Various Rose Quartzes. I like to think that Pink Diamond might have been more embracing to varying-quality gems, and that her entourage would have been a little less ‘perfect’ than the other Diamond’s.
Hannah’s suicide. It hung in the air like rain clouds that refused to let down the torrential water, dark and looming and huge. Her sudden death hit the town like a hurricane; nothing like that ever happened in their small world. Many had been shaken in the impact, only few had been injured by the shrapnel that splintered from her bomb.
Clay scowled mournfully at the incredibly fake memorial in the hall for his late friend. If anyone was a true friend of Hannah, they’d know she hated roses, Mrs. Baker had told Courtney Crimson. She thought they were a cliche. The one flower that stood out amongst the various shades of red roses was a delicate bouquet of baby’s breath, white and fragile.
Everyone had known you were a friend of Hannah, close enough and nice enough to have never done anything to hurt her, intentionally or not. Clay knew that you were such a way that it hadn’t warranted you a place in the girl’s thirteen tapes and it surprised him; practically anyone who had ever come into any contact with her at school had been given a side of a tape.
The boy’s gaze turned away from the table of flowers and candles when a locker slammed uncharacteristically shut. You stood, tears welling up in your eyes as you examined the monument from your own place across the hall. These students didn’t care; they hadn’t cared when she was alive, so why would they care now? Clay couldn’t tell if your tears were from your anger at the student body of Liberty High or your sadness over one of your only friends taking her life. He decided that it was both when you stormed away, allowing the doors to slam behind you.
The two of you had met through Hannah. You had shown up at the Crestmont to surprise her at work and see the movie you had been wanting to see before it was out of theaters. The girl introduced you to Clay and you hit it off. You three talked in the halls, exchanged answers on homework for classes you shared, had a stupid group chat where Clay talked shit about low budget sci-fi movies he had seen on TV and you and Hannah laughed at his rants.
He was close enough to you to know that you weren’t okay. This was taking a toll on you just as it had done with Olivia Baker. He had realized his mistake with Hannah and, at the end of the day, knew that it was just as much his fault as anyone else’s. He needed to reach out this time, stop somebody from doing something to themselves that they couldn’t reverse, so he followed after you.
He wasn’t surprised to find your car parked out at Eisenhower Park, your eyes staring blankly across the playground. You jumped when he knocked on your window, but nodded and gave him permission to join you. The space was silent aside from the harsh blow of the air conditioner and the radio playing some slow ballad. It seemed like twenty years before Clay spoke any words.
“How are you?” he asked, his voice quiet and unintentionally wavering.
“I’m… okay,” you replied, tensing. He knew you weren’t, everyone knew you weren’t, so why were you telling such a white lie in front of the only person who knew you better than Hannah.
You turned your head sharply, so much so that Clay was worried he’d given you whiplash or something. Your eyes blazed, though he couldn’t determine an exact emotion.
He squared his jaw and narrowed his eyes. You couldn’t tell if this was his way of showing his anger at you or building up the courage to say something.
“Stop telling me you’re okay.”
That’s what took you aback; those five words made your eyes widen, blink in rapid succession, trying to analyze what his motives were behind his sentence.
“Every time I ask you how you are, you say that you’re okay, that you’re fine when it’s obvious that you’re not. A-And I don’t mean to sound rude, but it’s worrying me,” he started. “I refuse to sit here and watch another person I love unravel themselves and do something they’ll regret because I was too afraid to reach out and help them. If-If I had said something to Hannah, let her know that I was here for her, maybe I could have stopped her, but I didn’t because I was scared. I’m not going to let you do that to yourself, too.”
More blinks. Clay was smart, intelligent, attentive. He knew how to read emotions, facial expressions, body language. He knew that you were hurting, that this whole situation was breaking down your mental health and sending it into a spiral of depression. You sat there bugged-eyed, not knowing how to respond.
He was blinking away his own tears, sad and angry and melancholy. Here the two of you were, breaking down in the crisp cold air of your car’s AC unit, tearing up and wanting to reach out to each other.
