#get me out of here . i gucking hate everything

[just-dunes]

see you, space cowboy

[germhammy]

“Girls night pt2”

Enid: OMG! Kent? You look fabulous. Come in. Bianca is on the balcony with Wednesday poke your head out and let Wednesday know how you like your burger cooked. Your sister and Yoko are not here yet

Kent: that doesn’t surprise me. I brought some accessories Wednesday might like

Enid: oh! Add them to the pile over there.

A few moments later

Enid: Yoko! Divina! OMG! Those dresses look gorgeous! I’m doubt Wednesday would like that one though, D. Too sexy and revealing.

Divina: I know. Especially for her date with Xavier. Don’t want to give him the wrong idea. But it would be fun to see her in it, yes?

Enid: it would. But I don’t know. I don’t want to make her too uncomfortable. Oh. Make sure you let Wednesday know how you like your burgers.

Yoko: again I envy you for that balcony. Wait. Does she have a butane stove out there?

Enid: yeah. To make the fries!

Wednesday and Kent served the burgers. They were cooked perfectly to everyone’s liking

Yoko: I normally don’t like burgers, Wednesday but these are the best. And this blood ketchup is genius. Thank you

Wednesday: it’s a Frump family recipe. I am glad you like it

Enid: -making a face- um? Wednesday? Blood ketchup?

Wednesday: do not worry, Enid. The blood ketchup is just for Yoko. Anyone is welcome to try some. But yours has regular ketchup

Enid: oh good. You scared me.

After dinner, Wednesday was tortured with trying on outrageous outfits, wild make overs and hairstyles/wigs. Everyone was laughing. Even Wednesday. In the end, they did find an outfit and look for her date with Xavier

Bianca: Xavier is going to hate this.

Kent: Jack Skellington?

Enid: Gomez Addams with a touch of Morticia

Kent: huh?

Wednesday: my parents. I do not feel comfortable with my hair down however.

Enid: you look fabulous with your hair down. But yeah. Braids it will be! Xavier does not deserve to see you with your hair down and not pulled back

Divina: thank you for letting me style your hair, Wednesday

Wednesday: thank you for the torturous experience. All of you.

Bianca: thank you for allowing us to make you uncomfortable

As Wednesday changed into clothes she was comfortable in, the rest cleaned up. Bianca and Kent cleaned the balcony, Enid, Yoko and Divina the clothes, wigs and makeup. Wednesday emerged from her closet changed, hair pulled back in a pony tail.

Kent: - setting the cauldron down in its corner- Aw! We didn’t do the hot sauce challenge!

Wednesday: no worries. We can do it for girls night following my date. I have more hot sauce coming

Bianca: I can make chicken wings for that.

Enid: oh! We should get a small barbecue for the balcony! I can make Korean BBQ wings too!!

Yoko: yes! BBQ night!

Divina: Kent and I have a nice grilled salmon recipe

Wednesday: i think that is a lot of food. Maybe the salmon for another night? I can ask my father to ship some sausage as well. He makes some damn tasty sausages. Blood sausages too

Yoko: oh? I love blood sausages. The way you and your father approach and appreciate food? He makes them? I can’t wait to try them!! Yes. Next girls night, chicken wings and hot sauce challenge!

Divina: agreed

Then they all heard it. Wailing screams of pain.

Wednesday: what the hell? I would normally enjoy a sound like that coming from my brother. I looked forward to hearing them from Tyler but you all deprived me of that pleasure. But I recognize that voice. And it is not at all enjoyable or pleasant

Enid: what the guck? Fucking hell? Is he seriously coming to the balcony?

Kent: the moron is going to ruin everything waking up all of Ophelia Hall!

Wednesday was riffling through a small trunk with knives and other weapons. Thing was helping. A box of darts and blow gun was found by the duo. Wednesday prepared and loaded her blow gun with darts laced with a non lethal quick acting tranquilizer. She went onto the balcony, Thing perched on her shoulder. The others behind her.

Xavier: -straining to speak through the pain of the electro shock his collar was dishing out- Wednesday! I love you

Security burst through toe door behind Xavier. Wednesday shot Xavier with her darts. He collapsed. The guards saluted and the dragged him away. Wednesday went back in through the window

Wednesday: I am tempted to poison him while on our date.

Yoko: and deprive yourself of torturing him?

Wednesday: this is torture. And not the good kind. No seriously means no. I am in a relationship with Enid. I was not never even in the slightest interested in or attracted to him.

Bianca: we have your back, Wednesday.

Kent: yeah. That’s why I sat down next to you in writing class. I overheard Xavier about him having that class with you. I had that class. And rushed to get the seat next to you before he did

Wednesday: thank you. Thank you to all of you.

Enid smiled and hugged her girlfriend

Divina: well. This has been a wonderfully fun night! Till next time!

Kent: yes! I had better get back to my dorm! Hopefully I can get permission for next time!

Enid: maybe we can see about trying to have Eugene and Ajax over too? Oh! Honey BBQ wings! Or Greek wings! ThatsZeeTea sauce!!

Yoko: -laughing- tzatziki sauce, Enid. Sheesh

Everyone laughed

[oh-soo-diabolik]

complexion of god chapter iii

“Your putrid scent gave you away. Now what do you want, you dog-demon.” Reiji’s voice sounded with a feeling of annoyance, his cold crimson eyes stare at a man with ash blonde hair and tanned skin.

Glimpse of hatred coats the man’s hazel colored eyes, he is appalled. The man’s once chipper mood turned sour as his cat-like eyes narrowed, feeling the little patience he had slip away from his body.

“I see you’re still as bitch-y as per usual. I came here to talk business, there’s no time for bullshit and you know this, Reiji-sama.” The two men stare eye to eye, their heights practically identical, with only a mere inch difference.

“Oi, where’s that woman?” A new voice chimes in, causing the two men to turn. Standing with hands in pocket, Ayato is eyeing the two power houses. “Oh shit. Ryo Soseki, where have you been, loca?” His bold green eyes glistened with mischievous innuendo.

“I hate— wait, woman? Who's this woman you’re talking about?” Ryo’s ears perk with curiosity, twitching with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The energy itself was suffocating, it didn’t take a ‘dog-demon’ to notice that either.

“Ah, she must be the source of that warm vanilla scent. Truly intoxicating if you ask me.” Ryo smirks, maneuvering past the two, as he starts towards the end of the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going? You mutt.” Reiji sneers teleporting to him within moments, followed by the now angry redhead, Ayato.

