#He's sad about the passing of his parents and he's hurt and angry because Jay has chosen to show his face NOW in this moment

[duusheen]

The funeral

[enhadiares]

A bully yandere enhypen reaction/headcannon-if in need of an reaction from that, yandere bully enhypen reaction to you crying because of something that they did

Yandere Enhypen reaction to them bullying you and you crying.

(Disclaimer: I do not condone this behaviour. This is just imagination and none of the members are like this)

༉ Pairing: Enhypen x reader

༉ Genre: Yandere

༉ Warning: Cussing,threats,Yandere behaviour,slight violence.

✧a/n: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it.

Heeseung

Yes he bullies you because he likes you. He makes sure that it doesn't go too far tho. But guess he didn't control himself today.His blood was boiling after seeing you so close with the schools nerd- Jake sorry Jake . You were sitting so close to him , laughing and giggling . He didn't like it one bit so when you were at your lockers- he pinned to you the wall and punched the locked beside him so hard That the locker had a dent in it. His eyes filled with rage , he then yelled "what were you doing with that nerd". His yell and the bang was too loud and the aggression he was showing made you cry. His eyes soften ever so slightly and he realised that he made you cry - which he didn't mean to.

Jay

Bullies you to show everyone That you are his property. No remorse. Punched your guy friend because he was getting close to you. And threatened you to stay away from everyone. Every one feared him and didn't dare to come close to you as well. This made you feel lonely and sad. Seeing everyone ignore you just because of jay and his bullying wasn't helping either. You couldn't handle it anymore and broke down Infront of him , he told you to stop crying and suck it up because you are his and he can do whatever he wants and you have to handle it.

Jake

Jake did bully you but never physically. He bullied you so your attention was on him . He always flirted with you aswell. When you were in the class, he threw a paper at the teacher and when the teacher asked who did it. He pointed at you. The teacher didn't let you speak and said,"y/n I didn't expect this from you, detention". Being the good student you were, this made you sad that the teacher scolded you and even gave you detention for something you didn't even do. The next day same thing happened and the teacher threatened you that your parents will be called. You were so scared and started crying in detention and when Jake saw you , his heart hurt and was filled with guilt.

Sunghoon

he never leaves you alone. He bullies you , mentally and physically. He steals your books, phone - then insults you and your looks. It does hurt but you can't do anything about it. One day you were walking and he tripped you and because you were in the halls near the lockers , you banged your head hard on it . Blood started to come out and it hurt so baad. You couldn't control the tears that were flowing out. After seeing this sunghoon quickly came to you , pick you and take you to the infirmary. You almost passed out . He didn't meant it to happen , he was just messing around but seeing the blood and hearing your cries made him feel guilty.

Sunoo

This guy is so sassy and manipulative. He would manipulate everyone into thinking that you aren't good so no one talks to you . You were confused to why everyone was giving you dirty looks and were also ignoring you. When you got to know about the rumors sunoo spread, you were so and at him so you went up to him when his friends left and yelled at him to tell you the reason to why he spread those rumors. When he saw you , he smiled at you and came near you - to say you were scared was an understatement. He was smiling creepily and was caressing your cheeks, he said " ohh love , I did that so no one comes near you cuz no one is allowed to be near you but me. You only need me." That made you cry angry tears.

Jungwon

He was smart, yes he was but if you are here to do his homework why should he. He made you do every single homework and project he got doesn't matter if you have too much work load. He does this so he could be with you in the library all day until you finish. He gets a decent amount of time to stare at you and take in your every feature and habit.

But one day when he came to give you his homework , you started crying because the work load and stress was alot and it was practically eating your brain out. He told you to be calm and take a break , but you still gotta do his work so he can stare at you.

Niki

He bullied you to so you and everyone knows that you are only his and no one can come near you but him. So when he saw a guy sitting with you , all he could see was red. He straight up went to you, took your wrist harshly and took you to an empty classroom. He threw you on the empty bench and locked the door. He was staring at you so intensely that it mad you shiver. He slowly came up to you saying in a dangerously low voice "you like disobeying me, don't you". You stuttered but told him that you were just helping the guy with his work. Niki chuckled and said "did I ask what you were doing with that loser" , "all I know is that you are supposed to talk to me and me only" "you are mine y/n"he yelled and started to aggressively shake your shoulders. That made you so scared and tears started rolling down your eyes because his grip was firm and it was hurting. He pulled his arm back and said " don't go near him again or he won't be alive"

Kkeut

[midnight-dreamerness]

Savior

Chapter 2: Finding Strength

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: you finally have had enough and you find the strength to escape

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: mentions of death, acts.mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

word count: 2.1k

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Quitting the job you love was really hard. After your brother died you got back together with Kade after a short break in the relationship, you moved in with him. You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and it only got worse when Danny, your brother, died while overseas.

You walked into the apartment, your head bowed trying to hide the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. He’s already home, you saw his car in his usual spot in the parking garage when you pulled in. You could also make out the sound of the tv playing in the living room.

You headed towards the bedroom until he called your name, making you turn and slowly make your way into the living room.

“Did you do it?”

There are empty beer bottles everywhere along with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. You sighed but nodded nonetheless, playing with the hem of your blouse.

“Good. Start cleaning. This place is a mess.”

And you did what he said, all day. He made you scrub the floor down with a scrubbing brush. You had to clean every inch of the apartment, while picking up the trash he left behind him all day. When night came, you had officially cleaned everything and cooked him dinner. You sat down at the table, ready to eat after not having breakfast or lunch all day.

“What are you doing? You think you deserve to eat? No. You're going to sit there and think about what you did.”

With sad eyes and an ache in your stomach, you didn’t fuss. You didn’t even say a word. You didn’t want him to see you cry so you held it in as much as you could. You hold back sobs, it creates a burning feeling in your chest and throat.

After you got home yesterday, Kade had been enraged. Accused you of cheating, he didn’t even mention you telling Jay about the abuse. It was worse because it was Jay. He knew your background, and how you fell in love with him when you were younger. Last night's memories were fuzzy after that. All you can remember was the agonizing pain and the god awful headache you had after he slammed your head against the kitchen counter. Kade has made you quit your job, you weren’t sure why.

Kade wipes his mouth with a cloth once he’s finished eating. “I try to be nice to you. But you test me. Every single day, you test me.” He stands from his seat at the table, coming closer and closer to you. You look up at him pleading with your eyes.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Get up.”

You do as you're told and stand up. He roughly grabs your arms, dragging you down the hall. You think he’s heading towards the bedroom but he stops at the hallway bathroom. He opens it and tosses me inside.

“This is your new room now. You should get comfortable,” he snarls. You're on the ground now, groaning. He takes the chance and shoves his foot into your chest.

When will it stop! When is enough, enough for him? Why am I not good enough? What did I do that made him so violent?

These things run through your head as he continues his abuse. Pain and suffering, blood and tears are things you have gotten used to.

It’s an hour later when he stops, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stares down at you in disgust. You look at him weakly and in pain. You're almost positive you need medical attention, but you say nothing.

“Cheating whore,” he spits. With one final look, he’s gone. The sound of the kick in the bathroom door clicking, only making more tears pool in your eyes.

What has my life come to? When did it get this bad? How did I let it get this bad?

The bathroom floor was ice cold, even with a towel laid underneath you, you were still freezing. You know he bumped the temperature down, torturing you even when he wasn’t at home. You twirled the card between your fingers. His name sticking out along with his number.

Deceive Hay Halstead.

You remember fourteen year old you, rushing into your brothers room where he and Jay were playing video games. You remember how excited you were when you told the both of them you got the lead role in your dance group.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jay had exclaimed.

You wondered if he would be proud of you now.

Would he?

There’s so much history between you and Jay, a lot of things your brother never knew about, and now he never will.

It’s been days since you saw him. You can still see his smile and his perfect white teeth as he spoke to you. You can still feel his body against yours from that day he had you against the wall.

You should’ve told him. You're filled with regret. He could’ve helped you get out.

I wouldn’t be in this stupid bathroom if I had agreed to let him help me.

You could’ve called him the day he made you quit your job. You could’ve driven off, anywhere. Somewhere, where Kade couldn’t find you.

Yet, here you are. You have a few - a lot - new bruises that have replaced the old ones. There’s still a harsh pain in your chest and your stomach from not having eaten in days. You know it’s been at least a week.

He comes and goes. Sometimes you can hear giggles pass down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Then…you can hear him pleasing other women in your bed. The ones he would love you on, on good days.

But no…he is with other women while the woman he should be with is withering away down the hall.

You didn’t scream, you should’ve. You know that now. You were scared he would kill you or those girls. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something happened to them because of you and your stupidity.

So you sucked it up.

It’s been two weeks. Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. You recall the rage burning like fire in his eyes. He was angry, more than usual. Something must’ve happened. Either way, there’s no excuse for what he did.

The cuts along your back sting like hell. You begged him to stop, and it was a mistake. You should’ve let him beat you till it was out of his system for the night. If it’s even possible, he got angrier. He threw you into the bathroom counter, your back crashing into the mirror, causing it to shatter agains you. Your thigh had hit the faucet, creating a huge bruise on the back of it, but nothing hurt worse than the pain in your heart.

“Pathetic slut,” he snapped before walking out, locking the door behind him.

You sit on the floor only a day later, staring at yourself through the glossy flooring. A large shard of glass sat next to you, your eyes wander to it ever so often. It tempts you. Taunts you like a clear voice in your head.

“Do it.” It would say.

Then you would hear the sound of his voice. Familiar, warm, and inviting. Your heart aches. You miss him.

You can see him at the elevator, waiting for it to open while he looks at you.

“You’re strong. Remember that.”

You wonder why you pushed him away. Why you don’t let yourself trust the one man, that still lives, that would never hurt you.

A sob racks through your body as you pick up the large piece of the mirror and throw it across the room. An aggravated scream leaves you as you stand up with trembling legs.

How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I ask for help? The abuse has gone on for three years.

Your throughts were only “why” and “what if’s.”

He’s taken everything from you. Ripped you from your friends, your old life. You didn’t even notice at the time. You just needed someone. You followed him blindly. He told you you only needed him. Nothing - no one else.

I lost myself trying to please him.

You decided you're done letting him win. You're done letting him control your life. Your choices were dying here in this bathroom helplessly, or die trying to get out. You chose the latter.

You searched around the room in a haste, looking for anything to break the doorknob off. Your eyes trained on the top of the toilet. You take it off, arms falling at the weight. You are weak from the two weeks with no food, but you still find it in yourself to raise it over your head and lm it down in the knob.

You weren’t sure the exact time, but Kade would be home soon. So you knew you had to hurry

One hit didn’t seem to do it, so you raise it again and with a grunt, you use all your strength to slam it back down again. Your mouth falls open in surprise when the knob falls to the floor with a loud clanking noise.

It took you a moment, but you dropped the lid and rushed out of the bathroom. You made your way to the home phone, picking it up with shaky hands.

You're hit with a wave of dizziness, but you still dial the number you now know by heart. You were filled with hope when he answered after a couple of rings.

“Halstead.”

“JJ?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a second, but soon he repeats your name.

“I want out. P-Please help me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you pathetically spike.

“Address. I need an address.”

The sound of the front door unlocking catches your attention. Your body goes ridged, frozen in place.

Jay repeats your name a couple of times.

“No. No,” you mutter as you begin to back away.

“Hey! What’s going on? I need an address, sweetheart.”

You somehow manage to tell him the address with a, “please hurry,” at the end. You hang up, throwing the phone to the side. You're filled with dread as Kade stumbles into the room, pulling at his tie. You're starting to regret what you just did.

Kade narrows his eyes, ripping his tie from his neck.

“How the hell did you get out?”

He stalks towards you, and although your first instinct is to run, you stay put. You're done taking the abuse.

“I’m done, Kade. We’re done.” You stand your ground, head held high and a new found confidence in your words. He laughs. It’s evil and sickening.

“We’re done? I say when we’re done!” He exclaims, his hand rising and connecting with your face before you had the chance to move. You fall to the floor from the power of the slap. Although you act confident and strong, you're weak. Two weeks without food would be the cause. It didn’t help that you were still in pain from the most recent beating.

You let out a cry as he pulls your hair back with a huff. “When will you learn?” He asked, pulling your head back so you were facing him.

“You look pathetic,” he laughs. You're slapped in the face once more before being dragged towards the kitchen by your throat. You grabbed at him, your instincts kicking in.

“God, your stupid,” he spat, shoving you into the table. Your eyes widen as you feel your skirt, the same one you’ve worn for two weeks now, being pulled around your hips. You felt hopeless now. You only hoped Jay would be here soon.

“At least you're good for something.” You heard him mutter before the sound of his zipper being undone filled your ears. You clamped your legs together and attempted to move, but it was no use. He overpowered you easily. You cried softly as he moved closer and held you down with a deadly grip on your bruised and cut back.

There’s a knock on the door that paused Kade’s actions. He hissed and pulled away, fixing himself.

“Who the hell did you call? Did you call someone?”

The look of fury in his eyes was enough to have you cowering in fear. A scream rips from your throat as he grabs you by your hair again.

“CPD! Open up!” You heard his familiar voice. The same voice you heard as you laid on the bathroom floor.

Kade’s grip on you tightens. “I’m going to kill you, you little bitch.”

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A/N: Small cliffhanger? Yep. Chapter 3 should be out Tusedsy! If you want added to the Saviors taglist let me know!

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 7

So, who’s ready for Gotham ft. Thana and friends? Also, Uncles Ed and John show up at the end so, look out for that.

Anyways...

Jason woke up early that next day, and he decided he was just going to have a little bit of a lie in. He smiled and pulled Damian closer, shushing him when he made a noise in protest. “I’m pretty sure the girls are going to join us in a little bit, and then Tim a little while after that.”

Just like he expected, Steph and Cass joined them in the bed not too long after he said it, and then Tim joined in a few minutes after the girls. The five of them laid in bed, everyone finding comfort in each other. No words were passed between the family, they didn’t feel the need to speak.

That’s where Dick and Wally, and their kids, found them about an hour later.

“Why weren’t we called to join the cuddle pile?” Dick pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, while Mar’i, Jay, and Iris ducked around their fathers and climbed into the bed. They, like Damian, chose a Wayne and clung to them. Mar’i clung to Tim, Iris clung to Steph and Jai clung to Cass.

“There’s a nine-year-old practically asleep on my chest. My phone is on my nightstand. None of them brought their phones to my bed.” Jason whispered and carded his fingers through Damian’s hair.

Dick shot a look at Wally, Wally simply shrugged as though to say “when in Rome” before he too got into the bed.

“C’mon Dickiebird. We don’t have anything to do today. We don’t start guiding or protecting them till tomorrow.” Jason’s words were slightly slurred in his comfortable state.

Dick huffed good-naturedly before climbing into the bed with his family and the Wests.

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Tim’s phone blared from the room he’d claimed, stirring the almost completely asleep cuddle pile into wakefulness.

Jason frowned and shifted Damian from his chest to Steph’s other side. “I’ll be right back. Imma go answer Timber’s phone.” Jason slowly got out of the bed, being careful to not displace the other kids, and quietly left the room. He made his way into Tim’s room, grabbed his phone off of the night stand, and, without looking at the caller ID, answered the phone. “Timothy Jackson Drake’s phone, Jason speaking.”

“Why do you have his phone?” Bruce’s irritated voice came over the line.

“Because Tim’s in my bed asleep with most of my family and he left his phone on the nightstand next to the bed he sleeps in.” Jason’s voice didn’t change despite a grin forming on his face. “If something’s gone wrong at Wayne Enterprises, then shouldn’t you as the CEO be stepping up to solve it? And not your seventeen year old son.”

“You have no-” Bruce growled.

“I have no what? Room to care about my little brother? Right to care that my brothers and sisters would perish in your care?” Jason’s tone took on a deadly edge. “I have killed for less. I have killed to keep my son safe. I am not above maiming in the defense of those I love.” Jason hung up the phone and put it back down on the nightstand with a weighted sigh. He turned and the only indication he was surprised by Cass’s appearance was a slight widening to his eyes. “Hey Cass.”

Cass simply walked towards her brother and let herself slump against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him in her own display of thanks.

Jason simply rubbed circles into the older girl’s back. “I will not let him hurt any of you ever again. Harvey and I will fight tooth and nail if we have to, he has already given up his parental rights to Damian. You and Steph and Tim are just as much my siblings as you are my kids, well, you not so much a kid but you know what I mean.”

Cass shook with silent laughter and nodded. She patted Jason’s back and pulled back. She flashed him a smile before pulling him back to the rest of the family. 

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Jason smiled as Damian ran around the park with Mar’i, Jai and Iris. Damian hadn’t had many opportunities to open up to children his age, as there hadn’t been any in the league, and despite the fact that he was older than the other three the four of them got along fairly well. Jason watched as Dick fretted over the three younger kids, Wally stood beside him with a small affectionate grin on his face. Tim was riding a skateboard around the park, Bart keeping pace beside him. Cass sat with Kon while Steph, Cassie and Cissie chatted a few paces away from the other two.

Damian, Mar’i, Jai and Iris ran around the park, weaving around other patrons and laughing. Damian looked over his shoulder at the other three when he ran into someone.

“Are you okay? Oh I’m so sorry.” A girl, who was with the person Damian ran into, spoke with a French accent. She was significantly taller than her companion with long black hair, the bangs and tips of which were dyed purple, and copper coloured eyes. She fretted over both Damian and her friend, who Damian was finally taking in. Her friend was short, just a head or two taller than Damian, with blue eyes and short pink hair, part of which was pulled back into a spiky ponytail.

Damian nodded. “I’m fine.”

Mar’i, Jai and Iris, upon seeing Damian standing, turned and ran to get their fathers.

The taller girl nervously flicked her bangs out of her face before frowning. “Are you sure you’re okay? Alix doesn’t always look where she’s skating.”

The other girl, apparently named Alix, looked ready to comment when Dick and Wally approached.

“Are you okay Damian?” Dick’s tone was filled with concern while Wally hung back with the three other kids.

“I’m fine Uncle Dick.” Damian frowned, “where’s Baba?”

“He’s gathering the other three, then they’ll be over here.” Dick reassured his young brother/nephew.

Jason ran to his son and scooped him up. “Oh Kutlat Saghira. Are you okay?” He turned to look at the French teens and smiled. “Thank you for stopping to make sure he was fine.”

Alix’s eyes widened before nodding. “Yeah, uh, no problem.”

Juleka gave a shy smile and nodded. “It was the least we could do.”

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Thana stared at her friends, the three who had always had her back and the two newest additions to their ranks. She took a moment to thank Plagg and Tikki, without whom she may never have met her closest friends and allies. She took in her friends and the way that all of their outfits seemed to go together without being obnoxiously matchy-matchy.

