#saddest thing is none of them got to say goodbye

[pain-is-too-tired]

Something about my top ships being Sunforge, Valgrace and Charissena, cause it really make it seemed like Hephaestus kids are cursed with it comes to love.

Charles dieing

Jake loosing Michael

Leo dieing, coming back and still loosing Jason.

It's like as much as they love, they can't hold onto it. Maybe Cabin 9 is cursed, but not from the one in tlh. Maybe they're cursed love wise. Maybe only specifically romantic love, maybe love all together. We don't know much about Jake ,Nyssa and Charles' family. But we know what happened with Leo's, and Harley is like 8 years old and year rounder so we can assume he doesn't have much to go home to.

Just. Man. Something so tragic about it.

That being said, Jake comforting Leo over Jason has my heart.

[rozcdust]

Blame it on me

Pairing: None

Genre: Angst with cracky elements

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, neglectful parents, a child being kicked out, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, vomiting

pt. 1 | next | playlist | original story

Taiju impatiently waited at the door, ringing the bell once, twice, three times before a click of a lock was finally heard, the doors creaking as cautious hands pushed them open.

Your mother peaked from behind, letting out a small sigh as her weary eyes settled on Taiju, pushing the doors open fully.

“Ah, Taiju, my boy. What have I done to deserve such a pleasant visit?”

Taiju’s face stayed blank as he peeked inside the dimly lit house, hoping to catch a glance of you, but to no avail.

The only things waiting to meet his gaze inside the house were cobwebs and ghosts.

“Hello, Mrs l/n.” Taiju nodded curtly, his hands inside the jacket uncurling and curling into fists, “Y/n was supposed to meet with me yesterday, but she has not, and she’s not picking up. Is everything okay? Is she sick?”

Your mother narrowed her eyes, a heavy, hollow sigh escaping her lips as she leaned on the doorway, fishing out a box of smokes to light one up.

“She’s not here.”

Taiju raised an eyebrow.

It’s not like you had many places to go, and it’s not like you had many friends left.

“Do you know where she is?”

Your mother shrugged.

“No idea. With that useless boyfriend of hers? Picking a fight? God only knows.”

Taiju had to keep his confusion at bay.

You didn’t even tell him you had a boyfriend.

“Did something happen to her?” He managed to get out, exhaling through his nose in an effort to calm down.

You worried him.

“We kicked her our.”

Taiju felt like he just got punched, and as he blinked at the woman, a thousand and one thought sprinting through his mind, he barely got the word out.

“What?”

“We found drugs in her possession.”

Taiju felt dizzy.

He knew you weren’t doing too well the past few weeks, months, maybe even years, now that he thinks about it, but you were honest with him about everything.

And you never once mentioned any substances.

“And you-“ Taiju took a deep breath, licking his lips to buy more time in an empty effort to put his thoughts into some sort of sense, “You kicked her out?”

The woman shrugged, blowing her smoke into the air, face expressionless.

Your parents never cared much for you, he knew that, he got more and more painfully aware of the bashful fact every time you showed up to his apartment instead of going home to your own house, asking him to spend the night.

“Mrs., y/n is only 18. How will she fare on the streets?”

“It is none of my concern anymore. She is no longer my daughter.”

Taiju felt nauseous.

“She’s just a child.”

“No longer my worry.”

“Do you know the name of this boyfriend?”

The woman simply shook her head, taking a step back, into the house.

“The day I gave birth to that awful child, was the saddest of my life. For all I care, she can be dead in a gutter. Trying to straighten her out is rotten work, Taiju.”

Taiju turned on his heel and left without saying goodbye.

He spent the first few days in his home, chewing on filters of cigarettes and waiting.

Sitting, and waiting.

You had nowhere else to go, why haven’t you come to him yet?

He anticipated the click of keys, a cold, hollow voice calling out to him, a sound of shoes thrown off at the entrance and the pitter-patter of feet sneaking down the hallway to the kitchen.

It never came.

He filed a police report a week later, but as soon as the officers heard about a troubled teen, they stopped listening, one of them smiling and lying through his teeth that they’ll do everything to find you as he pushed the report to the bottom of his filing cabinet.

Taiju sat and waited.

You never came.

Your father called him to see if he wanted to take your belongings, or if they should just throw them out, and with nothing but resentment running through his veins, he packed everything you owned into boxes, storing them inside the room of his apartment you called your own.

Even when he moved out, he made sure the boxes were carefully transported to his new house, to make sure not a single thing was scratched and everything was in perfect condition.

He cleaned and changed the bed sheets inside your room weekly, to make it ready for your arrival, to make sure you felt at least somewhat at home if you came back.

Taiju sat and waited, sat and waited, and called the police station biweekly to see if they found anything on you, but was always met with bitter disappointment.

He knew they didn’t even search.

You didn’t come back until a year later.

A man stared at the girl in front of him, eyebrow raised, the smoke of cigarette wrapping around his fingers, lost in the warm spring breeze.

“Shit, kid, you look bad.”

Her face buried in her bruised hands as she groaned, sitting on the sidewalk, black nylon tights torn, clothes covered in dirt and spilled drinks as makeup and glitter ran down her face, hair a tangled mess.

She looked like a lost child, waiting for a parent to come a pick her up, shit, she couldn’t have been older than 16, resembling a stray kitten more than a girl in her pitiful state.

He carefully kneeled next to you, shaking you softly to see if you’re coherent, and when your eyes opened to look at him, hazed and weary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, kid.”

You closed your eyes again and looked away from him.

He tapped your shoulder, trying to gain your attention without upsetting you further, he didn’t trust you to not puke at the slightest shift of balance.

He couldn’t leave you out there, leaning on the wall of that street as cars rushed by, you looked way too young and way too fragile for his conscious to not eat him alive if he did.

You only hummed as a response, an alert to let him know you’re awake.

He frowned.

He would have been asking how you got enough alcohol to be in this state, or have you been using anything else, but he knew better, the street stretching in both directions from the two of you riddled with enough shady bars where no one asked for an ID.

“Kid, where do you live? I’m taking you home.” His voice was hushed, soft, concerned.

You peaked at him through half-lidded eyes, the glitter on your face mixed with sweat shimmering underneath the yellowed light of a street lamp.

“Nowhere.” With a tired, humourless grin, you raised your hands in a jazz motion, movements too forced and too rushed for his liking.

He exhaled through his teeth, extinguishing his cigarette on the ground.

“You homeless?”

Nodding curtly, you leaned your head against the cold concrete wall of the building behind you, staring at the sky.

“For how long? Do you have anywhere you usually stay?“

Checking your wrist without a watch sarcastically, you looked up to meet his gaze.

“2 hours. And nah.”

He cursed, standing up to his full height to look around, hoping he’d maybe spot your friends, or someone you went to the bar with, but the street was deserted.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his brows furrowing.

He considered leaving you right there, considered pretending he never saw your pathetic form and just walking away.

He couldn’t.

You looked too young, too drunk, too fragile, and the streets of this part of town weren’t safe.

With hesitation, he helped you stand up, pulling you up to your feet, and carefully holding you by the shoulders to balance your stumbling, he walked you to his apartment, which thankfully wasn’t too far.

He couldn’t have left you there if he wanted to.

It’ll give him a peace of mind to have you within his sight, to know you won’t choke on your own vomit and that no one will hurt you in your state, and he can sort out everything in the morning, when whatever you put in your body lost effect, and you’d be able to actually speak.

Unlocking the doors to his small, shitty apartment, he helped you get to the couch, laying you down and ordering you to stay until he gets you some water, it’ll soothe your stomach.

You saluted him, and he chose that it is a confirmation enough.

He ignored your annoyed whine when he turned on the lights, the light of the kitchen connected to the living room illuminating your face, and shit, you looked even younger like that.

He nervously chewed on his lip as he rummaged through his fridge in a search of a bottle of water, pushing the bottles of alcohol out of the way, and when he finally found it, he slammed the fridge victoriously, flipping the lights off once again.

He knew his way around the apartment well enough by now.

He grabbed a bucket for you to puke in, just in case.

“Kid?” Carefully tapping your arm, he tried to gain your attention.

“The fuck you want?” Gritting out, you frowned at him, glaring.

He chuckled.

“I’ll take your snakiness to mean you feel better. You have to drink water.”

Shaking your head frantically, you turned to your side, refusing to look at him.

“If I do, I’ll actually fucking puke.”

“Water.”

“Fuck yourself.”

Sighing, he put the water bottle on the floor next to you, getting up to walk to his room and get you a blanket.

Your clothes were soaked and dirty, and his apartment wasn’t exactly warm, the temperature matching that of the outside.

Finding one, and getting one of his jacket for good measure, he went back to you, finding you passed out.

He sighed, carefully maneuvering your body so he can push your arms through the sleeves and zip the jacket up, he tucked the blanket around you.

Once satisfied, and once you were no longer shivering, he went to his room to sleep.

When he woke up, you were no longer on the couch, and his jacket nowhere to be found.

He sighed a heavy sigh once he heard vomiting noises coming from his bathroom, and knocking briefly on the doors, he pushed them open, finding you exactly where he assumed you to be.

He awkwardly patted your back, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, uncapping and handing you the bottle of water to wash out your mouth once you were done.

“Took one fucking sip.” You muttered, spitting out the water into the toilet bowl, closing the lid before flushing.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you get shit-faced.” He smiled, lighting up a cigarette.

You extended your hand, your palm up, and he obliged, fishing out a cigarette from his pack for you as well.

He handed you the lighter as you twisted your body in a way so you were leaning on the bathroom cabinet, facing towards him.

“Well, kid,” He started, taking the lighter as you handed it back, “You got anywhere to go?”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you took a deep inhale of the cigarette.

“You got freshly kicked out?”

“Why do you assume I was kicked out?”

He snorted.

“Look at you, you can’t be what, older than 16? No way you’d make it on the streets.”

Glaring at him, you extended your arm to tap off the ash into the sink.

“I am 18, excuse you very fucking much.”

“Wow, missy, I am so sorry, please accept my deepest apologies. You’re still a fucking child.”

“Asshole.” Rolling your eyes, you exhaled the smoke into his face.

He scrunched his nose.

“Well?”

“I lived with my boyfriend.” You shortly responded, and your tone told him you didn’t want to talk about the matter further.

“So, you have anywhere to go?”

Sighing heavily, you rubbed your eyes as you brought the cigarette to your lips.

“I have my godfather, I guess, but my parents probably told him they found drugs on me. No fucking way he’ll take me in. He’s a bit of a Bible freak.”

“Yikes.” Exhaling through closed teeth, he frowned, “So, you’re fucked.”

“Yep.”

Clicking his tongue, he leaned on the bathroom wall, deep in thought.

He could just kick you out, it’s not like he had much money, and his apartment was for one person only and in the shady parts of town at best.

You weren’t his responsibility.

But the blank look on your face as you smoked in silence made something in him ache.

And he was well aware of how young drug abusers can end up.

You weren’t his responsibility.

“Hey, Shi?” You looked up at him, and he raised an eyebrow in a question.

“Shi?”

“Well, I don’t know your name, do I?” You scoffed, taking a drag of the cigarette as you softly tapped your foot against the floor, “But you’re the Shinigami, yeah? That’s a stupid ass nickname, you edgelord, no fucking way I’m calling you that.”

He laughed, and in that instant, his decision was made.

Some people get a dog. Some people get a cat.

Hanma Shuji got an all too honest, bitchy teenager.

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a/n: it is h e r e 😩 hopefully i didn’t disappoint 🤧 sorry to everyone who guessed in asks and didn’t get a response, i couldn’t let everyone know 😔

[peralta-guaranteed]

Jake and Amy single parents AU.

Pretty please! :))

oh! Oh, I strangely love this one!

- Amy is a police-widow with little Mac (no, Teddy was not the father, it was a non-canon detective), while Jake is at the better end of a really messy divorce from Sofia, who very quickly handed over all alimony of Maya to him to focus on her career.

-Amy tries her best to juggle the newly single parent life with her full-time position running a bookshop, while Jake is not too happy about having to bring Maya in to the precinct all the time, but it can’t be helped (and Scully makes a surprisingly good babysitter). The squad’s had his back through the entire break-up, and they all love his little girl to bits, so at least she won’t be missing the family aspect in her life - and will always have an amazing female role model in her Auntie Rosa, who’s already planning to teach her Spanish just so she can trashtalk her dad with her without Jake knowing

- Mac + Maya meet at daycare and absolutely hit it off, despite the age difference of two years. Mac has apparently seen another curly headed toddler and immediately decided to brother the sh*t out of her. He takes her along to all his games and helps her pick colours for her pictures and shares his apple slices with her in exchange for a bit of sandwich (which is much nicer anyway).

- the daycare workers absolutely adore the little duo, and can’t help remarking how much they look like siblings anyway. So of course Jake has to meet the mom of the adorable little boy who always bring his daughter over to him for pickup by holding her hand.

- he’s a bit afraid of having to deal with the usual “Aw they’re little boyfriend and girlfriend” comments he’s expecting, but obviously Amy is having none of that. Instead, she tells him how glad she is that Mac has found a little friend to protect. “He’s always trying to protect everyone so much, ever since his dad... well...”

- (Jake knew, distantly, that she was the widow of one of his colleagues from another precinct, but apart from the usual condolences they’d all sent it had never really registered in his mind that there was a wife and a child left behind.)

- “Oh well Maya is so happy too. She’s a bit shy and scared at the moment, so having a big friend help her get out of her shell is great. Your little boy is a sweetheart, too.”

- Amy smiles at him, and he’s pretty sure his heart should not be doing what it’s doing, so he beats it down and tries his best to ignore it. Which is hard, because she smiles at him a lot in the coming months when they meet up for playdates, Mac over excited to show Maya all his favourite spots at the park or the coolest fish at the aquarium.

- Jake moans during one of their meet-ups about a case that has been dragging on forever and is going to need an allnighter to finally be solved, and his partner Boyle is really trying his best alone, but he’s the primary on it and- it feels great to talk about it with someone who understands, outside of his squad, even if Amy sometimes nods with the saddest look on her face when he mentions parts of his job. But she offers him last minute babysitting if he ever needs it, considering her job finishes promptly at 5pm each day, and he can’t help but take her offer when another case hits that needs him on a stake out at 10pm.

- so Maya gets a lovely sleepover with Mac, and Amy gets the biggest box of her favourite pralines as a thank you, because Jake has never, not once, given Maya to a babysitter to go to his job without feeling remorse and guilt, not even his own mom, but he had to deal with none of that when Maya gladly ran up the stairs to Amy’s place where Mac was already shouting her name.

- needless to say that Amy and Jake become the great friends they always are over time. He brings coffee and muffins to their park playdates, and she brings over frozen meals from Mac’s abuela for kid movie marathons at Jake’s place. They know each other’s schedules to help out with the kids, Jake has convinced everyone in his friend group and workplace to only buy books at her store from now on, and Amy is already planning the christmas gift she needs to pack for Maya and her daddy.

- it would be a nice, supportive friendship of equals, and a good help in their single parent life, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jake realised about three playdates in that he was falling for Amy faster than a shooting star. It took her a little longer, but realisation hit when she was packing Mac’s lunchbox, her own lunchbox, and Maya’s lunchbox too after a sleepover, and subconsciously already wanted to bag up a fourth set of sandwiches with some gummy bears and a soda thrown in for good measure.

