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wishfulwithwine · 2 years

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Secrets - Chapter Three

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Female Reader

Summary: A transfer NCIS agent to FBI BAU agent comes with a lot of baggage. Will the Unit Chief be able to hold his feelings back for the new, younger agent?

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

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“You’re doing what?” Y/N asked Penelope, surprised. The team was getting ready to go on their next case, and Penelope had come over to Y/N’s desk after going to talk to Aaron.

“I’m going to fill the hole that JJ left. Any tips? You’re good with cops and people - everyone loves talking to you and JJ at crime stations. I’ve got the tech aspect down - I do all her presentations and that sort of thing. I’ll get everything set up, and then with the media themselves, I think I can handle it too” She explained. The rest of the bullpen was empty, so it was just her and Garcia to hear this.

“Are you sure? JJ’s job is not… fun or easy work” Y/N tried to say delicately, knowing how emotional Penelope could be. JJ had an incredible emotional strength where she could push through the horror.

“Yes. I already told Hotch and he’s on board for a trial basis” She said, in an excited tone.

“Ok, if you say so?” Y/N said, a bit surprised. “I’ll see you on the jet”

“Garcia tell you?” Aaron stated, as he looked up from his paperwork to see Y/N come in and shut the door behind her.

“Yea. What do you think?” Y/N asked, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

The two of them had been more casual with each other, especially after they cuddled for hours a few weeks ago. He didn’t sleep over, and it hadn’t gotten farther than that, but they both didn’t mind the longer touches and hugs.

“I think that it’s a trial run and we’ll see how it goes.” Aaron said.

“If Penelope wants to take all that work, I’m all for it. The team will be here to help her” Y/N said, but noticed Aaron’s unconvinced face. “You’re worried about her appearance, yes? With everyone to balance it out, she can handle it”

“I hope so. You ready to go?” He asked, as they both stood up and exited the office.

“Such a gentleman, Sir. Thank you” Y/N said, with a smirk when Aaron picked up her go bag from her desk before she could. He smirked at her.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you” Aaron replied, causing Y/N to roll her eyes with a chuckle.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were going for an outfit change” Y/N said, as Penelope walked onto the jet. Aaron and Y/N had gotten seats next to each other, which was typical now. She smiled, as everyone stared in amazement at Penelope’s new appearance.

When they landed, Penelope, Aaron, Spencer and Rossi all went to the police station, while Y/N, Prentiss and Morgan went to the crime scene. Aaron was impressed by all the prep work Penelope had put in with the local police department. Admittedly, he was worried with how she would hold up, but she was proving him wrong.

They were splitting up the work pretty fine until Penelope couldn’t get in touch with Aaron and almost spilled to a journalist. She started not being able to do both work while everyone was gone, so the team was able to better step in for her, causing her to go to original Garcia and that’s when Aaron called Y/N back to the sheriff’s office to work directly there with Penelope.

“What are you doing?” Aaron asked confused, as he watched Y/N take off her FBI vest, let down her hair and scrunch up her clothes to look different.

“The unsub is going back to his old patterns. He wants to play the game he played with his wife. He needs to see someone provocatively dressed like his wife. I look like his wife, and I can make this work” Y/N said, as she did some more outfit fixes. Emily, Derek and Aaron all looked at her with understanding, although Aaron seemed on edge.

As she made her way to the bar, Aaron was clenching his fists, all his focus was on her and her surroundings. He watched intensely as she tried to get him to hit back on her. Get him to play the game with her so they could catch him.

However, he realized what she was trying to do as he started to pull out a gun, and she shot him before he had a chance. Y/N was a bit startled, before looking up to Aaron who seemed relieved she wasn’t in danger.

“Tell Maryanne…” The unsub began saying, before Y/N looked down at the unsub, nodding in understanding what he was trying to say.

“I will” She responded, before everyone cleared out of the area.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, as he led her out of the bar. She seemed shaken up, leaning into his side more.

“Do you have Jack tonight?” She asked, when they were away from the team and officers.

“No but I do have a bottle of whiskey” He replied, with an eyebrow raised.

“Thank you” She responded, before the team came and discussed the situation.

When the team got back to Quantico, Aaron had a quick discussion with Penelope about the role before heading home.

“So you want me to take over the title of Communications Director? Taking the other half of the work from Penelope? And she was fine with this?” Y/N asked, as Aaron poured out two glasses of whiskey for them. Y/N was already on the couch, in a pair of yoga pants and a large NCIS t-shirt.

“She was more than fine. She’d rather stay in Quantico and do what she’s good at. You can handle the press and officers while she feeds you all the information” Aaron stated, as he handed her a glass, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. She smiled, taking a sip and letting the liquid burn a little bit of her throat.

“Ok” Y/N responded, before letting her thoughts trail back to killing the unsub. Aaron watched as her eyes zoned out, and he instinctively reached his arms out and pulled her into his chest.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. To see that” Aaron said, resting his chin on the top of his head. She let out a sigh, placing her hand on his bicep and lightly scratching her nails up and down his arm.

“It’s part of the job. Not a pleasant one, but things happen” Y/N replied.

It was a few more moments of silence before Y/N untucked herself from him, and took another sip of whiskey. Aaron followed suit, watching her lips touch the edge of the glass. Y/N looked over to him, watching him stare at her before her eyes looked at his lips as well before looking back up at his eyes.

“Aaron,” She said softly, as she moved closer to him, so close that their noses were basically touching.

“Y/N, do you…?” He whispered, taking her hands into his.

“Yes. Please” She responded, leaning forward a bit before he took her cheek into his hand to stop her momentarily.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re upset or have been drinking alcohol?” Aaron asked, needing the consent to be explicitly stated.

“I’ve taken two sips and I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you” She stated, and Aaron’s pupils grew with lust. She took a second, pausing her actions and making sure she had his eyes full attention.“Are you okay with this? I am your subordinate and you have been drinking too”

“I’ve wanted you since the first day too. I’ve… tried not to like you, but I can’t hold back from you any longer. We’ll have to be a secret for a while until we can figure out how to handle Strauss and the team, but for right now, I need to kiss you” He said, before planting his lips onto hers. He could taste the vanilla lip gloss from the makeup she hadn’t fully taken off, moving his hand to behind her neck to hold her face close to his.

Y/N moved her body, straddling his body so her body wasn’t cramped into an awkward position and Aaron moved his other hand from her hand to her lower back where he could pull her closer. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hand through his short hair, tugging slightly. Aaron’s hand began going lower on her back as Y/N began grinding her hips onto his pelvis, moving his hand to cup one of her ass cheeks as she felt his member rubbing beneath her core.

“Aaron” Y/N let out a soft moan, which caused Aaron to pull away, breathlessly. Y/N instantly looked at him concerned, before he shook his head, signaling everything was alright with him.

“If.. Do you want more? If we do this, it’s serious for me. We’d have to be exclusive… you’re mine” Aaron said, in a possessive tone that sent a shiver down Y/N spine with excitement.

“I’m all yours, Sir” Y/N responded with a smirk, remembering how sometime Aaron would tense around her when she called him that. He moved his hands to under her thighs, attaching his lips back to hers, before lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

“You’re mine” He stated again, before leaning her back against the bed and kissing from her lips to down her neck. “Lift” He stated, as he leaned back to pull her top off, commanding her to lift her arms so he could pull it off her. She held back a moan, watching him boss her around. He undressed the rest of her, then quickly undressed himself, before kissing her now exposed body. She stared at his long, thick dick, her eyes widening as he smirked at her reaction.

“Are you going to be a good for me and let me open you up?” He teased, with a smirk as he sat back on his knees, putting his face right in front of her pussy. He began kissing her inner thigh, a hand moving up the back of her thigh as he lifted it over his shoulder.

“Yes sir, please. I’ll be so good for you” She said, moaning as he licked her clit before sucking.

“You’re such a good girl for me” He said, testing out the name that had her getting wetter. “Do you like that, my good girl? You like being called that? Oh baby, you taste so good” He said, sending vibrations through her core. Gripping the sheets, Y/N couldn’t help her back arching off the bed.

“Sir” She moaned, as he started fucking her with his tongue. “I’m going to…” She began to say, gripping the sheets tightly to hold off the wave that was impending to crash.

“Come on, my sweet girl. Cum for me” He said, and she did, letting the wave crash over her. After her high finished, she pulled on his hand, bringing him to kiss her lips on her face again before pushing him back to stand up so she could step off the bed, and kneel in front of him.

“Oh damn” He let out a throaty moan, as she put his large member in his mouth, sucking his length and moving down his shaft until she sucked harder at the tip. Y/N licked up the back length, squeezing his balls lightly, before moving her lips and tongue back up and down.

“Baby” He moaned, before pushing her away from him, back onto the bed, before swirling his fingers inside of her core. “I need to feel you”

“Sir, please” she moaned, before he quickly added another finger inside of her.

“You feel so good, so tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock” He said, as her second orgasm hit her unexpectedly. After the high she was laying on the bed, looking at Aaron who reached around his bedroom side drawer for a condom.

“You don’t - I’m safe and on the pill” She said, before he looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?” He asked, staring directly into her eyes. He didn’t have condoms because he didn’t expect to be sleeping with anyone.

“I’m okay with it if you are, sir” She said, with a small smirk, and he smirked widely, before he positioned his tip to her core, rubbing it and spreading her wetness around.

“You want me to fill you up? Make you feel so full, my good girl?” He said, before he thrusted into her. He filled her up so good she could already see stars with how full she felt. He stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. Y/N was gripping his cock like a vice, as well as squeezing his shoulders tightly enough to probably make some marks.

“Yes sir. Please sir” She moaned, as she began rocking her hips to indicate him to start moving. He began, slowly at first then finding a rhythm to cause a harmony of moans from both of them. His cock was scratching her cervix, and Y/N hadn’t know pleasure like this before.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pulled a bit on her hair, causing her to thrust in a different angle so he hit deeper inside of her.

“I’m going to cum” She said, feeling the wave begin again, stars in her vision. He smirked, before putting his lips on her nipples, sucking and biting them to increase her sensitivity.

“That’s it for me, my good girl. Cum for me, and I’ll fill you up so much you’ll be leaking for days” He said, pushing her wave over the edge. As he felt her pussy clench him tightly, he spilled into her, painting her walls creamy.

He slowly removed himself from her after they both rode out their highs, but moving himself so he could roll her over so she was laying on top of his chest. Y/N moved some hair strands off of her sweaty face and looked up at him as they caught their breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern across his face that maybe he was too hard on her.

“I can honestly say that was the best sex of my life. Just hard enough, Sir” She teased, and he smirked, before kissing her lips passionately again.

“Good girl. Do you want to take a shower to clean up?” Aaron asked, as he leaned up to get out of bed.

“Only if you take one with me” She responded, before he picked her up again, high enough so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bathroom.

