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[adultswim2021]

Metalocalypse #46: “Rehabklok” | October 11, 2010 - 12:30AM | S03E08

I'm keeping these short and sweet from now on. I swear to fucking god. I'm sorry if this format change is jarring.

This one's pretty straight-forward plotwise: Pickles gets kicked out of the band for being too drunk and causing too much destruction during a show. He's instructed to go to rehab, which sucks. He's replaced by a drum machine what becomes sentient and eventually tries to kill the rest of Dethklok. Pickles needs to save the dang day!

The episode elevates the material by being a musical; almost a rock opera. The songs are catchy and if you're watching on blu-ray, there's a funny part where they show Pickles nude and instead of drawing a dick they just copied his goatee onto his crotch, I think because it was just gonna get blurred out anyway.

That's this one! I appreciated it.

MAIL BAG

I literally watched these come in this morning while I was getting ready for work. It made me dog smile

Todd Barry once masturbated at a Ramadan Inn. Have you???

I don't know if I ever stayed at one of those. If I did, yes

I was at the "Hot Enough For You" premier party when I was 14 and David Wain singled me out and said "YOUUUU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE HERE!" and I was escorted out. I've never liked him since and I just saw a video of him playing the drums so I'm mad again.

My man is doing paradiddles and shit?? Divorce really changed him smdh

This episode of Children's Hospital reminds me of that legendary air conditioning commercial. You know the one: "Another Scorcher....I'll call now!". I can't believe no one has done like a mini oral history on that commercial. I think you should try when you are not so much in the Adult Swim woods.

I will find the actors in that commercial and compromise them to a permanent end

Imagine if Zoe Lister Jones and Rashida Jones, you know, hooked up. Would there be any balls on earth left undrained?

THEY ARE SISTERS YOU FUCKING SICKO

Hold your damn horses: you love Spicy City on HBO but not Spicy Foods on your plate?

I never said I love Spicy City (too scary)!

never felt more seen than when you said you disregarded always sunny because you saw a promo of the cast smiling. I hate that shit. It's why I never watched seinfeld as a kid. What do they have to be happy about? Fuck you!

I really did think it was too much. They should have looked smouldering in their pics. Also they should've done one where they are all in a big sweater together (all four heads popping out of the neckhole) and there's a big thought bubble over their head and they're imagining Danny Devito, scowling

I don't think Danny McBride is dying I think you were being trolled. Not a nice thing to lie about.

I have already made my peace and said goodbye, so when his time comes I will have already been ready. If that's getting trolled, I wish I got trolled all the time

Mookie Blaycock or whatever his name is that kind of comedian like Harris Wittles where I hate his guts and find him annoying but if he died and the comedy world started memorializing him I would be like, "I guess he was okay". Cowardly, I know, but I'm saving my venom for when Trump, Elon, or Tig Notaro die.

Oh wow, sure, yes. I didn't hate Harris Wittles because I saw that cool picture of him smiling and one of his pretty big dick being out. RIP Mookie Blakelocks

I hope none of those elmo-liking goth girls saw what larry david did to him. they woulda kicked his ass!

They weren't goths, I don't think that was invented yet. They were more like, heavy metal chicks. The last time I saw one of these girls was maybe a year after high school and me and one of my wayward friends ran into one of them and she was extremely cigaretty and she had a puppy with her in a van and she was like "his name is Sepultura, I don't really know that band I just like the name". May that dog (most likely) rest in peace

[ciphers-dv]

also posting this here cause i guess?!?