- Rosa tells him to ‘grow a pair and ask her out, she sounds perfect for both you and Maya’ when Jake confides in her. And that is rare praise coming from Diaz, because no one is good enough for Maya in her eyes, sometimes not even Jake himself. But he can’t take advantage of Amy’s friendship like that, not when it risks losing both her and Mac for Maya... and there is always the underlying fear that Maya will bond with a new woman in her life and be left behind yet again if they don’t work out, just like with her mom, whose biggest contribution to her life since the divorce has been the alimony payments each month.

- Kylie, meanwhile, warns Amy not to risk too much when she confides in her. She sadly remembers the many days she had to spend at her friend-coworker’s side after the funeral, cleaning out half of a closet and half of a shared home, basically. She’d been hoping that Amy would find love again, maybe in a few years time, but when she heard the news about her ‘great new friend’ being a detective himself, her heart dropped because she knew what that might be heading towards, and Amy very much shares her fears. She’d vowed to an absolute ‘no cops’ rule for her planned restart of dating in two years, perfectly scheduled with Mac’s start of school.

- as it is, both of them dance around their emotions in a perfectly synchronised waltz while still getting closer and closer as friends and parents, to the point that the daycare workers don’t even bat an eye anymore when Amy brings both Mac and Maya in, or when Jake picks both of them up into his arms with an excited ‘ready for ice cream and games?!’ before they meet up with Amy for a Coney Island afternoon.

- until one day, when the daycare offers a ‘star gazing sleep over’ event after the story of the stars and night sky was the theme of the week, and it falls right on the day Amy and Jake were planning to take the kids to a movie. “We could still go.” Jake mumbles while Maya runs into the daycare center, not shy at all anymore, and Mac follows her. “You want to go see Paddington’s Big Adventure... without the kids?” Amy jokes, but he looks so serious. “No, of course not, but I mean - we - uh - we both got the evening off now, don’t we? I told my captain I won’t be in no matter what. Seems like a waste of time just going home. We could see that period drama you talked about, that will definitely get an Oscar?”

- Amy hesitates only for a second, but they do go. They watch the drama that Jake has to admit is pretty damn good for a movie where nothing explodes or is set on fire, and that praise does not only come from the fact that Amy grabbed his hand with a gasp during a particularly emotional scene, and then kind of forgot to let go afterwards.

- but then the movie ends and Jake still doesn’t want to go home. Neither does Amy, apparently, because she offers up an ‘amazing 24h diner’ around the corner for some late night snacks, during which they laugh and flick chocolate chips at each other and end up blushing like mad when the waitress comments on what a ‘cute couple’ they are.

- he walks her to her front door, and they both kinda don’t know what to do as they say goodbye, because this kind of date night should usually end on a kiss, but it wasn’t really a date, was it, they would’ve taken the kids along if it hadn’t been for the day care event, and-

- “Ames, I’m - this is terrifying, but I think I’ll hate myself even more for not ever saying anything - and, and, I kind of, maybe, I think you might also-” She takes his hand again, a lot softer than she did in the cinema. “I think this is the kind of talk that needs a coffee and a good couch.”

- That’s how they end up at her place that Jake already knows so well from bringing Maya over, from the perfectly styled bookcases down to the absolute mess of a playroom that is Mac’s kingdom. They both grip their coffee cups tightly as they talk it all out, about what they’re afraid of, what they would risk if they gave ‘them’ a try.

- “I wouldn’t ever want to put Mac through losing another cop-dad even if it wasn’t from work, and I won’t let Maya lose another mom.” “Me neither. And I promised Mac I’d never forget his papa, but... I can clearly see him love his new daddy, too. He already looks up to you so much. He wants a flannel shirt for christmas.” “Maya introduced you as Mama Amy to one of my aunties. Which was quite a thing to explain.” Amy laughs, and then smiles at him, and his heart does that thing again, like it has been doing for months now, but this time he doesn’t beat it down. This time he lets it lead him to lean in for the most careful kiss, a kiss that Amy gladly returns, just as carefully.

- they agree to take things slow, be mindful, not drop it on the kids immediately or rush into things from the pressure of friends or family.

- and then three months later Amy finds the perfect apartment for the four of them, and Jake aks Gina and Rosa for ring preferences and proposal tips, and ‘slow and mindful’ has flown out the window the second Maya brought home a picture she did with Mac at daycare showing their little ‘family’ before Amy or Jake had even talked to them about their possible dating.

- Maya grows up with her Mama teaching her Spanish along with Auntie Rosa, and an abuela and abuelo who love to spoil her with Cuban sweets just as much as her big brother. Mac gets to ride along in his Daddy’s police car sometimes, and hears stories about his brave Papa from his colleagues. His auntie Gina is so proud of him for taking care of his little sister the way she took care of her little brother too. And Jake gets to see Amy smile all the time now, and knows it’s him and their kids that is making her smile so much.

[inarizakibabe]

Beginning

After weeks of testing and studying hard you finally made it into class four. Now time to make friends with your classmates and shoot up the ranks into popularity. Swallowing your nervousness you approached a group of people to introduce yourself.

"Good morning. I'm (l/n)(f/n) it's nice to meet you all." you gave them the biggest smile you could muster.

The group acknowledged your presence then continued their previous conversation ignoring you. After a few minutes you decided they'd be a lost cause and moved onto a different group. After successfully managing to make no friends you cut your losses and took a seat.

"Well that went well." a voice beside you said.

"Oh shut up. I don't see you trying to make friends." you replied irritated.

"Nah too much work. I have a team full of people to tolerate already."

"Wait why are you even here?" you asked the boy beside you.

"Rude. This is my class if you must know." he said annoyed.

"Hold on. You? Suna Rintaro? Class four? Is the world ending?" you asked apprehensively.

Suna grunted and ignored you. Slowly a smirk formed on your face, "Your mom threatened to come see you again didn't she?"

"You're in my business princess. Don't do that." Suna booped your nose.

You stuck your tongue out at him right as the teacher walked in to start homeroom.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Half the day and three periods later it was that weird period right before lunch and Suna's attention span couldn't keep up any longer. At this point you were taking notes for Suna to steal later when he could be bothered to write them down. The clock on the wall showed there were five minutes left until lunch so you decided to zone out.

Your thoughts ranged from getting homework on the first day of school to what you might be having for dinner tonight. Eventually they strayed to the boy napping beside you. You two had been friends for a long time. You met your second year of elementary school when Suna thought it would be funny to see how hard he could tug on your pigtail. After filling his shoes with sand you two became inseparable. Years later in your last year of junior high Suna was scouted by the coach of the Inarizaki High volleyball boys club in Hyogo. It was a great opportunity for him but it meant you guys would be separated. Unfortunately the club you joined didn't have a way for you to be recruited and even though your grades were good they weren't good enough for your parents to pack up and move all the way to Hyogo.

For your entire last year of junior high you mentally prepared to say goodbye to Suna until your mom's job decided to transfer her to Hyogo. Eventually your family moved to Hyogo, with a promise to the Sunas to take care of their eldest son, and thus your high school story began only it's not going the way you hoped. Suna was still your only friend and it seemed all your classmates knew each other since junior high leaving no room for you to shoot through the ranks. The bell rang interrupting your thoughts and your teacher dismissed your class to lunch.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After a boring lunch period your next class felt like it dragged on. So far your dream to take over high school seemed more and more impossible to achieve. Maybe if you joined the right club some magic might just happen. The big question now was which club would you join. You were a woman of many talents but none great enough to make you the star of a club. Cooking club would give you the chance to perfect your recipes but cooking wasn't something you enjoyed to do. Maybe one of the sports clubs? Definitely not. Was there anything else to do?

Before long the school day ended and it was time to either head to your club's first meeting or go home. You turned to ask Suna if he wanted to stop at the convenience store before going home until you saw him loosening his tie. Right the volleyball club had its first meeting today so you'd have to go home alone today.

"Don't look so disappointed. I'll save all my homework for you to do." Suna said looking at you.

"Whatever Rintaro! What do I have to be disappointed about?!" you huffed and picked up your bag to leave.

"Don't get lost on the way home." Suna chuckled and watched you leave before leaving for the gym.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Stupid Rin. I got lost one time. And what the hell would I be disappointed about? If anything he should be disappointed he won't have company to walk home with later today. I should go to bed before he gets home too." You grumbled while trying to find the school's gate. "Maybe it's in the other direction. Man this school is huge."

Up ahead you saw a guy with brown hair going in the opposite direction. Maybe he knows the way out of this school.

"Excuse me? Do you know which way the gate is?"

The boy stopped and at looked at you funny. "Keep going straight and you'll see it."

"Thank you." you bowed and continued going in the direction he told you. After taking ten steps you stopped and gaped at who was in front of you. The exact same guy was walking towards you again. You looked behind you quickly but the guy from before had disappeared already. Was it a daydream or did you finally lose it?

"Something wrong?" The guy stopped in front of you. "Are you lost or something?"

"I'm sorry but didn't you just tell me how to find the gate less than a minute ago?" you asked.

The guy in front of you looked confused until a look of understanding crossed his face. "I doubt it was me but keep going straight and you'll find the gate."

You thanked the guy once again at least you think it's the second time and finally made it to the gate to leave for the day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The next day in class you remembered the run in you had after school the previous day and turned to ask Suna about it.

"Hey Rin this may sound crazy but I got directions from the guy twice yesterday."

Suna pouted trying to figure out what you were talking about. "You asked the guy to repeat himself?"

"No he helped me then I walked away and all of a sudden he was in front of me again and gave me directions again." you explained.

"So he chased you? Wow the year just began and you already got a guy to fall for you. Nice work (y/n)-chan. What do you plan to do with this new found information?" Suna asked with amusement in his voice.

"You are the worst human to walk this planet I swear. I'm serious. Maybe I accidentally walked in on someone's prank or something. I hope it wasn't recorded." you huffed.

Suna shrugged and checked his phone for new notifications, "Who knows. Maybe that was your ticket to popularity you were looking for. Did you pick a club yet or are you gonna let our homeroom teacher do that?"

"I don't wanna think about clubs right now. I can't think of one I wanna join. Help me find one. Please?" you put on your best puppy eyes and begged. Maybe for once he'll take mercy on you.

"Why should I? Just join the music club. You did it in Jr. high. I'm sure you can survive three more years." Suna said not looking at you.

"I would prefer if I didn't have to go through all of that again. I expected music club to be about music not how much spit I could clean out of a tuba." you shuddered remembering the unspeakable things you went through in music club.

"Don't do this to me (n/n). The stories were the highlight of my day. You gotta do it again for the fate of mankind." Suna gave you the saddest look he could produce before he laughed at how ridiculous he thought he looked. "Anime joke. I don't know what to tell you princess. I haven't picked a club since we left elementary. Why don't you see if one of the sports clubs needs a manager."

"Rin you're a genius! Does the volleyball club need a manger? I promise I won't screw up."

Suna stared at you with a deadpan expression and sighed. "Remember when I went to visit family one summer break and asked you to watch Bubbles? I came back and we all attended a fishy funeral that same day. Or when I asked you to pick up Asami because I couldn't and I came home to my parents yelling at me because she called them crying cause nii-san forgot her? I could go on but I think you get the picture. I don't trust your promises anymore."

"Yeah but Bubbles was a special case. Who knew he'd eat until he burst if I put all the food in the tank? He was suppose to eat it little by little. And I apologized to you and your that entire year and you guys forgave me. Bottom line is I was young and dumb, now I'm a high school student and I've learned a lot in my fifteen years of life. Just talk to the coach and see what he says. I could probably really help you guys."

Suna sighed for the umpteenth time and ran a hand through his bangs. "It's not really the coaches I'm worried about. I met some of our upperclassmen and some of the third years are kinda intense."

You frowned at his tone and tried to think of what they could've done to him. "i'm sure they're not as bad as you're making them sound. Maybe you need to look at them from a different angle."

"I doubt it. There were two first years that made me question my sanity. If they weren't fighting they played really well together. There was one other first year that could already do jump serves. The entire team is pretty good. Looks like it's gonna be an interesting year for volleyball. I hope I get to play in some official matches." As the last sentence left his lips Suna's eyes widened and he turned to look at you so quickly you almost thought he'd get whiplash. "You didn't hear that."

"Oh that's what the problem is. I'm sure you'll get to play in some matches and if you don't then there's no way the team is going to nationals." you smiled at him.

Before Suna could respond the bell rang signaling lunch was finished.

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At the end of the day you followed Suna to the gym.

"Remember it's not a guarantee. We don't have a manager and Coach Oomi does what you would do." Suna reminded you when you were almost at the gym. "Talk to coach Kurosu he's the head coach and old enough to be our father so if you ware him down enough you might just get the position."

"Alright. I can definitely do this." You sounded more confident than you felt but there was no turning back now.

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Hello sorry it took so long for this part to be uploaded but it's here now. Hopefully you enjoyed this and the next chapter comes out sooner than this one did. Until then don't hesitate to let me know what you think or if you just wanna say hi I don't bite I promise.

[enjennie]

Presents and the Past | Huang Renjun

summary: after an abrupt breakup, your now ex boyfriend renjun drops over a gift he’d bought for you before the sudden split up, leading to a rather heart wrenching christmas encounter by your front door underneath a mistletoe.

genre: angst + fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

"I can’t believe you,” You spoke into the phone as you fought back the tears that have been welling up in your eyes the moment you realized your boyfriend of 4 years has yet again stood you up on a date because of his busy schedule. You understood the first time, second, fifth… but tonight was your anniversary.

You’ve anticipated the night since you and Renjun planned it, three days ago. He said, dinner under the stars, just the two of you, in your favourite restaurant. Well, not only were you alone, but you weren’t even under the stars. It decided to rain, of all days. And the waiter took you inside, to a table deserted from the rest, alone and embarrassed. So you sat there, for 2 and a half hours, eating the free bread and drinking the overpriced wine.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, I’m on my way,” He sounded disappointed in himself, but not as much as you were towards him. “Don’t bother, I left. Don’t bother coming home either, okay? I don’t think I can see you now. We’re done. I said I would be patient,” a tear escaped from your eye, running down your cheeks. “My parents told me it would be hard,” you pushed yourself to continue. “Gosh, my mom loves you, Renjun,” your voice cracked at the end of your sentence as you broke into a sob. There you were, in your fancy little dress, all dolled up for the boyfriend who couldn’t even make a note to remind him of your special day.

“I’m sorry, Renjun. I don’t think I can love you enough for the both of us anymore because with the way how this is going, I’m just losing my self respect,” and with that, you end the call and the relationship altogether.

 It’s been a few weeks since the breakup. Like you asked, Renjun didn’t come home that night, and you didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing. But today, as you got the Christmas decorations ready and hung up your stockings in your Christmas jumper along with your parents, the doorbell rang and you open it to reveal the same brown haired boy you’d fallen for countless of times all these years, holding out a present to you.

“I know you didn’t want to see me, but I’d gotten you a gift before the whole… thing, happened and all the mailing companies are closed for the holidays so I couldn’t have it delivered,” he explained. You stared at the box, not sure you even have the strength to hold and receive it after seeing his face and missing it for so long.

“Are aunt and uncle home? I also got them… this,” He took out another box from his pocket. Your eyebrows furrowed together. As crazy as it seemed, when he pulled another box from his pocket, you were trying not to laugh. You thought he was suddenly doing magic tricks, pulling things out of his pockets. But the sadness hit you once again when your eyes met his, and you see how tired they were.

You nod your head in thanks and he reaches over to give you the two boxes. You take them gently, as if they were glass. You wished he handled you as carefully as he did these gifts when he had the chance.

After a few moments of silence, Renjun pushes his hands deep into his pockets and nods. “I should go. Merry Christmas, Y/N,” He manages to give you the smallest of smiles, and the saddest one too. You watch as he slowly turns, and your heart breaks little by little.

