#but for some reason i just can't get them right??? T.T

[skubean]

Ohohoho have you written angst yet?

Maybe a reader who got assigned a character very similar with a graduated member and everyone gets mad on the reader or smth 🤭

Honestly sounds really juicy

oh my god anon first of all i am SO sorry this took so long, i was a little burnt out and busy but IM BACK (hopefully). second of all, I WROTE THIS AND DID NOT SAVE IT SO MY PROGRESS IS GONE so im starting from scratch again, im sorry if it isnt to your liking T.T also probably a bit controversial ksskkssk

where did it go wrong? ft. gn reader (nijisanji based)

cw: mentions of graduated member, pls dont take this srsly this is a fiction, lots of misunderstandings, angst to the core, this ones short bcs angst sucks!

you were beyond joy, ecstatic even. how could you not when you finally received the news you've been waiting for months. "i got in", you thought. it was probably the most happy you've ever been, especially considering how anxious you were the past few months, worried sick that you were going to get rejected. you were a part of the company now, the company you wanted to work with for streaming, it almost felt so unreal. when you sat in a meeting w the staffs, and went through some designs for your model, you were quick to notice one seeing quite familiar. and it broke your heart. it reminded you so much of them. but what hurt you more was when they urged you to use the exact model that you hoped you wouldn't get. their reasonings being that it suited you best, or that it makes up for the lost of one, something like that. you were shattered, scared, terrified, but lack the guts to reject anything. when you were introduced to the other members of the company, they all welcomed you warmly. the other members who were to debut alongside you quickly became acquainted w the others and it almost felt as if they've known them for so long. worried that you would be left behind, you had personally messaged some of your senpais to seek for guidance and to make conversations, only to be treated so coldly. "oh sorry, y/n. i can't help you i'm busy", while they helped the others earnestly. "you don't know how to start stream? what are you, an amateur?", while they guided your debut mates side by side. "if you want to have people like you, you gotta be more original. don't stoop so low and be a fake like this" you were beyond confusion. what the hell was all this treatment you were getting? did you say something wrong? were you rude? did you offend anybody? why, just why were they ignoring you so openly, and multiple at that too. but you held strong, you stayed calm. if you wanted to debut, then this prejudice was nothing. you could do it. it was going to be fine. except it wasn't. when debut day came, you were the last in line to stream. technical issues, internet problems. you couldn't bare to see twitter, to see the hate that was being thrown at you for being unprofessional. at last, when you finally got the stream to work, you were shocked to see the criticism they were throwing at you in the live chat. "rip-off" "faker" "unoriginal" "give us back what we lost" you wanted to cry. why is it your fault? you noticed how shaky your voice was, and you tried so so hard to hold back your tears. your hands were trembling, and you kept fumbling on your words. it was just so unfair. why should you bear the sins of other people? post debut, you were looking at the tweets and were just so heartbroken to see the double treatment people were giving you. you hated everything at that moment, and were rethinking if you did the right thing. it wasn't fair. you were human too. months passed by and you were never free from the foul mouths of the people on the internet, and it drained you so much. you wanted to make a living, wanted to do your best to provide content for people just as it makes you happy. but if happiness wasn't destined for you, and if people couldn't see your sincerity, then maybe it was all your fault in the end.

a/n: bro can i just say i hate angst skskssksk this sucks

#idk what to tag #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #njsj x reader #njsj en x reader #nijisanji en x you

[minijooy]

﹋ ִ 💥 ֪֢ ♡︩ · NCT DREAM: you're confessing to them.

* they rejected you. *

୨ৎ Jeno

"jen, i like you, more than friends.", "you better be joking me.", "why?" he sighed not letting a single word come out. you kept asking but he just walk away from you. "what did i do wrong?!" you screamed at him, he stopped and said "i didn't feel the same way." you can't help but to cry, you didn't want to, especially cus of some guy, but it can't be helped. he later apologized for leaving you and making you cry.

୨ৎ Jaemin

"jaem, i like you more than friends." at first he thought you were messing around with you, he chuckled, but seeing your expression.. "wait, you're serious?" you answers with a nod. "i'm sorry.", "ah, it's okay, i mean, i will get over it somehow." he probably will feel bad every time he sees you, so he may or not may avoid you. you realize what he has been doing, you couldn't do anything about his feelings so you both started to grow apart.

୨ৎ Renjun

"jun, i have feelings for you.", "what feelings?" he furrowed both of his eyebrows, seeing how he reacted to what you said hurts. "romantic to you? you can put it that way.", "i don't feel the same way, y/n, i'm sorry." he didn't think about a second about his answer, plus his voice doesn't usually this cold, it's always a charming and gentle voice came out of that little mouth. "no, it's okay. i'm the one who is sorry."

୨ৎ Haechan

"haechan, i like you.. a lot." he would laugh as hard as he can, he assume you were just joking and had no hard feelings involved. he didn't know that one action could affect your relationship with him. you feel so confused, and suddenly tears just come out. he's just laughing so why is it so hurt? "h-hey y/n, you are serious? why are you crying? i'm so sorry.", "sorry for what?", "i laughed at your feeling and.. it doesn't mutual."

୨ৎ Mark

"mark, i like you, romanticly." man is too stunned to speak, he doesn't know what to say. he doesn't expect you have something more for him. he feels bad, but he doesn't want to force his feelings on you. "i'm not feeling the same way, thank you for telling me, y/n." he hugged you, it felt so safe around his arm. someone needs to move on.

୨ৎ Chenle

"hey, i need to tell you something.", "what??? are you gonna tell me you're in love with me and want to ask me out??" he said while laughing, you are in SHOOK, this man is something. you stay quiet, didn't know what to say because he already said it all. "wait, i'm right??! shiii.. noo.", "i'm sorry, OKAY???!" he is too stunned to speak, he was only joking after all.

୨ৎ Jisung

"jisungg, i like you, would you go out with me?" he is so confused, it's too sudden for him. "i- i don't feel the same way, y/n, i'm sorry." but for some reason, the one that gonna cry is jisung T.T he is such a baby. you told him it's okay, and you're gonna collect your feelings together, so he didn't need to worry.

#kpop #nct #nct dream #jeno #kpop imagines #lee jeno #mark #mark lee #jaemin #na jaemin #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan #zhong chenle #chenle #huang renjun #renjun #park jisung #jisung #nct dream headcanons #dreamies #nct dream x reader #nct imagines #nct headcanon #nct reactions #nct headcanons #mini.joy

[party-gilmore]

Aaannnd with the influx of Twitter users also comes the beginning of Twitter bullshit.