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kopilang · 3 years

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who in hq!! watches pride and prejudice?

a/n: my headcanons as i rewatch pride and prejudice and reread the hq!! manga

aran:

i know this ace and captain here is a hardcore pride and prejudice fan. aran has always given me a family-oriented type of character, given how he has a younger brother of his own and have the miya twins growing up. even though him and the miya twins may not have shared the same blood, they are still family, shown by how atsumu looks up to aran as a model older brother. aran would relate to both jane and elizabeth bennet (just the bennet family in general), and i think thats very sexy of him you know? anyways, i love aran. probably the type of p&p fan that had already read the book several times before he went into his honors/advanced placement high school courses and was very excited to have it be required reading. tried not to show how much he loves excited knows about it. probably had collected any jane austen-related books. have considered studying literature in higher education for the amount of times he gushes about the book. the type of fan who came across it himself in one of the movie channels, one time there wasnt any volleyball practice. ever since then, aran ojiro is a pride and prejudice fan.

miya twins:

they most definitely started watching pride and prejudice probably from either their mother or aran. or both, since both are good. again, similar to aran, both the miya twins really relate to the big family dynamics of the bennet family. would also be the type to plan fun little movie nights. i picture these two gremlins hunched over their shared computer, looking at pinterest board inspiration for a pride and prejudice themed movie night. osamu is lowkey considering having a pride and prejudice drinking game (oh god no osamuuu), while atsumu thinks he’s the coolest with making pride and prejudice memes and posting it on the internet. elizabeth bennet’s number one protection squad. atsumu probably had discourse in the internet over it. osamu spends a lot of time looking into regency era style cooking and wants to know if the boiled potatoes were excellently boiled as mr collins puts it; while atsumu window shops through etsy and the like for pride and prejudice themed stuff because why not and life’s too short anyways.

yachi:

similar with the twins, yachi probably found out about pride and prejudice by proxy of her mother’s influence. she probably had heard her mother talk about it once, and because she looked up to her so much, she would watch it whenever her mom works late, and that always happen (hence yachi memorizing the lines by heart). probably was the type of p&p fan that had read the book before she went into her honors/advanced placement high school classes and tried to really reign in her excitement over going through the book but in class format. she probably had gay panic watching the kiera knightly version. or bi panic, ‘cause of that one ballroom scene. also the type of fan to recreate the movie or play poster just for funsy. she had saved up her money to purchase tickets for her mom and her to go see the play adaption. made it a whole day trip as they traveled to the theater. she most definitely loves the aesthetic of the regency era and here for the gay-bi panic.

hinata:

ok hear me out….there’s no way that hinata was surrounded by both natsu and his mother and not have heard about jane austen at least once (im just kidding…unless). hinata probably saw that his mom purchase the 1990s manga adaption. hinata is a huge manga fan and when he picked it up, he at first didnt like it ‘cause it gave him shoujo vibes, but then he was devouring it like he did with one piece. he probably talks about it with his mom over cooking or setting up the table. he also may have scoured through his local dvd shop and tried to find the kiera knightly version, because natsu really loves kiera knightley. surprisingly not surprisingly, he really likes darcy as he is an older brother of a very talented younger sister, but he’s not gonna tell natsu that. no, no. he also wouldnt be looking into buying a set of three tickets to the play adaption once he gets up to the v-league and saved enough money for his mother and natsu, no, no, thats top secret, so secret he cant even tell kageyama ‘cause kageyama isnt immune to natsu’s charms, no, no.

terushima:

LISTEN UP FOLKS. this beach blonde gives me chaotic academia and i love that for him. i genuinely believe this chaotic schemey captain is a pride and prejudice fan and flaunts it. no shame, doesnt hide; he just is one. the type to carry a beaten up pocket size book around w so many annotations and jokes and doodles. maybe have used the book to slap someone during a fight who knows. he probably bought all the used copies from his local thrift store to give it to his friends and teammates. considered tattooing a quote before his mom caught wind and proceeded to chew his ass out. he not only loves the family dynamics of the book, but the word play. he loves the banter and how darcy and elizabeth go head to head. also their hairstyles in the kiera knightly version. jeez, he was excited to see the various hair, he mostly paid attention to jane and elizabeth’s. the type of fan to keep making fun of mr. collins and lady catherine de bourgh. had probably planned to dress up as lady catherine just for shits and giggles for halloween. the one in the classroom discussion talking shit about mr. darcy’s lacking in the flirting department. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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Thank you for the request, love!🎄❤️ Hope you don’t mind, I did some changes but it still follows the concept of your request! I hope you like it and happy reading!!❤️ @palna

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The One I’ve Been Missing

This was kinda inspired by Little Mix’s song, “One I’ve Been Missing”, give it a listen :)

Warnings: some angst? Kinda sad for a Christmas fix..but has a some what happy ending. This came out longer than expected..enjoy, I tired:)

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The living room was full of smiles and laughter as your family began to create plans for Christmas Day. It was Christmas Eve, and knowing your family, everything was to come together last minute. Though your family didn’t live too far, they had been staying at your place since the weather at your hometown had been absolutely horrible. There had been snow storms that closed down schools, took out power lines, and covered the ground in a thick white blanket of snow.

Your cousins have been arguing about who was going to make the Mac and Cheese this year when your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. You took your phone out and saw that it was Paddy. Paddy was Tom’s younger brother. Even though you and Tom had broken up, your relationship with his family was still strong. You and his brothers had gotten along so well, that they loved you like you were their sister. His parents, Nikki and Dom, have been very supportive of you during the breakup. They were disappointed in Tom for what he did and even apologized for their son’s actions. Though your relationship with their son was undecided at the moment, they always made an effort to call you on holidays or to just say hello once in a while.

You quietly excused yourself and entered the kitchen. Answering the call, you lean on the marble counters of your kitchen. The call goes through and Paddy’s adorable face pops up on your screen. His smile grows into his rosy cheeks when he finally sees you.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas!” He happily screams through the phone. You hear Nikki scold him in the background.

“(Y/n), darling! Merry Christmas!” She smiles while waving at the camera.

“Thank you! You guys look like you’re having a blast over there!” You hear a ton of commotion in the background, which was most likely Tom and his siblings showing off their presents to each other or having some pointless argument.

“We are! Sam’s cooked our lunch and he’s planning on making dinner later today! We’ve already opened presents and everyone’s happy! How are you, love? Are you with your family?” She questioned you as she sat on the couch. You saw Dom beside her, who made a funny face and waved at you. You chuckled waving back.

“I’m doing really good, my family has been staying with me for the last few days, so we’ve been together for about a week now? But everything’s going great! It’s Christmas Eve here and now we’re just waiting till midnight to start passing out presents!” You answer.

“Oh that’s good! I’m glad you got to spend time with your family because I’ve heard the weather there has been harsh! Thankfully Harry made it out before that big storm, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be home for the holidays!” Harry had been in your hometown because Tom was filming a new movie there. The set was only an hour away from where you lived, but you never went to visit. Although, you and Harry would meet up sometimes to have lunch together in the city, Harrison would tag along once in a while as well.

“Harry made it home! That’s good news, I was worrying that they wouldn’t make it back on time for Christmas!” You hear someone talk in the background.

“Is that (y/n)?” A deep voice asks. You recognize it to be Harry’s. Nikki nods and motions at him to say hello. Sam and Harry’s heads pop onto the screen with silly grins.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas! You look beautiful!” Sam compliments you with a charming smile.

“Aw thank you Sam! You look handsome!” A light blush forms on the boy’s cheeks. Harry takes the phone and asks, “How’s the weather there? Has the storm died down?”

You glanced out the window and saw nothing but white. The storm had stopped yesterday, but there were some random snowfall here and there.

“Well it’s stopped for now, my backyard is literally nothing but white.” You chuckle as you turn your camera to show your spacious backyard.

“Oh! Isn’t that wonderful, we haven’t gotten much snow here this year.” You hear Dom comment. You turn the camera back to yourself and ask Harry, “How was the flight, Haz? Hope it wasn’t too bumpy.”

Harry hummed, “The plane departed when the storm died down so it was a decent flight. There was some turbulence when we got up in the air but it went by smoothly after.”

“At least you got home safe, that’s all that matters.”

“I’m quite surprised I handled the turbulence well on my own. I was getting anxious when the plane started to shake, but towards the end of the flight it was all good.” Your brows furrowed. It was a known fact that Harry wasn’t that good with turbulence (I made that fact up, he’s probably ok w/ turbulence idk). Since he usually traveled with Tom, he had to board many flights. Tom would be the one to calm his brother down when his anxiousness got the best of him. Which made you concerned because you knew Tom wouldn’t let his younger brother board a plane on his own while a snow storm was happening outside.

“Wait Harry, you were by yourself?” You began to question him. Harry was a grown adult, he’s 21, but it still concerned you.

“Yeah, Tom had to stay back since he had to film more scenes.” Harry answered.

“Oh. Did he at least make it back home before the storm?” You continued. A frown was on the boys lips.

“Nope, he got stuck in (your hometown). I was supposed to still be there with him, but he literally forced me to get on a flight home before Christmas.” Harry shrugged. A pout formed on your own lips at the thought of Tom getting stranded in (your hometown). Also the fact that he was probably alone during the holidays. Sure, you and him weren’t on the best terms, but it was Christmas. No one should be alone on Christmas.

You continued to talk to the Holland family for a few more minutes until they told you they had to go. You bid them all goodbye with kisses and a wave before hanging up. When the call ended, the smile on your face fell. You should’ve been happy. You were spending time with your family and it was Christmas Eve! But some things never change. As always, Tom had crept his way into your thoughts.

The breakup between you two was rough and messy. Though you should have seen it coming. There was a lack of communication on both sides of the relationship. You weren’t being honest with your feelings with him and neither was he. Of course, you understood his job. You knew he would have to travel long distances and be in a different time zone as you, he had to be gone for months, and had to work with some of the most beautiful actresses in the business. But there was something about this certain costar that didn’t sit right with you. You trusted Tom and knew that he would never cheat. You just didn’t trust her. You really tried to like her, even had some conversations with her when you went to visit Tom on set. But the way she would touch his arm whenever she would laugh or look at him the same way you would just made your blood boil. Maybe it was the green eyed monster in you that caused all these emotions, you just couldn’t help it. The green eyed monster had taken over you.

For months while Tom worked on that movie, you had been feeling your lowest. You were insecure about yourself and began to second guess things that occurred in your relationship with Tom. Which was not healthy, but it happens, you know? You hated the way you looked and how your body was shaped. You compared yourself to her even though you knew most of the pictures on her Instagram were very much edited. The more Tom got busy, the less he texted or called. Your relationship felt like it was drifting but you still made an effort. You would text him to ask about his day or to just say a simple “good morning” or “good night”. He never got the chance to reply most of the time, but when he did it would be a short response. It wasn’t like the paragraphs of him going on and on about his day and how great it was. Sometimes he would talk about getting a stunt correctly done in one take or how he would get his lines right the first time. You didn’t think much of the short replies, you usually chalked it up to him just being busy. But then you would see him on Harry or Harrison’s story at some restaurant gathered all together. Then she would also be there, nuzzled up against his side while his arm rested behind her chair. That should’ve been you.

You didn’t want to think that he was cheating on you, but the signs were literally there. You shouldn’t have fallen for them and should have talked it out with Tom instead of focusing on the scenarios that were created in your head. You knew Tom was smarter than that. He wouldn’t cheat on you, he promised you that he wouldn’t break your heart. Then those pictures from the club came out.

They were all over Instagram and Twitter. You had multiple fans tagging you on them and saw them everywhere on your feed. It was as if the world was trying to shove it into your face. The picture was taken at a club, it was the usual group of boys accompanied by some cast members from the movies. You assumed there had been some drinks involved, but Tom looked sober as ever. There were many pictures of them. There were some of them laughing, dancing, and drinking together. You spotted his arm wrapped around her waist or his hand touching her in almost all of them. Finally, there were the pictures of them practically sucking the lips off of each other’s faces. They disgusted you. The way his hands were combed through her hair or how they stroked her cheek reminded you of how he kissed you. You remember feeling sick to your stomach. The pain and the anger blended together as the tears blinded your eyes. It was like a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from.

You realized you had been staring at your phone for the past 10 to 15 minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes as your memory began to remind you of the scar that Tom had left on your life. You felt the presence of the emptiness in your heart that you thought had healed months ago. You still love him. No matter the bullshit you went through with him, you’ve never loved anyone like Tom. The one you’ve been missing was the only thing that could fix the hollowness in your heart.

