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Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.
Type: A bit of everything
Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst
You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it.
You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off.
He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.
As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob.
“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder.
You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke.
You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room.
She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed.
“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged.
“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries.
“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N).
You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet.
“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes.
“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you.
You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car.
You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.
5 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back.
3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems.
You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating.
Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him.
He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more.
Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore.
Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted.
And now you were here today.
Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend.
He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef.
Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel.
A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend.
When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook.
‘Just got off work. How was your day?’
Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely.
Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing.
Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming.
Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs.
Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun.
Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing.
In a second, guns were raised.
Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi.
Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling.
Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed.
He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain.
Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder.
Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest.
Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean.
“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body.
“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away.
Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh.
“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure.
“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly.
“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable.
“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door.
“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning.
A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly.
”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes.
He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh.
“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell.
“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could.
When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom.
“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room.
“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in.
“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“
He said nothing.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.
I would love to see head cannons for Asuma getting drunk with his s/o. ( I swear he doesn't get as much love as he deserves), a jealous Itachi, and Shikamaru sfw and nsfw.
Drunk Asuma Sarutobi Headcanons
When Asuma goes out for drinks his main intent is to get drunk, the whole idea of social drinking is really lost on him – where you’re supposed to take your time and not get too hammered. He really likes the idea of losing control, and unwinding entirely. After only a few drinks, Asuma turns into a smiling mess, he’ll start laughing over nothing and he’ll have this giddy grin perpetually stuck on his face.
This can really be awful at times, but after a drink or two Asuma starts telling people what he really thinks – no filter what so ever. Usually he is the calm, reserved type, but when he’s forsaken sobriety all of his thoughts just come flying out no matter the consequences.
Expects you to watch for him when you’re both drinking. It can be a pain in the ass if you want to relax and maybe get drunk yourself. He just throws that responsibility on your shoulders unfortunately, so it can really sour the whole time if getting drunk and having someone watch you is your plan. It’s funny but Asuma has trouble lighting his own cigarettes sometimes when he’s especially plastered – you have to light them for him if you don’t want to see his whole beard light up in flames.
Is surprisingly good at sex even when he’s drunk. Of course it will be a little sloppier than usually, it’s hard to have amazing motor control when your drunk, but his lazy and lingering movements prove to be quite hedonic during oral because he will drag his tongue all over. When it actually comes to sliding his cock in, he has these slow erotic strokes that can just drive you crazy and make you want to scream.
Jealous Itachi Headcanons
Itachi himself isn’t a jealous person. He’s not one to become green with envy if someone hits on you or if you hug one of your guy friends. Go ahead and kiss your foreign friend’s cheek, he won’t mind a lick. Being platonically affectionate to your pals won’t throw him into a frenzy or make him doubt his place in a relationship with you.
Thing is, if Itachi of all people is with you that means he explicitly trusts you. Do try not to break said trust. Heartbreak is a serious condition in the Uchiha clan. Nevertheless, if he does begin to suspect that you’re drifting away from him and spending more time than necessary with friends or that hottie from the Hyuuga clan, then, yeah, doubt may speckle a bit in his mind. He won’t jump to conclusions unless given reason to. He would rather finish putting the pieces together than key your car singing Carrie Underwood’s hit song Before He Cheats with only a couple pieces of evidence.
And, you know, he communicates with you. Any and all issues can resolved with some talking in your relationship. If he has suspicions, he will sit you down and discuss. No sugarcoating, straight to the point, nice and painless. You can enjoy a hand squeeze or even a faint smile when you soothe his worries and tell him that guy friend of yours was just that – a friend.
All in all he’s not the jealous type, and if he did get the j-word, it would be worked out.
Trying to make him jealous on purpose isn’t cute, so do not try it unless you want a serious discussion with how your relationship will go on from then on.
