should said something

I don't understand how people do it

How they find people who love them and want to spend their lives with them. My longest relationship was 6 and a half years. But Michael was different. I saw a future with him. But I was so wrong. This is the message I got from him this morning. How my day started. What I woke up to.

No I’m sorry Mel, you aren’t being silly at all, I should have said something but I needed a little time to think. You’ve been asking where I stand on us and I’ve been thinking, I just find it hard to say. Who would have thought I’d find it hard to say something. It’s not fair I keep dragging you along without a response and I apologise…
You’re a beautiful soul, warm and caring, fucking wicked in the bedroom and great fun to be around, it’s awesome to see you being who you are and getting things done considering the cards you’ve been dealt. The way you adore me is beautiful. I’ve grown to care for you a lot but I’m just not feeling that click, that chemistry, that burning passion you’re meant to feel when you fall in love with someone and it’d be selfish of me to keep this going without feeling the way you do. I’m deeply sorry I can find the courage to do this face to face but I think we should stop seeing each other.
You deserve someone who loves you the way you do me, not me dragging you along without giving you what you need.
I am truly sorry Mel and hope you find someone who can give to you like you give me.
I’m sorry.


I’m NEVER going to find that person. I’m 38 years old. I have 3 kids. How the fuck am I meant to find that person? I thought I’d found him. I thought we had something amazing. I wanted it all with him. I saw a future with him. And until I woke up this morning, I had no fucking clue that I was so fucking wrong about what I felt. How can I ever trust my gut again? How do I move on from this? I’ll never be good enough.

I don’t want things to change between us. I was so happy.

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jake peralta doing IT for/because of amy santiago

  • allura: i'm cold
  • shiro: here, have my jacket
  • lance: hey, i'm cold too
  • keith: what? [taking off jacket] i told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now [piling scarves on lance] now look, ive got to make sure you don't FREEZE to death and [taking somebody else's hat] how long have you been cold you should've said something sooner,

Sometimes I think it’s weird that Zenyatta is as young as he is, cause he always seems so much more mature than you’d think a 20 year old would be, but then I see his emotes and

Originally posted by mirodis

  • Akutagawa: *texting* Why are you throwing rocks at my window? Use your phone!
  • Atsushi: Oh right, sorry lol
  • Akutagawa: Did you juST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW!?

Laurens: Man, I’m cold…

Lafayette : Oh here, have my jacket.

Alexander:Yeah, I’m pretty cold too

Thomas: What!? [Taking off jacket] I told you to bring more layers, but, of course, you didn’t listen! [Piling scarves on top of Alexander]

Alexander: Wait! Thom-MPH!!!

Thomas: And now look, I’ve got to make sure YOU don’t FREEZE TO DEATH! [taking somebody else’s hat] And how long have you been cold!? You should’ve said something sooner, you idiotic
ass-hole!

Lafayette and Laurens: … o.O

Fake Girlfriend 4 || Dan Howell

A/N: The response to part 3 was just overwhelming! thanky ou so much 💕

THIS IS THE FINAL PART!

Word Count: 1.5K 

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Originally posted by salaiiinspire

“I wasn’t acting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She actually wanted to kiss me? My eyes widened as I intensively looked at her. My heart was suddenly racing. Y/N stopped staring at her feet and our gazes met. Her eyes spoke of surprise just like mine did. We just stood there in the middle of the woods, our faces cold and hands sweating. The girl in front of me with the cute red nose was the same one I used to fight with whenever we met. I used to despise her and my hate was returned. So, what happened to us?  Because right at that moment I longed to kiss her sweet pink lips even if it were the last thing that I did.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve probably said something but all I could think about was kissing her. I moved closer to her, leaving footprints in the snow with every step I took. Since she was shorter than me she lifted her head to look up as soon as I stood right in front of her, our chests almost touching. I could feel my body already prickling. She was so damn beautiful. Y/N got on her tiptoes. There were only inches between us. I could feel her warm breath on my cold skin. The spark was almost there. I leaned in to close the distance between us and then?  Shouts.

“Daniel, Y/N! Where are you?” Aunt Sarah’s voice echoed through the forest.