Alix seemed to be vibrating in her shoes, which were custom made turtle shell patterned Heelys. She wore dark gray distressed jeans with a dark forest green racerback tank top. She had a black and red men’s flannel over her tank with a red beanie perched on the top of her head. She had a dark green turtle themed shoulder bag strapped across her back.

Nino, standing next to Alix, had similar shoes done in snake skin instead of turtle shell. He wore loose-fitting blue denim jeans with several snake related patches around the side seems, he had a gray collared shirt under a red sweatshirt. He had a black shoulder bag across his back, on the opposite side Alix’s was. He had his normal headphones around his head while he had a pair of black headphones atop his head.

Adrien wore black and white checkered vans with white socks. His pants were salmon with baby pink criss-crossing stripes covering them. He wore a baby pink sweater with a light gray fanny pack.

Chloé wore a layered yellow skirt with a pair of foxes chasing each other around her hem, her skirt was made up of a solid layer of yellow silk under two or three layers of tulle. She had a white crop top tank under a red knit cardigan. She had an orange coloured baguette purse at her side. She had black converse with black socks to finish off her outfit.

Kim wore a pair of black running shoes, with gray sweatpants and a white shirt. He had a red zippered hoodie on top of that. He had a tiny gray ox with a smaller black cat curled up on its back on the hem of his shirt.

Thana had a pair of black running shoes, with gray leggings and a white tank top. She had a red crop top hoodie made of the hoodie she’d received from Jason all those years ago with a few added panels. Her tank top had little depictions of the Vietnamese zodiac animals on her chest.

Alix smiled brighty. “So, Kiti, you’ll never guess who I ran into, almost literally, yesterday.”

Thana hummed in acknowledgement as she led the group to the elevator. “Who’d you run into Rùa?”

“Oh, just, your brother, his brother, and an assortment of children.” Alix grinned as Thana froze and turned to look at her.

“What?” Thana’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, prompting Kim to drape his arm across her shoulders while Nino settled his normal headphones around Thana’s neck.

Chloé stared at Adrien, her blue eyes seeming to stare into Adrien’s soul.

“Hey, Al, that maybe wasn’t the best thing to say when we’re trying to get to the lobby to go on a tour with the rest of our class.” Adrien attempted to gently tell her off, but it backfired.

“Whatever.” Alix slunk ahead of them into the elevator.

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Adrien looked at Alix forlornly as Alix chatted with Juleka. He knew he’d have to apologize eventually, he may have one fear as Monsieur Punaise (which was his partner) but he had two fears as Adrien Agreste, and they were disappointing his father and an angry Chloé Bourgeois. He shook his head and looked back at Chloé, who had a frown on her face as her eyes continued to scan the streets.

Nino fiddled with his phone as he kept pace a step behind Chloé but a step ahead of Thana and Kim. He looked to be fully absorbed in his phone but he was quick to pull Chloé away from the street a few moments before a car came whizzing past.

Their tour guide, a pleasant man who’d introduced himself as Richard, despite the fact that the bodyguard had snorted in response before neglecting to introduce himself, led them around Gotham. He pointed out all of the touristy destinations, while Thana mumbled what could be considered sad facts about each place.

Thana kept flicking her eyes to the bodyguard, there was only one Gothamite with the exact same build as their bodyguard with the same scars littering his cheeks and jaw. She was worrying the cuffs of her jacket sleeves when she heard the distinctive tap of her Uncle Ed’s cane. She whipped around to attempt to locate him, before seeing him and his tacky suit and her Uncle John and his equally as tacky suit approaching from behind Kim. She broke away from the group, causing the rest of her class (as well as the tour guide and bodyguard) to turn to stare at her as she threw herself into her Uncle Ed’s arms.

“Little Hood. It’s good to see you.” Her Uncle Ed held her close while Uncle John finally reached the duo.

“Hey Mini Todd.” Her Uncle John ruffled her hair before settling an arm around Ed’s shoulders.

The three reunited for a moment under the watchful eyes of the class’ bodyguard, Thana’s friends, and Marinette’s class. Kim pulled out his phone to take a picture to send to his Mẹ, because she had asked for any updates on Thana’s family situation. Nino took a picture to send to Thana, because he knew she’d want to have photographic evidence of when she reunited with her two of her uncles.

“I missed you two so much.” Thana whispered into Ed’s neck while John settled his hand on the back of Thana’s head.

“We missed you too.” John assured their niece, he knew that she’d had doubts about whether or not they had actually missed her as much as she’d missed them, and he hated her father for giving her that complex every day.

Lila let out a blood-curdling scream before appearing to tremble as she pointed at the trio. “Marinette is hugging The Riddler and Scarecrow!” Lila then proceeded to pretend to faint, luckily for her Alya was right there to catch her, unluckily for her everyone else was focused on their classmate and that fact that she appeared to have tears streaming down her cheeks.

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[calypsoff]

Fifty Eight.

I am wondering when this Chris hate train will end, we are on day two of it and honestly it’s horrible. Nobody speaks to me or cooks and my clothes seems to be in a bag not washed, Robyn hasn’t spoken to me since and I feel very terrible about myself, I do. What I did was bad, I get it but I really need them to speak to me because I didn’t mean it in a malicious way, I never intended to go out of my way and do something to upset Mel this bad. I didn’t think it would be this bad, Barry has really changed, and I’ve deleted him off everything. I can’t have that in my life when I’m in this part of my life now, my wife comes first but I don’t think she feels that way right now because I did what I did. My phone pinged in my hand; TJ has text. Tapping on his message.

TJ: Ayo bro check this

Tapping on the link he sent me, the shade room page popped up. I swear if it’s anything to do with Barry I am going to go crazy, Robyn will kill me. Reading the top caption “Chris Brown cousin has a message” I read, putting the volume up on the video of my cousin in Jail on video phone “what the fuck” I said to myself, the video played “he is a dead man if that nigga come to VA, we don’t fuck with snitch ass niggas. I don’t care who he married he think he can escape what he done to me!? You got me in here because you couldn’t shut your mouth, you dead cuz! You can pass him that message! I got him, I got something for him. He a snitch, I got my people” he punched the screen, taking in a deep breath. I didn’t know niggas could send messages like that from jail, he got life, so he has nothing to lose. Why is it always me, exiting off the video and tapping on TJ’ name so I can talk to him about this shit “bro, I just saw it and I was like serious? In jail, he is so angry. He probably got sad you got the love of your life back” TJ said down the phone “I’m always on the edge of death, nigga I am tired. So is that nigga going to meet me? I might beat his ass by the way” I am angry at him, Barry is in Cali still and I told TJ I want to meet with him so he is sorting that out for me “yeah, he said he will meet you at iHop or whatever. Wish I was there, fucked up what he done. Just be careful anyways, your cousin is just angry. Lot of the comments people are just taking up for you saying he’s jealous and they would have done the same” shaking my head, I am fed up “see, anyone would. I will call you later. After the meet, what time he say?” I questioned “in half hour bro. Be cool and just cut ties. You have more to lose then him” TJ is right I do.

I am catching an Uber, I am unsure if Robyn wants me to use her services so I will do that. See that fat nigga and squash the shit we been on and close what friendship we had, I have bigger things to deal with and now I got a death wish going to VA, but I am, for my parents I am. They will get the home; I don’t care what they say. Since I am going out I need to tell Robyn, I have too. Even though she ignores me, but she is aware of me going, I miss her a lot. She doesn’t sleep in bed with me either, when thinking about it Robyn is right. I could have a daughter and my daughter will be Bajan, does that include her and that alone boils my blood because it’s wrong. Maybe I should have kept that to myself, but I just said it, well this is me going to find Robyn to tell her I’m going and to get blanked. My Uber will be here any minute so let me get out of this room to tell my wife I am going out, closing the bedroom door I see Robyn coming out of Mel’ room “Robyn!” I spat, she looked at me like I just annoyed her already. Jogging down the hallway to her “I know whatever you don’t want to speak to me but I’m going out, but I’ll be back later, just to see a client. Thought I would tell you, ok?” She nodded her head, she acknowledged it I guess. This is so awkward, and I hate it for me, I hate this so much. Walking off, what more can I say. I apologised but they don’t want to know but they have to eventually speak to me, I need to do something to show them I do care. I care about both of them and what happened to Mel has upset me a lot, I don’t know I need to speak to them somehow and tell them how sorry I am about it all.

Getting out of the Uber “thanks” I guess I’m going to sort this shit out, I just want this last meet with him and that is it, we done as friends because he has thrown me under the bus with Robyn and Mel, they both hate me so much for this. Pushing open the doors and making my way inside, I can see that nigga from here. Shaking my head making my way to the table, I really want to beat his ass, but I can’t, I need to be calm. Sliding into the booth sighing out “thanks for the breakfast anyways” pushing it back “well I thought last meal huh” he is so cocky “how’s the chlamydia coming along?” He looked up from his plate, angered I said it, but I said it loud enough for people to hear “nigga fuck you” I chuckled “asking a question and I get abused?” He shook his head “you have changed, you got this new fame and now you think you’re better than me. You giving me advice!? An ex-convict telling me!?” He is bitter “this ex-convict is married with millions in his account and on vogue, so you tell me who’s winning!?” I had to say it “what happened to you? Here I am trying to help you nigga! All you did was throw me under the bus with Robyn about knowing? You knew that is wrong” Barry sniggered “I said what I said, and I mean it; your wife isn’t perfect at all. Didn’t she fuck you in New York? How you feel that Rocky tapped that too” he’s trying to get under my skin “fine, I just wanted to see where your mindset was but fuck it. It was nice knowing you, we will see who TJ wants to remain friends with because I don’t think it will be you” getting up from the booth “Rihanna not speaking to you now? You are the bitch in the relationship, mr depressed. Got her pregnant to shut her up, hey everyone Rihanna is” before he could even say it I just attacked him, I couldn’t just not let him continue to talk shit. My fist meeting his face, all the pent up anger coming out in the punches I am throwing as he fell to the side moving to the corner of the booth not even fighting me back “speak now nigga!” He ain’t speaking shit, I stepped back from him “fuck you” I spat on him as I walked off and the diners just stared at me in shocked, fuck that nigga.

Looking down at my knuckles, I must have hit the table when I was beating his ass but now I’m waiting for an Uber to come and pick me up, I just walked off from the place, but my knuckles are a mess. Just all of it got to me, putting up with what my cousin is saying and then him and then Robyn not speaking to me, my anger just gets there better of me so that happens “Christopher Brown” looking up from my knuckles, the police are really here “yeah” I breathed out “if you would like to come with us quietly” clenching my jaw “sure” they will end up beating my ass if not, let me just go. The officer opened the door for me to get in, now Barry is going to press charges unlike Rakim that let it go. I have a conviction already, I am fucked.

My anger at Chris has left me and now it’s concern because Jay Brown called and said what is this about the shade room post which I wasn’t aware of, I just seen it now and it’s terrifying to say the least. I haven’t been speaking to him because the whole situation was fucked up, but now I’ve seen that I’m not happy, but I want him home and he said he was going out, where was he going I have no idea about. He didn’t even mention it to me which I don’t blame him because I am not speaking to him, I will go back to being angry once he’s home anyways “you think that little snitching title will leave him?” Mel asked, she is much calmer now. Hurt but calm, she’s ok to speak on it and what happened but this hurt me as much as it did Mel “erm I don’t know, I am shocked that they do this in Jail. What the fuck, Chris isn’t even that person and I hate it. I hate they do this to him; Chris isn’t that” looking at my phone, it’s been an hour and he hasn’t messaged me back or called me back “he hasn’t contacted you? I mean he wouldn’t go somewhere that is bad, that nigga has ptsd so he wouldn’t” Mel is right he wouldn’t so he must know the person “he’s been gone about four hours now, see I hate this! Every time we have a disagreement something terrible occurs, Chris has said that, and he always likes to make it up with me. You know what, this is a mess” I can’t never not be angry with him but when he comes back I will be even more angry at him.

Mel keeps looking at me, but she knows I am stressed out now, no contact and I’ve been trying for so long “even though I hate Barry I can try with him, I hate to see you like this” shaking my head, my phone started ringing and I looked at is ever so quickly, but the number is withheld. I will answer it either way “hello” answering the call as quickly as I can “Robyn, hey it’s me” this line is bad “Chris, where are you!?” I spat “I have been worried sick, what the hell. Why are not answering me, how could you” I said panicked “I’m sorry, I don’t have enough time just listen to me please. I’ll be really quick but I’m in a holding cell, I got arrested because I lost my temper and beat up Barry in iHop and they took me in for assault. You’re my first phone call I could make right, they got me in here wanting to charge me, but the evidence is there that I did it. They are looking to give me six months in county, right. I need you to post bail I’m at Beverly Hills station, they didn’t even let me make a phone call they just threw me in and booked me. Send someone else or anyone, I need the bail money Robyn” I nearly dropped my phone in shock “how much?” I shakily said “how much is it? Officer?” Be asked “for you, thirty thousand” what is that supposed to mean for him “thirty thousand, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get locked up just get me out of here for now please. I got to go” he put the phone down and my phone dropped in shock “what happened?” Mel said seeing my face of horror “Chris is in jail, again. This time for assaulting Barry in broad daylight at iHop” Mel’ mouth fell open “no way” I just want to cry “I need to get him out” Mel shook her head “no you don’t, get Rich to get him and stay away from there. No blogs have spoken about it, just do that” I am in shock.

Rich was in shock when I told him and he said he will once again pick him up, I just don’t know what made him do that. I am so scared, it’s not just the one occasion, if he ends up locked up for six months what about me. I am so stressed out now, I will pay anyone off for him not to go county or anything. Ok I wanted Barry to be beat up, but I was speaking out of anger, I didn’t think he would go and do that, he is so stupid. Now I am sat here just waiting and worried about him “Rich should have picked him up by now don’t you think?” I questioned Mel “yeah he should be here by now actually, I didn’t want him to do it though Robbie. I don’t want him to go Jail for that, not for him anyways. That was stupid” hearing the door back shut, the banging of the door was so loud, Mel and I just stared at each other “she’s not upstairs though bro” Rich is back, I shot up from the couch. Why is there banging happening in this house, Mel also got up but Chris should be back now. Rushing out, Rich pointed up the stairs “he went upstairs, he is angry” he held out some paperwork “he really isn’t happy, I told him you would be down here so yeah” taking the paperwork from him “posted the bail” passing the papers to Mel “I am going upstairs, thank you so much” I just need to see him, I can’t believe that this has happened.

Stood outside the bedroom door, I just heard Chris scream fuck. He is angry, blowing out air feeling upset for him and stressed out. Opening the bedroom door slowly, Chris looked behind him and at me with sadness filled in his eyes “Chris” I breathed out, walking inside the bedroom and closed the door “when I said I wanted to beat his ass I really didn’t want you to do it, I really didn’t me and Mel didn’t want that” I really didn’t want that at all “I promise you Robyn I didn’t go there to beat anyone’s ass, I went there to close the chapter with Barry and tell him how wrong he was but it worked out wrong, he started shouting you was pregnant in iHop, he started shouting Rihanna is pregnant, he kept talking shit and then when I got up from the booth he goes Rihanna is and I just punched him but because I lost my temper I kept punching him, he didn’t fight back. Then I walked off, look I must have punched the table a few times when I did” his knuckled are bruised and cut open “I didn’t go there to fight, I went there to tell him it’s done and how bad he is. I wanted to close that chapter, maybe see if he cared but it worked out wrong and now they are going to get me for assault” tears filled his eyes “I am going to miss my baby being born Robyn, I have fucked up. I have fucked up so much and on top of that my cousin” walking over to Chris “calm down, just calm down Chris. It’s going to be ok; we will fix this somehow. We will, nothing has hit no blogs. It’s all quiet right now, I can fix it” I am saying that like I can, but I am trying to think on a way “how did you get six months, where did you get that from? I don’t know, maybe we can just do something, maybe get community service. I will get my lawyer, it will be ok” wrapping my arms around Chris “it’s like you do good but then it turns bad” he will never know peace this boy, it’s like life comes at him every time.

Watching him run his knuckles under the water “what your cousin did was pretty creep by the way, the video was not good at all. Pretty evil I would say, that is when my concern kicked in and you was gone. Look Chris, deep down I am panicking because you hit Rakim and got away with that and now this, now I am going to try and keep this on the low. See if we can pay Barry off, he’s pressing charges on you Chris. He gave all your details, I read the paperwork. We can pay him off, if that keeps you out of county jail then I will do it. I just feel like something bad happens every time we have a disagreement, I was just upset at it all. I feel like you had the chance to tell me about him, I was saying to Mel. Chris wouldn’t have Barry around if he was bad, maybe he is on drugs I don’t know but right now we need to deal with you. Hand on my heart if Mel was whoring herself I would tell you about it, because it’s wrong but we pass that we have more to worry about” Chris made his way over to me “I am sorry, I was going to speak to you both tonight but that has changed” nodding my head “it has, Chris you got to stop losing your temper, honestly” he is going to get himself in some serious trouble “also your cousin scares me” I added.

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You have something to tell me?

Fandom: DC comics, Batman

Pairing: Jason Todd x Timothy Drake (JayTim)

Rating/Tags: JayTim Week 2020 - Day 5: Detective Tim, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Established Relationship, Love Confessions, Misunderstandings

Other(s) links: AO3

During the first weeks Jason spent at Wayne Manor, right after he had been picked up directly from Crime Alley, he learned something important: It was difficult to hide things from a good detective. Maybe he should have had that in mind during his adult life as well, especially when he was dating one of the best GCPD detectives.

"Tim? What happened?"

"Don't know. Tell me." He answered, angry. "You have something to tell me, Jason?"

You have something to tell me?

 During the first weeks Jason spent at Wayne Manor, right after he had been picked up directly from Crime Alley, he learned something important: It was difficult to hide things from a good detective.

 By a good detective, he meant Alfred, of course. Because at those times Bruce was a mess and was too busy panicking to have adopted another child. Really, the millionaire couldn't pay attention to when he was sneaking, smoking, stealing food, and hiding provisions along with money in case he had to flee at any time.

Anyway, he knew the man was trying to find a way to do things correctly with him, since he was a child of the street, with a difficult life, and totally different from the ray of the sun that turned out to be his first pupil, Dick.

 Of course, he didn't know that at the time. All he was aware of was that he now lived in a mansion and the butler there knew everything. Everything. No matter what he did, how he hid, or how he lied, Alfred always knew it, he always ended up finding out sooner or later. The first few times he was even scared.

 For this reason, he ended up learning that lesson. You couldn’t fool a good detective, because in the end they always ended up finding out whether by chance or not.

