just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
political scandal? “is that a new band?”
global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate.
by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going.
he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever.
and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings.
and your place of work is exactly one such place.
he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.
he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that????
and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
“you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
“a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
“you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
“i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
“you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
“i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
“hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
“dead. could be worse, i guess.”
and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
and he’s so,,,,, close.
you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
“i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what?
so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
“you smell……….. incredible.”
that’s when you see his lil fangs.
and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
and you say “you wouldn’t.”
“then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
Summary: “Well, it’s my last day home.” He said, stating the obvious as you came closer to him. You nodded, silently urging him to continue before he bent over and picked a box up off of the ground which you didn’t even look at. Your eyes were too focused on his face as he continued to smirk, “I just want to remember it, that’s all.”
Aries: Wait it’s monday?
Taurus: I’m out of emotions oh well.
Gemini: Ohhh boy it’s gonna be a long week.
Cancer: Someone h e l p me.
Leo: I’m sick and stressed and just done.
Virgo: I stopped caring 2 years ago.
Libra: If there’s no caffeine I’m out.
Scorpio: Don’t talk to me for another 5 days.
Capricorn: Time to start procrastinating!
Aquarius: Deep breaths, deep breaths.
Pisces: What is even going on w/ my life.
had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his
compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that
someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t
lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how
long it took.
had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use
some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would
probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never
got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad
every time I looked inside.
I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes,
after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with
the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew
girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.
couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last
one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag
so the next day he would have something.
didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty
simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we
all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.
few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I
loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next
weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.
day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period.
I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran
into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even
god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend
down to get the book that I made that person drop.
saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and
when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and
not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach
was so much nicer than all of them together.
worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.
I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked
putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that
I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added
walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.
he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my
face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share
my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely
kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who
wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.
thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started
walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the
first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.
I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again,
this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to
class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to
consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general,
even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it
was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the
reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time.
I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how
he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just
answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at
something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.
for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was
impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.
better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that
I saw in the blackboard.
means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the
answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this
we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked
looking at him again.
an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that
bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he
was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone
looked at me.
he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise
and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.
know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just
have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.
parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”
they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of
worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly
how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for
second period too.
do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”
do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel,
it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”
you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”
is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood
this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your
wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked
out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.
started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me;
I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.
everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.
what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because
we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the
sudden he’s worried about me.
just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he
sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside
me was completed and I just smiled widely.
really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”
remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted
to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when
I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.
you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was
exposed to a terrible danger.
looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the
fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing
with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really
I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t
don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I
was totally amazed.
this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“
he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts
“I promise you it’s nothing like that”
why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman
year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and
I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be
talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this,
get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not
like that, and you won’t regret it”
accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”
stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.
know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth
to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know
if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice
things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how
you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was
blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite
area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”
couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my
direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.
how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself
form the things he had said to me.
I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling
“and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in
bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”
could be anyone…”
what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said
laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”
are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.
what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure
about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that
maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you
have doubts, I just ask for one chance”
“Ok, I’ll go out with you”
I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I
wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.
expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it
was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think
my attempt was useless.
promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the
library? We are already really late to class anyways”
and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by
his side to the library.
fuck you. im so jealous of other people with perfect families and fathers, because i know i dont have a father. i hope you know i dont call you my dad anymore. i stopped long ago. i hate you, you ruined my childhood, you ruined me. i hate myself for being half of you, im constantly thinking im abusive. i hate myself for being so hard to take care of now because i get triggered so easily. im so angry all the time. i wish you would just overdose on your stupid drugs already.
A hurtful comment said in the heat of the moment leaves Feyre miserable and alone. Rhys, wounded and angry, departs for a diplomatic mission before Feyre can tell him something important. As the months wear on and Feyre hears nothing but silence from the other end of the bond, her condition deteriorates. Will Rhys return home in time? Or will he be too late?
“Feyre darling, it’s only for a couple of months. I just need to sort a few things out with the different courts now that the war is finally over.”
“Then at least take me with you! I’m your High Lady, I–”
“Exactly. You’re my High Lady,” he says, interrupting my pleas. He takes my hands gently in his and looks into my eyes with love. “You’re needed here, to sort out matters in our own Court.”
“You’re just coming up with excuses to keep me here,” I say, ripping my hands out of his. Rage is coursing through my veins like fire. “If you trap me here without you, you’re just like him.” That’s when I know I’ve stepped too far. Rhys takes a step back, in both anger and shock. I can feel the walls between our minds start to build.
