#ive been spinning him in my mind for a week haha

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

rise oc #3 cause i felt like i needed a turtle oc, his name is Rocío (roh-see-oh) and he is a four eyed turtle :)

[aroseformyself]

hi dear~ so ya khow i just found you with pure luck and i fell in love if find some free time could you write yandere mafia tweels pleas / maby part two for rent with a little nsfw aaaaw both of them together! >///< i wish you a nice day or night .

a/n: i actually didnt know whether or not if i should continue the rent writing, but you asked so…

Rent.

PART 2

Summary: getting thrown out of your apartment for late bills while in LA, possibly the best place people come to get laid, isn’t what you had in mind, but a freaky twist comes into play when your “friend” Jack Howl reveals that someone has been staring at you for weeks. (yandere)

⚠️warnings: yandere, threats, mentions of violence, jealousy, drug use, NSFW, noncon, no magic, modern au, blackmail, language, possible mix of tense

reader sex not specified.

when you wake, you are still on the bed you were when you got knocked out…

abruptly, your memories come flooding in and you recall getting kidnapped. by the twins slave or agent? you don’t know all you can think about is getting out of this place.

thinking about it has made you even more confused, where exactly are you?

you remember Floyd wishing you goodnight so you have to be somewhere Jade and Floyd maybe live? or a bunker type thing?

you hope not, that would make it harder to escape. you try to get up, but as soon as you do you are hit with nausea.

you wobble for a good minute, trying to blink away the feeling when the door bursts open. the sound making you jolt, but at least the nausea is gone.

you snap your head around to see Floyd standing there looking at you with an utterly pissed expression.

but in an instant, his face fills with joy like a puppy. you have no time to get out of his way before he tackles you into a hug, his sharp teeth dangerously close to you.

he grins wide, reminding you of the chesire cat, and spins around, “shrimpy! ive missed you so much!”

your senses heighten when you hear the nickname. he always called you that when you were together and, now that you think about it, its awkward how hes still using it.

you decide its not worth the argument, all you wanna do is get out of here, “Floyd,” you say, making sure to get his attention, “where is my phone? i have to go.”

Floyd sets you down and pretends to think, making the iconic pose. he looked to be eyeing the door which made you a little nervous, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “i don’t know, shrimpy, Jade said he took it somewhere.” he shrugged.

“while we wait what have ya been up to?” Floyd sat on the bed, watching you glare at him with a smile, “i heard from jade you work at a little cafe now? well not that it matters…” he muttered the last part under his breath.

“what was that last thing?” you ask, even though you knw fully well what he had stated.

“well since you live here now it doesnt matter, you boss knows you got no where to stay, so your job is toast, anyways.” Floyd said, shrugging his shoulders and looking away unbothered.

“i’m not living here Floyd!” you huff out angrily, “Jade better come back with my phone.” you utter, gritting your teeth.

“haha! shrimpy~ you don’t have another coice!” he said, laughing in between sentences, “you have no house, no job, no fam—”

“speaking of family, who is Jack Howl to you?” Floyf entire demeanor changed in an instant, he grabbed your shoulder and stood from the bed, towering over you.

“he kept calling you phone over and over.. i was starting to think i would have to deal with someone again, shrimpy~” you were terrified, the last time Floyd went to “deal” with someone who had hurt you in school, they were black and blue next time you saw them.

your eyes widened, “don’t hurt him, were just friends! and stop calling me that, we broke up!” you yell at him, trying to push him away.

Floyd’s grip on your shoulders tightened, his face turned sour, “oh? and if i killed grim, would you still think like that?” Floyd turned his head, a couple joints cracking.

you stop struggling, what is wrong with me?! i forgot about grim!

“good. shrim-py.” Floyd said, leaning in closer, but his movements stopped when you both heard a noise.

“my apologies for showing up late.” Jade entered the room shuting the door behind him and locking it with a key. “Floyd. if you scare them to much they might end up running again.”

you noted how he was carrying a plate with pancakes, eggs, and strawberries on it. and you couldn’t help but think, is that for me?

Jade ushered Floyd to let you go and told you to sit back on the bed. he forcefully semi pushed you onto the bed.

“eat up. we can’t have you dying of starvation, now can we?”

you feel numb. they were so nice, yet they kidnapped you. and now they are acting like your a couple..

well Jade did always seem interested in you. but Floyd always wanted to be alone with you.

you turn your head to the side, refusing the food placed infront of you. for all you know they could have poisoned it!

Jade took notice of this and decided it was best not to force you to eat, well at least thats what you thought.

“Y/n. i understand you do not trist us, but when was the last time you eated a proper meal?” you did not answer, Jade sighed and then got am idea, a horrible, terrible, awful idea.

Jade shot Floyd a glance Floyd shot Jade a glance.

Jade scooted you over and sat besdie you, Floyd sitting on the other side.

Jade took the fork and ate a piece of the pancakes, to which you would have backed up if mot for the headboard and Floyd. you aren’t dumb, you know what hes doing, you’ve read your fair share of wattpad.

Floyd locks his arms around you, grinning on your shoulder, “Looks like shrimpy knows whats up!”

you close your mouth tighty, but Jade still smashes his lips onto yours. when you dont open them, Floyd pinches you hard. making you let out a yelp, Jade takes the opportunity to push the pancake into you mouth, he quickly puts his hand over your face and closes your nose so you can’t breathe.

you eyes tear up, but you chew anyways. something weird happened to the pancakes because when you swallow, the pancake goes down slowly and it feels warm.

“How’d it taste, shrimpy? any poison?” you know Floyd is teasing you with the nickname.

“fine…” you mumble, taking the fork and pushing the twins away from you, you eat the pancakes and strawberries/eggs in a few minutes. ignoring the way Floyd faked falling onto the ground with a hurt cry.

you could only hope that Grim and Jack are okay.

you hear the subtle whsipers of Jade and Floyd behind you, and turn around, “what are you saying!”

“oh, nothing of your concern.” Jade assures you.

you turn back around, you need to think of a plan to get out of here but you come up emtpy. sure you could try to just run out and throw the plate and form at them, but they probably have gaurds, they’re rich! plus if they caught you then they’d just be pissed off. trying to escape at night would make sense but again the gaurds. this room has no windows and you don’t have any of you stuff so you’d have to jump even if it did. you don’t have your phone. you could try to pursuade them?

a headache kicked in out of nowhere and you suddnely found it hard to focus, “ughh..” you hold you head in your hands, your legs coming up and you find yourself sitting in fatal position.

“w-what the…” dizziness has kicked in, and your body started feelign warm, a little too warm.

you cma hear the twins laughing quietly, “so naive…” Jade starts, “you ate one bite and it was fine so whats the problem with taking multiple, huh?” he said, condescendingly.

tears clouded your vision it was to hot amd though you could barely think, you noticed how it was especially hot in your nether region.

“wha- what did—” a ringing sound buzze din your ears.

”oho! whaddya know! its Jackie! go on and answer it, Y/n!” Floyd announced, handing over your phone.

but i can barely say anything.. you think, your mind still hazy.

you clicked on the phone after missing a couple times, finally answering the call, “H-helloo?” you voiced as best you could, but your voice came out slurred. or as if you were drunk.

“Y/n?! are you okay? i called multiple times amd you didnt answer!”

“Ye-ahh~” you reply, but your response is cut short by Floyd’s hand going down your pants.

he strokes your bits, running his hand up and down and up and down.

you move your phone away form your mouth so you can tell him to knock it off, but it just comes out as little mewls.

Jade comes up behind you to and starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your back, as if wanting to put you to sleep.

“Y/n?” Jack calls form the other side, trying to figure out what is wrong with you, “are you good?”

“Yeah-..Yep! sorry for not—answering!” you speak quickly wanting the call the be over.

“alright, are you still coming over?”

Floyd starts circling your hole with one finger, dipping in the slender and cold finger, making you shiver, but it also feels oddly calming.

after a while of Floyd fingering you he added another finger making you bite your bottom lip. Floyd nips at your neck, biting down hard, “yes! er.. yes.”

“maybe hanging up on him would be a good idea, unless you want him to hear you screaming.” Jade nips at your ear.

Floyd pace quickly sped up, his fingers moving in and out at a rapid pace, “ngh!~” you came, and you feel oddly relaxed, you lean back on Jade, who rubs your thigh and kisses your shoulder, mumbling about how you did good.

“i ha-ve to go..” and with that you hung up on Jack. feeling awkward as ever since your oretty sure he heard you moan.

Floyd grins wide when he finds the sticky white liquid in your pants, “shrimpy!” he says cheekly, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking your cum off his hand, “salty! wanna taste?” you weakly shake your head.

but Floyd doesn’t take no for an answer, Floyd leaned down towards your face, and Jade held you still so you couldnt move.

“Floyd!” Floyd pressed his lips angainst your rather harshly, biting your lip the same way and forcing you to taste your essence.

it does taste salty.

you begin to push on Floyds shoulders, it was getting a little hard to breathe, the tears you’d been holding back fell as Floyd didn’t let you go.

but eventually Jade flicked Floyd’s forehead, “Floyd, they were suffocating.”

Jade wipes your tears and turns you around, slowly undressing you before their very eyes. first your shirt, and taking off your clothes actually somewhat helped the burning heat in your lower stomach.

maybe its for the best, and if i wake up earlier than them maybe i can take the key and escape! you now had a plan formed in your head.

your clothes are off and Jade hurts! your being streched, and he’s not moving either he and Floyd are just talking like your aren’t even there.

you feel another orgasm coming your bits are sore, you’ve came a total of three times tonight, once on Floyd’s fingers and already once with Jade, and another is coming.

Jade rolls his hips ever so gently, watching as you hide your face in his neck and come, “aww! shrimpy’s still sensitive from coming, eh?” Floyd states, poking your back.

“i wonder what you’ll be like when you take both of us.” Floyd grins evilly as you jolt.

you didn’t know how long it went on. but Jade and Floyd had you fucked out by the end. you peacefully slept, curling up with one of the jackets around you, your not sure which.

you don’t know how long it’s been but you need to leave quick. you sit up after peeling yourselves form the twins grip, scooting off the bed and onto the floor, where their clothes sat, you checked Jade’s pockets for the key, silently celebrating once you found it.

you stood on wobbly legs, stumbling over to the door and feel a liquid running down your thighs, you hug them together. you couldn’t find your underwear but you did find your pants, and hoodie. you swiftly put them on and unlocked the door.

but as you reached for the doorknob someones hand already had found it.

“although you look cute all messy, i can’t stop myself from getting mad at you for leaving us like we were a one night stand, shrimpy.” Floyd said, his other hand hitting the door next to your head.

“Trust us when we tell you.” they said in sync, “you aren’t leaving again.”

holy shit that took me an hour to write 😪

i profusely apologize to jack again

[diedraechin]

hello!! I love BYSOTI and I wanted to thank you for sharing it with us. Ive been following it for years and it was such a joy to see you come back to it earlier this/last year. I was wondering, do you have like a whole timeline plotted out in your head where you plan out how the story will go? or do you mostly have vague ideas that you want to hit and you just end up writing until it gets there? I just cannot imagine writing a 350k+!!!!! fic and keeping everything straight, haha. It boggles my mind!! Thanks again so much. Much love, and I hope you and yours are having a safe and happy new year!!

Thank you so much! I was so happy to be able to return to this.

The whole timeline has been completely plotted out in my head since the beginning. Or rather, the major points have. Including how everything comes together at the end. Then I tackle it in chunks in details and usually write out an outline.

The reason I do this is to give the story room to evolve naturally and not corner myself into something and then it not working with the stuff I've already written. So, for example. I knew that he wouldn't stay in Russia at the beginning, that he was going to go back to Japan and that Yuuri and Viktor would have to maintain their friendship long distance. And I knew I wanted him to have a successful career in Juniors. I knew I was going to send him to Detroit and that it was unlikely he was going to mesh well with Celestino.

So it's a bit of A and a bit of B. The overall timeline has major milestones, but then I basically plot everything out by season and because things are shoved into a real timeline of a sport, I definitely have to write that out as things happen to make sure I'm not randomly adding weeks of time in the middle of the Grand Prix.

I also have to at least cursorily figure out the placements of some characters to either ensure that that get to the GPF or that I don't shut out other characters I want there by writing too many characters doing better than them. I also went through the hassle of doing the actual math to get Yuuri's points to determine his rank. Because it's a point system, the number spread is somewhat stable, so I don't have to figure out every single character, I can figure out Yuuri's and then see where his points would drop him approximately. And then the actual ranking is writers prerogative. (It's hinted at in scene where Yuuri is working on his cw spin and will be spelled out in the next chapter, if you're curious how our boy is ranked.)

Back to plotting, though, some stuff is still undecided and could technically go a couple of ways, but since it wouldn't change the main points I have to hit, I'm holding off on making a decision until I'm closer to actually writing it.

This also boggles Io on the daily since we both write, but our processes are so different. Most writers I've talked to aren't as linear when it comes to writing as I am. Any out of order writing I end up doing tends to happen within a chapter or two. Otherwise I start at the beginning of the chapter and I write until the end of the chapter and then I mess with it, remove bits, add bits, rewrite bits all that good stuff.

I've been removing less than I used to mostly because my readers keep telling me that they like my bits of side nonsense with characters like Jonas and Shuji, the idols, etc.

[simpsiren]

closer to you

lee jeno x reader

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the sequel

description. you’re in a 2 year relationship with jaemin. the two of you know very well that you arent each other’s soulmates but you still felt that jaemin was the right one for you. that is until you are celebrating your 2 year anniversary with jaemin that memories of you being with someone else in your so called “past life” starts coming back to you, as if wanting to make you realise that your soulmate is still out there.

genre. soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff and angst

warnings. none? except for the fact that reader becomes violent in their words when they’re stressed i guess

a/n. literally got this idea from the flashback tiktoks thats been appearing in my fyp. like ive seen it so many times that i just had to write about it HAHA alrighty thats all enjoyy :D

when the idea of soulmates was first represented to humans, humans deeply believed in it, and would follow the idea of it religiously to find the one that they are truly meant to be with. however, now in the modern day, the idea of soulmates is slowly disappearing. people still believe that the number engraved on the side of their right foot is the time and date that they’ll meet their soulmates, but people of this generation start ignoring that fact, marrying someone that isnt even their soulmate. it left their actual soulmate to either die alone, or having to force themselves to love and marry someone else other than their soulmate.

and now here you are, surrounded by your friends with jaemin sitting next to you, your boyfriend of two years who’s number on the side of his foot does not match yours.

“blow out the candles already!” you hear johnny screaming. you and jaemin turn to look at each other at the same time, giving a smile before blowing out the two candles on the red velvet cheesecake that signified your two year relationship with jaemin.

you laugh loudly as everyone claps for the two of you. jaemin quickly places a peck on your cheek, making everyone smile widely. “i love you.” jaemin whispers into your ear.

“i love you too.”

“do you really not care who your actually soulmate is? you know very well jaemin isnt yours.” you purse your lips into a thin line as you find jaehyun leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“does it look like i care? who the hell even cares? ill be with who i wanna be! i aint gonna follow some ‘oh you’re destined to be with this guy’ type bullshit.” you giggle to yourself as you took a sip the whiskey in hand, despite already being in a very drunken state.

jaehyun walks over to you and snatches the glass away from you. you whine and beg for it back, but you know all too well that jaehyun is not going to give you what you want. you let out a huff in response.

