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[cibome]

hmmm

[hells-favorites]

The Red Light (Episode 8)

Ein, once Typhon's second in command, reveals his past atrocities and defection to Dante. Dante's nightmares reflect his inner turmoil as they approach the Capitol, where they find Cadm, Typhon's victim, abused and chained. Typhon taunts them, but Dante, torn between loyalty and morality, confronts him. Typhon's revelation of Cadm's condition prompts Dante to plea for Cadm's release, even referring to Typhon as "dad." Though Typhon remains indifferent, Dante's resolve to do what's right strengthens as Ein takes Cadm to safety, leaving Dante to navigate his complicated relationship with Typhon.

Ein rode alongside everyone else on the way back to the Capitol Building. He wasn't very talkative but when Dante glanced over, he saw something he did. Ein had his eyes closed and he was sitting up straight. Something only Typhon's soldiers did during the war. It was magic Typhon had taught his men. Dante knew Ein had once been on Typhon's side but that magic struck too close to home.

"What did you mean you were 'where Mercury is now', Ein?" mumbled Dante, hoping Ein was still awake.

Ein’s eyes opened and his back relaxed as he turned to Dante. "Before Mercury came to the surface, I was Typhon's second in command and Military Commander. I did.. atrocious things during that time. But eventually I woke up to my situation. I realized how much of a monster he'd turned me into. So I stopped listening. When he ordered me to kill you, you were just a baby. It hadn't been the first time I'd killed his children, but that was the last straw. I ran off and helped Axom’s forces."

Dante had gotten the feeling Ein had switched sides, but that confirmed it. But that wasn't the part that stung the most. Dante already knew Typhon had tried to get rid of him as a child but hearing it again was worse. But something else stood out as well. *'The surface?'*

"What do you mean 'the surface'? Like the public eye?" Dante tried to latch on to the other parts of the conversation.

Ein seemed caught off guard. "Oh. He hasn't told you…" Ein’s voice trailed off.

"Told me what?"

Ein looked forward, away from Dante. "Ask Typhon when we get there. He'll explain it better than I can. You can be the one to distract him."

The rest of the ride was quiet and Dante now had a distaste for the sound of birds chirping, since it was such a big part of his nightmares, but Dante couldn't bring himself to start another conversation. So Dante sat up, locking his spine as he'd done so many times and drifted off.

Dante was standing in front of a library. It was massive with winding shelves that seemed like a maze. Each shelf was filled with books and Dante reached out to grab one. Typhon's name was spelled across it but when he opened it, the pages were blank. Dante threw it to the floor and grabbed the one beside it. Ein’s name. No pages. Dante grabbed another. His own name. Blank. Family, drive, reason, history, right and wrong. Book after book, they were all blank. The room seemed like it went on forever yet at the same time, it seemed to close in on him. Dante collapsed to the floor with his head in his knees. Between his feet appeared a crack. Dante leaped up as the floor ripped in two. Dante looked down the hall. On his right was Typhon but on his left was Ein. He didn't know where to run. The floor continued to crack until Dante fell through the floor.

Dante awoke with such force that his horse startled. Ein looked over as he caught his breath. They'd made it a lot farther than he had assumed.

"Are you okay, Dante?" Ein examined Dante, trying to find what made him panic.

"Please, just stop." Dante just stared at the head of his horse the rest of the ride.

Once they had made it to the Capitol, Ein flipped up his hood and followed inside.

As they creaked open the door to the room Cadm had been stored in, they saw him out of the chair and thrown against the wall. Crouched over him was Typhon. Ein tried to slink back into the hallway but Typhon's hand went down for his side, though it didn't seem like there was a gun on him.

Typhon let go of Cadm, throwing him against the wall. Cadm was bound in chains with a muzzle covering his snout. Blood had been matted into his fur and most of his body was covered in new wounds.

Typhon stepped to Dante but Ein stood firm.

"Apperently you two had a run in yesterday. What, did you think Dante was going to enjoy Linus's chamber?" gloated Typhon.

From the otherside of the room, Cadm gave a whimper. Linus was his father. He wanted to go with Ein, to get out of this chamber, but he wasn't even able to walk alone. Cadm shut his eyes.

"You're lying to him!" Ein dashed forward and yanked Typhon down to his height by the collar of his shirt.

"Ein," Dante spoke regretfully. "Let go of him."

Ein let go of Typhon and stepped back, looking at Dante confused. Dante hadn't come here to fight. He'd come here to do what he thought was a good thing. But that went against Typhon. Was he siding with Ein by being here? Dante took it a sentence at a time.

"Funny, Ein. You've forgotten so much. Didn't care to remember I have eyes in my chambers? I saw you take them there. But Dante, what I saw was remorse," Typhon spoke with an odd tone. Gloating at first, but it turned to somewhat confusion.

"Let Cadm out of here, Typhon," Dante tried to command.

Typhon gave a grin. "Dante," Typhon yanked Dante to him, placing his ear close enough to where he'd be the only one to hear him whisper. "Mercury made it so Cadm can't speak. Reckless, but true. I don't need him. But do you want him to be free? Or are you just trying to please Ein?"

"I want you to let him go, dad."

Typhon looked taken aback. *Dad*? It was new for them both. But Dante hoped it'd land him in a soft spot for Typhon. Though all Typhon did was shrug and push past Dante into the hallway.

"Have fun with him." Typhon walked down the hallway, seemingly thinking.

Immediately Ein rushed to Cadm's side. The two whispered back and forth for a few seconds into their conversation until Ein picked up Cadm, careful of his wounds. Ein gave Dante a look of appreciation as he headed out the door.

[divinefireangel]

Hello ✍️Writer✍️, I would like to 🤌request🤌 a reaction where their s/o likes ❣️kissing❣️ their ❤neck❤ 🌠Innocentlly🌠but it 🌌turns the 🕺Bois💃 on🌌 🤡accidentally🤡 Thank you for blessing us with your Beautiful 🤌 beautiful 🤌 works✍️❣️

Idk why but so many emojis are making very happy 😂

I HAVE SO MANY DRAFTS HELP

Warnings: Suggestive? Fluff? Crack? Well idk. Mentions of food. Domestic af SF9. Yes that is a warning. Sensitive neck! SF9. Just go with it 💀.

Youngbin

"I'll hug you and you click the picture"

"Okay. But you'll have to help me angle it properly cause of your outfit."

"I know I know. Just turn it a bit towards me. Okay. Yes!" You exclaim finally happy with the angle. Clicking a good number of selfies with your boyfriend Youngbin, you check them to make sure that you atleast got a few you can post.

Monitoring the pictures along with you, Youngbin holds you close to him even after the photo session. You see, there was a wedding. One of your friend's. And being your boyfriend, Youngbin offered to be your date.

So here you both are, all doll'd up and pretty, finally taking couple pics after what seems like forever. Smiling happily you bounce on your feet. The pictures turned out perfect!

To celebrate, you kiss him joyfully, well you ended up kissing his neck because that the height you are able to reach with your heels right now. Pulling away with a small smile, a frown takes over when you notice your lipstick mark on his neck.

Widening your eyes, you panic trying to figure out how you can remove the mark quickly. Remembering that you have tissues in your bag, you take take it out and begin to clean.

"I'm sorry. I forgot I had lipstick." You say sadly, but concentrating on the task in hand. Youngbin, however, is still frozen in his spot, not even moving his eye lids. When you finish and move away, he breathes out contracting his chest.

"Jagi." He huffs slowly. "You, you can't just do that." He says in a small pout.

"Do what?" You look in his eyes. Realizing that you meant nothing by it, his face just breaks into a smile.

"Nothing. Let's go. Or we're going to be late!" He exclaims wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to walk with him.

Inseong

A lovely afternoon spent with your boyfriend. Aka. You having your nose in your novel and him having his nose in his novel. It's actually something you both do often. And then comes the regular discussing favourite parts, which he claims is the best part of your mini book club.

You were both seated at opposite ends if the couch, when you huffed closing your book. Now, normally you would've finished it, but for some reason your eyes were starting to lose focus. Maybe it was stress or overworking. Keeping the book on the table in front of the couch, you slowly crawl away from your side to his.

Peering over his shoulder, you try to see what page he is on.

"What are you doing?" Inseong asked with a smirk.

"Nothing. Just cuddling my super cuddly boyfriend" you said whilst moving your legs on his lap and hands landing around his shoulders. Kissing his cheek with a smile, you nest your head in his neck, closing you eyes when you feel his arm on your back.

Blinking your eyes open, you mindlessly pout, tired and a bit bored. 'Hmm, he smells nice', you think to yourself. Sliding your head back a little on his shoulder, you start to drag your pouty lips against his neck, occasionally pecking it too.

Biting his lip, Inseong shuts his eyes, moaning in satisfaction as you kiss his neck. Giggling at his reaction, you stop what you're doing. "Are you actually getting turned on by me just kissing your neck? " you ask with the biggest smile on your face.

Reciprocating your smile, Inseong chuckles, opening one of his eyes to look at you. "Not my fault. You just know how to drive me crazy for you." He says leaning forward to capture your lips in a dizzying kiss.

Jaeyoon

Sitting on a chair near the dining table, Jaeyoon scrolls through his phone, scouring for a new recipe to try out. Finding one that seems interesting, he clicks on it and starts to read. Being so engrossed in learning it, he fails to notice you come out of the bedroom.

Almost walking past him towards the fridge, you stop in your tracks and decide to have some fun. Tapping his left shoulder, you wait for him to turn but quickly move to the right. Snickering silently, you repeat the same action again, now tapping his right side, but he notices your hair before you moved.

Chuckling he looks down shaking his head. "Jagiya, you're very cute. But not very slick." He laughs when you whine into his neck. Relaxing onto his back, you pout sadly.

"What are you seeing?" You ask curiously.

"A new recipe you might like. I think we have all the ingredients, so I was planning on trying it. What do you think?" He hums in question, raising a hand to pet your hair.

"Okay. I'll be happy with whatever you feed me." You reply genuinely. Playing a kiss on his cheek first, he turns to look back to his phone smiling. But you wanted to kiss him more. So instead you just choose to kiss his neck.

Licking your lips a little, you press a medium kiss on his neck, making his stop everything he was doing. Unfazed, you walk to the fridge to take a cold water bottle from it. Turning you gasp, almost colliding into Jae's chest.

"Jae... " you say looking at him, wondering why he's standing so close to you. Sighing he leans down to your height, kissing you on the lips once. Twice. Thrice.

Keeping the water bottle on the kitchen counter next to the fridge, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his back muscles as you make out with your boyfriend. Loving your reciprocation, Jaeyoon lifts you off the ground and makes you sit on the counter, not breaking the kiss for one second...

Dawon

You gasp in surprise when you feel a strong chest hug into you. Kissing the side of your head, Sanghyuk smiles, happy to finally have you in his arms after another long day of work.

"Hi"

"Hi baby. You took a shower?" You ask, noticing that he's wearing only sweatpants.

"Yeah. I went to the gym after work." He replies, walking towards the mirror to apply his moisturizer.

Nodding you change out of your work clothes, finally feeling like you can breathe again. Now it was your turn to hug him.

Approaching him slowly, you tickle your way around his torso and abs, resting your forehead against his ear you sigh satisfactorily. Smiling widely at your clingyness, Sanghyuk continues to moisturize. "Tired?"

Humming a response you open your eyes and breathe out, having closed your eyes as soon as you hugged him. Pluckering your lips, you lean up to kiss one long sweet kiss on his neck. And then another next to it. And another.

"I thought you were tired." He says in a deadpanned tone.

"I am" you hum.

"Fuck it. I'll do most of the work then" Turning around, Sanghyuk stares down at you, biting his lip sexily making your breath hitch and mind go blank. Grabbing your waist in one hand to pull you flush into him, he leans down to connect your lips together while his other hand cups your butt, asking you to jump into his arms so he can take you to bed for a long, long night.

Zuho

You were laying across the couch, you boyfriend Juho sitting on the ground, his back on the same couch near your head. You were waiting for your lunch to be delivered, the app saying it'll take only a few minutes.

The day was spent well with taking the cats to the vet, then going grocery shopping and coming back home and putting them in their respective containers. Of course the whole ordeal tired you both out. So you decided to treat yourselves by ordering in.

You laugh silently as Juho played with Kompangg, making weird sounds to get the feline's attention and to make her meow. Huru of course the rebel, in his own world, sleeping cutely in his bed.

Pulling yourself forward by your arms, you place you head on Juho's shoulder, trying to help him play with his younger pawed child. When she finally meowed after a lot of both of your efforts, you cheer extending your arm to pet her ears.

Smiling at her doey eyes, you place an innocent kiss on Juho's neck, resuming your previous position on the couch.

"Why did you do that? " Juho asks, putting Kom in the ground. Turning to you with a smirk, Juho leans his hands on the couch.

"Do what?" You ask quizzically, cause you really didn't know. Looking at your clueless expression, Juho realizes that you didn't mean anything by that kiss. Pursuing his lips, he looks down on his lap, cringing at his dirty mind.

"Did you think I wanted sex?!" You accuse him when you figure out what he was thinking. Scratching the back of his neck, he laughs timidly trying to think of an excuse when the front door bell rang.

"Ah! Yes food's here!" He says quicky, sprinting off towards the door while you laugh.

Rowoon

Sprawled widely on the bed, Seokwoo replies to his texts with a pout on his lips while waiting for you to join him so he can cuddle you to sleep. Jumping onto the bed, you grab your pillow and lay on top of it for support while looking into his phone too.

"Why do you have so many at this time? "

"I ignored the group from morning." He replies.

Nodding your head, you sigh in exhaustion from the day's work. Pushing half of your body on his, you rest your chin in his neck and close your eyes. What you've been addicted to since dating him, was situating yourself on top of him whenever where ever he lies down. It always gave you warmth. And him a sense of feeling small. He also loves it when you give him a back massage or draw on top of his wide back, just for the fun of it.

"Okay! I'm done. Let's sleep." Seokwoo says making you open your eyes in surprise.

"Okie" you say in a small voice, bending down to peck his neck before rolling off him onto your side if the bed.

Opening his mouth for a good ten seconds, he licks his lips and turns his head to look at you. Seeing you wrap yourself in the comforter like a burrito, he blinks in confusion.

Once settled, you look at him in question, wondering why he isn't tucking himself in. "Why are you not turning? Are you okay? "

Your words pull him out of his trance. Opening his mouth to answer, but closing it again when he realizes that he doesn't have one, he just looks at you.

"Nothing. Good night." He finally says, wondering why such a simple action took him by so much surprise.

Yoo Taeyang

Smiling lovingly Taeyang stands in the kitchen preparing an even more love filled meal for you. He knows how you've only had a small breakfast, so he took it upon himself to make you something delicious for when you come out of the bedroom after attending all your meetings.

Humming along with the song playing in the background, he stirs the contents of the pot. "Y/N will like this." He says to himself. And as if you cue, he hears the bedroom door open and from there came out a very tired you.

Walking into the kitchen, you let your feet drag you till you're behind Taeyang. Wrapping your arms around his torso while being careful of the hot vessel on the stove, you rest your head on his back. "I hate work" you complain pouting.

"I know. " he agrees, chuckling at your childish behaviour. Taking in a deep breath, smelling the aroma of your lunch, you sway in happiness while still hugging Taeyang. Rising on your tippy toes, you place a small kiss on his neck, squeezing him tightly in your arms. Freezing he widens his eyes as his shoulders tense at your actions.

"You're amazing" you compliment him. Pulling away you begin to walk towards the bathroom, completely failing to notice your blushing mess of a boyfriend.

"You can't just do that!" He complains loudly to a still very clueless you.

Hwiyoung

Tired from overworking yourself, you close your eyes leaning back in your chair. Youngkyun was sitting next to you, doing his work. Noticing your despair immediately, he pauses and saves his work first, then yours.

"Let's go take a nap. We've been here long enough." He says, worry laced in every syllable.

Nodding you push your chair back a bit, until your legs are out. Lifting your arms up to him, you silently ask him to carry you to bed. Smiling at your cuteness, he obliges, not having the heart to say no to you. Like always.

And so he gently picks you up bridal style and walks to the bed. And just as, if not even more gently, he places you on the bed. Unfolding the blanket, he spreads it on the bed before getting in with you, making sure you are tucked in well.

Attacking him as soon as he's settled next to you, you throw one leg across his torso and intertwine your hands on his chest,nuzzling your nose shamelessly in his neck. Chuckling he starts to pat your shoulder, back and head, to put you to sleep.

Releasing a breath finally feeling relaxed, you turn your head up to kiss him, not really caring where you ended up kissing him, but you kiss him. "I love you" you mumble against his skin.

Biting his lip, he continues to pat you to sleep, while he lays there wide awake, still feeling the aftermath of your simple kiss. Little do you know, he's silently begging his hormones to calm down or else he will never hear the end of it.

Chani

A typical Saturday afternoon for the two of you. You are engrossed in your work while Chanhee is on his desktop playing games. Being cooped up in your work for so long, you decide that you needed to take a break. Probably a snack too.

Getting up from your position, you walk towards Chanhee's chair to wrap your hands around his shoulders. Smiling when he feels your presence behind him, he just continues to play his game. Playing a sweet kiss on his cheek, you lean your head against his temple, averting your attention to the screen.

"What"

"Nothing. Just trying to see what's so interesting in the game."

Lifting your head to look at him for a moment, you bend down and press your nose to his neck. Giggling at your action, Chani is about to protest when he freezes in his spot. Playing tiny pecks of admiration on his neck repeatedly, you close your eyes happy to be in his warmth.

"Stop! " Chani exclaims in surprise, pausing the game.

Opening your eyes at this sudden outburst, you look at him with curious eyes. "Why?"

"Do you- Are you- ah.... " Gulping he is at a loss for words. Staring at your with wide eyes he just opens and closes his mouth.

Blinking you giggle at his flush state, not really catching what's going on in his mind. "I'm gonna make myself a snack. When you decide what and how you want to tell me, I'll be ready." You laugh exiting the room, leaving a very dumbfolded Chani in your wake.

[mizunetzu]

wait okay i have so many ideas you have no clue- okay so basically y/n is too scared to confess to either ushijima or shinsou (you decide lol) so he just puts love notes in his locker :)) but ushijima/shinsou catches him one day so he teases him about it but he liked y/n too so he lowkey confesses and its super fluffy i- 🥺🥺 i've had this idea for so long but i have no clue where to start writing it myself lolll

Guess who...took 4 months...to do Mr. Shinsoussimps request...not me...ahahaha...what are you talking about...BUT ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY MR SHINSOU PLS TAKE THIS FIC AS MY APOLOGIES

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Ushijima x reader - Secret Admirer Love Letter-kun!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns- male, he/him

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(Y/n’s) hands shook as he traced the linings of his love letter.

It had a red, heart-shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Ushijima-san’ written in royal purple across the back. The letter had slight crinkles from the shaky grip (Y/n) held it with.

His heart raced purely thinking about how Ushijima would react. Would he even react? Or would he just look at him with that blank stare and walk past him? Would he be ridiculed for being a man giving a love letter to another man?

Every single intrusive thought made (Y/n) want to tear up the letter and flush it down a toilet. Nonetheless, he stood next to Ushijima’s locker, waiting for him to appear.

His legs shook. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. He could physically feel the sweat running down his forehead. He was probably gaining stares from other students for standing near Ushijima’s locker and panicking silently.

All these ‘what-if’s’ was beginning to make (Y/n) second-guess his decision. Maybe he couldn’t do this after all...

No! He had to! He’s been harboring his feelings for Ushijima for years now, and he was getting nowhere! Even if it was rejection, and he certainly hoped it was not, he needed an answer!

Just as if right on cue, (Y/n) heard the familiar deep voice of Ushijima coming down the hall. He wasn’t saying much, but the accompanied grunts of acknowledgement to Tendou’s ramblings was enough proof it was him. Without thinking, (Y/n’s) panic took over him, shoving his love letter into Ushijima’s locker and dashing out of the way.

He blended himself in with the gaggle of students near their lockers, watching Ushijima as he opened his own locker.

“Ara?” Tendou cocked his head when the letter (Y/n) slipped in fluttered out. It landed on the floor gracefully. Ushijima bent over and plucked it off the ground.

“Our Wakatoshi~kun has a secwet admiwer?” Tendou squashed his face together and boared curious eyes into the heart-shaped sticker on the note. Ushijima grunted.

