#he needs to be thrown across the street and into the trash 2 be eaten by vultures

[little-mimikyuwu]

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[frekydeki]

Much Like Lightning

Summary: You were once someone who would laugh at the one bozo in seven hundred thousand that got struck by lightning... Except now, you are that bozo. Add to that the fact that you get thrown back into time where the comfy dungeon you're stuck in is visited by a certain earl and his butler, and the Queen of England decides they're the only ones fit to babysit you, makes your bad luck like a nice little sundae on a good ole rainy Sunday. You happen to fall in love with the sinfully beautiful butler and accidentally earn the affections of others along the way; hey, just think of it as the cherry on top of your very unlucky sundae.

Pairing: (Reader x Various) (Reader x Sebastian, more specifically)

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4: Upcoming

Dripping...    What's dripping?    Rain... Right, it was raining before...    Before what?    ...    Oh well... Something stinks too... Oh god, is that you? Are you the source of that strong smell of dirt, rain, sweat, and a faint hint of trash? You groan, trying to will your sore muscles to move so you could grab a shower. But that works against you too; the skin on your back screams at you to just fucking stop moving because it's threatening to tear in half with any movement. The smell of blood doesn't reach your nose until that moment. Where's that smell coming from?

Despite every fiber in your being telling you that it was the worst possible idea, you push yourself up gingerly anyways; another prime example of your terrible judgement and stubborness. You let out a raspy sob as that aching pain spreads to the rest of your body. You open your eyes, finding that darkness is all that welcomes you. What? Are you blind now too? You wouldn't put that past your luck. Your trembling hand - covered in dirt, you can feel the pebbles against your wet skin - reaches to your back to find your shirt burned away, and hanging on by little threads... And the skin of your back, bumpy, torn; you can't tell much but something isn't right. What the fuck is going on? Your energy to find out is practically sapped from you now that you've tried to check your upper back and found absolutely no answers. You don't even want to lay down, knowing how much pain that's going to send to your already twisting stomach. "H-Hey." You call to absolutely no one. Jeeze! You're in a very alarming situation, possibly in the basement of the new Ted Bundy, maybe in hell, and the first thing you think to say is "Hey"? You still continue on with a croaked, "Where am I?" Who are you even talking to? Despite you kicking your own ass over how stupid it is for you to be talking to no one in particular, you know it's all you can really do. You don't want to move because of your back, but you also don't know what is surrounding you... Maybe it's like in the Saw movies where there's traps everywhere and if you move an inch to your left you'll be eaten by sharks. Heaviness sinks into your chest as your head falls; bad idea because even that movement sends pain down your spine. What are you going to do? Your face contorts as a sob rocks your body, and your hands try to take a fist full of the cobblestone ground beneath you. "Please..." You whine through your childish crying. You can't help it, you're paralyzed in fear. "Help me." You know that burn in your lungs anywhere as shivers run up your arms and your cheeks set on fire. The shortness of breath. The hollowing of your head, to where there's nothing up there except fear. The feeling of a bag being placed over your head, and you can't even tear it off to make it feel better. "H..." You huff out, without breath. "Help me." You mouth. You keep your eyes wide open, trying to see if light will come in the wider you hold them. "Help me." You repeat just under a whisper. Can no one hear you? Another sob strangles the little breath you have from you. You're desperate. "Help me!" You scream, loud enough for God to hear you from where ever you are. Loud enough to feel like you tore the lining of your throat. "Help me!" You scream again. Is no one really going to come? Can no one really hear you? Light. Just a little bit of warmth. Another person. Before you know it, the only sound between you and that man is the sound of your sobbing. "Please..." You drink in the light pouring from around him, pushing away your tears with the dirty ball of your palms. "Help me." "Fetch the master." The man whispers. "The woman has woken." Your breath leaves you as he moves to close the door. No. "Please..." You whimper. But he tears his eyes from yours; what has that word ever mattered when it's coming from your chapped lips? You stare at where his sharp features once were; pink lips parted, blue eyes nearly falling from their sockets they were so wide, feet set apart as if he were ready for you to attack him like a rabid dog any second... He was... Scared of you? Your body crumbles under the weight in your chest. You wrap your arms around your head, cradling your throbbing body... Is this... How you'll die? If this is all you'll be able to do with the extra time you were given, why didn't He just take you when he took your parents? And you submit to the helplessness eating away at your chest and head. What else can you do? What else can you do but cry? Cry and wait to die... It's all you can do now that you're chained somewhere in someone's wet basement. "She's in here, My Lord." You hear before the door opens slowly, and another silhouette stands in it, watching you like you were a demon... Wait. A smile cracks onto your lips before it falls with another sob. You rub away your tears aimlessly, relieved that your fear is shaking away into irritation. And then, you begin laughing... What the actual hell is this? Is this a joke? Is someone pulling a joke on you? What kind of fucked up joke is this? For Christ's sake your back is burned all to hell - at least that's what you're going with - and they think now is a good time to play dress up? "What the hell are you doing?" You snap before the boy can even introduce himself. "You think this is a good idea? I'm wounded and you think it's a good idea to throw me in your basement and play around a little? You think it's okay to take just any girl who's passed out on the street and take her to play dress up?" You rant, tears still pouring down your face. The boy draws back, his face flabbergasted at your explosive behavior. But you just don't care; you're hurting and you need to be at a hospital. The boy sucks in a long breath through his nose, and opens his one eye to watch you strongly. "My name is-" "Ciel Phantomhive, yeah, I get it. And he's your butler Sebastian; he's a demon and you're sad. Great outfits, now let me out of here so I can get help." You snap angrily. Silence runs between them. "Please." You plead strongly, tears still thick on your face, and you show him the chain biting at your reddening skin on your ankle. You look up to them, and then to the red eyes on the butler; they look mighty convincing, though. "How do you know my name?" "Basically everyone knows the name kid." "I'll cut you a deal," the boy begins, "You tell me everything you know, and I'll spare your life." "Like what? The recipe to Martha Stewart's special christmas cookies?" You cry at the boy. "Or would you like to know who killed your parents?" His eye widens greatly, but you could care less about how he's reacting to your harsh words. You press your hand over your eyes, and then pinch the bridge of your nose. "Listen, kid. I'll cut you a better deal. You let me go, and we'll call it even. You kidnap me, in return I get set free... No harsh feelings." Yikes... This kid sure does take his costume seriously cause that sure looks like a real revolver pointed at your head right now. "Tell me what you know about my parents death." Your shocked expression quickly falls away to annoyance as your brows pinch together and your upper lip lifts in a slight snarl. You smack his hand away from you, almost in a scolding manner, and point your finger at him, ignoring the gun skidding across the floor. "You shouldn't be playing around with things like that! Guns are dangerous! You could seriously hurt somebody with one of those!" The boy turns away - after thoroughly examining with a narrow eyed glare and flaring nostrils - and walks towards his butler, who watches you with unashamed amusement on his attractive features. "Sebastian." The butler bows to the boys wordless command. "Yes, my lord." Your entire being ices over as you watch the mans eyes begin to glow... Man... Those contacts... Are really... Those seem pretty real... "Hey! You know what? Now that you think about it my back isn't hurting at all, "That's a lie, "So, I'll take your deal. But, maybe... We switch it up a little... Huh?" You glance nervously between the two. "You, Mr. Phantomhive, get me out of here, maybe give me a little Tylenol, and maybe call off Mr. Sebastian too. And then, I will tell you everything I