#I AM SO FULL OF ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW THIS IS SO SCARY IVE GOT MY PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO KNOW WHEN HE REPLIES

[justinefrischmanngf]

i’m sooooooooo stressed about a message i just sent but i am glad i sent it bc if i hadn’t i would’ve spent the rest of however long thinking about sending it and i don’t like that at all but also my heart is literally pounding in my chest what if he hates me and doesn’t want to be friends anymore…………………

[teddybeartoji]

I JUST REALIZED I NEVER RESPONDED TO YOU WHOOPSIE

anyway i love all the resident evil games, i love gore in video games like it just gives me a huge rush of adrenaline idk, i like scary games overall, my sister who is 20 is the biggest tomb raider fan, her room is full of lara croft posters, her phone cover is a picture of lara croft, etc. i love until dawn too, i remember watching berleezy playing it around 2015 and got hooked straight away, when the game goes on sale im definitely buying it straight away

playing arkham knight was so fun, i love solving puzzles in games it just gets my brain working, and i love the parts with jason todd, he’s too fine he can release all his pent up frustration out on this coochie idk 🙂‍↕️ ive literally forgot everything that has happened in outlast, im waiting for my sister when she’s finally has a break from work since she won’t allow me to play it by myself…. the witcher is soooo good ! you should play it one day when you can <3 

and i have heard of ghost of tsushima but i never played it 😭 i heard the next game has a female lead, you just know its about to be so good 

HAII HAI HAIII!!!!!!!!!!! YESSS I REALLY LOVE RESIDENT EVIL GAMES TOO!!!!!!!!! i'm actually relatively new to horror games lmao i did think myself to be too big of a scaredy cat to play them alone buut then i watched a streamer play re2 aaand i thought it was so fucking cool that i decided to check it out myself too and i fucking loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! from there on i started realizing that i really like games like that so now i'm always on the look out for a sexy scary game:33333333333

I LOVE JASONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was the reason why i wanted to play the game in the first place lmao i think he is very Neat:3333333333333 that really was such a fun game the combat was so fun!!!!!!!!!! it's so crazy that this game came out almost nine years ago and it's SOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD while some recent stuff is so fucking ass lmao sorry to get into this super random thing but i've seen a few hours of the new star wars game and it's just sooo baffling how bad it is😭😭😭

OH ON THE TOPIC OF VIDEO GAME PUZZLES THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!! i've been playing hsr a lot lately right aand the area i'm at there are a looot of different kinds of small puzzles and i love them so fucking much i'm having a lot of fun with them:3333333 ANDANDDD the silent hill 2 remake came out and since i don't really have money to buy it (rip) i've been watching a gameplay of it and i am genuinely very fucking impressed by the puzzles in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to suck my own cock but i think i'm relatively good at different kinds of puzzles but some of those had me sitting there like O . O like they were hardd😭😭😭I LOVE IT THOUGH!!!!!!!!! PUZZLES NEED TO BE HARD!!!!!!!!

AND AND ANDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! GHOST OF TSUSHIMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHH MY GODDDD I LOVE THAT GAME SOOO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the story is fucking amazing i love the mc it's fucking beautiful it has little foxes you can pet and my favourite part is definitely the combat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i haven't seen any other game with mechanics like that it's so much fucking fun. and addicting lmao like you just want to fight all the time,, there is an option for stealth but i don't think i did anything quietly on my second playthrough just bc fighting is so much more exciting:33333333333 I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND CHECKING IT OUT WHEN AND IF YOU EVER HAVE A CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it'll change your life i can promise you that right now:33333333

AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI'M SOOOOO GIDDY BC OF THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE SECOND GAME!!!!! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT WAS IN THE WORKS SO IT CAME AS A REALLY BIG SURPRISE the female mc seems so fucking sick i'm already obsessed with her<333333

ANYWAYYY I LOVE VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just got my rdr2 disc back and i can't fucking wait to start replaying that hehehehe (i have over 300h on it already)(let's ignore that)(i'm normal)

[goth-girlfriend]

Hi could I get a match up please? I’m a straight female and i’m about 5’2 and ive got long straight hair. I’m not too shy like i still find it hard to talk to people but if im more comfortable im really open and talkative. I’m really protective over my friends. I am really impulsive like I once woke up and decided to just get three ear piercings. I’m a dancer that specializes in ballet and I love playing the piano and the violin. I’m also love to cuddle everyone and I’m lowkey really clingy

🥦🥦🥦 💚💚💚 🥦🥦🥦 💚💚💚 🥦🥦🥦

🥦Midoriya🥦

Hear me out, precious broccoli boi, is confused as to how, but not why he fell for you. Especially during the impulsive times, he panics and just tries to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

You both start off awkward, but no one, NO ONE can resist his bright eyes and smile. So somehow, somewhere, along the lines, you found yourself actually becoming friends with him.

Now, realizing he liked you took a while on the both of you. He was to focused on becoming the best hero, that when you cheered him on he assumed it’s because you’re a great friends. And when he got blush’s and nervous around you, you assumed it was because he was just nervous around girls. The irritation that filled Mina was overwhelming, how could two people not see the connection? The OBVIOUS CONECTION?!

Well, that was at the start of your fiend ship, now, it’s confusing. One day your both sitting in silence, smiling at nothing, occasionally brushing shoulders and hands walking down the hall, the next talking and laughing disrupting the peace. Occasional platonic hand holding when fear strikes and freezes your joint and all you can do is quake in the face of fear.

