You let out a sigh as you glanced at the clock hung up on the wall. Joanne, your marriage counselor stared at you with sympathy in her eyes. She reached out from across the table in between the two of you and placed her hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m afraid our time is up.”
You looked down at your hands and shook your head. You let out a mumbled, “Thank you for your time” before you grabbed your purse and left her office. Joanne stared after you and let out a sigh herself. “Katy, grab my 1:00 appointment, please.” She called out to her assistant.
As you waited for your destination on the elevator, you pulled out your phone hoping to see something from Harry. When you were greeted with nothing, you pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes tightly. As you sat in your car, you pulled out your phone once more and dialed a number you’ve been familiar with for the past couple of weeks. “Hey Jake. Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ll grab the papers today.”
Harry let out a curse as he saw the bedroom light was still on when he pulled up in the driveway. He was hoping you were asleep so he didn’t have to listen to you complaining about how he should’ve been there today. Harry tried to be there today, really he did. But he had to approve his album cover, he needed to put some last minute touches on some songs; he was a busy man today. Harry ran his hands through his hair as he debated whether or not he should pick up some flowers, just to soften the blow. He shook his head. He had to face the consequences that were yet to come.
One word that you would use to describe your marriage with Harry was crumbling. It was amazing the first few years. Harry made you feel loved and made sure you were cherished. You made sure you showed Harry nothing but continuos support and just as much love. When the band split up, it was hard for Harry. One Direction was like his baby, it made him the man he is today. You remember how upset Harry was once the news broke to the fans. You remember Harry telling you that this changed everything. You remained positive for him. You told him things were going to be okay and that this was just a bump in the road. You made sure you told him that his fans were forever and they’ll love him no matter what he decides.
When Harry decided to audition for a movie role, you were nothing but excited for him. You made sure he was well rested before his audition and you made sure you helped him read his lines. When he got the role, you were dying of happiness. When he had to leave to film, you, being the supportive wife you were, travelled alongside him. You dropped everything just to see your husband pursuing a new passion of his.
When Harry decided to go to Jamaica to focus solely on his debut album, you agreed. You told him that if he felt this was the right decision then this was the right decision.
You tried being the supportive wife. You tried lifting Harry’s spirits when your own was down. You tried reaming positive and just being what Harry needed during these crucial times in his life.
But you couldn’t say the same was being done for you. There were times when Harry wasn’t there for you for special events in your life like going back home to see your family or being your date for your sister’s wedding. There were times where you had doubts in your marriage and you tried. You tried so badly to remain optimistic. You tried telling yourself that he was busy with his album, you tried telling yourself that he was filming a movie and that he couldn’t drop everything. You tried putting your emotions aside in hopes of Harry never finding out how sad you were.
But you can only bottle up something so much that it just explodes.
Harry wiped his face before he leaned back on the couch. He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs before he asked, “Are you asking for a divorce?”
You quickly looked up. “No! Never! I would never ask for a divorce.” You made your way over to Harry and sat down on his lap. You stared into his beautiful eyes that held nothing but sadness and tears. You gently whispered, “Something just needs to change.”
After that, the two of you decided it was best to seek a marriage counselor. It was definitely a hard choice to make but the two of you decided that it was best to talk out whatever problems there were then really letting things escalate. And going to couples therapy was great at first. The two of you felt like with time, things might actually turn around.
Until Harry started missing sessions. It was always one excuse after another. You tried to be forgiving and you tried to make it seem ok that he was missing the meetings but your heart broke more and more each time he skipped. It sucked being in that office yourself. You hated the feeling of your therapist staring at you with sympathy. You hated being asked why did you think Harry decided to bail. You hated every single minute of being there and feeling like you were alone. You hated that you were the one that put all the effort into this marriage. You hated that you had to remain brave. You hated crying alone. You hated the thought of Harry no longer loving you. You hated every single minute of it.
You were staring at your reflection in your sanity mirror in your shared bedroom with Harry. You noticed all the bags under your eyes and how puffy they were with how much you cried tonight. You wondered, “How did I get here? How could something that once was so beautiful crumble into something so tragic?” As you were pondering your thoughts, in the reflection you saw the bedroom door open. Harry had an ashamed look on his face.
He closed the door behind him before he turned to you. “Y/N, love, I’m so sorry.” You continued to stare at Harry. You bit on your bottom lip as you drowned at the pathetic excuse he was coming up with. Your eyes glanced at your wedding ring that was sitting in a little jewelry dish next to you. You let out a little scoff at how ironic it seemed to you. Isn’t that ring supposed to represent happiness? Yet all you felt was despair.
Hesitatingly. Harry walked closer to you. He tried to decipher what was going in that beautiful mind of yours. “Love?”
Slowly, you turned around in your seat. Your eyes were staring at Harry’s shoes, afraid that if you looked up into his eyes that the words would never fall out of your mouth. “I want a divorce.” You whispered.
You said it so quietly and so gently that you were sure Harry didn’t hear you. But the gasp that fell out of his lips proved otherwise. Harry bent down so that he was looking up at you. He placed his hands on top of yours. “Love, no.”
You shook your head as you closed your eyes, trying so badly to not let out a sob. Harry’s eyes started to fill with tears of his own. “Y/N! Please! I’ll change! I’ll go to the meetings! We can go every fucking day! Please!”
You let out a shaky sigh as tears began to cascade down your cheeks. Where was this when you needed to hear it the most? You finally looked into Harry’s eyes and completely lost it. You hated yourself for the hurt you saw in his eyes. “I’m not happy anymore, Harry.”
Hearing you say that felt like a direct bullet to Harry’s heart. He winced as if he was in actual pain. Hearing you say that meant he was a failure of a husband. He shook his head quickly, as if he was trying to get the thought out of his head. “You’re just upset with me and I get it. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t mean it.”
You tried to defend your decision before Harry got up. He ran his hands through his hair. “We just need to sleep it off. You’re hurt, I’m hurt. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom, alright? We just need to sleep it off” Harry tried convincing himself. He bent down once more and placed a soft kiss on your lips before he walked out of your room.
You stared at the door before you wrapped your arms around yourself and let out the sob that was trying to read its way out.
