#heaven or hell day cough medicine

[luckycloverfield]

[kaesaaurelia]

sad wet snake

For @whumptober day 13, using the prompts “infection,“ "I don't feel so good,” and the lyric prompt, “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Continued from Day 1, wherein Crowley definitely did not move into the bookshop, took a nap on the couch afterwards, and when he woke up his lungs hurt and he passed out, Day 2, wherein Muriel carried him into Maggie’s record shop, because they hoped a human might understand better than they do what was wrong with him, and Day 10, wherein Crowley's illness was causing strange and terrible weather, and help from Heaven was not forthcoming.

Maggie had texted across the road for help, and Nina had arrived with a box, a steaming beverage in a paper cup, and a perplexed expression. "Is it raining blood?"

"It is raining blood," said Maggie.

"And I expect it's your fault," said Nina, looking at Crowley.

"Oh, be nice," said Maggie. "Also, don't make him talk."

"What happens when he talks?"

"He coughs, and then there's lightning," said Maggie. "What'd you bring?"

"Got some honey ginger lemon tea with, I am sorry to say, zero shots of espresso," she said, handing it off to Crowley, who made a face about it since he was banned from talking. "Christ, you look awful." Crowley glared.

"Don't make him talk," Maggie said.

"He's not, he's just glaring," said Nina. She set the box down on the counter and opened it up. "Anyway, got my first aid kit, so... we could take your temperature," she said, pulling out a long thin plastic thing. Rummaging around a bit more, she pulled out a box of some sort of medicine. "Or! We could just knock you out cold. Can't cough if you're asleep."

It was at this point Crowley felt he sort of had to speak. Just in case it would help, he took a long draught of the tea, which he did not particularly like. "I'm not ssick ssick, I haven't got a fever."

"How do you know?" Nina asked.

"Don't get ssick," said Crowley.

"Well, you're certainly sick now," said Nina, "so let's not make too many assumptions, yeah?" She pulled out a sort of plastic sleeve and fitted it over the pointy end of the plastic thing before waving it at Crowley. "Open your mouth."

"Why have you got a thermometer in your first aid kit at the coffee shop, anyway?"

Nina shrugged. "It was on the list. You never know."

Crowley wished he didn't feel too dizzy to get up and leave, because the last thing he wanted was a couple humans putting pointy things in his mouth, but, attempting to convey how unhappy he was with the entire procedure, he allowed the thermometer to be put under his mouth. It was apparently standard procedure to keep the thing in the least comfortable position possible under one's tongue for an eternity, and he wondered vaguely if Hell had thought of doing this with something more unpleasant, like fire ants, but he was halfway through drafting the memo in his head before he remembered he didn't work for them anymore. Maybe he was sick.

Eventually Nina released him from his torment and looked at the thermometer. She made a face. "Well. You ought to be dead, but you're not, so there's that."

"Is it really high?"

"It's really low," said Nina.

"I'm a ssnake," Crowley pointed out. He began to cough again, and the humans were obliged to wait until the thunder stopped before they could say anything else stupid.

"That really is irritating," said Nina. "All right, well, that was a wash. Let's knock him out cold," she told Maggie.

"Not on my counter! He should probably be somewhere more comfortable, anyway," said Maggie. "There's a flat on top of the bookshop; maybe Mr. Fell left the furniture there too?"

Aziraphale had indeed left the furniture, but Crowley hated the idea of sleeping this off in his bed. "Couch'ss fine," he said.

"Nonsense, you should be comfortable," said Maggie. "Do you think you can walk?"

Crowley wasn't entirely certain, but the countertop was uncomfortable and if he was going to be deeply uncomfortable somewhere it might as well be somewhere softer. He was very unsteady, but between the two of them, Nina and Maggie were able to help him to the door of the bookshop, where it looked like Muriel was still fruitlessly trying to contact Heaven.

But when the door opened, Crowley felt hot and cold prickling all over, and his head throbbed, and his eyes hurt like he'd been staring straight into the sun while the sun was only two feet away. "Ngh." He leaned back, careless of the fact that the blood rain was making everyone unpleasantly sticky. "Nope."

"What do you mean, nope?" Nina asked.

"It feelsss... holy? Like." His head swam. "Like Ireland?" he managed, though he was pretty sure that wasn't conveying anything.

"What's wrong?" Muriel asked, turning away from the holy light to look at them.

"He says it feels like Ireland," said Nina.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Muriel asked.

"I'm a sssnake," Crowley pointed out.

"He says it feels holy," Maggie clarified. "Maybe you could shut that thing off?" she asked, pointing towards the circle.

"I might as well, they're still not answering prayers," said Muriel, looking almost sullen. They waved a hand at the circle and the holy light extinguished itself. The shop didn't feel any better though, and Crowley shook his head as Nina and Maggie looked at him.

"Look, maybe it's you?" said Maggie. "Because, you know, you're a --"

"Nah," said Crowley. "Angels're fine. It'sss." Now he was very curious, and he lurched forward, to see if he could get a better idea of the pain. His head swam, his lungs burned, his eyes teared up. "Ow ow ow no."

Maggie tried to catch him, but she yelped as soon as she touched his back, and he fell backwards onto the pavement. "Sorry," she said shakily, "sorry, I don't know what... oh."

There had been a large puddle of blood rain underneath Crowley, but with a hiss it evaporated in a red cloud. Nina stepped forward and held a hand several inches away from his forehead. "That's a whole lot more than a fever."

"What is it?" Muriel asked, coming outside.

"He's like a space heater," said Nina.

Muriel looked confused, but they reached forward to feel Crowley's forehead. "Oh. That seems very bad, actually?" Their eyes went wide. "Actually! Actually we should get him away from here." They hurried out of the shop and closed the door, and instantly Crowley felt slightly less terrible. "You're not melting, are you?"

"No?" Crowley asked. "Don't... think sso?" He didn't know how he would know; his muscles all felt like jelly already.

"Come on, up you get," said Muriel, pulling him to his feet, and then, when he could not make his limbs behave adequately, slinging him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Crowley was very unhappy about this development, not least because Muriel's current body was too short for this not to be a little bit harrowing. "I don't think he should be in the bookshop, actually, for a bit," they told Nina and Maggie. "But I think I know what's wrong. Maybe. I don't know."

Muriel knowing anything would be an exciting new development, Crowley thought, and then he felt, ugh, guilty about thinking that. But no one was paying attention to him now and he supposed it didn't matter what he thought because nothing could really cut through the misery he was in.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Kingdom of Heaven ch 2 sneak peek

This is not the second chapter of Kingdom of Heaven

You were lying in your cot drenched with sweat and struggled to wake.

You slipped into a dream, you doing your morning chores of making herb filled potato pancakes and chai as your dad came back from chopping wood in the forest next to your outskirt hut.

Then you opened your beautiful colored eyes and saw where you were now. A hot air place with lots of bugs that sucks blood.

Blood. Your mother seemed to had too much blood that she was coughing it as if she was overflowing with that red liquid.

Mother. You sighed, she will not see you wed and since your father is elderly; he cannot travel to see you. You barely have a chance to travel. God is giving you the sign to move from your mountain village to this desert.

Now, you are shaking with cold. You pulled the heavy blankets over your body but the trembling continues. Either it was fever or chills. Each one battling for your body to claim the reason of death.

Then his voice came. “Milady, please wake. We must not waste another day. The hospital at Jerusalem will cure with their medicine.”

You turned your head to him and tried to speak but no words came. The green eyed man with tan skin sighed but then touched your forehead. His hand was rough and wrinkly. But, it was inviting and it felt as if it was hungry to touch you. You leaned into his touch. He took out two small pebbles from a jar and pushed them both inside your mouth.

You peeked at him with curiosity. Were you supposed to swallow. Tiberias found this amusing. He wanted to laugh and coo at your naivety but just took a glass of water and made you swallow your pills. You were one interesting person. That was certain. The King will have his hands full with you.

You swallowed it all and for a moment; you loved the green eyed man. You loved him as the same man you kissed while he asleep. The green eyed man went through so much hardship to travel you across this hot place and the beautiful clothes and food your father was rewarded with. But, now that love was gone.

It only lasted a second.

A little kindness and one is heaven. A little meanness and one is hell.

Being the outcast from your mountain village taught you all that.

[frenziedslashers]

Can I request another Lester one shot? I love the way you write him so much. Plus, I've been bite with the Lester Sinclair hyperfixation bug. Can I get Lester finding out that his SO is secretly a witch and practice witchcraft? Like he thought she just really liked rocks and dried plants. Bonus points if it freaks the hell out of Bo, lol.

Oml I love this so much 😭 sorry this took me so long! I had a bit of a writers block for a while there!

Lester Sinclair with a Witch S/O:

You were sitting at the desk in one of his spare rooms when you heard the door open in the front room. The familiar sound of keys clattering against the wall as he hung them up, his boots being kicked off by the door, and the sound of his footsteps nearing the room you were in. Turning to face the door when he got close enough to it. Smiling softly at his messy figure. Most people would hate his messiness, but to you? Well, you love it, quite a lot, actually.

"I figured I'd find ya in here," He walked over to you with a grin. Giving you a quick kiss before handing you a bag of cool bones and plants that he found out in the woods sure that you would love them.

"What's this?" You asked, and Lester shrugged. "Just a gift for my amazing plant nerd." Plant nerd, it made you chuckle. I guess that was one way to explain your infatuation with plants.

You peaked inside the bag, a wide grin falling onto your lips. Inside it you saw crow, fox, deer, and cattle bones. Along with smaller clear bags. That looked like they held a variety of flowers he deemed pretty, some wild goat weed, Lizard's Tail, and Elderberry. Plus a few other plants. A smile growing on your face as you reached up to cup his face. Catching his lips with yours in a rather heated, thank you kiss.

When you pulled back he was in absolute heaven. His eyes half lidded. As if he was trying to figure out where he was and what day it even was. His thoughts all coming to a halt, his lips tingling. A dumb smile resting on his lips. A small sigh leaving them as well. "Well I'll be damned," He cooed with a chuckle. "I'll have to get you more stuff next time to see what else you'll reward me with. He told you with a wink. Rolling your eyes with a giggle. Shoving a bit. "Perv," "Hey, you're the one who kissed my soul out of my body." He teased with a giggle. Kissing your cheek. "I have to run some stuff to Bo, he has a head cold. Did ya wanna go? We can hit the swamp and look for more plants and bones if ya wan'?" He asked, to which you nodded.

" I think I have something I made that might help him," You told Lester with a small smile. Your boyfriend watching you with a grin. "Really? Like a soup?" You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips. "Well, no, not exactly." "Then what is it?" He asked with a cocked brow. "More like a cough syrup." "Well, he does have a horrid cough. 'M sure it could wake the dead." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a grin. Grabbing the bottle from your cabinet over your desk. Standing up to cup his face with your free hand.

"Lester," He cocked his head, "You're adorable." It wasn't everyday that he was called names, but he always appreciated them. Especially when they were from you. A small blush dusting his cheeks and ears. Eyes darting to the side with a bashful smile. "Ah gee, you are too." He popped back. Tapping your nose with the tip of his index finger. Both of you chuckling at his actions.

It wasn't long before the two of you were in his truck, heading into town to tend to Bo's sickness. Lester was sure that you wouldn't be able to give him anything. Since he hardly trusted you and your 'Witchy bullshit.' Lester had no idea what he meant. It was just homemade medicines and other stuff that you made. If anything. He thought it was amazing that you put a type of mud or whatever it was over Bo's chest and his wound from that arrow felt like it had never happened. Not only that, but you helped them catch the brats that nearly destroyed your guys home.

"Hey, Bo." Lester called out when the two of you had made it into town and went inside the house. A groan coming from upstairs. Signalling the both of you that he was 'dying' in his room.

When he saw you he almost got up and walked out. But it was too hot for him to move, and also too cold for him to unwrap himself from his blankets.

"Get away from me with your bullshit." He mumbled towards you. Lester rolling his eyes with a sigh. "Bo, they only wanna help." "Sure they do, just wait 'til they're sacrificing us to a God." He snarled. Making you roll your eyes with a snort.

"I'm not a cultist, you weirdo. You delusional now or something?" You asked. Stepping over to the bed with a water. That you may have slipped your potion into.

"I just don't trust witches." He growled. Now it was Lester's turn to laugh. "Maybe he is delusional!" He added with a sigh after his small fit of laughter. Bo glaring over at his baby brother. Lester taking the water from you to hand to his brother. "C'mon, It's just water. I brought you some cough syrup, 'lright?" He offered. Bo giving the two of you a questioning look before taking the water, hesitatingly. Taking a drink with a sigh. It was rather refreshing. Taking another swig, and then another. Then it was gone. It was probably the most refreshing glass of water that he had ever had.

"Now, here's the cough syrup. I'll be back later to bring you some food. 'lright?" Lester added. Bo unable to take his eyes off of you. As if worried you would spray him down with some sort of acid. "Fine, but they better not be the one who made the food." "Nah, I'm making you my cold cure soup. Sure to clear your sinus' with all the peppers in it." Bo rolled his eyes. Lying back down on his side. His back now facing the both of you.

"Whatever, as long as you make it."

And that Lester did, though you may have snuck a few of your own ingredients into Bo's bowl.

[michaelmilligan]

Endverse Day 11: Medicine

(explanation post) (compilation post - now with AO3 link)

The virus was cleverly designed, Raphael had to give them that. It must have taken them quite some trial and error to get it to work this swiftly and thoroughly. Some of Lucifer's minions, it seemed, knew a thing or two about medicine.

The zombie they had cornered – Raphael refused to call it what the humans used, finding it ineptly named – lashed out and scratched their vessel's face. Not that it mattered. Raphael had already found that they were immune to the virus, their grace burning it out like any other ailment when it got in contact with them.

Swiftly, they grabbed the zombie's head, and focused. If they could isolate the virus in the infected body and make sure to only burn it out, leaving all other cells intact...

The zombie gurgled, and coughed up half its lungs before its eyes rolled backwards and it slumped – presumably for the last time – to the ground.

Raphael sighed.

After saving the prophet, they should have gone straight back to Heaven, to take their post as its overseer in Michael's absence. Instead, here they were, engaging in this likely fruitless endeavour.

It was inefficient, too, Raphael thought as they turned around to let their vessel's eyes roam the dozens of dead bodies around them. Zombies often came in hordes, so to isolate one for experimentation, Raphael first needed to kill a bunch of them.

Not that this was difficult. But it was time-consuming and annoying and they could never be sure if more enemies wouldn't round the corner at any time, which meant they were always in a hurry.

They wouldn't get anywhere like this. At least not within a reasonable time frame.

Sighing again, Raphael looked up at the sky, at where they could just see the faint outlines of Heaven. While it was mostly a separate dimension that humans could never hope to enter except after death, it was also, in a way, physically located above Earth – no matter where on Earth you were, Heaven was never far out of reach.

But then, neither was Hell.

Perhaps they should just give up and go back, Raphael thought gloomily, gaze once again drawn to one of the bashed-in skulls of the surrounding corpses. Soon, none of this would matter anyway.

And yet.

If they could heal this virus, if they could turn only one zombie back into a human, then maybe all of this would be worth it. Perhaps all was not lost yet in this version of events.

Raphael turned, and saw another zombie shuffling around a corner. Doubtlessly, there were more to follow.

If not, the flash of grace and smell of electrical burns as Raphael disposed of this one would be sure to lure more in.

[warmblanketwhump]

safe enough to fall

a little university-themed thing I wrote using @sicktember prompts: comfort item, sneaky temperature check, medicine, unlikely caregiver, and lightly inspired by these prompts

the grip of the winter’s cold was their constant, unrelenting companion - but sometimes, B just wished it would be a little less faithful.

It doesn’t ease in the morning, when B wakes up coughing with a cold nose and stiff limbs. It stays as B shivers through the lukewarm shower and the hurried layering of clothes over damp, goosebumped skin. It sticks to them like cling wrap on the bus, in the lecture hall, the windy walk to their next class, makes them tense their rattling jaw, and leaves them hunched over and huddled up, desperate to conserve any scrap of heat.

This was a fact of their university existence - that after the pleasant crispness of fall, their poor, scholarship-funded body was plunged into four months of frozen hell. They didn’t like to complain - after all, they were getting a free education. But no one told them how brutal their university’s winters would be, nor that dorm heating was little more than a few puffs of warm air every hour, or that regardless of how many layers they pulled on, they’d be chilled to the bone until late March.

Their final class of the week is in a drafty science lab, and they hold back a groan. The cold's not the only source of their dread - it was the thought of spending 90 minutes with their perky, overly friendly lab partner, A.

A, whose parents were well-off, well-known benefactors of their university. A, who lived in a nice house with proper heating and had the money for a warm winter coat. A, who obliviously chattered on about anything and everything. Besides that, they were just so...happy. All the time.

The can afford to be, B thought miserably. There was no way all that sunshine could be real.

B really tried to tamp down their bitterness, but it was hard to listen to someone gush on about their amazing weekend their family spent on some tropical island when B spent the same weekend wrapped up in blankets, trying to stay warm enough to study their nomenclature notes.

