repay in kind

#HeartsForSean Project

Recently, as many of you know, Sean has been inactive for the past couple days. This is because of the video he made entitled “Let’s Talk” that talked about the controversy on Felix being Anti-Semitic. This video had a lot of backlash that made Sean regret making it and in turn has been very inactive on his social media accounts. I, personally, am very worried and want to help Sean in some way. 

Me and @midnight-ray have decided to create this project on behalf of the JSE community. Our goal is to uplift Sean with as much support and positivty as we can. We want to bring the community into this project and give back to Sean the love and care he’s had for us since day one of doing YouTube. We want to repay Sean with the kindness and respect he deserves.

How You Can Help:

- Post a picture (or record a video) of you holding a heart (preferably green)  with a supportive statement to Sean 

           (If you have a Sam plushie, you can include them in the picture!)

- Tell the community how you found Sean (If you’re posting a picture, type your story. If you’re recording a video, tell it!) and how he has affected you 

- Tag 10 people you found through Sean’s channel in your post

- End the post with the hashtag: #HeartsForSean #jacksepticeye

- Reblog this project! :D

Example post:

http://midnight-ray.tumblr.com/post/157513041142/example-post-for-hfs

  • Peridot: *has always been driven by her curiosity and love of being knowledgeable about things and had been loyal to homeworld mainly because they told her she was worthless but that they could make her a little less worthless and they also made her believe they respected her intellect. after meeting the crystal gems Peridot discovers what it really feels like to matter and later learned that not only did homeworld not care about her, they also didn't care about her intellectual input either. now finding herself in a new world on a new planet, Peridot, free of her ties to homeworld, delights in exploring every newfound intellectual inch of what the earth has to offer, in addition to her own emotional side and new sense of individuality. making a new friend in Lapis, Peridot explores what it really means for them to be gems on earth*
  • Lapis: *after living a life of stagnation and helplessness, Lapis is moved by Steven's act of genuine kindness in freeing and then healing her. she attempts to repay that kindness in saving his life, but in doing so discovers that she has a shocking amount of rage built up inside of her that she was ashamed to realize she enjoyed venting. terrified of her own actions and what was inside her, she tries to distance herself from everybody until Steven tells her that who she was and what she's done isn't who she can be and what she can still do, and that the earth can be her new home, not her new prison. inspired by Steven, Lapis decides to make a conscious effort to try and love the earth and change into a more positive, better version of herself. making a new friend in Peridot, Lapis tests her newfound resolve with coming to terms with the reality that anybody can change, even Peridot, and even herself*
  • Fandom: what is this bullshit writing? bring back the old Lapis and Peridot!
Yona ch.139 spoilers

Akatsuki no Yona chapter 139 “In the mud” summary with pics

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Today’s excellent character of the day is Kujo Josefumi from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure!

Josefumi has done nothing wrong, ever. For real! Even Kira says it! He feels indebted to Kira and Holy Yoshikage for saving his life so many years ago, and he’s determined to repay them in kind. He’s only nineteen years old, and he may have gotten in way over his head, but he just wanted to do right by his own saviors. He’s absolutely selfless where it counts, even going so far as to sacrifice his life to save Kira’s. Are you crying right now? I’m crying right now. Keep on being excellent, Josefumi!

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran/V reacting to an s/o who is a new artist who is becoming a bit popular because they write their own songs and are good at singing/dancing? like~ they're just walking together and someone asks for an autograph and s/o is shook because that's the first time that's happened? [Anon!Chuuni]

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Zen:

  • Zen liked to do impromptu shows in the park or on a random street
  • Since you sang and danced a little too, you often joined him
  • It became a sort of tradition
  • On days when he couldn’t make it, you still went and sang some of your own songs
  • Turns out they started circulating around the internet
  • One day you and Zen were walking together and someone screeched
  • They started to come up to you both
  • Zen takes a step forward, as this usually happens when he encounters a fan for an autograph
  • But….the person actually wanted your autograph
  • While Zen is really embarrassed for his assumption, he was super proud of you
  • Won’t stop talking about the incident
  • You guys become a super cool music duo

Yoosung:

  • You only sang in the house
  • He loved your voice and he really thought you had potential
  • When you showed him some songs you had written, he knew you would be a hit
  • So he finally convinced you to upload them to youtube
  • You both forgot about it for awhile
  • Until one day you’re walking in the mall and someone squeals really loudly
  • When a group of kids come up to you for an autograph, he’s so proud
  • He stands off to the side, watching you get the attention you deserve
  • But also gets super tense when a group of guys get a bit too friendly with you
  • Bodyguard Yoosung lolol

Jaehee:

  • She’s trying to come up with new ideas to liven up the cafe
  • When you mention that you sing and dance, she asks if you’d do some live shows
  • You agree, and you come every week
  • You start building up quite an audience in the cafe
  • You don’t know how big until regular customers start asking you for an autograph when you’re just visiting
  • Jaehee is super thankful to you since her business is going up
  • But more so, she’s really happy that she was able to give you the opportunity
  • It was a small way to repay you for all the kindness you showered on her

Jumin:

  • Music and dance was a sort of hobby for you
  • You weren’t that serious about it as a career
  • So you just post a few videos on social media
  • Jumin hears you around the house and offers to connect you with an agent, but you refuse
  • You’re on one of your dates in a fancy restaurant
  • Everything is going well, until the waiter starts fangirling
  • They ask you for your autograph
  • Both you and Jumin are stunned for awhile after the ordeal
  • But then Jumin starts showering you with compliments
  • “See, I’m not the only one who sees how talented you are.”
  • He supports you either way, but still leaves the offer open for getting you into the music business


Seven:

  • You had only just started singing in front of him
  • He usually doesn’t react other than the usual compliment
  • But when you’re not looking, he’ll record you singing your own songs
  • He uses his skills and gets them viral on social media without you knowing
  • Nothing happens until he takes you out to an aquarium for your weekly date
  • A bunch of people keep coming up to you for autographs
  • You turn to him and ask how this happened
  • He shrugs innocently and says the neighbors must’ve recorded you or something
  • “You live in a soundproof bunk in the middle of nowhere!”
  • He never admits to getting you famous, but is really happy whenever people compliment you on your talent

Saeran:

  • Music was more than a hobby for you
  • You actually put effort into your songs and uploading them online frequently
  • You had a small audience, but not more than a few people
  • Saeran had noticed how much effort you put into it and how talented you were
  • Behind the scenes, he uses his hacking skills to spread you around a little more 
  • He leaves it at that though
  • A few months later, you two are walking in a grocery store
  • Someone in the aisle keeps staring at you strange
  • Saeran finally calls them out for it, but they admit they just want your autograph
  • You’re really shocked, but somehow manage to push through and greet them
  • Saeran watches from the side really happy that you’re finally making your way towards you ambitions

V:

  • You found that his photographs really inspired you musically
  • You would often write songs based on them
  • He loved them so much that he asked you to sing them at his exhibits
  • This became a regular thing
  • One day he forgot his lunch
  • So you decide to bring it before he meets with some client or another
  • The client comes just as you’re leaving and stops you
  • He asks for you to autograph some of V’s photos (since they were your muse)
  • You’re really shocked and almost refuse as you don’t think you did much
  • V is grinning away on the side, happy that your talent is being seen by others 

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Why Robert E.O. Speedwagon deserves your love

So today I found myself writing a fucking essay on Speedwagon. Please enjoy.