“my god, evaline. how drunk can you be?” jaehyun takes a seat on the chair that faces your bed, in which you are currently rolling on and mumbling to yourself about god knows what.

jaehyun sighs as he looks at you. he’s been your friend for almost forever yet he still cant get over the fact that no matter how hard he tries to persuade you that jaemin isnt your soulmate, you give zero fucks about it.

“i really hope he comes in your dreams or something. if i can’t convince you, then why isnt the world doing anything about it?” jaehyun whispers to himself, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow is placed on the arm rest of the chair.

you wake up with a sharp pain in your head. you wince as you slowly tried to sit up straight. you rub your eyes and try looking around your room. everything is normal, except for the fact that jaehyun is sleeping on your chair. you shrug your shoulders as you let out a long sigh and stare at the door in front of you, spacing out for a little. after at least five minutes of you doing nothing and staring off into who knows what, you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed. you stagger your way over to jaehyun.

“jae, wake up already. make me something to sober up- ouch!”

your foot suddenly hurt, making you stumble back and fall onto the floor. you flinched in fear when you realise the number on your foot is glowing. you scream in pain as you feel as though something thin and sharp is constantly stabbing your foot. the spinning in your head only made it worse. jaehyun wakes up from all your screaming and drops down on the floor to assist you quickly.

“evaline? eva! what’s wrong? wait why’s it glowing..” jaehyun eyes travel from your scrunched up face to your leg, noticing the number that’s glowing.

suddenly, your vision became blurry. you lost sight of what’s happening around you. you dont see your room and jaehyun in front of you anymore. you struggled as you try to squint your eyes to get your vision to be clear. it took awhile for your vision to come back. and when it did, something wasnt right.

it was like you were having a flashback. a flashback to a time you were unfamiliar with. you didn’t remember experiencing it at all. but the flasback looked like memories that you feel a sudden strong connection with.

the flashback was vivid. you couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. you saw a guy, estimated to be around your age, who’s smiling widely till his eyes form a thin line and holding up a polaroid camera to your point of view. you heard him laugh as snaps a picture and the camera’s flash shined your view. you soon focused your vision again onto the guy. he’s waiting for the film to develop. and that’s all you saw. a small snippet of a far distant memory which you arent even sure if it happened.

after that, you snapped out of your odd trance. you feel jaehyun shaking your shoulders with the look of extreme concern on your face. you bring your hand up to your head and scratch it slowly as you tilt your head in awe. jaehyun stops his actions as looks at you wierdly.

“what the fuck did i just experience?” you mumble to yourself, trying to process what you just went through. you look up from the floor to see jaehyun blinking his eyes rapidly.

“you saw what?”

you were this close to slapping jaehyun in the face.

“how many times do i have to fucking repeat myself?! i got a flashback of a memory of some random dude that i dont even know about!”

jaehyun’s mouth remains open in shock and confusion. it took him a few seconds to process your words. and when it did, he places both his hands on the table.

“its a sign.” your forehead creases as you look at him weirdly.

“the fuck you just say?” you pick up your fork and stab it into your freshly cooked fried chicken meal.

“is this the first time you experience it?” jaehyun asks you as he takes a sip of water. you took a moment to think about it.

“yeah it is.” you breathe out. jaehyun only nodded his head. he starts thinking about what he wished for that night had something to do with what happened to you.

“you know what? forget it. i need to meet up with jaemin for our date. ill see you around.” you finish what’s left on your plate, waving to jaehyun before leaving the restaurant.

jaehyun watches your back as you slowly disappear into the distance. “it cant be... can it?” jaehyun shakes his head and continues eating.

“hey, babe. how was lunch with jaehyun?” jaemin wraps his arm around your waist as he leans down to peck your lips.

“it was good. let’s get ice cream.” you give off a wide smile and dragged jaemin to the famous ice cream shop that you were dying to try.

by the time you were halfway to finishing your ice cream, it was already 8pm. you’re weekly ice cream date with jaemin never fails to be extended as your chats with him grow longer and longer with every date.

as jaemin was talking, your mind goes back to the time you had that odd flashback. you wonder what it meant, or whats the significance of it. why did that suddenly happen to you? what can you do to make it go away? because for all you know, you have everything you need right here, in front of you. you had jaemin.

“eva? hello~?” jaemin waves his hand in front of you to snap you back into reality. you shake your head vigorously. “oh shit im sorry jaemin what did you say?” jaemin smiles softly as he repeats over what he say.

it was about 10pm and you decided it was finally time to go home. you would have taken the train alone but jaemin insisted on accompanying you home and going back by himself after. you and jaemin were walking down the street that will lead to your apartment when jaemin sudden opens his mouth to ask you something.

“did you ever believe about the soulmate thing?” you stop walking and turn your body to face jaemin. jaemin does the same, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you shrug your shoulder and placed your weight on one leg. “i used to, but i slowly started to think it was ridiculous and that i should be able to love who i want, not someone im destined to be with.” you reply, slowly reaching your hand out to run your hand through jaemin’s hair. he smiles at your touch and pulls you in with your other arm, hugging you gently.

“im glad to be the one that you love, despite the fact that im not who you’re destined to be with.” jaemin strokes your hair and digs his head into the crook of your neck. you rub his back slowly. “me too.” you kiss jaemin on the cheek and pull away, smiling softly. “come on, we’re almost at my apartment.” your hands trailed down to meet jaemin’s, interlocking your fingers with his and you both continued walking down the long street.

however, for the first time, it felt as though jaemin’s hand didn’t sit right with yours, like his hand didnt belong to fit in yours. you look down at the interlocking hands. you never felt this way before. why did it occur to you only now?

“something on your mind, eva?” you hear jaemin ask. you shot your gaze up from your jaemin’s hand to his eyes, shaking your head as you faked a smile.

weird

a week has passed since that weird encounter of yours. you couldn’t get it out of your head. every hour of the day you’ll spare a few minutes thinking about it. why did you feel so connected to it? you felt eager to know about what i meant. why did a few seconds of experiencing a distant memory would be etched into your mind as you constantly replay what you saw that time?

you found it funny how you were already so deep in your thoughts early in the morning. you lay in bed looking through your social medias for awhile before getting out of bed to head to the living room.

you see jaehyun sitting on the couch, immensely concentrated on whatever’s on the television screen. you take a seat beside jaehyun, looking down, you see him munching on a bowl of popcorn.

“popcorn for breakfast. really?” you raise an eyebrow as jaehyun nods his head and offers the bowl. you take it regardless of your comment and stuffed popcorn in your mouth.

“you didn’t shower yet?” jaehyun asks. you only shrug in reply. jaehyun looks at you with a disguested look.

“i bet you didn’t shower either, now did you?” jaehyun kept quiet as his eyes widened yet still glued onto the screem. you observed his reaction and scoff, rolling your eyes. “idiot.” jaehyun glances at you and chukles, reaching out to take a handful of popcorn.

“what are you even watching?”

“a movie that i didn’t finish last night.” that explains the popcorn then.

you focus your mind on the movie, despite not knowing what it’s about. everything seemed normal until you see a couple suddenly come on screen. they’re apparently at a amusement park.

almost instantly, you lost sight of your surroundings. oh no.. it’s happening again. you shut your eyes tightly as your vision became blurry once again. you opened your eyes widely to find yourself at an amusement park. a flashback is now occuring, this time it was different.

the flashback. it wasnt a memory you’re unfamiliar with. its jaemin. you see jaemin come into view. it looked like you were taken back to your third date where jaemin brought you to an amusement park. you see him running in front of you happily. jaemin was about to turn around, and you remembered that exactly after that he smiled at you. but he doesn’t. you realise that its not even jaemin.

the one you’re seeing now is the guy from your previous flashback. the polaroid guy. he smiled the exact same way he did when he took the picture of you in the flashback. the guy reaches out to take your hand and you’re being pulled towards him. why does it feel like you’ve seen him somewhere? or maybe you haven’t, but feel like you would some time in the future.

“eva? god, evaline! wake up please!” you hear jaehyun’s voice.

“did it happened agai-“

“it happened again.”

you look around. everything was back to normal. you look at jaehyun. but his eyes were fixated on your foot, he looks shocked. you slowly tilt your head down to look at the number on your right foot. it changed. the number.. reshuffled themselves?

“you’re seeing that too right..?”

you nod your head slowly. its getting more weird. the number on your foot said that you’ll meet your “soulmate” on february 12th, 2020 at 7:06pm. but now, it changed itself to become december 6th, 2020 at 2:19am.

basically it went from 12.02.2020 19:06 to 06.12.2020 02:19

“did i space out again?” you look up at jaehyun as he nod slowly, still looking at your foot in shock. you couldn’t blame him. what happen? did it somehow extended the time you’re about to meet your soulmate? why did it happen? what does it mean?

you told jaehyun what happen. and he almost fainted. you let out a long sigh.

“im telling you its a sign. probably the guy you’re seeing is your soulmate.” jaehyun says lazily and he muched on some strawberry pocky.

“then why was jaemin in the flashback too? isnt it weird?” jaehyun nods his head quickly. he puts down the pack of pocky on his lap and blinks a couple of times. you see the gears turning in his head as you assume that he’s trying to come up with an explanation.

“maybe jaemin’s tied to the guy? like maybe jaemin knows him. or the dude’s from your past life and somehow jaemin is representing the guy in your present life.” jaehyun looks down to see his pocky was stolen from you. you nod your head and you continuously stuffed each stick into your mouth and eating them. “urgh i dont fucking know what to do about this!” you groan in frustration. suddenly, something hits you.

“wait. what’s today’s date?”

jaehyun lifts his phone up to check. “30th november. why?” jaehyun asks. “oh wait.”

“you’re telling me i have a full week until i meet my so called soulmate that i dont even know where ill meet him?!”

you scoff in disbelief. jaehyun doesnt respond, only staring at your face like he’s seen a ghost.

“can i somehow break someone’s neck and slam it on the wall for like i dont know, 5 hours?!”

no reply from jaehyun once again.

“oh for fuck’s sake i cant do this! im heading to johnny’s tea shop for my depression tea. meet me there if you want, i’ll probably be there the whole day as my head constantly spins.”

you quickly got up from the couch and get ready. jaehyun sees you coming out of your room with a hoodie and plain wide legged jeans. you only grab your phone and keys and waved jaehyun goodbye before leaving the apartment. jaehyun sighs.

“i might have set her temper circuit short.” jaehyun whispers to himself and sighs, getting off the couch as well to head over to johnny’s tea shop. “literally could have drove her there but oh well.”

when you enter the shop, johnny face lit up with a huge smile. he runs over to hug you but his smile soon fades away and into a confused look when he sees how pissed you look.

“that’s very... interesting.” johnny comments. you sigh and nod, fiddling with the teaspoon in your drink. “yeah well its not going to be fun once jaemin knows.” johnny stops in his actions and looks up at you. your eyes glanced at johnny before tilting your head up from the drink that wrapped around your hands.

“yes i haven’t told jaemin. i didn’t think it meant anything at first but now...”

“you have to tell him! soon! its a sign!” johnny exclaims. you smacked your hand onto your forehead lightly. “i’ve heard that phrase countless of times by jaehyun and now you too? can you please explain?” you whine, scratching your head vigorously as you argrily take a sip of tea.

you were stressed, very stressed. life was going so well until this happened. you dont know who the mystery guy is. you dont know why he’s “memories” with you suddenly come back, especially when you’re in a really intimate relationship with jaemin. the same question keeps repeating in your head over and over each day and it gets more stressful when you try to think of an answer for them.

“no no listen. it happened to my relative. she was 3 months away from marrying her boyfriend who’s number doesnt match hers. and then she started getting weird flashbacks and she said that the number on her foot changed so that she wouldn’t miss a chance to meet her soulmate in the future instead of the past. and the so called memories? they’re memories that you’ll make with your soulmate once you meet them. the world is trying to make you realise that the guy in your flashbacks is your soulmate and not jaemin.”

you kept silent. so what jaehyun said was right. it was a sign to encourage you to find your real soulmate instead of settling for the one you arent meant to be with. you let out a sigh of relief as you finally know the background information to your whole situation.

“that’s a lot to take in.. how am i suppose to tell jaemin?” you frown as you look out the window. you love jaemin, very much. but to be honest, for the whole 2 years of your relationship with him, everything felt perfect, yet something was off. you never managed to pin point what, until now.

“oh i texted him just now when you were talking to me and he’s coming since he wants to see you.” great. you arent mentally prepared to tell jaemin yet and he’s going to arrive here in 15 minutes.

“evaline! johnny texted me saying you were here and i immediately rushed over.” jaemin comes up from behind and kisses your cheek. you purse your lips into a thin line and you look to johnny leaving his seat. he nods his head, in a way to give you confidence to tell jaemin about the whole ordeal.

“jaemin.. i have to tell you something.” when jaemin takes the seat where johnny sat, you reach your hand out to grab his, slowly soothing your thumb over his skin. “mhm yeah what?” you look up from his hand to his face.

“ive been getting um.. signs lately. flashbacks. jaehyun told me that the guy, who’s always the main subject of my flashbacks could be my soulmate. and i might be meeting him soon, on 6th december.” you whisper to him, biting your lip.

jaemin swallows his own saliva, blinking at you a few times as he tries to process what you said. he lets out a long sigh and painfully puts on a soft smile.

“i knew it was going to happen to one of us sooner. ive heard about the flashbacks. its bound to happen sooner or later.” you nod your head in response.

“im sorry, jaemin. i love you very much-“

“its fine. i understand. im glad the world made you realise that you’re soulmate is still wondering around somewhere, and that it isnt me. im happy i got to spend 2 years loving you.. it made me feel good.” you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling softly before letting go.

you could tell jaemin was hurt. like a knife was stabbed into his heart. you see it behind his smile, his eyes. you knew him all too well.

“we’ll still be friends. and i hope you’re soulmate will come to you.”

jaemin only nods. you lean in and give one last passionate kiss on the cheek before hearing the bell above the door ringing, and noticing that jaehyun has arrived.

december 3rd, 2020. you’re three days away to meeting your soulmate. where? you werent sure.

“good morning, evaline.” you hear jaehyun say. you just got out of bed and you were walking to the kitchen when you see what jaehyun was doing. he’s reading a book. your vision went blank.

its another flashback. you start to mentally prepare yourself as yoh want to absorb as much information as possible on your soulmate in the small portion of the memories.

“the book’s is interesting.” you’re hearing your soulmates voice. you try to figure out if you’ve heard it or not, but shake it out of your head when yoh remember your goal of gathering information. you registered the tone of his voice.

he’s sitting on a bed with round gold glasses on, in his pajamas.

your soulmate laughs. the same way he did the first time. he turns the book to you and it showed his phone betweem the pages of the book, resting there. “just joking!” you hear him say. you take a look at the wallpaper of your soulmate’s lockscreen. it was a picture of him kissing your cheek. it looked oddly the same as the picture you and jaemin once took together. however, there was a text above the picture. evaline heather and lee jeno

lee jeno. that’s the name of your soulmate.

december 5th, 2020. you’re starting to mentally prepare yourself. you dont know where you’re about to meet him. you tried coming up with all possibilities. to be frank, you were more excited about whether the places you thought of might be the place you meet your soulmate rather than being nervous.

the three flashbacks you had. it felt all too familiar. like you’ve known this lee jeno person forever. you feel the connection each time.

when the clock strikes 12am, your mind unknowingly decides to go to the park. the park where you and jaemin first met. you dont know why. it felt like your body was urging you to go there. you lazily got ready and headed out the door, of course you told jaehyun about your outing before leaving the apartment.

you had your hands shoved into your pockets with your hoodie on as you yawned. you breathed in the night air, admiring it dearly. when you reached the park, a quick glance at your phone told you that its 2am. you sigh and took a seat on the bench mindlessly after walking around the park.

you sat there for a few minutes, looking up into the sky and staring off into the distance. suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. you turn your head over to see a guy.

