#Almost died. Spent a long time in the hospital then in a wheelchair after that

[cobalt-mutterings]

You doing alright too? I'm sure all this is effecting up aswell

🐦‍⬛

Honestly I'm more fucked up from the drive here lol. I really only met Laika once at Birdie's birthday party. Whatever happened to his dad was deserved

[magnoliasandarson]

birds of a feather pt. 2

Dick wasn’t sure what to make of the Redhood Jason. His baby brother, his Little Wing- back from the dead. He was gloriously and miraculously alive, but there was something different. For one, he was jacked. His Jaybird had been five-foot-nothing when they buried him, but he was now a tank given human form- well over six feet tall, at least two hundred pounds.

Then there was the less obvious. Jason had always been a dynamic fighter, explosive and quick on his feet, but where he once moved like lightning, he now moved like wildfire, fluid and lethal. Dick recognized the brutality, the swiftness. Somehow, Jason had been with the League of Assassins. It was easy to put two and two together; someone had dumped the corpse of his baby brother into the Lazarus Pit. His brother hadn’t turned away from the light; someone turned him. They would pay dearly. 

He went to Bruce immediately and demanded they kill call Talia. But Bruce didn’t react the way Dick expected. He didn’t fly to Nanda Parbat; he didn’t swear vengeance in the name of his son. Instead, he said, “This changes nothing,” and went to find the Redhood, stone-faced and deathly quiet.

Dick hesitated for all of a minute before suiting up and running after Bruce, taking care to stay just out of sight. He’d known Bruce for half his life and had spent about as much time cleaning up his messes; he knew when the elder was going to make a mistake he’d dearly regret. He wanted to be wrong. 

Still, Dick crouched in the rafters of the warehouse and watched. He wanted to sob, wanted to scream, wanted to rage as his Little Wing tossed the hog-tied Joker onto the ground in front of him. Keeping the fucking clown as a barrier between him and his father. His fingers flexed involuntarily around a WingDing as the Joker started cackling, “How sweet! It’s a family reunion!”

Jason yanked his helmet off and tossed it between him and Bruce- no man’s land. In a fucked-up way, Dick almost laughed. Jason was still Jason, even under all the rage and madness. Thank fuck Dick had found and defused that bomb- Jason’d probably go on too long, and they’d be blown to pieces. 

Any semblance of a smile faded away from his face when Jason spoke, “Ignoring what he's done in the past. Blindly, stupidly disregarding the entire graveyards he's filled, the thousands who have suffered, the friends he's crippled.” Barbara’s agonized face as she stared at the Batgirl suit from her wheelchair flashed through Dick’s mind. His knuckles popped as he clenched his fists. Jason wasn’t wrong. Dick had believed- had known- what Jason was saying was true; he’d beaten the Joker to death with his bare hands, all for Bruce to bring him back. 

 Dick shifted his weight, ready to drop down in a split-second, “You know, I thought... I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt. If it had been you that he beat to a bloody pulp, if he had taken you from this world, I would've done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshiping garbage and then send him off to hell!” Oh, Jaybird. This was all wrong, all so fucking wrong. Bruce had lost his mind when Jason died; why wasn’t Bruce telling him?

Finally, finally, Bruce opened his mouth, “You don't understand. I don't think you've ever understood.” Dick was going to kill Bruce. Then, he was going to cart his brother off to therapy and ice cream.

“What? That your moral code just won't allow for that? It's too hard to cross that line?” So much therapy and so much ice cream. Maybe even a trip to a bookstore. Or an island. Just anywhere but Gotham.

“No! God Almighty, no. It'd be too damned easy. All I've ever wanted to do is kill him. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about subjecting him to every horrendous torture he's dealt out to others, and then... end him.” Barbara’s beaten form in a hospital bed, Jason’s tiny grave- Dick felt all too prepared to assume the burden for Bruce.

The Joker laughed again, “Aw, Batsy’s thinkin’ bout lil ol’ me!” Jason slammed a boot into the clown’s side, and Dick found himself almost cheering.

Bruce carried on, too stuck in his self-flagellation and morality, “But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down into that place... I'll never come back.” Boo-fuckin-hoo, Dick would stop Bruce if he went too far. He'd done it before.

“Why? I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent. I'm talking about him, just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you.” Dick was afraid that if he exhaled, he’d scream. It took him months to realize that Jason wasn’t his usurper- that he was just a kid who needed a family. If Jason thought for a minute that Dick hadn’t wanted to burn the world to ashes-

“I can't. I'm sorry.” Fuck this.

Jason chuckled, low and uneven, and Dick felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise, “You don’t have to. I will,” he pulled a gun from his hip, cocked the hammer, and lowered it to point at the Joker’s laughing face, “Him or me, Bruce. Either kill me, or I kill him.” No, no, no, no-

Bruce reached into his utility belt and drew a Batarang- NO

Time slowed. Was this how Wally felt?

Dick launched from the beam-

Jason turned away from the Joker, his mouth opened to speak-

The Batarang glinted in the flickering lights as it flew-

Dick screamed his brother’s name, arm outstretched-

“JASON!”

A river of red opened and poured out of Jason’s neck-

Jason fell to the ground, clutching his throat-

Dick was frozen. He was standing on solid ground. His brother was bleeding out ten feet away, with the Joker howling in laughter on the ground next to him. Dick could sense Bruce Batman behind him. Unmoving.  

It wasn’t something many people acknowledged- even in his own family- but Dick Grayson was a weapon given skin. He had trained with Raptor, Lady Shiva, and Deathstroke. They didn’t specialize in nonlethal force. Dick had mutilated, tortured, and killed in the name of justice. Batman just killed his brother. Carelessly, he flicked a Wingding into the Joker’s neck, slicing his carotid like Jason’s.

"Let him go," Dick triggered his escrima stick, sparks of blue crackling into existence, "now."

He turned to face the man he had loved as a father who killed his brother, his voice uncharacteristically solemn and steady, “You killed my brother.” Blue lightning crackled into existence, drowning out the sound of the Joker’s dying giggles.

Bruce’s Batman’s face was carved from stone, even as he raised his fists, “You broke the code.”

“Fuck your code,” Dick launched himself at Batman, escrima sticks raised, “he was your son!”

Once upon a time, many years ago, Bruce had taught Dick to fight, but Dick wasn’t trying to fight his former mentor; he was trying to kill him. Batman swung at Nightwing, aiming to shatter bone and rend flesh. They had crossed the point of no return, and they both knew it, “He came back wrong.”

Dick roared in rage, primal and furious, not speaking a word, slamming a well-placed kick into Batman’s weak knee. He was done talking. He’d tried to talk to Bruce Batman for years. If the old man wanted to fight someone, he’d be reminded why Nightwing was his contingency plan.

Batman fell to one knee, slashing out with a Batarang, but Nightwing caught it with an escrima stick, knocking it from the elder’s hand, and slamming the other into the side of his head. Dick dodged a sloppy punch, flipping out of the way with agility Batman could never match. 

“Stand down, Nightwing,” Batman bellowed, “That’s enough!” He staggered back to his feet, catching the younger in the ribs with a gauntleted fist. The force of the punch threw Dick, tossed him through the air onto his back on the ground, a pained gasp leaving his lips.

Dick snarled, a horrifying imitation of the smile he was famous for, “Never again.” He’d never stand down again, not for Batman. He launched into the air off his shoulders, his feet connecting with the Bat symbol, knocking Batman onto the concrete. 

Nightwing knelt on the Batsuit, pressing a Wingding into his throat, “You slit his throat.” Tears blurred his vision as he cut through the armor, the blade touching his former mentor’s skin, drawing a single drop of beaded blood. 

“Dad?”

In a heartbeat, Dick was on the floor between the Joker’s corpse and his brother. He thought he was dead; he didn’t check- “Jason,” the word left his bloody lips like a prayer, “fuck, Jason.” He pressed his fingers to his brother’s throat- there was a thick scar under the gore but no open wound. Jason’s pulse was fast and erratic- but it was there.

“Dickie?” Jason’s voice was small, croaky. Batman had probably cut into his vocal cords when he threw that stupid Batarang. (You should call them Batarangs- like Bat and Boomerang!)

“I’m here, Little Wing,” tears dripped off his chin onto his brother’s face, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” 

Distantly, Dick heard Batman jump out of a window. He didn’t care. He was holding his brother, his blessedly alive brother, fuck Batman. Birds of a feather stuck together.

[mini-green-goblin]

A little background: I have Schizophrenia and a genetic disease called Oshtoran Syndrome. I hid this from my friends for a very long time. They knew I was sick to an extent. There was no hiding my frequent trips to the hospital or having to become an ambulatory wheelchair user. But I wouldn’t admit what was wrong. I couldn't admit I was dying. My father spent his life studying trying to create a cure for my mother and me. But he had DID and Schizophrenia that (when mixed with one of the many faulty test cures) eventually caused him to snap and become the Green Goblin. He was put in prison and died not too long after. That was a year ago (his death I mean). I took up his work and ultimately finished the cure. Or at least I thought I did. Technically, it did cure me, but it also gave in-human strength, endurance, speed, reflexes, quick healing, and more. I grew small fangs and pointed ears. The green in my eyes mixed with purple. I had become a new goblin.

I explained everything to Peter. Ned, Gwen, and MJ were no longer in our lives. Some things happened and nobody could remember Peter except for me because somehow he forgot me instead. Bruce helped me create a pod almost like one used for diabetes but it contained the newly created cure. He made me a band for my wrist that allows me to adjust the dosage so I can go full goblin mode if I wish. There’s no way to sugarcoat this, but later I died. Not from sickness but from fighting. I sacrificed myself and kind of blew up a building with me on it. For some reason after I died, the spell broke; Peter remembered me. Shield somehow brought me back but refuse to tell me anything. So here I am with Peter alone, a zombie goblin. I guess I'll always walk around with my pointy teeth, goblin ears, and half-purple eyes. But I'd say it's worth it.

//not my photos//

Best friends:

@peterparker-who -my Peter <3

@definitelynot-peterp4rker @peterparker-official @midtown-braincell-holder @whatarethooseshuri @youknowwhoiamjr

Adopted by:

@imnothulk @thir-0dinson

Congrats on the engagement ^😁

My lawyer:

@daredevil-isnt-catholic-or-blind

[herresponsibiliity]

Musician AU

Attina has dedicated her life to the harp. She had been fascinated ever since her parents had taken her to the opera. The singing was beautiful, but she had fallen for the large instrument. She had already been taking piano and singing lessons, though her teachers often praised her for not needing them and begged her parents to learn the harp. That she promised she would keep up her grades to learn. So, they allowed it. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it; both her parents came from old money, but her mother was a famous singer, and her father took over, being head of his family’s affairs.

At eleven she was a prodigy. Already having starred in concerts alone and had written a few songs herself that her voice would accompany. Everything she did, she strived for perfection. One night, after another successful concert, she was headed home with her family, excitedly chattering away about the applause and her nerves when a drunk driver hit their town car.

Attina didn’t remember much, just searing pain. Later, in the hospital, she’d recall the sirens and her mother’s face. The flash of red and blue over her blood-spattered skin. And Athena trying to say something to Attina. Even as she tried, she couldn’t hear her mother, couldn’t get to her. Attina was told she had fainted, which had been best for her as her injuries were numerous, having been on the side of the car that had been hit alongside her mother. Attina and her father spent weeks in the hospital and when Attina finally came to she found her mother had died in the wreck.

For the first time she could see the relief in her sisters’ eyes that they had been in a separate car. It was how her parents made sure to make each daughter feel special. On the night of their performances only that daughter would ride with their parents. Often it caused meltdowns from the younger girls, but Attina was glad for it this time as none of them had been seriously harmed.

It took a long time for Attina to learn how to walk again but she refused anything musical. She felt her concert had been the catalyst that killed her mother and almost her father. What if it had been a few seconds later, all her sisters would be dead! She couldn’t stand it. Physical therapy and regular therapy replaced piano, harp, and singing lessons. Everyday things that used to be so easy for her now took much more energy than she had most days.

It was one of those days where she was out of breath just making herself lunch that she had her tantrum, had gone over to her harp in her wheelchair and began throwing everything she could get her hands on. Even as her father tried to calm her, the on-hand doctors, her sisters, she continued to rage. Rage for the loss of her mother, rage for losing her ability to play any instrument, everything. She hated the driver that hit them, she hated she had a concert the same night that driver hit them, she hated herself!

It was the last time she acted out, something the doctors told Triton she needed. She had been an exceptional patient before and it worried the doctors that she hadn’t grieved anything. So, they let her continue, making sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, and finally, exhausted, she stopped. It was the only time she ever lost her composure. After she poured all her energy into being able to walk again. The pool became her favorite place to be as it eased all her aches. Her time with physical therapy eventually paid off and she was able to walk again though she still had to have her wheelchair at times when she became too exhausted. Every time she walked, she was in pain, but she was determined not to rely on the wheelchair or others.

Still, she refused music, instead she let books let her escape the reality of all that she lost. When she turned fourteen, however, Ariel came to her one night, nightmares having filled her sleep and begged her big sister to sing for her. Ariel was eight and almost identical to their mother. Each of her sisters had something that reminded her of their mother. Andrina had her eyes, Arista had her bubbly attitude, Ariel with her hair, it was all so much for Attina. But she couldn’t just push her eight-year-old sister away. That night Attina sang for the first time. After Ariel fell asleep, Attina cried. Cried for something she had missed and after tucking Ariel into Attina’s bed, she went to the music room. Her father had had her harp repaired, unknown that he hoped she would go back to it. For an hour she trembled next to it, scared to begin something that had carried such pain for her. But singing had eased a pain in her heart she never realized she carried. And so, she sat, placed her fingers on the strings and played for the first time in years. Like a bike, she played smoothly, sorrowfully, and by the end of it her family stood in the doorway just watching her.

Her father approached first, tears in his eyes, and knelt beside her. He didn’t say anything, just cupped her face in his hands and cried with her. From then on, she continued to play, her first concert had her in such a panic she almost cancelled but her sisters and father were there, ready to support her through it all. The piece she played had been written on her own, a song of grief that, by the end, had the concert hall in quiet tears. Since then, she has risen to the same standards her mother had been, famous for her comeback. Now, twenty-one, she lives in her own penthouse and is always planning her next concert.

[helladirections]

ok now that it's over I just want to add.