Two minutes before class, A bounds into the lab like a freed golden retriever and begins their usual volley of caffeinated questions, which B responds to in short, clipped answers. Suddenly, the questions stop and A’s brows furrow.

“You look cold. Are you okay?”

B shifts on their stool and tucks their fingers into the sleeves of their worn secondhand coat, pulling it tighter with a shudder. “I am cold. It’s winter.” They cough weakly into their elbow - the nagging cough has gripped them for weeks now.

“Are you sick?”

Direct, then. That was new. “No. At least, I don’t think so. I don’t have a fever or anything.” In truth, they had been feeling a little lower than usual the past couple of days, the chill a little deeper, the aches more pronounced, the cough a bit more painful. But in their book, that was hardly enough call themselves sick. B sniffles and A opens their mouth to comment further, but the professor calls the class to attention, and the moment is gone.

90 minutes later, they’ve got their work cut out for them - a ten-page lab report that’s going to count for nearly a quarter of their final grade. And as luck would have it, it was a partner project, which meant B got to spend more time with the equivalent of human rocket fuel.

“So...do you want to just knock this out tonight?” A's eyes dart around nervously.

B frowns - it’s almost the weekend, and they figured A would have plans with friends this evening. But B sure doesn’t have anything going on., so they don’t protest. “No… I s’pose we should get as much done as possible while it’s still fresh. Want to go to the library?”

“Ugh." A cringes. "Do we have to? That place is like a tomb.”

B huffs indignantly. “It's not that bad," they mumble in a weak defense of their favorite study spot. A shoots them a glare, and B rolls their eyes. "Do you have somewhere better? It's Friday, so most places are closing up.”

“Well, my parents decided to go on some last-minute ski trip to the Alps again, so my place is free," A says as they step out into the biting wind. "Plus, I have a ton of food and it's actually warm in there, unlike these buildings.”

The promise of decent heating and food that wasn't from the dining hall was enough for B. "Fine. Your place." The pair trudge through the bitter wind as the sun begins to set, and soon they arrive at A's parents’ home - a beautiful, winding estate just a couple minutes away from campus. B has to bite their lip to keep their jaw off the ground - in the blustering snow, this place looks straight out of a Christmas card. Another reminder of how they don’t fit in this world.

Will you stop? B chastises themselves. A having money isn't a personal attack on you. Just enjoy the free food, finish the assignment and get over it.

Despite the towering exterior, B's house was quite cozy, colored in warm neutrals and filled with soft, comfortable furniture. Just past the mudroom, they spot a big living room filled with with an enormous overstuffed couch, squashy-looking pillows, and soft throw blankets. Everything about this place screams warm. A rubs their arms, suddenly aware of how cold they are. The heat nearly makes them dizzy, and they can feel the temperature difference as it seeps into their cold skin.

"Want some cocoa?" A tosses their bag into the corner and heads for an electric kettle in the kitchen, and B follows. "It always helps me warm up." B nods. A couple minutes later, A pushes over a steaming mug with the top entirely covered in marshmallows.

B wraps their chilled fingers around the mug and takes a sip, and the warm, rich liquid feels like heaven to their cold body. "That's amazing."

A smiles. "It's the good stuff." They sip in a surprising silence for a few moments, before A sighs in resignation. "As much as I wish this was just a social call, this report isn't gonna write itself." They grab a bag of popcorn and nod their head toward the living room, and B follows dutifully. A flicks on the gas fireplace and tosses B a throw blanket, and the pair gets to work.

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After a couple hours of studying, three instances of indignantly thrown popcorn, and a dramatic reading of the periodic table, B realized that they may have misjudged A. Deep down, under the bubbly exterior, A was a genuinely kind, sweet person. It wasn't an act - they just were human sunshine. And the longer they spent time with them, the more B realized they didn't mind their company at all.

"Alright." A drops their pencil and rubs their eyes. "If I have to balance one more equation, my brain's gonna explode. Study break time." A flips on the TV and puts the volume on low.

B leans their head back on the couch and pulls their throw blanket to their chin, trying to ward off the shivery feeling in their core. Despite the heat of the fire, the mug of hot chocolate, and the thick blanket, they just can’t seem to get warm.

Their face feels hot, but their blood feels chilled and heavy, the weight of it making them ache deep down in their bones. B wraps their arms around their knees, trying to rub away the throbbing pain and get some warmth into their skin. They glance out the picture window at the now-blowing snow. It's gonna be a miserable walk home.

"B, you're shivering." A's turning to look at them now.

B startles. "It's-It's nothing. Just a chill." The concern in A's voice triggers their flight response. "I....I should probably get back to the dorms. It’s late–" They're cut off with a hacking cough that leaves them breathless and they wince at the ache in their chest.

"B, it's snowing, and you haven't even had dinner-"

"Where's my jacket?" They push themselves up and toss the throw blanket off, instantly regretting it as the air invades their pocket of hard fought warmth. They’re trembling and dizzy and desperately freezing, but they cannot stay here. Then, the world tilts and they fall back on to the couch. For a moment, they're just laying in an icy, spinning world, trying to catch their breath, when warmth suddenly envelops them.

A's tucking the same thick grey blanket around their shivering form. As they pull away, their hand lightly brushes over B's neck, then freezes. B twists away from the gentle touch, but it’s too late. Realization floods over A's face. Caught. "You lied. You are sick."

B groans, even as their fingers weave into the chunky knit and pull the warm layer closer. "A, please. Just let me go home. I'm probably contagious. You don't want me here."

"B, you look like death warmed over. I'm not sending you out in a blizzard when you're feverish like this. I won't do it." There's a spark in their eyes and a set to A's jaw that dares B to challenge them.

B leans back, defeated. Even though they want nothing more than to run out of this room, they're too weak to stand and too cold to move. So here they'll stay.

It's okay. Someone's here. You can give in now.

No. I can't. I can't let them see me like this.

What choice do you have? You already look awful. Let them help you.

A covers them with another blanket and places a gentle hand on their back, rubbing slowly. The firelight flickers, casting light and shadow across their solemn face. “B. Tell me what you're feeling, and I'll get you what you need.”

B swallows down the rising panic, the helpless vulnerability they feel, and takes a shallow, shaky breath. “I…I guess I just feel….not right. I’m always cold...but it's...worse.” They sniffle weakly, trying to still and order their swirling thoughts. “Chills, fever, cough, sore throat, kinda stuffed up. And it just hurts everywhere.”

A nods slowly, then leaves the room. They return in a few minutes with a few small bottles, carefully scanning the labels and holding them up for B to see.

“Can you take this? Any problems with this one?” B had to take a moment and match the brand names with their usual knockoff brands, but soon they had a couple over the counter medicines picked out, along with something for their cough.

A glances at the medicine labels once more. "This one says to take with food. I've got some leftover chicken and dumpling soup I can heat up - does that sound okay?"

B nods almost imperceptibly. "Sounds wonderful." A gets up to heat the soup, and B feels the anxiety rising in their stomach when they're not in the room with them. A returns with a mug and manages to gently spoon a few sips of broth into B's mouth before B starts falling asleep, clutching the grey blanket even tighter to their shoulders.

A smiles sadly. “That blanket's my favorite whenever I'm not feeling good. It's the best thing you could have to fight off what you’ve got. Trust me.”

B curls into the soft fabric. It was as if the warm environment of the apartment and the comfort of the blanket had been a signal that it was safe to leave survival mode, rest for a moment, open the floodgates that had been holding back whatever had been ailing them for weeks.

After B takes their medicine, A’s eyes shift awkwardly around the room. “So….when you’re sick, do you like having someone with you? Or do you want to be by yourself?”

A sudden rush of emotion crashes over B. They’d so rarely had the choice. It takes all they’ve got not to throw themselves around A and beg them not to leave. “Stay, please,” they ask in a small, trembling voice. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

A smiles halfway and gently pats B’s leg. “Seeing as how I live here, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” They take their spot at the end of the couch and pull B’s legs over their own, flicking the TV to a familiar movie. B tries to keep up with the plot, but they keep falling in and out of a fitful, restless sleep, tossing, turning, unable to get comfortable enough.

When B’s about ready to cry from exhaustion, A’s there, covering them up with another blanket, bringing them a glass of water, gently stroking the damp hair off their forehead before laying a cold cloth over it. They flinch at first, but the cool dampness eases the fire of their fever, even for just a moment. The last thing B remembers before falling unconscious is a gentle hand squeezing theirs.

It could be minutes or hours later when they jolt awake from a fever dream in a cold sweat, choking and coughing. They’ve kicked off their blankets and the cloth is nowhere to be found, but the chills are back in full force. A appears in B’s blurred vision, hand held to B’s forehead. “Poor thing. Your fever’s worse,” they murmur.

B’s still gasping for breath, curled up in the fetal position, body wracked by the shakes as they try force the words through their chattering teeth. “A...It's so cold. I’m so scared.”

If B was more lucid, they’d see something in A’s eyes crack wide open at their weak, fearful cries. A pulls the trusted grey blanket from the floor and wraps it back around B, rubbing their arms to try and make them feel warmer. There's something in the tenderness of the gesture, and B’s panicked gasps turn into soft, quiet sobs. They try and cover their face with one hand, but A’s hand is there, catching their wrist and wiping the tears away with their thumb.

“Hey. You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta get through tonight, alright?” A’s voice matches their usual cheery demeanor, but B can see the fear in their own eyes. They don’t know what they’re doing either.

“Why are you helping me?” B whispers in a tear-roughened voice.

A shrugs. "You're sick. You need help. Is it that so surprising?"

B's eyes flash a delirious spark. "You don't get it. I'm a broke scholarship student. I'm nothing like you. I'm not fun, or bubbly, or rich, or any of those things you are, and I don't fit in here. So why?"

B can't stop the words now, every single insecurity laid bare. "Why do you try to talk to me when I'm nothing but rude to you? Why'd you invite me here? Am I just a project to you? Why are you helping me? I'm not worth it!" The words spill out before B can stop them, and the raw hurt in A's eyes nearly rips B's heart out of their chest.

B claps their hand over their mouth, tears flooding their eyes. Now they've done it. They've laid it all out there. A's gonna kick them to the curb. And B won't blame them one bit.

But instead, A just looks at them, and pulls B into a hug. Their voice wavers only a bit as they whisper in B's ear: "You're not a project. You are completely worth being cared for. And you’re not the only one who knows what it feels like to not fit somewhere. Trust me.”

Alone. In a big, empty house. Studying on a Friday night. No plans of their own.

A, are you lonely, too?

Their words are so simple.

And yet they're everything B didn't know they needed to hear. A's got one arm around their shoulders, and one hand threaded through their sweaty, fever-damp hair, and they're cradling B so tightly it’s like they're the one who needs to be held.

B can't find the words to apologize or comfort them back. They're too tired for that. But they wrap their other arm around A and let their head rest on their shoulder. They stay like that for ages until their head begins to drop, and A shifts so they’re both laying down, B curled against A, A’s arm wrapped around their shoulders as they tuck a blanket around them both.

And finally, finally, B lets go. It's safe to fall, this time around. Because for the first time, there's someone there to catch them.

[alberivh]

diluc five feet apart AU

diluc x gn!reader

warning : major angst, major character death, sickness (cystic fibrosis).

summary : where diluc fells for you in an unexpected time and life. Where all he could do are loving you from afar and take care of you from apart. Cystic fibrosis is the cause of his suffering and regret for loving you, so, how will he manage to get out from this hell before both of your time ran out?

a/n : i have a really bad writer’s block right now so do excuse my poor grammar and wording. This was inspired by five feet apart, i really love this movie even though it was too painful for me to even watch since i’m fragile. I do not take all of the idea’s from the movie, but i do think the movie was a big part of this making. So Anyways, hope you enjoy this short writing.

work’s note : This work would probably has a sequel in the future. So make sure to kept updated by following my page! // @ alberivh work

“Goodnight diluc…”

It was 1 am, the nurses are probably asleep and diluc have probably finish preparing his bed after you ended the facetime. It’s an ordinary night for you and him as a cystic fibrosis patient. The facetime you just ended this time wasn’t that meaningful either ; especially because how you both did it every single night after his honest confession you always think as if it were the nicest dream you could ever pictured. The facetime were either just diluc listening to your rant about the breathing ventilator being such a pain in a butt or him complaining about having a really bitter medicine or a non-edible food, It’s either were full of laugh or just you being his personal medication schedule.

tomorrow will be like this again won’t it. Sighing wouldn’t work to regret your fate for living with this infection. Cystic fibrosis has changed your goal since you were a kid, not only goal..maybe everything. if it weren’t because of this infection, maybe he could reach me. it’s so exhausting to think about this everyday and every single night, so you let the sleep drown you to tomorrow. Only to reminded by the fact diluc might be gone before you do.

And As you predicted. Same as the next day, you both have a late night facetime ; which took diluc a while to answer since he was still figuring out this ‘puzzle’ kaeya has brought to visit him a while back.

“Diluc have you taken your medicines? Just to make sure you’ve already—”

“I haven’t got any new medicines, the left overs are too bitter, and those nurses probably want me to have the lungs transplant faster even though i don’t want it..such a pain in the ass..” , before you could continue your words, diluc told you everything. maybe it was his complaints to be reminded about his deadly infection. Diluc is probably exhausted, same as you. but we couldn’t just gave up..right?

Then silence came. forcing you to kept quiet before diluc start his words again. Maybe there’s a change from his words..right?

“love..could you please take the lungs transplant for me..?”

and in a sudden, he ask you the one thing you’ve never wanted to heard. How can he just let this opportunity slips for your sake? How can he just left you because he wants you to survive? How can he..?

“You’re joking aren’t you? It’s not funny, diluc.” ,

“I’m not, love…just- you know what, Please, take the lungs transplant in the behalf of me, my time is short. It’ll be not long for you to see me pass and i want you to live as long as you can.. since i know you can an—“

“You’re so selfish diluc. How many times should i told you that i’m also in pain..how many times i..i told you we’re in this together,,,just how…why..” his plea made your tears flow onto the sidebone of your cheeks. Dropping like it was meant to flow every seconds. He want you to live, yet you want him to be here as always. How selfish for a sinner to wish, especially as the likes of you both. How can we live? We’re dying diluc..

diluc couldn’t look at you, everytime he tries to turn his gaze onto you, he feel some sort of-regrets. All of the tears which flew from the side of your visions are because of his words. He thought, silently. ignoring your heavy sniffs. Maybe his wishes couldn’t be grant because everytime he dreams, he died. So he changed his mind and prepared the things he need to brought for ‘you’. He ended the facetime you two have did for about 5 minutes now. The shortest and the last record of facetime you’ll have with him.

“hey i’m coming in..” , a voice came from the edge of your room. It sounded so familiar and soothing, the same voice which always comfort you behind the nights you lived through.

“Why’d you came here, diluc..we couldn’t even met at the first place..”

“just unlocked the door love..please. No one would warned us again in another time so please-”

he begs and begs for your permission to unlocked the door. He patiently waits for your answer and action, even after you ignored him when he gave you his last plea. The mask he wears while waiting for you are the same mask he used when he first met you, it still smells like the old days, he said it himself.

“I’m not going to push you to open this door..but please let us meet again..even if this were going to be the last. I want us to reach each other.”

diluc sounds so crushed and apologetic. he still stays in front of your doorsteps even when he knew you wouldn’t answer him in the slightest. Still, he is waiting for you to reach him up. He’s tired yet he still manage to live and wait for you. Same as you who always been there with him, ever since the first day of his arrival.

he open his mouth again, trying to catch a breath before he yells about his plea again. Until he saw you in the back of the door and at the perfect time. Diluc look so concerned at this poin, why must you hide from him?

he stayed out 2 meters away from you, a not-so good attempt to keep his infection from you. until a gentle composure came to hold his waist, softly and mesmerizing. although, in a sudden of time, he almost fall out of balance because of you, your body were so frail for him to even feel anymore, it were drowning onto his body. You were hugging him, so tightly, like he would fade in the moment. see? I’m also dying diluc.

“heavens..you’re so- warm..” , he whispered. It’s the same voice and tone you’ve heard from him at your first arrival in this so-called hospital, you’ve never changed diluc. Wish we could stay like this-

“Forever..”

The warmth of your hug last for a good 30 seconds, Cough and mucus came onto your throat, reacting onto the fast-spread infection. it’s not even surprising for both of you and him to saw this prediction happens in a sudden. You know it would happened, he would also knew this would happened. Everything just goes the exact same way as how you planned it to be.

But diluc, why do you look so upset? I though you knew this would happen. Just why must you took pity on me.. you saw this, his face, his trembling structure, everything. You knew the fate you have chosen for the sake of your lover. this way, the infections are killing you instead of him. He needs the lungs transplant, he still has a family who cares about his sake, he needs to live longer.

you silently thought about your future with him. so beautiful. if you both were to escape from this hell since a young-born, You think he would propose to you and live with you in a big mansion his family ran out for generation. Like a fantasy of a protagonist. And A ran-away patient, dreaming to live their dream life with those who can’t reach them anymore. How Ironic.

