#he was like holding it close to him nd putting his arm around the dog lmao ir was cute😭😭💗

[aureliaporter]

nurse for the night

summary: hobie's gotten into some bad fights before, but today he decides to crash at yours.

a/n: yes i know my first piece was hobie and yes i do love hobie very much and yes i know this may seem a little bit rushed so i am very sorry for that

cw: lowercase intentional, calls reader "mother hen", mentions of injuries, pain, stitches, blood, holding a pillow over a mouth

WHEN YOU GOT the knock on your window, you didn't really know what to expect.

of course hobie had dropped by before, whether to say hi or to invite you swinging with him. but never this late. so when you peered out the window and saw him waiting, you couldn't help but frown.

"is everything alright?" were the first words out of your mouth as he slipped in through your now-opened window. he gave you a teasing grin that looked more like a grimace, and chuckled softly.

"you're a real mother hen, ain't ya? can't a guy stop by just to say hi?" he asked, sounding halfway amused. you narrowed your eyes when you saw him clutching his side, reaching out to brush your fingers across his arm before looking back at him with an accusing frown.

"you overdid it again, didn't you? got in one too many fights, and now you're hurt," you said, fingers closing around his wrist as you tugged him to sit on your bed. "stay," you said, opening your closet to look for your first aid kit.

"'m not no dog of yours," he grumbled, staying put either way. "i just needa couple of your bandages, 'nd i'll be off. no stress."

you rolled your eyes, shutting your closet door with your foot as you made your way back to the bed. "sure. take off the shirt, let's see how bad it is," you said, ignoring the teasing look he sent you.

"oh? won't ya take me out to dinner first?" he said, tugging his shirt up and off. you were momentarily distracted by his form, your cheeks warming, before you saw the trickles of blood along his skin and snapped out of it.

"i'll get you your dinner after i'm certain you won't bleed out," you said simply, popping open the first aid kit and stretching out your arms, then grabbing an antiseptic wipe. "say your prayers; this is gonna hurt."

his eyes widened slightly at the wipe in your hands, and you swore you saw him gulp. "y-yeah, as if," he said, casting his glance to the side. "do your worst."

you bit your lip to stifle a chuckle, leaning forward to touch the wipe to his injured skin. immediately he was tensing, a pained groan escaping his lips and an arm shooting up to catch your wrist.

"w-wait," he gasped, trembling slightly. your eyes widened. he must've been in a lot more pain than he'd let on to be reacting this way.

"breathe, hobes," you said, switching the antiseptic to your other hand. "you can scream into my pillow if you need to, but just breathe. i'll be done soon."

he nodded, releasing your wrist in a jerking motion and grabbing your pillow to hold to his mouth. as you continued cleaning his wounds, you could feel his muscles, taut like a wire, beneath the touch of the wipe.

it was merely for a few minutes, but to hobie it felt like hours. and then you were cleaning the blood off with a wet tissue and then bandaging his wounds. the deeper gash on his side would need stitches, that was for sure, but you knew your hands would shake too much.

"you've done so well, hobes," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he was all bandaged up now, a cotton pad and a bandaid over the large gash - you would either tackle it tomorrow or get him to the hospital. "good job. you wanna eat?" you offered, tugging the pillow off his face.

he looked almost delirious - from pain or lack of oxygen from how hard he held the pillow to his face, you'd never know.

"mhm.." he hummed, blinking up at you. he raised an arm to you, tugging at your shirt. "thanks, (y/n)," he mumbled. so he's still coherent, thank god.

"let's get you that dinner then? i can do a quick sandwich, if you want."

he nodded, sitting up tiredly and leaning against you, long arms wrapped around you and preventing you from getting up. "yes, please.. sounds good."

you hummed, patting his back. "c'mon, then."

this feels so rushed and i am so very sorry but i just didn't know where else to go with this 😭 doing my best i promise

hope you enjoyed a tiny bit!! have a great night!! <3

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

felix x reader | part six of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, slight relation to sex, birth

↬ notes; this took so long lmfao i just had it sitting but i’m finishing up seungmin rnnn 🤓 i’ve been doing requests whew i just have EVERYTHING coming at once

u guys r really surprised 

u two had been in a relationship for four years now so this was inevitable as u two were putting off the pressure of marriage for awhile now

“woah, i’m gonna be a dad!! does this mean u have to call me daddy now?”

0_0

u r s e n s i t i v e

felix first notices this when he gives u a kiss in the morning n ur crying like two seconds after

:((

“why are you crying??!”

“you just leave so early and i miss you!!”

felix skips the day, not rly caring he just wants to cuddle u 🥺

speaking of cuddling u two r so cuddly together now

u guys just cant get enough of each other

ur at practice less often just bc of media and he thinks the house is safer for u

so the boys come over a ton more to the dorm just bc they wanna see u and spend time with u

he is so cute, whenever he sees you he’ll instantly be on his knees to kiss your baby bump and leave u with a light kiss on ur lips

u guys go to ur scan at the beginning of the second trimester

its hush hush and ofc felix has u with the best doctor hes heard of 

his hands are clammy asf, hes smiling and so dazed while he stares at the ultrasound

“look at that!! baby a and baby b!!”

felix is like, 

“oh im gonna pass out”

now he gets these corny ass JOKES like

“wow lix has really GOOD swimmers!!!”

“felix knows his way around the bedroom!!!!!!!!”

poor baby jeongin :( they are POLLUTING HIS MIND

he doesnt but this boy is scared shitless now, two babies?? thats a lot to handle

he likes to shop, a lot. 

for some reason everything is dog themed, puppies on everything and he’ll come home with bags of baby stuff everyday

lix is just so in love with your body

sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies, anything he owns, he 100% wants you to wear it

he might be a little excited at the thought of u in his clothes, it was usual but now u pregnant, he was a little MORE excited

abnormally this guy worships your body 100% 

he loves how easily you can just unravel, to the point of tears and have u begging for him to stop

ok lemme not ill start writing shit type smut anyways chile yes lix loves u A LOT in and out of the bedroom

mmm he’ll always be brainstorming names

aeygo for the babies 🥺

tons of kisses he has plenty to go around

he acquires a new skill called cooking 😣

ur his new favorite taste tester

he’ll read books for them both

tons of research on expecting twins and what to do

“hey, okay.. so i bought a pregnancy pillow, and like, i wanna use it?”

felix has this smirk, holding the huge pillow that is supposed to be a maternity one, but he much prefers himself using it as a regular pillow

he actually goes public with this, knowing that the fans adored u after being his girlfriend for so long nd u soon became a favorite for them

some shit like ‘stays meet your new members’ 😣

this guy has a knack for painting, his newest canvas is your large baby bump, doodling little flowers n hearts or animals on it, sometimes painting characters on it or whatever it may be

u two have this rly cute vlive together which consists of him painting ur baby bump, plenty of fun while he asked stays to tell him what to draw on ur bump :v

“ooh!! a ladybug!!”

he posts the finished project in nice high quality on their official instagram, showing off the many things he had painted

the dreaded bed rest comes into play

u are now nearing seven months, which meant that u should be experiencing labor or maybe labor pains soon

he takes his paternal leave, now indulging in ice-cream and gummy bears with u, rather than working out and drinking nasty smoothies

guess who has that sympathy weight 

(jk he just uses it as an excuse so he can just give up on his diet)

sleep all day

sleep all night

u two are honestly so tired for WHATEVER reason

lix is there to be a cuddle bug, pulling ur back close to his body, ur legs entwined and his hand on top of ur own that was on ur bump

its rly cute just try and picture it for a moment

u guys r trying everything to hurry and get to the end of this seemingly forever pregnancy

he’ll def buy two yoga balls instead of just one for u and he’ll bounce on them with u

who cares ab trying to hurry up y’all are having so much fun regardless of the fact u have to pee every ten minutes

u both forget the thought of it and just go with the flow

making a deal to go with the names for whomever u claimed aka baby a or baby b

i see ur guys timing to be during the summer so its miserable in ur house

its hot n stuffy

u two r just lounging n u both have popsicles, then ur just like

“oh! oh.”

it was a steady gush of fluid between ur legs and that was when the nervousness set in

u two just look at each-other in shock

“oh! we’re having a baby- um.. wow!”

he is abnormally good at keeping calm, helping u keep ur breathing steady and getting everything together 

felix is a pro.

u guys r kinda chilling in the parking lot just quiet and sort of nervous that the next time ur walking out of there you both will have not one, but two babies

“i don’t know if i’m ready yet.”

felix groans, grabbing ur hand

“ur right, ur more than ready. look at us!! parents of two in at least the next twenty-four hours!!” 

his hands r around u in a second to help u up and there to help u walk in

u two honestly decide to play games on ur phone to kill time

felix crawls into ur bed, seeing as how u looked extremely lonely, letting his arms and legs wrap around u n he’s just playing with ur hair

its honestly adorable

u two are really tired for whatever reason, falling asleep like this before u would be consumed in the late nights of being parents

these nurses wake u both up and are just like

“let’s see if we’re ready to meet ur babies!!”

felix is kinda scared but nonetheless he’ll grab ur hand and hold onto it with a smile

10cm woo!

if he wasn’t hyping u up before he is hyping u up right now

ur somewhat laughing and crying while in pain

yall r so weird

felix is there to wipe ur face with the wet cloth, or to give u a sip of water, rly whatever u need he is on it

poor baby just wants to be of help

“here’s baby a! it’s a girl!”

u two have at least a moment with her, taking in her small appearance, felix holding her out for u to see

abruptly cut off by baby b needing to make an appearance

“i don’t wanna do this again.”

“it’s alright, shh. we’re going to have two babies, two perfect ones. we have one little girl, let’s get ready for the next one, yeah? our two babies, you’re doing so good.”

they take away ur little girl while felix does what he already did beforehand

“here’s your second one!! we have a pair of sisters!”

u and felix are so overjoyed at this news, literally sobbing, u two r a mess

both r brought over to u, felix taking in the fact he’s a father of two girls, such small girls

ur both smiley while u kiss them n cuddle them, getting the nurse to take a picture of u two

ur obviously tired, felix emotionally worn out but having the brightest smiles on ur faces while u hold onto ur pair of newborn girls

he’s so proud, he’s the definition of a proud father

lix is holding onto one and he comes over to you, the other one cooing

“that’s it, my three girls.”

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[weare0ne]

𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗼

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍- 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 ! -> @bigbrainenergytingz

suho (sureum):

you KNOW the nation’s leader takes care of his girl

she IS baby in his eyes and it will remain that way even when she's an old woman

they're close and she's lowkey his favorite (because she laughs at his jokes)

she relies on suho a lot and he does all he can to support her and care for her

it's hard being the only girl in EXO of all groups because they're literally royalty

so suho HYPES HER UP

was super clingy when he enlisted (she visits them all when they do) but god it’s CONSTANT texts shes crazy

lots of love with them

sureum things !

-> suho making sure she gets water first at concerts/shows/schedules

-> areum rubbing his back reassuringly when they clown him (even tho she does it too)

-> each other’s biggest cheerleaders

-> walking/biking together

xiumin (xiureum):

they have a really chill friendship and cute ass moments

she's his fan and they have lots of inside jokes

she was nervous around all of the members when she joined the group, but she found xiumin very approachable

she's Tiny and xiumin thinks it's so cute and looks at her with big, big love

Must Protect Them because they're so sweet and wholesome

areum didn't like coffee until xiumin made some for her .. to this day, she only drinks it if he makes it

SHE KNOCKED HIM OVER WHEN HE CAME BACK AFTER HIS ENLISTMENT SHE MISSED HER BAOZI

cuties !! best boy and best girl !!

xiureum things !

-> cleaning together, because theyre the best at it

-> café dates

-> picking each other for everything just to spite the others

-> maknae and fake maknae

lay (layreum):

no one, and i repeat NO ONE, should ever say that lay is no longer apart of exo

areum gets scary sometimes. she has and will still yell if someone dares to say that

she is the biggest fan of his solo work !! number one lay zhang stan

she thinks he is SO MF FUNNY. BUT whenever he says something dirty she hits his arm

he thinks she's adorable and always pats her head and tells her that she looks nice

before lay went to china they always had fun and went out together

always says hi to lay whenever exo is on a show or something and always mentions him in speeches

she's gone to china multiple times to visit him- he's one of her best friends, and she misses him so very much

layreum things !

-> random sightings of them walking around in the city

-> hugs and hugs and hugs

-> areum thinking lay is the funniest person to exist

-> lay being a smiley doofus because areum is so sweet and precious with him

baekhyun (baekeum):

they tease each other constantly and are always very involved with each other's lives

he got sad when she turned down the offer to be in superm, but he understands her desire to develop her solo career and be devoted to solely exo

makes it KNOWN that they all love their girl to death and that exo wouldn't be exo without her

so much pda !! they cling to each other a lot and there's lots of cheek kisses

they clarified, though, that they're purely best friends and baek told everyone sternly that it's not kind to be jealous or rude to areum just because they love him

vocal LEGENDS and he always hypes her singing

SHE hypes his solo career- name a bigger baekhyun stan. i'll wait.

besties, legends, the best

baekeum things !

-> being clingy and holding on to each other a lot

-> laughing fits and being a comedic duo

-> baekhyun being her actual embarrassing big brother

-> always going out of their way to promote each other

chen (reumchen):

the godmother of his baby

chen is the nation's dad, and he dads areum all the time

she got SO pissed when people were blacklisting him for his marriage and the baby

jongdae’s like. a dad figure for her but also her big brother

she’s VERY defensive of him and vice versa- he HATES areum hate

really really close with his wife too!! they’re besties nd hang out

they play around a lot and have background moments that fans notice and it’s SO funny

she makes sure to visit his wife and daughter a lot since he’s enlisted :(( tears were shed nd she misses him

reumchen things !

-> chen ruffling her hair

-> randomly harmonizing or singing

-> yelling when they talk it’s a problem

-> chen being a protective father

chanyeol (reumyeol):

chanyeol has been in love with her since he met her like. for nine years now. he’s been in love with her

chanyeol is a PUPPY he is SOFT he is A BABY when it comes to areum and E V E R Y O N E can tell that she’s the love of his life

SHE. DOESNT NOTICE. AT ALL. even lee sooman HIMSELF is like “get it together smh areum just love him already”

meanwhile shes like !! wow chanyeol is the sweetest he’s such a great friend !!

but he loves her so much he’d take friendship over just not having her in his life

yeah he’s pure asf when it comes to her .. for the most part hehe

they’ve gone on so many dates and hang out SO much it’s maddening

she’s the one who started calling him loey

and yes she cries/gets sad SO MF MUCH EVERY DAY because her best friend is enlisted and she can’t imagine spending that much time without him

reumyeol things !

-> cuddles and affection (a LOT more off camera)

-> areum refusing to leave him in the studio at night and falling asleep while he’s working

-> chanyeol being WHIPPED and going everywhere with her/helping her whenever he can

-> so many collabs/covers

d.o. (kyungreum):

the most popular ship (aside from reumyeol)

wbk kyungsoo is a gentleman and he showcases it when it comes to areum

protects her in public situations

he always makes her laugh and the way he laughs at her is !! so mf SWEET !!

they also were in be positive/positive physique together and had those kiss scenes 😳

chanyeol is convinced he’s secretly in love with her and vice versa

BUT the truth is that they’re just friends. the kiss scene made them laugh nd weirded them out but it looked good because it was ACTING

these nerds are just besties they have long talks and it’s 🥺 she cried so much when he enlisted and visited him and texted him lots

kyungreum things !

-> escorts her at events, gives her his coat to cover her, making sure she isn’t harassed in public

-> very comfortable with each other, especially after their kiss scenes

-> kyungsoo teaches her to cook

-> areum gives him advice about ✨girls✨ or helps him out when he needs it

kai (kaireum):

jongin and areum .. think of the SEXY ! on stage anyway

IRL THEYRE SUCH LIL PISSBABY NERDS. they’re just. teddy bears. softies

when they dance together it’s BEAUTIFUL it’s AMAZING it’s SHOW STOPPING their charisma on stage!! unparalleled!!

she’s said that kai’s voice is her most favorite in the group and that it has a pretty color to it

adorable playful sleepy buds

he wishes she had chosen to join superm with them :( but like baek, he gets it

she’d rather him wear crop tops than her (she hypes him in them when he gets shy)

she went undercover as one of the backup dancers in mmmh because he wanted her to and it was ICONIC especially because fans were just freaking out trying to put the pieces together

kaireum things !

-> linking pinkies

-> helping him to keep his relationships PRIVATE + areum shipping jenkai (which is still currently happening idc)

-> jongin being her stylist

-> LOUD HAPPY LAUGHS

sehun (sereum):

sehun never fails to make her laugh

but quite frankly even tho she is the youngest HE is still the maknae because he Just Is and everyone can agree

he will pout if she’s getting treated like the maknae he’s lowkey salty because he was SUPPOSED to be the maknae however he still loves her and they’re iconic siblings

they exchange lots of looks and gossip like crazy

areum LOVES dogs she loves the group’s pets but pretends to not like vivi because sehun has made him spoiled

they just sit and clown everyone and don’t give a single shit about it

they know all of each other’s business and even tho sehun thinks she is THE Dumb Bitch she’s HIS dumb bitch

if areum has to act cute or sexy he bursts out laughing

sereum things !