This tour and both of these albums were defining pieces of my recovery. I had a HEART ATTACK, the doctors said it was one of the word they'd ever seen. Like I was genuinely literally DYING. and I had a HEART SURGERY. And they ripped open my chest and sawed through my sternum. And I get regularly scheduled scans where they inject me with NUCLEAR RADIOACTIVE shit. I spent incalculable time inside of MRI/MRA machines, sometimes for more than hour, sometimes with my limbs falling asleep, always uncomfortable. I couldn't sit up in bed without help. I couldn't walk without help. I had tubes in my neck, my throat, my stomach. Do you know what a "drain tube" is? Because I had two of them. I had to PRACTICE breathing. I had to use a wheelchair in the airport. I passed out in public twice and used an ambulance at least 4 times. the ER nurses KNEW ME.

And through all of that? Fine Line grounded me and helped me relax while in the hospital, while processing that I ALMOST DIED while my family was 3000 miles away. Fine Line reminded me that the rest of the world still existed. It calmed me after I developed claustrophobia, which I didn't used to have but after the 5th or 6th scan within a week I couldn't handle it anymore. The last thing I heard before going under anesthesia for heart surgery was Sunflower Vol 6 (I think, it's a little bit fuzzy) And going to LOT 2021 like I described above, genuinely accepting that if I got COVID I would almost definitely die.

And Harry's House defined my recovery. As It Was came out shortly after my mom left from taking care of me. The album came out while I was getting back to work. I played in the shower when I needed a shower chair and my tremor was so bad I had trouble washing my face. I listened on repeat when I waited in Drs offices or hospitals. I listened to it when I flew back to California to live with my mom. I bought my tickets for Residency literally while I was in the NIH waiting for a blood draw where they took over 25 vials of blood. I knew the concerts were risky for my health, but my therapist agreed that I needed something to look forward to. So when I was experiencing some of the worst depression of my life, when the ideation started again, I reminded myself that I just needed to live long enough to go to LOT.

And this is from before I was sick but ESNY always reminds me of those moments immediately after I woke up from the heart attack. When they lost my phone so I could only talk to my parents or my brother. When the doctors had no idea what was going on and pretty much encouraged me to prepare myself for possibly dying. When the drugs forced me to express my emotions and I cried every time a provider walked into the room. Tell me something I don't already know When my brother did a rare Older Brother thing and I called him and said "talk to me about anything besides this" and we gossiped about people from high school.

It makes me feel dumb. And dramatic. And it feels unnecessary. And no one has to read this or care. But I just needed to write it down and put it out there. And I never wrote in a journal the whole time I've been sick, but I think I'm going to sit down and write about this some time soon.

any way. Unironically my biggest health goal is to be able to get tickets for pit next tour, stand the entire time, and hold up a sign that says "x years since heart attack" or something like that.

like, when I finally got my phone back in the ICU, I looked pictures of Harry. And when I went into the machines for scans over and over and over and over, I listened to Fine Line the album. And when I went into surgery, I requested they play the "this is Harry Styles" Spotify playlist. And the first thing I asked my surgeon when I woke up, after they took the throat tube out, was what she thought of his music.

I bought a ticket for LOT DC before the pandemic bc I FINALLY had a job where I had my own money. It was a big deal. When the show finally happened, I was super sick. I ended up needing the heart surgery 6 weeks later. I couldn't stand for more than 5 minutes at a time. but the pure adrenaline of finally seeing him live after waiting 11 years, i stood the entire time somehow. I felt terrible and it was amazing.

he gave me a happy thing when everything around me was a mess and I was literally dying.

So yeah. My primary long term health goal is to be able to get a pit ticket and stand the entire time with a sign about my heart attack.

[beardedmrbean]

A woman in Canada has died after waiting for almost seven hours to receive emergency care at a hospital on New Year’s Eve in what has been described as a “senseless death”.

Allison Holthoff, 37, from the Nova Scotia province, was rushed to an emergency room on the morning of 31 December after her condition worsened from what was initially believed to be an upset stomach.

Her husband, Gunter Holthoff, told CBS news, that she had to be carried on his back to reach the Cumberland Regional Health Care Centre in Nova Scotia’s Amherst town at 11am local time before they spent hours in the waiting room.

“She was obviously in pain,” he said on Sunday, recalling his wife’s excruciating pain and their ordeal. “I was rolling her in the wheelchair and she could hardly sit up.”

Ms Holthoff’s pain worsened as the two waited for more than six hours in the emergency department’s waiting room. They were only able to see a doctor after 6pm in the evening, he said.

By then, the doctor said, it was already too late. She underwent a preliminary examination and the nurse asked for her urine sample.

Ms Holthoff then fell on the bathroom floor as she was not able to stand on her own and required the assistance of two other people to get back onto her wheelchair.

Her condition deteriorated to the point where she was unable to sit in the wheelchair and ended up lying on the floor, he said.

“I told the nurses and the lady at the desk there a couple of times, ‘It is getting worse,’ and nothing happened,” Mr Holthoff said. “So the security guards, in time, they brought a couple blankets out and they brought us a cup of water and I used it to put some ice on her lips.”

As they continued to wait, Ms Holthoff told her husband that she felt she was dying.

“I think that she actually started saying that she thought she was dying in the waiting room outside,” Gunter continued. “She said, ‘I think I’m dying. Don’t let me die here’”.

His wife was then taken to a room with a bed, but no medical equipment. A nurse checked her blood pressure and found it to be alarmingly low.

She then received more urgent care and a doctor came to see her. An X-ray was prepped, but she was unable to breathe.

“The next thing is [her] eyes rolled back in her head and her chest started rising. Something started beeping,” he said. “The next thing you hear is over the PA, ‘code blue, code blue in X-ray.’”

“Even if she would have survived at that point... she had too long a time without sufficient blood flow to the brain and vital organs. It would have been not a life worth living,” he said.

Mr Holthoff said the system is “obviously broken” and “we need change” as “I don’t want anybody else to go through this”.

Elizabeth Smith-McCrossin, a local MLA, wrote a letter to the provincial health minister to demand an “urgent investigation” into the case.

Alexandra Rose, the provincial co-ordinator for the Nova Scotia Health Coalition, said the situation is scary and the province’s healthcare system is in a “dire situation”.

“It’s so scary. And we have to wonder, when is the breaking point? Is this the breaking point now that somebody has passed away? It was a senseless death,” she said.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 6

We’re almost done I promise-

Bear with me here-

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

3 months 13 days before Y/n pass away

Everyone has been meeting up with you. Heck, even Idia showed his physical self with Ortho to show you his anime episodes. 2 months gone, 3 months left

You felt really happy everyone wants to spend time with you, and that they weren’t all sad and just wanted to go all out with the fun before you move on.

Especially Azul. You were so glad he wanted to spend the most time with you.

You were having a harder time trying to remember things, Azul’s notebook was helpful in helping you record down the things you do, especially Trey’s offer that was between you and him only. You were a bit guilty you couldn’t tell Azul what it was, but when the time comes you will.

“What?! WHY???”

Azul and you were playing a simple game of UNO again.

You were happy that he was trying to help you what color is which, but you’re still losing.

“Hmmmm~ Was I really bound to lose you???”

“Well..”

“Oh don’t answer, meanie!”

He snorted.

For some reason, you’ll never forget who you called him. Meanie.

Very simple because he always disses you with no regard while you tease him back.

That nickname will always be stuck with you.

So long as you live

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3 months 7 days before Y/n pass away.

“Azul! Guess what??”

“What?”

“I can go out! With my wheelchair that is!”

You finally get to go out, after weeks of being bound to your bed. It felt like absolutely torture just staying in bed without being able to do anything until someone comes to visit you.

“Want me to push your wheelchair?”

“Well, if you insist!”

“Of course I would.”

“Okay hold on.”

You took a tote bag Vil actually bought, you stuffed it with all the snacks everyone has given you with the octopus plushie Azul won for you all the way back.

You never stopped hugging it when you sleep. It always helped you get better rest ever since your insomnia and depression was getting worse.

“Let’s go, soldier!”

“Don’t yell.”

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“It’s gonna be October soon right? Like, next week?”

“Yes.”

“OOOH I’M SO LUCKY! I get to see the Halloween event on- on-”

“In one more week.”

“Yeah!”

Taking a stroll around the campus like you wanted to, you surprised everyone when you waved at them.

You never thought you missed the campus, classrooms and even the Hall of Mirrors.

“Azul! Octavinelle!”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

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“Ne~! Koebi chan!”

“Hi Floyd!”

Azul watch as Floyd glomp you, Jade smiled as he looked happy about your arrival. 

Azul was trying to be positive although he can clearly see what the presence of death has done to you.

Azul wants to remain positive for you.

Because you wanted him to.

And he loved you.

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2 months 1 day before Y/n pass away

“Sorry I don’t have much to dress in. Grim found me a witch hat and that’s the best he can do. Honestly I don’t expect much, I’m grateful!”

“So am I. And you don’t have to be sorry, you’re fine.”

Your hospital gown didn’t even compliment with your witch hat at all, but Azul thought there was nothing wrong with it.

“I’ll take this octopus along! Hehehe~!” you giggled as you showed him the octopus you held in your hands, pressing in on you cheek.

Met with flying Jack-o- lanterns, balloons, stores and happy visitors, NRC looked more alive then ever, like the time you went to the Rose Kingdom with Azul.

“Wow! You guys did so much for Hallo- Halloo-”

“Halloween, yes,” Azul smiled.

“Wahh! I didn’t say, but I think your mummy outfit is cool! MMM I WISH I COULD WEAR IT!” you swing your legs, jealous that your best friend got to wear something so cool.

“It’s nothing really. I think you look cool too.”

You blushed, and hid your face.

“Hmmmm! You don’t have to lie!”

“I’m not.”

By this point, you were certain your face has gotten redder than Riddle’s hair.

“YOU BIG MEANIE WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME???”

Azul smiled.

He will never get enough of you.

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You spent the whole day at Octavinelle’s venue, eating enjoying Floyd’s antics and seeing how they’re scare house play out. Sometimes you get to take part in the scare since yours eyes move abnormally in different directions and fidget a lot like you’re about to come alive from the dead, just being wrapped in toilet paper in your night gown.

You had so much fun, you wish you could stay like this forever. Forever hanging out with Azul and everyone else on Halloween.

But Trey’s request has been stuck on your mind, as the death approach nearer and nearer. You have to make up your mind.

Because without it, Azul will never know how you truly feel.

But for now,

“Y/n! Come on, we’re gonna do the big celebration!”

Azul took ahold of you wheelchair handle and bent down.

“Come on, let’s go.”

You laughing with Azul as you zoomed passed everyone to the grand finale.

You want to have as much fun now.

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[sokkabeifong]

Can you write some tokka angst 🙏

ofc I can anon and IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE but better late than never I guess. this is set in modern times because modern times are fun to write for tokka okay? a bit longer than usual but the more angst the better am I right

Toph had promised Sokka that she’d go to the hospital when it happened, so that’s exactly what she’d done. She hadn’t promised that she’d actually get anyone’s attention. Or check in. Or ask for help.

Although… the contractions were getting more insistent, and she doubted the medical staff would leave her alone if she stripped off the stupid maternity pants and just squatted down right there on the lobby floor.

With a heavy sigh, she waddled her way over to the nearest front desk. Spirits, she hadn’t been in a hospital in years. She wasn’t even sure what the different branches and buildings and desks were all for. But there was no way that she was giving birth at home. Katara was in medical school, sure, but she wasn’t done. And Toph wasn’t about to risk her life and her child’s life for a “practice trial.”

Still, there was something unnerving about the hospital, with its stuffy feeling and too-squeaky floor. It feels clean, clean in a way that you can just sense. She didn’t need sight to tell her just how antibacterial this place was.

A pinging, traitorous part of her wishes that someone was here with her, that she didn’t have to do this alone. But it was her own stupid pride that had taken a cab all alone in a Wednesday night, and the only person she truly wanted present was somewhere she could never get him back from. She’d promised him before he died that she would go to the hospital if she felt even the slightest change. He wanted her to be safe, he said.

And now, of course, Sokka was dead and gone while she was here, swollen belly stretching out her sweater and maternity pants. As much of an annoyance as labor would be, getting the thing out of her was going to be a blessing. She’d spent too long unbalanced and vulnerable to attack.

“Can I help you?”

Toph was broken out of her musings by the question from someone sitting at the closest desk. She turned her head to where she hoped the person, a woman by the sound of it, would be.

“I hope so,” she smiled, falling back into a generic cover ID face. “I should probably see a doctor.”

“All right,” said the woman. She heard the clicking of nails on a keyboard, then something sliding across the desk. “Why don’t you take one of these forms, fill it out, and bring it back here?”

“Can’t ,” she said shortly. “I’m blind.”

“No worries.” The woman clicked her pen open like she had blind pregnant ladies come into the ER every day. Who knew - maybe she did. “I’ll ask you the questions and you answer, okay?”

“Okay.” Toph winced as another contraction hit her. At least the protruding baby bump gave her something to lean against. She made sure to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth as the woman began questioning her, just as Katara had instructed her to do. I��m a few hours, the whole thing would be over and then - she bit her lip and redirected her thoughts.

She wished Sokka was -

She redirected that thought, too.

“Reason for your visit?” the woman asked, yapping the pen against the clipboard.

Toph waited a moment before she turned around yet again, because she was in the middle of another contraction and couldn’t decide whether she’d rather scream or just go ahead and kill the lady.

“My contractions are about eight minutes apart,” she said.

The lady blinked once and then repeated, “They’re eight minutes apart from each other? So you’re in labor. Are you in active labor?”

Toph smiled sweetly. “Are you asking me to stick my fingers down and see whether or not I’m dilated to seven centimeters?”

To the woman's credit, the crudity didn't seem to faze her, and she plowed ahead with, “Ma’am, this is the ER. We’re not equipped for a birth. I’ll call you a wheelchair immediately, and we’ll get you up to Labor and Delivery. Trust me, it’ll be faster than checking in here and waiting for a transfer.”

“Where’s Labor and Delivery?”

“Fourth floor, and I -”

“I’ll just walk over there. It’s fine.”

“Ma’am, I really must insist. You’ve technically checked in—” she waved the yellow paper “—and you’re our responsibility now.”

Toph leaned heavily against the counter and deftly snatched the page out of the woman’s hand. At least her coordination was still functional.

“There. Now I didn’t check in, and I’m my own problem.”

“Ma’am, please. You’re in no condition to go wandering the hospital, whether you take that against your pregnancy or your eyesight. Let me just call someone to wheel you over.”

Luckily for the woman, another contraction rendered her unable to give a snappy retort. She waited for it to pass, quietly, quickly, then faced the lady once more.