“If…if it were because of me you died..i..i would never forgive the gods for having you love me..” , still holding onto your infected mucus at the corner of your lungs, you could feel your once-smooth-breathing turned to a sharp needle. which would only disturb your way of reaching him again and again. Have i told him how much i love him? Have i gave him everything he needs? Have i told him about my newest art? haha…god’s if my duty haven’t been fulfilled this time, please protect diluc for my sake. Please let diluc live.

“darling..i love you so much-so much..i could hardly even recognize your sight now, my time..is near love, so..please..please..let go..” you cough out every single thing that have been holding your words. Mucus, blood, sweats, even tears. He could finally hears your confession, but his tears are forming all of it’s chance down to his cheeks.

And in one last pushes of your overflowing breathing. You took his words as your last word.

“goodnight my love..”

His goodbyes and your last farewell. He has heard you again, for the last time and forever. He broke onto a forming dwell of heavy tears, still holding onto your lifeless body as if it were meant to be his nature to keep you safe in his arms. He’d wipe the infected mucus from the filthy floor, he’d also wiped the small droplet of blood in your hands, meaning to clean the dimmed sins from your ‘pure’ body. He carries your body in a bridal style as a form of happiness and to the messy bed, he let you rest peacefully. It’s a form of the repeatful end of life.

“sleep well my love..goodbye”

[ficnation]

The Dead Girl - Finn x Reader

Request: Hello dearie! I have a request for The 100. I haven't been able to write it out myself, but I was thinking of the reader being Finn's sister and she gets caught one day (was thinking maybe she stole med supplies or something because Finn and Raven got really sick). Then a year or so before Finn's spacewalk, he gets told reader died, but she doesn't. Reader doesn't understand why Finn and Raven stopped visiting her and the guards tell her Finn was glad she was gone. Fastforwad to the ground and reader is reunited with Finn, but she is still hesitant to believe Finn cares for her at all. She gets stabbed by Lincoln instead of him. Don't know what to do after that.Sorry, went on a rant there, but that is about as angsty as I could get. Thank you!

requested by @elite4cekalyma

Word count: 5158

Pairing: Finn Collins x Sister! Reader, Raven Reyes x Female! Reader (platonic), Jasper Jordan x Female! Reader (crush)

Warnings: cursing, sibling’s death (reader, faked), usual the 100 themes, assault

A/n: Hello! You don’t even realize how much I like detailed requests like this one, babe! I was in heaven when I saw it ;)  Hope you’ll enjoy it!

my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins​

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

Like every day, you stared at the white ceiling. Nothing was interesting about it except the occasional scratch or bump. Yet your eyes were stuck to it, boring holes in the surface when you weren't asleep. Nothing mattered anymore for you, not your life, not The Ark. Hell, you didn’t even have anyone to live for anymore. Everyone you cared about left you behind as a distant memory. They carried on with their lives as if nothing had happened while you were locked up in the Sky Box, staring at empty walls and wondering if they already forgot about you.

There was a time when they came to visit you, almost every day, to check if you were okay. You sacrificed your freedom so they wouldn’t suffer, and they were grateful for that at the start, but then they stopped coming. The last time you saw them was over a year ago or maybe even more. You lost count of the time sitting in this metal box completely alone.

You just knew that you missed your big brother and his sarcastic girlfriend. They took care of you when you were little, making sure the guards didn’t find you and take you away from them just because you were born. They succeeded in doing so for fourteen years, but then they fell sick. So horribly sick that you thought you’d lose them. You couldn’t just watch them die when you were completely healthy and knew how to help them. You snuck through the vents into the Medical Station and stole antifebrile drugs to get their fever down.

You were scared that they’d die without the medicine. You were fourteen and scared. They were so weak that they couldn’t even get up from their beds without your help. It made you panic and act reckless. Instead of waiting for their fever to go down or asking Abby Griffin to check on them, you chose the risky option, and then you got caught leaving the vents. Your brother was furious at you, and he had every right to be because not even an hour later, three guards knocked on your door and took you away.

“Y/n Collins, you are under arrest for stealing antifebrile medicine from Ark’s Medical Station and being a second child. Open the door and hand yourself over, or we will have to use force,” the guard demanded, knocking on the metal door, ready to get into your room no matter what.

“You can’t go there,” Finn begged weakly, catching your sleeve in his fingers when you moved to get up from your place by his side.

“Finn’s right, Y/-” Raven’s words were interrupted with another coughing fit. You ran up to her to help her sit up on the cot so she could breathe a little easier. She looked you right in the eyes when her throat stopped itching so much. “They’ll lock you up in the Sky Box and float you the second you turn eighteen,” she snapped, but her voice was hoarse and weak after the coughing attack. She felt like her whole body was screaming in protest when she reached for your soft hand, entwining your fingers with hers.

“It was my choice to steal the medicine. I’m guilty, and they have every right to punish me. I needed to save you, and I stand by the choice I made,” you said, squeezing her hand and avoiding your older brother’s piercing eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe if you just let us die, then we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he grounded out, his whole body trembling in fear at the thought of losing you.

“You don’t mean it,” you whispered back, moving away from Raven when the door to your room slid open after one of the guards used their access card.

“Y/n Collins, put your hands in the air so I can see them,” the man commanded, clutching a shock baton tightly in his hand. Two other guards stood by his side, ready to restrain you.

“Can I at least say goodbye?” you asked the guard pleading him with your eyes, forcing yourself to shed a tear for an extra effect. Thank god, it worked.

“You have thirty seconds,” he nodded his head, clearly moved by your fate. He knew your background, knew you were a second child, an orphan at that, and now you were getting arrested because you stole antifebrile drugs to help your brother and his girlfriend. Fate really turned against you in every way possible.

“Finn,” you mumbled out, running into his awaiting arms. “I love you.” You slipped the little bottle of medicine into the waistband of his pants when the guard informed you that your time was up. 

“Leave her alone!” Raven shot up from the bed when one of the men in uniform grabbed your arm harshly, pushing you towards the door. She managed to take two steps before collapsing to the floor, too weak to even stand on her own. “I’m begging you, take me instead,” she pleaded, trying to get up but failing miserably when her arms trembled every time she tried to push herself up from her knees.

Finn scrambled to her side, worried about his girlfriend. “Raven, leave it. They’re not going to listen to us.” He circled his arms around the thrashing brunette, cradling her body in his embrace, his eyes following you with guilt and sadness. You were just fourteen, and you saved them and willingly gave up your freedom, your life; you did it all for them.

“Save your energy, you will need it,” the nice guard said, nodding his head at the pair when his coworker handcuffed you, your wrists already in agony.

You turned around towards them for the last time before they threw you into Sky Box. “May we meet again.” You smiled at the pair, your eyes already glassy with unshed tears, and this time the heartbroken expression on your face was real.

“Prisoner one-nine-three, get up,” the guard’s voice reached your ears from the other side of the door. “I repeat, prisoner one-nine-three get up from the bed and face the wall,” the man repeated harsher than before. Before you could execute his orders, the door clicked open.

You pushed your body up from the mattress and turned around to face the wall opposite the door. You were barely seventeen. There was no way they came to take you to your trial. There was no reason for you to be afraid. You reminded yourself that even if they came here to get rid of you, you didn’t have a family anymore. No one cared about your wellbeing anymore. They could float you, and no one would cry over your death.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked from sheer curiosity. If you were going to die, then they could at least give you a heads-up.

“No questions,” the guard silenced you, pulling on your right hand. You let him put a bracelet on it. Your skin stung a little when the metal sunk deep into your skin. You looked down at the device with interest. “Let’s go.” He shoved you forward, seeing that you were too preoccupied with the bracelet. “Prisoner one-nine-three, get your ass moving!” he yelled, frustrated at your insubordination.

You immediately started walking, not wanting to anger the bulky man even more. He led you out of the room, pushing you forward when you stopped to look around at the Sky Box and the delinquents being released from the confines of their cells. The guard took you to B’ dock with other young criminals. They forced you into a line in front of the dropship, taking someone inside and coming back for the next person.

You looked around in hope of finding at least one familiar face in the crowd. Then your gleaming eyes met his brown eyes, and you felt like time stopped. You wanted to run to him, throw your arms around his neck, and never let him go again. But when you blinked, he was gone. You thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you. There was no way that your big brother landed himself in prison, he was too sly to get caught.

“Y/n?” you heard your name being called somewhere behind you. You turned around just to be met with another familiar face.

“Jasper?” you asked in disbelief, seeing the goggle-wearing boy pushing other delinquents out of his way to get to you. You smiled at the brown-eyed teenager while he caught you in his embrace.

“How are you still alive?” he asked in disbelief, fisting the back of your shirt in his hand. You held him against your body tightly before a guard yelled at you to get moving. Jasper released you reluctantly. “Can’t you see we’re reuniting here, dude?” he snapped at the armed man but complied and released you when the guard took out his shock baton threateningly. 

“Let’s go, Jasper,” you took your friend’s hand, entwining your fingers, and pulled him further down the line.

“Were you in the Sky Box all this time?” the black-haired boy asked, confused. He thought you were dead; everyone thought so. Every time he asked the guards about you, they told him you got floated early to save the oxygen. He was so sure that you were gone, too deep in his anger and grief to even consider that they could be lying.

“Where else would I be? It’s not like they’d cut me loose and forgive my ‘many crimes’,” you snorted after the words left your lips. Your soft eyes found Jasper again, you just couldn’t stop staring at him. You haven’t seen him in so long that you almost forgot how he looked like.

“They told us you were dead, that you got floated to save oxygen.” Jasper scratched the back of his neck, suddenly awkward for believing these ridiculous lies.

“Oh, I-” Before you could continue, you noticed that you were the next one in line to get taken into the dropship. “Do you know where are they taking us?” you asked quickly, looking at him expectantly.

“We’re going to Earth,” Jasper answered with a huge grin.

The dropship shook, spinning out of control and heading for the ground quickly. Jasper slid his hand over your smaller one that was holding onto the seatbelt for dear life. He was strapped in behind you with Monty by his side. The position must’ve been very uncomfortable for him, seeing as the bright orange seatbelt sunk into his shoulder, but he didn’t complain, holding your hand in his and running his thumb over your knuckles.

“We’re gonna be alright. We’re gonna be alright,” you repeated to yourself in shaky whispers. You were so focused on controlling your anxiety that you didn’t notice that one boy unstrapped himself and floated in the air laughing at the lack of gravity and making snarky comments about Wells’ father. 

“Y/n, we’re good. We’re alive,” Jasper murmured excitedly when the dropship plummeted into the ground. “I guess these two weren’t so lucky.” Your head snapped towards the two unknown teenagers laying on the dropship’s floor, unmoving. 

“Oh god,” you whispered, your free hand releasing the seatbelt in shock. Silence fell around the delinquents who were still processing the situation. You landed on Earth. Well, you hoped it was Earth and not another planet.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Monty broke the silence. “No machine hum,” he noted.

“Whoa, that’s a first.” Jasper dropped your hand to unstrap himself before rushing towards you and helping you get out of the uncomfortable seat. “Feeling better already?” he asked with a smile, seeing your suddenly cheerful expression.

“We landed!” You jumped up, circling your arms around Jasper’s neck and hugging him tightly. The fear you felt earlier already vanished from your mind.

“Yeah, we definitely did land somewhere.” He blushed, trying to get his feelings under control, holding you close against his slim body. You could never comprehend how much he missed you and how much pain your ‘death’ inflicted on him. Jasper hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the feeling of relief that you were finally back at his side.

“Let’s go!” you said excitedly, pulling away from him and running towards the exit of the dropship, leaving your friend to exchange glances with Monty. Unbeknownst to you, the latter teased his best friend about his evident crush on you.

Before you could reach your destination, somebody’s hand shot up in your direction and wrapped around your arm, preventing you from going any further. You looked up to meet the brown eyes of a handsome boy who was definitely older than you. The Guard’s black uniform fit his muscular body nicely, his olive complexion and dark curly hair making him even more attractive. The boy just screamed ‘ladies here comes trouble’. He held you back from reaching the large metal door, placing his large hand against your sternum.

“What is it with people grabbing me all the time?” you grumbled out, unhappy about the unknown boy’s behavior. The dark-eyed stranger released you quickly but didn’t apologize for his actions.

“Just so you know, I will be opening this door,” he said with a small smirk, looking at the people crowding around you as if he was already their leader.

“That’s not exactly your choice to make.” You stepped away from him, jabbing him in the ribs with your elbow. “Open it then. I want to go outside already,” you complained before an unknown blonde girl pushed her way through the crowd.

“Stop! The air could be toxic,” she said, annoyed at your ‘irresponsible’ actions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been locked up in the Sky Box since I was fourteen. I’m not just going to sit around here, waiting for a sign from God to tell me that it’s safe to go outside.”

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway,” he agreed with you, clutching the lever in his hand.

“Wait, isn’t this Y/n Collins? The second child that was supposed to be floated early?” someone asked, nudging their friend. 

“Why is she still alive?” another voice joined before the whole crowd started whispering about you. 

You ignored the voices, shutting them out of your mind. Bellamy was staring at his sister in shock, too occupied with their reunion to notice that you grabbed the lever and pulled it down. The metal door opened slowly, letting the fresh breeze rush over your smiling face.

“Let's give them something else to remember you by,” Bellamy whispered to his sister, seeing you looking at your surroundings in amazement, too focused on the green view and fresh air to step outside.

“Yeah? Like what?” Octavia asked, tilting her head so her brother could whisper the idea into her ear.

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years,” his words wafted through her mind, which soaked them in like a sponge.

Without waiting for another second, the brunette pushed you aside, making you trip over the opened metal door before falling on your side with a wince, your hands keeping your face away from the dirt and grass beneath them. Some rocks sunk into your skin, making you grit your teeth in pain. Octavia ignored your figure, leaping outside and throwing her arms in the air with a loud exhale.

“We’re back, bitches!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, spinning around just in time to see someone heading in your direction. She sent you an apologetic smile full of awkwardness before walking away to wonder at the beautiful nature of Earth.

“Are you alright?” The familiar voice made your head snap in its direction. Over your slumped body stood the person you thought you’d never see again. His soft brown eyes met yours, full of disbelief, happiness, and confusion.

“Finn,” you murmured out his name, your voice breaking. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Your older brother fell to his knees beside you, circling his strong arms around your silhouette, clutching you tightly in his embrace. His chin rested on the crown of your head while he murmured incoherent words to himself that sounded as if he was reassuring himself that you were real and not just a hallucination caused by toxic air. He breathed in a sigh of relief, his tears streaming down his cheeks and landing in your hair.

“My little sister, my sweet Y/n,” Finn whispered in desperation, causing your own eyes to water. “I love you. I love you so much,” he repeated the words over and over again for several minutes, not letting you go even when you started punching his chest in frustration.

“You left me there. You left me there, Finn! I was alone, and you didn’t come!” you cried out, trying to push him away. He didn’t care for you then. Why would he care now? He promised to visit you at least once a week, but he stopped when you turned sixteen. “I... I waited for you,” you mumbled out, your voice breaking.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. They told me you were dead, and I-”

“But I’m not!” you screamed at him, finally managing to get away from his vice-like grip. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. If you did, then you’d see how much your words pained him, how the guilt ate him away piece by piece right in front of your face.

“Y/n, is he bothering you?” Jasper’s voice joined into the siblings’ not-so-happy reunion. He recognized your brother but didn’t question why were you trying to get away from him so desperately. The goggle-wearing boy took your hand in his before pulling you up on your feet.

“No, it’s alright. We’re done talking,” you ground out, your eyes meeting Finn’s in pure hatred, there was a spark of longing in them as well, but you shoved it back so deep into your mind that your brother surely wouldn’t find it there.

“Come on, we need to clean your hands.” Jasper pulled you away, ignoring the tense atmosphere between you and your sibling.

You almost forgot about the rocks that plunged themselves into your palms, and now when your friend reminded you, your skin started burning. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of seeing Finn again after a year of feeling like he didn’t want you in his life anymore.

Your relationship with Finn didn't change a lot since the day when you landed on Earth. You avoided him at all costs, taking every opportunity to be as far away from him. You forced yourself to stop caring, especially about his close connection with Clarke.

The girl wasn’t a bad person. Hell, she was cute and smart. She helped you many times before, bandaging your wounds and reassuring you when you felt like a liability. If it weren’t for Finn, you would probably be good friends with her by now. But what you didn’t appreciate about her was her relationship with your brother. They acted as if Raven never existed, giving each other longing gazes across the camp. You felt bad for her when Finn’s girlfriend joined you on Earth. It seemed that your brother forgot to tell her that there was someone else in his life. You hoped that they didn’t break up through the year when you didn’t have any contact with them.

Raven’s sudden appearance in the camp was surprising, but she was probably more shocked by your very alive person than your group was about her escape pod crashing onto the Ground. She wanted to embrace you the second she saw you but the ice-cold glare you sent her way was enough to stop her in her tracks.

The brunette explained everything to you and decided to give you as much time as you needed to think everything through. You didn’t know if you could believe her. The guard’s words spinning in your mind, not letting you forget that they left you there and if it wasn’t for The Ark sending the hundred to the Ground, you’d have never seen them again.