-> they expose each other on the daily

-> exo’s resident sassy mfs

-> lots of public dates

-> sehun shipping reumyeol but also thinking they’re dumb and he is very tired of it

[ko-fanatic]

Are You Going To Destroy It? (Part one)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary: Ishimaru is supposed to be perfect. He gets perfect grades, enforces the rules as hall monitor, and then goes home to care for his ailing grandfather while his father works long hours to support the three of them. But the simple fact is he's not perfect, and everything is unravelling his mental state more and more. Being forced to care for the man who ruined his life isn't helping.

TW: Suicidal thoughts, extreme bullying, self-harm, homicidal thoughts, family issues, mental health issues

Author’s note: Heavily inspired by Zankyou no Terror. Taka's storyline can be seen as an AU, but Daiya and Mondo aren't terrorists. Also, as a disclaimer: If you are aware someone is suicidal, DO NOT leave them alone. Mondo is just a kid, and doesn't know better, but now you do. If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out.

For all Kiyotaka loved school, it could be hell. 

He was drawn to learning, to pleasing his teachers, following the rules… But the same could not be said for those times of day where he was offered no protection. Before school, breaktime, lunchtime, and after school. Those were torture.

“C’mon, Taka,” One of the boys by his side grinned wolfishly, arm slung around his shoulders in some faux-friendly action, when in reality it was simply to keep him from leaving. 

Had he expected any different when he was accosted and all but dragged to the pool behind the school building? Honestly, no. However, despite the probability that he could fight the boys off and run home, he… was tired. Too tired to push out of their grips and run yet again. 

Too tired to go home. 

Hence, here he stood, shoved to stand on one of the diving blocks - still in his full uniform - his classmates looming over him like vultures.

“Why don’t you go for a little dip?” The boy laughed as Kiyotaka resolutely stared out at the glistening water, so crisp and clear in the afternoon sun, “And then, well, not come up again.”

Ah, telling him to kill himself, yet again. They’d done this dance before (or was that another classmate? Their faces blur). He’d be lying, to say he hadn’t thought of it. Despite the utter terror that last instance had incited, razor blades thrown at him with jeering taunts to go cut up his arms some more, this is another level of intimidation. 

So painfully close to casual. 

“It’s what a filthy Ishimaru like you deserves.”

He was right about that, he supposed. Some time ago, he would’ve held his head up high and asserted that, yes, he is an Ishimaru, but he was going to fix his family’s reputation. He would drag his name out of the mud, and make it all better. 

Now, he just wants the exhaustion to end. 

“It’ll be just like falling asleep.”

The sentence rang over and over in his head, so similar to ones he’d thought on countless occasions; clutching bottles upon bottles of his grandfather’s pills, staring at the open blades of a pair of scissors, at the length of rope in the rotting garden shed that could easily be tied into a noose. 

And God, did he just want to sleep.

His body leant forward, without explicit permission but he had no will to stop himself, eyes closing as he awaited the burning sensation that comes with breathing chlorinated water -

“CANONBALL!!”

The yell was loud, startling all of them at the poolside, and accompanied with a large splash. Kiyotaka and his classmates got soaked with the tidal wave of water that had been dispersed, and Kiyotaka’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the cause of the disturbance. 

A handsome boy was in the pool, grinning ear to ear after his impressive dive from the roof above. His bleach blonde hair hung down in sopping ringlets, dishevelled out of whatever style it’d had before. His pretty, almost lilac eyes were heavily ringed in smudged, dripping eyeliner, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. 

“‘S too warm to stay poolside, guys!” The boy smirked, swimming up to them as Kiyotaka could only watch in confusion. Assumedly, his classmates were also dumbfounded, considering the utter silence that seemed to envelop them all like a thick fog.

That was when the boy grabbed him by the leg, pulling him into the water but never letting his head dip below. He wasn’t dragging him under to drown, wrapped in a cool embrace like his mind and peers had whispered to him over and over again. No, this seemed… friendly. Like the adolescents in the media, who play and rough-house, yet never want any harm to come to each other. 

He was still in the boy’s arms, head static and floating above his shoulders, reality a haze. He swore he could hear his classmates say something, though he doesn’t know what, and when he looked back they were gone. 

“Hey,” The boy smiled, much more subtle and subdued than the grin he’d previously flashed. Kiyotaka was lifted a little higher, placed gently on the side of the pool, his head lowered and rivulets of water running down from his short hair. 

“Are you okay?” The boy asked, “The things some assholes do… But you’re safe right now, yeah?”

He didn’t speak. He never spoke. 

“Sorry I pulled ya into the water,” The other spoke once more, leaning on one toned arm as the other scratched at the back of his mop of hair, “Thought I should put some distance between ya ‘nd those guys, and that was the first thing I thought of. Didn’t really wanna cause a fight with you in the middle, looking so out of it -”

“I’m -” Kiyotaka began, voice hoarse and so soft, quiet, and he paused to clear his throat, “I’m fine… Used to it, I suppose…”

“Well, then that’s not really fine, right?” The other posed, like it was the simplest thing in the world, “Name’s Mondo. What’s yours?”

He looked down at his uniform, thumbing the seam of his blazer sleeve, a million thoughts running across his mind but without any substance to actually grab hold of one. As noncoporial as a spirit.

“I… Kiyotaka Ishimaru…” He hesitantly put forward, his name feeling like molasses in his mouth, gluing to his teeth and oozing between his lips, “Thank you for helping me, Mondo-kun.”

It feels right, to thank him. Or, not right, but proper. A thing one should do. He cares a whole lot for propriety, has to, and the instinct kicks in fast. Mondo simply looks amused. 

“Ya don’t need to bother with honorifics, it’s cool,” He waves off, and a small pang in Kiyotaka’s chest murmurs ‘ah, to be so casual’. 

He’ll never be able to do something like that, because he’ll never have a friend to be casual with. He’s not being morose when he thinks that, either; at this point in his life, despite being just a few months shy of his fifteenth birthday, he knows that as empirical fact. He’s unlikeable, plain and simple, exemplified by his classmates attempting to gode him into suicide. 

That must mean he’s a special kind of hateful. 

Mondo looks up, then, at the roof. A man with dark hair stands at the railing, arm casually slung over the side, watching the pair of them from his vantage point. Something in Kiyotaka’s chest shrinks, but Mondo is quick to assure him. 

“My brother,” Is his simple explanation, “Are you… gonna be alright to get home? By yourself, I mean?”

The thought of going home makes him flinch. The soulless eyes, staring at the wall as he gives his near-catatonic grandfather his bath, feeds him his dinner spoonful by spoonful, gives him his meds and forces him to swallow. So helpless, dependent, pathetic…

An evil part of him screams to just hold him under the water, wrap his hands around the old man’s throat, give him too many pills at once. Because, for God’s sake, this man ruined his life before it began, and it’d be so easy to take him out. Like an old dog that has outlived its use, out behind the garden shed -

He cuts off those thoughts there. He’s truly a vile person. 

“It’s fine,” He lies, because it isn’t. He doesn’t know who he’ll snap and kill first, himself or his grandfather, and he still wants nothing more than to lay down in the water and breathe until his lungs give in.

“If you’re certain,” Mondo hesitates, looking like he wants to say more, but instead he just pulled himself out of the pool, “I should probably get back to my brother. Still, though, if those idiots come after you again… I ain’t usually one to agree with being a narc, but some things are just way too much.”

He nods, though his heart isn’t in it. 

“See ya around, Taka!” Mondo grins, giving a mock salute as he walks off. 

Nothing’s stopping him from shuffling off the tile, going down into the depths of the water and laying at the very bottom until the staff come by tomorrow morning. But he doesn’t. He’s not sure why he doesn’t, but he stands and walks out the pool gate, dripping water onto the concrete of the pavement and drawing odd stares as he treks home. 

Taka, he thinks, I like that. 

[spicyizuku]

—𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 | 𝙠.𝙨.

genre: fluff

pairing: sugawara kōshi x gn!reader

warnings: none

summary: your fiancé is one of the many that have to teach during a pandemic. It's caused him to overwork, so you try to get him to relax.

word count: 1.4k

The pandemic has been hard on him.

Every night he crawls into bed later and later, exhaustion visible in the tension of his body. It worries you, but Kōshis efforts with online learning will not be stopped by your concern.

Trying to teach elementary students through a screen is probably the hardest thing Sugawara has done in his adult life. Every week he tries methods to increase retention and every week he fails. Kids can't sit still for hours and it's unfair for a school to think they can- it frustrates him to no end. A few times a week you have to listen to your fiancé rant about how unsustainable this method of teaching is- he always gets red in the face when he thinks about his students that don't have access to functional internet. You help him as best as you can- figuring out ways to get his kids access to education, going on countless runs to drop off school supplies at every home- but you have a job too, so you can't put in as much time as you want to.

And the worst part is watching him tire himself out and succumb to irritation when he so dearly loves those kids. You thought maybe teachers would be able to have more breaks during quarantine, but you regularly find him working on lesson plans well past midnight.

The kitchen lights are dimmed as he sits at the island. Elementary Education textbooks and lesson plans litter the countertop. You cleaned the kitchen earlier so he didn't have to worry about the mess. You both had home offices, but Suga's favorite workspace has always been the kitchen. In the afternoon, He'll usually work on plans while you busy yourself by making mapo tofu.

Depending on the day the kitchen could be filled with laughter and conversation or comfortable silence. Its been more quiet, lately. It's hard for the two of you to be excited about life when you can't even go outside. Your weekly grocery shopping together has been replaced by delivery, movie dates cancelled, meetups with old friends rescheduled months out. You two had planned for a vacation, but that was easily forgotten about when cases suddenly went from dozens to thousands. Hell, even wedding planning was abandoned.

You watch him shuffle in his seat, busying yourself with getting him a glass of water.

Even when tired, he looks beautiful. His long eyelashes flutter as he tries to stay awake, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He looks soft- contacts abandoned for large rimmed glasses. He's wearing a faded crewneck you got him a few years ago, sweatpants too big for him and mismatched wool socks. When he looks up from his laptop, greeting you with a tired smile, your heart lurches. Whether in sympathy or adoration, you don't know.

You make your way over to him, slippered feet shuffling quietly.

"You know what time it is, love?" You say softly, placing the glass of water down before leaning over him and pressing into his back. He whispers a small "thank you" and you hum. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and run a hand down his chest. Its nothing more than grounding, just present, a reminder to him that says hey, i'm here. He relaxes and leans back into your touch.

"Time for you to get some rest." He responds. It almost sounds like a command.

"Not without you."

His shoulders shake as he huffs in laughter. Something about it tells you that he already knew exactly what you were going to say.

"I've gotta get this done."

"It'll be there when you wake up."

You press your face to the crook of his neck, leaving a few soft pecks. His shoulders droop and he lets out a barely audible sigh. He doesn't want to lose to his exhaustion, but you're the only one in the room that knows him going to bed is nothing if not a win.

"I'll lose momentum." He turns his head slightly to acknowledge you.

"Never in my life have I seen you lose drive. Your energy is unparalleled."

"So you know that I can't give up now."

"You're not giving- Thats not what I meant and you know you're exhausted." Your reply sounds exasperated.

"Yes, beloved. But-"

"Kōshi."

He pauses. You run your hands down his arms as you continue.

"Don't mistake hard work with overworking. 'nd don't mistake taking a break with giving up. You gotta relax, baby."

He stays silent, still leaning into you. You take it as your cue to continue.

"How about we both lay down 'nd I help you relax, hm?"

Suga's eyebrows raise almost involuntarily. You let out a half-suppressed laugh.

"Not like that, you absolute horn dog. Just a back rub- in the morning I'll make you miso soup and you can go back to work. I just want you to rest. You've been so tense for so long, Kōshi- It's worrying me."

He pulls away, but your separation only lasts for a few seconds as he turns completely to face you. He brings his hand to your face, lightly running a thumb along your cheekbone.

"I don't want you to worry. I'll come to bed- just let me clean this all up, okay?" He almost sounds guilty.

You smile, "Don't, then you'll have to set everything back up in the morning. C'mon-"

You pull him out of his chair and the two of you quietly make your way to your bedroom. Kōshi all but collapses on the bed, burrowing his face into a pillow and groaning in relief. He grunts lightly as you climb into bed and on top of him, straddling his back as you lean over and press a kiss to the top of his head. He lifts off the pillow to rest his head on his arms, face turned enough to find you in his peripheral.

"Close your eyes, dearest." You say as you raise his shirt up slightly, just over his lower back. You run your hands up and down his back, he hums.

"And what if I want to see your pretty face? You're enchanting-" When he responds your face starts to heat up. It's crazy how he still knows what to say to get your heart racing.

"Sap-" Your response is quiet, and he does as he was told earlier.

Your hands slowly make their way up his back as he melts into the mattress. All that can be heard is the soft whiring of the ceiling fan and Kōshis sounds of contentment. You try to work through knots as gently as possible, but he groans in discomfort as you press your thumbs into his skin. His grunts quickly turn into sighs of relief when you finally work through tense muscle.

You get the opportunity to watch him slowly relax. His breath deepens slowly. When you work over his spine he struggles to hold in a whine.

"Y/n"

"Yes, baby?" You go back to running your hands up and down his back. He sighs as you press a kiss in between his shoulders.

"love you,, so so much-" He slurs, and you know you finally got him where you want him.

"I love you too, Koshi."

"Can't imagine life without you- y'make me so happy." His voice is barely above a whisper. Your heart swells in adoration. He's always been such a sweetheart- but its almost maximized when he's at his most relaxed. You're suddenly reminded of how lucky you are to have such an affectionate partner. A life partner.

"Please don't waste your talent."

"Hm?"

"By not becoming a masseuse- you're a god at this."

His comment makes you snort. "Go to sleep, love. We'll talk about my future in massage therapy in the morning."

"Over miso?"

"Over miso."

He gives you a small grin, his eyes still closed. You didn't know he could melt into the mattress any more- his breathing deepens and his facial features slowly relax. Before you know it, He's finally asleep.

You roll off of him as gently as possible before curling into his side, finally noticing your own exhaustion as you force your eyes to stay open. You pull a blanket over the two of you and sigh, listening to your fiancés soft breathing and letting it finally lull you to sleep.

The love you two shared over this night will not be forgotten.

Thanks for reading bestie ❤️ requests are open nd id appreciate feedback!! have a lovely day <3

[ashby389]

Let’s get married when we turn 18

So angst tuesday is the theme here we go by the way again it’s a little long please bear with it I cried while writing this

Takemicchi stood in front of Mikey who was sitting on a pile of debris the first thing he noticed about him was how thin he was. Mikey wasn’t the same person he was when he left after defeating Valhalla. He looked resigned bags under his eyes and no light in his eyes. If Mikey is here where is S/O? They were inseparable “Never one without the other” as the quote goes. “Mikey......Have you been well”? he asked. Mikey stared at him there was something wrong the look in his eyes were off some how. “Yeah” was his only reply. Takemicchi started to feel overwhelmed and try as he might he felt the familiar burning behind his eyes. “I’m sorry” he blurted out. Trying to wipe the tears away so he didn’t make more of a fool of himself. “Still the same crybaby you never change huh” said Mikey. (I’m not trying to plagiarize so I’m tweaking a few of the word) Takemicchi looked up at Mikey again he was resting his chin on the palm of his hand with a smile on his face. Takemicchi grinned back at him he was happy to se that smile again. Mikey stood up and put his hands in his pockets he felt the cool metal of the gun he had in one of the pockets. “I brought you here because I need to ask you for a favor ”he said. This confused Takemicchi because normally Mikey either asked Draken or S/O to do things for him. Which again is the question Where is S/O. Naoto had no information on their where about for the last year. “A favor”? he asked. Mikey looked around with a sadder smile. “I brought S/O a couple of times to tell and show her things about Shinichiro it was nostalgic for a time. When we were young we fought we learned things laughed and cried together. That’s how Toman grew” he said with a closed eye smile. Takemicchi stared at Mikey with hope and a smile on his face. Mikey in his eyes was still the same there is no way he killed Mitsuya and the others. The Mikey of now is still the Mikey I got to know in Toman he didn’t change. Mikey looked up at the sky through the opening from above clouds moved so slowly his eyes went blank for a second. “Toman changed so much” he mumbled. This shocked Takemicchi he gave Mikey a confused look. “Huh”? Mikey looked back at him with a smile. “Hey Takemitchy why did you leave Toman? I wanted us to stay together I wanted you to stay with me like a big brother would” “W-w-what”? He left Toman? Why would he- “I tried to fix everything myself without S/O’s help they were stressed enough but I couldn’t control everything. It made me realize I’m never going to be like I was in the past” he said. “Mikey what do you mean”?. Mikey’s hair covered his eyes tht wer filled with the same darkness he used to fight to keep at bay. “ I tried to stop you from leaving Toman but Mitsuya and Draken tried to stop me which was a mistake” he said. (I know im skipping the flash back but yall wanna know what happened to S/O) No no no no no is the only words going through Takemicchi’s head when he realized what that meant. “Those two-” “Were the last.....I’m the one that killed them. The Toman from before is gone I made sure of it ” Does that mean he killed S/O too no way he would never! They were talking about actually getting married when they turned eighteen but Mikey didn’t have a ring or anything. What the hell kind of reality did we create? Thoughts just kept running in his mind. “That’s why I want you to stop me” Mikey walked down from the debris and stood right in front of him. With a smile he said. “Kill me” “What happened to S/O” he asked. A light sparked in Mikey’s eyes but just as quick as it came it was gone. “I want it all to end here. My dream” “Mikey what happened to S/O what did you do to them? I just wanted to see you again and now your asking me to kill you! Where is S/O why aren’t they here with you”? Mikey started to feel his heart shattering the more Takemicchi said their name. It made him remember their smile how they would call him my love unless he was in trouble then it was Manjiro. “Hakkai said the same thing before I killed him. I remember when I first killed someone I felt nothing. It worried S/O they tried over nd over again to get me to talk They stayed with me even after finding out that I killed all of our friends. When I told them that things were easier when you kill those who get in our way” Takemicchi grabbed Mikey’s shoulders and stared at him tears falling. “No it’s not true you haven’t changed S/O would have stopped you they would never have let you do all those things! So why are you talking about murder and all that bullshit! S/O would have- Mikey flipped him over his shoulder slamming him on the ground taking out his gun her pushed it against his cheek and glared down at Takemitchy. “Don’t you get it? I killed S/O” he declared. That shook Takemicchi to his core but if what he said about the others was true. Mikey put another gun next to him. ”Take the gun because if you don’t kill me I will kill you” he said. Mikey had tears in his eyes they fell on his cheeks everything mikey was doing was contradicting with what he told Takemicchi.  “We can’t go back in time no matter how much we want to” BANG!! Mikey felt the burning of the bullet as it went into the side of his head(I don’t know medical stuff so please don’t ding me for this) Mikey blacked out for a couple of seconds he heard someone screaming his name. Opening his eyes again he saw Takemicchi holding him it made him happy not to be alone. “Thank you Tachibana Naoto, Takemitchy wouldn’t have been able to do it....Finally” “Mikey please tell me where S/O is I can call them to meet us” said Takemicchi. Mikey had the saddest look in his eyes as tears fell from his eyes. “They’re gone Takemicchi- “You would never have hurt them- “I lied when I said I killed them but I might as well have” The wound was bleeding more the blood spread down Takemicchi’s fingers onto the dirt floor. Mikey looked to the side Takemicchi’s eyes followed to the spot next to them there was dried blood next to them. How? How didn’t he notice it? Mikey reached out and touched the spot.