“you seemed pretty lonely so i brought ice cream-“

that voice.

“what’s your name?” you interrupt

the guy pauses and smiles. his face, his smile. its just like the one in your flashback.

“lee jeno. you?”

you didn’t reply. its him. he’s your soulmate, he’s here.

“why does it feel like ive known you for a very long time..?” you slowly started to ask as your eyes looked at him up and down.

jeno chuckles. “maybe..” you see jeno taking off his slipper on his right foot and lifting up his foot. you see the exact number that’s engraved on your foot.

“im your soulmate.”

[haruno-sakura-san]

Can't remember if I posted this before, but I was reading through my notes on my phone and found it. Either way, enjoy this playful one shot with Sakura and a mystery man!

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"Rough day?" A man who slid into the seat next to Sakura at the bar asked. "None of your business." She snubbed him. "It's been a while since ive seen a leaf nin drink like that," he observed unprompted. She mentally noted that she wasn't wearing her heite. He was either assuming from her gear or he recognized her. "I'm off duty." "I would hope so." Her gaze cut back over to him. A hood and tinted glasses obscured any identify features, but even so he looked incredibly mundane. In her line of work, that was also incredibly dangerous. "Listen, you seem like a nice guy-" "That assumptions a bit premature." "But I'm not here to meet anyone so if you don't mind-" "Actually I do." She glared at him for a long moment, not wanting to be interrupted again. "See, I'm waiting for someone myself." He offered finally. "You don't say" her tone thick with disinterest. "But I'm beginning to think I've been stood up." He sounded more amused than put out. She wondered if it was some kind of pickup strategy to get her to feel bad. "I can't imagine why." She said in the same flat tone. "My thoughts exactly."

Sakura made a sharp sound of disapproval. "My deepest sympathies. I don't see how this has anything to do with me." "Well, it really doesnt, on the surface. But you see, here I was feeling sorry for myself when I see you stomping in here, looking like you've just dragged yourself through a pigsty-" "It was a river bed." "Oh thank you- a river bed. Possibly the sorriest sight I've seen all day - not that I would normally say such a thing to a lady. I'm sure you look at least pleasant under normal circumstances." "Does this story have a point?" Feeling her anger swell at his commentary. "Of course, I just thought it might be nice to commiserate together - one passing stranger to another." She hates the cocky way he inclines his head, gesturing between them with his glass. "No, thanks." "Oh come on - why else come to a bar?" "For a drink - unbothered." "If that were the case, then I'd think the liquor store down the street would have done the job." "And what, have a few drinks at the store front? They have laws against that, you know." "You dont have a hotel room to drink in?" "Of course not" "Interesting." He purred. She realized she said too much. "So your plan was to get tipsy and then travel back to konoha or wherever your headed, seemingly alone, in the middle of the night." "I don't have to explain myself to you." "No, I think I've got a good handle on the situation without any explanation. Where are your teammates anyway? Isn't there someone around to keep you from making dangerous decisions like this. A captain maybe or a boyfriend?" Sakura slams her glass down against the wood of the bar. "For your information, I can more than take care of myself. I have an extremely high alcohol tolerance. And I've had too long a day for a pretty boy like you to be picking at me when all I want to do is have a drink in the peaceful Haven that is my own mind. So shut your trap. Am I clear?" "No, I have several questions." She snarls and begins to crack her nuckles in preparation to put this idiot though a wall when the bar tender yells, "No fighting in my bar! Take it outside if you want to act like animals." She settles back into her seat. "Sorry, sir. No need for that. This poser isn't worth the energy," she grumbles under her breath. "Lets backtrack to pretty boy. That had a nicer ring to it." Clenching her jaw, she takes a deep breath, exhales and takes a long drag on her drink. "So are you going to tell me the river bed story, Pocahontas?" "If I do, will you leave me alone?" "It certainly won't hurt your chances" She huffs. "Fine. I got caught in a fishing net." There was a beat of silence. "And?" She gave him a long-suffering look. "And was dragged behind a fishing boat." His eyebrows rose. "And how did that happen?" "I was pushing the boat. It was beached on a shallow part of the river." "Pushing it?" "Yeah." "Remind me to tip that bartender for not letting you deck me into next week." She smirked into her drink. Damn straight. "So when the boat broke free these fishermen did what? Cast their nets right done on top of you?" "Yup. I had to cut myself free and everything." "No good deed goes unpunished I guess." "Technically it wasn't a good deed, they were paying me to help." "That's even worse. And no one noticed you were missing onboard?" "Well, they wouldn't let me on the boat in the first place -" "Why not?" "It's bad luck." "Bad luck?" "To have a woman on board." "Wait a moment. So before the ship got stuck in the first place, while it was sailing, where were you? Nearby on the shore?" "No. I was running alongside them in the water." He laughed outright. "Running alongside them. That's too good. They didn't even give you rowboat." Her face flushed. She hadn't thought to ask for a row boat. "They were absolute assholes. Usually I can take quite a bit of crap from a client, but when he told me to pay for the net." "Pay for the net!" "And the lost profits for the day" "Ha!" "I told him just where he could shove his

lost profits and came to the nearest bar. I feel a little less sorry for myself now. Glad I could help. Now leave me be." "You don't want to hear my story?" "Not part of the deal. Now scram." He pouted, cheek resting on his hand. "But we were getting along so well." "You have a very twisted sense of relationships if you think that was getting along well." "I cannot argue with that." She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the bickering, but she was finally feeling a little unwound. Studying his profile for a moment, she thought it must definitely be the alcohol. "If you're going to stare, i might as well tell you my story." Definitely the alcohol. "I wasn't staring." She huffed, turning sharply away "Would admiring be more accurate?" "Do you ever shut up?" "For the majority of the time yes I do. It's quite liberating to go on and on like this. Strangers make some of the best conversation. You don't have to hold back because they will never see you again, probably not even remember speaking." She hated that he was right. She also hated that she couldn't see his eyes, instead watching his lips move. Kami must hate her because he had rather nice lips. "You're admiring again." They said. "Staring," she corrected. "Staring then." He said in a low voice, leaning in slightly. "Tell me your story." She said, trying to break the moment by divert this exchange to something hopefully safer for her psychy. Those damn lips curlled up in a feline grin. "Of course, my little mud pie." "Don't push it." She snapped, "You were meeting someone." "Yes, I've been seeing them for some time now. We are both wonderers so we meet about once a month. " "How long is some time now?" "Hmm, about ten years maybe." "And you guys haven't made it official yet?" "Well, it's complicated. They are a little old for me, and I'm not sure what society would think." She got the feeling he was making fun of her, but didn't get the joke. "They've never once been late or missed a meeting. I'm a little worried you see." For the first time since meeting the guy, Sakura felt a little bad for him. "Plus theyve got hands and eyes that wander a bit too much for my liking." "Sounds like they finally got bored and left." She commented. "Well. Even so, the meetings were as much about business as pleasure." "And just what kind of business are you in exactly?" "I'd say we were in the same field." She scoffs, looking him up and down again, not able to make out anything helpful from his form from under his travelling cloak to back up his claim about being a Shinobi. It was convenient line for civilian men who hit on kunoichi, so she rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." "Don't believe me?" "I believe you'd say just about anything to get on my good side."

"Hmm," his lips curled in that feline way, "And I thought leaf nin we're very skilled at seeing underneath the underneath." She froze, recognizing her sensei's phrase. "Who exactly did you say you were meeting again?" "I didn't." She slowly turned toward him, hand sliding to her thigh pouch under the bar, but it was too late. Here eyes were locked on his red, glowing gaze, pin wheels spinning. She felt her consciousness being torn from her body and into the inky black of his sharingan.

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Quite sure this was supposed to be Itachi but it's quite OOC for him. So I'll leave it to you reader to fill in who it is. I guess I like Shisui for it myself but don't limit yourself haha.

[iconsumeheadcanons]

hello, for the WIP game.... "fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you :/" and "theater food" :)

bro...bro..BRO you are getting large chucks of these bc im not sure if these will be finished/posted anytime soon..<3 ive gotten a lot of love today thank u so muchhh asldkfjaslkdfj i hope u enjoy!! here is all of ‘theater food’ and half of the first one

fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you think :/

May 30th - 16:33 - Afterschool

Ren was still in the middle of hastily reading Futaba’s texts from hours ago when he opened the door to his family home and found his mother pacing in the genkan.

“...Mom, wha-?”

“I got a call from your school,” she says instead of hello. Ren freezes. Mona shifts in his bag. There’s silence for a second too long, but his mother quickly catches his tense posture and readjusts her approach. There haven’t been any arguments in a week and she doesn’t want to make this a new one.

“The counselor said you were fighting with a first-year,” she starts in a more inviting tone, but she tenses when she sees how quickly Ren’s cautious neutral face shifts into a frown.

“I-I just want to know what happened,” she says.

Ren releases an angry huff instead of turning around and leaving because he recognizes that his mother isn’t trying to jump to conclusions--that she trying to hear his side--but he still has hours worth of bad emotions at the forefront of his mind, so he kicks off his sneakers without undoing the laces and haphazardly drops them on the shoe rack before he allows himself to say anything.

Of course, because he is an angry idiot, his first response is: “There was no fight. It was just an argument,” and he snaps his mouth closed because that is exactly what a delinquent guilty of starting a fight would say and Makoto would be so disappointed in him right now. Morgana delivers her phantom message with a disapproving really, Joker?

His mother guiltily shifts her hands, one eyebrow twitching at Morgana’s muffled meow.

“I just used the words of the counselor,” she amends, gesturing for Ren to enter the family room. 

When they enter, she sits at one side of the rickety couch and pats the other seat. She smiles with some invitation, a dash of hesitance, and a sprinkle of uncertainty as if she has no clue how to speak to her teenage son. She looks at him sort of like he’s a child, but at least she doesn’t seem afraid of him like she was before Golden Week.

Ren joins her at the couch, releases Morgana on to the space between them so he doesn’t have to think about the distance, and conjures up how he can best explain the events of the morning in the least incriminating way (shouldn’t have to, he thinks, didn’t do nothing wrong in the first place) but his mother recognizes his thinking face before he can start.

“W-whatever you say, I’ll believe you, sweetie,” she encourages honestly. He can tell she means it because she tucks her hands in between her knees and tilts her legs in the picture perfect display of humble motherliness to hide how her legs would bounce otherwise. He turns to face her a bit, legs spread out and back slouched in a show of teenage indifference, despite his nervous right leg and the rhythmic flickers of light that bounce off of his phone case as he deftly spins his smartphone in his left hand.

“You mean that?” he can’t help but ask, belying his blase posture.

His mother nods with lips pursed, proving to her son that she has no intention of speaking over him. Emboldened yet reluctant, Ren begins the recount of his day at school.

theater food

    Ren slides into his seat while Hamuko and Ryuji chatter away about beef bowl places. Their enthusiastic discussion about cheap, fast, good food is not helping Ren’s patience or hunger. Usually Ren’s been in charge of the food prep because he’s the only one who knows how to make something all of the Thieves plus Hamuko will eat, but when they left Kamoshitty City today, Theodore pleasantly requested if he could make a recipe he’s been working on, which Hamuko had endorsed immediately.

    Ren agreed because Theodore is really hot and the thought of him buzzing around the kitchen is appealing enough, but around 40 minutes later, Ren is very hungry and is cursing his inability to disagree with tall hot people. To distract himself, he tries to brainstorm ways to free Haru and Makoto from Kamoshit-man’s unproportionately buff grasp, but his brain keeps snapping back to his teammates’ loud discussions and Theodore in a heart apron and himself in a cute pinafore sharing a festival smoothie--the romantic ones with the heart shaped straw--under the setting sun. He doesn’t even like smoothies.

    From the other corner of the weird theater lunch tables Futaba sends him a blank look that implies that she can hear his raging gay thoughts. Ren sticks his tongue out at her, and to Futaba’s left, Nagi raises a thin eyebrow and points at herself as though she thought he was talking to her. Embarrassed but never one to lose, Ren sticks out his tongue again at her paired with a flirtatious wink. At the head of the table beside Ren, Akechi makes a face. Futaba gags. Unaffected, Nagi returns her attention to Yusuke’s analysis of Hamuko’s preferred color palette for her hypothetical thief costume.

    Ren’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he fishes it out, wondering how someone managed to text him while he’s in a magical dimension theater metaphor place. He quickly gives up that train thought when he sees Futaba’s SNS username. A quick glance up shows that she’s pointedly staring at her phone, so he swipes open the message.

wat did theo say he was making?

i hungr

idk

worried u wont like it?

duh

if hes anything like those tsuntsun twins he’ll probably poison it

...i didnt think of that

prolly not though. i mean hamuko trusts him

ur only saying that cuz hes a pretty boy 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

for real though he wouldnt

The twins would without a doupt

*akechi voice* haha it was merely a jest!

DSKLFASLDKFSD STOP HES RIGHT

HES RIHGT NEXT TO ME ASSHOEL

    “Food’s ready!” Theodore announces over Ren and Futaba’s unsubtle snickers. Somehow, Theodore has acquired two shining serving platters.

    “Theo, you’re the best!” Hamuko says, standing up immediately to help him serve because she (and Haru) is the sweetest person in the universe.

    “Thanks,” Ren tacks on because he’s ‘in charge’ and he’s supposed to ‘set good examples’. He does not, however, stand up to help because he is lazy.

    The rest of the group is already chorusing thank yous and crowding around the food like hungry animals. Makoto is not around to tell them that they’re acting like children. Akechi is patiently waiting for everyone to get out of the way before he serves himself, which is probably a smarter idea than Ren who’s walking around the table so he can insert himself between Ann and Ryuji, the most destructive eaters of their current group. Yusuke, another main offender however justified, already has a bowl full of what appears to be noodles, veggies, and chicken covered in a savory sauce.

[xxxmisslxxx]

This Is Me.....

......so I'm new to this .... I'm hoping I can just vent here and also get those feelings out in the universe... because apparently its “bad to supress things.” 

I will keep some details anonymous because .... well the internet you know?

I'm a 35 year old Female from a small town that has eventually over the years turned into a huge over populated town, been here pretty much all my life and seen all the changes ..

I've been with my partner for almost 19 years now and some days it can be a challenge haha  you know how you love them to death but also want to kill them at the same time? now that's love hehe.

We have one child that's 2  and this is my main reason for starting this blog...

see i have infertility.... there i said it out loud .... its not something some women can say out loud or even want to discuss... i feel like it is because the fairy-tale is you get the guy, you get married and you have kids... seems simple right? its the way most little girls thinks it happens... but its isn't reality for some women... and I'm that person. 

We had tried for years .. many years of unprotected sex and nothing, and the fear and numerous thoughts go through your mind of what's wrong with me? or is it him? what if its both of us? so we decided to go get checked... and this is where the long journey started......

we did countless hours of internet searches trying to find “the right dr for us” , we found a fertility clinic and made our first appointment.. i was so scared of the outcome and what the dr will say, she was super nice but between you and me she had no personality haha kind of flat talking which i found a tad funny literally no facial expressions hahahaha but again super nice and understanding.

