excuse me i'm just going to go cry in a corner

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~

Also sorry but for now even if it’s a long post, I’m not going to put anything under a cut. I don’t want to risk losing any more of my stuff =.=



Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

  • Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
  • It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
  • So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
  • Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
  • But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
  • It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
  • Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
  • But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
  • So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
  • Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
  • “It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
  • For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
  • He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
  • You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you


  • It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
  • But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
  • Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
  • Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
  • He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
  • He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
  • Zen the bee is already quite dead
  • He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
  • Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
  • Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
  • But he knelt before you and…
  • Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
  • “From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
  • I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
  • Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen


  • At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
  • But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
  • One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
  • The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
  • Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
  • She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
  • Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
  • Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
  • She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
  • In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
  • You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
  • She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
  • Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
  • When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
  • But Jaehee I have two hands you know
  • She wouldn’t hear any of it though
  • “Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
  • It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 
  • Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun


  • I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
  • There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
  • I guess with money, anything really is possible
  • EXCEPT, bees
  • Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
  • But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
  • I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
  • And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
  • Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
  • Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
  • Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
  • Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
  • Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting
  • He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
  • When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
  • The guards said he was in the garden
  • As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
  • You peaked around the corner and
  • Ju MIN??!
  • This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
  • But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
  • Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
  • Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
  • Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much


  • Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
  • That’s really sad actually
  • When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
  • Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
  • So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
  • “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
  • “Ah, um, nothing!”
  • He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
  • V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
  • He froze
  • “”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
  • “It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
  • “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.
  • The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
  • See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
  • You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
  • But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
  • “What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”


This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

  • You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
  • Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
  • But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
  • And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
  • Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
  • SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
  • The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
  • “Do you need some help with that, miss?”
  • Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
  • “Honey what’s wrong?”
  • “S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
  • You felt him tense up
  • Then you felt him start to quiver
  • Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
  • Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
  • You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
  • Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
  • After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
  • “No?”
  • “Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
  • That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
  • What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.


  • You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
  • He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
  • Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
  • OUCH!
  • You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
  • Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
  • So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
  • Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
  • He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
  • Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
  • Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
  • You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
  • Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
  • Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
  • Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
  • So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
  • “It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
  • Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
  • With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
  • Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
  • A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
  • Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
  • When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
  • Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
  • Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 

anonymous asked:

Wheres 👏 my 👏 hs au👏 andreil

right here, right now, sam is gonna give u that good hs au andreil content we all need and love while sj is Slep

i implore you, for a half a second, to imagine a vacation to england with the monsters involved. neil likes to call it the motherland. two out of three californians are not prepared for the cold of england in the dead of winter.

they suffer.

these are their stories.

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anonymous asked:

Siri, imagine Aaron and Robert wanting to be intimate during a visit but being unable to. Someone sees and then Aarons attacked and Robert feels guilty about it. I wont be able to handle it.


oh god no but picture it

Robert gets the phonecall when he’s in a meeting.

He answers it because it’s usually Liv’s school. Chas’ number pops up on the screen and Robert curses inwardly. No matter how much she’s missing her brother, Liv’s acting out is starting to grate on his nerves. Robert doesn’t want to lose his temper, but he doesn’t know what else to do.

“I have to take this,” he says, looking apologetic. The couple he’s trying to schmooze into a contract don’t look best pleased, until he tells them his sister needs him. He slips off to a corner, hitting the answer button. “What is it this time?”

“Robert,” Chas says, her voice wavering, and Robert panics. His fingers tighten around the phone as Chas says, “It’s Aaron.”

Time seems to crawl to a stop, and Robert presses the palm of his hand to his eyes. “What?”

“There’s been a fight, love, and Aaron-”

“I’ll be right home.” Robert hangs up, knows Chas will kill him later, but he can’t think about that now. Thankfully he begs off the meeting, and agrees to meet up the next day, but he’s so distracted he doesn’t really know what he’s said. The trip home seems to take too long, even longer for him to actually push open the door to the pub.

Chas is there, eyes red, her hands clutching her phone. “He’s in hospital.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to meet you there,” Robert says, and then remembers; Aaron’s a prisoner, still, even in hospital. “What’s going to happen?”

“There’s a process,” Chas explains, leading Robert to the sofa. They sit down, Chas taking Robert’s hand. “Jason’s helping, seeing if he can’t help out. I promise we’ll get to see him.”

“Why was he attacked?” Robert asks, the hand on his knee is still shaking, and he clenches it into a fist.

Chas looks down at their linked hands. “Some of his cellmates found out he was gay.”

Robert’s heart skips. “He wouldn’t tell them, and we’re always so-”

Trailing off, Robert remembers his last visit; remembers taking Aaron’s hand, thumb rubbing over the skin of his thumb. It has been a fraction of a second, a blink and you miss it gesture, but someone must have seen.

“This is because of me,” Robert says, eyes wide, panic and guilt warring in his chest. “I took his hand, I was trying to help, but they must have seen.”

“Robert,” Chas says, other hand touching his face. “This isn’t you, love, this could have happened anytime.”

“But it didn’t.” Robert wrenches away from her, paces the length of the sofa. “This happened after my visit, because of what I did. This is my fault.”

Chas looks a step away from crying, her eyes red and wet. “Robert, love, I-”

Robert needs to know if Aaron’s okay, he needs to know if he’s - Robert’s ruined it, he couldn’t even stand not to touch Aaron for months, and now Aaron’s paying for it, will continue to pay for it. “I can’t go and see him again,” he says, quickly, certain. “If I stay away maybe they’ll think we’ve ended it and he’ll be safe.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Chas says, frowning. “Listen to yourself, that’ll hurt Aaron more!”

“No, Chas,” Robert shakes his head. “I’m hurting Aaron. If I stay away, he’ll be fine. Just - I need to know if he’s okay.”

Chas looks like she wants to say something else.

“Please, Chas,” Robert says, sagging a little. He just feels guilty, awful. “Can you let me know if they call back? I can’t do this, I can’t be responsible for this.”

“You’re not, love, I promise.”

“I am, though,” Robert says. “If I hadn’t touched him, they wouldn’t know.”

Chas doesn’t say anything to that, can’t, and Robert feels his stomach drop. He offers her a small smile, hopes it’s enough to persuade her he’ll be okay.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, slipping past her and up the stairs. The bedroom door - his now, not Aaron’s now - looms above him and every step feels like it’s taking forever. Robert’s heart clenches painfully. He doesn’t know how he’ll cope not seeing Aaron for months on end, but he can’t risk it, he can’t be the reason Aaron gets beaten.

He won’t be the reason.

hahaha i‘m fine

glitter-lisp  asked:

I don't know why but I'm just picturing how Shiro seducing the alien would have gone differently if Matt had been there. I mean, it probably would have gone about the same, except that Matt just. Needs a minute. He's gotta sit down. Lie down. Bury himself. Maybe cry a little. Maybe borrow some of Keith's music as he rethinks everything he thought he knew about himself and his ability to function as a human being when he can see Shiro's chest and abs and arms and FUCK.

Lance whooped, loudly enough that Matt nearly jumped out of his chair.

Covering the ear closest to him, Keith scowled.  “Ow.  You want to get any louder?”

“Is that a dare, Mullet?”

Hunk shoved an arm between them, rolling his eyes.  “Nope. We are not getting in a fight here.  That’s, like, a level of skeevy I don’t want to touch.  Play nice or go to separate corners, I don’t care which.”

Which was fair.  It was bad the best place to watch their target was a strip club.  That was strange, even if Matt didn’t find any of the dances on stage very biologically stimulating.  Nothing about that slug thing was terribly inspiring, no many scales fell off their back.

Space was weird.  But Matt already knew that.

Resting her chin on her palm, Katie eyed Lance.  “What’s got you so excited, anyway?”

Lance beamed again, forgetting the brewing fight, and gestured over.  “Shiro’s heading over.  Taking bets this time.  Think it’ll work again?”

Following Lance’s gesture, Matt spotted Shiro and froze.

First of all, skin.  Matt was not used to seeing Shiro’s skin.  At all.  But apparently for whatever it was he was planning, he’d taken off his undershirt and left his vest hanging open.

Second of all, Shiro had followed their target onto the dance floor, and was fitting in accordingly.

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Closure (M)


It was supposed to give you closure, it was supposed to be the end of your relationship with him. But the moment your gaze meets his, all of the memories flood right back to you and you’re finding yourself receiving closure in a different kind of way with Hoseok.


*breathes heavily* I finally got around to finishing this. Not gonna lie, this destroyed me. Hoseok in general destroys me, tbh. I’m dedicating this to @namsjxms because I know she’s been waiting for this. Also because I usually torture her with Jungkook and I wanted to give her some bias feels for once.