                                               FLASHBACK

S/O walked into the same place Mikey and Takemicchi were on the phone. “Listen we don’t have much time left can you do this one last favor for me”? “Yes I know but I need to get Mikey away from them I knew Kisaki was a piece of shit but that other bastard pun intended is worse than him! He’s twisting Mikey up so badly that he doesn’t know left from right” S/O looked at her hand Mikey had proposed to then a couple of nights ago and that solidified their stance they need to leave Japan with Mikey even if they have to drug him. He can be as mad as he wants with them away from the parasites known as Izana  Kurokawa and Tetta Kisaki. “Look if this fails i’ll take the heat for it Mikey might have done horrible things but he would never kill me even if Izana and Kisaki told him too. I gotta go Mikey’s supposed to meet me here soon I’ll broch the topic when I see him for now get everything ready” They hung up sighing it’s for the best after all the bullshit they went though. Clapping came out of nowhere turning they saw said parasites both with big grins Izana clapping. “Wouldn’t have said it better myself unfortunately your right he wont kill you no matter how many times we tell him too” said Kisaki. S/O shrugged putting their phone away. “Being their S/O and best friend since before Draken comes with the territory but tell me something. Have either of you ever had that someone that is your person? That you didn’t have to break to be loyal and love you they just did out of reflex. The one you can always count on to have your back? Someone that will be in the cell next door of you get caught with a plan that gets both of you out or neither of you? That person that will walk through hell with a smile on their face while holding you hand the whole time. Or go to the heavens and laugh with you talking about the good time the bad and the complicated. Your ride or die? Or someone that will always choose you over everyone else no matter what? That is who Mikey and I are to each other so whatever your scheming now to try and break us up again it won’t work. Mikey will never leave me for you” they said glaring at them. The more she spoke the more hatred they had of S/O. Kisaki because of Hinata, Izana because of how deep the loyalty and love Mikey had for S/O. Izana chuckled and stood right in front of them taking a step back S/O was met with a wall they looked up Kakucho Hitto. HE looked sad because at one point they had started to become real friends They glared at Izana. “So you brought your lap dog with you too” they hissed. “Now that’s just mean S/O you might hurt his feelings” said Kisaki with a smirk. “I’m sorry” said Izana looking right in their eyes. This baffled S/O Izana  Kurokawa apologizing it wasn’t just them Kisaki and Kakucho looked confused as well. “I’ve been a terrible brother in law I know it’s a little sudden but now that Mikey proposed maybe we could start over”? he asked smiling. BULLSHIT came to mind Izana always made it very clear that he wanted them gone. At the same time though they had to think about the plan if this was legit it will be easier to get Mikey out. “What are you playing at Izana”? demanded Kisaki teeth clenched enraged. “Shinichiro would have wanted us to get along and be there for Mikey” was the only thing he said. He spread out his arms with a smile. “We should hug it out like families do” he said. They felt movement behind them and they looked at Kisaki he was grinning. S/O felt the air move and heard the crunching of the dirt they moved. Kakucho had a knife in his hand whirling out of the way they spun kicked Kakucho in the rids as hard s they could. Oh the joy they felt when they heard the crunching of his ribs and the snarling pain he felt. S/O made tried to run this was an assassination they realized. They weren’t fast enough Kisaki body slammed then into the dirt dragging them up. S/O kicked wildly screaming as loud as they could trying to elbow Kisaki to let them go. The hope was Mikey would already be near by and would hear that they were in trouble. Mikey had just arrived but he didn’t hear S/O screaming. “Hmm I wonder why wifey wanted to meet here” he asked himself happily. He was so excited finally after waiting all this time since thy were kids he knew that S/O would be the one he would spend the rest of his life with. They would marry have children grandchildren. He knew he didn’t deserve to be happy after all the terrible things he did but he wanted to be selfish and be happy for once after so long. The best part he’s marrying his soulmate cheesy yes but true. He started walking in the building. “Izana please don’t do this to him”! they yelled. Izana walked over to where kakucho was laying glaring down at him Izana picked up the knife. Kakuch scrambled to get up he helped kisaki steady them “No Kakucho please please your not like them! He won’t survive this please” they begged screaming and crying. Kakucho couldn’t meet their eyes a lump forming in his throat and a familiar burn in his eyes. “Wow what a change of heart after that passionate speech S/O” said Izana walking towards them. “Izana please don’t do this Mikey is your brother” they begged. “Yes but like you said he will always choose you over me and I can’t have that. He is my Shinichiro” he said glaring. “The real Shinichiro and Emma would never have wanted this- A horrible burning sensation went through her mid section. They looked down Izana stabbed them pulling out the knife he plunged it in again and again and again. S/O had never seen so much of their blood until now. Kakucho and Kisaki dropped S/O who fell to their knees. Izana held the knife admiring it and the blood. That’s the scene Mikey walked into his heart dropped when he saw S/O drop to the ground coughing up blood. Izana saw mikey still smiling he said. “Hello brother don’t worry everything will be fine now” he said. Mikey ran to S/O falling to his knees he picked them up there was blood everywhere. “We should leave let them say goodbye see you soon little brother I hope now you understand i’m the only family you have left” said izana smirking. Kisaki followed him. Kakucho stood the for a moment and bowed he was so full of regret he thought S/O was a good person but in the end good people in their world never last long. “Hey wifey wake up please” he begged quietly crying. S/O opened their eyes and looked at Mikey. “What took you my love”? “Ha I was asleep i’m sorry baby” he said. “You will always be a child my love that’s what made me fall in love with you that and when you would hold me just like this I always felt safe and protected” thy whispered. “I couldn’t protect you this time” he cried. S/O smiled gently they raised their hand to touch his cheek. “Silly love you couldn’t have known that they would be here” “I should have guessed they always hated you” “Manjiro enough” He looked into S/O’s eyes the bright lights in them dulling. “I want you to promise me three things” they said. Mikey took their hand and kissed their knuckles nodding, “One don’t go after Kisaki or Izana” S/O- “No- they started to cough with more blood. “Okay okay” he said trying to calm them down. “Second Find Takemicchi make sure he is okay I don’t trust them not to hurt him” “Ha of course you would think about the cry baby hero” he said with a watery smile. “He was my favorite after you and Draken I spoiled you three equally....mostly you” “You are my wifey so obligations fall on you” That made S/O smile they loved Mikey so much it just hurts so badly that they didn’t even get married and now they are going to leave Mikey behind. “The last thing”? he asked. “Escape from them leave Japan there is a number on my phone I as going to tell you we should leave together but looks like it’ll just be you this time my love”  Their breathing was getting labored they stopped feeling pain a minute again. “Hey Mikey”? “Yes wifey”? “In our next life let’s get married when we turn eighteen”? He closed his eyes in agony he could hear them as a child in middle school and high school saying it again and again. When he opened them the light in their eyes was gone they had stopped breathing. He held them closer. They were gone. “AHHHHHHHHHHH”!!!!!!!!!

                                          PRESENT TIME

Takemichhi couldn’t breath they murdered S/O infront of mikey. “That was a week ago” “That’s why you wanted me to kill you” he whimpered. “I just want to see their face one more time even if I never see them again after” mikey as crying from a broken soul. “It’s over all my life I have been suffering it was worse when S/O was gone even breathing became it’s own hell” “No Mikey I can change it all I can go back in time and bring S/O back Please don’t say such sad things” Mikey looked to the side and he saw a blur then he saw them with wide eyes. S/O was standing there they were so young in their middle school uniform with a black jacket over their shoulders smiling at him. He looked back at Takemicchi he stopped feeling pain and that was a good thing. With a breathy laugh he leaned closer to takemicchi. “You word comforted me even if they are beautiful lies....your hand is so warm” he said. The next thing Mikey knew he was standing in front of S/O confused but happy he held S/O in one of his octopus hugs like they called them. “You came back” he whispered. Shaking their head they touched his blonde hair. “Huh”? he asked touching his hair. He was in his Toman uniform he spun around and round confused. “My love stop” they giggled. “Wait if your here and I’m a kid again- He looked over and he saw takemicchi holding his body. S/O wrapped their arms around Mikey’s waist pressing their head in his back. “I died” he said. Nodding S/O kissed his back sadly. He turned to them with a sad look in his eyes he wished he didn’t do this to Takemitchy. “You waited for me”? he asked. “As your wifey I have obligations like waiting for your lazy butt” they laughed. He laughed kissing them then deepening the kiss until they couldn’t breath. (I know they died but they aren’t vampires that’s another fic) “ We should go” they said. Mikey hesitated because he knew they might be separated again. S/O scoffed knowing what he was thinking. “Manjiro stop talking” they said “I didn’t say- “Your thinking so loud I’m sure the llorona heard you” (weeping lady) “We aren’t separating not ever again but there are some people that wanna see you they missed you so much but first sit your butt down and let me fix your hair” He complied laughing she pulled his blonde locks back to the way it was before he cut it short. As they stood looked over at Takemicchi, Naoto was comforting him as he cried over Mikey’s body. S/O took his hand and pulled him away there was a huge bright light they looked over at him. “Ready”? they asked. Mikey interlocked their fingers holding tight. “Always” he said happily. “Oh wait no your not” they said. This made Mikey freak out will they separated what what what was he missing!!!. S/O took off the jacket and held it out to him. “Huh”? he asked. “What’s a president and or commander without his uniform”? they asked cheekily. “You brat you scared me “he exclaimed. “You knew I was a brat the moment we started dating and got engaged no take backs” they said wagging their finger at him. He pretended to bite at their finger putting on the jacket. It felt weird wearing it but at the same time it felt right. He grabbed their hand again smiling they pulled him into the light. Mikey opened his eyes and looked a round confused he was standing in the shrine. “S/O what is this”? he asked. He looked around they were gone he started panicking no no no not again he thought. “Oy Mikey” that voice. It made him freeze on the spot. “I think you broke him” said another familiar voice. Mikey turned there stood Draken, Emma, Baji, Chifuyu and the others. He had tears in his eyes but he didn’t care they were here. “My love you look shocked” said S/O pulling a man forward. Shinichiro smiled at his brother he knew the pain Mikey went through and he had so many regrets. “ Hey little brother” he said Mikey lost it he rand and jumped on his brother. The others were watching happily knowing this is the most emotion Mikey has ever displayed in front of them. “It’s alright now stop crying your embarrassing me” Shinichiro laughed. Emma smiled hugging S/O she was so happy to have her family back. When they stood Mikey looked at his friends the ones he killed. “I’m sorry” he said bowing to them. Draken had a tick on his forehead. “Oy Mikey stop apologizing your a president you don’t bow to anyone” he snarled. Mikey froze and looked up they were all smiling at him. He was never more grateful to have a family like this more then this moment. Baji got tired of the mushy stuff and punched Mitsuya on the shoulder. “What the fuck” “Hey I’m happy deal with it”! “You wanna go”! They started fighting in the background. Emma hugged Mikey as tight as she could. “They are both Octopie Octopuses I don’t fucking now but they are” said Draken. “Your right they are it’s cute though” said S/O Draken couldn’t argue there he missed his best friends now they’re all together laughing and just being happy. “By the way my love you only bow to one person” said S/O. Mikey let Emma go and stood in front of them. Emma went next to Draken he rapped an arm around her shoulder both blushing. “Oh yeah who is that”? he asked pulling them close. “Me” the said kissing him. Wolf whistles and cat calls is all they got separating. He held them from behind resting his chin on their shoulder. “My love”?  “Hmmm yes wifey” he looked at them “Let’s get married when we turn eighteen”            Fin

[queenangst]

30 min fic—maybe Midoriya admitting that he feels responsible for what happened to Nighteye, to the character of your choice? ❤️❤️❤️

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

faultline [read on AO3]

Now that it’s all over, Eijirou isn’t sure what to make of it except this: he’s tired.

He’s never felt this tired before, this bone-deep exhaustion, and so as the last of the internships wind to an end all Eijirou can manage is to return to the dorms and pass out hard on his bed. He sleeps for, like, forever. He’s so tired he doesn’t even dream, but Eijirou doesn’t need to.

Every time he wakes up he sees flashes of images that he knows are memories. In the same moment that Eijirou realizes he’s awake he also realizes he isn’t strong enough.

Three days after the Shie Hasseikai fall, Eijirou rises early and goes to train.

He’s not surprised to see Midoriya.

Since the beginning Midoriya has had a fire like no one else. A drive that Eijirou thinks is super manly, but also almost terrifying. It’s like Midoriya treats every single waking moment as an opportunity, as if he has to give a hundred and ten percent all the time like he’s going to lose everything if he doesn’t.

“Midoriya!” Eijirou calls.

Midoriya startles—so much so, in fact, that green sparks along his skin and he leaps sideways a little. Eijirou winces.

“Sorry,” he says, as Midoriya relaxes.

Midoriya chuckles. “No, it- it’s okay. I wasn’t expecting, um, to see you.” His eyes trail down and catch Eijirou’s workout clothes. “Were you, um…”

“I was thinking of going for a run,” Eijirou says. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Midoriya smiles. It’s a bit subdued than normal, but seeing it pulls a fizzy warm feeling through him.

“You don’t have to ask. So you’re fine with doing a few laps?”

Eijirou nods, ready to go.

“I need to get stronger,” he confides as they walk outside together. “I mean… well, I just, the whole thing really put it in perspective, you know? I wanna be better. Plus ultra. So… so next time something happens, I can face it with all my strength.”

Midoriya dips his head, expression sliding into something that’s a mix of understanding and determination.

“Yeah.”

They don’t talk much after that. Eijirou’s not a stranger to running, but even so, he doesn’t do it regularly the way Midoriya does. He lets Midoriya set their pace even if it’s slightly fast, and they do the first lap in silence.

It feels… good.

It feels like Eijirou is doing something. It feels tangible, putting one foot down in front of the other and feeling the impact travel through him, feeling the burn in his chest and hearing his own breathing. That’s what he likes best, even though by the second lap he feels a bit like he’s on the verge of doing too much.

Plus ultra, as they say.

Midoriya doesn’t let up. Like, at all. He slows just a little when he notices Eijirou falling behind, but even still… Eijirou glances over and catches a sheen to Midoriya’s eyes, a tension to the line of his jaw, the clench of his fists as they swing back and forth. He’s straining, wanting to go faster, to do more.

And every few seconds he can’t contain his Quirk, and sparks of green light burst around and follow him in a dizzying but beautiful trail.

“Hey,” Eijirou calls, and notes how out of breath he sounds. “Hey, man, you wanna take a break? I’m sure you don’t have to, but I could use a minute.”

Midoriya runs a little while longer like he hasn’t heard Eijirou.

He opens his mouth to call again, worry stirring, and then Midoriya slows to a walk, gasping.

“Water?” Eijirou asks.

Midoriya nods. The lap brings them close back to the dorms, so they walk the rest of the way. Eijirou really does feel like he’s kind of dying in both a good and bad way, so the water’s nice. Midoriya just sips at it, movements jerky.

See—here’s where Eijirou worries.

He doesn’t want to overstep, but Midoriya looks different. His internship changed him.