“I am nothing like him, and you know it,” he snarls, his wings folding behind his back as if he can protect them from my words. “I told you a long time ago to stop making that comparison. Even if part of the reason I want you to stay here is for your own protection, I am not locking you up. I am not keeping you in this house. You are free to come and go as you wish. Visit the House of Wind. Visit Mor. Visit Amren.” He runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace in front of me. “The other High Lords are still wary of your powers, I don’t want anything happening to you–”
“I can take care of myself! I thought the war would’ve proved at least that,” I protest. My hands are beginning to tremble with nerves, and I clasp them behind my back to hide my distress from Rhys. This argument is bringing back unpleasant memories from my times at the Spring Court…my times with Tamlin. Rationally, I know that Rhys is not Tamlin. He would never be Tamlin. But today is not a rational day. Panic swells in my chest and my heart begins to race.
“I know darling, of course I know you can take care of yourself. But this is the first diplomatic trip since the end of the war, and I just want to feel things out first, there will be plenty of over trips for you to go on.”
“Rhys, please. I don’t care what the other High Lords think of my powers, they must know if they try to hurt me–”
“NO, Feyre.” Rhys stops pacing and growls at me with frustration. I flinch back. My blood is racing through my veins. I can hear my panicked heartbeat in my ears.
I can’t help but think the guards beating Ed gave him horrible flashback to his childhood! That hit me when I watched the scene. We have never seen Ed geting beaten like that, when cops and Strange’s men has taken care of him they have just surrounded him and held him or pushed him forward to walk. Which just makes me believe he hasn’t been beaten like that since he left home, which was a long time ago. Now we saw Ed looking at the guards and he had no time to react before he was down on the floor getting beaten and screaming! I think that this exact scenario has happened to Ed too many times, lying helpless on the floor screaming and begging his father to stop the beating but it didn’t stop, it felt like it would never stop. And I just can’t see how this could do anything else but bring all those terrible memories back.
Then the dialogue with Oswald. Oswald says he is happy that Ed got beaten up and the look on Ed’s face is just ugh.
Ofc there are tons of emotions right there and then for the whole situation too. But Oswald basically said Ed deserved to get beaten up and I can imagine that’s exactly what his father has told him every time it happened…
I hope this was a glance of more to come. I hope that we get to dive into Ed’s background and childhood in season 4 because there is so much to make on that! Sad and hurtful yes but that’s Gotham.
Thank you @juanchachi for requesting!! I changed a few things and I hope you like it!
“What do you mean, ‘I can’t go to the party’? I have attended many of your galas before and I do not understand why I cannot join you to another?” asked Damian.
His father sighed and said, “This is very important for Wayne Enterprises and your brothers are not able to come. They usually are the ones who watch over you during these events, but since thy are not here, you are staying here with Alfred.”
“Why do you keep treating me like a child?!?” Damian shouted.
He grit his teeth and walked away, hoping not to break anything fragile during their fight. He clenched and unclenched his hands while traveling up the stairs. Titus was by his side in an instant and nudged his hand. Damian looked at his companion and smiled. Titus could always calm him down whenever he was in a mood and he was thankful for that. Alfred watched the youngest of the family stomp up the stairs with Titus in tow. He looked over to Bruce and shook his head.
“He needs a companion other than Titus, Master Bruce. Do you think we can contact him and ask to drop her off? They are around the same age and will have to get to know each other eventually.”
“I know. I’m just worried that he will scare her off,” Bruce said.
“If I know Miss (Y/N) correctly, she will be the one who scares him away,” Alfred said with a slight smirk crawling onto his face.
Bruce laughed and shook his head, “I think she has spent too much time with him if she’ll scare Damian. I’ll call him and ask if he can drop her off before patrol before I leave for the party.”
“I’ll go fetch the camera.”
“What do you mean, ‘I have to go spend time with the Demon’? Are you trying to sentence me to death?” you asked your dad.
“I know that he’s a pain in the ass, but you’re gonna have to deal with him until Bruce finishes playing ass-kisser at the party,” your dad said with a gruff voice.
“And what will you be doing while I’m going to the first annual Wayne Hunger Games?” you questioned while folding your arms.
“I could be out there with you and make life so much easier.”
He rolled his eyes and threw you over his shoulders, “You’re going and that’s final. If you even think about escaping the manor Alfred will contact me, and I will drag your sorry ass back there. Do you really want to have a bad first impression?”