“It seems to be a love letter.” Ushijima’s low voice sent even more panic through (Y/n). He didn’t want to be there while he opened the letter. But here he was, 10 feet away from him as he carefully peeled off the heart sticker from the envelope.

Ushijima’s eyes silently scanned the letter, it’s meticulous, thought-out writing filling Ushijima’s eyes. The silence rang so, so loud to (Y/n), as he watched Ushijima read his love letter with his emotionless face.

After what seemed like forever, Ushijima lifted his head up from the note. (Y/n’s) heart stopped.

“It is a love letter.” (Y/n), and Tendou, deadpanned.

Tendou reached for the letter. “Fiiiiine, then let me see-!”

Ushijima pulled the letter away, raising it above his head and out of Tendou’s easy reach. He lowered the letter and cradled it to his chest.

“No. It’s mine.”

(Y/n’s) heart fluttered. Could this mean-?

“But it does, however, have no name.”

“Awh. Poor Wakatoshi-kun’s admirer must be rewwy shy~”

(Y/n) internally facepalmed. Of course he forgot to sign the note! Why wouldn’t he?! (Y/n) crinkled up his nose. He was still determined to get his feelings to Ushijima.

He turned around, and walked to class. The next day, for sure, he was going to give him a love letter with his signature on it this time.

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(Y/n) stared down at his paper, then shifted his eyes to the alarm clock sitting tauntingly at his dorm room’s desk, with the bright red numbers 10:35 pm glaring so menacingly at him. Like it was telling him to hurry up and sign the new love letter he just wrote. (Y/n) re-read the letter on his desk for the 6th time that night.

Everything was perfect. It explained his feelings perfectly, explained how long he’d been smitten for him for, hell, he even doodled a small picture of Ushijima himself with a heart next to it in the corner of the page.

Everything was there, except his name.

Did he really want to put his name, though? I mean, (Y/n) saw how...endearing Ushiwaka’s face looked reading his original letter. What if he ruined that when he finds out it was him who wrote it? And not some cute girl?

(Y/n) stared at the empty space on the page where his name was supposed to go. His hand gripped his pencil tighter than he should’ve, and began to write.

‘(L/n) (Y/...’

He stopped. (Y/n) thought about it for awhile, then grabbed his eraser and scrubbed at the name until it was pristine white again.

‘Your secret admirer’

Was all he wrote.

He packaged up the note in another small envelope, pressed a cute little heart sticker to the flap, and went to bed.

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The next day, (Y/n) made sure to rush to school early to slip the note in his locker. He wanted to see his reaction to his new note. It made him feel sorta high. What kind of face would he make? Would he be delighted? He hoped he would.

(Y/n) crammed the note into Ushiwaka’s locker. No one was around. Good. No one saw him shove the letter through, therefore no one could tell Ushijima it was him. (Y/n) sighed contently, and timpered off somewhere secluded, but somewhere he could still see Ushijima and his locker.

After scrolling on his phone for what seemed like an hour, he heard Tendou’s familiar voice, humming a strange song and trailing next to Ushijima. It was his daily indicator that Ushijima was near. If he could hear Tendou coming, almost 100% Ushijima would be there too. (Y/n) pocketed his phone quickly and peeked behind a row of lockers.

Ushijima silently unhinged his locker, listening to Tendou talk. However, they fell silent when another letter fluttered out from his locker, this time landing so perfectly in his hands.

“Ara ara? Another note from Admirer-chan?”

“Yes. But I know it’s a boy, Tendou.”

(Y/n’s) heart dropped. He watched as Ushiwaka peeled off the heart sticker once more, while continuing his conversation with Tendou.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Ushijima stopped, and reached into his locker once more. He pulled out (Y/n’s) previous note, and pointed to a line of text scribbled on there so neatly. Tendou raised his eyebrow, and leaned down to inspect the note.

‘-Besides, there’s no way someone as amazing as you can like a guy like me. It’s weird right? I hope you don’t think it’s weird. But I wouldn’t blame you.’

“Ahhhh~ makes sense...” Tendou hooked his arms dramatically over the back of his head. “But do you? Does Wakatoshi-kun think Secret Admirer-kun is weird?”

Ushijima traced the two love letters with his eyes. “I think he’s brave.”

(Y/n) clutched his tightening chest. It suddenly became really hard to breathe. How was Ushijima being so unintentionally sweet?

Tendou cooed. “Awwww, Is our Wakatoshi-kun catching feelings for his Admirer-kun?”

Ushijima folded the two notes back into their envelopes silently. He said nothing to Tendou’s remarks, while gently placing the two love letters back into a safe spot in his locker.

(Y/n) brisk-walked away, flustered, before he could hear his answer.

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Writing notes and hiding them in Ushijima’s locker became a sort of habit for (Y/n) in the past few weeks.

Every now and then, he’d write a short love letter signed “Your Secret Admirer” or “Admirer-kun” and slip it under Ushijima’s dorm room door or the cracks between his locker. It became an addiction of watching him unravel the note with the tenderness of an angel. For such a big dude, he held each love letter (Y/n) wrote him with such delicacy.

(Y/n) walked with a pep in his step as he arrived to the school building early, like he’d usually been doing. He’d recently been writing small letters, playground compliments like “I think you look nice today!” or “the way you play volleyball gets me all fired up!” but this was the first time in a while he wrote a good chunk of his feelings out.

At first he thought he would make Ushijima uncomfortable, but after many of his personal notes filled with the most wonderful explanations of his feelings, or rambling about dates he’d like to take him on, he’s grown more comfortable with it. Especially after seeing the teeny tiny, barely noticeable blush tinting his cheeks as he read them.

(Y/n) stopped in front of Ushiwaka’s locker. It was a familiar stop, after cramming in letter after letter inside for about a month or two now. It’s been so long that (Y/n) couldn’t even remember himself.

Just as his hand met with the cold metal locker to slip the note in, two hands slammed down on (Y/n’s) shoulders, effectively scaring him shitless.

“I’ve caught you! Secret admirer-kun!”

“Uwaaaah!”

Tendou made a show of flamboyantly pointing his lanky fingers at (Y/n), bending his back father then (Y/n) knew was possible in the process. (Y/n) jittered, swinging his hands in front of him while stuttering incoherently.

“I-it-its not-! It’s not wh-what it-! T-the letter-I was just-I-!”

“There’s no use for it now, Secret-Admirer (L/n)-kun! You’ve been caught red handed!” Tendou stuck his tongue out heartily while (Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. If Tendou kept yelling the whole damn school would hear him.

“I-I’m not the one leaving notes in Ushijima-kun’s locker! I was just-!”

“Oya? Then how did you know Wakatoshi-kun was gettin’ notes in his locker in the first place?” Tendou eyed him down half jokingly. (Y/n) sputtered.

“More importantly...” Tendou dramatically pointed to the envelope half-sticking out from the slits of Ushijima’s locker. “Whaaaaats that!?”

“That’s-!”

There was no use fighting Tendou on this. (Y/n) deflated, defeated and grasping on to the wall of lockers for support. “Uuuuu...”

“So, Secret Admirer-“

“S-stop calling me that! Just (L/n) is fine-!”

“-Secret Admirer-kun, what made you fancy our lovely Wakatoshi-kun?”

(Y/n) turned around, facing the locker as Tendou smiled his usual, Tendou-grin. (Y/n) didn’t wanna look at Tendou and his stupid knowing smirk.

“He’s just...I dunno, he’s just so-cool...and stuff...and he’s so nice...looking...”

“Ah, such sophisticated words-tell me, do you write all of this down in the letters you give him?”

“Hey!” (Y/n) whipped his head around.

Tendou chuckled, and part of (Y/n) wanted to smack him upside the head. Tendous laughter eventually died down, as he pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek. He looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing profusely and had his arms crossed.

“Phew...haha...” Tendou cleared his throat. He pointed straight at (Y/n). “Now, here’s some ultra wise words from Satori-sama!” He mimicked a fake drum roll on his lap, before pointing at (Y/n) again.

“Ja-jun~! You should Wakatoshi-kun how you feel about him!”

(Y/n’s) heart got stuck in his throat. “A-are you crazy! I could never! I-I’m not...I’m not...I’m scared..”

“Hm? But you’re not scared to write about how much you wanna kiss him alllllllll oveeeeeer-?”

“That’s different!” (Y/n) yelled, more quietly this time. He turned back to the locker, and tipped the rest of the note in sticking out inside the slit. The note disappeared through the gap, just like all of its predecessors. “Like this, I can tell him how much I love him without him knowing it was from me! What if he’s disappointed it’s me and not some other dude?”

“I’m veeeeeery sure he won’t be. But suit yourself, I guess.” Tendou shrugged. He turned around and left, but not before saying,

“But you’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.”

“Wait-what does that mea-“

(Y/n) looked back, only to find Tendou gone. (Y/n) stood there, perplexed, before dashing off to his own locker, so he wouldn’t be spotted near Ushijima’s.

——

Everyday when (Y/n) went to slip another note into Ushiwaka’s locker, Tendou’s words would ring in his mind.

‘You’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.’

He knew that. He knew that but he couldn’t stop himself from cowardly slipping notes into Ushijima’s locker, just to run and take cover as he opened them up. And one time he could swear Tendou was looking right at him in his hiding spot when Ushijima was reading one of his letter.

(Y/n) shook the thoughts from his head. That happened 3 days ago, and nothing happened. Tendou was probably just trying to scare him into telling him. Yeah. There’s no way anyone could’ve found out about him being Ushijima’s secret admirer.

He huffed and strode up to Ushijima’s locker, just like he did every time before that. No one was in the hallway. There was no footsteps, at least to (Y/n’s) knowledge, and Tendou wasn’t around with his booming voice. If (Y/n) could hear Tendou coming, chances are Ushijima was not too far behind.

Tendou wasn’t there. (Y/n) was safe. He smiled and rose the letter up to the slot in Ushijima’s locker. He slowly crammed the note in, slowly, slowly until-

Slam!

A large, calloused hand slammed against the locker, making (Y/n) jolt up in surprise. (Y/n’s) heart stopped beating. He felt someone lean against his ear, and then they whispered:

“So Tendou was right. You were the one leaving the letters in my locker.”

“Ushijima-kun-!”

(Y/n) whipped his head around by the speed of lightning, pressing himself against the locker wall as if he’d disappear into it. Stupid fucking Tendou! Of course he’d tell Ushijima!

Ushiwaka didn’t move from his spot in front of (Y/n). His arm outstretched on the wall beside (Y/n) didn’t falter either, making him blush even more. God, he wanted to disappear.

The letter, now hidden crudely behind (Y/n) sweaty back, was being smushed as he tried shrinking in on himself.

“I-I-“ (Y/n’s) mouth ran dry. “It’s not what it looks like-!”

“Hm.” Ushijima’s deep voice manage to startle (Y/n), despite being right infront of him. God, he was close. So close. He’s too close. Oh god, why is he so close?

Ushijima suddenly grabbed (Y/n’s) hand, making him sputter in surprise as Ushijima pulled it out gently. A letter with a red heart sticker on the flap was wedged in between (Y/n’s) shaky, sweaty fingers. Ushijima looked at the envelope, while (Y/n) averted his embarrassed eyes.

“...But it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Words perished in (Y/n’s) throat. If the locker would just open up and swallow him whole, now was the time.

Ushiwaka plucked the note out of (Y/n’s) hands, ignoring the small protests of (Y/n) himself. He tried to grab for the letter, but Ushijima held the envelope high above his head and grabbed at (Y/n’s) shivering wrists. (Y/n) squeaked.

“...why are you trying to grab it back if this letter was meant for me in the first place?” Ushijima looked oblivious to (Y/n’s) embarrassment. (Y/n) croaked. He didn’t even register what Ushiwaka said with how strong and warm his grip on his wrists were.

He didn’t realize Ushijima managed to peel off the heart sticker and fish out the note with his hand until he started reading the letter. His eyes scanned the words, even when (Y/n) quietly squirmed protestingly in his grasp.

“Mm.” Ushijima hummed. (Y/n’s) eyes widened when he realized what he wrote in today’s note.

‘Y’know, I think you’re really cool with how you’re so dedicated to your club. But maybe...one day we could grab a bite to eat after your club activities? Just you and me? And maybe if I’m lucky enough I just might get a kiss from the amazing Ushijima Wakatoshi-kun~’

(Y/n) wanted no more but to die then and there. Ushijima looked at (Y/n) with an unreadable gaze.

“Ah. So it seems in today’s letter, you would like to go out for food and kiss. I am free after club activities today at 6. Are you free at that time or must we reschedule?”

(Y/n) met Ushijima’s state with a confused face. He said nothing-he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was muster up a weak “w-wha..?”

“So...you are not free today...?” Ushijima’s face was normal, but he gave off the same vibe a sad, kicked puppy would. It was sorta cute. (Y/n) waved his hands around frantically in Ushijima’s grasp.

“N-no! That’s not it! I-I’m free! I’m totally free! I just-“

“You just what?” Ushijima cocked his head to the side bluntly. (Y/n) opened his mouth to say something, but let it clamp shut quietly.

(Y/n) averted his gaze. “Well...you don’t think it’s...weird that I was the one leaving you love letters?”

“But I already knew you were a man in the first place.”

“Still!” Ushijima was genuinely confused. (Y/n’s) voice died down a bit.

“Aren’t you...y’know...disappointed?”

Ushijima’s gaze never left (Y/n’s) eyes. “Why would I be disappointed?”

“I’m...w-well...it’s just...”

Ushiwaka placed his free hand on the other side of (Y/n’s) face, effectively trapping him in between his arms. Ushijima’s heavy gaze was too much to bear. (Y/n) instinctively averted his gaze away.

“You still haven’t given me a valid reason to be disappointed.”

“I-“

“You’re lovely, I believe you are very attractive, and you leave nice letters of encouragement in my locker everyday.”

“Wait-“

“I believe we both have feelings for each other. Therefore, I do not see why you are so hesitant on just doing what today’s lovely note said.”

“Ushi-“

“Is this just an excuse to turn me down? Were the letters not your true feelings? Because if so you just have to say so-“

“Ushijima-kun!”

(Y/n) rasped out between his fingers. He was covering his blushing face, and Ushijima didn’t know why until he realized his face was centimeters away from (Y/n’s). If it weren’t for (Y/n’s) hands cupping his face, they’d probably be able to kiss with one push closer.

“P-ple-please s-step back...”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Ushijima moved back, but didn’t quite move his arms from their positions on either side of (Y/n). He blinked. Silence engulfed them both, Ushijima bluntly staring at (Y/n) as he blushed and blushed into his hands.

Ushijima figured he should say something, and even open his mouth to speak when (Y/n) suddenly piped up, bringing his hands down from his face.

“I-I’m free...at 6...”

Ushijima blinked again.

“Ah. Today?”

“Yeah..!”

“Lovely. It is decided then. Will you wait for me at the gym after practice? If not I can pick you up from your dorm room.”

(Y/n) fought the urge to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming or not. “I-I can meet you at the gym!”

Ushijima smiled gently, and that’s probably the first time (Y/n’s) seen him smile ever. It was so coaxing, relaxed and warm, (Y/n) wanted to take of picture of it and just stare at it for days. Ushijima let his hands fall to his sides. Not before giving a pat to (Y/n’s) head.

“It is decided then. It’s a date.”

(Y/n) had to remind himself to thank Tendou later.

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Lowkey this was so fun to write~ why don’t y’all leave some love in the comments because of that~~?

[gaeasun]

For Febuwhump: How long has it been? And Echo! :)

Lasts Long Passed

I don't think anyone's ever requested Echo from me before so thank you! It was fun to write. I couldn't pick just one scene though so I wrote multiple little ones.

All troopers were used to thunder and lightning. CT-1409 was no exception. But today they had learned about explosives, all the damage they could do to droids, organics, and their surroundings. The images from flash training hung in his mind.

He felt like he’d been in his pod forever. Shaking with each strike of lightning and desperate for the ignorance of sleep.

Another strike, and CT-1409 bolted.

He climbed up a few rungs, smacked the opening button, dove in, and hit the close before the other occupant could get a sleep-addled word out.

Inside the pod, CT-1409 felt much safer. Instead of being rattled against his bare mat, he shoved himself against his brother and let the storm shake their small bodies together.

He heard a huff, and a sigh, before arms pulled him closer against his brother.

“The training?” CT-5555 asked, sending little puffs of warmth and humidity into CT-1409’s hair. It tickled. He liked it.

“The training,” he confirmed. “Can I stay?”

“‘F course,” CT-5555 mumbled, already close to sleep again. “Night.”

“Night,” CT-1409 echoed back, and followed his brother into sleep.

******

For all that he was named Echo, Fives always did a pretty good job of repeating the thoughts knocking around in his head.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it,” Fives murmured. Even though every cold blank wall of Kamino was the same, he stared at them with the intensity of someone trying to understand a piece of art.

“A long while.” So long, they’d actually had their brothers with them. Their batchmates. Sometimes they didn’t even feel real anymore, like they’d been from some separate life.

Echo watched the other clones pass by, those who had Hevy and Cutup and Droidbait’s faces, and tried to find comfort.

*****

One moment stretched out for an eternity.

Bolts flew over his head. The ship exploded and burned. Echo burned.

But none of it hurt more than the sheer panic written all over Fives.

I’m sorry vod. Ret’urcye mhi.

*****

He was cold. Everything ached; froze and burned. He’d been here forever and a year.

The walls shook and ARC-1409 couldn’t help but reflexively think it was supposed to mean something. There was something he needed to do.

Whatever it was, it lay just out of reach.

*****

give user identification.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him that. Who was he? He didn’t really remember anymore. It didn’t matter.

The four letter code was sent off, and he returned to his torpor.

*****

Echo thumbed through the little book. He still didn’t know where Tech had gotten his hands on it, but he was grateful for it anyways. It gave him a little practice with his left hand, not that scoring small straight lines was too much work.

The first page was the worst. Shaky little squiggles, some breaking off into small tears in the flimsi. Some were etched several pages deep. The entire first page was crisp and stained, the way flimsi got when it was water damaged.

But there was progress. The lines got straighter. The water marks grew fewer and farther between, and less marks went through the page.

He flipped to the last page and scored two more lines. He’d been too busy, too much in pain to take the time. That was ok.

“What’s that?”

A lifetime of training was apparently just enough to keep him from snapping the stylus, but not enough to keep him aware of his vod’ika coming in. He needed to do better.

He showed Omega some of the latter pages. “They’re marks. Each one is a day.”

“What do they mean?” Her eyes, as always, were bright with determination and curiosity. Like another sibling Echo was remembering.

“Have I told you about my brother Fives?”

*****

They hadn’t met Rex in a while. But finally their paths crossed again, and Echo was glad.

Eventually, Rex finished talking business with Hunter and came to Echo.

“Vod’ika,” he greeted, as his etched lines of pain softened.

Echo chuckled lowly. “I haven’t been a vod’ika in a long time.”

“I know.” Rex pulled him into a hug. In spite of himself, Echo leaned his head on Rex’s shoulder and let his eyes burn.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Rex whispered. “You’ve always deserved better than this, Echo.”

Echo buried his face in Rex’s shoulder and tried to believe.

[nyxxhexx]

🌷 April Tarotscopes Readings 🌷

Happy April! Read these tarotscopes for your sun, moon, rising, and Venus signs to see what this month has in store for you 🌫️



Aries

Two of Swords, Reversed

You already know the decision you need to make. You've been pulled between these two choices for a while now, but you've been too afraid to make the one you want to make. The way is clear for change now. No matter how afraid you are, you need to make the decision now or you will find yourself trapped and unhappy in your current situation. Make the choice. Create the change. It's time.



Taurus

The Tower

Big change is coming to you this April, but don't panic. So often the premature panic surrounding the appearance of the Tower card is what does most of the damage. Submit to the change; when things fall apart, it's only so something new can be rebuilt. Big things are coming your way, but your life doesn't have room for them all without clearing out some of the old. Change is good. Change is a natural part of life, so let everything go so you can rebuild something greater.



Gemini

Justice

All that is meant to be will be. All that is meant to pass will pass. You will get what you deserve, one way or another - and you deserve good things. No matter your circumstance, you deserve good things. Just make sure you continue to be deserving of them. Justice is a double-edged sword; lashing out at others unfairly in the meantime won't do you any favors (and might cut much needed ties). You're on the right path, so trust that you will receive what you deserve. Good things will come your way; just wait.