“Renjun!” A voice behind you startles you both, and you realize it’s your mom’s. Renjun turns to the call of his name and he greets her. “Ah hello, auntie. Merry Christmas,” he gives a bow and your mom returns it. Your dad comes a second later. “Won’t you come in?” Your father asks. You looked at your parents, searching for an answer as to why they were making it harder for him to leave than it already was.

“Oh, no. I shouldn’t, I just dropped by some presents,” Renjun politely declines them.

“Ah, well, in that case… You might as well take some cookies to go,” your mom disappears into the kitchen and before you know it, she’s carrying a box of cookies and walking towards Renjun. He walks closer to the door to receive it and he’s right beside you now. He’s close enough for you to be able to catch a whiff of his cologne, which happened to be the one you left him in your shared apartment as an anniversary gift before you left. You heart breaks even more, as if it wasn’t already in pieces by now.

Your parents say their goodbye to him and he thanks them for the cookies before they leave and it’s just you, Renjun and the mistletoe above you both. You wouldn’t have noticed until your father said, “Watch out for the mistletoe by the doorframe,” as if you or Renjun were tall enough to be bothered by it.

“I’m sorry about that-,” You apologize at how your parents were being before getting cut off by Renjun’s suddenly interrupting you. “Y/N I’m sorry…” He sighs. Renjun looked intently into your eyes. His words stunned you, and once more you felt your heart break. His apology was stained with so much pain and sadness, it bled through it. Two words, that meant so much. When a few seconds pass without a response from you, Renjun slips the box of cookies into his pocket and takes your hands in his. “I can’t lose you like this,”

You were frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. Your heart had shattered into a million pieces at this point after hearing these words from him.

“Renjun, I did my part in the relationship… why couldn’t you?” A tear managed to slip past your guard, and another, until before you know it, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Renjun’s hands leave yours and he starts wiping the tears from your eyes. “You did, baby. You did wonderfully and I’m sorry I put all of it to waste. I was stupid…”  

You couldn’t say anything, he’d taken the words from your mouth. All you could do was whimper in the pursuit of trying to keep it together, but failing.

“I’m sorry, I really did try to just bring over the gifts and leave because I know I’ve been doing nothing but hurt you these past few months. But seeing you just gave me more reasons to try and get you back,” He didn’t want to be weak in front of you, and choked back tears of his own.

‘On days that you’re weak, I’ll be strong enough to hold up the both of us’.

That’s always been his promise to you. And that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. As you give in and break down into tears, Renjun pulls you into an embrace. Neither of you wanted this breakup, but you were scared to step back into your relationship again. “I’ll be better,” he whispered, reassuring you. “I’ll be better for you and for us,” 

You pulled away and look at the person who’s been the center of your universe all these years and he whispers to you once more. “Can I kiss you?”

You give him his answer by placing your hands around his neck and pulling him into a kiss, warm enough to bring back summer. He kissed you like it was the first time. It was gentle, like you were the most fragile thing on earth. Renjun didn’t want to hurt you anymore. You were his night and day, his everything.

“I love you, Y/N,” he tells you just as you both pull away.

 “Making use of the mistletoe, I see. Honey, look! I told you it would work,” you hear your father say from behind you and you turn to see him holding a cup of hot chocolate as he calls your mother’s attention. Your mom pulls him back into the kitchen, scolding him about ‘giving the kids some privacy’ and ‘being nosy’.

Your cheeks burn up and you snuggle your head into Renjun’s neck to hide your embarrassment. Renjun laughs, caressing your hair to soothe you. Your hands snake their way around his waist as you find comfort in his warmth once again. You were home in his arms.

“Sorry, could we pull away for a second, I think we crushed your mom’s cookies in the pocket of my coat,”  Renjun nervously chuckles.

[tangerinebean]

when their s/o has a cold

iwaizumi, bokuto, and matsukawa with their s/o that catches a cold 🤕

warning: like one curse word in Iwaizumi’s

Iwaizumi:

♡ At first, you tried to hide the fact that you were sick from Iwaizumi

♡ He noticed rather quickly, however, that something was off. He saw the difference in your behavior from the moment he greeted you at your locker when you first got to school.

♡ For him, it was far too obvious. The slight dullness in your tone, how you seemed to be forcing yourself to smile at him when he said hello. He knew right away.

♡ Without thinking too much about it, he blurts out, “You’re off today. What’s bothering you?”

♡ You see the scowl etched on his face, but you figured if you didn’t pay any mind to the pounding headache, it would eventually just dissipate.

♡ So instead, you settled for replying with, “Oh, nothing. I’m just tired is all. I had a late night studying.” You offer him a soft grin, but he can see that it takes a lot more effort than usual. It wasn’t a lie, you were up quite late doing schoolwork, but the stress had brought on an intense headache. You just figured it would go away after going to sleep, but in the morning your headache was twice as debilitating.

♡ “That’s bullshit,” he responds, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. You try to retort with something, anything, but you know you can’t get anything past him. “You feel a little warm.” he continues, and you look up at him, unsure of what to say.

♡ But before you can say anything, he closes your locker, taking your backpack from your hand and carrying it in his left hand. His right hand moves up in between your shoulder-blades to guide you to the nurse’s office. You’re blurting out protests, trying to tell him you can make it through the day, but your boyfriend is having none of that.

♡ “I know you want to stay, but it’s obvious you need a break right now. I won’t sit by and watch you run yourself into the ground. Go home, take a nap or something. I’ll bring takeout by your house after school.” He grumbles, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

♡ As much as you did want to argue with him, a nap did sound really nice at the moment. You simply sighed as the two of you stopped outside of the nurse’s office, admitting defeat. Your hand easily found Iwaizumi’s as you gave it a quick squeeze goodbye before he handed you your backpack and you parted ways.

♡ In all honesty, he was just proud that you had listened to him because he cares about you too much to see you overwork yourself and not take care of your body like he had scolded at Oikawa so many times for.

Bokuto:

♡ Full disclosure, this mans does not notice at first. Akaashi has to tell him the news at lunch that you were sent home during the second period of the day.

♡ He really did not notice how pale you looked that morning, and you didn’t think to tell him you didn’t feel well because you didn’t want him to worry.

♡ However, your stomach had been churning from the moment your eyes opened that morning. You figured Bokuto’s uplifting spirit would help to keep your mind off of the pain, but the second class of the day just so happened to be gym, and the running quickly became too much.

♡ Needless to say, you ended up in the nurse’s office not even halfway through the start of the class. Shortly thereafter, the nurse made the decision to send you home for the remainder of the day. You were feeling so drained that you were only able to muster up the strength to send Bokuto a brief text before you fell asleep.

♡ Bokuto didn’t see the text until lunchtime, when he asked Akaashi if it was weird that you hadn’t shown up to eat lunch with them at the table. Akaashi held a straight face as he took a bite of his food and said, “It is strange, maybe you should send a text.” of course, then Bokuto is like “Akaashi you genius, why didn’t I think of that?!”

♡ When he pulls out his phone and sees that you sent him a message telling him you were sick at home and sleeping the sickness away, he puts his food down immediately. This is a two-handed typing response now, you have his full attention.

♡ Bokuto ends up sprinting to your house after practice that day, figuring you were still asleep after you hadn’t answered his text. Mans does a full on jog after practice, only offering brief goodbyes to his teammates before he rushes to pick up some ginger ale and saltines for you. best boyfie

♡ He knocks on your door and he makes the saddest face when he sees you open the door because he hates to see you so unlike your normal self. He gives you the longest hug and rambles on about how much he missed you and how he hopes the ginger ale and crackers aren’t too much.

♡ “Akaashi said that the ginger ale can help an upset stomach and Google said crackers were good to eat if you were feeling sick so I stopped at the store but practice took forever and I ran all the way here-” he begins, and you offer him a groggy smile and laugh, taking the items from his hands. “Bokuto, thank you. This is just what I needed.” You reply, watching as a blush creeps up onto your boyfriend’s cheeks as he gives you a proud grin.

Matsukawa:

♡ He would be the type to silently be more attentive to you but keep his concerns to himself at first.

♡ He notices that your voice sounds slightly strained and how you keep trying to clear it throughout the day. But he won't call you out on it right away.

♡ He’s more the type to make jokes about it to be honest. He would look at you when you’re at your locker and say things like, “I told you to be quieter in bed the other night, look at where that got us.” and shake his head, leading to you punching him in the arm. He would chuckle but he absolutely is not sorry. 

♡ Don’t mistake his jokes for him not caring though, he does actually care a lot about you. He’s just a comedian at heart secretly. He’s the type to stop by the nurse’s office before lunch and grab a couple cough drops for you before he sees you

♡ He sees you waiting for him at your locker, not hesitating to notice the exasperated look on your face when you see him as you open your mouth to ask him why he was late.

♡ But before you can say anything, he holds out a closed hand and you instinctively put your hand out and he drops his supply of cough drops in your hand, looking away from your gaze when you notice what he’s given to you.

♡ “Issei, how-” you would begin to protest, but he’s already got his hands in his pockets, facing slightly away from you. He turns his chin to look at you over his shoulder.

♡ “You just sounded like your throat was bothering you. Are you gonna join me at lunch or are you gonna keep gaping at me like that?” He would chuckle softly, but this boy is so so so soft don't get me wrong. he’s so whipped for you

♡ He’s actually incredibly thoughtful and caring but it’s in his nature to crack a joke when he sees the opportunity, but he’ll step up for you because he lowkey enjoys it too

♡ He hopes that you aren’t offended by his smart remarks or jokes because in all honesty he just wants to put a smile on your face all the time. He doesn't like seeing you at less than your peak health, so if he can earn a small smile from you or make you laugh to distract you from the fact that you aren't feeling well, he won't hesitate.

[svtkillua]

little lion man > alt. ending

rating: [pg-13 / angst]  pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader x todoroki shouto warnings: cursing, lots of yummy angst >:)) word count: 3.3k

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Leaving behind the person you love the most was like ripping your heart out of your chest bare handed. When you boarded the plane that took you miles away from Bakugou’s sleeping figure, you left your heart there beside him, broken and tattered. It was up to him whether he would try to reassemble the pieces, and up to you whether you would want it back. You had both made so many mistakes and waited so long that you were in the worst situation imaginable, and really, you weren’t sure it was possible to pull back from that. You needed to understand yourself again. You needed to choose what you wanted, and so did he.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been petrified to find out his answer. 

The first six months of being away had been incredibly hard, the pain still fresh in your chest, the world continuing to spin while you fell apart. Simple tasks felt too hard to do some days because all you wanted was to cry. You wanted him, but wanted to be away from him all at the same time. You’d see him in everything you did and life felt like a challenge, because you now knew what it was like to hear him say he loved you too, and somehow that made it worse.

You heard through Todoroki the day after you left that Bakugou had broken things off with Camie. Though you felt guilty, the bubble of hope for the future that formed formed in your chest was unignorable.

He would call you every night those months, even though you never answered. You needed time but he didn’t want it, he would say he was trying but the messages waiting in your inbox every evening said otherwise. You’d listen to his voicemails in your too small bed, focusing on how his voice would quiver when he whispered how much he missed you. How badly he wished you’d talk to him. How much it hurt when he woke up and you weren’t there, like it’d all been a cruel dream that taunted him.

He’d fill the messages with admitting how stupid and wrong he had been to put you both in the situation you were in. Sometimes when he got particularly upset, his messages would turn into ants about how angry he was at himself for fucking up something that could mean so much.

Part of you felt awful hearing his heart broken tone. You felt like you had done the worst thing imaginable to him, like you’d crushed his entirety to bits and pieces. You hated the way his voice would crack when his messages got particularly forlorn. You would picture the tears dripping off his cheeks and staining his eyes a bloodshot red and wanted to vomit.

The other part of you felt maddened by the guilt that grew when you listened to them. You weren’t the one in the wrong this time. You weren’t the one who hurt two people in the process of figuring out what you wanted, he was, even if it started out unintentionally. You had only been hurting yourself. You had both been stubborn, but he had brought someone else into the situation, and for that, you were angry. Because even though you weren’t together then, knowing he broke it off with a girl who loved him fully to try and finally have you made you feel like the scum of the earth. Camie didn’t deserve that, she may not have liked you but she was only a victim to the same thing you were: love.

It wasn’t til seven months in that you decided to start answering the calls. The first time you had, the way his mood soared made the dull ache in your chest fade. It was still there, the pain, the anger, the frustration with the whole situation, but being away had made it easy to miss the little things about him. Like how he smelled when he enveloped you in his embrace and filled your senses. Like how he would tease you over the littlest things til you got annoyed and he’d giggle like a toddler.  Like the way he made you feel even when you were the saddest you’ve ever been.

Hearing his voice every night had become your routine, going to work teaching piano lessons at the local theater, eating a badly cooked ramen dinner, and laying in bed to talk to Bakugou. The conversations slowly went from quiet and filled with little confessions of pain, to laughing at his stories about life back home. You heard all about how he broke his toe with a can of beets and Kaminari wouldn’t take him to the doctors. He told you how he tried to make himself those cookies he loved so much only to nearly burn his kitchen down and make Midoriya try instead.

He would listen to you tell him about the kids you were tutoring and beg to listen to the songs you were producing on the side. He would list all sorts of stupid things he wanted to buy for your ‘lame sounding’ apartment. You would hear the smile in his voice whenever you laughed at his ridiculous suggestions for living room furniture; like a bunch of plush toy grenades like the ones straight from his hero costume.

It was so easy to yearn for him, so simple to hear his voice every night and want to fall back into his arms. You knew that taking your time would be important, the healing couldn’t be rushed or you’d only end up falling back apart in the end. You needed the time to find yourself again without him there beside you clogging your brain. He needed time to completely move on from any feelings he had for Camie, because if you were going to give things a chance, you wanted to be the only one.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to survive getting heartbroken by him twice.

After about eight months, the phone calls didn’t feel like enough. You were starting to heal, starting to let yourself be happy without him there beside you holding you up. You felt like you could breathe again, no longer stuck still in a place of torture. You were feeling like you again and all that was missing was the boy whose late night phone calls had been joined by constant texts throughout your days.

He had realized you needed space after asking to come see you twice and you insisting you weren’t ready, and as hard as it was for him, he tried not to push it. You could tell it bothered him, especially when your birthday came and went and he wasn’t there to celebrate with you. It was hard for him, to watch you grow without him, but he was growing too. He had learned things about himself he didn’t like and regretted decisions he’d made in the past. He was trying to make up for them one by one, all so that when you finally let him back in, he’d never have to leave.

It wasn’t until month ten when the boys had a vacation near you that you decided you were ready to see Bakugou again. You’d been petrified, so so scared that the pain would come thundering back along with the self doubt the second you saw him again. Hearing his voice every night was one thing, but it was easy to make empty promises of wanting and missing through a device. You were terrified you’d made him wait to long, that the love you almost had simmered away with no chance of saving it and you just didn’t know it yet.

The moment you slipped into the hotel lobby and knocked on their room door, those fears had been squelched, his smiling face having thrown the door open and enveloped you in the most bone crushing hug the world had ever seen. It was like the feelings from before came rushing in, but without the bitter aftertaste that left you teary eyed and distraught. It was like waking up for the first time in months without having a nightmare prefacing it.

That night had felt surreal, watching him throughout with the biggest grin. The boys all showered you with love and hugs and Kaminari apologized about eighty times for not telling you about the previous situation sooner.  Bakugou was beside you every second he was in the room, his body pulled to yours like a magnet. You could tell he was having a hard time resisting the urge to hold onto you, but it meant a lot he was. You knew he wasn’t one for taking things at a low tempo and you were thankful he was trying not to rush you, even if he was itching to take the next step forward.