But, what really made your classmates think you were dating was the day Mina shared a video of you sitting at a piano, playing staring gently at the keys, eyes slightly lidded, soft smile, the pads of your fingers gently grazing each key, and the boy in question, was smiling, staring at you, a faint blush on his cheeks, his smile was gentle but wide, his hands resting in his lap as he watched how you played with pure enjoyment until your heart was content.

But what he didn’t know was that the song you played, some what reminded you of him. You didn’t know much about his past, but he did tell you a fair amount, and now you can only connect him to one thing, “Talk To Me” by Cavetown.

Now, taking the lyrics quite litteraly he once messaged you at 2 almost 3 in the morning, worrying about himself and doubting he’ll be a hero. And just like that, impulses took over, you grabbed your pillow blanket and didn’t answer his messages. He was scared away from his phone at the banging on his door.

It opened and in you cans complimenting and praising him in hushed shouts. It would’ve been threatening and scary had the words not been so kind. He cried, and you held him. You both sat on the floor talking it out, and soon your adrenaline dropped and there you were, sitting leaning against his bed, legs stretched out, his right hand clasped between both of yours in your lap as your head rested on his shoulders. He yawned and your eyes started to feel heavy.

That day you spent the night, he’d managed to get you both into his bed, he faced away from you to give you a sense of privacy, what he didn’t expect was for you to hug his chest form behind and press you cheek between his shoulders. His hands held yours over his chest, legs intertwined. Some point through the night you both shifted, now laying on your sides facing each other, you still hugged his chest, one of his arms hugging your waist the other you used as a pillow so he could keep his hand on the back of your head holding it secure against his neck and shoulder.

The morning was normal, you both went about that Friday as usual, and it would be a lie to say this was the only time it happened. Months passed before it was made obvious to you, you maybe might just maybe, if you look at it the right way....like him.

:) you love him, and well? He didn’t say it straight out because it turns out, this boy? Hopeless romantic. Only when his minds not cluttered with being the best hero he can be.

He accidentally confessed infront of his class during a training, Aizawa just watched blankly AND EVERYONE minus Shoto, Iida, Momo, Toko and Shoji acted out about not being able to believed our guys weren’t already dating. His small speech was cute to you and squeezed your heart and a few other hearts.

“Y/n,” your name was a whisper in the dark, you turned around seeing the sunrise finally starting, it’s light shinning behind him, the green haired boy you dragged out, on a Sunday morning, at 5:20 to watch a sunrise on the beach that had recently be cleaned up.

“Come on! Almost there!” You rushed back to grab his hand and pulled him along, in one hand a violin case, in the other, now his hand. You’d waited for this moment, and now it’s here, he didn’t know why, but for you, it was something special to share sunrises this beautiful with someone you adore.

He hugged as you finally mad wit to the beach and stopped, right at the edge of the dock, you kicked off your shoes and sat down toes touching the cold morning waters, giving you chills, but filling you with a sense of nostalgia that made your bones ache. Still you smiled and patted the spot next to you. The sun now infront of you, you placed the case aside and leaned your head on his shoulder, he smiled down at you before leaning his own head on yours, both your hand and his sat between you fingers brushing slightly as the sun started to make the water glimmer in ways that became blinding. You sighed, happy you had a friend that would put up with your strange antics. You wiggle dcloser to him and took his hand in yours.

“I want to play something!” You said and stood up, letting his hand go with regret.

He watched you as you pulled out your violin, he was scared it’s take damage along the trip, seeing as you didn’t worry much he assumed it was fine, getting comfortable in a stance you took you got ready, closing your eyes and testing the strings before you started.

He watched in aw at how your fingers moved and how you seemed at peace with it. The way your head swayed and a smile made its way to you face, reaching your eyes even if he couldn’t see them.

The rest of the day, you convinced him to walk around with you. Both of you just wasting time and avoiding studies. It’s obvious to anyone who’d seen you that day, that with the two of you, even at such a young age, Love was pure, it was beautiful in its raw form, and here, the two unknowing held it, true beauty with out knowing.

Until, Midoriya was smacked upside the head and yelled at by Mina, he finally understood, he understood why with you, things had become different. Why he was no longer nervous with you, why he could tell you embarrassing things and stories and not feel judged, when you said the words talk to me about anything, he didn’t say yeah and internally not believe, he said “I Will.” Knowing he would. He now understands why, he looks for your hand on cold days, and your form on nights you’d usually come over to make him watch a movie, he’d cared enough to track your impulses, and kinda made a messy time line of repetition, also being able to calculate when it might happen. He loves watching you play and enjoy the sounds you make with the things you love. He’d only seen you dance a number of times, by he’s kept them all in his heart remembering the concentrated look and passion in your eyes. Why you went to UA is beyond him, your do much better following your passion.

But that’s not the point, the point is, he started talking to you like normal, and then before you knew it, the class was watching as he started to really let out his raw emotions.

“Y/n!” He called for you, why so loudly you’ll never know, you were right beside, like you promised you’d always be.

“I love you!” He said in a loud voice but not screaming, his eyes forced closed as he looked down, hands in fists, “I love everything about you,” it was a whisper.