Just got a suggested post in my dash of Obvious Plant Attempts To Garner Sympathy Via "Everyone Dogpiled On Me Because I Spoke Openly About Wishing I Hadnt Started HRT So Young, Here's Some Obvious TERF Dogwhstles About The Irreversible Effects Of HRT I Wish I'd Known And Why We Need To Advocate For Stricter Regulations On Allowing Youths Hormone Therapy."

NOW. Some people do genuinely detransition. Or retransition to something else. And they deserve our support no matter the reasons. It's all about Finding The Truest Them. So how do you recognize and the Obvious Plant while not accidentally turning your back on someone looking for real support? I'm not the best at explaining to others feel FREE to chime in here especially if you've more experience and/or eloquence please, but here are some things to help you weed out the garden:

ANY post with an end goal of "-NOT what i expected at all! And this is why we should have stronger restrictions on providing HRT/Surgical treatments." I GUARANTEE you, any person seeking gender affirming health care has been told REPEATEDLY what the possible side effects are. Over and over and over. It is HARD to get treatment. It's not some crazy hypothetical"they gave this to me so easily before i could make an informed choice and i regret it so much T.T" fentanyl in the Halloween candy kind of situation. On top of that, the MOST a minor is gonna get is puberty blockers. The post in question was a "21 yr old man on T for 5 years and now he looks like a 40 yr old dad 😥" Point me to a 16 yr old that got access to complete HRT and i will BEG you for their health care providers contact info i can't even get an appointment at PP to start TALKING about starting T at thirty.

ANY post who's main regret is "-and I'm ugly now." Re: the example above, the Plant Post was bemoaning their lack of youth and attractiveness and how their life was "ruined" now because of the "irreversible effects." 1) The effects of second puberty are about as irreversible and first puberty. Which is to say. The whole reason HRT works... is because... most of it *is* changeable. Your doctor will spell out which is which for you. The one this post was complaining about??? Balding. Male pattern balding. That's it. Beautifully clear skin, lovely face, but because of male pattern balding now their "ruined." They are actively playing on stereotypes of what is and isn't attractive to cishet women. That is terfy as fuck. No one actually detransitioning is doing it because they werent "as attractive as a _____ they thought they'd be." It's because something just intrinsically does not (or it did once but no longer) feel right in who they are. The idea anyone would go through that for something as shallow as being/not being "hot..." Wtf. 2) do you KNNNOOWWW??? how many of my 20's and early 30's transman friends and kinda me ??? Would KILLLLLLL TO LOOK LIKE A 40 YEAR OLD DAD????

ANY MENTION AT ALL OF "HOW TERRIBLE" IT IS THAT "QUEER SOCIETY" FORCING PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY KIDS, TO TRANSITION. NO ONE IS PUSHING TRANSITION ON KIDS. IT IS THE OPPOSITE PROBLEM. PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO STOP EVEN SOCIAL TRANSITION. PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FORCE KIDS TO DE-TRANSITION. THIS IS YOUR BIGGEST CLUE.

Of course we want to support other queer folk who, for whatever reason in their gender gender journey, destransition. Even if it's the right decision, it's a hard one, and will always be a struggle. And they'll need support. (And they are still queer! They lived and explored as a gender other than the one assigned to them at birth! They have been both now! Welcome to Cis Plus! Cis With Benefits! Their Journeys In Gender will always be queer ones and no one can take that away from them!!!)

Unfortunately, this is going to CONSTANTLY be co-opted by TERFs and other trans exclusionists trying to twist it into some kind of GOTCHA! to further restrict access to gender affirming care. And you NEED to keep eyes open for it, particularly now during the Twitter exodus.

#queer #terf dogwhistles #anti terf #detransitioning

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hey yo, I hope work is going well, Im glad you got some rest. Sleep is so important. Ive only come to realize how important it is to ones health and mental wellbeing in recent years. T.T

The post of gyu vs tyun quote and the weekend song call out my name is too painfullll. Why whyyyy

I think that tyun would only write one letter and that it would be angry but that you could still tell his pain behind it all. I'm kind of imagining a wolf alone in the cold all sharp teeth threats and snarling but you can see the fear and pain and disorientation in it's eyes and it's shivering body. Like it will kill you if you come closer but it's also scared to death/in pain. That's just the image I have right now of Tyun after OC leaves. I also think he would write the letter in the earlier stages and if he did write a second one it would be not angry or emotional at all it would be very controlled and emotionless but a clear threat. ie come back/bring my wife back/you will be punished for your crimes of sluttery.

Will this be the rise of stannis like Tyun? I'm scared. But I also dont think he'll get over the pain so quickly/shut down completely at least not yet immediately even if outwardly he's act all cold, ruthless and dead inside. I feel like he'll be unhinged (but "reasonably" justify it). Like how he was with kai when he made him behead his best friend.

YOH imagine somehow Tyun forces OC to murder Gyu? But also wasn't there a spoiler about Tyun getting captured by Gyu or am I imagining it?

I feel like Tyun is going to launch an unhinged kidnapping attempt to get OC back and then get captured and tortured by Gyu, but Gyu will act like Tyun was trying to "assassinate the rest of the royal family".

Also, I have a third option besides Tyun not confessing even if one of them dies or confessing when she dies, or he dies in the last moment.

What if he confesses, he was falling in love with her and that he did love her but that she killed that love, and the situation would be Gyu was killed by Tyun, and she is now back with Tyun as his wife and he won't kill her "showing her mercy" like she always wanted him to be more merciful right? (Him being sarcastic basically) but actually doing it so that she can't be reunited with Gyu in the afterlife(yet). And as a team lord tyun this kills me to write I don't want my lil meow meow to turn into stannis. This doesn't really make much sense story wise but I just thought if there could be a third horrible way that he confesses his love.

I honestly dont know who she'll end up with I also dont even know who I want her to end up with. Because either way it would be horrible somehow. OC is destined not to have a happy ending.

Oh i just thought of something horrible what if oc does get pregnant with Tyuns child and then she obvi always wanted a family and such so i dont think shed want to abandon the child or yeet it because of her own trauma with being abandoned as a kid. But Gyu would obviously hate the Kid and want to kill it even worse if the kid has Tyuns eyes, like the kid looks like OC mostly but has Tyuns eyes and smile. This would kill OC and Gyu especially if Gyu killed Tyun. and also, if Tyun knew oc was pregnant (that's why he recklessly tries to kidnap her back) but Gyu kills him and then he'll be so miserable whilst dying because he'll know his kid will likely be abused or killed by Gyu. I don't know why I'm writing all these horrible and worst-case scenarios because I feel sad now lol.