Shikamaru SFW and NSFW Headcanons
• There was an exact second in which Shikamaru knew he had fallen in love. There was absolutely nothing extraordinaire in that moment: he just saw your back as you walked in Konoha’s streets. But his heart was breaking his ribs, his stomach was full of butterflies and his face was burning. Then, he knew there wasn’t anything that could be done. After that, everything was strategies: he exploited his brain until every single neuron was thinking in a way for you to fall in love with him.• He is not much of an eater -it is too troublesome-, usually, Chouji or his family have to remember him. It is not that he doesn’t want: his thoughts always distract him, clouds float over his head, and he always finds something more interesting to do. He has spent entire days cloud-gazing, forgetting to do anything related to his physical needs.
• Shikamaru tends to forget important dates. Birthdays, anniversaries, important outings… He is also unapologetic about it: his S/O has to understand it. He cares about you, but it just isn’t the way he lives. He isn’t one to plan long term, Shikamaru prefers surprise gifts to show affection.
• He is going to complain about how much work a relationship needs while smiling and kissing your neck. Shikamaru is always making his best effort to please you, but he wants to keep a certain image. He is lazy, except with you, but complaining is the perfect way to ask for more attention. If he does something difficult and troublesome for you, then, he deserves more kisses in return.
• Shikamaru finds dandelions extremely interesting. They have accompanied him in his lazy afternoons. While laying on the grass, they tingle his skin. He loves watching them disintegrate when the wind is blowing. More than once, Shikamaru has found himself making a wish.
• His favorite kind of sex is lazy sex. No frustration, no rough moves, no heavy atmosphere. He loves sloppy kisses and wandering caresses and soft moans. Shikamaru thinks love is something slow and dainty, and although he can have sex full of harshness and tension, nothing makes him happier than sweat bathing your sleepy face in the mornings.
• Finds your naked body extremely alluring. Shikamaru can spend hours just observing you. Every blemish, every scar, every part of your skin excites him. He especially loves running his fingers around your navy.
• Although he is pretty good at oral, he hates giving it. Shikamaru is more of a receiver; Shikamaru’s penis is really sensitive, particularly in the tip, and for him, almost nothing can compare to the feeling of your tongue licking it. About pleasing you he prefers masturbating, either fingering or handjobs.
• His favorite position is the reverse cowgirl. Although there is not much physical contact, Shikamaru finds very exciting having you control all the action. While comfortably lying on his back, he likes running his fingers through your back or slapping your ass.
• Likes outdoor sex. The thrill of being caught gets him going. For him, the more rural the place, the better. He loves how your face contrast with the sky. Teasing him in public or while cloud-gazing is the easiest way to get Shikamaru going.
Hi River! Can you link us to some meta, analysis, commentary, or basic evidence of Sherlock being trans, particularly in BBC Sherlock? I just haven't really read anything in depth about this so I'm interested to know more. Thanks!
so firstly, most of the canonical evidence is in s3 and tab but i thought i’d start with something that caught my attention in the great game
here, sherlock is excitedly giving his deduction about the golem
and john, pressed about the earlier confrontation he had with sherlock about moriarty, and impatient, replies with this
which leads sherlock and lestrade to have these reactions:
now QUITE obviously sherlock and lestrade know something here that john does not. lestrade looks down and away immediately after john’s comment and sherlock looks at lestrade with a look which vehemently reads “don’t say anything, he doesn’t know”
to me, this is an extremely obvious misgendering of sherlock that john does ignorantly and unintentionally because he honestly doesn’t know, and i can adhere to this personally because it has happened to me on multiple occasions
now, throughout the next 10 minutes of the episode sherlock distances himself from john by telling him that they should split up to get more done, which isn’t an unusual occurrence but it is DEFINITELY unusual when john is doing something that only police should be doing (interviewing the dead man’s roommate)
i see this as sherlock needing to distance himself from john for just a little while because of the earlier instance. he’s obviously not mad, just a bit upset and jarred but as you can see by the end of the episode everything between them is completely fine again
in s2 there isn’t much in the way of physical evidence like above, it’s more subtextual, in asib it is brought up at least twice that i can remember that sherlock is a virgin
“sex doesn’t alarm me” “how would you know?”