“You should invite him.” You jump as your mother makes herself present in the room. You place a hand onto your heart to calm its rapid beating.

“Geez, don’t do that.” You run a hand through your hair as you lean on the counter again. Your arms touch the cold marble, bringing some coolness into your warm body.

“You’ve been gone for about thirty minutes, it’s past twelve. Everyone was worrying about you.” You mother settled herself beside you, instead her back was leaning against the marble.

“You still love him.” She tells you quietly. You’re quick to react and stand up straight, “No I— ow my tongue!”

You whine as your teeth bite down on your tongue, your actions acting before your words.

“I don’t.”

“Really? If you didn’t love him anymore, you wouldn’t be talking to his family still or meeting up with his brothers during the weekend” you mother tilted her head at you, her arms crossed.

You shrugged, “They’re nice people.”

“You know, you should stop avoiding the truth. Denying your feelings and lying to yourself is only going to hurt you even more. I’m your mother, I hate seeing you hurt.” You turned to your mom.

“Don’t you hate him?” You asked her, voice quiet.

Your mother had a look of thought on her face, “Of course, I do, he broke your heart. But I don’t know, there’s just something about that boy.”

She snapped her fingers, “Ah! He reminds me of your dad!”

You raise a brow at her, “Tom reminds you of dad?”

“He does. I remember when we were younger, your dad made the same mistakes. I hated his guts but we crossed paths again somewhere down the road and I gave him a second chance. Now how many years later, we’re married with beautiful children and grandchildren.”

You remain silent as you stare at your phone again. You thought about asking Harry for Tom’s address but you were hesitant.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).” Your mom says with a knowing look. You sigh rubbing the tiredness out your eyes. It had been a long day and you were low on energy.

“He could also be thinking about you right now.” She hummed, starting to make her way out the kitchen.

“How would you know?” You ask her.

“You bit your tongue.” She simply answers before turning the corner. You were alone in the kitchen staring at your phone once again. The debate in your head continuing throughout the night.

~The Next Day~

Your gloved hands gripped onto the steering wheel as you drove through the snowy roads. You were mindful to keep an eye out for any glossy patches to avoid getting into an accident. You turned on the street Harry sent you and peered out your window to look for the number of Tom’s rented house. Harry texted you that the house was a light gray color with black accents and had a 35 nailed to the door. When you spotted the house that matched Harry’s description, you pulled over and put the car in park. You hopped out the car, shivering when the brisk winter air came into contact with your face. Your boots sink into the snow as you trudge your way up to his door.

You get to his doorstep and began to stomp the snow off your boots. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself before you can ring his doorbell.

“It’s Christmas, he shouldn’t be alone on Christmas, this is why you’re doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You started to shake but you weren’t sure if it were your nerves or the cold. It was probably both.

You finger hovered over the doorbell for a moment before you forced yourself to push it. A string of “fucks” began to play over and over in your head like a mantra.

You waited for a few seconds for him to answer but heard nothing. You debated on ringing the bell again but your feet were already turning you away from the door, too scared to face Tom again. You were about to step off his doorstep when you heard footsteps behind the door. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal Tom, looking disheveled as ever.

His eyes widen when he realizes it was you who rang his bell. His mouth is agape as he tries to form words. The only thing he could muster out is, “(y/n).”

“Hey.” You breath out, taking him in after avoiding him for months straight. You slowly approach him, settling to stand a few feet away from him. His hair had grown out a bit longer and there was a shadow of some facial hair on his face. You noticed that his eyes were a bit dark, almost blank. It was as if the light in his eyes had disappeared.

“What—What are you doing here?” He began to ask. He rushes to add, “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m actually really glad you’re here, but—um. I’m just— hi.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. He eyes you for a second before jumping on his feet.

“How rude of me, do you want to come in? It’s freezing out here.” He moves to the side and opens the door wider so you can walk in. You didn’t want to enter his place but the warmth of the house and the familiar scent of Tom entranced your senses.

You wiped your boots on the doormat and quietly thanked him as you walked into his rented home. You noticed that Love Actually had been playing on the tv while the couch was occupied with a bowl of popcorn and an abandoned Sherpa blanket. You loosen the scarf around your neck and turn to Tom who was already looking at you.

“So, what brings you around? Thought you didn’t want to talk to me ever since what happened.” His voice is strained as he leans against the doorway to the living room.

“Paddy called me on FaceTime yesterday.” You started. Tom sighed, shaking his head at his younger brother. You wave him off, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mind. He actually helped me avoid a family argument about Mac and Cheese.”

Tom was looking down at the floor but you saw his cheeks slightly raise, “Yeah, you never did mind Padd’s eagerness.”

“Well, he’s adorable. Anyway, I ended up talking to Harry and he said that you got stuck here during the blizzard. Also, that you were spending the holidays alone.” You began to explain rocking on the balls of your feet. You turn to his tv, the voices from it murmuring quietly, “So, if you’re done watching Love Actually for the hundredth time, um, you could come over at my place and spend Christmas with my family.”

Tom pushes off the wall and slowly shuffled towards you. His arms are crossed, something he did when he felt nervous or awkward.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, (y/n).” He finally looks up at you, his familiar brown eyes that you missed so much sending comfort into your body.

“Mom insisted.” A hint of a teasing smile played on your chapstick covered lips. No matter the situation between you and Tom, you knew he could never turn down your mother. He adored your mother, he always remembered the time when you first introduced him to her. She welcomed him with open arms and treated him like he were her fifth child.

He lets out a laugh, looking down at himself, “Guess that means I should clean up then?”

He was wearing a grey jumper with black sweatpants. A blue beanie was on his head, the ends of his curls peaking out, and his feet were covered in socks to keep him warm.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, relieved that he agreed to come and you didn’t embarrass yourself.

Tom begins to dust off the couch and moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table. He sloppily folds the blanket and fluffs the pillows.

“I might take a while, so why don’t you get comfy?” He suggests.

“Sounds good.” You hum and unwrap the scarf from your neck. Tom is by your side at an instant and takes it from your hand. He motions at your jacket causing you to unzip it. He shuffles behind you to help you remove your arms from the sleeves. You turn around to thank him while moving your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. You catch him staring at you once again.

“What?”

“You just look really beautiful.” He immediately answers. You’re about to respond but Tom begins to talk again, “I—I know I have no place in telling you that, but you just are.”

“Thanks, Tom.” You quietly say. He nods and moves to hang your things on the coat rack. He’s about to head up the stairs but he turns around to look at you again.

“Can we talk after?” His tone is soft, as if he were afraid of breaking the peacefulness between the two of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can talk.”

~⏰~

You wait in the living room for Tom to get himself ready. You try to watch the movie but all you can think about was what Tom and you could possibly talk about. You knew it would be about the breakup, but what else was there to discuss?

You heard Tom make his way down the stairs. Your eyes avert themselves to where Tom was coming from. He wore a dress shirt that had white and cream colored stripes going down it, pairing the shirt with dark jeans and dress shoes. His outfit wasn’t too fancy nor casual, it was perfect for Christmas Day with your family.

The smell of his cologne lingered it’s way to your nose. You recognized the smell even months after not seeing Tom. It was the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. He fell in love with it the moment you gave it to him and had been wearing it ever since. You honestly thought he would switch it up after the breakup, but according to your nose, he hasn’t.

Tom presents himself to you, standing a few feet away from where you were sitting. “How is this? Too much?”

“You’re good, it’s spot on.” You reassure him. Tom hums in approval before settling himself beside you.

This was it. You guys were finally going to talk.

Tom rubs his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you over his shoulder, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

“Or talked.” You add with a slight shrug. An awkward silence placed itself upon you two.

Tom was the first to speak, “I was a dick. I still am, but I was a dick back then for all the shit I put you through.”

You hesitate to answer but end up agreeing, “You were a dick. But we were both responsible for what happened.”

Tom shook his head, “No, don’t try to make me feel better. I know what I did was stupid and I should have been honest with you from the start. This was all my fault. I was a horrible boyfriend, everyone made me see that. Including my parents.”

Tom turns his body to face you, “I thought not telling you this would hurt you and I less, but it only made it a hundred times worse.” Your brows bunch together.

“What do you mean?”

“I know when we broke up I said a bunch of bullshit, but I just want to explain myself, please?” His eyes are pleading, almost glossy. You motion for him to continue.

“The thing that happened between me and her was all the studio’s plan. Though I’m not going to lie and say it was all their fault, because I also played a part in it. But that was how it started. They wanted us to put on a show and lead the fans on so it could be used as promo for the movie.” He admitted. Your mouth gapes at his confession. He was probably telling the truth, but it could’ve also been a front.

“And you’re telling me this now? What, did it take you eight months to come up with an excuse for cheating?” You angrily said. “And even if it was for promo, it’s still cheating, Tom! You knew you had a girlfriend when you agreed to go along with their stupid plan!”

Tom sighed frustratedly, rubbing his palms against his face, “I know, I know it sounds made up but I swear to you, (y/n) I’m telling you the truth!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it from the start? Did you really think lying was better than telling me the truth? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other, you literally broke so many promises, Tom!” You stood up, the anger fuming in you growing too much for your body.

Tom stood up as well, “I only lied to you to protect you! I thought it would be better if you thought we were drifting apart than telling you I had to be publicly seen with a girl that’s not you! By the way, I wasn’t the only one who was being dishonest, so were you!”

“No, don’t turn this around on me! I wouldn’t have to had lie about my feelings if you would’ve told me the truth! This was all your fault Tom, you’re the one who agreed to some stupid pr stunt.” Your finger jabbed itself into his chest as you told him off about his doings.

Tom took your jabs as he shamefully looked down at his feet. “You don’t think I know that?”

“I know this was my fault, (y/n).” His tearful eyes lock onto yours. His jaw clenched as he tried to stop his tears from falling.

Your hand comes back to rest at your side, “If you knew it would break us up, then why did you agree to it, Tom?”

“Because it was either actually breaking up with you or agreeing to some stunt that’ll make me seem like some Hollywood hotshot who gets all the women.” He confessed. To Tom, it felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. But to you it felt the opposite. All the new information seemed as if it were piling up on you, making you overwhelmed.

“If I chose neither of them, I would’ve been fired from the film and they were planning on blackmailing me, so I chose the second option. I know it wasn’t the best decision, seeing how we are now. But it was the only choice where I would still be with you.” He explains leaning forward to her closer to you. Your arms crossed to form some kind of protection for yourself.

You had just realized that Tom forced himself into a stunt just so he can still be with you. It wasn’t the best option, but he chose the option where the two of you could still be together. You sighed not knowing how to react, it all just seemed like too much.

“I—Tom you can’t just tell me all of this and expect everything to be okay between us.” You run your hand through your hair. Your eyes watering from the frustration.

“I understand why you would keep it from me, but why did you wait so long? You could’ve said that eight months ago and I probably wouldn’t have hated you as much as I do now.” Your nails dig into your skin.

Tom looks up at you, “You hate me?” He croaks out.

Your head tilts at him, “Why wouldn’t I hate you? I hate you—I’m supposed to hate you but I just can’t and I don’t know why. You’re just, you’re you and no matter how many times I try to hate you I just can’t.”

Tom shifts closer, his frame now towering over you. His fingers slightly brush against yours, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything, I know I should have been honest and told you the truth. I know what I did wrong and I’m sorry.” He gently cups your face to look up at him. You missed the feel of his hands against your skin and couldn’t hold yourself back from nuzzling against his warm palms.