You were alone in your cell once again, laying on the uncomfortable cot with a tiny smile. Today was visitation day, and Finn promised to be there to catch up with you and tell you everything that happened on The Ark this week. 

“Prisoner one-nine-three,” the guard standing outside the door called out your number, making you scramble off the bed in excitement. Finn was waiting for you in the common room, and you couldn’t wait to hug him and tell him how much you missed him and Raven.

“What hour is it? Are you taking me to the common room? Is Finn waiting for me?” the questions spilled from your mouth while you turned around to face the wall, your hands outstretched behind your back, ready to be cuffed. 

“There are no visitors for you today, prisoner one-nine-three,” the guard said, his voice ice-cold.

“What do you mean?” You turned towards him, looking him in the eyes in confusion. “You’re lying,” you stated when you noticed his fidgeting hands.

“I’m not. There're no visitors for you, and there won’t ever be. Your brother doesn’t want to see you.”

“No, this is not fair! I want to speak with Chancellor Jaha.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you,” he grounded out, taking a menacing step towards your person.

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll scream!” You backed away from him quickly, but your back met the wall after four steps. The man followed, pushing you into the metal surface harshly.

“The medicine you stole two years ago. That medicine could’ve saved my wife’s life, and now she’s gone!” The guard gripped your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the wall above your head.

“What are you doing? Please don’t hurt me!” you cried out, making the man grit his teeth in frustration.

“Shut up! Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage already?! Your brother doesn’t care about you anymore. No one does after they found out about what you did to my wife.”

His closed fist met your face, making you whimper in pain. You shut your eyes, trying to block out every punch and hateful comment coming your way. But he just kept going again and again, until every inch of your skin was bruised, and blood oozed out of your nose and mouth. Yet, the only pain you felt came from his words. Your big brother didn’t care about you anymore. He didn’t want to see you ever again.

“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry,” you whispered after he released you.

The man seemed speechless after his brutal actions. He did everything to become a guard on The Ark and find you. You were fourteen when you stole the strong antifebrile medicine that could’ve saved his wife. If a fourteen years old girl could kill his wife, then she could take her punishment. The beating didn’t seem enough for the man. He cuffed your hands before pushing you towards the exit.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, your voice cracking.

“Solitary. Since your brother doesn’t wish to visit you anymore, the chancellor decided to make some space for other criminals and lock you there instead,” the guard explained, pulling you by the arm through the dimly lit corridors of the Sky Box.

“This doesn’t ma-” His grip on you tightened, making you shut your mouth and follow him in silence. 

When you got into the solitary wing, he threw you in the dark cell and closed the door without another word. He couldn’t have you telling your brother and friends about his actions. The Council would float him for this, and that’s why he had to lie. The extra suffering it caused you was just a bonus.

“Again, who’s idea was it to cross the Grounders’ territory?” you asked, walking beside Jasper with your dagger clutched tightly in your hand. 

You just saw three of your people die at the hands of the Grounders, but Bellamy just couldn’t stop chasing after Octavia. You understood that she was his sister, but he was putting you all in danger by running after one of them. You didn’t even know if he had Octavia. What if it was a trap? What if all of you were chasing your own demise?

“Y/n, we can’t let him escape without being sure that he’s not the one who has her,” Finn said, staring at the back of your head. You still didn’t forgive him, and God only knows how many times he apologized for not visiting you, you didn’t even let him explain himself.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” you grounded out, quickening your steps and joining Bellamy’s side at the front of your small group.

“Will she ever hear me out?” Finn asked Jasper, looking expectantly at him for an answer. He was desperate to have you in his life again. He wished everything could be like it was before you were locked up in the Sky Box.

“I don’t know, man. She’s still mad. Give her some time,” the black-haired boy answered, patting your brother on the arm before focusing his eyes back on your figure. You spent so much time together since you landed on Earth, and with every day that passed, he loved you even more than before; he thought it wasn’t possible to have such strong feelings towards someone. God, he joined Bellamy’s search party only to impress you.

“Soooo… You and my sister, huh?” Spacewalker sent the other boy a tiny grin.

“We’re just friends,” Jasper answered, but the tips of his ears went red in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, ‘just friends’ my ass. Treat her well because if you hurt her, I’ll make sure every inch of your body is covered in bruises,” Finn threatened him teasingly before joining Monroe’s side and leaving the whipped boy alone.

“Make room! Y/n got stabbed by a Grounder!” Finn carried you into the dropship, holding one of his arms under your knees while the other one supported your back, clutching you close to his chest.

“Clarke! Where’s Clarke? Get her here right now!” Jasper yelled frantically. Tears streamed down his face since the moment the Grounder sunk his blade into your body. He just couldn’t stop them from escaping his eyes. What if they were too late? He couldn’t lose you again, not now, not ever.

“Clear the table!” Clarke ordered, running into the room, her blue eyes glued to your unconscious figure. “Do it now!”

“Y/n, oh my god…” Raven quickly slid everything off the metal table that stood in the corner of the room. Her heart broke when she saw your closed eyes and the blood oozing out of the wound in your chest. She helped Finn lay you gently on the metal surface.

“Y/n, please wake up,” your brother whispered desperately. His warm hand found yours and gripped it tightly. “I can’t go through it again…”

Clarke checked your pulse, sighing with relief when she felt it under her fingers. “She’s alive. Raven, I need to talk with my mother. I can’t help her otherwise.”

The brunette’s teary eyes were still stuck to you and Finn, who begged you to not leave him. She couldn’t look away, she was too afraid that if she did, you’d die. God, she couldn’t even move. It felt like her whole body was paralyzed.

“Raven, wake up!” Jasper yelled at her, making her head snap in his direction. “We need the radio. Can you fix it?” He looked at her, pleading her with his eyes to figure out how to repair that stupid radio. You couldn’t die. He would never forgive himself for letting you go without saying how he felt about you. 

“I will fix it. I’m not letting her die. Not ever again.”

Your eyelids fluttered open when you heard someone shuffling around the dropship. You tried to look around, but the laying position prevented you from finding the source of the noise. You hoisted yourself up on your elbows, quickly regretting moving at all. The pain that shot through your whole body made you gasp.

“God, I’m trying to exist here. Can you stop making so much noise?” you mumbled out, your voice hoarse. Your eyes met Finn’s silhouette. He was focused on lifting bloodied rugs from the floor around the metal table you laid on, but at your words, his head snapped in your direction.

“You’re awake!” The dark-haired boy rushed to your side, tripping over his own feet. “You almost scared me to death,” he mumbled out, scanning your features with his soft brown eyes. “I thought I lost you again.”

“Finn,” you whispered his name before throwing yourself at him, enveloping him in a hug that spoke thousands of words. “Please, forgive me. I love you so much, big brother. I know you care about me too, and I’m so fucking sorry that I’ve put you through so much pain,” you rambled, fisting the fabric of his shirt in your hands, holding him close.

“No, you don’t get to apologize, Y/n. You did nothing wrong, okay? I should’ve never believed the guards. Will you forgive me?” he whispered, kissing the side of your head tenderly.

“We’re idiots.”

“The biggest idiots that have ever walked on this ground.” 

The both of you burst into teary giggles, holding each other close. You were so stubborn and stupid, but the war between the two of you was finally over, and you couldn’t be happier at that fact. After this accident, you were sure that nothing could pull you apart.

“Y/n?!” Raven’s voice pierced the air, and before you could comprehend what was happening, the brunette joined the hug, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that ever again, dumbass!” Tears slipped from her gorgeous brown eyes, making wet splotches on your grey shirt. 

“I can’t promise you that. Apparently dying, and coming back is my new hobby.” You laughed whole-heartedly. Oh, how you missed being friends with Raven, seeing her toothy smile and her sparkling eyes when she was talking about her passions.

“Group hugging without me? Not fair,” you heard the familiar voice of your best friend. Jasper threw his arms around the three of you with a huge grin.

"Jasper!" You were so happy to see him that he almost passed out at that fact.

“It’s a family reunion, Goggles!” Raven complained, feeling the boy’s elbow jab her in the ribs. 

“Man, wait your turn!”

You laughed at their playful fight. The beautiful sound left your lips and echoed through the dropship. You were more than happy to be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

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The Things You Give Pt 14

Steven Hyde x Read

Happy Holidays and New Years everyone! I can’t believe we’re already 14 parts in. I’m so glad you guys are loving the story! Tag list is open if you want to be a part of it :)

Beep, beep, beep.

           The sound of the heart monitor was the only noise resourcing from the room. Hyde sat beside y/n, watching as her chest gently rose and fell, and listened to Red interrogate Eric from the hallway.

           “What do you mean you don’t know what happened?!” Red asked him in his usual gruff tone.

           “I don’t, Dad!” Eric defended. “All I saw is that she was sick and she was trying to get Fez and Hyde to stop fighting and she just dropped!”

           “And you didn’t catch her?” Red fumed. “She could’ve gotten hurt!”

           “Well, I didn’t expect her to fall!” he responded.

           “Red, honey, your yelling isn’t making anything easier,” Kitty said quietly.

           “For me it is!”

           “Red,” she said more sternly.

           “Well, have they figured out what’s wrong with her?” the worried father asked impatiently.

           “No, they haven’t,” Kitty answered calmly.

           “What’s taking them so long?” he grumbled. “We’ve been here for hours!”

           Kitty blinked at her husband. “We’ve been here for twenty-five minutes.”

           “And our daughter has been unconscious for forty! My little girl is in there now and I want answers, dammit!”

           “Red, she’s fine,” Kitty said, trying to soothe him. “She’s tucked in a bed right now with monitoring and her breathing is normal. They drew her blood and we’re just waiting on the test results.”

           “They need to come faster!” he shouted, causing Kitty to frantically look around and smile nervously as her coworkers stared at them.

           “Hey, Mom, if Dad has another heart attack, at least it’ll save us another ambulance bill since we’re already at a hospital,” Eric said grinning, sarcasm bleeding into his tone.

           “Can it, dumbass!” Red snarled.

           Inside the room, y/n groaned, hearing the arguing from outside and slowly opened her eyes, seeing nothing but white. Her head felt someone was taking a jack hammer to her skull. Steven noticed and waited anxiously by her side.

           “Why do they have to be so loud?” she mumbled.

           Steven sighed in relief and grabbed her hand. “Are you okay? How’re you feeling?”

           “I think so,” she croaked. “I feel like crap and I’m tired.”

           Hyde chuckled softly and leaned over, kissing her head softly. “You scared the crap out of me.”

           “What happened? Am I in the hospital?” she asked, not letting go of his hand.

           Hyde paused, searching her face. “You don’t—? You fainted and hit the ground pretty hard. They think you may have gotten a concussion.”

           “Well, that explains my headache,” she grumbled and rubbed her head. She looked at Steven who was still looking at her with worried eyes. “Where is everyone?”

           “Your parents are out in the hall with your brother, Fez is here but went to find ice cream.” He rolled his eyes at the thought but continued. “And everyone else is on their way.”

           “How long have I been out?”

           “About forty-five minutes. I’m glad you’re okay,” he answered and pulled her hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

           If it wasn’t for her head screaming at her, her heart would be fluttering away like butterflies, but all she wanted to do was numb the pain. A sharp pain surged through her skull, causing her to hiss.

           “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked her.

           She tried to nod, but that caused more pain to her skull. “My head hurts. A lot.”

           “That’s what happens when you smack your head on concrete,” he answered. “You have a pretty good-sized knot on your head.”

            Y/n reached up and felt her scalp until she felt a painful bump behind the side of her head. She winced at her own touched. “Ow.”

           “Maybe you shouldn’t do that,” Hyde chuckled. “I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want anything?”

           Her stomach churned at the thought of liquids and scrunched up her nose. “No, but I probably should. I’ll take a ginger ale if they have any.”

           “You got it, doll,” he said and walked out just as the doctor was stepping in.

           “Good afternoon, Miss Forman,” the middle-aged, dark haired man said. “I’m Dr. Kipp. I’ve been looking over you while you were out. How are you feeling?”

           “Not gonna lie, Doc, I feel pretty lousy,” Y/n responded. “I’ve been sick for the last couple of days. Not being able to keep anything down, I’m achy all over…I’m starting to wonder if I have the stomach flu or something. On top of that, my head is killing me.”

           “Well, you passed out due to your blood pressure dropping which caused a lack of blood to the brain, but it’s definitely not the stomach flu,” Dr. Kipp answered casually, setting down his clipboard as he went over to the sink to wash his hands.

           “How do you know that?” Y/n questioned him.

           “Well, it can’t be because you’re pregnant.”

                                                  --Time Skip—

           “How’s y/n doing?” Donna asked as she got to the waiting room, flowers in hand.

           “Oh, that’s so sweet that you got her flowers!” Kitty gushed, making Donna smile. “And she’s awake. The doctor is in there right now with her.”

           “Oh, good,” she said and sat down next to Fez who was quietly eating ice cream. “Where did you get the ice cream?”

           “Oh, I told them that y/n was my wife and they let me get ice cream!” he replied stoically.

           “So, you’re telling me that you hit on her and now you’re telling people she’s your wife?” Hyde seethed, holding a cup of coffee in one and a ginger ale can in the other.

           “Can you kids not fight for five damn minutes please?” Red asked impatiently. “It’s bad enough that we’re here, I don’t want to have to hear about your petty drama.”

           “Hey, don’t get mad at me. You’re the reason she’s here in the first place,” said Fez.

           “Why would it be your fault?” Kitty asked Hyde.

           “It’s not!” Hyde replied. “He’s just saying crap so I can knock his teeth in.”

           Kitty and Red squinted their eyes at the teens for a moment. “What on earth is going on here?” Kitty asked, growing frustrated.

           “Nothing,” Hyde answered through gritted, glaring daggers at Fez.

           Fez returned the glare. “You know, Hyde, I often wonder what it would be like to hook up with my best friend’s sister. Don’t you?”

            Hyde’s expression hardened. “It’s a good thing we’re in a hospital because when I break your bones, you’re already here!” Hyde aggressively moved towards Fez, but was stopped short by Eric getting in between them.

           “Okay! That’s enough,” he sang-song. “Hyde, why don’t you sit over there quietly and don’t beat up Fez.” He turned to Fez. “And Fez? Shut the hell up.”

           Hyde jerked himself away. “I’m going to go give this to y/n.”

           Back in the room, y/n felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. “I’m…what?”

           “Pregnant,” he responded in a faux enthusiastic voice. “That was through the blood test. We’re going to have you take urine test as well. So,” he pulled out a plastic cup. “You’re going to pee in this cup and when you’re finished, pull the string and a nurse will come in and collect it. Then, we’ll do a full examination on you to make sure your head is okay.”

           Y/n nodded numbly and mindlessly grabbed the cup in her hand. “Okay…”

           “Probably not the news you were expecting, huh?” he asked.

           Y/n chuckled weakly. “No. Not at all.”

           “Well, I’ll be back soon with your test results.”

           He walked out the door, leaving y/n alone in the room. Her hands felt numb and she felt like there was static all around her. How could she be pregnant? How did she let this happen? And oh God, what was she going to say to Steven? Her eyes widened. Her parents?!

           A sudden heavy weight was shattered onto her chest and her eyes began to water. How was she going to tell everyone? What if her dream came true and she truly was alone? Could she raise a baby on her own? Where would she live? What job would she have to do to support her baby? Was she even going to be a good mom? Will her children grow up to be decent people? What if they’re born with health conditions? Or they fall ill? Can she even count on herself to get out of bed at 2 AM to go to the 24 hour store to buy cough medicine when they get sick? How do you even change a poopy diaper? How is she going to react when they’re teenagers and they’re learning how to drive or get their first boyfriend or girlfriend? What kind of mom was she going to be? What kind father was Steven going to be? Will he even stick around?

           With all these questions swimming through her head, she didn’t notice Steven walk back in. “I got that ginger ale you—hey, you okay?”

           Y/n snapped her head up as she was yanked out of her thoughts, which she silently thanked heaven above for. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

           “You sure?” he asked as he set down the drink on the table next to her. “You don’t look fine. In fact, you look kinda pale.”

           “Yeah, um,” she stuttered, swallowing hard and waved her hand casually. “The doctor says I passed out due to lack of blood to the brain. Blood tests came back normal, but he wants me to take a urine test just to be sure.” Not a total lie. Just left out a part.

           “Oh, okay. Do you need help getting to the bathroom?”

           “I think I got it,” she answered truthfully and slowly got out of bed, barley able to feel her legs. She ambled her way to the bathroom, dragging the IV along with her. She felt Steven’s stare burning a hole in the back of her head, but she couldn’t think of what he was thinking right now. She couldn’t. It would drive her to an anxiety attack.

           She closed the door quietly and baby stepped her way to the toilet. She passed by the mirror and did a double take to her reflection. Her ponytail was a complete rats nest, her eyes had dark circles under them, and her normally rosy cheeks had lost all color. She looked half dead and she wanted to cringe away. She turned her head to the side and saw the swelled up bump on her skull. She winced when she saw it and let out a sigh. She really wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for 72 hours.

           She made her way to the toilet and shakily did her business in the cup. When she was finished, she left in on the counter in the bathroom and pulled the string. After she was finished washing up, she walked out to meet Steven sitting in the chair.

