#goodnight… this took wayyy too long

[okiankeno]

her canine teeth in the side of my neck

[shardsofmarxx]

Lost | Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Criminal Minds Songfic based on/inspired by the song Lost by Dennis Van Aarssen. (This is a cover of the song "Lost" by Michael Bublé)

Summary: After a long case, Spencer decides to surprise you with a visit to your apartment. Once he arrives, he realizes that you've been struggling, and he does his best to comfort you.

Warnings: Talk of medication, and bipolar II. Reader is clearly going through a depressive episode.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: So sorry for the delay in getting a new fic out!! Between my busy college schedule, my mental health, and writers block, it took me wayyy too long to come up with a solid idea for a fic. I was randomly listening to this song one day and was suddenly hit with the inspiration for this, so I ran with it! I really hope you guys enjoy this one :)

Spencer rushed to his car, excited to see you after dealing with a long case in Florida for the past two weeks. He didn't tell you that the team finished the case because you two just hadn't talked much today. Now that he was thinking about it, he realized you two hadn't talked much at all these past two weeks, aside from casual good morning and goodnight messages. Regardless, he was sure you'd be happy to see him.

Spencer drove out of the parking garage, whistling some tunes and tapping his fingers as he winded down the road to your apartment. He got there relatively quickly, seeing as you only lived a 5 minute drive away from the BAU. He parked his car, got out, and eagerly headed up the stairs to your apartment.

Once he got to the door, he fished out the spare key you had given him when you two first started dating and unlocked the door, opening it very slowly so as not to startle you awake. He walked in, quietly taking his shoes off and placing his messenger bag by the door. He carefully walked through the hall and saw light coming from the living room, accompanied by the low sound of the TV. He stood in the doorway and found you asleep on the couch, watching Friends reruns. As he walked towards the couch, he noticed miscellaneous wrappers and bottles strewn around the floor. He furrowed his brows and diverted his path over to the kitchen, only to find the sink full of dishes and the trash slightly overflowing, along with takeout containers spread across the counter. He walked back into the living room and over to the couch, kneeling on the floor beside you. He looked over at you and moved some stray hair strands out of your face, being careful not to wake you. He saw your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were still a bit wet, which he deduced was from crying.

Spencer’s profiler brain quickly began putting everything together. He knew you had been struggling with bipolar II for a while, but things had been getting better. He made sure that you were seeing the best people in the field for your treatment. Your therapy sessions, along with the current medication you were on, seemed to be working fine, so he didn’t understand why this was happening. There was no way you would have hidden your symptoms that well from him; after all, he was a profiler. He sat there, racking his brain, trying to figure out what could’ve gone wrong.

Suddenly, it hit him.

Spencer quickly, but quietly, got up and walked to the bedroom. As he walked in, he turned on the lights and went straight to the nightstand on the right side of your bed. He quietly looked through the cabinets until he finally found your medication. He picked up the bottle and saw it was much fuller than it should be, confirming his suspicion.

You hadn’t been taking your medication since he left.

Spencer knew this feeling all too well from all the times his mother would refuse her medication. He felt a wave of guilt rush through him as he sighed and returned the bottle to the nightstand. He slowly trudged back to the couch and sat on the floor so that he was right by your face, completely enthralled by your beauty as you slept soundly.

As Spencer stared at you, his mind began to wander. He felt guilty for not realizing the implications of your distance from him over the past two weeks. Although he loved his job, he hated how busy it could get and how it could cause him to neglect the things he cared most about, like you. Most importantly, he felt guilty that he couldn't be there for you. He did his best to push all these thoughts out just as quickly as they came, telling himself that he should just focus on the present. He was here now, and he was going to do anything and everything he could for you. He sat by your side, gently caressing you until you finally awoke, stirring for a few moments until your eyes fluttered open.

“Spencer?” You croaked, your voice slightly raspy from sleep, “What are you doing here?”

“We landed a while ago, and I figured I’d come surprise you,” he replied softly, accompanied by a warm smile.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes for a few moments in an effort to wake yourself up. As you looked around, you realized the mess that was your apartment, and memories of how you'd been spending the past two weeks began to flood your brain. As this was happening, you came to the realization that Spencer has seen all this too, which means he’s definitely figured out that you’re off your meds. You immediately stand up, and Spencer does the same, a look of concern forming on his face as you lead him to the door.

"Well, Spence, this was a lovely surprise, but I have a busy day ahead of me. You really should get going,” I said, handing him his messenger bag. As you reached to open the door, he grabbed your wrist, his warm touch causing you to turn back around.

“Unfortunately for you, I can't be fooled that easily.” His voice trailed. “I'm not leaving you, darling.”

He grabbed the messenger bag from my hand and kneeled down to place it back by the door. He stood back up and placed his hands in yours, giving you a soft look with his warm, hazel eyes.

You couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. All you could do was stare at the floor and mumble. “Nothing's going on, Spencer, really.”

“I doubt you would go off of your medication for nothing,” he replied matter-of-factly, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Listen, I understand that dealing with this kind of stuff is hard, really hard, but you can't keep me in the dark forever. I'm your boyfriend, and I'm always going to be by your side, no matter how hard things get. We're a team, remember?” He paused for a moment and cupped my face, making sure you were looking him in the eyes for his next sentence. "You're not alone, honey. I promise.”

As his words echoed in the room, you felt tears form in your eyes. It had been so long since you had heard those words— so long since you had someone express such genuine care and concern. You were so used to the shame, disgust, and scolding from others in moments like these, yet he displayed none of that. It wasn't long before sobs began to creep out of your mouth, and you stuffed your face into Spencer’s chest. He just held you tightly in response, rubbing his open palm on my backside and whispering words of love and care in your ear as you wept.

Eventually, you lifted my face and met his eyes once more. He gave you a small smile as he gently wiped the tears off your cheek.

“I say we go over to the bedroom and talk; does that sound good?” He asked softly.

“I think that's a good idea,” you answered.

He held your hand tightly as he led you to the bedroom. When he entered, he lay down on the bed first, motioning with his hand to the empty space beside him. You laid down, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in and completely enveloping you in his warmth. You both laid there silently for a few minutes, basking in each other's company. You lost yourself in the sound of his gentle heartbeat for a bit before you remembered what you two were here to do. You took a small breath, lifted your head from his chest, and began to speak.

“I didn't like the way I felt when I was on my medication; nothing felt right once I started taking it. I felt like I was a robot or something.” you began. “One morning I woke up and had enough, so I stopped taking them, and I felt great; I felt alive... Well, at least I did for a bit. After a day or two, it felt like reality just came crashing down and-” You paused, feeling a sob creep up your throat once more. "Suddenly, any trace of happiness was gone, and I crashed. I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed, leave the house, or talk to anyone, especially you. I just felt empty.” You stopped for a couple more moments, glancing over at Spencer, before speaking again. “I was lost and didn’t know what to do, Spence, I’m so sorry…” You finished, your voice trailing.

Spencer never stopped comforting you as you spoke, raking his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to speak up once you had finished.

“Unfortunately, that happens a lot to people when they're on medication. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there for you, honey,” he said, holding you tightly. “We can make an appointment with your psychiatrist to discuss changing your medication as well as looking for other treatments that might benefit you.” Spencer began rambling about various treatments for bipolar II that he had recently read about. Once he got word of your diagnosis, he poured countless hours of research into learning everything there was to know about it. He wanted to make sure that you received the best treatment possible, and, most importantly, he wanted to make you feel as understood as he could. After all, he knew all too well what it was like to not be understood by anyone around you.

He began rambling about things he had found in his most recent research on bipolar II, and you felt your heart swell with joy. Even though all you could really do was nod your head every once in a while and let out a few “mhms'' and “hmms” to assure him that you were listening, mainly because you didn't understand what he was talking about half of the time, you appreciated this more than he would ever know. After all, it was his way of making you feel loved and understood. Eventually, Spencer ran out of things to say and stopped talking. He turned his head down to look at yours, moving some stray strands of hair out of your face before he spoke once more.

“Y’know, because this case took so long, we got a 3-day weekend from Hotch,” he said softly. “I could help you clean up the apartment and keep you company these next few days, if you’d like.”