“I still love you so much, (y/n). I never stopped. I just—is it too late for a second chance? I know it’s not going to be the same as when we were together but I’m willing to try again. I promise I will try harder and I’ll be honest, I’ll do everything for you to be mine again. All I want is just another chance.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks. Your hands come up to grip onto his wrists.

“Tom, I don’t know.”

“Please (y/n), it’s been so hard without you. Please I just need you again. I miss you so much, everything’s been going wrong ever since you left and I feel empty. I’m not complete without you.” His voice cracks as he begs for you to give him a chance. You stare at him for a moment and your mother’s voice echos in your head.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).”

Maybe your mother had a point. Things happen for a reason and maybe this was one of this moments.

Your thumbs stroke the skin of his wrist, “Fine, I’ll give you another chance Tom.”

A look of relief is on his face as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest as he shoves his face into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mutters against your skin multiple times. “I promise I won’t screw it up, I’m serious.” He pulls away to make sure you’re looking into his eyes.

“I’m trusting you to keep that promise. You’re only getting one chance, Tom.” You warn him. Tom nods eagerly.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to mess this up I swear. I’m going to prove that you could trust me again, I’ll do anything.”

You smile before pressing a light kiss on his cheek, “Ok, if you’ll do anything, then we better get going. Mom’s probably wondering what’s the hold up.”

“Right. Yeah, um before we go. If you want to talk more about what happened before or have any questions, you could ask me anytime. I just dumped all of this on you unexpectedly and it probably feels like a lot.” He offers.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

~⏰~

You and Tom arrived at your house to Christmas music blaring from the tv’s speakers and the happy chatter of your family. Your mom spots Tom at the doorway and her face lights up.

“Tom, you came!” She climbs her way through the mass amounts of wrapping paper and your niece and nephews. Tom meets her halfway and helps her remove the wrapping paper that had stuck onto her pants. She pulls him into a hug, which Tom returns immediately.

“Thank you for inviting me.” He smiles as your mom pats his cheek fondly. She waves him off, “Please honey, no one should be alone for Christmas.”

They continue to talk as your mother leads him into the living room. You see him greeting your siblings and cousins, a shy smile on his face as he shakes their hands. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he interacted with your family. It made you feel whole and warm inside, as if the emptiness in your heart was finally recovering.

You were taking off your boots when a shadow fell upon you. You look up to see Tom standing above you. “Need help?”

“No, I almost had it, the knot’s too small for my nails to undo it.” You mutter as your fingers continue to fumble with the knot. Tom kneels in front of you and gently removes your fingers from your boot.

“Let me do it, I know how fussy you get when you mess up your nails.” You smile fondly at him. The fact that he remembered how you hated messing up your nails after getting them done made the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

He gets the knot undone successfully and pulls off your boot. He holds a hand out for you and you take it. You stand up and thank him before glancing at your clothes.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and clean myself up for lunch. I’ll be back.” You place a hand on his shoulder before turning to go up the stairs. You feel his hand grip onto yours, pulling you back.

“I’ll save you a seat beside me?”

You squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I appreciate it.”

He watches you head up the stairs till the moment you turn the corner. He couldn’t believe you were back in his life. You haven’t changed at all in the months you’ve been apart. You were still beautiful and radiant as ever. He was so thankful for whatever gods that allowed him to have a second chance with you. You were all he wanted and he wasn’t going to screw it up like last time.

Your mother had called for everyone to sit at the table and you still weren’t there. Thirty or more minutes had passed since you went upstairs and so far he’s been catching up with your siblings and cousins. He’s also been dragged into playing “race cars” with your nephews and “princesses” with your only niece. Everyone had slowly shuffled into your dinning room but you were still missing. Tom even hung back in the living room for a while to see if you would catch up.

You mother spotted Tom looking back at the stairs as he decided to join your family in the dining room. She approached him and turned him towards the stairs, “Why don’t you go and check on her, tell her lunch is ready.”

Tom nods and climbs up the stairs. He’s been to your home multiple times while you two were together so he wasn’t lost. He found your door and knocked on it.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He hears you yell from behind the door.

“Your mom said to call you down for lunch and see what’s been taking you so long.” Tom leans against the wall as he wait for you to open the door. The lock clicks and you pull it open. Your hair was in loose curls and there was some light makeup on your face. You weren’t in the jeans and sweater you were in earlier, now you were dressed in a white sweater and grey knee high boots.

“Hey.” He greets you. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” You close the door behind yourself and stand across from Tom. He notices a shimmer around your neck. The silver chain with a circle charm hanging from it caught his eyes.

“You still have that?” He points out stepping closer to you. You glance at the necklace, “Of course I do. You gave it to me for my birthday.” Your fingers envelope around the charm, fiddling with it.

“You look stunning.” He says.

“Thanks.” The two of you stand there for a moment before Tom’s stomach grumbled.

“I think we should get going.” You laughed as you hooked your hand with his.

The two of you sat side by side at the table. He was a gentleman as always. He pulled your seat out for you and pushed it in once you were settled. He helped passed the dishes to you and even insisted on placing the food onto your plate. Lunch had gone smoothly, it was only filled with laughs, some catching up, and the stories your parents would tell at the table every year.

Your parents were in the middle of retelling their first Christmas together with your older brother, their first born. Your parents were reminiscing about the pearl ring your father gave her and how much it meant to her. You were listening to your parents when you felt a hand grip onto yours under the table. You glance down to see Tom had placed his hand above yours. His large hand enveloping your smaller ones.

“You alright?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. Tom squeezes your hand as a small smile forms on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m just glad to be here. Thank you.” He whispers. Your other hand covers his, your thumb stroking the top of his hand.

“So am I.” For the first time in those months apart, you finally felt like everything was complete again. Sure, you two had many things to work out and discuss. But right now, all you can think about was the man sat beside you. You weren’t missing him anymore, he was right there beside you. He was actually with you. All you wanted for Christmas was the one you’ve been missing and after eight long months of pain and longing, your wish finally came true.

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ok every since someone sent in an ask about ninja’s wedding dress I cannot stop thinking about what she would wear, I feel like as slutty as she would want it to be I feel like it would still have a very elegant bride feel to it and would also have a long ass train. anyway not me searching up dresses just to show you LOL

This is so pretty!!

I will say, I may or may not have an entire Pinterest board made for ninja and puppy’s wedding, and I’ve actually had her dress picked out for a while. Putting it below a cut in case people want to avoid spoilers.

Remember that they’re getting married outdoors, so even though I wanted something that was kind of classic looking, I didn’t want to go too fancy. The big deciding factor was whether or not she and Ran would be able to easily fuck between the ceremony and the reception, because you know our boy is gonna go feral once he gets a look at his girl. Especially in this dress.

I love that it looks almost like it’s wet, and you know when the light hits it just right you’re gonna be able to see right through it. Which everyone who doesn’t know ninja is gonna chalk up to oversight, but she definitely planned it that way. Basically, Ransom is going to go completely insane and forget his vows when he sees her in this.

#natalie answers #no love like your love au #ninja and puppy #ninja and puppy spoilers?#asks are always open

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“ me excitedly telling you about my dr and how different it is from the actual series “

Anyways this is my stranger things DR, I’ve been working on it since July the 3rd, I am half way through the script.

So far I’ve moved it over to a discord server so I can better organize everything and eventually there will be a PowerPoint so yeah:3

I also have a Pinterest board for it but I’m keeping it a secret board for now but once the dr is done then it won’t be a secret board.

(What is the DR and what fandom is this DR for)

Ok so for starters it’s for Stranger Things but it’s very different from the series because it’s an alternative DR

This means that vecna, the mindflayer, demodogs, demogorgon don’t exist basically in this dr

Instead of Eleven being in the lab and associated with DR. Brenner I was thinking like hopper and his crew found out about what was going on in Hawkins Lab, and decided to break in and save the kids before anything else happened.

So technically Eleven was saved because of them, and Hopper adopted Eleven and yeah so that’s a difference as well

The kids have been aged up instead of them being in middle school there in high school there 15-16 and there sophomores in high school

I’m in Steve’s age group so everyone is 16-17 years old, and in the 11th grade and yeah:3

Eddie, Robin, Chrissy, Max, and Jason😒 exist in season 1 and Eddie and Chrissy are alive in this so yay “hope this is a comfort cause it is to me”

Nancy and Steve are already dating in this, Nancy is head of the newspaper and I also am going to script that she’s like class president/head of the student council cause she built like that purr💕

Argyle and Eden will come in season 2 if that’s what y’all were wondering

Also I’m shifting to season 1 (1983), also the reason it is an alternative DR is because I wanted something where they had like a sense of normalcy, don’t have to deal with trauma, and yeah I figured if it was an alternative then it won’t be so bad

Also like I think to make it interesting I feel like it could be some gravity falls type beat and like they solve the mysteries and scary related stuff of Hawkins, like some Scooby Do stuff lmao

So it’s stranger things + euphoria = it’s euphoria but the 80s and yeah

(So what is the dr about and how is the plot/plot structure going to go)

Well im still working it out but I have a clear idea on how the plot/plot structure is going to be.

So my dr self’s name is Jae Marie Hopper, my family and I have moved from Maryland to Hawkins, the reason that we moved is because Maryland became unsafe and my mother wanted somewhere where we all could be safe and have a fresh start.

Hence why we moved, so my parents have the house the house isn’t done yet though so, me and my younger sister “Edith” go to stay with my uncle hopper and his daughter El

While my parents go stay with my dad’s parents for the time being, and my older sister “Stevie” is off at summer camp for awhile (so Stevie and the parents won’t be important until like season 2 so yeah)

So me and my sister go to stay with my uncle and his daughter, and we get settled in and everything.

Eleven is happy to have me there because she didn’t want to spend another summer with just her friends again, she said it’s nice but she rather do summer differently this time

I don’t respond but I smile at her, while her and Edith are catching up with one another I’m just hoping that I can have a fresh start without screwing up anything

(I just want to put something out there, so my dr self was kind of having a rough time back in her old hometown it had to do with 🍃 & 💊 which was a lot for her so that’s another reason why the decision to move to Hawkins was made it was for her sake)

Anyways back to are schedule programming, I’m hoping that I don’t screw things up and that things go smoothly, given my past and how things went left I don’t want to drag that here

*my uncle already knows something up when I’m not with el and edith* so he asks me if everything is ok, I just lie and tell him that I’m alright

He’s not one to pry on or keep asking anything so he just brushes it off, and doesn’t press me about it

So El comes running back out excitedly telling me that she has to show me around the school because there having club sign ups and stuff

So I agree to come because that’s the first thing I wanted to do, so we walk to the school and I see a lot of people “mainly my age” signing up for clubs and stuff.

As we are walking around the school and everything El is just rambling and everything, I see someone stressed and storming off as newspapers are falling everywhere, El tells me that’s her boyfriend’s sister Nancy Wheeler -> I’m shocked that she has a boyfriend because like how and when.

So I ask El if they have a cheerleading squad and El is like “I am speed” and like the speed of light, she basically brings Chrissy and says that Chrissy is holding the tryouts and that I could tryout, so I ask Chrissy if I can tryout and she says yes:3 -> so after all the girls tryout I tryout and I shock them and everything especially Chrissy

Out of all the girls that tried out chrissy chooses me to join the team and I’m very much happy about it:3

After tryouts me and Chrissy are just walking side by side and just talking about anything and everything, and then she ask me if I want to go to this little concert thing that’s happening at the trailer park according to her it’s supposed to be a garage concert but she just laughs and says that it’s just a concert outside the trailer park. -> at first I’m hesitant to go but Chrissy convinced me to come when she says that cute boys will be there -> so I tell her I’ll be there and she goes to her house and I walk to my house.