—

Her eyes flutter open, the sight of a pastel pink room surrounded her, stirring her with unease. ‘I wasn’t here before, who’s room is this?’ Pulling the covers from her body, [yn] slowly places her feet onto the cold ground.

The sounds of soft chiming attracts her attention. A large French door, glowing as it stands in the middle of the room. Though she could see through its windows.

She couldn’t help but question, why was there a door in the middle of the room anyway? The French doors display a field of flowers and a crimson moon.

She begins to ponder where exactly the door leads to. Without a second thought, her hands grab its handles and push the doors open. The scent of mildew and damp cloth greets her, twisting her face with a look of disgust.

‘This must be a dream.’

Her legs carry her through the doors’ entrance, stepping on damp grass as she finally enters the field of flowers and as the moon’s crimson light shines over her face.

Everything was beginning to feel too real.

Her eyes fixate on a man with snow white long hair and matching long white rabbit ears. Her face colors with white, as she notices his piercing eyes, burning into her skull, “Subaru?”. The man looked at her with a look of confusion. It wasn't Subaru, he didn't even look like him. His eyes were an emerald-green, his once white hair was now a crimson red.

“Heh, Subaru? Do I look like that idiot?” He asked, peering down at her, waiting for her response. [yn] shakes her head slowly before she rubs her eyes to remove the guck of sleep.

Her eyes meet the man’s figure once more, his once crimson hair was now blonde. He had the brightest of blue eyes, earbuds resting in his ears, “What a weird woman, come on, I'm getting tired standing here.” He mumbles, grabbing her hand, pulling her along down the field of flowers.

“W—where are we going?” she utters out, staggering to keep up with the now much taller man. His eyes glance at her confused expression,

“You’re not your usual self I see.” His sudden fast pace came to a halt, as they arrived at a small well kept cottage. “Come on, you’re probably getting sick.” Releasing her hand, he enters the house.

Only nodding, [yn] follows shortly after him. She watches as he disappears into a back room near the entrance of the kitchen.

She sits silently on the small sofa, her hands resting into her lap, as she looks around the cottage. She notices pictures of her and a man with crimson eyes and shoulder length white hair, his arm resting around her hips.

“Nfu, why are you following me, Bitch chan. You know I can't sleep without you.” The once tall blonde man was now much shorter, his hair as red as blood and bright green eyes.

“What’s going on?” She mutters in confusion, the man shrugs, “I figured you’d want to cuddle.” he smirks, putting his hand out for her to grab. She stands to her feet and follows him into the back room.

“You’re acting a bit off, don’t you think?” She turns to face him once more, his hair violet, and eyes a piercing violet colored eyes, accompanied with bags under his eyes.

“I guess so, I think I need to rest.” she says, resting against an iron coffin-like thing.

“You think?” His voice was unrecognizable, yet so familiar. With moments of silence between them, she flutters with a look of exhaustion. Her eyes practically rolling in the back of her, she collapses onto the ground beneath her.

“That was much easier than I thought.” Reiji struts into the room, as it begins to fill with every bridge except one, Subaru.

[righetousdude]

Regain control!! Part 2

Overheat hade taken over discharge’s body. The awful things he did made him feel fear and shock.

The only one he knew could help was omnipotent, since phanes wasn’t going to bother to help.

Discharge: Omni Omni!!!!!

Omni: what

Discharge started shaking and grabbing Omni along with fear.

Omni: (confused) what happen you look like hell.

Omni tried to put his arm on discharge shoulder

Discharge: don’t touch me don’t fucking touch me!!!

Omni was concerned now discharge never sweared at Omni not with such hate.

Omni: (concerned) alright calm down what happened looks like you’ve looked malware in the eyes.

Discharge sat down and drank a five gallon coke and said “ I’m-I’m not safe now something else is after me I don’t know how powerful it was it killed… ink, and stronger opponents with no difficulty. I’m… actually scaredy…

Omni: who was this entity I need to know.

Discharge: (fearful) it… was me…

A mind fight

Omni was shocked what he heard and asked “ why are you so shocked then you made the choice”

Discharge: no I didn’t it was something else I’m not the only one inside this body. Not even my own soul DS can’t understand why he lost control. I fear it will take full control next time and kill everything.

Omni was curious and asked “ who was in control this entity bother you so it bother me too I will help you concur this being “

Discharge: how how ??!!

Omni:… I don’t usually ask him ,but this is needed to make sure your training goes back to normal I’ll ask.. William

They found error404 at his hq with error.

Omni: William

Error404: what are you doing her shouldn’t you be saving the multiverse

Discharge: I need your help error404 I beg

Error404: (angry) what are you doing here announce.

Error tied his strings around discharge and yelled “ what the guck are you doing here. O Omni

Omni yelled “ release the strings error”

Error did what he was told

Error404 and Omni started chatting about the problem discharge hade. While error and discharge talked

Discharge: so you’ve been training hmmm.

Error: shut up don’t talk to me

Discharge: alright man child

Error: don’t you make comments again or I’d kill your right now

Discharge: yep you will kill me even though I hade let’s say 20 times to drane your code, kill you, control, and dear god so many other things ,but I spared you since I put pitty on a baby.

Error: (enraged( why you son of a bitch !!!!!!!! Auggghhh

Error teleported back and controlled his anger.

Error404 and Omni showed up and said

Error404: alright the problem your dealing with is something I never saw before. It’s been decleard as a mind demon similar to infected ,but worse.

Omni: yay ,but how exactly do we get rid of it from my student.

Error404: wait… student hmm you got one too want to trade. I’m going to say this right here and now the only way to get rid of it is to capture the entity or to kill discharge.

Omni: the first option is better. We can’t kill him.

Error404: alright bring him over here.

Discharge talked to Omni and did what he was told and payed down error404 asked “ are you ready”

Discharge: yes sir

Omni: if you try to kill him or control him I will kill both of you.

Error tugged 404 and told him” sir do you know what your doing”

Error404: boy you never question me about these sort of things it’s my choice.

Error: (angry) sir he did things he stole 30 of my DT souls and copied my code.

Error404: he has those abilities. Alright but nows not the time Omni and I made a deal. Which will benefit both of use so shut up and let me concentrate.

Error404 used mind warp to try and bring out the entity.

Overheat: nows my time to strike has come

With light speed overheat punched error404 in the face sending him flying slamming into the bridge his face shattered

Error: Wth hell!!!!

Discharge stood yelling: what’s happening to me!!!!

Overheats hand was coming out of discharges socket and yelled” hahahahah time for a little bit of chaos.

Error shot 10 blasters at discharge only for his hand to start controlling the blasters and made them target error instead of discharge.