Cancer

King of Pentacles

The wealth you need is coming. It may not come in the expected way, but it is coming. Abundance is yours; peace is yours. Claim it. You will have what you need and more, whether that's through an actual influx of cash this month or the beginning of a new relationship that provides stability. Either way, this month, everything starts to change for you. There will still be struggle down the road, but this is the beginning of the quality of life change you've so desperately needed. Accept it with open arms when it comes.



Leo

Page of Pentacles

Your path isn't over; in fact, it's just beginning. That may feel overwhelming, but see it for what it is: a blank slate of new opportunity. You have the potential for so much growth. You can create this new life for yourself from what you have already been given, so trust the path. Growth is necessary to proceed, so take a quiet moment to ask yourself: What's next? What can be changed, and what needs to be left behind? Abandoning part of yourself may seem terrifying, but in the end, it'll all be worth it. Start your new beginning with joy for what's to come.



Virgo

Six of Wands

This message for you is incredibly urgent: Stop second guessing yourself, or you might find yourself faced with the unintended consequences of your own self-doubt. You are finding success on your path; who cares how other people define it as long as you, yourself, are happy? Trust your instincts. Charge forward with power and faith in what you're doing; nothing can get in your way but yourself.



Libra

Knight of Swords

The time for talking is over; the time for action is now. What's the point of talk if you don't back it up? You can't claim one thing and behave completely contrary to that. That's falsehood, not balance. Keeping the peace doesn't mean taking the path of least resistance, it means doing what's right even when it's hard. Do what's right. Shift your path accordingly; this is your sign for change.



Scorpio

Nine of Wands

You've just begun, and already you're burning out. Don't worry, though: you're far more resilient than even you realize. You have the strength to push through, so finish this out. And whatever you do, don't take on any more projects - you have more than enough on your plate as it is! Finish out what you have before you go back for seconds. I promise there will be time for everything you want to accomplish, so there's no need to rush it all at once. Take your time and finish strong; then, you'll be more than ready to move on to the next chapter. Getting ahead of yourself will only overcomplicate things.



Sagittarius

Queen of Wands

There's a lot of anxiety here, but what's its root? Have more confidence in yourself on this. Trust that you know how to get things done. You already have the inner drive and fire to complete your goals, so what's making you falter? If it's lack of confidence in yourself, it's time to find it; if it's lack of confidence in those around you, maybe you need to change your inner circle. Either way, you know the way forward - all that's left is to take it. Trust yourself; you know what to do next. You've already gotten things started. All that's left is to finish it out.



Capricorn

Eight of Pentacles

You're working so hard towards your goals; don't let up now! You've put in the time and careful, delicate effort towards this, so don't back out at the last second just because you're worried it might not be all you hoped. You're moving towards even better things, so keep working. You'll get there sooner than you think, but if you stop too soon, you might find yourself stopping just short of all you've ever wanted. Keep working; you're almost there!



Aquarius

Five of Cups, Reversed

It's okay to mourn; just remember that not everything is lost forever. There's always a chance to recover what you lost in some form or another. Things don't have to be as they once were. So often, change is for the better, so don't be afraid to take a couple steps back to move forward once more. Remember all you've learned, but don't let the ghost of the past hang over you as you move forward. Change the meaning of the words and find what is forgotten once more.



Pisces

Three of Cups

All will be well. You're going to find the community you've been searching for this April, so open yourself up to the chance to meet new people. Let yourself feel faith in others once more; yes, you've been hurt, but remember that everyone has. Everyone has their own demons. They are no less because of it, and neither are you. Search for function in a friend group rather than perfection. Shallow relationships have their time and place, but that's not what you need right now. Release all that, and look for something real.

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[gay-salt-amber]

Kitten had a bad day

TW: panic attacks, (swearing prolly)

General content warning: Gay, platonic Levken, mentioned Bokuakakuroken, Yuri on ice x Haikyuu, NB kenma

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●Kenma pov●

Today... Todays class is going to be rough on me. Its not anybody's fault, that's obvious enough, Its my fault if anything. Overworking is a bad thing to do a lot, I know this, hell I've sent Kuroo and Akaashi articles on why NOT to overwork. But, it seems I'm a hypocrite today. I turned 16 recently, meaning I'm in the senior figure skating division. Such a shift can cause anyone to over-work, perfecting jumps, steps, etc.

Today, the effects are really starting to ware on me, currently I'm sitting in class working on a English assignment. Typically I breeze right through them, since I grew up around people like Leo and Otabek who spoke English well so I know what is on the paper infront of me quite well. I should of had this done in five minutes flat, but all I can do is stare at a blank page, thinking about all the mess ups I made during practice and how I should go to the rink by myself and practice then. The thoughts get overwhelming at times but at the same time, I don't really want to be the one in a family with world-record breakers and not at least have won a gold in a senior competition. While it will cause sleep to leave me, I also know that the skating season doesn't last forever and after the grand prix I can rest for a while and breathe. I know my parents wouldn't approve, especially Yurio who has always insisted I rest.

The bells sudden ringing and the teachers loud shout of goodbyes nearly made me jump out of my own skin. It was lunch, meaning I could be alone for the first time that day. Maybe I could take a nap or something during the half hour we get to eat. Some of the team would use that time for practice but I would much rather play my game or sleep. I didn't pack anything for lunch today anyway since I assumed I wouldn't be hungry, and I was right, tiredness was eating at me if anything. While I was walking to the roof to rest, my phone dinged, 'Who's texting me now? Isn't everyone busy?' I thought.

I opened it and read the message, my sight was a little blurry due to the lack of sleep and the light was giving me a slight headache but it was fine. The message read:

"Do you wanna eat with me? I'm outside by that tree you sit at a lot!"

I grinned and texted back that I'd be there and walked down the stairs and out the front door, as I looked I spotted Lev quickly. His tall figure and silver hair quite easy to identify. Lev and I had been friends for years, we were raised together, with our parents being really close. Although, I give him a hard time during volleyball practice, I truly do care for the younger middle blocker. Right when I reached his line of sight his arms waved frantically in the air, "Kenma! Over here!" He called

"Coming!" I called back.

I quickly reached Lev's side who was sipping out of a water bottle when I got to him. He was in his practice clothes for figure skating, he was probably going to practice after school with me. I let out a yawn when I sat down, which caused Lev to remove the bottle from his lips,

"You tired?" He asked

Him saying that just made me feel sleepier, "Yeah, practice has been getting to me a bit."

He smiled lightly, "Do you want me to do anything? To help I mean."

I groaned, embarrassed, "Uh.. Can I just lay on your lap and rest?"

Lev's smile grew, it was bright enough to put Shoyo's smile to shame, "Of course!"

"Do you want me to run my hands through your hair too?" His tone wasn't jokey, he was being genuine which I appreciated.

I nodded as my head slowly lowered to the Russian first years lap. It didn't take long for my eyes to close and for his hands to slowly rake through my hair, this was something we did all the time but it always made me red.

"Don't overwork ok? I know you feel the need to but its not good for you, Kenma-san!"

I chuckled, "Don't worry, once the grand prix is over, I'll relax, ok?"

Lev seemed like he wanted to say more but he stayed quiet as he sat his hand across my chest, like a safety belt almost. I relaxed and dozed off on Lev's lap for the rest of rest of the time

20 minutes later--

When I awoke I felt a light tapping on my shoulder, it was Lev, "Sorry for waking you early but I didn't want for you to miss the bell or something!" I groaned at his words and tried to go back to sleep with Lev trying to keep me awake until the bell rang, signaling for me to get my ass to history and Lev to head to math class, classes we both despised. However, the class was going to be shortened today according to the teacher, so that's nice I guess. Me and Lev parted ways once we entered,

Lev waved back to me "Have a good class! See you during practice Kenma-san!"

"Cya." As soon as I said that, Lev disappeared.

When I stepped foot into my history class my mood dipped back to its prior state from before lunch, moody, tired and just wanting to leave. Once I sat down, I got out my phone and airpods and tried to space out the teachers yelling and nonsense since it was stuff that we already went over on our notes. Everything was going well, I was writing down what was on the board, taking down notes, etc, etc. This may not be bad afterall, I wonder if Lev is having a more difficult time in his math class, since he hates that subject about as much as I hate history.

Taking down notes has been easy so far, while I was writing however, the music I was listening to cut off. The sudden boom in voices around me made me jump and made me nervous. I checked my phones notifications which informed me that my airpods were indeed dead. Which would be fine, that is if my anxiety wasn't spiking and if I wasn't running on about 30 minutes of sleep today! I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure and relax, which isnt working but it was worth a shot.

The bell rung and I got up from my seat, grabbed my stuff and exited, only to be met by a loud boom, "KENMA!" I flinched from the sudden noise and turned to see one of my boyfriends, Kuroo leaning on the wall waiting for me

He walked up to me, holding out his hand which I happily took, "How was class?"

"Boring."

"Well lets get to practice then." Kuroo started dragging me to the gym

"Hey y'know I can walk."

Kuroo didn't answer so we just walked in comfortable silence, Lev and Yaku, his boyfriend eventually walked with us we shared light conversations until we reached the gym. We went into the locker room and changed into our practice clothes, wheeled out the volleyball cart, put the net up and started practice.

I couldn't even stand on the court for ten minutes before I said, "I need to sit down."

Kuroos face grew concerned, along with the rest of the Nekoma team, "Are you feeling ok?" He asked as he walked me over to the bench.

"I'm fine I just need to rest."

"Alright, let me know if you need anything." With that, Kuroo ran back onto the court to hit volleyballs back and forth with the others.

I took sips of my water and tried to relax but I couldn't my mind was running laps but my body was tired. Thoughts whirled, 'Should I call Yakov and tell him I need to take a day off? He'll blow up in my face for not resting! Do I go into practice and get yelled at for being tired?! What do I do.." Can my mind just stop?!

The sound of the volleyballs slamming and the yelling coming from the others is growing to be too much, my emotions haven't been good all day but now, they're worse. They're in overdrive. The sounds soon grew louder and louder to a point where I can't drown them out, without thinking tears started streaming down my face. I tried to stop them but they just kept coming and the more I tried to stop them the harder they ran down my face. Shibayama, our first year libero was the first one to notice and run over.

He sat down next to me and softly asked, "Kenma? Are you ok?"

All I could do was shake my head as the tears formed waterfalls, "Kenma! Honey, are you ok? What can I do to help?" Kuroos voice only made me flinch and did nothing to help which was strange because it typically did when I had emotion overload like this.

For what seemed like hours there were people constantly trying to comfort me but nothing was working, I just needed to cry it all out.

●Lev pov●

"Sorry dad! I have to go, I'll be there at practice today!" I was on the phone with my dad Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki

"Alright, alright. I'll stop pestering you now! Have a good day at volleyball practice and don't bug Kozume too much!"

"I'll try, bye dad! Love you!"

"Love you too Lyovochka" With that, the call was over and I walked into the locker room and got changed.

The locker room was empty by the time I entered, "Crap Yaku-sans gonna be so mad!" I said to myself, worried. When I got my bag open I realized something.. I grabbed my figure skating bag instead! Shit! I sighed and rolled with it. I put on my black training shirt and pants, put the stuff in a locker and left.

Once I entered the gym, everyone was focused on practicing and Kenma was sitting on a bench, alone. I don't know why but I'm going to stay behind and make sure they're ok. I know they're tired so, I wonder if they're just exhausted. Regardless, I quietly slumped to the ground, got out my phone and listened to music, in plain sight of the others who I am sure will scold me for this later. I got to space out for the first time in a while, I enjoy just being able to listen to music and relax, all the practice is tiring and even the best figure skaters and volley ball players need breaks every now and then.

Kenma still isn't looking very well, I took an earbud out and scooted closer, not enough for them to notice, not to be creepy, I just wanna make sure they're ok. The fake blonde setters breathing was getting more uneven and they were playing with their fingers which over the years I have grown to learn that was something they did when they were panicky and needed to do something with their hands. They were drinking their water though which seemed to help a little bit. Not much, but a little. A few minutes later, I saw tears streaming down their face.

●3rd person●

Everyone on the Nekoma was trying to comfort Kenma. Shibayama, Inuoka, Kuroo, Yaku, Kai, everybody. But, despite their best efforts nothing worked. After a few minutes, the half Russian self declared ace of the team perked his head up and saw the tears streaming down like rain on Kenma's face. Upon seeing this, Lev turned off his music, put his phone into his pocket and walked up to the teams 3rd year libero, Morisuke Yaku,

"Hey, Mori?" He whispered

Yaku turned to him, "Whats up Lev? We're trying to take care of Kenma here."

"Can you do me a favor and get me my bag?"

"Cant you get it yourself?" He scoffed

"I want you to step away from this for a second, take a breath, y'know?" Lev explained

Yaku rolled his eyes but walked to the locker room and got Lev's bad anyway. When he got back, Lev was still keeping a close eye on their setter, his face grew worried as the situation didn't get better.

Yaku shoved the bag onto Lev, "Here's your bag, titan."

Lev grinned and slowly walked over to Kenma, the others saw him and stood up from the bench so he could sit and try and comfort them.

"No offense, Lev, I don't think you'll be able to comfort Kenma. I mean they don't really like you much."

"We'll see." After that, Lev payed the comment no mind, he didn't care. Nobody really knew how close Kenma and Lev actually were after all. well at least nobody from this team did.

At the sight of Lev, Kenma relaxed.

●Lev pov●

Kenma looked relax at the sight of me, that's good. Although I'm sure it surprise the team a bit.

"Hey, Kenma, what's wrong?" I asked quietly

Kenma tried to wipe their eyes, "I-I don't know, I just started crying and I cant stop.."

I grabbed my bag and slung it onto the bench, "Can I try something, Kenma?"

They nodded, "Go ahead."

I slowly unzipped my bag and got out my laptop and a pair of headphones, this made the rest of the team (especially Kuroo) crowd around me to see what I was doing.

My eyes then lit up when I found the video file I wanted, "Ah there it is!"

Kenma's head perked up, "What?"

I raised the earbuds to above his head and said, "Can I put these on you?"

Kenma nodded, which made me smile. Then, I hit play on the video. The video was titled, "XXX Cup, Men's free-skate, Russia, 2XXX". Their eyes lit up instantly when the video started playing, Michele Chrispino of Italy taking the ice first. When I turned around, the teams eyes were wide as Kenma's tears started to fade.

Kuroos face was all types of confused, "How did you do that?!"

I rubbed hand on my neck in embarrassment, "I've always helped them like this! It's just familiar to them so its comforting."

"I didn't know they were into that stuff." Yaku chimed in

"Yeah, they've liked it since they were a kid."

Kai's head then popped into view, "Not gonna lie, I'm curious on what's going on in the video."

Upon hearing that I tapped Kenma on the shoulder who promptly slid one of the headset ears off to listen, "Do you mind if the others listen to it too?"

Kenma let out a noise of agreement and unplugged the headset and turned it up. The announcers voice was loud, "Next up is Kenjiro Minami-Altin Plisetsky of Japan!" Under his breath he said something that made us all chuckle, "Man that's a mouthful of a name." At the announcement of their dads name the setter started acting all giddy and happy, clapping their hands together and moving from side to side,

These things caused me to snicker, "You've seen this performance a thousand times."

Kenma's voice then dropped to a whisper, "He's one of my dads, I'd be happy to see his skate anytime."

I chuckled, and went back to watching again, Minami's theme for that season was 'punk' which is quite contrasting to his sunflower personality but, anyone could admit that the skating was amazing, along with the outfit and music that was made especially for that program. However, JJ was on afterwards. Me and Kenma let out a groan of disappointment and hatred towards the Canadian skater and promptly skipped it.

"Hey! Why'd you skip that?" Yaku exclaimed

"Hes a dick, that's why." Me and Kenma both said in unison

After a while, I turned away from the screen and walked over to my libero boyfriend, gave him a kiss on the head and said, "I'll be back in a bit dear, I need to make a call real fast!" Yaku's turned back, cheeks still full of blush, kissed my nose, then wished me luck and let me leave the gym. Right when I got out there, I instantly opened my call app.

My eyes quickly grazed through the contacts in my 'Skater family list'. After a few seconds I scrolled down to the 'O' section and hit call on Otabek Altin's contact... Well I guess his name is Otabek Minami-Altin-Plisetsky now. Meh, not like it matters now, I can change that contact name later,

After a second, the Kazakh skater answered, "Hello?"

"Hi Otabek!"

He let out a sigh, "I know you're in school right now, is something wrong?"

"Well not anymore~"

He paused, "...What?..."

"Uh, you see, Kenma had a emotion overload and started uncontrollably crying, so I turned on a figure skating thing and now they're fine." I explained

"Oh, why did they have an emotion overload?" He asked

"I guess it was from a lack of sleep, you know how they are with wanting to get every ounce of practice in.. Even if this kind of thing can happen as a result."

"Alright, I'm going to go get Yura and then we'll come get you guys, Kenjiro isn't in town so.."

"That's fine! Get here soon, I think Kenma needs sleep asap."

"Alright, goodbye Lev, see you soon."

"Bye!" And with that the call was over

I entered the gym and spotted Kenma instantly, they were now laying on Kuroo's lap because the video was over. I walked over to get my laptop and saw that their eyes were closed, they must have been getting a light amount of rest. Once I put my laptop in my bag, Yaku walked over and sat next to me, laying his orange haired head on my shoulder.

"How'd that call go?"

I smiled, starting to run my fingers through his scalp, "Good, how long has Kenma-san been laying down?"

"About twenty minutes."

With that, almost like it was magic, Kenma's eyes opened slightly, "Hey Lev."

"Morning sleepy head~" I teased lightly

They sat up from Kuroos lap who was still holding their hand, "Do you mind if we get some ballet practice? I know we can't do figure skating practice obviously but I want to get some type of practice in."

Kuroos eyes widened, "You need sleep Kenma! You can't just practice all the time no matter how important it is."

Kenma gave their boyfriend a kiss, "I know dear, just a little doesn't hurt though."

"Alright but if you faint or something I will call Kotaro and Keiji to give you so many cuddles, smother you in love and take care of you all day~" A grin began to grow on the rooster looking boys face

"So I SHOULD faint!" Kenma then stood up, and sped off to the locker room

"No!" It was too late though, Kenma was already in the changing room getting into his navy figure skating practice outfit

When they walked out, I stood to my feet quickly and lightly grabbed the 2nd years hand, dragging him to the middle of the gym. Kenma's face quickly shined with a smile of genuine happiness, then I got a fun idea.

"Wanna see who can raise their leg higher?" Kenma's eyes shone, a competitive tint grew, "Oh you're on you titan!"

I know I would lose something like this, or at least most likely will. But its nice seeing Kenma come out of their shell because of something like this. Kenma's foot finally came up too far for my own foot to reach which caused the rest of the team, along with Kenma to laugh.

"I'll win next time!"

"I would like to see your beanstalk lookin' ass try." Kenma joked, giving me a light jab in the shoulder.

"Hey guys! C'mere! We had a few questions!" Kai, our vice captain and wing-spiker called out

We walked over and sat down together, "What's the first question?"

Shibayama's voice piped up first, "Be honest, how long have you two REALLY known each other?"

"Uh... since we were like.. three?" I think it was closer to two but I remember us being three, I thought

Yaku came and sat by us before speaking, "Are you guys figure-skaters? Like competitively?"

"Yeah, we have some clips if you wanna see them later." Kenma's voice was nonchalant but I could tell that he really was excited to be talking about something they liked, such as figure skating with the team.

Inuoka's head tilted sideways, "Is that why you're so tired, Kenma-san?"

"Yeah, I push myself to hard, but I don't mind it, I'll rest after the figure skating during the off season."

I chimed in, "Even during the off season, we still need to choreograph new programs, although its not as much time on the ice its still not off of it entirely."

Kenma nodded, "Yeah, but its still better then nothing."

Yaku then brought a hand up to my face and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before laying his head back down, "Can we come watch you sometime? I wanna see you skate, love."

"Of course! We just practice at the local rink, I would have to ask our coaches but I'm sure they'd be fine with it!"

Kenma then looked up, "That goes for you Kuroo, Kōtarō and Keiji too."

Kuroos face blushed lightly, "Yeah, I'll tell them. Thanks kitten."

"Stop calling me that."

"Any other questions?" I asked

"Are you guys just starting in the senior division this year?"

"Well.."