That night was the quietest the house has ever been. Both you and Harry were laying in separate beds, wondering how your marriage got to this, while tears fled your eyes. Harry wanted to do nothing but hold you and to convince you that this was just another rough patch and that you guys were going to get through this. You wanted Harry to come to his senses when you said that you weren’t happy. You wanted him to realize that you’ve been trying for a very long time and that you couldn’t take it anymore.
The next morning, Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. You were sitting at the dining room table, a cup of tea in your hands. He noticed instantly how red your eyes were the puffiness of your cheeks. You looked up at Harry before you walked over to your purse that was on the counter. Harry was watching your every move intently, afraid to make a sound.
You pulled out the stack of papers that were weighing down your purse before you looked up at Harry. You placed the papers down on the table before you walked past him and went back into your room. With shaky hands, Harry picked up the papers. He let out a sob and fell to the floor.
You were filing for a divorce.
out of everything i’ve written recently, i actually really enjoyed writing this! it’s been in my drafts for the longest time and i’m glad im finally sharing it! let me know what you guys thought!
So sorry I haven’t been active on this blog that much, but here’s a fic inspired by @drawbauchery and their fuc-boi AU, along with their interesting take on the relationship between Blue Zircon and Peridot.
Word Count: 1001
Description: Can Lapis clear the air with Blue Zircon? Will Blue Zircon make amends with Lapis? And just what is on that computer?
DAD JOKES BECAUSE SIRIUS PUNS WEREN’T ENOUGH ALREADY
at the same time he would be so torn in between “i’m dad” or “i’m always sirius”
eventually he settles for a combination
“are you serious” “I’M DAD SIRIUS!! GET IT? DAD SIRIUS” “you set yourself up for that one harry”
he would exchange cooking tips and recipes with the suburban moms. and declare the slow cooker is the holy grail. anyone who says otherwise can fight him.
his brownies would be the bomb. he dominates the bake sales every single time. remus and harry would try to filch a few before the sale but he glares at them and tells them to put it back very sternly
he would also make harry eat his vegetables and scold remus for sneaking him chocolate
the embarrassingly proud parent at soccer games
seriously he would stand up and cheer and scream and clap the longest whenever he sees harry out there
the game wouldn’t have even started yet
MINIVAN DRIVING SIRIUS WHICH ACTUALLY HE LOVES.
he still has his motorbike which is his other baby but remus refuses to let him take harry on it
he wouldn’t let harry sleep in his own room until he was 5 because his favourite thing was waking up in the morning to see little harry curled into remus’ arm and both of them sleeping with similar open mouths
basically a modern wolfstar au where they raise harry in a suburban muggle neighbourhood and they were worried about sirius standing out too much but he just happens to fit right in
sirius didn’t ever dare to dream that he would ever be this happy. but he is, with his quiet life and little family. and he hopes james and lily can rest peacefully knowing their son is safe and loved.
i never write headcanon posts, but this has been sitting in my drafts forever and i finally finished it! thank you to @merrymaraudering for helping me on this (all those months ago if you still remember)
Different anon but do you have any Check Please fic recs? I accidentally clicked on the link you shared yesterday and read it all in one go.
OMGCP is absolutely wonderful and I’m happy to say that the quality of fic in the fandom is equally so! I’ve got quite a few recs here—pretty much all of them Jack/Bitty—so strap yourself in!
Be warned: most of these were written at different points of the comic, in between waiting for new updates, so most of these could be construed as canon AUs. The rest of my OMGCP recs can be found here.
Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.
Eric Richard Bittle does not choke on his drink. He is not thinking about Jack’s hands, nor is he thinking about twisting, checking, or any combination of the two. He is just a small southern boy who came to play hockey and mind his own business.
Sometimes, when things get really hard and it’s late at night and he can’t sleep, Jack thinks his life might be better without hockey, that maybe if he gave it all up and became a firefighter or a gardener or a chef, if he left the ice forever, maybe then he wouldn’t need to have that bottle of pills in his bag anymore.
But every time he’s back on the ice, he remembers. This is the only place where his life actually makes any sense.
Or, the story of three times Jack Zimmermann meets Eric Bittle.
Jack’s not very good at noticing common threads. So it takes him the longest time, over a year, before he realizes what’s been different in the Haus. It’s not something that’s present, so much as something that’s missing. And it’s this: that Bittle calls everyone pet names.
It’s amazing how Bittle can just take what he wants, when Jack finds it so hard to ask for anything. But there’s no doubt now that Bittle wants to have sex — wants to get fucked, wants Jack to fuck him. And Jack, oh, he’d give him anything.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS, Eric types furiously into Twitter. THIS IS LIKE RENAMING LAKE WOEBEGONE “LAKE SCOTT WALKER.” // Or, the only person in the entirety of Canada who is upset about Jack Zimmermann’s first Stanley Cup is Eric Bittle, and by God is every single one of Eric’s 160,000 Twitter followers going to hear about it.
It’s one thing for Bitty to have a pathetic secret crush and maybe occasionally get off to vague thoughts of Jack-shaped people with blue eyes, and another, completely wrong thing, to actually jerk off to naked pictures of Jack Zimmermann.
[or, the one where Jack strips down for ESPN The Magazine’s Body Issue and Bitty has some…issues with it. issues involving inconvenient boners.]
Bitty finds a photo booth strip and almost doesn’t recognize Jack because he’s not sure he’s ever seen him grin off-ice before, and his hair is so long it curls around his ears, and he’s so, so young. It takes Bitty a few long seconds to realize the boy he’s kissing is Kent Parson, with the same backwards cap and everything.
It’s almost funny. All he ever wanted was to play hockey, to play in the NHL, to win the Cup. This—Samwell, the team, the Haus—was supposed to be just a detour, but now it feels more like a destination he failed to realize he’s already reached.
(Or: Jack signs with the Falconers, graduates, and leaves. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. What comes after is even harder.)
Mikasa meets the cruel world: Attack on Titan in a nutshell
More intelligent people than me have probably pointed this out long before me, but it still amazes me how much Mikasa’s upbringing truly is a metaphor for the entire series.