some submissions for the Winter Creativity Contest prompt: Dreams of the Lost

It really wasn’t so bad. Or, at least, not nearly as terrible as Astra’s complaints would make it seem. Tuck herself this way; shuffle a blanket over there; adjust her tail just right and Nyklo could easily sleep amongst the stone cold walls of the Ruin’s labyrinth. Then again… she did have a nice coat of fur and was well used to more unconventional sleeping arrangements, whether that be up a tree or sprawled out in a field not far from a heavily trafficked traveling route. So maybe the old harpy didn’t have much of an equal companion to commiserate with. But, ultimately, the joke was on Nyklo, because Astra was already asleep. Within minutes of settling in for the night, her maze-wandering company had drifted into a quiet slumber, buried in blankets and as close to the roaring fire as he could safely be. Nyklo, however, was kept awake by a mysterious something that dug uncomfortably into her lower back. Every blind swipe of her hand found nothing and a wiggle brought only a few brief seconds of relief before the prodding returned. Of course, she could have simply gotten up to investigate, but it took so long to get situated just perfectly so that the thought brought a pinched frown to her face. If she could just wait it out… She squirmed again as the something jabbed her spine through the layers of blankets and clothing. That was enough. With a defeated groan, the Animal Worldhopper rocked to her knees and spun to face the stone wall that she had propped herself against. Her brow furrowed as she scanned over her intended sleeping nook, trying to find the source of her ire. But from wall to ground there was… nothing. Not a crack or pebble or even speck of dirt. Only stone smoothed from the years and elements. “Really?” Nyklo whined, ears pinning back. There had to have been something for what was going on. Lips pursed, she peered her way up and down the labyrinthine corridor she and Astra had taken refuge in. Again, nothing but smooth stone walls and floors. Not a clue for her disturbance. Feeling more than a little frustrated,Nyklo reached one hand out of the warmth of her blanket wrap and tapped harshly against the chilled wall with a nail. Wssh! A small rectangle of stone popped partially out of the wall with a faint grinding sound. And, well, it really wasn’t all that surprising. The walls had already moved many times in the past few days. Just another one of the mysterious mechanisms of the labyrinth. Nyklo went to grasp the protrusion. Maybe it would twist or could be pulled out the rest of the way and reveal a clue towards exiting the mind-numbing maze. But as soon as the pads of her fingertips brushed the stone, it rocketed back into the wall, just as fast as it had presented itself. She jerked her hand back. Now that was different. Nyklo sat back on her heels for a second, ears twitching as she stared dumbfounded at the wall. Completely smooth again. She leaned forward, towards the wall, there had to be a hairline seam or— The block popped out again. She flinched at the sudden movement, pulling away from the wall with her shoulders drawn up and eyes wide. She sat, still and half curled in on herself, and watched the stone. One beat. Two. The block remained where it was. Nyklo kept staring. Then the block pulled in slightly, then pushed back out. Then it repeated the action, again and again, like it was… wiggling? Once again, she reached out for the fluttering stone. This time she could actually touch it, and as her hand fully grasped the block, a sharp click sounded from the wall before her. A half dozen more blocks— larger blocks— sprang forth from the wall. Nyklo’s head snapped up to take in the new additions. They were longer, wider stones that rose up the wall at a sharp angle. “A staircase?” She breathed out, letting go of the small block. The stepping stones flitted in a wave at her question. Nyklo chewed her inner cheek as she considered the stairs. On one hand, with everything that had happened so far, a hidden staircase didn’t seem strange enough to be worth questioning. On the other hand, between having no handholds and moving steps, a nasty fall would be all too easy. On the other other hand, it would be downright foolish to not see where the staircase might lead (She could practically hear Astra bemoan the lost opportunity). The stepping stones waved again, beckoning her. She approached the lowest stair and set one foot down on it, feeling its chill bite through her sock. One last glance was thrown over her shoulder at the softly snoring harpy. Then, she heaved herself up and began her ascent of the mysterious staircase. With each step a new stone jutted from the wall, guiding Nyklo up and away from the camp. And a single hand running along the wall, accompanied by a mantra to not look down until something more assuredly stable was under her, were her only ways of fighting back the feeling that she was going to plunge back towards the ground of the labyrinth. Still, she climbed up the seemingly endless stretch of stone. After a time that, frankly, seemed far too long for her to still be climbing, Nyklo finally was able to make out the top of the stone walls. Goal in sight, she doubled her efforts. Up, up, up, and with a spring in her step she hopped off the final stepping stone and onto the top of the great Ruins. For a second she stared unseeing across the sea of stone walls as she caught her breath. Then, with a sense of carelessness that would strike fear into the hearts of anyone with acrophobia, she spun on her heels and peered down the way she came. The staircase was gone. That… would be a problem. Nyklo sucked her teeth and shoved the thought aside to deal with later. Worry about that if or when the need would arise. If worse came to worst, maybe she could find Pellumi and he’d be able to rescue her from this predicament (That was another thing that wasn’t nearly as bad as Astra’s complaints would make it. The elf was a little boisterous, maybe, but it wasn’t like he was malevolent or anything. Really, he seemed kind of lonely at the core, but was just trying to hide behind dramatic words and flashy theatrics… Anyways, Nyklos’s tail lashed at the wandering thought).  Beyond that, she squinted into the yawning depths, trying to see anything in the darkness below. And— There!