“Your smile, the way your playing shows your hearts true intentions, I love the way you live your own life, doing things when you want to, the way you want, I love how you care about others deeper than the words that come from your mouth. You believe that I can become a true hero, youve supported me and in the nights when I feel at my lowest, you spent hours talking to me, and helping, holding my hand and wiping my tears away, I love the way your hands hold on tight when you feel fear, and how you trust me to protect you, I love how no matter what comes you’ll always put yourself in the way to save others, but please, let me be the one to wipe your tears, and hold your hand when your scared, let me be your hero.” He let out a few tears.

But you were about to start ugly crying, the tears came out, you brought yours to cup then over your mouth and wiped your tears away before you hugged him and cried into his neck and shoulder, he hugged your waist, chin finding it’s place on your head.

“I love you Midoriya, I wanted to tell you but I was afraid. Now I know, that I never should’ve been afraid to love you.” You squeezed him and squeezed you back.

You were broken out of your crying by Aizawa complaining about wasting time and all of you needing to get to practice. So you did, and the two of you crushed it, full of joy and drive, fueling you to succeed and prove your worth to the other.

The nights never changed, you still cuddled into his side hugging him, he still held you tight to his side, hands running through your hair, only now, you’d fluster him by kissing his jaw or cheek at random times to keep him on the edge of his seat.

“Good night, Midoriya,” you hugged his side, “I...love you.”

You watched him blush and he turned resting his chin on your head so you wouldn’t see his face, “I-I love you too.” He brought one of his hands to cover his face as you laughed quietly against his chest relishing in his warmth and the love you could feel radiating off of him.

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Forgive me, I know that the song is about four pieces overlaid, but I love it, and I think you guys should give it a listen. I completely forgot about it since....6th grade years???

I hope you like it! Nows a perfect time for a water break! Just saying! 💙

[thexsisters]

For @grxnadxs​ Mun’s Notes: I needed tissues before I could even continue finishing this freaking thing.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!: Brief mention of self harm.

Sungmin knew better than anyone how unfair life could be. But this.....this was just.....well.....not fair.

He stood outside in the elegantly decorated hallway of the French Chateau. It had been three days and things weren’t looking up. In fact.....they were getting worse. His ‘partner in crime’ had fallen seriously ill upon arriving at her home away from home. Paris. At first it appeared she’d be okay. Just extremely weak and in need of some good food and rest. But three days later and Sungmin now found himself standing outside in the hallway listening to a maid sobbing her eyes out while her husband, the butler, tried to comfort his wife.

Life support. BoA Kwon was now on life support; fighting for her life.

Or was she?

After everyone had left the queen’s room, the doctor pulled the younger male to the side and gave him some words of advice.

“Even though she’s in a coma, they say the patient can still hear what’s going on around them. Talk to her. Have conversations with her. No one likes to be alone, even when they’re in a coma.”

Sungmin wasn’t sure what world the doctor lived in, but the younger male had no issues being alone. That’s for sure. However, the hoodie clad male had every intention of talking to the comatose female. He had a bone to pick with her.

After everyone had moved downstairs for tea and to discuss the affairs of the kpop queen, the young man walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind him. Honestly, he didn’t really understand why they were getting her affairs in order because she wasn’t dying.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

Huffing and puffing, he took the elegant chair that was perched in front of her humongous vanity mirror and dragged it over to her bedside where he flopped down and folded not only his arms, but he swung one leg over the other as well. Glaring at her frail form with the tube stuck between her lips...... She looked so small. Almost like a child rather than a young woman. But that didn’t make him any less miffed with her.

“Hypocrite.”

He had spat out the single word before continuing. Now that he was started, there was no stopping him.

“You’re a real hypocrite. You know that? Telling me on that stupid bus that I’m not allowed to die. So what the hell is this then, huh? I’m not allowed to die but you are? Leaving me here with all these strangers and not knowing how to speak a single drop of French. How do you say ‘screw you’ in French? Because those would be my first French words to your stupid face.”

Taking a deep breath to try and collect himself, he realized that he had kept all of that bottled up for the last three days. While it felt good to get it off his chest, he realized he was talking to a woman who was truly inching towards death.....what if her ghost came back to haunt him? Clearing his throat and thinking better about things, he added with another huff and puff of his chest,

“We’re a package deal. This whole not dying thing goes both ways. If I’m not allowed to die then you aren’t either. Got it? So you just need to open your eyes. Besides, you’re scaring the hell out of your folks downstairs. And this whole tube down your throat thing is really freaking me out.”

He wasn’t sure why, but half of him expected her to really, actually wake up. To start choking on the tube so that he could rip it from her mouth and allow her to breathe on her own. But.....that image never came true. The tiny queen of kpop just continued to lay there motionless; relying on a tube to keep her alive.

That night, Sungmin locked himself up in his bathroom in the room just next to the queen’s and went to town on his body with the razor blade.

Nothing changes, but it gets easier as the days go by. After the night in the bathroom, the only time Sungmin uses a razor blade is to shave in the mornings. He feels pretty much like a moocher with how he’s just making himself at home in the queen’s Chateau.

But then again.....she really had kept her promise. It was bittersweet to think about. Once upon a time, not all that long ago, the young man had nearly accused her of bamboozling him into helping her with nothing in return. But here he was; living in what was basically a French castle.

Two weeks have passed since BoA was put on life support. While some of her numbers were improving, she still wasn’t strong enough. Her brain activity was still sketchy but the staff in the Chateau were staying hopeful despite having funeral arrangements already made. Which kind of ticked Sungmin off. She wasn’t dying.

He refused. He forbid it.