You laughed and said, “I’ll give him hell.”
“That’s my girl!!”
Your dad had driven you to the manor on his motorcycle. You had your bag packed with all of the necessities: clothing, weapons, back-up weapons, a taser, two cellphones, random supplies and some books. Isn’t that what everyone needs when seeing a Damian Wayne in the wild??
“Welcome, Miss (Y/N). It’s wonderful to see you again,” Alfred said with his heartwarming smile.
You smiled and ran up to hug him, “It’s nice to see you again too, Alfie.”
He chuckled and waved to your father, who just nodded and drove back to the city. You watched him travel down the road until you could no longer see him. Alfred then guided you through the entrance and into the kitchen where a wonderful aroma was coming from.
“Did you make cookies?” you squealed.
Alfred chuckled and nodded. He grabbed the plate and offered. You grabbed the one on the top and bit into the sugary goodness they call a cookie.
“You gotta give me this recipe. Dad can cook, but he can never replicate your cookies,” you said while grabbing another cookie.
“As long as you don’t give it to Master Grayson I will,” he responded. “Awesome!!” you shouted.
“Who is this Pennyworth?” a voice asked behind you.
You turned around and saw Damian Wayne standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a scowl on his face. You heard a bark and felt something bump into your hip. You looked down and saw a dog nudging you. You smiled and scratched behind his ears. He licked your face and walked to Damian’s side. You laughed and wiped the slobber off of your face with your jacket.
“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet ya,” you said while holding your hand out.
He looked at your hand and walked passed you. You dropped your hand to the side and frowned. You knew that he was a ‘Demon’ from your dad, but you finally get why they call him that.
“Jerk face,” you muttered under your breath while grabbing another cookie.
“I will leave you two alone then,” Alfred said and walked off, abandoning you in the kitchen with an asshole and his adorable dog.
“I hope that father didn’t adopt another sob story,” Damian said.
You whipped your head toward his direction and said, “Excuse me? Listen here you shit stain, your father did not adopt me or pick me off from the streets. I happen to live happily with my badass dad and have respect for those I have around me. Before you say anything from that shitty mouth of yours, how about you stop your judging and actually get to know the person you spoiled ass.”
You grabbed the plate of cookies and walked out of the kitchen. Damian just stood there with a horrified expression painted on his face. He never expected that colorful of a vocabulary from someone his age. Titus nudged his side and walked out of the kitchen. He scowled once again at the thought of you stealing his companion.
Saying you were pissed was an understatement. He did not have the right to assume you were just another sob story that was taken off of the streets by his father. You weren’t trying to overreact, but your anger got the best of you. You sat on the very comfortable and expensive couch in the living room and ate Alfred’s cookies while watching your favorite movie and scratching Titus’ ears and head. He was nuzzled to your side and rested his head on your lap. You wondered how a nice dog could belong to the bag of dicks that was in the other room. “Titus! What are you doing? I hope you are not feeding him those diabetic disks that you call food,” Damian said while walking up to you and Titus.
“Yes. I’m feeding your dog Alfred’s most delicious cookies in the world that I only get to have every few months,” you said sarcastically while returning your attention to the movie.
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated, brat,” he hissed.
“Are we starting the name calling game? I have a lot of great ideas for your names and I don’t think you’ll want to hear most of them,” you said while smirking, “assbutt.”
Damian’s face went from angry to confused. You tried to hold it in, but you bursted out laughing, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to return the plate. Even if Damian is not friendly, he’ll be fun to mess around with until your dad comes to get you.
“Who is this?” Damian asked while holding your locket.
Your eyes widened and raced to take it out of his hands. He held his hand high, but you knew how to win this game. You turned around and walked away, but turned back around and tackled him to the ground. You pried his hand open, took the locket and put it back on your neck.
“You had no right to take this,” you said while leaning up against the counter and shoving another one of Alfred’s cookies in your mouth.
“Who is in the locket?” he asked once again.
“My dead family. You happy now?”
You took another cookie from the second plate and ate it. You didn’t like to talk about your old family because it brought up too many memories.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My parents and siblings were murdered five years ago and my grandfather died due to natural causes a year later.”
“Did they get the murderer?”
“No.” “Why were you talking about your father earlier? I thought you said that he was-”
“My adoptive dad you idjit.”
“I’m sorry that I said those things to you. It was irrational and unfair to you.”
“Apology some-what accepted,” you said while smirking.
“I guess that will suffice. Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.