I feel like people never really- and I mean really- talk about just how strong Speedwagon’s connection to the Joestars is. And it all started because Jonathan Joestar didn’t kick him as hard as he could have.

I’ve always gotten the impression that Jonathan was one of the first people to show Speedwagon genuine kindness; it’s even more meaningful when you realize that Speedwagon initially stereotyped Jonathan as a dumb rich kid. But Jonathan not only held back against Speedwagon when they fought, he stated that his reason for doing so was because he understood that Speedwagon had a family who would mourn his death. Jonathan didn’t want to put them through the same sadness that he himself was going through. In an era where classism was at its highest, a nobleman acknowledged that a street crook had loved ones and had just as much a right to live as he did.

I think that just completely blew Speedwagon’s fucking mind.

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anonymous asked:

In your point of view, what made Bellamy fall in love with Clarke Griffin?

The short and obvious answer here is “who she is,” but I highly doubt you came here for that, nonny, so let’s go through this shit moment by moment.  (And this is less “what made him fall in love” and more “the evolution of Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke from his standpoint” because that’s something I can unpack for days, and also it is easier to talk about because “what makes someone love someone else” is a very ephemeral thing and hard to parse).

1) Mercy-killing Atom.  I don’t think he fell in love with her then, but Clarke’s willingness to do what he couldn’t– even though he knew it was necessary– completely upended Bellamy’s preconceptions of Clarke Griffin: Privileged Princess.  That had to happen for him to fall in love with her, and the look on his face (awe, sadness, confusion) is fucking epic.

2) The shooting lesson in Day Trip.  That’s the moment where you see Bellamy be like “oh shit she’s pretty oh shit oh shit oh shit.”  It’s really him being aware of being attracted to her, even if he doesn’t really follow through on it.  Not love yet though, I don’t think.  But Feelings + Attraction.

3) The moment under the tree in Day Trip, obviously.  Bellamy getting forgiveness he doesn’t think he deserves and Clarke being there for him at his lowest– that’s a pretty fucking key moment in their relationship, because Bellamy is used to being the one giving emotional support.  Receiving it from someone else, especially someone he values as much as Clarke, was clearly a game changer for him.

4) Literally every time Clarke checks in with him in season one on leadership decisions.  She’s showing her trust in him and his decisions and for Bellamy that is a sign of enormous respect.  He repays her in kind by trying to shield her from any negative fallout, like when he tells her she doesn’t have to be there for Lincoln’s torture.  She shows him she values him so he shows her how much he values her.  God, these two.

5) The Hug in 205.  Up until that point, I don’t think Bellamy had really thought about what Clarke meant to him.  It was just instinctive– I need her and therefore I will protect her/do my best to find her/do my best to lead our people the way she did.  He had a few moments of “oh god she’s pretty” in Day Trip and Unity Day, but I think it took Clarke tearing across the camp and jumping into his arms for him to be like oh yes you are my Person.  Mostly because I don’t think he realized that her feelings for him were just as strong until that moment, and he’s very much a Conceal Don’t Feel person.

6) I can’t lose you too.  It’s a reprise of the Hug, but this time it’s verbal and it’s Clarke saying I just lost someone I love and I am putting you on that level.  It’s an explicit acknowledgment of how important he is to Clarke and he can’t even look her in the eye afterwards.

7) I was being weak.  This is a step back for Bellamy, because I think this is the moment he put his Clarke Feelings on hold.  He’d been tentatively getting used to acknowledging that he cared about her a lot more than he cared about any one else, and while I don’t think he was planning on saying anything about it (especially not after Finn) I think he was mentally preparing himself to be in the “I am in love with Clarke and she loves me but not like that” feelings area.  But then Clarke basically says “no, actually your life is totally expendable to me” and so he’s like BACK INTO THE BOX THESE FEELINGS GO NEVER TO BE SPOKEN OF AGAIN.

8) Of course, those feelings are like, constantly lurking under the surface and breaking through for the rest of season two, like when he smiles at the sound of her voice or decides to help her commit mass murder to save their people or tries desperately to convince her not to leave him alone.  But he’s officially Not Talking About It.

9) The moment when Bellamy decides to infiltrate an enemy army because he cannot stand the thought of Clarke being in danger not one more second.  I think seeing her tied up was the moment his heart went “yeah remember how you were Not Dealing With These Feelings?  They’re baaaaaaack.”  He just completely gives in to how much he loves her and touches her face with wonder and then when he loses her again he just snaps.  

10) The fight in Arkadia when Clarke comes back after the massacre.  I think this is the moment where he’s just completely given up, both in terms of fighting his feelings and in terms of thinking they could ever be reciprocated.  Which is not to say that he’s upset with her for not reciprocating them– he’s mad about a whole lot of other things but definitely not that– but just that he’s dealing with about 400 different feelings at that point and all of them are negative.  He knows he loves Clarke and he knows he chose her over Gina and that resulted in Gina dying, and he “knows” that Clarke doesn’t feel anywhere near as strongly about him as he does about her (this is a misperception on his part, but an understandable one) and he knows he needs Clarke to center him and he “knows” she doesn’t (again: not true, but I get why he would think that).  He’s legitimately angry with Clarke for leaving him behind to deal with the fallout from Mount Weather alone, which is completely separate from his romantic feelings for her, but that compounds how awful everything is for him right then.  It’s a sad moment, but I think it was a very clarifying one for Bellamy.  He loves her and she left him and everything fucking hurts.

11) The Beach Hug.  This is another clarifying moment, because Bellamy realizes he can let go of his anger towards Clarke.  He’s never had the ability to choose to forgive someone, remember, because his whole world before about six months ago was his mom and his sister and no one else.  He always had to forgive the Blake women because he loved them and they were his family and that’s what family does, but Clarke presented a new challenge: someone he loves who hurt him, but whom he has the choice to forgive.  If he wants to never speak to Clarke again, well, it’ll be difficult, but he could do it.  He could nurse that grudge until the end of time if he wanted, but he decides he doesn’t.  He chooses to love her even though she hurt him, and I think this is when we shift back to 2B Bellamy: In Love, But Not Talking About That, and we stay with that Bellamy through the rest of the third season.