Anyways dont worry about the next chapter just post it whenever you are ready and however you want to post it. We will gobble it up like the YAMQN sluts that we are.

it's super important but i get too much sleep honestly which is also bad for you lmao like i usually sleep 12 hours a day 💀 i wanna stop but idk i just feel tired otherwise :')

yes yessss i agree so much. he would write one angry or emotional message in a moment of weakness but then not send anything again other than a formal threatening message after he collected himself. and your description of tyun after oc left him? impeccable! i couldn't have written it better that's exactly him!

"you will be punished for your crimes of sluttery." pfffft that made me laugh 😂

"YOH imagine somehow Tyun forces OC to murder Gyu?" remember when oc had this thought after watching kai behead jaeyun? "Will Taehyun one day force you to kill someone you love too? Will he make you kill Beomgyu? Or will your head be on the chopping block instead?" 💀

no there wasn't a teaser about gyu capturing taehyun i think it was just some anons speculating

"What if he confesses, he was falling in love with her and that he did love her but that she killed that love, and the situation would be Gyu was killed by Tyun, and she is now back with Tyun as his wife and he won't kill her "showing her mercy" like she always wanted him to be more merciful right?" fuukkkkkkk that would be so ironic and cruel but it's also so taehyun. maybe he even has some remaining sentiment towards her and doesn't actually want to kill her but at the same time he's so fucked up from what she did that he'd never show her affection again and she'd be forced to live in a cold loveless marriage with him knowing that her soulmate died and the one man who wanted to help her now hates her 😭 honestly there are a million ways this fic can end and they're all so good that i sometimes think of changing the ending but i gotta stick to my guns even if my original ending isn't the best lol i just built up to it for so long to change my mind now

"shed want to abandon the child or yeet it" STOP 😭😭😭

"worse if the kid has Tyuns eyes, like the kid looks like OC mostly but has Tyuns eyes and smile." fuck this is sooooo gooood omg like it would look like oc so gyu wouldn't want to hurt it but it also would have tyun's grey eyes and every time it would smile, gyu would see tyun's smile 😭😭 fuck he'd be living in torment everyday and oc too especially if tyun dies she'd have a living breathing reminder of what she did to tyun

you have such good ideas i love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#y'all are smarter than me lmao #my ideas are all cliche #mort talks #yamqn #y'all about to be disappointed lmao

[thetrashywritingwitch]

I'm very torn trashy. I got out of a toxic 2 yr relationship, but there is still a part of me that misses his company and wants him as a friend. He even threw my innocent friends under the bus just because they sided with me on the breakup after hearing his weak excuses. I have a loving new boyfriend now, and I love him dearly. But whenever I see Sonic stuff or Batman stuff I cry a little since that's what my ex enjoys. I hate my heart for wanting to forgive him. What do I do? T.T

v sorry for not answering this sooner

first, sorry you're dealing with this. ending a relationship is tough and takes time to move past, even if the relationship was not healthy. FYI i've been there (sorta) where I ended a very toxic and abusive relationship many years ago. and i'd ended it multiple times, always going back through guilt or pressure or some other reason that to any outside observer might seem dumb but to US in the situation, it made sense. that's how manipulative relationships usually work and why they're so difficult to permanently leave behind

but i get remembering the good memories or things that remind you of him. it's easy and comforting to recall that stuff. but you must remember the bad in addition to the good. that the good can't overshadow the bad and why it was healthy and the best thing for you to leave it behind.

it's ok to be reminded of him through sonic or batman. that's natural. HOWEVER, forgiveness has a very important caveat: the dedication to change and grow. same with apologies. an apology without positive and healthy growth is just manipulation. and you can forgive him eventually, HOWEVER, the forgiveness must be for YOU and not for HIM. he does not have the right or authority to demand an apology of you, and you are not required to give one. many times, manipulators and toxic people want to feel better about their actions by coaxing you to forgive them, esp on a public forum.

but if you want to forgive him for YOUR sake, you definitely can. but he doesn't need to know if you dont want to tell him. you can just keep it to yourself if you want. but agin, it's something that helps you move on and let go of resentment, anger, hurt, etc. but it also does not make you a bad person for never offering forgiveness. i didn't lol. years after i left my ex, i found him somehow following my personal IG. he messaged me apologizing for what he did (no details). and i said "never talk to me again" and blocked him and that was that. i didn't forgive him, didn't acknowledge his apology whether it was sincere or not, didn't give him an avenue to pull me back in. just cut him off at the start. and you're free to do the same if that's what you wanna do.

so again, you're free to feel sad about those memories or nostalgia, you're free to forgive him. however, your health and safety and happiness is more important than his comfort. never forget the bad alongside the good.

#trashy answers #abuse tw #toxic relationship tw

[topsyturvy-dream]

Title: Happier Days

Scene Explanation: This scene happens sometime at the start of yours and Hashirama’s married life. The both of you went out to a nearby field to stargaze and just bask in the love and happiness of finally being officially together. Here, the both of you share your hopes and dreams for the future - to live in a peaceful world and build a big happy family.

Artist’s Notes: Here’s another pairing from my Naruto OC series! I originally didn’t plan one for Hashirama, but I keep seeing @softiekage simping about him, so I got inspired and decided to include him 😂 To see the HD version of the art, please click and zoom the picture. The background is supposed to look like a starry night, and I used actual constellations for the bigger stars!

OC Background: The OC background is based on this Hashirama imagine plot I wrote a few months ago, but I added and changed a few things, which I summarised here. I do recommend reading the imagine since there are some details there that were not included here. I would also like to thank the anon for the original idea. This OC wouldn’t have been born without your big brains 🧟 and beautiful mind 😄 Enjoy!

You belong in a small yet peaceful clan that has a special ability, and that ability allows certain members to conjure really strong force fields with their chakra. Your clan is not really big on fighting and prefer to take a neutral side, but those few who practice the ninja arts specialise more on defensive techniques. 

When you were a child, you and your younger cousin would sneak out of your clan grounds to play. However, one day, the both of you unknowingly ran into a clearing quite far away from your home, and enemy ninjas sneaking away from a nearby battle stumbled upon you. Finding easy preys, they decided to attack. As one of them threw a kunai to your cousin, you ran to protect them but got hit in your lower abdomen in the process. Due to the pain and adrenaline, it triggered your chakra to create a huge force field that knocked out the enemies. Thankfully, your clansmen sensed you due to the surge of chakra from the force field, and they were able to save you from your injuries and chakra exhaustion. From then on, fighting doesn’t interest you. But even as a civilian, you would sometimes practice your special ability in a field safely within the vicinity of your clan grounds.