You met his gaze and smiled warmly at him. “I would love that, darling.”

Spencer smiled back at you and jumped up from the bed. You were barely able to get a word out before he bent over and picked you up, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding you securely against his chest.

“Spence, what’s gotten into you?!” you said, trying to stifle a giggle.

“C’mon, let’s go get breakfast,” he said, wearing a wide grin on his face as he carried you out of the bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any ideas for fics you want me to write in the future, feel free to send them in my ask box!

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰crossteaming !꒱

genshin characters as your streamer bf/gf !

character x gn!reader

includes albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, and hu tao!

warnings : none.

a/n : these ended up being longer than i expected, so im splitting up the post a bit <3 hope you enjoy :D

ALBEDO - THE MINECRAFT YOUTUBER

albedo gives me wilbur soot vibes, minus the height.

if anyone in genshin were to join a minecraft smp just to reenact hamilton and be a jason dean kinnie, itd be albedo and im absolutely right about this.

teaches klee how to play too, his most popular stream was when they beat the ender dragon together :)

he also seems like the type to strictly use minecraft education edition, which is also totally valid because some of the recipes in there are literally so cool ???

pulls a dantdm and has his own minecraft lab and everything, doing all his silly little experiments!

“surcose, we need to sell drugs out of a van RIGHT NOW.”

when chat found out you and albedo were dating, there were two reactions.

one side was really happy for you both, the other was albedos parasocial fangirls who immediately put you on a hitlist.

seriously, if you had a dollar for everytime you were @ed in tweets about writing your name in a death note, youd have enough money to pay for every single persons therapy appointments.

youre always there to cheer him on when hes in mcc, his own little personal cheerleader :)

you show up at his office and just.. stand in front of the door, staring at him through the window. it sounds weird yes, but the shocked expression on his face is worth the wait for him to notice.

CHILDE - THE GRAND THEFT AUTO ONLINE ROLEPLAYER

“no chat i have not gone red. im just startled, thats all.”

childe is the type of fella to participate in the most wacky roleplays on gta online, and i am sticking by this headcannon.

hes done everything from a drug empire to owning his own country, nothing is off limits.

surprisingly hes a really good actor? when youre watching his streams you dont get the cringey second hand embarrassment, its just fun entertainment :D

it took his chat wayyy to long to realize how fine he is, although to be fair he did have mostly men watching him. (not like thats an excuse or anything.)

i feel hes definitely been nominated for a streamy before! whether or not you think he deserves to win is up to you though LMAO

“only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed-”

childe leaked your relationship by accident once by having a tab open of your instagram while he was streaming.

when chat confronted him, he kind of just… ended stream. (real smooth.)

fans went to your instagram afterwards and saw pictures of you two together and started posting them to twitter, and childe ended up on trending because of it.

you felt indifferent to the whole thing, but childe was panicking. he didnt want to let his viewers into that part of his life just yet, but he was, scientifically speaking, caught lacking.

you dont appear on streams much, and childe still avoids allegations about your relationship entirely. its not that he doesnt want to show you off, he does! he just doesnt like having less differentiation between his online persona and his private life.

“whos instagram are you stalking…? thats gonna be all from me chat goodnight!”

KAEYA - THE VALORANT STREAMER

kaeya doesnt play valorant because hes good at it, but because its fun to mess with the fanbase.

you know THOSE vtubers who are.. weirdly sexual? kaeya is like that but he does it in a satirical way. 

likes messing with the homophobes too, but everyone still debates on what his sexuality is (kind of like jschlatt.)

definitely is problematic on twitter on purpose just to get people to talk about him, hes a little bit of an attention whore but we love him anyways <3

has never apologized for anything hes said or done EVER, and doesnt plan on it either.

“what do you mean i got canceled on twitter AGAIN? its only been 3 days!”

chat didnt believe him when he said he was in a relationship. so be dragged your ass into his room to show them.

it didnt work though, they thought you were a paid actor for the next 2 months LMAO

it got to a point where kaeya was doing literally anything on stream to convince chat, and finally you had enough.

you told him to take a break from streaming, he was way too obsessed with trying to prove something that doest matter to anybody but the two of you.

something finally clicked in his head, and after that you dont appear on camera as much anymore. for the most part people believe that you two are together, but hell still get donations joking around that they dont think youre a couple, simply because its funny.

“thank you for 200 bits! ….i am retracting my thank you.”

XIAO - THE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS PLAYER

i dont have any reason for this connection, other than it feels right.

if xiao werent a league player i would suggest smite, he just seems like hed be more into team games like that rather than overwatch or valorant.

just because hes my favorite doesnt mean im letting him off easily, league players get no rights <3 and xiao is no exception.

unironically listens to k/da as well, knows all the choreography but will literally never admit to it.

everyone in his chat has channel points stacked up to tell him to hydrate, he tends to forget when he gets really into the match.

“stream more by k/da for clear skin. no i will NOT be giving you a demo, i dont want a dmca.”

youre xiaos number one bully, and chat is always there to back you up.

when i played lol i was an ahri main, so stick with me here, its about to get real self indulgent.

youre a cosplayer, and one of your favorite ways to mess with your boyfriend is to dress up as his favorite characters. (peak s/o behavior right there.)

chat teased him heavily for his reaction, you could hear my chemical romance being blasted from the bedroom that night.

something about the cosplayer x gamer trope is just sooo <3

“you have no respect for league of legends players.” (duh - an ex league player)

HU TAO - THE DEAD BY DAYLIGHT PLAYER

when hu tao first heard about dbd i imagine she thought it would be an easy way to gain new clients, now she sticks around because its fun to terrorize people as killer, and be an absolute menace as survivor.

i think shed be a nurse main, but one of those that are insanely good at playing nurse. she wins the game in no time because her teleports are perfect. 

i can only imagine how many people have rage quit because of her.

along with dead by daylight, i see her just overall being a horror game player. lots of five nights at freddys, resident evil, etc.

shes never gotten scared on camera before, chat has tried but shes always one step ahead.

“i lied, i dont actually like sex. put your clothes back on i need to explain to you the entirety of the five nights at freddys timeline.”

hu taos favorite pastime is scaring you, she stays on top of the newest horror content specifically because of that. (oh, and its also kind of her brand. but she puts you first <3)

shed sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if youre playing dead by daylight together. she always says if at least you survive its good enough of a victory for her too.

she also has gone on record to say yall are playing the security breach dlc the day it drops. run while you still have the chance.

youve tried to convince her to tweet at shayne and ryan about being on an episode of ghost files but everytime she just suggests to play phasmophobia instead. like cmon girl those are two different things.

even thought shes trying to scare you on purpose, you know shes always got your back if something happens.

“ha look at your face! …okay okay im sorry! come here, youre fine, ive got you.”

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[hjkith]

first kiss - txt

a/n: I got really carried away with these so they’re pretty long...enjoy!!

soobin

you’re both sitting on the couch watching one of your favorite shows

soobin’s head is in your lap and you’re running your hands through his newly dyed purple hair

you thought that the new color looked so adorable on him

he is smiling happily from your gentle fingers moving over his scalp

“I just don’t understand how they don’t know he’s the flash?” soobin said looking at the screen in bewilderment