12) The List.  I think this the moment where he came closest (so far) to admitting to Clarke that he loves-with-a-capital-L her.  He’s so gentle with her even when refusing to let her win the argument, and it’s just so clear that he doesn’t see the point in living in a world without her.  But he didn’t say anything, and I suspect it is for two reasons: 1) out of respect for Clarke’s feelings (he knows she was in love with someone else who just died) and 2) because he doesn’t see the point in saying anything.  He thinks the world is ending, and if Clarke isn’t ready to hear I love you from him he’s not going to say it.  It’s enough for him that he knows it, at least for now.

Okay, so in summary: it’s hard to say exactly when Bellamy fell in love with Clarke, but I think it happened at some point in late season one and he officially started to realize it in mid-season two, shortly before Finn died.  He shoved those feelings back where they came from (or so help me) until early season three, but when he actually admitted those feelings to himself it was when he was in a very dark and bitter place.  I think he has finally made his peace with those feelings, and as of now (404) I think Bellamy would say “Yes, I love Clarke Griffin but I can go to my death without telling her so.”  

From the ancient Greek slave and storyteller, Aesop, to the ceiling of the DPL, in fresco-

A Lion was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face. Rising up angrily, he caught her and was about to kill her, when the Mouse piteously entreated, saying:  "If you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness.“  The Lion laughed and let her go.  It happened shortly after this that the Lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him by strong ropes to the ground.  The Mouse, recognizing his roar, came and gnawed the rope with her teeth and set him free, exclaiming, “You see, even a mouse can help a Lion.” (No kindness is too small) 

 The Lion and the Mouse

Ceiling fresco The Detroit Public Library, 2/9/17

Split toned

#8x10 gelatin silver contact print

Marco Lorenzetti

Starters: Samurai Jack

❝ What sorcery is this? ❞  

❝ You have lost. The battle is over.  ❞  

❝ WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?  ❞

❝ These tricks are starting to annoy me.  ❞  

❝ I am not defeated, and I will hold my ground. ❞

❝ Then come get me. ❞

❝ Seeing as I’m a sportsman, I’ll give you a moment to recuperate. ❞

❝ We are in no condition to fight these odds. ❞

❝ I fear no man. ❞

❝ At last, after all these years, a worthy opponent. ❞

❝ Enough of this pointless battle. I will continue to fight you no more. ❞

❝ Warrior, rise! I must defeat you honorably! ❞

❝ My mission is noble, my heart is pure. ❞

❝ Who are you, and why did you help me? ❞

❝ You’re not the grateful kind, are you? ❞

❝ I did not mean to insult you. ❞

❝ How incredibly observant you are. ❞

❝ Your word play will not trick me, villain! ❞

❝ See what I mean? ❞  

❝ There are other ways to get home. ❞

❝ High-Five. ❞

❝ We have come to destroy you. ❞

❝ You arrive not a moment too soon. ❞

❝ I have no need for treasure. ❞

❝ I wish I could repay your kindness. ❞

❝ I am forever in your debt. ❞

❝ I humbly request your permission to use this great power. ❞

❝ By what right do you deny me? ❞

❝ Ain’t gonna happen. ❞

❝ Excuse me, I need to take your clothes. ❞

❝ You were prepared for sacrifice. I was not. ❞

❝ I suggest we waste no time crying then. ❞

❝ Seems we must find an alternate way out. ❞

❝ In the future, my strength will surpass yours! ❞

❝ What brings you to such bitter lands? ❞

❝ Time to end it, don’t you think? ❞

❝ I’ll find a way. I always have. ❞

❝ And so I journey on. ❞

❝ I have a bad feeling about this. ❞

❝ I won’t spend an eternity in this forsaken time! ❞

❝ Looking for a seat? ❞

❝ I’m gonna make a lot of money cashin’ in on your hide. ❞

❝ It seems so familiar, this place… ❞

❝ You have not yet earned the right to face my blade. ❞    

❝ Why do I have this feeling that I am being followed when I know it to not be true? ❞

❝ Your efforts are in vain again. ❞

❝ Please…help me…I beg you… ❞

❝ What’s wrong, friend? ❞

❝ You have insulted my footwear. My sandals don’t like to be laughed at. ❞

❝ At the fork in the road, follow the rocky path. ❞

❝ Aren’t you a little short for a demonic minion? ❞

❝ I will put a hurting on you, slave. ❞

❝ It’s more than a touch or a word we say. ❞

❝ I’m gonna tear you up into little shreds, and then I’m gonna take those shreds and tear them up into little shreds. ❞

❝ I am not intimidated by your shouting. ❞ 

Mrs. Agreste and Mr. Agreste Get a Divorce: a Drabble

She didn’t dislike rescuing her husband. In fact, it was a joy to pull him out of out of the wrecked car, and fly him to the top of a nearby roof. Adele would take a secret pleasure, hearing him gripe about being stranding for a few hours at dinner.

The woman set the young designer down, gave him a very standard ‘I saved your life’ superhero grin and placed her hands on her hips, but before she could give him a witty goodbye, her husband spoke.

“Would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Paon blinked, and slowly turned back to look at her husband. His looked at her with a charming expression, and she felt her blood run cold.

“I mean,” He added, sounding sheepish, “You’ve rescued me a few times now, and I’d love to repay you for your kindness.”

She clasped her hands behind her back, something she’d never do in her normal life, but she’d seen Gabriel do it a thousand times, and knew the effect it would have on him. Still, she dug her nails into her palm.

“There’s no need to repay me.” She said, with a pointed frown, “Besides, aren’t you a newlywed, Mr. Agreste?”

“I didn’t say I needed to repay you, miss. I said that I more than want to take you out to dinner.” He clicked his tongue, and grinned, “As for my wife, I can assure you, she won’t mind.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she wanted to scream. Her hands dropped to her sides, “Well, that’s quite the relationship you have with her.”

“It’s an open relationship.” He shot her a meaningful look, “I did tell her I was going to ask you to dinner the next time I saw you.”

I will murder you, Gabriel Alexander Agreste. She pressed her lips together. “I see. And she was okay with that?”

“Oh,” His mouth formed a hesitant line, despite the fire in eyes blue eyes, “She was more than okay. In fact, she suggested a three-way, if things went well after dinner. I know—very forward of her, but—”

She did not hear the rest of what he was saying, because her fist collided with his nose. By her superheroine standards, it was a ‘boop’, but Gabriel staggered back regardless, clutching his nose.

Adele couldn’t stop shaking, under her suit. She wondered how she had been so wrong about her husband, or if she had just willfully ignored this behavior up until this point. “Y-you have a wife, w-who loves you to edge of the galaxy and back, and you, heart and soul, do not deserve her, Gabriel Agreste.”

He straightened his spine and looked back at her, and immediately blanched at the woman crying in front of him. “No, no, no. Adele, please don’t cry, oh my god, I’m so sorry.” His hands reached out towards her. “I’m so sorry! I thought you’d find this hilarious!”

Her thoughts turned to confusion, and then she blinked at him, “You knew?”