know. How about that?" You smile up to the two, relieved to see the boy considering your proposal. "Fine, but if you don't, Sebastian won't hesitate to kill you." You suck in a breath between your teeth. "You know, I sure wouldn't doubt it. Mr. Sebastian seems to have good taste in souls to eat and people to kill." You nervously babble as the butler chuckles at you and they leave. You heave out a terrified breath as you're shut away in that darkness again; oddly enough you almost prefer this than having that boy and man in front of you interrogating you like that. If you're down here a little longer, surely you don't have any wounds deep enough that they won't scab over. So, you should be fine if you just play along a little and then head home after having tea; the worst part? You hate tea. But as your father used to say, life is hell, and then you die. So, suffer here, suffer there, and it all pays off! Your forced enthusiasm dies as quickly as a stone falls when you throw it. What the hell are you going to do? What the hell is going on? All in all, what the hell? You jump as the door is opened, and the butler stands there with a candle, clean clothes, and medical supplies. Even better, you guess. You look away from him slowly. He closes the door and walks to you, examining the burns across your back. "My, my... What caused these wounds?" You sigh. "Lightning." "Surely not!" "If you can be a demon, I can be struck by lightning, I guess." You listen to the butler. "My lady, I merely one hell of a butler." You giggle dryly. "I've heard that one many times before, Sebastian." He begins to pull away the fabric from your skin, ever so gently. Silence engulfs you as he begins to clean your burns, much to your agony. "So..." You force out, "Are you really... Ya know... A demon?" "Where would you get that idea?" "Wild guess?" You turn to look at him, his red eyes surprisingly deep in the candlelight. "If you believe me to be a demon, why aren't you scared?" You watch him and smile before turning away. "I think there's a lot more to be scared of than a demon..." "Oh?" You nod and flinch as he begins to put some type of cold creme on your back. "Plus you don't strike me as the type of me to hurt a young lady over nothing." He chuckles as he begins to wrap bandages around you. You can feel the cold radiating off Sebastian's body, your tongue becoming thick as you think, perhaps... Maybe he isn't fake. Maybe this really is Sebastian Michaelis. The Sebastian whom you've been dreaming of marrying for years, the one who you've written cringy fanfiction for, and read even more of. That would mean, of course, that the Ciel you just met, is real too... And you were so unkind to him... After all he's been through. Your chest tightens even more and you grip your arms with white knuckles... You'll apologize if the situation calls for it. Then again, he might just be a brat and not deserve it. "This gown is given by the queen. Will you need help dressing?" Sebastian asks. Your cheeks heat quickly as you take the clothing gingerly and shake your head. Stopping short, you look at the corset, and the several different pieces... What the hell are all of these things? If you dress yourself with this shit, you're going to march out of this room looking like Ariel in that torn sail cloth... You'll look like you were professionally dressed by a seagull; you grind out a heavy sigh. Are you going to loose all of your honor in one night? "Sebastian?" You call to his retreating form. Your head hangs as you try and hide the blush rushing over your cheeks. Why you're embarrassed, you're not sure. After all, Sebastian has probably been with a lot of women, so it's not like he's never seen it before... And it's not like he'd be interested in you in any possible sense. So, no worries, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Looking to meet his purring eyes, consumed in pleasure -if you are reading him correctly - with the way you were looking at him so shyly, is a huge mistake. But you can't take it back now. "I don't know how... Any of this works..." "What ever do you mean?" He questions with a smile, which is more than just a pleasantry smile; he is enjoying himself... A lot. "I've never worn a dress..." You look away from him and to the ground before shooting your eyes back to his, "Like this, at least." You clarify. He raises his eye brow. "I need your help." You mumble. He smiles, his eyes damn near starting to glow with pleasure as he bows and assures you he will help you. You hold your breath the entire time he dresses you, ignoring the goosebumps you get when his hand brushes your skin, or the way he is standing just a little closer than he needs to be. Your eyes narrow; he's doing it on purpose. "There." He sighs, stepping back to admire his handy work. You grab the candle and hand it to him with your lips pursed. "Thank you." You grumble to him. Sebastian takes the candle with a pleasant smile on his pale lips as well as his eyes on fire along with the candles. Sheesh, he sure does take amusement out of small things; like a child. Easily excited. You shake your head as you follow him from the room, down the hall up a stair case, a thousand turns, and you're standing in... "Is this the... Royal Palace?" You wheeze. "Of course." Sebastian assures as he leads you down a long corridor, lavishly decorated with gold and purple and portraits of nobles and royals. You look out the window and stare outside. Where's all the cars? Why are there only horses and carriages? You're plastered to the window, looking at the women in dresses and men in top hats and how no one had a cell phone out... "Sebastian?" "My lady?" "What year is it?" "1888." Your wide eyes, hollow in disbelief, turn to him slowly. "You're sure?" He watches you, his expression blank of all emotion except the slight raise in his brow telling you that he thinks you're entirely insane. "Of course." You nod and swallow; this is not good at all. A nervous smile cracks across your lips slowly, and you nod again. "Right. I guess the strike must have shaken me a little more than I thought." That's a damn understatement. He smiles sweetly at you and begins to show you the rest of the way to the large drawing room, where Ciel and the queen sit, chatting over sweets and tea. "My dear! I am so very glad to see you awake! And to see you looking so beautiful in that old gown of mine warms my heart greatly! You must be very tired. Please, come and sit. Let this old woman get a good look at that face of yours." You stare at the silver haired woman, the crown on her head; you don't know how to act around a queen. Shoot, you barely even know how to act around other humans... Deciding to bow your head lightly and take the seat her gloved hands are held out to, you watch Ciel with a critical eye. This boy in front of you has the ability to end your life in a second if he wishes it. And he is also so unnaturally adorable you could just pinch his cheeks and scream. "Are you hungry?" The queen asks. "Not at all, your highness." "Your accent, you're from the colonies?" Mouth in a thin line, you nod and smile shyly. "How did you find yourself here on the outskirts of London?" You look down to the cup of tea being placed in your hand by Sebastian. You swallow thickly before turning your eyes back to hers and smiling away the confusion. "On a boat. I remember that! But, my lady, I forgot entirely what I came to visit for." "Oh dear! How troublesome." Sipping the tea with a sour face, you put down the cup just as Temaki from Ouran Highschool Host Club taught you; pinky first, turn to the side. "What is your name?" "(Y/N) (L/N)." "You must not have a place to stay." You shake your head and look to your hands. "I do not. But, I'll find my way!" "On my honor I should not leave you to brave those cold streets alone, being as cute as you are you'd be snatched up by hungry wolves in the matter of seconds!" The queen scoffs before taking a bite of her cookie. "Your highness?" You ask, confused by what she means. "You know Earl Phantomhive well. He explained the situation to me fully. You were to come here and see him on business, but you went missing as soon as your boat landed. Since you have forgotten your duties I shall send you to stay with him so he may enlighten you. He will watch over you well, I know it." Drawing your mouth into a thin line, you look to the sneering boy with half lidded eyes; it's too much. "I couldn't impose on him so!" You try and deny him with waving hands in front of you, but Sebastian silences you quickly. "It is our honor to have you." You meet their eyes; ah, the deal. Staring at your hands, you decide now is your turn to move your first chess piece. He wants to know everything he can about future events. Use your knowledge to your advantage, and you'll be safe... However, if you're too quick to talk, you might ruin the entire timeline. From all the sci-fy novels you've read, you know how detrimental it is that you don't alter events. Guidance. Play hard to get. You smile at the two with shut eyes. "Of course." The butler returns your smile; you're screwed. Unequivocally screwed.