“Here. I got you these.”

It was one beautiful afternoon, honestly. The sun was shining. Some of the staff had suggested that perhaps by opening the curtains, the sun might shine through the queen’s room and the sun might revive her. It was foolish but the maids and butlers of the Chateau were desperate. So there the curtains were pulled back and sunlight flooded the huge bedroom.

Walking to the foot of her bed where there was a table full of get well soon items, Sungmin scooted over a box of the most expensive chocolates money could buy and set down a large vase full of flowers along with some water to give them some continuous life. Sitting back down in that same cursed chair as before, he was a lot more relaxed this time but he still didn’t look all that happy with her.

“Still not gonna wake up, huh? Tsh. Typical woman. You females are all so stubborn. I swear, if you die, I’m gonna die too just so I can freaking kick your ghostly butt. I ain’t gonna give you time to haunt me. I’ll haunt you first.”

Just like a child, he stuck his tongue out at her while huffing and folding his arms. While it was nice not having her talk back to him, there was a small sliver of him that wished she would. That her eyes would just open and glare daggers at him. And her mouth. That stupid tube would be pulled from her mouth so she could cuss him out. But alas, none of that happened. She just laid there. Lifeless as she was before two weeks ago.

That night, Sungmin fussed over the flowers in the vase trying to make them look perfect before heading to bed.

Things are really starting to change and the poor boy doesn’t know how to feel about it.

One morning, Sungmin was groggily padding into the tiny queen’s bedroom to check on her. It was something he had started doing every morning. Not sure why but he just felt the need to. Before even using the bathroom, he’d first climb out of bed and immediately walk down to the next room to check on her. Sounded ridiculous but he never claimed to be a genius.

He’d never forget how scary the sounds were. Opening the door, he was hit with sounds of her choking. Choking on the tube! Which meant she was finally breathing on her own! A mixture of different feelings washed over him as adrenaline rushed through his body, helping him to spring into action. His hands had shook so much when he was ripping the medical tape from her cheeks so that he could get the tube as far away from her mouth as possible.

“BoA! You’re awake! Boy are you in trouble, girl. I don’t----”

But his rush of.....happiness? Whatever he was feeling was short lived. She may have been breathing on her own now, but she was still in a coma. It was like he had won the battle but lost the war all at the same time. His bunny-like smile instantly faded and he couldn’t......he couldn’t understand what this feeling was that settled heavy on his chest. Was that......disappointment he felt? He just stared at her as she laid there; her tiny chest now rising and falling on it’s own.

That same night, Sungmin had grabbed his favorite blade but instead of locking himself in his bathroom, he threw the thing in the trash. Instead, he walked down to the first floor of the Chateau where there laid a grand piano. Black as the ace of spades. He wondered if the queen even knew how to play. Probably. From what he had gathered from the chatty staff, she was truly a jack of all trades. She could do anything because she was BoA Kwon.

The days that followed, he began to compose. Song after song. The staff would even sometimes stop what they were doing so that they could listen. The melodies were so strong that they could be heard throughout the whole place. Whenever he wasn’t spending time with the woman upstairs, he’d be downstairs fabricating song upon song. His muse?

The woman upstairs.

And now a month and a half later, he’s made it a religious habit to swap out the old flowers with fresh ones. Whenever one bouquet would start to wilt, he’d go out, have the driver send him into town, and he’d pick up a fresh bouquet of the same flowers. No other bouquet would do. It had to be the same one each time.

The queen’s health was improving slowly but surely. The IV was still providing her with nutrients needed to survive, but she still wasn’t truly living. Not yet. But Sungmin still wasn’t giving up. She still wasn’t allowed to die. Just because it wouldn’t be fair. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

“I’m hurt. Here I am making all these songs and you haven’t commented on a single one. Don’t come crawling to me begging to use one on an album cause I’ll say no.”

He was sitting there pouting like a child. Typical for him these days when speaking to her. It was odd.....Even though she wasn’t awake and able to talk back, it still seemed like all they did was bicker. But.....it was nice. Talking to her even though she couldn’t respond was.....Oddly comforting? It made no sense to him but he just went with it.

Sungmin had never been one for touching. Skin-to-skin contact and skinship were not in his vocabulary after everything that had happened to him in his short lifetime. However, over the span of a month and a half, the boy has been.....itching? Was that the right word? There’s been this urge to hold her hand. Which was stupid because tsh, why would he want to hold her hand? That was stupid.......Right?

Before he knew what was happening, he was reaching out and carefully----as if she might break into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful enough----took her hand in his. A small frown fell on his face when he felt how cold her fingers were. But he knew she wasn’t dead because the heart monitor said so.

That night, the boy fell asleep with his head resting on the side of the queen’s bed; her hand still safely tucked into his own warm one. The sound of the beeping heart monitor telling him she was still alive being his lullaby.

The boy was growing into a routine. A routine that he was surprisingly okay with. One that he could, dare he say, live with.

Every morning he’d go check on her like usual. Once he saw the rising and falling of her chest and the strong beeping of the heart monitor, he’d use that as his cue to get ready for the day. His day would then proceed with more composing; asking the staff for opinions from time to time whenever he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent confident in a string of lyrics or a score of musical notes.

