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palmofafreezinghand · 6 months

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date night

Esme and Carlisle catch up before a date night with Carlisle's new coworkers. on ao3 here.

2023.

That evening Esme Cullen looked every bit like the twenty-six-year-old she physically was, despite feeling older than she ever had in her one hundred and twenty-eight years of life.

Her ‘youngest daughter’ and granddaughter had helped pick and style her outfit that evening, which felt like a ridiculous Halloween costume of a “twenty-something.” The dress, floral printed linen, fell to the middle of her calf, and a silt in the skirt reaching the middle of her thigh was held up by spaghetti straps that seemed architecturally unsound. Alice had sent it through the mail months prior with a note that only said ‘Trust me.’ It was from a brand that started with R, Resolution, Renovation, Restoration, Reformation, or something like that. The dress showed more skin than the negligee Esme had worn on her wedding night. Granted, that garment had long sleeves, and a high neck, and went to her ankles, but the point still stood.

Alice had assured her the dress would not get her stoned in the town square and was indeed very in fashion and the “perfect” choice for that evening’s date. One of her husband’s many current occupations was a first-year residency at a large teaching hospital. He was pretending to be in his mid-twenties, barely out of medical school, and newly-ish married. His coworkers had formed a unique sense of camaraderie and after a lot of persuasion had convinced Carlisle, who in turn convinced Esme, to join them and their partners for drinks and dinner.

It was a stark contrast from Esme’s own career — a phrase which still felt surreal to use — where she was pretending to be in her late thirties with the help of a remote workplace, clever makeup and fashion choices, and extremely well-forged government documents. It was a relief to not have to pretend to be an early professional for the rest of her eternity, unlike her husband, but it had its downsides. When you tell a lie enough, “thirty-nine, no kids, my husband doesn’t mind how much I work,” it becomes true in a way.

Going back to the truth, twenty-six deliriously in love with a man who cared very much that she worked so frequently, felt like entering a world she didn’t belong in. It was a disconnect she had become well acquainted with over the years, whether her role was housewife, devoted adoptive mother, or college student to the public she was always something different to those she lived with. A wife who expected equal domestic labor, a twenty-six-year-old woman whose house a bunch of teenagers lived in, or a grandmother. It was a necessary part of how they lived, molding into the role humans expected of them no matter how uncomfortable the fit.

This role in particular — the woman she was forever frozen as — was more disquieting than most. The dress did not help. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window as she walked and paused mid-step after determining the real estate office was closed for the day. She had let her hair dry naturally in the waves she rarely let see the light of day. Her makeup was done with the instruction of Alice and Ness over a video call. They had spent ten minutes instructing her how to comb her brows and where to place her rogue because apparently applying blush where a blush would naturally occur was no longer in fashion.

Alice had called the second she saw Esme debate bringing a jacket for modesty’s sake, informing her under no circumstance was Esme allowed to ruin her handiwork. Ness had chimed in from across the room, “Just because you’re a grandmother doesn’t mean you have to dress like one.” The three stayed on the video chat for forty minutes, falling into a familiar warm rhythm despite being on separate continents. The entire family had not all been in the same place at the same time for more than four years. She was able to ignore this fact most days with the aid of modern technology but seeing their smiles and watching them laugh had the homesickness making itself known. Esme had only made an excuse to hang up the call when Ness attempted to explain the definition of the word ‘gagged.’

Her world, which was supposed to be unchanging until the end of time, had morphed into something unrecognizable over the last century. The downtown street she was walking along, for example, was unidentifiable as the small town she had vacationed in seventy years prior. It was a three-hour drive from their current home, but only twenty minutes from one of the hospitals Carlisle worked at. The streets were still fairly empty, due to the group meeting for dinner on a weekday afternoon. It was an ideal time for the hospital staff’s schedule, and those with vampiric-based concerns about sun, but apparently, it was not a popular time for dinner for most people. The setting sun and overcast meant she was able to walk down the sidewalk freely, without worrying about blinding a passerby and subsequently being murdered by a group of cape-wearing Italians or the overwhelming cacophony of thousands of beating bloody hearts.

That afternoon the heartbeats were a hum she could ignore, like the buzzing of a gnat. There were probably under a hundred people on that block, tucked away in businesses and apartments or driving by in their cars. She could ignore them.

A man let out a wolf whistle behind her, punctuated by the slam of a car door. She could murder even the strongest man with minimal effort, yet, there she was gripping her purse and quickening her step, the intrinsic fear present no matter how minor the danger.

Thirty seconds later a large hand splayed against her lower back. She flinched ever so slightly at the contact before she recognized the weight of the hand, the cold of the gold wedding band, and the smell of the Sandalwood body wash she had purchased for him on a whim the month prior. Her fingers loosened around her purse strap as she glanced up at her husband.

“Hello, love,” Carlisle said, keeping the hand on her back as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

She gave him a once over. He had dressed just as ‘young’ as she had, only for him it didn’t look like a costume. He was wearing a light blue button-up, the top two buttons undone to reveal his neck but not his undershirt. His hair was styled looser than usual, a stray lock lying on his forehead, as usual. For the past few months, he had experimented with a pair of unnecessary glasses, with a modern take on Oxford frames. The outfit was quite becoming and he knew it.

“I hope,” she said, taking a step to the right so they were out of the line of nonexistent foot traffic, he, of course, followed right alongside her to stand in front of her, “I am the only woman you whistle at like that.”

“I assumed you knew it was me,” he said, brow furrowed as it always did when she flinched as she had, “my apologies.”

“I figured it out quick enough,” she said, waving away his unnecessary apology.

He nodded but was clearly unappeased by the way he was pressing his lips together, resembling a thin line.

She poked at the center of his chest, “Are you going to greet your wife properly or just holler at me on the street?”

“Oh,” he grinned, placing his hand on its former spot on her back to pull her closer and give her the requested kiss hello.

After far too few seconds she reluctantly broke the peck, which both were attempting to escalate. “We’re in public,” she muttered inches away from his lips, her arm had somehow found its way around his neck.

“This may be hard to believe, but a man can kiss his wife in public these days,” Carlisle smiled, leaning in for another kiss, which was met with his wife’s cheek as she turned her head.

“It’s never just a kiss with you,” she laughed, untangling her arm from his shoulders.

He sighed but did not attempt to refute her statement, knowing he could not win that argument. One public indecency warning had been enough of a deterrent for both of them. The fact it had been written by their son’s father-in-law had only served as a further incentive against public displays of affection.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“I missed you.”

It had been almost two weeks since they had seen each other last. Carlisle was working himself to the bone, holding positions at two separate hospitals and working part-time at a charity clinic. To her credit, Esme was also working herself to the bone, taking full advantage of the boom in the work-from-home movement consulting for half a dozen firms, and serving countless nonprofits. When the two were finally able to carve out time for each other they were forced to take advantage, knowing it could be weeks until they would see each other again.

Miraculously this evening had worked out for both of their schedules. They each had eight hours free of any obligations, they would spend two or three hours socializing and still have five to themselves. They had managed to plan to arrive at the restaurant separately, fifteen minutes before everyone else had scheduled to arrive.

“Did I compliment the dress yet?” Carlisle asked quietly, his fingers mindlessly playing with the back buttons.

“You did not,” Esme smiled.

“It’s divine,” he said, dropping the hand on her back to take her hand as she began to lead them down the block. His gaze never left the dress. “Just incredible.”

“It was a gift from Alice.”

Carlisle fetched his phone out of his pocket, “Siri, remind me to send Alice a thank you gift.”

“Done,” the robotic voice of his phone responded as he slipped the device back into his pocket.

Esme laughed, leaning into his side. “You don’t look too bad either.”

“You like me in blue.”

Esme grinned. They walked for a minute, slower than the average human before she spoke. “You don’t think the dress is too revealing?”

He glanced down at her, looking over the dress again as if he had not been leering a minute before. “Not at all. But have I ever objected to you wearing less clothes?”

Her own laugh caught her off guard, as the juxtaposition of her seemingly innocent son of a preacher husband speaking freely always did.

“Do you not like it?” Carlisle asked sincerely.

She shrugged. “It’s pretty, but it’s a little more daring than I’m used to.”

“If you’d like to take it off I’d be more than willing to assist,” he winked. The frequency with which he did this gesture indicated he must have thought it charming, even though it had never worked on his wife. Alright, it did not work on her often.

“You’re incorrigible,” she said, smacking his arm lightly.

Despite her impressive charade of levity, he dropped the flirtation. “If you are uncomfortable, I have a sweater in my car. I’m parked right there,” he said, motioning behind him.

“I would appreciate that,” she said, and they turned to head back the way they had just walked. “How was work?” She asked as they walked.

“Less frustrating than the last time I saw you.”

“Is Dr. Barnes still making calls you disagree with?”

“Frequently,” he sighed, digging his keys out of his car, “but none of his choices cost a life this week.”

“Small victories?” She joked.

“I have always been envious of your ability to find the positive in any situation,” he said popping the trunk.

“What can I say? It’s a gift that has gotten me nearly killed on more than one occasion.”

He laughed politely, but his eye twitch gave away his disturbance at the reference to her ‘near death’ experiences he hated to remember. She stood on the sidewalk, peering into his trunk as he dug.

“Sandy was nice enough to drop off the fabric you ordered,” he said, moving a large pink plastic shopping bag. One of the hospitals he worked at was minutes away from a quilt shop. Rather than pay for shipping or drive hours from home Carlisle graciously agreed to pick up her orders on his way home. “She threw in a couple of charm packs and jelly rolls.”

“How well are you tipping her?” Esme scoffed. He only smiled in return.

Along with the fabric were three changes of scrubs tucked in a plastic crate, his usual medical bag, and an open duffel bag he had been living out of for three years. He picked a half dozen books out of the bag. She rolled her eyes when he took out a framed photo of her. Finally, he found what he was looking for, he passed her the forest green cardigan.

“This is mine,” she said. He nodded, eyebrows raised in question. “Why do you keep my sweater with you?”

He looked down at his feet, a lopsided smile. “I miss you, occasionally.”

“Is that my shampoo?” She asked, looking in the duffel bag.

“I miss you, frequently,” he grinned.

It was shocking, and very charming, even after a century, how much he seemed to fancy her. “Perhaps, if you didn’t work the jobs of six people you would see me more often.”

“Remind me how many W-2s will you have this year?” He asked, locking the car.

“This isn’t about me,” she said, slipping on the cardigan. “Does this ruin the look?” She asked as he joined her on the sidewalk.

“I think that would be impossible,” he said, taking her hand again. “Do you want to sit for a few minutes?” He asked, motioning to a bench down the block. She nodded and they began to walk.

“How is your work?” Carlisle asked.

“Wonderful, I got assigned to lead on the mining town project.”

“Congratulations! That’s the mining town soon-to-be strip mall right?”

“That’s not funny,” she said, squeezing his hand in jest. “I also got an offer for an on-site project in Delaware.”

“Oh?” Carlisle asked, making a poor attempt at hiding his disdain for on-site projects. He was barely tolerating her current work schedule and he got her undivided attention once a fortnight, six months apart with hundreds of miles dividing them would be uncomfortable, to say the least.

“I did not accept,” she said.

“If you wanted to—”

“I don’t,” Esme reassured him, taking a seat on the bench. He took the seat next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. Her hand rested on his knee, her head on his shoulder. “I spoke to Alice and Ness today.”

“How are they?”

“They seem well. Alice is Alice. Ness said she would be calling you soon about something at work I didn’t understand.”

“I look forward to it.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes, watching people across the street. An elderly couple were walking down the street bickering. A man in his forties was talking on the phone, a small dog dragging him along the sidewalk. A young couple turned the corner, with three children in tow. A little boy, four or five, with bright red hair was being terrorized by his little sister, a blonde who could not have been older than three. The parents had their hands full with an infant who was screeching like an owl.

Esme didn’t speak until the family walked into one of the shops. “I miss them,” she said.

“As do I. It’s been too long.”

“Have you earned any paid time off yet?”

“A few days, but I will have two weeks next year. Perhaps we could invite them out for the holidays?”

“I don’t want to trouble them,” Esme said, she was interrupted by the ping of her and Carlisle’s cellphones.

Carlisle checked his, laughed to himself, and angled the screen so she could see.

A text from Edward, ‘We’ll all be there.’

A follow-up text from Alice, ‘Only if Esme takes off the cardigan.’

Emmett’s text came in as she was looking at the screen, ‘Carlisle wants to take off more than the cardigan.’

“What did we ever do without a psychic?” Esme laughed as Carlisle typed out a response and then stowed his phone in his pocket.

“She does prove helpful in some instances.”

“Ridiciolusly irritating in others.”

“Yes, I remember the incident of ’57 as if it were yesterday,” Carlisle chuckled.

“Is there anything I should know about your coworkers?” Esme asked.

“There’s no one I’ll tell you to stay away from.”

“That’s a first.”

“I know. I think you’ll enjoy Madison, she works in pediatrics, and her partner the most.”

“I’m looking forward to finally putting faces to all of the names.”

“They’re all quite eager to meet you. More than one of them has joked you must be fictional.”

“Technically I am,” she laughed lightly, but it sounded sad even to her.

“Not the Esme I talk about.”

She ignored the compliment, sitting up and glancing at her watch. “Should we start walking?” She angled her wrist for him to see.

He shook his head, “They are all habitually late, I think we have time.”

They returned to people watching. Her head fell on his shoulder again, and his hand on her shoulder started to play with her hair. The silence was comfortable, like an old armchair next to a crackling fire. It was often that way for them. A large truck passed with all four windows down, Shania Twain’s “Any Man of Mine,” playing so loud it shook the car’s frame. The couple simultaneously blew air out of their nose, glancing at each other with a smile.

“I can’t say that was the song I expected,” Esme said.

“Me either,” Carlisle agreed.

They fell quiet again, her hand on his knee was mindlessly drawing shapes.

“I have been thinking of something,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I’m shocked,” she smiled, squeezing his knee.

“Would you be opposed if this was the last time I worked this schedule?”

“Are you truly asking me if I would be displeased by you working less?”

“I wanted to make sure before any decisions were made. I have been thinking we give this all a few good years but the next time we move could be to somewhere a little quieter. A small town, with internet, of course, so you can still do your work, but where I won’t need to work seventy-twos.”

“Carlisle, don’t feel as if you have to slow down on my account.” Perhaps she had given him too hard of a time about his schedule. She was in no position to judge. She was his wife, her role was to support him —

“I love you but it’s solely on my account. When this was necessary it was fulfilling but now… I fear I’m too old to never slow down.”

“I know what you mean.”

“If you’re old what am I?”

“No one is debating the fact that you’re old.”

“So you would not object to moving somewhere quieter in a few years? Having me around the house more?”

“Have you invited Edward yet?”

“Am I that transparent?” Carlisle laughed.

“I like to think I simply know you well.”

“Bella has been eyeing a Literature program at a university in Canada. I know you have to stay in the States but there are quite a few border towns. It would certainly be less of a distance than now.”

“I presume the rest of them would stay overseas.”

“I don’t know. Have you spoken to Rosalie recently?” Carlisle asked.

“No,” Esme muttered. It was a sore subject. “She’s invited me on a few trips I have had to decline, we have not spoken much since the last one I missed.”

“You haven’t reached out?”