“he disappeares at the time the flash shows up, how do they not realize?” he scoffed which made you giggle

he looks up at you his eyes sparkling and his lips slightly parted

“what?” he questions and you smile down at him

you lean down and his eyes widen as you get closer

you press a quick kiss to his lip and try to back away but he brings your face back down to kiss you longer

your cheeks flare up at how soft his lips are, the kiss is like you imagined but better

he finally pulls away with a smile showing off his adorable dimples

“this is why I love watching these shows with you.” you said now caressing his dumpling like cheeks

you gave his cheeks a squish which made him yelp but blush from your touch

“well i’m glad I have someone like you to watch them with.” he said smiling happily

yeonjun

you and yeonjun have been friends since before he was a trainee at big hit

you both were always really close and when he finally debuted you were really happy for him

now here you both were at his dorm, waiting for the other boys to come back from picking up food

yeonjun was sitting beside you eating some chips

“i’m so hungry, can they hurry up?” he groaned and rested his chin on one of his hands

he stared up at you with a pout

“what?” you questioned looking up from your phone

“i’m bored.” he replied and then grabbed you

you yelped as he began to tickle at your sides, your weak spot

“yeonjun!” you exclaimed which made him tickle harder

your legs began kicking everywhere from how much you were squirming

he finally stopped tickling and you landed on top of him laughing

he smiled at you until you finally looked down at him

he placed his hand on your cheek bringing your face closer

“can I kiss you?” he asked you so close that you could feel his breath on you

you nodded shyly and brought your lips onto his

his plump lips moved over your softly, he brought you even closer if that was even possible to deepen the kiss

his hands massaged your back softly as your lips still moved

you both pull away foreheads resting on each other and smiles on your faces

beomgyu

beomgyu had just gotten back from dance practice and to say he was upset was an understatement

he was fuming as he came through the door placing his gym bag on the floor with a loud thud

y/n flinched from the sound, you were sitting at the kitchen table typing away on your laptop

beomgyu groaned and went over to the fridge to grab a drink

“hello to you too.” you said as he poured juice into a glass

he sat down across from you and took a sip from the glass

“yeonjun is getting on my last nerves.” he huffed pushing his fingers through his unkempt hair

“what happened?” you asked knowing that when beomgyu gets mad, he gets mad

“he just thinks he knows everything and doesn’t care for others and their stuff.” he said sadly and you got up from your chair

you kneeled down beside him placing your hand on his cheek rubbing it softly

“he ate my chicken nuggets.” he grumbled looking down fiddling with his thumbs

you giggled as he was taking it so seriously

“y/n! this isn’t funny, I was waiting to eat those all day and when I came home they were gone and of course it was yeonjun. he’s always eating my food which he doesn’t seem to care like I just don’t—“ he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his

your lips moved perfectly together, his hand moving to your cheek

you nibbled a bit on his lips causing him to whine softly

you pulled away not wanting to get carried away

he looked at you eyes wide and you laughing at his expression

“that was unexpected.” he said smiling

you laughed, “now come on, i’ll buy you some more nuggets.”

taehyun

you and taehyun have been dating for almost 2 months

there have been many moments where the both of you almost kissed, mostly you making the move

at this point you never thought that it would happen

everytime you initiate it he would seem to back away or get nervous

you thought it was pretty understandable but after a while it became as though he didn’t want to kiss you

now here you are in the park on a date, taehyun had set up a picnic and prepared all of your favorite foods

the weather seemed to help this situation seeing as it was clear skies and a warm 75 degrees

you were taking a sip of your water when you caught him looking at you

“what?” you asked after placing your drink down

“you’re just so beautiful.” he said sighing which made you become flustered

you scooted closer to him, “your beautifuler.” you replied cheekily and he chuckled

“is that even a word?” he questioned staring into your eyes, “it is now.” you replied looking down at his lips

you slowly moved forward until you were close enough to kiss him but your lips came in contact with his cheek

you groaned, “taehyun!! why won’t you let me kiss you!” you exclaimed angrily and he looked taken back by the sudden outrage

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never kissed anyone, ok? I just don’t think i’ll do it right.” he sighed and you smiled.

“i’m sure you’re amazing at it.” you replied and intertwined his fingers with yours

you pressed your other hand on his cheek as if you were asking to kiss him, he nodded his head and you slowly leaned in

you were now a inch apart, taehyun closed the gap between you confidently

he froze as his lips came in contact with yours but they softened when yours moved slowly against his

he smiled into the kiss and pulled away shyly, his face was on fire and your smiling cheekily at him

“i told you.” you said and he covered his face in embarrassment

hueningkai

you are a close friend with txt and have always been

you always try to be at all their stages no matter where they are

you definitely would call yourself a moa

the rest of the boys know that kai has a crush on you, it seems that everyone in the world knows but YOU

you also have feelings for him and the boys almost pull their hair out watching you two interact

one day they decide to hatch a plan that should definitely work

the boys decide to make kai jealous by hanging out with you wayyy closer than normal

they had been doing this for 2 days and kai was fuming

you hadn’t even noticed the extra attention but kai did

“y/n, can I talk to a second?” kai said one day as beomgyu was clinging to your arm

the other boys overhead and hoped that this was the time kai would finally confess

you nodded and walked off with him into the kitchen

“what did you want to talk about?” you asked as kai stood nervously in front of you

“uh...I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve been really jealous of the other guys lately..” he said fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt

“I just thought I should um...just tell you how uh I feel about you.” he sighed and you began to understand

“I like you.” you both said at the same time and kai’s eyes widened

“what?” he questioned and you smiled moving closer

“I like you too, kai.” you replied and pulled him into a hug, your arms wrapping around his waist

you pulled away from the hug to look up into his eyes

“can I kiss you right now?” he asked softly and you nodded, he leaned down to place a quick kiss onto your lips which made you giggle

you buried your head back into his chest breathing in his vanilla scent

“FINALLY!!” you guys heard from the living room which made you both burst into laughter

a/n: why do I do this to myself?? i’m so soft now goodnight o(〒﹏〒)o

[farquaadphillywrites]

title: goodnight & i love you

Sharing a cup of coffee. Or, the one about the morning after a fight.

1.4k words

teen & up audiences

Contains: hurt/comfort, the q word (reclaimed), brief references to homophobia but nothing too vividly described

I let myself get wayyy to carried away with this prompt lmao. It’s like 90% hurt/comfort and introspection, 9% misused italics and 1% coffee. oops.

link to prompt post

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Phil was up before Dan.

This wasn’t particularly unusual, especially considering that Phil had fallen asleep long before Dan, but it was strange for Phil to be up this early. It was barely 8:00, and after the long night he had, his body felt stiff and unrested.

He was a bit surprised to see Dan curled up next to him, though he supposed he shouldn’t be. They hadn’t slept in separate beds after a fight in... a long time. After various tours where they were forced to sleep apart, they vowed never to take the simple luxury for granted. Ever.

And if he had actually wanted the time alone, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep under monochrome sheets.

Phil tried his best to be quiet when he got out of bed. It didn’t really matter since Dan was a heavy sleeper and was well used to snoozing through Phil’s clumsy movements around the flat, but Phil didn’t want Dan to see him like this, all groggy and heavy-limbed and snappy and short-tempered before he’d had his first cup of coffee.

It was too soon after their fight for that, and Dan deserved better.

So Phil slipped his glasses on and tip-toed his way across the room in a thin t-shirt and emoji pyjamas, willing his achy joints to be quiet for just a few more moments.

He gave one last glance toward his boyfriend wrapped in his NASA cat shirt and comfy sheets before opening the bedroom door and heading out toward the kitchen.

---

Dan awoke to an empty bed, which startled his drowsy brain.

His slight panic faded, though, when he smelt freshly brewed coffee. That meant Phil wasn’t still mad at him.

They went to sleep without saying goodnight or I love you, but that was mostly Dan’s fault. Phil was the first one to trod off to bed but Dan was the one who dismissively told him he should go get some rest and didn’t come join him in bed until he knew Phil would already be fast asleep.

Dan rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his arms above his head. It was chilly in the room without Phil’s arms wrapped around him. Part of Dan’s mind tried to convince him to crawl back under the warm covers and sleep off the stress from last night for just a few more minutes, but all Dan really wanted to do was find Phil.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He stretched a bit more - he had promised himself weeks ago that he would start trying to fix his posture - but didn’t bother to pull a pair of sweatpants over his bare legs before leaving the bedroom to seek out Phil.

When he got to the entrance to the kitchen, Dan lingered undetected in the hallway for a minute, watching the light from Phil’s phone reflect off his glasses as he scrolled through social media at the kitchen table.

He took a minute to collect his thoughts before stepping further into the light of the kitchen, making himself known. 

“Hey,” Phil said, pressing the power button on his phone and setting it on the table. His voice was scratchy and a bit muffled, the way it gets whenever Phil hasn’t blown his nose after he’s cried. The realization that Phil had cried after he left for bed last night made Dan’s heart twist in pain, but he didn’t let it show on his face. This wasn’t about him. He owed Phil an apology, first and foremost.