Then he’d check on her before lunch. Talk to her a little. Bickering of course. Always bickering. Telling her she needed to bath because she was starting to smell ripe or she needed to do something with her hair. Something like that. Still in a coma, but it was getting easier to talk to her. To tease her. To.....hold her hand. One night, he even got the guts to press his lips to the back of her hand before wishing her a good night. But not before teasingly wishing her bad dreams of him twerking in her face.

He still changed her flowers whenever they needed it. Having now thrown the stale boxes of expensive chocolates out and trading them for.....well......a book. A book full of all the songs he had been composing. Some of her balloons were falling flat too. It had been three months after all. So he decided today he’d make a trip into town with the butler and maid. The two had become like a mother and father to him and they treated him like their son in return. The rest of the staff felt like his aunts and uncles, honestly. And.....it felt really.......nice. Yeah. It felt nice.

“I’ll go pick out some fresh balloons for our little phoenix. You boys go find us a good spot of lunch, okay?”

“Okay, darling. Call if you need us.”

However, the moment the two males were alone, Sungmin swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to the butler who had practically become his father figure. Seeing the look on the younger’s face, the butler said in a questioning tone, “Yes, Sungmin?”

“Sir.......would you........help me with something? It’s for BoA noona.”

He didn’t usually call the woman noona but since he was speaking to the man who was practically a father figure to her as well, he felt the need to make himself look good by using the honorific. He was relieved to see the butler nod his head in agreement despite how curious and confused he looked. Smiling brightly, Sungmin nodded curtly and said happily, “Thanks, sir!”

It was an extremely awkward conversation at first, but it ended beautifully. And definitely in the boy’s favor. He had went into town that day a nervous wreck, but left it feeling relieved. In fact, he kind of felt like he was on top of the world. It was a high that he wasn’t familiar with but loved all the same. It was a healthy kind of high. One he could get addicted to.

Upon reaching the chateau, the young man nearly threw himself out of the car and was already running up the stone stairs to the front door two at a time. The maid who was carrying the fresh set of balloons looked from the boy in confusion, to her husband and asked,

“What’s gotten into him?”

The butler just smiled a knowing smile with a very puffed out chest full of pride.

“Oh you know young men these days, honey. Full of energy for no reason at all.”

Taking more stairs two at a time, Sungmin screeched to a halt just outside the queen’s door. It had been three months. Three long months of talking to someone who was and still is a complete stranger. And yet.....he felt so close to her now. Much closer than when he first met her the day she almost hit him with her car. And now? He could admit that he was glad she hadn’t hit him. As odd as that was to think about.

Opening the door, his heart was hammering. No change. But that was okay. He’d wait. He’s waited three months. He can keep waiting. However long it takes. Because again----

She’s not allowed to die.

“You’re mom’s got fresh balloons for you. But I um.......I wanted to see you first. So......here I am.”

Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he closed the door behind him and locked it. Hopefully he could get this over with before the maid would come up with the balloons. This was something that he really didn’t want to get interrupted or disturbed. Not till he said what he had to say and do what he wanted to do.

Sitting down in the same chair he’d been sitting in for the past three months, he cleared his throat and placed his shaking, sweaty hands on his shaking knees. Eyeing her up and down, it calmed his frazzled mind a bit seeing how some color was coming back to her face. She was still breathing on her own too. No need for life support. The staff had been holding off on any further arrangements for her funeral and had called off the lawyers for her will to be completed. Hope was building within the house but they were still cautious.

“I see the maids trimmed your hair. Bout time. You were starting to look scraggly. And they cut your nails. Good. You don’t need claws either.”

He always had to get that jab in there. It wouldn’t be a typical conversation between the two of them if he didn’t. Looking down at her hands with her perfectly trimmed nails, he grew even more nervous; a lump forming in his throat. He could do this. He had to do this.

“I’ve been telling you this for days, weeks, even months. You’re not allowed to die. I keep telling you this. But since you don’t seem to be listening, I’m gonna have to use some drastic measures. You’re not the only one who can keep promises, little miss queenie businesswoman lady person.”

He’d never forget the day at the bus stop when she bout knocked his head off over being ‘accused’ of not keeping promises. She was certainly a woman of her word. But now it was his turn to make a promise. A promise that would hopefully keep his dignity intact without ruining his broody moody image.

“So I got you this ring, right? They call them promise rings. So the guy puts the ring on the girl’s hand and makes her a promise. It’s really cheesy and honestly it makes me gag but I’m making you a promise and you’re gonna help me keep it, got it?”

With a huff, he took out the little black box. Of course it was the classic crushed velvet box but it was nice all the same. Opening it up, he showed it to her and asked, “You like it?” Fully knowing he wouldn’t get a response, he let out a soft sputtering sound and added, “Of course not. You women are all the same. Can never be satisfied with anything you’re given.”

Taking her hand all the same, he took the ring in his other shaking and and gulped. He was really doing this. He was going to do this. He, the boy who had no heart and no will to live, was going to put a ring on a girl who had almost killed them both with her car. It was quite ironic. Life truly worked in strange and mysterious ways.

“I’m putting this ring on your finger and you’re gonna like it. I’ll super glue it to your finger so you can’t take it off. Now listen closely cause I’m only going to say this one more time. You’re not allowed to die. We’re a package deal. Partners in crime. If I’m not allowed to go, then you aren’t either. So you just need to stop being stubborn and open your eyes. Got it?”

There was a split second where he actually believed it would work. That all the talking and all the flowers and the songs composed....and the promise ring......he actually thought it might work. That he could believe the words of that stupid doctor all those months ago. But nothing changed. She still laid there motionless. The only difference now was that she wore a ring.

