#Someone needs to his ass in his place

[c-t-r-l14]

Session 32

“You don’t know what love is,

if you don’t put up a fight.”

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Synopsis: If Alex wants you gone so badly, then you will be gone like the wind.

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You really didn’t want to do this.

Just the thought of seeing those brown eyes of ebony was enough to make your stomach drop. You’d rather do anything else—be anywhere else. Yet there you were, standing right in front of the door to the apartment you two shared together. It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen it; since you’ve last seen him. Your mother insisted that you stayed over at her house for a little while longer—despite your protests.

“I think its best if you stayed here and cool off”, she murmured, handing you a cup of tea, “I don’t think its smart to go back in the condition you’re in.”

She was probably right. When you arrived at her door a few days ago, you were hysterical; your eyes red and wide—burning with the tears that streamed down your face, your nose red and runny, and the only sounds that left your mouth were incomprehensible sobs and labored breaths. It took you a while to calm down, and even longer to tell your mother what happened. You were in no condition to go home, let alone face him. It’s not like you’d know what to say to him anyway. You were too hurt to think. So, for those few days, you decided to stay with your mother. You guys went on walks, she gave you advice, and was your shoulder to cry on when you needed to let all that stress and pain go. And for the few days you had spent with her, you found solace. Deep down you knew you it wouldn’t last forever, but you wanted so badly to stay with her and pretend that your problems didn’t exist. And unfortunately, your mother knew, too.

“You’re gonna have to go back eventually,” she told you one morning, as you two were drying off the dishes, “You can’t avoid him forever.”

“I know, mama,” you sighed, “but it’s just so hard, and I just don’t know what to do.”

Your mother put the plate on the on the counter, and you felt her piercing stare on your skin.

“(Y/N),”—you lifted your head to look at her—“I taught you better than to run away from your problems. And you know good and damn well what to do, you’re not stupid.”

“It’s not that simple, mama—”

“I never said it was, baby. These things never are. But, avoiding your problems will not make them disappear, it’ll only make things harder.”

You didn’t respond. You merely turned your attention back to the dishes and continued to dry off the plates.

“I’m not asking you to get back together with him—hell, I really don’t think you should. But you can’t let him walk around thinking that the way he acted was right, either. You know how to stand up for yourself.”

“I know, mama. It’s just so—god—-it’s so difficult, and—”

“Anything worth doing is difficult, (Y/N),” she tenderly held your face in her warm hands, “but it being hard isn’t an excuse to avoid your problems.”

You felt your eyes burn with tears, and a shaky sigh passed through your lips. She was right.

“Don’t let him get away with the way he treated you, (Y/N). If you just stay here and never speak to him again, then you’ve already accepted defeat! And If there’s one thing about me, is I ain’t raise no damn quitter!”

Your mother wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Let that bastard know that he can’t just pull you outta his life and throw you away. Speak up. And show him that you will not go out quietly. Do you hear me?”

You sniffled.

“Yes, mama.”

………

You wanted so badly to turn around and leave—go to a place where he’ll never see you again; but this was something you had to do. Alex made his decision, and you made yours—and the only thing you could do was respect his choice as much as you can. And so, with sweaty palms, a pounding heart, and the terrible feeling of trepidation coursing through your veins, you inserted your keys into the keyhole, and opened the door.

Only to find that your little apartment was empty.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding; a small part of you was relieved that he wasn’t there. You weren’t in the mood for any type of conversation with him. But that relief didn’t exactly quell the dread that ran through your veins. It didn’t make your hands any less shakier, or your face any less hotter. It didn’t calm your beating heart, or wipe the sweat off your brow. And it most certainly didn’t fill the hollowness that encapsulated your entire body. As you walked to the closet, you tried your best to shake off these horrible feelings by attempting to reassure yourself.

This will all be over soon.

You’ll find someone else.

It’s for the best.

But those attempts were half-hearted at best, and insincere at worst. You grabbed the suitcase that laid on the top shelf of the closet, and dragged it to the room you and Alex once shared.

And your chest grew tight and heavy as you took your clothes out of the drawers and put them into the suitcase.

….

The jingling of a second pair of keys made your hands clammy. You swore under your breath as you heard those same keys jostle in the front door. Alex was back, and you weren’t even done packing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him step in the apartment.

Relax.

You took in a deep breath as you heard the confused tone in his voice.

“Wha—(Y/N)??”

You released it, and spoke.

“I’m in the bedroom.”

And you steeled yourself as you heard Alex’s footsteps hastily approach the bedroom.

You will not go out quietly.