“Fine,” she said tightly. “Fine. Fine.”

“Thank you,” the lady said, obviously relieved. Apparently she did not deal with stubborn blind pregnant women on the daily.

By the time she had been put in a wheelchair and taken through the long halls and winding corridors to Labor and Delivery, Toph had managed to calm herself down. Not because the situation was in any way calming, but because she’d stressed her body and mind out enough that she’d fallen into full-blown mission mode.

Which was fine. It’d probably be easier to give birth with that attitude.

“Well, you seem pretty together, Toph,” the nurse gushed as she checked in yet again at the front desk. “We’ll get you back as soon as possible. For now, if you can just take a seat in one of those chairs, and listen for your name.”

Toph let her real self fade into the background, giving over control to the five other women sitting in the waiting room, and promptly closed her eyes. If she was going to be in pain, she might as well rest while she could.

-

The calm blind girl out in the lobby was already a topic of discussion.

It wasn’t completely unheard of for someone to come in alone. Life was weird and sometimes people gave birth without anyone they knew to help them through the experience. But this girl? The calm young girl with ebony in her hair and in her eyes wasn’t any of the typical stories. She was clean and put together. She was calm and young and looked like the kind of person who would have a dozen friends by her side, even if the father of the child was no longer in the picture.

And yet, there she sat. First in the waiting room and then in her hospital room.

Alone.

Moreover, Miss Toph Beifong had claimed on her paperwork that her contractions were now five minutes apart. However, she was sitting too calmly for that. In fact, the nurse had sat with phone in hand and timed out more than ten minutes, and the girl hadn’t moved once. She’d sat there calmly. No wincing, no cursing, no crying.

It wasn’t until the nurse pulled the woman back and got down to take a look that anyone believe the claim at all.

"Shit,” the nurse murmured.

The doctor startled and glanced up to see if Toph had been offended by the curse. Fortunately, the girl seemed more concerned with how many fingers she had, and didn’t seem to have heard.

“What?” the doctormurmured, more quietly.

“Her cervix is nine centimeters,” the nurse answered.

“Shit,” the doctor echoed.

-

By the end of it all, Toph had decided she did not like labor. She’d made that decision before she began crowning, and nothing that followed did anything to change that. While she had experienced worse pain in her life, she had never experienced that kind of pain.

She had once spent four straight hours being absolutely crushed by a girl at the gym and, at the peak of labor, she was pretty sure she’d trade out that experience for her current one.

Nevertheless, she didn’t scream. She screwed up her eyes and doubled her body up and flexed her fingers. Tears leaked from her eyes from the sheer stress of it all. But her lips remained tightly closed. The skin around them grew white from where she bit them between her teeth, and the nurses were afraid she’d draw blood.

One well-intentioned nurse had advised that she just give in and cry out.

Toph had rolled her eyes, widened her legs, and pushed again.

In the end, nature was inevitable. Toph had always had someone to remind her to take good care of her body, so the whole experience was over in a few hours. She collapsed back against the wet bedding. There was sweat and blood and who-knew-what all over her, and she’d probably never feel clean again.

There was screaming in the background, and her eyes finally focused on the small infant being washed by the hospital staff.

Then her view was cut off by the ring of congratulating nurses.

“It’s a beautiful girl. Do you have the name ready for her?”

“Call it Toph, for all I fucking care,” Toph murmured, too quietly for anyone to make out. She turned over on her side, away from the child, and shut her eyes tight.

-

Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning in her sleep, Toph was awoken by the small mewing sound coming from her bedside. She sighed. She’d tried to have the baby whisked away to some far-off nursery where she wouldn’t have to ignore its presence, but apparently the hospital didn’t “do that anymore.”

Spirits, she felt so empty. Tired and empty and drained.

Deciding she could avoid it no further, Toph feels her way to the other side of the bed. The hospital is quiet, and she can’t even guess what time it is. Probably late at night. She waddled over to the bassinet, and the mewing became a full-fledged scream.

She jumped. The baby continued screaming, but less so, as if it hadn’t realized anyone was there. She found herself reaching down, feeling the child, the blankets, so afraid she would drop it or break it or… worse. For a moment she hesitated.

This is your baby, she thinks. You’re allowed to pick it up. It’s yours. And his. You can pick it up.

Her. She could almost hear Sokka’s voice echo through the room, reminding her that their child wasn’t an it. The thought made her smile.

Slowly, carefully, as though her life depended on it, Toph lowered her arms around the tiny, tiny baby and lifted her up. The baby stopped bawling and snuggled against her mother’s chest.

“Hello,” she said stupidly, like the kid could respond. But her mouth kept moving. “Um. Uh, my name’s Toph. I’m your - Spirits, I guess I’m your mom now, huh?”

The baby gurgled, her lips curled like she might cry again. Toph hurried to keep talking.

“Oh, God, um. What else, what else… uh, you have a bunch of aunts and uncles,” she said. “They’re all gonna help raise you. They’re annoying sometimes, but they mean well. You’re our first baby, you know.”

Our. The word made Toph close her eyes for a second. Try as she might, there would be no more “our.” There was only “she.” The “our” in her partnership was long gone. How was she supposed to tell her child that?

She decided to start with the basics.

“Your daddy was so brave,” she whispered. It hurt to talk about Sokka in the past tense, but she kept going. “He was so, so strong and brave and I just know he would have loved to meet you. He already loved you, you know. He wanted to meet you so bad, kid. He just never got the chance.”

The baby blinked, her eyelids heavy like hearing about the father she would never meet was too much for one night. Toph wholeheartedly agreed and set her down in the bassinet once more, making sure she was secure before plodding back to her own bed and face-planting on the blankets.

The nurse had told her the baby’s eyes were blue. She let that thought sink into her heart before drifting off to sleep.

[happyvoidharmony]

Odd

@bearandbirdfan I finally got your request ! Sorry for taking so much time, I hope you enjoy it !

Request : Laxus listening to Mira’s heartbeat and Mira talking about when August pierced her heart.

It was odd.

They didn’t get the chance to hang out very often. She spent most of her time at the guild hall, serving drinks, organizing things and whatever she was supposed to do there. Especially taking care of the master too.

The old man was not getting any younger as the months passed by and was finding himself more and more in need of an another person for tasks he simply didn’t have the energy to do anymore, considering he spent a lot of his time in a wheelchair it had become rather natural to need someone to take a little care of him.

Nothing too much, he was still very capable to handle himself in well… intimate parts of his life. He didn’t anyone to bathe him or such things that old people needed. Just someone to keep his house livable, accompany him home and sometimes bring something to eat when he hadn’t already eaten at the hall. When he usually got back with very different people, give that most mages found the idea of having a private conversation with him rather appealing, especially as S-class trials approached, the other tasks usually fell on Mirajane, sometimes Lisanna, but only when Mira found herself too busy to do it herself.

And it was fine, they had found quite a balance. She usually just brought something she had cooked during the day and tidied up while asking for his orders on guild matters. Everything kind of found its place, and everyone seemed quite content with it.

He didn’t have more free time. He spent lots of it on jobs, mostly with his team but sometimes taking a quick solo mission as the Thunder Legion rested between two. And, training of course.

Which is why they didn’t hang out very often. That didn’t mean they didn’t see a lot of each other though. Because they did. A lot. One night every time he got into town for the very least. And as months passed by, they were finding it even harder to spend a night other than in the same bed while he was there. But they rarely hung out because they mostly slept, and screw, a lot, and snuggled (even if he had trouble admitting it) talking about their days or just listening to music when nothing was new.

She usually came back late from the hall or the master’s place. And he spent as much time training, hanging out with the Thunder Legion or organizing his next mission. So, it was rare when their schedules both synced up and they found themselves at the same time free for the evening.

Surprisingly, they found themselves doing nothing during those times. One would have thought they would take the chance to go on a date, but they usually just spent the entire evening at his place without anything planned. Mostly because their sort of relationship wasn’t public yet, only a few knew about it like Erza, Lisanna, Elfman, the Thunder Legion and of course, the master, with very diverse opinions on it.

So they didn’t go anywhere because running across someone from the guild was just something they both silently agreed they didn’t want to do, because that meant the entire guild would probably know about them a few hours later if you had the chance to walk across someone blabby and just no, they couldn’t have that.

They never really went on a date truly speaking. Dates were for people that wanted to get to know each other better, and they often felt like they knew too much of each other. Even if sometimes they both felt they didn’t at all. Besides, other towns were just too far and travelling would take the evening away, especially when one party had a really hard time with trains. They just stayed at his place, hung out, screwed a lot, and talked about things they usually didn’t. Like feelings (about everything but each other, way too early for that), but they mostly liked themselves just being. Which was very odd because they were both way too active for that. Mirajane couldn’t spend an afternoon off without cooking or working on her songwriting while Laxus didn’t have afternoons off because he filled them up with training.

That’s how they found each other at his place that one night after ten months of seeing each other between his jobs and her busy schedule at the hall, talking on his couch as her legs lazily laid on his lap while they were both eating what she had just cooked after some amount of time screwing up on that exact same couch. She was wearing one of his t-shirts while he had just slipped a pair of sweatpants, and they were just talking, or at least they were before silence fell through, but it was fine, they were just being anyway.

“Dragon ?” She finally said while rolling a mouthful of spaghetti around her fork.

She only got a weird grumble in response to which she lightly chuckled.

“Have you ever thought about dying ?”

He blinked a little before swallowing his mouthful with difficulty and taking a sip of the beer that rested on the coffee table.

“the old man getting that unbearable, huh ?” He just smirked as she only raised an eyebrow that disappeared through her bangs, still a bit sweaty he noticed.

“I’m serious.”

He put down his plate as it was now empty and looked at her again after she did the same. She only stared at him, her bright blue eyes piercing his without any awkwardness while he settled back, bringing her legs against him and stroking them slightly.

Typical demon, tackling the real big questions like it was her usual Tuesday.

“Well, yeah, a little.” He only shrugged. “Like everyone else, I think.”

“Some people never think about it.”

“Well, I’m not everyone.”

“Of course not, dragon.” She giggled. “But that’s not answering the question.”

He only grumbled and looked at her like he didn’t like when she was talking to him like that. Which, of course, he did.

“I mean, I’ve already seen you almost dying on a hospital bed, didn’t that make you think ?”

Of course it did, how could it not ? He just didn’t like talking about it.

He sighed and brought back her legs against him before sliding to lie on top of her. She just giggled as she laid down too and slid her fingers into his hair before landing a quick kiss on the top of his head.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “I guess I just tried to avoid it”.

She hummed, she was going to fall asleep, he could tell by the way her breath was getting deeper and jolted as she was trying to keep herself awake.

“Have you ever thought about dying ?” He asked then with a frown.

“Sure.”

He frowned even more as he settled against her breasts, way too comfortable to be true, but loud as his ears were now trying to avoid getting completely drown into her heart’s beating. Sometimes, being a dragon slayer had his inconveniences. Not that he couldn’t stand to hear that, he just wished he didn’t have to concentrate that much to listen to whatever she was saying.

“…I mean, sure, my parents died a long time ago but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have to go through adolescence. Quite the opposite really.”

Shit, he really had no idea of what she was talking about now.

“What do you think ?” She asked then, completely oblivious to the fact that he hadn’t followed her reasoning at all.

He just grumbled. Hopefully, that would do the trick.

She just giggled and he clearly felt it as the hiccups shook her chest.

“Sure, when Lisanna died, I thought about jumping off a bridge, but… you know, my sister had just died so it was quite normal.”

He blinked, not remembering she couldn’t see his eyes at all and therefore wouldn’t be able to answer his puzzledness. He clearly heard her heart racing though as she said that. Apparently not as laid back about it as she was trying to seem.

He lifted his head up then, staring at her with a slight frown and a smirk. She just giggled even more at his cuteness and pushed the golden locks out of his face before planting a long kiss on his lips. He laid against her again and slid his right hand under the t-shirt, stroking the naked skin hidden by the fabric. She just shivered and seemed to relax again.

“Didn’t you almost die against one of the spriggans back then ?” He suddenly inquired as the idea passed his mind.

She tensed. He could also hear her heartbeat getting quicker again.

“Yeah, that was kind of traumatic.” She just giggled while kissing his hair again, probably trying to distract him, as if he would let her (he did, a lot, but the point was not tonight).

“What happened ?” He didn’t let go. “Lisanna said you got shot in the chest, but that seems unlikely.”

She sighed, her heart getting into some very weird tempo as she tried to speak.

“Why ?”

“Well, for starters you wouldn’t be able to be here now if you had.” He paused, listening to the race that was happening right below his ear. “Except if you’re actually dead right now and this is just me imagining you or something.”

She frowned.

“What, you mean like a ghost ?”

“Like in that weird movie with the kid when you learn the adult was a ghost since the beginning.”

She just frowned a lot. Her heart calming as he spoke.

“Do you have a lot of sex with ghosts ?”

“Well, I didn’t know you were one until now.”

She giggled.

“I guess I should stop seeing other ghosts now that you’re one.”

He went up in pain as the palm of her hand abruptly struck his head. But laid down again when he saw her still grinning. She felt calmer under his head now. Then, it raced again.

“It didn’t really hurt.” She just said and paused but went on as he was clearly not planning on replying. “I think it hurt on the moment but then I didn’t feel anything at all.”

He only rearranged his position and tried to find an adequate response as he could feel her heart getting so quick while she waited for his reaction.

“I didn’t see anything.” She paused. “People say you’re supposed to see your life flashing before your eyes but everything was just so dark. I still have a scar though.”

It wasn’t losing his rhythm as he tried to speak but she beat him to it.

“I guess, I was just disappointed to be alone, you know.”

He grumbled, losing his answer because her heart was taking too much of his hearing for him to concentrate. What time was it again ?

“I kind of regretted sending Lisanna away.” She finally said while the beating went slower. “But then, I just thought that if she had been here, she would have probably been dead too.”

“Maybe she could have helped you not getting killed.” He suddenly said, getting into some dangerous territory he knew.

“Maybe.” She simply replied.

He didn’t know if he had just said the wrong thing, but her heart beating seemed to finally calm down. And then it was just silent for a while. It was odd just them being, her snoozing lightly as he stroked her skin. It was too damn rare he thought. But then, he just came to the idea that doing more often would take all the fun out of it, and he didn’t like getting bored at all and neither did she for that matter. Things were fine as they were. Well, maybe not all of them, but then, who cared ?

“I guess, at the end, I just regretted not kicking your ass when I could.”

And he just laughed.