[chubbychasershortstories]

Early Lessons - Chapters 5, 6 & 7

Chapter 5: Linda, John and Butch

There was a sweet girl about my age working at BK at that time named Linda. She always seemed to smile through the grueling work and I had no idea how she managed it. I worked really hard, but I wasn’t particularly happy while doing it.

We ended a dinner shift together at 10pm and as we left, we headed down the same street. I offered to escort her home as we didn’t live in the safest of neighborhoods. She accepted, thanking me, and asked me in when we made it to her apartment.

We chatted and got to know each other better while sipping on sodas. She was a very warm and caring person. I suddenly had a strange urge and just blurted it out, “I’m gay.” I had never admitted this to anyone I wasn’t in love with. Her response was, “Wow, I’ve never had a gay friend before.” She called me a friend on our first meeting and it felt great. She seemed totally intrigued and asked me questions I hadn’t even considered and couldn’t really answer, given my limited experience.

She opened up to me too and told me she was almost 18 now and had been kicked out of her home for dating someone her parents disapproved of vehemently. The two were married in a civil ceremony 2 months later and shared this apartment. He worked construction on a 10 days out - 4 days in schedule. I really liked John when we met and the three of us would party together and shoot pool at a nearby hall.

Linda had already explained to John that she had a gay friend now and he took it in stride and never made any untoward comments about it. I really respected him for that. We were in Texas after all. The second time we met, John gave me a hug when he got home right after giving Linda a hug and a kiss. He thanked me for being a good friend to Linda. He said he felt better about leaving her alone knowing I would be there for her. It felt really good to have close friends from whom I didn’t need to hide anything about myself. It felt very liberating.

I soon met Linda’s ‘lover on the side’, Butch. He was a reform school kid about our age. He had a very lanky build, weighing barely more than I. He had reform school tattoos that looked horrible and a peculiar haircut with the straight bangs cut at an angle across his face, high to low. He was an exhibitionist as well and I ended up watching him plow Linda with his massive cock on the day we met. Massive didn’t cover it. His cock looked to be 14 inches in length and as thick as a can of beer. I’m not exaggerating. Linda had her head thrown back in a rapturous pose. Butch kept looking back at my awed expression and looked quite pleased with himself at my stunned reaction. Afterward, he would often come by my garage apartment on his own to chat and party and we had a decent friendship of our own going.

John’s current work project finished before the 10-day mark. He arrived home at mid-day unexpectedly and heard a huge commotion in the bedroom. Butch had barely scrambled out the 2nd story window leaving the screen in tatters. John pressed Linda for what was going on and why the window had no screen left.

I heard a knock on my door. It was John with Linda in tow. She was staring at the ground. “Did you just jump out of my bedroom window?” he asked, incredulously. Linda had fumbled for her explanation on his return and resorted to accusing me since John knew I would not have been screwing her behind his back. She really didn’t want to admit to the truth.

I answered, “No?” wondering where the question would have come from. Then the pieces fell into place in my mind. “You LIED to me!” he directed at Linda as she started to cry. “Who WAS it?!?”

I asked them to come inside and talk about it. I don’t know where I found the “wisdom” having no experience, but I sat them down and walked through having them explain what their needs and expectations were. I told them I could feel that they belonged together and that they should work on accommodating each other’s needs to make their marriage work. Otherwise, one or both of them would be suffering until they would inevitably have to break it off. They agreed and worked out a new set of boundaries that they could both accept so that they could remain together in a more honest arrangement. They both hugged me hard and thanked me before leaving for home, hand in hand. Who would have thought that an inexperienced, gay 16-year-old could be a successful marriage counselor?

Chapter 6: The Descent

At work, I continued to outpace every other worker with at least twice the production. I learned my work ethic with my first job at age 5 reclaiming salvaged bricks from demolitions with a hand hatchet and huge screwdriver for a penny a brick.

I had been closing on the weekends for 3 years now. I always hustled while others plodded overnight. I was a smoker and really needed at least a drag or two but wasn’t going to ask for a break. So, I had my smoke in my mouth and lighter in hand as I hustled out the back door with another full trash bin on wheels, headed towards the dumpster in the back of the parking lot. Without missing a beat, I lit the cigarette and enjoyed a partial smoke while quickly dumping the trash and bouncing back. I stomped the smoke out in stride as I hit the back door buzzer.

The closing manager was a tall, skinny Hispanic guy who really didn’t like me for some reason. I think it was straight up racism, but I had tolerated his “white boy” comments and extra assignments without protest. He called me into the tiny back office as soon as I cleared the door. “There was a District Manager parked down the block and he saw you smoking and told me I needed to fire you right now.”

It was 3:30am and I knew he was lying and that he had seen me go out prepped for my partial smoke and was just using the situation to harass me again.

“I know you’re a fucking liar, but here, let me save you the trouble.” I spit my words and pulled my dorky BK uniform off in one motion and threw it into his chest and left. I had another kitchen job in 2 days. Unfortunately, they failed to let me know it was only seasonal and would end with the University’s home-game football season. To my complete surprise, I was laid off in mid-December. This time the job market sucked and no one was hiring. I was set to lose my lease on New Year’s Day.

Chapter 7: Rock Bottom with Butch and Richard

When I let Butch know I was unemployed and about to be homeless, he talked with his roommate and benefactor Richard. Richard decided to take me in, as he had Butch, although neither of us had any resources. He said it would be fine. He laughed and told me I could ‘sing for my supper’ and sleep on the couch. He liked my jokes and loved to hear me play and sing. Richard was very average looking and about 23 years old, I believe.

I was wondering how he could be so generous on his meager salary as an electronics assembler at the Texas Instruments plant. He arrived home on the afternoon of our first Friday as a household grinning like the Cheshire Cat holding his $120.00 weekly paycheck. How could he be so pumped to be holding a weekly check that only covered a third of the rent on his 2-bedroom apartment? I soon found out.

“Come on!” he shouted on the way to his old beater of a car. We piled in and drove by the bank to cash his check then on to his “connection’s” place. With $100.00, he purchased 20 ¼ gram packets of what I later learned was some of the purest crystal meth to hit the city in ages. They called it ‘Crank’. I was clueless but didn’t let on. We sped over to Party A and quickly unloaded the stash for $200.00. We repeated the process, doubling up leaving Party A with $400.00. Back we went to purchase twice the volume then and headed to Party B. $800.00, then $1600.00. I couldn’t believe what I was a part of. I had seen the stuff being snorted at Party A, but at Party B the product seemed to disappear into a back room where the door was always kept closed. I found out later that the users in the backroom at Party B were injecting the stuff. 7 of the IV users migrated to Richard’s apartment to continue the action. I had been given lots to drink and smoke at these parties and was fairly well lit when we got home around 1am.

There was a guy that I was attracted to among the 7 tagalongs. Feeling very uninhibited, I was deep in conversation with him when Butch moved into my side with his back to me while grabbing my right arm off the back of the couch securing it out of my sight in front of him. I tried to finish a thought I was expressing to the cute chubby guy when I felt a sting at the crease of my elbow. Butch held my arm tightly so I couldn’t move. Without my knowledge or consent, Butch and Richard had just mainlined me with 5 of the individual user packets worth of the stuff prepped for a syringe, 1.25 grams. This was apparently my “cut” of the action, along with $50.00 cash.

Before I could get an explanation, the solution pumped through my heart and up to my brain. It felt like being strapped to a rocket. I could feel my rapid, pounding pulse at my temples, ears and neck. After maybe 15 minutes, the initial rush was replaced by a complete sense of euphoria that lasted the majority of 2 days before subsiding. Day 3 was HELL. Every cell in my body ached and yearned. I was grateful that the supply was exhausted or I would have begged, borrowed or stolen for another dose to regain the euphoric effect.