 He should have had that in mind during his adult life as well, especially when he did what he did. Because it would have saved him from some trouble, and he would have gotten away with it.

 That day he came home early, in a very good mood and wearing a slight smile. It was noon, and he had finished some duties, the patrol that night had been quiet, everything was going well, and his boyfriend had the day off.

 His boyfriend. His Timmy, his little detective.

 Against everything -and after several talks from absolutely his entire family- his relationship with Tim was going very well, better than anyone could have never thought. And contrary to what some people wanted to believe, Jason didn’t meet Tim as a GCPD detective, no, he was the pretty boy who lived in the neighborhood that greeted him with a cute smile, and stopped at the 24-hour coffee shop too often to be healthy. His surprise was even alarming when one night he showed up with Batman for a joint case on the police station rooftop and Jim Gordon was there with the force’s new promise: Detective Tim Drake.

As expected, just as that smile and pretty face dazzled Jason the first time he saw him in the cafe, so did his intelligence and professionalism in helping them with the case. So, days later, when Tim approached him shyly and asked him to have coffee together, how could he say no?

 He was crushing on him back then. And now, two years later, he still was.

 “Timmy.” He called him fondly as he entered the apartment they shared. “I'm back.”

 Walking down the hall, Jason looked around the kitchen and then headed to the living room. He didn't know if Tim was still asleep, but he wouldn't blame him if he did, his little bird worked too hard and sometimes didn't rest properly. Although it isn’t as if he was the most appropriate example of this considering his night activities, or night work, according to the version Tim knew.

 Even he didn't know how he had managed to hide his life as a vigilante from his partner for so long, but he couldn't continue doing it. As much as he feared for his safety or his reaction, it was a part of his life that he could no longer hide, and the more time passed, the worse the consequences.

 Just when he found Tim in the living room, he began to fear that these consequences had come sooner than expected.

 “Babybird.” He called him again.

 No answer.

 Tim was sitting at the end of the sofa, his feet up on it and curled up on himself, his arms were crossed, he was watching at the television turned off completely silent and thoughtful. His hands clenched into fists didn’t loosen, his nose was red and his eyes were watery, he seemed angry, sad, upset.

Jason's chest sank in concern, immediately closed in on the boy. Tim didn’t usually respond in a particularly emotional way to many things, he generally liked to compartmentalize unless it affected him a lot, the times when he had seen him crying had been at times like the anniversary of his parent’s death, for example.

 “Tim?” He asked somewhat alarmed.

 However, when he reached out to comfort him and lifted his hand to touch him, perhaps caress his hair in the way he knew it would relax him, he pulled away immediately, startled, surely he had been too deep in his own head to realize he had arrived.

A bad feeling began to invade him when he frowned and moved further away from his touch, clenching his fists. He knew that face, that sparkle in his eyes, he was angry, specifically with him. But at the same time his eyes were still watery and shone with disappointment, anguish.

 “What happened?” He asked again nervously.

 Tim frowned further and shrugged.

 “Don’t know. Tell me.”

 That reply was a confirmation that he was angry with him. Why? Well, based on the answer and the tone in which it was said, he might have discovered something that he didn't like at all, that would have hurt him, and Jason didn't have to think much to know what it was.

 “What?” He asked uselessly.

 Tim’s lower lip trembled for a second, but he controlled that to stop clinging to himself and getting his feet off the couch.

 “You have something to tell me, Jason?”

 Jason's alarms went off even, much louder. It was clear what was going on, Tim had figured it all out on his own.

He knew it, he knew it. God how had he been so stupid? He was dating one of the best GCPD detectives, one of the younger to join the force, with an outstanding record and the smartest person he knew. Fuck, even Batman praised the boy's ability, they had worked together on cases, that intelligence and audacity were scary, and that was what he most liked about him. Timothy was like a hound, stubborn and determined, he never gave up until he found the truth, and that was something he highly valued. If he felt that his boyfriend wasn’t being completely honest with him, of course he was going to investigate, of course he wanted to know. And having worked with the bats, being so close to him and having the necessary means, it was no wonder that he could have easily tied the dots.

 He couldn't lie to him, not anymore. He also didn’t like to do it before, the only reason he did it was because he knew it was for the best. Tim had thrown a light into his life that he never thought he could -or deserved to- have, a feeling of normality and affection that helped him improve and not be a fucking unconscious fucker. But he knew that part of his life was dangerous, dark and crazy. The proof was in his scars and nightmares, in his traumas and fears, those that Tim helped calm and never asked about. The fact that he didn’t know, kept him away from the danger that he was so afraid of could reach him, but he also worked with bats, was in the first ranks of the GCPD, and that made him join the risk.

He had no choice, besides, how could he continue to lie to him when he was there, half crying, begging him the truth and piercing his soul with those big blue eyes? Seriously, he wasn't surprised that the suspects sang so quickly with him, the boy was all eyes and pretty face.

 Jason sighed and sat down on the couch next to him, his heart beating hard and guilt devouring him. He never thought he would have to reveal his secret to someone out loud, not to a civilian, but he also never imagined caring about someone enough to do so. He looked Tim in the eye and took a deep breath:

 “Okay, it sounds like you already know, but you deserve to be told.” He said with a nod.

 Tim sniffed, looking nervously into his eyes, hurt, but let him continue. Jason swallowed and knew there was no other way out.

 “I’m Red Hood.”

 Silence.

 Tim didn’t move, didn’t react, and Jay exhaled altered. It wasn't enough, was it? It wasn’t.

 “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.” He continued. “But I couldn't, seriously. It was too dangerous.”

 He looked for any trace of a single reaction on his face but didn’t find it. He just stood there, looking at him silently and thoughtfully. Which made him even more nervous.

 “I know you’re in the GCPD and we’ve worked together, but I didn't want to get you much more involved.”

 Still silent.

 “I pissed people off very dangerous, horrible villains, it’s a world you don't want to get into.”

 “…”

 “You have to believe me. If it were up to me, I would have told you a long time ago, but the more time passed the worse the secret became.”

 “…”

 “I constantly face undesirable people and you would be a very easy target.”

 “Jason.”

 By the time Tim whispered his name, the dam had broken, and he couldn't stop babbling, thinking aloud about everything that he had been holding back.

 “I know it sounds selfish, but it’s not just up to me and there’s a reason we keep civilians out of that life. Fuck, if you knew...”

 “Jason.”

 “It's a fucking hell and it killed me; I couldn't risk you.”

 “Jason.”

 “I know I've broken your trust but...”

 “Jason!” Tim interrupted, weary and leaning down to meet his eyes fiercely. “I knew it.”

 It took him three seconds to assimilate that, causing him to freeze and the confusion nullify him.

 What the fuck?

 “Eh?” He asked confused.

 “I knew it.” The smallest repeated, huffing and crossing his arms. “I’ve always known that.”

 What the actual fuck?

 Tim had to see the chaos and mess that was his head at the time on his face, because he huffed harder and shook his head, totally exasperated.

 “Jason, I'm not stupid.” He emphasized with a frown and raised his hands to point to the apartment. “This place is reinforced everywhere with bat technology.”

 He didn’t know what to say, because that was a good point.

 “You hide a gun in the cereal cupboard and...” Sighing and reaching into one of the holes in the sofa, he pulled out one of the rubber bullets that Red Hood used and had been there for who knows how long. “This! There are rubber bullets everywhere. Bullets I've seen you use.”

 Okay, so he might like to hide guns in certain parts of the place for extra security. And maybe he was a little sloppy with his bullets sometimes.

 “You have the same boots, pants and jacket in your closet. I even found your helmet once!”

 The excuse it was from a Halloween costume may not have been as convincing as he believed.

 “You speak the same way, you move the same way, you have the same height and constitution.” Tim continued listing. “Even the first night you saw me as Red Hood, you flirted with me.”

 He did?

 Maybe yes.

 “I knew it from the beginning and still accepted it. I knew the reason you were hiding it and I respected your decision to not tell me until you saw necessary.” Again, Tim began to look distraught, his eyes watering again. “But that's not what I was talking about.”

 Confusion arose again for something quite different. Because if Tim, his intelligent and precious detective, had known and accepted his other life from the beginning, what was going on? Why was he angry?

 “Then what were you talking about?” He asked fearfully, again the bad feeling settling in his being.

 Tim hesitated, shifted in his seat, and his lower lip trembled again, looking much more distressed than before, about to burst into tears.

 “I'm talking about you spending Saturday night at a 5-star hotel. Enjoying the restaurant and the suite for couples with another person.” He said and barely tried to control his voice. “The bank has reported recent suspicious movements on your card, when I asked half an hour ago it took me to the hotel, which asked for your assessment of your stay there and confirmation of another reservation this week.”

 Tim’s voice broke at the end and Jason started to panic much more than before.

Shit, shit, fuck, shit.

 “Tim this isn't-”

 “What it looks like?” He cut him off, trying to compose himself. “So, what is it?”

 Jason rubbed his eyes nervously. It really wasn't what it seemed, dammit. He knew what Tim was thinking, what anyone would think, and he understood his reaction. But he would never cheat on Tim, not like that, not feeling what he feels for him, not wanting to...

 “I know what you think but-”

 “But what? What should I think?” He asked again, his hands shaking.

 It was clear that he had cried, and he was trying not to do it again at this moment, the way he was getting more upset indicated that, he wanted to stay strong. And Jason didn’t know what to do, because he couldn’t deny anything and couldn’t explain it the way he wanted without making it seem even more suspicious, he knew that Tim’s self-esteem problems didn’t help the situation at all, he was among the sword and wall.

 “I went there, but not for what you think.” He began to explain, also nervous.

 Tim ended up getting off the couch, shaking his head vigorously and pacing in front of the living room table, like a caged lion.

 “With whom?” He asked then, almost in pain. “Nightwing?”

 “Wh-”

 “Arsenal?”

 “No!”

 “Starfire?”

 There he said nothing. About his brother and his best friend, he could deny it, but not with Kory. He went to the hotel and the restaurant with her, it was true, but not as more than friends. What’s more, he didn't even spend the night there, leaving the Tamaranian woman alone in the suite with one of Bruce’s credit cards to do whatever she wanted while he left on patrol and then returned home.

But Tim didn't know that, all he had was that brief silence on his part that told him he was correct, and that immediately broke him when he understood.

 Turning around, Tim rushed down the hall to their room, letting out a sob and not stopping to look back. Jason followed him without hesitation, frantic, guilt hitting him more and more along with the fear of losing him.

 “Tim!” He called him. “Listen to me, please!”

 They entered the room, Tim going straight to the closet and searching through his clothes. He knew what he was doing, he wanted to get his things and leave as soon as possible, he didn't want to be there to break even more, but Jason couldn't allow it.

 “We didn't spend the night together!” He explained grabbing the closet door and trying to get him away from there. “It’s not what you think.”

 Tim shook his head and rubbed his eyes, his breathing uneven, with no choice but to let him close the closet as he sobbed.

 “No, Jason, I get it.” He started to say. “It’s heroes’ stuff, I get it…”

 “What?” He asked confused. What was he talking about? Heroes stuff?

 “S-She’s a hero. Fuck, is Starfire, and I'm just a civilian...” He continued saying as he looked at the ground, almost looking resigned. “She can understand things that I don't, understand you on a level that I can't, and you don't have to lie to her or pretend to be anything else with her.”

 Jason opened his mouth and then closed it, stunned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, it was surreal.

It was true, most of the heroes ended up dating others in the community, but it didn’t always have to be like that. Secret identities, lies, and danger often ruin relationships with civilians, but other times, if you wanted to, they could work. Damn, the fucking Superman had a family with Lois Lane, also Flash, many others, he was not exactly lacking examples.

And Tim thinking for a single second that he couldn’t make him happy for not understanding that part of his life, compared to other people, not only hurt him, it made him angry. If he knew how much he had helped him, how much his life had changed, how happy he made him…

 “So, it’s okay. Don't worry, I really understand.” Tim continued, even in that resigned and sad tone. “I'm sorry I wasted your time...”

 That was the drop that filled the glass.

 Tim saying something like that, crying in front of him and saying that he understood it despite how much it hurt him, broke him inside. And that he really believed as a result of all this that he hadn’t been able to make him happy, that those two years together had been a lost time and not the best in Jason’s life, made him make the decision to send everything to hell and act. Fuck everything.

 As Tim tried to hold back his tears and dry the ones that ran down his face, he silently approached his nightstand to pull out what he had been hiding for months, then turned back to him, determined.

 “Tim, listen to me.” He started to say as he approached him again. The younger didn’t dare look at him. “I invited Kory to those places because I needed to know her opinion about them. She’s one of my best friends and the person with the best criteria I know about that kind of things, but we couldn't access there without a reservation, so I had to take her.”

 Tim sniffed again and the tension in his shoulders eased a little, he seemed to be listening intently, almost hopefully.

 “I didn’t spend the night there; I was on patrol. You can check it, I faced Mr. Freeze in the town hall square, there are videos and reports about it. And if that’s not enough and you don’t believe me now, you can ask Starfire personally later.” He explained getting closer, surrounding the bed, and placing himself in front of him. “The thing is, I did all that behind your back because I really needed her advice and help.”

 Tim rubbed his eyes, still without looking at him.

 “For what?” He asked in that weak, broken voice.

 “Look at me.”

 What Tim saw when he finally dared to look up, was Jason kneeling in front of him and showing him an engagement ring.

 “Timothy Jackson Drake, do you want to marry me?”

 Time seemed to stop completely; Tim's eyes couldn’t open more because of the impression. Jason swallowed hard and buried his nervousness to continue speaking.

 “I’ve been wanting to ask you for months, but I really didn’t know how. I don't care if you are a civilian or not, I love you and I wanted it to be a surprise, something special.” He sighed somewhat agitated, the uncertainty at his answer was too much. “I no longer have to reveal why, but in my life I have learned that I must cling and keep by my side everything that makes me happy for as long as I can, and my happiness is you. So, what do you say?”

 Tim was still frozen, stunned because all the information he had to assimilate. Not only because Jason had not cheated on him as he thought, but he had been planning how to propose to him. He was thinking he didn’t want to be with him and then he just discovered that he wanted to spend their lives together, it was too sudden.

But despite having to go from one extreme to the other so quickly, Tim seemed to assimilate at last when those tears turned into ones of happiness and a smile began to grow on his face.

 “Yes.” He replied with a sigh of relief. “Yes, I do.”

 Jason couldn't help but smile too, happiness flooding him completely, his answer echoing in his head and brightening every part of his being. It didn't take him long to get up to catch him and hold him tight, both of them letting out a relieved laughter. Words weren’t enough.

The tallest wiped the tears of his now fiancé, with affection and devotion.

 “I should have thought how difficult is to hide something from a detective.” He said placing a lock of his hair behind his ear. “And this time you didn't even have to do much to discover me.”

 Tim smiled and shrugged, his eyes shining with love and relief. Almost seemed that he was going to cry again when he grabbed his hand and put the ring on him carefully. Jason's heart squeezed at the sight because it fit him perfectly, and it was his, all his, forever.

 When Tim leaned down to kiss him, he didn't even hesitate. He was more than willing to love his detective for the rest of his days, and he would make sure to tell him in every moment.

[toomanyrobins]

Those Four Words Pt. 1

summary: an escalating fight between Jason and his girlfriend leads to a tense two weeks in Wayne Manor

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: language, mentions of sex and excessive drinking, mentions of character death

Jason Todd was in a terrible mood, having just got into an argument with Bruce. He decided to go up to his girlfriend’s studio to get away. She had been hard at work the past couple days and he was getting needy. He came up behind her on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Jay, I'm trying to do something right now.

He tried to snuggle closer to his girlfriend, “I deserve some of your time too.

“Deserve? You’re especially demanding today. What did you do?” Jason scoffed and pulled away. “What has crawled up your ass?”

“You did.”

“I did? Huh, I think I would’ve remembered such a disgusting journey into your body.

“Dammit, Y/N! Enough with the sarcasm! You know what I’m saying.”

Y/N sighed at Jason’s attitude, “I don’t understand what you’re doing right now, but you are starting a fight just for the sake of an argument. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Jason was standing over his girlfriend, his whole body tense, “From any of you.”

“Why are you being like this? What happened?”

“What? You thought the minute we started dating all of our problems would magically disappear? Are you really that naive?”

Y/N put her brushes down and stood. She tried to walk closer, but he matched each step, moving away from her. “Jason, where the hell is this coming from? I thought we had got past this. Even you and Bruce are in a better place.”

“You think I'll ever forget you abandoned me. You all did!”

“Abandon you! What have you been smoking? We thought you died!”

“You replaced me!”

Now, Y/N was angry too and it was rare that anyone saw her this way. She was deadly calm, but fire was roaring in her eyes, “I did not replace you.”

“That’s right, you were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham to even think about me.”

“That is not fair and you know it. I mourned you. We all mourned, you arrogant ass. I never stopped missing you.”

“I saw the articles, Y/N! Don’t pretend you were mourning me. You were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham.” 

Her mind went back to three years ago. Jason had died in an explosion set up by the Joker. She was sixteen and her best friend had died, and she hadn’t handled it well. What started as a way to get out of the with friends at simple house parties, had led to a wild secret life. Y/N had snuck out at night and used Bruce’s name to get into clubs. She drank anything she could get her hands on and had gone home with multiple men, trying to forget her pain. Once, Bruce had found out, her world had imploded. He sent her away and finally got her the help she should have received when her parents had passed. The only reason Y/N had moved back to the manor was because Jason had been found. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to use her moments of weakness against her,  “How dare you throw that back on me. I was just trying to numb the pain. It wasn’t like I was celebrating the fact that you were gone.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you missed me.”

“God Dammit, Jay! If you would just listen to me!

“Oh fuck off, Y/N! If I had known I was ever going to be stuck with you and your nagging, I wouldn’t have come back.”

“I wish you hadn’t!” The minute the words left Y/N’s mouth, she gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Jason’s emotionless mask slammed into place, and suddenly he was as blank as the day Bruce had found him again. He turned to walk out and Y/N chased after him, “Jay, wait! I’m sorry!” He jumped onto his motorcycle and was out the door before she could stop him. She slammed her fist into the wall and cursed in frustration and pain. No one would see either of them for the rest of the day. Y/N stayed in her studio, wondering how they got to the point of shouting such hurtful things at each other. 

The next day, they had both shown up for Friday night dinner, as was expected on them. Neither spoke, and the tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. Y/N had tried to pull him aside and apologize to Jason after dinner, but he had shot her with a cutting glare and walked away. The other could tell that something had happened, but no one had the details. Tim wandered into the library after patrol that night, to find her in a chair tucked into the corner. “What are you doing here (Y/N/N)? Isn’t it a movie night with Todd?” He noted the tear tracks down her face but knew she hated showing weakness, so he said nothing about them.