           “Hey,” he said gently whispered.

           “Hey,” she answered in the same manner. “Where is everyone?”

           “In the waiting room. Do you want to see them?”

           Her heart dropped, but she needed to play it cool. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

           He nodded and opened the door to call them in. She got back in bed with Hyde’s help, making sure her IV wouldn’t get pulled out of her arm.

           “Oh, y/n,” Kitty sobbed and rushed over to y/n who was sitting up fully and wrapped her arms around her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

           Y/n barley reciprocated the hug. “I’m okay, Mom.”

           “When we saw you being loaded up into the ambulance, I thought I was going to die right there,” Kitty responded, stepping away from her daughter.

           “I’m fine, Mom. Really.”

           “What did the doctor say?” she pried.

           “Uh…they don’t know yet,” Y/n replied. “They’re taking a urine sample.”

           “Well, a person fainting is never a good thing,” Kitty stated matter-of-factly. “It means your blood pressure dropped and you weren’t getting enough blood flow to the brain. Those things just don’t happen.”

           “I know. They’re running tests right now,” Y/n said and leaned back against the pillows.

           “When will we find out?” Red pushed.

           “I don’t know,” Y/n responded growing annoyed. “I don’t know anything.” Lie, lie, LIE.

           “Well, we better find out soon,” Red said. “This place gives me the creeps.”

           “If you wanna leave, you can. I’m a big girl, I can leave on my own,” Y/n responded.

           “No, no, I wanna be here in this room when the doctor comes and tells us what’s wrong,” Kitty said stubbornly.

          Y/n’s heart and stomach dropped. There was no way anyone was going to be in this room when the doctor came back with the results. Positive or not, she didn’t need her parents asking questions and then finding out about her and Steven.

           She kept her face and voice as calm as possible. “No, no it’s okay. Really. I don’t know if I want everyone in here anyway. In fact, it’s probably best that I’m alone.”

           “Oh, nonsense. I—”

           “Kitty, if she wants to be alone, then we’ll leave her alone. She’s an adult now. She doesn’t need us in here,” Red said, signaling to his wife that they leave. “Besides, the Packers’s game is on and I wanna go home.”

           Kitty sighed, annoyed. “Fine. Fine, I’ll leave, but I want to hear everything, missy.”

           Y/n’s eyes widened a fraction and her heart beat violently against her blood cage. She could practically feel her blood pumping through her veins. She nodded numbly. “Okay.”

           Kitty nodded and kissed y/n on the head before leaving. She felt some tension leave her body as she watched her parents leave. She leaned her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, feeling completely drained.

           “Are you okay?” Donna asked.

           “Yeah,” she mumbled. “Just…feeling depleted.”

           “Well, you can’t go to sleep yet,” Hyde said. “You might have a concussion.”

           “I want sleep,” she whined.

           “I know, but I’d rather you be exhausted than not wake up at all,” he responded.

           She glared at him through half open eye lids and grumbled, “I hate you.”

           He chuckled lightly. “I know.”

           The door to the room opened revealing Kelso, Fez and Jackie.

           “Hey, y/n, how are you feeling?” Kelso asked.

           “Bout as great as I look,” she replied, a weak smile playing her lips.

           “So, super sexy,” Fez responded cheekily but that smile quickly faded when Hyde punched his shoulder. “Ow.”

           “Remember: Respect,” was all Hyde said before sitting back down.

           “I heard what happened,” Kelso responded. “And Brooke made me bring you these.” He handed her a small bouquet of yellow daisies and lilies.

           Y/n chuckled, accepting the flowers. “Tell Brooke I said thank you for the nice gesture. And tell her to bring the baby around soon. I want to meet my niece.”

           Kelso’s face brightened. “You…you really think of her that way?”

           Y/n nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve all been best friends since we were little and it only makes sense that we look at each other more than just friends now.”

           “Like lovers?” Fez asked her seductively.

           “Do you have a death wish?” Hyde spat.

           “Okay, Steven that’s enough,” Y/n said as sternly as she could. “And Fez, shut up.”

           Fez pouted and went and sat in the corner of the room.

           “You know what? My mind is made up,” Kelso said. Y/n stared at him curiously, everyone joining in.

           “Kelso, in order for your mind to be made up, you have to have a brain,” Eric commented.

           Kelso shot Eric a glare before turning his head back towards y/n and Hyde. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Betsy lately and Brooke is really starting to trust me.”

           “Okay, and that makes up your mind for?” Y/n asked him.

           “Hang on, just let me finish,” he said smiling. “Brooke is starting to trust me so much she’s even allowing me to pick the godparents.”

           “Oh, that’s great!” Y/n gleefully responded. “I’m so happy for you.”

           “And there’s only one rule. It can’t be Fez,” Kelso added on.

           Fez nodded. “That is a good rule.”

           “Godparents?” Donna mumbled to Eric. “Like we need any more responsibilities.”

           “I know,” Eric whispered back, rolling his eyes. “Such a burden.”

           “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s a big deal. So,” Kelso said, stepping closer to the bed where Eric and Donna sat. “Eric, Donna.”

           “Uh, oh,” Eric sang-song.

           “Please scooch over so I can ask Hyde and y/n if they’ll be Betsy’s godparents?”

           Y/n looked at Hyde with excited eyes. “Really?!”

           “What the hell?!” Eric exclaimed.

           “Hyde and y/n?” Donna asked insulted.

           “You picked Hyde and y/n?” Jackie asked, equally insulted. “Why didn’t you ask someone else? Like me?”

           “Because you’re single,” Kelso deadpanned.

           Jackie crossed her arms. “And?”

           “And you need to be in a relationship to be a godparent,” Kelso responded slowly like he was scared to continue speaking. “That’s why they call it godparents. You can’t be single and be a godparent. That’s just stupid.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

           Jackie stared at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of what he said. “That barley makes any sense, you moron.”

           “Hey, hey, hey, he chose us. Let him speak,” Y/n said not trying to contain her glee. “Not that I’m questioning your choice because, you know, you chose us, but why us?”

           “Because I really trust you and I think you’d be fantastic with Betsy,” he responded sweetly.

           “And you don’t think we won’t?” Eric asked.

           “Yeah, you don’t trust us?” Donna chimed in.

           “Well, to be fair, I’ve seen you drop almost everything you’ve held in your hands,” Kelso responded. “And you’ve never really taken care of a baby.”

           “Yes we have!” Donna defended. “Remember that time last year when Laurie had to babysit that one baby and I ended up changing her diaper when she couldn’t? I was a freakin’ natural!”

           “Yeah, I mean, if you gave me the honor of being godmother, I would be popular, head cheerleader, and voted best legs. This would give me another title,” Jackie argued.

           “Would you guys relax?” Hyde asked everyone. “It’s not that big of deal.”

           “Yeah, it’s not like he’s shunning you guys,” Y/n responded.

           “You’re all still going to be aunts and uncles,” Kelso defended.

           “Yeah, that’s easy for you to say,” Jackie grumbled and joined Fez in the back.

           “We can be good godparents,” Eric argued. “You can trust us.”

           “Eric, remember Goldie, the goldfish?” Y/n asked.

           “Yeah,” he responded.

           “Remember how you killed Goldie by taking him out of the fish bowl?”

           “I needed to hug something,” Eric answered coldly. “Besides, I’m not going to have to flush a baby down the toilet!”

           “Either way, man, thanks. I’m honored,” Hyde said and clapped his hand with Kelso’s and pulled him in for a bro hug.

           “If I have another kid, I’ll make you two godparents. I promise,” Kelso said.

           Eric huffed. “Yeah, yeah.”

           “Alright, I have to take a leak,” Hyde announced.

           “And I’m going to go find some more ice cream,” Fez said.

          “Can you guys make sure y/n doesn’t fall asleep?” Hyde continued.

           “You got it pal!” Kelso responded and watched as Hyde and Fez walked out.

           “I’m not a child,” Y/n responded once they were out of ear shot. “I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you.”

           “Kelso!” Fez called out and barged back into the room. “Kelso, come quick! There’s a hot nurse fight happening downstairs! Hurry before it ends!”

           “See ya,” Kelso said and scrambled out the room, leaving Jackie, Eric, and Donna alone.

           “Yeah, I’m leaving too,” Jackie said pouting. “I don’t want to sit here and be reminded that I wasn’t picked for godparent. I may have to do some shopping therapy to get over it. Bye!” She squealed and walked out, leaving just the twins and Donna.

           “Do you need anything sis?” Eric asked. “Some water? Fluff up your pillows? Relinquish your title of godparent over to me?”

           Y/n gave her twin a look before scoffing. “No, thanks. I’m fine.”

           “Fine. I’ll just go see if they have any teddy bears in the gift shop that reads ‘Not Quite the Best Godparents’ and maybe it’ll be tear absorbent!” With that, he stormed out the room, leaving Elena in stunned silence.

           Donna rolled her eyes. “I better go after him. Last time I left him alone while he was upset, he thought I didn’t care about him anymore and didn’t speak to me for three days.”

           She left, leaving y/n alone in the room. Again. She leaned back once more, enjoying the silence, but now that she was alone again, she realized just how loud the silence was. All she could think was pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.    

           “What am I going to do?” she mumbled to herself.

           The door to the room opened again; Dr. Kipp entering once more.

           “Hi Miss. Forman,” Dr. Kipp greeted. “We got your test results back.”

           She gulped. “And?”

           He sat down on the stool next to her bed and looked her in the eyes. “It’s positive.”

           Her heart dropped completely, and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. “I’m pregnant?”

           “I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to gather some more information from you so we can determine how far along you are. But first the basics. What’s your full name?”

           “Y/f/n y/m/n Forman.”

           He scratched her answer down on his clipboard. “Birthday?”

           “May 18, 1959.”

           “So, that makes you eighteen years old, correct?”

           Y/n nodded.

           “Okay, and your current address?”

           “416 Edlebrook Ave.”

           “Beautiful,” the doctor responded and looked up from his clipboard. “Do you know who the father is?”

           Tears started to burn her eyes as she nodded her head. “I do.”

           “What’s his name?”

           “Steven James Hyde.”

           “When was your last menstrual cycle?”

           “Somewhere in mid September.”

           “And today is October 19,” he said more to himself. “So, you are about three weeks along. Now, I’m going to give this information to the nurse and have her give you a pamphlet and a referral to an OB/GYN. I’ll have them give you a call to set up an appointment. Do we have permission to leave a message with someone if you’re not available?”

           “Uh…no, just me is fine, thanks. I’m not ready to tell people yet.”

           He nods. “Understandable. Now, let’s look at your head and see how you’re doing.” As he took out a flashlight and started examining her eyes, Hyde walked back in the room.

           “Hey, Doc. How’s she doing?” he asked.

           “Well, I’m not seeing any signs of concussion, so that’s good.” He turned off the light and started feeling around underneath her jaw to the back of her head where he felt her bump. She winced and he took note of it. “She seems great besides that nasty bump. Just put some ice on it if it starts to hurt and take some aspirin for the pain. Otherwise, you’re good to go.”

           “What about her test results?”

           Dr. Kipp glanced at y/n and saw her terrified look. He glanced back at Steven who looked worried. “Test results came back normal and she’s perfectly healthy.” He noticed Steven visibly relax. “Anything else, she may discuss with you at her discretion.”

           Y/n mouthed a thank you to the doctor who gave her a subtle nod and finished writing his notes on his clipboard. “I’ll have a nurse discharge you. You have a good rest of your night and rest up.”

           Y/n nodded. “Thank you.”

           With that, he left the room, leaving y/n wanting to vomit—and not from feeling sick this time. She continued to sit in her bed, not being able to properly process the information. Her world felt fuzzy and she felt like she was going to pass out for a second time. She could hear Steven talking to her, but it was all garbled and muffled as if she were underwater. Was her dream right? Was she going to be disowned by her family? Is she going to disappoint her mother? Oh no, how is Red going to take this? She and Steven are dead. Dead like road kill.

           She heard Steven’s muffled voice again, but this time louder. She blinked and looked up at Steven. “I’m sorry, what?”

           He knitted his eyebrows at her. “I said, are you okay? Do you need help getting dressed?”

           She shook her heavy head and slowly slid out of bed. “I should be okay.” She untied her hospital gown, allowing it to pool around her feet. She shivered as the cold air hit her bare skin and turned to see her clothes balled up in a plastic bag. She slowly started dressing herself and felt Hyde’s eyes burn into her the whole time.

           She finally looked up at him as she finished putting on her pajama top. “What’s up?”

           “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting different.”

           She nodded, not being able to look him in the eye. “Yeah, I think so. Just still not feeling well and feeling a little disoriented from the fall. But I think I’m good.”

           He eyed her for a minute. “Okay,” he responded slowly. “As long as you don’t pass out on me again.”

           She chuckled. “I think I’ll be okay.”

           A knock came at the door and the nurse walked in. “Okay, Miss Forman. Here are your doctor’s notes to help you feel better. Plenty of rest and fluids. And—” She noticed Steven listening to her and she looked back down at the pamphlet in her hands and slid the doctor’s notes over it. “Here’s everything you else need to know. If you have any questions, there’s a number you can call and if you don’t get better or start to feel worse, come on back in.”

           Y/n thanked her and quietly gathered the rest of her stuff and headed out with Steven. He guided her slowly into the camino and started up the car. She rested her elbow on the windowsill of the door and leaned her head into her hand, feeling like sleep will overtake her any minute now. Hyde placed a gentle hand on her thigh and lovingly rubber circles with his thumb.

           “Let’s get you back in bed, yeah?”

           She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, not being able to form words in fear she would start crying.

           The drive home was deathly quiet as rain started to fall. The only noise emitting was outside as the rain fell onto the windshield. Not being able to handle the silence, Hyde reached over and turned on the radio, allowing the music to softly fill the car. It eased the tension slightly, allowing y/n to relax.

           He pulled up in front of a supermarket and put the car in park.

           “What are we doing here?” she croaked.

           “Do you want some soup?”

           She gave him a small smile. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

           He nodded and got out of the car, leaving it on so the heater would warm up y/n. Ever since the hospital, she’d been cold and not able to heat up as fast as she normally would. She shivered, realizing she didn’t bring a jacket or her robe. She looked around the car and noticed a blanket behind the driver’s seat. She wrapped her cold fingers around the soft material and realized it was their sex blanket. She crunched up her nose a little, noticing some stains. “Ugh, gross,” she murmured before placing the clean side on her. The stench of sex filled her nostrils, but luckily it didn’t upset her stomach more than it already was.

           She waited in the car for a few more minutes with the blanket pulled up to her chin and listened to the music. Paul Anka came on, singing (You’re) Having My Baby.

           “Would you look at that,” she grumbled and changed the station. Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely was on playing. “What the…” she grumbled and changed it to another station. A country song this time was playing. One that y/n didn’t know, but it was better than the others, so she left it on. She listened to the lyrics as they went:

           The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib And better homes and garden shows, the modern way to live And the pill may change the world tomorrow, but meanwhile, today Here in Topeka, the flies are a buzzin' The dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin' One needs a spankin' and one needs a huggin' Lord, one's on the way

Oh gee, I hope it ain't twins, again.

             “Are you kidding me?” She reached over and turned off the radio, choosing to sit in silence.

           Just then the driver’s door opened and Steven clambered inside with a container of chicken soup in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. “Here you go, doll.”

           “Awe, thank you, baby.” She grabbed the container from his hands and allowed the warmth to thaw her icy ones.

           “You turned off the music?” he questioned and started to beat the pack against the heel of his hand.

           “Yeah, there was nothing good on.” Technically not a lie.

           “Ah, makes sense,” he responded and noticed the blanket. He snorted teasingly. “Cold?”

           “No, no, I’m burning up actually. The blanket was so I could feel like I’m in hell.”

           He threw his add head back laughing. “Take it easy, Firecracker. If I hada known you were cold, I would’ve given you my jacket.”

           She smirked at him. “Nah, this is fine. Thanks. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to be cold.”

           “I’ll be fine,” he said and stuck a cigarette between his lips.

           Y/n’s eyes widened and quickly ripped it from him mouth.

           “What the hell, y/n?”

           “Uh, I’m still not feeling well enough. I don’t want hurl all over your car.”

           He scrunched up his nose at her. “Fine. Fair point. But I’m smoking when I get back!”

            Y/n shook her head at him. “What a rebel.”

           “Damn straight,” he responded and turned the car on. “Don’t forget who you’re with.”

           “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

           He smiled at her before backing up and driving them home for the night.

                                                 --Time Skip—

           The next couple of days were brutal for y/n. Kitty wouldn’t stop interrogating her and y/n finally told something made up to get her off her back. Kitty didn’t believe her, but she backed off knowing she’ll be back again. She wanted so badly to tell Steven about her pregnancy, but every time she tried, it would come out a different sentence.

         “I’m,” she would start, but right when she would look into his baby blue eyes, she would panic. “hungry. I’m hungry, starving! Can we go get something to eat?”

         He would give her a weird look before agreeing and leaving to buy her food.