Eventually we talked and talked until we heard the sound of a motorcycle from outside, "Does anyone own a motorcycle?" Someone asked from the back

Kenma's eyes went wider then dinner plates when they heard that. After a few seconds a familiar figure walked in the door, the figure of Otabek Altin, or as many know him, 'The hero of Kazakhstan', 'The stealer of the Russian Fairy.' along with other nicknames. Kenma ran over as fast as they could and hugged him,

"Hey dad." They muttered

Otabek chuckled and shared the hug, "Hey Kozume,"

"Lets get you home and rested ok?"

Kenma nodded but walked over to Kuroo first, grabbed his hand, making him stand and placed a kiss on his lips, "I'll see you tomorrow, we'll go see Bo-bo and Kaashi then, ok?"

Kuroo nodded, giving the long haired skater a kiss on the cheek and bid them farewell,

"Oh, by the way, thank you Lev, see you at practice." With that, Kozume Kenma was out the door.

Yaku stood up, offering me a hand, "Well, I guess we should head home too Lev."

I took it and smiled, "Sure! And I assume you wanna stay with me tonight?"

The short boy nodded and we walked to the locker room, got changed into warmer clothing, gave our goodbyes to the rest of the Nekoma volleyball team and left the gym and set off for my house which was only a couple blocks down.

"Good job with helping out Kenma today."

"Thank you! I've done it a lot so I guess I just know what to do now."

Yaku sighed, grabbing my hand to hold, "I'm glad they have such a good support system, family and the team."

"Yeah, I'm glad too."

Once we reached my house, I opened the door with my key and we were instantly tackled by Makkachin, "Down girl!" I called with a chuckle. Me and Yaku reached the kitchen, I didn't wanna cook so I heated up some leftovers in the microwave and we ate that. I was happy to just have Yaku here! After days like this, anybody would want to be with their loved one after all!

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" I asked, half genuine and half teasing

Yaku laughed, "Yes, but tell me anyway."

"Well, I love you this much," I then spread my arms out wide and engulfed the short third year into a hug, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"I love you too, now lets get up to the room and sleep, alright?"

"OK!"

We walked upstairs and both flopped face first onto my bed in unison which caused us both to cackle, Yaku crawled onto my chest once we got comfy and I brough the blanket over both of us. We both fell asleep quickly after that, in each others embrace and with the feeling of love filling the room......

And now, Lev's kitten has a good, loving day.

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That's all! Ik I haven't written in a while but I have had this idea for a long time and I got it from another tumblr user who's a Levken shipper (I don't know their @ ;w;) anyway, I hope yall have a good day :D

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Could you write one where Beca has an accident and although Chloe doesn’t know her, she stays with her until she wakes up?

Trigger warning: suicide is mentioned

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“Oh my God! Are you okay?”

Beca’s vision flickered in front of her. The bright white sky was suddenly replaced by a pair of impossibly blue tear-filled eyes and red hair.

She was hurting. Everywhere. She wanted to move but she couldn’t. She wanted to speak but she couldn’t.

She was finding it hard to breathe. Every time she tried to suck in a breath she felt like she was getting stabbed in the chest.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! You just came out of nowhere!” 

Beca opened her mouth again, trying to speak. She could taste blood in her mouth and she was starting to panic

“No, no, no, don’t move! Don’t try and speak. I’ve called an ambulance, you’re going to be okay. You’re gonna be fine.”

“C-c-can’t,” Beca gasped. “I c-can’t- fuck…”

“You’re okay,” the woman said, forcing an air of calm into her voice that didn’t quite hide the fear. “Look at me. You’re okay.”

“I fucked it up…” Beca said, her breathing slowing. Calming. Her vision was fading now. She heard sirens in the distance and then the panicked voices around her got quieter.

And quieter.

Until there was silence.

Chloe paced the hospital corridor, her hands shaking, her stomach churning with worry. 

“Chloe? What are you still doing here?” Aubrey asked, adjusting the stethoscope around her neck. “I thought the police said you could go?”

“Yeah they did,” Chloe said. “But I have to make sure she’s okay, don’t I?”

“Chloe, you know I can’t let you in there,” Aubrey said with a sigh. “You aren’t her friend or relative or anything. And I know it was an accident but you literally hit her with your car. For all anyone else knows you could be a murderer here to finish the job.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and dropped into one of the uncomfortable plastic seats in the corridor.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s okay?” Chloe said, folding her arms.

“I’m not supposed to,” Aubrey said. 

“Does she have any family here? Anyone I could speak to?” Chloe asked.

Again, Aubrey sighed. “Look, I really shouldn’t be telling you anything about her. But, no. We called a bunch of people and no one answered.”

Chloe frowned. “I can’t leave her on her own.”

“She’s… Look, she wouldn’t even notice if you were there or not. She’s gonna be pretty out of it for a while,” Aubrey said. 

“I can’t just leave,” Chloe said, tears burning her eyes. “Not if she doesn’t have anyone. I need to… To at least apologise. I could have killed her.”

“It was an accident.”

“But it still happened,” Chloe said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In the end, it took Beca a few days to wake up properly.

Chloe stopped by every day. She even brought her flowers and got Aubrey to put them in her room.

She knew she was bordering on stalker behaviour, but she couldn’t help it. She had to meet this girl. Had to apologise. 

Especially considering that, according to Aubrey, she still hadn’t had any visitors.

“She’s been asking about who’s bringing all the flowers,” Aubrey said one evening as they ate dinner.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her they were from the woman who hit her with her car, who was also turning into a stalker and that I could get it to stop if it made her feel weird,” Aubrey said.

“Aubrey!”

“I’m kidding. I mean, I did tell her that, but I also said they were from my crazy but harmless roommate who really wanted to meet her,” Aubrey said. “So she said you could.”

The next morning Aubrey showed her to Beca’s room.

Beca was sitting up in bed. She was awake but seemed zoned out. She had one earphone in and she was staring off into the distance.

She had scrapes on her face and arms, and Chloe could see a cast on her wrist and stitches in a cut on her head. Her face was bruised where it had hit the ground. 

Chloe felt a wave of guilt knowing she was responsible for this, and nervously tapped on the door, hovering in the doorway.

“Hi,” Beca said, looking slightly confused as she removed her earphone. She grabbed a notepad and flipped through it. “Sorry, we haven’t met, have we?”

“No,” Chloe said. “Not… Not formally.”

Beca cocked her head slightly, still confused.

“I’m Chloe,” Chloe said. 

“Chloe,” Beca repeated, looking at her notebook again. “Sorry. I’ve been having um…” she trailed off, searching for the word she needed. “Trouble, remembering stuff. Like… retaining information. They, um, the doctors said it’s normal. When I hit my head I lost some… some um, memories and words. But they said it’s normal and hopefully not, uh, forever? Permanent. They said it wasn’t permanent.”

Chloe stepped a little further into the room and couldn’t help but smile.

“You said your name was Chloe?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “You’re Rebeca, right?”

“Beca,” she said, writing something in her notebook. “So what kind of, doctor are you Chloe? I’m gonna keep saying your name so it sticks in my head, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said smiling a little wider. She liked the way her name sounded when Beca said it. “I’m not a doctor.”

“Oh, sorry,” Beca said. “I just assumed. I only see doctors and uh… nurses. Are you a nurse? You aren’t in the, um,” she tugged at her gown, trying to find the word, “scrubs.”

“I’m a vet,” Chloe said.

Beca just stared at her for a few seconds. “They sent in a vet? Okay… Sick burn I guess?”

“No! I’m not here to treat you,” Chloe said, laughing. “I’m… I hit you with my car.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “You’re the… the flower lady. Dr. Posen’s roommate?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “That’s me. I just… I really needed to apologise. And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Right,” Beca said. “You don’t need to apologise, it was an accident.” Beca was looking at her intently. “Are you sure we haven’t met?”

“I spoke to you after I hit you,” Chloe said. “You were conscious for a couple of minutes. It was, um, pretty scary?” Chloe added with a nervous laugh, tears stinging her eyes. “You were all… bloody and you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. How are you doing?”

“They said I punctured a lung,” Beca said. “Broken ribs, cracked… um… pelvis. Fractured wrist and, um…” she gestured to her head, “a concussion. But, you know, still alive. So… all things considered.”

“I’m really really sorry,” Chloe said, taking a cautious step closer, tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “If there’s anything I can do, please tell me.”

“Thanks, Chloe,” Beca said. She rubbed at her head, a headache starting to form behind her eyes. “It’s funny, I don’t really remember anything about that day. I don’t remember getting up that morning, or what my plan for the day was. I don’t remember where I was headed. I remember… I remember being in pain. So much it didn’t seem real. It couldn’t… pinpoint, where it was coming from. It was just… Everywhere. And I remember your eyes. But the two things don’t feel connected. The pain and your eyes aren't the same memory. It’s… it’s stupid. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try me,” Chloe said, taking a seat beside Beca’s bed. 

“I remember looking into your eyes and feeling… calm. Did you say anything to me?”

“I told you that help was coming and that you’d be okay,” Chloe said. 

Beca nodded. “Did I say anything back?”

“You… You weren’t making a ton of sense? Which, you know, is perfectly understandable, you’d just been hit by a car,” Chloe said. “You kept saying ‘I can’t’ but you were like… gasping. It was like you couldn’t catch your breath. Which will be the punctured lung’s fault, I’m guessing. My fault, really. And then before you passed out you said… you said ‘I fucked it up.’ I don’t know what that was about.”

Beca rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Yeah, I dunno what that means,” she said.

They talked for a little longer before a natural silence fell. It didn’t feel awkward.

“So,” Beca said. “Thank you for the, um,” she gestured around the room, “flowers.”

“You’re welcome,” Chloe said. “Thank you for not being mad at me for hitting you with my car.”

Beca laughed and then winced at the pain in her ribs. “You’re welcome.”

Chloe sensed that their meeting was coming to an end, even though she didn’t want it to.

“I was wondering, how would you feel about me coming to see you again?” Chloe asked.

“Why would you want to do that?”

Chloe shrugged. “I like talking to you.”

Beca gave her a small grin, and rubbed the back of her neck again. “I like talking to you too.”

“And plus it’s my fault you’re in here anyway, I should at least keep you company,” Chloe said.

Beca laughed and shook her head slightly. “It wasn’t your fault,” she said quietly.

Chloe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I was driving the car that hit you, Beca.”

“Yeah but I just… I walked out without looking. Apparently.”

“Apparently?”

“The police came to take a statement. Some girl was making a… Vine? Not Vine. New Vine. Gen Z Vine.”

“Tik Tok?”

“Yes,” Beca said, laughing. “She was making a Tik Tok with her friend and I was in the background. They said I just… Walked into the road. Head down. And then…” She trailed off, looking uncomfortable. “I guess that’s why you’re out walking the streets instead of behind bars for attempted murder, huh?” She added with a nervous laugh.

“I guess so,” Chloe said. “Thank god for Tik Tok.”

A few more moments passed in silence. “So can I come and see you tomorrow? I finish work at 4 pm.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, smiling again. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll give you my number,” Chloe said. Beca turned to a blank page in her notebook and handed it over. “Give me a text if you can think of anything you might want or need.”

“Thanks, Chloe,” Beca said. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

“You don’t know me.”

“Yet,” Chloe said with a grin. “I don’t know you yet.”

-

True to her word, Chloe arrived the next day after her shift.

It took Beca a few moments to put her name to her face. She stared at her for a few seconds, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Her hand was resting on her notebook, but she didn’t open it.

“Chloe… Vet… Hit me with your car. Yes?”

“Yes,” Chloe said with a laugh. “But just Chloe is fine.”

She pulled a packet of Oreos out of her bag and handed them to Beca.

“You’re an angel,” Beca said, grinning as she opened the packet. She offered the pack to Chloe who took one with a smile.

-

They spent the next few days in the same way. Chloe would visit after work, and when visiting hours ended the two would text, growing closer with every conversation.

It was almost a week later when Aubrey entered the room while they were talking.

Beca had been quieter than usual. She’d been having a hard time maintaining eye-contact and she seemed much more distant than she had been before.

She also seemed to be in a lot more pain. They were evidently reducing her medication.

Chloe was worried, but didn’t know how to broach the subject.

“Good news, Beca,” Aubrey said. “You’re gonna be able to go home in a couple of days.”

“Oh,” Beca said, forcing a smile. “Awesome.”

“You’re gonna need someone to take care of you though,” Aubrey said, looking down at Beca’s chart. “Is there anyone we can call for you?”

“Um, no,” Beca said, trying to avoid looking at Chloe. “I don’t… There isn’t anyone.”

“Right,” Aubrey said. “You’re going to struggle on your own, Beca.”

“I don’t really have a choice,” Beca said, feeling her cheeks burn.

“Okay,” Aubrey said, sighing. “I’ll leave you to it. If you can think of anyone, let me know.”

Aubrey left the room, her eyes meeting Chloe’s for the briefest seconds, but it was enough for her to know that Chloe’s heart was breaking.

“Go on,” Beca said, still avoiding eye contact. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say something about how… how I don’t have anyone. How I haven’t had a single visitor other than you since I’ve been here. About how I have no one to take me in. No one who cares enough about me,” Beca said. “Ask me why. Ask me what I must have done to be so… so fucking alone.”

There was a few moments of silence between them, and Beca felt tears burning her eyes.

And then Chloe placed her hand on top of Beca’s.

“You aren’t alone,” Chloe said. “Not anymore. We’re friends, right?”

Beca sniffed and let out a teary laugh. “You don’t know me.”

Chloe shrugged. “What I do know about you, I like.”

“Why are you even here, Chloe? Why do you keep coming to see me? Is it guilt? Or do you feel sorry for me?” Beca asked.

“Do you want me to go?” Chloe asked. 

“I want you to answer my question.”

“Yeah, I do feel bad that I hit you with my car and landed you in hospital, of course I do. And yes, it makes me sad knowing that you’ve had no on else come and visit you. That you don’t have anyone to take care of you when you need it,” Chloe said. “The reason I visited the first time was because I needed to apologise. I needed to see with my own eyes that you were okay. That I hadn’t… ruined your life. But the reason I came the second time? The third? The reason I’m here now? Because I want to be here. Because I like spending time with you, I like talking to you. But if you don’t… If you don’t want me here, Beca, I can leave. I know I’m intense. I have trouble with, like, boundaries. I don’t always know when I’m crossing a line, or if I’m outstaying my welcome. So if you want me to go, I can go.”

“That isn’t what I want,” Beca said, quietly. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know why someone like you would want to spend their free time with someone like me.”

“Because you’re cool,” Chloe said. “You’re funny. You’re smart. You’re easy to talk to. You’re not bad to look at.”

Beca laughed and Chloe smiled.

“You’re one to talk,” Beca mumbled.

“Are you gonna let me be your friend then? Without the questions and superstitions? If you need a friend reference you can just ask Aubrey. I freaked her out with my friendship in the early days too,” Chloe said.

“Yeah, I guess that would be okay,” Beca said, trying not to grin. “Sorry for being a dick.”

“You weren’t being a dick. You’re in pain and you’re… you’re stressed out about something,” Chloe said. 

“Yeah they’ve stopped giving me the good stuff,” Beca said. 

“Bummer,” Chloe said. “You know, if there was something else going on that you wanted to talk about, I’m a good listener.”

“I’m fine, it’s just I, uh, remembered something. About that day. About where I was going,” Beca said.

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

Beca shook her head, tears filling her eyes. 

“Tell me about it,” Chloe said, softly. “Take your time. I”m not going anywhere.”

“I was feeling… Empty. Just… done. I was done. I’ve, um, I’ve had depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been on my own so long. People don’t stick around after they’ve seen me at my worst.” Chloe squeezed her hand again, and Beca felt encouraged to carry on speaking. “That day I was going to…” Beca trailed off, her voice catching in her throat. She swallowed and wiped her eyes. “I was going to… Please don’t make me say it.”

“Beca, did you… Did you step in front of my car on purpose?” Chloe asked, feeling like she’d just been plunged into ice water.

“N-No! No,” Beca said, wiping at her eyes again. “I was going to the bridge that you have to drive across to get to the university. The one over the river.”

“‘I fucked it up,’” Chloe said, quoting what Beca had said to her that day. “That’s what you said to me, ‘I fucked it up’. Because you were planning on killing yourself.” Chloe felt sick. “Jesus, Beca, did I save your life by hitting you with my car?”

“I guess,” Beca said. “After the accident I was feeling better like, mentally. I thought maybe it was because I’d had this… this near death experience, that maybe I didn’t actually want to die anymore.” Beca gave a hollow laugh and then winced at the pain in her ribs. “I thought I’d been cured. But I was wrong. When they started reducing the morphine those feelings started coming back. Makes me wonder if I should try heroine. Kidding,” she added at the look on Chloe’s face.

“God, Beca,” Chloe said, sinking back into her chair. “This is a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Beca said. “You don’t have to stay, if this is too much.”

Chloe felt Beca pulling away, so she tightened her grip on her hand. “I didn’t say that,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into being here,” Beca said.

“I don’t feel pressured,” Chloe said. “Beca, I’m here because I want to be here. What you just told me hasn’t changed that.”

Beca squeezed Chloe’s hand as tight as she could with her fractured wrist. “Thank you.”

“We have something else to decide now,” Chloe said. 

“What’s that?”

“Who’s gonna take care of you when they let you go home?”

Beca sighed. “No one is,” she said. “I’ve been looking after myself since I was a teenager. I know how to do it.”

“What if I helped?” Chloe asked. “I could just check in with you every now and then? Pop over to your place after work or call you to make sure you’re okay?”

“I feel like I don’t have a choice in this, do I?” Beca asked.

“Now you’re getting it,” Chloe said, grinning. 

That night, Aubrey was checking Beca over before she headed home for the day.

“Have you thought about anyone who can help you out when you get discharged?” Aubrey asked, looking over Beca’s charts.

“Yeah, I have someone who’s said they’ll keep an eye on me,” Beca said. “It’s all sorted.”

“Great,” Aubrey said. She looked up from her chart and studied Beca’s expression for a moment. “It’s Chloe, right?”

“Yeah,” Beca said, feeling a bit awkward knowing that Chloe and Aubrey were best friends. “Did she tell you?”

“No,” Aubrey said. “But I knew from the second you said you didn’t have anyone, that she’d volunteer. And she always gets her way.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m like, taking advantage or something. I told her she didn’t have to stick around,” Beca said.

“I don’t think that,” Aubrey said, softly. “And I know what Chloe’s like. She just… she likes people. She likes helping them. Once you have her as a friend, you’re stuck with her.” Aubrey laughed as a memory came back to her. “We roommates in college, that’s how we met. In our first week I got sick with the flu and she… She took care of me. And she’s never stopped taking care of me. She’s just the best friend anyone could ask for.”

“I feel like I don’t deserve that,” Beca said. “I’m not an easy person to be friends with.”

“Neither am I,” Aubrey said. “I’m controlling, a perfectionist, I get borderline obsessive about certain things. I can be rude, blunt, mean. I can be a real bitch sometimes.” Aubrey shrugged. “Chloe saw through all that. She has a way of just overlooking the bad parts of people and seeing the good. And I’m not saying she’s perfect. She can get just as obsessive as me. And she has no respect for boundaries or personal space. She barged into some freshman’s shower one year because she liked the way she sang. But you’ll never have a better friend than her.”

“I just don’t know why she’d want me as a friend.”

“You make her laugh,” Aubrey said after thinking for a few moments. “Chloe has a really good fake laugh, but I haven’t heard her use it once with you. And sometimes I’ll catch her smiling at her phone when you guys are texting. She doesn’t do that when she texts other people.”

Beca grinned. “She makes me laugh too.”

Aubrey smiled and carried on checking Beca over. “How’s the pain?”

“Not amazing,” Beca said. 

“I’ll get the nurse to come by and give you something. It’ll help you sleep.”

“Thanks,” Beca said. “And thanks for saying all of that before. It’s just… It’s weird. A week ago I had no one and now suddenly there’s this amazing person who for some reason wants to be part of my life. I’m not used to it.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

[cotncandyboifics]

1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 1

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Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,780

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: <none> (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: hook chapter go brr

...

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I can show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there, and I thought

"Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake"

Love's a game, wanna play?

Roman checked his watch discreetly as he walked down the hall toward his first class. 7:58. He was almost late, but not quite. As he walked in, earning a glare from Mr. Berry and a few students, he glanced at the whiteboard. It read: "Tuesday, September 3 / Classwork: OT essay workday / Homework: OT Analysis and Essay due FRIDAY". The word "Friday" was written sloppily large and underlined. Roman just kept his sleepy poker face and walked to his desk, in the second-to-last row in the middle. He'd not noticed the shrunken figure at the desk next to him, whom everyone knew but no one liked. Virgil Black.