You saw him. For the first time in days, you saw him, and there was nothing but panic written all over his face.

“Good god, (Y/N), I knew you were staying over at your mom’s house, but you could’ve at least told me that you were staying there for more than a day! Why didn’t you answer any of my calls or texts?? I didn’t even know when you got back ‘till I saw your shoes at the door—”

In all of his panic, it took Alex a couple of seconds to notice that the drawers to the dressers were ajar and the suitcases with your clothes inside. You saw his eyes widen as the realization hit, but the feeling of incredulity made him ask one singular question:

“W-Where are you going?”

The quiver in his voice made you die inside, and yet you kept you voice low, and your tone firm and flat.

“Away,” You simply replied, “I’m moving out.”

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A/N: So, I’ve had this story in my head for quite a while now, and have a really good concept on how I want it to pan out. It took me such a long time to do because of finals, and writing Alex’s dialogue just pisses me off so bad—to the point where I ACTUALLY have to take breaks in between writing. I’m so sorry about the cliffhanger, y’all 💀, but unfortunately, this story will have to be broken up into two parts. Its already way too damn long 😭

The Part 2 will be out in a lil’ bit ya’ll, just hold on! 😭

Hope ya’ll enjoyed it so far, though!

Masterlist

[ravenpureforever]

On one hand, Young Justice is kind of neglected by the actual superheroes that should be looking out for them in a lot of crucial ways and very much failed by the adults around them

But on the other hand Red Tornado straight up hosts a parent-teacher conference where their respective legal guardians all show up, barring Batman who’s in traffic so Nightwing fills in instead because Robin’s dad does not know he’s a vigilante which is objectively hilarious

[touchyluffy]

part one

In the days it takes you to heal from your injuries, Luffy comes to your bedroom to sleep next to you every night. He does try, the night after the first, to sleep in his own bedroom but he can't. Usually sleep comes easy to him, especially after a long day of adventure but not now. He closes his eyes, trying to think of your wounds healing, your soft breathing, your warm hand holding his, but he can't fall asleep. He huffs in irritation and rises from his bed, sulking across the ship to knock on your bedroom door and opening it slowly. You put down your book, you were also struggling to sleep, and open the covers for him. You smile at each other as he excitedly hops into your bed.

And so it becomes routine for you two. Even as your injuries heal completely, as the sunsets and the crew walks off to their separate bedrooms, Luffy follows you into yours and you let him. It becomes normal to roll over in the middle of the night and snuggle into his warm body, to wake up in the morning with his arm wrapped around you, to feel him pull you closer in his sleep, to giggle at his sleep-talking, to hear your name in his mumblings. You offer to let him keep his toothbrush and some clothes in your room, he accepts.

Sleeping together becomes so routine that you have trouble sleeping without him. There were times when you two would be separated by a foe that Luffy challenged and each night you would stay awake staring at his side of the bed, worry clouding your mind and making it impossible to sleep and eventually when Luffy defeated the foe, he would be covered in bandages and it was your turn to listen to his soft, even breathing as he slept. There were times when you be working late into the night and he would come find you, curling up on the floor next to you to sleep in your presence until you eventually finish and drag him back to your bed so you can both sleep comfortably. There were times when you would get angry at him for putting the crew in danger with his recklessness and you'd slammed your bedroom door in his face and toss and turn, your anger at him turning into desperation for him to just come to bed already, eventually you get up to find him and as you open your bedroom door, Luffy's sleeping frame falls on your legs. He'd been sleeping against your door. Smiling you pull his rubbery body into bed and cuddle up next to him, his heartbeat your lullaby. He smiles in his sleep and his arms come up around you. Whenever he's missing his hat or sandals, you find them by your bed.

This new routine of you and your captain sleeping together left your other crewmates with their mouths on the floor several times. They still hadn't gotten used to you two waving goodnight and walking into the same bedroom. When they would ask, you tried to explain but there really wasn't anything to explain. You and their captain couldn't sleep unless you slept together. That's all, why do they always stare at you in such surprise when you say that? Their shocked faces didn't discourage you both into cuddling up to each other at night, finding relaxation, warmth, safety, and comfort in each others arms. What was once your space becomes "our bedroom", "our closet", "our bathroom".

[athina-blaine]

for my money, labru is head and shoulders above other ships involving them simply due to the unmatched yap potential, i imagine them feeding off each other's energy like they're slipstreaming in mario kart until they start going fast enough to break the sound barrier

[epickiya722]

Before anyone gets on my case and think I'm jumping on the "Gojo is racist" bandwagon because "I hate Gojo" I'm telling you right now that I'm not saying he's racist. I don't even hate Gojo. In fact, I am a fan.