“[Name], if I would have just let her know-”
He was choking on nothing, his throat was closing up; you leaned across the console, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
He was sobbing, his wet hitting and soaking through your shirt sleeve.
“I can’t lose you, too. I’m here and I want to be here for you. Just don’t leave like she did.”
You were both crying now, holding each other tightly and trying to soothe each other through your own wet eyes. It was some consolation, some sort of reckoning force that brought you back from those thoughts. Seeing what Hannah’s departure had done to her family and the friends she had left behind was heartbreaking, it wasn’t something that you could ever do now that you thought about it.
Your fingers curled and gripped onto Clay’s jacket, bringing his warmth and comforting scent closer to yourself. “I won’t. Don’t let me go please.”
A/N: Was supposed to be working on a Jaehyun piece, but felt this strange urge to write something heartbreaking and painful, so I ended up here XD. Taeyong’s a sweetheart regardless of my fixation on Jae and this was fun. Enjoy! Oh yeah, subtle Maroon 5 reference somewhere in here. Maybe no one will notice? Mind the typos, will probably edit some time in the near future.
Gravity works differently between you and Taeyong.
Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: Angst, Romance, Brother’s best friend? Word Count: 9000+
Request: Tommy X Reader Tommy has been trying to get the attention of the reader for a few weeks now and is getting teased by his brothers due to his plans failing. However tommy does something extremely out of his comfort zone and finally wins over the shelby 😉 (Requested by Anon)
Thomas had first lain his cold, blue eyes on you at the races. You were jockey and he was going to see his horse when you rode by on yours. You looked like a queen on your black horse because of how straight your back was and how high you held your chin. If anyone who had never been to the races had seen you, they would’ve thought you owned the place.
Ever since Grace had left, Tommy never felt like he wanted to get the attention of any woman. But it all changed in that moment at the races. He had found out your name and had constant access to when you would be racing, that way he was always there.
BBRae Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush.
I’m so sorry this took ~forever~. Hopefully it’s worth the wait!
Beast Boy had an uncanny knack for ulterior motives.
He was devious, coy, and equally charming. How else could anyone have described the way in which he’d captured her attention so thoroughly?
Nonetheless, when the offer had been made, it seemed innocent enough, even though Raven should have known better.
She should have seen it coming.
“It’s just a small get-together,” he’d persisted at the time.
Beast Boy had been so nonchalant about the subject matter, that Raven had played right into his all too eager hands.
He’d been mostly immersed in his video game, eyes the shade of evergreens glued to the televsion screen, unblinking. The words escaped his lips in a monotone whisper, almost like he was running on autopilot while his brain focused on the match.
So easy was his explanation that the empath made nothing of it, and thus, with a shrug of her shoulders and a brief nod of her head, Raven had resigned to her fate.
Except, what the changeling had neglected to mention was the nature of such a get-together.
For example; perhaps a pertinent piece of information he’d conveniently left out, was the fact that it took place entirely poolside.
As in, a pool.
As in, bathing suits and bikinis, and a lot of unexpected nudity.
A very belated birthday one-shot for the wonderful @drsweetheart. Happy 17th, Bud! ❤️
Callie and Arizona had been back together for over four months now. Callie spent the first two finishing out her contract with NewYork Presbyterian, and the last month and a half staying at The Archfield while she settled back into her role as Chief of Orthopedics at Grey-Sloan. They decided it was too soon for her to simply move back in with her ex-wife-come-girlfriend, and Callie didn’t have the heart to look at real estate without the woman she knew she’d be spending the rest of her life with. They didn’t need to rush things this time. There was no car crash, or shooting. No trip to Africa, or surprise baby on the way. They had the rest of their lives to figure all of the details out.
And yet, between working out logistics for Sofia’s schedule and reaching the point in their relationship that allowed for sleepovers, they realized that Callie had all but moved in already. So Arizona presented her with a shiny new house key while on a date at a fancy restaurant to make things official, and Callie gladly accepted. Two weeks later, they were finally settling into a routine. It really felt like home again.