He grimaced “Obviously I knew. I wouldn’t seduce anyone but you, Adele. Jesus.” The man prodded his nose. “You broke my nose, honey.”

She chuckled, “Well, Mr. Agreste, I’m very sorry. Can I make it up to you with dinner? If you wife doesn’t mind, we could go out on Saturday.”

“Sure, sure.” He nodded, vaguely aware of the women as she flew away.

Pink Tea

Summary: Levi actually doesn`t like black tea very much. [Canonverse}

AO3 Version: Pink Tea

It was a known fact that Captain Levi enjoyed tea, some even thought his entire diet consisted of it. Because he liked tea, everyone who liked the Captain made it for him, in order to impress him and gain his praises, but they never did, it was always `thanks` in that flat tone of his that always insinuated `it`s not very good, try again`. Little did they know it wasn`t because they`d steeped it too long or used the wrong blend, or even the wrong tea cup, but because they all assumed Levi liked his tea black and bitter.

Levi loathed straight black tea, despite popular belief, and whenever someone made him a cup he`d make sure add about a hundred spoonfuls of sugar to it. It`s why no one ever saw him preparing his own tea, or drinking it after they`d served it to him, what would they think if they saw their war hardened Captain pouring all that sugar into his tea because he couldn`t have it black?

Drinking black tea in a plain white mug was manlier than sweet tea with lots of cream in his favorite baby blue tea cup, and he had an image to uphold. It was like if he asked for strawberry milk instead of a beer, like choosing a unicorn over a horse, you just didn`t do it. So Levi kept his little sweet tooth secret, never would anyone see him pouring half the bag of sugar into his tea, or the fact that the tea in the black tea tin was actually his favorite rose blend.

He`d sit up in his office, choose one of his favorite tea sets and drink his feminine choice in drink in peace, it`s where he thought he was completely safe from prying eyes and mocking gazes. He liked having his fluffy quilt of cotton and floral fabric, an old one he`d found, but was able to mend himself, and a good book, particularly romance novels where one couldn`t be with the other due to their age difference but somehow they would love one another anyway and live happily ever after.

No one ever dared disturb him during this time, everyone around knew they were his designated relaxation hours. Everyone who`d been with him for long enough knew that, everyone except Eren. Eren who looked up to him the most, Eren who would lose all respect for him if he knew how soft his Captain really was, Eren who never fucking knocked before coming in.

“Captain! I was looking all over for… you.” Eren shouted coming in, only to pause at the scene before him. Captain Levi curled up in his way too big desk chair bundled up in a rose patterned blanket that seemed to swallow him whole, a book with a romantic title, “To Love Him Is Wrong, But I Cannot Bring Myself To Be Right”, and was that two guys on the cover? But most of all he had a well made, pearly pink, china tea set with cherry blossoms and rosy branches painted all over it and a tea cup full of creamy looking peach colored tea, definitely not the dark black he usually drank.

“Captain what are you…?”

Levi looked like a cross between furious, embarrassed and ready to cry.

“You`re so…”

Here it comes, he`s going to cut into his ass and never respect him again. Levi would have to beat him harder than he had at the tribunal to get him to take him seriously ever again.

“Cute!”

What?

“Wow, seriously sir, you`re just adorable if you don`t mind me saying so!” Eren squealed, holding his own face in his hands. Levi blinked, technically, this was what he`d been dreading, to be seen in a soft, weak light, but… it didn`t feel so bad with Eren doing it.

“Is that so?” Levi had to be sure, Eren nodded eagerly at the question.

“Mh! It`s awesome you can be cute like this but still kick ass!” The boy praised. Levi hadn`t ever thought of it that way, but still…

“Ahem, thank you Eren. But you can`t say anything about this okay?” Levi said, Eren looked confused for a moment, like he wanted to ask questions, but then understanding filled his green orbs instead.

It looked like Eren was going to give him some lecture about pride or something so Levi shut him up quick, “It`s our special secret.” He whispered, immediately Eren`s face lit up like a Christmas tree, not just anyone got to know about the Captain`s special secrets so he must have really trusted Eren in particular! Aa, he wanted to brag about it but, if Levi trusted him to keep it a secret then he wouldn`t say a word.

“Yes sir! My lips are sealed!” Eren promised,

Levi had never been more relieved it was Eren who`d barged into his office.

Once Eren had found out about his little secret the boy had pestered him until he`d given him the recipe for his ideal tea, five spoons of sugar, three splashes of cream and use the rose blend on the top shelf of the pantry, and the shifter took it as his duty to prepare Levi`s tea from then on, because he knew Captain`s secret now so he could prepare what he liked, and Levi let him. Only because somehow the brat`s tea was a hundred times better than his own. When he made it, it was just sweet enough, always steeped to perfection, always had a creamy texture and was never gritty, sometimes he`d even put actual rose petals in for extra flavor.

No longer did Levi have to tiptoe about just to get a cup of tea, because Eren always seemed to know when he was craving it and would be at his door with a steaming pot ready for him. But it became more than tea too, he brought him warm sweaters, Captain always looks so cold in that blanket, new books, I didn`t know what you liked to read but this one has guys on the cover too, and kept him company.

Levi didn`t know how close they were becoming, how he would let Eren share his quilt because it was big enough for both of them, let Eren blush himself silly trying to read his romance books aloud, let the cadet lay his head on his lap when he got sleepy. And when he finally did notice, he didn`t mind as much as he should, at all really. He could admit it, if only to himself, he really liked Eren. In the kind of way his novels described, his heart would beat fast, his hands would sweat - disgusting - and he would feel light whenever he was near. Geez he really was turning into a girl wasn`t he?

Still, he should have guessed such bliss couldn`t last.

It had been another day, pretty slow in terms of training and such since there wasn`t anything urgent to learn so Eren had come to his office earlier than normal, baring his usual gifts of a large blanket and tea and cookies to share. Levi had looked up from his blasted paperwork to find the boy smiling down at him and he allowed himself a small one in return. He pushed his work aside, Eyebrows would get it when he finished dammit, and opened his arms to invite Eren over into the large chair like always. Eren had happily squeezed in next to him, draping the big blanket over their heads and shoulders and poured the two some of his delicious tea.

Right as they were settling in, Eren laying his head on Levi`s to read over his shoulder, they`d switched out romance novels for action/adventures, the door was flung open in a flurry of `I`m sorry for intruding` and bad undercuts. Oluo stood in the doorway bowing until he was almost in half and holding out more paperwork, seriously, more Erwin? Do your own damn paperwork! Straight out in front of him. Instead of jumping up Eren had pulled him closer protectively, not knowing who had been coming in at first and Levi sat completely still.

“F-forgive me sir! You weren`t answering your door so I…” Oluo had started up with his rambling apology and raised his head to do so properly, but he was met with the sight of Captain Levi looking terribly small wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket with… with the newbie! And what was with that tea? It was pink! Just what exactly was he seeing here!?