And Eijiriou’s did, too, teaching him more about hero work but more importantly about himself. One more thing, though. Fat Gum’s insistence is that everyone work as a team and take care of themselves and each other.

Midoriya doesn’t look like he’s been doing that.

“You wanna just… sit?” Eijirou tries. “Before we go again. Uh…”

“Sure,” Midoriya agrees. His fingers curl around the water bottle. “Sorry if that was a little much.”

Eijirou laughs awkwardly. “You’re intense, man. I mean, wow, plus ultra, haha.”

“Yeah,” Midoriya whispers.

They drop down by the side of the track. Midoriya brings his knees up close to him and holds them, and that’s when Eijirou really stops thinking and has to speak.

“Are you okay?”

Midoriya flinches. Turns towards him. “Huh?”

“About… everything.” Eijirou clears his throat. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, man. I know we’re not close, but—if you want someone to listen to you…”

“I…”

Sometimes, you have to take the first step. “Um, you know, I’ve been talking to Hound Dog recently. A little bit. Fat Gum said I should consider it, so I tried. ‘Cause I’ve been having a hard time—dealing. ”

“Oh,” Midoriya says, blinking. He looks down and scuffs at the ground. “Did… did it help?”

Eijirou’s words catch in his throat. He can’t say yes , because talking to Hound Dog has felt a little bit like turning himself inside out and finding that there’s a weak point in his armor. Literally, figuratively, whatever.

“I think,” he starts, then pauses. “I think it will.”

Midoriya hums. He drops his head in his hands, and then scrubs through his hair. Eijiriou reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Please, Eijirou thinks.

Under his hand, Midoriya’s shoulders shake.

“I don’t want to bother you,” he whispers. “I don’t want to bother anyone.”

“It’s not, it’s not, dude, just—you really don’t have to, but…” He swallows. He wishes Fat Gum were here, or Aizawa-sensei, or really any qualified adult. But they’re not and Eijirou is here and needed, so he has to try. “I know it’s been really hard. And you’re allowed to, uh, yeah.”

“It’s my fault,” Midoriya blurts. He launches to his feet, fists tight, and Eijirou feels like his hardening Quirk has turned inward when he sees the stricken look on Midoriya’s face. “All of it. It’s- it’s my—”

Eijirou stands, too. He feels—not enough for this.

“No, it’s, dude, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.”

“Sir… Sir Nighteye died,” Midoriya spits, “because I- I couldn’t, because I wasn’t—”

Fast enough, strong enough. He can’t breathe. Aren’t they the same?

“It’s not like that,” Eijirou croaks. “Come on—look, look at me, it’s not, you didn’t kill him.”

“I might as well have.”

When Midoriya’s knees give out, Eijirou grabs on and holds him up. Midoriya’s shaking bad the way Eijirou used to before presentations, and starts crying so hard Eijirou’s surprised he’s held it together until now.

“No… no,” Eijirou says as hands curl in his shirt. Can he feel Eijirou’s heart beating? “Midoriya, stop, you can’t blame yourself. It wasn’t you. None of that was you…”

He holds on. Midoriya does, too.

“I kept thinking like that too,” he whispers, and feels something in him crack. “That maybe things could have gone differently if I was a little better. But we- we shouldn’t… that’s not right.”

Midoriya sobs.

“I didn’t want him to die,” he cries, “I- I- we didn’t, but I didn’t want him… he wasn’t supposed to, he couldn’t—”

“Yeah.” Eijirou squeezes Midoriya’s shoulders. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” Midoriya agrees. He hiccups, and then they stand there.

“You know it’s not your fault,” Eijirou says after a moment. “You know that, right? You have to know that. It’s not your fault the same way it isn’t my fault the same way it wasn’t any of the heroes’ faults—”

Midoriya whines, and Eijirou says, “No. It wasn’t. It wasn’t.”

“I don’t know how to believe you,” Midoriya replies. “If I just… if I just… it’s different, for me.”

“You have to try. Because it wasn’t.” Eijirou thinks of the little girl Eri, carried to safety in Midoriya’s arms; he’d caught a glimpse of them as he was brought out of the compound. “You wouldn’t say it was my fault because I- I wasn’t strong enough or, or Eri’s fault—”

Midoriya’s head snaps up so fast it almost knocks against Eijirou’s jaw.

“No!”

“You can’t do that to yourself, then,” Eijirou tries, and as he’s saying it he thinks he’s telling himself too. “You don’t have to, um. You don’t have to believe me today. But… maybe tomorrow?”

For a second he thinks he’s said the wrong thing, but Midoriya meets his eyes. Red and swollen, painful, the pinching feeling Eijirou feels inside.

Eijirou couldn’t stand Rappa; he’s not unbreakable. But all it took, all he needed, was a moment.

Maybe that’s what it’s about. A single moment.

“Okay,” Midoriya agrees. “Maybe tomorrow.”

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Eternal Love

Paul x Reader: Eternal Love.

Part 1: Eternal Love

Part 2: Everlasting Love

Part 3: Endless Love

Part 4: Enduring Love

***

Darkness. All I see is darkness…I’m calm yet scared. I don’t understand what’s going on. I am in the forest in La Push, walking aimlessly. Not heading anywhere. I want to go home but I also like it here. I feel…at peace. I look over and I see a never-ending path of trees. What makes it eerie is that there’s no animals, no background noise, even when I get close enough to the dirt, no worms, ants, spiders, anything. I feel like I’ve been stuck here for almost an hour or so. And after some time, I realize something…where’s my dog?

“Snout! Snout! Where are you?” I yell and start looking around. I hear a bark in the distance and run towards it.

“Snout! Baby, come here!” I hear more barking and I run towards that direction. Something seems familiar about this. I just can’t figure out what it was.

Paul’s POV

Five days. That’s how long it’s been since the good doctor Cullen has told me that the love of my life, the only reason I even exist, the one who would calm me yet irritate me out of love, The One; gone. At least, not completely. She’s in a vegetable state—can’t move willingly, can’t hear, smell, taste anything. Hooked up to a machine that is keeping her on this earth. I haven’t moved from this spot by her bed unless I have to shower and eat (demands by Emily).

As I sit here, looking at my beautiful Y/n, bruises along her left side of her body, a cast that covers her arm, hip, and legs, bandages wrapped around her head, I can’t help but cry nonexistent tears. I have cried all of what I had left over the past few days. I can remember everything that happened so clearly. Regret consumed me, so much so, that Dr. Cullen was gracious enough to fix the damages in the bathroom attached to her room when I smashed my fist into the mirror, and he got her, her suite in the hospital.

I fucked up. Everyone tried to make me feel better, but deep down, we all know what I did was what put her in this situation. Which is why I begged, no pleaded, even bargained with the Good Doctor to change her. He wanted to help, but because of the treaty….

“…I cannot Paul. The treaty states…”

“Fuck the treaty! She’s the love of my life! I can’t lose her! I may have fucked up and caused this, but I can’t let her go! Please!” I pleaded outside of his home. His wife, Esme, came next to me and hugged me as I fell to the ground. I didn’t care if she was eerie rock solid or cold as ice, I just needed my Y/n/n back.

As I am looking at her currently, caressing her little finger that is hanging outside her cast, I think back to how we met.

At the Beach: September 2nd, 2018;

There was a birthday party at the beach and, like what anyone would expect from us, the guys and I crashed it. It seemed boring until we, I, showed up. The host was too tipsy to give a crap and was just happy to see more people. I was flirting, per usual, with some lovely girls when the host calls out a name. And what made me respond was the voice and fragrance that came with it.

“What hoe!” a laugh followed afterward. The wind blew a sweet fragrance, pomegranate mango with an orange-like citrus smell to it. I turned my head at the right time to see Y/n. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked towards who I found out later to be Angela—one of Bella’s old friends. She went up to hug her and Y/n looked around. That’s where our eyes came in contact. Everything else around me disappeared and I didn’t care for anyone or anything around me. I slowly made my way up to her and she just smiles as I do so.

“Hello, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here. I’m Paul, what’s your name?” I smile, not one of my flirty smiles, a genuine smile. It’s weird, I never wanted to imprint EVER in my life, but over time, it didn’t seem too bad. And now, I’m not complaining.

“Hmm, you seem dangerous.” A cheeky smile is placed on her face, she looks me up and down and turns her body towards me.

“I’m Y/n, but people call me Y/n/n.” I smile and shake her hand. Both of our eyes widen at the electricity flow, the magnetic force pulling us to one another, and this cloud 9 effect that is taking over. I look down at her and smile.

“Hmm, you seem like you’re about to ruin my life,” I said jokingly. She smiles and laughs.

“I guess we’re a match huh?”

“I guess we are. So, tell me about yourself.” And from then on, we were together.

But it seems like life wanted to make a full circle.

Current Day: August 30th, 2020

“Paul, the council is still debating. I know this is hard, but please, at least for Emily, go home and get some rest.” Sam said. Normally, I’d take alphas orders, but this time, I can’t. I shake my head and head towards the bathroom. I brush past him and Jake and just stand there behind the door. I look at myself in the mirror and can see emotional and physical damage.

I’ve lost weight, I have deep dark circles around my eyes, my eyes itself is bloodshot red. My skin is sickly pale, not it’s normal “golden glow honey brown sugar” skin that my little raven called it. I laugh at that memory. She was whimsical, mysterious, and protective like a raven. Her secret personality was as big as one too. She called you in naturally by her beauty—inner and outer beauty.

At Paul’s house: November 2018

We were laying on the couch relaxing before I had to go on patrol. She was reading a book with her legs planted in my lap, I was deep engrossed to the video game I was playing when suddenly, I feel a pair of eyes on me.

“Make a video to remember this moment then replay it when you miss me.” I smile and look over at her. All I could see is her big y/e/c eyes staring back at me. One eyebrow raised and her book was covering the bottom half of her face.

“You know,” she says sitting up, putting down the book, “it’s not fair how clear and bright your skin is. You have this…this golden glow…with, like, honey brown sugar swirled in it. You suck.” She says pouting. I pause the game, lean over to her, and place most of my weight on her while kissing her neck. She squeals underneath me and starts laughing. I smile and kiss her softly while poking my nose into her cheek.

“I love every bit of you, my love. You may see flaws, but with my heightened eyesight, I can see little freckles kissed all along your face. Matter of fact, let me show you where.” Then I proceeded to kiss all over her face. She laughs uncontrollably.

“But you don’t have the curse of hyperpigmentation! You see freckles, I see never-ending scars.” I hate it when she gets like this. It hurts me, to see the love of my life feel as if she has to be something different to even be next to me.

“Baby, stop,” I said calmly, I learned quickly that I would have to control my tone around her. She can read me like a book and because her emotions can get the best of her, yelling could end in two ways. One, she’ll fight back—she’s all bark and bites—so no one messes with her for a while when she’s at that point. Or two, she starts tearing up and holds back tears. Not for manipulation reasons that most girls do, but for the fact that she intakes certain emotions and she has no control over hers.

“I know you may feel that way, and you have to remember, I did too. You know, I was human like you before my wolfy sense’s kicked in.” I smile as she smiles back. “Just know my love, I don’t see anything wrong with you. I could never.” I place my forehead on hers. “I love you too much to worry about things like that.” I kiss her. She looks at me and says,

“So, if you didn’t love me, you’d notice it?” I look at her with a blank face, roll my eyes, and just roll off the couch. I can feel her watching me.

“Well…”

“You know, you’re a little shit, right?” I say with my hands covering my face. She lays on top of me and says,

“But you love me, remember.”

“Oh my god…” I just squeeze her to me and laugh along with her.

Current Day: August 30th, 2020

I step back out into the room where Dr. Cullen and Sam are waiting for me. I stop and look at them.

“The council decided…” Sam said, I looked up with hopeful eyes…

“They will agree to it, if…” Carlisle started.

“If what?” I say, taking a step forward.

“If she leaves until she can handle being around humans. And…” Sam began,

“She can’t go back to La Push,” Carlisle said. I replayed what they said…. she can change but can’t come back until she’s able to be around humans, but she can’t come back to La Push. I nod my head.

“How long does it usually take for your kind to get better at being around humans?” I ask quietly. Carlisle looked at Sam with guilt and answered.

“It depends on the person's restraint. Within their first year, their blood still runs in their body, so blood lust, especially from humans, is out of control. After a year, it gets better. Although, with our diet, it’s harder but not impossible.”

“But how long in total?” I asked anxiously. He looked at me with genuine sad eyes.

“Up to three years or so.” He said with sorrow in my eyes. For once in the few days I’ve been here, a new emotion that I haven’t touched came out. Rage.

“Three years! I can’t go that long without her! I’m coming with you.” I said to Carlisle. Sam looked at him for an answer. This is the first time I’ve seen him rely on his answers on another person’s answer.

“You can, but there’s no guarantee of anything. Her body may or may not accept the venom. She may or may not remember you. She may have anger towards you about what happened if she remembers what happens. Anything could happen Paul. Is it worth the risk?” without hesitation, I answered.

“Yes.” Sam nodded his head and gave me the okay. Even if he wouldn’t have, I still would have followed them. He knows just as much as anyone that separating imprints from one another is a death sentence.

“We leave tonight. Edward and I will take her to Alaska with some friends of ours. I will administrate the change there. Because you are in no condition to shift, we plan on flying. Medical services will meet us there with her. We have paperwork stating that they are her closes family since she doesn’t have one.” I nodded my head and took a deep breath.

“Thank you. I know this is a reach, but can I ask for one favor.”

“Of course.”

“Can you freeze her eggs.” They looked at me confused and with shock. So, I explained,

“We’ve always talked about having children. She’s always wanted children of her own and to adopt some. I know she wouldn’t care too much about it, but I also know that would make her happy.” I begged the doctor. He sighed and nodded.

“it shouldn’t be a problem, since she’s already under my friends name as family, Eleazar would be okay with it.” I nod my head and look back at my angel.

“Emily, Kim, and Clair will be up here in a few. Go home and rest for tonight Paul. I promise, she’ll be okay. If she’s going to have the procedure, you need to be ready for when it’s over and to head out.” I didn’t argue this time. I walked over to her and kiss her head.

“Don’t leave me, my love. I’ll be here waiting for you. Always.”

My Love (for the series)

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Kitten Conundrum

Alex paced back and forth across her dining room and kitchen area. Maggie was nearly an hour late coming home for their regular date night, and the last she had heard from her she was on her way with her partner to investigate a suspect. That was four hours ago. They’d changed their night to a casual one, but she was still really late. The last time Maggie was this late…

Cutting off Alex’s spiraling thoughts, the door to their apartment opened and a disheveled, flustered Maggie stumbled through. She dropped her duffle unceremoniously in the entryway and swung the door shut with a thud.

“Babe, are you okay?” Alex asked, stepping toward her fiancée.

Hih.. Hih’GNXT’shu! *Snnff* Was the itchy, breathy response Maggie gave her.

“Bless you,” Alex said on instinct. 

“Thanks,” Maggie said furiously rubbing at her nose.

When she looked up, Alex gasped in concern, “Oh, babe. What happened?”

The light dusting of makeup Maggie usually put on in the morning was long since rubbed off. Her tanned cheeks were flushed, her nose a deepening shade of red. Her eyes were a light shade of pink. She had brought up both hands now, rubbing at the offending appendage. Alex’s beautiful fiancée was in the throes of one of her allergy attacks. 

Keeping one hand firmly against her nose, Maggie mumbled congestedly, “suspect ran--” *Snnff* “--nd broke into the humane society animal rescue to hihh--hide.”

“Yikes. Here, let’s get you--” Alex stopped talking when Maggie shook her head and stepped back.

Her head tipped back, eyebrows and eyes scrunched, and her lips parted open hitching. Hiih.. Heeeh, hih...  In one motion, she bent over bracing her hands on her knees.

Hii -- haPNCHhoo… hatCHIEWw… After two desperate sneezes, Maggie put a hand over her nose and pinched it shut. hNXxxcht… One last one escaped.

Alex came over and rubbed her back. Maggie sniffled heavily, not moving her hand away.

“Bless you… Babe, you know it’s not good to stifle like that,” Alex said with concern.

“I know, but if I don’t, I won’t stop sneezing.” Maggie was insanely congested at this point and was nearly impossible for anyone to understand her… Except Alex.

Alex guided her over to the couch and sat her down. Next, she went and grabbed the box of tissues that sit on Maggie’s side of the bed. 

“Here, blow,” Alex said, handing some over to her.

Maggie, to her credit, did try to blow her nose. But it just didn’t work.

“‘m too congested,” Maggie sighed stuffily.

“It sounds like you need a shower -- wash all that dander and fur off of you. It’ll loosen up your congestion too.”

The only response Alex received was a brief nod. Maggie was too consumed rubbing her nose and her streaming eyes. She still would not remove her hand from holding her nose shut.

“I’ll go start the shower.”

** Four hours earlier at the NCPD precinct **

Maggie was typing furiously on her computer, her phone sandwiched between her right ear and her shoulder. 

-- “We should be wrapping up in the next thirty minutes and then I’ll be home,” Maggie said to her fiancée.

-- “Sounds good, babe. Just be safe. I just got home. I’m going to shower and get ready.”

“Sawyer!” Her partner, Detective Romero, shouted her name and jogged up to her desk. “We’ve got a lead on our suspect. You good to go?”

Maggie sighed. Alex must’ve heard him over the phone.