Butch and I were home alone having not slept or eaten yet on Monday, Day 3. That’s when I found out that Butch was Bi. He asked if I would have sex with him. He told me he had wanted to ever since his exhibition show with Linda. He had helped me out of a tight jam and I felt obligated but uninspired as I agreed to try. I warned him there was no way I could take it like Linda had. He assured me he didn’t expect that. Surprisingly, he wanted me to screw him. Try as I might, I couldn’t get my equipment to function for him in my compromised and unenthused state and he settled for a combination BJ and two-handed jerk. I could barely get the head of it in my mouth while guarding my teeth. The experience made me feel hollow inside. I vowed to never have that sort of sex again. Neither Butch nor Richard were my type and I figured they’d expect me to pay for my room and board by having sex with at least one if not both of them. I knew I couldn’t continue down this road. Staying with Butch and Richard would turn me into a meth addicted sex toy.

Stay tuned. More to come.

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Flower Petals

Hello Everyone! 

This is my entry for Kirimina week day 2, Hanahaki Disease. I hope you like this!

It started in the winter, close to the end of his first year at UA, it was a weird occurrence, something odd that shouldn’t happen. Yet, there she was standing at the school’s cafeteria by himself lining up to buy his food when a single flower petal came out of his mouth.

He coughed making the petal fall into the hand he had empty leaving nothing but a burning sensation on his throat like if he had thrown up the half-eaten sandwich on his right hand. Kirishima observed the pink petal with a slight frown letting it fall from his hand and reach the floor on slow motion wondering if it actually came from his mouth or if it was the remnants of some failed confession.

Kirishima was fully aware how late it was for a quirk to manifest itself, not to mention he was finally perfectly happy with his own, what kind of bizarre quirk made the user spit flower petals. It simple was odd, not to mention pretty useless for a hero. Jumping around making a flower canon out of his mouth was embarrassing, and he doubted any person that called themselves a threat to mankind would be terrified by something like that.

Taking another bite from his sandwich he resumed his previous activity, observing Mina Ashido in the recess. Ever since she had practically announced to him that he was now her horn buddy (He was still unsure of what she meant by that) seeing her at lunch became something usual for him every time he went to the cafeteria. However, if anyone ever asked, and luckily no one had, he wasn’t looking at her, he had no reason to do so.

Even when that was something he assured to himself nearly every day, he could easily call  at least five reasons why he would be staring at her. It was difficult for him to be able to acknowledge the fact that his feelings for her went beyond those a friend should feel for another. As he began listing those reasons at the top of his head, he got into another coughing fit, this time calling attention to himself from everyone near him. The coughs were painful and didn’t stop until a flower came out of his mouth.

The fact that a flower had directly come out of him left the boy stunned, like if his brain had lost any capacity of rational thinking. No one had noticed the flower coming out of his mouth but al large group of students threw him annoyed glances. He threw one look at Mina, whose eyes seemed to be concerned after noticing his coughing fit.

As if on queue, a sudden wave of coughing came over him followed by flowers that came out of his mouth. He couldn’t react properly looking at the pink rose in the floor.

Shocked, Kirishima ran out of the cafeteria leaving a trace of petals behind himself that escaped between his fingers no matter how much he covered his mouth. He went to the infirmary as fast as he could he needed to fin a quick way to fix his problem. Taking his hand away from his mouth he was able to see a few drops of blood in his palm; opening the door at once, he collapsed on one of the beds under Recovery Girl’s gaze who had done nothing but paperwork the entire day.

Sighing the woman stood up from her chair and touched the teenager’s forehead noticing there wasn’t any trace of fever. After checking him a bit more she noticed there wasn’t any signs of something abnormal in his body. Meditating, she resolved it would be better if she waited some time to see if he woke up, if he didn’t she would have to take extra measures.

The door opened after she finished her exam on the boy and this time a pink haired girl came after. She rushed to the boy noticing he was unconscious

-Is he alright?- She asked alarmed unsure if she could touch him or not.

-I’m not sure- Recovery girl admitted -Did you notice anything abnormal in him? His vital signs seemed normal but he collapsed as soon as he arrived-

-I don’t know- Mina admitted sitting in the bed next to the one Kirishima was laying in -He rushed out of the cafeteria and it got me worried, He even left a trace of flowers behind himself-

-A trace of flowers?- Recovery Girl questioned opening the door to look the hallway, noticing, in fact, there was a trace of flowers indicating the path the teenager had taken to get there.

-Very well, there are a few more exams I need to do, and you have to leave for class- The old woman said leaving the door open for the teenage girl to return to class.

-But I wanted to stay to see a full body examination- Mina joked, the other woman in the room cleared her throat after sighing in disappointment -Fine, fine, I was only joking- Mina raised her arms in defeat standing up from the hospital bed to leave for the door, not without casting a worried glance at the boy before she closed the door.

Now Recovery Girl was almost sure what the boy had, but to be certain she had to wait for the redhaired to wake up so she could ask him a few questions that would verify her suspicion. It was lucky enough she only had to wait half an hour before the boy woke up slowly, lifting his body from the bed to sit on the edge of it.

-What happened?- It took Kirishima a few seconds to adjust himself to suddenly waking up in the school’s infirmary, he then recalled the events that led him to end up there in the first place.

-A classmate of yours told me you left a trace of flowers on your way here.- Recovery Girl mentioned directly- Could you tell me what happened before this began?- Recovery girl asked, she needed to be certain of the origin of the disease, if it was what she suspected there was nothing her quirk could do.

-Man, I don’t know- Kirishima sighed sitting at the edge of the bed. -I was just at the cafeteria looking at…-A faint blush covered his cheeks making him avoid looking at the former hero, the nurse looked at him expecting an answer noticing how his face suddenly twisted in pain and he brought the bucket closer to himself.

Getting into a coughing fit, two flowers a yellow daffodil and an acacia of the same color came out of his mouth followed by a few droplets of blood. Recovery girl’s curiosity only peaked well aware of the two flowers’ meaning

-Thinking about who?- She pried, an answer was necessary

-Mina- Kirishima admitted with difficulty, Recovery Girl knew who she was and she liked the girl, over the course of the school year she was one of the few who had barely caused her any trouble. That was, until she refused to leave a few minutes ago.

The former hero nodded, now everything was clear. She was familiar to the disease the young man had, she had seen various teenagers walk into her office with the exact same symptoms and even though it was still a rare disease she had taken the time to remember it.

-Understandable- she mumbled writing on a notepad.

-So, how can I cure it?- Kirishima questioned eager

-You can’t- those words stung Kirishima, what was he supposed to do now? Turn into a stone hard flower canon? -What you have it’s called Hanahaki disease. Are you familiar with the term?- Recovery girl continued, Kirishima simply tilted his head and leaned slightly to the front, with a sigh, the old lady continued.

-Other name for it it’s the unrequited love disease. It comes when you love someone and they don’t love you back- She ignored how the color of the teenage boy’s face began to match his hair -How it works it’s currently uncertain, but it’s believed it came with the quirks, like a mutated gene. There two ways to solve it, the first one and the easiest; you undergo surgery and the disease is removed -Kirishima’s head peaked up -but it goes along with your feelings for that person. The other one is to go up there and confess those feelings, if they are requited it leaves by itself, if they aren’t then surgery becomes a must- she explained.