“What is all of this?” Oluo yelled, of course he bit his tongue in the process.

Eren`s eyes shot over to look at Levi who was still frozen with shock and looked ready to cry again, he had to do something to keep the Captain`s secret, as painful as this would be for him, he couldn`t let his Captain take this, it was time for him to repay all his kindness these past days.

“Ahem, this is all me.” Eren said seriously, his voice was really out of place in the fluffy scene. Levi shot him a look of disbelief but he didn`t stop, let me do this for you sir, he thought. “I… I like all this kind of stuff, and I dragged Captain into with me, and because he was kind he stayed, even though he doesn`t like this kind of thing at all!”

Oluo sneered at him, “Hah, should have known you were a weirdo, what are you some kind of girl? Hah! You`re lucky the Captain`s such a good man, I wouldn`t have let a rookie like you get away with it though, I`d-”

As Oluo continued to lecture Eren, Levi couldn`t tear his eyes away from him. This boy, with so little already, had taken such a hard blow to his pride, saved Levi from humiliation, without even being asked to. He was sitting through the harsh words hewas supposed to be getting, he was the one who liked all this, in fact, Eren was the one who liked his tea black without anything else between them. Eren had taken the bullet for him like it was nothing, he would have never imagined he cared that much.

“Enough Oluo.” Levi ordered, he couldn`t let this continue.

“But sir! He`s the one who dragged you into-”

“Hoh? Did I stutter? That was an order soldier.” He told the man darkly, and with a not manly at all squeak he scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him so Levi wouldn`t give chase.

After he`d left Eren let out a nervous laugh, “Haha, that was close wasn`t it sir?”

“Why did you do it Eren?” Levi cut in, why would anyone, no matter how close, take that kind of pain for another?

Eren`s eyes darted around uneasily as he let out another laugh.

“W-well I promised to keep your secret didn`t I? And I-”

“Eren. Don`t lie, what`s the real reason? Even if you were keeping my secret you didn`t have to take the blame.”

Eren sighed.

“I-I guess there`s no hiding it then huh?” … “I-I like you Captain.” The boy admitted, ah, Levi`s heart was skipping every other beat again.

“And because I like you, I had to protect you sir. Please forgive me for having these weird feelings for you!” Eren pleaded, he pulled the blanket they`d been sharing over his head further to hide himself completely from view.

Eren liked him. Eren liked him. He could feel not only a burning blush covering his cheeks, but a big - big for him that was - smile spreading on his face as he let out a breathy laugh, there was nothing really funny about it, but it was more of a relief kind of laugh. If Eren was weird, Levi supposed he was too right?

He wiggled his way under the blanket with Eren, even as he tried to shift away and hide more, and pulled him into a soft kiss that stopped his struggling instantly. Levi wasn`t very experienced, he just sort of, held their lips together, but Eren hummed contently and it felt good, really good, even if they weren`t doing anything. When he could bring himself to pull back a minute or so later he whispered to the boy,

“I like you too, Eren.”

Eren gaped when his lip fell away from his, his eyes growing impossibly larger - because they were already so big - at his superior`s confession. Levi was a bit nervous, maybe he had read his words wrong and Eren didn`t like him that way. Maybe Levi had made a comeplete fool of himself and really made Eren lose respect for him that no beating would restore.

But then Eren`s dropped jaw formed a smile, a happy, joyful smile, like Levi had promised him the world in just one confession.

The grin on Eren`s face made his own small smile grow just that much more as the kid pulled him into a bear hug and laughed like he`d heard the funniest thing in the world. His laughter was deep and contagious and Levi started laughing too, his lighter, quieter giggles mixing with Eren`s well.

What were they even doing? Giggling like two teenagers - technically one of them was - underneath a blanket like it was their own little world. But Levi didn`t care, for once in a long, long time, he was just happy. The two eventually calmed down enough to form words, Eren`s first ones were thanking him for accepting his feelings. Speaking of thanks, now that they were technically together he could…

“Eren, I want to thank you for saving me before.” Levi said lowly, shifting himself closer to Eren`s lap. Eren looked at him strangely, reminding him he`d already said that. Sigh, this brat had no idea how to take hints did he? Figures he would fall for someone like that.

“No, I want to… repay your kindness Eren.” Levi purred, taking the boy`s face in his hands as it finally clicked for him, you could practically hear it.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mmhm, would you like that Eren?”

Eren nodded.

Taking that as the approval he needed, Levi pulled the blanket away from their heads and let it fall to the floor. Eren laid back on the plushy chair when Levi`s hands pushed him against it, using his shoulders as leverage to crawl over him and straddle his waist.

They looked at each other for a moment, breath quickening at what was to come, Eren made the first move with a noisy `gulp` and pulled Levi close by the small of his back with one hand and tilted his head forwards with the other, closing the gap between them second time. Eren was more forceful than Levi had been as he worked his lips against Levi own, loving the sound of his stuttering gasp when he dared dart his tongue out to slide across his plump bottom lip to coax them to part.

He let his hands wander down this body he`d admired for so long, caution slowly slipping from his mind, running along Levi`s back, his arms, his hips, before settling on his ass to give it a timid squeeze, causing Levi to let out a scandalized squeak, making the mistake of opening his mouth to let Eren enter it easily. Levi didn`t seem to understand at first, why his mouth was suddenly so hot, but he still moaned at the feeling of Eren tongue inside his mouth, against his own, rubbing against it and exploring every part it could reach.

Eren pulled back, Levi`s lips chasing after his as he did so, to tug at the Captain`s shirt, his implications clear. Levi blushed harder but lifted his arms so Eren could pull the cloth away. Eren`s hands instantly stroked his sides and grabbed at his hips, muttering to himself `so smooth` and `pretty, you`re very pretty sir` as he was captivated by the newly exposed skin. Levi felt flatter but, also cheated. Eren was still fully clothed…

“N-now you.” He insisted, trying to sound firm. Eren held back a smile, he was being shy again. Either way Eren obeyed, taking his shirt from the bottom hem and slipping it over his head confidently, though he did feel a bit exposed now since Levi was no longer the only one like this and was staring at him so intensely. Silver eyes roamed his chest and abs shamelessly, but his hands were a different story, hiding themselves deeper into his brown locks, too frightened to venture down.

“Hey, it`s okay, go ahead.” Eren encouraged, wanting Levi to feel free to touch him as he pleased, and to feel those hands on his body. Levi nodded a bit, mostly to himself and placed both hands on his chest, biting his lip in concentration. He stayed in that position, unsure of what to do next, Eren couldn`t help himself as he reached out to cup his face with his hands.

“You`re so cute Captain, please do as you wish with me.” He cooed, Levi looked up at him through his black lashes, flushing at the compliment, before letting his own hands wander as Eren`s had been, carving out all the harsh edges and dips in his muscles, getting startled whenever Eren couldn`t hold back a shudder. Levi let his fingers trail back up over Eren`s body, tickling the back of his neck and… oh.