[exodusmc]

Insider 01

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 1583

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun  x  Reader

Side character/s: Exo

Warning!: Talk about death and pain, nightmares, mentions of needles, panic, 

a/n: Oh oh oh, here it is, Insider! :)

Gif is not mine 

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White….everything was white and numb. You couldn't feel a thing, it was like you were floating inside light itself. Did you die? Had you finally spent all your time?...You didn't think so, not when blood would be all over your hands, their blood, the lives you took.

Your nightmare looked different now, you still felt your mother’s wind, you still cried, but her face was clearer and after the longs time in your life were soldiers dressed in black walking in. Their arms was neatly decorated with red but it wasn't humans which came, it was demons with their guns raised at you, a child crying for her mother. After that was their nothing again, just pain, pain and pain. You remember being so scared, you remember not knowing what was happening, and you don't remember anything more. It was just murder and more murder, kill, kill them all had they whispered like snakes in your ears. Everything was a lie and you died every time they said the words unnatural. You were already gone.

-

When Baekhyun opened his eyes was there at first black dots all over the white ceiling but they soon disappeared and brought back the feeling in his arms. Panic slowly rose in his bones, memories of his imprisonment and the test came to the surface. The machine to his right started to beep louder as his heart picked up its rhythm. Everything morphed back into the test cell, every wall became darker and he could only see the glass as the glowing green liquid was pushed into his body. Breathing harder, he tried to sit up, feeling all his blood rush down to his toes. Baekhyun would faint soon and he couldn't do anything, he had to get away, he would die if he stayed. A woman came in, dressed in a white coat and a blue mask over her face. She was one of them, she was going to hurt him. 

“N-n...N-no!”he crawled back, shaking as his hands went to his own throat. He couldn't breathe, why can't he breathe?

“It’s okay! Calm down!”she rushed to him, grabbing his arm when he tried to punch her. She was going to stick more needles in him, he couldn't let her do that! 

The woman glanced to the heart monitor, seeing the green line spike every second. She tired to calm him down, tired to get his hands away from his neck, but she couldn't. Baekhyun almost strangled himself. It was only when Yixing was rolled in with a wheelchair he stopped pressing. 

“Good morning Baekhyun, slept well?”the doctor’s voice was hoarse but he still wore a smile. 

Baekhyun managed to focus his eyes on the scar right above Yixing’s eyebrow, letting his hands fall down onto his blanket covered lap. Everything which happened before he passed out came back, the running, the shooting, the smell of blood, the explosion...and you. Where are you and where is he?

“I can imagine you are a little confused to where we are…”Yixing coughed, grabbing his chest before sitting up straight again. The woman was careful when she walked back to him. 

A wary gaze met her hands as they reached for his shoulders, which he realized hurt. She started to glow, a soft white and green light. It made him feel better, like every muscle in his body relaxed.

“I can imagine so too…”Baekhyun glanced at the opening, seeing a man standing there. His face was both sharp and round, hair dipping in a round circle around his forehead. Over his shirt was a dragon like charm hanging”..Right now are you in our intensive care section...My name is Junmyeon and I’m one of the leaders...Welcome to the rebels Baekhyun.”

-

Baekhyun stared at the wall, grey concrete climbing up and forming an almost identical corridor to the one at the hospital. Yixing moved his wheelchair himself, conversing with Junmyeon lowly as the three of them walked. He still didn't feel safe but he was out now, he wasn't locked in the box.

Swallowing, Baekhyun exhaled. Junmyeon had told him about how they found you, Yixing and himself, how they took you back as fast as they could. Thanks to the rebels you guys are still alive...or are you? Baekhyun wondered about you and where you were but why should he care? You tried to kill him and that’s all he knows regarding you. 

“Jun Jun bun bun!”a large man came running, his hair an electric blue while one of his eyes a vibrant red. His clothes weren't anything special but they were whole.”Who are they?”

“Good day Chanyeol..This is Yixing and Baekhyun…”there was a smile on Junmyeon’s face,  something which made his cheeks look soft. “They are out latest recruits..”

“Oh...Well we are happy to have you on our team!”Chanyeol had a curious gleam in his eyes, clearly showing how he wanted to ask more questions but opted for keeping quiet. 

Baekhyun remembered how he once thought he wanted to be a part of the rebels, to fight for what was their rights, but now..so much had happened and he felt useless, scared. It seemed like he could never get away the anxiety the hospital left. Yixing glanced at him, trailing his eyes up to the paler face of Baekhyun. He had a few scratches left but seemed to be in good physical shape...but mentally…

Suddenly did something start buzzing in Junmyeon’s pocket, a device with a few buttons. With a simple press on it did a voice come through. Baekhyun remember seeing something similar once...It was in the hand of  a soldier, they used walkie talkies to communicate over large areas.  

“Yes?”on the other side was there a scream, freezing Baekhyun. It was female, pleading for help, but he could only see a woman screaming as she was forced on the ground, dying.”What’s happening?! Hello, answer!”

Chanyeol was already running, his hair sticking out against the grey. Yixing pushed his wheelchair forward, moving as fast as he could. Panic rose in his chest because he heard something which Baekhyun didn't...She is awake!

“Come on Baekhyun!” Junmyeon’s voice brought him back, made him realize he weren't in the hospital canteen, he didn't see her die.”Move!”

“Stand back!”rounding the last corner, Yixing managed to catch up with Chanyeol, but he had a raised gun, his eyes held no mischief.”I said stand back!”

The hospital room was chaos, beeding laying over the floor and machines was screaming. Someone was crying, their sobbs sounding choked from the corner, but it was maybe justified when the girl had a scalpel pressed against her jugular. 

Chanyeol raised the gun higher, taking a threatening stand so he could push forward. On the inside was he fuming..because why did they take in someone who was out to kill them? Why risk so many for an ex-soldier who clearly stood on the other side.

“Y/n..It’s okay...put the knife down, please?” your cold eyes landed on Yixing, watching as he rolled in to lay a hand on Chanyeol’s, calming the taller. “We are safe here..”

You glared at him, wondering if he realized that he may be safe but you weren't because you weren't like them, suddenly an outsider on the enemy's ground. The nurse who had tried to touch you cried a little louder, annoying you to no end. She had been pleading none stop, her voice feeling like a scratch on the blackboard. You let go of her, pushing her so she fell to her knees before crawling away. The stare of you had with the giant never simmered down, no both of you still threw daggers at the other. 

“Drop the knife.”he growled lowly, puffing his chest to intimidate, but he didn't know what you had done before, who you had fought and won over. 

“Calm down both of you!”Junmyeon marched into the room, Baekhyun right on his tail. He was angry, pissed, but knew better than to scream.”We are not here to fight…”

“She could have hurt Mina!”Chanyeol turned to his leader, upset at him for not understanding. 

Your eyes moved between everyone, glaring, none trusting. Standing there, you suddenly realized that you no longer had an ally, because everyone had become your enemy when you helped Yixing and Baekhyun. 

“I know Chanyeol, so back down and leave before You hurt anyone…”the named man looked baffled for a second before he left in a storm of heating air.”..I’m sorry for him..but he doesn't really mean it, it’s just his life hasn't been the easiest.”

“We understand that, right Y/n?”Yixing watched you with eyes which said you should agree but you didn't want to...feeling so defeated when you nodded.

“Good...well it’s nice to meet you, my name is Junmyeon, welcome to the rebels..”it felt surreal when he spoke. You had spent your life killing people like them, brought them to research facilities..and now where you standing right in their hiding place.

Staring at Junmyeon, the supposed leader of the whole ordeal, you realized you had seen him before. The hair and lips which arched. It was the soldier you saw a time which seemed so far away, the soldier Yixing had stopped you from following. He knew..he knew all the time.

Tags: @shesdreaminginoverdose​

[hel-of-niflheim]

Yesterday was Raining

Today is January 5, 2020.

The sky finally warmed up from the heavy rain that fell since the start of the year.

Evelyn could feel the soft rays of the sun in the early morning.

Today is also the last day that she would stare at nothing and mumble randomness to her favorite pot plant that she has been taking care of for a golden number of years.

Before closing the white curtains of their worn-up window, she first inhaled the cool blows of the northeast only for her nostrils to be filled with the bittersweet aroma of the black coffee that she was heating.

Evelyn hurried to the kitchen and clumsily poured the coffee in two mugs,

staining the white lacy mantle.

“Ay putangina!” she said while wiping the brown color of the fabric as if it would instantly undo the tinge, but it only smeared more and burned her a little.

She earned a small chuckle from the old man sitting on a wheelchair at the table. “Almost 70 years and you still move with no grace,” his hoarse voice struggled to pitch higher. He has always been the silent man, especially up to now.

Evelyn did not respond and instead rolled her eyes. She held the mug, blew on it passionately, and put it on Laury’s lips. The old man then slowly sip, careful not to burn his mouth like what his wife did to her fingers.

Hmmm… Evelyn always makes good coffee. He remembered how she offered him one while waiting for the sun to rise during the day when he was still working for her family’s house. The coffee was the best thing he had tried. Its sugar did not take away the morning ache, but it added excitement from wanting to taste things other than bitterness. It tasted like an eternal chase for sunrise. Long after he finished the drink did he only took the liberty to glance at Evelyn. That was how they met and the house that he was making back then was theirs now.

“After never-ending years, we can think of nothing other than ourselves now,” Laury started.

Today is the first day that they would live in their house alone.

They already bid goodbye to their youngest daughter who was picked up by

her conveniently rich white husband yesterday.

And Evelyn knew what Laury meant by that. A trip. A trip that he had always asked her even from when their children just reached legality. But it never really happened. She promised to take him to the park yesterday, but the weather wasn’t so nice.

Now, nothing would hold them back.

She hardly felt at peace.

“You’re free as a bird, but not as healthy as a stallion.”

“You are the stallion—a clumsy one, I must say.”

“I’m not a stallion and I’m not your caregiver,” she said with an overdue weariness etched on her face.

“But you’re my wife,” he simply said.

“We, unfortunately, did not decide on that,” and the enthusiasm died.

It was true.

She was the only one willing about the marriage. Their parents arranged it all and had Laury part with his past lover who was secretly engaged to him.

He had always described his long-lost love as sunshine he would never feel again. His wife might have been adoringly strong like the black beans she always brews, but one can never easily outgrow a spark that was once believed to last forever. So Laury had no choice, then, but to cut strings

and Evelyn had to crawl on their first years as one.

Although she adored him deeply, the rift between them grew upon the ruins of his heart. He was like a sunflower longing to blossom, but it wasn’t she that he sought.

"Eve…”

"Sure, honey. We’ll go on a trip today. But later in the afternoon, we will visit your doctor.”

His frail façade shifted to satisfaction. The last time that he was left alone with only his wife, he still had black hair and dressed in a

stylish action star atmosphere.

After finishing breakfast, Evelyn put bags of clothes inside the car’s trunk. All the credit cards and money from her children were stashed in the compartment. She put Laury on the passenger’s seat, locked all possible doors in the house, and watered her plants generously—knowing that it would be a long time before she does it again.

After seating on the driver’s seat, Laury looked at her amused. “You’ll drive?”

She rolled her eyes and looked at his trembling body “Who else, will you?.”

“You once dreamt of being a racecar driver, Eve,” he said. He was struggling to speak out since aging got to him, “Baka maunahan kita sa

bilis mo magpatakbo.”

The old wife thought of what he said as nonsense and made sure she kept her eyes from rolling. He was the one in a wheelchair, of course, he’d go first.

And so today is an exciting day.

Evelyn and Laury would go on a trip together alone for the first time.

They had fun like in the past and agreed with each other without the influence of Evelyn’s coffee. They looked like they had been in a happily willing marriage all along. Building a safe and sound family for the children did strengthen their relationship. They even realized that their years of companionship weren’t really put to waste.

Today, the old couple got the chance to kindle their marriage.

They walked in a park, but Evelyn boasted that her garden was more flowery. They dined in a restaurant, but Laury insisted that his wife cooks his meal. They both fell asleep in the middle of the mass. Lastly, they longed for their peaceful house because it’s the only place where they were truly alone.

“Eve…” Laury said.

Evelyn went down to him and met his drowsy eyes.

“B-Beautiful.”

Evelyn’s heart swelled. Her eyes twinkled the same as before and even the stars, which were older and floated in an unknown universe, envied them because they had something they never once had—life.

It was the first time her husband called her beautiful and despite the wrinkles and fats all over her face, she felt as if the world stopped to look at her in every step.

His eyes passed hers and looked at her back, “…sunset.”

Oh. He meant that sunset is beautiful.

She stood up and continue to walk, ignoring the angst she felt.

“Okay, honey. It’s time to visit your doctor,” she noticed how his body became much feebler again. The tinge of color from his face a while ago slowly faded to pale cream.

They were about to drive to the hospital when Laury vehemently shook his head.

“S-sunset…” he pleaded, breathing’s hitched.

Laury looked at her knowingly as if waiting for his wife to take the hint.

Ah…

“Yes, love.”

It’s about high time. The day is about to end and she needed to make a big decision.

Now, Evelyn is driving back home.

“Eve…”

“Yes, my love, we’re almost there.”

“Eve…”

There he is with her name again… Always Eve—but never darling, love, or honey.

“Just a few houses to go. Hang in there, we’ll watch the sunset together.”

She glanced at Laury and found him smiling at her, but got shy and pulled away.

Back when their children were still in school, she remembered Laury blabbering about what a day is or something like that. She couldn’t remember exactly, but she never forgot about the sunset part when he said he wanted to romantically watch it together with her someday. Well, they always watch the sunset together from time to time, so it never occurred to her that it would be dramatic like now.

While driving, Evelyn suddenly thought of what his marriage with Laury was like. Although chaotic as it is, they have always been serene together, except that her heart was never put to ease. She made sure that he knew she loved him, but she also made it sure that she partly hated him for

putting thorns around her.

“Eve… L-lo--”

“Yes?”

They were finally back home. Laury fell asleep so his lids heavily drooped over his eyes. Evelyn woke him up until she got no response.

Dumbstruck by the sudden turn of events, it was the first time she felt numb.

“Laury… wake up… I’ll make you a coffee.”

----

This is the day Evelyn and Laury kindled their marriage.

Today is January 5, 2021.

Today is also the day that Laury died.

Evelyn took him inside the house, passing the wilting pot plant that swam in the water.

When they reached the garden where he could see the sunset, she started to weep.

The past sixty years had been spent as a perfect husband and wife, holding empty promises and chasing on so many things but time. He savored his morning dew too long while Evelyn kept on her bitter heart.

It was too late when Laury realized what kind of sunset he really wished to see. He failed to let her know that he had already loved her as his beautiful wife.