           On top of that, morning sickness would rear its ugly head and she would end up being sick at the most random of times. She would be sitting down in the basement with her friends, feeling fine, but then she would feel her lunch coming back up and she would have to haul ass to the nearest restroom.

           Everyone was worried about her, trying to get her to go back to the doctor, but she already knew. She had secretly made the appointment with the OB/GYN and wasn’t going to be able to see her until two weeks out. Until then, she had to keep lying and making excuses.

           “It’s been almost a week,” Eric said one afternoon as they were all huddled into the basement. “You really should go back to the doctor.”

                      “I’d rather not,” Y/n said. “Going to the doctors for every sniff and cough is not my thing.”

                     “But it’s not just a sniffle or a cough,” he pointed out. “It’s like one minute you’re fine and then the next you’re throwing up Mom’s tuna casserole.”

                  “That was a long night,” she countered, remembering that night as she had to lay on the floor next to the toilet for hours because she couldn’t stop throwing up.

             “Well, can you still keep down fluids?” Donna asked. “Like, chicken broth, orange juice, and tea?”

           “Yeah, those are fine,” Y/n responded. “I just can’t seem to digest solid foods. But I was able to drink apple juice the other day with some bread. I’m also not nauseas all day anymore. I think I’m getting better.”

             “Well, if you’re feeling better, wanna go shoot some hoops?” Kelso asked.

             “Nah, but you guys can,” Y/n responded. “Me and Donna can just sit and ogle.”

             “I knew you were checking me out,” Kelso purred and rubbed his chest.

             “Not you, you dork,” Y/n said. “Hyde and Eric.”

                      “You ogle at me?” Eric said disgusted. “That’s gross.”

             “No! Donna is, you dumbass!” Y/n said and stood up while Eric laughed. “Moron.”

             She walked outside to the driveway with everyone behind her. As they reached the driveway, the boys split up into their group while Donna and y/n moved away to watch from the porch.

             “So, Hyde, how’s it been with you and y/n?” Kelso asked under his breath, making sure the girls couldn’t hear.

             “You know, things are going good, but with her being sick this past week, it’s been kinda hard not getting any action,” Hyde responded.

             “Ewwwww! Could you please not?” Eric exclaimed. “I told you I don’t wanna hear it.”

             “I know, that’s why I did it,” Hyde laughed and tossed the ball to Eric. “Your play. Go.”

             The girls watched from the porch, admiring the way their men looked. Y/n wanted so badly to jump Hyde’s bones, but didn’t want to puke in the middle of it and ruin the mood. She and Donna chatted idly as they watched their men get sweaty and hot.

             “Look, I know he’s your brother, but damn does he look hot when he’s all concentrated,” Donna swooned as she watched Eric block Fez’s slam dunk.

             “Really? I think he looks constipated,” Y/n laughed.

             In the middle of the play, Eric turned, facing them while trying to block Kelso from making his shot. The concentration he wore on his face made Donna drool but laugh.

             “You’re right, he does look constipated,” she agreed and laughed even more.

             “I know you don’t think so, but Steven just looks so good when he’s moving around like that,” Y/n said and stared at her boyfriend. “I mean, when he gets all sweaty and flushed, it makes me want him so bad.”

             Donna chuckled. “So, how have you guys been?”

             “We’ve been good. You know with me being this sick, we haven’t really gotten the time to do it or anything.”

             “From the looks of it earlier and hearing Eric scream ‘ew’ makes me believe that Hyde already said something like that to him,” Donna laughed once more.

             Y/n chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

             They fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the four boys play basketball. The entire time, y/n’s heart was hammering against her chest, debating on telling Donna right there. She couldn’t take keeping a secret this big from her best friend. Besides, if she wasn’t going to tell someone soon, she was going to explode.

             “Donna,” she said shakily. “I have something to tell you.”

             Seeing how serious her tone was, Donna perked up. “What?”

             “I need you to promise me that you’re not going to freak out. Because if you do, everyone will hear it and I can’t have that right now.”

             Donna’s heart started beating wildly against her own ribcage, now nervous and worried. “Okay?”

           “And whatever happens, promise me you’ll still be my friend?”

           “Of course! What’s going on?”

             Y/n took a deep breath before looking Donna in the eye. At that moment, she wanted to crawl up in a bawl and just cry. But she knew she couldn’t; She had to be strong. So instead she let out a shaky breath.

             “I’m pregnant.”

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#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou

Category: crack, fluff

2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family

Bokuto uploaded another photo

It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post. 

Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE

Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.

[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?

[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE

[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.

[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.

[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD

[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT

[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up

[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana

[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.

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Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto

Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.

A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.

He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana. 

So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE

[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.

Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?

[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess

[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?

[Anon]: She saved the universe

[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you

[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT

[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR

[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.

[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

I’M BACK

Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints

So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?

I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.

Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.

Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?

So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night. 

The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!

I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.

Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.

[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.

[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will

[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay

[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY

[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS

[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.

[Anon]: I bid my left arm

[Anon]: Right arm

[Anon]: Lungs

[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess

[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.

[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love

I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute

I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.

I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.

Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!

It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.

They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.

In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.

Needless to say, she was very very red.

Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.

[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain

[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER

[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao

[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.

[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.

[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.

[whumpmatsus]

aaaa are you still taking the sickfic requests?? maybe "don't speak" with choro as the sickie pls?

SickFic Prompts / ACCEPTING!

Don’t Speak - (character) has a horribly sore throat and is reduced to barely talking while they load up on hot drinks and soup to recover.

yesssss always!!! I had so much fun with this, it hit me right in the Honey Nut Feelios and I hope it does the same for u, sunshine 😩

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After still feeling like total crap for several days while his brothers were almost completely recovered from the cold they’d all caught, Choromatsu finally breaks down and goes to the doctor.

He doesn’t really want to. Being sick is something they all hate, and continuing to suffer after everyone else felt better is just astronomically unfair. Sometimes he thinks he can will himself back to health if only he sleeps and takes medicine and does everything a sick person is supposed to do.

The others prod at him to get checked out, though, considering the fact that lately every time he’s tried to speak, it’s set off a cough and is painful even to those just listening.

When he comes back home with a pharmacy bag and an informational sheet proclaiming that he’s been diagnosed with laryngitis, it explains a lot.

He has little choice but to hand the sheet over to Osomatsu as Karamatsu comes over to help remove his scarf and coat and walk him over to the kotatsu. The eldest of them doesn’t necessarily know best all the time, but usually when one of them is sick or hurt with more than a cold or a tiny scrape, Osomatsu often slides into big brother mode and shows a surprising amount of maturity.

For once, Choromatsu is actually glad his oldest brother is taking charge of the situation.

“Okaaaay, guys,” he calls as Choromatsu settles in at the table. “So this thing says Choromatsu has… acute laryngitis. The doctor thinks it’s because he had a cold, I guess, since it says ‘viral cause’. Huh.”

Everyone else is already seated around the kotatsu since it’s the middle of winter and freezing. Jyushimatsu’s arm shoots up right away. “Oh! What’s laryngitis? That’s a funny word. Are we gonna get it too?”

Choromatsu opens his mouth to try and explain, like usual. Instead, he manages to get out a weak, “Probably not,” before he starts to cough.

“Hey,” Osomatsu pouts as Karamatsu pats the third eldest on the back, “this thing says you’re not supposed to talk if you can help it, Fappymatsu. So, y’know… shut up.”

What he gets in return for his efforts is an unimpressed glare.

Osomatsu grins, running a finger under his nose before looking back at the information sheet. “Well, I’m not wrong! Okay, so… the cold was contagious, but it says the actual laryngitis isn’t. It’s just some kind of throat thing that happened because of the cold. So it might happen for the rest of us, but I doubt it since we’re all feeling better already. Choromatsu just has bad luck, I guess.”

Karamatsu hums in thought and continues to rub his brother’s back. “Hmph, we’re probably safe then. Which means we just have to focus on taking care of our dear brother. How do we do that?”

Choromatsu holds the bag from the pharmacy up, allowing Ichimatsu to snatch it and dump the contents out on the table. He points toward the things he picked up at the doctor’s recommendation ― over-the-counter painkillers, lozenges, a throat spray, and cough syrup. There’s other stuff mixed in too, like tissues and a jar of yuzu-cha and a magazine. Though he could have lived without everyone seeing that, it’s not a huge deal.

Osomatsu waves the paper before picking through everything on the table. “Well, it says they don’t have any kind of prescription to give him. No antibiotics since it’s viral. Looks like it says the cough medicines and painkillers might help. ��Home remedies may also provide temporary relief’… like tea and soup, huh? So we should probably try to keep the bastard hydrated with warm stuff.”

Karamatsu gets to his feet, grabbing the jar of yuzu-cha on his way. “In that case, why don’t I go mix up some of this for you right now? After being out in the cold air, your throat could probably use something warm. Want me to add a little honey?”

Choromatsu nods eagerly, mouthing, “Yes, please.”

Karamatsu’s face brightens at being useful, and he gives an exaggerated pose before heading into the kitchen. “What a good patient! Your big brother will be back with something soothing before you know it!”

“Hold on,” Totty comments as he scoots the lozenges, spray, and syrup toward him, “did you get all this stuff to take for your throat?”

His eyes scan over the labels, then roll back in his head when he’s finished. “Ah, Choromatsu-nii-san! You can’t take all of these at the same time. See, look. They all say ‘do not use with other medications containing’ ― uh ― well ― w-well, I can’t pronounce the word, but it’s the same one! They must all contain this ingredient, so you can’t take them all in the same day.”

Ichimatsu makes a gesture for Totty to hand them over, then nods after reading them. “Yeah, he’s right. If you take all these in the same day, even if you use each one like the directions say, you’ll be basically overdosing on this shit. Your mouth’ll go numb. Be drooling all over the place and maybe having trouble breathing.”

All the medicine is plucked from his hands by Osomatsu. “Okay, so we’ll rotate ‘em, and I’ll take care of giving it to you whenever you need medicine. Y’know, so that fever doesn’t fry your brain and make you forget which one you’re taking for the day. Which one do you wanna use today?”

Choromatsu lets out a soft groan which only serves to irritate his throat further. He could seriously just kick his own ass for not checking that before he bought all of those. The only excuse he has is that he’s in a lot of pain and not thinking like he normally does. He points to the spray, thinking maybe it’ll feel kind of like sour spray candy; once it gets sprayed on, it melts and lingers for a minute, which might be a nice quality in a medicine for sore throats.

“Alright, open up.” Osomatsu tears off the plastic packaging. “Totty, Ichimatsu, did either of you see how many times I’m supposed to spray this?”

“Two sprays every two hours as needed. But it’s only supposed to stay for fifteen seconds, then he has to spit it out. He’s not supposed to swallow it or it might give him a stomachache. Totty, you wanna go get an empty cup for him to spit in and a glass of water to wash the taste out of his mouth afterwards?”

“What?? Why can’t you do it? Your legs aren’t broken!”

“Yeah, but I’m busy.”

“Are you kidding me? Doing what?!”

Ichimatsu shuffles himself closer to Choromatsu and puts an arm around his big brother. “I’m his emotional support Ichimatsu.”

Choromatsu chuckles a bit, though it turns into coughing pretty quickly.

“Oh, my God. Now you know why you’re not first in my brother rankings, right?” Totty grumbles, but gets up anyway. “Fiiiiine, I’ll be right back.”

The idea of an emotional support anything is nice, though, so Choromatsu leans into the contact, resting his head on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. As it is, the fourth eldest is almost like a cat, warm and cuddly when he feels like it.

His fever must be getting to him, because he could even swear he hears Ichimatsu purring.

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The next three days in the Matsuno household are, predictably, a little wild.

Although Choromatsu sleeps on the couch in the other room so that his coughing doesn’t wake his brothers, it’s pretty much all for naught. At least one of them ends up missing him in the night and coming to camp out with him anyway; he just counts his lucky stars that when he needs them most, they show themselves to be pretty great brothers.

He also practically lives on soup and tea. Mom and the others try to switch it up a little, because otherwise eating and drinking the same things every day would drive him nuts. Plain miso and zosui were fine for the first day, but after he could breathe through his nose and smell things again, they started offering him other stuff.

Honestly, shogayu and negi-miso-yu have never tasted so good. Now that he can taste the yuzu-cha, too, and Karamatsu prepares some for him at least once in the afternoon, it’s like a small slice of heaven. He’s pretty sure Karamatsu can tell how grateful he is even without words, if the stupidly proud look on his older brother’s face whenever Choromatsu drinks it is any indication.

His throat still hurts like hell for a while. It’s difficult to speak, so Osomatsu, in his infinite wisdom, has relegated his brother to using a mini dry erase board and marker if he needs to say anything. That doesn’t mean Choromatsu doesn’t try to talk. He does his best not to if he doesn’t absolutely need to, however, since he wants to be rid of this thing more than anyone.

Thankfully, everyone is apparently using this as an excuse to treat him nicely. He gets to sit in front of the TV watching Nyaa-chan concerts almost nonstop, while nestling in against his emotional support Ichimatsu. Karamatsu in particular keeps checking every twenty minutes or so to see if there’s anything he can get for his little brother, and whatever Choromatsu asks for, he gets. Hell, at one point he’s craving ice cream, even though milky things aren’t a good idea for someone who’s coughing, and Karamatsu comes back with a melon ice pop, which is almost as good.

Totty even manages to do something nice while typing away on his phone. He says he’s got Choromatsu a date. With a girl. Who likes pop idols. Who’s really excited to meet him as soon as he’s better. He says he texted her a picture of Choromatsu and she thinks he’s really cute. It’s perhaps a good thing that he can’t say much right now, because he’s sure he’d scream loud enough to lose his voice a second time.

Jyushimatsu even sits there on Choromatsu’s other side, and reads magazine articles to him whenever they’re not watching TV. Of course, he doesn’t read the dirty articles… well, he doesn’t read those out loud after the first time he tried and everybody ended up crying with laughter. They all joked that even when he was sick that would be Choromatsu’s main priority, and for once, he laughed along with them despite the fact that it made him cough.

The one who surprises him the most is Osomatsu. Maybe that shouldn’t actually be a surprise, though. He fills the role of diligent oldest brother with a lot more ease than one might expect; he breaks out the thermometer every few hours to make sure Choromatsu’s fever isn’t getting higher, he keeps track of which medicines Choromatsu is supposed to take and when, he helps Mom cook things that will help Choromatsu feel better, and if he’s not doing any of that other stuff, he’s positioned with Choromatsu sitting on his lap, with Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu on either side, running his fingers through his little brother’s hair. It almost feels like the way things were when they were all kids.

Choromatsu is easily tired out when he’s sick, and he’s 99.99999% sure that it’s Osomatsu who carries him to bed every night when he inevitably falls asleep.

Despite the fact that he gives them a lot of shit, and none of them are perfect people, he knows he’s got some pretty amazing brothers.

Today he’s feeling nearly back to his old self, and his throat is less sore than it’s been in over a week. He knows it’s partially thanks to rest and partially thanks to how well his family has been taking care of him. Despite that he’s starting to recover, the others are still treating him much the same as they have been. Tea whenever he wants it ― as well as Karamatsu shoving it in his direction, urging him to drink with that pathetic puppy dog face of his, even when he doesn’t quite want it ― and lots of head pats and the TV turned to whatever he’s in the mood for.

He’s not quite as tired as he’s been lately, so it would be all too effortless to just take advantage of all this. Instead, his thoughts have just kept turning to how grateful he is to have so many people he can count on.

There’s some small part of him that has to admit he can be just as bad as they all are sometimes. He can be selfish and rude and lazy. But when one of his brothers is sick or hurt, he knows he steps up to the plate to try and take care of them. To know that they’re all willing to do the same for him when he’s the one in need makes him happier than he thinks he’s been in a long time.

He’s still got the dumb little whiteboard Osomatsu gave him, because his voice isn’t back to normal just yet. For a moment, he scribbles on it, then he holds it up for Osomatsu who’s sitting behind him. “Hey, Oso,” he speaks up in a quiet, breathy, raspy voice.

“Uh…! Hey, dumbass, you’re not supposed to be talking yet,” Osomatsu laughs, then lifts his head to look at the board. “… Huh? Choromatsu… hey…”

He laughs in a way that makes it sound like he’s about to cry, then takes the board and waves it to get everyone else’s attention. “Hey, guys! Haha… look! Look at this shit!”

Four other pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Practically as soon as everyone has processed what Choromatsu has written, he’s buried in a pile of brothers. He gets arms put around him, and kisses on his forehead, and everyone nuzzling against his face. They’re all laughing in that same way Osomatsu did…

… Well, until they all start actually crying. Including Choromatsu himself.

The whiteboard falls to the ground, mostly forgotten, but the words written on it hanging over the sextuplets like a rainbow.

Thanks for everything. I love you guys. 💚

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I am soft for kid Kai and Pops interactions. Could you please try writing pops and reader taking care of a sick Kai as a kid. I wonder if he would be the same difficult patient as you have written him as an adult. I enjoy your writing and would love seeing your take on it.

"I hate this. It feels like death." Just at the end of the sentence, the boy had a coughing fit as the elder sighed out loud at his stubbornness, wringing the towel wet with icy water before placing it on the sick boy's forehead.