That night, Sungmin padded into the queen’s room and bout had a heart attack; shouting in surprise and nearly dropping the glass of water he had brought with him to water not only the flowers, but himself as well. Yes he liked water before bed.

Awake.

She was awake.

She was.........awake!

There she was, sitting up in bed like it was no big deal. Her one hand was carefully lifted as it still had the IV in her while her fingers carefully twisted and turned the shiny new ring on her finger of her other hand. A smile that was small but full of amusement. Looking up at him, she smiled wider and said casually,

“The ring’s nice. But you picked the wrong vase for those types of flowers.”

Silence.......

It was silent throughout the whole house. That was....till the boy snapped and flailed comically while complaining loud enough for the whole chateau to hear.

"Are you kidding me?! You're in a coma for three months, I composed songs about you, I put a ring on it, and all you've got to say to me is that I picked the wrong vase for those type of flowers?!"

The rest of the night consisted of her giggling while he ranted and vented about wanting a refund and how he was going to choke her with the cords keeping her alive or smothering her with one of the pillows on the bed. But she just winked and blew him kisses in a cheeky fashion.

Life wasn’t all bad. In fact.....it was kind of like......living in......

Utopia.

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Fic: Glass Houses, Chapter 33

Summary: In an alternate universe where all humans are empaths, Kurt Hummel is the odd one out. Registering at a mere 0.5 on the Hawkins Scale of Empathic Sensitivity, Kurt has resigned himself to a lonely life, empty of touch or true love. That is, until the mysterious Blaine Anderson transfers to McKinley, and everything Kurt thought he knew was changed. But finding love is never easy, even in a world where everyone’s emotions are shared. This is the story of the boy who could not feel, and the boy who felt too much.

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Blaine was gone.

It was the first thing Kurt registered when he opened his eyes, and the immediate panic that swamped him banished any restfulness he had gained from sleep.

He rocketed upright, fighting against the too-tight sheets binding him. He would have fallen out of bed if it hadn’t been for the strong hands pressing against his chest.

“Kurt, Kurt, calm down it’s okay, you’re okay,” his dad wrestled with his flailing arms, voice soothing.

“Where’s Blaine? Where have they taken him?” Kurt cried urgently, refusing to let himself be placated.

“It’s okay, Blaine’s fine. The doc’s just taken him for some more tests. I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Burt said calmly.

“No, no I promised I wouldn’t leave him!” Panic clawed cold at Kurt’s rib cage, erratic adrenaline fuelling his struggles against his dad.

“Kurt!” Burt said sharply, “Look at me. Look at me. Would I lie to you? Blaine will be back soon. I promise this isn’t a trick.”

With his dad’s soothing voice, Kurt began to feel his heart slow, and found himself nodding as he forced himself to sit back against the pillows. “I just, I thought…”

“I know what you thought,” Burt sighed. “You’re not the only Hummel with a problem with these places. Now, will you stay put if I sit down again? Or are you going to run away again?”

Kurt blushed, the barbs of guilt in his stomach suddenly coming back full force. He looked down at his hands, taking a breath before looking up to once again meet his father’s gaze.

He might not be able to sense anyone’s emotions other than Blaine’s, but he didn’t need any extra sense to be able to read his dad’s eyes. He never had.

Sadness, pride, worry, stress… they blended into a mixture that reminded Kurt just how much he had hurt his dad over the last week.

Burt sighed, “I just wish you would have trusted me more, Kurt. Why didn’t you come to me with Blaine’s letters? We’ve had our differences in the past, but I always thought we did pretty well overall. We used to talk.” Burt reached over and took Kurt’s hands in his own. They were rough and warm, and Kurt felt his throat close as he tried not to cry. “I know why you did what you did. You’ve always been a bit look-before-you-leap. But, god, Kurt… have you any idea how terrified I was for you, and Blaine?”

“Dad…” Kurt said brokenly, anything to stop the pain in his father’s voice.

Burt shook his head, “Forget the fact my son broke the law, dragging his brother and friends into it to boot. Forget the police, the Dalton teachers, the experts all saying how we shouldn’t expect to find Blaine alive. Because screw that, I never believed that for a second. I was more scared of what would happen if the wrong person found you boys. There was a god damn witch hunt going on in this town, in the whole of Ohio! And all it would have taken would have been the wrong person to find you boys first, and all-” Burt broke himself off, his voice cracking as he tried to compose himself, “And all we would have gotten back would have been your bloody body, and Blaine too far gone to care.”

Kurt shook, tears running freely down his face as his dad’s words brought the horrible might-have-been to his mind. “I’m so sorry Dad…”

His words broke, chest constricting, and his body heaved with sobs that had been waiting to be released for so long, tangled dark emotions that he had tried to hold in for Blaine’s sake flooding him. And then the bed dipped, and his dad was right there, taking Kurt in his arms and making everything okay again. Kurt clung on, willing his dad to make everything better, just like he always did.

When Kurt pulled back, he said, “I just wanted to help Blaine. I never meant to hurt you. I just… panicked. I didn’t think, and I’m so sorry I scared you.”

Burt smiled softly, clasping Kurt’s shoulder, “I know you are, Kurt. And despite everything, I am so proud of what you’ve done for Blaine, of how strong you’ve been. But how about you let me be the parent for once, and look after you?”