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Angst, rough sex, oral (both receiving and giving), swearing, dirty talk, possessiveness/jealousy issues.

“It’s okay to want me, ‘cause I want you.”

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anonymous asked:

Your stories are hilarious omw. Do you have any other ones to share????????

The Time I Accidentally Set Myself on Fire

(it kind of speaks for itself, but just in case…. tw for fire)

  • So in my family I’m the one who cooks
  • (Partly because I like it, partly because when I was 13 or so I said to my mum ‘I want to learn how to cook’ and she went ITS YOUR JOB NOW SUCKAAAA and ollied out of the kitchen)
  • And in our old house 
  • (‘The hell house’, we call it, not fondly)
  • that meant using the old school spark lit gas stoves.
  • Now I had been using those stoves for about seven years and had never had a problem
  • Until the day I did have a problem
  • (and in case you don’t know by now, when this stuff happens to me it freaking HAPPENS. ‘how bad do you want it to be?’ the personification of misfortune asks. ‘just fuck me up’, i reply)
  • So it’s 2012, June - which is the coldest time of year for us
  • My brother is outside playing with sticks
  • (He’s 14. He has no excuse. Sometimes he uses sticks from the enormous, carefully cultivated twig collection he kept in the backyard, and sometimes he uses foosball sticks from a set my mother bought and promised to put together but never did, and have long since rusted from my brother using them as makeshift lightsabres and then leaving them outside come rain or shine.)
  • so I go into the kitchen and start to make dinner
  • (Pork and sage ragu)
  • (I’ll never forget)
  • (It was a memorable night)
  • I get out the ingredients and the pots and frying pan
  • I’m wearing at home clothes, which includes a multicolored, fraying cotton top with sequins all over 
  • (It was actually a really nice top. The only reason it got segregated into staying at home clothes was because of a huge tear on the right side)
  • So I go to turn the gas stove on 
  • (As I have done a thousand times before)
  • And to this day I couldn’t tell you if the flames were just really high, or I was standing too close, or if it was the wind factor
  • But for whatever reason, the flame lifts and catches onto the tear in my shirt
  • Out of the corner of my eye, I see the flame is incredibly bright
  • And then I look down and think,
  • Oh.
  • I’m on fire.
  • I try to pat it out
  • Doesn’t work
  • Its been about two seconds of flame on
  • The flames have caught to the rest of my top
  • I fucking 
  • I have never in my life, before or since, screamed like that
  • So I’m not thinking much besides FUCK FUCK FUCK STOP DROP ROLL FUCK
  • but for some reason, my ON FIRE fight or flight mentality has time to register
  • i BOLT outside
  • the door is, by some goddamn miracle, open
  • I look like Denethor in return of the king
  • I’m diving for the grass when my brother, terrified, throws a bucket of water at me
  • (THE BUCKET. So we had this pipe on the outside of our house that was corroding and leaking water, and the noise was bothering my mum in a telltale heart kind of way, so she put a bucket out there to catch the water)
  • (Note: it is actually probably a really good idea for you to have a random bucket full of water sitting in your backyard)
  • So I’m half lying, soaking wet, in the grass in my backyard
  • I’m crying
  • My brother’s crying
  • My throat hurts from all the screaming
  • My heart Is thundering like crazy
  • Pretty sure I’m in shock
  • I start laughing a little manically
  • (Kind of sound like the joker)
  • Definitely in shock
  • The neighbors are shouting over the fence asking if everything is alright
  • Their pet geese are sqwaking
  • My mother opens her bathroom window and pokes her head out
  • ‘What is it?!? Is it a snake?!?!’
  • 'A sNAKE?’ I say, still laughing a little, because really now. We live in Australia, yes, but it’s the goddamn suburbs, everyone knows snakes stick to empty lots and fields
  • So the shock is wearing off and I’m still soaking wet, and my mother is outside now telling the neighbors we’re okay, even though my brother is still crying and I’m deep fried extra crispy
  • She’s telling me to get off the grass
  • I don’t want to get off the grass
  • She wants to have a look
  • I don’t want her to have a look
  • 'you have to get up now okay’
  • I get up 
  • It’s dark out so we go inside and as soon as my mum sees my side she says ‘wee have to go to the hospital’
  • there are a lot of things I’ll do
  • But I fucking hate
  • The 
  • God
  • Damn
  • Hospital

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First Rec Day of 2017

You know, Rec Day’s supposed to be about artists as well as fic writers! So I figured I’d dedicate this first rec day to giving some shoutouts to some of the best damn artists in fandom! Incomplete list of course, but I’ll try to get better about putting them in my normal fic rec posts as well!


Like oh god do I adore gyptym’s art. it’s always just so freaking striking; I love the style and the colors and the subject matter pretty much always manages to cater exactly to what I want to see and I adore it. 

  • tfw you find out you are just a memory of your boss’s dead wife (I LOVE THEIR TEX OKAY AND THIS COMIC IS JUST A PUNCH TO THE FUCKING GUT BECAUSE TEEEEEEX.)
  • roses are red n violets are blu (Red Team and Blue Team all together! It’s so perfect and the colors are gorgeous and the lighting is freaking amazing so just join me in staring at this forever) 


if you like suffering and pretty things, then Saro’s art is for you. And since I love both of these, I can safely call myself a fan.

Three pieces:

  • “we’re the good guys, right?” (I LOOOVE Saro’s York so much and haha, my favorite York line, hello my name is Steph and I love to CRY)
  • lighter, heavier (it’s so painful but in such a quiet way and it’s like a stab right in the heart. Yoooork.)


I realize everyone and their grandmother in this fandom probably is aware of papanorth and her amazing art but I could happily scream about papanorth all freaking day so why not. 


This shocks absolutely no one, but damn it I’m going to shove even more of Becky’s art at everyone forever. The lines! The colors! The faces! The lighting! 


  • Talking about their S.O.s in a dive bar while Connie and Delta do the nerd-work. (From Becky’s fantastic Law vs Order AU, it’s an obligatory rec for me because YORK!! AND TEX!! BEING DOOFY FRIENDS! Also the background here is freaking gorgeous and the expressions are absolutely perfect I adore it.) 
  • Facetious Zeus official art (Everything about this is painful but perfect, from the colors to the text to Tucker’s expression. Becky’s Tucker is just a gift and there were like five pictures of him open in my browser before I decided to go with this one.) 
  • Proud of Tucker (this one is like a fucking movie. the lighting is so striking and Wash looks so oddly but perfectly relaxed and proud and everything about it is so perfect. I can stare at this one all day.) 

@shooshopath​ (art blog @adobewanphotobi​)

AILEEN WAS THE LIGHT OF LAST SEMESTER FOR ME, AND HER ART IS A FREAKING GIFT TO THIS FANDOM. Her facecanons are great and her concepts are always so freaking beautiful that it makes me grin so much everytime I see her stuff.


@ueeyasu (art blog @artofuee

Holy shit I always love seeing Uee’s art? I love her take on armor and the colors and lines are always so great! 

Three pieces: 

I’ll Protect You

hello! just wanted to stay that we all understand you’re busy, and there is no rush on the imagines! take as long as you need, I realize you have more important things to do haha. anyway, could you do a George Weasley one-shot where the reader is dating Draco and he tries to pressure her into doing stuff, but George stops it and beats up Draco a little, and in the end the reader and George end up together? Thank you xx

Hi! I was wondering If I could request an imagine where the reader is a slytherin dating draco, but she realizes she has feelings for George??

  • Warnings: some rude language
  • Y/f/n = your friend’s name
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“So how hard do you think the History of Magic exam will be?” George, my best friend, and I walked down the hallway nervously, our test being next hour.

“I don’t know, but the last one was ridiculously hard, so maybe he’ll give us a break.” I ran my finger along the strap of my bag, trying to calm my shaking hands. I was known to be a very high-strung and nervous person, and a lot of things tended to shake me up. 

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

“I want to see you at the Potions dungeon at midnight tonight, y/n.” Draco spun me around in the hallway and planted a quick, rough kiss on my lips. Smiling, I looked up into his smirking face and asked, “Why do you want me there?”

“Don’t ask, just come.” Draco let go on my hand and disappeared into the crowd. I looked over at George to see that he was wearing the same confused look that I was wearing, and shrugging, we continued on to our next classes.

I didn’t see Draco at all for the rest of the day. He wasn’t even at dinner, which was surprising, because even though it didn’t look like he ate much, Draco would never miss a meal.