When he reluctantly hugged you goodbye at the end of the night, his hands lingered around your middle and his lips hesitantly pressed into your temple, whispering how much he’d missed you and how he couldn’t wait til you came back home. The simple fact that he still wanted you to think of home being where he was made your stomach do a leap, and you found yourself excited to return there as well.

It was nearly a year to the day when you moved back, Bakugou, Kaminari and Shindo all being forced to help you move your things into your new apartment. Bakugou had been so eager to get you back in town he’d been the one who came and toured it, face-timing you the entire time and showing you each and every corner, explaining all the things you could add to make it your own. He was especially happy it was just a few streets away from his own place.

The look on his face when you pulled him aside from the others and asked him to stay for dinner had been the most ecstatic look you’d ever seen. You knew why he was happy and so were you, because you were finally in the place where you were letting yourself feel it, the love you had for him. You didn’t want to hold it back anymore, your body bursting to hold him and touch him and tell him what he meant to you.

You could feel it every second of every day, in every move you made, everything came back to Bakugou. Your Bakugou Katsuki that swore between kisses that night that he’d never hurt you again. Your Bakugou Katsuki that repented for his mistakes and begged your forgiveness for ever being as dumb as he had been. Your Bakugou Katsuki that forgave you for being too scared to come forward because he had been as well, and none of it mattered now. 

Another year passed with the season’s changing more each week. Your view from your apartment went from warm reds to subtle greys as the ground covered in white. By the time the snow melted and flowers started to bloom your view had changed from your small apartment, to a place all your own with Bakugou. He made you laugh every day and kissed you when you frowned. He would break into your showers and leave kisses along your spine while he washed away your stress. He took care of you when you were at your lowest and supported your every accomplishment like the proudest boyfriend in the world.  

Waking up every morning beside was a gift, because just two years ago you felt like none of it could ever be possible. You had been at your lowest point in your life, the most shattered you had ever felt and depressed beyond belief. You’d almost lost him, you’d almost let the one person you needed slip away. You had come out better from the pain and landed in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

Which brought you to now, where your legs were tangled up in the sheets with your sleeping boyfriend, his hair a mess on the pillow and his cheeks smushed against the plush cushion. Your fingers were trailing light paths up and down his bare chest, eyes flickering between every little mole and freckle on his flushed skin. The way his lips curved slightly as he began to stir awake made your own smile spread, eyes drooping shut as you pretended to still be asleep.

You could feel his hands sliding around your waist as he tugged your body into his, legs completely encasing yours like a monkey. The puff of air he let out as he kissed your forehead made your hair flutter off of it, his lips puckering into a gentle kiss on the surface. His kisses trailed up to the top of your head, fingers creeping up under his shirt you’d stolen, before taking his claim on your lower back.

“I know you’re awake.” He whispered against your ear lobe in that raspy morning voice that drove you crazy. His lips brushed your skin as he chuckled into it, heartbeat thumping slowly in his relaxed state. The sun peeking through the windows warmed your bits of exposed skin, the warm patches making the room brighter. Your eyes flicked open as you pouted at him, adjusting so your palms rested against his chest, fingers just barely sliding over his shoulder blades.

“How could you tell?”

“Because I wasn’t asleep and could feel you touching me.” He grinned, laughing lightly at your eye roll and small smack to his chest.

“Don’t make it sound so creepy.”

“I can’t help it you can’t control yourself, I know I’m irresistible.” His laughing made you smack his chest again, trying to frown like you were annoyed. He adjusted the both of you, hands sliding to your hips as he maneuvered onto his back and pulled you on top of him. The sun cast a glow against his cheek at the angle, making your insides twist from how beautiful he looked.

Your hair was longer than it had been before, falling in a messy manner over your shoulders, the shirt you’d taken from him far too large on you and serving more as a dress than anything else. His hands slipped from your hips down to your bare thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin as he held you in place on his lap, your knees bent on the sides. The blanket had pooled around your backside, making goosebumps rise from the sudden burst of cool air hitting your skin.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” The way his voice barely met your ears made your neck feel hot, his eyes soft and squinted slightly as they trailed over every inch of you. His eyebrows furrowed as his smile faded a minute amount, a heavy puff of air coming from his lips as he gripped you tighter. “I can’t believe I almost fucked up so bad I never got this. I was such an idiot.”

“We both messed up.” You clarified and let your fingers play with the waistband of his pitch black sweat pants, snapping them once against his pelvis.

“I messed up worse though. I did stuff that hurt people. I hurt you.”

There were still some days when you could picture him down on his knee proposing to Camie. There were still some nights when he’d be gone late training and the consuming frustration would try to rear it’s head again, but you loved him. You loved him, and he loved you, and you knew he was trying to be as good as he could be for you, to make up for his mistakes.

“It’s in the past Katsu, stop dwelling on it.”

“But I was such an idiot.”

“You’re always an idiot” You rolled your eyes at his persistence, cracking a smile when he started to whine at your statement. His hands found their way to your middle under the shirt, fingers attacking your sides as he sent you into a fit of laughter, your body falling forward onto his chest. In a quick movement he was on top of you, pinning you down with his  weight as he continued his tickle assault.

“Take that back, you little brat!” His own voice was laced with laughter as his eyes shrunk into those half moons you so loved, your own eyes watering and spilling over. Your body was squirming underneath him, your legs tangling between his longer ones, blankets twisting around your lower halves.

“I take it back!’ You gasped, tears gliding down your temples from how hard your laughter was, hands desperately gripping his biceps to try and make him stop.

“Now say you love me.”

“I love you! I love you!” Your laughter bellowed out as his hand stopped moving at your side, the other slipping around your neck and behind the pillow as he buried his head into your shoulder. His laughter was contagious, your happiness mixing and filling the air as he rustled so he was held up by his elbows above you. Your laughter died down finally as you locked eyes, his lips softening into a gentle expression.

“Marry me then.”

“What?” You asked, eyes widening as he leaned back to sit up, your own body following suit, crossing your legs as you watched him. Between his fingers sat a simple ring, no fancy diamond, no brightly colored flashy things, just a simple white gold band with a B carved inside.

“Not right now,” He clarified as his hand grabbed for yours, lifting it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to each and every knuckle as he spoke, “but someday, when we’re both ready.”

The earnest look on his features made you melt, nodding as he slipped the delicate ring into its proper home on your finger. He kissed the surface of it, making a silent promise to not lose you this time.

The pair of you had been through every emotion. You’d been through the pain of loving someone that didn’t love you back how you wanted. You’d been through the anguish of feeling the other slipping away. You’d experienced the distance that lingered when you were apart, and now finally you were feeling the bliss of becoming one. And it was indescribable.

“Gosh I hate your hair.” You snorted after a few silent but meaningful moments, reaching forward and twirling a strand of his awful bedhead of spiky, blonde hair around your finger, ignoring how he grumbled over it.

“It’s not my fault, mood killer.” He grumbled, showing a barely noticeable smile to make it obvious he knew you were messing with him. His nose brushed against yours, your finger slipping from his hair and instead trailing over his jaw. His eyes slipped shut as he savored the feeling of you so close to him, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “Besides, I think you kinda like it.”

“Hm, maybe.”

“Shut up, I know you do.” He huffed, grinning as his neck craned forward, kissing every freckle or mark on your skin along your neck and cheeks. His heartbeat  was slow and steady, mingling with yours when you rested your hand against the side of his throat.

“I love you, baby.” He whispered into a kiss, your bottom lip perfectly tucked between his as he twisted the ring around your finger twice, fingers interlocking in his lap. His lips were soft but sure, positive that this was exactly where he wanted to be; right beside you in your shared bed, in your shared apartment, with the world quiet around you. “Always have, always will.”

“I love you too.”

“I’m sorry I took so long to figure it out.”

The ring on your finger felt like a promise from Bakugou, a promise to never let you go again. A promise that while he hated it had been such a mess to get to this point, he was happy that he ended up with you.  A promise that when you were ready, he would ask the four words he hoped you’d say yes to in his heart.

He was ready for when that moment came, the diamond ring in a perfect little velvet box he had hidden in his dresser drawer.

And he knew when you were ready, you’d say yes.

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[bibliophile-angst]

*Don’t read if you haven’t watched Julie and the Phantoms all the way through. Spoilers ahead.

Can we just talk about the song Stand Tall and that entire scene because it’s probably one of the most emotional scenes from JATP

I mean, they all agreed on this song for their set when Luke and Julie suggested it. I’d like to believe Juke knew what this song meant for them. Like at first glance, this song is kind of uplifting because it’s like no matter what happens things are going to be okay and you’re gonna get through it, but it’s also like a goodbye. 

At this point, they all believe performing at the Orpheum is the boys’ “unfinished business” so after they do this, they’ll be able to cross over, but none of them really knows what comes next, if there’s even anything.

And they were all prepared to sing this together as a final goodbye to each other, but then things happen and it’s just Julie, which is also super important for reasons. 

Just looking at the first few lines of this song makes me want to cry. I mean, 

Don’t blink

No, I don’t want to miss it

One thing, and it’s back to the beginning

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep going on never look back

They became a family in the time they had together and now it’s being cut short. It’s not fair by any means, but they can’t dwell on it.

And it’s one, two, three, four times

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

I’m going out of my mind

This is the last time they’ll be together. Like what are they supposed to do after everything they’ve been through? It’s like losing the people they love all over again. Also four times and there’s four of them. Probably no connection, but it still makes me sad because they each got a second chance at life. Wait actually they all kinda got closure with something. Luke with his parents. Julie with her mom and music. Reggie with finding a good parental figure and having his own family he created himself with the others. And Alex with Willie.

Whatever happens 

Even if I’m the last standing 

Imma stand tall

Imma stand tall

This is like reassurance. None of them knows what’s going to happen next, but they have to keep going. This repeats a few more times and during this moment, Julie is on her own. She already thinks they’re gone and she’s kind of made peace with it. She’s determined and she’s doing this for them and her mom and herself. 

Then during that last “Imma stand tall,” Alex appears and starts playing. Julie looks so freakin relieved (and surprised) at this point and then Reggie appears and starts playing as she sings: 

Right now

I’m loving every minute

Hands down

Can’t let myself forget it, no

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep holding on never look back

And she feels Every. Single. Word. They’re not gone. They’re there right at that moment and it’s the most wonderful feeling because they’re together and doing this at least one more time and she gets to say goodbye. They get to say goodbye.

Then it repeats, but Luke hasn’t appeared yet. They see flashes of him and they’re all concerned and looking at each other. Julie’s voice starts to get a little frantic and she’s speaking directly to Luke. 

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

And then we finally get Luke AND JULIE RUNS TO HIM

I’m going out of my mind

I mean, I, too, would go out of my mind if I was trying to get back with the people I loved and I couldn’t. Ngl, at this point I was about to cry. My little cold heart was breaking because I FELT THAT LINE. AND I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO BE HAPPY.

Just imagine what Luke was probably thinking. They’re at the club against their will and then Alex disappears, shortly followed by Reggie, but Luke still hasn’t. He’s alone and doesn’t know what’s going on, but then he starts to appear at the Orpheum, only not all of him because Caleb is holding him back and he’s fighting it with everything he has because Alex and Reggie and Julie are just within reach. Everything is just within reach.

Then he’s there with them. Now they’re all together, just like how it was supposed to be. You can see the relief and joy on their faces. Things are okay for now, but then they remember why they’re there and that's when we get one of the best and saddest moments of this song where each of them sings a line and then they all come together for the rest of the song

Whatever happens

Even if I’m the last standing

Imma stand tall

Imma stand tall

In a sense, it’s like each of them reassuring themselves and each other that no matter what, it’s going to be okay and they’re going to face whatever comes next because they all know that they didn’t do this alone. They’re a family. They love each other. And they will Always have each other. 

This song just perfectly ties everything together for them. They don’t want to let go, but they have to and even though they all know they love each other, I think this is when it really hits them. Ugh I’m a MESS. 

Y’all watch Julie and the Phantoms. 

[galaxina-the-pyro]

How would you improve the episode AYA?

...wait...you’re asking me?

I...I didn’t expect this...

The thing is is that I don’t think I could possibly come up with ideas for this better than, say, @authenticcadence18 or @springsfordays because their ideas are just too good (seriously, check them out, they have the literal best ideas for a rewrite of AYA, holy crap).

But if I were to rewrite it...hm...let’s make a checklist for stuff about AYA that just miffed me:

1. Plot B is fine. Plot B was probably the best part of AYA - Doof’s dilemma made sense for his character (and is hilarious), tied in with the name of the episode, and involved fun little shenanigans. My only gripe is that they didn’t go MONDO insane with it at the end, and said ending felt really abrupt.

(I also wish that, somehow, even Doof was involved with that “everyone knew” bit, but we’re gonna be scrapping that joke for this story - that joke is FUNNY, but it’s also degrading to Phineas, and is sorta a nice way of saying “yeah, you’re stupid for not noticing her feelings even though she’s not entitled to them - you’re the problem. It’s not like the episode is trying to hint at you two having switched roles, no, you’re the only one who was being oblivious and stupid.”)

2. We cut out Plot C entirely. Everyone trying to get Phineas and Isabella together was just...ugh. Why? And they had the audacity to compare what they were doing to all the AMAZING things they did when they were younger, like, guys - you set up some tables, decorations, and cooked them what I can assume to be a run-of-the-mill restaurant dinner - that has NOTHING on a rollercoaster through downtown. And their applause at that sweet but ultimately lackluster confession? Hurt. So much. Now that I think about it, it felt condescending, it unintentionally emphasized HOW uninspired this confession (as much as I love it) was, and it felt like they were taking credit for something they didn’t do.

And if we’re NOT gonna cut out Plot C...have Plot C be about FERB? Leaving for COLLEGE? Out of COUNTRY? Cuz I have a hard time believing that Phineas and Ferb are just OKAY with separating at such a long distance - heck, in “Candace Gets Busted”, FERB is the one who assumes that one day he and his brother are gonna own their own place together. It should at least be BROUGHT UP, don’t you think? (I’m conflicted on whether or not I’d keep Montessa in the ring or at least SHOW US how Ferbnessa happened, because I think what’s weirding people out is that they’re assuming that Vanessa literally waited for Ferb to turn 18 to start dating him - when I think it’s more likely that they kinda JUST started dating during the beginning of Summer? But I think stuff like that really SHOULD be explained because even though I don’t think it’s that weird, I understand why OTHER PEOPLE wouldn’t like the idea)

3. I kinda feel like this should have had more songs? I dunno why, I feel like this all could have been improved if we got a fullblown musical out of this (and...this may be me wanting a “What Might Have Been” reprise, lol) - like, make fun of HSM or something, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t have.

4. I kinda wanted to see more of the “where are they now”. Like, Jeremy, Stacey, Little Suzie Johnson, even that one couple with the lady who’s always like “what did you think, an anniversary dinner was just going to fall from the sky?” - I like stuff like that, it’s so much fun to think about. Also...I legit have so much anxiety over Perry never interacting with him owners ONCE in that episode, and even more anxiety over Pinky never making an appearance at all. Heck, if there was a good time to show us what the HECK happened to Django, now would be a great time.

5. I would have given the episode a unique intro, ala “Night of the Living Pharmacists” and “Last Day of Summer” - like, AYA is as much of a status quo shifter as those two episodes, why was it given the “Phineas and Ferb Get Busted” treatment?