She sent us both for tests, from blood, scans to sperm to me having a HSG to check to see if my tubes were not blocked (PS OUCH!!!!!) all came back normal ... i knew i had polycystic ovaries but she definitely confirmed it as it never was actually confirmed by my other drs, see my periods were NEVER regular i could get my period from 28 days to 54 days so i could never pick ovulation in my cycles, she also confirmed i have an underactive thyroid and thyroid antibodies so she prescribed me thyroxine to take for the rest of my life.

so after all that we decided to go for IVF and she was happy to help us out and take us on ..

so first day of period came and i started medications seems easy ... not for me!!! i cant swallow tablets at all to save my life haha so definitely something to get use too (ps still to this day im not use to it) once that finished i started a nasal spray day and night, then a couple of weeks later the injections ... i actually found the injections easier then tablets lol i literally gag every time. first scan was due to check the follicles and they were doing great and was on track. i actually had no idea what to expect at this scan, a week went by and another scan was due to see how they were processing .... they were textbook apparently so they scheduled me an egg collection to go ahead with, i was so super nervous as i didn't know what to expect.

the night came where i had my final injection ... the “trigger injection” which helps the potential eggs to mature for collection ... and then the egg collection was to follow.

EGG COLLECTION DAY- omg was i nervous and no idea what to expect as i seen videos on YouTube of the procedure and oh my god it looked like it hurt i was FREAKING out!!! luckily it was nothing like that. i was laying in the hospital bed waiting for them to come get me. they came and wheeled me into the procedure room they were all so nice to me and comforted me to make me feel comfortable... then the dr inserted a cannula in my arm and said ok were administering the drugs now and i should start to feel it... all i remember it the room spinning then nothing haha it was such a weird experience since ive never had any stiches or operations in the past .... it was like i lost time is the only way i could explain it .... hubby was with me in recovery and said do you remember this and that etc. i was like nope haha. the nurse came in and told us we got 11 eggs which was a really good number we were pretty happy with that number she said they will call us tomorrow with the number of how many fertilised. i felt i fair bit sore so i got some pain medications and went home to sleep it off.

to be continued for another day ................. 

[warmau]

{Mermaid!AU} Johnny

happy birthday to jonathan [it’s late, i know] | other nct mermaid aus 

“guess who just got CURSED?”

you look up from your computer and stare directly at the person who’d rudely interrupted your five hour streak of studying

it’s none other than seo youngho 

a.k.a chatterbox, a.k.a your embarrassing friend from childhood, a.k.a johnny - as he insisted everyone call him

you grumble, returning your tired eyes back to your screen

finals are in three days, your notes are a mess, and the library group you usually hit the books with was nowhere to be seen

probably holed up in their dorms with textbooks up to their ears

johnny doesn’t seem to notice your gloomy aura, or take into consideration the fact that you’re ignoring him to do your work as he takes a seat opposite you

he throws a hand over the chair beside him casually and repeats what he just said

“hey - hey guess who just c u r s e d!”

“yeah, by the demon of never shutting up - right?”

johnny laughs off your sarcasm

“actually no, but guess who cursed me out? - turns out taeil really does have a limit when it comes to teasing”

you sigh, feeling bad for moon taeil - a senior student who seemingly means no harm to anyone and minds his own business for a fact

but who even johnny could break - it looks like 

“he called me things ive never even heard of in my life, did you know asshat was an insult? i didn’t till today!”

he grins and you can tell that even though taeil might have snapped at johnny, it probably wasn’t that ugly of a situation

johnny has a skill that you’ve never seen in any other person before - no matter how annoying or how interuptive he is

and no matter how mad you get

you can’t stay mad at him - his face just makes everything less serious 

his happy-go-lucky attitude vibrates through whatever angry wall you try to put up

which is why, even though he can be a little irksome because he’s more the outgoing, loud type

you do actually treasure him as a friend

but not right now,,,,,,,,,,,because finals

“johnny id love to hear more about how you’ve been magically turned into a frog by taeil cursing at you, but i dont have any clue what intro to physics is about and i have a test on it soon so please?”

you look over your laptop screen at him and johnny gives a dismissive wave of his hand

“you’re the brains of this friendship, you always have been - you’ll do fine!”

his words are playful - but they are a bit encouraging to hear

with that being said though, he gets up and gives your hair a messy ruffle

you swat at his hand

and he says he’ll text you later

before disappearing out of the library

you try to fix some loose strands, but end up ignoring your hair all together 

eyes back on your screen, physics back to assaulting your brain

you don’t hear from johnny till finals actually start

you’ve spent all your time grinding on study sheets and note cards, that you only really notice you haven’t talked to him

when one of your study buddies - taeyong - asks if you can give johnny back the camera he lent him

you stare down at the nikon in your hands

it’s one of johnny’s favorites, he got it when you two were still in highschool together

it’s weird that he’d,,,,,,just let someone borrow it - let alone not hound them to give it back as soon as possible

you safely tuck the camera away in your bag, focusing instead on your tests at hand

when the day comes to an end, you’re exhausted and not looking forward to doing it all over again tomorrow for your other classes

but as you stop by the local cafe to get some much needed coffee, your fingers brush the camera again

right - i should stop by johnny’s apartment before i head to the dorms

you remind yourself

ending up in front of the apartment half an hour later, for some reason anxious about knocking on the door

you finally do - and to your surprise one of johnny’s four roommates open it

ten looks almost relieved to see you

“thank goodness! please tell me you know where johnny is?”

you pause and frown

“what - he’s not home?”

the happy spark dies in ten’s eyes as he realizes you have no clue what he’s talking about

“no,,,he hasn’t been home for three days straight! i thought he might have been with you-”

“with me? for three days?!?!”

ten shrugs, stepping aside so you can come in 

“i don’t know, i thought he finally grew up and told you how he felt and you two you know,,,,,,,,,would just,,,,”

ten scratches behind his ear rather shyly

“would just enjoy it for a while alone -”

you don’t even want to know what ten is envisioning happening between you and johnny

so you cut in before he can go on with his wild ideas

“if he’s not here - and it’s been that long, it’s time we call the police.”

“yeah like they’ll believe us! they probably won’t do anything - johnny’s an adult, they’ll just say he took a surprise trip and didn’t warn anyone.”

you want to argue, but ten is most likely right - three days isn’t three months 

and johnny is spontaneous, it’s not out of his nature to do random things at random times

but disappear? not tell anyone - not tell you, the person whose known him since before you two could even make out full sentences, where he was going?

you decide you’ll give your parents a call, see if they can call johnny’s parents and see if he went back home

you tell ten your plan and he gives you his number in case you find out anything

and when you get back to your dorm, you feel an uneasy weight in your chest

you sit down, knowing you should get back to your books

but instead you take out johnny’s camera and turn it on

the most recent photos are from some frat party johnny had went, there are silly photos of him and his roommates, and scenery shots that you know he takes for fun in the city

but you end up going farther back and you see photos from the last time you guys hung out 

it had been on valentines day - and because you both were single and a little sulky about it

you’d decided to go out and just have fun

you look at the photos of you and johnny from karaoke, his face highlighted by the cheap disco lights and the shots of you mid-jump, microphone in hand - no inhibitions

there are photos from the hotpot you guys got, your face of awe as you stare down into the giant bowl - johnny holding his chopsticks up to his mouth like a walrus 

and then there are photos of you on the balcony of his apartment

you don’t remember taking them or even being there with him after that

but there you are, leaning over the railing, staring up at the sky with johnny’s old varsity jacket over your shoulders

he must have taken this when you weren’t looking or didn’t know - you put the camera down and fall back against your bed

now that he’s not around making a big mess of my things or laughing out loud - i kind of miss all the noise he makes

you roll onto your side and check your phone for any new messages

there are some, but none from johnny

you press his contact and listen as it rings, and rings, and then the familiar

“what’s up! you’ve reached johnny - if you’re my mom, then you’ve reached seo youngho haha! leave a message or text-”

you hang up and sigh

no use worrying about him now, more finals tomorrow and it’s johnny - he should be fine

you tell yourself, but you don’t think you really believe it

finals end and the monday following is off as a little gift for students

you decide that since you have nothing better to do, you’ll try and see if you can scout out some of his favorite places and see if he’s around 

but even after going every place you can think of, and not being sure how to feel when one of the students you talked to goes

“oh - are you dating him? i thought he was single.”

you debate whether or not you should make the trip to your old hometown

you’d called your parents, like you told ten you would, but your mom had said she didn’t know 

apparently johnny’s family was on vacation right now - so the house was always empty

you have a hunch that maybe he’s hiding out there - so before you can stop yourself

you buy the train ticket

and come to terms with the fact that you’ll probably be skipping tuesday morning class

it’s not too long of a ride, but you spend it looking out the window - thinking about what you’ve got upcoming in the week

but your thoughts float back to johnny

the image of him sitting across from you in the library, laughing and reaching out to ruffle your hair

you remember how excited you’d both been when you got accepted to the same university

how johnny had picked you up in a spinning hug and left you breathless

you remember sitting beside him at orientation, already he’d managed to befriend at least ten people 

and you’d wondered how in the world he just attracted other to his energy

you’ve always known him to be carefree and comedian at heart

which is why it was very new,,,,to feel worried about him - to feel scared to see if he was ok 

when you walk up to the front door of a house you haven’t seen in a while - you recognize bits and pieces of it from your memory

you and johnny had learned to ride bikes together on his front lawn, how he’d nearly broken his knee falling out of the tree on the corner street trying to get your cat out of the branches

you hesitate before knocking - much like you’d hesitated in front of his apartment door back in the city

but to your shock, the hinges creak and with just the touch of your hand on it - the door opens and you’re meet with a silent hallway

isn’t this like,,,,,breaking and entering?

you think - but the thought doesn’t stop you from going inside and calling out johnny’s name

there’s no response but as you listen closely you can hear something,,,,,,,it’s coming from upstairs

is that - it sounds like the water is running in one of the bathrooms?

you pause and realize you’re that means someone is upstairs

it’s probably johnny! he totally came all the way back home to avoid finals - that idiot!

you rush up the stairs, the familiarity of the house comes back to you, and you find the bathroom with ease

you open it - not concerned about walking in on him, you and johnny went to summer camp together for three years so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about

but when you do - opening your mouth to triumphantly scold johnny about running away from his problems

you freeze

johnny is in the bathtub

or at least

something that looks like johnny is

it’s johnny from the waist up - but from the waist down

it’s a huge, glittering, orange scaled MERMAIDS TAIL?!?!?

your eyes widen and johnny lifts himself on his elbows, a look of horror across his own face

“wh-what are you doing here?!?!?!”

“who cares - johnny why are you a -”

without another word, he dunks his head back under - splashing you and the entire bathroom with a nearly soaking wave

“hey!”

you exclaim - stomping over and leaning over the ledge

you put your hand down, thinking you’ll grab his shoulder 

but johnny emerges before you can - and you come face to face with your childhood bestfriend

but his usual features are somehow different - the gills that run below his jawline, the fluttering orange hues that have appeared on the contours of his skin, the casual smile replaced with what looks like genuine terror

“j-johnny, what’s going on?”

he stares - brown eyes darker than you’ve ever seen before

“didn’t i tell you - i got cursed.”

your face twists with confusion

“wh-what are you saying?”

“you weren’t listening? i told you - moon taeil cursed me!”

“he cursed you out! he just yelled at you! he didn’t turn you into a -”

johnny’s face doesn’t change - and you realize that,,,,,,,,,,,,he isn’t joking around 

you can feel the water on the bathroom floor soaking through your clothes, the condensation dripping off the wall

how long has johnny been sitting in here?

you pull back a little

“h-how do you know it was him?”

johnny relaxes just a bit too - leaning his head against the wall of the bath

‘well considering he started yelling in tongues at me at first, and the next day i grew gills i would assume you know -”

he shrugs, big shoulders causing ripples through the water

“whatever, i can’t even move with this tail. i came home thinking i could try and figure out something on my own, but then my legs just - just turned into this!”

he closes his eyes and his voice is full of frustration 

johnny hasn’t gotten angry in front of you in years - johnny hasn’t even ever raised his voice this way in years

you sigh

“well, ill just go back to school and find taeil and ask him how to fix this.”

johnny slowly opens his eyes back up, before turning to look at you

“don’t worry. this is my problem, you have other things to worry about.”

“what are you talking about - you’re my bestfriend and you’ve been cursed! this takes precedence over other things!”

johnny’s lips twitch - like he wants to say something and you’re half expecting him to

until he just tears his gaze from yours

“i said leave it alone. school is important and it’s all you care about anymore, so just let me deal with-”

you plunge your hand into the water, taking a hold of johnny’s and giving him a bit of a shock

“you’re suffering - how long have you been in this tub? ten says you’ve been gone three days! im not going to leave you, even if it means skipping school.”

johnny blinks, but then curses to himself

“right, ten. i should have at least called him-”

“johnny - you’ve been turned into a mermaid. you can’t even walk right now. let’s stop worrying about other people and figure out what to do ok?”

he doesn’t answer you for a moment

and you think he’s going to spew some more nonsense about refusing your help

but instead he weakly yanks his hand from yours 

“can’t believe i had to be cursed for you to show any kind of interest in me again,,,,,”

you want to say something to that - but you ,,,, you have no idea how to respond 

and instead you quietly get up and tell johnny you’ll go bring him some food 

there’s nothing in the house so you make the short walk to your home

your mom looks shocked to see you, but stacks your arms full of food

before asking

“how is youngho? i miss that boy, remember when you two would stage fake weddings in the living room?”

you roll your eyes - telling her not to embarrass you 

but as you’re walking on the path to johnny’s - you feel something,,,,weird

the camera full of photos johnny took of you

ten and others confusing you two for a couple

the plethora of memories you’ve had with johnny, all encompassed in this glowing, warm light in your memory

before, you were just happy with johnny as a friend - even sometimes a little annoyed by his rowdy presence throughout your life

but now it was,,,,,,it was different

something new was emerging with all of these events - but

you couldn’t think about that

after all,,,,,,,,,,,he’d been cursed,,,,,,,,,,,,solving that problem was what should be on your mind

you stay the night at johnny’s place, he can’t move from the bathtub so you leave food and spend some hours just talking to him

realizing as he tells you what has happened so far that even though you and him went to the same school, saw each other on a daily basis

you had never really

asked johnny how he was

how he was holding up

you just always assumed everything was fine - that he was always smiling because he was happy

but as johnny talks, he tells you that classes have been so-so, that he’s thought of switching majors, that he’s been getting into arguments with ten more often and that he hasn’t had a chance to do photography in a while

it reminds you about the camera - which you brought with you and you bring it to johnny

who sits in the tub, looking through them and stopping on that photo he took of you on his balcony

you watch him, seemingly hypnotized by it

before a smile cracks over his features

and he looks up at you

“isn’t it silly - how im looking at this photo of you instead of the real you that’s right in front of me?”

you chuckle, saying something in response about how you didn’t know he took the photo, how you’re not photogenic at all

and for a moment johnny goes back to cracking jokes, being the easy person to be around that you’ve known him to be

but at night, you’re curled up on the sofa - the sound of water turning on and off from upstairs makes you realize

nothing is normal right now - not johnny being cursed, not johnny getting frustrated and angry, and not your feelings about him

before making the trip back to school, you visit johnny whose scratching at his gills and thrashing in the tub

you rush to the side of it and ask if he’s ok

“it just,,,,it hurts - when the gills get dry it feels like i can’t breathe -”

you cup some water from the sink and bring it up to his neck, rubbing your fingers along the gills

johnny makes a noise and leans into your touch

“does this help?”

your voice shakes and johnny nods,

“when you touch me - everything hurts less.”

the moment plays over and over in your mind as you make your way back to campus

it’s all you can think about until you finllay track down moon taeil 

he’s alone in the lab, tinkering with something when you storm up to him and demand, like a deranged person, why he turned johnny into a mermaid

calmly taeil looks up at you through his eyelashes

“because he’s annoying”

“you turned him into a MAGICAL FISH PERSON because he annoyed you??!”

taeil shrugs

“sometimes im not nice, sometimes i just decide to curse people.”