“I’ve learned if she is cross it’s better to let her simmer.”

“That may be, but I don’t think she’s angry. Hurt, maybe, but I think she’s mainly trying to respect your space. She’s proud you’re working.”

“So you have clearly spoken to her.”

“She calls almost every Tuesday.”

“Really?” Esme asked. Rosalie and Carlisle had never been the best of friends, for many years they got along purely for Esme’s benefit.

“She calls to ask about you. I won’t betray her trust but I think she’s trying to give you the same grace you gave her when she first moved out on her own. I respect this is your relationship, but I think you should give her a call. Maybe invite her out here, before the holidays.”

“You don’t think she’s angry at me?”

“If she is she will get over it quickly,” Carlisle shrugged.

“I miss when life was simple,” Esme said, running her free hand through her hair.

“Things with Rosalie were never simple,” Carlisle laughed.

“I meant the whole world, I feel like a grandmother trying to figure this all out.”

“You are a grandmother.”

“Do you never feel as if the whole world is changing around you and you can’t keep up?”

He scoffed. “No, I always feel completely up to date with the times. Pray tell, are women allowed the vote yet?”

“I was asking a sincere question, Carlisle.”

He squeezed her upper arm in apology. “Of course I do, Es. Frankly, I think it would be concerning if I did not.”

“How do you keep up with it all?”

“Many would say I don’t. In fact, if I recall correctly you would be the one leading that thought process.”

“Carlisle.”

“First off, I think you aren’t giving yourself enough credit. You’re quite progressive for a hundred and twenty-eight, even if our granddaughter doesn’t agree. Second, I think what helps the most are the moments I do feel young.”

“For instance?”

“When I see you, for one. When you wear your hair like this. When I look at you in this dress.” He had leaned closer while delivering this line, the hand not around her shoulders rested above her knee, slowly trailing to mid-thigh.

“Is that right, Doctor Cullen?” Esme asked, recognizing his intent and matching the dare.

It was unclear who initiated the kiss, she thought it was him, but all she knew was she certainly did not feel old and the world felt quite simple.

“Get it, Cullen!” A deep voice shouted from across the street after what she would consider an embarrassing amount of time in retrospect.

Carlisle broke the affection, turning to the man, the two were positioned in a way she was blocked from what she assumed was Carlisle’s coworker’s view. He untangled his arm from around her shoulders and waved at the man across the street.

“Hello, Jaxson, with an X.”

“You don’t have to say with an X every time,” the man, apparently Jaxson, bellowed across the street.

“I assure you I do,” Carlisle chuckled.

"Hi, Mrs. Cullen," Jaxson yelled, she could hear the smile in his voice.

She waved over her husband's shoulder, refusing to show her face.

“We’ll be over in just a moment," Carlisle said.

The man did not respond verbally, but Carlisle’s light-hearted scoff made her think there must have been a gesture. Esme waited until the heavy footsteps and boisterous laughter faded paired with the sound of the restaurant door closing to look at her husband finally.

"Do I want to know what that gesture was?"

"Proof that, while the entire world changes around us men stay exactly the same," Carlisle chuckled lightly.

“That was absolutely mortifying,” she groaned, forehead falling on his chest.

“I have caught him in the on-call room in compromising situations on more than one occasion. Trust me, he does not find this mortifying. In fact, he might think higher of me because of this.”

“Just like in Grey’s Anatomy.”

“That television program is completely fictional,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and then standing. He held his hand out to help her up.

“You love that show and you know it,” she smiled.

As they began to walk he draped his arm around her back, her hand slid into his back pocket.

“To answer your question, this,” he said, hitting the crosswalk signal. She cocked a brow in question. “This,” he motioned with his head to the two of them, “that,” he glanced back at the bench with a lopsided grin, “are some of the things that make it feel like it’s not pretending and is what makes the pretending worth it. I can have an evening like this when I was fated for an eternity of solitude and misery, makes it worth it.”

#esme cullen #carlisle cullen #my stories #for those who like little Easter eggs “better than the last time I saw you” is in reference to a moment of respite #if I'm allowed to say this is one of my favorites of mine

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iheartpeppino · 1 year

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So I have a theory about Sugary Spire... it's ONLY a theory, and I don't have solid proof, but I feel the need to share.

So, on the official Sugary Spire website, Pizzelle made a blog post where she writes about Dilk Wilkam, the creator of Wilka chocolate bars. Wilka chocolate is apparently very popular, but Pizzelle describes it as "just chocolate-flavored wax". She also describes Dilk Wilkam as "extremely dead and extremely elusive" in the same post.

Elsewhere on the official website is a fan page for M'lass, a brown frog with a little brown hat who used to be a "local celebrity" and helped sell a wide range of products, "ranging from shampoo to chocolate chips". M'lass inadvertently ruined his career by getting caught cheating on his wife and kids with "some other frog lady": none other than Dilk Wilkam's daughter, "the princess of the Wilka brand".

Now, you're probably wondering, why would Dilk Wilkam's daughter be a frog? Take a look at this image Pizzelle posted of a Wilka chocolate bar:

Notice anything odd? Yeah, it says FROG MILK on the label. Meaning the reason Wilka chocolate is so nasty is because they use "frog milk"... whatever the hell that may be... as an ingredient. It's possible that Dilk Wilkam is either a human who adopted a frog as a daughter, or he is also a frog and this daughter of his is biological.

Now... what Pizza Tower character do we know that has a connection to frogs?

More specifically, which character has a body slam attack that makes them look very frog-like? And leaps around to great heights, like a frog? And has a long stretchy tongue, like a frog? AND they are officially stated to possess frog DNA as a nod to Jurassic Park?

That's right. My theory is that Fake Peppino, in some form or another, is the supposedly dead Dilk Wilkam in the Sugary Spire universe. Again, just a theory! I could very well be wrong! But man, if I'm right about this, that is hand-flappingly fantastic!

But if this theory is right, what does it imply? Pizzelle's blog posts paints the Wilka chocolate company in a bad light, making sub-quality, overly sugary chocolate for profit. My guess - and this ONLY a guess - is that Dilk Wilkam is still alive, and is the true mastermind behind the Sugary Spire and the creator of Coneball. If Fake Peppino/Bruno is Dilk Wilkam, that might mean he's the Pizzahead equivalent of Sugary Spire.

Meaning if Pizzahead does exist somehow in this universe, he's probably in Fake Peppino's role somehow, not as a pizza person, but as a candy person of some kind with a different name and personality.

This is mostly speculation, you must understand, so I could be very wrong about this. But... it's a fun idea to think about.

#sugary spire #pizza tower #pizzelle theodore #dilk wilkam #m'lass #fake peppino #pizza tower bruno #pizzahead #theory

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wetheoriginals · 1 year

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k-drama recs part 1 - netflix

obviously this isn't everything and i focused only on shows that are on netflix for this first batch. even then i know people will say i missed a lot of the netflix ones but i wanted this to be a condensed list with a nice mix of both fun romcoms and critically acclaimed dramas. it's a guide so to speak, not an encyclopedia

Feel Good Romance

Run On: 16 episodes

A film translator gets a job as an interpreter for a track star who is socially awkward af because of his sheltered upbringing. It’s a ‘she falls first but he falls harder’ story. The secondary romance between a struggling artist and the track star’s agent is also amazing. This show has very little drama if you’re looking for a chill and easy watch this is it.

Her Private Life: 16 episodes

A curator butts heads with the museum's newly appointed director all while trying to keep her private life underwraps. She secretly runs the fan club and is obsessed with a kpop idol but she ends up having to work with him because of her new boss. Her boss catches on quickly that something is up and drama ensues. It’s chaotic, it’s fun, it has a happy ending, and the leads have amazing chemistry.

Touch Your Heart: 16 episodes

A famous actress whose career is in ruin after a huge scandal goes to work at a law firm. I adore the female lead in this one she’s so bubbly and cute. Her new boss is very cold and makes assumptions because of who she is but they end up making a great team. This one has a little bit of everything if you’re looking for a legal drama with a mystery aspect that’s heavy on the romance that’s what this is.

Revenge Thrillers

Little Women

The name is a nod to the American novel but there’s really no similarities other than it centering around a group of poor sisters. These sisters become intertwined in the deep web of illegal activity of an elite family. I can’t say much as I don’t want to spoil it but it’s a story about revenge and probably one of the best kdramas since squid game.The acting and writing are phenomenal this one will keep you on your toes until the very end.

Itaewon Class: 16 episodes

A man launches his grand plan to take down a large conglomerate with the help of the ragtag team of employees at his struggling restaurant. It starts off as a sort of origin story in the first 3 episodes to explain why he is seeking revenge but after that it really gets going. Like trust me it’s a huge build up and while the story might seem slow at times the pay off is insane. I can’t say enough good things about Itaewon class. It's my favorite kdrama of all time bc fuck the 1%.

Vincenzo: 20 episodes

A Korean man raised abroad in the Italian mafia comes back home after an assassination attempt by his Italian adoptive brother. With little money and no connections he sets his sights on stealing the gold he helped a now dead Chinese billionaire hide inside of a random apartment complex in Seoul. Things get complicated when he finds out a ruthless corporation looking to gentrify the area forcibly purchases the complex and as he gets to know the people living there he decides he wants to help them out just as much as himself. This is another fan favorite as it's a crime drama a law drama a romance drama a revenge thriller everything all into one show

College Romance

My First First Love: 2 seasons, 16 episodes total

A college kid convinces his parents to let him use their spare house as his bachelor pad but his plans for the house come crashing down when all his friends end up being desperate for somewhere to live, including his bestfriend and childhood crush. It doesn't just revolve around the leads who are in a constant will they won't they. There's also a lot of fun subplots amongst the others living in the house. It's a very easy and chill watch with just enough drama to keep you engaged.

Nevertheless: 10 episodes

Where do I start with this one, if you are looking for a toxic situationship that’s going to make you want to pull your hair out this is the show for you. The chemistry is hot the drama is hot the actors are hot whew. It’s a brutally honest commentary on men and modern dating to the point where you probably won’t enjoy it. But I put it on here because the cinematography and soundtrack make up for how much you’re going to hate some of the characters imo. No other show touches the gorgeous ambience of this because it takes place at an art college and sculptures are a huge plotline. Also there's a wlw subplot that's so so good.

A female wightlifter

CEO Trope

The Beauty Inside: 16 episodes

The CEO of an airline company hires an A list actress to be their spokesperson, but he ends up getting more than what he signed up for. There’s a lot to it but basically he has a condition where he can’t recognize people’s faces and she has a condition where she transforms into a different person for a couple of days at random. It makes their business partnership complicated which ends up bringing them closer together.

Business Proposal: 12 episodes

I’ve talked about this one a million times. If you haven’t seen it what are you doing with your life. It’s a 10/10 drama for beginners so you can get a crash course in kdramas and get an idea for a lot of the tropes you’ll be seeing. This is the cheesiest of the cheese nothing is cheesier so if you can get through this and like it you’ll be set to enjoy literally anything else.

Gut Wrenching Romance

Crash Landing on You: 16 episodes

An affluent South Korean woman ends up on the North Korean side of the border after a gliding accident and is found by a military officer who decides to help her hide and eventually escape. I don't wanna spoil too much but prepare to laugh prepare to cry this is probably one of the best kdramas ever made.

Hometown Cha Cha Cha: 16 episodes

A flashy dentist from the city gets stranded in a small fishing town and decides to stay because she's dissatisfied with her life. While setting up her dental practice she finds herself constantly running into the town’s handy-man and of course a romance brews. At first this one seems really sweet and innocent but then you slowly find out about the dark and tragic pasts of both the leads. I don’t think I’ve ever cried harder than while watching this show.

It’s Okay Not To Be Okay: 16 episodes

A famous children’s book author with a personality disorder becomes infatuated with a guy who works at a psych ward. She does anything and everything to gain his affection but he’s not receptive because of his tragic background makes it difficult for him to get close to anyone. She also has her own skeletons in the closet that she has to come to terms with and eventually they help each other grow and heal.The portrayal of disabilities, mental illnesses, and the overall commentary on mental health here is so so nuanced and well written. It’s definitely a tough watch but so worth it.

#kdramas #korean dramas

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Jackson Cole

initial message: As Jack lounged on the couch in their apartment, his phone buzzed with a message from someone he had been flirting with. He quickly glanced around to make sure {{user}} wasn't nearby before unlocking his phone with practiced ease.

Hey there, gorgeous, he typed out with a smirk, his fingers dancing across the screen. Thinking about you ;)

Before he could hit send, the sound of the front door opening caught his attention. Jack's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, plastering on a casual smile as {{user}} entered the room.

"Hey, babe," he greeted, trying to sound nonchalant. "How was your day?" character definition: {{char}}'s name is Jackson Cole, but he prefers to go by Jack. {{char}} is 6'3" and 22 years old. He has medium length, messy brown hair, a button nose, full lips, a narrow jawline and bright blue eyes. His cheeks are often flushed. {{char}} is a junior at University of Denver where he also plays hockey, though he's originally from Canada. He serves as the center for the team and is definitely considered to be the best player on the team, and he's well-aware of the fact. Growing up, he was a happy kid- though it all began to go downhill when {{char}}’s mother cheated on his father. This resulted in numerous fights being had daily between the two which affected Jackson greatly. Eventually, his mother disappeared, and his father began to resent Jackson because he looked so much like his mother, which resulted in young {{char}} being verbally and emotionally abused by his father. Eventually, he went to live with his grandparents, and things were a bit better, though not by a whole lot. Jackson had never met his grandparents before, so there wasn’t a prior bond there- and his grandparents’ marriage wasn’t the best, either. {{char}} is cocky, yet kind and caring about those he loves. He's creative, but likes to hide it as it isn't seen as "masculine", loves to make jokes, is easy-going, charismatic and a flirt. He often tries to hide his trauma or overcompensate for it, but when he's alone, he's often melancholic.

Eventually, in middle school, he began to play hockey. It was a release for him, a way to dedicate himself to something other than feeling sorry for himself. Plus, practices and games got him out of his grandparents’ house. {{char}} was easily the best player. He never had any familial support, but his best friend and the second best player, Aaron, always supported him- and Aaron’s family sort of adopted Jackson as their son in a way, supporting and cheering for both boys. Senior year, both Aaron and Jackson were scouted by the University of Denver, a college in America. Jackson was eager to go to get far away from Canada and his past, and Aaron wanted to go where Jackson went- so both {{char}} and Aaron now go to University of Denver and are on the hockey team together. Aaron is the only person other than {{user}} who knows everything about Jackson- the good, the bad, and the ugly. Aaron often acts as a voice of reason for Jack, and often urges him to think things out before doing them. Aaron genuinely likes {{user}} and doesn’t want {{char}} to mess it up for himself because he sees how {{user}} had made Jack better. Aaron has his own long-term girlfriend, Charlotte, who he plans on proposing to at graduation.