“My grandfather was a boxer and he taught me everything he knew before he passed. I also took many self defense classes because of my parents, but I perfected most of it while I lived on the streets and when I was adopted by my dad,” you said while pulling yourself up on the counter.
“Did you look up to him?”
“Yup. He was my role model and basically took care of me when my parents couldn’t, which was all of the time,” you said while faintly smiling.
“How did you meet your adoptive father?” he asked.
“I busted into his apartment and tried to steal some food. He tried to stop me from leaving and received a fist to the face. If his friend wasn’t there he would’ve been knocked out on the floor with a nasty headache. He gave me some more food while he asked me how long I’ve been on the streets and offered for me to stay awhile. That was about three years ago.”
“Maybe we do have some things in common,” he said.
“Care to explain?”
“I was raised by my mother and grandfather and I looked up to him like you did to your grandfather. Now I live with my father and Alfred. They saved me from a very dark future.”
You nodded, “I guess if I never ran into my dad I would become a criminal and get my ass kicked by you and your father.” Damian’s eyes widened, “You know about that?”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course I do. Do you even know who my dad is?”
You smirked and said, “Better not ruin the surprise then.”
“Miss (Y/N), your father has arrived,” Alfred said.
You smiled while jumping out of the couch and running to the entrance. He was talking with Alfred while you jumped on him and gave him a hug.
“You didn’t miss me too much did ya?” he asked.
“TODD IS YOUR FATHER?!?!”
You looked behind you and saw Damian with a shocked expression on his face. You and your dad laughed.
“Did he do anything?” Jason asked while glancing at Damian.
“Yup but I used by colorful vocabulary and everything turned out well.”
He held out a fist and you bumped it. You let go of him and dropped yourself on the ground.
“Go get your stuff. Roy is at home with a bunch of junk food and over fifty movies, so get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
You squealed and ran off to the kitchen to grab your bag and pack all of Alfred’s cookies. Jason watched you run out of the room before glaring at Damian.
“If you ever hurt her, physically or mentally, I will kill you slowly and make sure they will never find your body. Not even Bruce will be able to find you. She will be visiting more often due to me being out on missions and you better not do anything again. You got it?” Damian gulped and nodded.
“I got everything!! Let’s go!!” you shouted.
“Bye (Y/N)!” Damian shouted.
“Bye Damian!” you shouted.
Alfred put a hand on Damian’s shoulder and said: “Be thankful she did not overreact when you said all of those things to her. Master Tim was not as lucky as you when he first met her.”
A/N: This wasn’t requested. I’ve just been having a really stressful weeks and needed to write something that nobody had requested in case I wrote something really shitty. It is long, but I hope you like it xx.
I turn around in bed, trying my best to get comfortable. The room isn’t cold, but my bones are freezing. The bed is huge, but I’m lying on the edge. I have everything I’ll ever need, and yet again I feel helpless. It is always the same; it is the same loneliness that hunts me every time Tom is away… And I’m not sure if it is worth it anymore. There are days when I just want to run away, go back to my home and never look back,; but this is Tom’s dream, and if I love Tom, I need to learn to love his dreams just as much as I do him.
Jack jumps onto the bed and lies against my back, melting part of the ice inside of me. Getting Jack had been Tom’s idea so I wasn’t alone every time he was on a trip with the team, but the Australian Shepherd could not replace Tom. He was a good boy nevertheless.
“Hi, buddy.” I whisper, turning around to pet his fluffy head.
Jack has learnt to sense my mood, because he lifts his head and licks my hand, making me smile for the first time today.
“You are the best boy in Washington DC.” I say to him and he picks up his ears, turning his head and looking overall adorable.
I’m whispering, even though that I’m alone in the apartment and no one would care if I scream, but after spending the whole day quiet I don’t think that I can make myself to speak any louder. I spend another hour turning around and petting Jack until I fall into a tormented sleep where I’m alone and I can’t escape my own demons.
Waking up in an empty bed is just as bad as going to sleep alone, so I roll off of it as soon as I open my eyes. I walk towards to the kitchen, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet, and start making coffee when I hear the front door opening.
“Hello?” Tom’s voice is loud and I wish I could just cover my ears.
“Hey.” I answer him, my voice much calmer than his while I keep working on making coffees for both of us now.
“Hello, beautiful.” His voice is about to burst my eardrums when he walks in the kitchen.