“he calls you the ice man and the virgin”
this can be attested to that sherlock is just a genuinely awkward person and uncomfortable with contact as such but it can easily be read that because he is trans that he experienced and experiences body dysphoria which would lead to him not being comfortable with his own body, let alone allowing someone else to be with it so intimately
“but what about top surgery scars?????” you may ask
not all trans people get double mastectomies!!! some of us don’t ever get surgery! but sherlock could have easily had the key hole operation which would not leave the double incisions on the chest that you see on many trans men
sherlock having little to no body hair is also incredibly telling, as many trans men, even on testosterone, are unable to grow it and if they do it’s usually patchy
in both thob and the google maps of 221b, there is an injection gun sitting on the table
injection guns are used to inject medication accurately and frequently, and, sherlock constantly on the move for cases, would need to administer his testosterone quickly and efficiently
now, in The Trans Sherlock Show (s3) there is so much evidence that he’s trans it makes my head spin
the VERY first scene we see sherlock in, he has absolutely no facial hair, yet, the hair on his head is literally down to his shoulders
where did he find the time to shave yet not cut his hair??? he didn’t
sherlock was unable to have access to testosterone in the field for 2 years is what happened, so it stunted his facial hair growth
there is literally no other explanation for this like
moving on to tsot
sherlock loves dancing and always has which isn’t that unusual for men anymore, but his love for dancing does not explain the fact that he can do a pirouette perfectly? he would have had to go through extensive training to complete such a move, and many parents put their “little girls” in dancing lessons
during the stag night and sherlock and john’s drinking game, sherlock drunkenly asks questions that john answers to validate him, not the person on his head
“am i human?”
“am i a man?”
“am i important?”
“do people like me?”
sherlock is obviously seeking validation from john, and he just wants to know what he is to people and how people see him
later in this scene sherlock also says “beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood influences and role models” which is a really… trans thing to say. he’s talking about beauty and looks but those are as performative as gender, gender is literally performing a look, how you want to be perceived and how you want others to perceive you
as a little aside and a line that i always laugh at anderson asks sherlock if he has “one hole or two” and sherlock abashedly says “sorry?!” and obviously they’re talking about the gunshot wound but it’s just a funny trans joke to me
anyway! “how can sherlock be trans if he is clearly a little boy in his mind palace!!!” sherlock can imagine himself however he wants in his mind palace folks and children are mostly androgynous in formative years so this could have been how he looked or he’s picturing himself as such
now the 2 hospital scenes, one with janine and the deleted scene with magnussen
first the janine scene:
“you lied to me, you lied and lied”
“just once would have been nice”
sherlock, awkwardly, “i was waiting until we got married”
“you shouldn’t have lied to me, i know what kind of man you are. we could have been friends”
now this can be read as both a reveal of sherlock being gay AND trans
“but it can only be about him being gay!!!” you might say
then explain the magnussen scene:
magnussen, a man who blackmails people for money, is blackmailing sherlock about his “musician’s hands”
but this comment quickly turns into calling them “woman’s hands,” and sherlock looks at magnussen in fear - he knows his secret
this deleted scene completely explains sherlock’s vehemence toward mycroft near the end of hlv when mycroft asks sherlock why he hates magnussen so much
and finally the tarmac scene, when sherlock says “sherlock is actually a girl’s name”
this can be interpreted a couple of different ways in terms of him being trans
sherlock could be saying here that sherlock was his birthname and he wanted to keep it, but needed a masculine name on legal documents, hence william sherlock scott holmes, because sherlock is quite an androgynous unusual name
or, he could be saying that he was born a “girl,” and that his being carries along that sentiment even though he had chosen sherlock during his transition. either way, he’s literally saying he’s trans
sherlock has no facial hair at all, yes he could be cleanly shaven, but as this is the 1890s hrt doesn’t exist yet so he wouldn’t be able to actually grow it
sherlock, perhaps having noticed, or not caring to notice because hooper is in the same predicament as him, has not said anything about the fact that hooper is, for lack of a better term, “a woman dressed in man’s clothing”
hooper could be a trans man just like sherlock, hence him not saying a single thing because he himself is trans as well and would not dare to out hooper
I LITERALLY HAVE NO COMMENT????? THIS IS THE MOST TRANS LINE I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN CINEMA
in the end scene, when sherlock tells john that he “would be very much at home in such a world” and that he’s always been a man out of his time, it’s fairly obvious that sherlock knows he could better himself in current day, that he could be the man he wanted with access to what he wanted in the 21st century (testosterone, surgery, etc)
and finally after all of that! the big doozy of yesterday in which we all learned that sherlock literally leaves his t needles all over 221b! a major thank you to @sidryan for that!