“I wasn’t feeling up to it, so I canceled. I think I’ll head to bed now. Night, Timmy.” Y/N went to her room and cried herself to sleep, the guilt overwhelming her as she played the argument in her head. If only she had just taken a break, maybe the whole situation could have been avoided. She woke up multiple times in the night, crying out Jason’s name after seeing him and the Joker over and over again. Finally, around 3 in the morning, she gave up on sleep and went to the kitchen to pour herself coffee. She decided to keep busy and started making breakfast for the family.

Alfred was the first to appear in the morning, as usual. Y/N tried to pretend that everything was normal, but nothing could be hidden from the family’s butler. He noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tremors in her hands from over-caffeination. The boys slowly started to emerge, and Alfred started to bring out all the food she had made. She made two plates out of habit and headed for the dining room. Y/N started to hand Jason his breakfast as she had every morning for a year, but suddenly she remembered and pulled her hand away. Jason didn’t even bother to look at her, and her heart clenched. She placed the plate on the table and walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry, Alfred, I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go paint.” She placed the plate she had made for herself on the counter and left.

Y/N’s studio had been a safe space since she had first moved into the manor. She had hidden away when she first arrived at Wayne Manor, unused to such an active family. Bruce had called workers to the manor and had redid the room when she had told him she liked art. Now, after years of work, canvasses filled the room on all sides. Some paintings, others photos, she had accumulated in the three years. They hung on the walls and were laid across the floor. She flooded the room with Swan Lake, her sad music, and started to mix her colors. The music she played had become an easy way for the others to discern her moods since she hadn’t spoken to anyone except Fallon, Bruce’s wife, when she first came. Bruce and Dick had installed a speaker system in her studio to drown out the noise when she was overwhelmed, and everyone in the Manor could hear it if she turned it on loud enough. When the first notes hit their ears, all eyes in the dining room turned to Jason. He refused to look up and make eye contact, instead staring at the breakfast that had been abandoned on the table. Once everyone had looked away, he pushed away from the table and disappeared.

This led to one of the most uncomfortable weeks in the Manor ever. Y/N barely left her studio and no one saw Jason for three days, before he returned. When he did, he started to act as if nothing had happened. The music had eventually stopped playing altogether, so they had no idea what kind of mood she was in. Finally, Damian was the one to gather everyone else together, “(Y/N/N) has not come out of her studio in a week. Since Buckethead has just decided to pretend nothing has happened. We need to fix this.”

Bruce spoke up first, “Jason and Y/N are both adults. They are both being immature, and it will eventually work itself out.

“How can we fix this when we don’t even know what happened?” Tim looked up from his laptop, “I’ve been checking in on Y/N on the cameras. All she does is paint, and the most she’s slept in days is when she falls asleep accidentally. That never lasts long, and she cries. A lot.”

“Why did Fallon have to leave! We need to fix this, or the family vacation is going to be the worst!” Dick collapsed on the couch. Fallon had finally convinced Bruce that the family needed a vacation, but two weeks before they were supposed to leave, her sister had had a baby. She decided to go help her out and just meet them at the resort. They now had a week left, and it was not looking good. No one wanted to bother their mother since she very rarely took time for herself and was enjoying time with her family. They decided Alfred would be the one to try and convince her to leave the studio at least and eat something.

He appeared in the doorway and watched silently as Y/N worked on a large canvas. He walked over and saw that it was a portrait of the family. “This is beautiful, Miss Bishop.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her voice was hoarse from disuse.

“What is the plan for this one?” Alfred sat down next to her on the floor.

“Everyone hates photos, but Fallon wanted a family portrait for the sitting room.. Since no one can sit still long enough I decided to paint one and give it to her for her birthday,” she slowly sucked in a breath, “Plus they only have the old one and J--some people-- are missing from it.” Tears started to well up again in her eyes. Alfred wrapped an arm around Y/N and just sat with her for a moment.

“I’ve kicked the boys out of the kitchen. Do you think you could come down and eat something? For me?” She only nodded, and they both stood. Y/N sat on a stool and silently ate the soup Alfred had laid out for her. She barely tasted anything, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor and had five heads floating above her.

“Hi, guys. Thought the floor looked lonely.” She tried to sit up, but was cut off.

“That is it,” Bruce spoke firmly, “You are going to bed, and you are sleeping. I thought you were mature enough to deal with this but I see I was wrong.” He picked Y/N up and noticed she had lost weight. He carried her up the stairs and before he had reached her bedroom, she was already asleep again. Bruce turned to the boys. “At least one of you is staying in here with her and making sure she sleeps.”

Tim volunteered for the first shift and settled into her desk with his laptop. She had barely been asleep an hour before she woke up from a nightmare of Jason dying. She shot up and shouted out his name, before bursting into tears. Tim -- being the awkward person he is -- was ill-prepared to deal with the crying Y/N. The only solution he could think of was to climb into bed with her and pull up a movie. She slowly fell asleep again and clung to Tim like a starfish. When Dick came to relieve Tim and saw that he was unable to leave, he climbed into bed with the duo. Anytime Y/N would start to become distressed, they would calm her down. Eventually, Damian and Titus joined the cuddle pile, the former somewhat reluctantly, grumbling about how he was only doing this for Y/N. Little did the Bat Family know, Alfred had called Fallon and told her about the situation and she had rushed home.

[dtkcosmos]

Even If You Were A Star

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 "hyungie"

"yes, Jungkookie"

"that star looks like you" as Taehyung shifts his gaze to where Jungkook wants it to be, at the star, shining bright in the dark sky. the 5-year-old Jungkook coils up in a ball after saying that, clinging to his hyung, the 7-year-old hugs him back as they fall asleep on the rooftop in the little shed made up of cozy blankets and pillows. 

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as the years pass by, things change eventually, they both grow up into the individuals they are, their little shed now gets transformed into a bigger one. instead of playing and spending time together for the whole day, they now meet at night and stargaze together until they fall asleep in each other's embrace.

no matter how harsh the day has been on them, there's always a longing feeling for seeing each other, every night, at /their/ place. they can only meet at night, thanks to Jungkook's parents. they seem to have a weird connection with the nights, Jungkook thinks it's because the night holds an unknown sense of vulnerability and endearment.

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and just like any other night, Taehyung is waiting for Jungkook to come, on the rooftop at Taehyung's, in their shed.

except, Jungkook is late, a little extra late than compared to the other times he had to sneak out of his home. things have been difficult, ever since that incident when they were 15 and 17 respectively.

a cool breeze flows, making Taehyung shiver. a memory suddenly resurfacing.

"hyungie, whom do you kiss?" a curious Jungkook asks, such things have been forbidden from him by his parents.

"you kiss whom you love, like my parents do. haven't you seen your parents do that?"

"no" Taehyung looks at Jungkook as he sees him thinking too much about it.

"why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

"because Jay said he kissed Liah and it felt nice."

Taehyung looks back at sky as he find himself out of words, not knowing what to say.

"I wanna feel nice too."

"what? no, Jungkook that's not right. we are minors and we shouldn't be talking about or doing all this."

Taehyung retorts, but Jungkook cups Taehyung's face with his palms.

"I wanna know what it feels to kiss your loved one, hyung, because I love you."

Taehyung wants to protest, tell the younger that they shouldn't be doing this. he's afraid, scared if their parents know about this, they are gonna get into trouble.

"we shouldn't do this Jungkook. we are gonna get into trouble if anybody sees us."

"hyungie, just one. don't you love me?"

"of course, I do kookie. but-"

"a quick one, please."

"okay"

silence for a moment, a tad bit of hesitation, and then both leaning towards each other, hearts beating faster than ever, they close the distance between them a little by little. and when their lips brush against each other, they feel the sparks. leaning more and pressing their lips together. the adrenaline rush and the bewildered feeling that makes them feel things they were unexposed to.

as they part away, eyes closed, leaving a little space between their lips only to press their lips together, once again. breathing and melting into the kiss, cheeks flushed and both their faces adapting a shade of red, the warmth making them feel secure.

and they didn't notice the footsteps coming towards them, too lost in the feeling.

"JUNGKOOK!" and a yell of his name is enough to separate them, the feeling of home soon turns into a terrified one. they have been caught, red-handed by Jungkook's mother.

and since that day, the tortures and strictness on Jungkook have been increased to the level that he has to sneak out of his house at night to meet Taehyung.it has been 3 years and they did not bring up that kiss after that, just spending time together in deep conversations or in that comfortable silence they share, just by looking at the sky full of stars and the moon.

stealing glances when the other isn't looking is a part of this as well but this secret can stay in both their hearts for now.

                                                             ☾

"hyungie" Taehyung looks behind him, his excited expression turning into a mix of worried and horrified.

"Jungkook! oh my god" Taehyung helps Jungkook sit.

Taehyung is horrified, worried, and angry. seeing those bruises that sit on the cheek, under the eye, and on the left corner of his lips, not forgetting the fact that these are just the ones visible. the moonlight that falls on the milk skin of Jungkook, makes it easier to see the bruises that could be missed in the darkness.

and here's Taehyung, taking the first aid box out, which he kept in the shed ever since the night Jungkook showed up with bruises for the first time.

"did he hurt you again?" asks Taehyung as he places a tissue under Jungkook's slightly bleeding nose, wiping off the blood and applying the ointment soon after on the corner of his lips.

a nod and he gets it all.

Jugkook's father beats him up. there are various reasons, be it for the so-called methods to keep your child on track or to force him into things that are "right" for him according to them.

"they want me to leave this place and move to Seoul with them for my better future."

Taehyung knew this day would come but it's easy to imagine until it comes to reality.

he feels sad, correction, extremely sad with the idea of them not being able to see each other like they do now but it is for Jungkook's good and he always wants Jungkook to be happy and successful.

he feels the pad of Jungkook's thumb on his cheekbone wiping off the tear that dared to escape without his knowing.

"I don't want to go, not without you. I told them I will not go, said some disrespectful things out of anger, and-"

"and your father beat you up?" a nod and Taehyung continues

"you should agree to this, they want you to have better. things are much better in Seoul-"

"but you won't be there. hyungie, I want to be with you. I can't accept the idea of not being able to see you. the nights we have spent together knowing each other, you being there for me whenever I needed you. our safe place, I don't want to leave all this."

a pause.

"see that star there, the one you say reminds you of me?" Taehyung points towards the a particular star, the star Jungkook cherishes the most.

"mmnnh"

"look up to it whenever you'll miss me, talk to it whenever you feel like talking to me. it will reach me."

"how will it reach you?"

"the universe loves you so much Jungkookie that it placed all its stars in your eyes. the universe will transfer your messages to me. and when the star twinkles, know that I am there, listening to you."

"I-I don't know h-hyung, I don't w-want to l-leave you"

Jungkook bursts into tears, feeling the pain of separation and seeing him like this, all the tries that Taehyung has been making to hold his tears back seem to fail. and they cry, together. there's a weight in their hearts, an unknown feeling telling there's something that's left to be spoken.

"I will come back and take you with me, once I am capable and mature enough. and then, we will live together."

"I want you to be happy Jungkook, with or without me. my happiness is you, whatever you feel, I feel it too."

laying facing each other on those warm blankets in the slightly cool night, fingers intertwined and in between their little sobs and sniffles, they make promises and say things that their hearts were longing to say.

"I love you, hyungie"

Taehyung feels his heart race, eyes wide, his heart suddenly having a feeling of ease in between those heavy emotions.

Jungkook loves him, of course, he knew that for a long but being loved by Jungkook in this way and not just as affectionate best friends, feels nice.

it feels nice knowing his feelings are reciprocated. he was unsure of telling Jungkook about his feelings, afraid of putting an extra burden of emotions on Jungkook knowing how hard the latter's life already is because of that incident.

"I-I love you too, Jungkookie" it comes out as a whisper, feeling free on exposing those feelings somewhere other than his own heart and mind, it's nice.

"I love you, Jungkookie. I love you so much." he says again, a little more confident this time.

"I have been wanting to tell you this since so long-"

his words are silenced when he sees the younger sleeping, holding hands with him, breathing softly.

Taehyung traces a finger from the younger's forehead and tucks the strand of hair behind his ears. wiping off the tears that are starting to dry up in their place. watching him sleep so peacefully, like a baby, his baby, taking in his features in the memory, knowing he has the chance right now.

"I love you, kook"

with that being said, he embraces Jungkook into a hug and falls asleep, engulfed in the warmth they share.

and the universe witnessed everything.

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another day and here is Taehyung, smiling into oblivion, lost in his thoughts, the fact that Jungkook loves him is giving him butterflies in his stomach. the food in front of him long forgotten.

"Taehyung finishes your food first." a call from his mother is what brings him back to reality. he smacks his head lightly and smiles to himself.

"aren't you going to bid your farewell to Jungkook? they might leave soon."

"leave soon? they are leaving now?!" appalled by the news, he suddenly gets up from the chair, hitting his knee on the table in the process. it pains but this can wait, Jungkook is more important.

"his mother called an hour ago-"

Taehyung storms out of his home, running recklessly, stumbling, and tripping in the way scrapping his knees but all he cares about at this moment is Jungkook.

and when he was about to reach Jungkook's house, he saw a car, ready to leave. the tears forming in his eyes making the vision blurry as he sees the vehicle move. 

before it delays any, he gathers up all his strength to scream a name, "Jungkookie!"

maybe the younger was hoping for his arrival because as soon as he hears his name being called by the person he loves, he tries his best to peek his head out of the window, eyes and nose red because of prior crying and screams "hyungie"

Taehyung sees Jungkook's mother preventing him from doing so, pulling him back to his seat and he stands there, unable to do anything, crying in his place.

"I will come back to you" each word sounding lower than the prior, as the car continues to move away from Taehyung.

he continues to stand there, hands hung low, heart aching seeing those tears in Jungkook's eyes as he protested his mother's efforts to keep him from talking to Taehyung.

with scraped knees and the palm of his hands bleeding, he finally bursts into a sob, not caring if anyone sees him like this. the only thing that kept him sane until yet is taken away from him before his eyes and he couldn't do anything.

those last words from his love ringing into his ears, louder each passing second. he falls onto his knees, head hung low, tears falling effortlessly onto the ground as he continues to cry more.

"I l-love you J-Jungkook" and yet, once again, those four words remain unheard by Jungkook.

                                                             ☾

3 years later

"you can't go back to him Jungkook!" Jungkook's mother yells at him after knowing that Jungkook wants to visit Taehyung.

"why not? I am an adult now, I can make my own decisions. you can't tell me what I should do and what I should not!" Jungkook retorts back, not believing his parents haven't changed a bit.

"he has corrupted you, that homophile corrupted you. you were a good son of ours-"

"do not speak wrong of hyung! I will not tolerate this, say whatever you want to me but not a word against, Taehyung hyung!" he warns his mother, now starting to fume.

"you have made my life miserable but now, you can't stop me from loving him, from going back to him" Jungkook speaks, voice heavy filled with anger as he keeps eye contact with his mother.

"huh, as if he loves you. he is getting married, he doesn't love you. just as I said, that queer doesn't deserve your love."

"I said enough!" a loud smash sound follows his mother's last words, cupboard glass shattered onto the floor, blood dripping from Jungkook's fist.

"you don't believe me? you'll believe what that boy wrote in his stupid letter? here"

his mother throws the letter on the dining table, Jungkook hesitates but gets a hold of it.he wishes what his mother said to be a lie, hating the letters written on it.his heart aches more with each unfold of the letter, and he feels his knees getting weak upon reading those starting words,

Dear Jungkookie.

he reads how Taehyung writes he couldn't reach out to him any sooner because he didn't know how to tell him that he fell out of love with him and would be married until this letter reaches Jungkook.

how he doesn't want to see Jungkook anymore and how he is happy without him.

tears don't stop flowing from his eyes, his heart sinking deeper with each word he reads. on the floor on his knees, he doesn't know how to react, what to think, considering this is Taehyung's handwriting and the letter is not any counterfeit hurts him more.

and all those moments they have spent together start to play like a movie before his eyes, his hyung's boxy smile, the worry in his eyes whenever Jungkook was hurt, the genuine happiness when they were together, the unspoken words of comfort and love, everything.

he doesn't want to believe this but he has no reason not to and he hates, he hates himself for believing that his hyung really fell out of love and doesn't love him anymore. hates himself for believing that his hyung doesn't want to see him again. but still, he does, he believes all of that.

but nobody can change the love he has for Taehyung, not even he himself.

every night, he finds himself in his balcony, watching the star, the star that reminds him of Taehyung.

every time, he finds himself complaining on how his boss makes him work extra hours, his parents asking him to marry and get settled, and crying himself to sleep after all that nagging, hugging the plushie, the only memory he has of Taehyung which he managed to bring from a sleeping Taehyung's plushie collection.

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5 years later

December 30th,

"happy birthday, hyung. I hope you are doing fine. I hope your partner is making you happy. wherever you are, I hope you are happy." Jungkook says as he watches the star in the sky.

"you know what happened today? I tripped in a meeting while giving a presentation, it was embarrassing although I somehow managed to wind it up pretty well."

"I ordered tteokbokki and they made it extra spicy. I ended up coughing with teary eyes and snot. it was more embarrassing. so I ate burgers instead."

there's a pause, a sigh leaves Jungkook's mouth and he continues 

"I remember.. your love for burgers. I remember how your eyes used to lit up every time I brought burgers for us."

"I remember you eating in a pout, how your brows furrow a little when you eat.

I remember.. y-you, hyung."

there's a moment when he looks down towards his fingers fidgeting together. tears finding their way in his eyes and his vision blur when he looks back up at the star.

"I-I miss y-you h-hyungie, I m-miss you s-so much" and the tears that were threatening to escape, finally follow the path they were familiar to, from his cheeks to his jaw and further.

"do y-you, do y-you still l-love m-me?" and his eyes widen upon seeing the star twinkle, in an unusual way that Jungkook isn't familiar with.

"i-is that a y-yes?" another twinkle.

"h-hyungie, I w-wish to see y-you again." another twinkle.

and maybe that's the final assurance he needed to go back to that place again, to see his hyung again.

                                                             ☾

and that's how, after two weeks, he finds himself standing in front of Taehyung's house, contemplating whether or not he should go in.

what if Taehyung gets angry upon seeing him? what if Taehyung's partner throws him out of their place? and many more what-ifs.

"excuse me, do you need any help?" he turns around, an unfamiliar person looking at him as if asking him why he is here and whom for?

"umm.. I came to see.. Taehyung hyung"

"are you Jungkook?" his brows knit together upon hearing his name from the stranger. does he know him?