— in the distance was a tiny flicker beating against the shadows: the campfire. Satisfied, she straightened out to take in the view while she walked across the top of the stone wall. The moonlight on the Ruins was beautiful; the way it skipped across the tops of the labyrinth’s walls and made the snowdrifts glitter. Though a little voice in the back of her head did suggest she instead take the time to plot out the maze with this bird’s-eye view. What a shame Nyklo didn’t have the foresight to bring paper and something to write with before she began her ascent; it’d be impossible to even attempt to memorize everything. Oh well, she shrugged and skirted around a pile of slushy snow, at least she could enjoy the little excursion to the fullest. At a corner, she stopped. It probably wouldn’t be too wise to stray so far from the camp. That way, if she did find her own way back down into the labyrinth, she could return easily. It was one thing to be lost with another person, but the Worldhopper all on her own? Who knew what could happen? Getting hurt could be disastrous. But instead of turning back the way she came, Nyklo looked up. She pondered the shining full moon above. So, even the moon was just another face of another deity. Nyklo almost frowned at the thought. Would it also have some winding message for her? Something that she should be doing better, something more, all while it hung up above in all its unreachable, shining golden indifference— Wait. The wind became piercing as she realized a detail that should probably be particularly concerning. The moon was no longer the honeyed yellow that she remembered. It was pale, shining a cold light across the Ruins. She… She should go back to the camp and wake Astra. Maybe he’d know if this had anything to do with the eclipse story they’d been living out. Or another story about Soll. Anything that could explain what was going on. She’d been about to turn back when the wind gusted, rooting her to the spot. It was colder than anything she’d experienced yet, burning through every layer she wore and freezing her to the core. It pitched and howled, swirling into a song demanding she stay right where she was. And from it rose a voice, lilting as it called aloud and dripping with derision: “Light and dark, black and white… Always straining to strike a futile balance. Why not let it all be grey?” The wind faded, drifting back into a cool breeze. A sound of soft clacking against stone filled its place. Nyklo— finally released from the wind’s siren song— spun around herself, searching for the source but saw nothing beyond pallid moonlight. The voice continued, sounding close: “It’s both; it’s neither. Nothing to worry about… But they wouldn’t understand, would they?” The last question felt pointed. That the voice wasn’t calling into the endless aether of the Ruins anymore, but speaking directly to her. Her fur prickled. What did it want from her? “What do you mean?” Nyklo called into the night. But she received no spoken answer, only the sound of beating wings getting louder and louder and loud— “GUH!” Nyklo sat up, fanning away the Moon Moth that was frantically buffeting her face with its wings. “C’mon, Silvit, do you hav’ta?” Oh. She’d fallen asleep, she thought as she stared bleary-eyed at the campsite, back in the bowels of the labyrinth. Back to the towering stacks of ancient stone bricks instead of the impossibly large slabs of solid stone. How did she not notice? It had all been a dream. The Moth returned, fluttering directly in her sightline before dancing away. Nyklo watched her pet as it flitted through the air, swirling around the campfire— now reduced to smoldering ashes— before it lighted briefly upon Astra, the elderly harpy shivering in his sleep. That wouldn’t do. She rose to her feet, shaking her head and feeling clammy, as she shucked all of her blankets to the ground but one. The final she carried over to Astra and flung it over the shuddering mass, humming as he settled. Next, she padded over to the remains of the fire, picking up a stick from a pile of tinder. Maybe if she could find some buried embers, she could stoke the flames back rather than rebuild it all from scratch. Wielding the stick like a poker, she knelt by the campfire and began to sift through the ashes. But, unfortunately, all she could find were crumbling cinders that rapidly cooled from the winter wind. Nyklo puffed her cheeks and leaned forward for a closer look, dreading the thought of building the fire anew, when a shine in the ashes caught her eye. “A feather?” She mumbled aloud as she dug the object from the cinders. And it was. A large, inky black feather, singed around the edges and reflecting back the (decidedly normal) marigold moonlight from above. Standing again, Nyklo glowered down at the mysterious feather. Something about it was familiar, but whyever hid deep in the back of her mind, tauntingly just out of reach. It consumed her though, focusing on nothing but the odd black feather. … “The old man’s much more tolerable when he’s asleep.” Nyklo squealed, tail bottlebrushed, as she whipped around to face the intruder. She’d been getting startled way too many times tonight, asleep or otherwise. And when did Pellumi get there? It must have been the middle of the night! What would he even be doing at this time?! She glared at the elf as he strode closer, casually twirling his staff in his hands. “What do you have there?” Pellumi spoke again as he closed in, carelessly plucking the feather from Nyklo’s hands. Bewildered by the audacity, she watched wordless as he held the feather up, inspecting it with an all-too-serious expression. He then turned his attention towards her. “I’ve never seen anything like this in the Ruins. Where did you find it?” “I, uh, it-it was in the fire,” Nyklo stuttered out (“Smooth,” a little voice in the back of her head supplied unhelpfully). Pellumi gave a little noncommittal noise, pocketing the feather. “Well, I’ll be confiscating this, then, interloper.” The elf gave a sweeping bow— shooting a playful wink at the dip— before straightening again and rapping his staff against the stony ground. In a puff of smoke he vanished, just as quickly as he had appeared. Empty handed and impossibly flustered, Nyklo dropped her head back, staring straight up at the sky and the golden moon above. She was left with nothing but already half-forgotten dreams and whatever memory she could retain of the strange black feather. And now she definitely had to remake the fire. It was going to be a long rest of the night; but, at least she could enjoy the quiet. A snore broke the silence.