Discharge: I’m losing control.

Omni then tried to pull the demon out of discharges skull only for it to fail as Omni got struck with a immense heat wave. Omni bones burned.

Omni: ahhhh!!!

Error: shit shit shit.

Error404: I need to stop this.

Error404 grabbed discharges skull and used blue mastery to force the demon out only for overheat to yell” not going to work!!!€£>.!\€\?”

Overheat hade taken over discharge and yelled” ok now it’s time to play this fight will be insane hahahahahahahah.

Omni: what the hell is happening to him!!!

Error404: the entity has taken control we need to-

Then the mainframe started shaking and out came loading

Loading: what’s happening the mainframe is shaking like crazy what’s causing this insane burst of power.

Loading: who’s that ugly looking mother fucker.

Overheat: (enraged) your one to talk loading.

Loading: no… no way it’s you!!

Error404 and Omni : you know this guy !!

Loading: I hade a fight with him a real pain in the neck he nearly killed me , but with your guys help we will beat him.

Overheat: (insanely) you guys think you stand a chance hahahaahha I’m from the file zone a immune cell the most powerful let’s say I’m hear to make sure discharge doesn’t lose a fight,but you guys made my job harder so it’s time for a fight.!!!!

What will happen next will be continued later on.

[hockeytrashgoblin]

High~ Part 6

A/n: I had my first day of work today and it was rad so that’s fun. One lady is not nice but it’s okay because everyone else is. I hope you guys had a good day and here is a new part! Enjoy!

"Babes you're huge." Mitch laughed as I tried to get off the couch.

"Mitchie you could help." I whined pouting at him.

"(Y/n) I couldn't. You're like 1000 pounds."

"You're rude as fuck." I said throwing a pillow at him before walking to our room. "I'm literally going to burst any day now."

"I know don't remind me. I'm getting nervous."

"Aw love what are you nervous about?"

"I know you're the one giving actual birth but I'm worried for you. I don't want you to be hurt too bad or anything."

"I'm lucky that for generations it's been really easy births. It should be quick and not that bad. Worry not, I can do it."

"How do you feel about Ema being in town now?"

"I don't mind. She wants to know her grandchild. I can't blame her. How do you feel about it? I'm sorry I never asked you before now."

"Don't be sorry. I get it. Its important for baby to know everyone who wants to know her or him. I wouldn't even care if Auston wanted to be there. It's up to you who you want baby to meet. It's your world babe, I'm just living in it."

"I appreciate you so much Mitchie. You're so understanding and sweet and I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"I'm kinda glad that Ema wants to know baby. She's a really wonderful woman."

"I know. I was thinking of maybe giving baby her name as a middle name."

"Have you thought about names?"

"Yeah! Let me know your thoughts. So for girl I was thinking Marly Ema-Marilee."

"That's really pretty. I like that."

"Me too." I said smiling wide. "And for boy I was thinking Grayson Harry."

"I like that too. Very good names babe."

"Thank you. I've been thinking about them for a while. I was really hoping you wouldn't hate them."

"I would never." He said smiling as I yawned. "Let's get some sleep (y/n)."

"Baby is sitting really weird right now, don't you think?"

"(Y/n) go to sleep. I'm sure it's all fine. You need your rest."

"Alright. Goodnight Mitchie." I gave him a kiss and laid down cuddling my big pillow.

"Goodnight babes."

I couldn't sleep at all. I was really uncomfortable and baby kept squirming around. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom so I got up slowly and made my way over. Once I was there my body kind of just let go on the floor. A lot of clear liquid and blood.

"Mitch?!" I called out. I got a groggy moan as a response. I went back into our room and turned on the light. "Mitch my water just broke. This is not a joke get up now."

"What's going on?"

"Mitchell I'm having a baby. We need to get to the hospital quickly." I had never seen Mitch move faster.

Soon enough we were in a hospital room getting ready to have a baby. I was progressing fairly quickly which was good. Mitch had been freaking out and asking every three seconds if I was okay. The nurse sent him on a mission to call everyone and let them know I was in here. I thanked her profusely.

"Okay I think I called everyone. Your mom and dad are in the car, Ema is in the waiting room. Everyone else is on the way or waiting to leave until morning."

"Did you call your family babe?"

"No, I didn't know if you'd want me to."

"I do. Call them. I want them to meet baby." I said taking his hand and squeezing it. He smiled so big and leaned in to give me a couple kisses.

"You're incredible."

"You're in this thing too Mitchie."

After thanking me and kissing me many times after that he went to call his parents too.

Mitch was there by my side for everything. He was there for every painful contraction, every needle stabbed into me, he fed me ice chips since I couldn't eat anything. When things started feeling weird he ran to get a doctor and seconds later I started pushing. Mitch was watching but still holding my hand and encouraging me. He was more smiley than I'd ever seen him. 

"(Y/n) look down." The doctor said holding my baby up. "What is it?"

"It's a boy! My baby boy." I exclaimed crying as they put his guck covered body on my chest. "Mitchie it's a boy!"

"I can't believe that just happened." He said looking at baby in awe.

"We're going to bring him over here and clean him off and weigh him alright? We won't leave the room."

"Okay." I nodded handing my sweet crying boy over. "Mitchie."

"I can't believe you did that." He said grabbing my face and leaning his forehead on mine. "You're body really just did that. You had a baby."

"I know Mitch I was there too." I teased.

"I'm so amazed. I'm so proud of you. You brought little baby Grayson into the world like it was easy."

"It was easy with you by my side." I said holding his wrist and leaning up to kiss him.

"I love you." He murmured against my lips. "I don't care if that makes me sound crazy or-"

"I love you." I interrupted him and man if I thought he was smiley before.

"This day is straight up magical." He said as they brought back the baby and put him in his arms. "I'm holding your baby. How wild is that?"

"Our baby."

"What?"

"That's our baby Mitchie. You might not be his biological father but he's still ours."

"You're making me cry." He accused wiping his eyes.

"Come sit on the bed with me I want my boys." He came over carefully and sat down. I had the bed propped up almost to where I was sitting so he leaned back and I cuddled up to them. He looked at me and smiled such a beautiful genuine smile that it made me tear up.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm just so happy."

We stayed like that for a long time. I stared at the face of my sweet little boy. I could see bits of Auston in him and it made my heart ache a little but I could also see all sorts of things that were like me too. He had my nose and eyes. Thank goodness he didn't get Auston's forehead.

Soon after that a lot of friends and family came through to see the baby. Ema was first and she just adored him. She apologized a lot to me and Mitch just as much as she thanked us for letting her come see Grayson. I let her know she was welcome anytime, and Mitch agreed.