(The day of the garage concert)

• anyways so the next day, I’m getting ready for the concert and of course hopper being nosy and all ask me why I’m all dressed up and everything

• I tell him that I’m going to a garage concert and that I won’t be home late, so he doesn’t press me on anything

• El took Edith to go meet her friends and hang out with her, so after I got ready I went to go and find Chrissy so maybe we could go early to the garage concert instead

• as I’m walking I see Chrissy but she’s not coming in my direction she’s going a whole other direction, so I decided to follow her cause yeah

• so I’m following her to this trailer area, and then I see her go inside so I instantly panic and I run towards the trailer park to stop anything bad from happening

• so I push the door open a little bit, and then I just kick it down which causes Chrissy to get startled and whoever else was in there to run off and hide.

• I’m yelling at Chrissy asking her what she’s doing here and why she’s buying those and that their to strong, then she’s asking me how I know about them -> I’m trying to come up with some stupid excuse but Chrissy sees right through me and asks me again -> so I tell her that I’ll make sure to explain everything to her and I just end up running away from there.

• Eddie comes out from where he was hiding and is in total disbelief and confusion, he asks if Chrissy still wants the drugs and she says that’s not the reason she came here for -> she wanted to hook me and Eddie up -> Eddie is completely against it because he doesn’t want to be involved with someone only to be the butt of someone’s joke -> Chrissy tells him that I’m not like that and that she doesn’t know me like that for me to be like every other cheerleader -> so Eddie agrees to give me a shot.

Chrissy leaves Eddie’s trailer and starts walking home, when she gets home that’s when she sees me sitting there. -> it’s awkward for a bit because of what happened earlier -> Chrissy ends up breaking the silence and asks me about how I knew what kind of drugs they were -> I end up telling her about the reasons that I’m here and my situation -> Chrissy says she didn’t know and says she’s sorry -> I end up telling her that’s it’s alright and that she’s the only person that I trust enough to tell her, I trust my uncle and Edith but I trust her the most.

Chrissy is surprised that I told her that I trust her, I tell her that we are friends and that she made me feel like I could come to her about literally anything no matter how stupid or dumb it was.

Chrissy ends up hugging me and tells me that she glad that we met and became friends, I tell her the same thing and we go in her house so that she can also get ready for the concert.

As we get to the concert, Chrissy tells me that she promises that her friend group is not weird -> I tell her that as long as they match my energy I don’t really care -> as we are talking Robin comes running up to her basically knocking her down -> Robin ask Chrissy where she has been all this time and then she introduces herself to me and recognizes me as officer hopps’s niece and was wondering if it was just me -> I tell her that I have an older sister who is at summer camp and that Edith is here with me and that she’s a total metal-head and would have love to come here.

So after Robin came up to us, Nancy comes up to us out of breathe and is scolding Robin for running off like that, and Robin apologizes to Nancy for running off like that and says that Chrissy made a new friend, and Nancy recognizes me from earlier during club sign ups and she introduces herself to me as well.

And after awhile I start meeting Chrissy’s other friends “Steve and Jonathan”, and we all end up just chatting and talking and stuff, and then Chrissy says she’s has someone else to introduce me to.

I’m confused cause I’m like I met pretty much everyone in her friend group, is there a boyfriend she has that I don’t know about.

So Chrissy ends up taking me to the side of the trailer and I end up meeting one of her childhood friends Eddie, and we kind of just stare at each other for awhile before I end up laughing (embarrassing my ass in another reality perfect)

Chrissy kind of just walks off after that and just leaves me and Eddie there basically, so Eddie compliments my rings and my outfit, and I compliments his rings and I say his hair is really cool. -> he ends up laughing at that and tells me that he’s about to go on and perform, and I tell him good luck and he winks at me “MUNSON WINKED AT ME MUNSON WINKED AT ME WIRIEUEEBEB”

So after I tell Eddie good luck I go off to Chrissy and her friends, and Eddie comes out and performs with his friends and it’s cool and shit, Robin literally screaming and cheering for him and us hoping that she doesn’t make our ears bleed with the way she’s screaming and cheering for me

After everything, me and Eddie exchange numbers and Eddie calls me the next day

(That’s literally it cause I’m still working on other things but this is how is basically will start off when I shift there)

(Plot Structure)

So for starters I’m shifting to season 1 but it’s the alternative version of it basically

It is in 1983 though so there’s that, ok so here’s how it’s structure so summer is already happening in my DR right -> and me and my family didn’t move to Hawkins until towards the end of May (I’ll have a timeline done soon cause I still have more scripting to do as I’m typing this up).

So my desired reality is focusing on my dr self getting adjusted to her new life and hoping that her fresh start, starts off right basically.

As we may or may not already know she has had to put up with bullying back in her old hometown and got herself mixed up in 🍃 & 💊 (idk how tumblr feels about any mentions of getting high or drugs so that’s why I did that) she’s also a stoner so it’s like the one thing she’s worried that it will screw up everything again

at first I was thinking it would be titled the material girl and so and so but honestly I don’t even feel like coming up with a title for this I’ve just been calling it STRANGER THINGS DR ALT this whole time lmao

So the plot structure for the first season is a summer in Hawkins, new mysterious girl in town, hopes to have a fresh start and start off right, meets the captain of the cheerleading squad and meets her group of friends, and a fluffy haired metal head with cool hair and cool rings. (It’s basically a summary just in case someone ends up asking me about it)

She doesn’t know how the summer will end for her or how it will go down, but she hopes she’s alright and well by the end of it

That’s what I have for the plot structure and this is the only season I have scripted so far I haven’t gotten to any of the other seasons as of yet, but yeah:3

Anyways moving on:3

(Disclaimer) > just so everyone is clear and knows I’m not following the series and I’m not following the timeline, this is an alternative dr meaning that it’s not following the show and the same things that happened in the series will not be happening in my dr

Also sorry if this was long and detailed I literally typed this up while was at work so yeah but thank you sm for reading I’ll probably make a part 2 of this cause I’m tired but thanks again for reading.’

- 🧋

Anyways I wanted to add one more thing, so in regards to my dr since it’s an alternative I’ll be rewriting season 1, season 2, season 3, and season 4 “both parts cause I did not like how vol 2 went down”

I’ll also be doing my own thing with season 5 so yeah.

That’s all I wanted to say oki bye.

- 🧋

#sashispeaks #stranger things dr #stranger things 4 #stranger things #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #sashitheeblogger

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 3 years

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Work Summary: Sam is a modern world woman that finds herself in Middle Earth with no way home. So she makes the best of her situation and becomes a cook for Rohan before traveling around Middle Earth for a few years to learn more about the food. She returns to Rohan days before a farewell party is being held for Lord Elrond before he parts for Valinor, where she meets Erestor. Who has been debating his own fate.

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Summary: After a few years of traveling around Middle Earth to learn of food and culture, Samantha Johnson returns to Edoras. Her long-time friend, Eomer, reveals how much has changed.

Notes: My NaNoWriMo project!

Sam is from the modern world, but in her universe, LoTR doesn’t exist so she’s like Jon Snow: she knows nothing lol!

I know I was going to do a celebrity faceclaim, but none of them looked as good once I put the long elf hair on. Picture whom you want for Erestor.

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Edoras. The capital of Rohan, where the Riders of Rohan gather to serve their king and protect the people. The first home Sam had known since entering Middle Earth.

Sam rode up to the gates that were actually closed for the first time since she had called this place home. Rumors and stories had spread across the land of a devastating battle at Helm’s Deep, an attack on Gondor, and of an army marching on Mordor. Hopefully, Sam could get some answers.

“Who goes there?” A voice called out from the top of the city walls.

Sam raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, “It’s me, Sam! Please inform King Theoden of my return.”

Silence greeted this statement before the city gates slowly opened. Sam watched them for a moment before riding through the city and up the hill to the keep. As she pulled in front of the stairway that lead up to the House of Theoden, Eomer came strolling out, a large smile on his friendly face.

“Sam! It has been far too long, my lady!”

“That it has, old friend,” Sam dismounted her ride before allowing Eomer to crush her in a hug. “I see not much has changed since my departure. Though, hopefully, King Theoden has come to his senses about keeping Grima around.”

At the mention of Theoden’s name, Eomer became somber. “I have forgotten you were not around for the major changes in Middle Earth. Please, come inside so that we can regale each other with our stories.”

Sam worried about Eomer’s tone. “Somehow I believe your story may be more interesting than my own.”

They passed through the large doors into the keep as they talked and Sam was instantly tackled around the waist. Blonde hair blocked her vision and she began to giggle.

“I never would have picked you to be one to drop the formalities just to tackle someone with a hug.”

Eowyn pulled back to smile at her friend. “It is far too exciting to see you once again. Alive and well!”

Sam looked up and saw a handsome man with dirty blonde hair and a beard smiling at the exchange. “Oh, you have company!”

“Oh!” Eowyn blushed as she looked over her shoulder at the young man. “Yes, this is Faramir. His father had been the Steward of Gondor.”

Sam bowed her head as the man walked up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. I have heard so much from Eowyn and Eomer about your adventures together when you lived here. Is it true you are not from Middle Earth?”

“Faramir!” Eowyn chastised.

“It’s ok. Really. I stopped being homesick after the first few years. Yes, I’m not from Middle Earth. I’m from...well, it’s really hard to explain. But long story short, Gandalf has concluded I’m here to stay. And so I’ve made a great home here in Edoras.”

“Perhaps you will share your store at the feast if you are comfortable,” Faramir smiled.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Feast?”

Eomer cleared his throat. “Lord Elrond and his house will be here by week’s end. King Aragorn wanted to have one final feast for his kin before they sailed west for Valinor. They wished for a more intimate space so we have offered our keep.”

“Oh! Well, then I better get settled and head towards the kitchen. Is Evelyn still working?”

“Yes!” Came Eowyn’s excited cry. “She’ll be so happy to see you. Let me lead you there.”

Sam laughed. “Ok, ok, but let me greet your uncle first. I can only imagine how hurt he would be if I did not say hello.”

The room became solemn, and Sam instantly knew something was wrong.

“The stories are correct, aren’t they? The battle at Gondor. The unnatural orcs running around. A huge war at the Black Gates.”

Eomer sighed. “Yes, they are all true. A small group left Rivendell a few years ago with the purpose of destroying a very powerful ring. Sauron’s ring. They were successful, but many were lost. Including our Uncle during the battle at Minas Tirith.”

“Oh my God,” Sam instantly gathered Eomer and Eowyn in a tight hug. “I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Eowyn sniffed in Sam’s ear, trying to keep back the tears even though it had been a few years. “Now, let us get you to the kitchen. You can show us all that you have learned on your travels.”

As the two women walked down the hall, Sam glanced back towards Faramir’s direction. “So is that why the son of the Steward of Gondor is here? For the Elf party? And Gondor has a king now?”

Eowyn gave Sam a small smile. “No. Faramir is the Steward of Gondor now. His father died during the Siege of Minas Tirith and his older brother was killed by orcs as he was trying to protect the hobbits in the Fellowship.”

“The Fellowship? Yeah, we definitely have a ton to catch up on.”

Eowyn gave a bigger smile at that. “We certainly do! I wish to hear all about your travels and to the different lands you visited. Which were your favorite?”

Sam laughed. “That’s a tough question. While I loved the people of Dale, I have to say the food was amazing at the Grey Havens. So many different cultures mixing to create a unique concept of food. Though, I will say no one makes comfort food like the Shire. Even if they are a bit wary of outsiders.”