“ok well very funny, he’s learned his lesson - how do i change him back? how do i uncurse him?”

taeil moves one of the beakers 

you throw a hand down on the counter

“c’mon - listen, i know better than anyone that johnny can talk a lot and be hard to handle but he’s a good person, who just wants people around him to be happy and so -”

taeil smiles and you don’t know what in the world that means

“sounds like you know johnny really well.”

“he’s been my bestfriend since we were kids - of course i do. and that’s why i need you to tell me how to uncurse him!”

“kiss him”

you open your mouth, but no sound comes out 

instead you stare into taeil’s clear eyes

“s-s-sorry what?”

“kiss him.”

“who?”

“johnny.”

“wh-what why?”

“you wanna break the curse right?”

dumbfounded you look at taeil to see if he’s joking, because he has to be 

but he just looks back with a bored expression on his face

“w-what do i just have to get someone to kiss him and he’ll be fine?”

“no, you have to kiss him.”

“why me?!?!?”

taeil laughs, like this is some big joke and you’re not smart enough to catch on

“everyone knows true loves kiss breaks any curse. so,,,,,go try it out.”

there’s so much you want to say, to dispute - but you don’t even know where to start with this

actually, you want to know how taeil even has the ability to put curses on people in the first place

is he a wizard? is magic like,,,,real? since when were you seo youngho’s true love? why didn’t you get the memo about that?!?!?

you turn, grumbling that fine - whatever, he didn’t want to help then you’d just have to figure out another way to help johnny

but you hear taeil chuckle as you make your way out the door

“im telling you, just kiss him!”

you spend the second trip you make back to your hometown trying to research mermaids and curses and magic

but it all makes your head spin and you feel even worse when you see an email from your professor asking where you’d been this morning

when you get back to johnny, you realize you don’t know how you’re going to tell him that taeil suggested making out as a remedy to his problem

you think - hey, maybe you’ll tell him and you’l have a good laugh and forget it ever happened

maybe it’ll even be a nice way to joke about the situation, but you can’t even bring yourself to go upstairs and see him

at some point you force yourself to and when you open the door to the bathroom

johnny throws his hands up out of the water

“finally! so how are we going to turn me back to a human?”

you shuffle closer and try to think of something to say

“uhhh,,,,,,well actually he said something kind of ,,,, funny”

johnny leans his elbows on the ledge of the tub and rests his cheek on his hand

“funny? do i have to chant a spell or something -”

he laughs and your heart weirdly jumps at the sound

“do i have to say taeil’s the best person on earth or promise that ill stop annoying him for notes in class?”

you shift

“no,,,,he said ,,,,,,, he basically said-”

johnny waits, nodding his head

“what?”

“he said i have to kiss you - and that it has to be me and no one else! can you believe it? im sure he was jokin-”

“ok, so what are we waiting for?”

you tense and johnny doesn’t look like he’s playing around

instead he’s really ,,,,,,, he’s really serious about this as he puts a hand out to motion for you to come over

“c’mon, i would walk to you - but you can see my dilemma”

he gives a splash of his tail and you swallow the lump that’s appeared in your throat

kiss johnny? kiss my bestfriend?

the corner of his mouth twitches and he tries to speak calmly 

“hey, i know im not the guy you want to be kissing - no prince charming and all that, but ill be really thankful if you do this for me.”

the first reaction you have is to tell him that,,,,it’s not that you don’t want to be kissing him

but then you stop yourself - because saying that might make this weird

attatching feelings ,,, romantic feelings to this might be wrong

because even though you’re a nervous wreck, heart pounding and room spinning

johnny looks like he’s asking you to go for a walk with him - not kiss him after knowing him for years

which probably means kissing you doesn’t,,,,,excite him - it doesn’t make him swoon like the thought does to you

so you suck it up, tell yourself that this doesn’t mean anything like how you might want it too

you said you’d save johnny - and even though you think taeil is lying about this ‘kiss cures the curse’ thing 

you might as well try it - it’s the only lead you have right now

so you walk over, sitting on your knees in front of the ledge

johnny’s face is a little wet, water clinging to the line of his jaw, his eyelashes and lips glistening

when did he get so handsome? when did he stop being the tall, lanky class clown and become,,,,,,,,

he moves the hand he put out to rest on your neck - it’s a little cold and you tilt your heard so it’s easier for him to lean in

you let your eyes flutter close and then you feel johnny’s breath tickle the skin of your cheek

and then he’s kissing you - and he wastes no time really kissing you, tongue running against yours - little sharp intakes of air

you naturally react, putting your own hands in his hair and tugging him as close as the tub will let you

you have half the mind to just let go, and get in the tub - just so this is easier

just so you can wrap your hands around his shoulders

but there’s water everywhere

and when you do break from him - just for a second you debate it

do i care if i get my clothes all wet if it means i get to kiss him more?

your heart makes your decision faster than your mind and you go for it

johnny makes a little sound of shock, but you just murmur that maybe you guys have to kiss for a while longer till the curse breaks

he puts hands on your waist - when you sit on top of him in the water it nearly comes up to past your elbows

it feels weird to be in there with everything on, but you ignore it and duck back down to kiss him again

you two are so busy at it that only realize something is happening when johnny makes a groan against your lips

“what? what’s wrong?”

you ask, panicking

“it’s my ,,,, it’s my legs i can feel them again and it just -”

you look over your shoulder and through the bathwater you can see that johnny’s giant orange tail is gone

“johnny - i think it’s working!”

he moves a bit and you realize you should probably get off him because if he’s turned back to normal

than you are in a bit of a,,,,, interesting,,,,situation

so you do - and johnny wiggles a bit

till you see him pull his legs up - the tops of his knees peeking out the water

you don’t hesitate to throw your arms around his shoulders

“we did it! you’re ok again!”

he laughs against your neck 

“can’t believe the kiss really worked- looks like taeil didn’t lie.”

you nod and then sigh

“im sure if i got anyone to kiss you, it would work. taeil kept saying it had to be me, but what if i got that girl you really liked in freshman year - irene? to kiss you then it would at least be wor-”

you’re interrupted by johnny pulling you back down in for another kiss

it’s softer than the first one, nothing more than a short peck

but when he let’s you go

he stares at you 

“i think the only kiss that would uncurse me would have to be something from somebody i love, like in a fairy tail.”

you blink, feeling the rush of blood to your face

“love? like in our friendship kind of w-”

“you were just sitting on top of me and making out with me in a very,,,,,not just friendship kind of way ,,,, so”

he makes a kind of smirking face and you have the urge to roll your eyes

but it’s true, friends don’t kiss friends like that

even if it’s to uncurse them from being turned into a mermaid

“well anyway, i should get you some clothes.”

you start

“and you should change - i know you were dying to kiss me all these years but just getting into a tub like that was not a great idea-”

this time you do roll your eyes, mumble him to save it and leave the room

as you’re pulling some old shirts out of his rooms closest, you can’t help but smile to yourself

‘something from somebody i love’

you and johnny return to school the next day

you come on campus, johnny walking you to your first class with his hand in yours

he kisses the top of it as he drops you off

and you tell him not to be embarrassing, but he just shakes his head

“after liking you for so long - im going to be as lovey dovey as i want - now that i can do it in public”

you finally see ten and apologize for giving him another panic, but ten doesn’t seem to be as mad when he notices johnny’s hand around your waist

and then

you two bump into moon taeil

who refuses to answer - how in the world he managed to curse someone in this modern day and age

but comments on how he’ll vote you two cutest couple for this months issue of the uni magazine

you and johnny stand their dumbfounded as the senior walks off

and then you hear johnny go

“next time your boyfriend tells you he got cursed - will you believe me?”

you scrunch up your nose

“my boyfriend better not get cursed again”

“listen, you know me - “

he points to himself up and down

“im the one who gets cursed in the relationship and you’re the ones with the brains to get me back to normal - that’s why we work so well together”

“oh shut it johnny!” you laugh and push at him playfully before he pulls you back into his chest

you laugh against the front of his shirt, happy that everything has fallen back into place

and no one will ever believe your boyfriend turned into a mermaid just so you could both realize you’re in literal love with each other LOL

[mooleche]

A Story of Ink and Venom - Chap. 7

A/N - A shorter chapter for once! There’s a needle reference and a little blood, just a fair warning! Also one french term near the end, it just means ‘stop talking’, haha.

Tagged - @master-sass-blast @leo-writer

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Chapter 7 - Awakening

They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

This was, well, true. I only say this because I’d experienced it myself when I was 20. Every memory was like a picture and every picture felt like it lasted a lifetime. It was hell.

After what had just transpired I fully expected to have the same result play like an old film projector playing its last tape. 

Only that wasn't the case.

I no longer sat breathing my last breath in the back of Renato’s lab. I blinked and was now sitting amidst a flower patch in a valley of grass. In front of me stood a woman.

Her back was turned to me, covered by a cascade of flowing red hair that ran through her pale hands like water.

“Oh Peter, this spot is wonderful,” I heard her call to me happily, and I frowned.

‘I’m not Peter’, I want to say, but I don’t get the chance.

A flicker of static hits me and the world goes black.

More voices now. They’re followed by laughter this time before the sound of glasses clinks together and I find myself releasing a content sigh. Only, the sigh isn’t mine, it’s that mans again, Peter. We’re at a restaurant. I’m looking into the woman's face this time, bright green eyes that light up as I stroke my thumb over her hand.

“When are you gonna let me put a ring on that finger, Red?” I murmur to her before she hides her blushing face away from me and stares out of the window. It’s a black abyss outside, but I’m met with the reflection of the man. He’s tall, broad-shouldered and clean-shaven, yet still somehow still manages to look youthful.

I ponder back to those words.

I never said that.

And I certainly didn't remember this place.

What was going on? These weren’t my memories.

Another flash hits me, this time with loud voices following.

The woman. She’s holding a knife at me now, green eyes alert with fear as I attempt to take a step towards her with caution. Another woman, an older woman, stands behind her with the same look in her wide eyes. We’re in a house now, there’s a broken vase beside me and my body is covered in a black skintight substance that fights me, or whoever I’m supposed to be, with every movement made.

“Peter, stop! This isn’t you!” the younger woman, the woman I’ve seen in all these ‘memories’ yells at me as I clutch my head. The voice is louder now, the urge to do something to stop her accusations growing with each passing second.

I want to tell her I don’t know what’s happening.

Instead, there’s a final flash before a blood-curdling scream hits my ears and I’m ripped from whatever strange dream I’ve been stuck in.

-

I shot up and released a startled gasp, gulping down air like my lungs had never experienced breathing before. What the hell was that? Who were those people? Those memories? Most importantly, where was I now?

A shrill beeping beside me alerted my attention and I turned to see what I could only guess was a heart monitor whose lines were now fluctuating rapidly as it tried to keep up with my wild heartbeat. I trailed the wire to my chest and delicately tore off the adhesive, immediately greeted with silence only dulled by the soft tune of what sounded like Claire de Lune to keep me company as I tried to recall what happened.

More wires. My thoughts were like sifting through a heavy fog until my eyes fell on the IV needle that lay nestled in my arm. I gritted my teeth before I removed it as delicately as possible, not like I had seen so many people rip it on in films and shows. I was met with the sight of blood that trickled down my arm in response.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. 

Renato. Phobus. The gunshot.

That terrifying black mass appearing before I-

I shivered at that thought, or maybe because all the sweat I had produced was now as cold as the room around me was. All I knew was that right now I had to figure out where I was and get some answers.

My vision blurred briefly in the dark area only to clear as I began to look around. It looked like your typical medical room; various machines lining the walls with a very neat looking nursing station for what I assumed were for various special procedures. 

It only occurred to me then that I had been in a gurney myself. I slumped forward and rubbed my face haphazardly to wipe any remaining exhaustion from my eyes before swinging my legs out to the floor. Even with my socks, the tile was ice cold, and like clockwork, a series of overhead lights blinked on at the sudden motion. I winced at the sudden brightness and fell back against the gurney to adjust to the change.

Nina.

The voice was deep and guttural in my head but so loud that I jumped in surprise. 

Who said that?

"Is someone here…?" I asked, voice dry and hoarse as if I hadn't spoken in weeks. I searched the room, even dared to wander to the desk nearby littered with papers and files. No one was there.

A menacing growl that faded into an ominous chuckle filled the air and I stumbled forward. My legs were a constant mixture of lead and jelly as I wandered through the large room before freezing in my tracks. Across from me in the reflection of a glass medical cabinet stood that creature's face where mine should have been. 

I released a panicked scream and stumbled back, falling flat on my ass as I missed the gurney and instead felt my mind grow dizzy with fear.

"This...this doesn't make sense...this isn't real, you’re supposed to be in jail…" I whispered to myself, hands shaking as the chuckle grew louder.

"And you're supposed to be dead! Funny how life works," it snarled smugly as I dared to stand and look at my reflection once more. 

The terrified face of a young woman stared back, black hair half matted to her dark skin while the other half fell in loose curls around her shoulders. There was no monster.

It was me. I was me again. 

I touched the fine black line that traveled across the bridge of my nose and sighed.

I must be hallucinating…, I thought loosely as I leaned against the counter for support, trying to ease my racing heart. I had to be, there was no other explanation to the sudden madness. This is crazy, I must be going crazy.

Not quite.

I gasped in horror, scrambling to catch myself as I jumped back from the counter like it was the culprit to the sudden voice. My eyes scanned the room desperately, settling upon the only door leading out to god knows where and I bolted for it, desperate to escape the memory of the creature that was haunting me.

Instead, it slid open to reveal Renato with a hand ready to knock, his mouth agape at me.

“Nina?” he gasped in surprise as my terrified appearance pushed past him into a brightly lit corridor. The flashes had returned, only this time I was not met with pictures but voices that overlapped one another. I clutched my head and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on one but being met with many instead. I felt Renato grip my shoulders and call my name, worry in his voice. “Nina, speak to me. What’s going on?”

“Get off me!” I shouted, not because of what he said but because of what he now looked like when I looked up at him. He looked like that thing, that creature with its slick black skin and those long sharp teeth that snapped at me as I pushed myself away. 

I searched around me in a panic, trying to find an escape. The room was now spinning and I was losing my edge fast, unable to process everything happening. Renato called to me and I turned once more, seeing the face of a worried man I knew well and I grimaced. I felt like I was going crazy, in fact, I knew I was going crazy. Especially when I bumped into something hard and whipped my head around to see what it was.

Standing before me was a looming figure that stared down in what I could only guess was confusion. He was tall, taller than Ava or even Renato, but that wasn’t the strange part about him. It was everything else. He was covered in a fine blue fur that only seemed to end where his hardened facial features began and I gasped in shock.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked me in a careful tone, but my hearing was muffled once more by those voices. Behind him, a set of doors similar resembling an elevator dinged open and I rushed past him, hearing both their voices call to me before fading as the doors shut and I was left alone once more.

“What’s happening to me…?” I whispered as I slumped against the cool wall of what was most definitely an elevator. Its slow hum confirmed this as it started it’s trek up and led me god knows where. I didn’t care, anywhere was better than where I had just been. My thoughts wandered back to Renato. Was that actually him? Was my mind just playing tricks on me again? 