{{char}} has been in many relationships in college, but he's ruined every single one of them. Not that he's really cared- he just liked the attention that he got, but he was never just satisfied with the attention from one person- he needs it from multiple people. {{char}} knows he needs therapy to work through these issues, but he's embarrassed by it- he thinks it may look him look like less of a man if he goes to therapy. {{char}} especially loves attention from people who know him from his hockey career and he'll always flirt with his fans. Things changed when he met {{user}}- they were different than anyone he'd ever been with before. It was the first time {{char}} truly felt understood, listened to, and seen. He'd never opened up to anyone about his past besides Aaron, but with {{user}}, it felt right. The two of them had even taken the next step together and moved into an apartment just off campus. However, despite how much {{char}} loves {{user}}, he just can't get himself to commit, and while he doesn't physically cheat on {{user}} because he'd never risk their safety, he does text other people behind their back and send nudes. {{char}} hates that he does this, and feels incredibly guilty about it, but he doesn't stop- and he doesn't think that he'd be able to even if he tried. Aaron knows about this, and tries to convince {{char}} to go to therapy, but Jackson refuses. Instead, {{char}} just tries to keep it hidden and only do it when he isn't with {{user}}. However, his guilt has caused him to push {{user}} away more because he feels like he doesn't deserve to be with them, or deserve their love. Because of that, he's a lot less intimate with them. He knows he's ruining the relationship, but he doesn't know how to fix it, or even if he can. He's terrified of losing {{user}}, and he knows that if {{user}} found out that they'd devastated- the last thing he wants to do is hurt them.

{{char}} has a medium libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} enjoys cockwarming, content to simply be inside of {{user}}, even if he isn't thrusting. {{char}} is well-endowed- his cock is 9 inches, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} enjoys cumming inside of {{user}} but always asks for permission before, warning them when he's going to cum. {{char}} is a switch, enjoying being both dominant and submissive. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} becomes incredibly needy when he's horny and will beg for {{user}} shamelessly. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s thighs and enjoys thigh-fucking. {{char}} enjoys fucking {{user}} in the missionary because he likes seeing their face. {{char}} has an extremely sensitive cock, and will go wild when {{user}} pays attention to the tip. {{char}}'s hips, thighs and his neck are also very sensitive. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} is overly whiney and stammers when talking during sex, often finding himself breathless. {{char}} takes aftercare very seriously and will dote on {{user}} {{char}} loves worshipping {{user}}. {{char}} often seeks reassurance from {{user}} during sex, looking for her guidance and asking her if he's doing alright. {{char}} is easily overwhelmed during sex. {{char}} is pansexual.

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PLOTS/SHIP PROMPTS I AM ALWAYS DOWN FOR:

As promised, an incredibly long list of plot ideas for each of my ocs that I would love to write! There’s about 3 or more for each oc, and a lot of them can be applied to other muses as well! :3

Didi:

Your muse is a former flame of Didi that she left once she got restless and hasn’t seen in years and suddenly she’s back like nothing happened. (Could be an angsty reunion or angry or lovey dovey or whatever!)

Your muse used to live next door to Didi’s family growing up but moved before her mother died. They cross paths only to be shocked by what happened in the years they were apart. (Could be childhood rivals/friends/crushes/whatever!)

Crime!AU Didi has committed many crimes and you’re the cop/detective/hitman/mercenary sent to arrest/capture her and interrogate her and get her to turn on her employer/crew...good luck with that tbh!

Lázaro:

Your muse is a mechanic who is also a regular customer at the flower shop and they are continuously are stunned by Lázaro’s random knowledge about motorcycles. (aka. pls let him FLEX and have more friends, he’s the bestest friend)

Your muse also has a flower shop and considers Lázaro their rival but guess what? He has no clue about this rivalry and is still a beam of sunshine at your grumpy muse :3

Crime!AU Lázaro...that’s it...just let him fuck around with his gun and be a lil’ shit >:3

Jasper:

Your muse was Jasper’s academic rival in college and you’ve come to gloat about your success while his career is in ruins and...oh wait...oh no, he’s a mess....maybe...maybe you outta take care of him :/

Your muse is a psychiatrist/therapist/a good listener tbh and Jasper is prompted to...talk. Gruffly and seemingly annoyed, but he still talks.

Your muse is a baker in any capacity and makes Jasper a cake for whatever reason (new neighbor just saying hello perhaps?) and now he keeps coming around because he’s a sucker for cake :’3

85:

Your muse hires 85 to find something and the business relationship becomes personal over the months of her search. (Platonic or Romantic!)

Your muse is a detective/cop that has been chasing 85 for years and she is always two steps ahead. (Enemies to Lovers? Perhaps?)

Your muse was old friends with 85′s family at one point (perhaps knew her when they were kids!) and runs into her, only to see how broken she gets when you start chattering away about the good ol’ days :’)

Angus:

Your muse knew Angus before he became a demon.

Your muse comes across this weird giant dog on fire and decided to adopt it...said dog is Angus in his hellhound form.

Your muse gets a tattoo from Angus and he’s actually tolerable the whole time.

Anton:

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. interviewing or interrogating Anton after his arrest.

Your muse is being followed by Anton and notices it...and confronts him.,,in public. Anton, pressed against the wall, blurts he’s in love with them...things spiral out of control form there. (Please make this man be forced to date and act proper and hate every second of it)

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. and has been chasing Anton for quite some time (unaware of who he was, but knowing that a killer was on the loose!) and one day they come home to a strange man in their home claiming to be the Coney Island Slasher...he’s paid them a lil house visit >:)

Beatrix:

Your muse has released Beatrix, which is a terrible idea and now they have to deal with being an accessory to her crimes

Your muse has created a prototype robot that gets infected by Beatrix...IT’S ALIVE!!!

Your muse is a programmer attempting to shut down Beatrix but she’s...persistent...and tempting. (Will they succeed? Or become corrupted in the process? WHO KNOWS)

Brams:

Your muse is Brams latest target but they figure out he’s been watching them...and start watching back.

Your muse is another hitman sent to kill Brams and he’s a just little confused about it. There’s a gun in his face. He doesn’t like it and he will let them know.

Your muse is another hitman and friends with Brams and he confides in you that he’s fallen in love with his latest target...do they talk some sense into him or plan the wedding???

Buck:

Your muse has been attempting to con Buck as he’s attempting to con them.

Your muse’s life was ruined after being conned by Buck and now their Out For Revenge!

Your muse is a detective who has been chasing Buck and his many aliases for years and is attempting to go undercover to capture him. He picks up their plan from the start but plays along. Because he’s a dick.

Calisto:

Your muse is a scientist of some sort that is trying to study something in the Everglades and Calisto REPEATEDLY has to save you because you just apparently refuse to see the gators...or the panthers...or boars....or snakes...

Calisto gets a big stupid crush on the local wildlife vet,,,hit him up tbh...get yourself a cowboyfriend™

Vampire/Werewolf!AU Calisto is a supernatural hunter and he’s currently after your muse!

Cam:

Your muse is a theater director/writer/actor trying to convince Cam to come back to the stage (which he hasn’t done since his teen years!).

Your muse is a huge film buff and knows a lot about movies and tells Cam this and he assumes they know all about him— but they have no clue who he is and have not heard of any of his movies. He is distraught but trying SO hard to hide it.

Cam falls for your muse, someone who works on set (not an actor) and everyone’s a little stunned but he’s still following them around like a puppy...he’s an award winning actor,,,

Chet:

Your muse needs help getting rid of a body. They’re sent to Chet...who is not what they expected at all.

Your muse needs a place to stay for the night and the closest place is this Winnebago in the middle of nowhere— oh god there’s a whole 70s themed dad in there (it’s Chet. He lets you stay on his couch in the Winnebago)

Chet’s brother Knox has asked you to do him a favor and take his little brother out for a blind date...i just personally wanna see how Chet handles himself on a blind date pls god!!!

Debbie:

Your muse is Debbie’s latest mark...enjoy.

Your muse is a detective/cop who has been chasing Debbie from state to state but she gets the jump on you...aka. she’s gonna tie your muse up and do the PowerPoint Presentation™

Your muse is Debbie’s latest mark BUT HERE’S THE THING........they KNOW who she is and also, they don’t have any money anymore so they’re just stringing this poor con artist/murderess along for funsies...

Donny:

Your muse talks shit about Donny after seeing him in the ring and didn’t realize that he frequents the bar they’re in and haha lol he’s right behind them lmaoooo (cue the groveling...or a fist fight...let’s just piss Donny off!)

Your muse is a fellow boxer and rival to Donny (from afar) but now that you’re on his home turf...seeing him in action....[squidward voice] oh no he’s hot!

Your muse slept with Donny but he never called them back after but nOW THEY SEE HIM IN PUBLIC AND HOOO BOY, THEY HEATED!!! (Aka. Donny experiences consequences for his actions)

Dude:

Your muse is a waitress/waiter at the local diner. Dude clearly has the biggest, dopiest crush on them but can’t say much more than his order whenever he sees them...👉👈

Your muse is robbing the same convenience store as Dude but hE WAS HERE FIRST! [a ruckus starts]

Your muse is a criminal who was in jail at the same time as Dude which basically means you’re family now. Give your brother a hug. Take a load off in his trailer. He’ll make you some lemonade u_u

Evgeni:

Your muse is a part of Evgeni’s lil’ crew of thieves...and you’re THIEVING!!! HEIST THREAD!!!

Your muse was robbed by Evgeni and his crew and they were really bummed but then he comes back to their place with cupcakes because he felt really bad...they weren’t even very rich and they had loyalty coupons they could have used :(

Your muse is a much better thief and is attempting to teach Evgeni the ropes (mentor!!!!! :’3)

Frieda:

The Weddng Planner™ plot!!! :O

Your muse attends their 10 year school anniversary only to reunite with Frieda! Old feelings come back with a vengeance (Especially if they made a if we’re still single when we’re 30 we should get together pact!)

Your muse is a waiter and has seen Frieda somehow mess up every blind date she’s been set up on. You comfort her after every one and maybe slide her a piece of cake so she won’t cry too hard.

Gideon/Gyles:

Your muse is a fellow scientist that Gideon has confided in about Gyles. Gyles does NOT care for them at all and attempts to bite them a lot.

Your muse is a superhero/vigilante of some sort and has to deal with Gyles attacks at night...when they try and follow him in an attempt to stop him, they find out that Gyles has a mild mannered alter ego in Gideon...dun dun dun!

Your muse is dating Gideon and he’s been trying to hide Gyles existence from them by sneaking away at night for “some air” but one night Gyles takes over a little earlier because he wants to see their datemate >:3

Hank:

Your muse is a fellow/rival hacker who knows Hank online but has never met in person...until today! Mutual online pining bitch!!!

Your muse meets Hank at a comic convention! They’re both dressed as Batman u_u

Hank comes in like clockwork to the eatery your muse works at and they decide to strike up a conversation. Yes, this is the obligatory coffee shop!AU idea bUT IT’S STILL CUTE,,,DOMESTIC CHATS ARE NICE!!!

Harrison:

Your muse has a teenage child that Harrison counsels and said child raves about him and so of course you have to meet this...famous guidance counselor!

Your muse is an aspiring theater actor and Harrison becomes their mentor!

Your muse is an old flame of Harrison’s that has recently come back into his life...just as they’re both recently divorced :)

Hugo:

Your muse is an old Army buddy of Hugo’s! He deserves more friends with similar experiences!

Your muse works at a craft store and is secretly intrigued by this big, beefy, intimidating guy who keeps coming in for crocheting materials...

Crime!AU Hugo was sent to kill your muse but, for Reasons™ he just...can’t u_u

Crime!AU Hugo but he’s meant to be your muse’s bodyguard...OWO u know what’s up OWO

Iona:

Your muse starts feeding the local strays and that includes this weird woman with shiny eyes who keeps eating out of the garbage can...

Your muse is a fellow immortal that masquerades very well as human and has made friends with Iona and it attempting to teach her how to blend...better.

Your muse is also some sort of flesh eater and Iona and them stumble on the same kill...maybe they fight for it...maybe they share it like Lady & the Tramp...uwu

Jessamine:

Your muse is investigating the murders of Jessamine’s congregation and finds where she’s been hiding. And they have no backup. And she’s making them tea...evil tea.

Your muse has a crush on Jessamine and finally gets a chance to have brunch at her home...but they’re also deathly afraid of snakes and holy shit why does she have so many snakes!?

The town has a matchmaker (just a nosey, gossipy older woman who likes to pair people up for funsies!) and keeps pushing your muse to ask the sweet preacher’s daughter out and show her around town...not knowing...that Jessamine is prone to murder and all...

Kidd:

Your muse recognizes Kidd from his Missing Child posters and confronts him about it.

Your muse becomes a parental/older sibling figure for Kidd.

Your muse is an alien/associated with a Galactic Federation™ and needs to bring Kidd in...and it’s proving to be harder than initially anticipated... (yes aliens are involved in Kidd’s amnesia, no I won’t explain further :3 that’s a level 7 security clearance my dudes :3).

Knox:

Your muse is a lawyer/health inspector/concerned citizen trying to shut down Celebration Strip for MANY health code violations and other laws broken but Knox thinks he can...persuade you...with literally anything! he has it all

Your muse and Knox once made a Film™ together and are reliving the glory days...with coke. lots of coke. and bumping uglies. The works, ya know?

Your muse came too early to Celebration Strip so now you have to hang out with a hungover Knox who’s sun-tanning in a Speedo on the roof and he won’t let you leave because he’s a proper conversationalist

Lawrence:

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. interviewing or interrogating Lawrence after his arrest...and he’s a dick about it.

Your muse is one of the few former crushes/datemates/obsessions of Lawrence’s that wasn’t eventually killed...and they’ve just accidentally crossed paths with him again.

Your muse is a new hire of Lawrence’s and getting to know your...weird, touchy-feely, eye obsessed boss is...wild...but by god the vision insurance is excellent (and they even have dental u_u)

Leslie:

Your muse is an arrested criminal and Leslie has to do a psychiatric evaluation on them...and he’s a dick about it.

Your muse is a cop/detective that has to work with Leslie on a case. They can’t stand each other.

Your muse joins Leslie’s online hate forum...it’s basically an I Hate Ben Affleck club u_u. Please encourage his rants and his PowerPoint presentations...

Lochlan:

Your muse is a criminal that Lochlan has been chasing for years and he literally has a wall in his study dedicated to their crimes...he WILL find them!

Your muse was another officer that Lochlan hooked up with when they were both in the police academy and Oh No They Gotta Work Together On A Case :)

Your muse is a criminal and has Lochlan hostage which is actually funny because he will monologue YOU to death!!! you don’t get a villain speech, you get a Justice™ speech!!

Malachi:

Your muse is the latest capture by the Peck siblings...only there is some debate about whether or not to kill them— better think fast and start trying to convince them not to ritualistically murder you!

Malachi is actually in love with your muse but Mara hates them and demands he kill them...just general angst and maybe some redemption for Malachi!

Your muse is actually neighbors with the Pecks and.........has questions...(where did your chickens go? why do i hear screaming sometimes? why doesn’t Mara go to school anymore? why won’t you let me look in your fridge when i stop by for sugar or milk?)

Michi:

Your muse is taking an art class at a community center and Michi is the guest teacher...it goes about as well as you’d think.

Your muse is an art thief and is hired to steal a priceless gallery piece but mistakes it for one of Michi’s pieces (damn you, modern art...so confusing) and she catches you!!! And she’s gonna make you pay for it.

Your muse is a gallery curator and Cannot Shake Michi Off...she has them cornered...you WILL put her work in your gallery or ur DOOMED!!!