We start of with this carefree, peaceful family living in this isolated cabin in the woods, distanced from the outside. A comfortable existence, but their family is well aware that beyond their warm home lie problems: the Ackerman clan is still thought to be prosecuted, and Asians are sought by traffickers for their rare appearance and blood–they’re a different race, and this is useful to some.
And then one peace is interrupted: three men break in, destroying comfort and killing innocent people, and they’re there solemnly because of the physical aspects of the family, their rare appearance. Through this experience, Mikasa lost her hope and will to live, and also got to understand the cruel nature of the world she lived in.
And then, a sudden event that changed the course of that day. The young Eren Jaeger barges in, takes out the oppressive intruders, and most importantly, restores hope to her. Just like the kidnappers, Eren came from outside of her world…but instead of bringing her more cruelty, Eren brought Mikasa a way to go against said cruelty–to fight back. The world is cruel and brutal and it crushes the weak–thus, the only way to survive is to fight back against the oppression–and that’s what Mikasa proceeds to do.
This precise event can be translated with total accuracy into the entirety of the story–it’s the exact same thing the walled world went through. The walldians lived in peace and comfort (more or less), isolated from the rest of the world, because the outside meant danger for them. We’ve always known this danger to be the titans–the basement taught us the reality though. The entire outside world has a pre-determined relationship with the walldians–not because of who, but because of what they are. Some see them as danger and want them extinct for safety measures, some see them as useful tools for their own purposes.
Does this sound familiar? Ackermans are prosecuted because they’re a danger to the kings rule, and Asians are sought after because their origin makes them different. Mikasa’s family is a metaphor for all walldians, for all those wanted dead by the world or used as weapons in Marley’s titan army. Their situation is identical too: they live excluded from the outside world, in a pseudo-peace, which is one day interrupted by the arrival of three outsiders (kidnappers, RBA). Through their actions, those outsiders remind the inhabitants of the cruel, oppressive world they find themselves in (a grim reminder). And then, another outsider appears, restoring hope and teaching the oppressed how to free themselves: to fight. This is Eren when he barges into the cabin, and Grisha, originally from beyond the walls. when he entrusts the founding and attack titans to Eren, who would later become humanities hope and, in some way, inspires them to fight back. Both of these stories are perfect parallels.
It’s also definitely not a coincidence that the Eren-saves-Mikasa flashback was included in Isayama’s first draft of chapter 1, in flashback format. All the dialogue about Mikasa being part of a nearly extinct, different race, and Eren telling her to fight back, were there from day one. In the present time she even says that she believes Eren has the strength to overcome the world’s issues and bring hope to mankind–an even stronger parallel between her situation and all of walldia.
Heck, it certainly isn’t a coincidence either that, during ch 14, primordial desire, aka humanities first ever victory against oppression and the first climax of the story, Eren flashes back to that very moment
On one hand it sets up other humans, aka Marley as antagonists, who’re oppressing Paradis due to the blood flowing through its inhabitants. At the same time, it redraws all the parallels mentioned beforehand by straight up comparing humanities struggle to that struggle in the woods.
These two panels really affirm everything I mentioned above–Mikasa’s “origin story” is it’s own microcosm that foretells the entire core struggle of the series: Eldians seeking freedom from oppression. And the fact that such an early scene remains a total metaphor to the story even 90 chapters and a ton of plot twists and revelations later, just goes to show how much of a thought out story attack on titan has been for the longest time.
Summary: Song-fic based off of “This Is My Idea” from the movie The Swan Princess. For as long as you can remember, your parents forced you to spend time with your future husband, even though you couldn’t stand each other. Throughout the years you both mature, does your relationship?
Time Period: Pre-Hamiltime? (It takes place during King George’s life, but it doesn’t have to do with the American Revolution.)
A/N: Two stories in two days?? Wow, go me!! Anyway, this has been siting in my drafts for a while and I’m finally happy with it. This was super fun to write because I love King George and there aren’t enough reader insert stories about him. Like I said, the inspiration and many lyrics are from The Swan Princess movie. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy and have a fabulous day!!
From a young age, you had been betrothed to George. Before you were even born, your parents had come up with the arrangement that you and George would marry as a way to strengthen your countries.
Every summer, you would be pulled from your home and sail to England. The idea was for you and George to spend time together so you would love each other by the time you were to be married.
There were four of these summers that stood out in your mind when you thought about how you met George.
The first memory was the first time you had ever visited him. You had been told by your parents that you would sailing to England to meet a very important boy who was only a year older than you.
At first, the idea excited you. There would be another child to play, even if he was a boy. At the young age of 6, there weren’t many people to play with, seeing as you had no brothers or sisters and the thought of playing with a servant child was unimaginable.
After a long, boring journey, your parents guided you to the castle where you were to meet the King and Queen of England along with their son. The trio stood waiting for you, looking regal, and suddenly you got shy. Hiding behind your parents, you protested as they pushed you forward. George’s parents did the same.
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Princes (y/n).” he grumbled.
You went to curtesy just as you had been taught and automatically replied, “Pleased to meet you, Prince George.” However, when you looked up George had turned away from you in a rude manner.
His mother gave him a sharp look and pointed towards you. Begrudgingly, he dramatically stomped to you and looked at your suspiciously. You glared at him before he kissed your hand and instantly pulled away with a “Yuck!”
The first thought you had was not very kind of Prince George, and you could tell that you would never like him, much less love him enough to marry him. “He looks conceited, what a total bummer.”
Both of you turned to your parents and mumbled together, “If I get lucky I’ll get chicken pox.”
After receiving stern looks from both Kings and Queens, you rolled your eyes before turning back to George with the fakest smile you could muster.
“So happy you could come.” he bowed, mockingly.
“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, but put no respect in it.
At the same time, you both crossed your arms and complained. “This is not my idea of fun!”
The rest of the summer was spent fighting with George. Since your parents wanted you two to get along, they believed the best way to do this was for you to spend every day, with him. For some reason, they were oblivious to the feud you and George had.
That summer was one of the longest summers ever. When you finally got on the boat to head home, you were relieved you wouldn’t have to see that boy for almost another year.