It was in this field that a wounded teenage Hashirama, who got separated from his clan members during a battle, stumbled upon your training. You decided to help him, and that was the start to your beautiful friendship. Whenever he finds a free time, Hashirama and you would meet in your field, and the both of you would just talk about everything. He would tell you about his dreams to bring peace to this world and you bonded with him over this. Eventually, the both of you fell in love and got married.

After Konoha was founded and the battle at the Valley of the End happened, the Senju elders who were scared for the future of the clan demanded for you to bear an heir. After many tries but with no results, you and Hashirama found out that you have complications carrying a child due to your uterus being injured when you were younger. Angered by this, the elders forced Hashirama to either divorce you and marry their chosen bride or keep a mistress that will give him a child. Hashirama didn’t want to resort to this, insisting that Tobirama will be his heir. But knowing the duty and responsibility that Hashirama has for his clan and for the village, you gave him your blessing. Thus, the elders set up Hashirama’s to be mother-to-his-child: Mito Uzumaki! 

Because of this arrangement, you’ve experienced so much heartache and sadness. When the time came for the child to be born, you insisted to be part of Mito’s entourage (she had to bear the child at some secret location due to being a jinchuriki) as Hashirama couldn’t make it due to an important meeting for Konoha. Little did everyone know that the meeting was a trap. It was a diversion for a two-way attack in killing both Hashirama and the his heir. Weakened by childbirth and with the guards fending off the enemy, you were tasked to run away to safety with the baby. Unfortunately, two of the enemies caught up to you and you had no choice but to fight. Having learned a few tricks from Hashirama, you fought your all while protecting the baby. Because the enemies underestimated you, you were able to defeat them but not without getting multiple injuries yourself. You used your last supply of chakra to create a strong protective barrier around the baby and your last few breaths to soothe them. 

Hashirama, after defeating his enemies, arrived too late to save you. He never really was the same after your death, with his smiles, his laughs, and his life a little less brighter. He married Mito due to the insistence of the elders, but it was an empty marriage because you will always be the only person to have his heart. He is forever haunted by what he lost, whispers of your laughter and warmth that he will never get to experience again, until he passed away. Because you and Hashirama had unfinished business, your soul was stuck in limbo (similar to Sakumo). When the Fourth Shinobi War came, you were one of those who got reanimated (you have one of the strongest force fields). It was there when you and Hashirama finally came face to face again. Tears spilling down both your eyes, Hashirama apologises for all the hurt that he has caused you, begging you to forgive him for being too late. He tells you that he never stopped loving you and that his life was never complete without you by his side. You approached him and lovingly caressed his cheek, telling him that there’s nothing to forgive, and that whatever happens, you will always love him, too. From then on, he would never stray from your side, and when the time came for your souls to be released, you and your Hashi held your hands in each other and passed through to the afterlife together – finally at peace. 

#senju hashirama #naruto fanart #hashirama x oc #hashirama x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #instead of using a generic looking oc i used an oc generator instead #also this is actually my second drawing of hashi #i didn't like how the first one turned out so i decided to start all over again #for some reason hashirama is actually quite a tricky character to draw #i mean his hair and features look quite simple #but for some reason i just can't get them right??? T.T #been editing and editing until i was satisfied lol #i'm pretty happy with how this one turned out though so yayyyy #my little artwork

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi Bonny!! How are you doing? I'm writing you bc i NEED (yes, in all caps) another round of jimin!homeAU pleaasee I miss him T.T maybe some jealous jimin ? with fluff pls bc my heart won't handle these two apart :'( anyways, hope you have an amazing week!! <3

sweet to know home!Jimin wasn't forgotten

Jimin and you love to playfight a lot.

Not just physically, but vocally most of all. You enjoy getting onto his nerves sometimes, and he knows how to take a joke very well- it makes conversations easy, and living with him a lot of fun. You've both decided to move in together only recently- but you know for a fact that you'd never regret it in a million years. Jimin himself had told the guys that he simply had deemed it time to have a bit of time for himself- having lived with them for a long time now. But you both knew the action must've made them suspicious at least, considering Jimin wasn't the kind of guy to enjoy being all by himself for long.

And sometimes, Jimin really desperately wants to say it out loud.

Like right now, when Taehyung sits a bit too close for his liking. Jimin had simply introduced you as a friend who was visiting- after his bandmate had shown up uninvited, having spotted you in the background almost instantly. It's clear that he wasn't buying the lie- but Jimin respected your decision to lie low for now.

However, he started to seriously get pissed off at how Taehyung seemed to try and charm you.

He knew you'd never accept any of his advances- you were loyal, and Jimin truly appreciated that. He trusted you with his life, after all- a kind of trust the singer doesn't throw around lightly, against what people might think. Not only that, but he only lets people know how much they need to know- without ever letting them in truly.

You're the first in years.

"Fuck this." He suddenly says, sitting behind you with a whine, before he pulls you onto his lap. "You can't expect me to just watch and take it baby, I'm sorry!" He apologizes, hiding his face in your neck, ready for the blow. He really wants to go with your decision, but he can't. Not when his bandmate, for some reason, looks so good together with you. Not when his mind starts to turn around, imagining you falling for the taller, better looking and way more skilled singer on his couch. He was his friend- but there were limits for him.

But he hears you both laugh suddenly, and he instantly leans up to check on your smiling face. "He's figured it out already, Jiminie." You giggle, as he pouts.

"So that was just for your entertainment, yeah?" He scolds playfully, a dramatic look on his face, as Taehyung laughs openly on the other side of the couch- happy to see his best friend so at ease with you. "You brat!" Jimin calls out, pulling you backwards against him before his hands attack your sides- uncaring of Taehyungs eyes watching.

"We all did, actually." Taehyung admits, as Jimin slows his antics, now becoming a bit more serious again. "We.. Kind of connected the dots even before you moved out." He says, and Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Can't be helped." You simply shrug however,leaning back into the singer's chest as Jimin's heart swells at the prospect of not having to hide any longer.

He really loves you dearly- and he can't wait to show it to everyone.

#home!jimin #bts imagine #jimin imagine

[sicjimin]

hii I have a request !! could you do Jimin being really sick but the boys are mad at him for some reason and doesn't notice.. Yoongi is the one who notice something is off

A.N : finally T.T i'm sosososo sorry this took a very very long time .. i hope this meets your expectations and i'm sorry for the lame ending T.T i hope you like this !! enjoy :]

TW : emeto , graphic descriptions of vomiting

Jimin opened the door to the little vocal practice room, sighing in relief when he sees no one occupied the room. He plopped himself on the cair and pressed the heels of his palm on his eyes. No, he's not going to cry. He can't cry. He comes here just for ... breather.