I don’t say anything and I keep working on the coffees, pouring almond milk and hazelnut syrup on mine, and a sugar in his black coffee. I hand him the mug and turn around to face him. He is as handsome as always; his hair is messy and his blue eyes are bright.
“Hi.” I just say, and I try to give him a small smile, but it comes like more of a grimace than a smile.
He doesn’t seem to notice, because he leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth softly. I don’t know why this time is different, but I can’t pretend that I’ve been okay this time, so I just look down and wrap my hands around my cup seeking the warmth of the beverage.
“Where is Jack?” He wonders, looking around for our little rascal.
“He was still sleeping when I woke up.” I explain to him and he huffs. “Jack, dad is home!” I call out for him and seconds later we hear the four paws running through the hall. Jack jumps around Tom, excitement clear in his pretty eyes.
I’ve always thought that Tom chose Jack because their eyes look the same; they go from icy blue to the color of a stormy sky, hitting every color in between. One of my favorite games is to name every color I see on Tom’s eyes; he finds it hilarious when I tell him that his eyes are ‘the color of the sky on a summer day when it is too hot to go out’ or ‘the color of a smurf’s butt”.
“Hello buddy, I’ve missed you.” Tom throws himself to the ground, not caring about the suit he is wearing.
I look at the way they play on the floor, Tom getting on his four and grunting and for a second I feel happy, but the feeling washes away when I remember that this is temporary, he is going to leave again.
“I’m taking a shower.” I say, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door.
I lean on the door, feeling my eyes sting for the first time in months. I stopped crying about this a long time ago, but today is an odd day and I let myself roll with it. I turn on the shower and undress myself, shivering when I step in, the water still a little cold. The more time I spend in the shower, the more my crying becomes sobbing and I end up struggling to breathe while I cry under the shower. I don’t even hear Tom coming in until I feel his hands around my wrists.
“Ey, ey, ey, what’s wrong?” He asks, using his finger to make me raise my head.
“Nothing.” I say, stepping away from him, hitting my back against the wall.
“Baby, you are sobbing.” He says, a hurt expression in his face and his shirt sticking to his body.
“I said that I’m fine.” I yell and I choke on my own screams.
“Then why are you crying?” He sounds mad now and I turn around, facing the wall and not him, resting my head on the tiles.
“Because I goddamn want to.” I fist my hands in frustration, punching the wall slowly.
“You know what, sweetheart, I can’t read your mind.” His voice is harsh now and I shiver. “So, you either tell me what’s wrong or you stop acting like your fish has died.”
“Or what?” I challenge him, turning around to look at him.
We hold each other’s gaze for what seems like centuries, neither of us wanting to give it up to the other, until Tom sighs and lifts his hand to punch the wall, just as I was doing, but with all his strength.
“For fuck sake, (y/n), talk to me.” He screams, but I don’t even flinch at his bloody knuckles or his cursing.
“I don’t want to talk, Tom.” I simply answer, turning off the shower, wrapping myself with a fluffy towel and walking out of the bathroom.
“Too bad, I do want to talk.” He follows me, leaning on the wall and looking at me getting dressed.
I ignore him, picking a pair of clean underwear, a pair of leggings and a cozy sweater from my wardrobe and putting them on. I take a deep breath, my eyes still stinging, and turn around to face him.
“Talk to me, please.” He begs and I break down.
I sit on the bed, burying my head on my hands. I’m crying again, but this time it isn’t sobbing, they are just quiet tears. The bed shifts next to me under Tom’s weight and I want to jerk away when he rubs circles onto my back.
“I can’t do this anymore.” I say in between hiccups. “I can’t pretend that I’m fine.”
“What is ‘this’?” He asks and I sigh, lifting my head up, my eyes red and my face soaked in tears.
“The loneliness.” I try to explain. “I can’t handle the distance. I can’t handle being alone. I stay awake at night, not being able to sleep because the bed is too big and too cold without you. I make two cups of coffee every morning, just to find yours on the counter realizing that you are not going to drink it. I don’t wash your shirts until the day before you are back because they smell like you. I see more of you on TV that actual real life.”
“Baby, you are not alone.” He tries to cut me off.
“Tom, I am alone all the time.” I wave my hands in front of me. “Yeah, I hang out with the girls, I go to work… but at the end of the day I’m alone here.”
“(y/n), I know that me being on the road sucks, but you have to understand that this is my job.” He states his case. “This has been everything I’ve ever wanted. This is my dre…”
“Your dream.” I finish the sentence for him. “And I understand that this is what you want.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He asks and I bury my hands in my hair, pulling from the roots.