Now Evelyn remembered how Laury had begged her to go on a

trip with him yesterday as she caressed his face.

“Pasensiya ka na, ha… Umulan kasi kahapon.”

It was once full of life. His handsomeness was more golden than the rays of the sun that touched him.

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / Epilogue

11 Months Later / New Year’s Eve

“Kira?” Jimin called excitedly and Akira turned away from where she had been talking to her mom and brother to see Jimin jogging up to her. “You have another person who wants to talk to you about buying a piece.”

“Can’t you handle it Jimin?” Akira wondered, her feet already starting to hurt,  both from her heels and how much she had walked around Jin’s gallery even though it had only been an hour since the exhibition had started. “You know my prices.”

“The life of an in-demand artist, huh?” Jimin teased, making her laugh. “I got you though Kira.”

“Thanks Jimin,” she smiled, watching as he walked away from her before turning back to her mom and brother, who were both grinning widely. “What?”

“I’m just so proud of you,” Tonya chuckled. “You’ve been talking about the day where you’d finally have your own solo art exhibition ever since you graduated from art school and now here we are.”

“Well, none of this would be possible if it weren’t for Keem,” Akira said as she looked over at her brother, who was leaning onto his cane. After Akeem spent a few weeks in the hospital recovering, he was discharged and immediately began intensive physical therapy. It took months until he was able to even stand up on his own so he spent the first 8 months of the year in a wheelchair, which meant that he wasn’t able to walk across the stage at his high school graduation but he fully soaked up the attention that came with being wheeled across the stage instead.

“You’re damn right,” Akeem joked, hissing when Tonya smacked him in the back of the head. “If I didn’t need someone to accompany me to therapy, you would’ve never gotten that picture.” While Akeem was in the most grueling part of his physical therapy, Akira would often accompany him just to help out if need be and make sure that he was doing alright. 

One day, during his usual cool down period where he rested from pushing his body to it’s current limits, Akira caught a glimpse of him sitting in his wheelchair and staring out of a window. What amazed her was that that particular session had been really tough for him and yet, he was sitting and smiling as he simply watched squirrels chase each other around. Akira snuck a picture of him and ended up doing a watercolor painting of it which she titled “Black Boy Joy”. She posted it to her social media accounts and it ended up going viral, which subsequently led to the sudden popularity of her art. 

“Admittedly though, I never thought that that painting was gonna blow up the way that it did,” Akeem admitted and Akira nodded in agreement.

“Me either,” She smiled. “But I’m glad that it was that photo out of any of the other ones that I’ve ever done.”

“Don’t get sappy on me,” he groaned, lifting his cane and smacking her leg lightly. 

“Kira!” Akira heard someone shout and when she turned around, she saw Cassie and Hobi pushing their way through the large crowd.

“You made it!” Akira exclaimed, allowing Cassie to gather her up into a tight hug.

“You think us moving to Florida would keep me away from your big night?” Cassie scoffed playfully, making Akira smile gratefully.

“We would’ve been here sooner, but someone took forever getting dressed,” Hobi snickered and Cassie shot him a glare before looking back at Akira. 

“It’s getting hard to style this bump,” Cassie chuckled as she reached down and rubbed her 6-month baby bump. 

“How’s my god daughter doing in there?” Akira wondered as she set her hand on Cassie’s stomach.

“She’s high maintenance already,” Cassie giggled. 

“Just like her mother,” Hobi muttered. 

“You two are just in time though,” Akira announced as she looked up at the clock before Cassie was able to castrate Hobi. “It’s about time for me to give a speech.”

“Oh, we really are on time then,” Cassie giggled, and Akira flicked her arm in response. Just then, Jin clapped his hands loudly. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention please?” He said loudly, waiting until all of the chatter throughout the gallery had died down before continuing on. “My name is Kim Seokjin and I am the founder and owner of the Healing Gallery. As you’re all aware, we’re here tonight to celebrate the first solo exhibition of one of my best friends, Akira Lewis!” The crowd erupted into applause, and Jin waited until they stopped to keep talking. 

“Since this is her first solo exhibition, I’m gonna let her come up here and say what she wants to so Akira?” Jin called and Akira nodded before walking up to the front of the gallery where Jin was, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to face the large crowd.

“Ok, this crowd looks a lot larger from this viewpoint so now I’m nervous,” she admitted, making the crowd chuckle. “But I’m gonna keep this really short and sweet because all of this is still kind of surreal for me and it hasn’t completely set in yet. Firstly, I want to thank my mom Tonya and my brother Akeem, who you all might recognize from the ‘Black Boy Joy’ painting. The two of them have always supported me and my dreams and I’m very grateful to them.”

“You’re welcome!” Akeem called out, making the crowd burst out into laughter. 

“I’d also like to thank my best friends who are all over there in the corner, being embarrassing and recording this entire speech on their phones,” Akira laughed as she motioned her hand over to where Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi, Cassie, Jimin, and Jungkook were standing. “All of them have put up with me fussing about my work at some point or another and they’ve also been there for me whenever I call them so thank you guys as well.”

“We love you Kira!” They all replied, making her smile as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. Akira turned back to face the crowd and she couldn’t help but to notice the front door to the gallery opening as she did so, the sounds of the New Year’s Eve traffic flowing into the gallery momentarily.

“And finally, I’d like to,” Akira started to say but she paused as the stranger who had walked into the gallery took the hood of his jacket off of his head, realizing that it was Taehyung. She gasped softly but quickly regained her composure, putting on a soft smile to the rest of the crowd. “I’d like to thank the person who has been my inspiration for a while now. A lot of these pieces that you see were created thanks to them so I’m also grateful to them. Thank you all for coming out tonight and please, buy lots of pieces!” Akira laughed, making the crowd do the same as they applauded for her. 

“You did great,” Jungkook assured her as she walked over to them, and Akira smiled at him.

“Thanks for lying to me,” she replied.

“No problem,” Jungkook smirked knowingly.

“I’m so proud of you kiddo,” Yoongi whispered, sweeping her up into a hug.

“Thanks Yoongi,” she muttered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “For everything.”

“Me too,” Namjoon spoke up and Akira let go of Yoongi before she stepped over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as well which made him blush intensely.

“Hey pretty girl,” Akira heard and when she turned around, Taehyung was standing right in front of her.

“You came,” she breathed out, and Taehyung smiled softly.

“I couldn’t miss your first solo show,” he chuckled, giving her his signature boxy smile. Just as Akira moved to open her mouth to reply, Jin walked over to her and touched her shoulder softly.

“You have some buyers that want to talk with you,” he told her and Akira nodded her head, even though the last thing that she really wanted to do was step away from Taehyung. “Stay and we’ll talk later?” She said as she looked back to him.

“Of course,” he nodded and she smiled softly before letting Jin lead her away.

.......................

Akira didn’t end up seeing Taehyung again during the rest of her exhibition, because a lot of the guests there took her “buy more pieces” comment very literally. By the end of the show, everyone was heading out to their respective New Year’s Eve plans. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait with you?” Akeem asked Akira as the two of them slid into their jackets. Akira’s mother had gone back to Akira’s place and Akeem was joining Akira and the rest of her friends to pregame before heading to Times Square to see the ball drop.

“Nah, you go ahead with Yoongi,” Akira assured him. “I just have a few things to tie up here and then I’ll meet you guys at Jimin’s.”

“Ok, we’ll be waiting,” he nodded, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the gallery and meeting Yoongi outside. As Akira gathered the last of her things, she noticed Taehyung standing in front of one of her paintings. 

“Hey,” she called out as she walked over to him, making him look over his shoulder at her. “You’re still here?”

“You promised me that talk,” he shrugged and Akira couldn’t help but to laugh. He held his arms open and Akira immediately allowed herself to fall into them, hugging him tightly. “How have you been pretty girl?”

“I’ve been great, great,” she nodded before pulling away from the hug to look at him. “What about you?”

“Pretty good,” he said. “You did great tonight. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, following his gaze that was on a painting of a silhouette that she did. 

“Is this supposed to be me?” Taehyung questioned suddenly as he turned to look at her. 

“Is it that obvious?” Akira giggled.

“I mean, I know myself,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s you,” she admitted.

“Ok, so does that mean I’m the person who’s been ‘inspiring you for a while now’?” He recited and Akira groaned as she nodded her head.

“I must be completely transparent,” She tutted and he shook his head.

“I kind of just put two and two together after seeing this,” he said, motioning to the silhouette painting in front of you two. “Although I’ll admit, I don’t understand how I was your inspiration when we’ve been broken up for almost a year and haven’t seen each other in nearly as long.”

“Well, you know how I stayed in Michigan after you left?” Akira said and Taehyung nodded. “I basically ended up moving back home for about six months to help my mom out with Keem and there was just so much going on, I kind of lost any motivation to paint. It actually kind of freaked me out because I’ve never experienced that.”

“You had a lot going on Kira,” he whispered and Akira smiled softly.

“Yeah well, that feeling lasted until I moved back to New York and I saw the picture of you that I had used for reference when I did that small canvas that I gave you for Christmas. Something about seeing that picture just...spurred me on and I ended up making this,” she told him, pointing to the painting of him. “It was the first time that I really took the time to think about our relationship and reflect, which is why it’s just a silhouette of you.”

“Wow,” Taehyung huffed. “The shadow of what used to be there.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, knowing that he’d understand what she meant. “But I thanked you as my inspiration because once I finished this, it’s like the fog that was hanging over my creativity was lifted and I created all of the pieces that were on display tonight afterwards. Even ‘Black Boy Joy;.”

“I’m happy for you Kira,” he replied genuinely and she smiled before looking down at the ground for a few seconds as a silence fell over the two of them. 

“I heard about your uncle,” Akira spoke up suddenly and Taehyung sighed. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Not much of a loss, really,” he chuckled bitterly. 

“I figured as much but I know that it probably felt weird and I’m sorry for not reaching out,” she replied. 

“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” he shrugged. “This is probably gonna sound really bad, but it was kind of the push I needed.”

“What do you mean?” She wondered. 

“After we broke up, I didn’t know how to go about ‘finding myself’ the way that you had suggested so I just threw myself back into working and creating the new line for Vantae,” Taehyung started. “Once uncle Byun passed and I went back to Korea for the funeral, I realized that my uncle had no one at his funeral to tell any funny stories about their time with him, or how he had impacted their lives in a positive way and all I could think about was that...I didn’t want to end up like that.” 

“Taehyung,” Kira whispered, reaching out and touching his arm lightly.

“The day after the funeral, I took an extended leave of absence from Vantae and stayed home with my parents,” Taehyung smiled. “It was kind of weird at first, given the fact that I haven’t lived or spent any extended length of time with my parents since I was 18, but it was great.”

“I know that your mom was happy about that,” Akira smiled and Taehyung nodded his head while laughing.

“Oh, she was over the moon,” he grinned. “Being home for so long forced me to kind of face all of the things that I had been burying concerning my uncle and how he treated me and I ended up having what could be called a little ‘breakdown’.”

“Not surprising,” Akira muttered.

“After that, I decided to go into therapy and Dr. Kwon, that’s her name, she really helped me realize exactly how manipulative my uncle was. Just not of me, but my entire family and how that manipulation has manifested itself into my life,” he explained. 

“That’s amazing Tae,” Akira praised, and Taehyung chuckled in embarrassment. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. Now, I’m back in New York and I just started art school at the beginning of the semester,” he revealed, making Akira gasp loudly.

“Get out of here, you serious?” She questioned with a wide grin and he nodded his head proudly. “What about Vantae?” 

“After a lot of soul searching, I decided to step down as CEO of Vantae back in August,” he said. “I’m still on the board and I’m an investor, but I don’t have to deal with day-to-day logistics and designing anymore.”

“Aw, don’t you miss it?” She wondered. “I know Vantae was your baby.”

“Actually, I don’t,” he admitted. “I love designing and creating but with me starting art school, it just showed me that I was attached to only that aspect of the Vantae and not the business part.”

“That makes sense,” Akira murmured in understanding. 

“Maybe in the future, I’ll start my own company. Something that’s truly mines and something that I can build from the ground up,” he sighed. 

“Wow,” Akira huffed. “You’re so different now.”

“Nah, not really,” he shrugged. “I just sorted through my trauma and dyed my hair back to black.”

“And that makes a lot of difference,” Akira scoffed. “The trauma part, at least.”

“Aw, you don’t like the black?” He questioned with a smirk and Akira rolled her eyes playfully.

“I loved the blue, but I guess you’re still pretty cute like this too,” she joked.

“Pretty cute,” he repeated while shaking his head. “You really know how to cut a man deep Kira.”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, making Taehyung do the same. Once their giggles had died down, she was left with a smile on her face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he replied honestly. 

“What do you have planned for tonight?” She asked him suddenly.

“Nothing, was just gonna hang out at home with Yeontan,” he shrugged.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh yeah, I got a dog,” he laughed. “Forgot that part.”

“First off, I have to meet him,” Akira said seriously and Taehyung nodded his head. “Secondly, come out with us tonight instead.”

“Ah, I don’t know Kira,” he chuckled awkwardly. 

“It’ll be more fun than hanging out with your dog,” she tutted.

“Ok, Yeontan resents that,” Taehyung laughed. 

“Seriously Tae, come with us,” she pleaded. “I want you to.”

“You sure?” He wondered and Akira reached down and grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

“More than sure,” she nodded. 

“Alright,” he grinned, looking down at their hands. She led to the front door of the gallery, turning off all of the lights before dragging Taehyung out into the busy streets of New York, their hands never leaving each others. 

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On an evening where Richie did not have any performances, he was home for the night. He and Eddie hadn’t spent much together in the past few weeks. For most of the evening, Richie spent reflecting on the past. Two years ago, Mike Hanlon brought the Losers back to Derry to defeat the menacing clown once and for all. Once they checked that off the list, Richie didn’t leave Derry alone. 

Eddie was believed to have died after he bravely stepped in to save his friends from the deadlights. Luckily, Richie carried him out only for the man with golden hair to utter his name when they got out of the sewers. Following that, Eddie spent hundreds of hours in the hospital recuperating. 

Eddie’s bones took a while to heal even hindering him to a wheelchair for some time. Richie refused to let him give in to deeming himself as a cripple as his mother did. That woman wanted to put her own son in an assistant living home!

No way in hell did that happen. In fact, something that Richie never expected in his wildest dreams happened. For about a year, he and Eddie dated. It wasn’t like the relationship was out of the blue or anything. These feelings had been manifesting for a long time. And Richie denied the feelings for some time. That must have been why all those four or five marriages and engagements didn’t work out. 