If he could rate how this day has been going on—even if it's just noon— it will be a solid 0/10. Start with waking up with a headache that progressively worse now along with fever, got scolded by the AR team because he submitted the member's work late, Namjoon and Seokjin got annoyed and scolded him because he late for like ... 20 minutes for their interview. Yeah, that was all occurred in 4 hours since he wakes up and he can't wait for another mess he might cause since his body just won't cooperate.

Jimin huff and opened the porridge he asked the staff to bring in. He gulped at the sight of lumpy food in front of him. But he needs it. He can't go on with his day with an empty stomach, but an actual food with rice seems too heavy for his liking. He slowly brings a spoonful to his mouth, it tastes bitter.

He fished his phone, placed it on the table as he swipes the screen, the photos of 7 of them on the strawberry farm flashed right away—12.10 PM. He still has 15 minutes before dance practice starts. Sighing, he brings another spoon of his lunch, this time at a faster pace since he didn't want to be late, and got scolded again. Maybe if he's lucky he could catch a quick nap in the practice room.

—

Jimin opened his bleary eyes, winced when the bright light from the lamp hitting his eyes along with the loud sound of their song from the speaker blasting through his ears. "Min, get up. Time to practice", Seokjin nudges his arms. It takes Jimin a few seconds before nodding and brings his leg to his position. He can't help but feeling the guilt come creeping back when he sees Seokjin immediately walk away the time he opened his eyes. Is he still mad at me?

Jimin huff as he put up his mask—he knows he looks like shit so it might help to conceal it—and walk, placing himself beside Yoongi. The older turns his head to him, making Jimin squirmed a little under his intense gaze, "Are you okay? You sleep quite long there". Jimin nods, " Mhm, fine hyung. Just tired"

"Practice hasn't started and you're already tired? You're grandpa, Minie", Yoongi teases. Usually, Jimin gonna bites back at him or simply slaps him lightly, so don't blame Yoongi when he's confused as to why Jimin just nodding at his tease earlier. He was about to tease him more to argue with assumption in his head but Hoseok's loud voice that ask them to get ready already blaring in his ears.

Yoongi took a brief glance to the younger, maybe later.

—

Jimin can see Hoseok's annoyed glance through the mirror, along with other members' tired breathe and groans since they had to repeat the dance once again, and that's all because he messed up few beats slower than others.

" i'm sorry, i will fix it", he mumbled in between his effort to catch his breath.

"You've been saying that since the first time you messed up", Hoseok bites. " Jimin-ah", he steps closer, "Whats wrong with you today? You never make this much mistake on the usual day. If you're not up to practice just say it and you can go"

Jimin bites his lips. He could feel his breath become quick-paced as his mind rushing with all the self-blaming. He shut his eyes, "I'm sorry hyung"

"Make up you're sorry with getting it right after this", Hoseok says as it finals before he walks away to the table to discuss something with the choreographer.

Jimin brushes his hair in frustration before he walks back and plopped himself on the couch. "Drink?", Yoongi says as he offers the cold water in his hand. Jimin shakes his head, too busy to drink a copious amount of breath he could catch to lessen his thumping head. Adrenaline mixed with sickness in his body not giving him any favor. He screwed his eyes tight when his stomach sloshing angrily. He's gonna be sick.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look pale, Jimin-ah"

"I'm fine hyung, don't worry", Jimin mustered a strained smile before standing up. He shuts his eyes for a moment when the room is tilting, luckily, Yoongi's reflex is fast. Jimin opened his eyes and clears his throat as the porridge he ate earlier settles behind his throat, " I'm going to the bathroom, hyung"

Yoongi nods hesitantly, "You want me to come?"

Jimin swallows thickly as he shakes his head slowly, curses himself when it just making his head spinning and nausea more prominent, "No hyung, i'll be quick, just need to pee"

"Okay, be quick Jimin-ah", Jimin flew from the practice room to the bathroom beside it the moment Yoongi says that, throwing himself to the sink just in time when lumpy porridge mixed with his dinner yesterday splatter aggressively to the sink in one big stream. It leaving him chokes and almost crying as the force heightened the thumping in his head. He gasps for breath before his stomach twisted again.

It took him few rounds before his stomach can stop rebelling against him. He walks back slowly, his hand grazing over his stomach and another supporting himself from tripping on his own feet.

"Jimin-ah, come here quick! We gonna start again", Hoseok's loud voice is the first one that greeted him the moment he opened the door. He quickly settles himself beside Yoongi, hearing the older asking, " You look like a mess, have you been crying?" that he only could respond with vague head shakes before the music starts.

The third time they re-run the dance, Jimin almost collided with Yoongi, and of course, that gained a glare from Hoseok and a loud sigh from another member since they had to re-do it again.

"That's it for today, I don't think we could make any progress if we're like this. Let's rest and continue tomorrow", Hoseok walk away and dismissed them all.Jimin bites his lips, hard—he's sure he could almost taste blood there— as he walks to the couch and grabs his thing. There's only one thing in his mind, that is to go home. He messed up a lot of things today, he can't handle one more disappointed looks thrown at him, and his body just feels way worse. It feels like one wrong touch and he'll burst. He huffs and brushes his hair, walking to Namjoon and Yoongi that still longing on the staff table there, "Hyung", Jimin calls out, and of course, both of them will turn his head. " Yes, Jimin-ah, what is it?", Namjoon opened his mouth first as he observed the younger. There's something off about Jimin but he can't pinpoint it. "Can I go home early?", Jimin mumbled weakly, suddenly the confidence that he had to ditch the meeting is gone. " Huh? Can I know why? You know that's still about our album, right?" Yoongi asked, and for once, he actually looked interested. " Well...yeah, I mean," Jimin sighs, trying to think of a good reason, anything, as he scratched his head nervously." I just feel really horrible today" is all that came out. The two older men look at each other, contemplating.

" Are you hurt?", Yoongi asked gently. Jimin shook his head softly while looking away from the elder man to the ground, " No, hyung, no I'm not hurt. I promise". That statement made Yoongi squints, "Then", he turns around and grab his bag along with his jacket, " I will go home with you", Yoongi says as he wrapped his arms around the younger shoulder then give a soft pat on Namjoon's, not giving he younger space to speak nor argue, "Please fill us in later about the meeting, see you later, Joon-ah" Namjoon could only nod and watch them walk out of the building with confusion written all over his face.