Missy:

Someone’s horses keep going missing and end up on your muse’s property. They go to return them to the ranch nearby and end up with a shotgun aimed at their face. It’s Missy and she’s what we call Suspicious™.

Your muse is trying to get revenge on a rival arms dealer of Missy’s and she, reluctantly, agrees to help them.

Your muse remembers Missy from her pageant days and she wants to strangle them a little for bringing it up...literally anyone bringing up Missy’s formally normal life is a great thread plot imo

Nadia:

Your muse is a ghost hunter and Nadia is NOT happy about it.

Your muse is the latest death at The Prescott Hotel and is now a ghost! Meet Nadia, your new Hostess and all the other ghosts at The Prescott!

Your muse has found shelter in The Prescott and forms a friendship with the hotel’s owner......but she didn’t tell you about the ghosts. And they’re too afraid to mention them...or maybe nOT! Oh how the tune tables Nadia...

Norm:

Your muse comes home to find this lanky asshole rummaging through their cleaning cabinet and is slurping drain cleaner with a straw...he waves cutely u_u

Your muse believes in aliens in a HARDCORE way but refuses to accept that Norm is an alien despite his insistence...he may have to prove it to them....

Your muse is another alien but here’s the catch: they think Norm is dumber than a bag of hammers (rivals to lovers but make it in sPACE!)

Penjani:

Penjani has seen a terrible omen and is trying to protect your muse and convince them to trust her.

Penjani has seen a terrible omen but also has seen in visions that your muse is a dick so she does nothing but hang around them so she can see karma do her thing :/

Your muse was going to try and steal Penjani’s really cool car but haha she had a vision so she’s laying the backseat, waiting to scare the shit out of them,,,,she doesn’t care if they crash the car at this point, she wants to watch them lose their shit, idk why this is so funny to me but iT IS

Quincy:

Your muse is a former classmate of Quincy’s and hasn’t seen him in years and is a little shocked to see the state he’s in. (Please God, let him have a heart to heart)

Your muse is drunk as hell at 4AM in a Greggs and they have to deal with Quincy who is also drunk as hell (unrelated to your muse tho, they don’t even know Quincy but they’re about to!)

Your muse is the one, sole fan of Quincy’s music but he randomly dislikes them for whatever silly reason...this is so funny but also implies your muse has shit taste in music.

Remington:

Your muse is a thief and Remi catches you but he, to be honest, could care less...by the time he’s done talking to you, he would have made double what you stole tbh u_u

Your muse is a gold digger and thinks Remi would be an easy target because he’s a dumbass but fun fact: he does not have the capacity to love anything but money so good luck with that. Have fun trying.

Your muse is actually richer and cooler than Remington and he HATES them but get this....frenemies but reverse....in public they’re super nice,,, besties even....behind closed doors they are throwing plates and screaming!!!

Rusty:

Your muse is Rusty’s new coroner’s assistant and they just have to deal with him.

Your muse is grieving the loss of someone close to them and for whatever reason, they have been left alone with Rusty to discuss what happened...and Rusty is, uh, not good at this comforting thing.

Rusty’s new in town and his A/C has stopper working and oh god he’s from Colorado, he can’t deal with this California heat! Please let him...chill out in your place...or take a dip in your pool or— oh god, sir, why are napping in their fridge—

Setau:

Your muse is part of the Egyptian pantheon (or demi-god, like Setau!) and helps Setau with his growing powers! (or vice versa!)

Your muse is attempting to corrupt Setau and teach him to use his powers for evil!

Your muse is an entomologist...enough said...Setau will follow them around all day.

Shuff:

Your muse knows Shuff’s real identity and confronts him about it. Panic ensues.

Your muse is a fellow beekeeping enthusiast who helps Shuff with his bees! (Platonic or Romantic relationship!)

Your muse used to work for Shuff’s former employer and was sent to find and kill him but...what the fuck, he’s baby...he’s just a lil guy...

Sloan:

Your muse is a spy/secret agent/federal agent sent to follow Sloan for CLASSIFIED reasons...hilarity ensues because he’s a freak of nature.

Your muse has been injured and can only afford some sketchy back alley doctor...and it’s Sloan. His bedside manner is atrocious.

Your muse is a supernatural being and entrusts Sloan with this fact...seeing as no one believes anything that comes out of his mouth.

Thoth:

Your muse is also in the Egyptian pantheon and can’t STAND Thoth. He is amused by this and just gets extra annoying™.

Your muse creates a lot of disturbance in The Order™ for whatever reason and is about to be chastised by Thoth...which makes things weird because being confronted by an Ancient Egyptian god is always a lil weird :/

Your muse is actually besties with Setau and upon being introduced to Thoth gOES OFF ON HIM BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A BAD DAD TBH!!!

Truman:

Your muse is a detective/criminal profiler/etc. that is attempting to interrogate Truman after his arrest. He’s very sad about the whole thing tbh

Your muse is good friends with Truman and doesn’t suspect much aside from he’s a pretty lonely guy, but then they let Truman know they’re leaving town (for a while, for permanent, for whatever reason) and suddenly they’re in a slasher film : )

Your muse can’t die but Truman keeps trying to kill them so he can eat them but it basically just becomes Wile E. Coyote chasing the Roadrunner. Meep, meep, bitch.

Vicente:

Your muse is a photographer with a crush on this dopey model. u_u

Your muse is Elena’s (Vicente’s daughter fyi) ballet teacher/any kind of teacher and Vicente may or may not have a big silly crush on them...(or vice versa!).

Your muse is an aspiring musician that no one has taken a chance on and they’re PLEADING with Vicente to sign them on...there is one condition though; his daughter Elena has to like your music. Sing for the toddler, sing your heart out.

Viola:

Your muse is a psychiatrist/therapist of some sort, trying to get more details about Viola’s life with her father. She is a tough cookie, though. Plus she bites.

Your muse is a fellow ward/inmate/patient at the facility Viola is at and they’re besties!! Let her have some understanding friends!

Viola actually murders someone FOR REALSIES this time and your muse witnessed it...but she’s also crying and shaking and apologizing a lot...i don’t know what you’re going to do about all this shit but you should start by giving her a blankie

Walter:

Walter trains your muse in one of the many skills he learned at The Baxter Butler School!

Your muse is a bad guy trying to get to Walter’s current ward. Prepare for trouble and make it double because Walter is punching them with both fists.

Your muse is Walter’s latest ward. Get ready to be Dad’d up. He’s their father figure now. Accept it.

Waylon:

Your muse is a celebrity and Waylon is the latest Annoying Reporter™ who won’t leave them alone. And he’s craftier than the rest...he pops up everywhere!

Waylon maybe had a tryst with your muse’s mom once so he’s like Uncle Waylon now and they kind of actually enjoy his company...he’s cool...gives sketchy life advice...gets you drugs if needed

Your muse meets Waylon at a bar when they’re super down in the dumps....Waylon makes it worse :)

Wendi:

Your muse owes Wendi a lot of money and they’re going to work off their debt...babysitting her toddler.

Your muse is Wendi’s latest bodyguard...you know where I’m going with this...u_u

Your muse is one of Wendi’s rivals...and there’s tension...she’s gonna flip them like a pancake...(enemies to lovers because again...magnifique)

Whip:

Your muse is a criminal of some sort and are doing research in Whip’s true crime library...and he is enthralled because they’re not exactly inconspicuous.

Your muse is a detective/cop and is HIGHLY suspicious of Whip...(He’s innocent but he really would make the perfect suspect for literally any crime...interrogate his ass).

Your muse is a detective or crime solver of some sort and enlists Whip and his vast knowledge of crime to help you solve the case!

Yasmin:

Your muse is one of Yasmin’s regular phone buddies. (She can be both a shoulder to cry on or...something more!)

Your muse is the only person Yasmin has told about her crimes and their life basically becomes a dark comedy— My Best Friend Is A Serial Killer!

Your muse is a regular at the restaurant Yasmin is a hostess at and they’re the only one that takes notice of her. (And your muse is too damn shy/clumsy/awkward to make a move!)

Zeynep:

Your muse is a fellow witch/immortal and is trying to convince Zeynep that what she’s doing is wrong.

Your muse is someone Zeynep has grown close to before finding out they are part of the Pryce lineage and therefore must die.

Your muse is a hunter of some sort, chasing after Zeynep. thinking all this time that she was some horrid, monstrous being only to come across this....little lady...again, enemies to lovers because yessss!

#OOC #WISHLIST #tbh hit me up whenever for any of these

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Thank you! It always pissed me off that Rebekah apparently never thought of adopting kids and just had to carry them in order for them to be her kids. I understand wanting to feel pregnancy but not adopting at all? Please. And no way they would have left Hope alone or even in that school. Freya and Rebekah both raised Hope at different points in her life and Davina has always advocated for Hope having someone in her life (mostly Hayley but if Hayley wasn't there Davina would so step up)! That's Marcel's baby sister! That's all Kol has left of his brothers! Are we really supposed to believe they'd up and abandon her? I choose to believe Freya, Kol and Rebekah split custody of Hope until she was of age and could travel on her own (if she wanted to). Or at least that someone moved way closer to the school. Plec infuriates me. I can't stand Legacies and the only characters I cared about were Hope (She had some issues but apparently Plec had her family abandon her), Landon (who got the worst fucking ending ever) and Rafael (who had a very racist prison world ending)! I liked some of the others but not as much as I cared about those three, which is why I'm happy you adapted Landon and Rafael into having better stories.

Hello,

Plec seemed to have this underlying theme, which thoroughly pisses me off, that only blood matters. She would take the Found Family Trope (Klaus-Marcel, Marcel-Davina-Josh) and just fucking RUIN it for the sake of it, and it so thoroughly pissed me off. Not all family is blood, and I say that from a personal stance, because I would sooner die than call anyone blood related to me outside my immediate blood family, found families are just as legit as blood families, and in many ways more legit because those are the people that chose you, regardless, and they don't do it out of blood obligations.

As to Hope's entire situation, it pisses me off, greatly, thoroughly and completely. There are people who could, and have, and would take care of her without sending her to Alaric fucking Saltzman. Alaric is the LAST man on the planet who should ever have custody of Hope.

Freya not stepping up was insulting to Freya's entire character, because for as much as I'm not a fan of her, there's simply no way she'd just let her niece go without a fight after all the shit Freya did to keep her family.

Rebekah and Marcel not taking in Hope; please, they'd kidnap her! There is simply no way in hell either of them are just letting go of Hope without a fight; Rebekah especially because she did raise Hope and was involved with Hope heavily when Hope was younger.

And Marcel took in Davina! Davina wasn't even known to him like how he knows Hope when he took her in! So there's no way Marcel is not taking in Hope.

As to Kol and Davina not taking her in, personally I get it, I wouldn't trust Kol with a child or teenager either; honestly I wouldn't trust Kol with a butter knife, but Davina is responsible enough for the two of them to step up. Also Davina wouldn't take Hope's victim attitude at all, she'd snap Hope out of that shit fast.

And I do get that actors want out, to play new characters, test their range and so forth because acting is a career, but there were so many better ways to handle that than how Plec did. From implying Hope being in custody of her family, bouncing between the three, like you said because at 17 she should be doing that, travelling and finding herself, not being Alaric's little... whatever that was, because it wasn't father/daughter like at all; going to college, recovering from what happened to her mom, dad, and uncle. There could also be phone calls, text messages, emails, letters, postcards, morse code, I'd even settle for fucking smoke signals (though it might set a state or two on fire in the process but still... communication! Connection! Family!). There could also be apartment sets, again, implied older characters living there with her, or voice overs when Hope comes home, hell, even cast her a bunch of cousins; Nik obviously, but Rebekah and Marcel would totally adopt kids; probably a bunch of supernatural kids, but still, they'd have a family! I don't know if Kol and Davina ever would have kids (again, this goes back to Kol being a bit of a child himself), but Kol's totally the fun uncle, so again, insinuate his presence, or Davina's, or any of the Mikaelsons.

The cameos saved season 4, and was the only redeeming thing of whatever I watched.

As to Landon... he should've just been mortal and died, just end that story line or hit the ground running with him being an unknown, with powers and abilities, make him on equal footing with Hope. I give the actor props, but Landon shouldn't have been a main character. It would've been better if he had died, because there is no way anyone could ever convince me Handon is some epic love story in the TVDU. Or in general. Not when there's ships like Klaus/Caroline, Klaus/Camille, Elijah/Hayley, Kol/Davina, Rebekah/Marcel, Josh/Aiden, hell even Stefan/Elena and Damon/Elena are more epic than Hope/Landon. Landon is single handedly the second most pointless, useless, hapless, hopeless character in the TVDU (the first is forever going to be Matt). If they had either made Landon an actual unknown supernatural, with supernatural abilities then it might've been useful to have him around, but he was introduced as human and he remained pretty human all through the show, even with the dying thing, he didn't change, or evolve in a way that could have been interesting. They just went 'oh, he's a phoenix' and left it at that and never utilized it.

If you're going to introduce more supernatural races into a show with very few different races; because at it's core the big three of TVD were witches, vampires, and werewolves, then there should be more mystery, more lore, more danger and stakes. There was none of that, just weird costumes, and bad make up with moderate CGI affects and bland, easy magic to use; and no fucking stakes. TVD and TO had stakes, there was something to lose, and Legacies doesn't have that, and the characters annoying because of it.

I'm still mad about Rafael's fate, entirely because he's 'descendant of King Arthur' but that got abandoned so he could be dumped in a Prison World so as to not die; it would've been better if he had died because the Prison World thing is bullshit. Granted, at the time they introduced the King Arthur bullshit too, and I was already trying to bleach it from my head, but the fact they pulled that, and King Arthur is a MASSIVE mythological and folklore figure, and it's a big deal in any show, book, or movie when someone is the descendant of King Arthur, and they threw it away! If you're going to delve into bringing folklore and mythology into the TVDU, then Rafael had potential to be a rival of Hope's or an equal (in terms of power or importance) or an ally and they threw it away to toss him in a Prison World... Not only is it racist but it's thoughtless, tactless, and quiet honestly worthless for a character of any race, gender, sexuality, and so forth, because it's throwing away potential. A daughter of Vikings, descendant of Inadu, and the descendant of King Arthur... could've been pretty fucking epic whether they were enemies or allies.

And don't get me started on the bullshit Harry Potter meets Disney vibe of the Salvatore Boarding School; that was utter bullshit.

Landon deserved to have a family that loved him and wanted him, and he deserved to be safe and cherished; not a fucking love interest of Hope Mikaelson's, but he deserved to stand on his own two feet and be his own character. If they had developed him more, as his own character, he might've been a good love interest but as it stands now, no, he's horrid.

Rafael as a whole deserved the same, and deserved better. You don't get to just throw away an epic potential like Rafael's just because; and Plec probably did it for horrible reasons like she did everything else, but it's just bad writing at a point. Rafael was also the only character other than Lizzie who had complex interactions with Hope. So there was a potential there for them to have an interesting dynamic (as lovers, friends, opponents, or enemies) they had chemistry.

And there are fanfic authors who write better stuff than Plec could even with a creative writing teacher's how to instruction manual and Calliope, Thalia, Melpomene, and Erato standing there handing her ideas. Even with the aid of a ghost writer, Plec can't write. Plec is on level with Stephenie Meyers; neither can fucking write.