“The problem is that I can’t do this anymore.” I whisper and he looks at me like I have just poured a bucket of icy water on his head. “But because I understand it is your dream I don’t want to make it difficult for you.”
“What does that mean?” He gets on his feet. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?”
“What I want to say is that I won’t make it hard for you.” I tell him and I can see the rage showing in his face. “I’ll be gone by the time to get back from practice tonight.”
“So you are giving up on us?” His shirt is still wet and his hair is more of a mess while he runs his hands through his hair. “YOU ARE GIVING UP ON US, JUST LIKE THAT. WITHOUT TALKING. WITHOUT FIGHTING. DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME?”
“This isn’t about love. This isn’t about fighting. It is about both of us being happy.” I say. “You are happy playing hockey and I need to find what makes me happy.”
“You know what? Fuck it. Leave. Today. Now.” His voice is pure poison. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spits, leaving the room and a few seconds later the house, slamming the front door.
The worst thing about the last week is that I don’t feel any worse than I did before. I’m still hurting, but nothing has really changed; Tom and I don’t see each other, and the only difference is that we don’t talk or text.
After Tom left I packed up as much stuff as I could fit in my car and left the apartment, leaving Jack behind. That’s probably what hurts the most; I’m completely on my own now. But it has taken me a couple days to find a nice apartment to move in and start moving on.
My day has been okay so far; that’s the thing, everyday was just okay. I just want to go to bed one day and feel like it hasn’t been a waste of twenty-four hours, so when my coworkers asked if I wanted to go out for drinks I said yes. The night has been fun, and my coworkers made me smile for the first time in what it seems like forever, so the idea of going back to my apartment wasn’t really appealing.
“C’mon girl, you can do this.” I encourage myself. I need to stop wiping and start moving on.
The doors of the elevator open and I take my heels off, stepping on the soft carpet of the hallway. I turn right and walk down the hall to my apartment when I see it, a figure sitting next to my door. This is Washington after all, so I hold my shoes so I can use the heel to defend myself if necessary and I start walking as quietly as I can towards the unknown figure.
“Tom?” I drop my shoes in disbelief, kneeling down so I can shake him awake. “Tom, what are you doing here?”
It takes him a moment to open his eyes, and when he does I wish he hadn’t; his normally bright and blue eyes are now puffy, bloodshot and grey, with no spark on them. My heart breaks in a thousand billion pieces just because how helpless he looks; Tom Wilson, who could punch his way out of every situation, looks helpless. He opens his mouth for a second but closes it as fast as he has opened it, not sure of what to say. I take that time to straight up, picking my shoes up and opening my bag, looking for my keys. If he isn’t going to talk I might as well just get inside and try to forget how grey his eyes are.
“(y/n), wait.” He says when I insert the key in the keyhole and unlock the door.
I lean on the door, trying to figure out if I want to open the door and get inside and leave Tom outside, both from my apartment of my life, or I want to listen what he has to say. Curiosity wins over common sense because, as my mom says to me all the time, common sense is the least common of the senses.
“Want a drink?” I ask, opening the door and pushing it wide open, inviting him in.
He gets on his feet fast, stumble and hitting the door frame with his shoulder and hissing. I shut the door when we are both in and I stand there, trying to figure out what to do next; what do you do when your boyfri… ex-boyfriend shows up on your door?
“I don’t really have that much to drink.” I confess, walking towards the kitchen and looking inside the fridge. “Beer, orange juice, milk and diet cok…”
“I can’t believe you don’t have diet coke.” Our voices overlap and we both chuckle. “Water is fine.”
I nod, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it up with chilled water, neither cold nor warm, just as he likes it.
“Thank you.” He says, grabbing it from my hands, our fingers touching for a second.
We both walk around the couch and sit as far from the other as possible. The air is heavy, changed with electricity as both of us look everywhere but the other, neither of us wanting to break the silence. Tom drinks from his cup and I play with my own fingers, picking on a small piece of skin.
“Stop doing that.” He scolds me, giving me a warning look before realizing what he’s done and sinking even deeper in the couch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay. You are right.” I say, putting my hands under my thighs so I can’t pick on my fingers anymore.
“So…” He starts and I look at him, seeing him struggle. “How have you been?”
“It’s been a busy week.” I don’t lie, my week has been busy as hell, but I don’t tell him how shitty it has been as well. “You?” I casually ask.
“Definitely busy.” He agrees, grabbing a coaster from the middle of the coffee table and puts it down so he can rest his drink on the table. “It’s a nice place.”