[slytherinshua]

100 Followers Ask Game!! [closed]

a/n: guys i actually can't believe this 😭 thank you so much for 100 followers, i know it might not seem like that much to some people but it seems like SO MUCH to me 🫶 i love all of you so much!! i've been planning this for a little while and i'm so excited to finally be able to do it!!

the rules:

choose 1-3 prompts from any of the lists! i have 5 lists which include: fluff, angst & hurt/comfort, injury/sickness, enemies/rivals to lovers, & action.

choose your preferred idol! i write for: txt, svt, skz, enhypen, bts, victon, astro, AND verivery!! please request any idol you would like, i'm comfortable writing for all of them!!

please specify from what list each numbered prompt is, cause if you just say "prompt 5" i won't know what list you want it from :(

i never write nsfw, and i am a minor so please don't be weird.

if i don't get to your request right away, please be understanding! writing takes a long time, and i am a student, so i have to balance school as well as writing. but, i'll always try to complete every request that is sent it.

example of properly structured request (you could copy this format if you need to): "hi! could I please request #31 from fluff, #9 from sickness, and #33 from action for yeonjun?"

requests will close by February 21st so get your requests in before then!!

lists below the cut!!

the lists:

fluff

“You’re so pretty”

“You look so kissable right now.”

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“Do I really affect you that much?”

“I love you so much.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“I want to stay here forever. With you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, 10 times… But just another 10, please?”

“Let’s just stay in bed.”

“Was that your first kiss?”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

“I love you. Every single part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”

“You’re enough. You’re more than enough, in fact.”

“Did you get a new lip gloss? You taste good.”

“Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep.” 

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

 “Don’t leave! You’re warm…”

 “Wait, don’t pull away… not yet.”

 “No, it’s fine- it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“I don’t know if it’s your hair, or your outfit, or if it’s just you. But you look stunning.”

 “You wearing my clothes should be illegal. You look too cute in them.”

 “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

 “Don’t look at me like that… it makes me want to kiss you.”

 “I love you. It’s not up for debate.”

 “Stop! You’re making me blush…”

 “Are you jealous over me?”

 “Guess what?” “What?” “I love you.”

 “Your hands are warm…”

 “You have a little ice cream on your nose.”

“I’m sad and I demand cuddles.”

“I love you more than I did yesterday.”