"Stop being overdramatic Chisaki. Is just a flu. Nothing to mourn over." The boy growled back at the elder before he pulled the covers up with the best force he could manage it.

... until he sneezed and overhauled the blanket to mere pieces.

"Well, at least is only the third one until now..." the old man chuckled before frowning at how abruptly Chisaki was trembling... poor thing.

"I wanna die..." the boy mumbled as he again come up with a new blanket as Popps chuckled.

"What happened to the prideful future leader of the yakusa?" He chuckled at the glare Kai gave to him "Will you at least collaborate on getting better?"

"Just make this go away for once."

Pops only shook his head and grabbed the bottle the doctor recommended to give to Kai and one spoon before poking shaking his shoulder.

"Cmon. Sit up boy, let's end this." Just when his golden fuccy eyes locked with the bottle he inky narrowed his gaze at the elder and turned his head away from him.

"You're kidding me arent you kid?" Pops arched one eyebrow. Kai only mumbled something incoherent as Pops's one vein appeared.

"Take. This. Medicine. Chisaki Kai."

"Try me."

Pops chuckled at the audacity of this kid before calling one of his subbordinates.

"Bring Chisaki's little friend that I guess it will ease down him just a bit while I stay."

"Yes sir." And with that the man walked out of the room and closing the door. Pops only gave the boy a look as Chisaki only glared back.

"You will take this boy."

"Heck no."

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"Thank you so much Yukuchi-san!" You bowed to the man as he left you to enter the room... widening your eyes at the scene as Pops had one of his hands on Chisaki's chin to force open as Kai gritted anos teeth together and holded the man's hand with the spoon far away from him, miraculously not spilling the green liquid on it.

"Uh... What's happening?" You asked as both looked at you, Pops with a relieved look and Chisaki with wide eyes.

Just when he opened his mouth to say your name, Pops chugged the spoon on his mouth.

You flinched at the shout Chisaki gave the elder as soon as he manage to swallow but soon he put his hand on his mouth as if he wanted to puke.

"Dont you dare puke this after all the work I had to do.."

"tHAT'S BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING!" the kid almost puked again at the end and he sighed before looking at you with grateful and welcoming grey eyes

"Hello (Y/n)-chan. I apologize that you couldn't see Chisaki those days but as you can see-"

Chisaki brutal series of sneezes broke the elder's talking and as soon as he finished Kai had the most tired out look and plopped back down, lying on his bed miserably.

"He is incredible sick and wont follow his dad's orders no manner how much I try to. You know how prideful he cam be." You giggled at the funny look that Pops before Kai groaned.

"I'm sick yet not dead old geezer."

"See." Pops showed his hand at the sick kid "He becomes so grumpy that even I cant handle it sometimes... " he sighed before crouchind down to whisper to you "Care to give him some company as I go make sure my subbordinates did already the dinner? You can be his nurse and besides, my boy holds a soft spot only for you."

"Really?!" You whispered in exciment as Pops nodded and chuckled, patting your head while getting up as Chisaki chuffed... coughing later.

"I will be back soon. Obey to (Y/n) Chisaki."

"You're kidding?" He muttered before sighing when the elder closed the door. Closing his eyes a bit and when opening them again when he heard you walking towards his bed and sitting next to his body.

"How you're feeling?" You asked and Chisaki glassy and gold eyes locked with yours as if you were the most stupid creature in the world.

"What do you-" he coughed on his hand "Think?"

"Not good." You giggled "Sorry."

He stayed quiet before looking away from you. Praying mentally that the blush on his pale cheeks on his fever.

He stiffed when you took off the towel off from his forehead, he jolted away from your touch as you widened your eyes at his distressed state.

"Sorry Kai..." you mumbled as he went to scold you to touch him before another coughing fit hitted.

You hesitantly rubbed his back while he coughed as he looked at you with teary eyes later.

"What are you-" he coughed "-doing? You're going to get sick you idiot." You smiled at him and simply and gently brushed his bangs out of his wet forehead.

"Well, I can deal with it later. After all my mom said I have a good immune system! Different from yours!"

"Take that back before I-" he sneezed so violently that some snot come out of his nose. His face went white in horror at the snot it dropped on his hand... hives immediately started to appear on his face and arms. He started to pant before feeling your hand on his shoulder and offering him a napkin.

"Its okay..." you cooed and he hesitantly grabbed the napkin and started to rub on his hand and under his nose.

"My head..." he groaned after cleaning the snot out, clenching on both sides of his head, tears started to form before he felt warm... arms around him as his head was met with the crook of your neck.

"My parents usually hug me when I feel distress... sorry if it bothers you, but it helps sometimes being held." You mumbled.

His heart skipped one beat on his chest... how warm and invinting you were. Heavens forbid that you found out how many times his mind was invaded by thoughts of you. Your laugh, your smile... hell, your touch. He despised touch, but yours... just seemed so... heavenly. A blessing.

And... oh god he was falling. He fell on your lap. And your giggles didn't helped his embarrassment either but he was so weak and tired that he simply allowed your fingers on his scalp to ease him to a slumber.

"Dont think this will be a constant thing..." he mumbled as his eyes though to stay awake.

"You're such a baby when you're sick Kai." You giggled as he grumbled and prefered to bury his face on your tummy.

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He awoke to the sound of the door clicking open and he quickly shot up from your lap as the elder brought some food.

"I see you got some rest finally boy." He put the tray on the bed as he sniffled. The effect of the medicine finally kicking despite him taking a nap.

"I know you dont hold a liking on soups but is the best way to sooth a sore throat." He ruffle Chisaki's hair as he only could grumble a thanks.

"Thanks for coming today (Y/n)-chan. I think your parents must be worried now, I will call a subbordinate of mine to carry you home and-"

"NO!" He shouted, only feeling mortified at the shock look Pops and you gave to him.

Well, screw his youthful pride.

"Chisaki, (Y/n) has to-"

"N-not yet. Is... early... and I can't.." he tried to form words before you laughed, causing his cheeks to turn vermillion red.

"Can I call my parents to stay a bit longer Pops?" You smiled up at the elder as he looked at the embarrassed boy and chuckled.

"Well, I dont why not."

The boy felt a tingle of relief and happines growing on his chest as you crawled back on bed on his side.

"You want feeding too?" You giggled as he immediatly snatched the spoon and glared at you.

"Dont push your luck." He went to take the soup and flinched at how hot it was, which left Pops with a unused look.

"Next time blow it kid."

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He felt he could even do a backflip on the other day.

When he got out of his room, Chisaki got called by Pops when he was almost on his way out to school.

"Hey brat. Looking better I see. You needed a special medicine so eh?" The man chuckled at how red Chisaki got before tsking and rolling his eyes, his grip tightening on his backpack

"Hate to tell ya kid, but just preventing you throw a fit in your school, (Y/n)-chan wont be attending today."

".. care to explain?" The boy tried to contain his shock and worry as Pops sighed and turned off the phone.

"Got the flu."

This fucking idiot-

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You coughed before sneezing on a napkin and throing on the trash along with many others.

Suddenly your door burst open as you gasped at Chisaki abruptly throwing some bags of medices and other things you didn't know yet.

"K-Kai what the-"

"I told you were getting sick." He spoke under his mask while putting on gloves and grabbing one chair and sitting near your bed. Arms crossed and a look that send you shivers "Good imune system huh?"

"Hey at least you look better!" You exclaimed before sneezing on the napkin you grabbed quickly.

You saw through blurry vision the way he furrowed his eyebrows and picking a bag and putting on your lap, evicting eye contact as always.

You giggled and opened only to gasp at seing your favorite dessert there.

"Kai... you didn't had to." You spoke as Kai only shrugged and sitted back on the chair.

"Better be grateful for it you brat."

"We have the same age or close to Kai..." you deadpanned as he only glared back at you more.

"Eat."

You only lifted up your hands in surrender until his phone started to buzz on his pocket... picking up and answering the call he had to get his phone away from his ear from the yelling.

"CHISAKI KAI DID YOU DITCH CLASSES-?!"

[rosevoid-works]

C1 | Lost & Found (Reupload, accidentally deleted original)

TW: -Blood -Yelling(/caps) -Brief panic attack/mention of panic attack

*Lunar POV

I groan as I slowly stir awake, trying to ignore the throbbing migraine. I sit up, about to cry out for my parents or sister. Hoping they'd at least bring an ice pack or some medicine. Then, everything comes flooding back to me.

My sister is at her friend's house. My parents were fighting. I ran away. I climbed a mountain. I fell down a hole because a vine snapped. Everything went black. I don't know where I am. Why did I do that?! That was so stupid! I should've just put on music and stayed! I should've went to a shelter or stayed with my sister! I shouldn't have ran to a damned mountain! Why am I so stupid?!

I give a sharp gasp and immediately grab my head, tearing up. I gave myself a damned headache from complaining so much.. I look up just a bit and see something.. falling? It starts getting bigger, rather fast. Then I realise, I should probably move. It's too late by the time I get onto all fours, though.

Weight slams against my back and I'm shoved against the ground, my lungs feeling crushed as I gasp and choke. I choke out blood and the thick crimson lands against the earth and flowers. I slowly ease myself up and I wince as my palms dig into the earth. I cough up more blood and I grasp my chest with a hand, cursing myself through my thoughts.

If only Sen was here...

..

SEN. Oh my darks, I forgot Sen... they're probably worried sick... I should've messaged them or maybe called.. I'm not going to put it past her to break the laws to drive all the way to the house to see if I'm okay... I should've said something, why am I such an idiot!? I hope they don't do anything rash...

If they were here, then I'm sure they would've jumped as I fell.. or fell with me... I just hope they don't wipe out the human race because I disappeared. I wonder if there's any service here..? Probably not, it's underground and in the countryside - I doubt there's any signal here...

I sighed and eased myself off the ground, stumbling around and everything almost goes black again. I start coughing again, and wheeze a bit. Shaking my head, I grabbed my bag off the ground start down the path...

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*No POV

The black-haired teenager heaved themself across the ground, cursing under their breath. At the end, they spot a door.

A.. door? The hell is a door doing here? That's... strange. Why would a door be down here unless.. wait that symbol. It looks familiar... where do I know it from..? Oh well, I'm sure it'll come to me eventually.

They kicked the door open and their eyes fell upon the singular golden flower, sprouted out of the small patch of grass. They walked up to it and tilted their head, in confusion and happiness. There was more life down here! Granted.. it's just a flower, but-

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" the flower announced. Lunar's eyes widened and stumbled backwards, landing on their behind and tripping over their words.

The fuck-!? Talking flower! Okay! I think I'm either dead or higher than Heaven's doors!

"Hmmm... You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" Flowey spoke, in a terrifyingly curious tone. Its smile grew and its stem reached towards the human, as if to lean into their face. "Golly, you must be so confused! Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

Lunar took in a deep breath and opened their mouth to ask Flowey if it knew if there was a way to heal, but was promptly interrupted - rather rudely, too.

"I guess little old me will have to do! Ready? Here we go!"

Everything went black and Lunar near screamed, but everything came back. However... everything seemed grey-scaled. Black-and-white, like an old TV show or a drawing done on paper. Everything seemed the same.. Though something was new.

A red heart.

Glowing among the dark, earthly cavern was a red heart - and not the heart that rested in their chest. Something you'd see on perhaps a Valentine's Day card. Something you send to your loved ones to show you cherish and appreciate them more than words can express.

"See that heart?"

Lunar nodded, shaking a bit.

"That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

SOUL.

Monsters. That's where the are. In the Underground. The monster's den. Though, they never heard anything of a flower monster. They knew almost every kind of monsters. Goats, lizards, fish, skeletons, dinosaurs, wolves, robots, cats, ghosts, elements, birds, and such. Never anything about flowers outside of the golden flowers that seem to be scattered about.

They paused, staring long and hard at the flower - as if trying to read its mind.

Flowey laughed nervously, but shook it off - continuing the lesson. Er... lecture? Fight? What is this considered?

"Your SOUL starts off weak, but you can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV!"

LV. Lunar blinked. LV. Levels? Levels of what?

"What's LV stand for?" they pondered aloud.

"What's LV stand for?" Flowey echoed - almost mockingly. "Why, LOVE of course!"

LV. LOVE. What kind of LOVE? Love as in platonic? Or like levels? They racked their mind to think of acroynms that LOVE can mean. Levels.. Levels of... violence? Levels Of ViolencE?

It didn't matter, because Flowey interrupted their thought process. It seemed to have a habit of doing that. Interrupting people was probably the only thing it did. It? Did this thing have preferred pronouns? Or is it just an it? Is this whole thing a hallucination?

"You want some LOVE, don't you?" Flowey yapped in a.. rather shrill voice. "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

Lunar took a step back, their SOUL following. They already ached and wasn't exactly in the mood to find out whatever the hell LOVE was.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... Little white... Friendliness pellets..!"

"e-Excuse me-??"

"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!"

Lunar watched as several white seed-shaped bullets formed around the flower. Its smile unnerved them and when the "pellets" came close to their SOUL, they dodged.

They looked down below the SOUL and saw numbers flicker.

"Hey, buddy"

5/20 HP

"You missed them."

HP? Health points, right?

"Let's try again, okay?"

Lunar huffed and dodged another sad round of friendliness pellets.

"Is.. Is this a joke?" Flowey hissed. "Are you BRAINDEAD!? Run. Into. The. BULLETS."

The human stepped away and the golden flower laughed nervously.

"Friendliness pellets-!"

One last round was sent and Lunar couldn't help it. They grabbed their SOUL and fell to the ground, yelping in pain. Though, they'd managed to dodge the bullets! ...Flowey didn't appear too happy, though. As if the teenager just committed the worst possible sin imaginable.

"...you know what's going on here, don't you? YOU JUST WANTED TO SEE ME SUFFER!!"

"N- no-! That's not what this is, really! I just.. L-Look I-"

"DIE"

A near complete sphere of bullets sprang up around them and slowly closed in on them. Lunar grabbed their SOUL and bag close, expecting this to be the end. This was it. They were going to die to a flower. This was a bit pathetic, no? Well, they didn't get to really have a say on how they died.

Flowey's laughter ringed in their ears and they started crying, their thoughts and heart racing a mile a minute.

Is this how I die? To a flower named Flowey? No no no! I can't! I can't die! Not now! Sel- I need to live. I need to get out of here. Need need- I need to get out. Is this thing making this a slow process so it can deafen me before I die?! It's so loud.. it hurts so much.. I just want to go home.. I can't deal with this.. Mom..

Then.. everything went quiet.

"e- Eh!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

Lunar opened a single eye and looked past the bag in their face. The bullets were gone. None were in sight and Lunar gave a breath of relief. They smiled and held their SOUL close. They were able to live another day.

"AGH-"

Lunar looked up at Flowey, just in time to see it launched out of the ground. They couldn't help but snicker a bit, only to cough up a bit of blood.

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They saw a taller monster take the flowers place and it crouched a bit, leaning to their height.

"What a terrible creature... torturing such a poor, innocent youth..." it spoke. From appearance, the human safely took the choice of feminine pronouns for it.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child.." she spoke gently, offering a hand out. She clearly noticed Lunar used their bag as a shield and backed up at her appearance...

"I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins..!" her smile spoke truer kindness than words ever could, so Lunar decided to trust her. They took her hand and stood up.

"I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come here in a long time..." Toriel said, holding Lunar closely.

The human watches as their SOUL seemingly sinks into their chest and they stare in awe. That was... certainly new!

"Come! I will guide you through the catacombs!" spoke the monster, taking Lunar's hand gently. "This way."

The teen nodded as the caretaker lead them through the second door. She released their hand and started up a set of stairs. As Lunar was just about to follow her, a gleaming star caught their eyes. They walked up to it and cupped it...

They felt a warmth and saw the numbers again.

20/20 HP HP fully restored.

They smiled, but immediately was met with confusion. A black bar appeared in front of them, writing scrawled upon it.

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Lunar LV 1 Ruins - Entrance ♥Save Return

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Oh! This is.. like a video game? Well, this.. isn't a dream. That pain made that painstakingly clear.

They audibly snorted at their own pun before pressing "Save" and walking away.

"Hm? What is so funny, my child?" Toriel asked, cocking her head a bit. "I do not recall saying anything funny."

"Oh- nothing, just.. your name. It sounds like tutorial," Lunar lied. Though, that was a bit ironic. She was guiding them like a NPC in a video game's tutorial.

"Hm! I supposed you are right, I never thought on it that way!" Toriel gave a laugh before gesturing to follow.

Walking through a door, there was.. much more purple. A bit too much purple for Lunar's liking. Then again.. they did dye their hair purple... and wore purple quite often. They probably shouldn't complain.

"Welcome to your new home, innocent one!" the monster smiled, giving a small nod. "Allow me to educate you in the operation of the Ruins."

The.. operation? Huh?

Then, Lunar's eyes caught 6 buttons on the floor and a golden switch on the wall. Probably security measures for bastards like that flower. Flowery? Flowey? Flower? Eh, who cares. They wouldn't see it again, right?

Toriel walked across four of the buttons in a square-shaped pattern before switching the lever. Another door opened and she turned towards the human.