"excuse me, are you Jungkook?" the stranger asks again pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts.

"ah yes, I am. how do you know me-"

"it took you too long, you should've come earlier."

"I know he's married but-"

"so you believed that letter?" Jungkook finds himself even more confused now, what is this guy talking about?

"excuse me, but, who are you? and what are you trying to say?"

"I am Jimin, Taehyung's friend. it's better if we talk inside, you have a lot to know about"

Jungkook is seated in Taehyung's house. the nostalgic feeling, suffocating yet comforting.

"where is Taehyung hyung? Mr. and Mrs. Kim? did they go somewhere and leave the house on you?"

"here, have some water first." Jungkook takes the glass of water he is offered. waiting for the stranger named Jimin to explain everything to him.

Jimin takes a seat in front of Jungkook, a sigh escaping his mouth in the process.

"Taehyung waited for you, for all these years. he was holding onto the promise you made 5 years ago like a child holding his dearest candy. refusing to let go no matter how much you tell him that it is going to give him tooth decay. he wrote letters to you, so many of them. but you only got the one your parents allowed to. he cried every night waiting for you to come back. but you, you got late, Jungkook."

"h-hey, what do you mean?" Jungkook feels uneasy, pushing away all those negative thoughts that were surfacing his conscience.

"I swear I won't spare you if you are messing with me."

"so much has happened since you left. Mr. and Mrs. Kim went back to some other place to live days ago...

and Taehyung, was diagnosed with chronic lymphocytic leukemia last year, fourth-stage blood cancer. terrifying, isn't it? we were terrified too.

he wanted to wait for you until you finally come back, see you again, hear your voice again, even if it were for the last time. but fate had other plans. he even wrote a letter to you, telling you not to be late so that can he can see you before he's no longer able to"

Jungkook is shocked, not being able to comprehend the truth that has been unfolding before him.

"all these past years, for as long as I were with him, there wasn't a day he didn't talk about you. do you remember the day you left? with that promise of yours which you neglected like it was nothing? how could you believe that bullshit? how could you believe that Taehyung fell out of love?

you were so heartless for not having faith in him, for not having faith in your love."

the word guilty is nowhere close to what Jungkook is feeling right now. Jimin is right, how could he? and just when he felt losing himself into oblivion thoughts, Jimin continues again,

"do you wanna know why he wrote that letter? because your mother forced him to." and hearing those words makes Jungkook look at Jimin in aghast.

"yes, she came here and I wasn't feeling good about it but Taehyung stopped me from doing anything because she's your mother. she said terrible things to him, from how he corrupted you to how he is making your life a living hell just by being in it.

she made him write that letter so that you could forget him and start a better life. she hurt Taehyung in ways that couldn't be fixed.

only if she wasn't your mother, nobody has right to say those things to Taehyung. he wrote that letter so that your parents won't hurt you anymore so that you don't suffer.

he wanted to replace the pain with hate, to make you hate and forget him before he leaves the world."

"h-he sacrificed so much so for you Jungkook, he suffered so much for you. what for? for you to question his love and abandon your promise?

even on his deathbed, he was asking me if you changed your mind and returned. even when he was spewing out blood, he was missing you and the last word he spoke was your name.

he was so strong to fight this long. he was right, the universe sees everything.

the universe saw h-him suffering what he did not deserve and maybe that's why... that's why it c-called Taehyung up t-there. to e-end his p-pain. on.. on his l-last b-birthday.

y-you took t-too long J-Jungkook"

and with that Jimin buries his face into his palm, crying. Jungkook cannot help the tears that are free-flowing, still in the process to comprehend everything.

he wants to deny everything Jimin has told him, doesn't want to believe that he can't see his hyung anymore.

"t-tell me y-you are l-lying J-Jimin, t-tell me i-it ain't true" Jungkook hopes, hopes that Jimin says he's lying and Taehyung is still here but Jimin's next words slap the reality on his face, hard.

"h-he loved y-you Jungkook. m-more than y-you c-could ever t-think."

"c-can I v-visit his g-grave?" Jungkook end up asking, engulfed by guilt and pain.

                                                             ☾

the sight of the cemetery making his knees weak, his guts to coil up and his throat to feel heavy just like his heart. they are now standing in front of Taehyung's grave, Jungkook is holding a wreath of lavenders.

lavenders, Taehyung's favorite flowers because of their purple color and symbolism of devotion, grace, and purity, just as Taehyung himself.

"look hyungie, I came. f-finally." Jungkook begins as he kneels down before the grave, tearing up once again seeing the name engraved on the stone, Kim Taehyung.

"it t-took me time, I'm s-sorry for t-taking so l-long. for abandoning t-the promise I-I made, for l-letting you s-suffer a-alone.

only i-if I came a-any s-sooner. only if I h-had more f-faith in u-us. I would h-have seen y-you, even if i-it were for the l-last time.

I.. I love you, h-hyungie. I l-love you so m-much. only i-if I could t-tell you this holding y-your hand once m-more, like t-that night."

Jungkook's head hung low as he cries, Taehyung is no more with them.

he cannot hold his hand and tell him he loves him, he cannot look into those beautiful brown orbs anymore which held so much care for Jungkook, he cannot feel the heartbeat of the heart which had love for him deeper than any ocean, he cannot feel the warmth that made him feel the safest in the whole universe.

he has lost his person, his love, his Taehyung, way before he could have them.

"I k-know you a-are going to s-see me from u-up there because I'll s-see you t-too. I know y-you are going to l-love me, because.. because I-I'm going to l-love y-you too"

Jungkook breaks, into pieces he could never count, his little sniffles and sobs turn into loud wails, accepting

the reality is one of the most difficult things.

that's not what they have planned or even thought of, this is nothing like the happy future nostalgia love brings with itself.

they thought of living together, loving each other more and more each passing day, that they still might do. they thought of having each other by their sides. the longing for each other,

the longing they always craved for.

isn't it brutal of love? to make you feel those things? to make you long for your lover? to make you feel good with the idea of being together?

forever, the biggest fraud concept that is associated with love as a free gift.

sure, this is definitely not what Jungkook and Taehyung longed for,

but fate, brutal in ways you cannot imagine, had other plans.

                                                             ☾

and maybe, if there is a possibility, in an alternate universe, their fate will turn out to be better.

a universe where their unfulfilled love can be fulfilled.

a universe where the symbol of their love, will change from daffodils to ambrosia.

                                                           ♡

-end.

[lunanight2012]

A Whole New World Chapter 1 Part 1

Key:

{Y/N} = Your Name

{E/C} = Eye Color

{H/L} = Hair Length

{H/C} = Hair Color

{S/C} = Skin Color

{N/N} = Nickname

{L/N} = Last Name

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1 year later

(1st person pov)

A whole year has passed since I came to this world and you know what. I love it!

Harry and I have been paired together, and well. We kinda have a thing. I have long since gotten rid of my old clothes and became a full fledged pirate. Oh and Harry and I live together in his apartment.

He's become my best friend, I've never had a best friend so this was nice.

"{Y/N}! Hello? Ya coming?" Harry exclaimed from the hall.

"I'm comin!" I exclaimed, getting my bandana and tying it around my head, keeping my {H/C} {H/L} out of my face.

I headed out of the bedroom and over to where Harry was waiting for me at the door. I smirked, a very mischievous idea coming to mind. I grabbed his hook from him and bolted out the door, giggling like crazy.

"Get back 'ere!" Harry shouted, chasing after me, though I could hear the laughter in his voice.

I laughed as I dodged residents in the market, making my way towards Ursula's Chip Shop. 

Making it inside I placed his hook on the sword check barrel, placing my sword inside before I scampered off towards Uma.

"Bout time Ya showed up… where's Harry?" Uma questioned as I got on my apron to help out at the shop. 

I didn't even answer, just gestured at the door as Harry ran through, grabbing his hook off the barrel and placing his sword in the barrel.

"Ye little brat!" Harry exclaimed, though it was easy to see he wasn't angry, with that goofy smile on his face.

Yea I may or may not do this to him regularly, i perked up as Uma started to swear at the tv.

I walked over to the tiny television and watched with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

"WHAT? THOSE BASTARDS GET TO GET OFF THE ISLE AND WE DON'T???" Uma screamed.

I held Harry's left hand, we just stood there watching a limo pull up to the Auradon school and there they were. A bunch of scary idiots, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. Harry knew how much I wanted to get all the kids off the Isle, but we were Uma's crew so to Uma we wanted to get off the Isle ourselves.

Harry squeezed my hand, knowing what we were seeing was really bugging me.

"Uma! Imma take {Y/N} to the beach. She's not doin good." Harry explained untying my apron and dragging me out of the shop and down to the small littered beach.

"Come on {N/N} what's wrong? I know ye don't like that they got chosen to go to Auradon but what's really botherin ya?" Harry asked me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I stared at the ground, not saying anything. I just wanted to tell him I like as more than a friend but I'm scared.

"I just feel horrible that those jerks get to go to Auradon and you guys don't. Why can't you guys have a nice life with those goody two shoes. I mean heck there's a lot of gorgeous girls in Auradon. I mean have you seen Prince Ben's girlfriend? What was her name???" I rambled on, trying to remember Aurora's daughter's name.

Harry lifted an eyebrow but went along with it. "Audrey? Yea she's alright. I ain't really the princess type if ye haven't noticed {N/N}." Harry stated, showing off his hook.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. Suddenly a clinking bottle drew us away. Of course Captain Hook would find us here on this spot of the beach.

"Boy! Where the hell have ye been!! And who is this pretty thing?" Hook held out his hook, brushing some of my hair back. 

I cringed and backed away, only for him to grab my wrist with his non-hook hand, rather tightly might I add.

"Where do ye think yer goin? Yer coming with me!" Hook exclaime, a VERY creepy grin on his face.

Harry grabbed his fathers hand and ripped it off my wrist, pulling me behind him and glaring at his dad.

"She's mine pops. Fuck off and be pissed somewhere else!" And as soon as those words left Harry's mouth a loud smack could be heard, followed by me gasping.

Yeah, Captain Hook bitch slapped his son across the face. "How dare you talk to me like that you lowly punk! You sir are coming with me." Hook grabbed Harry's left wrist and dragged him away. 

Harry turned back to me, mouthing ‘get back to Umas now’

I whimpered, watching helplessly as harry was dragged away by Hook ‘im sorry’

~back at Ursula's Chip Shop~

I walked back into the shop, head hung low, trying to not cry.

"Where the hell have you bee- where's Harry?" Uma asked looking around.

"His father tried to take me away, so Harry stepped in and his father slapped him and took him away, it's all my fault…" I explained, a sadness to my tone.

Uma dropped whatever she was holding. "Dammit! That bastard is an abusive fuck! {Y/N} go find some bandages, and some needle and thread. Gil, go boil some water! It is gonna be a long day." Uma ordered.

I nodded and ran towards the stalls. Stealing everything Uma asked of me. Running back towards the Chip Shop all I could think of was what was gonna happen to Harry. Is he gonna be ok? This is all my fault. If we had just stayed at the shop-

"{Y/N}! Did you find everything?" Uma exclaimed, drawing me out of my mental breakdown.

I nodded and handed her everything. She nodded in approval and placed them behind the counter in a safe place.

And so while we waited for Harry to return, I helped out Uma at the Shop. It was a rough time helping out without Harry. Mostly because grown men were hitting on me and ugh!! I just want Harry to come back safe and sound.

2 hours later~~~~

I groaned as I held my head, tired of the drunken whistles and catcalls coming from the older male customers. And yes I've been grabbed a couple of times already. My butt, my wrists, my waist… need I go on?

I slumped against the bar as Uma pushed a plate towards me, with fish and eggs and oh!

Harry came in right then, his hook on his belt, hugging his right arm. I ran to him, tears in my eyes.

"Harry!!! I'm so glad you're back!! Wait what's wrong with your arm?" I asked, about to hug him but stopped as I noticed blood dripping down to the floor from his right arm.

"Dad fucked up my arm" Harry explained, wincing as he walked over to the bar.

Uma saw Harry and ran over to him. "I swear to Poseidon, I will kill that fucker dad of yours once and for all for what he's done to you! The bastard doesn't deserve to live!" Uma raged, her shell necklace glowing from beneath her shirt, trying to unleash umas anger, but to no avail.

Uma took Harry over behind the bar counter and got out the medical supplies and, Gil and I’s help, stitched the slice on his arm back up and created a sling for his arm. Uma ordered me to take harry home and make sure the cut didn’t get infected.

I sniffed as I eyed Harry’s arm, seeing blood splotches blooming beneath the white of the sling.

“Harry?” I whispered, he hummed, wincing as he turned to look at me “why did you do that for me? Protect me from your dad? It only caused you harm” he stopped walking, stared at me for a moment, that’s when I finally noticed his face, littered with bruises and cuts, his lip busted and scabbed, a blackening eye.

“I” he started, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, “I care about yeh lassie, I couldn’t let him do tha’ ta yeh, not on my watch”

I felt my eyes tear up. "N-no- no one has ever cared about me that much." I whispered, rubbing the tears from my {E/C} eyes.

Harry was surprised by that. "Really? Now tha' is surprisin'. Yer very special, don' ever let anyone tell ya differently." Harry stated, pulling me to his chest, I began to cry.

We stood like this for only a moment longer before people started noticing us. Harry grabbed my hand with his good one and we ran to the apartment. Ducking, jumping, squeezing past all the people in the marketplace was a task but we were both laughing by the time we got to the apartment.

I placed my palm on the door to open it, slightly wincing. But hey what can you expect from permanent scars on both of my palms, that still hurt even after a year.

Harry frowned. "Scars hurtin?" He asked me once we were inside.

"Yea. But it's alright." I smiled as I closed the door behind Harry.

"Let meh see 'em." He stated, holding out his good hand. 

I sighed and placed both of my hands in his hand. He pulled my hands up to his face and kissed them. My face turning bright red.

He smirked. "Ok lass. Now I've waited a year but I've got two questions for ye." Harry stated, sitting down on our rundown couch.

"Ok." I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"First off. You mentioned you had an affinity for water. What do ye mean by that?" Harry asked me.

I sighed, sitting on the stool across from him. 

"Alright, guess I should expect this. When I was very young, really my entire life, my mom didn't really like me. And now that I think about it, no one in my family liked me. I never got what I wanted for my birthday. My mom kept me inside as much as possible. But when I was young, on rainy days I would sneak out to the backyard and sit on a big log that laid in the back of our backyard and would just giggle as the rain wouldn't touch me but would lightly swirl around me. Of course when my mom saw me she'd scream bloody murder and drag me back inside. Granted the minute she would grab me the rain would hit me. As I got older I learned that being "special" was not something people should know. I needed to keep it locked away. But that didn't make my relationship with my family any better. Actually 6 months before I arrived here I was kicked out of my parents house. I was only 14. I have my own small apartment. Actually, your apartment here is bigger than the one I had back on my world. And I had to lie about my age to get a job, AND I'm still in High School. So yea. Maybe coming here was the world's way of saying I needed a fresh start." I rambled on.

Harry chuckled. "Outside of this barrier is magic. And now I understand why you and Uma get along like sisters." Harry stated, leaning back.

"Har. You said you had two questions. What is the second question?" I asked, becoming curious.

"O-oh… *swallows* Well lass. Ye know I really like ye. And I was wonderin' would ye want to be meh gurl?" Harry asked, his face heating up.

I blushed but smiled, getting up and sitting next to Harry's good side. 

"I like you too harry, and yes i'll be yer gurl" I mocked his accent with a big smile on my face.

Harry smiled and leaned closer to my face. I smirked and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry hummed into the kiss, pushing his passion into it. I felt his good hand cup my cheek. After a moment we broke apart, our breaths ragged.

I brushed his cheek with my thumb. "Well, you just had the honor of being my first kiss!" I giggled with a blush.

Harry smirkes. "Well I'm very much honored lassie~!" Harry winked at me. My face turned bright red in embarrassment.

I looked over at the cracked clock. 12:30pm.

Good thing it's saturday… wait it's thursday!

"Harry we've missed half of school. But with how hurt you are we'll skip today." I stated, standing up. Harry shrugged “eh, missing school is a good thing ‘ere remember? If every vk went to school everyday we would lose all our rep”

"I'm going to grab us some food from the mart. I'll be right back." I said smiling down at him. 

Before Harry could say anything I nicked his hook and left the apartment. Tying my bandana around my head I headed out to the market. Holding Harry's hook in my {dominant} hand.

I got to the market, scouring the stalls, I spotted a stall with semi-fresh fruit. Waiting till the owner wasn't looking, I snuck over and stole two apples, and two peaches. 

"Hey! What do you think your doing missy?" 

Shit.

I smirked, hiding the fruit in my bag and holding up the hook. 

"What did ye say?" I asked, mimicking Harry's voice.

The stall owner held up their hands. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were one of Uma's crew! Please t-take this." The owner handed me a bag of money.

I smirked. "Thank ye very much. Uma will be very happy." I thanked and left. Of course I hit a few stands too, getting eggs, fabrics, and even some potatoes that didn't look too bad.

As I walked back into the apartment I began to sing a song from my world. 

"I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life is kind of boring. Need something that I can confess." I sing as I set the fruit in a basket that was on the cracked kitchen counter.

"'Til all my sleeves are stained red. From all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw me wink, no. I've been on the brink, so." I twirled, putting the eggs in the fridge.

Harry watched me with his brow raised, clearly confused by me.

"Tell me what you want to hear! Something that will light those ears! Sick of all the insincere! So I'm gunna give all my secrets away!" I sang smiling like an idiot.

"Lass. Whatcha singin? Never hear'd that song before." Harry questioned, taking his hook back.

"Its a song from my world." I explained, something I hadn't noticed was that the gold ring around my pupils was getting bigger, slowly covering up my {E/C} eyes.

"Hmm sounds interestin'. Although I much prefer yer voice over everythin'." Harry stated, pulling me close.

I giggled. "Come on Harry. If your feeling well enough to cuddle then you can come with me while I take the money I got to Uma." I stated, holding up the bag of money.

"How'd ya get that?" 

"The stall owners saw yer hook and got scared shitless." I admitted, smiling.

Harry smirked and pulled me close, kissing my head. "I love ye so much lass!" He said into my hair.

I giggled. "Come on my pirate. Let's go see Uma." I smiled.

We left the apartment and headed for Uma's place. The Chip Shop to be exact.

As we get closer I hear singing. 

"What's my name? What's my name?" 

"Not again." I groan.

"Hmm? What's up lass?" Harry asked, curious.

"Uma's singing her what's my name song again." I explained standing outside of the shop. Harry's eyes dilated and he almost seemed like a different person.