“Did you dare venture into Mirkwood?”

“Didn’t have to. While I was in Dale, I ran into the Captain of King Thranduil’s guard, Feren. He was impressed with my cooking and asked if I would show the staff back in Eryn Galen a few things.”

Eowyn’s eyes grew wide. “I did not think King Thranduil allowed outsiders to touch his food.”

“Oh, I doubt he ate anything I made while I was there. Hell, I think he forgot I was there half the time. Which wasn’t a problem for me. I was there to learn about food, not schmooze politicians.”

Eowyn blinked in confusion. “What’s schmooze?”

“Right,” Sam laughed, “I forgot I haven’t been around for a few years and some of my slang may have been forgotten. C’mon. Let’s have a refresher course while I meet the new kitchen staff.”

Back in the main hall, Eomer was trying to explain where Sam came from better for Faramir. But it was far too confusing to put into words. As Eomer tried once more, a guard came into the room and bowed.

“My King, a counselor of Lord Elrond’s has arrived.”

Eomer’s eyebrows furrowed. “So soon? We were informed Lord Elrond’s party was not arriving for another three days time.”

A very tall Elf with long, black hair, piercing grey eyes, and a serious look came strolling into the room. “Indeed, but I have come ahead of Lord Elrond at his bequest. We have heard from Mithrandir that you have a chef from another world. While I may have concerns, Lord Elrond is intrigued and wishes to see if they can make some of his favorite foods.”

“Aye, that we do. Sam is an amazing cook and I have no doubt she will be able to make anything Lord Elrond desires.”

“Sam?” The Elf wrinkled his nose. “What an unusual name.”

“She says it is short for Samantha, a common name in her world. And what is your name, if I may ask.”

“Erestor Peredhel, Chief Counselor of Lord Elrond.”

Eomer gauged the elf in front of him and wondered if he should risk bringing him to Sam, knowing very well she could be the type to speak first and think later when someone has been rude to her. And while Erestor hasn’t been rude, per se, he does have an air about him that Sam would find...off-putting as she had once worded it.

“King Eomer?” The Elf pressed.

Eomer looked towards the kitchens and then back towards the Elf. “Forgive me, Sam has just arrived back to Edoras mere moments before your arrival. I do not believe she is receiving guests at this moment but I will be glad to ask on your behalf.”

“Please do. I shall wait here.”

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expect the unexpected | 23

“It’s okay hyung, everything’s going to be okay. Don’t worry about anything.”

Taehyung’s words ran through Jin’s mind over and over as he sat in Soojin’s room, helping her with her math.

“Three,” Soojin says, answering the seventh problem on her paper. Jin shakes his head.

“No, why would it be three? Try again. Hyunmin has TWO apples but Sewan gives him TWO more. How many apples does Hyunmin have now?” Jin says, repeating the problem again.

“Uncle Yoongi says if you don’t know the answer, it’s always three!” Soojin argues, causing Jin to roll his eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t like school. Hold on, let me grab some actual apples from the kitchen so we could do this visually.” Jin gets up from the floor, walking out of the room. He looks at you two’s shared room as he enters the hallway, seeing that the door is now open.

“Minseok, hand me my phone please,” you say. You were currently sitting at your desk, typing away on your laptop. You had a new client and a bedroom to design. The aesthetic she’s asking for is called Grand Millennial. It’s beautiful. She wants blues and pinks, and gold of course. She just sent you a pinterest board of furniture she likes and photos as to how she wants the room to look like. You typically do this with all of your clients, encouraging them to make pinterest boards on what they want to have in their homes. It makes it easier for you to know what they want and in the end they’re always happy with the outcome.

You’re seeing a lot of paintings here that she pinned and you had the idea to recommend Taehyung to her. A customized piece would complete the whole look of her dream bedroom. She’d get both the look she wants and also a personalized piece.

Now she wasn’t the only client. You have another one you’re working with but this one gives you a headache.

This one doesn’t know what she wants, yet when you give her options she doesn’t like any of them. So right now you’re trying to get to know her so maybe you can help suggest some things that go along with her interests.

But she takes about 2-3 business days just to reply to your messages. Also mentioned she’s not a phone call person so calling her doesn’t help when it goes straight to voicemail.

You sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Minseok, did you hear me?” You ask, turning around. Minseok was in your room, sitting on your bed as he read. He said Haneul kept bugging him and wanted to be with you for some peace and quiet. This was before you put Haneul down for a nap.

Now you’re looking at an empty bed. No traces of your son but the book next to your phone on your side table.

“Nevermind,” you mumble, getting up instead. He probably went to the kitchen or something to grab a snack.

Once got up you suddenly felt dizzy. “Ah.” You have been working for a few hours straight, and didn't eat lunch.

“O- ow,” you say, wincing as your head starts to pound. You close your eyes, holding onto your head with one hand and grabbing on to your bed with the other for support. Your legs were starting to shake and you tried to sit back down on your chair but missed.

THUD.

“Woah what was that,” Minseok says, turning to the hallway. Jin was looking as well when they heard a loud sound coming from one of the rooms. They were both standing around the kitchen counter. He was grabbing the apples for Soojin and Minseok was trying to get a tangerine from the same fruit basket.

“Haneul?” Jin calls, “Are you okay?” Haneul was down for a nap, but Jin thought he might’ve woken up or something, maybe even fell.

“I’m going to go back to mommy’s room,” Minseok says, running off.

“Okay, I’ll check on your brother.”

The two quickly walked to the hallway. Minseok went ahead of Jin while Jin entered Haneul’s room.

“Haneul?” He says, walking into his room. Haneul was still asleep on his bed. “Huh.”

“DADDY!” Minseok yelled. Jin’s eyes widened as he heard the panic in his son’s voice.

He immediately runs to your room, his heart beating faster and faster.

“Mommy’s not waking up,” Minseok says, kneeling next to you on the floor, shaking your arm.

“What happened?” Soojin says, standing from the doorway.

“Minseok go get your brother, and Soojin go grab your jackets and put on your shoes,” Jin says in panic, hooking his arm behind your back and under your knees. He quickly picks you up, heading to the garage.

“Haneul, wake up!” Minseok says, shaking his brother, he runs around his room, grabbing a coat and his slip ons. Haneul blinks his eyes open slowly, turning to the side and watching his brother run up to him.

“Put this on,” Minseok says, pulling Haneul upwards. He hurriedly puts the coat on his brother and shoves his feet into his shoes.

“Oppa hurry,” Soojin says, running to Minseok. She was already dressed, shoes on and a hoodie. “Here,” she says, giving him his own shoes and his own hoodie.

Minseok hurriedly throws on the clothes and Soojin pulls Haneul off of the bed.

“Let’s go!” She says, running to the garage while she dragged Haneul behind her.

“Come on, hurry,” Jin says. Running towards the kids and grabbing Haneul. Minseok runs in front of him and jumps into the van. You were sitting unconscious in the seat Soojin’s car seat usually is.

“Soojin you’re going to sit in the back with Minseok okay,” Jin says, securing Haneul into his carseat. Which was next to the seat you were sitting in.

“Mommy,” Haneul says in a raspy voice. Poor baby, he just woke up and has no idea what was going on.

“Yeah, mommy is not feeling well so we’re going to take her to the hospital okay?” Jin calmly tells Haneul. “Are you two buckled up?” He asks his two oldest, moving his head to the side. They both give him two thumbs up. “Okay good. Minseok, here's my phone,” he says, handing his cellphone to his oldest. “Call uncle Jungkook and let him know that we’re going to the hospital because mommy fainted. Tell him to let the others know and if any of them could come and help.”

“Okay,” he says, taking the phone from his dad. Jin quickly hops out and closes the back door and hops onto the driver's seat.

“Is mommy going to be okay?”

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expect the unexpected

♡ part twenty-three: don’t worry ♡

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tomatowielder · 4 years

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mega-list of ideas for coping with distressing voices

these are only offered as possible things to try if ur hearing distressing voices... everyone is different & everyone’s voices are different. you know you better than anyone else knows you. if you need to modify any of these, or reject any of these as actively unhelpful for you, that’s ok. 💜 feel free to add your own.

use this however is most helpful for you - i’m sharing what helps & has helped for me. so in no particular order:

Name your voices. Sometimes when they’re all just nameless forms, it can be hard to understand what’s going on, and they can feel scarily omnipotent. I found naming mine helpful for kind of containing the experience & getting to know my voices. If you ask some voices will name themselves.

Visualise ‘safe spaces’ for your voices. If you ask some voices might create their own safe place. Otherwise, you can imagine somewhere real, like sometimes I ask one of my voices to go to sleep in certain bits of a room. Or you can imagine . If you really can’t be disturbed for a length of time, you can try leaving the radio on for them, visualising them relaxing, and tell them when you’ll be ‘back’.

Draw your voices. (Or create a pinterest board for them.) One of my voices used to say things that were horrendously graphic and distressing, and I used to try to block her out all the time, so she got more aggressive with trying to get a reaction from me. Drawing her, and everything she said, whilst very difficult to do, helped it feel more manageable, and helped me pick out themes in what she was saying.

Are there any kind voices you can draw on as allies? If you have a voice that’s kind to you, you could try asking them for help. To stand up to other voices, to comfort you afterwards, etc.

Planning in advance what you might say to distressing stuff. Does a specific voice say really triggering, threatening things with an authoritative tone? It might help to prepare for the voice, and how you might respond. Often being aggressive to aggressive voices can trigger more aggression from voices (voices will lash out if they’re insulted) - how can you be polite but assertive? An example I’ve heard is “bless you, but I don’t want to do that” for commanding voices. But your response will be unique.

Set a time to listen to your voices. If voices aren’t listened to, they can get louder and more hurtful and graphic to try to get your attention - it can be a vicious cycle. But, if you engage with some voices without support, it can turn into them playing games with you and playing on your insecurities. It might help to strike a balance - set, say, half an hour a day, let the voices speak, and genuinely listen. After the time is up, you go back to doing what you usually do.

Try asking a trusted person to talk to your voices for you (this is a technique called voice dialoguing). Voice dialoguing was honestly the foundations of my recovery, and mostly conducted by my lovely partner. It’s where you sit in a different seat, and someone else speaks to your voices and you tell the person what the voices say, and you often do this multiple times. You decide what feels safe, and you debrief after. The person has to be non-judgemental about voices, and not frightened of voices. There’s information on voice dialoguing here: https://openmindedonline.com/2018/10/14/talking-with-voices-article-and-video/

Try some peer support. Maybe there’s a hearing voices group in your area? https://www.hearing-voices.org/hearing-voices-groups/find-a-group/ If not, there’s a lot of us on tumblr - hit us up and vent here. You don’t have to carry this alone.

Are you listening with anxious intensity bc they’re saying particularly distressing things? When my voices are calling me worthless or useless, or saying graphic things, or telling me a shameful secret only I know, I can completely drop what I’m doing, and LISTEN with such anxious intensity because I NEED to know I’m bad and evil. Sometimes it helps to notice I’m doing this and “let go” of the anxious intensity. I don’t need to powerlessly obsessively listen just because they’re shit talking me.

Physically soothe yourself to soothe screaming voices. Hearing screaming? Try hugging yourself, or giving yourself a face massage, or telling yourself it’s OK, or whatever it is that soothes you. When I soothe myself, I usually inadvetedly soothe the crying or screaming voice. Sometimes overtly comforting the voice helps too, even if it’s coming from very far away.