-- “Don’t worry about fancy date night babe. I could use a night-in anyway. We can postpone until we both are off this weekend.”

-- “If you’re sure?” Maggie asked. She hated having to push their date nights off. They always tried to keep Thursday nights as their standing date for just them. With two busy careers in the NCPD and DEO, they hardly had time to sit-down together.

-- “I’m sure, babe. Just be safe, okay? See you in a few hours?”

-- “Always, Danvers… I gotta run, but I’ll see you at home. Love you.”

-- “Love you too, Mags.”

Maggie hung up her phone and grabbed her keys and oversized police jacket. 

“Where are we headed Romero?”

“About 30 minutes East to Peach Street. Suspect was last spotted hanging in one of the alley-ways.”

… … … … … … … … … … 

“NCPD, LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!” Maggie yelled when their suspect was within sight. He was standing over a burn-barrel warming his hands. He was wanted for several burglary charges including an attempted armed bank robbery earlier that day.

The suspect’s head popped up, eyes wide. Naturally, he bolted out the other end at full speed. 

“Shit, we’ve got a runner.” Maggie holstered her weapon and took off after him, Romero on her heels but slightly slower. 

Breathing hard, Maggie’s adrenaline kicked in. She found herself gaining on the suspect.

They were coming up to a dead end with a chain-linked fence ahead of them. The suspect was nimble enough to throw himself up and over.

Maggie hoped Romero was able to find a way to cut him off because she was growing annoyed with this chase. She huffed and groaned but went up and over the fence behind him. Her landing, however, was less than graceful. She landed with a grunt and twisted her left ankle. 

“Great,” she muttered to herself and kept running.

By the time she caught up, the suspect had broken a window into the nearby building and crawled inside.

Maggie made eye contact with Romero as he arrived. He went around back and she followed the suspect through the window.

She dropped into what looked like a storage room, the door leading into the rest of the building was still swinging from the suspect running. She took off in the direction the door led and heard the sound of cage doors rattling from the next hallway over.

Maggie rounded the corner in time to catch a glimpse of the suspect noisily tripping over a garbage can in his path. He yelled in pain, and continued to drag himself out towards the door. What grabbed her attention though, was the several swinging cage doors.

“Oh no,” Maggie murmured, eyes opening wide. In front of her were about a dozen cats out either chasing each other or waltzing around in the middle of her path to the suspect. Maggie hadn’t been paying attention to the building but it became quickly apparent that they ended up in the local animal shelter. 

Maggie held her breath. As quickly as she could, she sped through the clowder of cats and out the back door. She heard her partner yell at the suspect to stop.

When Maggie got around the corner, the suspect was heavily favoring his left foot and had reached back to pull something out of his back pocket. She dove at him, bringing him down and kicked away the gun. Romero ran over and helped subdue the suspect. He got his handcuffs on him, and then decided to also use Maggie’s to keep him seated and chained to the fence while they waited for their backup to show up.

“You read him his rights,” Maggie said as she pulled out her phone. “I’m gonna see if I can get a hold of the owner of this place. He opened the cages of at least 12 cats.” 

… … … … … … … … … …  

With backup on the way, Maggie went ahead and called for medics for the suspect, who was moaning and groaning about his leg. Maggie could feel her own ankle swelling against her shoe and had half a thought to maybe get it checked when the paramedics showed up.

Maggie braced herself and entered the animal shelter again. Almost immediately she was greeted by no less than five cats, all of which seemed convinced she had food or catnip.

“I’m going to regret this,” she said as she took another step into the main caged area for cats. At the very least, she was thankful their suspect hadn’t also released dogs or they would have an even bigger mess to deal with.

She had connected with the owner of National City’s Humane Society/Animal Rescue on the first try. At the pleading of the owner, Maggie agreed to get whatever cats she could and put them into the individual cages. They’d sort out the right order later, but the woman did not want the cats wandering about for the 30 minutes it was going to take her to arrive. 

When Maggie asked Romero if he would do it while she babysat their suspect, he begrudgingly admitted that he was scared of cats. Something about an evil childhood pet and his ex-wife, Maggie hadn’t really paid close attention. But he was definitely doing all of the paperwork to make up for it.

The five closest cats were simultaneously rubbing at her ankles already. Maggie bent down and picked one up. She held the purring cat close to her. 

“You’re kinda cute,” she said as she placed it in the nearest cage. Maggie shut the door and latched it.

She brushed her hands together to rid the excess fur from her skin. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” she mumbled to herself. That sentiment was reversed not ten seconds later though, when she bent at the waist with a forceful, desperate sneeze. 

HuhESShheWw!…

“Ugh,” she groaned and sniffled. Maggie wiggled her nose a few times and swiped at it with the back of her wrist. 

“New reaction record… Two minutes.”

She picked up the next cat and put it in the adjacent cage. The process repeated itself with a little more force. She barely had time to bring her arm up.

hUHEsshh-eksshh… hiih uhhh... hihGNXKshew… 

Maggie sniffled before stifling a near silent h--ngt into her elbow. She hoped the owner arrived a lot sooner than in 30 minutes.

** HOME **

Alex took care of Maggie’s dander and fur-ridden clothes and immediately took them down to start the laundry. To give her fiancée some extra time, Alex took the stairs. By the time she entered their apartment again and located the Benadryl stash, the shower had been shut off.

She could hear Maggie blowing her nose and the lid of the trash can shut. A moment later, she exited the bathroom looking a little more relaxed.

Maggie was in a pair of her pajama shorts and one of Alex’s larger t-shirts. As she made her way across the room, Alex noticed a distinct limp.

“Babe, what happened?” She asked and came over to help her.

“Sprained it jumping over a fence. Paramedics wrapped it, but I had to take it off to shower. Can you wrap it again for me, please?” She scrubbed at her eyes and sighed.

“Of course I can. I’m sorry your night went this way.” Alex said sympathetically. She rubbed Maggie’s back and went to move away to grab the ace wrap, but Maggie held on.

Alex fully embraced her into a hug and they stood there for a moment. Maggie wasn’t big on hugs but when work got particularly hard or she wasn’t feeling well, she could become just as clingy as the Danvers sisters.

Alex heard Maggie sniffle and the hitch that followed, but she didn’t let go. Maggie turned into Alex’s hoodie covered shoulder and stifled two sneezes against her. Huh--nxt… nxgt… She sniffled heavily. Alex rubbed soothing strokes up Maggie’s back.

“It’s okay, Mags. You can let them out.”

Maggie knew she needed the relief and was too tired to fight the allergic reaction anymore.

Alex felt her tense before she gave into the fit.

Hih! hiitCHIEWw.. Hih huh HihESShheWw!��� hUHEsshheW--eksshhew… *snff* *snff*

“Bless--”

Hiih--hihUHEssshoO!... Hih’GNXT’shu… *snff*

“Done?”

HuhESHheww! *snf*

Maggie pulled back, fanning at her face before pinching her nose shut and stifling another couple sneezes. 

Hih.. Hih’NNXT’chu!... hNXxxcht.

She sniffled hesitantly before rubbing her nose roughly. 

“Bless you!” Alex said, concerned. She grabbed the box of tissues and handed a few to Maggie.

“Thandk you,” she said taking them and blowing her nose.

“I got Benadryl out in case the shower didn’t help. Do you want me to get you one and some water?”

“Ndo,” Maggie said and sniffled again, the congestion starting to clear somewhat. “The paramedics gave me a shot. This is actually a lot better than it was. I thought I was going to have to call you to pick me up. They said if the reaction hasn’t tapered out by ten then I should dose up on more Benadryl.”

“Okay,” Alex leaned in and gave Maggie a kiss on her cheek. 

She helped Maggie to the sofa. Alex made short work of gently wrapping Maggie’s ankle and propping it up on extra pillows. Maggie had turned on a random movie while Alex put ice on her ankle and joined her on the sofa. She laid back into Alex’s waiting arms. They were both snuggled under the large blanket they kept on the sofa.

Just as Maggie got totally comfortable, she found herself burying her nose into the blanket. 

Hih -- HhmMPShu… huhesshew!

“Bless you, Mags.”

Maggie took the offered tissues and blew her nose softly.

“Thanks,” she sighed and yawned. 

Maggie turned in Alex’s arms so she could snuggle into her chest. The exhaustion of the evening was finally catching up to her.

Alex felt Maggie relax in her arms. She was sure Maggie’s captain had already given her tomorrow off. Alex would call off in the morning, too, so she could spend the day with her. They could start their weekend a little early.

Maggie’s soft, congested snores slowly lulled Alex to sleep as well, movie now forgotten.

[limenalspaces]

Whumptober 2020 No.5

On The Run/Failed Escape/Rescue CW: Nonconsensual touching, impalement(?)/gore, torture, violence, implied amputation.  

All he knew was that every part of him hurt. Arms, legs, the brand- all of the burns. His eyes... Nearly naked save for the cloak the man had given him, Jason clung tight to it and held it to his body. The man hadn’t even given him a name yet, but Jason was sure he worked for his father. One of the rangers that scouted the wilds and patrolled their borders. He smelled like one, cloak saturated with the scents of fresh earth and pine. Branches whipped past them and smacked flesh, leaving it red and raw, irritated. They both would rather the sting of poison ivy than the hands and wrath of the men shouting after them in their wake. “You’re going to have to run.” The gruff, breathless voice of his ‘hero’ panted. Jason’s response was a jagged, pitiful croak. A protest. How could he expect him to run? he’d been stuck to a table for days, chained, wounded horribly- he could barely see, and one of his arms....He only had one hand, now. Even if he could run, he certainly couldn’t fight. He swore he felt the man swallow.  “...to hide, then,” He rasped. “I can’t outrun them.” They’d made quick work of his horse. That’d been one of the first things he made sure Jason knew. Arrows had made the poor thing useless, scoring holes through the bones nd ligaments of delicate legs. “I can’t,” Jason croaked back at him in a whimper. “You’re going to have to.” They’d been on the run for two days. His sight was barely beginning to return, and the wounds he bore were all still fresh. How they’d managed to go undetected even for that long was a feat, but it was over now. The baying of hunting hounds carried with the shouts and thundering of hooves through the woods behind them. Jason shouted and clutched tight to the man when he felt him stumble, scratchy foliage dragging against them both. Sunlight diffused under thicker branches. “I’m- it’s a ravine,” He told him quietly. “I’m going to try my best. Don’t move. Please, don’t....” Jason had nothing to say. He curled up in the fetal position and felt that cloak drape over him, then heard the rustle of branches. He was tossing a few over the boy’s prone frame. Blinded, even Jason knew it wouldn’t be enough. His savior did, too. The man hissed expletives and prayers one after the other, the sound of unsheathing metal ringing in their ears. Then the fading of heavy bootsteps. Jason trembled. The dogs and horses. The bandits. Everything sounded closer, closer, and closer, until he was sure they were on top of him. Then came the shout of his savior. Then clangs, metallic and loud. More shouting. Fighting in the clearing while Jason prayed, too. And then someone’s fist wrapped around one of the hiding boy’s antlers, a victorious laugh in his ears as he was hoisted into the air, trying to balance on the toes of one foot and struggle at the same time. The sounds of the fighting off just a small distance still carried on, but it faded as everything else happened up close. The man that had a glove around an antler put his other hand around the front of his throat, Jason’s back to a chest that stank like blood. He thrashed, teeth grit and bared, and he tossed his head- someone grabbed his kicking legs, but it didn’t stop one of his antlers from sinking into the hot squish of an eye socket. The man holding onto his head shouted and stumbled back empty-handed, leaving Jason to land hard on his back with his ankles in some other bandit’s grasp. Blood ran down the bone of an antler and down his hair, down his forehead. It seeped into already-blinded eyes.  He screamed for them to let go, to get off, but there was no way he could do more than push himself up onto one of his elbows, being dragged through the dirt by his legs.  “He won’t get to try that again,” Came the same voice that’d found him, the same voice that’d shouted when he’d lost an eye moments ago. He sounded labored, pained-- but so, so angry. That dangerous, quiet fury that made many a man capable of anything. Jason wanted to vomit. He started to scream and thrash again when he found out what he’d planned on doing, something rough and sharp bit into the root of the offending antler, digging into his scalp. The sawing motions rattled his brain, and more blood, this time his own, ran down his face as he screeched.  The weight of that one antler was lost as the bone landed on the forest floor, Jason a sobbing mess that choked and hiccupped on his own tears. He couldn’t even hear the fighting of the man that’d found him. They would take him back to camp, surely, hand him right back to Tarsun or execute him in the middle of their stronghold. Send his head back to his father. Misery and pain swallowed him up, so much so that it caught him by surprise when the sound of a blade cut through the air and through the midsection of the man at his legs. The one that’d just made the young faun an antler lighter dropped his hold on his head, leaving him in bloody dirt and mud. His reaction time wasn’t enough to save him. Jason heard the blade sink into meat, heard the angry, startled gurgle of a man that didn’t get a chance to properly defend himself. Jason didn’t know what was happening. He just knew he was dropped- again, bleeding- again, and that the woods had gone silent. Turning his head up at who’d killed his attackers, and hoping it was the man from before, the voice that answered his silent, desperate questions left him at least some degree soothed.  “Aye, I’m...” Not okay. Not fine. “Alive,” The man answered, but he didn’t sound well.

@havebruises

[moonscarsandstars]

when was the moment Remus fell in love with Sirius? (prompt!!! your writing is wonderful)

Sorry this was late! But asdjk, thank you so much!! Thank you so much for the prompt- i really loved writing this!

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“Moony? Where are you?”

“’M here,” mumbled Remus from under the covers.

Light shone in from the crack of curtains of the four-poster bed, as Sirius climbed in with a bowl of mushroom soup. He took out his wand and levitated it, before wrapping his arms around Remus. Injuries from yesterday’s moon ached.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here,” muttered Remus with a small kiss on his nose. “Your nose is cold.”

“I’m sorry, your highness,” chuckled Sirius, hugging him tighter, and letting his hand travel over to Remus’s stomach. 

“Your hands are cold too, Pads.”

“D’you not want them?”

“I want all of you,” said Remus with a passionate kiss, letting his fingers travel through Sirius’s messy hair. “Even your cold hands ‘nd nose.”

Sirius chuckled, and gave that endearing smile again, the one that filled Remus with a special kind of warmth. Remus closed his eyes and burrowed his head in the crook of Sirius’s shoulders. Sirius just pulled him tighter.

“How’s the ankle?”

“‘t’s okay. Still fucking aches.”

“I’m sorry, love. At least you get to spend more time with me.”

“Hate the moon,” muttered Remus tiredly.

“I hate it too.”

After a few seconds of embrace, Sirius pulled apart.

“As much as I love this- and trust me, I do- you’ll have to wake up sometime this year.”

“Tomorrow,” mumbled Remus, voice muffled by Sirius’s neck.

A small kiss was placed on Remus’s forehead, and he felt a large, furry dog take up Sirius’s position. Padfoot licked Remus’s cheek, and nuzzled his head into a sleepy Remus.

“Stupid dog,” muttered Remus, rubbing his eyes. 

Staring blankly til his eyes adjusted to the light, Remus slowly climbed out of bed with a large yawn, almost knocking over the bowl of soup still suspended in the air. He felt the sinking feeling of having to face people today in his stomach.

Padfoot nudged him with his nose, whining softly as Remus reluctantly peeled himself off the bed. His furry body was practically stuck to Remus’s feet, tickling his skin as he walked over to the bathroom.

“No, you can’t join me.”

The dog whined.

“No, not even as a dog.”

He barked grumpily, before jumping up onto Remus’s bed and shook his coat messily, allowing fur to fall all over the sheets.