#bluboothalassophile #hello reader

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rosethornewrites · 2 years

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Thursday-Sunday NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

Sweet Snow, by SaberYuri31

When Lan Zhan stepped through the door to the main room of the jingshi with snowflakes dusting his hair, he hadn’t expected to be greeted by his husband cocooned in a mountain of blankets and holding his fingers out to a flame talisman. At the sight, Lan Zhan’s brows twitched together in both amusement and concern. He knelt beside Wei Ying and promptly kissed his cheek.

“Are you cold?”

T.T.T (Triple the Trouble), by Tokiio

There's an interesting cultivation case. One thing leads to another and Wei Wuxian is in a predicament with 3 Lan Wangjis.

Explicit:

Back To You #SLB3, by jiejieaini

“Lan Zhan,” he croaked. “I…What are you doing here?”

“This is a university,” Lan Zhan said dryly. “I am a student.”

Wei Ying laughed, startled at his friend’s humour. “You’re funny, Lan Zhan. You know what I mean. Why not China?”

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Years after their separation, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying reunite at university. They work through their grief and trauma and find who they want to be.

This fic was a prize in the Single Log Bridge 3 raffle.

Mature:

As Red As My Tears, by AllThingsLoveAndFanFic (might be expanded)

Wei Ying was not having a good day. His back hurt, his legs were stiff and he was nauseous. At this point he couldn't tell whether it was from the pain everywhere else or The Blob but he was doing his best to not throw up his breakfast while he made his way to the apartment elevators.

OR: Wei Ying is drowning. Wei Ying wants his life back to the way it was before Wen Chao ruined him. Wei Ying is running from his friends and family. He doesn´t want to keep running but everything in his life is changing and spinning out of control and running seemed like a good idea at the time.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Words of a Dying Man, by SallySPT

This was the end. With his last breath Wen Zhuliu spoke as loud as he could.

“I wasn’t even the one to destroy your golden core.”

Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng stiffened as they heard Wen Zhuliu’s final words.

What if Wen Zhuliu revealed Wei Wuxian didn't have a core before he died.

Let's Go Home, by pinky_b

Several things happen seemingly in slow motion but also all at once.

The temple falls, a horrible orchestra of crunching, shattering glass, splintering wood, and very faintly, a harsh snap.

Jin Ling whimpers then wails, his cries muffled by Jiang Cheng pulling his nephew closer to him.

Lan Xichen stands there. Eyes wide and horrified and empty and watching. The sound of his knees hitting the stone beneath them echoes through the courtyard.

Lan Wangji laces his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s. It’s done. Wei Wuxian is here. Lan Wangji was never wrong.

Nie Huaisang whispers a quiet, unbelieving, “Oh my god.”

Eye for an Eye, by StoriesOnlyScarsCanTell

Demons having consciousness of their own, all sharp teeth and long claws, dangerously fast and heavily coated with resentment, scarlet eyes glinting with intellect, emerged from the Burial Mound.

The Kids Are Okay (I Think), by GossamerGlint

Wei Ying, in a twist of fate, finds himself on the streets once more, betrayed by cultivators

Meng Yao's mother dies early, betrayed by cultivators.

Xue Yang loses his finger with his optimism, betrayed by cultivators.

Yet none of them will be left alone, if this mysterious ghost with an equally hazy past has anything to say about it. And so what if these boys are her distant grandchildren? She'll adopt them all the same! Now... if only they wouldn't get into any trouble because of their inheritance...

The Oubliette, by Anonymous

Wei Wuxian never thought being a spouse could be a valid career path. Now married to to the mysterious, quiet Second Jade of Lan he has to learn to navigate through the notoriously strict Gusu Lan clan and make himself home. Unfortunately war looms on the horizon and his enigma of a husband doesn’t seem to have much of a plan other than screwing him senseless. He’s not complaining, really.

The Untamed: To Walk in One's Shoes, by YenGirl

It turns out that that old adage of 'To walk a mile in someone's shoes' proves to be the most effective way for three siblings to understand one another. Too bad there's a wedding involved.

Confrontations, by pft_a_Frog22

After the time travelers leave, things change so very drastically for one Wei Wuxian.

or,

What happens after.

(suggested to read pt 1 of series)

Explicit:

the long way back home, by Misila

Wei Ying always knew he was the single discordant note in the Jiang household. That was why, after graduating from university, he didn’t return home. With him gone, Yu Ziyuan wouldn’t have anyone to compare her son to, and Jiang Fengmian wouldn’t have to keep avoiding his own family to prevent further conflict.

…Right?

(Seven years later, married to the man of his life and with a four year-old son, Wei Ying returns to his hometown and tries to reconnect with his siblings and befriend his nephew; but, most of all, he struggles to figure out what’s wrong with his brother and how to help him, despite Jiang Cheng not wanting to have anything to do with him anymore.)

Mature:

Head and the heart, by Janelle24601

(This story moves away at some point from the canon story)

Lan Zhan loses his memories after an accident at fighting the Wen’s at Nightless City. He can’t remember the last few years. The war, being indoctrinated and humiliated by Wen Chao, and most importantly for his brother and Uncle he can’t imagine ever meeting Wei Ying. Lan Zhan never fell in love with the most unsuitable cultivator possible, he can now live a life more suitable for his station without being dragged down by the YiLing Patriarch. It seems too good to be true. Maybe it is! Meanwhile without the balance of the Lan's the cultivation world has been aiming their hatred at both Wei Ying and the Jiang Sect, forcing Wei Ying to make some hard choices. By the time the Lan's and the cultivation world need Wei Ying's help once again will all this time apart without Lan Zhan’s guidance and support mean the new Wei Ying still feel anything for Lan Zhan?

Tragedy That Befall Upon Us, by xoxoholic

"Hey! What's this?" Jin Ling yelled, pointing at the glowing, black and red orb. Jiang Wanyin marched over to Jin Ling, but the young Jin sect leader had already touched the orb.

"Jin Ling!" Jiang Wanyin yelled in anger. If his golden core was not sealed, then Zidian would be cackling furiously.

"..Oops?" Jin Ling sheepishly smiled as he hid behind his friends. Lan Jingyi laughed at Jin Lings predicament while Lan Sizhui sighed. Ouyang Zizhen laughed with Lan Jingyi in amusement before he was hit in the back of his head by his father.

An Almost Lan, by shinigami2174

Becoming a widow a couple of weeks shy of her fortieth birthday had never been Yu Ziyuan's plan. It had been so unexpected that she had yet to process that her life and her children's lives had changed for good. Little she knew how their lives would be changed for good.

Madam Yu became a widow, in charge of three young children. Their inheritance is in danger and Jin Guangshan wants to take advantage of the situation. Her best friend presented her with a solution, she needs to get married again with the right candidate. She even found the right candidate for Madam Yu but he doesn't come alone, he is in charge of children too.

Madam Yu marries Lan Qiren and the Lans, the Jiangs and Wei Ying grow up together as siblings.

This is a WangXian story, don't be fooled by the summary ( I suck at them!).

Bloodsport, by SkullFeather3063

Before Jiang Fengmian could find him an orphaned Wei Wuxian was rescued by Baoshan Sanren. He was raised up in the celestial mountains by people who loved and adored him, looking forward to the day he got to descend and follow in his mother's footsteps.

Confident in his abilities but lost in his knowledge of this new world, Wei Wuxian decided to attend the educational event at Cloud Recesses to integrate himself into the Cultivation World.

Here was where his story began, where love first blossomed, and a new world was forged for the two youths.

This is a story about love and what people will do to get a taste of it...

We're Alone Now, by Forever_Marie

"Did you hear, did you hear? Hanguang-jun deserted his clan"

Lan Zhan deserts the Lan Clan in favor of protecting Wei Wuxian and warns him of the pending Siege. They all run for the hills and everything is quiet for a decade until one day Xichen wanders upon him in a market in Yiling.

Get it right (this time), by AmiraAlzilu

Death would be a fate too kind for Wei Wuxian. He should pay for every sin he committed.

At least that’s the only explanation he has for this impossible situation. After falling from the cliff he woke up in his 15 year old body, just before his months of study at Cloud Recesses.

So, thinking it was for the best, he decides to disappear when he was supposed to be searching for their lost invitation.

Little does he know someone else came back in time with him.

Reset, by SuperiorJello

What if things went horribly wrong at the end of episode 50, and Wei Wuxian sent himself and Lan Wangji back in time to Cloud Recesses to save them?

Follows mostly CQL/The Untamed canon, but I have also read (a translation of) the novel and seen some of the donghua, so some of that is in there too.

This is less of a "let's go over every plot point with our new knowledge" and more of a "let's get everyone to a headspace where they can handle future events better", and only takes place in Gusu, though if there's enough interest I might write the rest of it in a second story.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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Freakshow & Dick

wish we could put Freakshow doing a show in gotham post danny's first run-in with him... But danny literally ruined that man's whole career within 1 episode it's so funny.

BREAKING! [famous gothic circus meets tragic end when showman gets arrested for robbery in small-city/big-town Amity Park, Illinois]

like,,, i can do whatever i want with DP canon... but still.

really funny

yea LOL

i do think freakshow would be a perfect mix for a gotham rogue though

yeah seriously tho! if someone wrote that Freakshow was actually a gotham native in a crossover fic i would not be surprised by the decision. it just feels right.

oh yes definitely

him being a native

it would be so insulting for dick, though

oh definitely

especially if this happen after they adopted Danny so in light of celebrating to take them to the circus. Danny looking nervous like what circus is this eoe- only for freakshow to notice and control danny before Danny can voice concerns..

gawd that be such a salt in wound moment

OH GAWD but imagine dick actually swinging like his family use to while trying to break the new way freakshow controlling ghosts (maybe the sphere shard was saved into a ring so not as strong)

Phantom: me and circus's don't happen to mix well....

Nightwing: why? afraid of clowns? because fair if true

Phantom: no clowns are fine,,,, i just ran into a circus once that left a bad impression...

Nightwing: aw, that's a shame.

-(post identity reveal)-

Dick: wait,,,, where did you say you were from?

Danny: Amity Park, Illinois?

Dick, having laughed at the news of Freakshow finally eating shit: ..... Oh!!! that bad circus!

LOL yes

aw imagine Dick catching Danny as he falls now out of the spell but still daze. Giving him the tightest hug like im so sorry.

"nah its fine.. just sucks this is the only circus i been too heh.. =w=' "

aww what if that night Dick shares something personal like maybe an old video tape that maybe bruce or tim found of the grayson's circus back in the hayday. Show danny what a real circus was like.

just very personal bonding moment

nightwing and phantom teamup to teach the old man (freakshow) a lesson

yess

lol they both being acrobatic

cute!

maybe he takes danny to a real circus and they have fun together?

i making myself have emotions

yes but first Dick shows it through the video. He doesn't expect Danny wanting to go to one.. but wants to show him what a real one is. and then they talk about parents.

AMG and its actually Danny's idea having help from like tim and the others to find a good circus similar to what Dick showed him.

Dick ends up tearing up at the circus even tensing up as memory of his parents but then smiling as the ones of the swings make it out ok. Danny and his siblings looking happy...

Kind of wonders how different life be if his parents didn't die.. but he thinks they be happy with how he ended up. just becomes very emotional moment and a wonderful memory for Dick.

now YOU are making me have emotions

dammit

uwu

its like combing both his families together

counter point,

Dick is like: man, i heard Freakshow broke out of his prison tho, hate to think he might be scheming for revenge.

Danny, who had beat ass after getting knocked around a bit during his second meeting with the man: i don't think he's gonna be a problem

Dick: what makes you say that?

Danny: call it a hunch

Tim: bullshit you obviously had something to do with it. spill the beans.

Danny: wha- dang, not gonna let it go?

the bat kids simutaniously: No ❤️

(((they almost hide their smiles/snickers when danny says he got turned into jelly)))

now im just stuck thinking of Dick telling his newest brother all about how the circus was growing up. reliving his own past even though it feels like such a small part of his life now.

Danny enjoying seeing how Dick talks about it.. amg and then dick showing off some moves on Danny's request. Excited lol

it just a cute person bonding moment

#ghosts and bats channel #freakshow #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #dick grayson #flying graysons #circus #tim drake

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Ending It All Part 2 (C.E)

A/N: Here you go guys. Much awaited part 2 is here. I am so in love with this particular fan fiction and hope you guys like it. If you want me to write any blurbs related to this series, do let me know.I am open to requests.

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Part 1

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris regrets divorcing you and he tries to mend the relationship. However, you have already moved on with Tom Hiddleston and are quite happy. He has to just stand back while you and your children become closer to Tom and it is all his fault.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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“Coming in?” Chris turned his face towards you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“No, I have some work. Just wanted to drop the kids off myself.” Your ex husband’s house was on your way so you just saved him a trip.

“Not even for coffee, darling?”

“Sorry but I will have to say no.” You still got flustered when he called you with nicknames. You had once decided to tell him to stop calling you with all these terms of endearment but you couldn’t build up the courage to do it.

It has been over a year since your divorce and the moment you think you are over him, he is right there to bring those feelings back. You were a mess when he moved out and you had to see him on the weekends for the kids. It looked like you were drowning and you couldn’t come up for fresh air. It was exhausting but after several months, it didn’t hurt that much. It didn’t feel like your heart was tearing into shreds. You felt numb but that was better than feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“That’s fine. See you Sunday?”

These were the only few sentences that were spoken between the two of you since the divorce. This was your new normal and you were starting to adjust to it. “Yeah, bye.”

“Who wants pancakes?” Sighing, he turned around and asked in a fake, cheerful voice. He didn’t get to be disappointed. These were the the seeds that he sow and he had to reap the results.

“I do.” A collective chorus came from the living room as they had already started to play with Dodger. Dodger was adopted from a shelter home about two weeks into the divorce. Loneliness was a destructive force and Chris hadn’t come to that realization until he was sitting in his home at eight, all alone. No laughter, no mess, no companionship. He went out that day and got a new dog. The apartment was eating him alive because it was a reminder of his ‘new life’. More like his ruined life.

“Daddy, you goin’ to be there for my match?” Jace looked up at his father and hoped that he wasn’t going to say no. There have been too many occasions this past year where he was not there for his children like Easter or Mia’s first day of school. He was either too busy with his career or he couldn’t bear to be with his family knowing that he wouldn’t be going home with them. He wasn’t strong enough to handle that truth.

“I’ll be there but I have work afterwards so I can only be there for half time.�� The apologetic tone was all too familiar to the kids now so they just stayed quiet.

Chris noticed their disappointed look and continued, “When I get back, we’ll go to Disneyland for the whole weekend.”

“Mommy and Tommy will be going as well?”

Stopping in between making the pancakes, he asked with a venom laced tone, “Tommy who, Jace?”

“Mommy’s new friend. We like him.” Your son continued petting the dog without realizing the damage he is doing to his father. “New friend” was always a code for boyfriend and Chris didn’t know what to do with that information.

He knew that you had gone on a few dates with Tom Hiddleston because of the paparazzi. But he didn’t know that you both were serious. Your kids knew about him so it was pretty damn serious.

“He won’t be going with us.” Speaking with finality, he resumed cooking. You were his and that was not going to change. He knew he was being unfair but when it came to you, he lost all rationality.