That night, Eddie was working on pottery in the bedroom while Richie flipped through the channels. Nothing entertaining on. That was when he had an idea. 

Hearing music turn on, Eddie concentrated on his project. He started taking pottery lessons as a way to build up the strength in his arm muscles. They suffered the worst from the incident. He never realized how creative he was. He set his art by the window to which people marveled over. Richie also used some of his sculptures as decorations in some of his acts. 

‘Oh, my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch...’

“Hey, Spaghetti-Man,” Richie greeted leaning against the door frame. 

Eddie turned around. He was completely distracted with the way Richie stood in the doorway, his little mustache curving over his mouth as he smiled. He looked so handsome. 

“Hi,” he greeted him, with a sweet smile. 

“What’s up?”

“Making a vase.”

Richie hummed, staring him up and down. Eddie knew that look very well. On the night when they first made love, Richie stared at him just like that, making sure that he felt safe. Feeling his heart racing, that night was the best night Eddie ever had. All those years, waiting, feeling unsure, to have Richie make him a man. It was all so worth it.

Returning his focus back on the pottery which almost collapsed, gliding his hands up and down, somebody sat close behind him. A hand tickled at his side. 

“Hey, you know that tickles!” Eddie giggled, trying to elbow Richie. Richie laughed, watching him create his sculpture for a moment.

Ignoring him, Richie nibbled at his ear, kissing down his neck. Goosebumps erupted on Eddie’s skin making him in delight. The man smoothed his hands across his shoulders and down his arms, feeling the sticky pottery encased on his hands and wrists as they tried to create a piece of pottery together. Richie attempted to make one once. He completely wrecked the house forced the two of them to clean up the mess. 

Losing his focus, Eddie’s entire creation broke down, limp.

“Timber!” Richie belted, holding Eddie around his stomach and pulling him close. He smoothed his hands back down his arms and to his hands again. He loved the feeling of Eddie’s soft hands that were so gentle. 

Eddie turned around, giving him a look. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“Who me?”

“You’re bored, aren’t you?”

Richie smoothed his hands up his boyfriend’s spine. “What makes you say that, Eddie?”

Succumbing to Richie’s game, Eddie turned around and caught Richie’s lips, kissing him. His mustache always tickled his face. Once Richie asked him if he should shave it off. Eddie immediately dispersed the idea. That was Richie’s trademark. 

‘Oh, my love...’

The music surrounded the room, making the moment all the more intimate. As they kissed, Eddie went ahead and unbuttoned Richie’s shirt, letting his clammy hands smooth down the flesh of his back. At first, Richie thought about picking Eddie up and spinning him through the air, but who was he kidding? He wasn’t in his twenties anymore. 

‘Time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much...’

“Hey, you’re getting me filthy,” Richie joked between the kisses which slowly became more heated. Eddie had a strong tongue which surprised him the first time they made out. 

Eddie looked at him, an electric stare that made Richie’s insides skyrocket. Reaching down he grabbed Eddie’s behind making the man jump in surprise but smile even more. His teeth bit at his lips. How was he so cute? “Don’t you like getting dirty?” And he kissed his heart.

“Oh, aren’t you the little demon tonight?” Richie unhooked the man’s suspender straps and whipped his shirt off. Flesh to flesh, the men kissed slowly dancing in the room to the music, continuing to feel each others soft skin. Eddie’s hand descending against his chest, to his stomach, until Richie felt a hand find its way into his pants making him yell out in delight.

Falling into the bed and whipping off their clothing, excited screams echoed throughout the room until Richie collapsed on Eddie’s chest. Gasping to catch his breath, Eddie picked up his boyfriend’s fast so he could look into his swimming eyes. 

‘I need your love, God speed your love to me.’

“You’re growing,” Richie told him. “Just like a heaping bowl of...”

“If you say it, Richie, I’ll knock you off the bed!” Eddie warned him.

For once, Richie kept his mouth shut and they cuddled in their embrace from the rest of the evening.

[theuncommittedwriter]

From now on, alone

From: My hero academia

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

Genre: angst

A/N: Oh wow, first thing and is angst, such a surprise! Lmao I love angst. I hope you'll like it :) please take in consideration that English is not my first language. Be free to do as much corrections as you need! Please enjoy! :)

Summary: Shouto and his s/o met at UA quite years ago, but now, due to a disease, he has to see her losing her life in front of his eyes

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He wondered if he would ever be able to forget the beauty that your sleeping face gathered. No, it was more than beauty. There was something of the peace of your breathing, the length of your eyelashes, the redness of your lips, the little distortion on the form of your face caused by having the cheek pressed on the mattress. You looked angelical on rather common terms. But he was not a believer of God; more likely, he had stopped believing in him after hearing some news from your mouth. Those words together were like hearing the trumpets announcing the day of the final trial to him.

Shouto Todoroki couldn't recall when was the last time he had slept, or at least, the last time he had had an eight hour time of recharging sleep. His mind wouldn't stop screaming and racing all over the place. It seemed like no matter in which direction he looked, there was a little memory with you. Be it the darkest corner of the bedroom, in which you once tried to scare him after watching a thriller movie in a particular rainy night; or the center of the large room, where he had invited you to dance in a playful tone more than every day. In other circumstances, he would affirm with total security that it was a bless to have such large mountain of memories with his beloved one. But at the moment, it felt like it was the plage coming after him.

The man wanted nothing more than to get on his feet and take a large run across the city. And if even after that he couldn't calm his mind, he would take the first train he could catch. It didn't have to matter the destination. He wanted nothing more than to escape, to be a coward and run away from his fears, from the fatality future that he couldn't control nor predict. He had never considered himself someone who wanted to be in charge of everything, but after that night, he felt like if he didn't take control of things, he would go insane. Unfortunately, his racing heart wouldn't allow himself to run. Not now. Not when the light of his nightmares was dying in front of him. He would never forgive himself if he ran.

Lately, his mind has being taking him back to the days he met you, as if it was some sort of punishment. He felt like the worst sinner when he thought that he wouldn't have to go through this if it wasn't because he had fallen so mad in love; with you, and with the idea of life. To him, you were like some kind of deity. Someone destined to suffer at the cost of saving others. Like that, with that cheesy line, was how he would describe your whole existence.

You two met at your first year of UA. However, as long as he was one at the top of the class, you were at the bottom. Not because you were weak, it was because you just put one foot at the UA for the first time at the second half of the second year. Not even one of your classmates knew about your existence until one day Aizawa mentioned you. That same day, a group of kids appeared in your hospital room with friendly smiles. They apologized for not visiting you until the second half of their first year at school.

Your quirk was one life-saver for a lot of people. Being called "cells of divinity", your genetic was holy for everyone but you. One day you may not be able to move your arm at all, two weeks later you may regain your arm, but lost the ability to talk, and so on. Your immune system was a mess, always going against yourself. Doctors had to keep you under intense care for 15 long years, which you all spent hospitalized. At some point around your 7th birthday, your parents stopped coming. Then you started to hear some rumours that they weren't paying for the hospital bed, and then they went missing. Before your 9th birthday, the responsibility for your safety and well being was in charge of the government.

At the cost of all the pills you had had to take, all the therapy you had gone through, there has been at least a million lifes saved. Your blood hated you, but it was made to be used by scientist to create medicines. That's why you'd spend so much time on hospitals, you had been created to be part of so many experiments.

When Todoroki heard for the first time this history, he had mixed feelings. He thought that you were nothing less than a hero, and that's why they admitted you on UA even though you couldn't fight. But at the same time, he thought that it was a really cruel destiny. He put himself on the position of being cursed by blood, something he had experienced in his own shoes, and felt like it was a big injustice to you. One night that his group of friend reunited in your hospital room, he confessed his thoughts about your life. After that, you two growth closer.

His stomach can't do anything else than to twitch in sorrow just from remembering all the nights you two had cried together, how many times he had had to hand-feed you because your arms wouldn't move on inch, how many times he had carry you on a wheelchair, just because your genetic decided that they wouldn't active your legs' nerves. How happy you looked the first time in years you had gone out of the hospital, even if it only longed three days. How happy you seemed to be the first time you took an actual exam with everyone in that UA classroom. Todoroki was completely and absolutely love-struck with the idea of you being happy and smiling, you being able to liberate yourself from the chains of your own genetic at going out of hospitals. He was utterly lost on all the comforts words you had given him throughout the years. He still couldn't say when was the exact time he had fallen so madly in love, but he was sure he couldn't stan a world without you.

Life only seemed to take him as a joke, because there you two were. He had let you sleep for more tha usual, even thought it was late on the afternoon. You were supposed to take a brief nap after being awake with him the whole night, crying and professing love words to each other. It has been like that for the past two weeks, since the day you gave him the fatal news. He almost lost conscious the moment he heard you saying that you were dying and there was no cure. He was mad at the time, mad because your quirk was supposed to save lives but it couldn't save yours. Right now, he couldn't feel anything but fear. Today was your last day. The day you told him, you had been really sick, he thought you would only dedrage from there, almost unable to talk on the last day. That way, it would have been less painful. But no, the destiny decided to give you vitality on your last times. The last week you had been more active than ever, even if you didn't go out, he had skipped work just to watch you wander around the shared apartment, singing, dancing, telling jokes, almost unaware of the fact that you were about to die. He tried his best to atone with you, but as stated previously, he can't remember the last time he had slept well.

Shouto was lost on thoughts, and it felt like an ice bucket being thrown on his face when he heard you giggling. There you were, his little angel, watching him from some centimeters apart. At the sight of your puffy eyes observing him, his heart pondered hard on his chest. He then held your hand. In your eyes, he was clearly dying of fear.

He intertwined your fingers, and his mind got him to thinking into your fragile form. How years and years of drugs on your body have made it be so tiny in comparison to his, how insecure you've felt the first time you two have had intimacy. Along with the years, Shouto stopped thinking that your quirk was one of a hero, and thought of it as a curse. You had nothing you could do to change your fate, and that was driving him crazy.

—Shouto —you called softly. In that instant, Shouto interpreted that as the worst case scenario, but then seeing you wear a smile made him let his breath out, which he doesn't know when he started containing—, you're spacing out.

—Sorry... —he mumbled, even softer than you. He then reached for your body with both hands, embracing you in a much needed hug, trying not to think about it as the last one. You answered nothing. Instead, tried to calm him down by tracing his column with your finger tips and massaging his hair softly. When you felt he had relaxed a bit, you tried to make a bit of space between both of you, you wanted to see his face. He didn't let you do so, he was too focused on carving your scent in his soul.

You sighed internally. You knew this was hard, and it probably was harder for him; but you had some things you wanted to prepare before reaching the final end. Some things for him.

It wasn't like you weren't afraid of dying. You had been, but not anymore. You had seen so many people dying, you had met so many people that has died, and you yourself knowing the nature of your quirk. At some point of your adolescence, you got to understand that death was something you should walk side by side, till the day she decided it was time to go.

What you didn't expect, was to fall in love. It wasn't in your plan to fall in love with a guy disposed to hold your hand even when you couldn't feel it. You didn't plan to be mad in love with someone who would not even change his expression one bit if you told him you couldn't move one inch and you had probably shit yourself, and instead tell you that it was nothing to be shy about and call a nurse. You didn't plan to fall in love with someone who had a radically different life from yours, but still shared the tears of your demons. It was out of the clue, but there you were, preparing your last note to your beloved one.

—Honey... —you tried calling again, in a low voice. You didn't intend to be cruel with him, but you didn't know how much time you had left. Even so, you were afraid of the numbness on your feet and the new cool feeling on your back.

Shouto tried to collect himself, as he had been trying for the past weeks, for you. He moved a bit back and looked his eyes on yours. He was at loss of words, his mind couldn't stop tormenting him with memories, instead of trying to appreciate those last times with you: —Sorry... —he then whispered.

—It's ok —you smiled, but weakly— there are still some things I want to prepare. Would you mind? —You knew you were probably being the worst girlfriend of the world, but you didn't dispose of its time to waste.

He minded. He seriously did, but he couldn't keep himself together to protest. He let you go, watching attentively how you vividly put your slippers on and walked to the loving room. After some seconds, he followed after you. Something at the back of his mind was yelling at him that he was being a bit over dramatic, but he couldn't help his heavy heart.

The living room of the apartment was linked to the kitchen, and there you were, preparing your favourite beverage; something to stimulate your mind to finish up al the letters you were writing to your friends, you would say to Shouto. In fact, you were writing just one final letter, one you planned to read to Shouto at the last moment. You were almost finished, the only thing that was missing was the confession of love, the most important part, you used to think.

Shouto sited uncomfortably on the couch, right next to one reclined chair you bought once to read books in "a perfect position" you said. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was watching you. He didn't try to hide his distress, either. He was waiting for the worst to happen in any moment, not like he was prepared, but he didn't want to get catched by surprise.

As if his own negative feeling were calls for angels to come and take you, you sighed, exhausted. All the energy you gained on the last days was facked. You tried to make cheerful memories with Shouto, even if they would hurt him at the beginning, you confided that later he would feel nostalgic coming back to them. Your hands shacked as you stirred the liquid on the cup, your vision was getting blurry, it became difficult to breathe. All of the sudden, as if death entered crashing the window to the large apartment. Your legs felt like giving up, until they finally did. You kneeled on the floor while a rough rampage of cough invaded your throat. As if you'd even doubt it, Shouto was by your side in an instant. He carried you out of pure instincts. He had seen you before being weak on the knees, but he knew this would be the last. He laid you on the reclined chair, lowering his face near yours, taking one of your hand in his. He certainly was panicking, and for the first time, the little smile that you tried to emulate on your beauty lips didn't give him any comfort. Instead, he felt like tearing up seeing the tints of blood coming out your mouth. The disease that was killing you was one that disintegrated organs from inside, it was something new that your immune system developed specially for you.

You kept coughing, each time worst. Blood came out of your mouth, but you still tried to smile on the sake of Todoroki Shouto —It's pretty bad —you could mutter between interruptions.

—I love you —was the only thing that Shouto could process at the moment. He could feel his blood running inside him.

You finally stopped coughing, but it didn't do any better, it made you realise how fast you had loosen faculties on your body. You couldn't feel your legs anymore, and your head was spinning, unable to form any thought. You fixed your eyes on Shouto. You didn't hear what he said, not anymore between coughs. You could see the shock on his eyes, those pretty eyes. The memory of you once thinking that he may had some kind of royalty-like blood on him came to you: —I really like your eyes... —you muttered. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do anymore, nor that you could think about it in that state— But you probably don't want to hear about that right now.