We had fallen behind a while ago and had last seen my relatives more than ten minutes ago. They probably thought we were lost somewhere around here since there were a lot of different paths.

I groaned in annoyance, seeing my aunt and her soon to be husband. ‘We were about to kiss god damn it.’ I wanted to angrily shout in their faces. Maybe I groaned a bit too loud because Y/n started giggling at my exasperation. Just the sound of her little laugh made me calm down.

“We are here!” I shouted back.

After less than 5 minutes we had caught up to my relatives.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you. We just.. uhm needed a minute to ourselves.” I apologized, scratching the back of my head.

“You both know that the fertility luck of that squirrel you saw lasts longer than just a few minutes, right?” my grandma asked, winking again.

Oh my god. Here she goes again. Why does she always have to do this? I mentally facepalmed myself and just laughed it off while Y/N stayed silent in embarrassment.

“I hope you didn’t search for us too long?” I asked with a slight feeling of guilt. Unfortunately, Harry was the first one to answer.

“Well Dan, Auntie Sarah was actually quite worried about you. You must know Y/N, that when Dan and I were 12 we used to play hide and seek here in the woods and Dan got lost for a whole afternoon. When we found him in the evening he was crying his eyes out and since then we weren’t allowed to play here anymore.” Harry ended his anecdote with a bitter laugh and I wondered how many stories that make me seem like the biggest loser on Earth there were.

Much to my liking though Y/N was on my side and not his. Her way of killing was kindness. She just laughed at my 12 year old self and took my hand in hers. Her small fingers felt cold under her knitted gloves so I tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

“Is that why you are scared of trees and the dark?” she wanted to know with a grin and I was surprised that she knew that about me.

Since it was way past midday we soon returned to my aunt’s mansion. Sarah made hot chocolates for all of us to warm up. Later today most of my other relatives would arrive since the wedding was tomorrow. Me and Y/N walked up to our room in silence. My thoughts were racing though. We weren’t even friends when we got here, she was just my fake girlfriend and now? What were we now?

Instead of talking about what happened during our little walk we just talked. About how we both met Phil, what are favourite movies were, what we were scared of as children and topics like that. The only thing we didn’t talk about was our first kiss, our second kiss and our almost kiss. I think we were both unsure of what the other would say and we just didn’t know how to address it. At five in the afternoon there was a knock on our door, making me stop talking mid-sentence.

“Hey, lovebirds. Most of your aunts, uncles and cousins have arrived, Dan. Why don’t you two come downstairs to have dinner with all of us?”

“Sure, auntie.” I said while Y/N sweetly smiled at Sarah.

We got up from the armchairs near the big window that we were sitting on. Y/N checked her hair in the mirror on the wall before she approached the door.

“I can’t believe that out of all girls in the world, it’s you who is my fake girlfriend.” I uttered with astonishment.

My words made Y/N stop in the middle of her tracks. She turned around to look at me and when I saw her face I realized that she had completely misunderstood what I had said. I was trying to compliment her. I was simply expressing my amazement because the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world agreed to act like she is my girlfriend. She had interpreted what I said differently, in a negative way.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean it like-“ I defended myself trying to make this, whatever this was, okay again.

“Let’s just go meet your family.” She snapped and walked out of the door.

 Smooth Dan Howell. Real smooth.

I headed after her, wanting to apologize, but it was already too late.

“Daniel dear!” various relatives exclaimed with glee when they saw me and I shook a lot of hands instead of kissing Y/N.

What I soon learned was that Y/N was indeed a really good actress. She acted like the perfect girlfriend and made us seem like we were the happiest couple on Earth. Only I knew that she was actually mad at me. What was I even thinking when I said that? Why didn’t I ask her to be my girlfriend already?

The horror that I might have ruined whatever we could have had made my heart want to explode. We sat at the table talking and chatting with everybody, eating dinner and answering questions about our fake relationship.

“Looking at you two makes me want to be young again.” My grandma said with a smile.

Y/N blushed and squeezed my hand underneath the table.  It was just an act but I wanted it to be real so badly.

So I plunged in at the deep end.  I moved closer to her, my palms sweaty.