He walked right into the shop and started singing. Great. I walked in after him. Not paying any attention to Uma, Harry, or the crew. I sat with my back facing them and ordered a plate of fish. Gil was sitting next to me, clearly too busy eating his eggs to participate in the singing. 

"Gil. Why do you eat so much eggs? Don't you get sick of them?" I asked him as my food arrived.

"No! I gotta eat lots to be like my dad!" He said with his mouth full.

I rolled my eyes, then I noticed that Gil's blonde hair was getting in his eyes. I stole a brown bandana off of a patron and handed it to him. 

"Here Gil. Use this. It'll help you match with the rest of the crew, and you'll be able to eat, walk, fight, talk, etc without having your hair in your eyes." I smiled.

Gil smiled and proceeded to tie the bandana around his head. As he did this I smiled, eating my fish.

"So how is Harry? I heard his dad did that to him. Glad my dad isn't that abusive." Gil stated. His hair looking more "piratey".

I nodded, glancing over my shoulder for a second to see Uma giving the crew commands on how to do the moves properly to her song.

"It's my fault he got hurt tho. His dad saw me and Harry protected me." I explained, sighing a bit.

I pulled on my necklace. This was something I had from my world. The only family member that cared about me was my grandma. But she died when I was 6. The necklace was from her. I never understood why the charm was important,  I can't read the engraving on it, but it was a large coin shaped charm that was smaller than the size of my palm on a sturdy string necklace.. But I don't take it off. The engraving on it was something I gave up on decoding when I was 12.

"{Y/N}?" Gil asked, getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes Gil?" I asked.

"Why are you playing with your necklace?" He asked me with a slight tilt to his head.

"Oh. This was a gift from my grandma, she was the last person to ever actually care about me in my world. I can't understand the engraving though." I admitted, feeling the text again.

"Oh? Maybe Harry can help. He's really good at deciphering stuff." Gil stated eating another egg.

 "Oh? He never told me that." I said as I looked over at Harry and Uma who were chatting about work and stuff. "I'm not going to bother him with it though." I muttered, before looking back at Gil.

"How have you been today Gil? I haven't seen you all day." I asked, tucking my necklace back under my shirt.

"Been fine. My brothers were jerks today. I got a couple of bruises on my back from them. But I managed to get this bandanna from a stall today! Thank you for helping me!" Gil exclaimed with an innocent smile.

This child doesn't deserve to be on this wretched island.

"Your brothers' are horrible. They are just AHHHHHH--!" I screamed, gripping my head as my eyes turned golden, such a bad headache.

"{Y/N}!!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to me. 

I groaned. "I-I'm fine. Bad headache." I groaned out, looking up at Harry.

"Yer eyes, ther' golden." Harry exclaimed, amazed.

I frowned and rubbed at my eyes. Why are they fully golden? That never happens. I groaned again and squinted up at Harry, Gil, and Uma. When did I get on the ground.

"How'd I get down here?" I asked, the headache finally disappearing.

Gil's face got closer to mine. "Her eyes are back to normal!" Gil exclaimed.

Of course more crew members started gathering around. And I became flustered.

"I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered, my face turning red from embarrassment.

"Alright everyone back to work!" Uma commanded.

[honeybearloco]

― “...Every Word.”

title → “...every word.”

pairing → gray x female reader.

synopsis → gray and his idol girlfriend (who is the little sister of THE g-dragon) are in an on-again, off-again relationship. 

word count → 1.9k.

a/n → ngl,, i would die for gray. and i guess all the people who follow this blog stan gd and really wanna be his sister or sumn sksksksk i don’t think this was completely the request, im sorry !! 

“We broke up.”

“AGAIN?! Y/N! OH MY GOD! LET HIM GO!” Your friend, (Friend’s Name) shouted, throwing a pillow at you.

“OUCH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“That was for dealing with this shit for how many years with this fucker now? Like three years?” 

You huffed, covering your head with the pillow letting out a groan, “It’s been four years!”

She rolled her eyes, sitting next to you on your bed, grabbing the pillow to make you look up at her. You could already see the disappointed look in her face. You didn’t blame her for being disappointed.

She’s been your best friend since the two of you were kids. She didn’t want you to be hurt like this, and your “relationship” with Sunghwa was hurting you as well as him.

For 4 years now, you had been in an on-again and off-again relationship with Sunghwa. While girls your age were now either looking for a life partner to settle down with or starting to have kids, you didn’t want that.

You didn’t even want an actual relationship. 

Despite your parents’ pleas for you to find someone to settle down with, you continued doing what you love, performing. Performing became your life, as it has always been since you were younger. 

Being THE G-Dragon’s little sister always seems to put you in the light for whatever you had done. Even if it was simply going to a restaurant or park or even taking a walk by yourself. All eyes were on you. 

Following in your brother’s footsteps, you had begun auditioning in companies at a young age. You took on SM Entertainment as that was the first place your brother auditioned, and you wanted to train alongside him.

You were accepted on your first attempt and became a trainee. Four years into your training period, Jiyong had left to go to YG. You had wanted to follow him, but he refused to let you, making you stay at SM.

Years later in 2006, Jiyong officially debuted as a member of BIGBANG under YG Entertainment. And then in the beginning of 2007, you officially debuted as a soloist under SM Entertainment. 

While your concepts were completely different, many continued to draw parallels between the two of you.

During the stage of your first win, you were in tears and Jiyong had gone up to hug you, which sparked the interest of many. Seeing all the weird things people were saying, Jiyong had confirmed that you were his sister and his sister ONLY.

The two of you were known for your close relationship, which was why whenever Jiyong did something on TV, he was always asked about you. Whenever you did something on TV, you were always asked about him. The two of you were inseparable and have always been.

Your career was your lover. Your career was your baby. You didn’t have time for a relationship, and as mentioned earlier you didn’t want one. But you had needs. Netizens were breathing down your neck just to find something on you. Because you’re an unproblematic queen.

A dating scandal isn’t what you needed. 

Then you met Sunghwa. On the night of the anniversary of your debut, you had gone to a club with your friend just to relax a bit, as you had been working hard on something for your fans. You really needed a break.

You saw him across the bar. You had seen his face around. You had known who he was. He didn’t? He was an amazing artist. You couldn’t help but introduce yourself. You at least wanted some kind of collab. 

The looks of things, he knew you too. The two of you exchanged contact information and went from there. 

It was then rumored to the public that the two of you might be working on a song together, and they weren’t too far off. That’s where it started...eventually becoming more than that.

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say Sunghwa was a very attractive man. He was too hot for his own good. 

One night, the two of you had gotten a little too drunk in the studio. One thing led to another and the next morning, you found yourself in his bare chest in your naked glory.

It was only supposed to happen one time. 

But of course that it didn’t stop. He wanted you, he craved you, as you did him, beginning the on-again-off-again relationship the two of you have. It’s been like this for four years.

You’re together, everything is going well and then someone says something that pisses you off and everything falls apart and you break up. You had lost count of how many times you and Sunghwa OFFICIALLY ended things only to get back together the next week. 

Now here you sat, with your best friend by your side, upset over your umpteenth breakup with Sunghwa that happened just yesterday.

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself. It’s like the both of you want to be with each other but then you don’t because you’re scared or something,” She mentioned. 

You sighed, pulling the pillow back over your head, “He doesn’t want to be in a relationship with me.”

“Are you blind? Sunghwa has been dedicated to you and you only for 4 years now. Even when you guys broke up several times, he never ever even looked at another girl. If anything, Sunghwa fucking loves you.”

“Who the hell told you that?” You questioned, your voice kind of muffled by the pillow. 

“Jay, of course.”

“Since when do you listen to Jay? I thought you hated him. What happened?”

She rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest, “I do hate him but I still listen to him...even though he’s the most annoying man to walk the planet. And Jay told me that all Sunghwa talks about is you, making you happy, hanging out with you, collabing with you. He’s fucking in love with you and you still don’t see it.”

You uncovered your face once more, looking at her, “That’s a lie. Sunghwa doesn’t want a relationship with anyone just as much as I don’t want one.”

“You’re right, he doesn’t want a relationship with anyone. He wants one with you, and you’re not just anyone, Y/N. Hell the boy wrote several songs about you. And don’t try to say they aren’t about you, because they are. And you’ve wrote several songs about him.” 

Before you could speak, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone and bringing it to your face to see Jay’s name appear across the screen with a text, “Speak of the fucking devil.”

‘Baby GD, did something happen between you and Sunghwa?’ His text read.

‘We broke up, why?’ You replied back, waiting for Jay’s response. Worry filled your mind. Jay hadn’t always texted you about Sunghwa, let alone text you asking if something happened out of the blue.

Was he okay?

Did something happen?

Was he hurt?

“Y/N, you okay?” F/N asked. Before you could speak, Jay had responded. You looked down at the message, ‘He locked himself in his studio and he hasn’t been out in hours. We’re kinda worried about him.’

You had known what that meant. Sunghwa didn’t lock himself in his studio unless he was TRULY sad or angry.

‘I’ll be there in a minute.’

You climbed out of bed quickly, throwing on a jacket.

“Where are you going?” 

“Sunghwa has locked himself in the studio again. I gotta go see him.”

“There you go again,” She sighed. 

Annoyed, you turned to her with a worried expression on his face, “F/N, Sunghwa has locked himself in the studio, and no one knows how long he has been in there. The last time he did that, he didn’t eat for almost two days and almost passed out! I’m not letting him do that to himself again. I can’t, especially when it’s my fault. I need to go check on him.”

You grabbed your phone and bag, heading out of the room, leaving your friend in your apartment. 

She shouted behind you, “MAKE SURE TO TELL HIM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM!”

“NO PROMISES!”

You hopped in your car, heading to AOMG in a rush, but of course obeying the traffic laws. 

You arrived shortly, AOMG wasn’t too far from where you had lived.

You parked your car and rushed inside, to see Jay waiting for you at the door.

“There you are, Baby G-Dragon. So what happened?”

“I’ll explain later. I just need to see him right now,” You replied, bypassing him, heading straight toward Sunghwa’s studio, slamming your fist on the door repeatedly, “Lee Sunghwa! Open the door!”

“Y/N?” His sweet voice chimed on the other side of the door. “Yes, it’s me. Now open the door!”

A few seconds of silence sounded before the sound of the door unlocking. The door opened to reveal Sunghwa with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair was all over his head. He wore a grey hoodie and sweatpants, not caring what he had looked like in that moment. “Jay texted you, didn’t he?”

“Sunghwa, you look horrible.”

“Thanks for making me feel better,” He groaned, leaning against the door frame. 

You pushed him further into the studio, closing the door behind you, noticing how dark it was. You turned on the light, “We’ve called it quits plenty of times before, why are you acting like this?”

“I don’t know. I guess...this one just really hurt. I thought it was going to be the end of us. I don’t want it to be the end of us,” He confessed, his eyes twinkling.

“Answer me this,” You started, making his ear perk up, “Lee Sunghwa, tell me how you truly feel about me, about us, about this. I want to hear every word.”

Without hesitation, he answered, “I love you, Y/N. I have for a long time now and I can’t get over it. I know we’ve both said that we don’t want a relationship, but with you it’s different. You’re different. We’re different. I...can’t be without you. Just the thought of you with someone who isn’t me hurts. I know how your company is. I know you need to maintain your good reputation and you wouldn’t risk it for a guy like me, but I―”

You cut him off, taking his soft face into your gentle hands, smashing your lips onto his in a passionate kiss. Without wasting a second, he relaxed against your lips, allowing his hands to snake around your waist gently.

You slowly pulled away, your eyes opening as had his. He stared into yours with admiration and love.

“I love you too, Sunghwa. I...I want things between us to work. I want us to work. I don’t just want to have you, I want to hold you, love you, kiss you, hug you. I want you all to myself,” You confessed, pressing your forehead against his.

You continued, “I want to lay in your chest on raining days and relax. I want to hear your heartbeat as I lay on your chest as you sleep. I want to make sure you are okay, every second of every day. I meant it when I said I love you.”

“I mean it too,” He smiled.

“So.”

“So.”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” The two of you asked at the same time. The two of you giggled.

“I asked first!”

“Nuh-uh, me!”

“No me!”

[thecombatbunny]

Finally made it to the part of “the next chapter” that caused a lot of controversy.

Incoming rant below.

*** SPOILER *** (Do I even need to do this for an old series?)

Korn cheats. He’s a cheater. He did the most horrible thing a person could do to their partner, right???

I had a lot of feelings about this storyline and went through something of an emotional roller coaster.

My first reaction, of course, was, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?!?! All we want is for Korn and Knock to be happy because they do love each other. As the audience, we want our OTP to work out and be committed to each other. This is NOT the drama we were looking for. Korn’s homophobic shithead of a father is acceptable drama. Knock being a slacker is acceptable drama. Jay the factory worker who has it out for them is acceptable drama. These are things Korn and Knock can work on and the kind of issues that don’t really make us question their feelings for each other. 

Cheating, however, throws a huge wrench into things. Not only the fact that he cheated but the whole circumstances around it and who it was with. 

To set the stage, things are not great between Korn and Knock. Knock is angry that Korn won’t be honest with his parents about their relationship because he doesn’t want to hide anymore but he doesn’t give Korn any credit for trying to come out on multiple occasions only to be degraded and shot down. Korn’s dad is a real piece of work. Knock instead is so focused on his own gripes and drinks or games instead of supporting Korn, even when Korn just wants to spend time with him. There was one scene like that that was really just sad to watch. 

Korn is left emotionally abandoned and generally ignored, which is exactly the situation Pete, who is not only an older man but both their boss, wants and had crafted by manipulating Korn into thinking that he’s the only one who can understand him while using a story about his boyfriend who passed away to gain sympathy. 

Korn fucked up. He 100% did and he was not as strong or confident as he seemed in TWM where he stood by his feelings for Knock no matter what was happening around them; Knock being “straight” and having a girlfriend, said girlfriend’s plotting, Knock’s back and forth bullshit between hooking up with Korn then getting pissed and going back to his girlfriend. Through all of that, Korn loved Knock and told him he would accept whatever he decided. That is the Korn we loved. But here he crumbled. 

If it’s not obvious already, I’m a Korn sympathizer. I don’t condone cheating but I understand his moment of weakness and how terrible he felt right after. That moment when he walked out Pete’s door and the realization fully hit him and he hated himself. Pete made himself out to be the only one Korn could really turn to, and Korn, in a drunken moment of weakness fell for it.

Initially, it bugged me that it was Pete he cheated with and not say, his ex Mew, which would have made more sense because they have history vs Korn clearly didn’t feel anything for Pete but then I realized why that worked. As GROSS as fucking Pete was, Korn cheating on Knock with someone he had real feelings for would have been exponentially worse. 

Even at this point, I don’t doubt Korn’s love for Knock. The cheating happened because of alcohol, lack of self-confidence and self-control. Korn opted for the thing that would make him feel better now rather than look at the big picture. As hurt as Knock is, it was just sex.

On the other side of it, it’s as though the writers wanted to make Korn look extra scummy by juxtaposing his cheating with a beautiful moment of Knock coming out to his family and being happy and loving to Korn afterward when he wasn’t that way at all for the first 7 episodes. It’s like he flipped and became the perfect boyfriend specifically to contrast Korn being the worst boyfriend. 

I don’t want them to break up but cheating, no matter the circumstances, is difficult to get past so I guess we’ll see how it goes...

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

11.

“Good morning Christopher!” my eyes shot open seeing Robyn’ face hovering over mine, frowning at her in such confusion, what on earth. Robyn moved back with such a smile to her face, looking around the room confused as hell “morning sleepy head, for a guy that doesn’t sleep you sure have been sleeping lots” watching Robyn slowly walk over to the chair in the corner, resting my head back and looking at the balcony doors open. I am in love with the sound of the sea, that is what is making me sleep, this whole vibe here in Mexico has bought me so much peace “sorry, if I scared you awake that is” she said but I was dreaming well, good dreams that is. Robyn has been busy while being here so for those few days I have been on my own with her family, which honestly it was ok but awkward with Rorrey, Robyn just doesn’t stop working either. She is trying to make a lot of content for her business, I get it but I missed her and that sucks for me “I need to lock my door” clearing my throat as I turned my head “you wouldn’t dare, but I am sorry though. I have been busy but I did offer for you to come” nodding my head, she did but I feel I am just getting too much, I need to step back “it is ok Robyn, I think you missed me more then I missed you” rubbing my face as I stretched out my body, pushing myself up on the bed “I wear boxers, don’t get excited now” pulling the covers up a little “I have seen it before nigga” Robyn smirked “I know after the gender reveal I became busy, I just wanted to get a lot of these things out of the way. I never got to ask how you feel about it being a girl, I have been too busy being on cloud nine about it all. I am so happy about this. A daughter, this is what I have wanted for a while. I feel so blessed” smiling at Robyn, I can see how happy she is about having a daughter “I am totally happy for you though, I know a daughter is what you have been wanting. But I feel happy, I am nervous about it all. Everything is so new to me because I never got that experience, that whole process of having a baby, but wow. A baby girl, I think I will be going grey and I will be stressed the fuck out. Royalty is a handful already, girls are a handful but people think boys are, but girls are just bossy, Royalty texts me, even now. She likes to know I am ok so I know that our daughter will be the most loving thing, she doesn’t actually take in things she sees but at times more recently I feel like she sees something and then asks why, like Hoody had a party and she was like why? I wasn’t there but you had one. Boys are slow I guess” I laughed “but I know our daughter going to be blessed, a mother like you. She is blessed already” Robyn cooed out “I am happy to know you are loved, girls are precious. You are lucky to have daughters, they love and care for you the most, you are loved Chris” smiling at Robyn, she is right.

This does suck because we are going back today, that is it “I wanted to ask like, when are you thinking of telling the world who the father is? No rush, just asking” I am wondering what she is planning, I know shawty be planning everything out “well I honestly don’t want to tell anyone until my baby is here and she is ok, our baby sorry. I don’t want the stress, I don’t want the bullshit and I also don’t want you to get the bullshit, I still think you need to help yourself also, I need to know you will be for real in this Chris, we are going back to normal life now and I am scared, I will admit it. I don’t want no half ass shit, I don’t want you on drugs, I want the best of you, I want this Chris I know now. But you are going to go back to normal life, I will be gone doing my thing. I just want you to really clean your side of your life Chris, so I am not jumping into telling the world, not when we are not ready to share such a news, they don’t deserve it. Neither does those people that won’t be happy for you and I, I will equally get it in the neck for this just as you because nobody wants to see this, this will be in their terms bad for us, bad press. But I am done with that, I don’t care what they say really. We could say it now, but do I want to hear the backlash right now when I am trying to enjoy myself. I will be hounded, whether I hide or not. Jay will be questioning me, so for peace of mind of us both, we are waiting and we will hide it until we can say hey, this our daughter and we are happy, bye” Robyn is right I guess, I still have a lot of shit to do at home “do you trust me?” I questioned, it’s a big thing and I hope she does. Robyn pointed at me “you, I do. But temptation is there also, I want you to do this for you because I am not always there” nodding my head, she has a point.