I was laying in bed now, having finished all my homework for the day. I lifted my head slightly to look at the tiny clock on my bedside table, and it read 9:58. Sighing, I rolled away from it and wiped my sweating hands on my pants. I didn’t know why, but I was getting extremely nervous about meeting Draco in the Potions room.

Draco and I did a lot of things like this, sneaking off to an empty classroom in the middle of the night just to be together. He wasn’t much for PDA, so the kiss this morning in the hallway came as a surprise.

“Y/n, you can’t stay in your bed forever.” Y/f/n came and sat down at the foot of my bed, tugging at me to try and get me up.

“Just until I have to leave.”

“Y/n, seriously? You have nothing to be nervous about! Don’t you and Draco always do this?”

I sighed again and pushed myself up to a sitting position.

“I’m not nervous.” Y/f/n rolled her eyes at me and got up from the bed and opened the door to leave.

“We have cookies downstairs so come down if you want some before we eat them.”

I shot up and ran out of the room, my mouth watering for cookies. Y/f/n was right. There was no reason I should be nervous. Right?

It was now midnight, and I was headed down to the dungeons. I tried to calm my shaky breaths as I crept through the darkness. Once I reached the big set of doors, I creaked them open to find Draco sitting on one of the tables, his blonde hair illuminated by the moonlight.

“Draco?” I stepped into the room and whispered. He whipped around and forced a grin onto his face.

“Y/n!” Draco walked over to me and hugged me tight, giving me a kiss on my head. I wrapped my arms around him and we stayed like that for a long time.

“Is something wrong?” I asked after a long pause. Suddenly, Draco pulled away and sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“I actually have to tell you something.”

“Okay…” I stepped back as he started to roll up his sleeve. When I saw what he was trying to show me, I felt myself going pale. On his forearm was the Dark Mark, branded into his skin. My mouth opened and closed, and fear filled my entire being.

I started stepping backwards away from Draco, not knowing what to say.

“Y/n, wait!” I whipped around and stumbled into a chair, knocking it over with a thump.

Draco’s hand wrapped around my arm, and I froze.

“Y/n, please. I can explain this later, but there’s one more thing.”

“There’s more?” I whimpered, shrinking back as Draco brought his other hand up to try and soothe me.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to become a Death Eater too.”

“I… I… no! No! I’m sorry, Draco, but no.” I stammered out, avoiding Draco’s eyes. His grip on me tightened and I flinched.

“Y/n, you HAVE to. You have no choice.”

Suddenly, anger flared up inside of me and glaring at him, I yanked my arm away from Draco.

“Excuse me, but YOU don’t get to tell ME what to do!” I was so mad that what was meant to be a whisper came out as a hoarse yell. Draco’s eyes swiveled to the door as my shout echoed in the halls, and he clamped his hand over my mouth.
“You don’t understand, y/n! The Dark Lord is forcing me to recruit more Hogwarts students, and you’re an amazing witch so you would make a great Death Eater!” I struggled to break free from Draco’s grip, when suddenly, the doors to the room flew open.

We both froze in a tangles position, and thoughts like “Holy shit I’m going to be expelled” and “Who is that?” ran through my head. When my eyes adjusted to the dark silhouettes in the doorway, I saw, to my relief, that it was only George.

He stormed over to where Draco and I were standing, and his long arms came up to rip Draco’s hands off of me.
“What’s going on?” He stood back and surveyed the two of us, and went to rest on Draco’s Dark Mark, which was still showing. When Draco saw that his sleeves were still rolled up, he hurried to pull them down but it was too late. A strangled gasp left George’s mouth and he scrambled to pull me away from Draco.

“What the BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO Y/N? GET AWAY FROM HER YOU NASTY, FOUL, DANGEROUS–” I placed my hand on George’s chest to quiet him.

“George, it’s… it’s alright.” I tried to calm my voice, but the fear refused to leave it.

“No, it’s not alright! He was trying to get you into becoming a Death Eater, wasn’t he? Or did he hurt you? Are you alright?” Flashes of anger, confusion, then fear shot through George’s eyes, until finally, they came to rest on me, and he reached forward, inspecting my face for any injuries.

“George, I’m not hurt. But… I think we should get away from here.”

George nodded and took my hand in his to lead me out. I looked back at Draco, who had stayed surprisingly silent during the entire thing. He was wearing a sad, frustrated look on his face, but he didn’t make a move to come after me. I thought, “I’ll deal with him later.” then turned around and leave Draco standing in the room alone.
George’s soft footsteps padded through the halls, and I trailed behind him.
“What was Draco doing to you back there?” George broke the silence and glanced back at me.

“Remember how he told me to meet him in the classroom at midnight?” George nodded.

“He wanted me to meet him because he wanted to make me become a Death Eater.” George’s shoulders tensed and he muttered under his breath.

“That bastard. So why was he… attacking you?”

“When I said no, he tried to force me and then I got mad and I started yelling, so he was trying to make me shut up.”

“That jackass… I’m going to kill him one day. He’s going to pay for what he–”

“George, I don’t think killing is necessary. It’s all over now, right?” I tried to calm him down again, and he stopped talking, but his ears continued getting redder and redder. I fell back again and we stopped talking for a while.

“So how did you find me?” I caught up with George again and he stopped, looking over at me and smiling.

“Fred and I were about to pull a prank on Filch and we separated, so I was running through the halls when I heard yours and Draco’s voices so I went towards you, and… that happened.” George’s voice faded as he was probably remembering the Dark Mark on Draco’s forearm.

I lightly touched his arm to make sure he was okay. At first, he flinched at my touch, but then quickly recovered and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I leaned in, breathing in his scent, and we continued on.

When we reached my house tower, we both stopped at stared at the doors in front of us.

“Thanks for walking me back, George.” An overwhelming feeling of gratitude and love towards him suddenly welled up and I couldn’t stop myself from throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a hug. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as George adjusted to my height.

“Ouch! Y/n– hey, y/n, what’s wrong?” I started crying into the shoulder of his sweater, not able to stop myself.

“I don’t– I don’t know! It’s just that– that– I’m so scared that You-Know-Who is going to– to hurt us and everyone here!” I felt George’s hand soothingly rubbing my back.

“It’s alright, y/n. We’ll stick together through it okay? I’ll try my best to protect you. I promise.”

George pulled his face back from me to look at me. I nodded and swallowed, taking deep breaths to steady myself. I looked into George’s soft, warm eyes, which were gazing into mine, and I found myself getting closer and closer to them until finally, the space between us was no more, our eyes were closed, and our lips were touching.
The fear of being caught by Filch, the fear of classes, and even the fear of Voldemort and the Death Eaters washed away as I was wrapped in George’s protective love. For that moment, I didn’t doubt for one second that I would be safe.

Now imagine this:

Draco thinking about Hermione all the time, and he has no idea why. Then he’s talking about her with some of his Slytherin friends like “that stupid Mudblood think she’s so clever” and stuff like that, and then one of them says something like “You talk about that Granger girl all the time Malfoy, are you in love with her or something?” And then everybody just laugh cause it’s obviously a joke. But Draco keeps thinking about Hermione and what the Slytherin boy said and then he slowly begin to realize he is in love with her. He try to avoid the thought of it, push it away, but he usually find himself heading towards the library just to check if she’s there. To see her face, and hear her voice.

This goes on for a while, until Hermione finds out Ron is cheating on her (or some shit), and she sits in the library, crying, thinking she’s alone. Draco see her crying and starts panicking. There’s nothing he wants to do more than to comfort her but he knows she hates him, so he doesn’t want to make her more uncomfortable. Instead he gets some chocolate and write a little note saying “Eat this beautiful. It’ll make you feel better. -D” (or something cute idk). Then he sneaks it into her bag (or something) and then leave before she see him.
He keeps leaving small messages and presents for her, and he watch her get happier and happier. In the meanwhile she’s trying to figure out who her “secret admirer” are.

Then someday she catch him in the act. She’s totally speechless at first, then she ask if it’s a joke, while Draco just stand there deciding whether to lie and say it’s a joke or tell the truth. He decide to say it’s a joke. He doesn’t want to risk the embarrassment, that she doesn’t like him back. But she’s still on his mind 24/7

Hermione can’t stop thinking about Draco either. Was it really a joke? He doesn’t looked like he was making fun of her. And why bother so much with a simple prank. Besides Draco doesn’t seem like the biggest prankster. All of those thoughts go through her head.