It was two days later when we left the hospital with Grayson. It wasn't easy with a newborn but Mitch made it a lot better.

[galaxygukk]

heaven in hiding

◤2 THE LOST BOY ◢

— that was just hope —

she followed him, a mere shadow in the corners of the train while he sat as a conspicuously black figure against stark red seats. she didn’t know if he knew of her presence or not but either way, the last thing on her mind was coming out and making her presence known— solidifying her stalkerish behavior would not be in her favour in this situation.

the boy had stopped shaking but she couldn’t help feel unnerved about how... still he was. lifeless, almost. his arms hung limp at his sides and his palms gripped the edge of the red plastic seats loosely. one leg was straightened out, diagonal to the floor and his heel against the linoleum train while the other rested bent at the knee. his head was down, hood deeming him a faceless mannequin of blackness and nothing.

she stared wordlessly, fist closed around the square of paper with the four words that made her mind reel with meaning behind reason behind possibility. what was it referring to? who wrote it? who’s jimin? what did he do well? but no matter how much the unending thought made her teeth grind in confusion, she had a feeling that this little trip following a broken stranger would put her mind at peace.

or... not.

she winced to herself at the less favorable possibility.

her mother had always scolded her for things like this. i mean, following a stranger because of a phone call that could’ve been very well orchestrated to lure in a soft-hearted little lady such as herself? a high option in the list of why this was happening and why she let it happen. to be completely honest, she kind of had a feeling that however this turned out would not be best for her or her state of mind at the moment— but that was the thrill, wasn’t it?

would she get kidnapped? would a car crash into her while she hurriedly followed the stranger across the street? would she sneak a peek at a huge underground mafia? or a cabbage-worshipping cult?

possibilities, possibilities.

on a more serious note, she was more concerned than anything. the way he’d spoken and cried and just... broke had imprinted itself into her brain and affected her personally. she couldn’t let that slide— couldn’t stop thinking about it and she knew, she knew, it would plague her for the next hour to the next ten years. why had that happened and what had happened afterwards? the only way to feel better about it was to make sure she was part of how it all played out.

nothing left to wonder about then.

the train shuddered to a stop. her breath did, too.

the lights of the station filtered into the now-open doors and created a trapezium of light on the dull grey floor. the stranger in the seats followed the slivers of brightness, dragging his legs from toe to heel off the train like a zombie of sorts. the girl watched closely, awaiting the right moment, before following off the train in a more stealthy fashion, a few ten feet behind the swaying figure.

“don’t die, you buffoon,” she muttered to herself under her breath.

with the grace of a lame stork, she stumbled off the train.

and in she followed, through the station and through the city, following a seemingly drunk stranger through the hearts of seoul, dodging strangers on the sidewalk, too focused on a path that seemed to be set out in a red line before her and flattening herself against the windows of buildings she passed. there was a group of kids her age filming a cover dance in an opening, dressed in short skirts and ties far too impractical for the weather. they watched in bewilderment as she flew past them in a blurry of “sorry!”s once the stranger fell even a .sec out of sight.

the city grew quieter after a time of walking (she took a plentiful number of minutes to praise herself for wearing soft-soled sneakers instead of the clunky doc martens she’d initially fancied when picking out her outfit for that evening— it was great for stalking.) with it, her heart got louder in her ears, reverberating in her ears like the echoes of a bongo.

something felt off.

yes, a normal person would stop at certain intervals of this great voyage to consider if what they were doing was inadvertently safe in all aspects and not something that would potentially place them conveniently in harm’s way. but she wasn’t a normal person. not by everyone else’s standards, anyway.

she still remembered the way her mother’s eyes would blaze with fury, pure aggravation, at her daughter’s seemingly insatiable curiosity for anything and everything new and dangerous. especially that time she came home with the excitement of a treat-baited puppy, clothes soiled in guck and dead leaves from the winter ground, holding two garden snakes by their tails and presenting them to her mother like a bouquet of lilies.

“do you have no care for your safety?” her mother would shriek.

and she’d grin a wide, gapped smile and shake her head, wild curls swaying with it. her mother used to say all the crazy in her head went to her hair.

a sudden halt in the stranger’s footsteps halted her thoughts with it. she stared at the boy quietly from behind a car she’d dipped behind at the stop, watching as he looked around in an almost bewildered manner. she’d been following half in her thoughts, so she had no mind to where they were. all she could see was a litter of broken down cars and a small bridge. secluded, with smog hanging low in the air. she hated it. how did she get here?

the boy walked up to the bridge railing, peering over the edge, hands tentatively gripping the splintering wood. what little light the distance of the half moon and the orange streetlamp beside the bridge provided was enough for her to see his face pale, his jaw clench.

she almost jumped when the boy suddenly ripped off his hoodie, leaving him in a grey shirt, darkened with sweat. he shook out his hands by his sides, shoulders rising and falling with harsh intakes of breath. he propped a foot onto the ledge of the railing effortlessly, and she would be impressed if she didn’t catch onto what he was attempting to do and rushing out from behind the car.

the sound of the river under the bridge rushed into her ears all at once, heightened by her erratic breathing. the boy managed to lodge himself half onto the railing when she called out, startling him.

“seriously?” she screeched once she reached a stop a few feet away from him. he stared at her with incredulity, the picture of bemusement with a foot hanging in his inevitable death. “i follow you halfway through seoul, on foot, mind you, to have you do this? this?”

what was it? was she angry? frustrated? confused? sad? whatever it was, it gripped her heart in a vice like grip and it pushed her forward, forward, closer to the boy with eyes like the lazy stars blinking above them. seeing someone about to commit something as heart wrenching as suicide would take a toll on anyone, but for someone as sensitive as her—

the boy’s eyes darkened, a shadowed expression washing over his face. “it’s none of your business.” his voice was a mumble, but it shook. he swung his other foot onto the ledge, so the only thing supporting him was his arms, and his hand which gripped the railing like a lifeline, which it really was in that moment.

she gasped at the sudden change in position, leaping forward and grabbing his arm, startling them both and making his foot slip on the ledge so that it flew down. he was now precariously standing on the two-inch platform jutting out the side of the bridge.

“fuck!” she yelled. “fuck, fuck fuck no. get the fuck up or i swear to god, what the fuck. no, no, no, get up!”

it was cold. so cold. his hands which she desperately held onto, the taunting draft flitting through her hair, whispering in her ear, “let me take him. let go. let him go.”

the river beneath them was scary. rough torrents of water sloshing over jagged rocks with the sloped fall of the riverbank. no one would survive that. especially not the shaking boy she clung onto, who looked about as ready to fall as she was to start sobbing.