But I'm not gonna act like that man is so pure or Gege is always have it out for him.

What Gojo said is racist, but more so out of ignorance. And it is not the first time he said something ignorant to Miguel. So the scene in 255 isn't out of nowhere it just feels like it is because some of you probably haven't read the JJK 0 manga. 255 is more so a continuation.

This happens in the manga.

Gojo compares Miguel to a real life kickboxer and comedian, Bobby Ologun. This scene's dialogue is changed in the movie. I don't know why, probably because Bobby has some controversy surrounding him about assault charges in 2020, a year before the JJK 0 movie came out.

Now, before anyone goes "that's not ignorant, that's not racist", shush and take this from a view from a BLACK PERSON.

Bobby Ologun is a popular TV personality in Japan. Gojo sees what how Black people are on television. He grew up in a sheltered household and even after probably never interacted with a Black person until Miguel.

Saying "he's talking like he's Bobby Ologun" is putting is not what you say to a Black person. It's the assumption that Miguel, a Black person, knows this other Black person. It's the "every Black person knows every Black rapper".

And when we don't? It's assumed that Black person isn't a "true Black person" or "not acting Black".

I have had bad experiences with this. People like to act surprised that I'm a full Black person because "Oh my gosh your hair is so curly" and "but you're not ghetto" and "you're so sweet" and "you're so light skinned" and "you like anime". And when I tell them that I'm not mixed or another race they hit me with the "are you sure"? I'm born Black, my parents are both Black. Both of their parents are Black. I am Black, it's not up for debate!

Gojo unintentionally placed Miguel in a box by comparing him to another Black person who just so happens to also be African. I never been to Africa, but I know a Nigerian African isn't the same as Kenyan African. (Miguel is from Kenya.) Just because they're both African Black men doesn't mean Miguel has heard of the guy.

There's no such thing as a Black person "not acting Black". A Black person not displaying the stereotypes you think applies what to "what a Black person is" doesn't make that person any less Black.

They were born Black, that what makes them Black. But that doesn't mean we are all the same. Miguel is right. He isn't special because he's Black. He's special because he is him. This is even more explicit when you remember that jujutsu and curses are common in Japan, but not in other places. Miguel just so happens to be a rare case. It's like how Yuji was able to suppress Sukuna when it's an one in a million chance of survival.

So now the "Gojo is racist" jokes aren't funny? Because some of you were quick to laugh the first time when JJK 0 came out and the Black guy got a combo from your pale skinned fave. So now that the Black guy had to school your favorite on being ignorant, it's not funny? "Gege is trying to create chaos" or maybe you didn't pay attention the first time.

Or maybe you don't like the seeing reality that some of you are like this. Maybe you're that person who is quick to assume every Black person you cross is an athlete. Probably threw a slur or two at a Black person in the JJK fandom (and others) in their inbox.

Could you be upset because you were wrong that Miguel didn't die this chapter as you assumed and he actually showed out on Sukuna and survived? Mad because he got the spotlight? (Like how some of you were so sure Maki died of a Black Flash even though everyone else survived one, but okay.) "Damn it, the Black guy didn't die." Is that how you're feeling?

Some of you are acting as if Gege really dragged out that scene with ten pages or something. It was just a quick scene. And it's not like Gojo didn't apologize and learned from it.

Again, I love Gojo, I do. But let's not act like sometimes he's a little too arrogant and ignorant and he rightfully so should be brought back to reality. He's flawed. He's not some pure person. He grew from how he was as a teenager, but he still has this bad habit of being inconsiderate of how others around him feel.

Take Utahime for example. He constantly calls her weak. She has every damn right to hate his guts. She's not "confused about her feelings" and it's not "Oh my gosh, so romantic". He's an ass and he's disrespectful. He has no reason to call her weak. She has more experience than him given she is older than him.

It was a long time fucking coming anyways.