The second summer that stood out in your mind was when you were eleven and George was twelve. That past year, you had discarded the dress laid out for you, instead opting to wear pants and a tunic shirt much to the dismay of your parents.
You tried you hardest to tell your parents they had to postpone the voyage, but they wouldn’t buy any of it. They escorted you on the boat and had a trunk thrown together, all in a matter of ten minutes.
Once you arrived in England, you were greeted by the usual; George, the King of England, and the Queen. However, this year, George’s annoying friend, Samuel Seabury, was with him. All summer, they never let you join in their games.
Anytime you tried to play whatever game they were playing, they would run off to their “secret’ treehouse. About halfway through your stay, you had enough. You chased them throughout the castle, trying to force them to play with you. “Wait up guys!” you cried after them, frustrated that they wouldn’t slow down.
Disappearing out of sight, you almost gave up hope, but luckily you managed to track them down. Now only a few yards behind them, you thought you could catch up. Unfortunately, they reached the treehouse, climbed the ladder, and took away the ladder before you could put a foot on it. On top of that, they hung a sign on the wall that read, ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED!’
“This really isn’t fair.” you whined, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.
Instead of apologizing, they laughed and said in unison. “We really couldn’t care.”
“Boys it’s all or none!” you thought.
Taking a step to the supporting boards, you kicked one out of anger. Not expecting to cause any damage, you were surprised and horrified to see that kicking that one little board out of place sent the entire structure tumbling.
That summer you got to leave early, but you left with a bruised face and broken arm, and livid parents.
The third summer with George that stood out in your mind was when you were seventeen and he was eighteen. You had finally grown out of your “awkward phase,” and felt beautiful and confident. Your confidence soared even higher that summer when you caught George staring at you a bit too long when you first arrived.
However, if you were being completely honest, you were equally as guilty. Some might have said that you had developed a crush on the future King of England, but that was not true. Although he looked quite handsome, he was still that annoying boy who had never treated you kindly.
The day pigs flew would be the day you had a crush on George.
However, that was the first summer that was different then the rest. In your mind, it didn’t feel like a terrible time. First, you were able to convince George to do what you wanted more easily. Gone were the days where you were running to catch up with him and Samuel. Second, you began to talk to more people in the castle, including the castle gaurds. It was fun just being able to flirt with them, laughing at what they said, leaving your hand on their shoulder for too long, etc, even if it didn’t mean much.
“She’s always flirting with the castle gaurds!” George complained as he and Thomas watched you from afar. That particular day, you were feeling extra flirty. Your arm was lingering on the guard’s shoulder a bit to long and the way you batted your eyes could make any man weak in the knees.
“You’re just jealous because you like her. Fess up.” Samuel teased, elbowing George in the side.
George’s head whipped around as he glared at Samuel, daring him to say another word. Although he would never admit it, George had began to harbor a crush on you. You weren’t the whiny six year old you once were and you most certainty weren’t the boyish eleven year old he had once known, but you were still the annoying girl he didn’t want to marry.
“I’d like her better if she’d lose at cards.” George countered, still upset over the fact that you always won.
You even won when they boys were cheating. Samuel would stand behind you and glance over your shoulder, mouthing the card numbers to George. When the game came to an end, George laid down his cards quite smugly, prepared to gloat over his victory.
“Four sevens and a ten.”
“I think I won again.” you stated, laying down the cards you had collected on the table.
And even though Samuel had seen your numbers, you had seem to win. Again! The boys could never catch a break.
“This is my idea.” you began, returning George’s smug smile.
“This isn’t my idea.” they pouted.
“Of fun.” all three of you spoke at the same time.
The last summer that stood out in your mind was when you were 20 and George was 21.
For as far back as you could remember, your parents had constantly reminded you that you and George were to someday wed. Every June through September, they would force you to spend time with the boy who you didn’t even like.
You wanted to be in a marriage that was based on love, not politics, and you knew that was something that you could never achieve with George. Even though you tried to explain this to your parents, they acted like they couldn’t hear you.
There would be times that you would beg and plead with them, or even refuse to leave the carriage. If this ever happened, your parents would pick you and drag you to where George was. It felt like their were bruises from their fingerprints.
You could feel the pressure for you and George to marry greater then it ever had been. You knew you were almost passed the acceptable age of not being married, and your parents wanted you to be well off.
When they shoved you in the ball room, you crossed your arms and tried to reason with them. “He is so immature!”
The sound of another door closing on the opposite side of the room caught your attention. You turned and saw that George was standing there, and your knees were buckling slightly. He had grown so incredibly handsome and something about him seemed different.
You could understand why, but some switch inside you flipped and you could see all the great qualities George had in him. He was kind, caring, intelligent, witty, and charming. He was the man you had been dreaming of.
The way he stared at you, made you blush. Unknown to you, he was having similar thoughts of seeing you in a brand new light. While he may of thought you weren’t the prettiest when you were younger, looking at you know you were like an angel.
As if his eyes were finally clear, he saw your beauty, grace, poise, elegance, kindness, humbleness, intelligent, and humor. All of the wonderful characteristics drew him towards you, meeting you half way in the room.
“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, just like at the age of six, but now you meant in with all of your being.
“’Till now I never knew.” he whispered, bowing to you.
“It’s you I’ve been dreaming of.” you both spoke, inching closer and closer to each other until you were mere inches away.
He cupped your cheek in his hand and brought his lips on top of yours. Almost as if a spark had been lit, you felt fireworks booming in your chest as you wrapped your arms around George, pulling him closer to you.
When the two of you finally pulled apart, you couldn’t help the smiles that adorned your faces. You had finally found your soulmate, and he had been standing in front of you your entire life.
“And that is how your mommy and I feel in love.” George spoke lovingly to the bump that was your stomach, rubbing it softly.
You could feel soft kicks from the baby growing inside of you, and you smiled down at the sight of your husband connecting with your unborn child. “I think she liked the story.” you giggled, running a hand lovingly through his hair.
“She?” he questioned, looking up at you with a goofy grin on his face.
“Well I’m not sure, but I think it’s mother’s intuition.” you admitted.