One night, they’re both in the library, alone. Draco notice Hermione first, but he just ignore her. After a little while, she notice him too, but she also ignore him. But she can’t hold her thoughts on anymore so she walks over and stands in front of him, and ask: “Why did you do it?” He doesn’t look up from his book. He just say: “Do what?” “Left me the messages and everything” “I told you, it was a joke. I was trying to embarrass you” “aren’t you the one who’s being embarrassed?” “I didn’t say it was a good joke”. Then he finally looks up. They look at each other for a little while, then she leans forward and presses her lips against his.

If anybody who’s actually good at writing fanfiction (unlike me) wants to write this, just longer or in a better way, please inform me because I REALLY REALLY WANT TO READ IT. Also sorry for all the spelling/grammatical mistakes. It’s almost 1am and I’m a liiitle tired
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just go lay in the corner, and maybe die a little. Or a lot

My Reaction to Cursed Child
  • *scorbus is SUPER evident throughout the entire book*
  • Scorpius at the very end of the book: I ASKED OUT ROSE!!!! I LOVE HER SOOOOO MUCH
  • Me: ex- excuse me????
  • *puts down book*
  • Me: *inhales deeply* I cannOT BELIEVE
I’m sorry- Liam Dunbar Imagine

Originally posted by bobs-morley

Request: Can you do and imagine where Liam keeps ditching you for the pack (you don’t know about the supernatural) and he forgets your anniversary (of 1-2 yrs) and so you break up with him? (They get back together at the end tho😁) thanks!

Pairing: Reader x Liam Dunbar

Word Count: 1108

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Thanks for requesting love, hope you like what I came up with :)

2 hours. That’s how long you had waited for him to show up. At first you tought that he was just late, that he would be there any second. You tried to call him but he didn’t pick up any of your calls. It was your 1 year anniversary and the two of you were supposed to celebrate. You had dressed in your favorite blue dress, and spent hours doing your hair and your nails just to make the night extra special. Liam had told you he’d meet you at the restaurant. But he never showed up. And you were starting to worry.

Liam had been distant recently, something about him made you think something was wrong. He behaved diffrently, like he was hiding something from you. You were getting tired of it. All those dates he canceled because he was busy. You had seen him hanging out with Scott Mccall and his friends, but didn’t think that much about it. He was allowed to have other friends. What if he was going out with someone else, behind your back? After all, you had seen him hang out with Hayden, which was odd since the two of them used to hate eachother. 

You sighed as you  took a sip of your water, looking around the pretty empty restaurant. A couple in the corner caught your eye. A boy and a girl were holding hands and laughing. You quickly looked away, feeling sick. Where was Liam? You were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice the waitress standing next to you. 

“He’s not showing up?” She asked as she took a seat on the oppsite chair. You slowly shook your head. 

“I guess I’m not that important anymore” you mumbled, looking down at your dress. The color was beautiful, you remember that Liam had helped you pick out the dress. But that was a long time ago, when you still mattered to him.

 "Don’t say that, honey. I’m sure he’s on his way" You just shook your head. 

“Thanks but I think I’m going home. Have a nice evening” You said as you stood up and left, the giggles from the couple in the corner playing in your mind. 

As you were walking towards your car, you saw Liam running towards you, a red rose in his hand. 

“Y/N where are you going? Please I can explain!” He called, but you chose to ignore him. “Y/N!” he ran up to you and grabbed you by the wrist, causing you to turn around, your face twisted with anger. 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you to show up, huh. Where the hell where you?” Liam cringed at your harsh words. 

“I’m sorry, I got caught up-" 

"Caught up in what Liam?! What’s so important that you leave your girlfriend waiting at a restaurant for 2 hours?! We were supposed to celebrate!" 

"I know and I’m sorry-" 

"You were with her weren’t you?” you said, tears forming in your eyes, your voice getting lower. 


"Hayden of course! Don’t lie to me, I’ve seen you at school." 

"I wasn’t with Hayden! And I’m not cheating on you!” Liam roared. 

“I can’t do this anymore” You whispered, letting the tears stream down your face. “I can’t handle all of these lies and excuses anymore, I’m sorry Liam but we’re done.” You said before shaking your head. “It’s over” And then you got in the car and left him standing by himself in the empty parkinlot.

“Y/N please open up!” Your bestfriend knocked furiously on your door, her voice filled with worry and although you couldn’t see her, you knew that she was frowning. “Just let me in, please.” You wiped a few tears away before you slowly made your way out of bed, wrapped in a blanket. Once you opened the door, she rushed in and embraced you in a tight hug. “Don’t cry” she mumbled as you began to sob again. “Let’s watch some movies and eat some ice cream, yeah? And then you can tell me what happened” She said and led you back towards the bed before she walked off to find the ice cream. 

“He keeps on ditching me and I don’t know what to do” You told her as the movie began. 

“Did the two of you talk at all? Or did you just shout?" 

"We were pretty upset” You spoke, biting your lip. 

“Y/N you have to talk to him about it, what if he had good reasons?" 

"Good reasons? He left me on our anniversary” Your bestfriend sighed. 

“Look, I understand that you’re upset but I know Liam and I know how much the two of you like eachother. He wouldn’t have done that if it wasn’t for something else coming in the way. Can’t you at least talk to him? It pains me to see you this sad." 

"Y/N” Liam was surprised to find you on his doorstep this late at night. 

“Hi” You said softly, looking down at your shoes. “Look I’m sorry for running off the other night” Liam gave you a weak smile.  

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I was 2 hours late to our dinner”

“Why exactly were you late?” You asked, the two of you taking a seat on the steps.

“I was with Scott and the others” He mumbled.  

“Oh” You said, relieved that Hayden wasn’t a part of the picture. 

“Look Y/N there’s some things that I haven’t told you, and I don’t know if I can right now but just believe me when I say that I never wanted for this to happen. I love you so much and I can’t even imagine a world without you by my side. I promise I’ll tell you everything if you just give me a second chance” You looked into his sparkling blue eyes. 

“It’s not that easy Liam” You said while looking away from him.

“It could be.” He answered looking up at the sky.  

Honestly you hated fighting with him and wanted nothing more than to forgive him. But his actions had hurt you and you didn’t want to go through that again. 

“Please just tell me what to do” Liam begged.

“I’m just afraid it will happen again” You replied softly.

“I promise it won’t. Just tell me what to do to make it up to you”

“You could start by taking me out to dinner tomorrow. Maybe tell me about those things that you’ve been hiding from me." 

"That sounds like a good idea” Liam grinned and took your hand in his.


Length: this chapter has 1301 words

A SnowBaz fic.

An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz. 

Written for a prompt from @basiltxnpitch told ya I would do it :P

Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there is swearing. if you are advers to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).

A/N: This is the first fic I have ever posted anywhere, and for a publshed author i am extremely self-consious about my writing. Please be kind and bear in mind that I’ve never done this before. Enjoy! Later chapters posted when I’ve written them.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]  [Chapter 7]  [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]  [Chapter 12]  [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14]  [Chapter 15]   [Chapter 16]  [Chapter 17]  [Chapter 18]  [Chapter 19]  [Chapter 20]


Chapter One: Simon

I strode through the streets of London, as lost as a bloody curtain in a rug shop. I’d thought Penny said left, left, right, but apparently she had said something else. Or maybe I had missed a turn. I don’t know. To make matters worse, I had left my phone… somewhere. Maybe at home. Dunno. But I was getting flustered, and frustrated, and I couldn’t find the damn bookshop that Penny was working at.

Crowley, where is it?

I crossed another road, and just as I was stepping up onto the curb a red convertible sped by, almost hitting me.

“Slow the fuck down you fucking idiot!” I shouted, but the car was already turning the next corner. A few people were shooting me strange looks. A woman wearing an olive green pantsuit with a dyed blonde bob cut and crow’s-feet approached me, a snide sneer on her face. I rolled my eyes inwardly and sighed quietly.

“You really should watch your language young man. That is an inappropriate way to –”

Fuck off.” I growled.

She stepped back, shocked, as I pushed past her and scanned the streets, looking for any sign of the Let Nothing Separate Us Bookshop.

“I beg your pardon?”

“That prick nearly ran me over, I’m allowed to swear.”

The woman spluttered and reached out for my arm, but I pulled away from her catlike nails and jogged along the pavement.

Right, I thought, that’s it. I’m done. Time to ask for directions.

I wasn’t against asking for directions, I didn’t feel like I was above it or anything stupid, I just preferred to try and sort things out my way first. (It rarely panned out that way.)