[kylejsugarman]

its so unbelievably funny that yeah, jesse did eventually disassemble the sonic pizza crackhouse that his place became in season 4 and buy furniture and stuff, but that furniture was basically just curtains that fail at being curtains, his sound system rig, and this god awful sofa that's clearly meant to be used for fancy back patio decor parked like directly in the middle of the room. jesse's rich beyond belief with drug money at this point and his set-up would still get his ass to the top of the "r/malelivingspaces" subreddit any day of the week

[jimmyspades]

[adelaidedrubman]

officially coming out as a john vasectomy truther. he snipped them thangs

[brainrotzora]

these things are always happening to the ones i like :////////

anyways the lighting in this dungeon is so nice

didn't get any good pics bc i was too busy dungeoning but so pretty...best dungeon music so far goes to snowcloak though btw

[beeholyshit]

2 of my neurons just made synapses

Thinking about Glitchy and M3ga mmmm

[beeapocalypse]

think the big Thing for the getaway driver oc is that in the middle of a heist gone loud w/o proper planning sydney gets too fucked up to return 2 the fray after dropping off a couple duffles and the driver makes the call to borrow her mask + guns to go in there Herself and while that is instrumental to making sure everyone makes it out there alive + Not in police custody it ALSO throws a jug of gasoline on the whole payday Case media + fbi efforts wise. absurd speculation on this sudden change in operations (ie fifth heister out of nowhere. spirals out to impossible theories of a huge network of potential agents and all) that puts a TON of pressure on them. gets put on safehouse arrest and is constantly butting heads w dallas during that entire time (him thinking she acted out of line vs her believing it was thru her actions alone that they got out of there. she shot a cop in the head while he was in the middle of cuffing a wounded dallas) while him + bain try to figure out what the hell to do abt it all

[glassanimalcollective]

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinkbing about. him

[shalvis]

Xenoblade 1 is the best game like ever fucking made and it has two of the most dogshit sequels ever fucking made

[coachbeards]

anyone who knows me knows i don’t agree with the characterization of beard @ jamie in regards to zava. i think him being condescending is actually,,,,, kind of out of character. i know, i know. beard likes winning, he’s the smart one, yadda yadda. but beard has Never liked winning at the expense of the team members. it’s ted who doesn’t want the tie in the end of s1, where beard (the self-proclaimed hater of losing) would be perfectly okay with it. sure, he doesn’t Want a tie, but he’s well aware if that’s their only option, then he wants it. he’s the one who didn’t want jamie back on the team, despite knowing damn well he’s an amazing player,,,, because he didn’t like how jamie’s behavior impacted the team. he saw the damage done, and he’d choose the team over higher chances of winning any day. he didn’t see jamie’s growth, not up until his season two and season three arc. and you can tell his opinion changes!!! he calls him a beautiful dumb dumb, he is way more positive of him later on.

and like……….we’ve never actually seen beard be truly condescending. him yelling at ted for wanting to win isn’t condescending when you take into account that ted is his boss, and beard is his second in command telling him that things Matter. he’s still teaching ted football, even in their third year there. he’s proud of ted for learning about the sport via fifa. he’s patient, he’s understanding. he sees change, he’s someone who’s gone through his own versions of the lasso way several times. he’s not a condescending person, nor would he make fun of jamie for getting a word wrong or being worried about Zava. Again. Beard has ALWAYS said he wants to win, but he’s SHOWN preferring the players and their wellbeing’s. He doesn’t want jamie to play hurt, he doesn’t want roy to hurt, he didn’t want their team to suffer from starting roy….beard has always been team first. players first. maybe less evident than ted, but god. Does he love those players. He wouldnt be unnecessarily condescending or cruel to Jamie.

[magnifiico]

"i hope i didn't scare you." his tone is as flat & as listless as usual: but james is referring to that sudden gunshot he'd taken in order to save mags' life. less the action ⸻ although james supposes that most people aren't used to guns being fired ⸻ and more the loud noise. james doesn't stop to consider the fact that mags had been splattered in blood & how that might've been more terrifying.

@jaamesunderland || ohoooo herewego 👀

The growl thundering up his chest, riding along the roof of his mouth, is rather more frustrated than it is scared.

Magnifico (Magnifico? Can he even call himself that here, where the title doesn't matter? The fame is absent? Everything he built out of reach?) barely registers the concern in his apparent savior's words—but certainly not his tone—as he focuses on the curve of his own fingers. There are droplets of that telltale crimson, yes: a new splash of unwanted color on his outfit. But no matter how much it sickens him, his concern remains at full force elsewhere—

“Why isn't it working?” He flexes his hand into a fist, releases, strain quavering up the length of his arm. “What is—” Nothing. Nothing. Not a tingle or a burn of energy in his veins. No sign of the magic he'd spent years studying, laboring to perfect all for the sake of... He needs this for himself, this time. Himself.

Where—

“Y-you...” he mutters, relenting as a freely trembling hand drops to his side. As if Magnifico has only now noticed the stranger who'd so kindly ruined his outfit saved him from... something, his focus sharpens ever so slightly. He blinks, and his brow creases. “What is this place? Who are you?”