Kurt nodded jerkily, “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, buddy.”  Burt pulled Kurt back for another hug, and then asked, “So, do you feel up to more visitors? Carole and Finn are in the waiting room, and I know they’d both love to see you. Your whole damn glee club were out there as well, but I sent them home an hour ago. A lot of people have been worried about you boys.”

Kurt blinked, overwhelmed. “What time is it?” The little double room they had been given the night before was bright with filtered sunlight.

“Nearly midday, you slept for about twelve hours.”

“But what about the garage? Saturday is the busiest day,” Kurt said guiltily.

“Kurt. You’re my son, and in hospital. I’ve got better places to be than the shop. Besides, one of the perks of being the owner is I get to decide when I go in, and the guys are fine without me,” Burt rolled his eyes fondly. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Kurt only had a minute to gather himself before his Finn came bursting into the room, followed closely by his dad and step-mom, as well as Cooper Anderson. Carole surprised him by sweeping down and giving Kurt the tightest hug she could, and then when she pulled away, Finn scrunched his face oddly and grasped Kurt’s hand warmly for a full five seconds before retreating, “It’s good to see you bro.”

Kurt was overwhelmed. He loved his family, but Finn was like everyone else at McKinley and usually avoided his touch like the plague. And Carole, while she’d been making a determined effort of touches since she had married his dad, was still on the higher end of average on the scale, and had never tried to hug him before. Until now, the only hugs he had ever received in his life had been from his mom, his dad, and Blaine.

Cooper grabbed a few more chairs, smiling at Kurt’s unasked question, “Dad’s with Blaine, and Mom’s gone home to grab him some clothes. Figured I’d stick it out here if you guys didn’t mind. You had me worried as much as Blaine.”

“We’re so glad you’re okay Kurt,” Carole smiled warmly, leaning into Burt where they sat.

“Yeah, dude, seriously, it has been mental.” And then Kurt found himself subjected to the enthusiastic retelling of the last week as seen through his brother’s eyes, from Rachel’s enjoyment at the ‘acting challenge’ covering for them had provided her, to Tina and Sam projecting so strongly at a group of teens in the Lima Bean that the nasty gossipers had burst into floods of tears, and of how Brittany had confused everyone for a good twenty four hours with her claim that Lord Tubbington had seen both boys heading for the Mexican border.

Somewhere in the middle of Finn’s account of how Santana had nearly bodily attacked one of the sense agents, Blaine was returned in a wheelchair pushed by Dr Monroe, accompanied by his dad.

Blaine smiled tiredly, but assuaged any of Kurt’s immediate fears that he might have gotten worse as he levered himself out of the chair, perching on the edge of his own bed, “Your turn.”

Dr Monroe nodded, smiling reassuring at Kurt, “It’s nothing scary. I just need to take some scans, a few blood samples. Pretty standard stuff. Your dad can come with you if you like.”

Kurt looked to his dad, who nodded without needing to be asked, turning to his wife, “Why don’t you and Finn go home for a bit, grab some lunch?”

“Sure, I’ll come back this afternoon with some of Kurt’s stuff. God knows you wouldn’t know where to start.” Carole kissed Burt, smiling fondly at him before looking at Kurt, “We’ll be back soon sweetheart.”

“See you later Kurt,” Finn grinned.

“Bye,” Kurt gave them a tiny wave as they left, before swinging out of bed. He walked over to Blaine without asking permission from the doctor, and tried not to think about how both their dads and Blaine’s brother were still in the room.

Blaine grinned, looping his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and kissing his lips briefly, filling Kurt with calm, “It’s not that bad really. The MRI machine makes a horrible noise, but it’s not any worse than Rachel’s complaining and you’ve dealt with that for long enough without going crazy.”

“Come on you, back into bed,” John sighed exasperatedly.

“And you, in the chair,” Burt gestured at Kurt.

“I can walk!” Kurt said indignantly.

“Hospital policy, especially for wayward teenagers,” Dr Monroe said sweetly, before turning to John. “Someone will be back in a moment to fit Blaine’s cannula.”

“Wait, what? What’s wrong?” Kurt demanded.

Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand comfortingly, “It’s fine, it’s just a little tube in the back of my hand. My blood sugar is still too low, so they want to connect me to an IV. Nothing to worry about.”

Kurt took a breath, taking strength from Blaine’s nonchalance. For a moment, Finn’s stories had helped him forget why they were here.

“Then I’ll see you when I get back,” Kurt smiled, forcing himself to let go of Blaine’s hand. The sooner he had these stupid tests, the sooner this might all be over.

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“Okay, Kurt, just hold your head still for a second for me?” The nurse smiled reassuringly as he placed a strange headset to sit over Kurt’s hair, and began fixing the little metal discs at spaced intervals over Kurt’s head. “There we go, all set.”

“Thanks Tom,” Dr Monroe said from where she was fitting a similar headset on Blaine. “Could you make sure the camera is set up okay for me please?”

“Starting to feel a little bit like a lab rat here…” Kurt quipped, trying to offset his nerves with humour.

Dr Monroe smiled, “I know it all looks very sci-fi, Kurt, but an EEG is very simple.” She attached the last disc to Blaine’s head, “These electrodes are going to allow us to monitor your and Blaine’s brain activity in real time. Any time either of you want to take a break, or stop entirely, just say the word.”