Kirishima nodded, there was little he could do then, it was an easy task. He simply had to go to the one he considered the prettiest girl in the school and tell her he liked her. It was nothing that should be too complicated. Standing up from the bed he took a deep breath, the clock hanging on the wall revealed there were still two hours more of class. A sudden feeling of nausea invaded him and he held onto the trash can as he threw up some flowers on it.

-You might want to take that- Recovery Girl suggested, Kirishima smiled leaving it on the floor, he didn’t want his classmates asking why he was carrying a trashcan filled with flowers.

As his was walking across the otherwise empty hallways he noticed the soft sound of rain falling on the street, he cursed his own luck regretting not listening to his mother when she warned him about the weather. In the morning it sounded like a bunch of nonsense, it was perfectly sunny.

When he arrived to the classroom he found the room in silence the board at the front with three math problems written on it and Aizawa sitting on his desk waiting for his classmates to finish them. The sound of the door opening wasn’t subtle so as soon as he tried to enter his classmates stared at him worried looks across most of their faces.

-Sorry for the inconvenience- Kirishima apologized towards his teacher, the man just grunted in response letting the boy walk peacefully to his seat.

Amongst the silence of worried glances the sound of a chair being dragged became audible and the next thing he knew Mina Ashido was right in front of him.

-I knew a simple disease would win against you!- She cheered. A wild smile on her face combined with a pair of growing eyes. He couldn’t understand why she had to be that close to him.

He felt the nausea return to himself forcing the young boy to add flowers to the trashcan in the classroom, at least it didn’t look as full of trash as before. The girl took a step back, the fear of seeing her be disgusted by him only seemed to increase the twist on his stomach.

-Kirishima- she mumbled softly unsure if she should step closer or further -Are you sure you can come back to the classroom?-

The redhead nodded rushing to his seat to avoid the close proximity with the pink haired. He needed to see a way to confess to her or the disease would only worsen. Despite how it easier it would make his life he didn’t want to get rid of his feelings but acting upon them felt too sudden. He had barely come to a conclusion on how he felt and now he was supposed to do something about it.

The teacher tried to continue his class on a regular rhythm, to Kirishima’s fortune the things written on the board were exercises they had already practiced before so he already had a grasp on how to solve them, now he just had to keep his focus in nothing but the board and his notebook. It should be simple.

Except, he had never been able to give his one hundred percent focus to one thing. If he did as much as attempt to start a conversation with one of his classmates his teacher would probably throw the eraser at him, and if he tried to look at the board for more than a couple minutes his eyes would turn to her. That was something he had to avoid if he didn’t want to begin throwing up flowers and embarrass himself in front of their entire class and honestly, the idea of upsetting Recovery Girl was something he didn’t want to risk.

It was a miracle he had managed to go through the rest of the class with nothing but the sensation of nausea piercing through his stomach as he desperately swallowed every time a flower tried to scape his mouth. He didn’t know how he had managed to do it but the taste of flowers was making him want to throw up.

As soon as the ten minutes break between each class began Kirishima’s classmates lifted from their seats to take advantage of those ten minutes to engage in conversations. Kirishima kept himself in his seat, he was going to ask Iida for his annotations for the class he had missed when a pair of pink arms placed themselves in front of his desk followed by a head that turned to him.

-How are you Kirishima?- The pink haired asked with a wide smile. The redhead had to think quickly, the nausea was beginning to grow into his stomach.

-Hey! Iida!- He opted for ignoring the girl, raising his voice to call for the class president.

-You haven’t answered my question- Mina  noticed -Are you hiding something from me, Horn Buddy?- she began poking his arm all the way until she reached his cheek lifting her arm from the desk, the smile hadn’t vanished from her face, like if she had ignored the fact that he seemed to avoid her on purpose. He didn’t want to go overboard and make himself hard, but on the other hand if she kept poking him he would inevitably begin to puke flowers.

-Can you pass me the notes from the last class?- Kirishima continued, maybe if he ignored her she would go away and he would be able to think clearly for a way to solve the issue.

-I can give them to you!- Mina mentioned standing up from her previous position and stopping herself from poking his cheeks.

-It seems like Ashido can help you just fine- Iida murmured returning the notebook to his seat.

-But I don’t want her notebook- Kirishima said, Iida nodded unable to understand the situation unwilling to meddle too much into it and involve himself. Mina looked at him, if he hadn’t been turning his eyes from her on purpose he would have noticed the hurt expression that crossed her face.

-Is there any problem Kirishima?-Mina asked, her voice wasn’t as cheerful as she was barely a few seconds ago and he noticed almost immediately, he wanted to apologize but he needed to continue with his improvised idea.

The girl’s worries only grew at the lack of response from the redhaired. She had gotten concerned the instant he left the cafeteria in a hurry with his hand over his mouth. Mina had visited him the few minutes he was unconscious before class began, and now she was hurt. She was fifteen, she didn’t know of any emotional pain worse than being ignored without reason from the person you like.

-If there is anything wrong you can just tell me you know. That’s what horn buddies are for!- she raised one hand enthusiastic. She saw him made a sudden nauseous reflex as he began to pass Iida’s notes to his own notebook

-I don’t want to talk to you- Kirishima said, his voice sounded raspy. Mina stood frozen in front of his seat unsure on how to react.

-Have I done something to you?- Mina questioned, her hands curling into fists, she was only met with silence coming from him.

-Fine then! Have it your way- She spat turning her back to him returning to her seat crossing her arms avoiding even glancing at him.

Kirishima had gotten what he wanted in way, now she wouldn’t talk to him and he saved himself from the risk of embarrassing himself in front of her, being familiar with the sensation of victory he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel as ashamed as he did in that moment. Seeing how some of the girls approached the pink haired and the occasional glances they threw at the boy, he knew the girl was more than pissed.

-Hey Man, what’s up with you?- Kaminari turned to him -It’s very unlike you to treat anyone, especially Ashido that way-

-I just need to stay away from her- Kirishima sighed in defeat figuring that, like all the ideas that had settled into the blonde’s head, it wouldn’t go away. -At least until after we get out of class-

-Why is that?- Kaminari threw a curious glance at Kirishima laughing as the redhead applied more pressure to his notes and a blush grew on his cheeks

-That’s none of your business!- Kirishima appointed as Kaminari’s laugh became lauder

-Hey, if it’s about your feelings for Ashido, I get it- The blonde mocked. Kirishima stopped writing in his notebook to turn to his friend

-Why… How… That’s – Before Kirishima had the opportunity to give Kaminari a proper response to his comment the teacher stepped inside the classroom stopping any further conversation. The teenager looked at the clock on the wall, only one hour to go.

After Kaminari’s words the time fell awfully slow for Kirishima as he sighed with regret every time he caught a glimpse of the pink girl not helping his now constant nausea. An hour later the bell indicating the time to go home resounded in the halls of UA reaching all the way to the class 1-A who couldn’t be more happy to embrace the Friday afternoon and the following weekend.  Kirishima stood up from his seat in a jump walking towards the pink girl’s seat, trying uselessly to swallow any flower that might come out of his mouth he covered it.

-Mina, can we talk?- he asked, she lifted herself from her seat grabbing her bag passing through the door. He stood there, shocked at first, figuring he deserved it a few seconds later.

Wasting no time he rushed after her, hearing the sound of drops of rain fall louder over the school’s roof and the street that surrounded them. She had a few seconds of advantage, but he was determined to not surrender, not even when he was spitting petals out of his mouth like if he was the flower girl at a wedding.