Clearing my throat “you may not be around but I wouldn’t want to let you down so I wouldn’t fuck up, I just” licking my lips pausing “I am going to be alone aren’t I?” Robyn looked at me in confusion, she is confused “what do you mean?” I laughed “I want more, maybe I am just pushing it because I know me, I know what I am like and I would never settle with another” Robyn’ face softened, she gets it now “and the thought of you not wanting me in that way, to know my daughter could potentially have a step father, I don’t want that. I want to be happy with you” why am I getting emotional, putting my head down “Robyn, come and eat! We need to go!” Monica shouted “this is the thing about me and you, we can never be friends. It is either all or nothing with us, it is hard for us. I will admit it, it is so hard for me to be here as a friend. I see you and my stomach drops, I just love you, but I hold back because I am scared also, it’s a lot. I want us to be the best parents Chris, I want us to be here for our daughter being the best parents that she will appreciate. I don’t want us to be in a relationship that ends up becoming messy for us and we fall out where we can’t be that, I don’t want that for us Chris. And I have thought about it, I have thought on what if but the main thing I want for us, is to be good parents, and I hurt for you. I don’t want to be the only person you feel you can relay on, why are you upset?” wiping the tear that fell and shook my head “I’m not” I said “talk to me” shaking my head “you need to eat” which she does “and so do you” I don’t want to eat “I will be down” rubbing my chin.

Mexico has been good, I have enjoyed it but also very busy for me, having to do some last minute shoots and then I came up with maternity wear, I mean why not while I am pregnant so it has been busy but I am sad, I feel a little sad that Chris is feeling I am his end all, which ok that is fine but what if we never get together or he goes back to that life, I don’t know with it all “you have been miserable all this time” I can’t believe they have sat me across this idiot “how can a guy that has two kids, one in Germany that he doesn’t care about and the other is trying to sell her daughter online be a good dad to your kid? I have seen what you are like with him, you purposely got pregnant by him, I think you are being stupid, she has her uncles. Rajad and I are here for her, she doesn’t need him, he is a fucking mess, he is vile. You say I don’t know him, but I have seen a lot. He made you look a whole clown in front of the world over some girl but here you are pregnant by him, I don’t think she should have his surname either, that little girl is Fenty, point blank” I can’t believe what I am hearing “mom, have you heard what shit he is speaking? I have told him to not talk about my life or what I do, I want my daughter to grow up with two fucking parents! You are judging him by the blogs, because before that shit happened you liked him Rorrey, I am sick of it. Just leave it!” I shouted, getting on my nerves “leave your sister alone” Bravo got involved “no man is perfect, he is here, and I respect that. So, all of you stop, now” staring at Rorrey in anger “we will see” Rorrey sniggered “that you want your niece to have shit? You can’t dictate what I do because you dislike Chris, because if that were Drake you would gargle his fucking balls now fuck you and deal with it or fuck off, period!” I am done “for you, I will deal with it, but I am letting you know how I feel about this. You entertain his foolery, you do. Like I said, for you I will” and Chris wants me to tell the whole world, that shit is not fucking happening anytime soon “Rorrey, I promise you this. My daughter will not be near you until you can openly talk to Chris and you fucking get over it!” I shouted; I am angry now.

Chris didn’t come down at all, he didn’t eat, and shit is being put away now, so I know he purposely didn’t come down. I don’t want to upset him or give him false hope but this is not easy, I don’t want to jump into things, I know there is a lot of things happening, lots of emotions, we are close, we are collectively spending a lot of time together, having a baby now is making even more connection. I feel it too. My phone pinged, looking at the message “fucking Drake” placing my phone back down, he is texting me like we are having play dates, can he please get off my pussy “can you leave that?” I said to the cleaner that was going to take the waffles and chicken “put it on a plate please” getting up from the chair, I am not sure what Chris wants me to say to him. He still has so much to go and do, this is just the start for us “we are going to California, Jay is going to be there. You know he has been wanting to see you so get it over with” Jen is right “I will, but I will be back. Thank you” the cleaner passed me the plate “hungry?” Jen looked at the plate and then me “no ma’am. It’s for him, he is not happy with me. He wants me to claim him, he wants me to be his and I knew that but I am trying to stray away from that, I want us to be parents first, Chris is always one way or another, I am testing him though. I am going to say no to him, I did say no but not a blunt no. Then I will see how he changes, I just don’t want to take him in like this, you know” I sighed out “but I want him to eat” I smiled, Jen poked her lips out “well you go and feed him, he always wants to claim you so quickly” don’t I know it.

Oh, Chris is not happy at all, I can tell the difference in his persona “what is that?” he is huffing and puffing “food for you to eat, you said you was coming down and you didn’t. So eat” placing the plate on the table, sitting down on the chair placing my phone on the table also “I don’t like this between us Chris, I just don’t want a relationship Chris. I don’t want it, and I know that we have been close with this time away, but I don’t want that right now when I have a lot going on” unreasonable Chris is going to appear “fine, whatever” he got up from the bed “I am ready to go anyways” he has a nice tan on him “but I know you’re upset with me” least he is eating “suppose, also the fact I am going, just that I enjoyed this. I have a lot to go back too, and you are right. It’s a lot of emotions with us” watching Chris pick at the chicken “also I didn’t want to see your brother, he stares at me” nodding my head slowly knowing how annoying Rorrey is being, my phone pinged. Looking at the screen, I slowly looked at Chris and I mean of course he is looking at the same thing I was looking at. Trust my so called fancy man that I was trying to get into when I wasn’t this pregnant bitch to text me now, I was not expecting a text from him, also that unanswered Drake text hasn’t worked in my favour “cool” now this is awkward but do I bring it up or just ignore it, maybe just ignore it “I will leave you to it, we will be leaving soon” we will see if Chris decides he wants to be that guy I said I don’t want around my child, I can’t always hold his hand to be good.

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

Coraline, I miss you.

You know what's funny,

This is the first time, in a long time,

Where I actually didn't cry by the end of our story.

Like I was shocked for a moment, like:

"Why do I feel ok?"

"Why am I not angry or sad?"

"Or ready to toss myself out of a window?"

It’s because we've already died once. I've accepted this death.

My soul has felt like this, twice maybe nearly three times....ok maybe 16 if you’re including childhood. Heartbreak don't phase me no more. It’s required when falling in love with someone like you. Someone who has ripped through people so many times as the same had been done to you as a child.

But Jesus rose again each time.

He has gotten me through every hell hole with you.

I shall fear no evil.

No longer do I fear the love in my heart for you either.

I dont have to do anything. I dont have to say anything.

I can just be here, chilling, living my life, as I should.

Helping myself to a pack of gummy worms

That I forgot was on the floor.

And there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Im not choosing to be bitter.

Im not choosing to be scared that my ex lovers might kidnap me, kill me, or break my heart again in the future.

(I might have these thoughts in the back of my head...)

But for what? Because of the past?

I know who they are and I know my God.

"God is bigger than the boogie man"

He will protect me from Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and his crew of theives.

Im not crying in pain anymore.

My wounds are sealed.

It’s finally been done.

Even though im still in love with you, yet left me with none in return.

I know you still burn a secret torch for me.

And you’ll probably be the last to know as you still say to yourself “its just lust”

But i did the same thing, holding myself back because I thought it was just lust and look at where it got me.

Stuck playing with you, and sipping vodka at pity parties whenever you or she called it quits.

And I'll probably be there once they realizes how to escape from the prism of prisons that they (one person; my ftm) had forced themselves into to survive their childhood:

1st- their insecurity and battle of mind

2nd- their complex view on sex, marriage, and commitment

And finally 3rd; childhood trauma.

Jay you gotta heal from your mother and your father's wounds that they gave you. Emotionally and physically.

Because the scars that you bare now, can pass on to your children if you don't grieve properly.

Showing emotion is not weak. Yes, you are going to be vulnerable. But it takes strength to show where your wounds are to somebody that you trust.

I'm sorry I lied about my involvement with Calvin to try and make you feel jealous. We're just work buddies, nothing more. It was to get back at you for making me feel jealous on purpose in Franken----, I had a feeling that you were doing it for attention from me and her, because you wanted to see how I would react. So instead, that day (and the day at the target/mall) I gave you the cold shoulder and ignored you every time you attempted to get a reaction out of me. Because I knew you were being sly and sadistic to me, you felt a dry spell between us and wanted to know if I was being mischievous or did I actually stop being interested in you?

I know its confusing, because by this point usually you would say something argumentative like "well, how do you know all that?"

And then I would say, "Clearly, its simple. I know you. Jay-Jaiden-Jocelyn. Because clearly you operate on entirely different plane of view than I. You think like 3-4 different people at a time, and that my friend sounds exhausting.

That repepetive pounding in your head is from, your father still infiltrating your mind. The one who abused you the most.

I saw this that night we got into it at your apartment. You got in my face, poked me in my chest as you said "Now you have to make the asshole."

You made the energy in the room feel cold. And I knew it wasn't you.

It was your father. You became your father's energy. You replicated that.

Because your body remembers.

You, Jay, might not remember.

But the other people in line for your spot in your mind do,

Remembers all too well. They keep your secrets safe within you.

Once the council figured out that I knew,

they got scared and tormented me for it.

Na, knows it too.

She's playing mind games on you.

But you can't see it physically.

I couldn't see it either at first.

Until I got home everytime and reflected back at what happened

In reverse.

Everything is inverted.

This whole time I thought it was you that was evil.

But its really been her.

She's been using your mind against you.

All because of cheating on her with other people over the years. It hurt her deeply. She grew numb, cold, and distant. That’s why she wants another. Because you were always looking outside from her to seek pleasure and attention.

She used to be serving, and submissive to you, but now she’s outsmarted you. She knows that you will always play outside, so she gave you a leash. Thus, a leash for herself to gift you, so she could seek her benefits elsewhere too.

She said she always felt like she needed to take care of someone or something to feel better. I think you’re still in delusion about everything staying together with her.

She said she was gonna ask me to move in with y'all! Of course I was next to have a leash. I was her next project to take care of.

I needed to get out of there. Before she had me hip to her bosom just like you.

A girl with mommy issues. 

I was next on her guest list.

She knows the key is to my heart. And the only way to get instant access is my...... “peaches.” SHE WANTED EXCLUSIVE ACCESS TO MA’ PEACHES! 

OF COURSE I RANN!

And I’m glad I did. Cause’ then you and I would have been stuck on that boat for awhile. Like her two light skinned boyfriend/girlfriends. 

I know it sounds like I have commitment issues, but tbh she was way too controlling of a girlfriend to begin with. And I see why, but still...

I know it might take awhile before you actually find this.

But please know, my intention was to help you.

But at least I found out before its too late.

That I can't.

You can't save someone who doesn’t see anything wrong with their environment. I can see you’re both hurting, but I have to let you both learn what's been going on on your own.                                  

Only you can break down the walls that your mind built yourself within.

That damn rabbit hole. I didn’t want you to fall in.

But I can see now that you already did.

And I accept that I’ve lost you. My best friend.

But you’ll come back when you are ready.

But I can't say that I’ll be the same person by the time you come back.

Because we always do.

I love them, and thats it, thats the end of it.

And I finally know its alright to feel peace

After I’ve already done all that I could.

What happened. Happened. And its up to me now to carry my own weight and pack my saddlebag for my next adventure

-✈️You’re looking at your new Flight Attendant. 

P.S. I’m earning my badges as I go. And Tumblr, I’m just venting while my therapist is on my vacation and I’m waiting to come out to my parents until I move to have a decent, stable home in New York or Connecticut somewhere...wherever...damn...imma be 25 next year wtf

[polygamyff]

49. Part 2

Now we both quiet, I disagree with Robyn totally on this she is being deluded about my mother that is still with my dad for money, I know that, I mean the whole world does but my girl wants to be like this, she is probably acting out because she is stressed out. What young woman would want to be with an already old man, it’s money and I don’t care. Looking over at Robyn, she is angry. With her arms folded and the frown, she is very angry over something she didn’t need to say anything about, Mami has been there for me when I was ill, doesn’t she understand this “stop looking at me” Robyn said, I sighed out “I don’t want to argue with you over this” I really don’t want that, I want us to get on “but she’s not coming to the home, that is the issue and the issue will remain Maurice. Maybe if you were not so damn disrespectful towards the woman that pushed you out then maybe I may have but no, I just cannot do it. I cannot allow it” well this is an issue then “the home is also my home too; I just think you need to let it go. My mother was useless, some people are better parents” Robyn put her hand up “you would have replaced me and took my child, your attitude is that nasty” clearing my throat shaking my head “this is why I respect you Robyn, you care. You are more of a woman then my own mother, you would kill me first before I take Reign, I love you for that. You would fight me, that is love. She did not love me enough” that is the truth “how do you know she does not love you!? The golden fucking boy, the key to the company, she didn’t love? That is utter fucking bullshit Maurice, you are so wrong, and I do not want to hear it, this is not happening Maurice. I am sorry” I guess we are going to agree to disagree on this “mhmmm” some battles I am not going to win but I will have to work on Robyn “I love you though, and I do mean it when I say I respect you a lot for the way you are. I do respect your opinion too, I don’t want you to be upset with me either” rubbing my chin, I know Robyn is angry as shit so I am trying to calm her ass down “well I guess tonight will be fun” that means she is going to continue it.

Looks like they are here, I can see from the glass in the meeting room they have arrived. I can see Jay’ big ass head “well your family are here, I guess your hate can leave for a while” sitting back in the seat “are you going to leave me now? Because we argued” shaking my head “never, I respect you. I told you this” watching Robyn’ body language soften as she sees these people, she is not frowning anymore so that is a good thing “come in” Jay opened the door, Robyn looks so nervous right now “it’s ok” grabbing her hand “sit here” Jay pointed at the seats, Rell’ mother walked around Jay and literally came over ever so close “woah, hey. Please stay here” Robyn’ eyes widened as this lady came close enough “oh hello, I am not here to scare you. I am Daphne, I will not hurt her. Hi, oh my god! I felt it in my heart, I felt in my heart my son was living on. I knew god would answer my prayers, god did. Look at you, you are so beautiful” Daphne is so emotional, she is actually holding a bible too, she must be religious as hell “mom, please sit down” her son said, Robyn swallowed hard not even saying a word. I can only imagine how she feels right now, it’s a lot to take in. Just seeing this woman that is actually your grandmother, it’s a lot for her. Robyn gripped my hand as I held hers, she is nervous “wait outside” I said to Jay “we are ok here” smiling at him “I will be out there, I have your keycard” nodding my head.

Daphne is staring at Robyn in awe and Robyn is looking in fear, she is so nervous “so erm, shall we just introduce each other to everyone?” I asked, I might as well help them do this “yes, yes. I am Daphne, I am Rell’, he was my baby” she said as her voice broke “Wesley Romano” the father said “Kiano, it’s nice to meet you” the no emotion man speaks “are you going to tell them?” I said to Robyn “oh I’m Maurice, her fiancé” I added “Robyn” she said in a whisper “just like Rell, beginning with an R, how are you?” Daphne asked “Filia eius vere sunt idem quaerere” Wesley said to Kiano “what did he say?” Robyn was quick to ask me “erm, he said you’re really his daughter. You look the same” Kiano’ face softened, he didn’t think I would know “Robyn, you need to stop being so quiet. I know they don’t know you but come on” I said in a whisper, Robyn is staring at me for help like I can carry on speak on her behalf. She looked away from me and at them “I am ok, just a little scared. Nervous” she needs to speak “I am too, I am so happy to see you. I felt it in my heart, I saw the TV and god blessed me. I don’t want to scare you, but I am so happy” catching Wesley wipe his eye, he is emotional “it’s ok” Robyn said in a whisper “did your mom never tell you Robyn? Beautiful name, it reminds me of my son” Robyn shook her head “I found out just recently, it was a shock to me. Don’t think I am being rude, but I am just trying to sink this in, I know you are too but it’s just scary. I thought this man was my father, he was good to me and then he isn’t. I am not being rude, but I am just thinking too” moving my hand away from Robyn “thank you for letting us see you, you didn’t have too. It’s emotional to see” Wesley said but put his head down “so what do you do?” Kiano asked Robyn “you moved here recently” Robyn nodded her head “and I am surgeon at the trauma unit at the king’s county hospital” Daphne gasped and both grandparents looked at each other looking ever so proud “that is amazing Robyn, wow. A surgeon huh, who would have thought that. Wow” Kiano looked taken a back “my brother would have been so proud, wow. I am amazed by it” I grinned proudly at Robyn “thank you, I didn’t think I would have got that far. When I told my parents what I wanted to do, my mom believed in me, it was a hard journey but to be a surgeon at this age, it’s amazing. Everyone that sees me are like you’re twenty seven, and a surgeon? I just passed my test papers like they were nothing, everything just seemed so easy, but yeah. Thank you” Robyn is finally speaking “Exaltabitur cor vestrum, which means I am proud of you” Wesley said, Robyn shyly put her head down, they are really so proud of her.

Smiling at Robyn “so are you Latino?” Robyn pointed at Wesley “erm yes my mother is Latino, my father left me when I was five. I didn’t know him, so I grew up in a strict Latino family, my dad is black. I don’t know him, but I speak a lot of Latin and English. I met Daphne, she reminded me of my mother a lot, so we got married, and we had five children. Rell being our youngest, this is Kiano, he would have been the youngest, but she fell pregnant again” Wesley laughed “we have so many babies now, but that was it. I have five children in my heart, I got three boys, two girls and” he went quiet putting his head down “I am still heartbroken till this day, my son gone like that but seeing you. My heart feels healed, things got so bad we divorced, and it was a bad time. I thank you so much for seeing us, I wish we know before, the love we hold here” he placed his hand over his heart “it’s big, we don’t know you, but you look just like him and I hope we do get to know you more, that is up to you” Wesley is a nice guy, maybe the cartel thing is a joke “I would like to know more about my dad, how was he?” Robyn is asking questions “shall I get the picture out?” Kiano said “please, oh he was so mischievous, he was a good boy Robyn. He was never bad, he was mistaken. Oh he was very shy too, I goes Wesley he has no girlfriend, where is it” Daphne said laughing and so did Robyn “and then he told his sister he met your mother, my sister said he was over the moon. And I do kind of remember her but it was blurry but that was the first time I found out he had a girlfriend; I think your mom was his real relationship but he was so shy” I feel like Robyn is more into this now “my mom said he wasn’t a bad guy, she said the stupid man was in the wrong place. She said they argued about the situation that night and she was going to tell him about me but then, it happened and to hear how you all speak on him, I wish I knew him you know. I am mourning this man I don’t know” Kiano got up from the chair and made his way over to us “this is my brother at six months out, we was laughing at him as kids” Kiano placed his phone down, looking down at the phone seeing the baby picture “he had a bald patch at the back of his head so our older siblings were laughing, he was so upset because they was laughing and he didn’t understand” he does look upset “no way, Reign had the same bald patch right there, oh my god” Robyn placed her hand over her mouth “oh my” she said in a whisper “she really did, that is weird” I said, it’s literally the same spot as his.