“Stop pouting, I’m coming-”

“You got me flowers?”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

angst & hurt/comfort

“Please, just hold me”

“Stay. Please.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Do you even care about me?”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I could really use a hug right now.”

“Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Stop crying, you’re scaring me.”

“Whatever it is… I’m sorry, okay?”

“I didn’t realise I was such an inconvenience… I’ll leave.”

“It was just a nightmare. I’m still here.”

“I’m sorry I made you worried about me.”

“Please look at me.”

“I never feel like I’m good enough to deserve you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying I just-“ *hiccup*

“Are.. are those good tears? Or bad tears?”

“You’ve got a little mascara stain… you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sorry… I’m getting your sweater all wet.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me about it, I won’t judge you.”

“Let me stay. You need someone to hug, and I can make breakfast in the morning.”

injury/sickness

“If even half of that blood is yours you need to sit down right now.”

“I’m tired of lying here in this stupid bed.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“Shit- you’re burning up!”

“‘Blood?’ Are you bleeding?!”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“You ‘didn’t think it was that bad’? Are you looking at it?!”

“You ate this-? No wonder you got sick.”

“Hold on- I need to navigate through the ocean of tissues before I can hug you.”

“I feel dizzy.”

“I can’t kiss you or you’ll get sick too.”

“I didn’t know what medication to buy, so I just got everything.”

“I made you soup! I hope you don’t get more sick from eating it…”

“You scared me half to death. I’m so relieved that you’re okay now.”

“I’m fine, it’s just a cold.”

“I’m no doctor, but I think you need to get medical attention."

“Stop being stubborn and drink some damn water.”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10’, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10’. We’re going to the hospital.”

“This might sting a little, just squeeze my hand if it hurts.”

enemies/rivals to lovers

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“I think you got brain damage from that.”

“I’m gonna need therapy after this.”

“You’re annoying. You know that, right?”

“I’m fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten.”

“Hello. This number is currently unavailable-“ “That doesn’t work with me.” “You just won’t leave me alone, will you?”

“Who did this to you? […] Tell me right now.”

“Please cancel my subscriptions to your issues.” “The only issue I have is you.”

“Oh I’m sorry, is the sound of my winning too loud for you?”

“Touch her/him and you’re dead.”

“For once, I’m not the bad guy here.”

“To think that I was ever capable of looking at you with disgust. You are the most beautiful thing this world has to offer.”

“I thought you hated me.” “Hate is a strong word.”

“It’s hard to remember we aren’t in a competition anymore.”

“I love you. I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realise that.”

“They didn’t tell me I’d be working with an idiot.”

“Wait- you love me?” 

“It was never part of the plan to fall in love with you.”

“You crash landed into my life. You made everything miserable, and awful, and beautiful, and lovely, and exciting at the same time.”

“What are you doing here?! It’s against the rules we set.” “Well shit. Rules are meant to be broken, now can I get the kiss I came for?”

“I love you - you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“You’re not a bad person, you’re actually kinda nice to have around.”

“You know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

“I used to want to kill you. Now I just want to kiss you.”

“I’m tired of having to pretend like we hate each other.” 

action

Forehead kisses

Holding hands

Back-hugs 

Kisses on the lips

Laying a head on the others shoulder

Playing with the others hair

Tracing designs onto the others skin

Dancing together

Blushing 

Giggling between kisses

Smiling between kisses

Saying “I love you” between kisses

Finding you wearing their clothes

Falling asleep on the others lap

Cuddling with the same blanket

Accidentally falling asleep together

Kissing their cheek/dimples

Giving the other their jacket

Hugging the other to themselves to warm them up

Rubbing small circles with their thumb while holding hands

Patching the other up

 Sleeping in

 Midnight talks

 Staying up

 Watching the other sleep

 Drawing each other

 Cupping your/their cheeks

 One getting drunk 

 Flirting with the other while drunk

 Neck kisses

Butterfly kisses

Surprising you with gifts

 Buying their favourite flavours of lip balm/gloss so they can kiss you more

 Singing you to sleep

 Buying couple’s items (rings, bracelets, clothes, etc.)