“I love you so much, my little princess.” George whispered, pressing a small kiss to your belly. “And I love you so much, my queen.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your lips.
1. Jonathan Larson, who wrote the music and lyrics, died the morning of Rent’s first preview performance Off Broadway.
2. The musical has been performed in twenty-four languages.
3. With 5123 performances Rent is the 11th longest running Broadway show ever!
4. All the original cast members played in the movie version except Daphne Rubin-Vega (Mimi) and Fredi Walker (Joanne).
5. Daphne Rubin-Vega the original Mimi did not participate in the film adaptation of Rent, as she was pregnant at the time of the movie’s casting and filming.
6. Fredi Walker, the original Joanne, stated she was not offered the film role due to her age. At her request the producers cast an actress of African descent.
7. Tracie Thoms did not only played Joanne in the movie version(2005), she also played in the last Broadway show(2008) and in the Hollywood Bowl version(2010).
8. Taye Diggs (Benny) and Idina Menzel (Maureen) fell in love while performing as part of the original production in 1995. They were married for 10 years, but divorced in 2014.
9. Anthony Rapp (Mark) and Daphne Rubin-Vega (Mimi) are the only two cast members who played in the workshop of 1994 and the Broadway production of 1996.
10. One of Jonathan Larson’s girlfriends dumped him for a girl the way Maureen dumped Mark for Joanne.
11. In the movie Mark’s mother is played by Randy Graff, wife of Rent’s original musical director, Tim Weil.
12. During the performance of “What You Own” in the movie, when Mark and Roger are on the roof, you can briefly see the side of the building. But if you look closely, “ANGEL” is spray-painted on the side of the building.
13. In the original draft of Rent, Maureen was HIV positive too.
14. "Without You" was originally a duet between Joanne and Maureen.
15. It’s called Rent, because it represents the financial burden young people feel as they graduate college full of knowledge but absent any marketable job skills, thrown into a real world where high ideals don’t pay the rent.
16. The word rent also means torn, Larson’s favorite meaning of the title, because the characters in the show are torn between a lot of things.
17. Anthony Rapp (Mark) and Adam Pascal(Roger) returned to Broadway from July 30 to October 7, 2007.
18. Anthony Rapp sang R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” his audition for the musical.
19. In 1998, the West End production of Rent opened with four of the original cast members: Wilson Jermaine Heredia (Angel), Jesse L. Martin (Tom), Adam Pascal(Roger) and Anthony Rapp (Mark).
20. Pat Briggs, the lead singer of the rock band Psychotica, played Tom Collins in the workshop version.
Word Count : 2510 (Longest I’ve ever written, you should be proud.)
Warnings: Drinking / Cursing / Sorry if it gets confusing
You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to get yourself in
this situation. You were at a club in Toronto enjoying yourself, trying to
forget all your worries. You were having so much fun, letting loose and talking
to new people. Getting dizzy off drinks while dancing like no one was watching.
(Missed being able to have the time to have done this the last time! The relief that I have this time around to be able to do and fix up a little post such as this again before I head on full swing in terms of my languages course next week!)
(I love nothing more than doing small ( in saying that…!)appreciation posts such as these, simply to express how thankful I am to every single contributionin terms of all sorts of interaction, from an odd message here and there, to talking every day with some of you, being able to thread and develop in terms of having Kaede as my muse for the length of time that I have been doing so now since February!)
(Such a long time I’ve been at this too… it’s crazy half the time to believe this is how long I’ve been floating about as a member of the NDRV3 RP community and as a member of the general Danganronpa community as a whole, and I’ve had overall, one of the best and most memorable experiences in my life in terms of roleplaying on tumblr. How long ago it feels that I was only a mere user on Pinterest and began this hobby there almost 6 years on!)
(Once more, I offer my absolute thanks to every single one of you, however small or frequent our interactions may have been throughout the months. Through chats on Discord, popping in with a message via my inbox or IM’s upon tumblr, they’ve always made my days so much brighter than I had knew them previously! I’ll begin to progress with the individual messages and mentions, but genuinely, as always when it comes to all of this, I have no words to express how much I believe I could thank you all for the amazing friendships I have within this community, the support I have behind me from the selfsame friends in everything I try to do and aim to do upon here. Thank you, and with the release in just a few more days, here’s to further interactions and more marveling over our muses! (XD I know I may be as such with Kaede anyway!)
(Just as a little disclaimer of sorts, I do want to apologize if I sound a little repetitive during any of this and for my shoddy workmanship on the above graphic! Photoshop was a little fiddly, but my thanks in advance for understanding!)
1.Unwritten Whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.
2.Hold Me Tight Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much. Victor, however— to say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.
3.Everyone Knows Yuri Plisetsky is not stupid. He knows. Everyone knows.
Victor, who’d been staring at the ceiling through his boozy haze, spoke slowly. “Hey, Yuri. What do you want to be when you grow up?” “A champion figure skater,” Yuri snapped, like it was so obvious he was offended to be asked. Victor had to grin at the bluster. “Yeah, but… After that?” Yuri didn’t seem to have an answer for that, but eventually he said, less belligerently, “I don’t know. I’m only fifteen.” Me neither, Victor didn’t say, and I’m twenty-six.
6. Blossom and Bloom
When they touch, Yuuri can feel the way that Victor’s mind is moving a million miles per hour.
7. Red Herring Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world. He’s starving.
8. Dear Mama
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.
Expomise: a transformation spell that bonds two objects together. Yuuri is at Hogwarts. So is everyone else.
10. On My Love For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.” Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before — back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol. As if it had all been just a dream.
11. On Our Love Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.
12. Hot in Here “Yuuuuuri,” Victor drawls, leaning his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “It’s hot,” he complains. He’s already down to his t-shirt.Yuuri huffs a little, reluctantly amused. “Maybe you would feel cooler if you didn’t drape yourself all over me.”
13. Those Tell-all Skype Sessions Phichit isn’t surprised at all when Victor leaps into Yuuri’s arms and gives him a kiss in front of the whole world. He’s just surprised it took this long.
14. Addicted (to the taste of you) It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying. But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier. If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now. At once. Immediately. (It’s turning into a problem.)