“Hey,” Dan said. He moved to sit across from Phil. “I’m sorry I was an asshole.”

“You weren’t,” Phil said softly.

“I was. You’re allowed to say it. I was being an asshole.”

“You weren’t an asshole, Dan. You were just scared. And taken off guard. It’s okay, it happens to everyone.”

Dan huffed out a breath. He was getting frustrated again, mostly at himself. “I should have known.”

“You couldn’t have,” Phil replied instantly. Dan was jealous of how he was able to keep his voice so steady and reassuring, even on mornings like this one.

Phil continued, “There’s no way you could have known, not when I was actively trying to pretend like everything was okay when it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have let it build up like that. We both did things wrong, Dan.”

When he was done speaking, Phil nudged his coffee cup toward Dan. Before Dan even picked it up, he knew it was going to be too sweet for his liking since Phil always loaded his coffee up with sugar, but he took a sip anyway because he knew what this really was. It was partly Phil’s way of telling Dan to stop talking about this, and partly a peace offering. Dan was more than ready to accept both of these things.

Even though the coffee was much too sugary, Dan still relished in the way it warmed him to his core. When he put the coffee back down on the table, Phil’s fingers brushed over his. Dan looked down at where Phil’s hand connected with his own on top of the warm mug, then glanced back up and locked eyes with Phil.

His blue eyes were filled with so much tension and worry, it made Dan’s heart pang again. As much as Dan needed reassurance from Phil, Dan realized that Phil also needed reassurance from him. So he gave Phil a small nod. A silent we’re okay.

Phil’s foot brushed against Dan’s calf under the table. Dan’s leg hair had pretty much grown back from when he’d shaved it in Nevada.

That had been an interesting new experience for Dan. Both the trip and the shaving part. He felt so invigorated to finally be out, to finally feel free enough to express that however he wanted, to be able to grab Phil by the front of his shirt and kiss him right in the middle of the desert because there were no prying eyes to stop him.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Dan and he was excited to fully embrace himself as the queer man he was and to fully submerge himself in the culture that came with that - whether that meant being in a pride parade or shaving his legs or following drag queens on twitter.

Phil wasn’t the same.

He was much more casual about his sexuality, and that showed in every aspect of the way he talked about it. He wasn’t as interested in diving head-first into queer culture the way Dan was, but he would willingly stay up late and listen to him blither on about it until the early hours of the morning.

Phil’s nonchalance about his own sexuality sometimes made Dan forget that Phil’s journey with his sexuality wasn’t easy. That he had his own ups and downs with it, his own scary moments and tear-filled nights. 

Phil had plenty of wounds. Sometimes they still stung.

While it was cathartic for Dan to celebrate the wonderful parts of queer culture that blossomed after years of oppression and hate, for Phil, the constant reminder of the ongoing battle LGBTQ+ people had to face could sometimes, well...

It wasn’t that Dan was trying to push Phil. He wouldn’t do that, not about this. He just oftentimes got himself so deep in a topic wanting to experience everything it had to offer that sometimes his judgement got a bit clouded.

He didn’t realize that it would be so intense for Phil. That it would reopen doors to memories Phil was glad to have closed.

That Dan would cross a line without even realizing it.

Seeing Phil get hurt and knowing that he played a part in it only made Dan get scared and defensive. And nothing good ever came from that.

Phil smiled fondly from where he sat across from Dan, a knowing look in his eye at the fact that he had caught Dan spiralling in thought again.

“I should tell you something,” Dan blurted out as if he was just now realizing it himself.

“Hmm?”

“Goodnight,” Dan said. “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Phil said slowly, going along with Dan’s antics as usual, but confusion evident in his voice.

“I didn’t say it to last night, so I’m saying it now.”

Phil let out a laugh at that, and Dan swore there had never a greater sound on Earth than that.

[yoongs-yoongi]

Let’s Pretend: Three

Yoongi X Reader

Contains: Slight Angst, Comedy, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Implied Parental Bullying, Bullying, Yoongi being the sweetest (uwu!!)

Word Count: 3,543

A/N: Kinda long.

| One | Two | Three |

Yoongi held his stomach laughing, he’s going at it so hard he fell from his spot on the bed and onto the floor. We’ve been lying on his bed peacefully with me telling him about everything. All was going fine up until he heard me saying the nickname my mother had given me.

“It’s not that fun-“ Yoongi howled louder, cutting me off. I pursued my lips, fighting a smile my damn self. I’m not laughing with him, I just have this thing where I smile or laugh at someone else laughing or smiling.

His laughter turned into coughing, “See you’re gonna make yourself sick, will you stop already?”

“Somebody should have stopped your mother from giving you that nickname. Button!” He started up again.

“It’s a very common nickname!”

“On what planet?”

I threw one of his pillows at him. It didn’t phase him, he was laughing harder if that were even possible. A tomato with hair was what he had become, his face was so red. I suffered through his choking laughter for another 20 minutes. Once he was done he crawled back on the bed, still giggling to himself. “Okay, I’m done.”

“You sure?” I asked, agitated.

He nodded, a sly grin proudly plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes, “Aw don’t be mad, button.” He pinched my cheeks.

“Goodnight.” I headed for his door. He was starting up again. “No, I’m sorry!” He jumped up and barricaded himself between me and the door. “I won’t start laughing again, I’ll be good.”

“I don’t believe you, move.”

“I’m serious, I won’t. You don’t look like your family nickname would be Button. I’m was taken back a little, that’s all.”

“Well, it is,” I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back on his bed. Yoongi turned off the lights and got back on the bed with me.

“Why’d you turn the lights off?” I asked.

“It’s nearly midnight, you might as well sleep in here with me.” He laid next to me. Damn, we’ve been talking for that long? I looked over at the clock to see he was right, 11:45 his clock read. I nodded and got under the covers with him. I played with the strings on his hoodie. It was quiet for a minute until Yoongi spoke.

“I want you to know you really hurt me by not telling me about this sooner, I mean your own mother Y/N.”

“My intentions were never to hurt you Yoongi. It was a part of my life I wanted to forget, and didn’t want anyone worrying about it.”

“How’d that work out for you?” He sat up looking at me.

“Not so good. I never brought her up and to make sure no one else did so I said she was dead, I didn’t see the harm to until now. I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” I pouted

“Not mad, just disappointed. I get it, after everything you told me tonight I could understand why you would choose to say she was dead, it was easier.”

“Wayyy easier.” I chuckled.

“Still a shitty thing for you to do.”

I pulled on the strings so his face would disappear behind the crumbled up hood. He still spoke, his mouth was the only thing I could see.

“What I don’t understand is how you nearly tackle me or one of the guys when we ever were having a personal issue and we show it, but when it comes to you-you don’t heed your own advice. Like you always say, we have the type of friendship where we can come to each other with anything no matter what,” He took his hood off, “or does that only apply when it’s your shoulder that’s being cried on?

He uncovered in time to see my nose twitching and I’m pretty sure he could hear my heavy breathing, stupid tears. Yoongi said no more. He gently tugged me into his warm embrace.

 I could smell the washing detergent in his clothes and the lotion he put on after his shower. It was comforting.

So comforting the urge to cry got stronger, my emotions got the best of me and before I knew it the dam broke. I was sobbing violently. Yoongi held me like new a born child, rocking me slightly.

He let me cry into his chest until I fell asleep. When he isn’t being a butthole he can be really sweet.

I woke up hours later, the sun was barely up. I didn’t need any light to let me know that Yoongi’s chest had been replaced with his face. I felt his breath tickling my nose when I woke up instead of the steady rhythm of his heart.

I took a moment to stare at his facial features, something I secretly did. I can’t help it, he resembles a sleeping princess waiting for his prince to awaken him with true loves first kiss. I gently touched one of his long eyelashes. He didn’t budge so I strummed my finger through the fine hairs, he moved when I did that.

I pulled away and waited for him to settle back down. “Note to self, go as Snow White for Halloween next years and make Yoongi be Snow White. I’ll be the Prince,” I mumbled to myself.