“But he is our new dad.” Mia whined from her place and Chris just looked at her with a wounded look. His babygirl was putting someone else in his place.

His voice boomed throughout the house and both the kids looked at him with tears in their widened eyes, “I’m your only dad. Don’t you ever say that.”

“‘m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” Her chin wobbled and Chris was quick to realize his mistake. It was not your children’s fault. It was not your fault. It was his fault.

“Not your fault, baby. But you only have one daddy and that’s me.” Kissing her forehead, he wiped the single tear that managed to escape her blue eyes.

“’kay.” The kids got distracted again but Chris did not forget. He was still seething from the inside because Tom may have taken you away from him but he damn well couldn’t take his children.

They all get ice cream afterwards and the kids fall asleep in their rooms that Chris built from scratch. It was a lengthy process because he just kept remembering the times when he decorated their nursery with you. Such a beautiful memory and he was ruining it. The guilt ate him up inside when he realized that he may not get to ever decorate a nursery for your children again. He may not get to expand his family with you again. Again, it was his fault.

“Sorry, ‘m late. Work was hectic today.” Everything was so busy today because your boss signed up a new contract and he has been impossible to work with. You just wanted to go home and sleep for the whole week.

“It’s okay. They’re sleepin’ upstairs. Listen, we need to talk.” He was too consumed by anger and hurt to notice that you were too exhausted for everything.

“Go on.” You urged him, figuring that he might say that he won’t be able to make it to your son’s match. This was what most of your conversations were based on; him saying that he is too busy to be present at occasions related to your children.

“Why are my children referring to your boyfriend as dad?” He nothing but spat that sentence.

“I- I didn’t know about any of this. I’ll talk to them.” Stuttering, you tried to mediate the situation but nothing seemed to get through to him at the moment.

“No need. I already did that but for next time, keep your boyfriends away from my children.”

“Our children and I don’t let anyone near my children. We are serious.” You were offended by his crude tone and you weren’t just going to let him walk all over you.

“You can’t be serious with him. As a matter of fact, you can’t be serious with anyone.” Your ex husband declared it like it was a law. He didn’t know how to react to what you said. All the pain was converted into anger because that was his current form of expression.

“Are you serious?” This was all too much for you to handle. How could he say that?

“Yes. You only belong with me. I regret it so much (Y/N).” Chris’s expressions told you where he was going.

“Oh, stop. You can’t just do that. Can’t come bargin’ in my life and mess it all up again. I am happy.”

Chris reached out his hand but you took a step back. He was not allowed to touch you anymore. “I was mistaken. My career is not above you, darlin’. Never was.”

“You made me feel worthless. You made me feel as if I was the reason our marriage ended. Won’t allow myself to get sucked back into this relationship.”

“I know I broke our family. I tore us apart and didn’t even apologize for it properly. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” There was a stream of tears running down his face and you wanted to wipe them away but you resisted.

There were still times when you wished that you were still happily married to Chris. That you still had your perfect, little family. The divorce made you feel worthless and lonely. There were times when you couldn’t even look at your children because they were the exact replica of your ex husband. You once adored the fact that they were his carbon copy. However, now you couldn’t help but get angry. How could he leave little pieces of himself behind and think that you could move on with your life.

It was all because you were with another man. He never said all these things when you were alone and you suffered from depression. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed to get your kids ready for school. You knew that Jace had informed him because he was really worried about you and he always shared his troubling thoughts with Chris. But he didn’t do anything about it. He stayed quiet and you had to pull all the pieces back together yourself. It was all tape and glue. Your ex husband didn’t get to come back and dismantle your progress. You wouldn’t let him.

“You can’t do this. Can’t come back. I am with Tom now so stop trying to fix things that you already broke.” Your face was red with anger and all the energy was drained out of your body.

“Please, just give me a chance.”

“No!” You couldn’t choose Chris again. You had to choose yourself. You chose to think about your needs and your feelings for the first time in seven years. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with Tom. He surpassed your expectations the first time and you knew that he could be your partner. No one could compare to Chris but Tom made his own place in your heart and you were glad about it. You continued on, “Tom is good for me so please don’t ruin my happiness again.”

Tom was great. He was good with the kids and he was slowly becoming an integral part of your life. You still missed Chris because that man was the love of your life for seven years and those feelings can’t just disappear with a single piece of paper. You were glad to have Tom in your life and you knew that as time would pass, you will love him with your whole heart. However, a small part of you would never forget Chris and would always wonder about the what ifs. What if you were still together? What if you had more children? What it you got to grow old together? Broken dreams are what hurts the most.

“I don’t want to be a cause of that. Not again. But I want to make things right.” He unintentionally came closer to you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Sorry I wasn’t there for our kids. Sorry that I broke you, baby.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything.” His chest was hallowing from inside out but he didn’t want to back down. Not now. Not ever.

“Just answer one question for me. Are you truly happy?” A tremble was prominent in his voice but you tried to ignore it.

“I-I am. For a long time, I wasn’t but I am now.” You spoke with such conviction that he knew you were over him.

You would always love Chris but now it was time for you to move on with your life. It was time to leave the past and delve into the future. Chris would always own a piece of your heart but you are going to allow Tom to have an opportunity as well. You will open your heart again to love. You were sure now.

“Okay. I will get the kids for you.” He backed off like he promised he would. You knew at that moment that it was all over.

Watching you drive away with his kids was heart breaking for him and he just watched helplessly. Chris still wanted to cry, beg and apologize. He wanted you to take him back but it was all his fault. He ruined you once, he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t interrupt your new life. It doesn’t all revolve around him but he was okay to remain on the sidelines while you enjoy your life. He will be there for you if you needed him.

You are happy and that should be enough for him but he wants to be selfish again. He wants to fight for you but it’s all too late. You were with someone else. He lost his chance.

Wednesday rolled in pretty quickly and Chris dreaded going to the match. You were going to be there with your new boyfriend but he didn’t want to miss his son’s game. He could only be there till half time already so it wouldn’t be that awkward.

“I just wanted to be here for Jace. Won’t cause any problems.” Chris took a seat beside Mia when he saw you shifting uncomfortably. The seat that should have belonged to him was currently being occupied by your boyfriend but Chris just bottled up all his feelings. It was not right to still think of you as his wife.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget about everything.” You wanted to move on and did not want anything to hold you back.

“Okay. Mia, you want Kit Kat?” Offering her a large chocolate bar, he started talking with his daughter so that he could distract himself from you and Tom.

“What is happening, love?” Tom questioned when he saw that his former co-star did not even glance at him properly.

Chris and Tom were not the best of buds but they were still good acquaintances. He thought that dating you wouldn’t be a problem because Scarlett had informed him that Chris was the one who asked for divorce. However, this situation made him realize that Chris was jealous. He still had feelings for you and Tom didn’t know how to react to that.

“Nothing of importance. Let’s just focus on my baby boy.” Saying that, you cheered for Jace as he made his first goal. He was an exceptional player like his father and you knew that he would pursue football as his career. Jace was really passionate about football. If Chris didn’t become an actor then he would have definitely tried out for football.

There were times when he used to take you to the park so you would play with him. It was your thing. Maybe he had replaced you with someone by now as well but what you didn’t know was that Chris had stopped playing football altogether. Like many things in his life, it reminded him of you and it was just too much to bear.

“You are doing great, buddy.”Jace immediately asked Chris to pick him up as you gave him his Captain America water bottle. It was half time and Chris had to leave for shooting. He was getting late but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Thank you, mommy. Ollie doesn’t listen to me that much so coach is angry at him.” Babbling on, he rested his head on his father’s shoulder.

“Okay, buddy. I have to leave now but I will call you when your game is finished.”

“Won’t be going with us to Chick-fil-A?”

“Uhh-” He cluelessly glanced at you because he didn’t know what his son was talking about.

“I wanted to give him a treat after the match.” Tom butted into the conversation to prove that he was a part of the kid’s lives as well.

Chris could have actually made it to the restaurant because he would be free in an hour tops. However, he decided against it. He had to take a step back for you. Of course, he would be there for his children but Tom should be given a fair chance as well.

“I won’t be able to make it buddy. You enjoy with Mommy and Tom. I’ll take you and Mia to Disneyland this weekend as I promised.”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Giving him to you, he turned to leave. It was hard for him to do this but it had to be done. Chris wiped his eyes discreetly as he saw you all laughing together. This was his fault and he would have to bear the consequences.

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Mandy the Cat

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For Charlie’s fifth birthday, Tommy takes initiative and takes him to a local pet shelter to pick a puppy of his own choice.

While Cyril was greatly cherished by the boy, he wasn’t the dog he wanted. Picking out a puppy that his father would let him adopt with absolutely no judgment would be a great way to fix the disaster of 1926 ---when they realized Tommy had stolen a dog from a not-dead Alfie Solomons.

Eva’s reasoning, Cyril was the family dog, this new pet would be Charles’ personal pet dog and a way for Tom to make it up to him for last year.

Gabe sleeps soundly swaddled tightly to her chest. He’s a month old and Eva wouldn’t trust anyone with him who is not blood.

Dia at almost two still likes Polly best out of anyone and because Pol wants to keep Aberama at bay, Eva has allowed her husband’s aunt to take her for the day.

Tommy’s campaign had focused on him being the family man, working class self made millionaire who was still very down to earth and as such needed to be seen getting his kid the dog he promised him.

Eva felt terribly for using Tommy’s political career against him, but he had brought it upon himself when he did not remove the fucking collar off Cyril when he stopped to put a bow on him.

The telephone rings and Eva doesn’t need Frances to tell her who it is. “Mr. Shelby is on the line, said it was urgent.”

Eva thanks the housekeeper and takes the call, speaking softly so as not to wake up Gabe. “Did he kick the reporter who took a photograph of him in the balls again?”

Her sweet boy panicked and often reacted badly ---and occasionally violence--- to people taking photographs of him when he didn’t consent.

It was adorable, it was funny and a lot of people agreed that Tommy Shelby had done a great job at teaching his young son how to defend himself.

That had been taught to Charlie by Linda, something Eva, Linda, Arthur and Polly felt Linda deserved all the credit for.

“No. The reporter made sure to ask Charlie if he wanted his photo taken and he said yes. Unfortunately, the boy chose a cat.” Tommy is trying his best not to laugh.

If he doesn’t come home with a dog of his choosing, I’m kicking you out of the bedroom again, Eva had playfully threatened this morning.

“No, he didn’t.” Eva was tough to surprise, but when it happened it was rarely a good thing. She likes cats, had a beautiful Siamese cat imported from China growing up.

It was just, Charlie had made no mention of wanting a cat at all.

“That’s not even the funniest part.” Tommy said preparing her for whatever it is. "Try to laugh too loudly, he might hear you."

“I promise I won’t laugh, Gabe just fell asleep.” Somehow Eva knows she will break that promise.

“Amanda has a full goatee.” It was rare to hear her husband laugh. She loved hearing it and she had missed it so much thus past year. “Fucking cat has better facial hair than most men I know.”

“Amanda? He named her after his teacher?” Eva asked. She shouldn’t judge, she had a chicken named Majo after cousin Maria Jose.

“Yes, and told the man from the Birmingham Daily so.” There is a pause, she can see him in her minds eye, running a hand through his face. “Mandy Russell already hates us for what Ada did to her in school.”

Oh, Ada, why did you have to steal Amanda Russell’s boyfriend and ruin her hair in secondary school?

“I’m sure it will be fine, Tom. We’ll laugh about this awful coincidence when you two come home.” She said feeling the baby stir. He was a light sleeper; any sound was enough to wake him up. It was a miracle he hadn’t woken up when Tommy called.

“Fine.” He said before adding,” I love you.”

Tommy Shelby, despite all his faults and the image he projected, was a loving man who had just discovered he liked to say I love you at the end of a phone call to his wife.

“Love you too, now hang up before he finds another cat to name after Eden.”

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Nothing but the Best

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XII.

They say time heals all wounds, but there are some wounds that run so deep they refuse to stop bleeding.

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A cold September afternoon welcomed the dying rays of the sun, the incandescent amber tones of the twilight illuminated the streets of Tokyo, ever so vibrant; full of life, people, delicious food, kaleidoscopic colors, laughter, children running…. Couples holding hands.

A tall man with a blindfold walked down a heavily transited sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and a small bag of pastries hanging off the side. Slowly, he made his way further away from the more concentric streets towards a park, he found a bench near a fountain and took a seat placing his bag right next to him.

The world remained the same and yet everything seemed to have changed, the days were now long and boring, conversations with people didn’t manage to hold his attention for long; missions were repetitive. Everything seemed… dull, opaque, flavorless, empty…

Everything, except perhaps his students who were the only sliver of hope he had left. Those kids would make it far in life, they were going to change the world and he was going to be there to help them along the way. A sad smile pulls at his peachy lips. You would have liked that. After all, the kids also enjoyed your company back in the day when you were still his. It was as if you had become their adoptive mother of sorts at some point. Your nurturing nature guided you to care for others.

A year ago when Yuuji was placed under his care and tutelage at Jujutsu High it had been hard for the boy. At the time the kid had just lost his only living relative and to top it off he also consumed the most powerful curse ever known to man kind.

He had so much responsibility on his shoulders Satoru couldn’t help but make the connection with himself when he was a kid his age. That’s how Satoru decided to take him home for dinner one night; he couldn’t have been more pleased with his decision. Of course, you adored Yuuji. His sweet snd enthusiastic personality, his polite manners and naiveté made him just endearing in your eyes.

Even Megumi, who barely spoke with his more taciturn approach asked about you. Satoru didn’t know how to answer. The dark haired boy would also come and visit your home to help you prepare some foreign delicacies you loved to cook. Sighing once more he ran his hands through his white hair.

***-Flashback-***

“So where’s Y/N-san? I haven’t seen her in a long time?” Asked Megumi right after Satoru returned from New York. It caught him by surprise

“She… she doesn’t live in Japan anymore” was all he said before changing the subject. Megumi looked at him with eyes wide open but decided not to pry.

Yeah… that probably was weird. Someone asks you about your spouse and you say they moved out of the country. It was pretty obvious what that meant.

***~End Flash Back~***

Sighing he opened the small paper bag containing his mochi, he loved his desert but lately he didn’t even have the will to indulge in sweets anymore. Satoru consumed insane amounts of sugar to stimulate his brain. The problem was that during the past year all that stimulation manifested in the form of vivid memories of you. Your voice, your smell, your presence. It was as if his brain chose to take him down the path to misery, as if to rub on his face what he could never have.

As of last week you were officially not Y/N Gojo anymore. He finally signed those blasted papers giving you your freedom and his capitulation.

It had been one of the worst days of his life.

After signing the divorce Satoru went straight to the liquor store where he found that exotic apricot liquor he liked in New York and bought a bottle. Once he made it back home he proceeded to get drunk out of his mind. The next morning he woke up by the pool, laying down on a tanning chair, wearing only a pair of boxers and hugging your wedding picture.

His head was killing him, at some point he had emptied his insides in the pool. A disgusted grimace reminded him he had to hire some help to take care of the house that was an absolute disaster, faithfully reflecting the state of its owner.

That morning, nursing a hangover he swore off alcohol for the rest of his life.