Jimin released his breath that he didn't know he has been held the moment they stepped out from the room. "You are sick", Yoongi states as they walk in the hallway. "You should have said something to me", Yoongi continues before Jimin even had a chance to open his mouth, "I would have made sure you stayed home". Jimin knows he couldn't have. They are entering the busiest month in their schedule as their comeback coming soon, and they still have a lot of things to fix and prepare, and as music production manager, of course, he couldn't slacking off. 

"Hyung I'm fine", Yoongi turns his head to look at the younger in disbelief, how can he say he's fine when his skin burning under Yoongi's arm? Yoongi was about to open his mouth to argue as they almost reaching the entrance door, but the next thing that happened throw him off.

"Hyung, I think I need to go to the bathroom first", Yoongi eyed how vocalizing each word seems so hard for Jimin as the latter keeps swallowing thickly. " You can go to the car first, I will come—", a wet gag cut Jimin's sentence as his body hunched forward. Yoongi catches the younger panicked look before he bolts to the bathroom down the hallway. It happened so fast, so it took Yoongi a few seconds to comprehend the situation before he scrambles on his feet to followed Jimin. 

Yoongi burst the bathroom door and throw his eyes around, trying to figure where the younger is in between the closed stall door. He got his answers when he heard someone muffled a cough but then followed by the trickling of liquid hitting the water.

"Jimin-ah?", Yoongi knocks and answered with a long deep belch that soon lapping with the sound of vomit rushing into the toilet. Yoongi knocks again when it's silent there, it seems as Jimin's stomach gave him a quick break, " Jimin-ah, please open. This is hyung"

The lock stumbled for a second before the door opened, showing Jimin's figure that already hunched over the toilet with one of his hands bracing on the wall, steadying his weak legs as stomach gurgles more of sick. Jimin shuddered when he felt the lumpy texture of the porridge he ate earlier slipping through his tongue and rush in a rapid stream, leaving him chokes and sputters. He thoughts he's already empty from the earlier puking session he had but his body just wants to make it worse. He feels dizzy, head-spinning around as he leans against the wall, and throws up everything that he just consumed again. He could feel Yoongi's grips tighten on both of his arms, supporting him from completely falling over.

"Oh gosh, Jimin-ah, you're shaking", Yoongi murmured under his breath. His hand reaching to flushed the toilet before he brushes the dampen blond hair from the younger forehead that now, half-conscious in his embrace. His heart clenched looking at the usual plump pink lips now become pale and chapped. " Are you finished? Or do you still think you're gonna puke?"

Jimin shifts his arms, eyes closed as his nose scrunch up adorably when he could feel his tongue taste bland and bitter, "I think... I'm done hyung". Yoongi hums softly and guides the younger to rinse his mouth and walk to their car. Jimin leaned himself on Yoongi's shoulder as soon as they seated, and Yoongi quick to wrap his arm safely around Jimin's tiny figure, giving it a rub that calming the latter. The gentle touch from the older tickles something in Jimin as exhaustion and sickness come crashing him at once. It just dawned on him how horrible he felt and how he has been disappointing a lot of people this day alone. Before he knew, tears already escape from his eyes that soon morph into a soft sob.

"Jimin-ah? what's wrong? why are you crying?", Yoongi panicked once he felt Jimin's body shaking under his arms with sobs, "something hurts?", he continues as he shifts his body to get a clear look at the younger. Jimin shakes his head and just nuzzled his head deeply into Yoongi's crooks, his clammy hands tighten their grips on Yoongi's shirt. The older sighs in defeat and continue to comfort the younger while occasionally mumbled, "It's okay, you're doing great" when he catches few words of Jimin's frustrated rambles. He makes a mental note to give Hoseok and other members his piece of mind the moment they went home, and to Jimin as well when he's feeling better, so the younger could stop acting all fine when he's not.

The ride was silent since Jimin spend most of it sleeping after the short breakdown—waking up once for them to pull over when suddenly he's gagging wetly into his palm. Yoongi dragged Jimin's limp body to the couch, running upstairs to fetch a blanket, pillow, and clean pajamas for the younger to change from his work fit. It was hard to convince him to be conscious for a moment so he can change but, Yoongi managed to do it.

Time went like a blur for Yoongi, the next thing he know is Hoseok and Seokjin hovering over him with their padded jacket still on, it seems like they just got home.

"Hyung, why are you sleeping here with Jimin? and .. ", Hoseok trailed off as he observes the living room that look quite a mess with tissue, trashcan beside the couch, bowl, glass, and few meds threw carelessly there, " Jiminie is sick?", he continues in shock. Yoongi just groggily hums, stretching his stiff body and turn his head to the side where Jimin is peacefully sleeping, completely knocked off from the meds. He scoots over to check the younger forehead and sighs in relief when the fever seems to lower.

"Since when he's sick? He seems fine earlier", Seokjin mumbled.

"He already sick since the morning", Yoongi huffs and glance to Hoseok that standstill beside him, " You owe him a big apology Hoba, i know we're stressed about comeback but you went too harsh at him today"

Guilt washed over Hoseok's eyes, "I don't know that he's sick hyung .. i won't lash out if I know he's sick", he mumbles weakly. Yoongi stands as he gives the younger a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, " I know, now you can make up to him with taking care of him, okay? I need to take a shower"

Hoseok just nods mindlessly as he quickly takes off his coat and tidying the living room before he settles beside the sick man that still out cold.

"You just say that so you can escape, right?", Seokjin nudges him lightly while they walk upstairs to their room. Yoongi grins, " Thats one of my reason, but Hobi indeed went too far earlier. and don't think i don't know about you too, hyung"

Seokjin pouts, "I know, i will help Hobi after this"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!yoongi #sick!jimin

[micia-posts-stuff]

Chapter 123

Soooooo

For the past few months I've always said that I missed Levi and Hanji, but I was glad they were far away from the battlefield, so I could wait. I've always thought it was fine as long as they were alive, but seeing them in this chapter made me realise really how much I missed them. Seeing them was so beautiful T.T Even if it's just a flashback, having them in a chapter is so great, I'm so happy❤❤❤

Hanji saying 'hey' to the car was so cute and Levi saving the boy made me cry. They're such amazing people I can't believe I was able to resist 8 months without them. BUT NOW THEY'RE HERE! And everything about them in this chapter was absolutely perfect. Also they were happy! (Well at least before that reunion where they called them devil, but I will get to that later) In a manga like snk seeing them so serene was beautiful. Their problems aren't solved at all, but the situation was still kinda joyful and I really enjoyed reading it (of course not only for them but for the children too)

Also, the moment where they discover the teens gave me some great parents vibes ahahhahah. Levihan+Onyakopon are officially the teens parents/gang of children, as that clown said 😂

They were also pretty important in the falshbacck, so maybe we'll see them soon in the present.