“Ah! Levi!” Eren gasped, Levi forced himself not to jump right off his lap in fright, he was nervous after all, but that passed all too quickly when Levi realized he was the one to make such a sound spill from Eren`s mouth so forcefully, it gave him quite the boost in his confidence and he boldly brushed the spot on the back of the brunet`s neck again, earning another loud pant.

It was something like a titan wasn`t it? The weak spot at the nape, and Eren was a titan too so… it made sense didn`t it? Idly Levi thought of Hanji having an out right fit at the information, but she wouldn`t be getting it, Levi decided this would be his own secret as he kept rubbing Eren`s nape, he was the only one who was going to know exactly what Eren liked. He felt like he had some kind of special position by knowing it, and he was selfish so he wouldn`t be letting anyone else find out.

“You like it, Eren?” The raven mumbled softly to the shifter, who had gone limp against his shoulder, shuddering every other second. He could feel him nod vigorously from where his head lied. To his surprise though, Eren pulled his head, and neck, away from Levi`s grasp suddenly. He shook his head, like he was trying yo convince himself, and told him,

“S-sir, I want to be gentle with you, but if you continue to do things like that… I don`t think I`ll be able to hold back.”

Levi blinked, then a blush took over his face when he realized what the cadet was implying.

“W-who said anything about that you idiot! Don`t get so ahead of yourself.” He hissed, Eren opened his mouth to apologize then, his eyes wide at the realization of his own statement and face looking a bit disappointed but Levi stopped him before he could say anything.

“B-but since, since I`m repaying you…”

Eren immediately perked up like some puppy. Tch. That was annoying.

“Don`t be so eager.”

Now he was a kicked puppy and Levi felt bad.

“Ahem, since I`m repaying you, please… do what you wish with me.” The captain forced out, repeating Eren`s own offer from earlier, looking away from Eren`s intense gaze as he took in what he was saying. But that`s all he was doing, just looking and damn it all if Levi wasn`t embarrassed enough already.

“Well? Say something you- AH!”

The moment he was fed up with the silence was the moment Eren pounced on him, pinning him to the desk in front of them - behind him? - and staring down at Levi with an animalistic glint in his vibrant green eyes. Levi`s silver slivers widened at the sudden, but slight, pain in his back from being slammed against hard wood.

“E-Eren-”

“I really tried holding back sir, but when you talk like that… Please forgive me for this.”

With that Eren dove forwards, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, almost crushing Levi in the process with his weight, and began to rock back and forth, rubbing their arousals together. Levi covered his mouth to muffled the girly noises that were spilling from him, his other gripping Eren`s back for dear life as the boy grinded onto him.

Eren wouldn`t slow down, going full force the moment he was upon him, panting harshly like a dog into his ear, mumbling things like `captain`s skin is so soft` and `your voice is so sweet sir, let me hear it more`. The desk protested at the constant rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, creaking it`s complaint loudly beneath them.

“Ah! Eren, Eren slow down,” Levi panted, becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of contact. Eren growled lowly, like it was the worst thing to pull away from Levi even for a second.

“No.” He told him.

At any other moment Levi would have been furious, but right then he couldn`t possibly think of anything other than Eren caging him against the desk as he grinded his back against the smooth wood. It felt like hours Levi lied there, just taking whatever Eren had left, he didn`t notice his own moans rising in pitch, coming at a faster frequency, didn`t feel Eren`s thrusts becoming erratic as his own hips bucked with a mind of their own.

“Mmh, mn, I-I`m- ah!” For the love of Maria he couldn`t even warn Eren he was about to-

“Eren!”

White spots danced across Levi`s tightly shut eyelids as he reached his high, Eren still frantically rubbing against him, before finding his own relief with a long groan, then plopping down onto Levi`s heaving form in exhaustion. They lay there, panting as they calmed down. Eren lifted his head from Levi chest to smile a dopey smile up at him, and Levi couldn`t do more than ruffle his brown locks lovingly in return.

He could chew him out for ruining two perfectly good pairs of uniform pants later.

  • cheryl: you've helped me at my brother's funeral
  • veronica: yeah sure
  • cheryl: which is why I want to repay your kindness
  • veronica: cheryl, there's no need for that
  • cheryl: save the "aw shucks" for betty
  • veronica: ...what...
  • cheryl: I'm granting you one wish veronica *sizes her up* nothing is off the table
  • veronica:
  • cheryl: including my body
  • veronica:
  • veronica: actually, there's one thing...

geekyowlet  asked:

Heeeeeeyyyyy, uh, Chara, the bridge is to the right. So, um, go to the right? Until you're at the bridge. You don't want to do something you'll regret. You don't deserve do to this to yourself, or to them. We all believe in you *gestures to the fandom*

*…
*I do not deserve this.
*They do not deserve this, either.
*I want to repay their kindness.
*But I am a constant reminder of what they lost.
*I cannot fill the hole in their hearts.
*However.
*I can get rid of the problem.

Blueberry Muffins || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Please write about a Reader that bakes to calm down, but lately she’s super stressed and bakes a lot and every time she gives Peter some of her muffins. He eventually notices her stress and comforts her. With a lot of Fluff please :D]]

time to work on more requests~ also my ask box is closed for requests since I have so many I have to catch up on ;w;

tags: {anonymous}

warnings: none

{{request status: closed}}

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For some odd reason, there was a strong scent of blueberry muffins detected in the air that spread throughout the hallways of Peter’s apartment complex.

This wasn’t to say that Peter was complaining or anything, since the scent was positively delicious to him, he just wasn’t sure how and why the smell of blueberry muffins baking started filling the air.

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Keep Me Safe {Sirius Black x Reader}

I just needed to write this short drabble thingy right now. Set during the first wizarding war. Fluff / Comfort

Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift

WARNINGS: None

Enjoy! @allertonn

xx


As the night had started to draw near, (Y/n)’s heart weighed heavily in her chest. The war was far from its end and what’s even worse, their number was diminishing dangerously fast. Friends and families were all in danger and almost everyone had distanced themselves, thinking that their former schoolmates could possibly be spies, all working together for the Dark Lord. They did not want to take the risk anymore and most of the people they knew had now either sacrificed their lives, never knowing the choking grief their loved ones suffered from; or were viciously murdered by Death Eaters who took pleasure in taking as many lives as they can.

Everyday, there was a pain to go through.

(Y/n) hastily wiped her tears and pushed herself to smile as she heard the door open. Her husband, Sirius Black, had just got home from another mission. He was more than exhausted and as soon as (Y/n) saw his lean figure appear from the doorway, she quickly assisted him and laid him down on the couch comfortably. She placed a pillow for his head to rest and was about to get him a glass of water when she felt him grab her wrist.