I turned to my right into a tall building. I didn’t read the sign on the door; it was in an area full of shops and such, so it had to be something like that. I knew that at least I wasn’t walking into someone’s house. (I had done that before.) (A few times.)

There was a marble desk on the wooden floor, but nobody was attending it. I checked out a business card on the desk: Beat’s School of Dance.

Of course I had wandered into a dance school. I didn’t have anything against dance, but I was hoping against hope that nobody I knew had seen me come in here, especially nobody I knew from Watford. I could just imagine someone like Dev, or Niall or Baz seeing me come in here, and spreading it around all our old schoolmates: Simon Snow does ballet! The Greatest Mage, the guy who saved the world, the guy who used to date Agatha Wellbelove, dancing!

That would be embarrassing. But I was here now, so I figured I would be best to find someone to ask for directions, then get out of there. I jogged up a narrow staircase lightly, and followed my ears towards a room overflowing with ballet-type music. I peered in through a window, expecting to see a bunch of kids leaning on a bar. Instead, it appeared to be an adult’s class. That didn’t bother me either, I just didn’t expect it.

I was about to go in and ask the instructor for some directions, but then I stopped. The class was full of probably nineteen women and one man, who I had briefly mistaken for a woman. His hair was tied up in a tight ponytail, and he was quite slender and graceful, which is what led me to believe he was a woman. But then the dancers all stopped dancing and he stood up straight, and I saw some recognisable traits.

He was a man, definitely. Despite being relatively slender, he was still a little bit broader than your average female ballerina, and his arms were bulging with muscles. (I mean, imagine how much strength it would take to be a male ballerina. They get all the lifting parts, where they’ve got to support a woman on one hand and tiptoe across a stage. It’s almost scary how strong they would have to be.)

And then I saw his face. (Don’t sing I’m a Believer. Don’t do it.)(Fairly strong love spell.)(Well, it makes you confess your love, anyway. It only works if you’re already in love.)

His long black hair was doused with sweat, loose strands sticking to his face. His pointy, regal (slightly crooked) nose. Blue-grey eyes like the ocean after a storm. And he was three inches taller than me.

Baz. Basil. Basilton.

Tyrannus Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch.

The guy who made my life hell for the entire time I was at Watford. The vampire who tried to kill me too many times to count.

Doing ballet.

Baz Pitch does ballet and he looks graceful as fuck, damn the pompous prick. He would manage to look graceful falling off a fucking cliff.

He was wearing black tights that didn’t leave much to the imagination (oh Crowley, Simon, look away!), and a loose-fitting black shirt. Even his ballet shoes were black. The guy was basically darkness incarnate, and here he was doing ballet.

It was almost enough to make a grown man cry. (I giggled instead. Try telling me you wouldn’t.)

He was stretching his arms up above his head, joking with one of the women, and his shirt lifted up slightly, exposing his belly. Holy shit he’s ripped. Was he like that when we shared a room? 

It was almost entrancing to watch him drift around, grinning at people, laughing softly. It was like another world.

Then the instructor saw me peering in through the window and bounded lightly over to the door.


She opened the door.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit sh-

She beckoned me inside without a word.


I followed her sombrely into the studio, eyes on the floor.

“It seems we have a new recruit!” she announced to the class, auburn ponytail forming a dead straight line down to her shoulder blades. Damn, even her hair was disciplined.

“No,” I insisted, “I was just-”

“Staring into a room full of women in skin-tight clothes?” She asked sternly.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks. “No I wasn’t watching them, I just-”

“Oh, so you were watching Basil? Watching a man in skin-tight clothes is as poor an excuse as watching women.”

I could feel Baz’s eyes burning into the side of my head, but I didn’t dare look. Oh, it would be fucking glorious to be able to bask in the joy of having this over his head, but I was blushing far too furiously to even consider smirking at him to be a viable option.

“No, I wasn’t doing that either I was just-”

“Looking for directions?” She asked, giving me a sharp look.

“Yes!” I insisted.

“And you thought you were going to find them by peering in the window did you?”

No. I was staring at Baz, but only because this is so weird.

“No, of course not, but the dancing and interactions of the dancers were so entrancing, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

She raised an appraising eyebrow, but I was certain she didn’t believe me.

“Right. Well, if you want directions from here you will wait until the end of class. You can either join in or sit in the lobby. Or you can leave, and find them somewhere else. Your choice.”
I’ll go. I’ll leave. I need to find Penny’s bookshop.

I felt Baz’s eyes as hot as flames on the side of my head.

I should go. I thought.

“I’ll stay.” I said. “I’ll learn how to dance.”

I glanced at Baz out of the corner of my eye and it looked like he was going to burst into flames.

Oh yeah, this would be worth it.

windsorgirllove  asked:

For the couple ask meme, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Martial Arcs


Based on this post:

who’s the cuddler:
Jaune. Ren’s more of an introvert, but Jaune craves physical affection and will dive onto the bed when Ren is lying on it and wrap his arms around his waist and snuggle up to him. If Ren’s up for it, he’ll scratch Jaune’s head lightly or cuddle up to him, but if he’s not, Jaune will (very respectfully) go mope in the corner with a stuffed animal and read his comics or something. When Ren is feeling very relaxed and loose – which happens more around Jaune than it does around other people – they’ll both cuddle each other. Jaune loves when he gets to hold Ren close to him and stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head. Jaune just loves touching Ren’s hair. Jaune just loves Ren. (Look they just love each other a lot, okay?)

(and sometimes they’ll just lie on the bed looking at each other with their foreheads gently resting together and yes, Jaune will stroke Ren’s hair then, too)

who makes the bed:
Oh, Ren, for sure. Jaune doesn’t mind at all (he likes climbing into a freshly made bed), he just… doesn’t think of it himself.

who wakes up first:
Jaune. Ren is not a morning person, and he needs, like, five alarms and two cups of coffee to wake up. Jaune’s not a morning person either, but he’s so used to dragging himself through life that dragging himself out of bed in the morning is hardly that much more of a challenge.

who has the weird taste in music:
They both think each other’s taste in music is weird. Jaune listens to alt rock and whatever Remnant’s equivalents of All American Rejects / Green Day / Vertical Horizon are, while Ren really likes instrumental pieces, usually of a musical style equivalent to Chinese music in our world (something sort of like this). They both theoretically get the appeal, but if it weren’t for their love for each other they would never be able to sit through an entire piece of the other’s choosing. Ren doesn’t connect to songs through lyrics the way Jaune does, and Jaune just gets fucking bored with long, built-to-be-beautiful music. The closer they get though, the more they begin to vividly hear each other when they listen to each other’s music choices, and the more they grow to appreciate them as a result. Jaune may or may not have an orchestral piece or two downloaded on his scroll to listen to to help him fall asleep when he and Ren can’t be togethre for an extended period of time, and Ren may or may not have also downloaded Jaune’s top played songs to try to understand what the heck is going on in his boyfriend’s head when he goes and does That Stupid Thing (no not /that/ stupid thing, That Other stupid thing. No, not that one either).

Bonus: Ren finds something a little like this in Jaune’s music library, downloaded before they started dating. When Ren asks about it (since it’s so out of character for Jaune), Jaune just shrugs and flushes and says, “It reminded me of you.” Because Jaune’s a fucking sap.

Bonus 2: Jaune also really likes Fucking Epic Film Soundtracks (think Dark Knight Rises) and Ren has a soft spot for Epic Celtic-Equivalent Music (maybe something a little like this, except without the sound effects of actual battle in it), and these are both things they can come to an enthusiastic consensus on.

who is more protective:
They’re both super super protective. Have you seen this comic? Yeah, it’s like that.

who sings in the shower:
Both of them. Jaune does it pretty loudly, usually along to some of his aforementioned alt rock songs, and he isn’t very good, and Ren sighs and puts his hand over his ears because he loves this boy dangit and he will put up with this. Ren sings low and quiet but it’s actually really nice, and Jaune tends to shift closer to the bathroom door and just casually lean his head as close to it as he possibly can without being weird because Ren never sings elsewhere and Jaune loves it.

who cries during movies:
Ren tears up during the saddest parts of movies but he’s really good about not letting them turn into full on roll-down-his-cheeks tears, except sometimes he’s not so good at it and Jaune has to dry them off. They’re always silent, though – Ren’s not a sobber, not about stuff that isn’t real life.

Jaune doesn’t cry during movie, he just gets really angry when the movie does things that are Unacceptable, like killing off a main character, or a dog. He always yells at the screen when the dog dies. 