New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you've heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see, how this one ends

Grab your passport, and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Virgil shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he glared in Roman's general direction from behind bright purple bangs. His scowl deepened as Roman pulled out his notebook but didn't take his single earbud out, proceeding to doodle on the margins of his notebook.

Roman propped his head up on his right palm, tilting his head carelessly as he drew stars around a stick man's head. By this time, the plump red-faced man known as Mr. Berry, teacher of English 12, had taken his respected place at the front of the class for a quick lecture before they began classwork.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

"Good morning students," He said in a blubbering gritty voice, the sagging skin below his chin bouncing comically as he did so. "I trust you completed reading the rest of the book. Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, the Analysis and quotes along with your essay's final draft are due - both printed - on Friday. If you turn it in on Monday, it'll drop two letter grades, and any time after that is a zero. I should hope this first assignment will get you in the punctual mindset for my class." The large man was walking about the room, between desks checking for cheating or kids working ahead. He was strict, and didn't tolerate out-of-line behavior. As he completed his sentence, his eyes fell on Roman, who was still slouched apathetically, doodling, earbud in. The students watching Mr. Berry saw his face somehow achieve a deeper hue of red and his eyes bulge, as a bull does when it spots it's target. Roman however, didn't notice; a pale-faced Virgil tried to get his attention without the teacher noticing.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

"Psst. Roman." he hissed in vain. Roman's earbud was in his right ear, the same side Virgil was sitting on, so quiet noises from that direction were inaudible to him. Despite the class's uneasiness as Mr. Berry made his way to Roman's seat, and though Roman was fully aware of the fat fuming man advancing on him, he made no change in expression or focus; merely, filled in the dark half of the yin yang he had sketched next to his name as he lightly mouthed the words of the song.

Mr. Berry stopped right in front of Roman's desk, looking down at him furiously. When Roman ignored him, he took further action. Just as Roman had completed the yin yang, a fat red hand came down loudly on his desk and a sudden "MR. PRINCE!!" Erupted from the old man's gullet.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I can show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the king baby I'm your queen

Find out what you want,

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come... oh no.

Roman looked up at him slowly, but no trace of fear could be found on his face. Even, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. But, not enough for the old man to notice.

"What sort of media is emitting from those... earphones?" Mr. Berry said, bug-eyed.

Roman held up the earbud that wasn't in his ear, looking at it. "You mean these?" He said.

Mr. Berry simply sighed and rolled his eyes frustratedly. "Yes, 'in those', Mr. Prince. You'd better have an adequate response."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing, like

"Oh my god, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Roman held the old man's gaze, as if searching for something within his grey-brown orbs. After a moment, he sighed quietly and said, "Taylor Swift."

His response earned a few snickers from other students, to which Mr. Berry scanned the room to see if he could bust two students in one go.

Most of the students thought he looked like Napoleon from the 1954 animated movie based on Animal Farm, a fair comparison. His balding head and fat body gave him an appearance that was quite comparable to a pig.

After a moment of glaring at a few of the known renegades of the class, he returned his focus to Roman. But, this time, he didn't appear as angry; rather, he was smiling gently, but his eyes still held an angry glow. "Since you see no point in listening to my lecture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing the class a sufficient outline for your first draft essay? Along with the requirements, of course," the senile man's smirk curled up into a grin as he spoke, tilting his head a bit. Roman merely smirked himself, and stood.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

Mr. Berry watched in moderate surprise as Roman walked swiftly past the rows of desks to the whiteboard, uncapped an expo marker, and began writing in neatly printed lettering. "Ok, so the final draft is due on Friday," He began, "So you should have your first draft completed by tonight. The essay must have at least five body paragraphs, a minimum of two quotes each-" Virgil watched, shocked, gripping his pencil so that his knuckles paled. "So I hope you've picked out your quotes already. The thesis needs to answer the prompt, obviously. Conclusion should be at least five sentences. So overall, about two or three pages. I'd recommend using this class time to create an outline in your notebook, and typing up a first draft. Have your second draft done tomorrow, and final details on Thursday. And because Mr. Berry is too... behind the times to use Google Classroom, you'll need to print it out and hand it in physically. I'm sure Mr. Berry isn't partial to the trees we're killing, so if you're in Environmental club, I'd not bother complaining." And with this final sentence, Roman touched up his writing on the board and walked back to his seat, never taking out his earbud.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

Mr. Berry was still standing over Roman's desk, now staring down at him with large eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was interrupted by another student asking a question. From then on, Mr. Berry ignored Roman, which was an easy feat, as Roman did the same.

After a little over half an hour, the bell rang, and Roman slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Mr. Berry considered asking him why he'd only doodled for the entirety of the class period and not worked on his essay, but his pride got the best of him, and he watched as the young man walked out of the room confidently.

Virgil had slipped out before Roman, and was now pretending to exchange things in his locker, which was unfortunately right next to Roman's. The tall jock walked up to his own locker, earning a scowl from the darker boy.

"What? Enjoy the show I put on in Mr. Diabetes' class?" Roman said, leaning against the lockers as Virgil shut his own. The dark boy just grunted and walked off, feeling Roman's eyes watching as he turned a corner. Roman smirked for the hundredth time that morning when he was gone and turned to open his own locker. When a few girls from the cheer team started to linger, flipping their hair and puffing out their chests, and Roman actively ignored them until he walked past close enough that a few of them let out squeals. He heard the usual murmurs from behind him, "he's so hot," and "I'd kill to be his date to Homecoming." He smirked to himself again, making his way to his Physics class.

...

Virgil spotted is best friend Patton in his usual seat as he walked into his second period Economics class. The boy smiled at Virgil up on seeing him, and waved happily.

"Hello Virgil!! how are you feeling this morning?" He said cheerily as Virgil took the seat next to him, sliding his backpack under the desk.

"Alright I guess." He thought about telling Patton about Roman, but thought better of it; Patton had enough on his plate to worry about as it was.

As for Patton, he had already taken to pulling out his notebook, preparing for a long class of note-taking. Economics was one of the most note-heavy classes either of the boys had, and usually required all their focus. As the teacher stood from his desk and turned on his projector, Virgil could've sworn he saw Patton staring at someone, but as soon as he looked, Patton focused on the teacher, readying his pencil. But, Virgil being the parano- vigilant person he was, followed what he thought was Patton's line of sight to... Logan Montgomery? What? Upon realizing who he had thought Patton was looking at, he brushed it off. There's no way Patton would be looking at him. is there?

[some-dr-writings]

Gundham’s and Kazuichi’s mangaka S/O wants to draw them

Gundham Tanaka:

·       Though you were the Super High School Level Mangaka you specialized in historical fantasy! You absolutely adored doing research and finding new mythical beasts and species to sketch and incorporate into your work. It was no surprise that Gundham became your muse the moment you two met!

·       Gundham would allow you to visit his creatures and draw them to use as bases for cryptids and monsters of all sorts in your manga. The four Dark Devas often acted as your pose models given how unusually animated they were for hamsters.

·       Having asked the Overlord of Ice to allow you near his animals so often you spent much time together and eventually started dating.

·       “My Queen, the Stringer of Fates, what curse dares to plague your soul?! You’ve not touched the pages with which you create and destroy worlds, as if it were deadly to do so! You’ve yet to search out a demon to immortalize. Not even have you greeted the four Dark Devas of Destruction as you always have.” You huffed lazily watching the rabbit Gundham was currently grooming. “Artists’ block. I can’t seem to draw or write anything. Either I just stare at a blank page for hours, or I start something which quickly dissolves into an incoherent mess!” Rubbing your temples, you grumbled at the clogged feeling fogging your mind. “I did pull a few all-nighters last week. Maybe I’m just drained. But if things keep going like this, I’ll miss my deadline! I already asked for an extension on it last week, I can’t keep doing this!”

·       Gundham watched as you picked up the sketch pad and pencil. There was this stiffness in your movements. Your hand which once flowed about gracefully like a bird in flight now paved plain straight lines. Your eyes darted about unable to focus on anything. “UGH! I can’t even draw a proper circle for the rabbit’s body!” Sinking into your seat you tossed your sketch pad and pencil aside. “Perhaps a day of respite is in order.” “No, I already took a day off yesterday. I feel I’m even worse now than I was two day ago.”

·       The Devas quickly scurried over to you, hopping into your lap, or climbing onto your shoulder to nuzzle your cheek. “… thanks.” Gently petting the two in your lap you sighed in defeat.

·       It was at that Gundham abruptly stood up. “Where is my Queen, and what have you done with her, villain?!” “… Huh?” “MY Queen would never rot away so quickly into a decrepit state such as this! She’d fight and claw till her final breath! She’d never faulter so easily!” “I Am, your Queen.” “Hmph! No, you are not. Now, tell me where she is.” You marched right up to Gundham glaring at him. “I’m right here! I am your Queen, the Stringer of Fates!”

·       It started as a chuckle which boomed into uproarious laughter! “There you are. That determination, your will to live has returned to your eyes. I am glad to have you back.” Surprisingly, you did feel like you had more energy than before. “So, shall we be off? A piece of you is still missing and we must search it out less you start to fade away once more.” “… Yeah, a date sounds nice right now.”

·       As a bright blush dusted his cheeks, the Overlord of Ice took your hand into his bandaged one, the other taking your bag of sketch supplies, he led you out of the school grounds into the great beyond!

·       The day was filled with fun and laughter as you raced from place to place, doing anything you could think of. A walk in the park, a trip to the arcade, lunch at a café, shopping at a bookstore, and anything else you could have dreamed of.

·       As the sun began to set, Gundham and you found yourselves at the clear beach, dancing around barefoot, not a care in the world. “… Gundham. Thank you, today was amazing.” His entire face instantaneously flushed hearing his true name being called. In that moment he just looked so beautiful to you. His sheepish smile, those tender eyes, just, everything about him.

·       “May I draw you?” “… Of course, my Queen.”

·       And thus you drew, having completely forgotten that morning or the past few days, you were struggling.

·       “Ah! Your depiction captured my true form! I should have known you could see through my mortal guise!” He so happily admired your drawing with sparkling eyes.

·       While he was distracted you worked on another piece, one of a dark king holding his queen close on the soft shores of the beach.

  Kazuichi Soda:

·       You never held much interest in machinery till you came to Hope’s Peak and met Kazuichi. It seemed just about every time you saw him, he was tinkering with something, from a small robot toy to a monster truck engine. Often times the parts of whatever he was working on were spread out, and then seeing how they all fit together fascinated you. Without realizing it you’d end up just watching him work for hours and sketching out the pieces and tools he was using.

·       Quickly this fascination bled into your own work, incorporating steampunk-esque elements into it. And the more elements you added, the more references you needed. At first you tried getting some on your own, but you’d just end up injuring your hands and fingers in some way or you’d break the pieces.

·       “Look, you got me into this mess and now you have to take responsibility.” “W-what!?” Before Kazuichi could panic you placed an old, rusted pocket watch before him. “How do I disassemble this!?” For a week or two after you’d bring some new item to Kazuichi to disassemble and reassemble. You eagerly sketched out the pieces you needed the references of and more.

·       Quickly you and Kazuichi became friends. You would chatter away as you did your own things. Before you knew it the two of you ended up spending time together just to be together, no drawing and no tinkering.

·       Kazuichi would go to you for advice for his unrequited crush on Princess Sonia to which you’d try your best to help, even if it did hurt a little given your crush on the mechanic. She wasn’t the only thing he spoke of though, so you had plenty of other conversations.

·       Kazuichi certainly liked chatting so when one day he was quiet you got a bit worried… Then you remembered something. “Oh Soda. You’ve never been on a school trip before, right?” “Hmm, uh, yeah. I skipped out on the only one I got a chance to go on.” “Because of financial issues, right.” “Yeah.” “Well, I happen to be going on a trip all over Europe for background references and I was thinking who better to take along than my best friend and best mechanic I know!” The news certainly perked him right up, and he excitedly chattered on about traveling! Quickly the news spread, and it ended up becoming a class trip! Honestly, though a trip alone with Soda sounded lovely, you more enjoyed seeing how ecstatic he was to be going on an actual class trip with everyone.

·       The trip was fantastic, it seemed to be nonstop fun. Often you’d forget that you were being payed to go on this trip for work and that you needed to get reference materials, thankfully Mikan took more than enough reference photos for you.

·       Though during the trip, you noticed how Kazuichi, though still friendly, was a bit more reserved than usual. When you asked him what was wrong, he said he appreciated the concern, but it was something he had to work out on his own.

·       Eventually your trip took you all to France the city of love. The place was certainly an artist’s dream, you found yourself drawing nonstop there. It was amazing!

·       At one point in your trip your class wanted to get to a restaurant at the top of a rather large hill, but the only way to get there was via a thin road by car. So, you, Kazuichi, Sonia and your driver were the last to get to the restaurant.

·       Then the car broke down. Kazuichi immediately went to check the engine while Sonia stood at the edge of the road, looking out at the sunset. It was a gorgeous sight, her profile, the sunset, the city lights, everything. You had started sketching out the scenery when a though struck you.

·       You elbowed Kazuich, gaining his attention. You then leaned in real close while still looking at Sonia, not noticing the blush spreading on his cheeks as he kept looking to you. “Hey Soda, now’s your chance. This view is absolutely romantic, and you’re in the city of love. Don’t you think this is the perfect time to ask out the girl you like?” This hurt, it really did, but seeing how happy he was to be going on a school trip without worry like he always wanted, you could hardly imagine his joy if Sonia got together with him at a time like this. It hurt, but you just wanted to see him happy.

·       “… Ask out the girl I like, huh…… Okay.”

·       Turning to you he placed his hands atop your shoulders. “Y/N I have a crush on you. Please go out on a date with me.” “… Wait? I thought… what about Nevermind?” “I, well, yeah, I do like her, but… I really like you… I… That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out lately and... so I... You get it, don’t you!?” “… Soda, please let me draw you!” “Huh?” “Well, if we start going out, we’ll be boyfriend and girlfriend, right? I’d like to have something to commemorate the moment by.” “S/O!” He pulled you into a tight hug, giddy out of his mind.

·       You ended up drawing him at the restaurant. He loved the drawing so much he took a picture to use as his phone’s lock screen. From then on you often drew him for references for poses and though all great, his favorite would forever be the first one you made of him. It was made to celebrate you getting together, it was always so special to him.

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 7 - Memories

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, was it a memory?, 2.6k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

“Don’t look down ‘cuz we’re still rising up right now...and even if we hit the ground...we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever but live it like it’s now or never…”

Willie bobbed along as the song played from the tinny radio speaker outside the bodega. Sheldon was curled on his lap, purring contentedly as Willie pet him absentmindedly.

“You gonna take any chamoy candy, amigo?” Escobar asked, peeking his head out the door.

Willie shook his head.

“Not tonight.”

As Escobar disappeared again, Willie kept nodding to the beat of the song. It wasn’t exactly like being at a concert, but he had been happily surprised to hear the local station playing their songs - they’d been repeating them, in fact. By now he’d been able to assign faces to the voices singing different parts, and hearing Alex’s come through in the harmonies and the occasional solo was comforting.

“We ain’t searching for tomorrow…’cuz we got all we need today…”

The lines were strangely fitting. If Willie could’ve chosen how to spend his last day on Earth, he knew he would’ve spent it just like he had yesterday without question. If only that could make the Alex-sized hole hurt a little less than it had today.

“Can we turn it back to my station now?” Escobar called out. “We’ve heard the same songs, like, four times.”

“It’s Alex’s band, though,” Willie contested. The radio was already playing rancheras. As he stood up, Sheldon leapt off of his lap and went to eat more food.

“Que tiene este muchacho, anyway?” Escobar asked. “You knew him for, like, five seconds and he didn’t leave you a number.”

There was no way to properly express in words the feeling he got about Alex. Their interactions weren’t based on words, even when they had spoken.

“You don’t have to get it, Escobar,” he said, grabbing his board and helmet from leaning against the counter. He hadn't let himself hope it would magically last forever, but the memory was worth it. “I’ll see you later.”

“Adios,” the man said, sweeping up the store and singing along to his music. “Una piedra en el camino...me enseño que mi destino...era rodar y rodar…”

Shaking his head and smiling, Willie kicked off into the late night. He’d spent all morning cleaning hotel rooms, and he tried to remember which number had been the one for Alex and his band, but he never figured it out. The rest of the day, he’d run errands for Caleb and let the one memory he had regained play on loop in his mind. There was nothing that specifically indicated that the man in the truck was his dad, but he simply knew it was. They had the same squint when they smiled.

He hadn’t bothered telling Caleb about it. It would’ve been irrelevant, since he’d apparently been in the foster care system for quite some time. Those were some of the important details he’d gotten from him, but Caleb was rather stingy about the rest - he’d said it was so Willie could live unbiased and make himself into whoever he wanted. It didn’t feel that way, though. Eventually Willie had stopped trying to weasel things out of him and accepted that he might never regain his memories. Of course, it was different now that he knew they could return.

The wind in his hair was nice, but lacked something he couldn’t put a finger on. As he came upon a large home, he skated onto the driveway around the back. He was headed past the pool in the backyard toward his shed and was surprised by a sudden voice from the water.

“William, I’ve asked you so many times not to skate around the pool,” Caleb said, wading over from where he had been doing some laps. Slowing to a stop and picking his board up, Willie gave him an apologetic nod, continuing toward the shed.

“Wait,” he heard from behind. Turning, he saw Caleb climb out of the pool and move toward him.

“You’ve been running around all day, so I’m sure you want some rest. I’ve just been worried about where you go when it’s so late. That’s two nights in a row. Is there anything you need to tell me?”

Put on the spot, everything went blank in his mind. What was there to worry about? Did he know about Sheldon? Even if he did, it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong keeping the cat at the bodega.

“Not anything to tell,” he replied, trying to mask the strange guilt that had arisen. “Just been skating around.”

Caleb looked down at him, and Willie could never tell what was making those gears turn in his head. He knew he was just looking out for him, but sometimes he just wanted not to give some kind of report at the end of the day like he was doing business.

“I just think about what would happen if you were out there and something were to hurt you,” Caleb told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Or someone. Wouldn’t want another accident.”

Willie nodded solemnly. Caleb’s tone was serious, but for the first time he just felt that it was...insincere. His stomach flipped at the thought and he drove it down into the depths of his mind. That was an awful thing to think about the person who literally provided everything for him, especially when he wasn’t blood-related.

“I’m being careful, I promise,” he said, not meeting the man’s eyes.

“I’ll take your word,” Caleb said. He let go of Willie’s shoulder and strolled back toward the pool.

Walking to the shed, Willie shut the door behind him and confusion swept over his whole being. His dad’s face rose to the front of his mind again. If only he knew more about him to compare the two men, then he could understand why he felt so strangely about Caleb. Looking around the shed, he wondered if an answer could be found.

It was big enough for his bed, some shelves and a desk, with a small closet and bathroom. Apparently he had been living in there instead of the house even before his accident. In his first memory of seeing it, it was the bare necessities and nothing else. While Willie still wasn’t much to keep lots of clutter, he had dozens of sketches that he’d put up on the walls to make it feel more at home. It was quiet and thankfully Caleb didn’t bother him too often in there.

Sitting at the desk, he picked up a pencil and opened to a blank page in his sketchbook. Slowly shaping out a face, he tried his best to remember the details as clearly as he could. Willie wanted it to be as close to reality as possible, even though it wasn’t his usual drawing style. That way if his memory slipped, he could have something to keep him steady. So far the best thing about it was the eyes, but it wasn’t hard because all he had to do was check his own face in the mirror every once in a while. The smile was a little more crooked and wrinkly, and it took several attempts, but he was determined to get it right. He knew it was probably a good idea to get some sleep, since he had a full day of work in the morning, but this was more important.

Hours into the drawing, making sure everything was as close as he could get, Willie looked down at the portrait of his dad, steering wheel in hand, happy as could be. It was a really nice image, and if this were the only way he would ever remember him, Willie was glad it was happy. Checking the time, it was a little past three in the morning. He’d probably hate himself later for staying up so late, but it didn’t make him any less proud of his work. Aside from preserving his memory, it had been a great artistic challenge.