Kirishima saw her walking towards the stairs and he rushed his steps even more, desperate in an attempt to reach her. It was then when he realized there was no use in following her. If she wanted to listen to him she would have stopped already, it’s not like his steps were silent.

Gathering his courage he had to take a deep breath before the flowers blocked his ability to talk, if he waited until the following day it would become too hard for him to even look at her considering how quickly the disease seemed to advance. He took a deep breath, he wasn’t scared, there wasn’t any need to be Mina was a cool girl even if she didn’t like him back she would make sure things weren’t awkward, that is, if she forgave him. Taking a deep breath he reunited every ounce of courage in his body

-Mina!- he screamed rushing towards her skipping a good track of stairs falling onto the floor with both of his feet not wanting to waste another second, she stopped on her tracks, surprised he had screamed. He seemed to be eager to ignore her every second after he left the infirmary and now he was calling her?

Giving him a side glance she gave another step ahead, now she was upset, if he was so eager to ignore her whatever he wanted to say could wait until the next morning.

Kirishima took a deep breath grabbing Mina by the hand refusing to let her go, she turned at him with expectant eyes noticing the blush on his cheeks, a small frown in her features.

-What do you want Kirishima?- She asked harshly. It did not go unnoticed for her how he still grabbed her wrist, the only thing between the rain and them was the roof the school had, otherwise they would be dripping wet, of course both of them would forget their umbrellas. Kirishima lifted a finger to indicate her to wait, he noticed how his face twisted in pain still refusing to let her go.

-Are you alright?- She questioned unable to prevent being worried. If she was honest with the world and herself it was hard for her to keep her annoyance for too long. She thought of the possibility to call Recovery girl, but she couldn’t set herself free from the grasp he had around her wrist.

-Mina- he barely managed to say before a bunch of flowers came out of his mouth, yellow tulips, roses and gardenias coming out of Kirishima’s mouth in front of a surprised girl who was unsure what to do. All traces of previous annoyance now gone as her concern grew, even if he ignored her this wasn’t normal under any circumstance, she wanted to call Recovery girl but there wasn’t a single teacher around and she couldn’t risk leaving him alone.

-I- he forced himself, despite the flowers coming out stopping him from being able to say anything properly -am in love with you- he struggled to say taking deep breaths with every flower that came out.

The pink haired stood there, still trying to make any sense of the words the boy had spoken, frozen in place as the color red grew on top of pink. It was certainly unexpected, but under no circumstance it was unwelcomed. It was similar to having a dream come true, something Mina didn’t see happening in the near future, yet, there he was spitting flowers out of his mouth in a bizarre way and confessing his love for her. True, it wasn’t fairytale like, but she couldn’t ask for more.

Unable to stop the pain that only grew on his stomach, Kirishima clutched it with both of his hands falling to the ground in a kneeling position, embarrassed on how pathetic he probably looked in front of the girl he was trying to confess to. Blood was falling to the ground, some of the gardenias with red drops on them, he was thinking of a plan to drag himself to Recovery Girl and ask for the surgery when he felt a pair of lips on his forehead.

Lifting his eyes from the ground he noticed how the girl was kneeling in front of him looking at him tenderly before grinning and giving him a pat on the back that pushed him forwards without making him fall

-Man, to think I was mad at you- She sighed shaking her head -Took you long enough!- she laughed, his entire hearing was focusing on how melodious it sounded now more than usual, Kirishima felt like an angel was smiling at him -Man, I thought I would have to wait for the boy I love my entire lifetime. Good thing you did it now, I would have had to do it before and it would have certainly stung your pride- she said.

Like that, the flowers stopped coming out of Kirishima’s mouth until a Gardenia and a Red Carnation were the last ones to fall to the ground, he turned his eyes at Mina with a wide smile on his face after he cleaned his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform

She loved him back.

He let himself enjoy a few seconds of pure happiness looking her into her eyes until a pang of insecurity hit him inside. The experience certainly had been humiliating to him, this wasn’t how a confession was supposed to go, confessions had to be romantic and stuff. They shouldn’t involve vomiting flowers.

The way he adverted his eyes from hers didn’t go unnoticed by Mina who sighing let a small smile curve her lips and picked both flowers that had been the last ones to fall and tangled them together placing them on top of her ear making a few exaggerated posses for the boy who had observed her actions with curiosity

-What do you think? They sure look good with pink, am I right?- She said with a wide smile, Kirishima opened his eyes wide leaning closer to her so he would be able to kiss her.

The kiss caught her off guard, she was about to brag more about how the flowers looked good on her when she felt his lips on top of hers, his lips felt good on top of hers, returning the kiss she smiled internally smile that came outside when they broke apart in silence with the exception of the sound of the falling rain. It was odd how the passing students seemed to ignore them, they couldn’t complain about it, it was better that way

-So, you don’t have an umbrella, I don’t have an umbrella, what do you think about a race to the pizza at he end of the street?- Kirishima smiled mischievously,

-Why the pizza?- Mina asked grinning

-Well, now that you’re my girlfriend I have to take you on dates, don’t I?- he questioned standing up and helping her to do the same. She pouted her lips nodding at the idea

-But if I win, I pay- she said.

-That’s not fair! I’m the one who’s supposed to pay-

-So, do we have a deal Romeo, or are you scared?- she teased he hugged her side, giving her a kiss on the cheek, getting close enough to whisper on her ear

-Deal - he answered taking advantage of her confusion to give himself a head start. Complaining about how he was cheating she ran following his path, the flower still behind her ear.

He looked behind himself to ensure she was following him from a close range, he grinned without stopping his feet feeling like if he was the happiest man.

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ookami baby | pt.3

pairing: young k x reader (mostly young k)

genre: fantasy, wolf dad au

word count: 1,886

previous: pt.2

note: okay it’s been a million years since I've updated this, this part had been sitting slightly unfinished for a while now and I’m finally getting around to posting it, happy reading!

“What the hell am I supposed to do with it?” Brian asked as he held Koda out in front of him hoping Jaehyung would take the cooing baby off his hands.

“Uh let’s see… raise him? He’s your son dude.” Jae sighed as he grabbed his guitar case. “I’ve been watching your baby all week, it’s time for you to spend time with him before he starts calling me daddy.” Though a soft chuckle trailed behind his words Brian knew his friend was serious, dreading the fact that he was about to go out and rehearse, leaving him stuck with a child he didn’t know he had until a little while ago.

“I’ll be home later, or maybe not. I have a date with that beauty who hangs around the club. Eliza.” Jaehyung gave a love-struck sigh before raising his hand to form a peace sign.

“Deuces, my dude!” He grinned as he hurried out of Brian’s bedroom door.

Brian placed the baby down on the bed next to him before laying back with a loud groan, bringing his hands up to cover his face. This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon, he would rather be off rehearsing just like Jae.

He felt a pair of little hands slap him, a playful laugh leaving Koda who found the noise his father just made humorous. Brian peeked at the baby boy through his fingers, earning him another happy cackle from the baby who started to see his actions as a game.

“Uh…” Brian arched a brow, trying to recall a certain set of words he saw a young mother direct toward her child once.

“Peek-a-boo?”

Koda flashed him a toothless grin, laughing away as he continued to paw at Brian’s hands. Brian covered his eyes again and uncovered them quickly.

“Peek-a-boo!” He said it with confidence this time, baby Koda giggling once more. He never thought hearing a baby laugh would amuse him so much, a thin layer of ice around his cold heart melting and lifting his spirits.

Brian sat up with poise and continued to play the game with the infant covering his face again but once he removed his hands he bared his sharp canines. Koda stopped laughing instantly staring at him wide eyed, his lips forming a pout. Little did Brian know that his wolfish grin wasn’t too amusing to a baby of only eleven months old, it was frightening.