“listen,” she whispered desperately against the shell of his ear. his eyes slipped closed, and she didn’t know if it was from fear or the tears that had started to slip down his cheeks. “i don’t know what you’re going through to want to do this, i don’t know your name or who you are and i’m no one to dictate what you do with your life. but i cannot let you end it like this.”

his shoulders shook as he took in a shuddering breath.

she pulled on his shoulder gently, heart almost dropping when he turned himself around to face her suddenly. his heels hung off the ledge dangerously, hands gripping the railing looser than before. one push and he was gone. oh god.

her hands tightened around his wrists.

“listen to me,” she forced out through gritted teeth. she patted his cheek thrice, wincing at the icy skin. he looked at her then, but his eyes were blank. dead.

she was slowly losing his grip on him, both the hands on him and the mental exposure to what he was doing.

but she tried again. she gripped the back of his neck with one hand and pressed him into her as much as she could, lips against the tears slipping from his unblinking eyes.

“whatever it is that you’re going through that would drive you to do this— it’ll pass,” her voice was a mere mumble against his cheeks. he shook his head and tried to pull away but she pulled him back harder and nodded. “it will, baby. it will. but if you let go tonight, now, it’ll stay with you forever. it’s hard living when all you feel is sadness but that’s the point. you live long and hard enough to find the person, the thing that takes it away, and when it does you’re so fucking glad you didn’t push yourself off the bridge that night. that night with the blue haired girl crying against you and begging you to stop.”

“if i let go, i’ll be free.”

a sob escaped her lips at that. “if you let go of this railing, you’re letting go of hope.”

“what the fuck is hope?” he wailed, his resolve breaking. “what the fuck is it and why does it never, ever come to me?”

“you— we can find out. i can show you. hope right now is climbing off this bridge and giving yourself the chance you don’t think you deserve.”

he stared at her again, except this time it was different. his eyes glistened with unshed wetness, glazing over a flash of exactly what she’d been preaching to him about. there it was, as clear as day in his hooded eyes. hope.

she pulled on him. “come.”

and he did. he pushed himself off the ledge with the grace of an acrobat, swinging his legs one by one over the railing and falling to the ground unceremoniously. within a second, she let out the most relieved “oh,” she could ever muster and dropped onto his knees next to him, pulling him into her chest. he sobbed harder than he did at the station, hands grappling blindly for anything he could hold of her in the shadow of his misery.

“what did the world do to you,” she whispered under her breath, soft enough that only she and the wind could hear. the breeze carried her words away with it, weaving through her hair and drifting away like it was cradling the sweetest secret in its arms.

[thelastspeecher]

13 with birb guck au?

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13. Halloween costumes

Yesterday I wasn’t able to post a write for NaNoWriMo, but here it is, my fourth NaNoWriMo entry.  Birb Guck AU Stangie and their babs doing costume stuff for Halloween.

Word count: 1463

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              “Ow!”  Stan hissed in pain as he pricked himselfwith the needle.  Again.  His fingertips were raw and red from themultiple accidental stabs he’d given himself, but at least he was almost done.

              “You allright, darlin’?”  Stan looked up.  Angie had come into the living room at somepoint while Stan was sewing.  She bouncedtheir youngest child, eight-month-old Emmett, against her shoulder.  It was the only way that he could be soothedas of late.

              “Yeah,just stuck myself is all,” Stan said. Angie sat next to him on the couch, adjusting her hold on Emmett so thathe was sitting on her lap.  Stan pokedEmmett’s large nose playfully.  “Heythere, sport.”  Emmett snapped at Stan’sfinger, his tiny, sharp teeth catching on air. “Missed me.  Better luck nexttime, kiddo.”  Emmett warbled a series ofnotes eerily similar to the theme from CloseEncounters of the Third Kind.  Stanfrowned.  “When did he learn that?”

              “It wason TV the other day.”

              “But howdid he remember it?”

              “Guckscan remember songs like nobody’s business,” Angie said proudly.  She stroked the top of Emmett’s head, whichwas covered in a thin layer of gray down. Emmett closed his eyes, content.  “Whatare ya doin’ there?  Did the girlsaccidentally rip up yer clothes again or somethin’?”

              “Nah.  Just working on my Halloween costume.”

              “Wh- Stan,the kids have to stay inside!  They’re-”

              “Partalien, yeah.  But the girls can turnhuman now, and they’re going to kindergarten, and their friends have been askingabout trick-or-treating.”

              “We don’thave any Halloween costumes.”

              “Nope.  But the girls don’t need costumes,” Stansaid.  Angie cocked her head at him.  “All they gotta do is wear their feathers,and they can go shake down strangers for money like any other kid.”

              “Are- areyou suggestin’ that our half-alien children wander down the street withoutlookin’ human?” Angie asked.  Shewhistled a few notes in worry.  Stansmiled confidently at her.

              “Thepeople in this town are idiots.  Bigfootcould go knockin’ on their front door, asking to borrow a cup of sugar, andthey’d give it to him, thinking it was just a really hairy lumberjack.  And it’s Halloween, babe.  People will be expecting aliens.”

              “But-”  Angie whistled again.  Stan stifled a laugh at her admittedly cutenervous tic.  “But if we go out inpublic, and they have feathers, and then somehow, some way, someone sees me orTate or Fidds or the kids feathered later, they’ll know exactly who it is!  And the FBI will be breakin’ down our frontdoor!”

              “Babe, I’vegot this all figured out.”  Stan restedhis hand over Angie’s.  “If sometime,someone sees one of you Gucks in feathers, and it’s not during Halloween, they won’t think it’s you.  Why?  Because they saw you in feathers onHalloween!  Everybody knows that peoplewho have something to hide will keep it hidden. Only dumbasses would flaunt the things they want to keep secret.”  Emmett whistled three notes that sounded exactlylike Stan’s inflection on the word “dumbasses”. “See?  Even Emmett agrees.”

              “It- it is weirdly brilliant,” Angie saidsoftly.  She swallowed.  “But it- it goes against everything I’ve beentaught.”  She stroked Emmett’s headagain.  “Then again, our whole relationshipgoes against what I was taught as a Guckling.”

              “Exactly.”  Stan leaned over to kiss Angie on thenose.  She chuckled.  “And I’ll go out and buy some cheap chickencostumes or somethin’ for the boys.  Babycostumes pretty much cover everything, except for the eyes, but they have humaneyes anyways.  Trust me, I’ve got aplan.  No one’s gonna think that you orthe kids actually have feathers.”  Angie’sface was still drawn with worry.  “Iwouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

              “Youtried to feed Danny worms when she was a week old.”