Shouto let a sob out. Tears accumulated on his eyes, and he did nothing to stop them from falling: —I want to hear it. I want to hear everything about you —he protested—. Please, please, tell me, tell me your thoughts, your feels... please —he begged. The hold if his hand on yours tightened, while yours felt weaker and weaker.

You cupped his face with your free hand, tracing delicately the shape of his scar: —I really like your eyes... —you took a pause to breathe from your mouth— And your scar, you don't like it but I do —Shouto did nothing more than to put his hand above yours, crying at its coldness—. I feel cold... Ah, there was something I wanted to tell you, but I can't remember what... —you scrunched your eyebrows, trying to remember the important thing you wanted to tell him— I see you blurry, I'm sorry...

Shouto heard you, he heard every word, but he wasn't able to come up with an answer. He contained his breath when he saw strings of blood coming out your nose: —Don't be sorry, please... I love you, I always will. —he helplessly chocked out the words.

—Kiss me... —you commanded breathly. He did nothing more than to obey. He kissed you delicately and briefly, suffering at the absence of warm in almost every part of you: —Oh, I remembered... —you coughed once again, some sprinkles of blood reaching to shower Shouto's face— I love you, that was it... I'm really sorry.

Shouto cried inconsolably, the love of his life was parting apart in front of him; even if he knew that would happen, he was not prepared. He rushed to speak when the hand that was cupping his face fell unmoving: —I love you, I love you much more! —at this point, he was shouting.

Shouto let out a desperate sound when he saw your eyes slowly closing. You didn't try to fight against it, you couldn't. The fogg on your mind had disappeared, it was replaced with nothing. Your eyes fell shut, your hands didn't charge with more strength. Just like that, your lifeless body laid on that reclinable chair.

Shouto didn't try to contain his emotions. He was a mess, a complete mess. The sigh of him crying and shouting to your cadaver to come back, begging and pleading to all gods to give him you back. He let our your hand, and embraced your cold body. He kept shouting till his throat went raw, and even then he didn't stop calling for your name.

Who know how much passed, but Shoto kept crying for you. He kept himself there, holding your lifeless hand. He then started to think of the time no one talks about, the time that you have already cried your eyes out, but they're not coming back. The time that you're still sitting there right next to a body without an owner to respond. He wondered what he was supposed to do now. What would happen to him after you had been taken away physically. Who would hear him crying? Who would accompany him on the bed? Who would complain to him to eat less soba a week? Who could possibly fill the emptynes that your soul left behind?

[prorevenge]

A Story of a 15 Year Old Badass

WARNING: this is really long, but it’s worth the read!

When I was 14, I started high school, like most 14 year olds are scheduled to do, but I really didn’t feel ready.

Even though I was in an extremely dark place, I was really hopeful that high school would be the opportunity I needed to get my life back. On the first day of school, I was boy crazy because I was hanging out with other girls who were and I figured that it could be a fix for my depression. My mother is a pastor, so other than getting prayed for and praying, there was nothing being done to treat my depression and the only thing my mother could think of was to spank me and punish me whenever I self-harmed or isolated myself. I spent the entirety of my first day, ogling boys and envying girls I compared myself to. At the end of the school day, I was walking to my bus and saying bye to my friends and bumped into a white boy, with long, very curly hair and coke bottle glasses. He had a bandanna wrapped across his head, rainbow tie-dye shirt, and a faux cow suede vest with fringes. He was holding his skateboard in one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other. When we looked at each other, all I could say was “my bad, dude...i respect your vibe” and I walked away, occasionally looking back at him and saw that he was still looking at me and I waved before getting on my bus and he waved back.

The next day, I asked everyone if they knew “a hippy looking boy with coke bottle glasses” and finally someone said, they knew Tony. They continued to inform me that he was a junior, he was a huge pot head, and he didn’t “believe in relationships, so, aside from his ex, no girl can tie him down”. They said they saw always him in the Drama hallway, with all of the theater kids. I made a plan with my best friend, Keke, to go to the Drama hallway and pretend to sign up for the play after school. As soon as we went, we were greeted with a round of applause and hugs from the older thespians, who were thrilled to see fresh meat show an interesting in their pride and joy. We introduced ourselves and, after announcing my name out loud so all thirty-sum people could hear me, one person immediately said “Iris*...a girl named Iris...nice to meet you”, and as you suspect, it was Tony.

(my name is a dead giveaway of my identity because it’s a boy’s name and there aren’t a lot of girls who share my name)

To speed things along, I ended up joining the Drama club, primarily because I felt like it was the perfect niche for me but also because Tony was in it. I signed up to do hair and makeup for the fall play and tony was a part of stage crew, where they stay after school every day and assist the contractor in building a custom design set for each production. I asked him if there were any girls in stage crew, and aside for one older girl who graduated already, it was mainly a small group of guys. As you can guess, I joined and so did Keke because we were adamant about having each other’s backs. I was partially interested in woodwork and building at the time (I was 14 and I managed to mount my TV to my wall by myself) so I was looking forward to learning how to use a nail gun, a saw machine, stain wood, design something, take precise measurements, and have everything come together into something beautiful. After week two of high school, Keke and I were staying after school every day to work on the set for the play and I was able to get to know Tony, without looking too desperate. He asked me to be his girlfriend on the last Friday of September. I told him that it felt like the last true day of summer, and I also told him I never had a boyfriend or kissed a guy before. We had an established routine of going to the lake, parallel to my high school, and eating lunch before stage crew started (we had from 2:15-3:30, to be exact). He kissed me after I asked him if I could try his cigarette and started cough after one pull. We walked back to campus holding hand and it felt like we were making our debut as a couple because almost everyone looked at us. It was like in those high school movies, where everyone’s attention is on the focal point and it’s really dramatic. I felt accomplished because I, a freshman, was the one who tied down Tony Bologna, one of the ten most longed for boys in my high school. Little did I know, he was the biggest can of worms in the tristate area and my dumbass opened the fucking can, y’all. My brother, who was also a junior, told me I was dumb and advised me to end things with him, but I assumed he was just being protective of me.

As we dated, he taught me everything I was willing to learn about. I learned how to skateboard, how to smoke cigarettes without coughing, how to buy them without looking like I wasn’t old enough and which type of cigarettes to smoke. I learned the different levels and intensities of kissing. I learned how to navigate the hallways of high school without looking like a lost duckling and I smelled weed, for the first time intentionally. A girl, who was senior in the drama club and I worshipped on a semi-regular basis, came up to me and told me that heard a rumor that I was dating Tony and wanted to let me know. I told her that it wasn’t a rumor and her entire tone shifted. She asked me if I was sure we were officially together because he has a reputation to go for vulnerable freshman just to manipulate them and have sex, and I told her that we’d already been serious for about a month and I was a virgin but he respected the fact that I wasn’t ready. As soon as I said I was a virgin, her eyebrows went up and she laughed in my face. She apologized for laughing, and said “I’m not laughing at you being a virgin, I just didn’t realize Tony wasn’t addicted to sex anymore...when we were together, all he wanted to do was have sex with me so I broke up with him. I didn’t realize he’s a new person now, and I never really fell out of love with him...thank you for letting me know!”

I should have paid more attention to what she said about the sex thing, but I was so jealous. She was THE ex, and she was a senior, and she was such a confident badass. I told him about the conversation during our daily lunch at the lake and he said that “even though 30% of me would still date Sam*, and 80% of me would definitely still fuck her, I’m crazy about you and I don’t want to lose you”, and I thought that was the most romantic thing ever. In an effort to compete with her, I started adjusting my style and wore more black. I wasn’t willing to give up my virginity to compete with her, but I knew that they both smoked weed and drank. I heard rumors about him being a drug dealer and selling weed, acid, molly, coke, shrooms, and etc., but I didn’t believe it to be true for a second. In October, he told me about a halloween/birthday party his friend was throwing and ask if I could come. I meticulously planned it out: I asked my mom if I could spend the night at a friend’s house nearby and she happily agreed, thinking that my mental health was finally improving. I went to CVS and used my lunch money to buy liquid eyeliner and dark red lipstick. After school, we went to his house and I met his very sweet and liberal parents. We stayed in the movie area of the basement and watched Benchwarmers and made out the whole time. He directed my hand to where he wanted it (y’all know what I’m saying) and showed me the specific motion. I didn’t feel confident enough to continue so I straddled him and attempted to grind in skinny jeans. After ten minutes of that nonsense, I felt like a new woman and he was definitely proud of me. We went upstairs to eat dinner shortly after and being in the presence of a functional family that loved and respected each other made me feel so uncomfortable, so I was pretty silence. After we all ate dessert and watched “Adventure Time” in the living room, he drove me to my friend’s house and we planned to meet up at the party. I wore black shorts, with fishnets underneath, combat boots, and a grey cropped sweater with skulls on it. My friend did my make up and we walked 10 blocks, in late October weather without coats at 10:30PM, to the party. When we got there, we saw grown ass adults, between 18-30 years old, and we thought we were at the wrong place. I saw his ex, Sam, and realized I was exactly where I needed to be. A 26 year old man greeted me, saying he was Tony’s best friend, and gave me a vodka bottle, filled with what I thought was just orange juice. I never tasted alcohol so I didn’t realize that it was the weird taste I noticed in the orange juice and I drank the entire thing without really pausing, on an empty stomach. As soon as Tony came, several guys rushed greet him and I stood up and tried to walk towards him...and that vodka HIT me like a goddamn truck. I threw my body on him and he immediately knew I was drunk. He started asking me how I got drunk and what I had to drink and why I drank so much and repeatedly asked if I was okay. He sat down in my chair and placed me on his lap and fed me water, without making it obvious to people that I was really drunk. Drunk me appreciated the care and attention he gave me in that moment and, in combination with my first dry hump experience earlier, I was feeling really confident and in love. I whispered in his ear that I loved him and he whispered it back, then I started whispering about doing a bunch of sexual things with him and to him and rubbing my butt against him, without realizing that we were sitting in a circle of people passing around three blunts. I felt Sam looking at us a few times and I decided to look her dead in the eye after passionately kissing Tony. I felt like such a badass, so when Tony was hitting one of the blunts, I took it from his hands and took a good hit to celebrate my victories, and coughed my lungs out. When Tony was ready to leave, he drove my friend and I back to her house and, after I changed and wiped my make up off, her older sister dropped me off at my house. That was where things took off for me.

I managed to do a variation of this routine for the entire school year. My parents were convinced that I wasn’t depressed anymore, but being around his stable family so often made me resentful of mine and I always picked a fight with them, by criticizing the way they always dismissed me and ignored how badly my mental health was. Tony and his friends taught me how to roll a blunt and a joint and how to handle my liquor. I found solace in my pot head boyfriend and his unemployed adult friends, and I clung to him as my feelings got stronger. He suggested ecstasy as a remedy for my depression and, after taking it, I decided to stop self harming completely and I grew even more infatuated with him. In March, he was arrested for having an ounce of weed, a ziplock back with molly, and an entire sheet of acid wrapped in aluminum foil, in his locker. He wasn’t allowed to return to school until the next year and he had to take drug classes and attend meetings every day. After a month, he was allowed to take night classes so he wouldn’t fall behind on school. For some reason, I thought that WE were going through this tough time and I kept insisting that we were going to “get through this together”. It annoyed the shit out of him and he became really distant for the rest of the school year but I didn’t want to push him away even more, so I gave him space when he wanted it and I continued to hang out with his friends, do stage crew and hair and make up, and I even got casted in the spring musical. Over the summer, we periodically hung out, but it felt like we weren’t even dating. Whenever people asked about him, I would make up some lie about how he was doing better and I regularly saw him, as if our relationship wasn’t in limbo. I turned 15 and, towards the end of the summer, we started talking and seeing each other more and our relationship felt brand new. He wasn’t selling drugs anymore or smoking cigarettes, but he still smoked weed and such. My best friend, Keke, told me to break up with him after he got arrested, but I told her that she couldn’t possibly understand what I was going through. I told her that on our one year anniversary, I was going to have sex with him. She told me that I was an idiot for sticking with him and that letting him take my virginity was the dumbest thing I could do. Mind you, Keke lost her virginity before we even started high school, and she regularly smoked weed with her 35 year old mom, so I didn’t know why she had such an issue with me doing the same things.

When September came, and sophomore year started, I had a pixie cut, I developed my own style that I was confident in, and I got a new pair of glasses that looked just like Tony’s. I met him at his locker before the first class started and he was annoyed that I got glasses that looked like his. I asked him if he was still interested in stage crew and he said he wouldn’t want to do it if I planned on signing up too. I told him I was planning on auditioning for the play and I wasn’t just doing stage crew because of him. I didn’t want to give it up just because he believed I was only doing it for him, so I stuck with stage crew and I auditioned, and I got an understudy role. Keke continued to do stage crew with me also, even though she wasn’t interested in it, and I was planning to only talk to her and the others after Tony upset me, but our friendship wasn’t the same after we got into the argument where she called me an idiot. For some reason, Tony noticed that Keke and I weren’t talking and asked her why, but they were consistently having conversations and completely forgot about me. Whenever they were talking it was always at a distance where I couldn’t hear what they were saying and when I tried to enter one of their conversations, they would stop talking and look at me until I walked away. I told Tony what Keke said about breaking up with him and he told me that she was just being a good friend and, based on what she told him, I was a bitch to her. I told Keke that Tony thought I was copying him, and even though she knew I was just into stage crew and I just liked my glasses and they had nothing to do with him, she agreed that I was copying him and I told me I looked like a desperate, lost puppy and, based on what he told her, I turned him off.

The week prior to our one year anniversary, I messaged Keke and apologized for being insensitive. I begged her to help me prepare for my first time because I was really nervous and after sending her a dozen messages, she replied back, saying this:

“You have to stop. You can’t have sex with Tony and you have let it go. You weren’t being a bitch and I’m not mad at you. I just feel guilty and it’s really hard to be friends with you because of what I did. I don’t even know how to tell you this and I’m scared you’ll never talk to me again if I tell you.”