“Where you off to, love?” He asked, pulling her to sit down by his side. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

(Y/n) chuckled and allowed him to place a soft kiss on her lips and when he was about to pull away, she gave him another eager kiss to which he smiled to. It was always like this every day. He would come home tired and she would take care of him and although Sirius wished he could repay her kindness by helping her out, they both knew he was fighting for a better world for them to live in. Nonetheless, she did her best to make everything comfortable for him whenever he comes home especially during difficult missions like this. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him and kept him in her embrace, wishing it would keep him away from the daily harm he had to face out there.

Just close your eyes,
The sun is going down,

You’ll be alright,
No one can hurt you now,

Sirius kept his arm around her torso with a tight hold, thinking that if he let go of her, she will disappear just like the other people he had lost. He didn’t want her to leave the couch at all. He wanted her by his side where he can feel her body and skin, where he can hear her heartbeat, and where he can smell her scent. He never openly wept in front of everyone but now, he was not holding back. His tears fell down on her shirt while she tried to comfort him with words. He shivered in fear at the thought of losing her; his beloved wife who was preventing herself from crying as well. At times like these, one of them had to be strong enough for the other.

“I’m here for you, Sirius,” she soothed him, rubbing his back as he wept, “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll win this war together, alright? With James and Lily and Remus and Peter…We’ll all be there when You-Know-Who finally falls and then we’ll be like a family again…”

She kissed his forehead as he breathed in and out, trying to calm himself while still holding onto her tight. He buried his face into her sides and softly sobbed.

“I love you so much, (Y/n),” he said before looking up at her with tear stained cheeks.

“I love you too, Sirius. I won’t ever leave you,” she wiped his tears away with a promise before pulling him back into her embrace.

Come morning light,
You and I’ll be safe and sound.

A Spy Can’t Love - Elriel

AO3

Characters: Elain Archeron,  Lucien, Azriel

Timeline: ACOWAR AU

Place: Spring Court

Wordcount: 1210

Note: Before ACOWAR comes out, let’s do some Elriel fics. Dedicated to @propshophannah for getting us all into this. Edited prompt: “You’re secretly a spy and to keep me safe when things go downhill you have to break up with me and hope I don’t try and follow you” by @toxixpumpkin . Elain is taken to the Spring Court by Lucien without anyone else but Feyre. Might have part 2.

Elain Archeron did not know much about her sister after Feyre had been Remade, but she knew enough to see that Feyre was pretending to love the High Fae - High Lord - of the Spring Court. She knew, because that was what she had been doing too, to Lucien.

She had almost screamed when Lucien had called her his ‘mate’. She had no idea what Faes and their mates were supposed to do, but Lucien seemed to think that Elain was now in love with him and she could not say no. She had seen Lucien, the empty shell beyond his mask, the flinch when she stared too had; she had seen his bleak past and broken soul, and she could not say no. Not even when there was someone else.

That someone else was the reason she steeled her nerves and smiled at the Faes, at the people who she had thought as monsters and still did, except for maybe Feyre and him. She did not know his name, for the time spent with him were so short she dared not ask, but the way his shadows called to her light, the way he was always silent because he knew Elain was tired to talking and pretending…the way he understood her so well, it was more than enough to make up for his anonymity.

The first time they had met, Elain saw him hiding behind a grove of trees - the grove that she used as her safety place. She had known that he was there for a reason, an ulterior motive that was not admiring the Spring Court’s flora. But she had not ask, maybe because she thought she recognized him, or maybe because he had not either when she shuddered when she smelled Lucien’s scent on her clothes and heaved up her breakfast.

Most days she would kiss Lucien lightly and briefly, swallowing her revulsion and stilling her trembling hands as she asked for permission to go out. That place - the Spring Court - was her home now, but still she had to ask for permission to leave because the High Lord said so and Lucien would never go against him. Disgusted was putting it lightly.

Then she would walk past rows and rows of exotic flowers she could not name, their sweet scents too cloying, until she reached a grove of trees. The trees were huge, towering above her and blocking out the sunlight when she walked into the centre. She would throw up there, heaving out her breakfast, shaking so hard from fear of those Faes.

He would be there, always close by but unseeing, giving her the privacy she fought so hard to maintain. And always after, he would stand by her, his shadows hugging her because neither dared touch each other, Elain more so. And as much as she hated spending time anywhere close to a Fae, he was different. He knew his limits, he knew Elain wanted to be herself, to own herself, not to be tied to someone else because to a stupid mating bond. Elain knew he understood, because he never brought the topic up, the topic she wanted to close her ears and eyes to.

Softly, so softly she sometimes could not hear herself, she would whisper her fears, her disgust of Lucien and the High Lord, and the Faes who thought they should have sex just because they were mates. She would whisper her hopes and dreams; whisper her need to protect Feyre but wanting to be protected. She knew the dark Fae was there to spy on the Spring Court and she was wasting his time, but he would still stand there, patient and always listening.

She would suddenly want to prove herself to him, to earn his trust and time, to repay him for his kindness by giving him something worth it. She would want to be worth something, to mean something more than just a broken doll hiding behind a fake remade body; she would want to be like those flowers she used to grow, standing strong despite the cold winter winds and the scorching summer heat. But she could not - could not think about what Lucien and Tamlin were up to, what schemes Feyre was planning.

Every time it would end with them awkwardly leaving, her carefully stepping over her puke, knowing that it would be magically cleaned, either by the Spring Court’s magic or - she tried not to think about it - Azriel’s shadows. And him, just disappearing in a silent puff of smoke leaving behind faint wisps of shadows that would disappear too, under the sunlight of the Spring Court.

It would happen every few days, whenever Elain felt like she needed some air or time. Until she slipped.

Lucien was following her, though she did not realized, too wrapped up in her excitement to meet the dark Fae. She did noticed actually, felt someone following her, but dismissed it as her paranoia of living in a Fae mansion.

But then the wind shifted, and she smelled the scent of fallen leaves and cool wind, smelled fire, and she nearly freaked out. She buried that feeling, that scream, deep deep down, and turned around innocently, eyes wandering over the flowers like that was what she was there for, then falling on Lucien like she just noticed him.

She forced her eyes to widen in surprise, forced her lips to tug at the corners, as unwilling as she was to smile at him. She lifted her skirts daintily, as she half-skipped towards him. Then because she could not bring herself any closer, smiled at him in greeting and cocked her head.

Lucien only shook his head and left, a smile ghosting on his lips. Elain just stood there, her heart beating loud enough that she knew Lucien could hear - not because she was so, so scared, but because of his Fae ears. She prayed, prayed to whatever forgotten Gods and to whatever deities or objects the Faes worshipped that Lucien did not know about the mysterious Fae male waiting just so close behind.