(“Jaune, the dog always dies,” Ren reminds him.
“That’s no excuse!” Jaune says. “They should dare to be different. Why are we even watching this movie, anyway?”
“You’re the one who picked it out.”
“Well, I’m an idiot, why’d you let me do that?”)

who spends the most while out shopping:
Jaune. Ren grew up without parents, fending for both himself and his best friend, so he’s got less money to begin with and knows how to shop on a budget. Jaune’s easing his way into independence with pocket change from his parents, and while it’s not a lot (raising eight kids means they do have to be economical) it’s more than Ren’s got. Jaune also always tosses treats like candy and hot chocolate into the cart, while Ren is more of a healthy eater (a health nut, Jaune would say. Ren would struggle through a protest, because it sounds like the kind of thing he should protest to, but at the same time Jaune’s not exactly wrong.)

who kisses more roughly:
Jaune. Oh god, Jaune. (But Ren does not mind. He does not mind at all.)

who is more dominant:
It depends. When it comes to interpersonal stuff, the Jaune-as-team-leader dynamic runs in the DNA of them getting to know each other better, since it didn’t really start happening until after Jaune was more of an effective leader anyway, so there’s an echo of that. At the same time, they also both know and acknowledge that Jaune would be a complete mess without his friends and boyfriend emotionally supporting him, so it kind of gets balanced out. All it really means is that sometimes Jaune will automatically Tell Ren What To Do instead of Asking Him To Do Something, but the moment he realizes he’s done it, he’ll apologize and rephrase the request, and if it’s not that big a deal, Ren will do the thing anyway. Neither of them really sets the pace for the relationship – they just kind of stumble through it together and figure out what they’re okay with and not okay with when they hit a wall. They’ve had a couple of pretty bad bumps because of this, but they’ve worked hard to get through them and they’ve realized that most of them come from bad communication (because Jaune is stubborn as a mule, and Ren is very reserved and… also pretty stubborn, tbh).

When it comes to the eyebrow-waggly stuff, they’re both kind of awkward and hesitant at first so it really depends on the situation. Usually Jaune is the one who will end up clambering into Ren’s lap just to get that one kiss more, and he tends to be the hungrier one in general (I headcanon Ren as being ace-spectrum, and Jaune… definitely not), but every once in a while, Ren gets it into his head that he’s gonna pin his boyfriend down on the bed and kiss him like he really deserves to be kissed – i.e., exhaustively. Jaune has exactly zero problems with this. He always kind of gets a thrill out of watching Ren take control – it’s a gorgeous image.

my rating of the ship from 1-10:
This is a good one. I’ll give it a 9. I don’t know what a 9 means. Let them live their fictional lives free of a ratings system!

What did you just say?
  • Yoongi: dude I can't wait to see what bitches we can pull tonite
  • Namjoon: what bitches
  • Jungkook: i know that word
  • Jimin: what does it mean then
  • Jungkook: it means a female dog. but hyung why would you want to pull a dog that's animal abuse
  • Hoseok: no, hitting Yoongi is animal abuse
  • Yoongi: lmao says the horse looking face
  • Hoseok: you can sma
  • Yoongi: only if you do that to me first
  • Namjoon: ^stop fighting couples like both of u need to stop
  • Hoseok: who tf said we were a couple Namshit
  • Namjoon: fuck u assface you can go make out with your boyfriend yoongi
  • Hoseok: sorry i don't speak idiot what did u just say hmmmmmmmm
  • Taehyung: wait what did yoongi hyung mention a while ago
  • Jungkook: he said he was gonna pull some female dogs which isn't nice at all
  • Yoongi: lol what beauty
  • Jungkook: Jin hyung, Yoongi hyung said that he was gonna pull some bitches tonight
  • Yoongi: he thinks I'm talking about female dogs
  • Jungkook: says who
  • Yoongi: you ya lil butt
  • Jungkook: first of all i'm not a butt
  • Yoongi: ok and?
  • Jungkook: and do u really think i'm stupid enough to think what bitch really means ik you're going to the club tonight
  • Yoongi: say that one more time and I will kick ur lil butt all the way home
  • Namjoon: this is deep
  • Jungkook: excuse me & why r u pulling bitches if you're one
  • Yoongi: ......
  • Taehyung: that's a hella burn right there omfg
  • Hoseok: i knew i should've recorded this
  • Namjoon: i taught him well omg there's tears coming out of my eyes
  • Jin: Okay Jungkook stop saying that or else you'll get grounded
  • Jungkook: tell that to the little butt in the corner crying bc of how roasted he is
  • ©cutiebangtan

Title: Fateswap

Chapter: 1. Tragedy

Relationship: Kaneki/Hide

Rating: Teen and up 

Word Count: 2654

Warnings: Nothing too graphic yet

Beta’d by kanekibot, you’re so wonderful, ily <2

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Requested:Can you do a blurb where calum cheats on y/n and she sees it

Calum has been in and out of the studio all week working with other artist and just writing. Since he left this morning without telling you, you got a hold of Luke and asked him if he wanted to hang out and get some coffee. You grabbed your keys and purse and headed out the door to go meet Luke. Pulling up to the café Luke stood there wearing his famous all black outfit with a SnapBack leaning against the building. Getting out you shoved your keys into your purse and got out.

“Luke, before we go in can I ask you something?” He nodded “Has Calum really been in the studio?” Luke’s eyes widened and he raised his eye brows. “Well id assume so he doesn’t lie to you.” Your nerves calmed down a bit and you shook your head and followed Luke into the cafe.

You two ordered your drinks and took a seat at the table near the biggest window, giving you a clear view of all the little shops across the street. “Is that why you wanted to see me? To talk about calum?” He asked he didn’t seem irritated just more of wanting answers like you. “No, I wanted to see you we haven’t talked much since you started dating you know…but Calum has also been odd lately he’s been leaving at 6am and not coming home until 2am.” Luke leaned back and crossed his arms. “So do you know anything?” He shook his head, “Calum does a lot of private writing sessions with other bands, it’s his thing but I wouldn’t worry.” The lash brought over your guys drinks and you two thanked her and continued talking. You asked him about life, and how works has been going. You talked about his family, and Luke went on and on about some stupid thing Brian and Mitchy did the other night when drunk. Taking another sip you looked out the window and saw Calum walk out of a shop across the street, pulling out a cigarette bringing it to his lips to light it. A smile formed on your lips as you saw your boy relaxing. Luke turned and looked and saw Calum and he called your name. “Y/n we need to go.” “No I don’t want to bother him.” When you said that a tall fit girl walked out behind Calum and he took the cigarette away from his mouth and blew the smoke in the opposite direction of her face. A smile formed on his lips and he wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

Your smile slowly began to fade, “Luke….” “y/n come on let’s go!” You frowned your eye brows and continued to watch them. The mysterious girl placed her hand on Calum’s cheek and pulled his face down closer to his and he didn’t resist. When their lips connected it felt like your heart actually shattered. “Calum….” was all you could say. The words in your heard were just not able to be processed, the lump in your throat made it unable to speak, a tear fell from your eye and Luke got up and paid the lady and grabbed your hand pulling you away from the window, and your face into his chest.

“Did he just…” you mumbled and gripped onto his shirt. Luke’s hand rubbed your back and held you closer, “he’s not worth your time and love okay sweetheart.” You wanted to cry right there you wanted to let it all go right now but you couldn’t make a scene not here. You removed yourself from Luke and walked outside. Calum’s hand was in the girls and you wanted to scream but you just got in the vehicle without saying goodbye to Luke you just left.

Getting home you threw your stuff in the corner of the room and fell to the floor and started screaming. Hands gripping onto your hair, face buried between your knees, eyes burning, throat caught and your head filling with never ending bad thoughts. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ ‘Am I that bad?’ 'Does Calum not love me anymore?’ Everything wouldn’t leave. After 20 minutes you decided you needed to clean yourself up Calum will be home any minute.

Getting up you barely hauled yourself to the bathroom, make up smeared and snot on your face you grabbed a make up remover wipe and cleaned yourself up. You changed out of your cute outfit, into a big hoodie and spandex shorts and threw your hair in a bun. You heard the front door open, and you walked back out to greet Calum. But something in you wouldn’t let you, so you just gave him a small fake smile and sat down on the couch.

“What no welcome home kiss?” The sound of his voice made your whole body get chills. He walked over to you and leaned behind the couch and tried to get your attention but you closed your eyes and ignored him. “Did I do something?” He asked. A tear slipped and you bit your bottom lip.