              “Hey, I’vemade a lot stupider decisions than that,” Stan said firmly.  “That one made sense.  Baby birds eat worms.  I thought that one through.”

              “Did yathink this one through?”

              “I’vebeen planning this for two months.”

              “Thatlong, huh?”

              “Yeah.”  Stan looked down at the mass of fabric in hislap.  “I know you wanna keep the kidssafe, and I do too.  But we have to finda balance between keeping them safe and letting them be kids, y’know?  We can’t just keep ‘em inside all the time.  I figured that Halloween would be the big thingthat we can use to ease them into human interactions.”

              “They goto school.”

              “Thenstraight home, once they’re done with class for the day.”  Stan met Angie’s eyes.  In her natural state, they were pure black,as dark as obsidian.  But she was in herhuman form right now, and they were sky blue, churning with anxiety.  “I know that when you were a kid, you had tobe inside whenever any human was within spitting distance of the farm.  I wasn’t raised like that, though.  I grew up breaking curfew and bein’ a generalhoodlum.”  Angie managed a smallsmile.  “It’s good for kids to spend timeoutside with other kids, not in school.” After a moment, Angie nodded.

              “Okay.”  Her voice was soft.  “We’ll- we’ll take ‘em trick-or-treatin’.”

              “They’llbe over the moon.”  Angie noddedagain.  She rubbed her eyes.  “I promise, it’s gonna be fine.”

              “I’llhold ya to that promise.”  Loudscreeching emitted from the nursery.  “Emory’sup.”

              “Yep.”  Stan set down his costume and held out hishands.  Angie gently deposited Emmettinto his waiting arms.  Emmett looked upat Stan with wide eyes.  “Your old man isgonna hold you now.  You all right withthat?”  Emmett whistled the theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kindagain.  Stan whistled the themeback.  Emmett’s mouth dropped open inshock.  Angie chuckled.

              “I thinkyou just blew Emmett’s mind.”

              “Yeah.  I should whistle more.”

—– 

              “My mom’sgonna be happy we’re using the stroller she sent us,” Stan remarked as he buckledEmmett and his twin, Emory, into the stroller. Both infants were wearing bird costumes that covered their inhumanfeatures.

              “Daddy,you look so much like us,” Daisy said, stroking Stan’s costume.  Stan turned around and kissed the top ofDaisy’s head.

              “I’mpretty good at sewing, yeah.  And I usedfeathers I found laying around the house, which helped.”

              “That’swhat happened to all the shed feathers,” Angie remarked.  She was adjusting Danny’s coat so that it wasn’ttoo tight.  “I thought it was weird thatI didn’t need to vacuum last week.”  Shestraightened.  “Do you have your buckets,girls?”

              “Yep!”Danny and Daisy said together.  Daisythrust her jack-o-lantern-shaped basket in front of her proudly, hitting Stan’sknee.

              “Careful,honey,” Angie said.  “Don’t beat up yerfather.”

              “He cantake it,” Daisy said.  Stan laughed.  He ruffled Daisy’s head feathers.

              “That’smy girl.”  Stan looked over atAngie.  She gave off an anxious air, madeobvious by the way her canary-colored feathers were fluffed up.  “Ready to go trick-or-treating, Ang?”

              “As readyas I’ll ever be,” Angie replied, her voice shaking.  Stan moved over to her, dragging the strollerwith him.  Emory giggled and clapped hishands.  Stan put a comforting arm aroundAngie’s feather-covered shoulders.

              “It’sgonna go great, babe.  You know that,” hesaid softly.  Angie nodded.  “If it goes south, somehow, I’ll make adistraction so that you and the kids have time to get away.  But it won’t.”  Angie nodded again, this time moreconfidently.  “Hit the button, girls!”  Danny and Daisy jostled for the honor ofpressing the button by the door leading inside. Danny was successful; upon pressing it, the garage door creaked open.  Trick-or-treaters wandered the street withparents, running from house to house as they tried to collect the best possiblecandy.  One of the neighbors, theLawsons, stopped in front of the open garage.

              “Is thatthe McGucket-Pines family?” Mrs. Lawson asked.

              “Pines-McGucket,”Stan said.  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “Yourcostumes are great!” Mr. Lawson said.  “Wheredid you get them?”

              “Stanmade ‘em,” Angie answered.

              “Wow!  We should ask you to make our costumes nextyear, Stan,” Mrs. Lawson said.

              “It’llcost you,” Stan said.

              “Maybenot, then,” Mr. Lawson said.  Hechuckled.  “Have a fun Halloween!”

              “You too,”Angie said.  The Lawsons walkedaway.  Stan grinned at Angie.

              “I hateto say ‘I told you so’, but…”  Angieshoved Stan playfully.

              “Oh,please.  You never hate sayin’ that.”  Shegave him a peck on the cheek.  “Let’stake these lil buggers to get some free candy from strangers.”

              “Yeah!”Danny and Daisy shouted, running out of the garage.  “Free candy!”

              “God, Ilove those kids,” Stan said proudly.  “They’vegot their priorities straight.”

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2844

yknow how when you're cleaning the floor in the kitchen of a restaurant that fried things that there's always shit on the floor? there's bits of french fry, and bits of chicken and lettuce and tomato and some squished blueberries and pickle juice and someone's drink that spilled a week ago that nobody ever cleaned up properly? how that all stays there, even if you wash the floor, unless you squeegee it away?

that's how my brain is. the inside of my skull. the stress, the frustration, the unyielding urge to be rid of so many things. that's the shit that stays unless it gets squeegeed out. my head has never been squeegeed. all of that guck remains. it's bullshit.

i just want a break.

learned today that hours over the summer have been cut. so i definitely need a new job. i'm not going to be able to survive on half of what i make, which is already not enough. no. fuck that. fuck this.

in the meantime, i have everything else to worry about, too! it's awful and i hate it because i can't fucking think! there is no normalcy here! and i'm so fucking frustrated that nothing is okay that it's driving me even more fucking bonkers than before! let me live!!!!! fuck!!!!!!

i'm mad.

i didn't talk to joel today, but i figure he's busy because it's tuesday and he's got game on tuesdays unless they had to cancel because too many people have covid or something. it's really going around. he's been cleaning downstairs a lot, which is nice, so hopefully we'll be able to get back downstairs again. there's so much that needs to be done down there in order for it to be move-back-in-able, which is annoying but like. the last person to clean that space was me. yeah. it's been a while. you could eat off the damn floor when i was done. but because of renee's moving bullshit, it's a goddamn disaster. i would like to be able to sleep comfortably over there again. that requires a new bed anyway, but sleeping in the cool rather than a scorching room is preferred.

but today i did do laundry. mom got laundry sanitizer and i figured out how to use it, so i cleaned my laundry and i'm happy to report i now have clean undies. and clean everything else. sweats, shirts, tanks. and towels! all clean. i'm happy.

but it's 2am and i'm both hungry and need to pee, so i'll go take care of that and go pass out.