“I’m  I am – uh.. falling for you, Y/N.” I whispered into her ear, my heartbeat almost louder than my words.

I watched her face lose colour at my words. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

I could tell that she was shouting “Dan?!” inside of her head right now.

Dessert couldn’t be served soon enough and we nearly jumped up from our seats when we were finished. We took two stairs at the same time, nearly sprinting to our room. When I shut the door behind me, there was nothing and nobody holding us back anymore.

“CAN WE FINALLY TALK ABOUT THIS?!” Y/N screamed, but just as those words had left that pretty mouth of hers I had stumbled forward to where she stood and crashed my lips onto hers. I was finally kissing her, no acting just real feelings. She immediately kissed back and there was that famous spark again. My whole body was on fire as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in my hair. There was no space between our bodies left as we moved our lips in perfect rhythm.  

We broke apart staring at each other in sheer amazement.

I was still out of breath but she was right, we had to talk about his. So I swallowed hard and talked.

“Okay so, first of all I just want you to know I am not acting right now. It’s all real and I never should have lied.

The second thing I want you to know is that what I said before dinner was supposed to be a compliment, but it looks like I am just freaking dumb.

The third confession is that I have fallen so hard for you and every time I kiss you it feels like I am actually on fire.”

Y/N and I had the biggest smiles on our faces as I finally spoke my mind.

“Oh and fourth, I’m tired of this fake girlfriend thing. The ‘fake’ part just doesn’t work out for me.”

John Watson isn’t haunted by memories of Mary, he conjures her specifically to remind himself he SHOULD be grieving for Mary. She was a poor substitute for what he’s always wanted and at the end of The Lying Detective we all see just how much weight his self-loathing and insecurity carries. John Watson getting married to the first woman who stuck with him after Sherlock’s betrayal was like sticking a band-aid over a bullet wound. He knows he shouldn’t have done it, he knows he should’ve said something earlier but he didn’t and now his whole life is ruined. He mercilessly beat a helpless man just because he couldn’t control his self-loathing. That man he hurt many times and in many ways may never be the same man again. John fears he lost his chance. And by all accounts, any regular human being would agree. But this is Sherlock Holmes, and he’ll always find his way back to John Watson.

Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!


Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 


Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.


After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.


If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?


advice probably no one will listen to:

If you want to watch the new Death Note movie, whether you want to make fun of it or are genuinely curious about it, just watch it illegally. Give it one star or leave a review or whatever, but don’t watch it on Netflix. I don’t know all the details, but I’m pretty sure that the more attention something gets = the more popular Netflix thinks it is. (Like if a lot of people go to see a bad movie to “make fun of it” in theaters, those people are still giving the movie money and saying to the producers “Hey, thousands of us watched this! Make more!”)

You should all know how the internet works by now, everything is online and when something is added to Netflix it’ll be on many other movie streaming sites like an hour later.

Remember Avatar? Please don’t give American Crack-Addict-Light Turner Death Note a chance.

Dialogue Prompts

1) “Can’t you at least try?” “I am trying! I am trying so damn hard can’t you see it? Can’t you see that this is killing me too?” 

2) “I’m sorry … I should’ve said something.” 

3) “I can’t do this anymore.” 

4) “Oh love, I know it doesn’t seem like it now but it’s all going to be okay.” 

5) “What will it take to get you to believe me?” 

6) “Close your eyes, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

7) “I just wanted to fix it …” “Well you didn’t really do that, now did you?” 

8) “I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

9) “Do you always have to work late?” “The world of ghost hunting waits for no man!” 

10) “Listen, this is all going to sound very crazy and none of it is going to make sense but this is a matter of life and death, I need all the fiberglass cables you have right now!” “Are you the high school drama teacher?” “I was but I got fired, I really can’t explain, this is seriously a matter of life or death!” 

11) “Do you know how to dance?” “No …” “Come here, I’ll teach you. Nothing like dancing well the world is ending.” 

12) “What’s with you and fire?” “My family all perished in a fire when I was young. I was the only survivor.” “Whoa, seriously?” “No, I just don’t fucking like it, Bob.” 