“Camera’s all ready to go and recording,” Tom gave the thumbs up. Burt and John had agreed for the boys to be filmed to ensure the results couldn’t be challenged. For the moment, the authorities had taken a step back in deference to the hospital and ultimately Dr Monroe, but that could always change. It had been five days now since they had been admitted, and Kurt for one was sick of the tests.

“Great. For the record, I am Doctor Fiona Monroe, with Nurse Tom Winters behind the camera. The two patients are Blaine Devon Anderson, aged 16, registered with ES 4.8, and Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, aged 17, registered with ES 0.5. Kurt will be shown Visual Card Set A23 and B65, and Blaine will be shown Visual Card Set A45 and B09.” She rattled off the facts so blandly that Kurt’s stomach twisted even more. “Okay boys, I’m going to raise the divide curtain. Kurt, we’re going to start with you.”

Kurt stole one last glance at Blaine before the doctor drew a curtain divide between their two chairs. She then sat down in front of him, pulling some large cards out of an envelope, “Are you ready?”

“Sure, why not.” Kurt forced himself to relax.

“Okay, starting with test A, no contact. Kurt, just let yourself react to the pictures. And Blaine, when and if you feel anything from Kurt, just say what you feel.”

For the first few cards, Kurt was too tense to feel anything other claustrophobia and discomfort. But then Blaine’s voice floated from the other side of the divide. “Kurt, relax. Seriously…” His voice sounded amused, and Kurt felt his tension leak a little bit.

And then Blaine started just saying random words, sometimes a little before Kurt himself even registered what he was feeling.

A piano – “Joy.”

An elementary school – “Loneliness.”

A roast chicken – “Happy sadness?”

A doctor – “Distrust.”

A cop – “Anger.”

A picture of his dad – “Safety.”

After about thirty cards, Dr Monroe paused. “Okay, great, now see that slit in the curtain? Reach through it and hold hands. We’re moving onto test B, contact.”

The results of that one were much the same, except this time at the back of Kurt’s mind there was a constant echo of Blaine’s peaceful concentration, and a slight shadow of Kurt’s own feelings floating back at him.

“That was the last card. Do you boys want a break, or shall we keep going?” Dr Monroe asked.

They were still holding hands, and Kurt knew it was his itching desire to get out of the stupid thing on his head that prompted Blaine to say, “Nope, we’re good.”

Dr Monroe threw Blaine a look, but her eyes sparkled, “We haven’t started your test yet, Blaine.”

“Sorry,” Blaine chirped. Kurt suppressed a giggle. He knew for a fact Blaine wasn’t sorry at all.

“Alright, Blaine your turn. Test A, no contact. Please let go of each other’s hands. Kurt, by now you should have an idea of what we’re looking for. Just remember there are no right or wrong answers.” And then she disappeared to sit on Blaine’s side of the curtain.

There was nothing. Kurt wasn’t especially surprised. He had sensed Blaine twice now without contact, but those had been special cases. Sometimes, if he really thought about it, he was pretty sure he knew Blaine was there, but that could also be wishful thinking.

Fear-powerless-lost-selfhatred-terror- “Blaine! What the hell did you just show him?” Kurt yelped as a boiling pot of nasty emotions arrowed through his body and he instinctively reached out to the other boy.

There was a lead-weight pause. Kurt was vaguely aware of the nurse behind the camera staring at him in utter shock. And then Dr Monroe’s voice came from behind the divide, too-neutral, “Kurt, if you just felt something from Blaine, please describe it.”

“He’s scared, of whatever you showed him, but also of himself. He feels out of control, like no one’s on his side…” Kurt trailed off, voice choking. “Can we take a break? Please, I…”

“Of course, Kurt.” As soon the words were out of her mouth, Kurt was up out of the chair, shoving the divide out of his way. The stupid wires attached to his head trailed after him, catching slightly. “Kurt, careful!”

Kurt ignored her, grabbing Blaine’s hands, “Are you okay? What was that?”

Through the contact, Kurt felt whatever had shaken that response out of Blaine recede slightly. His boyfriend smiled comfortingly, but it was there was an edge to it. “Sorry I scared you. It was a picture of one of Dalton’s sense teachers. I guess it’s all still kinda fresh in my mind.”

Kurt huffed, squeezing Blaine’s hands, “You’re not going back there, and I am always on your side.”

Blaine nodded, and Kurt felt their shared love sparking between them. “I know you are. You okay to keep going? These things are getting itchy.”

“Sure,” Kurt laughed at Blaine’s adorably scrunched nose, impulsively placed a delicate kiss there before straightening.

Dr Monroe was looking at them both with an unreadable expression. “Alright, Kurt if you sit back down, I think we’ll move onto test B, contact.”

Kurt nodded, taking Blaine’s hand through the divide and closing his eyes, letting his attention focus entirely on his boyfriend. The warm hand in his fitted perfectly as ever, and Kurt felt the lingering tension from the last card wash away.

A tickling flicker of gold, and Kurt smiled, “Something funny.”

Pinpricks of sparks running up his arm, “Excited.”

Dimming stars swallowed in a blanket of dark sky, “Sorrow.”

Ribbons of skittering light on still water, “Nervous.”

Kurt let himself drift, floating under an ever changing sky, saying aloud the emotions he read in the stars.

And then the sky exploded in a breathtaking galaxy that was all Blaine, every hope, every dream, every wish.

Kurt smiled, and even though it wasn’t part of the test, he pushed back the same to Blaine, a mirrored starscape lighting fire to deep blue waters.

“Love.”

Chapter 34