It was nice to see picture of her dad, Robyn looks a little emotional “this is weird, I do understand but I want to make sure we make you as comfortable as possible. Your dad was a good man, I cannot speak on the family around us on what they are like but I can speak on my kids, and we are good people. He was my bonus baby that I love so much, and I am so happy to meet you. I feel whole, I felt it in my soul there was something missing, you both have a daughter?” nodding my head “I do, Reign-Texas, she is nine months. After seeing those pictures, you know. She looks like me, she has his ears, but she is my mini me and I see Rell in her, it’s really got me shocked. I have my mother’ eyes but he is me and I just, I am sad I don’t know him, but I feel happy in a way. I am glad I met you, I feel at peace too” Daphne cooed out “can I see a picture of her? Please?” she asked, Robyn looked at me “I left my phone at home” letting out an oh unlocking my phone “I can show you” sliding across my apps “are you both married?” Wesley asked “erm, not right now” tapping on the latest picture I have which is her first day at day care “oh you said fiancé” getting up and reaching my phone over to them, Kiano grabbed my phone “she is beautiful, my brother a grandparent. You know, this is so nice to see. That little nigga never left my heart” nodding my head “he is my brother, like no matter what shit he did. I told him, I said for him to stop but he didn’t. if I could have him here, I would drag him to help him. He was being stupid, he got caught up but he’s my blood, nobody can hurt my blood and upset my blood but me, we were angry. And yeah, I love my family” that hit me, I thought of Malik straight away “oh she is so precious, you can tell she is a diva. That cheeky smile, oh she is beautiful” Daphne complimented.

Sitting back down in my seat after getting my phone from them “I would love you for you to see the rest of the family, they all wanted to come but I got chosen. You think we can see you again? Tomorrow? We came out here for you and my mom has had enough fun for today, she is old and needs to rest up. I am asking on behalf of them, we want to get to know you, get to know my brother’ daughter. If you don’t want too then I also understand, it’s a lot to think about” Kiano said, Robyn looked at me and I shrugged “up to you” I said to her “we can meet at a restaurant, if you would like tomorrow?” so she does want to see them “we can do that, if we can exchange numbers so we can just contact you?” watching Robyn’ grandparents holding hands, they looks so relieved and happy “I don’t know it off by heart my number, Maurice give Kiano my number” moving my eyes away “uh yeah, ok” unlocking my phone to get Robyn’ number “it’s just mind blowing, I am in shock still. When you are in California, please come to see us. You have to come, no bad intentions just want to show you your family, show you where your dad is buried” I wonder if Robyn would actually want to see that “I would like that” Robyn is shocking me every moment right now. She was so scared at first and now she is like yes I will do this and that.

Jay escorted them out, we didn’t do no handshaking or hugging just a simple bye “your grandparents are cute together, I don’t see why they broke up. The mother is very emotional, she is very in touch with her feelings. And I remember you told me that, you are too” I know Robyn told me that “I am” pushing my chair back “so” I dragged out “tell me, how you feeling after this? Good? Not nervous? Come on” Robyn smiled “erm, it went better then I thought. It was emotional, I feel a lot better than I did with Thomas. When you kept saying Cartel, I thought they are going to be so mean to me, I am not going to like them, but they are so kind, I see me in him and that is what scares me. I mean ok, I got my mother’ eyes so people jump on the I look like my mom but, him. I get it from him, it’s just wild to me. I feel happier, happy I met them” Robyn nodded her head “yeah, I happy” I cooed out “I am happy for you and I don’t really have an issue with what I saw, with what I met. They are very genuine people. Very heartbroken after all theses years with what happened to Rell. I think it was one of those things, he was hanging with that crowd, and by the sounds of it he was a very shy guy and it’s a real shame but, we will see what tomorrow brings huh?” Robyn looks very happy and I like that.

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@vhsgf replied to your post “this song made me realize i've never written about jason missing zoe”

heather this might be too forward and angsty of me to say (pls lmk if is) but now i am curious about zoe reacting to jason's death and then mirroring w jason coming back from the dead and then finding out his best friend is dead. like it sounds so PAINFUL but like. also i wanna know about it. heather what have you done i-

i had to put my hair up for this. im literally so emotional about this rn,,,like when am i not but STILL OKAY IT MAKES ME VERY [SCREECHES] (also a read more because this is fucking long im so sorry)

okay let’s start with zoe because jason’s death is a traumatic thing for her on like multiple points all relating back to when she was like elementary school aged (im pretty sure i have it where she’s like 8 ish when this happens). before jason and before going into the whole vigilante business – no matter what version of zoe you prefer – she loses her two younger brothers in a joker related accident. he kills them. and zoe… zoe is so,,, well she’s angry. because no one does anything. no one. not that fabled batman, not the police, not the fucking government – NOBODY. and she���s just supposed to keep living her life like everything is fucking fine because oh that’s just the way gotham is. and like why the fuck would she just keep living her life when her barely out of toddler aged little brothers are now dead?? why wouldn’t she want to do something about that?? why the fuck should she just let it roll off her back like no biggie?? (of course, this is a catalyst for her mother’s downward spiral and eventual disappearance, and then keme’s).

then of course, there’s zoe’s powers. at that age she didn’t really understand the extent of them, what she could do with them and all that, but as they develop and her own awareness of them develop, she is faced by like intense guilt and remorse. if only she’d been able to do something. if only she’d been there. if only she could’ve stopped the joker. if only, if only, if only. and like, realistically, there wasn’t much she could do. it wasn’t like she knew fully how strong she was; she’d barely gotten flying down at that point, but then she’s growing up and she realizes she never really had a limit. and she kind of has this complex, i’ve said it before but she really does try to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders, so everything that has happened to her up until this point after the twins die, it’s partly her fault; if only she could have been better, she could have saved them, she could have her mom, she could have keme – she could have her family back.

then, of course, there is in all of this her intense hatred of the joker. and by correlation to the whole fucking issue, gotham city and batman. (ive said that they kind of grow to like each other more, but when z and jay become friends and through their teen years until his death, it’s kind of like whenever youre gay and your bff is gay and you both kind of hate the other’s really fucked up parent who’s okay sometimes but isn’t all the time and you would totally like throw down with them if only there weren’t like,,,repercussions)

anyway, so when jason dies, it’s a big fucking deal. like he’d already been acting weird, bruce was worried about him, z was worried about him, and then he dies okay. and zoe… bruce doesn’t tell zoe right away. he doesn’t tell her and when zoe does find out, she. is. pissed. all of the shit with her baby brothers comes back. she wasn’t there. she wasn’t able to save him – because she sure as hell KNOWS that she could have at this point. and now he’s GONE. AND THIS ENTIRE TIME, SHE HAD NO FUCKING CLUE BECAUSE BRUCE DIDN’T TELL HER!!! she couldn’t even go to his funeral!!! and then, AND THEN, on fucking top of that – it was the joker who killed him. so jason’s death was like a fucking quadruple blow to her.

after finding out the details, zoe goes binary for the first time. and it’s… well it’s scary. it takes a whole lot of coaxing from old teammates and being physically restrained by diana (who lowkey is kinda like why?? are?? we?? stopping?? her?? from?? killing?? the?? joker??) and clark and donna, and they can’t even really knock her out because when she’s binary, there’s only really waiting out the duration of the high until she passes tf out from using too much energy. which she DOES and then after a good long talk with gran-gran, zoe’s going on a much needed retreat with diana to themyscira.

during that time, zoe’s super depressed. like reasonably, so. she’s so exhausted and she’s still angry but she’s also just like,,, so tired. she lost her best friend dude. like she loves jason so much, she loves him so much, and then he was just gone. poof! and at least, at least with atsa and ahiga, she got to like, be there for their send off. jason ends up being another hole in her life, like her dad and her mom and keme. he’s added to this list of people who all were just…g o n e. she didn’t get to mourn them. like obviously, she can, but every time she thinks about jason, she begins to spiral. (this is kind of when she starts drinking,,,, human alcohol can’t really touch her but she does therapeutically – which is!! not good!!) she also begins to distance herself – from jason’s titans (connor holds on with an iron grip and eddie still checks up on her, but rose was just as distraught and kyle is still kind of numb), from the original titans, from bruce and alfred, from diana, even from gran-gran and uncle bell. she fills the void with work as well as the alcohol that doesn’t really do anything to her except make her mouth taste gross and weird and she hates it but it’s become a habit. if she isn’t out doing some reckless thing while saving the world, then she’s at a bar or just sitting by the ocean.

she has bad dreams too, like horrible dreams. and like,,, they’re not necessarily horrific or anything,, she usually dreams about good times, memories with jason or with atsa and ahiga, sometimes some weird mixture of all three of them hanging out together and it’s the worst fucking thing because she wakes up and she wishes she was there too, that she could stay with them, because she misses them so much. she just wants her family back, she wants the family she had before jason and dick and alfred and the titans, but she also wants them too – she wants all of it.

and then it all comes to head with her dad’s sudden involvement with earth and shit. zoe sacrifices herself not only because she carries the fucking world on her shoulders and has a stupid martyr complex, but also because she thinks she’d be okay dying like this. she doesn’t. die that is. she doesn’t die but she also doesn’t come back.

jason’s revival story arc thing is all a bit murky for me bc I kind of like mix the whole waking up and clawing himself from his grave and also the under the red hood storyline (and like correct me if there is a version like that bc like,,, idk I can’t remember). anyway, so jason comes back, and like it’s kind of messy bc of timeline shit but he doesn’t really come back, come back, until z’s gone. like gone gone. like they held a funeral and everything for her. jason didn’t get to go and THAT is SHIT. like yeah, he wasn’t fucking alive, nobody fucking knows he’s alive anyway, but it still hurts.

and like,,, you know what else kind of hurts, is like he kind of thought that after he came back, if no one was on his side – if for some reason literally everyone was against him – he’d still have zoe. that’s the worst fucking part. he hears about what happened. he hears that she literally went ballistic. and like,, jason KNOWS that zoe would have his side, that zoe would be there for him, that even if she might not have agreed with some of the things he’s done, that she’d be right by his side, showing she cares. because like. like I know bruce is kind of stunted with emotional expression, but it’s really hard to feel like you’re appreciated when someone else’s love language is so fucking hard to translate, when you need constant validation, to be told you matter to be shown you matter to them and they can’t accommodate even a little bit, because of their pride or because they have to deem that you deserve it all of a sudden. and like I love bruce, but they way he treats his kids is shit. so yeah. jason feels hella alone when he comes back and his best friend, his rock, his ride or die (literally wfkejvnk) is fucking gone.

jason definitely has nightmares too. he doesn’t know how zoe died, like really know – no one does, because there hadn’t been a body. and jason’s mind can be a pretty dark place already, add on top of that the nightmares about his best friend dying the same way he did, or being like dick, who actually witnessed the explosion that ‘killed’ zoe. he can’t even fathom what zoe went through with his death, but eventually, as jason kind of comes back into the batfam and shit, he also kind of gets to be with the last of zoe’s family. gran-gran and uncle bell are much warmer than bruce wayne and that too big mansion and that cold fucking cave. jason goes to the ranch a lot, or finds himself at uncle bell’s antique shop whenever he needs a breather, to just be alone with something that close to zoe.

they literally both go through that period where they’re extremely reckless with mourning and regrets and fuck i never got to say this and fuck what could I have done differently, what could I have changed if I’d been there? but where jason is able to recover more effectively, zoe doesn’t do so well in space.

really, that song had triggered thoughts about jason going through her things, the things she left in his bedroom – that bruce refused to touch or move or anything – and just thinking back on their life together. it was definitely shorter than they expected and when jason thinks about it, it’s a whole bunch of salty anger and throat swelling sadness that has him kind of crippled. because like,,, he also knows how the twins died, he knows how it happened, not only did he have the firsthand accounts from those most effected, but also like, he read the reports. he KNOWS, and he feels kind of guilty, just a little bit, that what he did put her through a similar version to losing her baby brothers.

NREJKVNERLFEWLFJNEKR FUCK OKAY I THINK I NEED TO STOP LIKE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JUST A BIG DUMB BUT BFJKERNFKJEN F   U   C   K  OKAY

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Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 12 - reveal

rewrite of the x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

 summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

  Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

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“what I am going to tell you is not to leave this room understood? not unless something happens to me, got it. I’m trusting you with a huge secret, can you keep it?”

 Uma nodded and held your stare. You took a deep breath and prepared to tell Uma your three-month long secret.

 “I’m not from the isle” Uma furrowed her brows, what?

 “I’m not a child of a villain or even a sidekick” Uma was confused, what the hell, what were you a runaway Auradon kid?

 “I’m from an alternate dimension where you guys are all from a movie and you have actors and your parents are just characters from a book and or movie.”

 Uma stared at you with wide eyes before she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind

 “what. The. Fuck.”

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Uma paced the room for a few moments, you stood in before her, wringing your hands in nervousness, would Uma believe you? If she did would she keep your secret? Uma stopped, shaking her head, she looked at you, glaring.

“(y/n) if this is your idea of a joke, you have a terrible sense of humor”

You stuttered, “i-im not lying Uma, I swear! Im from another dimension!!”

She scoffed, “dear hades (y/n)! there is no way you can be from another dimension, I’d believe you more if you said you were a runway Auradon brat!!”

You gaped at her, Uma hadn’t been this rude to you since the first week of you being here, after gaining her trust, you had been one of the few people to see her nice side.

“fine”, you growled, fishing out your phone from your pocket “ill prove it” Uma stared in confusion as you typed on your phone, “what the hell are you doing?”

“showing you something”

You typed in ‘Uma descendants’ and shoved the phone in her face, Uma frowning before her eyes widened at the pictures of her and a girl who looked exactly like her.

‘Uma, daughter of Ursula, actress: China Ann McClain’

Uma took your phone and scrolled, seeing a boy who looked exactly like Harry, with the name Thomas Doherty, another boy who looked exactly like Gil, named Dylan Playfair.

Then mal: dove Cameron, Evie: Sofia Carson, Carlos: Cameron Boyce, Jay: Booboo Stewart, Ben: Mitchel hope, and so on and so forth.

And then there was a video titled “What's My Name (From "Descendants 2"/Official Video)” Uma glanced up at you, you peeked at the screen and nodded, she tapped it and a video loaded, it-it was her, Gil and Harry, dancing and singing the song they sang only minutes ago, only…

“where are you?”

You sighed sadly and said; “im not there because im not supposed to be there, im not a character, im a viewer, I just watch. I-im not supposed to exist to you guys” Uma stared at you, slowly accepting the fact that you were telling the truth, that you were from another dimension.

“alright” you rose a brow, confused “alright I believe you, that you’re from another dimension” you smiled and nodded, breathing a sigh of relief, that felt good to get off your shoulders.

Uma stared at you for a few seconds, speaking “so is that why you won't go for anything with Harry? Because you aren't from here”

You blushed and stuttered, embarrassed she could see through you that easy “wh-wha! No no no no, i-i!” Uma just rose her brow, clearly not giving into your bullshit.

“ugh, yes, that’s why, because I don’t want to hurt him when I, maybe, return to my world” Uma just stared and told you in an empathetic voice “you’re gonna hurt him, even more, when you leave and he never even had the option of being with you, he loves you ya know”

You shook your head, no he doesn’t, he’d fall for someone like Uma, as he did in canon, he wouldn’t love someone like you, someone who wasn’t even supposed to be there.

“I know this is ironic, but im having a hard time believing that” Uma just scoffed and rolled her eyes, were you that oblivious, Harry was smitten with you, he practically worshiped you!!

“Alright, don’t believe me, he'll admit it at some point”

Uma swiftly turned and stormed out of the room. You sighed and followed the sea witch, trudging your way downstairs, you passed by Harry, who had smirked and called out for you to join him and he crew in a card game, but you ignored him, just wanting to get back to your room.

Harry watched as you grabbed your sword and exited the shop, he looked around at the crew, all shrugging their shoulders at him, they didn’t know. Harry frowned, you had never ignored him, you sometimes didn’t respond properly, but you at least looked at him. Something was up, he leaped over the table and grabbed his sword, following after you.

But he soon lost sight of you, knowing you, you probably took to the rooftops and ran, Harry, signed and made his way to the ship, as he entered his room he saw you, curled up on the bed facing away. Pain stung his chest, he had a feeling, a bad one, about you. That you were angry, or sad…at him.

“lass?” Harry spoke in a quiet voice, you didn’t respond, yep, you were upset, but at what? hopefully not him, he could hardly stand being five feet away from you, what would he do if you started ignoring him?!

“Lassie are you okay?”

…nothing

“(y/n) ple-“

“leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep” was all you said, a dry cold voice. The pain grew, yeah you were upset, and he made you upset, or at least someone did, but he had a feeling he was the culprit.

“(y/n), luve, talk to m-“

“Harry. Go Away.”

Harry swallowed down the pit in his throat, eyes burning. He nodded, whispering in a hoarse voice “alright lass, sorry for bothering you”

He grabbed his sleeping clothes and entered the bathroom, talking one more glance at you, your body language showing that you didn’t want to even see him.

Harry took a shaky breath and closed the door behind him, not hearing you finally let out your sobs.

Uma was right, the only reason you hadn’t taken a chance with Harry was because of you being from another world, you didn’t want to be in a relationship with Harry…only for it to be ripped away.

You couldn’t bear that, so to protect your self, you’d distance yourself from Harry.

You heard Harry opening the bathroom door, and quickly stifled your sobs, Harry shuffling across the room, stopping in front of your bed, before feeling a kiss on your forehead, and a whisper.

“whatever I did, I’m sorry lass” he moved away and climbed in his hammock.

You let tears run silently down your face, Harry cared about you that’s for sure, but what Uma said

“he loves you ya know”

Yeah right, why would he love someone who wasn’t even supposed to exist in this world?

“whatever I did, I’m sorry lass” what did you do? you made me fall in love with you Harry Hook.

---end of part 12---

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