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

Coffee - T. Holland

Okay, I know I have requests but this song came on at work the other day and I felt super emotional and I had to write. The use of Tom was very last minute because I had no actual person in mind for the fic, and there are very little actual defining characteristics so you can imagine it to be absolutely anybody you want!

This has broken me, so I apologize in case it has the same affect.

TW: This story contains mentions of cancer, allusions to death, mentions of death, sadness, angst, allusion to suicide, a character with cancer, and all round sadness about death.

If this content may trigger you in any way possible, please do not engage with this fic. Your personal safety and wellness is important so please take care of yourself, my lovies.

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17. Please do not copy, translate or share outside of the boundaries of tumblr without my permission. Please do not steal my work and market it as your own. Basically, don’t be a dick. Also, the above gif does not belong to me. Credit to @thollandgifs

Also, sorry the format is shit. I write on my phone so it’s hella bad.

Don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed. I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. It'll get you up and going out of bed.

While his life stood still, hers moved. Most days he could barely move without the nausea taking over. His head pounding, body exhausted and weak beyond recognition. She had established a routine the minute she could. She made sure he had his morning coffee everyday. Whenever his eyes opened, she would be right by his side with his favourite beverage, bringing him breakfast and a warm, loving smile to entice him to get out of bed. She understood on days that his body fought him more than it already was - she was compassionate and considerate. On those days she would help him prop himself in a comfortable position, switch on whatever show they were watching at the time and curl up next to him with her work beside her.

His heart was often overwhelmed with the care she provided him. They were well into the fourth year of their life together, and he had no doubt in his mind that he would love her until his last days. He often solemnly thought of the ring he still had hidden in his drawer of their shared cabinet. He had made a vow to pop the question if he ever recovered, but the thought of that day never coming simply tore another piece from his already dwindling soul.

He would often sit in his chair, or on the bed in their small, studio apartment, watching her flutter around the house in a graceful way only she could. He had memorized her every move when she conducted the most mundane activity. The way she poured a glass of water, the way she tapped her fingers against her thigh to the tune of a theme song, the way she always made his coffee to pure perfection - in a way that nobody else had been able to do.

He had so much love for her, that he was terrified of it slipping away at any moment.

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away. I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days.

He was 24, and she was 25. They had already planned a life together. They had steady jobs, an intense and passionate love, names picked out for future children, dinner at his parents house every Sunday, lunch with her parents every Wednesday.

He just knew that he had done something to deserve such a fate. At first he was angry, terrified of the possibility of his soul leaving this earth, but as time went on, his self-deprivation grew. Apparently it was common for people in his situation. The fear of dying was clouded by a justification that this was meant to be. He had done something terrible in a past life, and karma was giving him the painful ending he deserved... but he despised the thought, because Y/N didn’t deserve to watch her boyfriend meet his end in this way.

He had thought of near every scenario in his life in which he hurt somebody - cheating on his girlfriend in his first year of college, letting Y/N down time after time, only for her to forgive him. The hurt he caused his parents when he was a teenager and full of such hate for the world. But now, all he could do was pray for forgiveness. He had hope that there was some way he could make it out of this, but he was losing hope rapidly.

Even as he sat with his love on their bed, watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

“When I’m gone,” his voice was croaky, his throat dry and scratchy. “Please tell me you will find somebody else.” He fumbled around to grab her hand, winching as he caught her head snapping towards his in his peripheral vision. He couldn’t turn to see the expression on her face. “You’re so young, so full of life. Your life is going to be so beautiful.”

Her hand was pulled from his, and he steeled what was left of his nerves to get ready for whatever tongue lashing she had planned, but instead he felt the bed dip further beside him, her hands framing his sullen face on each side and softly turning his gaze to meet her own.

“Don’t you say things like that, Tom.” He forced his eyes to stare into her own. His eyes seemed as if they were always ready to release tears, and the intensity of the hurt in her own made his pool unconsciously. “There is no somebody else when the other half of my soul is already with me. I don’t need anybody else because you’re not going anywhere.”

Her thumb brushed away the tear that slipped from his chocolate orbs, ignoring the dark circles underneath that made his face seem further sunken than it was.