“Calum…am I not good enough for you?” You asked standing up and walking to Calum. He frowned his eyebrows and shook his head. “Baby of course your good enough. Your absolutely perfect why would you…” your eyes widen, “really? Ha fucking amazing. I love when you lie.” “Y/n what the fuck are you talking about?” He said placing his hand on your shoulder for you to quickly remove it. “I saw you, I fucking saw you kissing that girl outside of that shop. And don’t make any bullshit excuse Hood because I saw it with my own eyes. And you know the worse part? I was with Luke, and Luke fucking knew this entire time. He tried to cover your ass. You have the fucking nerve to cheat on me? After I’ve given you everything?” You could feel your eyes begin to water Calum’s jaw clenched and his eyes got dark almost black.

“OKAY well maybe I wouldn’t need to fuck all these other girls if you would give in sometimes! You know I love you I do! But you just never have time for me anymore, and those girls are willing to take time out of their day to see me.” Your heart fell “you kidding me? Your fucking kidding me…so me having an actual job is wrong? Calum I can’t fuck you all the time. IS that your legitimate excuse? That I don’t have time for you? Fuck! I’m not the one who goes on tour for 10 months. I’m not the one who doesn’t text back. I’m not the one who will call me when he feels like it. I’m not the fucking one kissing other girls and apparently fucking them as well because his actual girlfriend has a job. I’m sorry but last time I checked I’m a human not a sex doll.” You said walking away from Calum he grabbed your arm to face him, “your not a sex doll…I didn’t…” shaking out of his grip you grabbed your keys and walked to the door.

“I’m done…goodbye Calum.”

Shutting the door behind you everything around you fell apart. But you were not going to be treated like this, you walked out to the car and headed over to Luke’s apartment. You didn’t want anything to do with Calum right now but you had no where else to go.

I'm Coming Home

i kinda got my writing mojo back? Been wanting to write this bad boy for a while now. it’s kinda painful so beware… Also I know it’s fluff week  I’m working on a doc but it’s being mean and I have none ideas for it  so y'all get to have pain first  

This is set in canon between 12x10 & 12x11


Her hands shake, holding onto the podium, nervous of what she’s going to say next.

“Today,” she pauses, “Today I am thirty days sober. And I just found out I’m pregnant,” she pauses again, debating on whether to add ‘again’ but chooses not to. “The father and I still aren’t talking, and I still haven’t told him yet, but now I have something to look forward to. I hope we can work things out, because at one time I was in love with him. I think I still am. Anyway, thank you for letting me share that with you all today.” She explained with a small, shy smile. Her sponsor handed her her one-month chip, shaking her hand and moved aside so she could exit the front of the room.

*end flashback*

Amelia grabs another slice of the pizza, placing the warm, cheesy heaven into her mouth before moaning aloud. “This pizza is so good.” She ogles, closing her eyes in pleasure. Owen chuckles, mimicking her actions and grabbing yet another slice himself.

That’s when she feels it, the sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She squeezes her eyes shut before opening them, not wanting to freak Owen out. The man oblivious to her short action as he continues to chow on the pizza.

She gets up slowly, excusing herself to the bathroom, walking the three steps to the small room in the trailer.

She quietly locks the door, staring at herself in the mirror, not seeing a reflection in the dark. She places her hand on her stomach and winces as the sharp pains return. She breathes through them, heavily. Tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

A quiet sob slips through her lips and she turns to sit on the lid of the toilet seat. Tears are coming faster now as the pain increases a bit.

There’s a soft knock on the aluminum door. “Mia, are you okay? I thought I heard you crying?” His voice speaks up softly. He tries the door handle, finding it locked. “Mia, unlock the door. Are you okay? Amelia…” He whispers through the door.

She reaches over, unlocking the door and he opens it, flipping on the bathroom light. “Y–You’re covered in blood, Amelia.” His face is worried and he steps closer to pick her up. She puts her hands on his forearms before he can continue his motions.

“J–Just leave me here.” She barely chokes out.

“You’re bleeding. You’re hurt. Did you cut yourself? What’s happening?” His voice is filled with worry.

It makes her let out a sharp cry, leaning her forehead on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mia?” He whispers, kneeling down to her level and wrapping his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong? Are you like–” he doesn’t want to finish the sentence but does, “–is it that time of the month?” He winces.

He can feel her shake her head into his shoulder. “Then what’s wrong?” He asks again.

“Baby.” She lets out in a sob. “I’m losing the baby.” She clarifies.

Owen places his hand on the back of her head, cradling her close. “Baby?” He questions. She nods into his embrace. “O–Our baby?” He questions tentatively. He’s not sure if he wants the answer to that question. Whichever answer she gives him will hurt.

“Yes.” She cries out.

He’s right. The answer hurt.

He pulls her tighter to him, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He reassures. He’s upset and angry, but right now he knows Amelia needs him to be strong, so he’s pushing his anger back, letting her cry this out. “Mia, let’s get you showered. Come on.” He says, standing up. She looks up at him with bloodshot eyes.

He reaches into the shower, turning it on a warm, soothing setting before facing her again. He fingers the bottom of her shirt. His hand fluttering over the bare skin of her stomach before she reaches her arms up and he takes the action as a yes, pulling her shirt up and over her head.  She stands up on shaky legs, pulling her jeans off and he unhooked the back of her bra.

She’s not shy, and knows he’s seen her naked before. He holds her up, helping her step into the warm shower, leaning against the back of the cool tiles, wincing as they hit her back.

She looks down, seeing the clear water turn red as it flows down the drain. She lets out another sharp cry, almost dropping to the ground but Owen steps into the shower quickly, supporting her weight so she wouldn’t fall.

Water soaks his clothes as he continues to stand with her in the shower, holding her up. She’s coughing and sputtering on the water as it runs down her face mixing with her tears.

She finally looked up at him after what seemed like hours, his eyes just boring into her soul, almost. The water in the shower now running cold and clear, no more blood.

All she saw was red. His eyes were bloodshot, much like her own. Clinging onto him, she opened her mouth.

“I–I found out two days before I got my thirty day sobriety chip.” She speaks softly.

His arm reaches over and he turns off the water. “Tell me more.”  He whispers, taking her hand as he steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel. He helps her step out carefully, wrapping a towel around her soaked body.

She follows him back to his bed, watching as he strips himself of wet clothes and grabs a towel of his own, drying off his sculpted frame.

“There’s not much more. I went to one scan, making sure the baby–” she pauses, “–had a brain. As far as I know it was healthy. I was almost ten weeks.” She whispered.

He hands her a pair of his flannel pajama pants and a worn out Harvard tee-shirt. She drops the towel on the bed, slipping the shirt over her head and pulls her hair through the collar before pulling on the pants, tugging the draw string tight, to hold them up on her hips, then rolling the waistband down a few times.

“I took a test, right when I started getting sober, and went to a doctor outside the city. I wanted to make sure everything was okay after I had started drinking again.” She pauses, letting him soak up her words as she sits down on the edge of the bed. He sits down next to her, but still keeping a distance between them.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally asks her.

She stands up, astounded by his question. “Why didn’t I tell you?” She almost laughs at the question. “Maybe I didn’t tell you because of the fact we weren’t talking. Or that you yelled at me, telling me I talk things to death and you wanted me to get out of your face. Maybe because I felt like I had no one to talk to at all. My sister-in-law kicked me out of her house, I literally have no friends at the hospital that I can talk to, I am currently living in a hotel room, I’ve fallen off the wagon for the, what, fourth time? in my life now. I got suspended from the hospital, you shut me out, I’m the reason Meredith was attacked because I chose to ignore her patient and see yours instead, and now I just lost the second baby I’ve been pregnant with, and I’m here screaming at you. You wonder why I didn’t tell you? This is why.” She cries, motioning between the two of them.

She knows she went overboard, but her emotions are way out of control at this moment. She can’t seem to get a grip on anything as she slumps back onto the bed, placing her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a moment of silence, placing his hand on her knee.

She lets out a laugh this time. “I just lost our baby, and you’re sorry? I fell off the wagon, yet again, because that’s what hurricane Amy always does, and I miscarried our child and you’re sorry?”

“I shut you out. I’m the reason you fell off the wagon in the first place. If you’re blaming anyone, blame me.” He speaks, his anger now gone towards her, after she had spilled her heart to him. This was all his fault. She blames herself but he wants her to blame him. It’s his fault.

“No. I still would’ve fallen off the wagon. It always happens. Nothing ever lasts forever.” She sniffs, wiping her cheeks.