Remus smiled, before slamming the door.

~~~

It felt like all eyes were on him. Mainly because all eyes in the great hall were, in fact, on him. Remus unconsciously trailed a finger over the large bandage over the bridge of his nose.

His fingers flipped the page, and he skimmed over the text, unable to distract himself from the glaring stares of even Lily, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

Sirius seemed to sense his discomfort, squeezing his hand under the table, and moving just a little closer, so he could feel Sirius’s cold arms against his thick jumpers that fell just over his wrists.

“D’you want to get out of here?”

Sirius gave him a small smile, different from his signature, mischievous smirk that had the girls swooning over him. It made Remus’s heart flutter, like he was in third year again.

“Please,” sighed Remus.

“Follow me,” he said. There was that smirk.

Remus put his book down, and pulled himself off the seat, ignoring the suggestive grin James had on his face. Allowing himself to be pulled away by Sirius’s hand, he slowly limped out of the great hall, feeling eyes drop gaze on him as he did.

“Where’re we going?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin, still holding tightly to Remus’s hand.

Unfortunately for Remus, this special place was high up, and the stairs weren’t giving any regard for his sprained leg. They seemed to always lead to the wrong side, and Remus was completely sure it was on purpose.

Sirius gave him an apologetic look, before leading him to a blank wall.

A blank fucking wall.

“What the everlovi-”

“Shh,” said Sirius, putting his finger on Remus’s lips. “Watch this.”

Just as Remus was about to snap at Sirius, the wall started slowly shifting, as bolts and wooden planks rose from the plain stone forming a... door?

Yes, it was a door, a large one that stretched higher than the others. Covered with shackles, it slowly opened, revealing a large, comfortable quarter. A large, warm red sofa-bed was on one side, with a fireplace crackling softly on the other. A piano resided in a corner of the, lifting Remus’s heart.

“You like the piano?” Asked Sirius, a little confused.

“Love it with all my heart.”

“I-” Sirius hesitated. “I learnt a little, when I was younger. D’you-” he faced Remus’s excited glance. “Would you-”

“I’d love to,” said Remus, closing the distance between them and giving him a passionate kiss.

“Well,” said Sirius, breaking apart. “It’s all ours.”

Remus immediately made his way to the sofa, sprawling all over it, and lifting his sore leg up on a pillow that’d appeared at the foot. 

“What is this place, and how haven’t we found it before?”

Sirius sat down in front of him, stretching his legs out and cuddling Remus.

“I think it’s called the Room of Requirement. Augie-”

“The house elf that likes you?”

“Yeah, that one. He told me about it, and showed me what it can do. Apparently it fits the room with what the person desires.”

“That- that’s amazing. It-” Remus looked around the warm room. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

Sirius moved just a little closer to Remus, who felt his heart rise a little. There was a feeling bubbling in his chest- one he couldn’t describe. It was content, but yet, so much more than that.

“You like he piano, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh gods, yes.”

Sirius licked his lip hesitantly- something almost never showcased on his face- before getting up, and sitting on the small stool in front of the piano.

As his fingers sank into the keys, Remus was lost in a whirl of a beautiful form of magic, one that whisked him off his feet, and high up through the clouds. Music went from high to low, as sequins seemed to be dancing in the light.

Love- Remus recognised the emotion now. It was love.

And for once, he wasn’t scared to face it. Rather, he wanted to, as he travelled over to Sirius’s seat, and indulging him in a sensual kiss that led to so much more.

[redgillan]

I’ve got you under my Skin - 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader ♀️

Summary: Modern!AU  We’ve been sleeping together on and off for almost a year and I know it’s angry hate sex but I got you a little gift because it reminded me of you.

Word Count:1,892

Warnings: Everyone’s c r y i n g

A/N: The gift has finally arrived! I lured you with the sex but now you’re stuck with the feels lol Anyway I hope you enjoy this part. Please consider leaving feedback if you like this!

It was Friday night and Natasha had invited some of her friends and colleagues over for dinner. The party in itself was boring. 

At work, Natasha had a reputation for being mysterious and she was adamant about keeping this bossy persona even though you all knew she was a huge dork. Her colleagues were terrified of her, and Bucky had to admit, it was pretty funny.

Bucky entered the kitchen and paused when he saw you. You were standing at the kitchen table with an assortment of washed vegetables in front of you. You were busy chopping vegetables into little sticks.

Things had been awkward between you after that night you spent babysitting Steve’s kid. If he closed his eyes, he could still feel your fingers on his cheek, your body pressed close to his.

You only had sex once after that night. It happened at his apartment after you had had a difficult day at work. He had taken you up against the door, no words had been exchanged at all. It had left him feeling dirty. Empty.

He wanted more than meaningless hate-sex, but he wasn’t sure what he wanted exactly. And, most importantly, he wasn’t sure what you wanted.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Nat put you to work?”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently I’m not allowed to tell her colleagues she adopted a stray dog because it would-” still holding the knife, you raised your fingers to make exaggerated air quotes “-blow her cover.”

“Yeah, she’s clearly enjoyin herself,” he said, stepping closer to you. “Y’know, m’pretty sure that’s some kind of kinky roleplayin shit. Sam’s been called her ‘ma’am’ all night.”

“Nutjobs,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Bucky said, not quite touching you, but close enough that you could feel his body heat. “His crazy matches her crazy. It’s romantic in a sort of twisted way.”

The shy smile you gave him made his heart stutter. He tried not to dwell on it. Instead, he took a knife and helped you cut the carrots into little sticks.

He didn’t say a word, but the silence between you was comfortable. It was probably the first time you felt comfortable in each other’s presence.

Once you were done, Bucky playfully bumped his hip against yours. It caught your attention so you put the knife on the table and turned to him.

“I have somethin for you,” he said with a nervous grin.

“For me?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

Bucky reached a trembling hand into his bomber jacket pocket for the box he had decided, at the last minute, to take with him. Your eyes widened when he handed you a little white box with a baby pink ribbon tied around it.

“It’s heavier than it looks,” you commented with a laugh. “What is it?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I hate when people ask that. Open it ‘nd find out.”

“Okay, relax,” you laughed, pinching the end of the ribbon, untying it. “I’m opening it.”

Inside was a silver snow globe with miniature representations of the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the Flatiron Building and the Chrysler Building. The base was engraved with the New York City skyline.

Bucky was holding his breath, your lack of reaction was making him even more nervous. You just stared at the snow globe, unmoving. The silence was too loud, he had to say something.

“It’s a snow globe,” Bucky explained as if it wasn’t obvious. “My sister’s boyfriend never visited New York so we took him to all the tourist spots. I saw your collection of snow globes on your dresser the other day and I noticed you don’t have one from New York and it’s dumb ‘cause we live in New York,” he paused, nearly breathless, “so when I saw it in the shop, I thought you might like it but it’s fine if you don-”

“I love it.”

He stopped rambling and briefly wondered if he sounded as creepy as he felt. He had no idea he could talk even half that fast.

“Thank you,” you said, not looking at him.

Your voice was strained, quiet. Bucky tilted his head to the side so he could see you better. You were still staring at the snow globe, your eyes shiny with tears. It threw him off for a second. Why were you crying?

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep his tone light.

He took the snow globe from your hands and placed it on the table. You made a sound of protest, your eyes following his movement. There was panic in your eyes as if you expected him to give it to someone else.

“Let’s just put this aside for now, okay?” He took your hands in his so you had something to hold onto. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong? Whatever you say will stay between us.”

Staring down at your joined hands, you took a deep breath. “I’m fine, it’s okay.”

He freed one of his hands to gently lift your chin up. You allowed him to do that, though you still avoided his piercing blue eyes.

“Did I do somethin wrong?” he asked. “I can see you’re upset and I’m really sorry. I was tryin t’be nice,” he paused, “for once.” A big cheeky grin spread across his face when you snorted.

You took a small step back, putting some distance between you and him. Bucky didn’t mind. He would have done the same thing if the situation were reversed. You needed a moment to collect yourself. He respected that.

“It’s not you,” you finally said. “It’s the... the snow globes. They’re special,” you paused, debating whether to continue. Bucky listened avidly to anything you said. You gave him a long look as if to determine whether you could trust him.

“My best friend gave them to me when we were younger. She was travelling a lot,” you explained. “I wasn’t a big fan of these things. They were kinda useless, only collecting dust on my shelves. But now I’m old enough to admit I was jealous of her,” you said with a little laugh before your face fell. “They’re important because it’s all I have left of her. She’s gone.”

You ended your story with a little shrug, but Bucky saw right through your brave façade. You pressed your lips together and stayed quiet for a few long, painful seconds. He didn’t dare move.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. He stared at you, not knowing what to do. He’d never seen you look so vulnerable, and yet you were still trying hard to keep your composure.

Your chin started quivering and a fat tear rolled down your cheek. His protective instincts stirred. Bucky immediately went to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on just as tightly as he held you.

Your tears flowed, soaking the collar of his shirt. They fell in hot tracks down your cheeks; warm and strangely soothing. Your breathing slowed and the tension eased from your muscles.

Bucky held you and rocked you gently, swaying from side to side. His body was warm and solid against yours.

After a moment, you pulled back but Bucky kept you close. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the trail of tears.

“Sorry,” you whispered, sniffing, “I don’t usually lose control like this.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “Feels good to cry sometimes.”

Bucky wiped snot from your nose with his sleeve. He smiled when he heard your tiny groan of embarrassment.

“I never told this story to anyone before,” you said, not quite meeting his eyes.

“It’ll stay between us,” he promised.

“I feel like an idiot.” You laughed lightly, wiping away a few stray tears as they rolled down your cheeks. “Thanks for not laughing at me.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. Yes, you had a complicated relationship but he would never make fun of you for something like this.

“Give me your hand,” he said, extending his palm.

You complied without hesitation and it made his heart do funny things. He folded his hand around your fingers and brought your hand to his chest. He slipped your joined hands under his shirt and guided them to his bare shoulder.

“Do you feel this?” he asked, pressing your fingers over a long, bumpy scar. “Almost lost my arm when I was ten. Some punk ass kids beat the crap outta me. My parents took me to the ER but I never told anyone what had happened. Not even Steve. These kids bullied me for months. It was hell.”

You ran your fingers over the scar again. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know,” he nodded, a smile on his lips.

You frowned at him and reached up to brush a tear from his cheek. “Why are you crying?”

“Dunno.” Bucky shrugged. “I feel like an asshole. Didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

“Same here,” you said with a smile. “Damn, we’re stuck in a loop.”

He let out an airy laugh. “Fuckin vicious circle.”

He reluctantly let go of your hand. You couldn't think of anything to say, and to fill the awkward silence between you, you took the snow globe and gave it a good shake. You watched with a smile as the snow swirled around the miniature monuments.  

“I’m gonna go home.” You pressed the snow globe against your chest, hoping he’d understand you were incredibly grateful for it. “Thank you, Bucky. I love it.” You took a step closer and kissed his cheek, lingering a little longer than necessary.

Bucky stood frozen, feeling like someone had turned the heat up in his chest. He was seeing you in a different light. You had allowed him to see you at your most vulnerable, giving him a part of yourself you always kept hidden deep inside. You trusted him.

In return, he opened up to you, trusting you completely.

You were walking out of the room when he shook himself out of his self-induced trance. “Wait!” He turned around to face you. He didn’t want to let you go.

Let me drive you home. I think I ruined a good opportunity to show you I care for you. I don’t like seein you cry. It fuckin kills me.

That’s what he tried to say, but no sound came out of his mouth. You were frowning at him, concern etched on your face.

“I know,” he spoke, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I know you and I have a... complicated friendship but I,” he paused, his stomach was in knots, “-please text me when you get home, all right?”

A smile spread across your face. “You worried about me?”

“What if I am?” he questioned back defensively.

Your smirk softened into a real smile. “I’ll text you.”

You waved goodbye and left, your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor as you made your way back to the living room.

Alone in the kitchen, Bucky slumped down in a chair. He felt a burst of heat coil low in his stomach. He sighed, running a hand down his face. Yeah, he had it bad, and now he had to do something about it or he’d lose his goddamn mind.

[thecozywhaleshark]

Something Stupid

A/n: I’M SOFT FOR KIM TAEHYUNG OKAY AND IT’S TAE TUESDAY

Word Count: 1358

Summary: You find a stray kitten and bring it home...

You had been on your way home from work when you heard something rustling on the ground next to you at the bus stop. Looking around, you saw a kitten, barely seen in the dark, pitifully limping its way towards you, it’s black fur blending into the shadows around it. It had come straight up to you and curled up around your leg as you sat, and your heart had gone out to the poor thing. Before you could think, you had picked it up and stuffed it’s shivering form into your coat, smuggled it on the bus, and brought it home. Now you were wondering if you had done the right thing.  

“Omg jagi, it’s so cute!” gushed your boyfriend, leaning over your coat. The small black head of the kitten just peaked out of the v of your zip, and Tae was bent over, nose to nose with it.

“Tae, let me take off my coat okay? Can you grab a towel and hold him?”

He nodded and raced to the closet, coming back with one. You carefully removed the now warmed kitten from your coat and Tae carefully wrapped him up, cradling him like a baby.

“Hi buddy, who are you?” cooed Tae, snuggling it closer. “You’re super cute. Don’t worry baby, you’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

You melted at your boyfriend's love for the animal and his immediate acceptance. 

You hated what you had to do next. You had to be the bad guy.

“Tae, sweetie, don’t get too attached,” you warned gently. “We should probably take him to a vet and then drop him off at a shelter, where he can be treated for anything he might have and rehomed. Poor thing, we don’t know how long he’s been out on the streets.” 

Tae looked at you with big eyes. “Jagi… we can’t. We just got him. He… he just got safe.”

You touch his arm softly. “I know baby. But we already have Tannie. We live in an apartment. I don’t think we can afford to have another pet right now.”

Tae’s eyes fill with tears and he refuses to look at you, instead rearranging the towel so the kitten is tucked in tighter. “Can… can we at least keep him until he gets better?”

He looks at you, eyes wet. Your resolve crumbles.

“Okay, fine. We will keep him until he gets better.” Tae’s eyes brighten and he gives you that boxy smile you so love.

“But-” you hold up a finger and his smile falls a little. “- we still can’t keep him so here’s what we’ll do. We’ll name him something really stupid, something that we would never name a pet, so we don’t keep him.”

You and Tae both look at the small creature in the towel, curled up and sleeping.

“He looks like one of Tannie’s dog poo bags.” Said Tae, looking over at where Tannie’s leash hung, the small poop bag holder attached to it.

You crinkle your nose. “We can’t call him Poo Bag. That’s just cruel.”

Tae’s full smile returns and he laughs. “Okay. So we need something stupid, not cruel.”

“Exactly.”

You both stared at him a minute more.

“What about… Trashbag? That doesn’t sound as bad.” You ask, looking up at your boyfriend.

He nods, thinking. “Trashbag works.”

“Than it’s settled. Trashbag will stay here until he’s big enough to be adopted elsewhere. Deal?”

He looks down at his precious cargo in his arms. “Deal,” he whispers.

~

Less than a week passes and you realize giving up Trashbag is going to be a lot harder than you expected it was going to be. Once he was fed and warmed up, Trashbag ended up being a spunky little fella who always wanted to play and was constantly head butting and speaking up for pets. You had had to put a bell on his collar because he was always everywhere, all at once, and you needed to keep track of him. When Tae was home, as soon as he heard that little jingle, the biggest smile would light up his face.

Tae had fallen in love.

Whenever you saw him, he was always walking around with him in his arms, feeding him treats, or playing with him on the floor. No matter how many times you reminded him that you both decided you could not keep him, he always seemed to show up at your place with another toy or matching collars for him and Tannie.

The plan of giving Trashbag away went out the window.

You couldn’t break your boyfriend's heart, and you had to admit, you had also fallen in love with the spunky black kitten.

You stopped reminding Tae about the shelter and re-homing, and just let them have their fun. Seeing them together made you smile, and thankfully Tannie and Trashbag got along great… though it had taken some coaxing and patience from Taehyung to convince him. 

Once Tannie and Trashbag (and Tae) became play buddies, you officially had a cat. And one that would only - much to your dismay and the delight of your boyfriend - respond to the name of Trashbag.

~

Six months later you walk into your apartment and see Tae sitting on the floor with something bundled in his arms. He’s busy talking to Tannie and Trashbag who are both sniffing around him.

“Now you guys, you have to be nice. No biting, no swiping, no barking, no hissing, no swatting, no play fighting. She’s too little.”

“Tae, honey… what is that?” you ask, walking over and looking down at him where he sits.

He smiles, eyes big and shining, as he slowly unwraps the blanket in his arms. A small white kitten blinks its sleepy blue eyes at you and lets out the tiniest meow.

“I got her at the shelter today jagi. Isn’t she the cutest? She’s so small. They found her behind a beauty salon, you know the one on 2nd Street?”

You nod. “I know the one.”

He just nods and looks down at the little one and begins to rock her in his arms.

“And I saw her and I couldn’t just leave her there, in the cages with all the big cats. She’s so small jagi.” He looks up at you, pleading.

“Tae, we already have Tannie and Trashbag. We don’t need another pet.” You’re trying to be rational.

He pouts. “But Jagi… I already named her.”

You sigh. “Fine. What’s its name?”

He cuts you off. “Her.”

“Fine, her. What’s her name?”

“Shampoo.”

You stare at him for a second. “… Really?”

He points at Trashbag. “It’s his fault! I felt bad for him. I figured he needed a friend who also had a stupid name, so he can’t be lonely. Right?”

Your heart swells and you reach over to him and cup his face in your hands, leaning down to kiss him.