6. Here’s a brilliant thought - NO ONE tells Phineas about Isabella’s crush? How about instead Phineas goes and wants to check in on her, because he really misses her and doesn’t understand why they don’t talk anymore (and he’s tried before, and they’ve nearly had conversations, but Isabella’s just too busy) - did he do something wrong? Is Isabella just too busy now? He needs to know. That should have been his priority, none of this “FrIeNd ZoNe” nonsense.

7. I would have made this into a near movie-length special. With all the topics that this episode brought up, particularly the whole “manipulating the situation” thing, I feel like a longer episode would have given them more time to talk about how stuff like that is...not okay.

[READ THE ACTUAL REWRITE OF THE EPISODE (well, my take at least) UNDER THE CUT!]

Okay, with those out of the way, how I would have written Phinabella the Movie...I mean...Act Your Age (I warn you, it’s not gonna be as good as @authenticcadence18′s or @springsfordays‘s ideas, so if you want quality stuff and not just mushy fanfiction fodder I’d check their stuff out):

I would have sorta made this entire thing take place during the “What Might Have Been” song - what that means is that it’s a collage of memories. How Isabella and Phineas met, how Isabella first got her “crush” (if you can really call it that, girl was full out in love lol), them building stuff with the gang during their canon ages, them going into highschool, Isabella ultimately choosing to give up her crush to maintain her friendship with Phineas (because her choosing to not be as close to Phineas because of a crush isn’t an option), Isabella’s first boyfriend (which probably’s gonna hurt a lot of fans, cuz I envision that to NOT be Phineas; but it’s Phinabella endgame, so relax); the episode just centers on the gang (mainly Isabella since it’s from her perspective) growing up.

Like, yes, all of the memories are gonna be Phinabella centered, but we gotta have SOME side-stories and junk, like maybe how Baljeet gets together with Ginger (and...how they break up...please don’t kill me), what ultimately leads Ferb to want to go back to England for studies (maybe it’s him wanting to be his own person and not wanting people to think he and his brother are just “a pair”), Buford...uh...something with Buford definitely, because I love him and he deserves it. Heck, maybe even the Fireside Girls can have their own arc with a graduation ceremony for their ranks (...what? I’m not linking stuff to the best fanfic ever, noooooo...why would-why would I do that?).

And maybe in this case Plot B SHOULD be different - maybe it should focus on how Doofenshmirtz first got to America, how he first met Charlene, what exactly led him to being evil in the first place, all that good stuff. Though, ultimately, that might be a little angsty - maybe there’s a reason why we don’t see exactly HOW Doof and Charlene divorced, because that could very well be the saddest scene ever, and it’s hard to put that kinda comedic spin on something so tragic (I mean, obviously there are comedies CENTERED on divorce, but like...they always SKIP the divorce part from what I’ve seen). Not to mention that this is a kid’s show, so...I doubt they’d actually show HOW it happened. This is just my thoughts. X’D

Back to the Phinabella.

Phineas and Isabella would have their confession during THIS part of the special rather than the very end (so, like...they’re still in highschool, and Isabella’s already broken up with that other dude in the story, and maybe Phineas had a girlfriend he just wasn’t happy with) - Phineas tries to do something big for Isabella, but it ultimately falls through because of Perry’s current nemesis (we never see who that is, lol), so he settles for something simple (at first he’s scared about it not “being enough” for someone like Isabella, but Ferb’s able to slap that nonsense out of him pretty quickly). He and Isabella spend the ENTIRE DAY together alone, leading to Phineas eventually singing a song he wrote for her to her, and the two have a cute little duet as a result (that has the opposite energy of “What Might Have Been”, so it’s important that somewhere in this episode that “What Might Have Been” is still a thing, it just doesn’t involve Phineas being aware of Isabella’s feelings, and it doesn’t involve Isabella trying to leave somewhere without saying goodbye, this would be more about Isabella, after trying to get over her crush, realizing that she still LIKES Phineas that way). They almost kiss, but they’re ultimately interrupted by Buford being Buford or something, but it implies that Phineas and Isabella are now a couple onwards from here.

Eventually it leads to a small party in the middle of Summer with the gang, with them playing some games and talking about how by the end of Summer, they won’t be seeing each other as much anymore because of college and stuff. They all remanence about the simple times - with Isabella eventually leaving (saying it’s because she needs to check on something, but really it’s because she’s sad that things are ending so quickly and she’s gonna miss everyone especially Phineas), and Phineas going after her to see if she’s alright (he’s oblivious, but he’s always been able to tell if she’s sad for the most part, save for maybe a few instances - but he’s older now, so he’s probably better at telling).

The two go for a stroll outside, and discuss the changes and stuff, how he and Isabella are ultimately going to have to work on a long-distance relationship and how Phineas is going to miss Ferb when he leaves the country, and how he’s gonna miss Isabella. And then they both realize that everything is gonna be okay, because they’ve literally dealt with worse situations and came out stronger for it - Isabella nor Phineas have any doubts in their minds that their relationship with each other or anyone else is going to sever just because of long distance.

Time moves onward, and there are a lot of changes (mainly talking about couples and other stuff - if it were me, there’d be endgame Buford/Gretchen and Ferb/Ginger of all people, and of course Candace and Jeremy would be married by this time). Phineas and Isabella are about to go into their last year of college, and decide to spend one more day together before they, once again, go their separate ways. The gang surprises Isabella by having made an ACTUALLY GOOD AND CREATIVE BACKYARD DINNER for the two per Phineas’ planning (the idea wasn’t bad, the execution was just lame imo), and long story short, Phineas proposes to Isabella. She obviously accepts, and everyone cheers for them as Isabella inner monologues about how change can be scary but it’s okay some mushy stuff about loved ones being there for you when you need them or something.

And finally, we cut to many years later, with Isabella as an adult now, looking out at the backyard of her current home, drinking some tea - this whole movie/special has taken place in this Isabella’s memories (if that makes sense), as she thinks on how she got there. The story ends with a child (we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl) calling to her and calling her “mom”, and Isabella leaving to check on her kid.

And...that’s how I would have written “Act Your Age”. Again, I recommend this and this over my idea (because again, their takes on this episode are perfect, I don’t think anyone can top them), but if you like it then great. This was still fun to write out and stuff, and I hope you enjoyed it regardless. ^^;

[geekkatsblog]

Making my heart race for 45 minutes every week season 17x5 or like everyone else likes to call it Grey's Anatomy.

"A VERY LONG BUT IMPROTANT PART TO READ BELOW."

Now before I get started I was idly scrolling through Instagram instead of studying like I was supposed to and I was recommended a Grey's Anatomy confession site to torture myself (because most of the time I feel irrationally sad after reading when I see my faves being bashed) and I was a good few confessions in when I noticed that someone had taken a part of lasts weeks review word for word and submitted it. I never really thought I would have to but I beg please don't do that. Confession sites tend to make my heart race and when I realized it was my words that were used I was already in the comments, none of my opinions in these are final so I'd rather not have my words posted anywhere else where people can't see the complete picture. Its definitely fine to use it as inspiration but Please do not post my reviews anywhere else, or at least ask first.

*Now finally onto the review*

All in all the episode was like I expected in terms of outcomes however Grey's has got to come up with another genetic disorder besides Alzheimers, because this is yet another doctor with the gene. Not much happened besides the main event so let's hope I don't talk all over myself again.

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Catherine Fox and Jackson Avery

Refuses to wear the mask like the pig headed woman she is. Her especially should take no risks because as it was pointed out in the episode she is immunocompromised. She didn't actually appear in person but I thought I would mention her part in the episode because it gave us Richard and Jackson scenes which I have grown to love and appreciate because they're always wholesome the one they had tonight on systematic racism was great and one that I hope managed to educate viewers on the situation. It's great to see Jackson have someone there who has a parent figure there to listen calmly. Catherine as great of a mother as she is in my opinion sometimes she can come across as an eccentric aunt. I'm glad Richad managed to tame the wildcat and convince her to wear a mask with his sexual promises. We've lost enough Grey Sloan staff and family from it so far.

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Meredith

A hopefully temporary resident at the fake beach where nothing is real. Unfortunately there were no new visitors at the beach. Like I stated last week, I'm not entirely sure if we'll see anymore of the greats such as Mark Sloan, Lexie ect but there's still a chance next week although it seems like she might be waking up, but like I always say with Grey's expect the unexpected She may or may not be out of the deep end yet but I'm just thankful for the few glimpses we got to see George and Derek grace our screens again the nostalgia was great. However as much as I enjoyed seeing them again, I want Meredith to wake up I miss her, she may not be as fun and quirky as she used to be in the earlier seasons but without her working in the hospital it's hard to deny that something's missing from the episodes.

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TEDDY / OWEN/ TOM

(Here we go again.) 😔

This triangle has been going strong for a long time almost too long, and once again they flipped the switch its always back and forth. A few episodes ago she was begging Owen for forgiveness and now she's telling Tom they have a future. I feel like she needs some time to process what she's really feeling most of the time it seems like she's confused and fair enough it all happened so fast the time between her being with Tom and Owen expressing his still lingering feelings to her but now she needs to make sure that the decision she makes now is the one she actually intends to stick with.

On another note Tom seems to be out of the woods, for now at least which is great when he asked for his son I was a little concerned for a bit I wasn't sure if he was really going to make it. He's a douche and a hard ass but he has the potential to have a great character development, so I'm glad he got another chance. And my comments about wanting Helm to be his new protege remains in that small scene they had last week something just clicked with me and there's also the fact that she wanted to treat him despite the risks.

Owen was here as a filler basically, and to reinforce the love triangle again.

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Jo Wilson

Is thinking of switching specialties, if Ben can do it like changing sweaters why can't she switch? I do think it will be a good fit for her the way she has been fawning over the babies of recent it was either that or give her one of her own which in my opinion I don't think she's ready for. But even in all of the excitement I can't help but think that she's only looking at the cupcake and rainbow side for now because although it's awesome being the first one to hold the babies and everything, not every delivery goes well sometimes the babies don't make it or in other cases the mothers die I hope she's ready to face that side of the package as well.

Just mentioning as well that I love the friendship between her and Schmitt. It was an unexpected but pleasant pairing one of which I'm looking forward to seeing more of in the long run.

On the other hand if Jo switches this gives us more of a chance to see Carina as well because she was signed on a a series regular yet we don't get to see her enough except for on Station 19 and on there she's only Maya's girlfriend. I hope it changes soon and they give her more of a plot or something.

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Amelia/Link

Not much relationship content other than Link finding out about her and Koracick's fling and he took her going into the hospital before the end of her maternity leave quite well. They are one of the healthier relationships in Grey's. Right now at least things always get trickier later.

I'm glad she went in though it let Koracick know that he still had people who care about him and she managed to make Teddy who everyone was treating like garbage as well feel a little better.

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Maggie

No Winston today but we got a lot of Maggie content which was great. She was the moral support once again but today I was fine with it I always enjoy her moments with Bailey and at least she was able to be there for her seeing that Ben was MIA and Webber was busy taking care of her patients along with Jackson. Once again a very needed conversation between her and Bailey and I loved that she still went to comfort her despite the fact that rehashing her own mother's death had to be painful to do.

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Bailey

(Thanks for ruining My Girl for me Grey's now instead of feeling happy I'll forever think of Bailey saying goodbye to her mother.)

We all know that whenever Bailey starts spouting out her feelings and asking for help and advice things are about to go down.

Before we get completely into it I'd just like to express my disappointment in the fact that Ben literally dropped everything took the aid car to save his in laws no questions asked then dropped off his mother in law at the hospital with Covid and left his wife who has anxiety without even checking in. I know he's a first responder as well and he isn't allowed into the hospital that easily either but geeze no other phone calls or messages to check in?. He better have been stuck putting out a huge fire or something equally as bad, besides being him being hurt himself at least.

Another foot note to appreciate Bailey primping before her facetiming with Ben. Go get it hun. Their relationship be cute as usual.

Then the big revel her, mother has dementia, yet another doctor with the alzheimers gene. The moment between her and Meredith was heartwarming to be honest it's a foreign thing seeing them so close and having life conversations still but it's something I hope we get to see often they've had them as semi rivals/ semi friends long enough.

It was hard to see her have to say goodbye and the fact that her father couldn't be there to tell his wife any final words and be there to hold her as she passed made it worse, his wife that he was married to and loved for so long had to die without the comfort of her husband by her side and her daughter could barely hold her hand because of the bulk of her suit, then one of the saddest parts was that she possibly didn't even know what was happening to her. But thankfully Bailey could have been there to sing to her and keep her calm, a lot of people don't even get that much of a chance during the pandemic their loved ones die alone.

The moment I saw the conversation with her dad and the way she was only half listening I knew she was going to blame herself at some point over what happened, it remains to be seen if Maggie's speech worked or if she's going to continue to blame herself. Like I stated before I love the conversation her and Maggie had. One of the reasons why I haven't stepped off the Grey's Carousel is because they touch on topics that others don't cross they aren't afraid to touch the important and controversial things.

I was too being sad over her mothers death at first but I also want to talk about her and Webber's friendship he immediately postponed everything to be there for her, he took over her workload and still made sure he was there in time to be there and support her when she watched her mother flat line.

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The pandemic has always been real to me but somehow seeing the names of those that passed at the end was surreal I found myself just staring at the screen for a few minutes later reflecting on everything.

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Next week is the winter finale and I have no idea how it could get anymore dramatic than it already is. There's been so much already but Grey's always manages to surprise me. Then after that episode it's back to nothing until March 😭😭😭.

[whereisten]

Late Night Adventures with a Green-Haired Kingpin

(Dinner Version)

Part 1 | Part 2 Intro | Part 2 | Part 3 Intro | Part 3 | Part 4 Intro | Part 4: Yuta Oneshot! | Part 4 | Part 5 Finale (Happy Ending) | Part 5 Finale (Sad Ending) | Part 5 Finale (Wildcard Ending)

Chapter Summary: Taeyong and his sister, Hae-Ju, meet each other for the first time. A strong bond is formed and now Taeyong has a surprise for Hae-Ju.

Pairing: Gang Leader!Taeyong X Reader

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warning: death mention, funeral mention, cheating mention

Word Count: 2.3K

(a/n: this is an intro for part 4! I got a lot of questions about Greenie’s sister so I hope this answers most of them!! This was probably the saddest chapter to write but Thank you guys for your support!! I hope you like it❤️also!! Happy Birthday @pwurin !!!❤️🎈🎊🎂thank you for all the love🥺)

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[12 Years Ago: The Funeral]

Taeyong’s aunt and uncle drive the black suv over a long and bumpy road as they leave the cemetery.

He looks out through the window through teary eyes as he remembers his parents and the last conversation he had with them.

“Taeyong-Ah! You’ve done so well, your science project got first place?! Where do you want to eat? We have to celebrate!”

A tear rolls down his cheek as he remembers his mom’s excited face and his dad’s proud smile.

But he didn’t get a chance to tell them where he wanted to go, as his dad was called in for work right after.

Once again, Taeyong’s dad would have to fly out to Korea for business, leaving he and his mom to celebrate alone.

Taeyong remembered being upset at the urgency of his father’s trip and how his father always agreed to leave them behind for work; he was so furious this time, he didn’t even look at him when he said goodbye.

But the young boy would come to regret his pettiness.

His mom accompanied his dad to the airport, and that’s when it happened.

He didn’t know exactly how the car accident happened. He overheard the cops say things like “18-wheeler,” and “brake malfunction.” However, none of it made sense.

Why him? Why his parents? Why did his dad have to leave for work that night?

Taeyong was confused, upset, and devastated. It felt surreal. He stared at the door, waiting for his parents to come through it at any moment.

Too many thoughts, too many emotions, too many new faces and people he didn’t want to talk to. Too many questions.