anyway that’s all! sherlock is trans thanks for coming to my ted talk
I was told, very kindly, by the amazing @jemscorner my lovely friend @takemeawaytocamelot that there might be a small interest in sharing how my husband’s and I’s cross cultural relationship (a born and bred celtic and very traditional Irishman and a wild brassy American woman) real life parallels Jamie and Claire.
@bonnie-wee-swordsman she would be interested in the crazy story of how we met as well. I think it would be easiest to star there and, if anyone is indeed interested, share a few posts from there. (Please know that I am in no way implying that the epic love story that is Jamie and Claire in anyway comes close to my own life. Only that through reading the books I found some very fun moments that reminded me of my own marriage and thought would be fun to share.)
I really felt for Claire, having to decide within months of meeting Jamie, to chose to follow her unexpected deep new found love, or be sensible and stay with her life on its stable, planned track. To risk it all, give up all she knew, live in a country with its own cultural rules, where she is an outsider. I faced something smaller but similar.
At 19 I was going to college full time, had a job, a car, and took care of my grandparents in California, where I was born. On Thanksgiving I was not able to travel with my grandparents to an extended family dinner. I was tearful at work realizing that I would be on my own for the holiday, when my boss at the University saw. She was from Ireland but had settled in California. She insisted I join her family. It was extremely kind but I was slightly terrified of how awkward it would be. Luckily for me she absolutely refused to take no for an answer.
So, at 10am Thanksgiving morning I found myself nervously walking down the street to my boss’ house. I immediately saw my soon to be husband taking with my boss and her neighbor at the door. My first thought was “shit, she has other guests. This will be so stressful.”
My husband’s mum grew up with my boss in Ireland. My boss was like his auntie and a very established professor and department head. She had told him a ‘colleague’ was comming to Thanksgiving dinner. He expected someone of similar age, not a 19 year old American girl.
My husband then spent the next several hours flirting with me while I acted a deer in the headlights, trying to be polite, professional and worthy of dinner at my prestigious boss’ home.
It finally clicked for me at dessert (thanks to a Father Ted quote of all things) that he was interested. We had a lovely night and, as he walked me back to my car, asked if he could see me again. I was more than busy at this time in my life (work, school, nursing my grandfather) but jokingly said I had the weekend off for the holiday.
My husband: Great what time can I pick you up tomorrow?
Me: Ha! Well, I like to sleep in…
My husband: 9am tomorrow then.
9am the next day the biggest bunch of flowers I’ve ever seen was staring at me through the key hole.
Unbeknownst to me, during Thanksgiving my grandfather’s cancer had taken a new turn. He was suddenly confused and not himself. My grandmother took him home and didn’t tell me much of what was bothering him.
So we had our date. A day of hiking arround the hills by the ocean and then a movie (Love Actually). It was amazing but I was clear that I was not looking for a relationship. And he was only in the US for a few weeks visiting. At the end of the date he asked to take me out again Sunday night.
Sunday night came with disaster. My grandfather was suddenly in pain and couldn’t speak. He couldn’t remember how to sit down or stand up by himself. So I comforted my grandmother, called an ambulance and then called my husband to cancel our date. His first question was how I was getting to the hospital.
Me: Driving behind the ambulance I guess.
My husband: No, you can’t do this on you own. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.
He was an hour away technically. But 20 minutes later, breaking all speed laws, he was there.