I got up quietly, trying not to wake him up. I crept to my room to change out of my clothes from yesterday. I settled for my Winnie The Pooh sweatshirt and some old sweats I had lying around my room. I went into the bathroom to wash my face of the dried tears and to brush my teeth. Hoesok, my co-worker would be coming by soon to pick up his phone he asked me to fix. He and his girlfriend were attempting to get a quickie in the alleyway at work one night and his phone fell from his pocket onto the pavement.

Why he doesn’t have a screen protector or phone case? Anyone’s guess is as good as mine. I made my way to the kitchen, I cut on the coffee maker and got to work.

Meanwhile...

“Are you sure everything is set up Tara, I don’t wanna get my hopes up again like last time.” Karen snared. Tara rolled her eyes, holding her phone in between her cheek and her shoulder.

She unscrewed the medicine cap off her one of pill bottles, “Trust me, everything will go as planned.”

Cordell walked in with a tray with a single glass of water sitting in the middle of it.

“Here you at madam-“ Tara snatched the water.

“Be here sooner. I hate when these things touch my tongue.” She winced, knocking half the glass of water back.

“Ugh, know go.” She shooed him away like one of the dogs.

Cordell backed out of the room. Tara closed her bedroom door, she knows how nosey Cordell can be.

Cordell shook his head, simple woman. He walked to the laundry room and pulled down the door to her laundry shoot. He could hear everything that Tara said, what kind of butler would he be if he didn’t spy?

There isn’t a single thing that goes on in the house that he doesn’t know about.

“Y/N is coming and when she does we’ll set our plan in motion.

“How do you know she’s coming?”

“Trust me, she’ll be here. Does Markus know?”

“Yes, he knows.”

“Perfect.” Tara purred.

“I’m still worried Tara. Y/N went bonkers last time her marrying Markus came up, what if-

“The only reason things went the way they did was because of your big mouth. If you allowed things to go my way we’d both have what we want, and more. Just keep your mouth shut this time and let me handle things.”

“I knew it.” Cordell mouthed to his self. He knew the witch was up to something. 

“ I have to warn Y/N.”

Cordell marched upstairs to his room to fetch your new contact information

“Where did I put that paper?” He rifled through be belongings.

********

“Get a screen protector and phone case, the next time this thing breaks and I find out it was broke during Mr. Nasty Time I’m charging you extra. “ He didn’t even get a chance to walk in before I shoved the bag with his newly fixed phone in it.

“I brought one last night. Mind putting it on for me? There’s a part on the side I don’t get how to undo.”

I grabbed the expensive looking case from his hand. “How do you know it comes a loose and it isn’t actually a piece to a custom made phone?”

“The guy at the store said it does.”

I gave him a look, “Really? You’re gonna believe a guy who charged you an arm and a leg for a phone case.”

“So you’re telling me he lied to me?” He panicked.

“Oh no it comes off,” I slid my finger under the hidden latch. “I just could have made you one for half the price you paid for this one, possibly even given you a deal.”

“Why didn’t you?” He exclaimed. “You ever heard of the phrase ‘ask and you shall receive?’ You didn’t ask so you didn’t receive.” I got up from my chair and went into the kitchen.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“Please.” He took a seat at the bar.

“It might be a little weak, I haven’t had any spare change to buy anymore,” I said over my shoulder to him.

“It’s fine. Thank you, and for fixing my phone too.”

“No prob, Bob.” I turned back around to face him, handing him his coffee. He took a sip, satisfied with the taste. “Hobi I may be going out of town this weekend.”

“Oh? Where you going?”

“To visit family.” Was all I said. Hobi is a good friend, but we’re not that close I would disclose personal information to him.

He simply nodded, “I’ll let Ellie know. She’s been wanting some days.” Ellie is Hobi��s cousin. She isn’t technically a worker seeing as we only call her in when one of wants a day off. “How long will you be gone?”

“Only for the weekend, I’ll be back Monday.”

“Okay. Are you going by yourself?”

“Nope, she’s not,” Yoongi yawned coming out the room with messy bed head. “Hey Hobi.” Yoongi waved. “Hey man.”

He tugged on my ear passing behind me to get some coffee. I shooed him off.

“Up before noon? On a day off? It’s snowing in hell.”

Yoongi made a face at me, “Hardy har har, for your information I don’t have the day off smartness. Not the full day at least, I’m going in for a couple of hours then I’m coming home to begin packing.” He sipped his coffee.

“You still working in the freezing cold at that warehouse?”

“Yup, almost every day now.”

Hobi winced. “I hate the cold.”

“Same, but it helps pay the bills.”

“Excuse me.” I held up my hand. We were just gonna skip over what Yoongi said? “Sorry to interrupt, but when did we establish you were going with me?”

“I established it last night when you were sleeping.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, serious mode activated.

Hobi finished up his coffee and grabbed his bag, “I can clearly see this is a private matter so I’ll let myself out. Call me and let me know if you need me to do anything for you while your out of town okay? Thanks again. See you Yoongi, nice hair btw.”

Yoongi flipped him off.

“Don’t be rude.” 

“He was being sarcastic. You know I hate that.” He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, “Back to the matter at hand. How do you expect to go? We have no money set aside for things like this and if we did it’s long gone.”

“Or is it?”

Yoongi was making eye contact with me with a sneaky glint in his eyes.

“What are you up to?”

“I have the money,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“How? Where’d you get it?” I was baffled.

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck yeah, to me. So start flapping those pouty lips of yours.”

“I’m asking to get paid early and my boss said if I came in for another employee who is sick and do their shift, plus mine he’d see in to.”

I shook my head, “That’s still isn’t enough for a plane ticket. Where are you getting the rest?”

He took another sip of his coffee,”...I’m using my stash money as well. Phones ringing! I’ll get it.” I held my leg up to block his way.

“Let the answering machine get.”

”Now who’s being rude. You should never keep a person waiting, it could be important.”

“Psh! If it were then whoever is calling would call us on our cell phones, not the house phone we got for when bill collectors harass us. It can wait!”

Yoongi and I were going back and forth, although it sounded like a bunch of jumbled words. We couldn’t let the other get a thing out.

The answering machine took over, “Hi we're unable to take your call at the moment, you know what to do.” My voice sounded.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you there? Oh Y/N please pick up. I have urgent news.”

I stopped speaking at the sound of Cordell’s voice. “Cordell?” I said softly.

Yoongi was still talking. “I le-

“Shut up!” I moved him out of my way to get to the phone. “Y/N, please answer.”

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asked, coming to stand beside me.

“Cordell.

“Your butler?”

I side eyed him, “Not my butler. My friend. My first best friend, actually.”

Yoongi looked from me and the phone, “Answer it already.”

“I can’t!” I groaned.

“What-why not?”

“What if he’s mad at me. I’d be mad at me!” I fumbled with my fingers.

“Mad at you for what?”

“For leaving. I didn’t even say goodbye to him properly.” I rubbed my arm.

Yoongi gave me a sympathetic look. He reached down and grabbed the phone. “He won’t be. Not if he’s your real friend.”

I gulped as he took the phone off the receiver and brought it to my ear. “Go on.” He egged on.

“H-Hello?” I cleared my throat. “Hello?”

“Y/N? Is that you?”

My chuckle caused tears to fall down. Tears I didn’t even know were in my eyes until they fell.

“Yeah, it’s me, hi Cordell.”

Cordell exhaled heavily, “Hello my darling. My how mature your voice has gotten. You no longer sound like my little Y/N.” Cordell said.

I smiled, “Yeah well you still sound old.”

This time he laughed,” I sure hope so. I no longer have a single patch of grey hair. My entire head is gray now.”

I sat down on the couch, Yoongi followed suit and sat down with me. He watched as I chatted away with Cordell. A small smile on his lips.

“Don’t blame your grey follicles on old age. We both know why your head is so grey. You were left to fend off the dragon lady by yourself.

“Now Y/N-

“No Cordell. I felt bad about you leaving like that, still, do. I just had to get out of there.”

“Darling, I don’t resent you for anything you did. I’m proud of you.”

“You are?”

“Yes, without a doubt.“

I sighed heavily feeling a 300-pound weight lift off my shoulder. Yoongi grabbed a tissue and wiped my face. My face was dry, Yoongi continued to wipe, giving my nose extra attention.