If you’ve experienced trauma, voices might be carrying memories you don’t remember or don’t feel strongly about, so they can’t be kind to you - you dissociated whilst they (the voice) stayed. Some voices remember things I don’t. Some memories I have I remember, but I don’t feel traumatised by them - but my voices really do. They have to be aggressive and violent towards me, because a) if I got close to them, I would remember too, and they’re protecting me, and b) they resent me for not remembering it whilst they do. Whilst this doesn’t immediately help how cruel they can be, it helps me have some compassion & acceptance.

Imagine a protective spell. I used to imagine a pink, sparkling sphere of healing and protection around me, and nothing could get in and hurt me. I was totally safe within this sphere. I was really into D&D, so I statted it too - 1000000000 AC, resistant 10000 to negative energy, etc. On my worst nights this helped.

Have a grounding object. I got a stone from an enjoyable vacation I had, and also an amethyst and a teddy, and I used to curl up into the fetal position and GRIP them. If you’re into this stuff, you could charge the objects with healing energy, anything else that makes the object feel more grounding. (This post is about hearing voices but also if you have visual hallucinations & feel brave enough, throwing something through the hallucination can help.)

Experiment with earplugs, sound, and space. Everyone’s voices are so unique - some get louder in big, echoey buildings, some get louder in small spaces, some shout above background noises, some blend in, some get louder with earplugs, some get quiet. Experiment! Go to different spaces and ask the voices if they can talk. Put different (&no) background sounds on. Use earplugs. See if anything feels more or less comfortable.

Experiment with distractions. When I was strugglling 24/7, the only quiet I would get would be during a good film and I NEEDED that. You can’t use distraction all the time - voices will catch up, and ignored voices tend to try to find ways to not be ignored. But I’ve found it necessary to find some breathing space. Films were that for me. There could be distractions that work best for you.

Hide! It’s OK to hide. It’s so OK to hide. It’s not a negative coping mechanism. Under the desk is my favourite place.

Complete a Maastricht interview. I am continually surprised by how little I know about my voices & how helpful I find it to know my voices more. The Maastricht interview is a series of questions that facilitates more self understanding - it might be triggering, so it might be useful to prepare yourself. Look in your local area to see if you can do it in person. If not, voila! http://www.hearingvoices.org.nz/attachments/article/59/Maastricht_Interview_for_voice_hearers.pdf (fwiw I’ve not done it yet but want to lol & I’ve met voice hearers who it’s helped.)

You’re not dirty or wrong for a voice saying graphic and horrible things. <3 It’s OK to hear graphic and disturbing voices. It’s not a reflection on you. It’s OK and normal to hear these things. You deserve safety & kindness.

If your voices get loud in new or anxiety provoking situations, give them some detailed advanced warning. Voices don’t always know what’s happening, what year it is, etc - they’re not always oriented to our reality. Saying, say, “I am going to a job interview on Saturday. Here is what is going to happen on Saturday: ...” can help them, so they don’t get anxious and take it out on you.

Start the small steps of building a collaborative relationship with your voices. Is your voice telling you to kill yourself, others, and that you’re worthless? Obviously, don’t do these things lol - but it might help to ask the voice if it has, say... a preference for a TV show, or a food. Something that doesn’t hurt you to accommodate. It can start the small steps of building a good relationship to take small preferences of the voice on board.

Educate your friends so they can be kinder to you. I like this talk! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syjEN3peCJw Most of my friends who were frightened of me & my voices were much more understanding after watching this. But you choose your resources.

Accept that it’s ok to be distressed by them and it’s ok to struggle to cope.. Give yourself as much slack as you can. Hearing voices can be so gruelling. It can be isolating and lonely and PHYSICALLY exhausting. You don’t have to do it all. NONE of us can be ‘super-copers’. It’s OK to need rest, and to cut yourself some slack.

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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Sending you some pics straight from my Pinterest board!

Hope you can come up with something about these, since I couldn't! (Who am I kidding!? I am sure you will, you are so creative!)

I had the whole Spanish class to contemplate what I wanted to do with this and I have the perfect idea 😏

“And we’re gonna dance around on the beach and visit so many museums and I’ll-“

Damiano’s ramblings were interrupted by a loud thunder, illuminating the now grey sky.

“Noo…” Y/n breathed out, as she watched his face drop.

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“The one time. I want to take you somewhere-“

“We go on dates every week.”

“Regardless.”

Y/n smiled softly as she watched Damiano contemplating about what to do now. Truth be told, she loved the rain, it soothed her and made everything eerier and more mysterious. Damiano, on the other hand, hated the chills that always passed through him when it rained.

“We could still go, you know that?”

“When we met, amore, the rain caught us on our first date and my hair got frizzy and it was a mess that night. I hate rain. It’s course, rough and irritating. It gets everywhere.” “Was that a Star Wars reference?” Y/n quizzed, squinting her eyes at Damiano, who could barely hold in his smile.

“Perhaps. Anyway. We must now develop a 7-stage plan of what to do.”

“Why 7? And why are you talking so weirdly?”

“I have to go through the seven stages of grief because a bitch named Zeus decided to fuck up my perfect date. And because I listened to that song form Tangled one too many times.”

Y/n burst out laughing, both confused and amused by her husband’s behavior.

“You are acting like a child, cucciolo.”

“I believe that my reaction is quite on brand considering the devastating event that has just happened to me.”

Another chuckle escaped Y/n. Shaking her head at his foolery, she got up and grabbed a bottle of wine. “White or red?”

“Black.”

“What?” Y/n turned around confused. “Is that some new invention?”

“Amore, you have 100 black sets what do you mean new invention??”

“You’re talking about lingerie?!” Y/n burst out, baffled.

“Did you not just call me cucciolo??”

Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and resuming her activity. Filling two glasses with wine, she grabbed a bag of chips and walked back to the couch.

“It’s a rainy day. Let me enjoy it.”

“Oh Im sorry, are you seriously choosing the rain over my magnificent dick?” He responded, mocking a hurt look to earn Y/n’s sympathy.

“Oui.”

Damiano shot up, both arms on his hips, his eyebrows comically raised. “O ho ho! So, you cheat on me with the rain, you answer me in FRENCH, AND you pick CHIPS.”

“You’re so picky. Chips are good.”

“No!?”

“Ok you know what you baby, just come here and tell me about what you had planned.”

Damiano grunted a bit, looking around, before settling on the couch, he leaned down, resting on Y/n’s thighs and snuggled into her belly.

“I was gonna take you to a castle, I saw reviews about it and it had such beautiful paintings. It was still gothic, so it fit your emo kid aesthetic. The sculptures were also breath-taking and I know you would have liked to to sketch them.”

Y/n smiled fondly, playing with his dark, wavy hair as he continued to talk.

“After that, I heard there was a piano around there, so we could have played something, even for a little bit. We would have stopped at the cafe nearby and then drive to the beach. We would have watched the sunset and then look up at the stars.”

Y/n felt like she could cry. A palm cupped Damiano’s cheek, making him look up at her. She leaned down, pressing a soft, loving kiss to his forehead.

“The stars will go out before we drift apart, amore.”

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taetaespeaches · 2 years

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Ok what?? Drunk anon here again and you’re a stan of me?? Girl please. I am your biggest stan. Don’t make me get into a brawl of affection with you! I’ll do it! Test me! (Without knowing me I feel like this sounds very aggressive lol - but it’s just my poor sense of humour, I promise I love you really)

Anywho, Yoongi’s list. This felt like Sophie’s choice. It may make me a basic bitch, but I am a Min/Kid gal till death do part these fics and I. Heart is forever clenched when reading these two, and I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that ALL your Yoongi fics are my faves. I read them front to back, top to bottom, on the regular. BUT, a list had to be made, so here we go.

Absolute absolute absolute faves:

When I say I love you forever, that’s what I mean.

My number one turn on in life is communication. Anyone I invest time into, friends, family or romance is someone I feel comfortable to pouring my heart out to, and vice versa with wanting to hear them give it all to me too. Holding meaningful conversation and feeling heard. So, I think what I loved about this fic is seeing someone as aloof as Yoongi (even though we both know he’s not actually that aloof and he’s just a honey boy) feeling comfortable enough to open up to Kid, and showing he obviously cares about her so much that he genuinely wants to listen to what she has to say. That’s literally all I want in a partner. Also good conversation AND smut? Is it Christmas?

You know I prefer apple jacks

I am a hopeless romantic at heart, who’s had an ever evolving wedding Pinterest board since 2011. And PROUD. So the way this spoke to the little girl living inside of me who has engagement and proposal fantasies. GAH. I just loved everything about this. Yoongi’s sincerity, Kid’s goofy banter. All of it. I will be sending this to any potential candidates who want to become my future husband or wife so they can take notes. Love.

I’d so take you down in a riff off

The world IS DROWNED OUT WHEN YOONGI IS SPEAKING. Period. Same Kid - I get you girl. I just love how soft yet flirty he is with Kid, but then so unbothered with everyone else. This is the exact kind of dynamic I am here for! Also love.

You look like Medusa

Sleepy Min in bed + banter = a swooning drunk anon

Honourable mentions that I also adore with all my heart:

- You should kiss a girl before you leave

- Why would you have the condoms clear across the room from the bed?

- You’re always going to be enough, Kid

- I can’t eat my cup of noodles because the microwave is an asshole

- I’m not walking out on you >> Don’t ever write a cypher about me, I’ll cry

- If your plan was to seduce me upon arrival, it’s working

- I love you more than coffee

- Keep it cute, Min. I’m not fucking you in the dorm shower

- I know it’s 4 am but it’s snowing

- My hands smell like gingerbread

I’m gonna spread these out a bit cause I get they’re LONG, but I can’t stop… I’m having way too much fun with this haha.

Love drunk anon, x

:(( we stan each other and it's cute! We're cute! But I will brawl you, bring it!

I'm cackling at you calling this Sophie's choice hahaha. Loving min/kid doesn't make you basic, it just means you have taste like all the rest of the lovelies <3 I'm so happy to hear you love them all so much aahhh that makes MY heart clench :(

Ok your top favs??? I'm so fond. "When I say I love you forever, that's what I mean" is still one of the fics I'm most proud of bc of how like lowkey but intimate it is and yeah, I'm so excited you enjoyed it so much. And I LOVE that you have a wedding pinterest board with no shame, as you should!!! When I tell you min and kid's proposal is 100 percent what I'd want 😩 was definitely living vicariously through kid there lol. Also yes, we love yoongi just being completely absorbed in kid that he forgets anyone else even exists, that's truly the dream. AND OMG! the medusa one- nearly forgot it existed but ahhh it was so fun to write. And your honorable mentions :( I'm just so happy that you love these so much, it's seriously making my day right now. Thanks for compiling these lists and putting your time and energy into this, it's seriously so sweet and it's making me so soft <3

I hope you're having a good week so far! 🧡

#drunk anon #asks #p.s. the lovelies love you lol and like same #you're just the sweetest :( ily

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citrusplasma · 3 years

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Wilder McFarlane for @ceejayssss Millenial Complex: Frankie Venegas

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“My parents used to live right next to the Greenburg’s family in Evergreen Harbor and inevitably they all became close friends. If we weren’t visiting our neighbours we were on the road for my mom’s job. When i was 9 we stopped in Willow Creek, we had been there before but it was the first time that the Goths commissioned my mother. While she was working and my dad helped, i wondered through the block,big fancy buildings everywhere except for that one. Next to Ophelia Villa there was a rundown old house,or what was left of it anyway. I was 9 and bored out of my mind,so you can guess what silly little me did. I entered. Personally wouldn’t raccomend that house to someone allergic to dust,actually scratch that, i wouldn’t raccomend it to anyone. Something caught my attention in that sea of dust,it was a glass urn, a dim sunray was making it shine a hundreds of tiny rainbows around the room- What!? What do you mean i’m boring you? Ugh! Ok,fine,I’ll cut it short. Back to the story, i grabbed it and the damn thing slipped out of my hands. Nothing bad happened after it! Ah,joking, my parents had to leave Evergreen Harbor and i basically got adopted by Mary and Blossom. I lived the rest of my life with them,helping out however i could, but Portsmouth Promenade didn’t feel like my home, you know? I needed something different,something that could be mine. So i worked as a barista to save some money and move out. I’ve left around San Myshuno (and posted on simstagram) some flyers hoping to find a place to stay, but the city is so expensive i had to find another job. Why not pick up something i’m good at,after all my aunts always said i’ve got a green thumb.So i became a gardener. Oh yeah,i see ghosts sometimes”

Bisexual

Why did her parents leave? Let’s just say some shady business. The real estate agencies world can be brutal i guess

First ghost she ever saw was a little blue blob floating around her home when she was 10

She got scared and proceeded to cry for the whole night

The ghost continued to show up every night ,so Wilder got used to it and ended up talking with it. It took a piece of her soul or something,she doesn’t remember that well

She’s sure she got cursed by that glass urn

Growing up she got more into the supernatural and even meddled into allegedly vampires’ businesses

Dream job is being a Paranormal investigator but some ghost guy named Guidry said she wasn’t ready yet

Always in a hurry (most of the time because she slept until last minute) and it even reflects on her handwriting,fashion and decor,according to Wilder it’s “messy but in a totally wanted kind of way,not because i’m running 2 hours late with only coffee and an hershey’s kiss in my body”

Tries her best to go to work on time,tho!