“You don’t know that,” he sniffed heavily, dropping his eyes down to his lap. His fingers unconsciously toyed with the bracelet she had given him years ago. A soft, black, faux-leather band. An unfit symbol charm dangled close to the strap, reminding him of her favourite line from her favourite book/movie - the perks of being a wallflower. He had gone wuth her when she got the titular floral piece tattooed on her forearm. She was so happy that day. “One day you’re gonna be in a nice house, a ring on your finger, watching your husband dote over your little baby and you will be at peace in the way I know you crave. I just... I know that will never be me, who slips a ring onto your hand, or waits for you at the end of the aisle. I won’t be the one who holds your hand when you meet your baby, or the one who can give you the life you deserve - the one you want.”

His eyes snapped up to meet her own when he heard her breath grow shaky, but the action caused his brain to lose its equilibrium and he had to close his eyes for a moment. He hated doing so. Every time his eyes were shut, it was a moment that he lost of memorizing every line, curve, angle of her body. He opened his eyes again when able, and he was met with her own eyes as red rimmed as his, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

“Don’t you every talk like that, Thomas Stanley. You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to be the one to do all of those things because you’re going to make it and we are going to love each other until the end of our time, together. I’ll fucking Romeo and Juliet this shit if I have to,” her dark joke was met with a wet laugh from them both, before her face melted back into seriousness. “I’m never gonna need another person, Tommy. I have you, and I will have you forever.”

“You make every day a blessing, my love.” He whispered, his lips ghosting over hers as he gathered the strength in his lead arms to pull her into a hug. “You make hell feel like a summers day, and I cherish every moment I have left with you.”

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings. Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

Their days continued on for another three weeks, the same routine of morning coffee and testing the boundaries of his own fatigue. Three weeks without the dreaded conversation arising again, until she woke to find him staring into the ceiling with such an intense and thoughtful gaze. She knew instantly what was on his mind, and she could feel her heart breaking into more little pieces.

“Tommy?” Her melodic tone was soft, snapping him from his nightmarish reprieve. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing honey. Thinking about us... when we were young and full of life,” he snorted into the dark room, Y/N’s soft laugh pushed through her nose and he felt her smile against his neck. “Just, thinking about how sorry I am for all of this. I’m sorry that I’ve turned your life upside down, that we have changed so much.”

He felt weaker. His body was fighting to hold on, and he felt that they both knew that. He was being eaten up from the inside out, but he couldn’t bear to leave. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t leave her alone. He needed her, he loved her. He wanted to be her husband and give her everything she wanted in life. He wanted to live, for her.

“I would change everything if it meant I could be here with you,” her voice was heavy, riddled with sleep. Neither of them get much rest anymore. He is always up and down, and she frets too much to sleep through his late night jolts and retches. “You’re worth every minute of every day, Tom. You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not like you chose to have Can-“

“Don’t say it, baby, please?” He pled, silencing her before she could say the word. He hadn’t once uttered it since the day he found out. She had relayed the information to their families, holding his hand the entire time as he sat motionless. “Makes it more real than my emo ramblings.” His laugh was humorless, but he didn’t intend it to be so.

She apologised softly, snuggling closer to him. She knew how much he loved the feel of her body on his, how the intimacy of the comfort made him feel warm. Back when he could handle the weight, she would sometimes wake up curled on top of his chest because he had sought her out in his sleep.

“I would do anything for you, Tommy. I would give up everything I have just to see you smile. You’re the other half of my soul, my infinity.”

He felt a tear slip down his cheek. Her words always had that affect on him, but he loved the way she could send his heart beating with no effort. He loved her. So intensely.

“Sing to me, please?” A request he had let loose so many times before. He adored her voice, and the soft melodies that fell from her lips and lulled him to sleep.

She obliged with a smile on her face, and let the words tumble into his pale skin.

“If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do...”

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

Two more months passed. His doctors were satisfied, stating that he was slowly improving. His body was beginning to regain strength. He had begun to grow more hopeful, slowly but surely.

Until there was no chance for hope left.

Y/N made his morning coffee, but when she went to rest it on his bedside, he could barely breathe.

Her fingers dialed emergency services faster than she thought possible, her voice cracking as she sung to him over and over, hands cradling his head in her lap as he whispered his love for her.

The coffee went cold as the red and blue lights approached.

Don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed. I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. It'll get you up and going out of bed

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