[little-kat07]

And they switched partners again. Janus and Virgil didn't move. They stayed together, Janus' hand on Virgil's waist and Virgil's hand on Janus' chest, their other hands intertwined almost painfully.

"So you came back?" Janus had hummed, the moment he brought Virgil close and took his hand. His lacy gloves felt cold and unwelcoming.

"Unfinished business," Virgil had replied, voice only a mumble as he stared across into Janus' eyes, eyes dipping down to his soft lips for only a moment.

"I wish I was the business you would finish," Janus remarked coolly. Virgil's face heated up. Damn him and saying such things like that so easily.

Switch.

Virgil tried to move, but Janus' grip just got tighter.

"Don't go, mon araignée. I missed you so," Janus whispered into his ear, voice smooth like honey. It always sounds like that when he's upset, or has a plan. Or lies.

"You're such a liar," Virgil scoffs. He glances away to other partners. Patton and Roman stood close, dancing together and giving Virgil a worried look. He needed to get out of there, and fast. "I didn't come back here for you."

"And that makes the two of us both liars."

Switch. Stay.

"So why did you come? You haven't visited your loving husband in years," Janus noted.

"My...friends wanted to," Virgil answered. "There's something of theirs in this castle."

"You know very well I wouldn't take anything from another," Janus scoffs, but it's almost teasing.

"You have Logan," Virgil answered. His voice was cold, curt. "They want him back. It's unfair that you've took him."

Switch. They stay. Patton and Roman are gone.

"Then your darling Queen shouldn't have had an affair, should he have?" Janus replied. This time it wasn't sweet. It was too sweet, with an edge of anger. It was what Virgil hated.

"Roman was away fighting...they weren't on good terms at the time...might I remind you that you seduced him?" Virgil added. His voice was low, almost angry.

"Lust is a terrible sin," Janus laments. "As is polygamy."

Switch. Virgil moves closer, an angry look in his eyes.

"We're married," Virgil shot back. "We were- We were married at the time."

"Ah. Well, legally," Janus hummed. "Legally. And legality really isn't my favorite matter."

"You're insufferable," Virgil muttered

Switch. Stay.

"They want their son back," Virgil eventually spoke. "They're...they've made up. And they want to raise him."

"But I'm raising him," Janus replied. "I'm in charge of him, I'm feeding and clothing and bathing him."

"Staff is," Virgil answered. "I'm sure of it."

Switch. They don't move. Janus dips Virgil, who squeaks in surprise and brings himself flush to Janus in a response, not wanting to risk that again.

"Staff doesn't help," he answered. "I take care of my child all on my own."

Everything seemed to go so fast. But this was the plan. Distract Janus while the Queen and King of Hearts retrieve their soon-to-be son.

Switch, stay, switch, stay, switch...it didn't seem to end. By the time Virgil had made his way to have a drink, he was exhausted and hie feet hurt.

Janus joined him, not wanting his araignée to even think about leaving. Not with them. Not again.

"Why are you following me," Virgil mutters under his breath. The kind of way he knew Janus would hear.

"Wouldn't want you getting too drunk," Janus replied. "You may just have to spend the night with me, and then where would we be?" he asked, rhetorical and teasing.

"Shut up."

"You used to say that to me sometimes, before we went to bed together."

"I don't want to hear about this."

Janus froze. Only for a moment. Then he got this awful smile on his face. "That's too bad, araignée."

OH MY

OH

OH MY GOD...

thay're so gay they're so gay what happened where is logan what's going on why are they married arecthey divorced pr stupid what the guck what the fuck what the fuvk

[humanities-angstiest]

Know I’m Lying

Sooo...I wrote klangst. First time posting on tumblr so fingers crossed I don’t format wrong or whatever.

Tags: Keith/Lance, Established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, thats pretty much all this is, sad keith and good boyfriend lance

The breaths stuttered in and out of him, sharp and singular and not deep enough to do his lungs any good. It hurt to the point that not breathing at all seemed the better option, at least until he could regulate it. Still, Keith gasped for air, clutching the cotton fabric over his chest uselessly with trembling hands. The space surrounding his body was too open, the air at his back unable to support or protect him. From what? Keith didn’t know. The world, probably, just to cover all his bases. He slid off the edge of his and Lance’s bed and onto the floor, his back against the firm mattress as he curled inward to make himself smaller. Keith cursed himself for spiraling into self-pity but continued to sob hideously and unapologetically in the empty apartment.

The panic — stupid, illogical panic — sharpened his thoughts, racing from reason A all the way to reason Z for why Lance would leave him. He already did leave, Keith’s mind helpfully reminded him. Walked right out their apartment door twenty-four minutes ago.

The gross sobbing abated as exhaustion set in, leaving Keith calm enough to reflect on why he was breaking down in the first place. He roughly wiped away the wetness under his eyes and inhaled as deeply as he could through his stuffy nose. Of course Lance wanted to get dinner with their friends. They hadn’t hung out all together in three weeks, too busy with exams and part-time jobs to relax for a meal together. Keith, however, did not. Not tonight. The thought of seeing their friends after time apart built an icky feeling in Keith’s chest, a dark sludgy glob of guck clogging his insides and pressing too hard against his heart. Hunk and Pidge were good friends, he had fun when he hung out with them. These reminders did nothing to filter out the guck.

Keith knew this mood of his was irrational but he indulged it. He didn’t want to leave the apartment. He didn’t want to be around people, didn’t want to monitor his facial expressions and focus on holding a conversation. There was an unfounded fear that too much time had passed and Hunk and Pidge weren’t his friends anymore. Dinner with them would be awkward as they worked to reconnect. It was easier to back out of plans.