“Kim Taehyung, you are the cutest person I have ever met.”

He gives you that big boxy smile of his and tugs on your arm to sit on the floor with him and places the new kitten in your lap. Trashbag immediately comes over to investigate closer.

Tae squeals. “Jagi look! He likes her!”

You laugh and pick up the kitten, holding her up to your face.

“She is pretty cute.”

He looks at you all big-eyed and earnest. “So we can keep her?”

You pull the kitten close to your chest and begin to stroke her little head, your heart already melting. “Yeah, we can keep her.”

Taehyung is all smiles as he excitedly takes the kitten from your hands. “Welcome to the family Shampoo,” he whispers against her head, snuggling his cheek against her.

“Tae, baby you’re going to squish her.” You reach out for her.

He scoffs and leans away from you. “No, I’m not. It’s called love jagi.”

You laugh and scooch over, stroking her tiny head while laying your own on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“And we have a lot of that to go around, don’t we?” you smile up at your boyfriend.

He kisses the top of your head. “Always.”

[finn-shelbys-bulldog]

Dangerously Innocent || Sweet Pea || Part One

Y/N POV

“Kevin! Stop it, seriously stop worrying you know I’ll be okay. I am just driving home” I say to my over protective cousin, after he just finished giving me a tour of Riverdale high school. At which I start tomorrow.

“I know you’ll be okay but, if anything is dodgy call me or my dad okay, riverdales been getting a bit dangerous as of late” he says passing me back the keys to my car.

“I’ll be fine. Not only am I just driving straight home but I am also a strained MMA fighter, I can take care of myself.” I say to him

“Okay, if you get stuck anywhere call me yeah?” He says and I nod giving him a hug just before I leave.

As I start to pull out of the schools parking lot, I am hit by the urge of a burger and fries from pops chock’lit shoppe. A little detour will be fine.

I start to drive towards pops when I see a young girl, maybe 8 or 9 being followed by a group of boys, she was walking over the bridge towards the south side, which unlike most northsiders, I really like.

I decide to pull over and I start to walk in the direction the girl went when I see the men now circling her.

“Look at this boys. Seems we’ve caught ya a little snake.” One of the (5?) men says and I start walking towards her a bit faster.

“Sweetie! That’s where you got to! God I’ve been looking for you everywhere” I say as I walk through the men, to the little girl

She gives me a look, that’s looks grateful.

“Can I help you guys?” I say pulling her behind me and then turning to face the men

“Yeah, pretty thing like you!” One if the men says, looking me up and down

“Sweetie head over to my car okay, I’ll be there in a minute” I say passsing her the car keys to my Audi R8, whilst giving her a nudge towards it. She looks up and I smile to her, with a nod letting her know it was okay.

I watch as she picks up her shcool bag and walks over to my car, getting in and pulling a phone out. Maybe she’s gonna call someone.

“I suggest you all leave, and if I see you ever again I promise, you won’t like it” I say to the men and they all laugh

“Ohh come on baby” the leader says, brushing his hand against me, I grab that arm and twist it, pushing him on the floor nd punching him straight in the nose, and by the sound of it, breaking it.

“Get her!” He says as he Robles over

Another two is the men come over and I punch one in the back of the neck, then kneeing him in the face. The other one who moved towards me gets behind me, just as the other two pull out knives and move towards me.

I punch back and do a backflip over his head, smashing it into the ground, and then I turn to face the knife wielders.

“Come on boys” I say smiling

One moves towards me and tribes to stab my abdomen, but I dodged him and got behind him, hitting him in the back of the neck with my elbow and then he bounces over in pain as I take his arm, which is holding the knife, and moving it up in a fast motion. Following to dislocate it.

I look to the last one and I see he’s scared so I give him a look saying ‘leave whilst you still can’ and this time he actually listens.

I walk back over to my car and see the girl just put her phone back in her bag. I get in the car and I drove towards pops.

“You okay sweetie??” I ask, seeing her look out the window

“Yes miss” She says, how polite

“Call me Y/N, you hungry?”I sak as I see her smile.

“Yes, but I can eat when I get home, my names Sugar Plum” She says

“Nonscenese, how bout we get you something from pops and then I can drop you off at home?” I ask and she giggles and nods her head.

As we are driving she tells me where her house is, sunny side trailer park. I decide that I might aswell get FP and Jughead something, surprise them.

She also tells me about her big brother and his friends, one of which is Jughead. I’ll get them something aswell.

We then pull into pops and she goes running into the diner. I lock the car behind me and catch up with her.

“What would you like plum?” I ask her

“Chicken fingers and fries. Oh oh a strawberry milkshake too please, Y/N” she says with puppy dog eyes making my heart melt

“What can I get you ladies?” The man behind the counter asks and I give him a smile.

“ Can I get an order of chicken fingers and fries, for the little lady. Aswell as 5 burgers with fries, and a medium strawberry milkshake to go please?” I ask

“Sure, it’ll be a few minutes” he says and I nod

“Did you call anyone when you were in the car, I noticed you had your phone out” I ask her and she looks sheepish

“No. I may have videotaped you getting rid of the bag guys though” she says and I smile

“You wanna call someone, so I can ask where to drop you off?” I ask

“You can drop me off at the whyte warm bar I the south side if you want, my brother will be out of school in 34 minutes” she says looking at the clock

“Ladies, there you go, it’ll be $24.50” the man behind the cash register says and I smile passing Sugarplum her milkshake and passing him a fifty, grabbing the food

“Keep the change” I say as we leave and get back in the car

“Do your brother knows some south side serpents, im guessing” I say as sugar plum drinks some of her milkshake

“He’s one of them, he’s also really close to FP Jones, he sorta runs the place” plum says grabbing a fry.

I nod and let her choose some music to listen to as we drive the the whyte warm.

As I pull up I front of the bar, she grabs her bag, milkshake and food and gets out. I follow grabbing the other food that I ordered, and walking in the bar.

“FP! FP! Meet my new friend” Sugar plum says running and and he turns to see her, following up to see me and smirking.

“Damn girlie, when’d you get back in town?” He aka coming over and hugging me. FP has always been like a second father to me, he was best friends with my dad.

“Just got back yesterday, and already starting school Tomorrow” I sat and he laughs as we both pull away

“ FP! Y/N is my guardian angel!” Sugar plum shouts upwards towards us both, making us laugh.

He then kneels down and asks her why, she then pulls out her phone and shows him the video and walking over towards a booth, pulling herself upwards as you and FP watch the video.

“Damn, took those ghoulies down good” He says as we walk over to Sugar Plum.

“Well I try.” I say as I pass him a burger and fries, making him smile. He then gets shouted way, apologising.

“Will you stay, just till you meet sweet pea?” She asks making me smile at how kind she is

“Of course i will darling”I say, as I put the door out on the table.

We start talking and I tell her some embarrassing stories bout Jughead and she tells me some about Sweet Pea. We spend around 13 minutes doing this, before she shouts out her brothers name and runs to the other side of the bar.

He catches her and spins her around making me and his friends smile. ‘Sweet Pea’ then starts to talk to her as Jughead spots me,

“Y/N!!!” He says putting his bag down, jogging the short distance towards me and spinning me around in a hug.

“I didn’t even know you had got back !” He says into my hair and he puts me down and kisses my temple

“Got back yesterday, I was gonna come bye but it was late” I say to him as we pull apart, then I suddenly feel something, or someone, run into my side and I look down, to be greeted by Sugar Plum.

“Sweet Pea this is Y/N! Y/N, this is my brother” she says before skipping away

“I’m fangs and this is Toni” the other boy who walked in with Sweet Pea said, whilst pointing to himself and the girl.

I finally looked up at Sweet Pea and my voice got stuck in my throat as I saw the most handsome man ever.

He was wayyyyy taller than me, with jet black hair and light brown eyes to match. He was also really ripped, and not super muscled. I started to look at his eyes, down his nose and too his lips and I saw a smile as he was staring at me too and I was about to say something when my phone started ringing an all too familiar ring tone.

“Uh oh, someone’s in trouble” Jughead says from beside me, seeing it’s my uncle, Sheriff Keller.

“He sounds mad” I say

“You’ve not even answered!” Jug says

“Yeah well, his ringtone sounds mad” I say and I start to laugh when his phone rings too, Kevin

“Damn, I’ll talk to Kevin” he says answering and walking away, leaving em with three serpents and an angry uncle

“ hey uncle, wasssup?!” I ask as calmly as I can.

“ Where the hell are you ! I mean ....” he starts to shout nd I hold the phone away from my ear, just as hug walks back over.

“And why the hell are you located at the Whyte Wyrm?!?!” He finishes ranting as I put the phone to my ear

“I had to give Jughead something, and how the hell do you know where I am?!?” I shout back

“Not important!” He says

“Actually it is! It’s really imp... or ... ka “ and hang up.

“Was that a good idea?” Jug asks making me laugh

“Better than having to talk to him” I say making him and the other serpents laugh

“Anyways.... I should be getting back, and dealing with that.” I say smiling

“Sure” He says and I say bye to Fangs and Toni, I go to say goodbye to Sweet Pea but notice him just staring, so I decide to just leave

“By the way, foods for you!” I shout back just before I walk out of the door, bringing Sweet Pea out of his trance and giving Jughead the all clear to go for a burger.

I walk out of the Whyte Wyrm and back to my car, driving home thinking about one thing ....

.... and no it’s not Sweet Pea, it’s how I’m going to deal with my uncle.

.... although, maybe it is him.

[evangeline-perry]

Dead Poets Society: Neil x OC: part 7

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‘A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. And don't use very sad, use-’ my dad says as he walks to the front of the classroom and points to the back of it, ‘Come on, Mr. Overstreet, you twerp.’

‘Morose?’

‘Exactly! Morose. Now, language was developed for one endeavor, and that is? Mr. Anderson? Come on! Are you a man or an amoeba?’

My father stands before Todd's desk. Todd looks up nervously but says nothing. My dad pauses for a moment before looking away. ‘Mr. Perry?’

‘Uh, to communicate’, he opts.

‘No! To woo women’, he says, causing the boys to chuckle, ‘Today we're going to be talking about William Shakespeare.’

The class lets out a collective sigh, ‘Oh God’, except for me, since I’ve grown to love the author. ‘I know. A lot of you looked forward to this about as much as you look forward to root canal work. We're gonna talk about Shakespeare as someone who writes something very interesting. Now, many of you have seen Shakespeare done very much like this:’ my dad holds out his right arm dramatically and begins to speak in an exaggerated British accent. ‘"O Titus, bring your friend hither." But if any of you have seen Mr. Marlon Brando, you know, Shakespeare can be different. "Friend, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears." You can also imagine, maybe, John Wayne as Macbeth going, "Well, is this a dagger I see before me?"’

All of us are seated together near the front of the room as my father reads from a book.

‘"Dogs, sir? Oh, not just now. I do enjoy a good dog once in a while, sir. You can have yourself a three-course meal from one dog. Start with your canine crudites, go to your Fido flambe for main course and for dessert, a Pekingese parfait. And you can pick your teeth with a little paw."’ As we all listen to the story, and laugh at my dads impressions, I lean against Neil who’s leaning against a desk. As I lean against his chest, his arm lays around my waist, though it is out of side of my dad.

When we all sat back in their normal seats and dad leaps up onto his desk. ‘Why do I stand up here? Anybody?’

‘To feel taller.’ Charlie calls from the back of the class.

‘No!’ my dad rings the bell on his desk with his foot, ‘Thank you for playing, Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind yourself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.’ He glances around the classroom from atop the desk. ‘You see, the world looks very different from up here. You don't believe me? Come see for yourself. Come on. Come on!’

Charlie and Neil quickly rise from their seats to go to the front of the classroom, and I follow suite. The rest of the class follows us. While my dad continues speaking, Neil and Charlie join him on the desk and then he jumps down.

‘Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think.’ with that the two boys jump down too. Neil stands by the side of the desk and reaches his hand out to me to help me off the desk.

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!’ he pauses for a second then continues. ‘Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings. Look around you.’

The school bell rings as the boys continue to climb onto the desk. My father begins to gather up his stuff. The clock begins to toll as he walks to the back of the class. ‘There! There you go, Mr. Priske. Thank you! Yes! Dare to strike out and find new ground. Now, in addition to your essays, I would like you to compose a poem of your own, an original work.’ The students begin to groan and he begins flickering the lights off and on while chanting ominously, ‘That's right! You have to deliver it aloud in front of the class on Monday. Bonne chance, gentlemen and lady.’ He steps out into the hall before quickly peeking back in once again. I see that Todd is the last one to stand on the desk and is about to jump off.

‘Mr. Anderson?’ my dad says causing him to stop, ‘Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole.’ He flicks the light off again, leaving Todd to jump down in the darkness as the students laugh.

I sat alone in my room, reading while laying on my bed in some comfy clothes, when Neil comes in. ‘Ow hey Neil’, I smile, looking up. But then I see him flexing and unflexing his hand, ‘hey what’s up.’ I must’ve looked concerned, cause he smiles sheepishly at me: ‘I was on my way here from my room but Mr. Nolan called me to his office and uh, ‘he pauses, holding up his knuckles to show me his bruised up hands, ‘gave me a beating with a ruler.’

‘What?! Why?!’ I say, jumping up and taking hold op his hands to examen the bruising.

‘For “making inappropriate advances at Mr. Keatings daughter”.’ he quotes.

‘What?’ I say looking up at him, an expression of disbelief on my face, ‘But Nolan didn’t even come here to confirm if anything happened, it doesn’t make any sense’

‘Well, that’s the way they rule this school’, he simply states.

I fall silent for a moment, before asking: ‘Does it hurt?’

‘Meh, just a little bit, don’t worry about it’, he tries to reassure me.

‘Come on, let’s go to the infirmary, those kind of bruises hurt, they don’t need to hurt any more.’ I take a gentle hold of his hand as we walk to the infirmary.

Once we’re there I make him down on one of those beds, I take the first aid kit out of the cupboard. I take a hold of one of his hand as I patch it up. Though I’m aware of Neils gaze on me, I don’t look up, even if it causes my cheeks to burn bright red. As I finish up his 2nd hand, I feel his other hand gently caress my cheek and jaw. Though I have to admit I enjoy it, I don’t look up yet.

Only when I’m done I look up. And when I do, I get chills from the look in his eyes. Such pure passion. I feel him wrap his other hand around and pull me close to him. To prevent myself from falling, I catch myself by putting my hand on Neils shoulder and upper arm. We are so close now, our noses touch, and before I can even comprehend what’s going on, Neil kisses me. It an extremely passionate kiss that takes my breath away. Even though it catches me off guard, it doesn’t take me long to start kissing him back. We pull each other even closer, so that I now stand between his legs as he’s still seated on the infirmary bed. The kiss deepens, and my hands find their way into his hair. As I slightly pull on the ends, I can hear him groan, which I like. Unfortunately, we eventually run out of air and have to pull apart. The kiss leaves both of panting in a short moment of shock as to what’d just happened.

‘I’m sorry I got a little carries away,’ he apologizes, though I can clearly see the smirk on his face.

‘Don’t worry, I didn’t mind’, I blush, smiles sheepishly up at him.

‘Can I kiss you again?’ he asks, looking down at my lips. And so he does.

After a while longer, Neil walks me back to my room. As we reach it, I lean up to kiss his cheek, but he turns his head and smirks. As I feel my cheeks heat up again, I kiss him on the lips. His arm reach around my waist, as mine wrap around his neck.

‘OW I almost forgot’, he smiles as we pull apart, ‘I came to tell you something, before the whole thing with Mr Nolan.’ He leads me to sit on the bed, holding my hand. There he talks about the play, and the auditions, and about him participating. He bounces on the bed excitedly as he does.

‘That’s great!’ I exclaim, smiling at him. We talk for a while longer, occasionally stealing kisses every now and again. Eventually he has to leave to go do some homework, so he gets up and kisses me goodbye one more time. ‘I realize I haven’t really asked. Evangeline, will you be my girlfriend.’

‘And here I thought I’d be obvious by now’, I say, while still wrapped in his arms, ‘yes.’

He leans down to kiss me again, but at that moment the door opens to reveal the Dead Poets at the door: ‘My my, how the tables have tabled.’ Charlie states smirking.

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[2334242xiao]

6 Months Until The Last Snowflake Falls (DenNor)

Hullo! So remember the rp with my friend-- Mengshui (She’s chinese, i doubt she will get tumblr) This fic is sorely based and dedicated to that, with some edits of course because it would make it more dramatic. 

Take note: English is my 3rd language  so if there are solecisms, then you would know why. Sorry that I didn’t get that graphic with the ‘lemon’ scene because I solely wanted to focus on the emotions instead of that. 

I will however link an FF.NET VERSION when I do release it there.

 Summary: Lukas Bondevik is a blind violinist who abhors the world. Being blind from birth, Lukas finds it hard to find anything beautiful, only ever self-absorbed and a withdrawn individual who spends countless days playing his musical instrument. Mathias Kohler is an ex-bassist who has yet to come terms with his terminal illness that would render him incapacitated in a few months. After excusing himself from intensive care, the two souls meet and treasure the remaining days Mathias has left before it finally ends. 

 1st month:

Walking down the pebbled sidewalk, it was the end of spring and summer had set in the lush green trees embittered into a soiled golden brown that brushed past the sidewalk, the mordent smell of coffee brown soil wafted into the air, the numbers bustling to and fro down the jagged path, ducking underneath honey golden leaves that rustled, teeming with life. A lone musician stood in the audience of passersby, eyes closed, skin pale and donning a scarf that wrapped around his neck, dissembling his lips and the tip of his nose that freckled with red.

Lukas Bondevik

The blind violinist prodigy as they’ve acclaimed him to be and no doubt the way his bow danced and how his arms slid back and forth, thread against thread, dancing to the melancholy of his crest-fallen music, bringing forth uncertain despondency, compelling people of different colors, different pasts and labels to flick a coin onto his violin case laid next to him.

A distinct physique halted in front of him and with a mirth-full smirk, flicked his own coin, a cheeky smile ever present on his bubbly face, golden hair brushed of his forehead, in discernable spikes that oddly resembled that of a plant, striking cerulean eyes and a winsome face to win it all.

He clasped his hand together in an audible clap, and Lukas shoulder’s loosened, his bow and violin lowered as if to acknowledge the strange presence in front of him.

“You play really well,” He joshed, his claps waning off into the distance, his interest clearly piqued with how his blue eyes were glazed over and he reluctantly extends his arm, waiting for the other to take albeit; Lukas stayed taut, his eyes closed and for some reason Mathias pondered why it was.