Finally climbing into bed, Willie tried to focus on something else. He brought Alex’s eyes to the forefront of his mind and let himself get lost in the soft crashing of the waves again. It had been rhythmic, which was so fitting for Alex. Allowing the rhythm to repeat continuously, he eventually nodded off to sleep.

Sirens blared and red and blue lights surrounded his vision. Willie was lying on the pavement, not moving and fading in and out of lucidity. The pain in his head was overwhelming. For a few moments, he stayed that way, watching the lights flash indefinitely. Slowly, he watched as all the lights and sirens pulled away, and above his face, the front bumper of a car came in view. A man that he couldn’t see clearly appeared, moving backwards, going from the side of the car to kneeling over Willie’s motionless body in a panic.

After a few moments, the man went back to the car in the same backwards fashion, and Willie’s body lifted in the air. His vision tumbled and he made contact with the car a few times, and when his head hit the pain vanished. Strangely, he landed perfectly on his board and it was like watching the city in reverse. Aware this was a dream, he felt so puzzled by the whole thing. This was a part of the city he could’ve sworn he’d never been through before. Willie had his corners that he’d memorized, but Vegas was big enough to confuse him still.

The backwards skating seemed to be endless, until finally he was running back into Caleb’s home. Caleb was yelling, and Willie couldn’t make out what he was saying at all. Then suddenly they were at a social worker’s office, and Willie looked down at a file with his picture on it. He couldn’t make out anything it said, but he simply sat there as Caleb and the social worker blabbed in backwards gibberish.

The scene changed again, and Willie found himself sitting in the shed, crying. He was repeating a name but it made no sense. A deep loneliness filled his entire body and a strange force seemed to try to compress him into as small a space as possible. The tears and the shaking only intensified, ringing loudly in his ears. Everything was miserable, overwhelming, and he just kept crying out into the dark.

Willie opened his eyes and sat up in his bed. Looking around his room, there was too little light to make out any shapes, and after blinking his eyes he found they were wet. Huddling his knees into his chest, he just sat there in his confusion and fear, breathing in and out. Had those been memories? It was so hard to tell, especially since watching everything in reverse had been so trippy. If they had been, he wondered if they were warped in any fashion. Who would have their memories return through a dream in reverse, anway? The frustrating thing about amnesia was that it had very few absolutes and every case was different.

A pit of anger grew in his chest. Willie felt like some higher power was having fun at his expense. The tears that fell were more from quiet fury than pain. Glancing over at his desk, he saw the drawing of his dad smiling back at him again. Unfolding himself and laying down on his side, Willie stared at the picture and let the tears run until either his eyes dried up or he fell asleep again, whichever came first.

Loud banging on his door was what woke him up. Rising groggily from his bed, he opened the door to find Quetzal, one of the girls from the diner.

“You just woke up?” she was saying. “Come on, Willie, Caleb doesn’t know I rushed over here to get you, you better hurry up.”

Sighing wordlessly, Willie pulled on some clothes, followed Quetzal to her car and clambered inside.

“You’ve been off the past couple of days, you okay?”

Willie took in a deep breath and tried to blink himself more awake as they drove to the diner.

“Just in a funk, that’s all,” he breathed. “Thanks for coming to get me, though.”

“Let’s just pray we don’t get caught.”

“We won’t get caught, he’s doing some kind of new deal today. I heard him on the phone a while ago about some record label he was thinking of buying.”

“A record label? How many businesses does the guy own now, like five?”

“I stopped keeping track. Anyway, Dolores is probably managing today.”

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed. “You had me so worried when you didn’t show up on time. I was ready to get fired for leaving during my shift. At least we don’t have to worry about it now.”

Willie didn’t respond. He knew Quetzal was one of those people who would go out on a limb for anyone, but it still surprised him when she did it for him. He never felt deserving. As they parked at the diner and hurried out of the car, he shook his head. It wasn’t always successful but he always hoped it worked like an Etch-A-Sketch, to get rid of the many things cluttering up his brain.

That was it. Enter the kitchen, punch in, grab an apron, and he was in his corner by the dishwasher again. He ignored the eyes of everyone else who clearly wanted to express their upset by his tardiness.  He was there now, right? Heaven forbid. Willie’s mind, of course, only remained cleared from the shaking for a few minutes. As he got into the groove of spraying and moving things into the industrial trays, he tried to remember more details of the dream, but most had been forgotten. All that was left were sirens and lights.

He’d walked back home at the end of his long shift, since he hadn’t taken his board like usual in the morning. That also meant he couldn’t go to the bodega for lunch, and he desperately needed to check on Sheldon. Willie had peeked into the house and called to see if Caleb was home at all. His own voice echoed back followed by silence. Taking that as a confirmation the man was still busy, he gathered his board and helmet and made his way out to the street.

The wind wasn’t its usual soothing sensation against his face. Willie knew he was tired, but was disappointed to feel that the one thing that felt most freeing to him wasn’t doing its job. It should’ve been enough to lose his thoughts to the sound of the low roll from the wheels, only interrupted by the gentle clacks here and there. There was too much noise inside of him. Suddenly, he understood why Alex had chosen to play drums.

Sheldon was already pattering toward him as he came through the doorway. Scooping the cat into his arms, he held him close and stroked his fur in an attempt to find some comfort. When he started purring, Willie made a little sigh of relief.

“Busy day?” Escobar asked as he organized a shelf.

Willie only nodded. Sheldon was rubbing his head against his face, and it did more to soothe him than the wind.

“Sorry I didn’t come for lunch,” he apologized. “I haven’t been doing my part for Sheldon and I owe you.”

“I would like it if you could be around more,’ Escobar said. “But he’s a pretty good cat, so it isn’t too much, amigo.”

Nodding again, Willie finally heard the music playing in the background. Was it…?

“I thought you were tired of their songs,” he commented.

Escobar shrugged.

“Eh, I had an idea you wanted to listen to them. And they’re not all too bad.”

A surprised giggle came from Willie’s throat, and he smiled for probably the first time that day. He went to give Sheldon some food and let his mind replace the red and blue lights with soft green eyes.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Hell's Studio fic idea: A pipe bursts and Sammy becomes a toon Imp like Snowflake and Bendy, and Joey doesn't know how to reverse it ASAP, so Sammy is stuck as a toon Imp and Sammy decides to hangout with Snowflake until Joey can reverse the ink's magic (Bonus points if: Sammy gets a uncontrollable stutter as a toon Imp, Susie cooing her small boyfriend, and Sammy drawing with snowflake)

I am So sorry that this took so freaking long, but here you go!

Wally slapped his forehead in exasperation as he heard the pipe bursting from the music department's break room. Then proceeded to go in there, with Snowflake following close behind just in case he needed someone small to check in any holes in the wall that the pipe made in the process.

The sight was familiar, but unwelcome to the pair; a pile of thick ink sliding down onto the floor through the broken pipe peeking through the ceiling. Snowflake was only thankful that it had spilled to the floor instead of the pool table.

“I’m startin' ta think dat eitheah we should completely tear down da music department to put in a betteah pipe system, or just stop fixin' the dang things so dat they at least stop surprisin' us."

The Janitor grumbled as he started mopping up the mess.

"A-at least nobody got caught in it this time."

As soon as Snowflake said that, something under the pile began to move.

“Mmmmh?"

"Yikes, spoke too soon, kiddo."

Wally stated calmly as he started to scrape the excess ink off of what looked exactly like Bendy, except the imp's tie lacked the fun patterns Bendy often wore, and more importantly, he was missing his mouth. So the obvious conclusion the pair made was: The ink ruined his tie by dying it black and also stole his mouth.

"M-mr. Bendy?! are you okay?!"

The formerly buried imp looked at the other one with a perplexed expression before mouthing something, realized that he wasn't saying anything, patting his face where his mouth should've been, and looking like he was about to panic.

"MMMMmmPPHH?! MMMH!! MMPHH!!!"

"Looks like the ink erased your pie hole, boss."

The imp rolled his eyes at stared at Wally in a very sarcastic manner before leaving the room, most likely to visit Joey about this issue.

"...Do you think he's not going to want to do that drawing lesson later?"

"What, Bendy? not want ta draw with ya overah somethin' like this? Nah. It's nothin' fun to wake up to, but I don't think it'll eat at him like it will if it happened ta Sammy."

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"MmMMmMMM?!?! MMPHH!! MMMPPHHH!?"

Sammy hopped up and down while wildly gesturing to the blank white space on his face where his mouth was supposed to be while Joey flipped through heavily ink-stained spell books. Meanwhile, the real Bendy was still gawking at his doppelganger, still not quite sure whether he should feel flattered or offended that the ink pulled this on Sammy. But also not saying anything because he couldn't find any jokes to lighten the mood with.

It would be one thing if the ink also gave Sammy Bendy's trademark smile (that could make other expressions too). If it did that, Bendy would be making so many mirror and twin related jokes. But it didn't.

"It's going to be fine." Joey repeated almost more to himself than to the hopping mad imp. "Just because an ink flood took out some of my reversal spells, doesn't mean that you're going to be stuck like this forever. Best case scenario, it'll take a few hours for me to find the right one, worst case scenario I'm going to need to order a new book, and that might take a while."

"MMm MmhP?"

"I don't know how long! Some of these are the rarest on the market! Goodness knows how long it'll take to replace if it's ruined and has the correct cure in it..."

The music director let out a heavily muffled, frustrated sigh.

"Yes, I'm annoyed too." Joey sighed as well. "But at least it's not going to be forever."

'Easy for you to say.' Sammy thought to himself as trying and failing to talk was starting to hurt his jaw. 'You're not the one dealing with this! how am I supposed to do my job when I can't speak to anyone?!'

He must've been gesturing as he thought this as Joey snapped his fingers in realization and handed Sammy a notebook and a pencil.

"I know it won't help with the more vocal aspects of your job, but it's better than not having any way to communicate. And much easier than trying to learn sign language in less than a day and with only four digits on each hand."

He tried to write down 'Thanks Joey' but his hands refused to obey him. Confusingly, he instead drew a thumbs up.

"Why thank you! Glad to see that you're taking this better than expected Sammy. I'd better get to work on looking for that spell..."

As Joey left the room, Sammy frowned at the notebook, trying to figure out why he did that. Bendy also peeked at the drawing and felt something click.

"So..." the copied imp awkwardly tugged at his tie as he avoided making eye contact with Sammy. "Just outta curiosity sake, does Snowflake know about this? At least, the fact that it's well, you instead of me?"

Sammy gave Bendy a funny look but nodded anyway.

"Okay, follow up question: ...Is now a bad time to tell you that before you burst in here trying to tell us to fix this that Joey and I were arguing over whether I should go to this meeting with GENT or to give drawing lessons to Snowflake like I promised to, and literally right before you came in I said: 'Well dang it Joey if I could be in two places at once, I would!'?"

Sammy frowned as he saw the guilty yet pleading look in Bendy's eyes, calmly took the newspaper off of Joey's desk, rolled it up and smacked Bendy right upside the head.

"Hey! What gives?!" He sputtered as he rubbed the back of his head.

The Mute music director drew a series of pictures: Bendy putting something in the ink, the ink rising up and flashing him the 'ok' hand sign, Bendy giving it a thumbs up in return and leaving on his merry way, a shift in perspective revealing Sammy as a human having seen the interaction but shrugging it off, Sammy (still human) playing pool with Jack, Grant, and Johnny, the four of them having a good time, the ceiling above them creaking and rumbling ominously, making the four opt to leave, Sammy coming back into the pool room slightly later and keeping an eye on the ceiling, Sammy taking what he came back into the room for, the ceiling above him suddenly bursting and covering him with ink, and the last picture; a bunch of puzzle pieces being fit together, with the picture on the pieces being a lit light bulb.

After showing Bendy his work, he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground.

"What?! You can't seriously blame me for- Okay, yes. I did kinda make a request... but I figured I'D be the one getting drenched! Not you!"

Sammy raised a single eyebrow as Bendy let out a frustrated sigh.

"Look, if I knew that this was what would happen, I wouldn't have done it! But now that it's happened ...would ya help me out with this?"

Sammy's next drawing was his current form with an intentionally bad scribble of Bendy's mouth on the space where he was supposed to have a mouth to indicate it was (poorly) drawn on, and he was trying and failing to do Bendy's job for him as he couldn't speak.

"Of course I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities to make you pretending to be me look like an idiot in front of those big wigs at GENT. I mean, goodness, if this thing flops, who knows what'll happen."

The Musician then showed Bendy a drawing that was so horrible and cold that he wouldn't even dare grace it with a description.

"WHAT KINDA DEMON DO YOU THINK I AM, LAWRENCE?!" Bendy quieted down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get it, Damned if I do the thing, damned if I don't do the other thing. I can't let down Snowflake, but if I'm not at that meeting, the studio's relationship with GENT could get bruised! This is why I tried this stunt in the first place!"

He sighed as Sammy just continued to tap his foot in annoyance. "Tell you what, help me and I'll give you anything you ask for! A raise, me not pranking you for a month, more paid vacation days, magic-repelling acetone, name it and it's yours!*"

*Within reason. I'm a demon not a miracle worker!

Sammy showed Bendy an intentionally shaky 'Ok' sign, the closest thing he could think of to a picture version of a hesitant and unwilling 'fine, I'll do it...'

"Oh Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Bendy practically crushed his doppelganger in a spine-breaking hug. "I really owe you this one Sammy!"

'I hope you realize how goddamned lucky you are that I like that kid.' Sammy thought to himself as he patted his double on the back. 'Otherwise I'd hang you out to dry for doing this...'

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The music director had no interest in deceiving Snowflake; even if he wanted to follow Bendy's plan to the spirit of his deal, he knew too well that the studio and it's ink would always drag any secret up to the surface. So it would just be easier to come clean at the start before lies had the chance to spiral into something that could completely break the poor kid.

"Hi Mr. Bendy! Are you ready for our lesson?"

Sammy nodded, but gestured for his pupil to wait a second before he flipped through the pages of his sketchbook and showed him a series of pictures: some showing the origin of his new condition, and the others showing his deal with Bendy.

"Oh." The child imp seemed sad, and slightly disappointed, but also not surprised. "So Bendy couldn't make it today either..."

The older imp sympathetically patted Snowflake on the back and tried his best to draw out an explanation, but it's kind of hard to put 'He really did want to make it, in fact, he wanted to so much that he was willing to split himself in half for it! But as you can see, it kinda backfired...' into picture format, luckily he got the message across fairly well.

"I-it's okay, I understand. Thanks for filling in for him Mr. Lawrence!"

Snowflake pulled out his own notebook and pencils.

"Do you think you can show me how to do hands that well?"

Sammy eagerly nodded and flipped his book to a blank page.

[sweet-barnes]

Work Song - b.b

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 5336

Warnings: implied smut but nothing much, otherwise just floooof

Summary: Bucky never thought his love could stretch so far, until an angel saves his life and will continue doing so for the rest of his time on this earth.

A/N: sooo,,, I may have got carried away but i just love this song, okay?! If you haven’t heard it, please listen to Work Song by Hozier, it is the most beautiful thing you will ever listen to!! I hope you all enjoy this, let me know what you think!

Boys when my baby found me

I was three days on drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin’ in her room but an empty crib

Bucky felt his legs go from underneath him, he knew it was happening but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His brain wasn’t listening to anything his body was saying. He hit the ground with a deep thump and he decided he would stay there for as long as the world would allow.

His body wasn’t functioning and he couldn’t pick himself back up, even if he wanted to. No matter how hard he tried.

It had been like this for days. Stumbling in the dark and sleeping through the days.

After a mission gone wrong, his head and his heart needed a break. Even if it wasn’t authorised, Bucky didn’t care. He would do what he wanted and he knew no one would try and stop him. He was free from the grips of Hydra, he wouldn’t be shackled again by the Avengers.

On the flight back to the compound, the sounds of screaming and crying children flooded Bucky’s mind. The faces of the dead forced their way into his mind and he couldn’t do anything to rid them. He was plagued with the death and anguish of so many civilians, so many innocent people, he secretly wished he could be brainwashed once more to forget them all.

The debrief was scheduled for the next morning but Bucky had no intention of attending. He made his way straight to his room, packed a small bag and uncovered his secret stash of Asgardian liquor. 

He needed to forget and this was the only way he knew how.

It was like his body was on auto pilot and it was taking him to the place where he had felt the slightest bit safe since coming back from the darkness. Before he knew it, he was sat in the drivers seat of one of the smaller jets and on his flight towards his secret home.

He arrived in Romania late into the night, and the jet was safely parked away from the city of Bucharest, away from the prying eyes of the public. He walked the rest of the way to the small apartment he had grown to love. He didn’t care that the walk was long and grueling, it took his mind off the suffering for just a short time.

Both his own suffering and the people who had died that day.

The familiar smell of the room enveloped him as soon as he stepped inside, it calmed his nerves instantly. The place was just how he had left it.

A newspaper was open on the side, it’s pages now fading with sun damage and age. Mugs, plates and bowls were piled next to the sink after they had been washed. The curtains were drawn and the mattress was still on the floor with the bedsheets strewn over them. Even with the light on and the soft orange glow emanating throughout the dark room, shadows still loomed in the corners. He had never known how to get rid of them. 

He dropped his bag down on the mattress and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to be sat on his own, drinking away his sorrows. It would only make him worse and who knows what he might have done, so it wasn’t long before the bars and pubs were welcoming Bucky into their arms.

He didn’t realise how long this had lasted. The sun rose and fell as he wandered the streets, stumbling his way home occasionally and closing his eyes for what seemed to be only a minute before starting the cycle once again. It seemed he only came out when the sun went down.

The liquor filled his veins and directed his thoughts away from the suffering. He wasn’t himself but he found solace in this state. His rational thoughts were swimming away in his head with the thoughts of the innocents.

But now, laying on the floor, there was a crushing weight on his mind and body and he knew he wouldn’t be able to shift it until the morning when the sun rose once again.

Her soft voice filtered into his thoughts first. He had never heard anything as angelic as that sound before and his eyes opened instantly in search of the source. The night was still surrounding him but there was a figure close by, crouched down and brushing strands of hair away from his face to get a better look at his worn features.

Shadows overtook her face but Bucky already knew she would be perfection, he didn’t need to see her to believe that, her very presence had that aura. 

“We need to get you up, are you okay to stand? I’ll help you as much as I can.” Bucky couldn’t form words in response to the girl but he managed to push himself up into a position where she could hook her arms through his and anchor him into reality.

Bucky had no idea who she was but he was trusting her, and that was more than he was willing to do with most people who encountered him.

The walk from the spot where he had been laying in the street to her apartment was blank in Bucky’s mind. He couldn’t remember a thing, he was too focused on the contact between the two of them and the soft affirmations she spoke as they walked together.

“You’re doing amazing.”

“Just a few more steps.”

“That’s it.”

He zoned back into reality when he was being walked into an empty room. Well nearly empty, a single bed sat in the middle, surrounded by plain walls and a single window behind it looking out onto the city.

“If you just lay down here,” the girl whispered as she guided Bucky to the bed. He fell heavily, the mattress giving under his weight and the girl uttered out apologies as he adjusted himself to become more comfortable. 

She gently pulled off his shoes before placing them at the foot of the bed, and encouraged him to remove the brown jacket that was covering his upper half. He complied, he would do anything this girl told him – he didn’t know if that was himself or the alcohol thinking. 

She pulled the bedsheets up over his legs and he settled himself in, feeling himself falling further and further into the sheets beneath him. 

The glow from the streetlight outside filtered in through the blinds and illuminated the girls face. Her features were heavenly and Bucky stared at her in awe as she made sure he was comfortable. He had never seen such beauty, not in the one hundred years he had been alive.

In that moment, he was thankful for all that had happened to lead him to this moment. The good and the bad. 

His mind wasn’t taking anything else in as she was stood next to him, uttering words under her breath. All of his focus was on her. He tried to hang on to every word she spoke but in his drunken state, there was no use. 

Instead, he admired her and tried to memorise every inch of her face. Just in case she wasn’t there in the morning

And I was burnin’ up a fever

I didn’t care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

The softness underneath Bucky made him feel as though he was being swallowed by clouds. He had never felt anything like it and he wondered if he was still alive. Maybe last night was the end and this is where he was going to stay for eternity.

He didn’t mind, he didn’t care. His life had only held sorrow and hurt since he had become ‘Bucky’ again. He didn’t know how long he could last like that, with everything he had done looming over his head as a constant reminder. 