Ok now let's come to the Eren part, that will most likely upset a lot of people😅 (if you are a Eren stan, read this at your own risk, my opinions are probably different than yours. If you want to hear them anyway and maybe discuss them in a civil manner, that's great! Otherwise just ignore my post)

So we finally saw how the situation went. Apparently the people outside the world didn't want to give any chance to people in paradise and I assume that's why Eren decided to take drastic measurements. This gives some sort of sense to what he did (still not a reason to not tell anything to his friends etc), but at least now we know that they did try some diplomacy.

Does this justify his behaviour? No. In my opinion Eren does not have the right to destroy all the world. He will never have the right to commit genocide. And, before you ask, no I don't have other solutions, but that doesn't mean what Eren is doing is ok. Even if the situation is desperate he doesn't have the right to decide to kill so many people. Even if there are a lot of people that are against them, there are also others that are innocent. Nicolo, Onyakopon, the boy of this flashback and all those nice people they drunk with. What does give Eren the right to decide over these lives? What does give him the right to kill innocent people, even if it's only a minority? I do understand that it seems like there are no other solutions, but a genocide!? Of the entire world!? That's simply not justifiable in any way. It doesn't matter how bad he feels while doing it.

Other considerations: I don't understand if the people in the wall are actually in the paths or Eren is just talking to them. Also that dinosaur thing was really cool and I think I spotted Historia, not on a rocking chair!

#snk 123 #snk spoilers #levihan #Levi Ackerman #Hanji Zoe #Eren jaeger #Historia Reiss #this is longer than I wanted it to be... #but this was a crazy chapter

[k-i-s-m-e-t]

So I've been watching soldiers returning home and surprising their family videos (cause I like to torture myself apparently) and I can't get the image of GSs dad getting out of prison and surprising him. And GS just completely loses it. T.T

H-hey anon, I can’t even remember how long ago you sent me this. Though I assume it was after the chapter where we see Guan Shan’s dad. I have a really good reason for the delay! I wrote you something cuz I loved the idea so much. I’m not sure you meant ‘lose it’ in this sense *sips drink*

It wasn’t right. Shit, it wasn’t fair! Guan Shan shook with emotion as he stared-down the man seated on his living room couch.

School had been exhausting, not so much the work but rather the implications behind a certain someone that stuck to him like glue. He rubbed at his neck, still plagued by the phantom press of an arm that easily swung around his shoulders, playful but possessive.

Deep in thought, he’d been halfway to his bedroom when a voice spoke his name, barely more than a whisper and filled with emotion. Two words that froze him where he stood, his mind reeling because it wasn’t possible. It was surprising he could even recognize that voice after so long, it was still warm, still firm, low and gravely.

Backing up slowly he’d moved to stand in the doorway of the living room trying to comprehend what had to be illusion that sat pressed close to mother’s side. She had her hands folded within this entities like it was a natural, everyday thing, as if time hadn’t kept them apart.Her cheeks were tear stained, dried rivulets that cracked as she beamed up at him. She reached out with her other hand, index finger and thumb streaked with the black of her mascara, and gestured for him to join them.When he didn’t move, her gaze flitted around in anticipation, bright smile faltering at the mounting silence. Guan Shan stared back blankly, could feel himself closing off, like he was being swallowed whole, like he was underwater. The small part of him that pleaded “why?,” to “reconsider” his next words was shoved down and he let his heart speak.

“What is he doing here?”

It sounded unnecessarily loud, his voice cracking on the question. Tension in the room bred with a vengeance and he could almost see the rift his words cut.

“Guan Shan!” his mother said sharply, eyes narrowing, but his father held up a hand.

“I know this is unexpected, I wasn’t sure my early release would be approved so I didn’t want to tell you and your mother in case it was declined, but please know that I’m very happy to see you.”He smiled.

Mo didn’t get to answer because suddenly he felt sick, his body far to warm. A sharp intake of breath broke the silence but he was not sure whose because he couldn’t see the room anymore. Shapes blurred together before him as his vision swam and breath caught, pinched high in his chest.

Panic attack.

He placed a hand over his racing heart beat to confirm, brain reaching desperately to heap together coherent thoughts. What did he do last time?

His father was on his feet now, face creased with concern as he stepped closer. Guan Shan stumbled back, catching the corner of the doorway square between his shoulders, leaving him winded, doubled over.

“Get… back!” he forced out.

“Guan Shan please, what’s wrong?”

“…son?” A hand reached for him, a touch that for years he’d yearned to feel but he jerked away, banging back out through their front door, the hurt look in his father’s eyes fading the faster he ran.

He moved blindly down their block, a car horn blared, tires screeching as he dodged across the street, cutting down an alley. Distance was the goal, not direction, the more space he could put between him and his father the easier this would be to deal with.

However, his retreat ended when he slipped, fell, dew-wet grass shocking his senses. He laid there a moment trying to calm his breathing before raising his head to take in his surroundings.

The basketball court.

Struggling to his feet he made for the nearest hoop, a beacon half-illuminated in the cast-off light of a street lamp. Collapsing beneath it, he folded his body, arms looped beneath his thighs, head hung between his spaced knees.

The position eased the tense pull of his muscles and the pain in his chest relaxed a fraction. It was better, but he still felt panicked, tiny and vulnerable to these current revelations.

What did he do last time?It took effort but he worked his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed.It rang once, mid-way through ring two the line clicked.“Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure?”Mo could hear his own breath rasp into the receiver as he struggled for words.“Where are you?“ The response was clipped. He could hear a set of keys being snatched up.“…B-basketball… court.”“I’ll be there.” The line died.

He let his hand drop, focused on breathing. In. Out.

Within minutes a hand fell on his shoulder, startling him out of his trance. He Tian peered down at him, taking in his disheveled appearance. Some brief realization flickered in his eyes and they softened in a way that was familiar but overwhelming, that meant something, when he was trying so hard to be insignificant.

He stepped back as Mo rose to his feet by this time his heart rate was just about even but each breath felt like it was on the verge of erupting into tears.

He shook his head, clearing it. When he looked back He Tian he was still watching him, expression unreadable.

Mo opened his mouth but He Tian beat him to it.