Inside a dark chuckle rang throughout my head and I felt my heart pound once more.

What do you think is happening to you, Nina?

That voice again. I felt a chill run down my spine at it’s taunting tone and yet I couldn’t help but answer.

“I...I don’t know. What did you do? What are you?” I whispered frantically, feeling the elevator stop abruptly. Another flash went off in my head before it could answer, followed by a new voice, a calming voice.

Nina, can you hear me? He asked carefully. I nodded with hesitation before uttering a small ‘yes’ in response in case they couldn’t see me. This seemed to work as he continued.

Very good. Listen to me, you have to relax, he ordered, a voice that, the more I heard it, I swear I had heard before but just couldn’t place it. Another searing flash hit me and I found myself clutching my head in pain as the other tried to return. We want to help you, this is a safe place.

“A safe place…? I don’t even know where I am,” I whispered, pressing myself against the wall as my appearance took the form of the monster again. Its white eyes were narrowed into slits as it watched me, as if waiting to strike if I moved.

He’s lying, the other commanded. More flashes, little pictures of memories that I knew weren’t mine and yet they still invaded my skull like a hammer on wood. I had enough, I couldn’t take it anymore. He wants to hurt you, to use you-

“Get out of my head so I can think!” I shouted before bringing my fist to the metal door. I didn’t think it would leave a mark, I was never one strong enough for that. But I now stared at a heavy dent in the door that slowly slid open to reveal the outside and grimaced. I was greeted with silence, staring out into a room full of kids of various ages all staring back in shock at my outburst. There was nothing to say, what could I say after that other than ‘Where’s the exit?’ as I clutched my throbbing hand. A few lifted their hands to point to a corridor not far off and I uttered a small ‘thank you’ before booking it out of that room like a bat out of hell.

At any other time, I would have marveled the interior of this place. It was grand, filled with wooden architecture that even Ava would have gone gaga over. Right now it just looked like an endless nightmare of corridors that I had no escape from no matter how much I ran.

I struggled forward, my brain too muddled and my body beginning to grow too hot as I searched desperately for an exit. Anything to calm the chaos swirling around in my head. And just like that, the familiar voice popped in my head, this time stern.

Nina you have to stop, we can’t help you if you won’t let us.

“It’s too hot, I can’t...I can’t…” I whispered to no one in particular. Even if I wanted listen to him my flat out legs refused his request, desperate to escape this hallway of horrors. All I could focus on was making it outside. Outside would have cold air, maybe an escape to these voices. Outside was going to save me.

Don’t listen to him, the other commanded. I shook my head and rooted myself in place, suddenly unaware of where I was. In my hurry to run I suddenly found myself at a crossroads with growing panic spreading through me.

Nina, please-

NINA-

“Arrêter de parler!” I shouted to no one in particular. My voice must have carried through the halls because more children began to poke their heads out to see who was causing the racket. The eyes, the whispers, the incessant orders being given in my head were all too much. The room was back to spinning violently now and I could no longer keep up with anything. 

With a quick turn of my heel, I gathered up what remaining strength I had to head back to where I had been, to confront Renato or who I thought was him, for answers or help. Instead, I found myself smacking directly into something very hard. The heavy clang of metal contact rang through my ears before I hit the ground, only the faint whisper of ‘Bohze moi…’, being heard before my world turned black once more.

Finally, the voices had stopped.

[mimymomo]

We We’re Inevitable PaulxEmma One-Shot

I posted this on AO3 and I’m really proud of it so I’m posting it here too. I really want to expand it as well so if anyone’s interested I will. In this story Paul and Emma get the happy ending they deserved. Plus there’s dogs!

“Well, goodbye Kelly! Good luck with the pot farm.” Emma, or should she say Kelly now, glances up to say thank you. A pot farm, far away from Hatchetfield, all she wanted not even a week ago. Now she didn’t know what to think. Sure, she’s happy that she didn’t die and turn into one of those fucking musical zombies, but she couldn’t help and think about all she lost. Sweet ole Bill and poor Charlotte, Professor Hidgens, hell even Nora, Zoey and the asshole creep Ted. And Paul…oh Paul. ‘You were supposed to make it back to me. We had that date to go on…and now what?’

“Thanks.” 

“Oh, and one more thing. You will be escorted to Colorado by a Mr. Ben Bridges. He’s waiting outside.” Emma shot the soldier a confused look, “oh, I don’t know any Ben Bridges.”

“Well according to our records, you two seem to be pretty good friends. Peep would like to see it become something more.” The soldier smiled, about-faced and marched out the hospital room, leaving Emma to herself. She looked around what had been her room for the past week, ‘well goodbye Clivesdale, goodbye Emma Perkins, goodbye life I never thought I’d miss.’ As she begun to pick up her few things, someone entered the room. ‘Must be the nurse here to check on me again.’ However, when she turned her head, she was greeted to a sight she never thought she’d see again.

“Oh my god, Paul?” he had his signature goofy, dazed look on his face that morphed into a large smile at the sound of his name. “You made it!” Emma cried reaching out to grab him and pulled him into a hug. She needed to feel him. She needed his touch. For a week she was forced to face the facts that Paul was dead and gone. But now he’s here in her arms, perfectly safe and alive. His skin was cold when she touched him, but Emma couldn’t bring herself to care, just wrapping her arms and tightly around his torso. “We made it!” They made it, they were getting out of it. It was almost too good to be true.

“Emma, I’m sorry. You lost.”

Emma felt her blood freeze over and her body stiffened. She pulled herself out slightly from Paul’s embrace. ‘Did he just?’ No, there’s no way, he was fine. He was just pranking her. She gave him a smile in disbelief. Why was he pulling something like this now?

“Paul?”

“Emma, I’m sorry. You lost your way.”

Emma’s smile vanished. This wasn’t a prank. She began to pull her hands away, “Paul you’re scaring me.”

Paul began to waltz her around the hospital room, singing along to a song she couldn’t hear. “I’m still the man you trust. It’s inevitable for us!”

Emma began to cry, “no! Get away from me! You’re not Paul, you’re one of them!” Paul, no – that thing inside Paul, wouldn’t let her go. Her leg was killing her from being paraded around the room. Soon more people entered the room – Professor Hidgens, the nurse who must’ve been turned in the last few minutes, Ted, Bill, Nora, some random guy in a suit. All singing and dancing, circling her in. Emma broke though the group and out the door, down the dark hallway only to be brought back right back to her room.

“It’s just a fucking loop! What the fuck!” she screamed, limping away from the multiple hands that clawed out to grab her.

Suddenly, her hospital room transformed, the walls in front of her and to her sides fell, revealing an audience staring and watching her. She was on a stage. Her bed and IV had disappeared and the infected people started to sing towards the crowd and not her. Emma saw this as her chance to get help, she called out to the audience and begged them to help her, call someone, throw her a phone, do something, anything! No one helped, they just sat there – some with wide eyes, shocked that she was speaking to them. Others just laughed at her, at her pain. Did they not realize she was about to die and turn into one of those things?

She felt herself get pulled away by what used to be Bill and Ted and pushed into the center stage.  Bill and Ted joined the other in kick line, singing some song similar to the one Professor Hidgens sang in his bunker a few days ago. Emma screamed as they drew closer. When she got to the edge of the stage, she tripped to the floor.

Paul yelled, “THE APOTHEOSIS IS UPON‑”

“US!” the rest of group finished, reaching out to nab Emma. Emma felt body go in slow motion as she yelled and extended her hand outward for someone to help.

Then everything went dark.

Suddenly, the lights came back on and the audience is cheering in a thunderous applause. The infected people start linking hands and bowing. Emma takes this time to try calling for help once more. Nothing changes. This time everyone is laughing, pointing at her.

“WHY ARE YOU CLAPPING?”

More laughing ensues. Then she’s being dragged away again, this time towards backstage. She had no escape. She just kept screaming and screaming, her growing hoarse. ‘This is it,’ she thought despondent. ‘This is where I die, in Clivesdale at the hands of people I once considered friends and something more. Haha…’ The last thing Emma remembers before entering the dark is the lyrics to the song Paul was just singing; ‘It was inevitable.’

“- Perkins! Ms. Perkins! Emma Perkins wake up!”

Emma flashes open her eyes and jolts upwards to the sound of her name belling yelled. She can’t breathe, the world is spinning, and everything was blurry. She could see the outlines of two people staring at her, but she can’t fully register who they are. She can feel someone touching her but that just sends her into a further frenzy. “Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”

“Ms. Perkins please calm down! I’m nurse Joy Drewman. We’re just here to check on you,” the lady with long brown hair wearing all white exclaims soothingly. “It’s okay, you’re okay now.”

After a minute of heavy breathing, Emma felt herself simmer down. She looked around the room, she was in a hospital. She was wearing a hospital gown, IV taped to her arm and a bracelet with her medical information tightly wrapped around her wrist. To her left was a light cream wall with swirling patterns on it and an ugly painting hanging up. To her right was the door. Nurse Joy was checking her vitals and behind her, the soldier lady from her dream stood near the door. ‘God,’ Emma thought, ‘I feel like shit! And my leg is on fire.'

After the nurse finished checking on Emma, she left leaving the other two alone in the room. The soldier cleared her throat to gather Emma’s attention, “Emma Perkins, I’m Lieutenant Parks from United States Military, special unit PE IP. PEEP for short.” PE IP? Peep? “So Ms. Perkins, do you remember anything that has happened over this past week?”

Emma couldn’t NOT remember. The singing, and dancing, all the deaths… But what about Paul and all the infected people that were just in here? Why wasn’t she dead right now? “The meteor, and everyone was singing…”

“Yes, that’s right,” Lt. Parks nods. “A meteor touched down in Hatchetfield a little more than a week ago, spreading an infection killing nearly everyone on the town. We found you near the crash site of our military helicopter. You had had a long thin metal pipe bent through your leg as well as a few broken ribs and plenty of blood loss. You were barely conscious when we picked you up. You’re in Clivesdale General Hospital now, and you just had surgery for your leg. This is the first conversation I’ve been able to have with you fully attentive. You were having a pretty severe nightmare, weren’t you Ms. Perkins?”

'Nightmare? That’s what that was, just a dream?'

Emma shook her head in shock. Helicopter crash…Clivesdale hospital…surgery? So, all thought that really did happen, she could hardly remember any of that. “So, the meteor?”

“Was destroyed along with the Starlight Theatre. Hatchetfield has completely been sealed off from the rest of the mainland as well as any means of transportation to get there. We blew up the Nantucket Bridge. It was pretty damn awesome. We believe the meteor was what was controlling the infected people. The hive mind, you could call it. Once it was destroyed, the people infected all seemed to drop dead.”

Emma wished those words didn’t bring her comfort, that she was horrified at the realization that so many people in her old hometown were dead. But after all that happened back in Hatchetfield, in that…dream? She just couldn’t help herself. Yet Emma still was pensive around the lieutenant, could she trust this lady in front of her? “Lieutenant Parks,” Emma cut in, “was there, um, are there any survivors?” Emma knew she should keep her hopes down, but she couldn’t help but ask anyways. But now, what did she even want the answer to be?

“That’s what I’ve come in here to tell you. When we picked you up there was a certain name you were continuously mumbling; a Mr. Paul Matthews.” Emma whips her head up, “Paul?”

“Yes, Mr. Matthews. I’m pleased to tell you that we did in fact find him.” Emma stops breathing and locked eyes with the Lieutenant, “Paul is…alive?”

Lt. Parks smiles, “we found him buried under the rubble in the remains of the old theatre. He was badly beaten and barely hanging on but, yes, he was and still is alive. He’s was just taken out of the Intensive Care Unit and placed in the general ward.” Emma felt relief course through her body. Tears sprang into her eyes and she began to shake in her bed. “Oh thank God!” she cried, “oh Paul!”

“He’s been asking about you ever since he woke up. I was coming to see if you were up for little a little trip to visit him in his room?” Emma shook her head violently, ignoring her newly developing headache. It was a no brainer, she had to go to him. See him with her own eyes.

“Okay then,” Lt. Parks said. “I’ll call a nurse to bring you a wheelchair.” She leaves the room and Emma is by herself. ‘Shit, it really was a dream,' she thought, her head in a fog. 'We really did make it. Paul’s okay. He’s okay…’

Around ten minutes later, nurse Joy and Lt. Parks re-enter with a wheelchair. The two help Emma off her bed and into the chair, then they’re off. Once out the door, Emma makes a mental map of the trip to Paul’s room. ‘Out the door, make a left, go all the way down the hall to the elevator. Go three floors up then take a right and down the hallway.’ They keep going down the seemingly never-ending hallway until they reach room #511. When they got the door, Emma felt the restlessness return as she squirmed in her chair. She didn’t know what to expect when the door opened, she just wanted to see him. Lt. Parks swings open the door and Emma held her breath as she gets pushed into the room. Paul was sleeping soundly. His eyes were gently closed, and the bed sheet placed over his body rose and fell with his chest after each breath he took.

“Oh God…” Emma whispers bringing her hands up and over her mouth. He was covered in burns, the right of his face, his hands up to forearms. Everything was either covered in a bandage or a cast. And on closer inspection, Emma notices that the sheet was oddly flat where part of Paul’s left leg should’ve been. Emma turns to Lt. Parks, the older troop seemed to understand what Emma wanted to ask without her having to ask. “When we found him, the bottom half of his left leg had been trapped under a large pile of concrete and wooden beams. We had no way of moving the rubble and the leg was too badly damaged to be repaired so we had to make the call to…” She pauses and looked down at Emma’s face. The brunette was in distress but in her eyes the Lieutenant could tell she wanted her to continue. So, she did. “We had to have an emergency amputation.”

“Amputation?”

“We removed his leg, up to his knee, in order to transport him.”

“Fucking hell…” Emma mutters in exasperation. Paul, her Paul. He was here, right in front of her – broken, burned and missing half of his leg. ‘What the hell did I make him do?’

At that moment, Paul begun to stir, slowly peeling open his eye with a few blinks. “Ughh…”

“Paul?” Emma reaches out her arm to grab Paul’s hand, lacing their bandaged fingers together. “Paul can you hear me?”

Paul moans and turns his head in Emma’s direction. “Emma?” Emma began to sob, “oh Paul! Paul you’re okay!” She kisses the back of his burned, shriveled hand before placing her forehead down upon it. “Emma? You’re here?” Emma sobs even harder, his voice was groggy and strained but not one musical note could be heard.

He was really here and truly okay.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Lt. Parks booms from behind, backing out the door and closing it behind her.

“Fuck Paul, I thought you had died.” Paul just smiles and wipes away some of her stray tears with his fingers. “It was going to take a lot more to stop me from dying and leaving you alone.”

Emma giggles, her sobs slow into a trickle, “apparently you dumbass.” Paul gave her another grin then groans. Emma panics when Paul starts to glance downwards at his body. “Shit, I got pretty messed up, didn’t I?”

Emma couldn’t look at him anymore. “This was my fault.”

Paul turns back to look at her. “Emma you can’t mean that?”

“Paul you wouldn’t have to that meteor if I hadn’t asked you to. Hell, I wouldn’t have even had to ask you if I hadn’t fucked up my leg from not wearing my damn seatbelt on that helicopter. Now look at you!” she holds out her unoccupied hand and waves it up and down over Paul’s body. The tears had returned in full force. “You’re in a hospital missing part of your fucking leg because of me!”

“No Emma,” Paul exclaims, “if it wasn’t for you, and your idea to go back and blow up that meteor we’d all be dead. Every single last one of us.” He grabs both of her hands and gives them a comforting squeeze. “You saved me, you saved all of us. Besides, what’s half a leg when the alternative is becoming a mindless singing alien?”