“My name is Mathias Kohler,”

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2nd month:

Mathias had waited for Lukas to finish his daily tutoring session, which the Norwegian frequently did as a side job, mainly because it helped with the daily expenses. The seasons have turned warm now, the sun scorching and the days grew longer and the night grew shorter. Beads of sweat blossomed from the other’s feverish skin as he awaited for his friend, who later on revealed himself, hobbling out of a twin crested ornate door, probably dark Oakwood, tapping his cane along the small flight of stairs, spurring Mathias to aid him down, only to be deliberately shoved off and rejected.

“Don’t. Pity. Me. Kohler.” He glowered, and he opened his eyes, a blue-gray milkiness that showed only fiery indignation at the other’s advances. Mathias froze up in spot before chuckling riotously, scratching his nape as he did so. “Sorry, Lukas—“He apologizes profusely, head hanging and gaze averted.

He had deciphered over time that Lukas was blind; it was one of the latter’s insecurities and he reprehended anyone who would take pity on him and that include majority of the human population, viewing the world in such a contemptuous, pessimistic view point and perceiving most human interaction as unremarkable and insignificant with little to no outcome, a verdant fruit left to rot.

Somehow despite all of this, Mathias had wriggling himself into Lukas’s daily life and also their interactions have been all but bitter before, it ameliorated and escalated every day until Lukas had found Mathias’s presence to be soothing, propitiating him when he was being trampled by his own insecurities.

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3rd month

Mathias had noticed over the past days, really how his tousled blonde hair would grow thinner, thinner and thinner until it ruffled away when he combed through it. Obvious distraught in his visage and he felt himself sliding down the bathroom wall, wrapping his arms around the comfort of his legs, face buried against sallow and tender skin as he observed the tufts of wheat that littered around him, the bathroom in disarray, sobs erupted from his throat and his breathed staggered, feeling asphyxiated by the growing apprehensive thought of death knocking around the corner.

As he watched his tears stream from his face like an open faucet, sagely inconsolable, a knock would present itself on his doorstep, accompanied by the incessant pressing of his doorbell. Slowly and surely he gathered himself, wiping the droplets of tears that emerged from the sea of his blue eyes, finally desolating the bathroom after what it seemed like hours.

This wasn’t virtuous; this wasn’t equitable, that sooner or later his friable state would worsen and he would be incapacitated, disfigured in hospital bed, left to die alone.

Putting on a façade was easier than admitting his doubts, his concerns and the demons he had to face when he was alone. It was so much easier to smile through pain than share the sorrow and distraught with people around you.

He treads towards the main door and opens it, seeing Lukas appear, bringing a blissful smile on his face as he did so. The aching faded and diminished extinguished by the blonde that stood on his doorstep, amidst the heat of the summer sun, the cacophony of bird’s chirps drowning off in the background.

“Lukas~!” He exclaimed with jubilation, arms wrapped instantly around the other’s frame causing Lukas to stagger a little backwards, a lone arm wrapped around the Dane’s waist, the other holding a crumpled brown bag with ‘Lukas’ scrawled on top of it. As their faces brushed momentarily could Lukas feel as there was damp flesh slapped against his own, the friction bleak and unusually frigid.

“… Are you OK…?”

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4th month

The night sky was exhilarating, brilliant bejeweled stars hung themselves against the vast midnight blue atmosphere, the rustling of leaves against the moonlit winds and the whistle of tones at the gales whirled past them. In the midst of a the grass field sat two men, one eyes brilliantly complemented the midnight blue sky and one whose had his close, shrouded in deep shadow by the offset of his brow ridge. They both remained to be cordially taciturn, cumbersome bodies against the pillow of green strands that littered over the field, munificent and abundant.

“The night looks really good tonight!” Mathias had the audacity to point out, causing Lukas to audibly scoff, shaking his head lightly.

Didn’t this buffoon get it? It’s not like he can see it either ways. Mathias was stupid.

Still he baffled himself why Mathias had successfully brought him out in the middle of the night where the temperature was freezing as the autumn sets in and the branches becoming bare, leaves falling leaving them naked. Plants would shrivel and brown and golden leaves littered the ground. Even the greenery had turned a tad earthly and no doubt would hibernate soon, extinguished back to the soil to thrive again in the opening of spring.

“Oh look at that star! It looks like a horse—err—a cat? Dog?” He could even discern even the most simple of information even when he was the one blessed with the ability to see, so his companion could only stifle a small fit of facetious laughter, nearly tearing up at the other’s puzzlement.

“You’re an idiot, you know that Matt?” He called, his breath harrowing underneath him, shuddering as the cold wind pressed against his skin, causing him to rubbing his attenuated fingers along the boney ridge of his right arm. “I can’t see *shit.* “Lukas curses in hilarious profanity, prompting a gasp from Matthias.

“I can’t believe you Lukas! Did you just curse?” For a fact, it was nothing but joviality and buoyancy that tainted the blonde’s voice, rolling his eyes at the other’s misleading attitude, feeling the coldness of the air stick to his skin away, causing him to quiver lightly.

So suddenly before the Dane could muster up another witty reproach, Lukas steels himself just enough to roll over to Mathias’s side nuzzling against the warmth of his torso, laying his head so lightly against the other’s warmth, causing Mathias to constrict, promptly tongue-tied as his diaphragm entraps itself and his heart threatening to burst as his lungs refused to pump.

“For the record…” Lukas stared, his voice drawled as he looked up at what he could only make out at the Dane’s face, a soft smile of hilarity prevailed on his face. “It’s not so bad… Tonight I mean.” Averred the Norwegian and Matthias’s laughs, breath throttling as he tentatively sneaks his arm around Lukas’s thin waist pulling him closer, closer and closer until he could feel Lukas’s breath tickle his face, pressing the ghost of a kiss against fervent lips and both conjectured that truly, the feelings that stirred inside of them were more than just illusions of the weary heart.

It felt like acid lava circulating in their veins rewiring them and the kiss grew more avid over time, passion lapped on the both of them and Matthias takes this advantage to outclass the Norwegian, pushing his tongue in between the other’s jaw, licking along the hollow of his cheeks, the bumpiness of his teeth and the taste that lingered in between them, all the while earnest touches wiped down the other’s body, down Lukas’s sides, up Mathias’s shoulder.

Mathias ends the zestful kiss too soon and a whine pushed its way through Lukas’s parted ones as if in lost, yearning for the touch the other wanted to give him so. Mathias licks his damp lips and suddenly felt so penitent.

“L-Lukas…” He stammered unable to process the grave mistake that he had just allowed to happen, a blunder that he would regret for the rest of his days that would only mar abrasions on his soul when he would pass from the earth, because Mathias was ticking time bomb and nearly at its peak.

“Y-Yeah..?” Lukas pondered if it was something that he did, wondered if it was  his fault to stir something wicked and odious inside the other to frenzy his sadness, his deplorable expression that even Lukas knew was prolific on his face.

“I have to tell you something…” Barely a hushed whisper, only amplified enough for the Norwegian to grasp and assimilate the meaning. Lukas was expecting it, three words, and the syllables that would put them both in composure and confirm the other’s bursting feelings.

“I’m dying, Lukas. “ As if three new words spelled death for the other and Lukas felt his heart sink deep into his stomach, felt reprehension and detest pile up in his core, because the other had been so *knavish* allowing Lukas to fall in love with him, allowing it to get this far.

He couldn’t even search for words that didn’t exist and so he lets the sobs take over as he pressed his face against Mathias’s collarbone, gritting his teeth together. “Why does everything I ever care about…? Everything I love everything I give a shit about always leave me…?” He bellowed, deep in sullen, trying to stifle most of his hurt, trying to aid plasters on the wound that Mathias had lacerated him with, leaving him disfigured.

Mathias bore no answer and so silently, he wallowed in self-pity. There was hollowness in the midst of them.

___

5th month

It was night and the heat of the party had gotten the better of them, being invited to the early Christmas party of Tino and Berwald, only leaving both of the blonde incoherent, Mathias mustering the last of his strength to drag Lukas home, though as soon as they Lukas’s back collided with the smooth door, his arms fly around Mathias’s neck, bringing the taller male’s head down, brushing their lips with extreme fervor, his knee digging against his lover’s crotch.

Mathias lets out a throaty gasp in retort, his arms pinning the shorter male’s against the expanse of the door, prompting Lukas to immediately writhe and struggle against the other’s touch, trying to pry Mathias’s inviolable grip to no avail, the Dane’s hand locked him in place and kissed underneath his jaw, down the sensitive skin of his neck nibbling lightly, sucking earnestly, leaving little love marks here and there.

Lukas presses his knee unreasonably hard against the Dane’s nether regions, causing Mathias to retreat and gasp in pain as he did so. “We’re not doing it outside, Mathias—“He shuddered, feeling the air cloud up around him, shivering lightly as he pocketed the key to their house, considering that Mathias had moved in a few weeks ago.

“That fucking hurts, Lukas—“Hissed the other, all the while hands set on his jeans trying to ease and palliate the pain he felt, much to his dismay. It didn’t take Lukas long to creak the door open and unfathomable eyes looked back at his pained boyfriend as if beckoning him inside. “Are you going to whine about it or fuck me?”

At the vulgarities and the scrutiny of his boyfriend, Mathias could feel himself come alive and so zestfully he followed after Lukas, only to press him against the wall, kicking the door shut, the ring of keys dropping on the floor with a clunk and a ring, probably to be found in the midst of all their clatter in the morning.

Mathias takes a long drag, peppering the neck of his lover with much kisses, licks and everything in between, anything that could foster out all those lovely moans from the other male and Lukas wasn’t in the mood to deny him of that to be honest. They rut against in other in unimaginable heat, crotch against crotch, enough to frenzy both of them alive.

It didn’t take long until the two stumbled themselves towards the bedroom, undressing all the way, leaving a litter of clothes after their trail and of course, sooner or later Lukas’s back was pressed against the softness of the comforter and Mathias was on top of his him, pressing kisses all over his face, causing the Norwegian to swat at him. “Q-Quit that! I-I-I-It tickles! M-Mathias, no, s-top!” He exclaimed, voice thundering as he did so squirming in the other’s hold, trying to push Mathias’s face away from his.

“No! I’m a monster and I’ll eat you guts~! Rawr!” Other professed before lunging for the other’s flat stomach and lavishing the skin with much more kisses, causing Lukas to burst out in a strong fit of laughter, gripping the sheets below him. “No! Stop! Stop—Ahhaha- stop!” He cried out, feeling tears teetering from his lashes, streaming down his cheeks.

Mathias slowly retracts his head from the other’s stomach, pressing his weight lightly against Lukas, leaving a kiss on his lips, soft and gentle, before he reached over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of lotion, holding it up, pressing the cold container against Lukas’s face, causing the other to furrow his eyebrows. “Stop surprising me idiot!” He upbraided, his eyes sliding open to glare at the direction he perceived his lover’s face was, Mathias drawing the container away from Lukas’s face, a smile of hilarity stained his features before he popped the lid open. “Alright….” He lilted, humming a sing song tune, pressing his fingers against the other’s entrance.

Their rutting came by next and the only audio was the light creaking of the bed and the moans that littered around the air, the musk thick as the two men rocked against each other’s body, groaning and moaning in unison as they did so, scratching marks all over the other’s body, marking, kissing, licking. It was surprisingly soft, a torturous pace but full of love anyways, that and Mathias had the gall to make jokes throughout it, turning it into something full of endeavor in a second. Lukas didn’t really appreciate it, but when both reached rapture and their unwieldy body stuck together, Mathias rolling off of Lukas and heaving a sigh, then a small hobble of laughter followed as he gathered the Norwegian that laid close to him, causing Lukas to press a hand against his face. “No cuddling, you’re sticky and I don’t like it.” He protested, though the next thing he did was rather contradicting, rolling over so he could slink an arm around Matthias’s waist, nuzzling his chest. “Says the one who’s cuddly~” He teased, playing with the Norwegian’s hair.

This was nice, amicable even and the Dane was glad to have lived through their tender moments with his lover. Everything was idyllic and of course the apprehension of dying was still there. Especially since Mathias had noticed that his hair had gotten indisputably thin these past days and his skin turned sallow, and was rapidly losing weight, the blood spitting and nosebleeds had become rampant as well and he was so relieved that Lukas didn’t have to see all that mess, didn’t have to see what a mess Mathias had become.

“Good night, Matthias.” The Norwegian bids farewell, pressing a faint kiss against the other’s cheek, burrowing himself in the warmth that the other offered. With a rueful smile that traced his features, his fingers found themselves tangling in Lukas’s smooth blonde hair. “Good night. I love you.”

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6th month

“Give us a smile Mathias!” Tino touted from where he was standing, polaroid camera in his hands as he did so. Mathias complied, gracing his friends with a small smile. It had been exceptionally hard to breathe nowadays and the pain he felt was excruciating even when they’d administered pain killers, it only got more and more apparent that Mathias wasn’t going to prevail through this and he could see it beyond the transparency of Tino’s smile or Berwald’s unexplained silence—maybe it was only Lukas who coveted that he fight through, because then the Norwegian wouldn’t be able to go on without the Dane.

He felt ugly.

He felt really ugly.

There was not a strand of blonde hair left on his scalp, his flesh hanging on to the brittle frame of his bones. His eyes were sunken and dulled to a sullen grey color, his lips chapped and he was consistently dehydrated, lips flaking off. Bruises sported all over his body, black, blue and some of them yellow or the verge of healing only to be replaced with new ones. He was hooked onto so many machines, couldn’t even eat by himself and everyday was just another arduous task, another onerous day to live, because his body would flare up with hurt until he was breathless. He would scream until he was deaf, because he longed for death, feeling his body crushed underneath the pressure and those would be the days where Lukas would be the most disconsolate, the streams down his eyes as he tried to conciliate his lover’s pain to no avail, because Mathias would crumble under any touch and plead them, beseech them to let him rest.

He was feeling guilt-stricken. He’d brought this upon himself; he’d brought this upon Lukas. He’d allow the Norwegian to sidle so close to him when he should’ve kept him at arm’s length and now the Norwegian only had to plug his ears close when Mathias was on an outbreak of anguish, begging so profoundly, begging to perpetually to be relieved from the pain, enough to make the strangers outside of the room, peek in out of concern, knowing that the pain couldn’t be alleviated.

Tino retrieves the picture and flick it, letting it set before showing it to Mathias who laid on his bed, incapacitated, barely breathing, and his hollow, sunken eyes drifted to the picture, a smile on his face, a very piteous one indeed.

“I look---“ He rasped, his voice coarse. “I look really ugly without my hair haha—“ He gave the other a farcical laughter, however it was easy to fathom how deplorable the blond was about his condition. He detested being in the hospital, unable to stand, let alone feed himself. It was like his life was hanging on a thread growing shorter and shorter every day. Mathias feels Lukas rise from his spot and sit on his bed, his hand running across the other’s forehead, the other’s scalp, his eyebrows that also had started to fall off because of chemotherapy. “I don’t think you’re ugly.” Lukas proclaimed and leaned to kiss his forehead, just mouthing something in Norwegian that he wouldn’t be able to construe.

“You’re just saying that because you love me—Haha” Rebukes the quivery voice that spoke up, feeling to lethargic to insert any more effort than he should.

“That’s true… I’ll always love you.” It hurt really when Lukas would say those words to someone he knew that he was lose, to someone he knew would go away and yet he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t force his feelings to cease because Mathias has been anything but bad to him. He’d become so essential in the other’s life. He’d become his greatest asset and greatest ultimatum, all concocted into the same man.

“I’ll always love you too, Lukas. Forever.”

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7th month – Epilogue

He felt the winds past his ears like a careless whisper, touching him in such an intimate way, as if he was an albatross ready to spread his wings, soar through the winds, against the tide and yet his vision remained dark. It was late at night and the snow fell against his upright form, hands tucked deeply inside his pocket. Something about this was rather familiar, like he found himself standing in the midst of the grass fields at night with him.

He had passed away a few weeks ago and Lukas would be fraudulent should he profess that he hadn’t felt the anguish, the fury and the frustration that accompanied itself with a screeching shrill as Tino held him down, as his fingers shook and his knees buckled underneath him, how his heart missed so many beats and how he was convinced that his lungs wouldn’t work and that he was a broken contraption. Everything just fell apart; everything was in disarray and Lukas found himself licking his wounds in solitude, feeling his heart separate in fragmentary pieces.

As he readied himself, he cleared his throat, taking in a deep breath, feeling the feeling still asphyxiating him, still an invisible noose hung around his neck because he’d never found himself so besotted with one person in all his life. Then so suddenly as if the cruel God of Fate decided that they weren’t mean for each other, snagged Mathias from his hold and made him feel so empty.

He bends over, picking up the violin that he set on his feet, tucking it in between his head and shoulder and then he begins to pick up a song that sounded to be oddly familiar, the same song that revolved around their meeting, the same song that drew him closer, made him flick a coin and compelled him to pester the Norwegian everday, despite being lashed at or impudently ignored. Maybe if he did, he would be lost in the orchestra of the song and then he would relive that very same day, have another chance to hug him, kiss him, love him and be with him.

At least as he continued to play the song with match avidity, poised in his position and with an emotional tumor growing inside of him, swelling turgid, blocking his air pipes, strangulating him and yet he knew he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the pain that was so bittersweet because he knew that forever was just another life away until he would find himself underneath Mathias’s sight again.

Truly, truly. For someone who had never seen the world—a ray of light, or a loom of shadow—the last 6 months with the man he so dotted had been so beautiful.

End.