“So,” he started, pulling his shirt over his head “First to 10?”

He Tian dribbled in place, legs switching, ball weaving easily between them.

Guan Shan followed suit, stripped off his uniform shirt, tossed it to the side.

“You’re… not gonna ask what happened?”

He Tian slowed his pace, shrugged.

“You don’t want to talk about. That’s not why you asked me to come here is it?”

“I… no it’s not.”

“So,” he bounced the ball, caught it, passed it forcefully to Mo, quick fluid motion.“Your ball.”

Mo caught it evenly, the weight of it thudding against his palms.

“Alright, first to 10.”

By the time he returned home he was drained of all emotion, having sweated it out at the court. Numb, he was ready to collapse in bed, real life could wait till tomorrow. However, walking up the steps to their front door he braced himself for the inevitable, not knowing what to expect as his mom hadn’t called him at all in his absence. Ear pressed up against the door, he listened carefully trying to catch a hint of any sound or movement -but there was nothing. As late as it was, they’d probably already gone to bed. Easing his key into the lock he opened the door slowly, sucked his teeth when it still creaked obnoxiously. It was dark inside, though he could hear the muted sounds of the TV coming from his mother’s… his parent’s room, soft blue light flickering under their door.

Sighing in relief, he headed to the bathroom, stripped, most of his dirty clothes making it into the hamper. He flipped on the shower letting it heat up while he scrolled through his messages. Still nothing from his parents, but there was one from He Tian asking if he got home safe. He hadn’t pushed when Mo had declined the offer to walk him home, had respected his need for space.Typing out a quick reply he hit send before stepping in the shower under the spray, barely containing a moan at how good the hot water felt streaming over his sore muscles.Lost in thought, he let the water run, soaking his hair. He hadn’t seen his father in years and he hadn’t really thought about what it would be like to see him again. Hell, he hadn’t thought about it because he didn’t think it would happen period, let alone catch him unaware. Anger was his foremost thought but he knew deep down that feeling wasn’t fair even though it was justified. There was just so much the man had missed, Mo thought squeezing his eyes shut.Back in elementary the kids had teased him about the sudden absence of his father. They had concluded amongst themselves that the man had probably run off because he didn’t like Mo, because Mo was bad. He never bothered to correct them because that idea sounded better than the truth, even to him. Kids could be so cruel.“Ignore them, be the bigger person.” his mother had said pulling him into a tight embrace, her voice choked, when he came home in tears after a particularly rough day.Sure, he had misbehaved from time to time but he hadn’t seen himself as any more rambunctious than his classmates. Maybe his teacher had had to tell him to settle down more often than the others -but it was because he was eager, he wanted to participate. The validation and praise he got when he answered correctly filled some void within him, even at that age.But their constant jeering had grated on him, pushed him to the edge and he found they shut up pretty quick if he hit them, so he learned to fight. It felt like he had been fighting all his life, against them but mostly himself. It was exhausting.Now the fight was over, as if a referee had simply walked on the field of his mind and tossed out a white flag determining the match a draw. Fuck that, he deserved to have a say!They couldn’t just make up for lost time, it was unrealistic. Where had he been when Mo graduated from grade school? When he learned how to ride a bike, fucking puberty?Yeah, his mom had been there always every step of the way, filling both the role of father and mother, but there were just some things she couldn’t replace, that she didn’t quite understand.The water beginning to run cold dragged him out of his reverie and he quickly scrubbed himself down, darting in and out of the spray to rinse off. Exiting the shower he scrubbed a towel through his hair as he headed back down the corridor. At the opposite end of the hall there was still no change from his parent’s room. He felt a slight tingle of relief in his gut that he wouldn’t have to face his father just yet, a small victory. He slipped quickly into his room, then sucked in a surprised breath, heart damn near in his throat at the figure sitting on his bed.It took him a moment to realize Mo was present, so absorbed was he in looking at a photo Mo kept on his bedside table. Some framed shot of his mom and him from a sports contest in which he had won first place.He looked up when Mo awkwardly cleared his throat, quickly replacing the photo.“I…” he looked around the room like it held the answer.Guan Shan sighed and he got hurriedly to his feet, his mouth opened and shut a few times, like he was carefully choosing his words.“Guan Shan, please I just want to talk.”Mo pressed back against his door clicking it shut, leaned heavily against it.“I know.”In the dim light Mo could see pain etched in red rimmed eyes, remembered now just where his emotional side came from.They talked for hours, his father explaining what had happened that night at the restaurant and how it had resulted in his incarceration. Guan Shan asked question after question, all the why’s and how’s that had plagued him for years, his father answering all of them even those Guan Shan could tell were painful. As he unraveled the truth, Guan Shan realized he understood far less than he expected, felt that maybe there were some things he’d rather have not known. However, his father held nothing back.When they got to the details of how he’d spent his time in jail, however, he drew the line.“I’m not ready to talk about that yet.” The implications deep in his tone were enough to make Mo balk. He conceded.Light was starting to filter in through the blinds of his balcony window, a bird chirping here and there. Mo stretched, sore from the seated position he’d spent the night in.They were quiet for a bit, enjoying the silence between them.“You’ve got school right?”“Yea,” Mo answered checking the time. Damn he was already running late, he’d have to get ready quickly.“..maybe you could take a day off,” his father said slowly, as if still considering the suggestion himself. “I think we still have a lot of catching up to do.”“Mom’s probably not gonna like that.”“Who says we have to tell her,” he said a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.“Tell me what?” Came a voice from his doorway. They both jumped.“W-we.. well you see I thought-““Mm-hmm we don’t keep secrets in this house.”“I just thought that maybe Guan Shan could stay home, just for today. Maybe we could do something as a family… it’s been… it’s been a long time since we did.”“It has, hasn’t it.” She smiled sadly. “Well who is going call the school ‘cause it looks like I need to call out at the hospital. I could use a sick day,” she waved a hand “God knows I have plenty.”

Mo watched them leave, his mother hooking her arm through the crook of his father’s, he smiled fondly down at her.

Alone he laid back on his bed exhausted but content, his heart fluttering, for once not in panic.

His phone buzzed on the dresser and he reached for it, pretty good idea of who would dare text him this early.

From: He >>“You alive?”

Mo paused, thumb hovered over the key pad. Emotion stung in his throat, prickled up to his eyes as he stared at the second word.

Alive? Had the question been posed at any point before now he would have scoffed at the absurdity of it. But looking at it now, he couldn’t think of a word that summed his emotional state any better than that.

To: He >>“Yea.”

Fin.

#19 days #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan #kis writes