Calming himself to reflect reopened the floodgates because at the end of memory lane was the memory of Lance and him fighting. Lance wouldn’t understand; he loved being around people. Not Keith. Some days, like today, the thought of going out in public and having thousands of eyes pass over him was too daunting. Keith knew they didn’t care, no one was closely scrutinizing him. It didn’t matter what he wore or if he tripped when he walked; anyone who saw him would forget in a minute. Logic didn’t stop his thoughts from convincing him he would be a spectacle, observed by everyone and picked apart under their eyes. It was his mind picking him apart, his voice saying the nasty things, but the faces were random, an endless crowd armed with the self-deprecating thoughts his mind supplied.

Lance didn’t understand why Keith was adamant about staying in the apartment and avoiding Hunk and Pidge because Keith didn’t explain. How could he explain that, at least for today until his thoughts could be contained and shoved back in a dark corner of his mind, he could not spend time with their friends and enjoy it? From Lance’s point of view, his boyfriend was being selfish, wanting them to cancel plans and stay home because Keith didn’t feel like going out. That was the nicer word Keith imagined Lance used for him. He already forgot the words Lance shouted at him before storming out, a small blessing his mind afforded him, but it didn’t let him forget how he shouted at Lance to leave. Keith’s words echoed in his head. His voice, angry and seemingly unsympathetic to Lance’s desire to see their friends, telling Lance he didn’t want him around. His eyes told a different story, begging Lance to ignore the words he was too proud to take back. It made no difference what his eyes said. Lance left to get dinner with Hunk and Pidge, leaving Keith to crumble when the finality of the door closing behind the blue-eyed male settled into the stifling quiet of the apartment.

Lance wasn’t coming back. Why would he? What did Keith offer him, except hurtful words? Keith was a mess. It only made sense for Lance to leave him. Lance was sunlight. Warmth emanated from him like a beacon, drawing people in. His warmth could be calming or energizing, but it always brought joy. If Lance was sunlight, Keith was moonlight. Some degree of chilly depending on the season, making a person not want to be in it for long. Lance leaving him was inevitable, because Keith would never leave Lance and Lance would never stay with someone like him.

Air once again evaded Keith’s lungs. His nails dug into his crossed arms and he rocked slightly, pitifully attempting to comfort himself. The sound of gasping sobs interspersed with hiccups filled his ears, covering the sound of the front door opening, bags dropping, and Lance frantically shouting his name as the Cuban ran towards the source of the noise.

Hands gripped Keith’s strongly, prying them off his arms but leaving behind crescent marks. Keith looked up from under his bangs to see his boyfriend’s worried frown. Tears were gathering in the corners of Lance’s eyes. He was a sympathetic crier, and that fact almost made Keith laugh but his dark thoughts weren’t done with him yet and the only thing he could think about was how Lance probably came to pack a bag to stay at Hunk’s until he found another place to live and was too good-hearted to leave when he found his ex crying on the floor of their room.

“Hey, Keith. Keith, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Shh, I’m right here. Shh.” Keith’s sobs grew louder at the familiar pet name. When Lance removed Keith’s vicious grip on himself he kept Keith’s hands grasped in his, but Keith moved them to Lance’s shoulders, sliding down to strong biceps and then pushing into the space between arms and torso to wrap around Lance’s back. Keith fell forward into Lance’s chest, partly from his own movement and partly from Lance pressing them tightly together.

“Babe, shh. Please don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing you cry.” Lance rocked them, making hushing sounds against Keith’s ear until the black-haired male’s tear ducts ran dry and his breathing calmed to an acceptable rate of inhales to exhales.

“Keith?”

Keith snuggled against Lance’s chest, his voice a rasping whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Lance sighed. “It was a stupid fight.” Lance rubbed his hand up and down Keith’s back before shifting away to stand up. At the look of returning panic on Keith’s face, Lance knelt down and cupped Keith’s cheek in his palm.

“Hey, we’re fine. I was just going to make sure the take-out is okay. I may have dropped it in the entryway when I heard you crying.” Lance shrugged a shoulder with a small smile.

Keith released a stuttering sigh, tilting his head into Lance’s palm and placing a gentle kiss against the warm skin. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Lance frowned. “We already apologized. It was a dumb fight. I should have listened better when you said you didn’t feel like going out. I know you wouldn’t blow Hunk and Pidge off if everything was fine.” Lance’s eyes traveled up and down Keith’s curled form.

“I’m sorry.” Lance’s eyes widened at the crack in Keith’s voice and the silent tears slipping down his red-tinted cheeks.

“Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Lance brushed his hand through Keith’s soft hair, focusing on keeping the tremble out of his hand. He had never seen Keith this distraught, and it scared him because he caused it.

When Lance angrily left the apartment half an hour ago, the cool night air soothed him on his walk. Even for him, being around people could get exhausting. But the night was quiet, gentle, distant enough to let him breathe and think while still encompassing him in its soft glow. He loved it.

Keith had been reserved all day, more so than usual, though it didn’t strike Lance as odd until now, after their fight. Keith was whining four days ago about stupid exams keeping friends apart and how he really needed to tell Pidge about this documentary on deep sea creatures he watched, so Lance should have realized that his refusal to meet Hunk and Pidge for dinner was not Keith’s standard reluctance to go out.

Lance texted Hunk to cancel and changed his course, stopping by the Korean restaurant Keith loved to order take-out. As he waited for their food, he wondered what Keith was doing back at the apartment. Lance imagined him grouchily sitting on the couch, flipping through channels and yelling to the wind that Lance was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad boyfriend.

Would Keith even want him to come back? He did yell for Lance to leave. But at the same time… Lance sighed upon the realization that Keith was subconsciously testing him. Keith was too simple and good for tactics like that, but regardless, the gauntlet was thrown down and Keith waited to see who Lance would choose, his boyfriend or their friends. And Lance didn’t realize until too late. Keith would never ask Lance to pick him over Hunk and Pidge. All Keith wanted was for Lance to stay with him tonight because their friends would still be there tomorrow.

Glad that he figured this out now instead of in the middle of dinner with Hunk and Pidge, Lance added a small skip to his step as he walked home, ready to share take-out with his boyfriend and cuddle on the couch. He wasn’t ready to find his boyfriend a hyperventilating mess on their bedroom floor.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here, Keith. We’ve fought worse than this. I’m still right here. You and me, ‘kay?”

Keith sniffled and wiped his tears away, shivering slightly from the coldness inside him. Lance removed his green jacket and draped it over Keith’s shoulders, helping Keith slide his arms in. Lance smiled warmly at his small boyfriend pulling the edges of the jacket closed with sleeve-covered hands.

Lance shuffled so he sat back against the bed and pulled the tear-stained male into his lap. Keith sunk down until his head rested on Lance’s shoulder.

“You and me, Keith. I’m not going anywhere.”