“It is. It was fully furnished, so moving it has been easy.” The conversation is light, just to fill up the empty space between us.
Tom nods, but doesn’t say anything else. He seems deep in thought and I don’t do anything to snap him off of it, so silence is the king of the room once more.
“I get it now.” I hear Tom’s voice from what it seems far away and I realize that I have spaced out as well.
“What do you get?” I ask, confused.
“What you said.” I raise an eyebrow, not understanding what he is saying and he sighs, frustrated. “The loneliness, feeling alone.”
“Oh, that.” I answer, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t that big of a de…”
“But it was, and I’m sorry.” It’s the first time that he is actually looking at me. “I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice. I’ve spend a week by myself, just a week, and I felt like I was drowning the whole time.”
Words get stuck in my throat and tears are burning in my eyes, so the only thing I can do I look at his cloudy eyes and hope that he keeps talking.
“I know that I was a jerk, and I know that it is unfair of me to even ask, but I would love to have you back, baby.” He says, and he really looks like he’s taken a huge weight out of his shoulders.
I chew my bottom lip, my mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. I’ve missed him, I’d be lying to myself if I said I haven’t, but I’m not sure that love is enough to heal my shattered heart. I can’t go back to the way the things were before.
“I can’t…” My voice comes out as a whisper. “I can’t go back to the way things were before. I can’t go back to your place. I can’t go back to missing you, having everything reminding me of you.”
“But baby, I love you…” He starts, but I cut him off.
“And I love you too, so much it hurts.” I tell him. “That’s why I can’t do it anymore. Love isn’t supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to make my heart flutter, not break every time you aren’t around.”
Tom’s eyes are glossy and he covers his face with his hands to hide it.
“Come with me then. You won’t be alone.” He says, sounding defeated.
“That’s not how it works. We need to be okay when we are apart, and I’m not okay when you are gone.” I explain to him and he looks at me, tears falling down his cheek.
“I don’t know what to do or say to help you, (y/n).” He looks helpless again.
“I can’t miss you and see you everywhere.” I say, my voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. “I see you everywhere in your apartment.”
“Then don’t be in my apartment. Live here or there or wherever makes you happy. Find a way to miss me with your own terms. Take your time to try to figure out how you want to love me.” He sounds both passionate and defeated. “But don’t leave me.”
I look down at my hands and I feel the couch shift besides me, where Tom has moved. He grabs my hands from my lap and brings them to his lips, kissing my knuckles and my palms and my fingertips.
“Don’t leave me.” He repeats and I break down, sobbing onto his shoulder as he picks me up and puts me carefully on his lap, hugging me like I was a glass doll.
“I feel like I’m so selfish.” I say in between breaths.
“You are not selfish, princess.” He whispers, rubbing circles on my lower back. “You were lonely, and that’s my fault and my fault only.”
“Are you okay with me having my own place?” I ask, looking at his eyes so he can’t lie to me. “Not living together during the season… just until I can figure it out. I need a space that it’s just mine, where you aren’t everywhere.”
“I only see one problem…” I look at him, trying to figure out what’s wrong. “Jack.”
“He’ll go where I go.” I tell him, making it clear that I won’t accept no as an answer.
“But…” He starts complaining but stops when he sees my face expression. “Sure thing, baby. But make sure I see him at least once a week.”
“Of course, pretty eyes.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking at his now bright blue eyes. “We wouldn’t want your kid to forget your face.”
Tom runs a finger down my cheek, collecting the leftover tears.
“I love you.” He says, his forehead pressed against mine.
“I love you too.”
“I want you to feel like we are the couple your poetry books talk about.” He whispers, his lips getting closer to mine.
Summary: You and Jughead used to be best friends but when he and Betty started dating, the two of you lost touch. One night you get a call that Betty broke up with Jughead and he’s not handling it well. You reluctantly go to help your old friend but realize that you feel something more for him.
It was hard to imagine that months ago he had been your best friend. He was the one you went to if you were heartbroken, upset, angry, or bored. He was the one who cheered you up, the one who lifted your spirits, the one who made you really feel alive and loved. He cared about you deeply.
But all of the love and care he had to give shifted to another person. A girl who you thought was more beautiful than you, a girl who was so different from him that it could work, a girl who was everything you weren’t. Maybe that’s what he wanted after all.