“Stop it.” I pushed home away, his shoulders bounced as they did whenever he laughed.

“Stop what, darling?”

“Oh, not you Cordell. I’m talking to Yoongi,” I pressed the speaker on the answering machine. “Say hi, Yoongi.”

“Hi, Yoongi.” He spoke, flatly.

Cordell laughed.

I slapped his chest, “You dingus.”

“You said to say hi Yoongi.” He shrugged.

“I’m not even going there with you.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Yoongi, how long have you two been together? It sounds like I’m listening to an old married couple.”

My eyes widened, “Oh no Cordell we’re not together. Yoongi’s my best friend.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” He tsked

Yoongi smiled, “I like him.”

“Cordell seriously, we’re best friends.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He chuckled, “This feels like a dream, I can’t believe I’m talking to you again. Honestly, I thought you would be so mad at me you wouldn’t answer.”

Yoongi’s face had a stupid smug smile plastered on it. With narrowed eyes, I told him to, shut up.

“Cordell I was never mad you. I thought you would have been mad at me

“Never.” There was a faint chiming sound in the back. It was her third husband’s family old grandfather clock. She won it during their divorce, along with half of his net worth. I know those annoying chimes anywhere.

“Fiddle. Feeding time for the dogs. Y/N I have to go, but before I do I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I scooted back in the couch.

“I overheard your mother speaking with Karen about that arrangement between you and Karen’s son.”

A wave of heat generated in my chest and shot up to my ears. After all these years she’s still trying, oh my god. “Cordell please be serious with me.”

“I am. She says once you land her plan will go into motion. I wouldn’t stir you wrong, I heard what I heard.”

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had seen the tears you so secretly wiped away, while coughing into your arm. That was all he needed to see, he was really going now. No way you’re getting him out to stay home.

“Wow....”I sighed heavily.

“Does this mean you're not coming now? I’d understand if you didn’t.” He did a terrible job of hiding his hurt. I didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. I would love nothing more than to see my old friend.

“Oh, she’s coming,” Yoongi spoke into the phone. I snatched my head towards him. “

And I’ll be joining her.”

“What are you doing!” I whispered lowly.

“Helping you.” He whispered back.

“Marvelous! Shall I make arrangements for another plane ticket to be sent for you Yoongi?”

“No!” Yoongi and I said together. I’m glad there one thing he and I can agree on.

“Cordell we’ll be talking to you soon. We have much to discuss before for we get there.” Yoongi squeezed my shoulder like Cordell could see it.

“I have no idea what that means but it sounds promising. I’ll talk to you soon, great to hear your voice again Y/N.”

“Same to you old man.” I smiled. Cordell hung up the phone. I wiped the smile clean off and replaced with a glare.

“Why are you causing trouble?”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. You're about to jump into pool-scratch that a fucking shark tank with everything in your pockets.

Yoongi is saving up to by music equipment for the Genius Lab. He uses some software he downloaded from his computer to make music now.

I can only imagine how his gift will improve with the proper equipment. Any money he had left over from adulting goes to his stash, even his loose change. I can’t let him spend that money.

“Yoongi no.”

“You can’t tell me what to do with my money.”

I balled my hands up into a fist, a nice spot to punch on his chest was staring me in the face.

“Listen for once, I beg of you.”

“No, you listen. So what if I’m about to jump into a shark tank, as you put it, with everything in my pockets, I’m doing it for you.”

I smiled, chuckling a bit, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I knew I was the reason for you not getting your music equipment.

“Exactly, equipment. Things. Materials. It all means nothing. All I am asking is to let me go with you to be your support, to help you make it through the weekend. Let’s pretend.”

“Pretend to do what?”

He shrugged, “To be together. We sounded like a couple to Cordell, I’m sure we can convince your mother. That way she’d see you're taken and it would force her to back off.”

“Back off, give up, quit, or lose isn’t in my mother’s vocabulary. She sees a challenge? She’s going to use every ounce of her power to make sure she wins. She won’t bat an eye if she steps on a few toes along the way, your toes to be exact.”

“Y/N look who you're talking to. I’ve had my toes stepped on more than enough times to know when to move my feet out of the way. I’m coming and that’s final. So you can continue to stand there and worry for nothing. I’m gonna get ready for work. The sooner I get to work the sooner I can come home. I have a lot of packing to do, babe.” He gave me a big wet slobbery kiss on the cheek and blew on it.

“Ew!” I pushed him off.

[odilestory]

Two Years - Part Two

Just like I promised :)

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Apparently, Jon hadn’t been sleeping. He was awake, waiting for me to come home. And he heard me talking to Dad. “You’ve been dating Tim for two years?!” He had that weird but cute face a kid gets when they’re really surprised. “Ugh!” I threw my head back. This was exactly why I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t like how everyone made such a big deal out of everything. Mom was just laughing. But not laughing like it was funny (well maybe that too), but she was laughing like she couldn’t believe it. Her little girl had been keeping a secret from her for two years.  Jon was now mumbling nonsense to himself. Dad had that thinking look. He spoke up, finally. “Does Bruce know?” He had his hand resting on his chin, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s how he looked when he interviewed people for the paper. Mom did the same thing too. They look serious. “…no.” I said quietly, as if he wouldn’t hear. HIs reaction was not what I expected. “Oh my God! You’ve managed to keep a secret from Bruce for two years!” He turned his gaze to Mom “Honey, that’s incredible!” “Clark,” She sighed “I don’t think that’s what’s important here-” “Oh come on, it’s Tim! We’ve known him since Bruce took him in, and I’ve seen him fight. He’s not bad. We can trust him. He’s a good kid. Besides, if he does do anything, (Y/N) can handle it.” Now everyone was looking at Mom. Dad made a convincing argument. She stood silently, thinking it over, making that “hmm” sound all the while. “Alright.” I was relieved. I didn’t even know I was worried in the first place! “But from now on just be honest about whether or not you’re going out. Did you even see Barbara earlier?” “Yeah, we met for dinner. I went to the manor after.” Now it was a casual conversation. I felt a lot better about it. “Has he ever come over here?” Dad asked. “Um, no. Mostly because Jon is here. But also ‘cause I think he’s scared of you.” I looked at him. He looked pleased with the fact my boyfriend was scared of him. Now it was Jon’s turn to ask. “Wait, Tim has, like, seventy siblings, how did me being here play a part in that?” “His house is wayyy bigger. It’s easier to keep away from them. And they’re in the cave most of the time. Damian is the only one we have to worry about, really.” “Has he ever caught you guys?” Mom asked. “Yeah, he did tonight. He just laughed and walked away! He’s definitely gonna tell Bruce though. He’s coming back,” I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 12:07. “Today.” “Does anyone else know?” “Babs, Alfred, obviously, and probably Dick. But none of them have told. I just don’t want my picture in the paper under some cheesy headline about dating Tim.” “Well, hate to break it to you, but that’s inevitable, and if it were me, I’d just go and get it over with now. Plus, you never know, you might like getting interviewed.” Mom sat on the couch too and put her ams around me shoulder. I laughed and Jon dropped onto my lap, giving me a tired hug. I could feel him falling asleep on me. “I don’t think I’ll like it.” “Well, since Jon’s falling asleep, I think it’s time we all do too.”  Dad stood up and put his arm around Mom and they headed up stairs. I picked up Jon and carried him to his room.  “Goodnight!” I yelled to them, loud enough so they heard, but quiet enough to not wake Jon. “Night!” They yelled from their bedroom. I went to bed a little less worried than I was before.