16. with a boy like that it’s serious
“I’m dating Viktor,” Yuuri says, nervous despite himself. “Seriously?” Yurio demands. “I thought the two of you were already married.”
17. and I feel life (for the very first time)
“What do you have in mind for the next season?” A reporter asks him during the press conference and Victor shoots them a smile, trying to buy himself some time. I don’t know, he wants to say. To be honest, after winning gold once more, Victor feels lost more than anything. What does one do after finally fulfilling a longtime promise?
20. the air is heavy with the fragrance of gardenias It was odd, really, how Viktor Nikiforov had suddenly stopped flirting with his fans. Everyone - his supporters, the media, his former coach - was shocked by the drastic change. Everyone, that is, except for a certain Katsuki Yuuri.
21. one heart to every falling thing
“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”
22. a glide in your step Ah, Yuuri thinks as his skates touch down on the ice, and even as Yuuko watches him it’s the weight of Viktor’s eyes he feels on his shoulder blades, I’m not ready to let this go.
23. i’m just such a happy mess The thing is, Victor’s never been very good at denying himself luxuries. And now that Victor has permission to kiss Yuri, he can’t seem to stop. And well, to be honest Yuri doesn’t really want him to. But it is a little inconvenient sometimes.
24. get up again
When Yuuri was drafted by the Detroit Red Wings, it was a dream come true. Years of practice, of hard work, of talking to scouts and agents, of posting his own highlights on Youtube — it all paid off. Sure, he went in the seventh round, surrounded by players who were probably never going to make the show, but Pavel Datsyuk went in the sixth and look at his career. Yuuri was going to make it. He moved all the way across the world for this, competed internationally for this, bled and cried for this. He was going to make it to the NHL. Yuuri didn’t make it.
25. the warmest part of winter
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.
26. i know my madness It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.
I left kudos for so many stories on AO3 this week, but I think I forgot to bookmark a few of them. This list still has the potential to be longer.
I wanted to offer this as my prelude or caution! caution! post about my work on AH’s friendships. AH was a prolific writer yet unlike many of his contemporaries, he left no journal or diary, and almost no retrospective essays. Therefore, in examining AH’s personal life - or rather, trying to evaluate AH’s credibility, which is what I’m trying to do - we’re inordinately dependent on his correspondence, and they’re not necessarily telling us what we think they’re telling us.
The obvious problem is that letters don’t tell the whole story of relationships. They are useful, but they require that: 1) the letters survive; 2) the correspondents actually be apart; 3) we’re not missing relevant background from when the correspondents were together.
First, it’s striking just how many letters are missing. Some letters were lost; others were certainly destroyed. Almost all of AH’s personal and non-military correspondence to Gouverneur Morris and Philip Schuyler, which we know from other notes existed, is gone. This is a huge loss of both political and personal information about AH. We know that AH planned to send coded letters containing politically sensitive information during the Washington presidency to Morris; these are gone. We don’t have the letter AH actually sent to his father-in-law explaining his reasons for his resignation as Washington’s aide-de-camp. Letters related to AH’s financial dealings for John B. Church - that may suggest insider trading - are suspiciously missing. By my rough estimate, over 50 letters from AH to Elizabeth Hamilton are missing, and this just based on letters referenced in other letters that we have.
Second, with several of AH’s relationships post-war, the correspondents were infrequently apart. The longest letters from AH to EH are from 1780 and 1781, when they were apart for the longest periods of time because of the war. After that, they are living in the same home and their time apart is infrequent and lasts at most 2 months or so (and very rarely that long). We just aren’t likely to get long, emotionally revealing pages out of that; instead, we usually get updates on travel and health, endearments, and reminders that EH write him.
This also makes the letters misleading. AH writes to wartime friends such as McHenry, Meade, and Lafayette with warmth and emotion that he doesn’t often to a lot of other friends. From this, we can speculate that he feels special ties to them that he doesn’t to others. The problem with that argument is that he was also apart from them much more than he was with other friends.
One person who falls into all three categories above is Nicholas Fish. This was one of AH’s longest and probably closest friendships, and AH obviously had a great deal of trust and confidence in him. Fish was a NYC native whom AH likely first met at King’s College, where the former had moved from the College of New Jersey to study law. They formed a composition and speaking club together (with Robert Troup, Edward Stevens, and Samuel and Henry Nicoll); they enlisted in the militia together in spring 1775, although they go separate ways for most of the war. AH probably personally selected Fish as his second-in-command when he received his own field command in July 1781, and was with him at Yorktown. [Fish later provides both Timothy Pickering and EH with details about AH during the war.] Jumping ahead over a decade, Fish serves as AH’s second in his affair of honor with Nicholson (1795). Jump ahead another decade, and he’s one of the executors of AH’s will. Fish names his only son (born in 1808) Hamilton.
But on Founders, we only have six letters between the two of them, and four are formal letters from the war or about patronage positions or business. One of the two personal letters we do have is missing context. Since most of their lives were lived in NY, they probably did not frequently have reason to write each other long letters. But I also suspect Fish took the opportunity after AH’s death to reclaim his letters. It’s like their close friendship has been wiped clean from history.
We know Gouvernour Morris was asked to help sort through AH’s mess of papers and correspondence in 1807. Considering their roles as Executors, I think it’s very likely Fish, Church, and Nathaniel Pendleton had the opportunity to go through AH’s correspondence. It’s also possible that Robert Troup was involved. We know Pendleton came to be in possession of AH’s documents related to the drafting of Washington’s Farewell Address, because he gives them to Rufus King in 1810 to keep them out of the hands of EH.
In the case of several of the men above, they still had active political careers and were otherwise concerned about their own and AH’s political legacies. The PAH notes that Morris “[had removed from his own collection those Hamilton] letters such as ought not to fall into the hands of those who might publish them.”
So we can see a shaping of a narrative after AH’s death by his friends, and then we get further distortions because of the large number of missing letters. Because we have so little else about AH, letters are enormously helpful, but they paint a very partial picture. Those are my words of caution.