Likes to meet new people and rarely disklikes someone at first sight

Talks a lot

Still has to get used to the city life,it moves way too fast,but at least clubs are way more fun

Wilder’s pinterest board

#ts4 #the sims 4 #the sims #ts4 bc #ts4 bc submission #bc #wilder mcfarlane #i wrote so much omg i'm so sorry #i mean it's in character #millenialcomplexbc

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fuckkk

i overslept and missed my geography class

im gonna read while i wait for my friend to finish the class(?) so we can talk and i can help her with her tumblr

my feet hurt

ok anyway

Of course, there are many other words that suit him too.

Handsome. Strong. Intelligent. Tall. Sexy. Soft.

so true babe

man is so hot

i dont even know what to say dude the beginning is so gestures

that makes no sense

it's like...the calm before the hurricane

it does start storming in the middle though

i think idk brain is scrambled eggs

i keep on forgetting to liveblog wtf

Alec lets the Magnus in like a hurricane, despite the possibility of consequences.

It’s surprising.

What’s even more surprising is that Alec doesn’t seem to be afraid.

For someone who is careful, Alec seems keen to have Magnus by his side.

me likey

them i mean

im really into these timelines and watching them fuck up uhuduhdf

This is not the kind of rubbing off he expected from the other man.

LMAO-

how am i supposed to video call my friend when i look like an absolute mess

this is so cute though

they're like...so new

it's really really cute

ew who cooks

i do but that's not the point

Magnus is pretty sure Raphael doesn’t eat and is surviving on spite alone

me 90 percent of the time

ah he's a people pleaser sort of...

sigh

y'all just...don't talk????????

Y'all just have sex and that's it????? how tf-

oh yes also shinyun is here ew ew ew

go away bitch

oof families complicated shit right let's move on

magnus' pov is something else entirely

Magnus envies people like that.

People who look at the future and know what they want to do and where they want to be.

same dude

like how tf do y'all do this

also

magnus: I am not gonna ask him anything about his family because then he's ask me about mine

magnus 2 seconds later: so what do your parents do

baby make up your mind

Magnus doesn’t exactly know who a senator is or what they do. But he knows they are a big deal.

me when i started digging for the au

but nice alec told him

He wonders if Prom is like Facebook.

Something Alec has decided he doesn’t like and doesn’t want – but only because it’s easier to think that.

He wonders what else Alec “doesn’t like”.

Magnus wants to find all of them out and lay them on Alec’s feet.

alright boo calm down you've been together for 2 weeks

they're gonna dance???

ooo wasnt this song in the playlist??

nice

magnus' answer is as honest as you can expect right now

okay let's goo middle

RAFE'S POV???

BABY

“Prom is stupid?” she repeats incredulously. “You literally made a Pinterest board in preparation for this!”

I love this boy so much

why doesnt he wanna go?

everything okay?

ohhh she's sick

at least it's not leukemia.

JUST SAYING

They have been dating for two years now. He still remembers how nervous he had been when he had asked her out the first time when he had no more than 14.

“Pick me up at 6,” she had ordered and walked away.

Rafael had gone home and danced in celebration.

I AM GONNA SCREAM

oh my god he tried to break through the window

Rafael had tried to break into the Senator’s house through the window, chickenpox be damned and all that.

Senator Diego Rosales, Anjali’s father, had called Rafael’s dad.

Dad had dragged him home and lectured him about being responsible. Bapak had found the whole thing hilarious, and Max had called him a ‘romantic piece of shit’.

adorable little shit

it's hilarious though

he's so cute

wait isnt he part of the dance auction or some shit??

and wont he have to dance with someone else???

well that's a future problem so we'll see later

aww max just runs over to clace's house and spends time with david

cute

AWW OMG HE'S TAKING MAGNUS

It takes a professional model to make up for your absence

I-

such a simp

Bapak and Rafael two of them decide to spend the rest of the morning practicing a self-care routine – which usually means iced tea, sandalwood face packs, and watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

so sexy of them

sigh

max what did you do

people are always going to be shits

now tell me who you punched so we can do it together the next time

OH FUCK

KIND OF LIKE THE RAFAEL RUMOUR STORY???

SHIT FUCK NO

IM NOT GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT AGAIN AND I AM CERTINLY CANNOT SEE RAFAEL OR MAGNUS GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN

I am done you will see me lying in my grave

goodbye

not really since i will absolutely finish this chapter but like

I CANNOT COMPREHEND

these commenters are pissing me off

but rafe are you okay buddy??????????? like genuienly. and magnus too. shit this is gonna be so hard on them

also "weird close" NO! IT'S CALLED A HEALTHY PARENT-CHILD RELATIONSHIP

im so mad

GET OUT BITCHES LET'S FIGHT

MY FRIEND MADE A COMIC FROM THE LINE "5-foot midget with a knife" I AM GOING TO CHANNEL THAT ENERGY

i really dont want to see what they are posting

shit's messed up

Like when Max didn't want to swim in the swimming nationals and the press started saying the governor's younger son hates America.

how does one jump from that to hating america dude wtf

im gonna kill someone preferably mys the commenters. one of the commenters

IM SORRY THEY ACCUSED MAGNUS OF MURDER???

OH FUCK NO

KEEP BREATHING AND IT'LL BE YOUR FUNERAL NEXT

Aunt Lily and Aunt Maia are talking seriously with his father. Rafael wonders if they have some sort of list. A list of secrets and distractions they can release in case of a situation like this.

that is really fucking depressing

MAGNUS OMG

im gonna scream this is making me so angry

“We could lie the two of you are getting a divorce,” Rafael jokes.

FUCK NO

I know it's a reference to the future and all but like-

max im not even shocked

OH NO MAX-

I AM GONNA SCREAM

i love him so much

i am laughing way too hard at this-

oh my i just went through the lyrics

it's very...colorful

elyaas is just amazing

“It matters to me too,” Max says. “But we need to pick and choose what matters and what doesn’t. Otherwise, we’ll never make it through.”

THIS!!!

OH MY GOD THEY DESIGNED HIM A PROM

I COULD CRY

ALEC IS INCHARGE OF THE PUNCH

LMAO

i have no clue what that song is but good for you bestie

“Also, I don’t want to freak you out but this dude behind you is kinda creepily staring at you.”

the dude is alec isn't it

OH I FORGOT THAT'S WHAT CHAPERONS DO

sigh

let's do the end now....

Magnus used to be a part of the auction in the previous galas too. People like to dance with him. People want to dance with him. Magnus always gets the highest bid - which means the largest donation of course goes from Alec.

During the last gala, five years ago, Alec had won the bid for $25,000.

It had been worth every fucking penny.

Sure, they had been married at the time and Alec could have danced with Magnus whenever he wished.

But the thrill wasn’t just in the dancing.

It was in the winning.

It was in showing all those suckers that he is the one who always gets to dance with Magnus.

I am so obsessed with these dorks

Max looks at him and then focuses back on his food with a grin. "I think you should bid on him. Just for the drama."

agreed

it would be so much fun

DAVID

my boy's in cambridge so proud

maryse's growth 🥺

“David’s gay?” Max chokes on his food. “What? When? How?”

Alec is not sure how to answer those questions.

MAX JDCUUDCIUDF

how does one answer "when" and "how"

he came out through email my precious-

how did i not know Sweden has a monarchy????

max absolutely flirt with the prince and cause an international scandal

reminds me of the rwrb au

“Max,” Alec pinches the bridge of his nose. “If you walk into the gala in a tank top and boxers, I swear to god, I will cut off your allowance.”

“Damn, papi,” Max pouts. “You hit me right where it hurts.”

“I’ll take care of you,” his mother stage whispers to his son.

WHY CAN HE NOT-

also maryse yes

it's always the grandmas 🥺

HE HAS A FAKE TWT ACCOUNT JHDSUHSDU

THE NAMES OF THE ACCOUNTS IM DEAD-

Malechoe1996 Am I the only person who wants Magnus to turn up with a date? Give me that Jealous Alec content. Please and thank you.

Alecsgayspider Do y’all remember Alec bid $25,000 on Magnus? My boy has no chill lol.

THESE TWO WIN

yeah it is quite rude

“Just make sure I don’t throw my whiskey in her face.”

Jace nods. “Gotcha. Make sure to throw a whiskey in her face.”

do it bitch do it

DJDFUHDF SELENA SAID MAGNUS BANE SUPREMACY AND IM HERE FOR IT

max walked straight back I CANT-

BOY-

Rafael and Max insult each other because that’s just how they say hi

peak sibling behaviour

holy shit he's hot

"evil swan" IM DONE-

what is up with the white suit though??

“Whatever happened to decorum? This is a charity event for fuck’s sake!”

“Then you should probably consider buttoning up some of this,” Max deadpans as he points at Alec’s shirt.

OK LISTEN-

“That’s different!” Alec hisses.

dude that's sexist

OH NO HE'S GOING TO DROP HIS CHAMPAGNE ON HER

I KNOW HE WILL

OH SHIT HE DID

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

THE KIDS ARE JUST WALKING AROUND MAKING SURE ALEC DOESN'T CAUSE A SCANDAL IM DONE-

also "not under his roof" shduhdfudf

oh fuck no she's wearing magnus' clothes

NO ONE BIDS AGAINST ANJALI LMAO

LEXI BID FOR JACE UIDUDUIFD

well technically jace bit for himself-

NOICE THE PRINCE BID ON DAVID

SHINYUN REALLY DID THAT-

i am digging her grave as we speak

if alec doesnt kill her i will

AWW DAVID CAME LOOKING FOR MAX

Y'all need to talk

The three of them stand on the balcony. It’s not fucking awkward at all.

my my the tension is thick af

sigh

well then

okay im going back to sleep

OMG THIS IS ME BECAUSE I WOKE UP TODAY AT 8 AND I WAS LIKE "IMMA CHILL TODAY" AND THEN I FORGOT I HAD A MEETING AT 10.

I had to go for it :)))))))))))

Also not you getting aggressive during these live blogs kjdshfkjs lowkey here for it.

#tlnd

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