“what do you want to eat, Taeyong?”

“Did you sleep well, Taeyong?”

“How can I help you, Taeyong?”

He wished it would all end. He wished he could just go home and run into the arms of his happy parents again.

The ride home finally ended and as soon as Taeyong entered his house, his family members stopped talking and turned to him. He hated the way they looked at him, they pitied him and it pissed him off. Everything pissed him off. He never saw these people, he didn’t have a good relationship with any of them. And now, they filled his home and gossiped and ate food like they really cared for his parents in the first place.

He took his black dress shoes off and was about to run upstairs and lock himself in his room before his aunt took hold of his hand.

“Taeyong..before you go, there’s someone you have to meet.” His paternal aunt looked on him with a sincerely sad expression. Her eyes were just like his father’s, deep, warm. They were comforting and calming, even with all the madness around them.

She was the only one that really made Taeyong feel normal, so he didn’t mind doing what she said.

He nodded slowly and wiped his teary eyes.

She took his hand and led him to his father’s office upstairs.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, she brought a young girl into the room and locked the door behind them. She was small and looked familiar, but Taeyong couldn’t figure out how he knew her.

“Taeyong..you don’t know this, but.. this is Hae-Ju.. she’s your sister.”

Taeyong’s aunt started slowly, she waited to see Taeyong’s initial reaction.

Would he lash out? Would he cry harder? She wasn’t sure, so she wanted to be careful and give him time.

Hae-Ju hid behind her leg, peaking out from behind to see the strange boy’s face.

She was also grieving and didn’t completely understand the situation.

Neither of them knew of each other’s existence until now.

“your father..left often to take care of Hae-Ju in Korea..he planned to tell you about her and to introduce the two of you later this year..Taeyong..” his aunt sighed and place both hands on Taeyong’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry that this is happening under these circumstances, but I wanted you to know that you’re not alone.”

“He lied to me.” Taeyong’s eyes started to fill with water again. The fire in his chest started to build as he thought about all the times his father said he’d be going to Korea for work.

“Taeyong..please.” His aunt started.

Taeyong brushed her off and shook his head.

“Taeyong..your father loved you and her..he just couldn’t find the right time to tell you.”

Tears started to roll down Taeyong’s cheeks. He darted past his aunt and was about leave the room when he felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his waist.

“Please..brother..don’t leave me alone.” Hae-Ju’s soft, high-pitched voice entered Taeyong’s ears.

He was frightened by the sudden embrace, but couldn’t push the small girl away. This simple hug calmed the fire. He felt a small glimpse of hope and belonging start to build. He was upset with his father, but he now realized that he wasn’t the only one grieving.

He would have to be responsible and take care of his little sister now. It’s what his parents would have expected from him had they still been alive.

And so, Taeyong turned to face her and hugged her back.

They cried together in their father’s office for what felt like hours.

They bonded over the next few weeks they’d spend together and when the time came for Hae-Ju to leave for Korea, Taeyong found himself feeling immensely sad again.

His aunt gave him the option to stay with his maternal uncle and their family or to head back to Korea with her, but Taeyong chose to stay. He was afraid of the difference in culture and didn’t want to leave his best friend, Yuta.

Yuta helped him through everything, he couldn’t bare to be miles away from him when he was one of the few people in his life that still made him happy.

Things would’ve gone differently for poor Taeyong had he gone to Korea and lived peacefully with his aunt.

Nonetheless, he’d miss Hae-Ju. He was thankful that he got to know her and swore to take his duties as older brother seriously. She was only 3 years younger than him, but she was so small and innocent. She needed his protection, for they only had each other now.

“I’ll visit you every year and when I make money, I’ll visit every month!” Taeyong said as he hugged Hae-Ju in the airport.

Hae-Ju smiled widely and held out her pinky. “Pinky promise?”

Taeyong giggled. “Pinky promise.”

They linked their pinkies and hugged one last time before she left.

————

[12 Years Later: 2 Months without y/n]

Taeyong laughed to himself as he remembered Hae-Ju’s small face when they first made their pinky promise.

He was excited to see his sister. He hadn’t kept well on his promise, but he hoped she would just understand that part of adulting is prioritizing and sometimes, abandoning promises.

His private jet landed, but he was too distracted by thoughts of you to notice the pilot telling him it’s okay to release his seatbelt.

The way you said his name, your smile and laugh, the way you held his hand gently. It all made him soft. He missed you so much, but things were bad..so bad now. Could he ever give you the life you deserved?

“Sir..sir?”

The pilot tapped his shoulder.

Taeyong turned around quickly with wide eyes.

“What the hell do you want? Why are you touching me?” He said with disdain.

The pilot sighed. You’d think after a long ass flight, Taeyong would be more respectful to the man that flew the plane for hours without rest.

“You’ve been here for about 10 minutes, sir.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me I could take my seat belt off?” Taeyong started to unbuckle his belt, then grabbed his bag as the pilot rolled his eyes.

————

“Taeyong!!!” Hae-Ju ran to Taeyong, jumping into his arms and burying her face into his chest.

Taeyong chuckled. “Woah, woah there, I’m not as strong as I look.”

Hae-Ju pulled away and smiled. She pinched his cheeks while he tried to shake his head and get away from her.

“Taeyong-oppa, you’ve been eating well!”

Taeyong nodded and giggled. However, the reality was he wasn’t eating, nor sleeping well since you left him alone. He was tired, but glad that his face didn’t seem to show it.

Hae-Ju looked adorable as always. She wore a bright yellow sweatshirt with her college’s name in bold letters across the front and white sneakers.

“Come on! Let’s go get kalguksu!”

Hae-Ju took his hand and dragged him to her car. She shouted to the driver the name of the restaurant.

She knew Taeyong loved kalguksu especially when it was made correctly in Korea.

It was clear to see that Hae-Ju loves Taeyong. She didn’t know what he did back home. She had her suspicions especially with all the tattoos and the strange hair color, but she didn’t really care. Because what she did know was that he took good care of her and always made sure she was okay.

He was a splitting image of their father in both physical and personality aspects.

That’s why she was drawn to him from the moment they met, she always saw the good in him. She always saw her father whom she missed dearly.

And Taeyong was reminded of his father when he looked at her too. Her eagerness and positivity, her bright smile, button nose and crinkling eyes all reminded him of his father.

Together, they tried to make do with no longer having him around. Yes, he did have an affair with another woman and lie to him and his mother, but Taeyong couldn’t hate him. He could only deal with the consequences and thankfully, he was given the best little sister in the process.

Both he and Hae-Ju decided to work hard like him and honor his name, because regardless of the negative things he did when he was alive, he deserved to be forgiven.

“How’s school?” Taeyong said before slurping his noodles.

“It’s okay, chemistry is kicking my butt, but I’ll be okay!” Hae-Ju smiled.

“Do you want me to handle him?” Taeyong wiped his mouth.

“handle who?” Hae-Ju’s brows furrowed as she twirled her chopstick.

“This chemistry guy.” Taeyong tried to keep a straight face.

Hae-Ju bursted out into laughter and covered her mouth. “you’re so stupid.”

The two caught up for about two hours in the restaurant. Talking about everything from Hae-Ju’s school and major to Taeyong’s “job” as an art collector and seller, and from korean politics to Hae-Ju’s messy love life. Taeyong laughed at it all because the irony was that it wasn’t nearly as messy as his love life, but Hae-Ju was still overwhelmed.

He would zone out a few times and think about you and how much you’d love her. He knew you two would get along so well, based on the way you talked. He didn’t even remember why he never told you about her. Maybe it’s because he’s so used to protecting her and keeping her name in the dark, it slipped his mind.

He hoped Hae-Ju didn’t notice that he was distracted.

Taeyong cleared his throat and shook his head to get your face out of it for just a moment.

“There’s another reason..why I’m here, Hae-Ju.”

The mood grew more serious.

“What do you mean? I’m not the only reason you came to this wonderful country? Wait, are you into kpop now?”

Taeyong laughed. “No..no, you’re the main reason why I’m here..but there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“You have a significant other! You?! THE Taeyong..you’re capable of love?!” Hae-Ju’s eyes widened.

Taeyong never talked about his love life around her so she just assumed it didn’t exist.

“Yes..we’re engaged..actually.”

Hae-Ju spit out her water. “You’re getting MARRIED?”

Taeyong couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes.”

Hae-Ju couldn’t contain herself, she jumped up from her seat and hugged Taeyong tightly.

“I’m so happy for you! Who’s the lucky person?”

“You’ll meet her soon, I promise.”

“Oh my God!! I gotta get a dress! Is she nice? How old is she? Where is she from? Does she have long or short hair? What color will the wedding be? Oh my God does this mean you’re gonna be a father soon? Am I gonna be an aunt?! Do you-“

Hae-Ju rambled on, she didn’t even stop for breath.

“Hae-Ju..I promise to answer all your burning questions but I’m tired.” Taeyong laughed and held his head down. He knew he’d have to tell her at some point but why did it have to be after his 13 hour long flight?

“Tomorrow! Can I meet her tomorrow?”

Hae-Ju anxiously waited for Taeyong to respond.

He looked up to the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“Please!! Please, I wanna meet her so badly. What’s her name? Is she young or old? What’s her favorite color? I could get her a present! What-“

“Okay! Okay! Tomorrow for brunch!”

Taeyong closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

Hae-Ju jumped up and hoorayed one the restaurant, ignoring the glares and snickers of onlookers just trying to enjoy their meal.

————

[12:30 PM the next day]

“She should be here in a few minutes.”

Taeyong pulled out a chair from the round table for his sister.

“Great! Do you think she’ll like me?”

Hae-Ju asked as she sat down in the chair.

“Of course she’ll like you!”

Taeyong waved over the waiter.

“Coffee.”

The waiter quickly nodded and went to the kitchen.

“It doesn’t hurt to say ‘please.’” Hae-Ju scolded Taeyong for his abruptness.

She should’ve been used to it by now, but politeness was one thing he did not take from their father.

“Why say please when I could just say what I want?” He shrugged his shoulders.

Hae-Ju shook her head and was about to respond when her mouth dropped. She watched as a slim lady with long black hair approached the table. She was incredibly beautiful and radiant, like a model in the flesh.

Taeyong was confused and turned to see what she was looking at.

It was her.

The woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. The woman he would claim his love for.

He stood up and pulled the third chair at the table out for her to sit on.

She smiled widely as Hae-Ju stared in disbelief.

“Hae-Ju...” Taeyong chuckled at the sight of his star-stricken sister.

“This is..”

“Xena..It’s so nice to meet you Hae-Ju.” Xena smiled widely and shook her hand while bowing.

[peqachy]

My Roses Bloom Only For You

[Dream x Hanahaki! Reader]

[Summary]

Reader and Dream have been online friends for years, seven to be exact, and now Reader is starting to realize they like Dream more than that. However, as Dream’s closest friend, they know he is infatuated with fellow Youtuber GeorgeNotFound. At first, they were fine with it...until the flowers started appearing.

[TW!]

Angst, blood, and suicide

I chuckle to myself as I listen to my friends argue amongst themselves about who the impostor is. Lucky for me, the stinging pain I usually felt in my lungs and throat are being kept at bay with pain meds, or else I’d be coughing my brains out right now. It isn’t until I hear my username get called that I come into the conversation.

“I was with Dream. We walked up from O2 to security where I sat on guard while he did wires. When he was done, we checked cameras and only briefly saw Geroge before he was murked off screen,” I explained, it was a lie since I was on the other side of the map killing Sapnap while he did Simon Says, but I know Dream will back me up since we’re both impostors.

“I thought you were with Sapnap that round,” Karl asks, trying to catch me in a lie.

“I was for a little bit, but when he took too long on Simon Says I left to find Dream, right Dream?” a gut wrenching feeling makes me frown, a terrible sensation bubbling up my throat.

“Hm? Oh yeah, she was with me at the end of that round,” Dream covers, although it was half-hearted because he sounded rather distracted.

“If you two were really together then why did Dream not mention you during his explanation of where he was? You know, point out any witnesses who may be able to clear him as innocent? Sounds kinda sus to me,” Mr. Beast interjects, making a very good point.

Damit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I thought, struggling to keep down a cough.

“No, she really was with me, it just slipped my mind to mention she was there,” Dream defends, sounding more into it than he was before.

My heart clenched, jealousy pooling in my stomach. I know who has you distracted, I just wish I didn’t. I thought bitterly, voting for who is “sus” before remaining AFK in the meeting room. Getting up from my chair, I left to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Thankfully, I’m not streaming right now so I can just get up and leave when I need to, but I can’t shake the feeling in my throat. I know I should get the surgery, but I don’t want to lose my feeling for Clay. He’s played such a huge part in my life up until now, I can’t bear to see that change just because of me. Warm tears slid down my reddened cheeks, the thought of dying because I love someone being one of the most terrifying thoughts I’ve had in a long time, but it paled in comparison to the thought of leaving everyone behind because of how stubborn I am.

Before I can walk away from the counter with a premade smoothie, I begin to feel it. The itching feeling in my throat, the difficulty it’s becoming to breathe. I’m about to cough. Thinking quickly, I set my glass down on the counter so I wouldn’t drop it and get glass in my foot again. Finally, after trying to repress it, I start to hack and cough, blood sprinkling the surface of my counter and lips. This lasts for a minute or two before I begin to gag, the flower pushing past my unverla to pool into my mouth. Spitting out what I hoped wasn’t a white rose, I sigh when I see red speckled pearl white petals in the palm of my hand. I don’t have much longer. I thought walking back to my room after cleaning up the blood and tossing the rose in the bin. I’ll call him later. I assure myself, continuing to play Among Us with my friends like nothing’s wrong.

It’s been a few hours since I had my coughing fit, my ability to breath getting painfully low. I had already left the discord call after telling everyone goodnight and how much I love them. Of course, they have no idea what’s going to happen so their responses were a mix of confusion and cheerfulness. Laying on my back in my bed, I dial up his number. It rings and rings and rings, but he doesn’t answer. He must still be streaming. I’ll leave him a message.

“Hey Clay, it’s Y/n, um, I called but you didn’t answer so I guess I’m just going to leave you a message. I...don’t know how much longer I have left so I’ll make this short, sweet, and simple. Clay, you are my best friend, you know this, and I know I tell you everything but I’ve kept a secret from you...I love you Clay. I love you more than anything else in this world, more than myself,” for a reason I can’t explain, I laugh at what I said, “It’s hilarious right? Me loving you and you loving George? Actually, that sounds very sad...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I...just didn’t want you to feel like you needed to love me to stop me from dying, but hey! Keep your head up! You have so many friends who love and care about you, so don’t you dare let me drag you down, okay? Goodbye Clay, I hope things work out between you and George.”

The silence of my room is deafening. This isn’t how I wanted this to end. I wanted to at least hear his voice once more before I died, but life is just too cruel for that to happen. Feeling my lungs constrict around the flowers and thorns within them I start to weep. Then I began to sob, the searing pain I had been avoiding with pain medication had finally caught up to me. This is it, this is how I die. A lovesick fool who fell in love with their best friend in the whole world. How tragic. I thought as I reached for the melatonin on my nightstand, preparing to rid myself of this agony with an eternal slumber.

Opening the container, I stuff as many pills as I could swallow into my mouth before laying back and trying to relax. It hurt to die this way, I knew this very much from the stories I had read online, but I also knew that 95% of the people who got the surgery regretted it within the first few months. Someone even said “He used to be so vibrant and bold, like neon colors on a black background, but now he’s just here. Our friendship is still there, but it’s just not the same. There’s a new distance between us that gets larger and larger the more I try to fill the void in my chest. Despite being married with two kids, I still wish I hadn’t agreed to get the surgery because death would be much better than living with emptiness in my chest.” and that scared me more than losing my life. Clay is my life, there is no me without him, and I always assumed it was the same for him, but I guess that just isn’t true.