An additional note: it’s interesting how large some of the men above loom in biographies and histories published in the 19th through early 20th century, when these men - and/or their politically active descendants - were still well-known. As time has passed, there’s been a forgetting of these men that has played out in the AH narrative too - AH is now portrayed as nearly friendless in his post-war life, which would certainly come as a shock to Troup, Fish, and Morris, who were as steadfast in 30+ years of friendship as one could ever be, and Oliver Wolcott, Rufus King, and Pendleton, who by every other indication all formed deep friendships with AH after the war. And William Duer, the long-time friendship that AH-fandom historians most wish had been scrubbed from history.
i’ve been putting this off for the longest time ever, and i meant to do this at the beginning of this year to celebrate my first anniversary + 1k, but procrastination happened… and now i’m past 2.5k :”) i’m so thankful for every one of you who supported me right from the beginning and even those who’ve just found me, you’re all precious to me!!! i know i’m just a teeny tiny blog compared to all those other HUGE amazing writers out there, but i am grateful for everything nonetheless <3
thank you all so much for reading my works and enduring my trashy thirsty self giving me so much love and encouragement! u all deserve the greatest prize ever for putting up with my constant hiatuses (real life smh) and for always being so patient! every message i receive makes me so grateful, and i hope you will be able to feel my gratitude and appreciation even though sometimes i am bad/ slow at replying and answering to them!! rest assured i will work even harder to bring u all quality stories to enjoy <3
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i sincerely hope i didn’t forget anyone/ make any mistakes tagging!!!
I'd love for you to answer the below questions and tag some other authors! (All questions are related to Jonsa fics) Which of your fics are you proud of most? Which of your fics do you think could be expanded on if you had the time? What fics are you reading at the moment? Do you have fics that you go back to reread? How many fic ideas have you got 'on the back burner'? Can you share any? What will you NEVER include in a fic? Is there a phrase that you find yourself repeating in ur fics?
Wow! That’s a lot of questions but thanks for asking :) I’m going to try to answer them all though.
1. Which of my fics am I most proud? I’ve got 80+ fics but I’ll narrow it down to five that I’m really pleased with and I’m only going to include finished fics.
Home is with You (one of my earliest and my longest fic, a teen romance with lots of characters involved)
Ivory & Steel (my Western Jonsa fic. I was especially pleased with the gunfight since I agonized over writing that!)
Let Me Build a Bridge (for I Cannot Fill the Chasm) (Post Season 6 tinfoil-one shot where Jon and Sansa become sexually involved before he leaves for Dragonstone)
The Handyman (short fic in my Career Day Romance series that has a nice balance of humor, romance and angst)
The Music Man (which I just finished! It’s modern AU of Jon trying to repair his fractured relationship with his dying father and meets and falls in love with the young lady working for his dad.)
2. Ones I would expand on if I had time-
Probably I’d revisit ‘Home is with You’ to catch up with Jon and Sansa as a young, married couple. I could probably expand on some of my one-shots, especially the canon-setting ones, but not sure which!
3. Fics I’m reading right now-
There are so many great fics out there. We’ve had a flood of fics since before Season 7 started and its not slowed down at all which is a blessing…and a curse because I can’t possibly read them all!
But, some that are in progress that I’m really enjoying right now are
Yeah, I’ve got about five fics that some progress has been made on that are just lingering for now. Two or three of them might see the light of day eventually.
The most likely candidate for a longer fic is one set in a Modern Dystopian Westeros where military service in compulsory for unmarried, young men and draft dodgers are put to death. Jon and Sansa are cousins who reconnect after being separated as kids and a romance begins before he’s sent off to war.
6. Something I’d never include in a fic-
Jon and Sansa will never cheat on each other in my fics if they’re romantically involved already. Significant others before they get together might be there but, once they get involved, there will be no one on the side…ever.
7. Phrase I repeat-
I’m not sure. Jon often calls Sansa ‘sweet girl’ but that’s in other authors’ works, too.
Hey y’all, been a while. I’ve been working on this for the last couple months, it’s ended up being the longest thing I’ve written so far by miles. Chapters released as I finish editing them, but the first draft is actually done so it should be fairly quick! NicoMaki, ~2700 words for this chapter. Based on that anon request for fake dating AU.
Maki has graduated medical school, and is in position to become the heir to the Nishikino hospital business. However, there’s a catch- and Nico gets roped into a grand deception that’s a little more personal than she would have liked.
Hello my love! I'm really sorry this is a reader insert but I've been waiting to send you this for a while! I would like reaper and Hanzo (separate) with a (preferably fem) s/o and the s/o is insecure about her pale skin. It makes her not want to show any of her skin but unfortunately it's getting warm, so their boyfriend is confused as to why they're wearing long sleeve tops and jeans? And then they reassure them it's fine and lots of fluff?😘 sorry if this is confusing and thank you if you do!
Before his botched resurrection he was
always the first one out sleeveless and in shorts at the first hint
Now he’s glad he has you to be
miserable and bundled up together when everyone else enjoys the
As such for the longest time he doesn’t
even care why you do it. If pressed he’d assume you were doing it
out of consideration for him, but the truth is as long as he’s not
alone wearing his winter clothes for as long as humanly survivable
(and, in his case, beyond that), he’s fine
It takes the annual spring cleaning to
stoke his curiosity. In true spring cleaning tradition you started by
sorting through the old books and photo albums and have spent the
past hour reminiscing about the past, cleaning supplies forgotten by
“Puberty saved your ass.” you say
as you flip through the remarkable transformation that is a
pre-pubescent Gabriel hot on the way to win the World’s Most
Awkward Kid award to the man so beautiful his mirror image fell in
love with him.
“I once got out of a speeding ticket
because the cop thought I was hot.” he says conversationally and
flips the page to show you the incident in question, recorded from
the passenger seat of a car. He taps the photograph and it plays a
short video, showing a cop in an unfamiliar uniform flustered at
Gabriel’s shameless flirting.
“Italy?” you ask.
“Spain. With the ingrate. He filmed.”
You move on, dusting off old memories
instead of the vases that really need it more. Once you’ve gone
through his Life in Pictures, it’s his turn to tease you for every
life choice you ever made that got immortalised on film. Eventually
though a theme starts to emerge.