“Even so, I could’ve been there for you, but I wasn’t. Blame me. Because none of this is your fault, Mia. None of it.” He repeats.

She places one of her hands on top of his, that rests on her knee. “I lost our baby. I don’t know how I’m surviving this.” She speaks softly.

“You are, though. You survive everything.” He pipes up.

“I should’ve expected this, actually. Everyone else I love dies on me. It’s just a matter of time you do too.” She lets out, not aware of her slip up.

“I’m not going to die.” He promises her.

“You know, that’s a lie. Don’t make a promise you can’t keep. They teach you that as an intern after you make the mistake of promising a family you’ll save their loved ones.” She speaks.

“You still haven’t realized what you’ve said,” he pauses, “Twice now.”

She looks up at him from their hands intertwined, “Hmm?” She hums in question. “What have I said twice now?” She asks.

“You’ve, in one way or another, said you loved me.” He points out.

She shakes her head. “When did I say that?” She eyes him.

“Don’t deny it, Mia. I don’t want to play these games with you.” He says in a serious tone, rubbing a thumb over her hand in circles.

“Owen, I–” she pauses.

“You said it Amelia, in your own way, you said it. Now admit it to yourself, do you love me? If you can’t, then–” he pauses, quickly thinking to himself. “–then walk out of here. Walk out of my life. Don’t play these games with me. You need me the most right now, and you’ve said you love me. Stop denying it to yourself, it’s tearing you apart.”

She pulls her hand away from his, standing up. “Owen, earlier today you asked me to move in with you. I told you no because I have to work on my sobriety. I have to work on loving myself first, before I can love you. But being around you like this, whenever I see you I just want to run into your arms. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to run and leap into your arms and tell you I was pregnant with your child. But I need to work on loving myself and holding myself together with more than just tape and glue. If you can’t grasp that, I need to walk away.” She’s silent for a second. “Leave Seattle.” She adds.

“What is there to grasp Amelia?” He asks. “We love each other and we can work through this now. We can be with each other.” He tells her.

She stands up, putting distance between them. “No, Owen.” She speaks softly. She turns around to leave, heading to grab her clothes from the tiny bathroom and her purse from the couch. She grabs something out of her purse, scribbling down on it before heading out.

“Amelia, wait.” He calls for her, but he’s answered with the shutting of the front door.

He stands up, walking towards the door, his eye catching something on top of the pizza box. His eyes settle on the paper, picking it up and reading over the short note.

“I do love you, but I can’t be with you now. I’m sorry.” Is all it says. He turns it over, his heart jumps into his throat seeing the picture of the sonogram, of the baby they never got to have, of another baby Amelia had lost.

A life they didn’t get to have.

He set the sonogram down, settling into the couch, letting the night’s events sink in. His mind yelling at him, telling him to go after her, his heart agreeing.

But he sat there, letting her leave. Maybe one day she would come back, but for now she was the one that got away.

For a moment, doubt ran through his mind, and he picked up his phone, dialing her number, waiting for her to pick up.

Amelia sat in the driveway of her brother’s old house, still being able to see Owen’s trailer from where she was parked.

Her phone vibrated in her purse, and she looked at the caller ID, sending it to voicemail. It vibrated again, letting her know she had one new voicemail. She grabbed her phone, picking it up and listening to the message.

I wanted to make you stay. I wanted to keep all of our promises. I should’ve told you what you meant to me sooner. It could’ve been us against the world. I’m paying the price now. You’re the one that got away. You’re the one that is leaving me broken in pieces because I didn’t tell you how much you meant to me sooner. You mean so much to me. You mean the world to me. I should’ve told you sooner.”

The message ended.

Amelia stared at her phone in her hands, opening up her texts.

To Owen: you didn’t have to tell me, I already knew…

Was all she wrote, hitting send before she could erase it. Her phone buzzed.

To Amelia: then why did you leave?

To Owen: because…

To Amelia: ?

To Owen: I love you

To Amelia: then why did you leave?!

She didn’t reply after that…

She placed her car in drive, driving past the trailer, in the dead of night, not sure exactly where she was going yet. She stopped at a red light, looking at her phone again.

To Amelia: was that your car?

To Amelia: Mia, are you still on the property?

To Amelia: you were, that’s why you’re not answering, you’re driving now

To Amelia: answer my question. Why did you leave?

She sets her phone back in the passenger seat. The light turning green. She heads for the highway, heading south, knowing exactly where she was going now. Back to LA.

She can see out of the corner of her eye, her phone lighting up with texts.

Owen sits on his couch, continuously sending her texts, it’s been hours since he heard a car drive past his trailer off the property, he’s certain it had to be her.

To Amelia: text me to let me know you’re okay

To Amelia: where are you?

To Amelia: it’s been hours, where are you?

To Amelia: I called Pierce, Edwards, Webber and Meredith, neither have heard from you.

To Amelia: Amelia, where are you? I will come find you. Let me know you’re at least safe?

To Owen: why do you care now? I left you. I’m fine.

He almost stopped breathing when he got her text.

To Amelia: I care because I love you. I’ve always cared.

To Owen: little late now…

To Amelia: I still love you

To Owen: goodbye

He gets her point, pressing the home button on his phone, he exits out of his texts, locking his phone and getting dressed for work, having stayed awake all night, worrying and waiting on her to text him back, letting him know she was alive.

He trudges into work, eyes heavy and laden with sorrow.

“Owen, did you find Amelia?” Meredith asks him as soon as she sees him in her sights.

He nods his head.

“Well, where is she? I called her.” Meredith adds.

“She left. She’s not coming back. She probably went back to LA.” He informs her.

“What the hell did you do?” She asks him.

“First off, Meredith, it’s what I didn’t do. I wasn’t there for her when you threw her out. I wasn’t there for her when you still couldn’t forgive her. I’m not the only one at fault here.” He points out.

“You can’t blame this on me!” Meredith retorts. Owen scoffs.

“No, but she can. You have no reason not to forgive her. Especially now.” He speaks, his tone loud and frightening. Anyone around them in the hospital was now staring at them.

“Why ‘especially now’?” Meredith mocks in air quotes.

Owen closes the short distance between them, getting in her face and whispering to her in a menacing tone. “The only reason she’s not dead like her brother right now or at some bar, that I know of, is because she’s so upset she miscarried our baby last night. Her spiraling out of control the past few weeks was because you threw her out of the only place she called home here, and I shut her out. She had no where to go. And she blamed herself for your accident. You don’t get to speak about how you’re not to blame. I’m not the only one to blame here. She left Seattle because of us. Because of what we couldn’t do.” He spoke.

He turned, leaving Meredith standing there, heading to find an on call room to cool down.

Once alone in the dark room, he pulls out his phone, looking at a picture of her on his screen. He opens up his texts, tapping her name.

To Amelia: I’m sorry

To Amelia: I know it doesn’t mean much

To Amelia: I love you so much, even if you can’t accept that now.

He locks his phone, slipping it back into his pocket before looking at his pager, leaving the on call room and heading to the ER for the incoming trauma. Looking forward to spending the next few hours in surgery.

She wakes up in the dingy hotel room she rented for the night last night, not wanting to drive seventeen hours straight. She checks her notifications, seeing she had missed calls and unread texts.

Missed call from: Meredith (2), Owen (1) no new voicemails

To Amelia: I’m sorry

To Amelia: I know it doesn’t mean much

To Amelia: I love you so much, even if you can’t accept that now.

To Amelia: Amelia, I don’t blame you for the accident. It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve that. You know I have a history of being a crappy sister. I’m sorry. Owen said he talked to you. I hope you’re okay. I want you to know that if you come back, Alex moved out. There’s still another room here, if you want it. Stay safe. -Mer

She looks at the time on her phone, she was so close. Only eight hours away. She could make it. She could do this.

Quickly grabbing the little she brought with her, she checked out of the hotel and got into her car, tapping out a text and hitting send before driving off.

Owen wiped the perspiration from his brow and existed the scrub room after his latest surgery. “Dr. Hunt you have a page.” One of the nurses informed him. He thanked her, sighing and just wanting to go home after working such a long day on no sleep. He headed down to the ER where he was paged.

He pulled back the curtain, looking down at the electronic patient file on his tablet. “I’m Dr. Hunt.” He spoke. “What brings you in today?” He looked up finally. His eyes light up, meeting hers.

“You didn’t read my text?” She questions.

He fishes into his pocket, grabbing his phone reading the missed text he had.

To Owen: I’m coming home