After assuring her that I wouldn’t cut her off, she confessed that her and Tony have been having sex since him and I first started dating. She admitted that she told me to break up with him because she was jealous and she called me an idiot because she couldn’t stand how much I trusted and loved her and Tony. She told Tony about my plan on our anniversary and he started pushing me away because he felt guilty too. He told her not to tell me the truth and that he was going to eventually break with me to be with her, but she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

THE REVENGE: I was in such shock, that all I could do was thank her for telling me the truth. I told her I needed space and I asked her not to tell Tony about our conversation at all. I didn’t tell her that I had a plan but I knew that virtue had no place in this situation. We proceeded to stay together and I acted like I didn’t know about him cheating on me. I gave him less attention than I normally did and he started coming to my locker instead and would text me first. It wasn’t obvious that I was mad or upset with him, but I really couldn’t stand to be around him or even pretend to. I would dodge his kissing without thinking and walking away without hugging him, so he knew something was up. I told him that I was acting weird because it bothered me that he thought I was copying him, and he felt so horrible. He spent the entire day apologizing, telling me that he loved me and that he was going to make up for it on our anniversary.

On our anniversary, I dressed up a bit and wore a black high waisted mini skirt and a black cropped Pink Floyd t-shirt and my classic high top converse. He came to my locker with a few sunflowers and was shook when he saw me. He told me that I looked as sexy as the day he met me. Our original plan was to have a picnic by the lake after school, then go to his house when his parents were out for bible study and have sex.

INSTEAD, I snuck outside during lunch to the student parked lot and keyed “CHEATER” on the hood of his car. I put on the dark purple lipstick I wore fairly often and left kisses on his side mirrors. I wrote “Fuck you, Manhoe!” on his rear window with the lipstick. I snuck back into school before lunch was over and I texted him and told him to meet me by the lake for our picnic, instead of coming to my locker. The lake is across the street from the student parking lot, so he would have to pass his car to get to the lake, which is exactly what I wanted. I told Keke to pretend to be confused if he accuses her of telling me the truth and she did exactly that. People were taking pictures of his car and sending them to me, asking me if I did it and I never admitted to being responsible. My brother sent me a picture of Tony’s car also and told me that he was proud of me. After Keke told me the truth, I asked his close friends if they knew and they were all shocked and pissed off and disappointed in him. I also asked them not to mention anything and told them I had a plan. One of his closest friends, Jerry*, who was 20 years old and practically Tony’s mentor, was the most upset. He knew how much I loved Tony and offered to listen to me if I ever wanted to talk and we ended up talking nonstop, about Tony, about personal things, about everything. He mentioned that he thought I was flawless and he was envious of Tony for finding me before him because he would have never fuck up a chance with me. I told him about my plan on Tony’s car and he loved how petty it was. Jerry offered to pick me up from school and take me out to eat to get my mind off of my one year anniversary with Tony, and after celebrating the success of my petty revenge over a meal together, he kissed me and invited me over to his house. Jerry knew I was a virgin and he asked me why I felt ready to lose my virginity to Tony. I explained to him that I was determined to have my first time with someone who I was in love with, but after Tony crushed me, I completely stopped caring about losing my virginity with someone I was in love with because doing so would set me up for heartbreak, regardless of who it’s with. After agreeing with me and telling me that I had a mature thought process, I kissed Jerry. I got on top of him and we ended up having sex. The next day, we did the same thing, and I had lunch and sex with him every day for two weeks until I found out he was engaged and blocked his number after his fiancée messaged me and threatened to end her life if I didn’t leave him alone.

After Tony saw his car on our anniversary, he took pictures of it and sent them to me. He asked me how I found out and if Keke told me about them and I pretended to be completely clueless and surprised, and so did Keke. He couldn’t figure out if I did it or if Keke did it and, when he realized we were both “confused” and upset when he accused us, he stopped trying to figure out who it was. Keke and I didn’t really get back to being friends, but I know she didn’t tell Tony that I was the one who fucked his car up because she was also heartbroken over him and she didn’t want him to think that he had a chance with her, so she let him believe that both of us were potentially responsible. She had no idea I was going to fuck his care up, but she did commend me for doing so. I broke up with him when he sent me pictures of his car and mentioned “Keke telling me about them”. He never admitted that he was sleeping with Keke, but I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about when he texted me and I kept asking him what he meant about “Keke telling me about them”, and I pretended to put two and two together, and told him that it was over if he didn’t explain himself, and he never did.

After he stopped selling drugs, a lot of people ghosted him and when he told his close friends about everything that happened, they told him that they already knew everything and that he was foolish for fucking things up with me. They also told him that Jerry and I were having sex (which is probably how Jerry’s fiancée found out). Tony eventually came clean and apologized to me for cheating on me and asked for another chance to be with me. I accepted his apology and declined his request to get back together. We haven’t talked since then and he still doesn’t know who fucked his car up. :-)

TD;LR: My first boyfriend cheated on me, with my best friend, the entire time we dated because I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity, so I fucked his car up and had sex with his best friend.

(source) story by (/u/cutebugsmallhands)

[jamkookies]

Bad influence

Description :  A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

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You’d held him like a child.

He hadn’t been able to say anything else, the unspoken words threatening to break him down.

So you had held him, swallowing back your tears for his sake and rocking him back and forth.

You hadn’t pushed him to talk any further, scared of making him relive the experience all over again.

Some moments later, the nurses had come into the room and urged him to use the wheelchair and he had never left your eyes for a second, even when the door closed behind him.

You were now left with a feeling of emptiness that no other person could fill.

You just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he had killed a person for you.

A despicable, evil, but living person nonetheless.

Just how far could Jungkook go for your sake? you thought.

“I hope you’re feeling better by now.”

You turn your head to the side and see Manager Sejin sitting on the same chair.

You hadn’t even noticed him, too absorbed into the swirling vortex of thoughts in your mind.

There’s a smile on his lips but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good. Then we can continue.”

He pulls his chair close to your bed and props his elbows on his knees.

“You do realize you have caused us a lot of trouble, right?” he begins.

You fail to look him in the eye as the embarrassment of recent events causes heat to rise in your face.

“I know and I am really sorry.”

“Just being sorry isn’t enough, though. I would’ve let you off the hook if you had brought these things only to yourself but the problem is, you haven’t.

You’ve made the other members get caught up into your situations.”

As you slowly raise your head, you notice that this isn’t just a normal scolding session. Sejin wasn’t gonna let this go with just a couple of warnings.

The guy was serious about this and you had to admit, he was right.

Jungkook had had to kill someone because of you.

You wished you had died instead.

“First, I get notified by the bodyguards that you had thrown a tantrum at the beach, unnecessarily looking for Jimin when he was safe and sound just a little further. Then, you get drunk as a skunk, making us delete all the footage ,and let’s not even mention the childish swearing and cussing.”

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out.

What could you possibly tell him?

He was right about everything.

“Did you know what Jungkook had to do? He said that when the man came back, he tried to kidnap you again. While they were brawling, Jungkook had

grabbed a rock and smashed it into his skull.”

You stare at him, mouth agape.

Jungkook…

“He was in a state of shock because of what he’d done, but he managed to pull himself together for you. And you don’t even know what he went through because you’ve been unconscious for two days”.

He sighs and lowers his tone a little bit, trying not to get too carried away.

“I know that not everything that happened is your fault. Jungkook said he was the one who pushed you to go out of the bodyguards’ sight, but that doesn’t justify your actions.

You should realize that the boys, especially Jungkook, tend to be more reckless when they’re around you. I don’t know if it is to prove you something or just because they want to.”

He glares at you with daggers shooting from his eyes.

“I also noticed that you’ve become rather close with him.”

You duck your head again in shame. He had almost caught you red-handed a while ago.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m going to be honest with you. You’re really good at your job. You can sing, dance and perform perfectly, but you’re no good for the boys.

You’re a bad influence.”

There they were.

The words you had been expecting.

You’d figured out that it was a matter of time before he’d say them.

You muster up the courage to raise your head as a final act of maintaining your dignity.

There’s no emotion in your words - no hate, no hard feelings. Just pure professionalism.

“I’m really sorry about everything. I’ll pack up my bags as soon as they remove my bandages.”

He nods once and you can’t help but almost cringe at his sigh of obvious satisfaction.

“It was nice knowing you, Y/N-ssi.” he says and offers a hand for you to shake on.

You extend yours and fight the urge to squeeze it harder than you have to.

He rises from his seat and leaves the room.

You felt like someone had ripped a chunk from your heart and shredded it to pieces.

No more concerts, no more shows, no more shooting, no more fun time spending with the boys.

No more family.

It was time for you to leave the group.

* * *

“So, what was so urgent that you called all of us here?”

You’re stalling for time, not knowing how to say it to them, and Namjoon wasn’t making it any easier with those pretty eyes of his boring into you.

“I have been thinking a lot lately.” you say. “And I’ve noticed that there are so many things that I have to fix.”

“Like what?” Jin asks.

“My life. It’s pretty much in shambles right now.”

“Uh-oh, I think the nurses must have put something into her medicine.” Taehyung says.

“I’m not joking, hyung. This is serious.”

“Is this because of the accident? We thought you’d gotten over it by now.” Jimin approaches you with worried eyes.

“It’s not just that. Everything I’ve done has gone for the worse and I don’t feel well.”

“Is there something bothering you? Are you sick?”

“No, I just-”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Namjoon insists.

“I’m saying that I need to take a break.”

“For how long?” Yoongi asks.

“Forever.”

“What?!” Taehyung exclaims.

The others echo him and you’re left with their constant buzzing into your ears, words that you can’t discern.

“What do you mean by forever? Is this some kind of joke?”

You say nothing.

“Y/N, we know you feel bad about what Jungkook did but it was not your fault.”

Jimin looks at you sympathetically and you almost drop your guard, almost tell him that it was not your choice, that you had to do this because of them.

You’d realized they wouldn’t let you go if you told them the truth so you had to improvise. Let them think you were leaving the group to satisfy your own ego. Be selfish for once.

It was the only way they could carry on without you.

“I know that, hyung. But I don’t feel like doing this anymore. I think I’m gonna do things on my own from now on.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes and you can feel your heart being shattered into a million pieces.

“You wanna go solo?” Jin asks.

You still say nothing.

“But we’ve been together for so long.” Taehyung pleads.

They look at you expectantly, begging for you to at least show some emotion, except for Namjoon, who can’t seem to take his distrustful eyes off of you.

Damn him and his 148 IQ.

You muster up the courage as you try to keep your voice from shaking.

“It’s time I leave the group.”

“You what?!”

You snap your head towards the voice and you suddenly wish for the floor to split open and swallow you whole.

Jungkook is standing on the doorway, flabbergasted at your declaration.

He closes the distance in three long strides, instantly at the side of the bed.

For a moment you forget about everything and almost cry in relief at his improvement. There was still a hint of limping but he was walking just fine.

“Tell me this is a joke.”

“I…”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not joking.”

It’s like all of his face loses its pigment, and he just stares at you, speechless.

Then, two droplets of tears slide from his cheeks to his chin.

You’d never seen him cry since debuting.

“After all we got through, you’re giving up now? You wanna chase after your dreams? Huh? Is that what you wanna do?”

“Jungkook, please…”

“Why now? Why now out of all times?” His voice cracks and it’s the most heartbreaking sound you’ve ever heard.

You can’t do this anymore.

You have to get out, get away before the truth spills from your lips.

On the verge of tears, you rip the blanket off of you and start clawing at the tubes attached to your arms.

“Y/N, what are you doing - ” you hear the others say, but you can’t stop.

Out.

You had to get out.

Jungkook grips you by your forearm with pleading eyes but you shake him off.

Out.

“Are you okay?”

“Y/N, I’ll call the nurses-”

“Just let her go”. Namjoon’s voice.

In nothing but your hospital gown, you make your way out of the room.

* * *

The continuous chirping of the birds doesn’t do anything to calm the raging storm of emotions in you. You felt conflicted, having to choose between playing the bad guy and being truthful.

You hated it with all your might but there was nothing else you could do.

It had come to this.

“Int tajjeb?” the nurse asks you in Maltese.

“Iva. Grazzi.”

At least the week spent here had proven to be worthy of something.

You’d managed to learn some basic phrases and you could understand that she had just told you if you were okay now.

The nurse offers you a smile and scuttles away, tending to another patient.

You take a deep breath of the crispy air and let it sink in.

The bench you were sitting on and your lack of undergarment beneath the gown didn’t do anything to shield you from the cold breeze.

Oh, how you wished you could let everything go to hell.

You were sick and tired of it.

What were you gonna do from now on?

Where were you gonna go?

Just go back to your parents in shame, with not a single decent excuse to why you had left?

Absolutely not.

You feel a jacket being thrown around your shoulders and you lift your eyes to see Hoseok’s head above you, wearing an apologetic smile.

“Thanks.” you barely a whisper.

He takes a seat next to you and stares ahead.

“You know, I’ve only seen Jungkook cry before we debuted.” he says in a low, cautious voice. “I was going through a lot and I decided to leave the group. The kid started bawling his eyes out. I don’t think he ever cried like that for his parents.”

You nod, remembering all too well the exact look on his face when Hoseok had claimed his farewell.

He turns his head now, looking at you dead in the eye.

“Jungkook loves you, Y/N. We all know that.”

You almost choke by the straight-forwardness of his words

“And I know you’re not really interested in starting a solo career. You think we’re dumb?”

“But I-”

He stops you with a palm raised in front of him.

“I don’t want to hear it. But just know,

Y/N, that Jungkook doesn’t deserve to experience this for the second time.”

You gulp harshly and the sting of your next lie makes your throat hurt.

“Well, then tell Jungkook that I also have a life to live.”

It was over.

You were never gonna go back to how it was before.

The words had been said and the damage had been made.

All of it intentionally.

If he wasn’t gonna fall for your previous lies, then he would definitely buy this.

He doesn’t say anything but the shock is quite visible on his face.

He nods once and leaves without looking back.

The jacket slips from your shoulders and along with it, the fake mask of your pretension.

* * *

The heavy suitcase weighs you down and it’s all you can do not to scrape it on the floor.

Clad in new, comfortable clothes you make your way towards the room with the number 215 on it.

You can’t get rid of the nervousness that has taken hold of you, no matter how hard you try.

With shaking hands, you put the suitcase on the ground and crack the door open, careful not to make a sound.

He’s laying on his back, wrapped up in the blankets, eyes closed.

You grimace, trying to hold in the whimper that rises in your throat.

Feet light as a cat, you approach the bed, obviously too small for him as his legs were sticking out of the frame.

If only you knew how much I love you.

If only you knew how I wish we could stay like this forever.

You bend down and press a feather-light kiss on his forehead.

The last time you’ll ever look at him like this, drinking him in, savoring the feeling of his image behind your eyelids.

He was gonna hate you with all his might, you knew that.

You knew it and you still did what you had to do.

As long as he is safe.

As long as they are safe.

You take backwards steps and close the door behind you, your heart now a shattered mess.