When she was sure Lucien was gone, she ran, tore off her slippers and ran back into the mansions, ignoring the thorns that ripped her gown and tore her feet. She stormed into her room and grabbed the first pen and paper she could find, praying that neither were magicked to record words as she scribbled down her apology, her explanation, her loss and her love. She scribbled down in the loopy cursive that her mother had taught her, asking for forgiveness and telling him that she had no choice, and that Lucien was suspicious but she still loved him anyway and I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry and please don’t follow me, please leave, leave, leave.

And at the last second, she asked for his name, knowing how foolish she was asking for his reply after all of that. She left that piece of paper in a hole of one of the trees, praying that the Fae got it before Lucien or the High Lord did.

Days later, she was sitting in her room, directly above the trees when a paper flew in.

Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.

—Azriel

Yona ch.138 spoilers

Akatsuki no Yona chapter 138 “Disturbance” summary with pics

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Fingertips Between Us Chapter 3

Hnnnngh I’m sorry it took so long! I also apologize that its a little short. 

BUT. If you wanted angst, you got it!!!!


Chapter 3


Your eyes widened in horror. Of all people to offer you help, he was the least person you expected.

“Mr. Han…?” You whispered in disbelief

“Why…are you here?”

Mr.Han looks at you as if you were a bug. His tone is harsh and cold as he answers, “The head of this hospital is an associate of mine.”

You nod silently. Of course. He was here just by chance. You let the quiet take over again as your mind returns to its state of distress. A loan..yes you could take a loan-

“I’ll give you the $800,000.”

His voice cuts into you like a sharpened blade of ice. The words aren’t said with compassion or sympathy. They aren’t even said with a small bit of kindness.

“Excuse me?” You ask in disbelief. How did Mr.Han even know you needed that much?

As if he could hear your unanswered question, “I told you, the head of the hospital is an associate of mine.” His eyes roll with annoyance, as if he questioned how you could be so ignorant, which, he probably was.

But that doesn’t matter to you at the moment. “Mr.Han…thank you. I swear, I’ll do pay back. I’ll do anything to repay your kindness. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You breath, your shoulders trembling, full of relief.

“Ms. MC, I did not say I’d give it to you for free.”

You almost stop breathing. What?

Mr. Han sighs, “The $800,000…in exchange, I would like you to stop interfering with Jumin’s life.”

Instantly panic swells into your chest. What? Your knees grow weak, and just like your world, you crash to the stone hard floor of the hospital, your legs causing you to kneel. Leave…Jumin? Leave Jumin to save Akari? Be with Jumin…or let Akari die? Tears stream down your face, and you want to scream at Mr. Han in frustration.

“Jumin has a bright future ahead of him. Doing this helps achieve both our goals. You leave his life and save your niece.” Mr. Han speaks as if Akari’s life was something tradeable, as if it were simply an item on a shelf.

“Mr. Han…” A sob strangles your voice

And now you don’t care about keeping face or any formalities. Your life is coming undone before you.

“Please…please, please! I’ll do anything. I’ll work hard to become someone who won’t embarrass him. I’ll drop everything for him. So please…anything but that. Please don’t make me leave him” You plead desperately. Akari and Jumin…were you selfish for wanting both of them?

There’s no sign of emotion from Mr. Han besides the fact that he breaks eye contact off from you and lets silence steep in.

The only thing that fills it are your sobs.

Then, suddenly, a hand pats your shoulder gently, stopping to rest there. You look up questioningly, your hand covering your mouth to hold in sobs and tears still dropping from your eyes.

The doctor stares down at you pitifully. “Ms. MC…Akari doesn’t have a lot of time” He states, and your tears only fall harder.

You had to make a choice. Right here. Right now. Your heart is so heavy. The words that begin to fill your throat feel like bile. But there’s something else you feel. Of course you want to cry. You want to let the tears you’ve been holding back to spill. Your hands are shaking, your knees pressed against the cold floor. You stare at them silently. And in the next instant, you hands tremble no longer.

You rise your head up from the floor swiftly. Your lips are moving in a tremor, and you bite them hard to still them. You stare directly into Mr. Han’s eyes. You aren’t glaring at him, oh no. You hold your gaze, eyeing at his very soul

“Mr. Han. You have yourself a deal.”


Jumin sighed as he stepped off the airplane. Flipping open his cell phone, he winced at all your missed calls. The business meeting had taken much of his time, and he had rushed onto a plane to get back to you. He wanted to surprise you, but as he listened to your voicemails, uneasy began to take root in his stomach.

He quickly dialed your number as he stepped into a car. No answer. He tried again and again, the feeling in his stomach only growing as he neared the apartment.

“Welcome back Mr. Han. Is everything alright?” The security guards greet him as he enters through the lobby door.

Jumin ignores them, bypassing the formalities, heading right to the elevator.

By the time he’s at the penthouse door, his panic and fear are written all over his face.

The lights are out, and the moment he swings the front door open he stops in his tracks, lingering in the doorway. He stares at the door penthouse. It feels….cold.

Finally he takes a deep breath. Perhaps you were simply napping. As Jumin walks to the living room though, all thoughts of that leave his mind. Your coat is gone from the hanger, the slippers you left at the edge of the couch gone. Little traces of you erased.

“MC?” He calls out quietly, walking through the silent penthouse.

Elizabeth the Third is curled up on the couch, and at the sound of his voice, she purrs softly. Jumin walks into the bedroom that the two of you had shared. The bed is made perfectly. He runs to the closest, swinging the doors open. Your clothes are gone.

“No…” he whispers

And then he whirls around, opening the dresser, barging into the bathroom, desperate to find something. Anything of yours.

After he finds nothing, nothing at all, his eyes widen in horror. Quietly he stalks back into the bedroom, standing in the doorway. He looks at the wall just behind the large king bed. And his heart shatters.

Jumin notices it for the first time. The large portrait of the two of you that V took, is missing. The wall an empty reflection of his heart.

Sensing something wrong, the security guards fill into the penthouse. They stand a few feet away from Jumin, stopping in their tracks at the look on his face.

How do you console a man whose very existence is breaking? How do you comfort a man whose only loved once?

“Mr. Han-” One of the guards begin.

“Find her.” Jumin’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

“Excuse me?” Another guard asks, looking up from the floor.

“FIND HER.”

The words are raw, spoken through gritted teeth and clenched fists.

The guards escape from the penthouse instantly, the front door shutting behind them.

Jumin pulls his cellphone out of his suit pocket again. He dials your number again and again, and eventually his hand falls to the side, the cellphone on speaker as he rings over and over. His profile is hidden beneath his bangs and the darkness of the room. His other hand rests gently on his forehead, as if he was shading himself from the light.

Yes. That’s what he should have done the moment he met you. Shaded himself from the light. If he had known losing you would hurt this much, he would have very much prefered to stay in the dark.

The sound of something small hitting the floor is the only sound in the penthouse. Jumin’s face is still hidden both by his hand and bangs, but his shoulders tremble. More drops hit the floor, falling from the trail of water that escapes Jumin’s eyes.

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