My vision fades, my eyes closing from the heavy weights within them. Oh Clay, why couldn’t I be the one you loved?

lDream’s P.O.Vl

Hearing my ringtone from deep in my slumber, I go to answer it, but it suddenly goes off despite me having answered. Putting my phone to my ear I hear the saddest voice speaking on the other end of the line. I knew who it was the moment they referred to me as Clay. Why is Y/n calling me this late at night? I thought, sitting up in my bed with a bad feeling in my stomach. After listening to a bit more of the message, I immediately shove on my shoes and bolt out of my house. Hanging up on my end of the line I hurriedly redial Y/n’s number with the hope that she answers, but the line just continues to ring. Hundreds of thoughts run through my mind, but none could answer the question of why this was happening. She was just fine a few hours ago! What changed?

Slamming open the door to her house, I run straight to her bedroom, praying she hasn’t done anything stupid. However, every thought I had on the way here comes crashing down as soon as I see her. She is laying flat on her back in her bed, a bottle of pills spilled next to her. If it wasn’t for the bright white rose that had bloomed out of her mouth, I would have thought she was sleeping, but the grim truth is that is not the case. Stumbling over my own feet as I walk towards her, I begin to sob. How could I not when seeing the girl I love lying on her deathbed because of me?

“Y/n, I’m so sorry...I wish I could have saved you…” I sob out to her, holding her chilled hand in my warm one, “I should have just manned up and told you that...that I love you.”

[cdelphiki]

Tim should have seen it coming.

He kicks himself, now, for turning a blind eye to it, because all the evidence was there.  

Bruce had been progressively more violent with Dick.  Dick tried to hide it, of course, to keep that from his ‘little brothers,’ but Tim wasn’t stupid.  

Then there was that whole Jason thing.

He should have seen it coming.

Bruce’s mental state had been deteriorating, and he was doing nothing to help himself.  And clearly, he would not accept anyone’s help.  Not even from those he claimed to love.

The seconds ticked by, Tim lying on the ground, propped up on one elbow as his other hand felt at the quickly swelling spot on his jaw.  

The others were silent.  In shock, Tim assumed.  He would be, too, if he didn’t know Bruce so well.  If he couldn’t see Bruce for who he was, and not what everyone wanted him to be. Like he said, he should have seen it coming.

“Father,” Damian finally said.  Quietly.  Almost like a whisper, spoken in horror, and Tim really regretted not anticipating this.  Because as much of a shit Damian was, he didn’t deserve this.  Didn’t deserve an abusive father on top of everything else in life.

Bruce, at least, looked a little surprised with himself.  But not enough for Tim to take it as an apology.  No.  Tim wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to accept an apology from Bruce for this.

And actually, Tim was quite done with all of this.  Quite done with Bruce.  

“That was uncalled for,” Duke said, shifting from one foot to the other, while the others seems to come out of their stupor.

Tim pushed himself up to a sitting position and Barbara and Damian walked over and knelt by his side, Babs inspecting his face while Damian just looked on, no emotions registering on his face at all.

“Leave,” Cass said, putting herself between Bruce and Tim, acting like she’d protect Tim from further attack. There would be no further attack, Tim knew, but it was a sweet sentiment, regardless.

“I called you all here,” Bruce started, just to have Damian cut him off, who stood to face his father.

“-and then you attacked Tim unprovoked.  We’re done here.”

The way Bruce’s face twitched caused Tim to grab Damian’s arm and pull him back, away from Bruce.  Not that Cass would have let Bruce step any closer.

“I swear to God, Bruce,” Tim said, brushing Barbara’s hands away from his face as he stood, “just leave.”

“Tim.  Tim, I-”

“Leave,” the lot of them chorused, none of them particularly interested in listening to anything Bruce had to say.  Especially not a half baked ‘apology’ he was only spewing to get them all to help him with Bane.  Or whatever his mind had cooked up.

Bruce got the message and gripped onto his cape, throwing it dramatically as he spun on his heel and walked toward the edge of the roof.  Tim paid him no more attention.  

The girls pulled Duke a few feet away, and the four of them started whispering among themselves, leaving Tim and Damian alone, standing next to each other. 

Damian turned to face Tim and asked, “Has Father ever….” But trailed off, frowning at Tim’s jaw.

“Do you have some place to stay?”  Tim asked, rolling his shoulders, preparing to run and jump off the roof.  To go back to his team and away from Gotham.

“The Titans,” Damian said, nodding.

“Good,” Tim pulled out his grapple and looked back down at Damian, “Clark would let you stay with him, too.  If you asked.  Or me, but you’d have to be nice to my team.”

All Damian did was frown harder, so Tim stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Damian finally rose his gaze to Tim’s eyes, and away from his jaw, and asked in probably the sweetest, saddest voice Tim had ever heard, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tim rubbed at his jaw and winced at the tenderness.  It was going to bruise so bad.  At least it didn’t feel broken. Trying to explain that to his team… “I’ve had worse.

“But it was Father,” Damian said lowly, quietly.  Like the words themselves.  The very idea was painful to acknowledge.

Tim wrapped his arm around and pulled Damian in for a hug.  Their first hug, he realized.

“Is there something wrong with him?” Damian whispered, wrapping his own arms around Tim’s waist.

“He’s broken and hurting.  I wish I could say he’s been drugged, or brainwashed, or something.  But it’s not like this is the first time he’s….” 

“He’s hit you before?” Damian cried, pulling away and looking up at Tim in horror.

“No.  Not me.  Dick and Jason.”

“He hasn’t….. Me.”  

“Good,” Tim said, pulling him in for another second before he let go, “Stay away from him.  He needs help, and I don’t want you getting hurt because he refuses to deal with it.  Alfred will handle it.”

“Call me if you need me, okay?” Tim said, fiddling with his grapple as he prepared to leave, “This family’s a mess, but I’m around.”

Damian nodded solemnly, but smiled slightly when he said, “Perhaps the Titans and your team could work together sometime.”

“Yeah,” Tim said with a grin, “That’d be fun.  Later, Robin.”  Tim turned and ran toward the edge of the roof.  

Just before he jumped, he heard Damian holler, “Goodbye, Robin.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #275

i’m anxious and my head is hectic so i can’t think of a single song lyric to put here lmao

Have you ever dated anybody online? Yes, but we met up in person for a week+ at a time multiple times. Ever been stalked? No. Ever stalked someone? No. I never got to that point with him because shit’s creepy. Have you ever been called a slut, hoe, skank, whore? Only playfully by close friends because that’s how we show affection sometimes lmao. Have you ever snuck out before? No. Do you eat meat? I wish I didn’t, but I do. If so, do you like meat? Yes. If not, do you have anything against people who eat meat? N/A Have you ever gotten a manicure or pedicure? I went with my old friend and sisters on rare occasions just to hang out. Have you ever been close to getting kidnapped? Jc no, thank fuck. HAVE you ever been kidnapped? No. I’d be so goddamn terrified. Do you listen to Lykke Li? Never heard of ‘em. Have you ever self-harmed? Yes. Do you have any eating disorders? No. Have you ever met a celebrity? No. Do you like Monster Energy or do you prefer other energy drinks? Astonishingly with how much I love soda, I am nooot an energy drink fan. They taste like straight-up poison. Describe the best day of your life? I don’t really know what that would be. About how many times a week do you skip class or just school in general? When I was in school, I’d fake sick as a kid rarely, then in high school I had quite a few mental health days. College, too. Have you ever been suspended from school? No. Have you ever been expelled? No. Do you role-play? Only on designated forums and in serious stories. I need substance behind it. Irl, sexual, and pretty much any other RP doesn’t interest me. Do you watch Degrassi? I never did, no. What is one of the saddest novels you’ve ever read in your lifetime? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. Jesus fucking Christ. Orbit or 5 Gum? Honestly can’t even remember their tastes… but I THINK I preferred the latter. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No. How bad are your hangovers? I’ve never had one. Do you think Taco Bell is nasty? No. Do you have a jacuzzi? Definitely not. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what was the cause of it? No. Do you think vegans/vegetarians look down on people who choose to eat animal products? That’s a very generalizing statement… You can’t say that of them all. Some absolutely do, others don’t. Do your friendships tend to last a long time or are they short-lived? Definitely the former. Name the best and worst things about your current or most recent relationship. The best thing was absolutely that I felt accepted for entirely who I was, like I needed to hide not a single thing. The worst thing was easily distance. Fuck distance. How are you? Aggravated at a lot of things. What part of your body are you most insecure about? Absolutely my stomach. What’s one food you would be surprised to hear that someone doesn’t like? Chocolate. I mean I know at least one person who doesn’t, but boy does it catch you off-guard. Do you think your voice is higher or lower than average? It’s definitely lower than the average woman’s. Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? Oh, loads! I couldn’t even begin to list them all. Is there any food in your bedroom? No. Do you know anyone who has road rage? MY YOUNGER SISTER. GOOD LORD. Riding with her is always a trip. How far away do your grandparents live from you? My only (barely) living one is in New York with family, probably until she dies. It’s like ten hours away. What kinds of cereal are in the cupboard? We have chocolate Special K, Honey Nut Cheerios, a Food Lion rip-off of Rice Krispies, and… maybe one more? Is your mom a big health freak or your dad? Or neither? Neither, really. Given her cancer, high blood sugar, and diabetes though, Mom is much more conscious of what she eats. Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? Not that I’m aware of. What kinds of chips are in the cupboards? We don’t have any. Mom and I try to keep snack foods out of the house because we know ourselves well enough to know we WILL eat them too fast. Do you have your mom’s or dad’s hair? Absolutely my mom’s. It’s thick as hell like hers was. What’s the first thing you see when you walk into your bedroom? Probably my massive Nightmare Before Christmas poster above my bed. Do you have any friends who have naturally red hair? Yes. Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Yep. I’m never going to forget my first band teacher; he was a real comedian with a massive heart. We all adored him and got so excited when he would come back to substitute if our instructor had to miss and he was able to come. Oddly enough, I don’t remember his name… When’s the last time you wore heels? Oh Christ. Maybe Ashley’s wedding? Did I even wear heels? Do you have your mom’s or dad’s eyes? Neither. What’s the best date movie? I am such an average white bitch in how my answer to this will always and vehemently be The Notebook. How long has your current best friend been your best friend? Around three years. Have your parents ever been out of the country? No. Do you swear and yell while playing video games? No. I might curse under my breath. Is there any alcohol in the fridge? Oh I WISH. Do your pets chase after bugs? YUP. Roman loves hunting flies. When’s the last time you were so excited you couldn’t sleep? Why? Excited? Probably not since I was going to see Sara. I don’t know. What is your mom’s favorite movie? Oh shit, good question. How much older is your dad then you? Don’t make me math, please. 30-something years. Do you have any relatives who really spoil you? No. Do you know anyone who has security cameras in their house? Probably. What was the last movie to make you cry? No clue. Has anyone you know ever pulled the fire alarm in school, joking around? I think so? Who was the main character in the last book you read? Starflight. Is the last person you said goodbye to single? No, he’s married to my sister. Who are the last people you saw kiss? Like romantically/on the lips? Ummm probably a couple on Facebook or something. Have you ever posted a fan fiction on a website? No. Do you ever fantasize about your future wedding? Who’s the bride/groom? Not anymore. Do you have any relatives who are expecting a baby really soon? No. My high school friend did just announce she’s pregnant with her second child though. When you get married, who will be the maid of honor/best man? My mom. Does your best friend get along with their parents? Yes, they’re fantastic. Have you ever been in a wedding? What were you? Yes; I was the hideous bridesmaid that just cried all through my sister’s wedding. That was a fucking nightmare. Does it matter to you what kind of shampoo you use? I don’t really care, no. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? Like STUPID fuckin sensitive. Where are you the most ticklish? Don’t touch my fuckin feet. What was the last situation to upset you? It was a petty envy thing that shouldn’t have upset me, let’s move along. Have you ever had an online argument? I’ve been socially on the Internet since I was 11 and am now 24, take a guess lmao. The general subject of your last text conversation? Asking Sara for permission for something RP-related. What is just down the hall from where you’re located? There’s not really a hall at all; my room opens up into the living room. Do any of your friends know you fill out surveys? Well besides the online friends I have here, no. Do you like the controversial/political surveys? ”It depends on if I have enough opinions (and energy) to give good answers or not.” <<<< Exactly this. Who/What did you last spend time worrying about? Myself and my future and my newfound fear of ending up homeless and hopeless after my parents pass away because I’m a very sorry Adult™. What was the last thing you prepared in the oven? Whoa, who knows. The oven scares me, so I don’t use it myself. When were you last offered something illegal? I don’t think I ever have been, actually. Did you accept or decline that offer? N/A When was the last time that you saw fire? On the way home like a week back or something. Someone was burning stuff in their backyard. Have you ever seen somebody get shot? No. What are you listening to? “Little One” by Highly Suspect. Gorgeous song. Do you chew on your hair? Um no???? Can you talk on the phone while having the tv/radio on? No. What size are all the televisions in your house? I don’t know the measurements, but it’s a large Vizio. One of the few really nice things we got when my parents were together. Do you have health insurance? Yes. How many times have you been pulled over by the cops while driving? Zero. What is one of your favorite movie lines? I don’t know, they’re not really something I memorize. What is one thing you look forward to every day? My morning Mountain Dew lmao it’s my coffee, essentially. What is one thing you dread every day? The inevitable part where I’m bored shitless by early evening. Ever lived through a natural disaster? Lots of hurricanes. What’s the longest you’ve lived without electricity? I wanna say around two days? Maybe even three? I don’t remember. Name all the drugs you have tried: None. Name all of the alcoholic beverages you have tried? Margaritas and sangrias with different types of alcohol that I don’t know. Oh, hard lemonade. Oh yeah, wine too, which was fucking repulsive. Name all the types/brands of cigarettes you have tried: None. What is one thing you stand strongly for? Fucking TRY ME on gay rights. What does your doormat say? We don’t have one. Who was the last person you were on hold with (on the phone)? I don’t remember. Who do you know that’s had a baby recently? Ummm I don’t think any *very* recently. Do you know anyone who got married recently? Again, not very. Do you know anyone who has died recently? No. Do you change songs in the car often? I use my iPod to play over it, where I select the songs to play, so I let them play through. However, if I was actually the driver, I definitely wouldn’t; it wouldn’t really matter because I’m so terrified of driving that I need almost no radio at all. What street sign do you find totally pointless? I’m not familiar enough with them all. What drinking games have you played? None. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? Sara got me into the series. Have you received any bad or troubling news lately? Welcome to 20fuckin20, y’all. When was the last time you were relieved about something? *shrug* What about your life concerns you the most? That I’ll waste it. Is there a common thing most people seem to do without trouble, but it scares you (talking on the phone, driving, interviews, etc)? When was the last time you had to do one of these kinds of things? When I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago, I signed myself in. Yes, that sets my anxiety off because I don’t know how to Talk. When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time? Uhhhhhhhh good question. I don’t go anywhere. What is a situation that makes you feel especially confident? Talking about meerkat behavior ha ha. If you’ve moved out from home, what was the scariest thing about it? What was/is your favorite thing about it? N/A Are there any fictional characters you like even though they’re “bad” or “evil?” What qualities draw you to a character? BITCH yes. I just like charisma. For villains, I really like when there’s a *reason* they’re bad, too, and not so just for the sake of it. And I am a SUCKER for sarcastic lil shit villains. What are your thoughts on “forgiving” murderers, rapists, attackers, etc? Do you think it’s even possible to forgive these people? This is a tough question, after I looked past my initial “hell no.” Like, people change. I suppose it varies case-to-case. What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? Actually finished, Ginga Densetsu Weed. I’m sure Sara and I will keep watching Avatar: The Last Airbender next time we see each other. What is one way in which you are different from a year ago? What is one way in which you are still the same? I definitely hate myself more than I did. And that’s the problem: I haven’t developed at all in a year’s time. Is there anything you’ve promised yourself you’ll never do again? Multiple things. Do you prefer fake tanning or real tanning? I prefer not tanning at all. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? No. I’m not getting into that shit. If the person was recovered, yes, but I wouldn’t hesitate leaving if they relapsed and didn’t seek help. Sounds brutal, but I’m serious about the damage drugs do, and not just to the user. Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with? No. It’s probably best we never do again. Can you make yourself cry? I’ve never really tried, but I don’t think so. Are you ready for kids? I’ll never be. Have you ever woken up crying from a bad dream? Plenty of times. Thanks, nightmares every fucking time I sleep. Do you eat breakfast? Yes. Cannot relate to people who don’t like wtf that’s the best part of the morning. Have you ever trusted someone too much? BOY OH BOY OH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How did you get your last bruise? I don’t recall. Last time you got a text message and smiled? Idk. What was the last kid’s movie you saw? Ummmmm good question. Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? Noooo, not into it. Sounds dangerous but also just… weird to me. Like let me clean myself in peace??? Are you bitter about anything? Oh, am I. Do you use emojis? Occasionally. I’m too biased to emoticons, growing up using those every sentence, lol… but I’m starting to move towards them depending on the platform, and the ones I use are very limited. Do you have any hidden piercings? (this includes bellybuttons) No. I took my snake eyes out. Has anyone called you perfect before? *lips against mic* that was a motherfuckin lie Have you ever liked someone that was in a relationship? Yes. Have you ever gone through a period of mass weight-gain/weight-loss? What was that time like for you? Both, actually. First, mass weight-gain happened due to a medication I was on that murders metabolism + I was a bad emotional eater after the breakup, and those two don’t mix. Then, through recovery, I lost over 50 pounds in around a year from being off of that fucking medicine and my eating habits returning to normal. What’s one incident that has majorly affected your self-esteem? Was it for better, or for worse? THE BREAKUP. It made me feel like an absolute waste of space and time. Do you have a close bond with your sibling(s)? Was it always this way, or has it been better/worse? Not really, but I wish I did. Ashley and Nicole are very close, then I’m like… awkwardly on the sidelines trying to find times where I can insert myself and be a proper sister. Ash and I ARE closer than we were as kids, while it’s a harsh opposite with Nicole. We shared a room and were very close, but now I feel like she doesn’t even like me. Have you used Limewire before? Ha, yuuup… Who do you envy the most, if anyone at all? I’m uncertain about the most.