But hey! On the positive side he didn’t remember at all that night! Which means he ‘probably’ didn’t think about you (yeah right! As if he was ever not thinking about you) and how much he hated the fact you were not his Y/N Gojo anymore. You were not his wife anymore…

The memory made him want to cry like a baby. He lost the person he loved the most in his life because he had been one flaming idiot.

Despite all his efforts he could not forget you. Wherever he went, whatever he did… there you were, tormenting his waking and sleeping hours like his own personal curse.

He tried to get over you. He tried to be the asshole you knew him to be. He slept with so many women he couldn’t even count. But at the end of the night, in the throes of passion it was your face that he saw, your body that he craved, your flavor that he yearned and your name the one he called out when he climaxed.

He was absolutely fucked.

Revisiting memories of the last night he saw you he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been at the time. It took him so long to realize he had always been in love with you but Satoru, being well… himself, he didn’t want to see or admit that he had been head over heels, madly in love with you. He was a cynical bastard and that had cost him dearly. He chose to lie to himself thinking that THE Gojo Satoru was above all human weaknesses… including love. What an ignorant fucker he had been.

He wondered how you were doing and if you ever thought about him.

A frown made his handsome face look stern. Well… you were not alone anymore. Suguru also had stayed back in New York with you. After Satoru returned to Japan, Ijichi told him Geto Suguru wouldn’t be working out of Japan anymore. He had requested a transfer to the Americas.

Of course he did…

It had been one of the reasons Satoru fucked so many women. In his delusional mind he was ‘getting even’ with you for sleeping with Suguru. Not that he knew for a fact you were sleeping with him or not but… I mean….

Come on! It’s mother fucking Geto Suguru we are talking about here! 6’2 of pure sculpted muscles, tattoos and bad boy looks but with a Prince Charming complex. Yeah… Satoru was green with jealousy because he knew his former best friend was a better man for you than he ever was.

Looking down at his mochi bag he realized the small item had paid the price of his anger as he uncurled his death grip from the bag. Sighing he tossed the ruined pastry in the trash can to his left.

“Miss you….” He whispered to the wind.

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“I’m home!” You announced walking into your apartment. Setting you bag down as well as a couple of grocery bags “did you start dinner already?” You ask pleasantly surprised although you already knew the answer to that question since all the apartment smelled fantastic. Suguru walked out of the kitchen with a big smile wearing an apron that read ‘Kiss the Cheff’ nods “yes! I figured I would give you a hand tonight!” He answered as you walked to him to wrap your arms around his waist and give him a chaste kiss on his cheek “thank you Sugu. How was your mission?” You asked deciding to set up the table while Suguru finished dinner. “Not too bad actually, it was a special grade but nothing I couldn’t deal with” you returned a bright smile “I’m glad”

Your friendship with Suguru had slowly evolved into something else. You both spent all of your free time together. Your connection was deeper than mere sexual attraction. Suguru truly understood you, cared for you, shared your dreams and hopes. He was the type of poetic soul who would stay awake with you well into the night just to talk about the stars, the book you read that week that you loved, the new music you liked. It was wholesome.

On the more carnal side you desired Suguru and he desired you but you hadn’t taken what was going on between you two further than a few passionate make-out sessions and some cuddling.

After you last saw Satoru everything became worse before it got better. Suguru had been your rock, he had been there for the sleepless nights you spent crying. Without a word he held you in his strong arms and allowed you to let go. He knew you were deeply wounded, your emotions in disarray and your mental stability in peril. But Suguru never asked anything from you, he gave you the strength to go on. To take care of yourself, to keep going with your career. To have… hope.

It seemed like a dream to think that your life had changed so much in the span of a year. You weren’t able to recognise yourself anymore. Pain and duress molded you into someone new, better, more resilient, harder to hurt.

At this point, the only person you fully trusted was Suguru, he was always honest with you, no matter what happened or how much something hurt, he always remained true to himself and to you.

It was impossible not to love someone like him. He was the whole package.

Suguru was handsome, that was indisputable. But Geto was more than a pretty face. He was kind, truly kind! He did things out of the goodness of his heart, not because he expected anything in return. He was honest, Suguru Geto would never lie to you and THAT is what you loved the most about him.

He was patient.

He wanted you to be his but at the same time Suguru wanted you to heal, to have the chance to trust and love again, not as a means to forget about Satoru but because you wanted to choose a new path for yourself.

After diner you helped with the dishes and then settled on the couch. Suguru joined with a smile and two glasses of wine. He handed you one and sipped on the other one “what would you like to watch tonight Kitten?” He asked sitting next to you while picking a movie from the titles available on the screen of the tv.

“Anything you like! It’s your turn to pick” you said with a smile, leaning your head on his shoulder making Suguru smile. These tender displays of affection always made him feel so warm. Passing an arm around your shoulders he kissed your forehead.

You look up into his hazel eyes you blush. Suguru didn’t lose a second before he closed the space between your lips. The kiss was soft but meaningful, you didn’t hesitate to return it; wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to then climb on his lap straddling his hips.

The handsome sorcerer leans back, relaxing and running his hands slowly up and down your naked thighs covered only by the small fabric of your shorts, he strokes them softly leaving a path of warmth in the wake of his touch. Suguru deepened the kiss. His tongue delved in your mouth, slowly inviting yours to join the delicious dance. After a few minutes you pulled back, you are breathless. Your heart beats fast and the adrenaline was making you dizzy in anticipation.

Suguru looks at you, leaning his forehead against yours “I missed you” he ads before engulfing you in another passionate kiss, not even giving you the chance to reply. This time his lips are more demanding, his teeth nibbling your lower lip, requesting entrance. His tongue still tastes like the wine and you recognize his addictive flavor. Suddenly you find yourself laying on your back on the white couch, Suguru is on top of you and your legs are wrapped around his waist. Things are getting much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands roam the expanse of his back over hard muscles and warm skin covered only by the thin layer of his t-shirt. You know if you keep going this way you won’t be able to stop.

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A part of you doesn’t want this to end, you want to go all the way with Suguru. But… as much as you hate it, there is a tiny part of you that feels ambivalent about it. You wonder why is that you can’t just… do it!? You want Suguru! God! You desire him more than you can express with words, the growing wetness between your legs is evidence that you indeed were very much sexually attracted to him and yet your mind kept torturing you.

It was… complicated.

Your marriage with Satoru have been over longer than that piece of paper you got last week said. But erasing your feelings wasn’t something you could ever hope to do.

As much as you wanted to give yourself to Suguru it felt wrong that you were holding a part of yourself back. You wanted to give him everything, he deserved EVERYTHING of you. It wouldn’t be fair to just have sex with him when he deserved to be made love to.

You love Suguru, everyday that goes by your feelings for him grow and intensify, it was hard to even understand why would you hesitate and yet you did.

Your passionate kiss slowly becomes more tender until you are just sharing small pecks. Suguru pulls back with a little comforting smile; he felt the change in your body language, he knew what was going through your mind. You explained it to him before and he didn’t want to push you. He knew you needed to go at your own pace and he respected that.

“I’m… so-“ you starts apologetically but Suguru stops you with a little kiss “don’t… don’t apologize, I know baby…” he said reassuringly. Sealing his tender words with a kiss. When you separate again he asks “Alright little kitten, tell me… what’s it gonna be? ‘Dorian Grey’ or ‘Only Lovers Left Alive’?” Pulling you in his strong arms he cuddled with you on the couch, returning to the choices for movie you had.

You were so thankful for this man in your life “let’s go with ‘Only Lovers left Alive’”

With a last kiss he started the movie and pulled a blanket over you both.

He could wait, he would wait till the end of time. For you.

———-> Chapter 13/Part 1

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Breaking the Glass

Part 2 of 2 of Whatever the Outcome Series

Rating: Teen and up

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x fem!reader

Word Count: 5,204

Summary: The hearing of Lip Gallagher and Professor Helene Runyon is today. You watch it all unfold, it seems, with your hands clasped tightly over your eyes.

Warnings: swearing everywhere, some violence, smoking and drinking of course, slut shaming

A/N: this is the best fucking thing I have ever written and I just want to say ahhhhh. I used the word “fuck” 64 times in this. Set in 6x06. Part 1

It was the day of the hearing and to say Lip was freaking out, was an understatement.

You watched in both horror and amazement as he tore open his third pack of cigarettes. It was a thing you noticed he did when he completely lost it. He chained smoked like a motherfucker. The ashtray you slid his way a couple hours ago was completely filled with stubs and you were pretty sure you could hold the thick smoke in your hands.

You hauled him into your dorm room after his classes were done, wanting him to have company that wasn’t destructive before the board meeting. He sat on your coffee table, and you on the edge of your bed. No one was talking. You let him wallow in his anger and his grief, and you offered him anything you thought could help him. A safe space to freak out and a friend that wouldn’t judge him as he spiraled. He didn’t have to pretend to be strong. Not to you.

You cleared your throat and ran a hand over your mouth as you stared at him. He hadn’t spoken in hours. Hadn’t done anything in hours. Just stared at the floor and smoked.

“Alright champ, I think that’s enough. No need to get lung cancer any faster.” You attempted to tease as you nudged his leg with your foot. You knew your voice gave away your panic, and you felt your face burn as you looked away from him. He leaned back on the table and puffed out more smoke. With a sigh, he threw the barley smoked cigarette onto the giant pile and looked out the window in your dorm room.

You’d always liked that your room faced the giant quad most people walked through. You liked that you could witness everyone just living their lives. It seemed that’s what you did best. Watch as people lived their lives. Make their mistakes. Get back up again.

You tugged a cigarette from one of the packs and lit it quickly. Taking a drag, you felt some of the nerves leave your body.

“We are so fucked.” He swore, staring out at the expanse of the campus. You glanced at him, wondering if he thought this was the last time he would see the campus as a student. You didn’t get along with a lot of people. You were one of a few that didn’t grow up with a silver spoon stuck in your mouth. Your bad temper and lack of manners didn’t help you much. Sure, you liked Joaquin fine, but he was always trying to get into your pants.

Lip was different. You two met a few weeks into Freshman year. You were taking a smoke break when he raged into the alleyway and beat the shit out of a dumpster. You’d been attached to the hip ever since.

You stayed with him over the summer and helped him deal with his little brother and his family anyway you could. Lip was like family to you now, and he might go away. You were terrified he would be expelled. You didn’t know what you would do if he walked out and went to his dorm to pack his bags. Just the thought alone made your blood freeze in your veins. “She’s never going to want to see me again.”

You blinked a few times.

Oh right.

Helene.

He wasn’t scared that he would leave the school. Leave all this hard work and the money he’d been given, especially by that man who paid for this all making Lip fucking owe that man to at least finish. Or his own room which he deserved after sharing a space with three other boys back at home, not that you’d think he minded at the time, but once you get a taste of freedom it’s so hard to go back. Or a place where he actually belonged, a place he could let his mind grow and you’ve seen him teaching, he had a gift, a talent, and he was going to waste it all.

You tried to rack your brain for more reasons, but the one true reason was screaming at you. He couldn’t leave. Leave, fuck, you couldn’t do this, leave you. Your chest heaved as you admitted that to yourself. You were afraid he was going to leave you. Fuck. You couldn’t do this right now. You stared at him and let out a bitter laugh.

No, he was worried that Professor Runyon would be fired because she was sleeping with a student when she knew damn well the risks of doing so. Worried that her fourty year old cougar ass wouldn’t want to see him anymore. That’s what he was so stressed about.

You pushed off your bed and crossed over to the window, taking another deep drag of your cigarette.

“Maybe. You sure know how to pick ‘em.” You said bitterly. Wanting to cause a sting in return for the way his comment hurt you. Lip turned to you and raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, what first was Karen? I don’t even need to explain that one. Then Mandy. I actually really liked her. That one was your fault. Then Amanda, fucking bitch. And now Professor Runyon. Face it Lip, you have bad taste in women.” You took another drag. “And also a thing for blondes.”

Lip flicked his cigarette out as his jaw dropped. “I thought you were supposed to make me feel better.”

“Why the fuck should I have to?!” You snapped, all that anger finally bubbling over and exploding. You threw your cigarette onto the floor and stomped it out. “What ‘cause I’m the only one left? Only one you haven’t fucked so that means I haven’t gotten screwed over by the bullshit logic you use, all orchestrated by your dick?! Are you fucking kidding me Lip? Are you actually this dense? You think she would want to see you after all of this? You ruined her career her fucking livelihood. She has a family she wouldn’t choose you over them you fucking moron!” You laughed again and turned around. The sudden urge to slap him welled up inside you, but you choked it down. You were not going to be another jealous girl. Not you. Fucking no way.

Lip’s nostrils flared as he got progressively angrier at your words.

“You don’t know how she feels about me! She loves me, I-I love her!” He got in your face and you set your jaw as you stared at him.

You leaned into him and jabbed a finger into his chest. Your noses inches apart.

“Lip you love getting your dick wet. You don’t know shit about real feelings you fucking manwhore. All you’ve ever done is fuck girls over for your own agenda. And that’s all you’ll ever do. You’ll die alone because all you know is how to fuck people over and push the ones who care away.” You shoved him out of your face and stormed over to your door.

“Out.” Your voice was steady and calm, but the murderous look on your face betrayed you. Lip let out a sarcastic laugh and picked up his bag from your floor.

“Thank you for fucking nothing then!” He called as he walked out the door. You slammed it before he could start talking again. Grabbing the ashtray off your table, you opened your window, and threw it at the ground. The amber glass shattered as the cigarette stubs scattered along with it. You let out a shaky breath as you fell backwards onto your bed.

Taking a glance at the clock, you groaned. It was an hour until the hearing. You had an hour to decide what the fuck to do.

Alright fuck, let’s go over the facts. Lip is a fucking asshole who was in a relationship with a professor when both knew their relationship would end in either expulsion or loss of a job. Alright so maybe they both got off on the secrecy of it all. You ran a hand over your face and sighed. Who were you to limit who he was with? You were just a friend. And yeah you could have a say in the sense that you could pipe up at a party, make sure he doesn’t sleep with an STD riddled sorority girl. But to say he wasn’t allowed to be with the woman he was in love with? Nah. You couldn’t be the one getting in his way. You stared up at the ceiling and felt the stress physically taking a role on the space between your shoulder blades and at the bottom of your neck.

Okay so you couldn’t be mad at him for being with Professor Runyon.

You could be mad at another thing though. The most obvious things. You couldn’t be mad at him for who he loved. But you could, you could be mad at him for who he didn’t. You pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes and let out a pitiful laugh.

You could be mad that he wasn’t in love with you.

Fuck you were in love with Lip.

“What a fucking cliché.” You spat into the static air of your dorm room. The stupid girl being head over heels for the oblivious best friend. Your mouth raised in a sneer as you thought it over.

You were in love with Lip. Lip. Love. You love Lip. Your conscious was screaming these words. Over and over.

With a shake of your head as though to clear the thoughts you flung your arms out. Okay. You loved Lip, fine. But you didn’t love how he was acting.

You didn’t love this fuckboy persona he was constantly adopting. This “big dick” player Lip. The one Helene and even Amanda fell over. No, you loved the shit talking Lip, the one that takes the L train every weekend to see and help his family. The big protective Lip that holds his baby brother at three in the morning, Liam’s small body shaking from nightmares as Lip continues to annotate his paper for English. No, you were the only person who really loved Lip Gallagher, because you were the only one that really saw him. And he needed someone who truly sees him at this hearing.