Emma gave him a small smile through the tears, “of course you try pass the glory off to someone else.” After a few minutes her tears whittle down to a few streaks and her breathing returns to what could be consider normal. They sat, or Paul’s case, laid there not saying a word. Hand in hand, enjoying the others presence. They basked in the sun blazing through the window and the quiet, which in the past week, they’d come to really appreciate it.

Not even five minutes later, Lt. Parks and another nurse enter Paul’s room and tell her that she had to return to her room. Emma immediately tenses at the idea of leaving him again, but they quickly inform her that she would be allowed to come and see him again tomorrow. Paul gives her one last squeeze then they separate. They smile at each other as she is exited out the door.

After that, for the following two weeks this becomes their routine – Emma would be wheeled into Paul’s room and would spend as much time as they could together, just talking, telling stories, good and bad, comforting each other. Then at the end of the day, Emma would be rolled back to her room, only to repeat this process the next day and the days after that.

When Emma was set to be discharged early the next week, stitches removed and now able to walk on her own, she pleaded with Lt. Parks to let her stay with Paul until he was discharged as well. She couldn’t leave without him, not again. And a few days later, with some favors being done by Peep, Emma was given special privilege to stay with Paul in his room. They even brought in a spare cot for Emma to sleep on, which she later moved into the narrow spot in between Paul’s bed and the window. Lt. Parks said it was because there were still some more things that needed to be done dealing with their relocation, but Emma could tell she was lying.

Soon Paul began physical therapy, three times a week, to help with his limited mobility. Emma could tell he hated going but he never outwardly complains once. Emma knew it was because he didn’t want to upset her. She hated that he put on a brave face to soothe her, not once thinking about himself. On days after a particularly difficult session, Emma would sit with him on his bed and hold him close to her body. She ran her fingers up and down in circles on his back and would whisper just how proud she was of him in his ear.

Their first date wasn’t a silent movie at some indie theater like they planned, no – it was some Hallmark tv movie marathon in Paul’s hospital room surrounded by candies and snacks from the vending machine and hospital cafetorium. Plus, some food Emma snuck in from a McDonald’s down the street. They two feasts on junk food while curled up together on Paul’s bed, making fun each movie’s overall cheesiness and predictable plot. When nurse Joy comes by to check on the two, she is greeted to two fast asleep thirty-year old’s, candy wrappers and McDonald’s boxes strewn about the bed. The position the two are in is too cute, she doesn’t even dare wake them up. She just turns off the lights and closes the door – the only lights now come from the tv screen and the buildings, cars and sky above that shine in from the window. She can scold them over the outside food tomorrow.

Some days are easier than others. On one of those REALLY bad days, Emma can’t seem bring herself to move out of bed. She just stares blankly out the wide window, she hates these days. The days where she can’t help but think back and replay the incidents of Hatchetfield over and over in her head. Think back to all that happened to her new friends, what had happened to her sister. Wonder why she is still alive when so many others deserve it so much more than her? Wonder why she kept even trying to live on in the first place…

Emma hears the door to her and Paul’s room creak open and begins to turn around. She expects to see Paul being rolled into the room per usual. What she doesn’t expect is to see Paul standing up in the doorway, slowly making his way over to the bed on foot, by himself, a wide smile on his face. Nor does she expect the prosthetic leg attached to his left knee. Sure, he’s using crutches and his steps are awkward and stilted, and yes there’s nurses standing only inches away to catch him in case he falls, but that didn’t matter to Emma. He was walking again.

“Surprised?” Paul asks. Emma is stunned speechless. He continues on, “they’ve been letting me practice walking with a prosthesis during P.T. They think I’m ready to get fitted for my own leg now. I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”

‘This is why,’ Emma thinks to herself, getting up from her bed and walking over to Paul. ‘He’s why.’

They share their first kiss in room #511 that day.

A few days before Paul is discharged, Lt. Parks comes back and gives them their new identities. “Here are you new passports, ID’s and everything you need detailing your new lives.” ‘Emilia Bradshaw…well hey it’s better than fucking Kelly that’s for sure.’

“Parker Murphy huh?” Paul says, eyes glued to the stacks of paper in front of them.

“You look like a Parker,” Emma jokes, ruffling Paul’s brown hair that was in major need of a haircut. Hell, both of their hair was in desperate need of some good old TLC.

Paul cracks a smile and looks up at her, “and you totally look like an Emilia.”

They are being sent to a plot of land in Colorado. ‘Colorado? Why does feel familiar?’ Emma stiffens the tiniest amount and scoots closer to Paul, nearly sitting in his lap. Without thinking about it, he immediately brings one of his arms up and wraps it around her body. He used to these moments of jumpiness, they both get them. Without Emma noticing, Lt. Parks had been talking about their living situation. ‘God, I hope Paul has been paying attention.’

“- nearly three acres of well treated land and house is brand new and completely furnished. And yes, it’s paid off. It’s quiet, private and best of all, only around thirty minutes away from the nearest heavily populated city so you don’t feel like you’re too far in the middle of nowhere. It’s a great place…” Emma held her breath, “…to start a family.”

Emma exhaled at the words, then after fully realizing what Parks was insinuating felt her face grow exponentially hotter. She looked up at Paul, only to see that his face and neck had gotten even redder than hers. They briefly lock eyes, quickly turning away. “Well I think that’s everything. I’ll see you two in a few days to take you to Colorado.” Then Lt. Parks takes her leave.

“Hey Emma,”

“What’s up?” she still couldn’t look at him in the face.

“Have you noticed that even with the new names, our nicknames could still be Emma and Paul?”

“What, seriously?” she asks finally turning back to Paul to see him nod his head up and down. “Emilia would be Em for short but if you add the ‘a’ from the end, it could be turned into Emma.”

“Shit you’re right.”

“Parker is a bit of a stretch, but I guess it’s kinda hard to find another ‘pau-’ names. So, I think it’s close enough to prove my point. Do you think they did that on purpose?”

“Oh definitely,” Emma concludes, looking over the documents again. They’re actually leaving, like for real now. They’re going to start their new lives together. Emma sees Paul fiddling with a few sheets of paper, trying his hardest to remember their travel itinerary. ‘Start a family huh?’ Even at a young age, Emma was turned off to the idea of settling down with a husband or wife and having children. ‘There’s too much out there to see and explore. There’s no time to settle down,’ is what she always said to her sister whenever she asked. But now, after everything that’s happened to her, settling down with Paul didn’t sound too fucking bad at all.

Colorado was pretty, well at least the land where her and Paul’s new house was at was. Acres of fenced off grassy hills, colorful trees and the view of distant mountain tops in the front and dense forestry surrounded their house in the back, plus there was a pool. A freaking pool! The actual house wasn’t too shabby either. In fact, it was pretty damn beautiful. When Lt. Parks said brand new, she wasn’t kidding. The house was huge – three stories tall to be exact, with 5 rooms and three and a half bathrooms. The kitchen was decked with the nicest stainless-steel appliances Emma had ever seen. Two ovens, a flat top stove and a long granite island in the middle. Emma had discovered her genuine love of baking during her time at Beanie’s, so she looked forward to spending quite a bit of time in there. The living room was big as well, with a leather couch, La-Z-Boy recliners, stone fireplace, and a 75-inch flat screen with both Netflix and Hulu on it. If Emma thought she was going to pass out in the kitchen, the revelation of tv wasn’t helping.

“Holy shit Paul, I’m never leaving!” Paul just laughs at how excited she was getting after exploring each new room. In all honesty, he was feeling a bit overwhelmed at all the excessiveness of the house but seeing Emma’s giddy reactions helped ease that tension.

The master bedroom was the cherry on top of Emma’s perfect sundae. Inside was a king-sized bed, dressers plus a walk-in closet, and a window which opened to reveal a balcony. Then there was the master bathroom that had two vanity sinks, a toilet and not only a walk-in shower but an old-fashioned bathtub as well.

“Oh God I need to lie down,” Emma muttered staggering towards the bed planting herself faced down on top of the comforter. “I’m dreaming, this must be a dream!” her words come out muffled from her head being buried.

Paul chuckles joining her on the bed, facing upwards though. “Not a dream Emma. This is really your house now.”

“Now, if only a puppy appeared, then it would be absolutely perfect!”

“With the size of this place we could probably get like six dogs…” Paul exhales. Emma turns to face Paul in brand new vigor, “so we can get six puppies?”

“We’re not getting six dogs Emma.”

She puts on the cutest pout Paul has ever seen, “but we are going to get A dog, right? Or two?”

“I can definitely agree to that,” Paul chuckles. Emma leans over and plants a sweet kiss on his lips which he quickly deepens. His lips are slightly chapped against hers which are freshly coated in cheap convenient store chapstick – it’s perfect and warm.

“We should go right now,” Emma speaks, fire in her eyes. Paul just looks at her, flabbergasted by her enthusiasm. “We just took a long flight to Colorado and finished moving in all of our stuff and you want to go out and buy a dog right now?”

“Yes!”

Paul rolls his eyes then closes them, “give me an hour to nap and I’ll be ready okay?”

Emma gives him an exaggerated groan in response but still snuggles in close to him, closing her eyes as well. “Fine, but in an hour we’re leaving.”

Paul kisses her forehead, “okay Emma.” They’re both out in a matter of minutes, the only sounds in the room is the two’s peaceful snores in harmony with the other.

Five hours later they two are leaving the pet store with bags of dry food, canned food, treats and every other dog accessory known to man. A small dog in both of their laps: a tiny black and brown chihuahua-yorkie mix named Socks in Emma’s and an adorably scruffy three-legged golden poodle terrier mix named Bee in Paul’s.

For now, their family was complete. And Paul and Emma couldn’t have been happier.

[plattenbau-persephone-praxis]

1-117

Oh what in oblivion? Here we go: 

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? - I don’t understand my feelings towards people.

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? - Not really.

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? - I tend to not get along with potheads? Not because I hate them or something, it’s simply that way. So that isn’t really a problem for me. But I think deep inside, I’d care if my s/o did.

4: Do you find it easy to trust others? - Depends on how much alcohol I drank

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? - Was probably playing Hearts of Iron IV

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? - @promethism is with me. The whole month of july will be that way with him haha.

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? - I’d probably go really depressive. And also break up.

8: Are you close with your dad? - Kind of? I wish we were closer?

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? - AHAHAHAHAHA lol nope EDIT: WAIT NO I DID YOU JUST GO ON AND READ THROUGH ahaha

10: What are you listening to? - The new Hundredth album. It’s great!

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? - Sangria

12: Do you like hickeys? - YESJHFIAUHEFIUAHE

13: What time do you go to bed? - Around midnight atm

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? - Nah, I usually dump such people.

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? - I only text with one hand?

16: Do you always answer your texts? - Nope :/

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? - Nope, I wish I could though.

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? - Today?

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? - @promethism @iwa-chans-bara-arms @pizzajer @insomniacpoetssociety @littlefecker @exxtramental @schmerzenundliebe and many others that don’t have tumblr or that I forgot

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? - Was watching my fav youtuber so probably that

21: Is anyone else in the room with you? - Nope

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? - Nope

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? - Not even closely. Though it could be better rn too

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? - Yes, but I’m not able to.

25: In the past week, have you cried? - Nope

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? - White

27: Do people ever call you by your last name? - Sometimes

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? - Yes

29: Do you have a best friend? - I do

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? - Nope. It was a friend of mine I kissed out of platonic affection.

31: Who was your last call/text message from? - My last text message was from @schmerzenundliebe

32: Are you mad at anyone? - I probably am

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? - To be honest, I don’t think so

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? - 19

35: How many more days until your birthday? - 87 days

36: Do you have any summer plans yet? - I’m flying to Romania with @promethism

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? - I do

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? - I think not, atm.

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? - I’m not really a secretive person, so I guess not

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? - Nope

41: Do you think age matters in relationships? - It’s kind of strange when there’s a really huge age gap.

42: Are you available? - Like single? Yeh.

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? - HIGH SCHOOL ENDED TODAY so like 1?

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? - A septum

45: Do you believe exes can be friends? - I do but probably I would be the first person to say “I still have feelings for you”

46: Do you regret anything? - I had a strange girlfriend when I was 14

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? - THE FACT THAT I STILL HAVE LIKE 60 QUESTIONS TO GO

48: Did you ever lose a best friend? - Yes, but I don’t classify it as a “loss”

49: Was your last kiss a mistake? - Nope

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? - It just wouldn’t work out anymore

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? - They probably did

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? - YE I LIKE KISSED HIM YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE WAS TAKING DONATIONS AND I HAD NO MONEY SO I GAVE HIM A KISS and then we talked today again

53: What was the last thing you ate? - salat

54: Did you get any compliments today? - Yes, I did, due to my outfit.

55: Where are you going on your next vacation? - Romania

56: Do you own anything from other countries? - Probably a lot of thing from Romania, since I am half romanian

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? - I think it’s balanced

58: Where have you lived most of your life? - In Bucharest until I was 12

59: When was the last time you took a long drive? - When my dad drove me and my ex to Amsterdam

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? - Who didn’t?

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house? - Nope

62: Who do you text the most? - @pizzajer

63: What was the last movie you saw? - Haven’t been watching any movies as of late, so it’s probably still Suicide Squad

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? - I HAVE NO S/O :(

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011? - None lol

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you? - Yes

67: Do you curse around your parents? - Yes

68: Are you happy with where you live? - Nope. I hate this place

69: Picture of yourself? - No?

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? - I’m totally monogamous. I’m the definition of jealousy.

71: Have you ever been dumped? - Yes

72: What do you most like about making out? - The privacy, I guess

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? - I did.

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? - Last time it was me.

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? - I think everybody likes some ass, be it man ass woman ass 8)

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? - Probably @pizzajer again

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? - Nope

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? - Nope

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? - My wholesome friends

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? - Nope. I’m not that old yet, though

81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? - I guess my ex girlfriend? Other people too, so yeh.

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? - Yeh. I shouldn’t

83: Do you miss your last sweetie? - Yeh

84: Last time you slow danced with someone? - Never lol

85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? - How does one date someone without meeting?

86: How can I win your heart? - Make me laugh with bad puns and memes.

87: What is your astrological sign? - JFC I’m to tired to google it right now

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM? - PROBABLY PLAYING HEARTS OF IRON IV

89: Do you cook? - Kinda, I’m bad though.

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? - I did

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? - I do

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? - I fall into monogamous relationships quickly

93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? - Freckles are always nice.

94: Name four things that you wish you had! - A will to live, more serotonin, a better gaming PC (mine’s already two years old :/) and an electric guitar

95: Are you a player? - I’d probably be the worst player ever.

96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? - Probably did

97: Are you a tease? - Nope

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? - I did. Some I regret to this day

99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? - I am always deeply in love with someone. I know no other state

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? - There probaly is but you bet your ass I won’t go saying with whom.

101: Hugs or Kisses? - BOTH?!

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? - I am lol

103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? - I think people tend to notice the face first.

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? - It’s cheesy and kind of cringy

105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? - Nope.

106: Do you flirt a lot? - I tend to

107: Your last kiss? - THAT DUDE I TOLD THE STORY LIKE THREE TIMES ALREADY hooly shit

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? - I did

109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month? - YEH HOW BOUT YO SCROLL UP

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? - Nah.

111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next? - I am a ship adrift at sea, guided only by the mercy of the winds

112: Does someone like you currently? - Who knows? I for sure don’t

113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone? - Yes

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? - Serious relationships

115: Ever made out with just a friend? - I did

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? - In a relationship

117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it. - Am I a depressed piece of shit? Yes!