I had no family to help, no parents to rely on. I had friends, but this man who met me 3 days before swooped in. Took me to the hospital, helped me with the doctors (his dad was a physician in Ireland and he knew his way around.) He stayed with me there, drove me home, tucked me into bed and slept on the couch. The next morning he made breakfast, went to the store to stock up and basically stepped in to look after my grandmother and I. I was a very independent, strong willed girl who was used to caring for others. I had just ended a serious relationship (caught my older handsome man cheating. *coughFrankcough*). I was not looking to be serious with anyone and absolutely not prepared for a gallant young man to jump in to protect and care for me.
I was immediately amazed. But not willing to call it a relationship. My grandfather came home for hospice and my husband practically moved onto the couch to look after me. Eventually my grandfather passed away and some of the extended family showed to help with the funeral.
A few weeks later my husband had to go back to Ireland. I was sad but not willing to admit how much I cared. He promised to come back. And after a few weeks returned. I had never felt anything so powerful in my life.
But decisions needed to be made. Would we try long distance and hope it worked out? He couldn’t legally live in the US. He had work and family in Ireland.
So after a couple of months I decided it was worth risking everything. I made sure my grandmother was alright, I quit my job, withdrew from college and bought a one way ticket to Ireland.
I won’t lie, it was not a simple happy ever after. Adapting to a completely different culture, being an outsider, having to rely on my husband when I was used to being very independent, was tough. But I renrolled in school, got a job and we eventually moved to our own place. There were fights, and home sickness. It was cold and I was not always welcome (there was more than one argument with his sister in gaelic where I was intentionally excluded from the conversation) but it was true love.
We’ve been married for 10 years now, together for 14, and live in the US.
It was a miracle that the day my grandfather started to leave my life, my husband was entering it. It was a miracle that in just a few months I found complete soul deep love. And a miracle that I was crazy enough to choose it, even with the terrifying choices that came with it.
So that’s the story of us. Nowhere near as amazing as the fictional world of Outlander. But I was blown away when I read the books and very greatful to see someone else share even small moments that I could relate to.
True love does exist. It can last for years and across continents. The passion can grow with age and the fire burn brighter with maturity. Knights in shinning armor do exist (and they are as stubborn and exhausting and wonderful as you think.)
(Sorry for typoes but I knew if I thought about it too long I would chicken out. So here it is, mess and all.)
There’s something in our attic, but my parents wouldn’t tell me what it was. To be more accurate, they have constantly denied there’s anything up there and have since I was a child and first mentioned it.
Why haven’t I gone up there to see for myself? Aside from the general fear it’s always instilled in me – for reasons I will get to – however much my curiosity makes me want to see for myself, I couldn’t. Our attic door is locked and I had no idea where my parents kept the key. Believe me, I’d looked several times over the years and have never found it.
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AN: I know Hannibal’s office isn’t in his house but for some reason that’s just where pictured it for this
The first day you accepted Hannibal’s offer of his spare
bedroom you didn’t notice the door. Too distraught about having to flee your
home in favour of Hannibal’s, hoping to keep safe long enough for the FBI to
catch whoever was following you.
The second day you were a little curious but careful. Trying
to ask questions without really asking them which, to Hannibal, became an amusing
game as he tested who you were.
The third day was when you started to inspect the home,
curiously considering rooms, always aware that you were being watched, almost
assessed. At one point, you got yourself lost in the large house and found your
way to a room so full of books you were sure it out shone the local library.
The two of you had stumbled up the flight of stairs to your apartment floor, you tripped over nothing and his excellent reflexes worked even in his drunken state. Clint caught you by the waist and pulled you against his chest, his hand rested at your stomach.
“Wow, you sure know how to rescue a damsel in distress,” you mouthed off sarcastically, placing a hand over his.
“You’re no damsel,” he chuckled into your ear. A surge of warmth flooded your body and you quickly pushed from him.
“I’m drunk, you’ve done your good guy duty and walked me to my door,” you hiccuped and the two of you laughed.