“Alright, I have to ask. What’s
with the long sleeves?”
He points at a picture taken just a few
years before you met him on a carnival parade in Rio. You’re the
only one with sleeves reaching past your shoulders and the difference
is all the more stark with the scantily clad dancers in front. You
shrug, try to flip to the next page but once something got his
interest there’s little to stop him.
summary: after months of not seeing chanyeol, he pops back up into your life. you aren’t happy about it.
pairing: park chanyeol x male reader
tags/warnings: swearing, mpreg (implied), angst
notes: based off the chanyeol series i started not too long ago. i’m experimenting with mpreg at the moment hence why i’m writing this + this has been stuck in my drafts for the longest and i just wanted to put it out there haha. if mpreg isn’t your cup of tea then i don’t suggest reading this honestly. feedback is welcomed, but please refrain from making rude comments. i apologize in advance for any mistakes. happy reading loves xx
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
the words fly out your mouth faster than you can comprehend them. waking up in a hospital bed without your baby by your side and having the man you haven’t seen in over six months standing by your bed side was not what you had planned. you quickly sat up, immediately regretting doing so after a wave of dizziness hit you.
“don’t sit up so fast. here, the nurse said for you to drink some water when you wake up.” you stared at the clear plastic cup filled with water in his hand for a few seconds before slowly taking it out of his grasp and downing it in one go.
“you didn’t answer my question” you said as you crushed the empty cup in your hand. you looked up to see chanyeol staring at you with a blanl expression on his face.
“i heard you were having the baby.”
“since when did you care about the baby chanyeol?”
“ever since you decided to run away from me.”
“i didn’t have a choice.” it was true. at the time when you had ran away, things were a little out of hand. you didn’t feel safe at you and chanyeol’s shared apartment or anywhere for that matter. no matter how much people he had assigned to watch over you, it wasn’t enough. you being pregnant made it even worse.
“don’t say that, y/n. you could have stayed and you know it.”
“and have you kill our child? no, thanks.”
chanyeol’s jaw tightened.“i was not going to kill our child” he said. you scoffed.“are you really going to sit here and acy like you didn’t threaten to get rid of our child chanyeol? ‘get rid of it or else i will’ doesn’t ring a bell to you?” you asked. you were upset. how dare he have the nerve to waltz back into your life as everything was okay when it wasn’t?
“let me explain.”
“i don’t want to hear your fucking lies.”
“they aren’t lies damn it! why the hell can’t you just listen to me for once?”
“is this a good time or should i come back later?” the two of you looked up to see a nurse standing there with your son in her arms.“i apologize. we were just talking, but it’s alright” you said.“oh, alright. is this the baby’s father?” she asked as she placed your son in your arms. you nodded and the nurse gave you a small smile. after running over a couple of things, she finally left the room. it was quiet for a few moments before chanyeol spoke up.
“he has your lips and nose.”
you found yourself unconsciously smiling.
“yeah, he does,” you paused. you looked away from your son then looked at chanyeol once more who was staring at your son intently, “this conversation isn’t over, chanyeol. i hope you know that.”
chanyeol didn’t bother responding, instead shaking his head and watching as your son began to whine and fuss. you sighed. it was going to be a long night.
after multiple heated arguments and a few curse words here and there, four days later you found yourself standing in the place you once called home with your son nodding off in your arms, his cheek pressed against your shoulder. chanyeol wasn’t too far behind, your bags full of all your belongings laying at his feet. the silence was enough to make you want to scream. it was obvious how awkward and tense things were between you two, but you didn’t make a move to speak.
“y/n—” chanyeol started, but his sentence was cut off by the sound of thundering feet. your ears perked up at the familiar voices. not too long after, the rest of chanyeol’s gang was engulfing you in warm hugs and cooing over your son.
“he’s so cute.”
“he looks so much like that chanyeol. holy shit.”
“yah! don’t curse, baekhyun!”
after a few more hugs and even more cursing from baekhyun about how your son was “so fucking adorable” the ten of you moved to the living room. you already had a feeling of what was to come the moment you heard baekhyun’s question come out of his mouth.
“are you two back together?”
“no” you said at the same time chanyeol said, “we’re working on it.” baekhyun gave you a confused glance.“i’m lost — we’re lost. you left for six months and now you’re back with a child and… what’s going on?” he asked. you sighed.
“it’s complicated. truth be told, i didn’t want to come back and i didn’t expect to be back home especially after youngjae’s birth, but i didn’t have a choice” you threw chanyeol a look as you finished. no matter how much you tried to get him to see your side, at the end of the day you knew you didn’t really have much of a choice.“why did you leave in the first place?” kyungsoo asked suddenly.
“i didn’t have a choice.”
“of course you’d say that.”
you narrowed your eyes at chanyeol.“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked.“you had a fucking choice, y/n. i don’t care how hurtful the shit that i said was; you put yourself and my son’s life in danger when you could have talked things out with me and stayed. you didn’t have a choice? none of us do, y/n, but you’re too damn selfish to notice that.” he snapped. you raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“are you kidding? you expected me to stay after you threatened our child’s life?”
“i wasn’t thinking straight and you know damn well i didn’t mean it” chanyeol finally said to which you shook your head and scoffed once more.
“do i really? as far as i know, you could have tried to fucking find a way to get rid of him.”
“as far you know, someone else would have done it before i would even think of it. i was upset and frustrated with things at the time you told me you were pregnant. i was dealing with so much and you suddenly dropping this on me didn’t help. was i wrong for what i said? of course i was. i regret it every single day. however, that didn’t give you the fucking right to just up and leave for six months straight.
“did you even think about how overwhelmed i felt? as if you being in danger isn’t enough, now my child’s life would be, too. you can’t expect me to think rational in a situation like that. god, you’re so fucking selfish and inconsiderate, y/n, but i’m still the bad guy right? i always am and always will be to you.”
before you or anyone else for that matter could respond, chanyeol was already standing up and making his way out of the room. a few seconds later, you heard the sound of a door slamming shut and that’s when you knew that things wouldn’t be the same for a while.