[incognitostarkbaratheon]

My final thoughts about Arya and Gendry´s relationship on the show

I know this one is long but if I don’t write it down and put it out there I’m not going to be able to snap out of it. I’m sorry if I ramble a bit.

I’ve been using Bran to justify my obvious disappointment about the GOT finale just because people around me doesn’t give a fuck about Gendry (the first problem to begin with), and despite of not being a fan of Bran as the King, it is definitely not something preventing me from sleeping.

The real reason I’m so upset about and the thing that actually ruined the ending for me is how poorly the relationship between Arya and Gendry was handled. I know he is a minor character in the show but I still feel like he was treated with little respect and Arya with little care.

Apart from Jon, and maybe the Hound, although not in the same way, Gendry is the only person Arya has managed to achieve a real connection with. Strong enough to make her consider staying with the Brotherhood longer than she planned. She was in love with Gendry back then (Maisie confirmed it), she wanted him to stay with her and even offered to be his family.

I understand they had to be separated to isolate Arya so she could go through her training but after she decided to go back to Winterfell, her arc started shifting back to focus more in the meaning of family, the importance of love, life and not being the lone wolf, which has been her motivation since the beginning of the story, finding and protecting her family. Even Nymeria refused to go with her because she already had her own pack, her own family.

When Gendry came into the picture again I thought they would be able to reconnect and build a new relationship from there as adults. But first, instead of leaving Gendry at White Harbour so he could go to Winterfell and start with the weapons while the rest travelled to King’s Landing and back, they took him with them despite the fact his presence was not necessary for the Dragon Pit sequence, I suspect to not have to worry about his character anymore for that season. That took weeks or even months of time he could have used to work in the castle and to get to know Arya again, I’m not going to even talk about character development.

By the time he finally arrived with everyone else, Arya seemed very pleased with him being there so I thought things would start going in the right direction and at first they did but then they derailed, fast.

They made Gendry proposed without any balancing scene between the sex and the proposal which made him look desperate, romantic but desperate, and felt out of character even if he was drunk. He knows her better than to ask her to be his lady instead of his family. Arya rejects him because of her list, yes, but also because of the stereotypical misconception she has about being a “lady”, misconception she should be aware of by now because she was born with the title but has never stop her from achieving or changing things. Not evolving her concept of “lady” after everything she has seen and experienced is a serious lack of character development, like she is stuck on her 11 years old mentality, with only her mother and her sister´s personalities to deduce and define what a lady is.

Despite of clearly loving Gendry back, you don’t look or kiss like that someone you don’t love, the way the scene was structured gave the impression Arya believes Gendry will take her weapons from her and force her to behave like an ornament, which is definitely not the case, Gendry would treat her as an equal and love her without imposing traditions. She knows him better than that, she should know him better than to think that. Maisie even cared enough to show Arya’s heart breaking after saying no and they darkened her face on purpose to not show her pain and make people accept the “I’m not a lady” answer as a given.

At first I wasn’t that worried because it could easily be fixed by an additional scene. Either Gendry explaining he wasn’t expecting Arya to behave like a traditional lady and what he wanted was for her to be his family, or not taking the lordship to go with her. That would have solved the “lady” issue, she would feel free enough and Gendry wouldn’t have the need to deal with all the crap about politics he never wanted in the first place. Not to mention Arya’s last chat with the Hound would make more sense.

Instead, Gendry disappeared completely until the last episode and despite of having plenty of time for walking, brooding and pushing chairs, the episode didn’t give Arya and Gendry the chance to talk for just a moment, not even a goodbye, Arya just leaves. That also sent Arya’s character development straight to the trash, all the humanity she got back with her interactions and intimacy with Gendry and all the plot about the importance of family and not being alone she gained in general during the whole series and particularly the last two seasons disappeared, because apparently if you are a badass you are clearly not worthy of love in your life, romantic or from family.

In the end it came across as if they didn’t care about each other at all. Gendry for not insisting or trying to fix the situation in any way and looking like he indeed cared about the lordship more than he cared about Arya despite of saying “I love you and none of it will be worth anything if you’re not with me” in the previous scene.

Arya because she looked like she only used Gendry. First lured him to make her a weapon that she used only for a minute and then lost, and then as a sex toy. They made Arya look like an asshole regarding Gendry when that’s not how she feels about him in the slightest. She didn’t even properly acknowledge him at the final council and then she leaves, alone, as if he was nothing to her, following a line she said in season 6 to distract Lady Crane from making more uncomfortable questions and has never been mentioned again, that idea doesn't even exist in the books.

Gendry is there just to say “aye” and I hear people saying that he is sure a Baratheon for not getting the Stark girl, but you know what is the saddest thing about that? If parallels with Robert are meant to go that far, Gendry is condemned to a life of misery and loneliness despite of being surrounded by wealth and people, when the only thing he has always wanted is a family. That is beyond infuriating.

I know in the books the existence of Edric Storm will most likely change Gendry’s fate, I’m counting on it and I'm still hoping Arya and Gendry as a couple benefit by any changes made due to Edric's individual plot, but seeing how little the show and people in general cared about Gendry and how diminished he was as a character (which even Joe was bothered about), along with the lack of interest of Arya made me not just sad but angry. I still can´t look at Arya’s ship leaving without being irritated, especially because most people think being completely alone, again, and for who knows how long was such a nice ending for her.

My only hope on this mess is that George sees it on a similar way and gives Arya and Gendry more credit as characters with more than just one note, not just an assassin, not just a blacksmith. Love is not a weakness George, you can have independence and strength and still be entitled to love, and just because you are not a main character it doesn't mean you don't deserve the love of a main character. Showing loneliness as the only way gives the wrong message.

[teampandawang]

Too Stubborn For Love | Part VII

By: Mow

Genre: Angst // Fluff

Pairing: Jeonghan X Reader

Description: After ups and downs, after having each other for so long, would a title weight more than what you really feel? This is what Y/N asks Jeonghan, but the decision is his.

A/N: Hello again, guys! I’m back with the updates. I’ve made a couple post apologizing for how late this is, but I wanted to tell you once again. I’ll try my best for not letting this happened again, and I’m confident that I’ll succeed. Thank you all for waiting there for me and for the series. Love you all. I’ll be back soon.  

"Really?" That was totally unexpected. Jeonghan had not put a foot on your apartment since the last time you were together. For him, it had been so long that it felt like your place, which once could have been called his home too, was now too far away, that he was just another stranger to it. 

"I mean... it's more private and easier." You said hesitant, searching inside of you why you invited him there.

"If you're okay with it, then it's perfect." Jeonghan replied with undertones of hope in his sweet voice.

"I am." The truth was that your hands were sweating so much that you thought you would get dehydrated.

The walk to your house was silent, both of you had your heads lowered down, not knowing how to start a trivial conversation in those circumstances. It was a different type of silence. With him, you had experienced the comfortable ones, the supporting ones, the awkward ones, but now you were feeling anxious. It was an empty silence, the one you feel with someone you used to know, but you no longer feel like you do. That one uncomfortable feeling of having by your side the person who got to know you the most, but longer does. It was the emptiness left by the broken trust.

'Damn it,' Your hands were shaking so bad that it was the third time you failed to put the keys in the lock of the door. You could feel the heat coloring your cheeks in embarrassment, knowing very well that you had just exposed yourself on how much he was affecting you. 

"You need help with that?" He asked softly, approaching the door and taking the keys out of your hand carefully. 

While his hand moved closer to yours, you waited for his touch, inhaling deeply. It had been too long without the tingling of his skin brushing against yours, and thinking about it, you felt odd being in such a state; standing nervously for a light contact with him when countless of times you felt every inch he had clothed, when you could perfectly draw him entirely. But now it was a weird move, it was a foreign feeling, and it all was covered by the forgotten anticipation you used to feel at the beginning.

But the climax of your expectation never came.

His fingers surrounded your keys skillfully, taking them from you without even one-centimeter of him directly on you. The absence of the cold iron was all it was there for you to feel. 

Jeonghan’s breath was also trapped inside his lungs, afraid of mistakenly moving to a place you didn’t want him to, and, while his hands struggled to open your stubborn old door, he remembered the one time he felt that same way. 

The first time you were together was not like the movies painted it for him, and, funny enough, it felt also like his very first time. Of course, it was not, but the experience he had with you was unique. So one-of-a-kind that he thought it was a disrespect from him to not count you as his first. 

You know how some says that the first love does not always come in first? He had wandered around that statement countless of nights, asking the insides of his heart if that was what happened to him. 

After that one night where all started, Jeonghan could not help but come again and again to you, not just for sex, but for the story that you were, for your all being, the only one that gave him the confidence of being himself completely, and not just by pieces. 

So there is a reason why he put so much effort into not touching you, no matter how lightly or how little. 

To this point, after walking all the way to your house by your side, Jeonghan came to a conclusion. He could feel the way you were feeling, he was aware of how lost you felt with him, how unsure, and despite him feeling the ripped lace that used to connect the two of you, he was also in despair. Despair to have you back, to feel your hands around him again, to feel your head resting on his shoulder, to be able to kiss your cheek goodbye at the end of the day, but he could not do it with you feeling away. He was craving for your touch, but more importantly, he wanted you to feel the same way, and he knew you did not. 

The click of the lock opening let both of you free to breathe as you entered slowly to your apartment. The steps behind you none existent. 

“Are you not coming?” You asked confused after turning on your heels to see his figure standing shakingly below the frame. 

“I just needed your permission.” He answered with an awkward smirk on his face. His feet hesitantly walking him inside.

It was complicated for him to be there the way he was right at that moment. His heart was urgent to walk to your bedroom, to lay down like if it was his own, just like he used to do before and rest there to forget all of what happened, but he had been avoiding things too long, and this was his last chance to confront them right. 

“So... why?” Your voice got to his ears through the dense atmosphere.

“Why what?” Jeonghan asked back, focusing again on you after running his gaze around your furniture. 

“Jeonghan, seriously, ask me ‘what’ one more goddamn time an I-” You started to lose your temper at his oblivious aspect. 

“I’m sorry!” He let out agitated. “I’ll tell you. Please stay calm.” He accepted cautiously, not wanting to ruin this too. You groaned in response, letting him began. “I’ve been thinking about my reaction a lot, Y/N, and the one thing I want you to believe the most is that I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know how incoherent I must sound knowing how things happened, but I...” He was full of sighs, stopping here and there to choose his words correctly. “I never wanted to hurt you, you’re the most precious person I know.”

“Then why’d you treat me like that? You know how much that hurt?” You rambled back, feeling your eyes crystalize. 

“I know.” Jeonghan lowered his head, not capable to look you in the eyes like that. “I know now how much I hurt you. You remember yesterday? When you...” He paused swallowing. “Where with that guy at our, I mean, at the park? I felt so angry after hearing his voice, I did not think straight and all I wanted was to run there and beat the shit out of him, maybe I would have if it weren’t for Seungcheol, probably even at the restaurant, and that would have been even worse, right?” He smirked sadly at himself, ashamed for his behavior but willing to let you know everything. You were about to say something but he just continued. “I wanted to stop you, not hurt you, but I get that’s exactly what I did, and when you hung up on me I felt so lonely...” He paused again, a hand running through his hair. “I was going to say that you don’t know how lonely but I’m pretty sure I’ve made you feel that before, haven’t I?” Sighs again, deeper a longer than before. “I’m so sorry.” 

“What’d you mean ‘at the restaurant’?” You asked confused. 

“Oh...” Jeonghan’s cheeks heated, embarrassed to let you know about it. “Well, uhm, I saw you with him at the restaurant. The guys and I were there eating.” He kept looking at everything in your house but you, trying to deal with his nerves.

“Oh.” You let out surprised. You did not see them there, and you started to feel too self-aware of what your actions with Mark might have been.

“Yeah, I-” He groaned softly. “I saw you the entire night. I know how creepy that must sound but what else can I lose? I was mad the whole time, fighting myself between walking there or staying in my seat, I think there I made the right choice, at least for once. Also, I saw you were having a good time, did you?” Jeonghan’s eyes were watery too, looking at you with the saddest expression you could recall, waiting for an answer he already knew. 

“Yes, I did.” You said softly, avoiding his gaze before he lowered it down again. 

“I’m glad, you deserve it.” He whispered, full of sincerity. 

“Jeonghan, you still haven’t told me. When I told you what I wanted weeks ago, why did you treat me like that? And now I’m even more confused, why are you so angry about Mark?” You asked talking fast, wanting the answer for all the questions you had. And you noticed how Jeonghan’s brows furrowed at the mention of your friend's name. 

He sat there in silence for an entire minute, debating with himself if telling you everything now was appropriate, but with short realization, he repeated himself that there was nothing else he could try but to tell you the truth.