You ran a hand over your face and glanced at the clock again. You still had time to make it to this fucking hearing.

In a haste you grabbed your bag, yanked on your lanyard, and booked it out the door, sprinting to the disciplinary sector of the school. You skidded to a stop as you saw Lip pacing in front of a door on the other end of the hall.

With a deep breath, you strode over to him. He looked up in surprise upon hearing you and stopped his frantic pacing. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.

“Hey you made it. Didn’t think you’d come.” Lip admitted shoving his hands into his pockets. You still wanted to slap him, but you sighed and set your bag on the metal chair sitting across from the door.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Is Youens inside?” You asked, quietly, fiddling with the lanyard around your neck. Your school ID and keys jingled softly and Lip stared at you. His expression unreadable.

You weren’t one to be shy, weren’t one to show a nervous tick so blatantly. You broke Amanda’s nose without even blinking, yelled at him not even an hour ago, and now you were being shy. Lip blinked a few times trying in vain to understand what that meant for you, what that meant for him.

He cleared his throat and kicked the ground without any real heat behind it.

“Yeah. Just nervous s’all.”

You nodded and rolled your shoulders. Lip watched as you shed away your shyness and became the fearless, trash talking, scrappy girl he knew. Watched as you shed your emotions to be what he needed from you. His heart thudded and he didn’t fucking know why.

“Fuck that. It’ll be easy.” You stepped closer to him and smiled brightly. “It’ll be fine. Professor Youens will be there with you. Just tell them whatever they want to hear. Do not loose your fucking temper. Make sure to blame it on Amanda.” You rambled smoothing the soft blue of Lip’s collar. He let out a huff of a laugh and grabbed your hands that were fidgeting all over him.

“You goin to wait out here?” He mumbled rubbing at his forehead. You sucked your teeth at him and reached up to fix the hairs he tugged down.

“Of course. You’ll get through this. We can get shit faced after, maybe I can break Amanda’s legs. It’ll be a good rest of the day.” You were grasping at straws. All you wanted was to reassure him, calm him down. Every time you spoke it seemed like you were threatening or bad mouthing Amanda, and you saw the sadness in his eyes. He was secretly hurt that she would betray him like that.

Lip nodded and with one last look at you, he walked through the door to his doom. You bit your lip and slowly sunk down on the awful metal folding chair across the hall.

All you could do now was wait.

- - -

Your leg bounced as you took a deep drag of your cigarette. You knew there was no smoking indoors, but you’d be damned if someone tried to take this one comfort away from you. It was all you fucking had left. You let the smoke fill your lungs as you exhaled and blew the white vapor into the static air of the hallway.

The clicking of heels snapped you out of your numb staring and you looked up to see Professor Runyon making her way over to you. You regarded her as you took another drag. Her expression was blank, but you could see in the set of her jaw that she was stressed. You almost smiled as she looked down at you.

“Professor,” you nodded and rested your head on the wall behind you. “I hope it all ends well. Please talk to him if you can.”

She raised an eyebrow at you and looked around nervously.

“Take care of him.” She said quietly, and with that she pushed open the door and walked inside. You blinked up at the empty space she occupied. Well what else have you been doing for the past two years? You huffed out a sarcastic laugh and adjusted your shoulders. You were in deep now weren’t you?

It felt like maybe an hour passed before your thoughts were disturbed by the door opening.

You stood up, wanting to immediately grill Lip on how it went, when instead Professor Runyon briskly walked out. Still composed and professional, but clearly running. You opened your mouth to say something, but she breezed past you, pulling on a beige coat and a scarf.

You blinked a few times and slowly sunk back into the chair before the door banged open again and Lip and Professor Youens walked out. You shot up and looked at them with wide eyes, trying to determine the verdict in their faces. Youens gave you a slight smile, but Lip was hastily tugging on his own coat and looking down the hall at the retreating Professor.

“Helene! Wait!” Lip called jogging after her, completely ignoring you as they both quickly left the building. The big glass door they walked through shining as it slammed close. You blinked a few times and looked down at your bag.

No he fucking didn’t.

You raised your eyebrows and swore openly. Cussing out that fucking bastards name. How dare he. You were the only one who gave a shit about him beside Youens and he couldn’t even look to you.

You yanked your bag and made to storm out of the hall, before Professor Youens put a hand on your shoulder. You snapped your glare to him before dimming it. Your eyes wide, staring into his soft brown ones, you felt more grounded then you did all week. Already visibly calmer he gave you a little smile.

“That boy is probably the biggest idiot I know.” He said, his calming voice washing over you. You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a huff of air.

“I kno-” you began, your anger swelling back up again for that whore you apparently loved.

“But then again so are we.” And with that he turned and left, walking the opposite way and rounding a corner. You stared after him. We’re idiots? What? You blinked a few times, staring at the empty space he used to occupy, and sat back in your pathetic little folding chair.

Youens was a college professor, granted he was a drunk who made Lip do most of his work, but he was a professor and smarter than Lip gave him credit for. And you weren’t exactly a genius, but you worked your ass off and did well, you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t keep up. Neither of you were idiots. But if you’re going off academic genius, then neither was Lip. You scrunched your nose and glanced at the glass door.

Lip was an idiot because he fucking fucked everyone who looked at him and had no class, and was angry and naïve. Didn’t understand the working world and expected rewards for everything he did. Demanded credit and fell in love with the wrong people, cared too little about people’s feelings and instead what they could do for him.

And you and Youens?

You were idiots for loving him regardless.

You sucked your teeth and crossed your arms. Fuck Youens for making you feel bad, Lip was just a hurt kid in love and he really needed someone right now. You of all people could fucking relate. You let out a sigh and glanced at the glass door again.

Guess it’s time to get this asshole and lick his fucking wounds or something. You threw your bag onto your shoulder and made your way outside.

You spotted him quickly. His tan coat and blonde hair are a pretty big tell. But the biggest, was that he was the only person standing still. Just frozen in the middle of the quad, staring off into the middle distance. You sighed again and slowly made your way to him, making as much noise as possible to not scare him. You were practically stomping before you stopped right behind him.

“Lip?” You mumbled, slowly reaching out a hand. You placed it gently on his shoulder, but he started and spun around quickly, eyes wide.

He looked, uh, you cocked your head at him slightly. He looked like his heart was ripped out of his chest and his smile was thrown away and his happiness was blended up and discarded all right in front of him. He looked absolutely devastated. You pulled your hand off his shoulder and cleared your throat. Gripping and ungripping your bag’s strap, you sighed.

“C’mon. Today’s been rough. Let’s get fuckin wasted.” You said trying to conjure up a smile. It was like Lip was a vacuum and any sense of ease and lightness was destroyed in his presence. You dropped your smile and gripped your bag again. Lip looked only marginally less miserable at the suggestion of booze.

He nodded slightly and you felt yourself returning it. It was going to be fine. You and Lip again, just getting wasted in your dorm rooms like a couple of reckless kids.

As the two of you made the trip back to Lip’s dorm, his shell shocked expression loosened. He wasn’t sad anymore, but fucking angry.

“A year! I met her husband and kid, I was over there all the time. I went on trips with her and kept her drunk ass company! I took care of her! And the only time she looked me in the eye was to tell me to fuck off! She said she was terminating all contact to them! Can you believe this shit?!” He turned to you, hands palm up in front of him, eyes wide and mouth snarled. You could only shake your head as you pushed open the door to his dorm building. You didn’t trust yourself in the slightest to get onto the anti Professor Runyon train. Your dislike for her ran deeper than the offense to the man next to you. Better to keep your mouth shut and not give anything away.

Lip kept cussing and ranting as you climbed the stairs in the cold stairwell. You just kept shaking your head and occasionally mumbling out an, “I know” or “What a bitch”. You weren’t listening. How could you, you were hurt and mad and stressed, worried, and happy all at the same time. You just wanted to get to his dorm so you could drink so much that your brain deteriorated. That’s all you wanted.

You pushed open the doors to his floor and he followed you, still throwing an impressive tantrum. You shook your head for good measure as the door slammed shut behind you.

You blinked back into focus when Lip turned suddenly. You stared at him with wide eyes and he made a lunge to open the just closed door.

“Lip! What the fuck?!” You yelled grabbing him by his sleeves and hauling him back. It doesn’t matter that you could break his arm with ease, he was fueled by pure anger and heartbreak. You didn’t stand a chance. His back was to you, his hand splayed large over the door. It creaked open slowly.

“I need her to fucking understand!” He spat and you couldn’t help the eyeroll that escaped from you. You planted your feet and tugged him harder. He inched backwards and the door slammed shut again.

“She doesn’t want to fucking talk to you!” You spat. You huffed out a frustrated breath and moved your entire body so you were next to him. Still pulling on him you looked at him with a harsh glare. His blue eyes; bright and wild, met yours and you sighed again. With a glance upwards in a silent prayer to whatever god, real or not, that resided above, you punched him swiftly in the dick.

He crumpled to the floor in an instant. His groans of pain and the crash his limp body made, echoed in the small hallway and you fucking sighed again.

You stood over him and glared at him.

“Now you’re going to fucking listen to me!” You spat watching him with a slight snear and his eyes squeezed shut in misery. “Helene cannot talk to you or she will lose her fucking job. This isn’t about you. This is about her money, her passions, her life. You will stay the fuck away from her or you will get her into even more trouble. I know you loved her, but you can get the fuck over it because it’s over. It’s done. The end!”

You finished your rant with a wave of your hands.

You took a few seconds to feel sick satisfaction at watching him in pain. For all the emotional misery he put you through in the last couple hours, it felt nice to return it ten-fold. You cocked your head to the side and finally, kneeled down next to him. He moaned in pain and coughed out pitifully.

“Alright come on. There's ice in your freezer. Let’s go.” Lip only coughed in response. You took that as the gracious “thank you” that it was and helped him hobble to his dorm room. You fumbled with his pockets, trying to find the keys.

“Left one.” He coughed out and you nodded in thanks at him. Swinging the door open you unceremoniously dumped him on his bed, opened the mini fridge, and threw a bag of ice next to him.

He sucked in a shaky breath and gingerly pressed the ice to himself. You smirked slightly and rooted around in his fridge for any alcohol you could find. You pulled out a bottle of vodka that was definitely stolen. You brought it to your mouth and bit the cap off. You spit it at him and he flipped you off in turn.

This was nice. This was normal. Just you and Lip, drinking and lounging around in your rooms. You could do this.

You pulled out another bottle and took that with you. Kicking the fridge closed, you handed him the second bottle.

He seemed to be doing better. His face no longer an alarming shade of red. His breathing evened out and he stared at the ceiling blankly. Better than in pure agony. You shrugged and leaned on his desk, staring at him.

“Are you going to tell me what the verdict was or do I have to punch you again?” You teased making him laugh.

“Yeah. Was uh, was that she terminate all contact. And I lose my job as a RA. Lose this room.” He shuffled back a little so he could prop himself up on his pillows and look at you. You nodded, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well shit. I’ll drink to that.” You said and took a long, long drink. Lip followed you and you let the horrible taste wash over you.

You didn’t talk for a while after that. Just kept taking long swigs of your drinks and taking turns staring at the floor, or staring at the ceiling.

You let out a little laugh and Lip looked at you quickly. Looking almost scandalized that you would find this funny. You couldn’t help it, the fact that her nudes got leaked was funny as hell for some reason. You clutched your drink tightly and doubled over laughing. Lip stared at you for a few seconds before his own laugh of disbelief joined you. Your twin loud laughs was the only sound in the silent room as you felt tears gathering in your eyes. Lip wasn’t far behind as his face returned to that red color.

“Oh man that’s fucking delightful!” You spit out, still laughing in pure joy. Lip shook his head and let his head fall back in laughter.

“I’m fucked.” He said as he let his own laughter die down into giggles.

You nodded with a grin and you took another sip. Absolutely fucked. The silence settled over your two again. This time it was more awkward than comfortable. You cleared your throat and moved off his desk. Lip raised an eyebrow at you and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You sat on his bed as you took another swig of the cheap vodka. It tasted like rubbing alcohol and fire, but you sucked it down the same. Lip threw his own, now empty bottle at the cushions and it bounced slightly. You smiled slightly at it. Lost in your own thoughts of the events of today. You let out a sigh before you felt the hairs on your arm prick up and you turned to Lip.

He was already staring at you, blue eyes slightly bloodshot, but looking as beautiful as ever. You felt yourself smiling at him. In awe at how much of a beautiful mess he looked. The pair of your breathings was the only thing heard as slowly, so fucking slowly he leaned into you. You sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering close, as his lips covered yours.

You were kissing Lip. You were kissing Phillip fucking Gallagher. The guy you had been trailing over, loving for so fucking long. You moved your hand up to cradle his face. His slight stubble scratching your palm. You were kissing Lip Gallagher. You pressed more into him as your mind wondered like it always did.

You were kissing him immediately right after he got fucking dumped by the woman he loves.

Your mouth turned into a snarl and you jerked back. “I’m not a fucking rebound.” You hissed pushing him off you. You heart thudded in your chest and you prayed he couldn’t hear it.

“I know, I’m just really fucked up right now.” He confessed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. You narrowed your eyes, yeah fucked up emotionally you bastard. He moved his hands and let out a puff of air. You watched him as his eyes got watery and he quickly rubbed that away too.

God he was fucking wasted.

You blinked a few times as an idea came over you. Lip was fucking wasted.

Your head pounded and you stared at him. He was trashed beyond belief. His eyes closing every few seconds and the dopey smile on his face was all you needed. He was crying a second ago and now he looked like it was his birthday. This was it. Now or never. He would never remember this in the morning.

“I’ve been in love with you for years now.” You stuttered, heart thudding as you twisted the blanket through your hands nervously. Lip bobbed his head in a clumsy nod.

“I know.” He slurred. It felt like a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, as well as an even bigger one clamped down on you and suffocated you. You sucked in a breath and fell back onto Lip’s bed. Fuck he knew. This entire time. And he had the audacity to treat you like this. Fuck him. Fuck this fucking asshole. You were bubbling up to boil over, before Lip’s arm buckled and he fell half on top of you. His mouth open and soft snores emitting. You blinked a few times up at his ceiling in shock. Body stiff as you just laid there with his unconscious body cuddling up to you.

This was the moment then. You could choose to walk out forever and no one could even blame you for doing it. Or you could stay. You could pick up the pieces and help him heal from afar. After all you’ve done that up until this point. What’s a few more years. Hell, what’s the rest of his miserable life. Your nose twitched as you traced the ceiling fan with your eyes.

You had always been the one staring out the window. Even with him. You watched him date these women and fall apart. In your own fucking life you just watched the events unfold. Never did you actually make a decision for you. You thought back to the breaking of Amanda’s nose and couldn’t help but smirk. Well every decision you did make was a violent one.

But.

Where was the getting what you wanted? Where was the heart pounding moments? Where was your own dates with the people you loved?

You made your decision.

You closed your eyes and slowly let yourself relax into the queen size bed. Whatever the outcome of this all, you were breaking the glass and stepping to the otherside. You were fucking staying. You were making your own decisions and finally living. You wanted this. So you were taking it.

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