His life was nothing to him now. It had been controlled by so many others for such a long period in history, it was never truly his.

There was a pain behind Bucky’s eyes before he even opened them and the regret washed over him as his consciousness returned. He was still alive and there was a slight sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought.

His eyes slowly opened, a gentle haze covered the room from the late morning light and when Bucky didn’t recognise where he was, panic started to rise in his blood and he shot up into a sitting position, trying to push back the dull pain that was ebbing in his head.

A figure beside him jumped at his sudden movement but then leaned forward with one hand to slowly place it on top of his. The touch caused sparks all across his skin and when his wide, frantic eyes moved towards the girl, his heart exploded.

It was her. She wasn’t an angel, she was real and she was right beside him. She was adorned in a white dress, the three quarter length sleeves floating in the air and the rest of the material pooled around her legs as she knelt next to the bed.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” her voice was just as he remember, even better now that he wasn’t swimming in his own head. “How are you feeling this morning?” Her eyes were searching his own and he felt vulnerable under them, but he felt safe. It was as though he wanted her to know him, to truly know him.

He had never felt such a feeling.

“I’m okay?” His voice was gravely as he spoke and his words were almost like a question. 

“It was a good job I found you when I did, who knows what would have happened,” she let out a sigh and even that sent Bucky’s head reeling, “at least you’re safe now.” Bucky simply nodded at her and when her hand came up to feel his forehead, she tutted slightly and ushered him to lay back down.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to kidnap you or anything, I just want to make sure you’re well enough before I let you go,” as Bucky continued to stare at her, he thought he imagined the small look of sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned him leaving.

The rest of the day was spent in that room, just the two of them whilst Bucky recovered from his deep hangover. He would have stayed in that state forever if it meant having her by his side. 

He had never felt so at ease with someone he didn’t know. Or even so, someone he had spent a couple of years fighting alongside. The team had never seen this side of him - the softness that radiated from him - only Steve had had the pleasure of seeing this. 

That only happened on rare occasions now, however.

But it all came naturally in the presence of this girl, it was like she was working some magic to make him this way but he loved it. His body had never felt so light and free, it must have been aching for this over the years., mixed in with all the other feelings he had been suppressing.

She kept the conversation flowing effortlessly, even if she did catching him just staring at her a few times. She would giggle and dip her head, a small smile gracing her features before she carried on with her ramblings. 

It was like music to Bucky’s ears. He could listen to her all day.

There wasn’t another mention of his drunken nights in Bucharest, it was almost like it had never happened. Almost.

Boys workin’ on empty

Is that the kind’a way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

’m so full of love I could barely eat

Steve was worried. Steve worried a lot in general but when he worries about Bucky, it’s on a completely different level. 

After Bucky’s disappearing act the week before, there was something different about him. It was in his eyes and the way he moved, even in the way he talked and the way he sat. Steve couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He’d never seen his friend in this way before.

“Hey Buck,” Steve’s voice came from behind him as they geared up for the next mission. It was only small but it was near Bucharest. Bucky was desperately hoping it would be over quickly so he could sneak off to see her once everything was cleared up.

Bucky simply hummed in response, not looking up from the gun he was man handling. “Is everything alright? You haven’t really eaten much today and you could really use the energy for the mission.” 

Bucky felt the need to roll his eyes at Steve but he knew his friend was coming from a good place. “Don’t worry about me pal, I’m good.” He shot his friend a smile before heading over to the exit, leaving Steve behind with a uncertain feeling swirling in his head.

She was lingering in the back of Bucky’s mind the whole time. Those few days spent with her filled him with something he never thought he’d feel again, but she had a way of bringing so much life back to him.

She made him promise he would return to her, she didn’t know how long she could last without him. She was drawn to him and she wasn’t going to cut that connection out of her life. They both needed it as much as each other.

The soft click of the door opening and closing caught her attention. She was sitting on the mattress on the floor of Bucky’s apartment. He insisted that she met him somewhere else but she was adamant that she saw his home, even if it was a temporary one.

She just wanted to be let that little bit further into his life.

She stood up quickly and when Bucky rounded the corner, he was met with the most beautiful sight he had the pleasure of seeing.

“Y/N,” her name fell in a whisper from his lips and the smile that broke out onto her face at the presence of him caused his heart to swell. “Look at you, Sarge,” her eyes were wandering up and down his figure and he felt bare, but he would allow it. Just for her.

It would always be just for her.

“Sorry I haven’t cleaned up,” Bucky started, slowly making his way towards her. “You see, there was this dame that was practically calling my name, so I just had to rush home to see her.” 

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks but she kept quiet, wanting to see what the man was going to say next. “And here she is, looking as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on her.” This time, she couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from within.

“You were mumbling that I was an angel the day you first met me,” she reminded him, giving him a pointed look before instantly softening it. “I stand by everything I said.” There was no humour in his words and his eyes were sparkling as they looked into the girl’s in front of him. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he mumbled. They hadn’t moved from the spot they were in. Their toes were practically touching and their bodies swayed slightly, the fabric of their clothes brushing against each other occasionally.

“I’ve been the same,” Y/N replied, bringing a hand up to run across the dark of Bucky’s combat suit. Bucky couldn’t feel her touch but goosebumps still arose on his skin following where her fingers danced. 

“You’ve been in my life for a little over a week and I can’t believe how much you’ve affected me already, a grown woman should never fall this way.”

Her words sounded like she was scolding herself but Bucky couldn’t help the flutter of his heart hearing her say such a thing. To know she was falling with him made him feel at peace. It wasn’t bad if both of you were feeling this way, right?

“I’ll be with you all the way down, angel,” Bucky had brought a hand up to her chin, pinching it ever so gently between his thumb and fingers to tilt her head so she was looking into his piercing blue eyes. A moment passed and no thought was given as they both reached forward and placed their lips together.

The kiss was as sweet as could be.

There’s nothin’ sweeter than my baby

I’d never want once from the cherry tree

‘Cause my baby’s sweet as can be

She gives me toothache just from kissing me

It had been nearly five months of their love. Bucky’s disappearances did not go unnoticed by everyone in the tower, but no one questioned it when he came back floating on air. No one was going to ruin that for him.

She was his little secret, and as long as he kept her from everyone else, he kept her safe. She was never one to question that.

She never questioned anything he did. When they were together, it was just them, and nothing else in the world mattered. Not their pasts or their future. It was those two in that moment, alone.

Her body and soul belonged to Bucky now and she wouldn’t have it any other way. The love he showed her was like no other. He didn’t believe he was capable of it but every day with her proved to him that anything was possible.

From the first day he kissed her, he could never get enough. Her taste, the feeling of her, it was intoxicating to him and he would forever be drunk on the presence of her. 

She was willing to give at any moment.

He would always wrap his strong arms around her waist, bringing her body close to his own and pepper kisses along her exposed neck, all the way down to the neckline of her shirt. They were both too enamoured with the feeling of each other to think about the world passing around them.

No matter what she was doing, even when it was the most mundane of tasks, once he touched her with his lips, they would be in their own world, living by their own rules where only they existed. No wonder Bucky didn’t go home for days. 

She was his new refuge.

“Do you know how many times you’ve kissed me today?” Her voice was soft as a chuckle fell from her lips. She felt Bucky shrug against her back. She was trying to cook them an evening meal but having Bucky hanging off her the whole time was making it a little difficult.

“I don’t know, doll,” his voice was muffled as he pressed another kiss to the back of her neck. The warmth of his lips sent chills across her skin and she knew Bucky could feel it when he smiled against her. “Not enough.” 

His mouth was next to her ear now, and with his hands gripping her waist, he turned her around so she was facing him. 

In the low light of her apartment, shadows fell on Bucky’s face, but she could recreate his face from memory now. The hours she’d spent awake staring at him while he slept, drinking him in when he was at peace. She never wanted to forget him.

As much as Bucky thought she was his saving grace, he never truly knew the effect he had had on her body and soul.

“I’m surprised you’re not tired of it yet,” a gentle smile took over her face as she looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown, drinking in every inch of her he could. “There’s not enough time in my life to get enough of you and your lips, even if I spent all my hours with you.”

His words made her speechless but he was already placing his lips against hers once again before she even had chance to say anything more. 

My baby never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the lord don’t forgive me

I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me

The newspaper sitting on the coffee table in her pristine apartment sent a jolt of panic through Bucky. His own face staring back at him. 

It was all coming out now. Just as the world was starting to trust him again, everything was being thrown back in his face. He would never truly be worthy of his place with the Avengers. He knew it from the moment he started but now she knew.

She would think he isn’t worthy of her. 

At one point in his life he might have thought any God above could forgive him. Even if it was just a small amount. They would see it wasn’t him doing Hydra’s dirty work for all those years, and they would end the suffering he was facing.

After clinging onto that hope for what seemed like an eternity, Bucky finally let it slip away. 

No one would forgive him. This girl had been sent to show him what he could never truly have and she was about to be ripped away from him to leave a gaping hole in his heart. 

“It’s all lies,” her naturally soothing voice came from behind and it made him jump. He turned his body towards her and the dress floating around her body seemed to be swaying in the breeze-less space.

“Doll, I’m sorry,” he started but his voice faltered. She only shook her head, taking a few steps to close the space between them and resting her hands on his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

Her eyes were certain as they peered into his own and he felt himself getting lost in her presence. “Your hands are so gentle, and your body so soft, it’s like I’m laying with an angel every night you’re around.” 

Those words would be unbelievable if they were falling from anyone else’s lips but the girl in front of him had become his home, and he would trust her with his whole life. 

If she said he was an angel, Bucky could feel the wings emerging from his back.

“You are the Bucky I know, it’s the Bucky everyone should know, and I love who you are, no matter what your past may hold,” she brought her hands slowly up until they were resting against his neck, the warmth seeping front her fingertips into his skin. 

“You are my love.”

Bucky’s hands came up in between them, causing her to take the smallest step back but it still caused Bucky’s heart to sink slightly at the space between them.  

“My hands have caused pain and suffering you couldn’t even imagine, doll,” a moment passed. “I don’t want you to imagine it, I don’t want you to think about it at all but the world is going to try it’s damn hardest to tear us apart.”

He was staring down at his hands now and the view of her hands slipping in to his caused tears to rise in his eyes. 

“These hands are so gentle and protective of me, I don’t need other people to tell me of your past Bucky, I only know who you are right now, and you are a good man.”

She could carry on all night. Telling him of all the great things he is and trying to build him back up, but she knew she didn’t have to say anything else. As he collapsed into her arms, with his head buried in the space between her shoulder and neck.

She knew she had this man for the rest of her life.

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the lowland plot I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

With every touch, Bucky thought she was going to shatter under his fingertips. It had been a year and even after all the love shared between them, he was still as gentle as he could be, never wanting to hurt her accidentally. 

“Bucky, you can touch me,” there was no mocking in her eyes when he looked up to meet them. Only love. He had been so worried about hurting her, it never occurred to him that he could push her away by being so gentle. 

That was never a possibility though.

His mind was playing tricks on him, and it was evident in his eyes as she studied him from her place on the sofa. They hadn’t seen each other for a month. Between Bucky’s missions and duties with the Avengers, he didn’t have time to sneak away and it felt like a piece of him had been missing the whole time she wasn’t next to him.

But now the moment was here. He was making up for lost time, placing fluttering kisses along her skin as she watched TV, taking in every hum she made at the sweet feeling. It wasn’t long before she turned her face towards his and captured his lips with hers.

From then on, she wouldn’t let them wonder anywhere else. She’d missed this feeling, and him maybe twice as more. The taste of her seemed to be amplified from it being absent for so long and he needed all he could get. He would be staying here until he was satisfied and he didn’t think he ever would be.

When her lips broke apart from his and her words echoed through the quiet room, he hadn’t realised his hands were hovering over her skin. Her shirt had risen up where his hand had been and as if instinctively, he removed his hand before it could make contact with her soft skin.

As much as they had shared loving touches, Bucky had never pushed her into anything else. It ended at hands gliding over clothed skin and kisses that never ventured further than the neckline of a shirt.

Bucky longed for that love but he would wait for her. 

“I want this to be for you,” she felt his breath fan over her as he spoke and her heart swelled. Her words were full of love when she finally replied, “I’ve wanted this for so long, all I’ve ever wanted was you.” 

That was all it took for Bucky’s hand to find it’s place against her skin. It set her nerve endings on fire and the kisses become more needy as time passed. Hands were gripping skin, tighter than usual but still with a love that was only reserved for either one of them.

Before either of them could think, they had made their way to the bedroom. Bucky’s hands slowly removing her clothes and discarding them on the path to the bed. His own started to mix in with them.

She lay there, the only thing covering her was her underwear and Bucky felt like he could sit and stare at her for hours, and his life would be complete. A giggle that escaped her lips brought him out of his trance and she was shyly looking up at him from her place on the sheets.

“What’s up, Sarge?” He had pretended to hate the nickname since the first time she had said it, but he secretly loved it coming from her. He simply shook his head, before leaning down and kissing along her body.

It felt as though his warm lips were leaving searing marks all along her body but she would gladly accept it. She would wear them with pride because they were made by the man she adored. 

The night seemed to last forever but also to end too soon. Time stood still, sped up and slowed down all at once. But the lovers were too enthralled in each other to notice.

She was the softest thing he had ever felt. The sweetest thing to have entered his life. 

Images on her underneath him, on top of him, next to him, flooded his mind as they both lay on the bed in the dark room. She was asleep, her head resting on his outstretched arm and her body facing towards his own. He couldn’t shut his mind off after what had just happened.

The noises she had made, mixing with his own sounded like an angelic choir. This wasn’t a sin, it was an act of love for each others souls. They were entwined in each other. There was no escaping, not that he wanted to anyway.  

His soul had never felt so free, even with hers making it’s way into all the dark spaces of his own. Shining her warm light in there and making him the whole person he was supposed to be.

He had found his soulmate, something he never thought he deserved but now he would never give her back to the universe. 

She was his forever.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

“What happens when I die?” 

The words caught him off guard and he turned his head towards the woman beside him. 

Her hair was strewn across the pillow, a mess from the events of the night before but her skin had a glow that was a reflection of the morning sun beaming in through the windows. The sheer curtains were doing nothing to block out the rays. 

Bucky had always insisted they get better curtains, making a point that everyone would be able to see inside. She had only countered his argument with “I want everyone to see the love we make.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky snapped back to reality and was trying to lower his heart rate. Everyone was going to die, but the thought of it happening to his love set off an ache in his heart that felt worse than falling to his death from that train, all those years ago. 

“You’re immortal, I’ll go before you, I’ll be old before you,” there was no sadness in her words but there was something else there. She didn’t want to miss out on his life, of the life that they could have together for many years to come but they both knew what was going to happen, they just never dared say it before now. 

“It’s more likely I will go before you in a mission, my love,” it was whispered, in hopes she wouldn’t hear but she did. She didn’t saying anything though. 

“If that happens, I will crawl out of my home in the ground and find my way to you, I will not let you live this life without me now.”

The sun was cast across Bucky’s face, and the blue of his eyes was fully exposed. She couldn’t keep her eyes away from them and looking into them now, she couldn’t see there wasn’t a lie in his words. 

“I will do the same for you, my angel.” 

They knew they would have limited time together on this earth. Life hadn’t been fair on Bucky from the moment he was born. The bad things always seemed to find him no matter where he tried to hide and he knew one day he wouldn’t have her anymore, or in the worst case scenario, she wouldn’t have him to protect her.

For as long as he could, he would keep her safe. He would love her with everything in his body and when the time came, their souls would reunite and become one. Spending eternity together in love.

[midnightmochi]

Can you write about jumin having an argument with mc and the arguments didn't end well. They went to work with bitterness. So mc work as a medical emergency team response and was sent to help the victims of a collapsed building. During the evacuation, mc was caught in the collapsed. She was badly injured but not life threatening. Jumin being busy he is doesn't know this until it was showed on the . If it's not to your liking you can ignore it.

Words that Shouldn’t Have Been Said

Parings: Jumin Han x MC/Reader

Genre: Angst w/ Good Ending

Warnings: Language, Hospitals, Crying

Word Count: 1,301 words

Notes: Hey! Thank you both for requesting this, it’s been in my box for a while since I went onto hiatus for so long. I hope you like this!

“Why are you so stubborn? Is it something I had done?” MC angrily exclaimed as her face flushed red from anger. 

“How many times do I have to repeat myself? It’s not. Stop asking me over and over again.” Jumin responded bluntly with hints of irritation in his voice. 

MC frustratingly sighed as they were putting on their work uniform hastily. Jumin and MC have been arguing all night. Every corner and bit of atmosphere of Jumin’s penthouse were echoed with words and voices filled with wrath. Jumin has been very distant and cold recently, it’s gotten to a point where it’s upsetted MC, causing them to bring the issue up.

“It’s not just nothing, you’ve been acting like a stranger around me for the past fucking week. You haven’t even been talk to me that much and all you have been doing is engrossing yourself in your piles of work and bottles and bottles of wine.” MC screamed as they were putting on their watch while looking at the time as they gathered the last few items while walking towards the door, ready to leave. MC was a first respondant and they were off-duty when they received an emergency page. 

MC hit a nerve within Jumin with their language and tone. Suddenly, Jumin’s usual calm composure was now overcame with anger as he uncontrollably spat out, “Perhaps, stop pushing your unpleasant curiousity into business that is not yours and refrain from being so sensitive.”

The moment those words left Jumin’s lips, MC halted their steps, facing the door with their back turned to him. Jumin’s insensitive words jabbed at MC, they bit their lips refusing to cry as tears started filling their eyes. Tense silence hung in the air for what seemed forever.

Jumin’s eyes widened as he covered his mouth realising what he has just said. “MC… I-”

MC lowered their head down as they stared at the floor, as they finally spoke wlth a trembling voice, “Han Jumin. As engrossed as you are in things that arent related with me, I’d still wish for you to remember that I am your wife/husband and you are my husband. I am worried and upset because my husband isn’t acting like Han Jumin. I’m annoying you and getting in your business because I give a shit about you, about us. So please, even when you don’t consider me the same way, keep that in your mind.” MC sniffled, wiped their tears and opened the door to leave and slammed it shut behind them.

“MC, WAIT, COME BACK!” he shouted as he listened to the sound of MC’s footsteps fading away, knowing he can’t stop them with people’s on the line requiring their aid. Jumin knocked all the papers on his large worktable onto the floor in anger, scaring Elizabeth the 3rd that was sitting on the side. Jumin buried his face in his hands in regret. He took out his cellphone to call them, only for it to go directly to their voicemail. He dropped the phone on his table and grunted in annoyance. 

Then there was a knock on the door, Jumin rose his head hoping to see MC, but was greeted with the serious face of his security officer. His security spoke, “the Gala building at downtown is collapsing sir, people are requesting our resources down to help.”“We shall send our helicopters then, and try to help all we can.” Jumin replied in his now monotonous voice, refuosing so show his loss of composure.

“Yes sir,” the security officer said, walking out of the room but then pausing to say, “and I’ll get you your maid to help you clean that up, sir.”

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There were heavy layers of dust and debris floating in the air. MC rose their voice and screamed loud enough for everyone to hear through the mask that they wore. They yelled out instructions to get to safety and all the safety precautions they needed to take. They escorted every single one, tending the ones that are injured, taking their pulses, and trying to get the ones who needed ambulance to the ambulance cars. They pushed a loose strand of hair back as they look at the building that was barely standing up. The firefighters went in and out of the building, grabbing whoever they could. Out of the corner of their eyes, MC saw a child crying and yelping for help with a very loose beam on top of her. 

“LOOK OUT!” MC screamed as they sprinted towards the building, putting down all the fear and worries inside their mind aside. They grabbed the child by the arms flung them to safety. But then, the next thing they knew, there was a large crash and everything went black. 

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Jumin was frustratingly staring at the news that was playing on the huge flat-screen TV that was mounted on his wall. But, his mind wasn’t really listening to what the news reporter was saying because his mind reconsidering the words he said during the argument today. *I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? I lost myself within my emotions, and placed my anger onto them. I have to apologise when they come home today.* Jumin was lost in his thoughts until a familiar name rung in his ear.

“There was 25 casualties today at the scene of the collapse. One being C&R’s Director Han’s wife/husband, Han MC. They were saving a child from a collapsing beam inside the building. The beam collapsed onto MC and they are now being rushed to the hospital along with the 24 others.” The news reporter stated in her robotic voice.