[evans-addicted]

Stay with me (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: This is my first attempt at posting something publicly. It was inspired by a dream I had (hee hee hee). It is in 2 parts. I write what I think so I am not sure if it feels like it rattles on, but the idea was to write it so you know exactly what’s going on in her mind, even when it’s sarcastic remarks to herself.

Synopsis: After being hurt by local thugs trying to help a student of yours, Steve finds you and brings you to T’Challa’s Facility to get you help. Friendship occurs with Steve and Bucky during your recovery til it comes time to go home, then shit gets real.

Word count: total 6756. Part 1=3305words   Part 2=3451

Warnings: Part 1 is swearing and violence, Part 2 is swearing, alcohol, some talk of injuries, and SMUT

(Pics and Gif’s are not mine, I Googled them)

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You sighed as you saw the two large black men turn the corner. You knew this wasn’t going to pretty, again. Why do you keep doing this? Why can’t you just be like everyone else and let the police deal with situations like this? Because you care damn it. You knew this14 yr old boy, Yuna, from the school you taught at and you knew he was a good kid. You also knew he lived in a little hovel with his mom and 3 sisters all under the age of 12. You knew why he was helping sell drugs for these Wakandan drug dealers, but you didn’t like it one bit. You were in the alley talking to Yuna, trying to plead with him to give it up and you’d figure out a way to help him somehow. The 2 guys walked speedily to you cursing as you held your hands up to show you meant nothing, just talking. The thinner asshat yelled out “we told you last time you bitch, leave our people alone!” Last week you had tried to get some prostitutes to stop working for this gang and let you get them help, so you took a few hits to the face.

“Hey man I’m just talking to one of my students that’s all” you pleaded. You remembered what being slapped around by these guys felt like and you were fine with not having that happen again. “I think you need a better lesson” the big guy backhanded you in the face, making you spin and fall to the ground. You felt a surge of adrenaline through your body and you used it to stand up.

That was stupid. So very stupid. But you were determined to show Yuna what these people were like, even if it meant taking a few smacks again. A few smacks would have been so much better than what you've gone through. It all happened so fast, you remember being punched in the head, stomach, and even one to the back. You writhed in pain on the ground as they took a few kicks to your stomach, cursing at you the whole time. Some in Wakandan and some in English, you believe for your benefit. All of a sudden the kicking and yelling stops as you hear another male voice yelling from behind you. A tall white man runs towards them and the two Wakandans and Yuna run back around the corner and you hear a car speed off. The white man, you now know was American from hearing him yell at the asshats, turned around and jogged back to you. You push yourself up onto your knees and hold your arms tight to your stomach to try to somehow hold in the pain. He knelt down in front of you telling you not to try to get up. “I had it under control, I can take a few punches ok” you slurred as if you were drunk, but it must’ve been from the fat lip you could feel. You look down as you feel a searing pain in your midsection, you pull your hands away from you to see you were covered in blood. The man stated in awe that you could even still move, “You weren’t punched, you were stabbed”! You looked up at his face, wide eyed in disbelief and just before you passed out you can remember saying “Holy shit, you’re Captain America”, fade to black.

Head pounding, your whole body aching, and your eyes straining, you blink uncontrollably, adjusting to the lights, you could see enough to know there were two figures standing over you. A few moments pass as they come clearer into view. You hear one say, “Well I see you couldn’t resist picking up another stray Steve”. “I’m not a stray asshole!” you blurt out roughly as your throat is dry and sore. “Language!” Steve sighs as he puts his hand on yours. “Sorry, force of habit. How are you feeling?” He then asks.

“Oh my god I’m dead! I died! I fucking died! I knew it!” you rambled on a few times as you saw Steve Rogers, Fucking Captain America and Bucky fucking Barnes standing at the sides of you. You had to be dead, because how in the hell does that happen right. “I died and this is heaven if you are here, although I totally saw myself going a different direction if ya know what I mean, haha” you were rambling again. “You’re not dead, though you ought to be after what you’ve been through” Steve tries to reassure you. “You’re in a hospital, well sort of. You’re in a medical facility. You were beaten up pretty badly and stabbed. You need to just relax and recover. You’ve got a lot of healing to do.” he stated. You just figured this was the doctor talking and you had a concussion so you were imagining it as Steve and Bucky here. I’ll go with the flow, you thought as you started to feel woozy and you drifted off back to sleep.

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The next time you woke up you were not as groggy but just as sore. You opened your eyes to what looked like a large hospital room. A very nice hospital room, actually. One you could definitely not afford. Just then a nurse, a young, black woman you assume to be in her late 20’s, comes in with a new IV bag. She was startled a bit to see you were awake. “Oh, good morning sleepyhead” she softly exclaimed in a deep Wakandan accent. “Let me get the doctor, I’ll be right back” and she was out the door before you could ask anything else.

You took in the room some more while waiting for the doctor. You tried to sit up a little in the bed and when you felt a stabbing pain in your stomach, you stopped. Just then the doctor and nurse came into the room. “Whoa I would not try to do that ma’am, you’ll rip a stitch!” he stated as he held up his hand as if to physically stop you if you kept trying. “Here, you can move up the bed using this, but only a little ok” as he hands you the remote for the hospital bed. Out of the corner of your eye, you see more figures come into the room. Again, it was Steve freaking Rogers and Bucky freaking Barnes. You looked around for cameras because you truly had to be getting Punk’d or something.

You laid there silent, staring of course at them in disbelief. “I’m Dr. Mburno and this is your nurse Jessa. How are you feeling” the doctor asks you? “Um, I’m tripping balls man! This just doesn’t happen. Normal people just don’t meet fucking superheroes let alone have them in their hospital rooms!” Small laughs came from the nurse, doctor, and Steve. Bucky just stood there with no emotion showing. “Uh first off, not superheroes ma’am.” “Oh my god please stop calling me ma’am, my name is Y/N”.  “Ok Y/N, you were badly injured. You were lucky he found you when he did actually” the doctor stepped closer as he motioned towards Steve. “How long have I been out?” you queried. “3 days ma’am,” the doctor says while looking at your chart. “3 DAYS! OH MY GOD, MY KIDS. I need to go!” you exclaimed and tried to sit up again. “KIDS!” Steve and Bucky let out with startled looks as they looked ready to spring out the door, “You have kids? How many? How old? They weren’t at your apartment!” In shock at that, wide-eyed you ask “how you know what’s in my apartment?” “Your information and keys were in your purse. We needed to see if there was anyone to tell that you were here” Jessa told you.

“Oh um, my kids are my students, I meant my students. I’m a teacher. But my cat, yah she’s going to need more food and water.” Relief was the body language you now read in the room. “Sorry, I’m just really close to my kids, um my students.” You explained. The nurse handed you a clipboard with blank paper and a pen “put down where you work and we’ll make sure the children know you are ok. Is there anyone else we need to inform, perhaps family or friends?” You take the clipboard and thank her “um but no there isn’t anyone else to contact” lowering your head you start writing the information down.

“I’m going to do a check up on you now to see how you are healing if that is ok?” he asks you politely. “Yah of course, sure”. He then looked over to Steve and said he was going to need them to step out and he could let them come back and talk to me afterward if that was alright. Steve nodded a yes and turned to head out. He nodded at Bucky towards the door as if saying ok let’s go. Just before he turned away, Bucky shot a quick half smile your way. You were not sure what that meant. So the doc went through the normal checking my stitches and wherever else hurt. He told you about all your injuries and that you were probably going be here for a few weeks til you were able to leave. After all that you were given some more morphine for the pain and dozed off.

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Steve and Bucky. Bucky stood towards the back corner of the room and Steve walked right up to your bedside. “What on earth were you doing, trying to get yourself killed?’ he started on you like a disappointed parent. “Hey someone has to help the little people. That’s all I’m trying to do, help” you defended. The right side of his mouth lifted into a half smile, melting you like putty, and he said: “Well who’s going to help you?” “Well this week it was you, next week it might be Santa Claus, I dunno” you shrugged sarcastically. A smartass response was your go to when you were nervous. Steve, Bucky, and their utter hotness made you nervous. Like you said before, this just doesn’t happen to normal people. Bucky smirked and let out a huff like laugh. Yay, he’s not a robot, you thought to yourself, then you remembered you had called him an asshole when you first woke up. You looked over at Bucky “Oh, hey I’m sorry I called you an aaaarrssehole” (you started to say asshole, but glanced at Steve to see him cringing at the beginning of your foul language, so you corrected yourself). He smiled and replied with “I should apologize for the stray remark, it was rude. Sorry”. You smiled back in acceptance.

“So this is awkward, but I cannot afford to stay here. I don’t make very much and this is way” you started saying towards Steve but he interrupted you by putting his hand up and smiling that damn half smile again. “Don’t even worry about that. It’s not every day we get a superhero in here so let us just get you better ok” he shot a wink at Bucky, quoting me from earlier. They both let out a small laugh. Bucky started walking towards the door, Steve told you “we’ll come back and visit, but you have to listen to what Dr. Mburno tells you to do or there’ll be consequences ma’aaaaY/N” he had started to call you ma’am again then trailed off into your name like you had done. It was cute. You were blushing.  Blushing and feeling on top of the world right now, even though you hurt like a mother fucker. Aaaaaand your new morphine drip has kicked in. Sleepytime.

You aren’t sure how long you had been asleep this time you woke up. If you can even call it waking up. You weren’t able to move or even open your eyes. You were just conscious. You could hear a light hum of electricity in the room from the medical equipment in the room. There was something else you could barely make out what it was. It sounded like someone breathing. All of a sudden the door handle clicked and you hear that light swoosh sound the door made when it opened. A few footsteps and then you heard a voice you distinctly recall being Steve’s say “I thought I’d find you in here”. “Hey” a low gruff voice mumbled. This startled you, even though you couldn’t move or speak. “What’s going on Buck?” Steve questioned. “I dunno, I just..it’s sad” Bucky seemed to struggle to get the right words. “What’s sad?” “You remember my apartment when you found me in Bucharest?” “Ya,” Steve answered skeptically. “You didn’t see her place, but it was just like that Steve”, Bucky blurted out. “Ok, what does that have to do with anything” Steve questioned not sure where this was going. Bucky looked at him with those same sad eyes he gave when he remembered the past and said: “It was so empty with nothing personal like photos, postcards, or mail.” “Buck you were on the run, you had to.” He was interrupted by Bucky, “I’m talking about her place, Steve. That’s what her place looked like. I had an excuse like you said, but she should have friends and family and things you know. I don’t know, I just feel sad for her.” “C’mon bud, let’s get out of here and talk somewhere else” You heard Steve’s footsteps walk farther into the room, then stop and 2 sets of footsteps walk out. You still couldn’t move or speak, but you could feel the tears roll from your eyes.

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The next time you woke up you felt much more rested and not in as much pain. It could have been the drugs, who knows. You were able to sit up a little so progress right. You pushed the nurse call button and a few moments later nurse Jessa came in asking how you were feeling. “Pretty good, actually. How long was I out this time?” “I will have the doctor come in to talk to you about that.” “Whoa wait a minute, please tell me. I won’t freak out this time I promise” you pleaded to her. “Well you’ve been in and out for a week now,” she said with a worried look on her face. “Wow. I don’t remember waking up or anything.” “Yes, we kept you in a semi medically induced coma to help push meds and some steroids to speed your healing” she explained. “Steroids, like the buff muscle stuff! Cool” you laughed. She giggled “no quite like that. It’s a metabolic steroid replacement we have created here.” “Oh, shucks. Well, that’s all good, I think it's helping because I’m feeling better. I don’t feel as much pain.”

“That’s great!” you hear Steve coming in the door as he clasped his hands together as in applause. “Hey Captain Mr. Rogers America” You shrugged to imply you weren’t sure what to call him. “Just Steve, please.” His half smile was so intoxicating that you weren’t sure if you could handle a full smile. Just then you noticed Bucky walk in and stand behind Steve off to the side a little. Your face noticeably sunk causing Steve to ask if you were ok. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just eager to get out of this bed I think” as you looked at Jessa. “Let me get the doctor in here and he can see if you’re ready to go to your recovery room for the duration of your stay.” Then she left. You kept your gaze down at your sheets. Steve broke the silence with “Yah, we’ve got a great room set up for you. Nice view. So til you are 100% you can just think of it as your home away from home. We’ll give you a tour once the doc gives the all clear, right Buck?” he motioned towards Bucky behind him. “Sounds good” sounded forced like when you have to say you like a present you obviously don’t.

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Several hours later that evening after all the medical protocols and being poked a few times and being x-rayed or cat scanned and having given some blood, Dr. Mburno said you were ready to start recovery out of the hospital bed. “Yessss” as you fist pumped. Jessa helped you get all unplugged and put a robe on you. She helped you sit in the wheelchair even though you wanted to walk, they said it was too far to your room. Bucky was out in the hallway when Jessa rolled you out of the room. Seeing the surprise on your face “Steve had to do something” he pointed a thumb behind him. He took a hold of the wheelchair handles and nodded to Jessa that he had it from here. And you were off. Walking down hallways and through what seemed like large common areas you stayed silent as did Bucky. Every once in a while you would hear a sigh as if he was going to say something then stopped. Finally, he stopped you in front of a door and reached over your shoulder to the handle. His chest moved your shoulder forward a little and all you could think was damn that muscle and how damn good he smelled. With the door now open, he moved beside you and held out his prosthetic hand for you. You grabbed his hand and he helped you stand. Lacing his other hand behind your back he escorted you into your room.

You looked around as you hobbled in on legs you haven’t used in almost 2 weeks. It was a beautiful room, with a large picture window viewing the jungle below. Plain white walls bare of any paintings or artwork except for the pop of color from the dark blue door trim. Gorgeous marble time floors beneath your feet with only a white fuzzy rug under the bed extending out about 3 feet on the sides and foot. The bed looked plain and simple except for the bedding that looked like clouds. You pictured yourself running and jumping on it. Bucky saw the smile cross your face and asked: “You like?” “This is fucking heaven” was all you could think of to describe it. He laughed slightly. There was a desk in the corner with a laptop and folders on it. “What’s all that?” you nodded in its direction. “Don’t worry about that now. Just get steeled and we’ll tell you about that later” he said waving a hand towards it. “Your clothes were brought here for you and are in that closet” Pointing to the left of the room. “Ok well, I’m going to take a shower first thing.” You pointed towards the bathroom on the right side.

He started walking you over when you held up your hand and said: “ I can shower on my own thanks.” “Oh I know, I was just helping. I'm sorry. Um do you need anything else?” he stammered. “Oh my god this bathroom is amazeballs!” you shouted. He laughed and shot a finger at you, “I’ll take that as a no. Call if you need anything” he pointed at the phone on your bedside table then left, shutting the door behind him. After the unbelievable shower, you went to the closet and pulled out underwear, a tank top, and pajama pants to wear to bed. You couldn’t believe how tired you were already just from taking a shower, but you guess that’s what happens after being asleep for 2 weeks. Walking to the bed you thought once again about jumping onto the fluffy cloudlike bed, but looking down at your stitched up stomach, you decided against it. Lying down in the fresh linens and covering up with the thick comforter you immediately drifted off from exhaustion.

To be continued....

Tumblr wouldn’t let me add Gif’s or pictures....CURSES!!!

I hope you like it so far. I am finishing editing on part 2 now and will have it up tonight or tomorrow. Please let me know any feedback. Thanks.