Koda began to cry, tears running down his cherub cheeks.

“No, no!” Brian panicked, his teeth appearing normal again. He waved his hands at the baby, silly noises leaving his lips to cheer him up.  Koda stopped and sniffled for a few seconds before bawling again.

With a heavy sigh escaping his chest Brian picked up the baby carefully, bouncing him on his knee while he rubbed his back gently.

“Hey, you... quiet.” He spoke firmly, brows raising in surprise when the baby’s cries began to diminish.  Before he could celebrate and put his son down, his nose caught a whiff of something rather unpleasant. It was a horrid smell too sensitive to his nose, making him wrinkle it in disgust as he turned his head away.

“Did you just…” Brian swallowed hard, mumbling a silent prayer as he turned Koda around and held his bottom up to his nose.

“Gross!” Brian could feel the bile settle in his throat at the stench, he had no idea babies could smell that bad.

He held Koda out in front of him as he stood up, laying him on the bed. “You need a change...” Brian sighed, watching the little boy kick his legs in the air. He hesitantly removed the infant’s pants and tossed them to the side. He held his breath as he opened his diaper, cringing at the mess that stuck to Koda’s bottom.

“Okay.” He breathed out. Wanting to make things quick he hurried to grab the diaper bag on the floor, pulling out a packet of wipes he saw Jaehyung use earlier on the baby. Koda was clean in no time but the new challenge Brian had to face was putting on a fresh diaper properly. After a few minutes of sweat and frustration along with the giggly infant squirming around on the bed, Brian succeeded at snapping the diaper closed, easing a new pair of pants on the child.

“Finally.” He muttered, placing the wipes back into the bag.

Brian noticed how there were very few items left in the bag and how little clothing the baby had. Unsure of when the mother would return he groaned at the fact that he had to go shopping for the kid without a checklist of everything he needed.

There he stood in a sea of mothers with their babies and toddlers, pushing shopping carts and making things look easy. Brian kept the cap on his head low while holding Koda in his arms. He had no idea where to start picking out the things his kid would need and he really didn’t want to ask for help. The environment he was in made him feel uncomfortable, reminding him this was no place he ever wanted to be, having a kid wasn’t on the list of his life goals but he had to learn how to accept it.

“Do you need any help, sir?”

Startled, Brian turned around quickly to face a woman who stared at him with a bright smile.

“I... uh...?” He cleared his throat, looking at Koda who happily sucked on his fingers while trying to pull at the dangling earring in Brian’s ear.

“Ah! First time shopping for your son I see? He’s a cute little boy.” She cooed at Koda who smiled back at her.

“He’ll be handsome just like his daddy.” She grinned, prompting Brian to raise a brow. She wasn’t hitting on him, was she? In a baby store of all places.

“Yeah...” He replied awkwardly.

“Well now let’s see what are you looking for today?” She clasped her hands together seeming overly excited to help him out.

“Everything,” Brian mumbled his response, following the young woman who motioned for him to trail behind her.

It was a lot of time spent buying any and everything he thought Koda needed, Brian was sure he bought the entire store and what little he had in his bank account was pretty much gone.

He sighed as he waited at the entrance of the store for a cab ride, the baby now asleep in his arms. The trip home wasn’t a long one. Brian decided to take his little boy in the house first before gathering all the bags and paying the driver. He un-bagged everything and began organizing all the items around the apartment when a card that had fallen on the floor caught his eye. There was a name and a phone number scribbled on it with a heart and he knew it belonged to the store employee who helped him out.

“Nope.” Brian tossed the card in the trash, messing around with another woman right now was the last thing on his mind. A loud cry kept him from doing anything further and had him running into his bedroom to check on his baby.

He picked Koda up and rocked him, the feeling of the little boy in his arms started to feel a little more natural. Brian fixed a bottle remembering Jae’s directions to warm up the milk a bit before serving it to the baby. He used the pillows from his couch to make a makeshift fort for Koda while he laid there drinking his milk. That should be enough to keep him preoccupied while Brian finished putting up all Koda’s new things.

Brian began to sing as he moved around the apartment organizing one thing after the other. In just a short time he could feel himself changing his mind nurturing the idea that that maybe change was for the better.

He tied his hair up into a bun with a new goal to tackle his bedroom. Brian cleaned the cigarette buds off his floor, collecting old beer bottles from underneath his bed. He changed his sheets into a fresh set and made sure his condoms were locked away in a drawer. While he worked on his room he was unaware of the baby that crawled into the kitchen to play with items that resided underneath the sink.

A shrill cry moments later made Brian dropped everything he was doing, urgency filling his heart.

“Koda!” He shouted for the baby as he ran into the living room. When he didn’t see him there he immediately fled into the kitchen taking notice of the crying baby with a messy mouth from vomiting. His little wolf ears had sprouted on the top of his head and there was a torn bag of silica lying next to him.

“Shit!” Brian cursed and scooped up his child. He hurried for the door, wrapping the baby in a jacket while stepping into his shoes. Koda had consumed a bit of the silica gel which wasn’t meant to be eaten.  He ran down the street, the nearest hospital was just a few blocks away but it crossed his mind that there was a vet located across the street from it.

He glanced down at Koda who quieted, his chubby face seemed a little pale. Brian cursed himself knowing he should have kept a better eye on him, if he did Koda wouldn’t have gotten his hands on the product that should have been thrown away. He got stopped at a street light biting his lip as the nervousness settled in. 

What if Koda wasn’t okay after this? Brian reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone with the thought of calling Jae. He waited impatiently for his friend to answer and almost threw his phone into the street when he didn’t. The light signaled an okay for him to cross the street and he did, quickly, urgently stopping at the hospital building.

Brian glanced down at the baby again, his eyes darting back and forth from his child to the hospital and the vet. He didn’t know which one to take him to, both situations could turn out bad if Koda unwilling transformed before human eyes.

“Dammit...” Brian’s voice cracked and he chuckled in defeat, closing his eyes to force back the tears threatening to escape him.  He needed help, he needed Koda’s mother... he needed his own mother that he abandoned years ago.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled to calm himself down trying to think clearly. Brian used his phone to search for the number to poison control and dialed it swiftly. When he got an answer, he explained the situation to the person on the other line and almost fell to his knees in relief upon hearing that the substance wouldn’t be harmful to Koda’s body but it may cause some discomfort which explained his sudden cry.

Brian glanced down at Koda again, the baby had dozed off into a peaceful sleep. 

Brian’s lips curled into a soft smile as he sighed again.

“You scared me kid...” He whispered as he pressed his lips to the baby’s forehead.

 As a new father, he needed to be more careful.

[diabetesforbreakfast-blog]

10 Things I Hate About Life

10. Banana strings.

There you are, eating a banana, maybe putting some peanut butter on it like a boss, minding your own biz, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, something almost as bad as eating your own hair but not quite as bad as eating someone else's hair happens. You find a freaking banana string INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. There are only two options here if you haven't already projectiled your banana bite across the room. One, find string immediately and extract, salvaging remainder of bite. This is actually fairly difficult to do and requires, at minimum, Level Eight Banana Skills. Two, spit entire mouthful into nearest trash receptacle or napkin. This one here is probably your fastest, safest option. Fortunately, this scenario rarely happens to me because I'm so freaking OCD about inspecting each bite of banana before I eat it, often scraping off edible parts of the banana accidentally because they might BE strings, but oh well, better safe than gagging on banana parts straight from Hades.