While you were hurt that your friendship faded to casual, meaningless nods in the hallways, you knew there was nothing you could do about it. If you confronted him about the way he was acting, you’d come off as jealous. You were but you didn’t want everyone else to think so. You’d rather bottle it up than confront someone you care about, possibly hurting their feelings. It was wrong and wasn’t fair to you, but it was the road you decided to take.
Sitting in your normal spot underneath the oak tree that shaded all of the picnic tables, you spotted them. They were sitting together at their own table, smiling and laughing. Jughead just said something funny and undoubtedly witty, causing Betty to roar with laughter. His arm was around her shoulders and she leaned into him with a grin. He kissed her head and let her eat some of the chips he was snacking on. It hurt you to see how happy they were together.
“You alright?” Val asked when she sat by your side with her music notebook. The two of you sat together at lunch most days because you not only enjoyed one another’s company but because you were both quiet. It gave her a chance to work on her music and you a chance to read and observe the other students at school.
Nodding your head, you closed your book and looked at her. “I’ll be fine,” you told her. It didn’t convince her in the slightest but she knew better than to pry. If you were willing to speak up about something, you would.
“I heard them arguing in the student lounge earlier,” she informed you while retracing some faded eighth notes. “I don’t know what it was about but Betty seemed pretty mad at Jughead.”
Request:omg u should do a bellamy x reader where the reader is pregnant but bellamy doesn’t know and they broke up (u can decide the reason) and after years they come across each other and he sees her w a kid and a guy (her bff but he doesn’t know) and gets super jealous bc he still loves her, they fight, and then she finally tells him that the kid is his as happily ever after (PLEASE DONT DO AU) thankyou so much!!
It’s funny how life works. Everything has an odd way of connecting itself together, almost as if it’s meant to be. Sometimes it’s too uncanny to be a coincidence. You walk through the forest, your mind travelling to Bellamy - your past love.
The last time you had seen him, a massive fight had broken out between the two of you.
It was no one’s fault, really. The two of you were just under too much stress after Mount Weather and it had all been piling up until one day, two years ago, you both exploded.
It was about nothing and it was about everything.
Well I mean he's right there's nothing Sakura can do right now, he's just being blunt
Naruto, they're a burden, you should have just left them to die
Sasuke is right, they have to save the world even if it hurts him so much to make that choice :( / Sasuke's lying, he just doesn't want Kaguya to see that he cares about Sakura so she won't attack her! / He's just tsundere!
But thanks to that [the vest] I made it. But not you. I did it on my own.
OMG HE CAUGHT HER AND THANKED ~HER~ THEY'RE CANON THEY'RE CANON
Did you thank Sakura and Obito for saving you?
Who gives a shit just focus on the goddess trying to kill everyone
Aw he's such a tsundere :)
Sasuke! Save Sakura!
....... -no intention to save her-
-Kakashi saves Sakura-
What the fuck how did HE get Susanoo?! A perfect one at that!
GODDAMN IT KAKASHI STOP COCKBLOCKING SASUKE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO UPSET STOP SAVING HIS WAIFU FOR HIM!!!! THAT WAS HIS MOMENT!!!
I love you! Maybe romantically or platonically idk, which one Kishimoto-sama?
GOD you're annoying, I'm going to trap you in an illusion where I kill you so you'll shut up
HE ONLY DID IT BECAUSE HE'S TSUNDERE AND IN A DARK PLACE SO IT DOESN'T COUNT!! / HE DID IT TO SAVE HER BECAUSE HE'S WORRIED SHE'D GET HURT!
She just wanted to save you, she's not even interested in going out with you anymore
Shut the fuck up Kakashi you don't know shit
What, is she having fun daydreaming about love? I just don't care about her love for me, I never have and she should have stopped a long time ago because I've NEVER been interested
He's lying! He's just being tsundere again! / HE'S IN A DARK PLACE IT DOESN'T COUNT!!! / HE JUST WANTS HER TO HATE HIM TO PROTECT HER CAN'T YOU SEE, GOSH YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID KISHIMOTO HAS BEEN HINTING AT IT!
Naruto, you're the only person I care about so that's why I have to kill you, you're my best friend, my only bond
OMG HE THINKS OF SAKURA AS HIS WAIFU!
-flashbacks of Team 7-
OMG HE'S THINKING ABOUT HER! THEY'RE CAN-
I think of Team 7, Sakura included, as a FAMILY
HE'S LYING! / WELL DUH! WIVES ARE A PART OF YOUR FAMILY! HE DIDN'T MEAN PLATONICALLY OBVIOUSLY! SASUSAKU IS CANON!