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The next morning went as usual: wake up early for chores, and then eat and go on with the day. Powers made chores a lot easier. We could lift heavy stuff easily, and flying made feeding a lot easier too, albeit it may freak out some of the animals. After chores, Jon and I get breakfast. Usually I just make toast for both of us, but Mom made pancakes this morning, so we had those instead. Jon was telling me about his week at school when my phone rang. It was Tim. “Sorry Jon, gimme a minute-“ I picked it up “Hey, what’s up?” “Sorry if this is too short notice, but, wanna go somewhere today? Hello?” I honestly didn’t know what to say I looked at Jon, then my food, then around the room. He wanted to go out in public? So suddenly? I thought of what Mom said. About getting it over with. Maybe this was a good idea. “Yeah I’m here, uh, yeah. Sounds good, where do you wanna go?” Jon gave me a questioning look. I waved my hand for him to stop. “I don’t know, maybe just for lunch somewhere and then come back to my house. Not a whole day out or anything.” “Is Bruce home?” He stuttered on the next sentence. “Actually, heh, the whole family is home. And staring me down right now. So, is that a yes?” “Yeah! Just let me tell my parents. Hold on one sec-“ I put my phone down and ran outside where Dad was. “Hey, can I go to Gotham for the day?” “Um, sure. Tim?” I did that nervous giggle “Yeah. We’re going out. Like outside. In public.” He didn’t understand my emphasis at first, but soon he got it. He smiled. “‘Bout time. I’ll tell your mother. Have fun.” He gave me a hug and I ran back inside, picking the phone back up. “You there?” “Yep. What did Superdad say?” “I’ll be there, what time?” “Meet in the square at 12?” “Sounds good!” “Alright, see you then.” “See ya, bye.” “Bye.” I hung up, and put the phone down. Jon looked at me. “Date?” “Yup.” “Can I come?” “No! Jon, that’s not how a date works!” “Sorry! I don’t wanna be stuck at home all day, it’s boring!” I stood up and ruffled his hair, “Not this time, but maybe I’ll take you to Gotham tomorrow, ok?” “Mmm, ok…” He mumbled. I did feel bad, but I didn’t wanna bring my brother on a date.

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After changing back into civilian clothes, I walked around the square looking for Tim. It was Saturday, so It was quite busy, making it harder to find Tim. I tried to focus and listen for his voice or his heartbeat or something, but it was hard with all the people. Eventually, I found him, hands shoved in pockets, shifting weight back and forth from his heels to his toes. He was wearing sun glasses, a light blue shirt, dark cuffed pants, and dark unbuttoned sports jacket. He looked nice. I wore a black jumpsuit (spaghetti strap on top with a “v” shaped neckline, and loose pants attached), some jewelry (including a necklace and a ring he had gotten me) and a beige cardigan, also unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up a little. I also wore my glasses. Like my father, I wore glasses in public. They were almost identical as his: basic sort of rectangular-square shape with black rims. I walked up beside him and tapped his shoulder, he turned quickly, startled. “Oh, hey!” “Hiya! How’re you?” “Good,” He put his arm around me and began walking towards, I assumed, the restaurant we would eat at “Bruce got back early this morning, and Damian told him as soon as he walked in the door. He said he had suspicion we were together, but said he would never have expected me to ask you out. He said he figured it was just two teens crushing on each other, oblivious.” I laughed, and he took off his glasses, folding them to hang on the collar of his shirt. “Yeah, when I came home, my dad asked me why I smelled like cologne. I kinda gave up before I even tried, figured it would be easier. He kinda freaked when I told him how long we’ve been dating, but he’s ok with it. The whole family is.” I smiled up at him. “That makes two of us then.” He looked down and smiled back at me. We were waiting to cross the street, waiting for the light to turn, when I heard the first camera flash. I listened in that direction, and heard people talking. “That’s one of the Wayne kids!” “Who’s he with? Are they together?” “Who’s the mystery girl?” The light turned and we got lost in the middle of the crowd of people crossing as well. “T, people are taking pictures. And talking.” “Seriously? I thought they’d at least wait ‘till we sat down and got food…” He started looking around him. “There! Got one! ‘Think they’ll follow us to the cafe?” Tim’s guilty pleasure was being stupid in front of paparazzi for fun. I’d seen pictures of him before. It was usually just stuff like winking at the camera or making a weird face, but he had something else planned today. “I don’t know, probably. Why, what’re you gonna do?” “Just wait.” The cafe was right on the corner. It was a nice, casual place, but Tim said they had really good food and even better coffee.  We got a table for two outside near the sidewalk. Service was quick to come. “Hi! What can I get you two to start?” The waitress came over with a pad of paper and pen. “Raspberry Italian soda,” “…Alright, and you, sir?” “I’ll have a coffee, and could you bring me a piece of paper, letter sized, and a pen?” “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be right back with your drinks.” “Thanks.” We both said to her. Tim leaned closer to me over the table, and I heard more shutters go off. “Where are they?” He asked. “Across the street and at the corner. Seriously what are you planning?” “Just wait!” He smiled and the waitress came back with our drinks, along with a sharpie and a large piece of card stock paper, probably larger than letter size. “Here you are,” She set the drinks down and handed Tim the paper and pen. “Are you ready to order?” “A few more minutes, thanks.” Tim spoke up and waited until she walked away, then he started scribbling on the paper. “What are you doing?” I laughed at how ridiculous he looked. He bolded the letters and then held up the paper and showed it to me. “T! You cannot do that!” I started laughing and put my head in my hands. It said, in bold and capitals: “THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND SHE IS THE BEST GIRLFRIEND AND I LOVE HER!!!” “Watch me,” he said and held up the paper over his head, smiling like an idiot and pointing to me. The shutters went *off* right then. People in the restaurant noticed too, and started to recognize us. Well, mostly Tim. I couldn’t stop laughing, but I tried taking a few sips of my drink to help stop it. During my break, Tim spoke up. “Hey, kiss me.” “In front of them? No!” “Come on! Please!” He leaned in still holding the sign. “Fine.” I kissed him quick, maybe one second or two, but if even possible, more shutters went off than before. Reading the paper was gonna be fun tomorrow.

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“WAYNE WARD DATING JOURNALISTS’ DAUGHTER!” I threw the paper down on the kitchen table Sunday morning. “Just like I thought.”

[thedappleddragon]

my sister woke me up to ask about something, but I was still between awake and asleep so I don't remember what it was. I made a lot of good progress crocheting a bear with a trans flag sweater for my friend, but I had to take a break when my dad took my sister and I driving. we went to the mall where I did a bad parking job, my sister bought some shoes, I spent wayyy too long in Michael’s debating on what yarn to buy for my sweater, (I ended up buying 3 small yarn cakes with a brown/blue/cream color pallet that matches a big brown skein I already had), and my sister bought a couple things from 5 below. I ate too many fizzy cola bottles in the back seat and felt a little sick. we got home and my dad started cooking, so I ate and got back to crocheting and gave my sister some art supplies to work on a project for school. normally students would have to decorate an egg and carry it around the school for a week, but she just has to let it sit on her shelf and submit a video of it every day. I took a shower and she asked if she could borrow my stuff again because her egg already fuckin cracked and got egg goop on her stuff so we both got angry. I tried crocheting again but my wrist hurt and I had to stop. so instead ive been in bed watching tiktoks having a mild headache and feeling a little guilty about buying too much yarn and making my dad pay for it and taking uppitiest to much time being so indecisive about yarn choices because I didn't know we were going to Michael’s today and didnt bring yarn samples of what I already had. I'm happy with the colors I picked out in the end tho. I want to try and use a fancy nice looking stitch instead of just single crocheting the whole thing. this is kinda what the final thing will look like? maybe?

I'm unsure of the moon motif, I might not do anything on the back and make either a plain pocket or find a cool granny square pattern on youtube. the darkest brown might also be replaced with one of the other browns. but what kinda blew me away was that there were these fuckin HUUUGE skeins of yarn for like $10 at Michael’s. I debated on getting just one yellow one and making a plain yellow cardigan, or maybe getting 3  different colors for a pastel striped one, but I got the 3 cakes instead. oohhhhh you know what could be fun? if I got those 3 huge skeins and followed along that 365 granny square youtube playlist and made a few pastel granny square cardiagins out of the hundreds of squares I would have by the end of it. and sell the cardigans at the end to turn a profit. tbh I might end up doing that if I dont get fuckin sick and tired of crocheting.i just check my friend’s discord server and someone with a fucking c o n f e d e r a t e f l a g icon joined. I texted my friend’s permission to ban them but I guess shes asleep so it will have to wait until morning

btw if u have suggestions for crochet appliqués I could put on this cardigan put it in the notes or an anon ask idk goodnight 

[kendallcoconutss]

June 10,2017

I wanna start a new journal.I feel like writing down my inner thoughts and feels here will prevent me from bottling them up and cause me to go insane.