13) “Don’t listen to them.” “That’s easy to say when you aren’t the one they’re yelling at.” 

14) “I need your help with something.” “On a scale of jay walking to murder how illegal is it?” “Ummm … where does flooding a senators house fall?” “Say no more, I’m in.” 

15) “I didn’t want it to be like this …” “Then why did you do it?” “I was angry.” 

16) “It’s just a school dance.” “And outer space is just a deep dark void of unknown.” “How is that relevant?” “Weren’t we talking about spaceships?” “Like four hours ago?” “Shit, I think I accidentally time traveled again.” 

17) “What circle of hell did I just walk into?” 

18) “Mom? I made a mistake, I need help …” 

19) “You should’ve called me.” “I thought you were still mad at me.” “I am! But you almost died. Almost dying tops missing a date. I’ll be mad at you later, but right now I’m here.” 

20) “Don’t ever let anyone take away your smile. That means they win.” 

anonymous asked:

i was giving out samples of a baked good to customers today. a woman came up and immediately took a piece and ate it. in the middle of me talking about the product, she spits it out and says "oh, this has cinnamon. im allergic to cinnamon. you should tell people that so they know." ??? i cant read off every single ingredient in this?? if you have an allergy you should have said something before just putting it in your mouth?? what?????

You should be afraid (Jumin x Reader/MC) (Alternative Ending)


Oh god, I feel so embarrassed rn lol
This is not even that smut… And I’m like cghdcgshd WHAT AM I WRITING. 

Ok, this is alternative ending of my Jumin’s fic. If you want to know when it’s started, please read the first part here.

(I also changed the title)

@pansexualtrash  helped me with my bad grammar, misspellings and other mistakes, big thanks to her. Go check her fanfictions!


“How many times I need to tell you that I don’t care about my damn hand?” He growled, looking down at you, his eyes eager and needy.

You rarely heard him curse- most of the time, even when he was angry, he didn’t show his emotions that much. But now he was just livid, and you didn’t know what to do anymore. You should’ve said something, tried to stop him, but you didn’t. You felt like you were desperately losing this confrontation.

“Besides that…” There was an amused glow in his eyes, quickly overtaken by lust, “You said that we shouldn’t do this, but your body tells me another story,” he pointed out with a purr of pleasure.

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After all these years? Always.

“It’s not fair you know” she says, he turns his gaze from Naruto, who’s busy unwrapping a gift his wife had just given him.

“What isn’t fair?” He asks, her gaze is stern and hard, perhaps hurt and nostalgic as well. He looks back at Naruto and his heart aches when the blond smiles at him, wiggling the present in his hand. Naruto had looked ecstatic when Sasuke had shown up to his 36th birthday.

“You should have said something, you should have told him” she says nothing else and goes back to toying with the hem of her shirt, Sasuke’s blood runs cold in his body. He knows exactly what she’s talking about but is afraid to ask.

“Sarada-”

“It’s not fair for you, it’s not fair for mom, it’s not fair for him” she adds bitterly, hands gesturing at the people she’s mentioning. He looks at her in mild shock, was he always that obvious? He thought he’d been careful not to let it show.

He’d mastered it at this point, or so he had thought.

“I always asked myself why you never looked at mom the way Shikamaru-san looked at Temari-san” she explained, almost answering his question “then I realized it was because of him” Sasuke’s head examines their surroundings to make sure no one else can hear them, but everyone else is too busy with the Hokage’s birthday.

He feels frozen, he feels like screaming and running away. He feels helpless, heartbroken. As if his daughter being able to recognize the nature of his feelings was the last straw for him.

“You could have been happy” she adds then squeezes his hand, bringing warmth back to his seemingly freezing body. She gives him a small smile and looks at him again just as she gets on her feet to join the others, then says something that would change his life forever “Maybe you can still be happy. I’ve noticed the way he looks at you too”

  • Yamcha: Oh, are you the Prince of all Saiyans, Vegeta? You should have said something, we had no idea.
  • Krillin: Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it. Once-
  • Yamcha: Or twice-
  • Krillin: A minute-
  • Yamcha: All summer-
  • Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans: Oh, shut up!