9. Celery

Speaking of fiery pits and doom: celery. Celery strings are 1000x worse than banana strings because they’re stringier and connected to something entirely pointless. Eating celery is like eating a plant. More specifically, it’s like eating a plant you picked from your yard that still has dirt on it and is made entirely of thick, indestructible, plastic banana strings. When you successfully manage to swallow some celery strings, those strings stay in your stomach for 27 years, weaving themselves into an intricate net, the purpose of which is to catch more celery strings that for some unknown reason you’ve decided to ingest even though celery tastes like watery plant dirt and tears. If one absolutely MUST use celery, here are some safe steps: 1) Stick celery into peanut butter, ranch, or blue cheese. 2) Lick condiment off. 3) Throw celery away. 4) Repeat until all celery is thrown away.

    8. Mushrooms

I promise this entire list isn’t “Foods I Hate,” although, good idea. Obviously this list is in no particular order because IF IT WERE mushrooms would be numero uno. A mushroom is a fungus that for some reason people want to put into their mouths. Mushrooms grow on forest-y floors, tree bark, and in dank caves. Now I know what you’re thinking, “Dank caves sound like the kind of caves I want to be in” (#dankcaves #theresprobEDM). No, not that kind of dank. According to Merriam Webster, dank means “unpleasantly moist or wet.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t really want to be putting anything with that combination of adjectives into my primary face hole. Canned mushrooms are slimy and gross. Fresh mushrooms have gills (yeah, I looked this up), you know, that weird textured part under the cap. Gills release spores. SPORES. And you want to eat this. WHY. I’m also CERTAIN mushrooms taste more like dirt than celery because just LOOK at them, but I’ll never totally know because I’m never going to eat one on purpose.

7. Apart

Just when I felt like we were making progress as a society on “a lot” vs. “alot”, a whole bunch of you people start saying “apart” as in, “I’m SO glad to be apart of this awesome such and such thing!” or “Thanks for letting me be apart of your big day!” Just...no. Why? WHY are you doing this to me? There is no hope for humanity. “Apart” means “separate from” whereas “a part” is what you want to say when you want to show that you belong to a group or whathaveyou. A lot and alot mean the same thing, one just is super wrong looking. A part and apart literally have opposite meanings. So, please. Stop doing this immediately.

6. Uber perky morning people

Look, I know it’s morningtime and you’re in full-on Julie Andrews mode, twirling around on a hillside PRE-COFFEE, but just know that, unlike the rest of us, you are probably not a real human. Most likely you’re a robot. If you are one of these people and you’re talking to me in the early morning, just know that, no offense, I'm probably visualizing punching you in the face. “But mornings are beautiful and wonderful and there’s absolutely nothing like the sunrise and the early bird gets the worm, blah, blah, blah.” Yeah, maybe. But the sun also travels in reverse later in the day. I can get some amazing warm fuzzies via this thing called the sunset after a day full of caffeination and croissants. And while you’re going to sleep at 9pm, I can get that worm before your robot birdface wakes up in the morning. Hey, I’m not trying to begrudge you your abnormal level of morning cheerfulness. Go ahead, be happy. But just try to remember that some of us are zombies in the AM and zombies will eat your face without adequate coffee levels. True fact.

5. Slow walkers

How? How do you walk that slow? Like...you’re breaking all the laws of physics. Or at least one of them. I only remember the second one and it’s not that one, but I’m SURE you’re breaking one of the others. There’s only 3, right? I’ve triiiiied to slow down to your pace when I’ve come up behind one of you in the wild, but I literally CAN’T. I might as well just be standing still. And it’s not like most of you are short people with tiny legs even. Most slow walkers are average-legged people. This seriously confuses me. Please somebody tell me how survival of the fittest hasn’t killed off all the slow walkers yet. If this were Africa, you’d all have been eaten by lions.

4. When people in my age group talk about being old

Attention People Whose Age Decades Begin With a Mid-2 or 3. You know what makes you sound old? Talking about being old. Especially when you’re not. Are you oldER than you once were? Yes. But so is everyone else on the planet who has been alive for at least a day. Get back to me when we're 80 and maybe I'll be okay with you whining about your knee hurting or the "youths" who actually go out and do fun things on the weekends. Some of us don't plan on ever getting old. Or dying, for that matter, so please...suck down a 5 hr energy or some ‘spro and just get out there and do the things that lots of 60 yr olds are still doing on the reg.

3. Talking self-scan machines

I love self-scan machines at stores. LOVE. I was a cashier at Walmart for 3 months in college so trust, I know what the eff I’m doing. And I very much like doing the scanning/bagging myself. But lately I’ve noticed that these machines, seemingly out of nowhere, have started to ANNOUNCE everything you scan. This is all fine and good when you’re buying normal non-embarrassing things like broccoli or bread or whathaveyou, but just a few months ago I decided to buy kale for the first time. Wait...how is kale embarrassing, you ask? Have you ever BOUGHT kale? Machine Lady at the top of her lungs: “KALE. SIXTY-NINE CENTS.” Me: “Oh HELL. That’s WAY too trendy.” *furtively glances around, certain everyone’s like “look at that hipster buying the kale”* But even kale isn’t the worst. What if I were buying TAMPONS? I go to the self-scan SPECIFICALLY so that I don’t have to make eye contact with the cashier while they’re handling my box of tampons, and now this Machine Lady wants to TELL EVERYONE? Kill me. Mark my words, before we know it, the self-scanners are not only going to announce our purchases out loud, but make commentary on them. “Are you SURE you need to eat those potato chips? They’ll go straight to your hips.” How dare you, Machine Lady. “Have a nice period!” Shhhhhh! Are you insane? NO ONE MUST KNOW I’M A WOMAN. This whole technology thing is getting out of hand.

2. Birds

Generally speaking, I do not hate birds. I hate SPECIFIC birds. The specific birds that live mainly in one tree under which I’m forced to park most of the time because street parking. I dunno if it’s because my car is blue and the birds are like OOH LOOK THE SKY and decide it’s a great piece of sky to poop on or what, but I, no joke, have new poop on my car almost every day. So paying $ to wash my car seems dumb, but having to drive a poop mobile everywhere is mildly embarrassing. Every time it rains, I sigh with relief. You know, I’ve never really cared too much about my 2nd Amendment rights, but now I’m like, does this apply to BB guns? ‘Cause I think that might be a good investment RN. The left can’t take our guns from us! *shakes fist* (Unless they volunteer to kill the damn birds, in which case it’s totes cool),

1. Spiders

Wow. Spiders? Really? Whaaaat a cop out. Ran out of list ideas towards the end there, huh? Yes, actually. BUT HEAR ME OUT. My hatred of spiders runs DEEP. Like, say I was dating someone and thought he was amazing and full of marriable qualities...AND THEN I discover a terrible secret. He has pet tarantulas. Like, more than one. Like he’s one of those weirdos on youtube who collects tarantulas and has cages of various types and likes to take them out and explain why they’re not terrifying. I mean, I don’t throw around the word “dealbreaker” TOO easily, but...look, dude. We could NOT get married. I mean, we COULD, but we’d have to live in separate houses. You’d have to think seriously about what creature you love more. A radiant, intelligent, witty, obviously humble, dark-haired unaging beauty with two NORMAL legs. Or your collection of hairy, unfunny, uncuddly beasts with a stupid number of legs who insist on wearing their skeletons outside their bodies like serial killers wrapped in people-skin. Your choice, bro. But the decision seems obvious. Set your house on fire. Get a puppy. #marryme