What should I talk about? Hmmmm….I wanna start with the first thing that always comes to mind whenever I wake up.Its more than a thing actually,it’s a person.A person I care about more than I will care about myself.Her name is Caitlin Lu.Caitlin Lu is probably the only person in the world where I can truely TRUELY be myself.I don’t have to talk to her with any filters and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not infront of her.She honestly accepts me for who I am and it’s just…it’s the world to me.

Q: How did you meet Caitlin Lu? A: I met her at a Christmas Eve Party hosted by Jason.Jason is my old co-worker from Mercedes Benz.Caitlin is Jason’s younger sister lmao But uhhh,Yeahh met her at the Christmas Eve Party December 24,2016.

Q: What is Caitlin to you? A: She’s the universe to me,the air in my lungs,the fields where I run,the sky where I’m floating. (Strangers - Seven Lions) But foreal,she’s the apple to my pie,the smoke to my high,the dub to my step.She’s honestly the best friend I’ll ever find in this world.

She’s someone I’ll never take for granted.She’s someone I’ll vow to protect and drop everything for.She’s someone I’ll risk my life for.She’s someone I wanna see happy,no matter what.She worth it.

Q: Would you ever ask her to be your girlfriend? A: No.The thing is,I’m not sure if she can see me as her boyfriend.And it sucks because I know I’m assuming things but,it’s honestly just how I feel.I feel like she doesn’t wanna risk what we have now.What we have now is amazing!We BOTH make the effort to see each other once a week,we Snapchat or txt each other every day and we say goodnight to each other every night.I love it!Mmm I guess what I’m getting at is;I know I shouldn’t force a label on us.The label being,boyfriend and girlfriend.Because I feel like relationships only work if you’re dating your best friend.And by best friend,I mean your BEST AND CLOSEST FRIEND.Your best friend is someone that knows you inside and out.Your best friend is someone who knows what you’re feeling and knows what’s the best way to make you feel better.Your best friend is someone who would risk their life for you.Your best friend is willing to sacrifice a lot for you.That being said,I still have a lot to learn about her.A LOT.I’m still accepting a few of her quirks.One being she doesn’t reply quickly to my messages,whether it’s a Snapchat or txt message.I do get it;she can be busy with volunteering or working at her job.But,still;it’d be nice to have a quick reply here or there because I just miss her and I wanna get a hold of her…because I love her and crave her attention 🙈.

Q: If she asked you to be her boyfriend,would you say, “Yes”? A: Yes in a heart beat.

Q: If she ever found someone other than you and dated them instead,how would you feel? A: Mad.Sad.Depressed.Suicidal. That got dark lmao Mmm,but it’s true I would feel all these things honest to God.But,again she’s the best friend I’ll ever find in this world.Give me time and I’ll accept it.Just give me time.

Q: What’s the biggest fight you had with Caitlin? A: The first fight/argument we had was the fight/argument that almost broke our friendship lmao It all started with me developing my feelings for Caitlin.At first I only liked her.I liked her so much I asked her to be my valentine.But anyways fast forward to April 1st;Bass Academy.Bass Academy is without a doubt,NUMBER 1 best rave in my life.Bass Academy is where I knew I found my bass buddy,my head-bang gang,my rave bae!We danced our fucking asses off at Bass Academy and it was pure ecstasy.Fast forwarding a little bit more to after Bass Academy to Jason’s house in Kent.Everyone of course is worn out from raving and we’re all just chillin’.I’m lying on the couch by myself and Caitlin is lying on the opposite couch cuddled in her blue blanket.I look at her and she looks and me and gave her the signal to come over to cuddle in her blanket.She comes over with no hesitation and leaps over.And we cuddled.And nothing felt more right than that moment.And right there is when I developed my feelings from,“I like you” to “I love you”… So let’s fast forward to where the argument starts.Its a Wednesday,April 12th.BTW,typing this makes me super angry because my mind is taking a trip back to that time;but anyways,it’s April 12th and Caitlin hits me up with a “hey,let’s go clubbing on Friday!I also,want you meet someone!” (…) (…) (…) “…I also,want you to meet someone!” That right there was the start.I felt betrayed because IN MY HEAD (this is my head,my assumptions,my feelings) whatever we had before Bass Academy and After Bass Academy that meant nothing to her.I was just some guy to her (Again this is my head,my assumptions,my feelings).So Thursday rolls around and I'm working.Adrian,Julie and Steez stops by for dinner at Genki Sushi.I say hey,what's up,hello,blah blah blah,yada yada yada.I tell them about Caitlin and she wants me to meet "someone".I thought it would be funny if we placed a bet if it was a guy or a girl.I voted guy,Julie voted it's a girl and Adrian and Steez followed up with a girl too.Bets were placed.I asked if they can come w/me to Trinity to see if it was a boy or girl she wanted me to meet.Julie and Adrian had other plans,but Steez was down.Friday rolls around and we're at Trinity.Moment of truth.It was a guy.A guy she met off Tinder..................asdghjklajshjajshsjsksjhdjskdjhshdhshajdjdkdjjdjdkdlallsndk!!!!!!!$&@#%%** Anyways,tbh I prepared myself for this since Wednesday.I sorta accepted it and it didn't bother me "too" much.However through-out the night,Steez and Tim start badgering me about it.From the both of them they kept throwing oil into this basin where the fire of anger I had deep inside.From the both of them they say,"Dang,isn't that messed up that this girl you like is dancing with another guy?" "Does it make you mad?" "Are you okay?" "Dude,forget about her;you're a wayyy better guy" And on and on and on they kept badgering me...... It wasn't until I took a second to look infront of me that I see them kissing and making-out.I bottled it up and kept it inside until I got home.When I got home I got mad,sad,depressed and suicidal. And of course it affected the way I treated her from then on.There was a particular party where I drank a shit ton and was very drunk.SHE snapchats me "hey,get home safe.Txt me when you get home." And I get home and reply "made it home safely.Not like you care or anything.." So from then on m,I was just super rude to her and treated her like she wasn't important to me. So Tuesday, May 2nd rolls around.Caitlin snapchats me "hey,about May 6th;you don't have to go to my graduation.There's really nothing in Pullman.Its a long drive.If you have other plans,you should do that instead." This made me so mad,so mad I was in tears because I know,i fucking know she's trying to talk me out of going to Pullman to see her graduate.I know she's talking me out of it because of the way I FUCKING TREATED HER AFTER TRINITY.I know she's talking me out of it because she knows I didn't wanna have anything to do with her.So at this point I spilled all the tea I had.Tea as in my feelings and what I was bottling up.I told her about Trinity,I told her I was pissed off because someone you met on Tinder can get closer and more intimate to you than me and I told her I loved her. (...) She...cried.She broke down and cried.She apologized to me countless times and sobbed and cried.She says she didn't know I felt that way and that she would NEVER,EVER try to hurt me on purpose.She wanted to fix it.She really REALLY wanted to fix it.She asked me if she can apologize in person.I accepted her request because I wanted to apologize just as much as she wanted to. I wanted to apologize because I made her legit cry the night I replied to her snap saying "hey made it home safe,not like you care or anything.." She cried because she does legit care about me.She does care about the friendship we have.She does care about us.And I flat out said "...it's not like you care or anything.." So I wanted to apologize to her about that. We go to a Café in Bellevue Square and we talk about it.She apologizes.And I apologize.And we made promises.And to this day,I'm keeping that promise.And I do go to her graduation.And I did tear up seeing her walk and accepting her diploma. And ever since May 6th,our friendship has grown stronger and stronger 😭. To this day,I owe her a lot.Because I know,I fucking know she didn't need to apologize to me.She didn't have to save our friendship that I almost tore apart.She didn't have to apologize for my feelings getting hurt.She was single. But... She did anyways.She saved our friendship.She picked up the pieces of the bridge I tried to tear apart and she patched them.And I'm grateful she did because...if she didn't;I would have let go one of the most important person in my life.