At this Jumin’s eyes widened. He started to panic and yelled for his security to get his ride ready to go to the nearest local hospital. Jumin paced around his room as he started losing his sanity, crying and sobbing. For once in his lifetime, he decided to pray to the God that he never really believed in in his whole so-called Christian life. He prayed that they were okay and alive. He apologised to God for the hurtful things they said to MC and that they are willing to even give their own life in exchange for theirs. 

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MC’s eyes fluttered open as their vision was filled with the white ceiling and walls. The sound of the monitor beeped in their ears as the smell of medicine lingered in the air. They turned their head to see a sobbing Jumin with his head down in the bed, sniffling and praying. MC weakly reached their hand out to stroke Jumin’s face. 

Jumin was startled and surprised as he bombarded MC with questions, “Are you okay!? Are you hurting!? Why weren’t you more careful!? Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?” 

MC stared at Jumin with blank confusion on their face. They wiped Jumin’s tears away with the weak force that was left within them. Jumin cleared his throat and apologised for asking so many questions because he was so worried. He rose his hand to MC’s and held it and then started crying harder. 

“I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for the words I shouldn’t have said, I was inconsiderate and overwhelmed with work. It blinded me and caused me to distance myself away from you. You’re right I should’ve opened up to you and talked to you instead of hiding away. Please forgive me. I am so glad that you’re alive, I thought I was going to lose you…” Jumin sobbed as he broke down.

MC just smiled as they strated to cry too. They started apologising for the words that they said that upsetted Jumin. MC made Jumin promise them that he would never close himself away from them ever again. 

They faintly spoke, “I’m grateful that I’m alive too. I’m so grateful that your face is the first thing I see when I open my eyes, just like every morning in bed. And I hope that it keeps being this way as we grow old together.”

[moonscarsandstars]

reference for welsh

here you go @sirrriusblack (it was way too long at this point, don’t ask me why), but I finished it! also idea credits go to her too.

~~~

"What the hell?!"

The heavy sound of rain that came from outside the door- where James was standing- almost muffled his voice. Sirius blinked, his expression blank, and his bright, beaming smile faltered in confusion.

"You heard me, didn't you? I'm going to learn Welsh," he said, as if it was the most normal thing.

"I'm really not sure if I heard you well," deadpanned James, brushing a hand through his soaking wet hair. He rubbed his shoes on the welcome mat of Sirius and Remus’s flat, and leaned a little closer as the thunderstorm outside raged heavily.

"Oh shut up," quipped Sirius, propping his elbow up onto the door frame next to him. "I'm going to do it."

"First of all, this was your midnight emergency?! I came all this way to help you learn Welsh?!"

“How was I supposed to learn it without you? I wouldn’t last five minutes, now, would I?”

James seemed to ponder that for a moment. Then shook his head in agreement. “Good point. Can I come in now?”

“Oh, right,” said Sirius bemusedly, moving out the way as James shuffled inside hastily. He flicked his wand, and his raincoat was off him in a second and on the hanger at the side. He shook his head quickly, letting water splatter all over Sirius, who yelped loudly.

“Shit- he’s upstairs,” whispered Sirius, almost dramatically. “He’s not allowed to know.”

“Why?”

“Whisper!”

“Why?” Whispered James, a small, familiar grin on his face. “A prank?”

“You wish,” quirked Sirius. “It’s going to be a surprise.”

“Moony’d be darn surprised that you managed to learn anything,” said James with a chuckle.

“Oh shut up,” retorted Sirius, a feign frown on his face as his voice returned to normal. “You and McGonagall both know that I am a star pupil.”

“The only thing star about you is your name, Pads, shut up.”

“How dare-”

But James cut him off before he could finish his sentence. ”Why are you learning Welsh? Really?”

Sirius gave a defensive look, before sighing. “Y’know how we’re meeting his parents tomorrow? Well, I wanted to impress them, ‘nd...”

“That’s adorable, Pads, gee, I didn’t think you had it in you,” cooed James, though a certain part of it was genuine. “You really have it bad for him, huh?”

“Oh, do I,” mumbled Sirius, his voice heavier than he wanted it to be.

~~~

An hour, four cups of hot chocolate, almost waking Remus up and lot of procrastination later, the two of them got to work at around three thirty in the morning.

“So I bought this book to help-”

“You can read?”

Sirius shot a glare at James before continuing. “It’s supposed to teach me the basic phrases and daily communes.”

“Daily whats?”

“Uh- um- that’s not the point! The point is, I should be able to frame at least one sentence to impress them.”

“Padfoot, mate, you can’t even phrase a proper sentence in English. How d’you suppose you’re going to do this?”

“Effort, Prongsie, not that you’d know.”

James opened his mouth, but Sirius continued with a smirk on his face.

“So the first phrase is- uh- um- Prongs, how d’you pronounce this?”

Lifting the book, Sirius pointed his finger at the words on the page.

SU’MAE

“Uh, you’re on your own there, Pads, I have no idea.”

“Soo- may? That- I- what?”

“Isn’t it soo-mye?”

“But-” started Sirius, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Actually- is it?”

“Ask Moony, he’d know.”

“The reason I called you at this ungodly hour is to make sure Moony doesn’t find out!”

James smirked. “You won’t last without him.”

Ignoring James, and trying to fight back James’s contagious smile, Sirius continued. “It means ’hello’.”

“Mkay, what’s next?”

“I- I think the next one is- uh-” Sirius pointed at the page again, and James tilted his head over to read it.  

SUT DACH CHI?

“It means ‘how are you’, and it’s the formal version. I use the formal version with his parents, right?

“Yeah,” responded James, looking back to the word. “How d’you pronounce it though?”

“Is it soot or sut?”

“Soot, I think. Right?”

“I don’t know...?”

“Let’s make it sut, how ‘bout that?”

“That works,” said Sirius, studying the paper hard. “S- sut duk chee?”

“That’s way too British. It has one of those-” he made a throaty, hoarse noise- “-for that part, don’t they?”

“What?”

Sirius blinked, his expression extremely confused. James laughed loudly, making the corners of Sirius’s lips twitch up.

“Oh come on, we have to be serious- no don’t you da-”

“YOU’RE ALWAYS SIRIUS!”

Cringing, as James burst into a fit of giggles, Sirius gently slammed his head against the book on the table. 

“Prongs, is that you?” 

The familiar voice from the other room scared Sirius. Hastily, he threw the book halfway across the room, and got it to rush under the sofa with a flick of his wand. He stuffed his wand into his hair, only to realise it was out, and threw it away from him.

Just in time, as Remus appeared tiredly in front of them.

“What’s happening?” Mumbled Remus, rubbing his eyes. 

The suspicious glint- the one he’d used as a prefect in Hogwarts- was still sharp in his voice.

“I- nothing- I- James came to drop this-” Sirius hastily picked up a pen “- this off, he- I left it at his,” stuttered out Sirius, trying to put on a smile. 

Remus didn’t look the least convinced. “I’m not thick. What’s he really doing here?”

“I- um-”

“I came to help Sirius-”

“He came to help me-”

“We- we were-”

“Practicing!”

“Yeah! Practicing- uh- practicing-”

“The salsa?”

“What the-”

Eyes wide and lips tight, Remus’s eyes darted between the two of them, before he burst out in laughter, louder than Sirius expected. But he couldn’t help the smile that came with watching Remus chortle, and before he knew it, he was laughing along too.

“Honestly, I don’t find that hard to believe,” he said, bemusedly with a grin on his face.

“Heh, yeah,” trailed off James with a smile and a chuckle that was oh-so-obviously fake. Sirius pursed his lips at him.

“I’m turning in. You two-” he waved his hand vaguely “-carry on whatever it was you were doing.”

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Rubbing his eyes, Sirius tiredly propped himself up on his elbows, squinting as the light in the room blinded him. For a split second, last night was merely a haze, before it all came back to him.

As well as the inevitable meeting of Remus’s parents.

Fear and some form of dread hit Sirius like a brick. His chest seemed to tighten, and any knowledge of Welsh that’d been drilled into his head by a bemusedly irritated James seemed blurry. What if it didn’t go as planned? What if it was too much? What if-

“Hey Pads? You awake already?”

Meeting Remus’s gaze, Sirius’s nerves settled. It was going to be okay. That was, until they raised at Remus’s shirtless torso.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, smiling as he stretched his arms away from him, yawning slightly.

“You ready?”

That smile. The way the corners of Remus’s lips tugged up to the left, and wrinkled just a little. Sirius could spend years staring at it.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” replied Sirius sleepily.

“What were you doing with Prongs? Last night?” Remus slumped down onto the bed next to Sirius, pulling his jumper on.

“Nothing, Moons,” drawled Sirius lazily, pulling Remus into a long, deep kiss. His hands travelled up Remus’s jumped, and his hazy mind focused on Remus’s smooth skin.

“As much as I love this,” started Remus, breaking away. “And trust me I do,” he added hastily. “We need to get ready. My dad’s setting up the portkey for nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah. He was always an early bird,” said Remus with a small chuckle.

“Too early,” whined Sirius. “Even for me.”

“Don’t you want to impress him?” Asked Remus bemusedly, with a small, almost challenging smirk.

“Maybe I have some other tricks up my sleeve,” quipped Sirius, staring Remus in the eyes with an equally challenging smirk.

Remus raised an eyebrow, before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. “’M taking a quick shower, yeah?”

“M’kay,” mumbled Sirius, dozing back off into his pillow.

The next time Sirius woke up, it was to Remus frantically shouting at him. At first, the words made no sense, until they did.

“Are you seriously not awake yet? Oh come on! At least put something decent on if you aren’t going to- are you awake?! Oh come on, you’re supposed to be the early bird here, aren’t you?!”

“SHIT! ‘M awake! I’m awake, sorry Moons,” mumbled Sirius, eyes growing wide and trying to pull off his shirt. He attempted to grab something from the closet nearest. Pulling the shirt he’d planned to wear, Sirius rushed to the bathroom.

Ten messy minutes later, Sirius was sitting with a frown, as Remus smiled sadistically.

“You could’ve told me he’d postponed it.”

“Watching you panic was so much more fun,” said Remus with an infuriating grin, chuckles bubbling in his voice.

“Oh come on!”

“You forget who really planned the banana cups prank, don’t you?”

“Moons, we’ll forever be in your debt,” said Sirius solemnly, though the small grin tugged at his lips as his mind swept back to the memory. 

“Wait,” started Remus, his eyebrows creasing as he picked up the tattered cap from the seat next to them. “I think it’s now.”

Sirius felt his stomach clutch. It was really happening. Now.

“I- I-” started Sirius, unable to get words out. Some sort of nervousness travelled through his veins. But a giddy type of nervousness; the type people got before  roller coasters and quidditch matches. 

“It’s going to be okay,” said Remus with that smile of his. 

And before he knew it, a pull behind his bellybutton twisted through his body, giving him a sick feeling as he was being pulled through the air. With a large thud, he landed on the paved driveway of the Lupin residence.

This was it he thought with a small, less mischievous grin.

Intertwining his fingers between Remus’s, Sirius squeezed his hand softly, and nervously tapped his fingers against the other’s knuckles. 

They walked up the path, both nervous, even if in different ways.

A soft knock on the doors revealed Hope Lupin. Her brown hair fell in soft, straight bangs falling above her eyes, and fell down past her shoulders. A kind smile occupied her face, and soft, blushed skin wrinkled at the corners of her eyes.

“Welcome home, cariad! Collais i chi gymaint, sut wyt ti?” She turned to Sirius before continuing. “Sirius! You must be his boyfriend,” she said with a wink. “I’ve heard a lot about you!

“Ma!”

“Come in, come in,” she said, lovingly.

The two of them shuffled in, Remus red in the face and Sirius smiling shyly.

“Hello boys!” Came a gruff, warm voice. Lyall embraced Sirius in a small hug, and engulfed Remus in a bigger one, ruffling his curly hair. “You’re his- his partner, huh?”

Sirius could hear the way Lyall’s voice faltered just a little, but decided to stay calm. After all, they were all trying.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” said Remus, his voice calm.

“Neither would we, cyw, we love you,” said his mother, in a loving voice that seemed far from fake, settling Sirius’s nerves.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Exclaimed Sirius, almost forgetting last night. “Soo ’may! Sut dach chi?”

Hope’s confused expression melted into an endearing smile as she responded with a small chuckle. “Rwy'n gwneud yn dda iawn, diolch, beth amdanoch chi?”

“Uhh...” trailed off Sirius, meeting Remus’s amused gaze- though the love in his eyes was something Sirius would learn the entire language to see. “E-wawn, dioh-l-k yn fawr e-wan!”

Hope burst into warm-hearted chuckles, and trailed a finger over Sirius’s cheek lovingly. “You’ve really hit a jackpot, huh cariad?”

“Ma!”

But both their eyes looked at Sirius with the same love and affection Sirius had craved all these years. He couldn’t help his cheeks growing red, and the smile that grew on his lips.

“I didn’t actually know about this,” admitted Remus, sneaking a little kiss on his cheek. “He surprised the both of us, didn’t he?”

“I promise you, Prongs and I weren’t learning the salsa last night,” drawled Sirius, unable to keep the happiness out of his voice.

“You- I-” stuttered Remus, eyes growing wide. He kissed Sirius passionately for a second, and both of them forgot where they were, before hastily breaking apart and blushing profusely under Hope and Lyall’s gaze.

“Oh cariad...”

“He really loves you, son, doesn’t he?”

Lyall’s voice was thick, and something about him was less stiff.

“I love him too,” said Remus, snatching a quick look that lasted forever at Sirius, who was smiling, eyes glassy.

[calpalirwin]

Detention

Summary: You and Michael end up in detention together. (Clever title and summary, I know.)

Word Count: 1.4k

And away, and away we go!

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Aside from the rustle of papers and the scratching of pencils, the classroom was silent. Your own test had already been turned in, so your nose was buried deep in the newest book you’d been reading. “Psst,” the boy in front of you whispered over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized, pulling your feet off the rungs of his seat, thinking you were jostling him again like you had last week.

“What did you get for 18?”

“Which one was that?” you whispered back, eyes on the teacher who was thankfully talking with another student.

“This one.” He pushed his test as far down his desk towards you without drawing attention.

“Oh, um…” you leaned forward ever so slightly, squinting at the various diagrams. “It’s C.”

“Thanks.”

You started to tell him that it was no problem, but all you got out was “No,” before there was an authoritative clearing of the throat beside you. Both you and the boy, lifted your gazes upwards to find your teaching staring back down at you.

“Michael,” they stated, holding out their hand expectantly.

Michael handed over his test with a mumbled apology.

“I’ll see you both after class.”

You both nodded as the teacher strode back to their desk. Michael flashed you an apologetic smile while you sat there in a frozen panic, feeling your chest tighten. God damn it! How could you be so stupid?!

When the bell rang, everyone scrambled for the door. Everyone except you and Michael who stayed put in your seats. Once the class was empty, Michael made his way over to the teacher’s desk, you following behind at a much slower pace. By the time you reached the desk, Michael was already playing hero. “It wasn’t Y/N’s fault. They were telling me to leave them alone.”

You stilled in confusion. Why was Michael coming to your defense? Sure, you shared a few classes with him, and while you were friendly with each other, you wouldn’t say that you were buddies. So why was he potentially making his own punishment worse by coming to your rescue when you were just as much to blame?

The teacher’s tongue clicked. “Be that as it may, you’re still both receiving zeros on the test and have 2 weeks of detention starting tomorrow. Understood?”

“Yes,” you both answered, before gathering your bags and leaving the classroom.

“Look, I’m rea-” Michael started at the same time you went “Why?”

His light green eyes blinked. “Why? Why what?”

“Why did you take all the blame? I told you the answer. It was my fault, too.”

He shrugged. “Because you help everybody all the time. Let us bug you for the answers without telling us to piss off. You don’t deserve to get in trouble for helping us underachievers. Plus you looked like you were gonna cry. You’re not, are you?”

You sniffed hurriedly. “What? No…”

“Good… cuz that would be very punk rock of you.”

“I’m not punk rock…”

“Everyone’s punk rock. Some of us are just more… in your face about it. Your parents gonna be mad at you?”

You scoffed. “Honestly, no. That would require them to pay attention.”

Michael winced in sympathy. “Sounds rough. And very punk rock.”

You scoffed again. “Super punk rock. I’m living every teenager’s dream, didn’t you know?”

He chuckled lightheartedly. “Actually it kinda sounds a little like a nightmare. But hey, what do I know? I can barely pass biology. See ya tomorrow, Y/N.”

You gave a small wave. “Bye, Mike.”

~~~

You glanced around the nearly empty classroom that served as after school detention, wondering how Michael wasn’t here yet when you had the same last class. Sighing, you took a seat in the back, ignoring the looks from the frequent flyers. You were about to turn the page in your book when you saw a flash of bright red hair, before the person occupied the seat next to you. “Psst,” the voice whispered. “You have Mr. K for history, yeah?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can you help me with the assignment? Not copy it obviously. But like actual help?”

You shot Michael a soft smile before putting your book away and pulling out your history worksheet. “So it’s pretty basic,” you started to explain. “You just answer the questions.”

“But why do the answers have spaces? Is that like for each letter of the answer? And what do the numbers underneath mean? How come they’re only under some spaces?”

“Because at the bottom,” you pointed to where there was a final question with numbers under every blank space, “you’re gonna use your answers to figure out the code.”

“This is supposed to make history fun? Deciphering codes?”

You giggled quietly into your hand. “It’s not that hard. All the answers are in our notes. But you don’t really need them. Or, I didn’t anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s cuz you’re like super frickin’ smart.” Michael smirked at the way his dropped compliment made your cheeks flush as he turned his attention to the assignment. “Oh, you weren’t joking. This is super easy. Blank and Japan made up the Axis Powers. Germany.” He drawled his last word out slowly as he wrote in his answer.

The next ten or so minutes lapsed in silence as you both worked on answering the questions, sharing the occasional smile when he’d know the right answer without having to look at his notes first. “Wait…” Michael muttered when he got to the end of the page. “Who’s Goebbels? I thought Himmler was Hitler’s main guy. Or that other guy… Rommel?”

“Goebbels was in charge of propaganda,” you explained. “So yeah, while Himmler and Rommel were each an important piece of Hitler’s inner circle, Goebbels did a lot too. And since he was a politician, that’s sort of what sets him apart from Himmler and Rommel who essentially were just commanders doing Hitler and Goebbels bidding.”

“Oh… I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. Everyone focuses on Himmler and Rommel cuz they’re more fun to focus on. Actually doing the nitty gritty. The political aspect is bland to most people.”

“Yeah the fighting is way cooler. Hey, thanks for this,” he said, gesturing at his paper.

“For what? You did it all yourself.”

“Yeah, but like… I dunno. You explain things really well. Or at least in a way I can understand.”

You shrugged, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Thanks. But it’s probably just because I think like you do. Like I don’t think adults realize that we don’t understand things the way they do. Like Mr. K has been teaching this stuff forever. We’re just learning it for the first time.”

“Huh. Never thought about it like that before… Well, I still think you make a pretty good tutor.”

Your cheeks flushed darker. “Thanks. I can tutor you in other stuff if you want. Since how we’ll be here for a while.”

His green eyes lit up with excitement. “Wait, for real? You’ll help me?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

~~~

For the next two weeks, you tutored Michael in detention. Which was really just doing your assignments alongside him because you basically had all the same teachers just at different times of the day. It was easy for you to figure out when Michael got tripped up on something by the way he’d look up and to the side like he was hoping the answer was up on the wall somewhere. It was also kinda cute the way he’d scrunch up his nose when he was really concentrating, and the way he’d rest his chin in his palm when he listened to you explain things to clear up his confusion.

“You know, I used to think I was just stupid,” Michael commented as you both left your last detention.

“Needing things explained differently doesn’t make you stupid, Mike.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be getting straight A’s like you any time soon. Maybe a high C though. Low B even.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “You can be an A student if you wanted. You just gotta put in the work. And if you ever need a homework buddy…”

“Yeah? You’ll still help me?”

“Yeah. This has been kinda fun, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it has,” Michael admitted, a hand going to rub at the back of his neck. “But maybe we don’t always have to do homework?”

“Oh? You mean like hanging out as friends?”

“Or not friends? Movies? Tomorrow?”

In a brief moment of boldness, you reached up on tiptoe to kiss the boy’s cheek. “It’s a date.”

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