"The Ruins are full of puzzles. Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys! One must solve them to move from room to room - please adjust yourself to the sight of them," she informed, gesturing to the puzzle beside her.

Lunar pulled out a small notepad and a pen, jotting some information down. They doubted they'd need to solve that puzzle, but figured it would never hurt to write it down - just in case. Then, they proceeded to follow the pattern just as Toriel did. As she left the room, they touched the head of the lever - as if for good luck, then followed the goat.

"To make progress here, you will need to trigger several switches."

Oh great. More switches.

"Do not worry, I have labelled the ones that you need to flip!"

Oh, cool! No need to make myself look like a fool!

Then, they realised there was a sign on the wall. They jogged over to it, only to read "Stay on the path."

Then why put a sign on the wall away from the path?

They sighed before getting back on the path and crossing the bridge over the small stream. They looked at the wall, and there was a singular lever with three bright yellow arrows pointing towards it, and writing scribbled beside it. They just gave a small laugh before heading over and flipping it downwards.

Following Toriel, the next section had two levers and... spikes? Behind Toriel were two spike traps - something like a bear trap you'd see used on a camping trip. Though, they shrugged it off and headed to the brightly labelled switch to flip it.

"Splendid! I am proud of you, little one!" Toriel cheered, giving a small clap. Lunar couldn't help but smile and flush.

It wasn't the first time they'd been praised for small tasks - or in general. They just.. didn't know how to respond to it correctly besides get embarrassed - no matter who was praising them. So they simply faced the switch for a bit longer to gain their composure back and simply waved at Toriel, smiling shyly.

She waved back and smiled brightly, "Let us move on to the next room, shall we?"

Lunar nodded, racing to her side. Together, they passed through the small hallway to a room with a... dummy. A small, sewn together dummy.

"As a human living in the Underground, monsters may attack you... You will need to be prepared for this situation."

Prepared? Like... physically? Or mentally? Or emotionally? Or like spiritually? Does spiritually effect my SOUL? I have so many questions...

"However, worry not! The process is simple."

Lunar gave a huge sigh of relief. They wouldn't have to prepare much!

"When you encounter a monster, you will enter a fight."

That black-and-white vision... Lunar began jotting things down again, taking notes. They had a really bad feeling that they'd be in fights a lot.

"While you are in a fight-"

"Punch them square in the face and run off?" Lunar finished. It was a half joke, though the concerned look from Toriel gave them a slight panic.

"No... While you are in a fight, strike up a friendly conversation."

..? Really? Friendly conversation? What if this monster wants to kill me? Like.. Flowey! It isn't going to listen to me! I'd die-! Besides, I'm no good at conversation...

"Stall for time. I will come to resolve the conflict."

Oh-! Wait, does this mean I'm... staying with her? I mean, she's cool - but... I have a home to get back to.. A lover to get back to... a future to get back to..

"Practice talking to the dummy!" Toriel suggested, gently giving Lunar a push.

Lunar panicked, looking around the room. Looking at Toriel - who only gave a supportive thumbs up to them. Then she realised.

"Do you need some ideas for conversation topics?"

"y- Yes.."

"Well, I often start with a simple how do you do.. You could ask them about their favourite books.. Jokes can be useful for breaking the ice! Listen to this one."

Lunar braced themself for an awful pun that'd make most cringe.

"What did the skeleton tile his roof with?"

"um... no idea..?" They knew the exact answer, but decided to let her have this. "What did the skeleton tile his roof with?"

"SHIN-gles!" Toriel beamed. She let out a hearty laugh, and with that, Lunar began laughing as well. A real laugh, at that.

She smiled and ruffled Lunar's hair, motioning back to the dummy.

"Give it a try, little one!"

They nodded and headed over to the dummy. Then.. froze up. The joy drained from their system and they felt as though all eyes were on them - even if it was only Toriel that was physically in the room. They fiddled with their thumbs and rocked on their feet.

"Practice talking to the dummy, my child. You can say anything! The dummy will not be bothered."

They nodded and stepped closer, entering a fight.

Back in the black-and-white world, everything focused on the dummy. Then, four giant buttons appeared.

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

They hit MERCY.

*Spare *Flee

They considered fleeing, but shook their head - pressing ACT.

*Dummy

They sighed. They knew that's probably what this... system... recognised the dummy's name to be, but it felt like an insult. Regardless, they selected the name.

*Check *Talk

They wondered what check would do.

But they were not wanting to waste more of Toriel's precious time. They felt bad that she was practically babysitting them, so they simply selected "talk."

"U-um.. nice.. fabric..? And button eyes..?" Lunar practically whispered. They were horrible at striking up normal conversations. Only conversations they had were full of crude humour, awful jokes, rants, friendly bullying, and such. They didn't like talking. Hell, they didn't like people!

With that, though, the fight ended. Lunar looked panicked and worried, fiddling with their backpack straps. Though, Toriel didn't seem to mind the fact Lunar was a bit timid. She understood, actually. A human that size would probably be intimidated by a whole world of monsters. So she simply walked up to the teenager and pat their head gently.

"Very good! You are very good!" she praised, ruffling their hair. With that, she walked into the next room - leaving Lunar to their own accords. Not for too long, though, as Lunar immediately followed after.

"There is another puzzle in this room. I wonder if you can solve it?"

More puzzles... man, I hope the Underground isn't filled with puzzles - my head already hurts enough...

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They followed her and...

!

A frog-looking monster attacked and hopped forward. Lunar slammed their hand on the MERCY button and selected flee, grabbing onto Toriel's hand. It isn't that they dislike frogs or monsters in general, it's just that the second face on the monster gave them a fright.

She gave a small laugh and held them close. Then, they were met with a giant bridge of spikes. A rather long one, too. Then they panicked - hoping they wouldn't have to remember the pattern.

Toriel gazed over the spikes, nervously. Then she looked at the human over her shoulder.

"This is the puzzle, but... Here, take my hand for a moment," she said. She sounded nervous, but seemed to ease as the black-haired human followed her instructions.

With that, they followed her over the bridge. With every step, the spikes disappeared into the floor and reappeared behind them. They reached the end, and Lunar questioned if there really was a puzzle or if the whole bridge was like that.

"Puzzles seem.. mm.. a little too dangerous for now," the caretaker laughed, fear edging her voice. Lunar nodded before following her through the hall.

"You have done excellently thus far, my child," Toriel complimented. "However... I have a difficult request to ask of you."

Lunar was ready to hear anything along the lines of going over the bridge alone or cleaning the catacombs alone. Then...

"...I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself. Forgive me for this."

Toriel darted to the other side of the room and Lunar panicked, following. Their bangs fell in their face as they ran, and when they cleared the hair from their face... she was gone.

They started tearing up and panicking. She abandoned them. They didn't blame her, as they figured everyone found them quite annoying... But, they got attached and even considered her as their new mother... They leaned against a pillar, quietly sobbing.. then out stepped Toriel, immediately engulfing them in a hug.

"Shh.. shh shh.." she whispered. "Do not worry, I did not leave you... I was merely behind this pillar... It is okay, my child..."

Lunar clung onto her and she continued hugging onto her, afraid to be left alone. Then she said it.

"However.. there was an important reason for this exercise... to test your independence..." Toriel said, in a near whisper.

"It is only temporary, and I will come back, okay..? I must attend to some business.. and you must stay alone for a while.."

Lunar was about to argue, but she stood up and helped them to their feet.

"Please, remain here. It's dangerous to explore by yourself," she requested.

Lunar looked down, and they could only think of negative things on why she's leaving. The thought that she wasn't going to business and was instead leaving them for dead.. it simply wouldn't leave them alone. That is... until she cupped their face.

"I have an idea. I will give you a cell phone!" she suggested. Lunar simply pulled out their own, the little pride flags on the string clinking together.

"Ah! Brilliant! We can simply trade numbers! If you have a need for anything, just call."

After inserting Toriel's number into their phone, and Lunar's number into her phone, the two hugged one more time before parting ways.

"Be good, alright?" Toriel prompted. Lunar nodded before watching her leave.

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How long until she forgets about me..?

[jaethaone]

Otherside

Paring: Massimo x Reader 

Word Count: 2,464

Requested By @ee101abc

Warnings: Character Death, Swearing, Fluff If You Squint, Angst .. I Think Thats It 

A/n : Im Sorry For Taking Forever In Posting But Between Running A Business, Working To Fund Said Business, And Being In School Its A Little Hard Finding The Free Time To Write But I Promise I’m Going To Find A Way, I Haven’t Forgot About You All . So Anyways I Hope You Enjoy And Sorry For Any Mistakes Seeing As To How This Version That You All Are About To Read Is The Second Time I’ve Written This Because The First One Went Poof. 

Lyrics In Bold

Flashbacks In Italics 

“Do You Ever Think That There’s Something More Out There” You Asked As You And Massimo Sat Out On One Of His Many Balconies Watching The Sun Set Out Over The Ocean.. A Sight That Was Truly Breathtaking. 

“I’m Not Sure What You Mean Principessa” You Laughed At The Quizzical Look On His Face As He Tried To Think Of  What Prompted You To Ask Such A Question

“You Know Like.. Once We Die Ya Know” 

“You Mean Heaven And Hell” He Said Causing You To Slap His Arm In A Playful Manner At The Sarcasm In His Voice 

“Yes And No.. I Just, I Feel Like There’s More Out There. Like This Wouldn’t Be The End” You Said Looking Out Onto The Horizon The Sunset Long Gone 

“Okayyy , You’ve Had Enough To Drink” He Laughed Trying To Reach Over To Take The Glass From Your Hand, Causing You To Abruptly Yank You Hand Back Spilling The Contents Of The Glass 

“Just Know Torricelli There’s More Than This” You Said Taking A Sip Of Your Drink “And When All Is Said And Done, You Will See Me On The Otherside 

5 Months Later 

Massimo Stood In His Office, Looking Out At The Sunset That You And Him Often Found Yourselves Watching Everyday. So Much Was Going Through His Head. Wondering Why You Didn’t Tell Him. If Only He Knew He Could’ve Done Something. So Caught Up In His Thoughts He Didn’t Hear Domenico And Mario Walk In Until They Spoke Up.

“Massimo.. You Cannot Stay In This Office All Day, You Have To Get Out Its Been Three Day.. She Wouldn’t Want This” Mario Said As He Went To Sit In One Of The Chairs Stationed By His Desk 

“Its My House I Will Do As I Damn Well Please”

“I Don’t Agree With Mario On A Lot Of This But He’s Right On This Mas.. This Isn’t Healthy” Domenico Said As He Cautiously Walked Over And Put His Hand On His Shoulder As A Way Of Comfort 

“I Could Have Did Something” Massimo Whispered Turning Away From Domenico As Tears Started To Fall But It Was To Late. Dom Had Already Seen Bringing Him Into A Much Needed Hug 

“There Was Nothing We Could Have Done Mas” Mario Said Standing Up And Walking Towards The Two Men Wanting To Help Comfort The Man He’s Considered A Son “She Had A Heart Condition, There Was No Way Of Us Knowing” 

If The Storm Comes 

If We Burn Up 

If The Wells Run Dry 

You’re My Reason 

To Believe In 

Another Life 

You Never Were The One To Want Peoples’ Sympathy.. Or Fake Sympathy If You Should Put It, You Never Liked The Looks Of Pity People Gave You Whenever Something Bad Happened So When You Went For Your Monthly Check Up And Your Doctor Informed You That You’re Heart Was Failing, The Current Medicine You’d Been Taking No Longer Working And That You Had At The Most Six Months Left You Chose Not To Tell Any One.. Not Wanting To Be Treated Like A Fragile Porcelain Doll For The Rest Of Your Life, Or At Least What You Have Left Of It. 

Walking Into Massimos Office Like You Owned The Place Because In Some Sense You Did, It Was Your Favorite Place In The Whole House And Massimo Couldn’t For The Life Of Him Figure Out Why; You Noticed Him On The Phone And Sat Down At One Of The Chairs In Front Of His Desk Kicking You’re Feet Up Waiting For Him To Get Done With His Call.. Not That You Were In A Rush, You Liked Being In His Presence No Matter What. 

“Sorry That Took So Long, I Wasn’t Expecting You To Drop By Today” Massimo Said Getting Off The Phone An Hour Later. His Loud Voice Causing You To Jump Out Of The Slumber You Unknowingly Slipped Into 

“Huh” You Said As You Jumped Up Causing Massimo To Laugh At Your Confused State. Getting Up To Get Himself A Drink From The Makeshift Bar He Had In The Corner Of His Office Pouring Himself A Glass Of Whiskey And Shaking The Bottle In Your Direction. A Way Of Asking If You Wanted Any, Causing You To Nod Your Head. 

“I Was Saying I Wasn’t Expecting You To Stop By Today.. I Could Have Rescheduled That Call” He Said As He Walked Over To You And Handed You Your Glass 

“There’s No Need For That Mas, You Don’t Have To Reschedule A Call For Me, Especially An Important Business Call” 

“Sciocchezze (Nonsense)” Massimo Said As He Leaned Back Against The Front Of His Desk “So How Was Your Appointment” 

“Oh You Know, Same Ol Same Ol .. Female Stuff” You Started To Say But Massimo Cut You Off Saying He’d Heard Enough Causing You To Laugh At His Displeasure In The Subject 

“So What Do I Owe The Pleasure Of Seeing You Today” 

“I Can’t Just Come And See My Bestfriend Without There Being A Reason” You Said, And If You Were Paying Attention You Would Have Noticed The Slight Falter In Massimos Smile As You Mentioned The Word Bestfriend.. But You Didn’t Caught Up In The Nervousness That You Had Only Six Months Left. Six Months On This Earth, Six Months Until You Wouldn’t Be Able To See His Beautiful Face Anymore. 

“Hey, You Okay” Massimo Reached Out To Touch You Arm, That Simple Action Bringing You Back To Reality, Back To Him 

“Im Fine” You Smiled Up At Him, Then Looked Past Him Noticing The Sun Was Starting To Set 

“You Sure Amore” He Asked Worry Clearly Written On His Face

“Yes, Now Come.. Watch The Sun Set With Me” You Said Grabbing His Hand And Dragging Him Towards The Balcony In His Office 

“Since When Do You Watch The Sun Set”

“Since Now” You Said Walking To The Couch Patting The Spot Next To You For Him To Sit “Life’s Too Short Not To Try New Things And Enjoy The Little Things 

If We Wake Up 

Lose Our Patience 

Or Even Lose Our Lives, Oh

I’ll Feel Lucky

To Say That You’ve Been 

A Friend Of Mine 

Today Was One Of Your Difficult Days, The More Time Passed The More You Had You Good And Bad Days, And Today Was Proving To Be A Bad Day But You Wouldn’t Let That Stop You There Were Things That You Needed To Get Done. First You Had To Stop Buy Your Lawyers Office To Drop Off Some Things To Give To Your Family And Massimo When The Time Came, Then You Had To Clean Out You Apartment. The Task Alone Was Proving Difficult Though Seeing As How You Needed To Sit And Rest Every Couple Of Minutes Causing You To Not Get Much Done. 

You Let Out A Frustrated Scream Throwing The Object You Had In Your Hand Across The Room Knocking Over A Random Box Full Of Stuff. You Were Tired To Say The Least And It Looked Like You Weren’t Getting Closer To Finishing Even Though You Started At Noon, And It was Now Going On Six. In The Midst Of Your Frustration You Didn’t Notice Your Front Door Opening And Closing Massimo Walking Into View Using The Spare Key You Gave Him. You Weren’t Expecting Him To Stop By, But Seeing As How You Haven’t Been By His Place In A Couple Of Days Due To Your Shortness Of Breath Now, Its Not Completely Unexpected 

“What Is Going On In Here” Massimo Said Stepping Over Box After Box Until He Reached The One Open Space You Were Currently Standing In The Middle Of “You Not Trying To Leave Me Are You Principessa” 

“I Could Never Leave You Mas” You Said As A Small Smile Ghosted You Lips, As You Though About The Double Meaning To That Line, And The Soon Inevitable. Massimo Didn’t Miss The The Look Your Face Held Either, Worry Once Again Taking Over His Face 

“I Know I Ask This A Lot But Are You Sure You’re Okay Love” 

“I’m As Good As I’ll Ever Be Torricelli” You Said Smiling Up At Him 

“What’s With All The Boxes Anyways” He Said Taking A Look Around 

“Spring Cleaning” You Said Not Bringing Yourself To Tell Him The Real Reason For Packing All Of Your Things Up 

“In The Middle Of Fall” 

“Hey, You Have To Start Sometime Right” You Said As You Started To Laugh But Soon Turned To A Fit Of Coughing So Harsh It Caused You To Stumble Over Prompting Massimo To Reach Out And Grab You Standing You Up Straight 

“You Okay Principessa” He Said Looking At You With Eyes Of Concern 

“I’m Perfect.. I Have You Hear With Me” You Smiled Up At Him.. Taking In The Man Others Feared But You Called Your Bestfriend, Secretly Wanting To Call Him More “You Know, I Feel Lucky, To Say That You’ve Been A Friend Of Mine, That I Get To Call You My Best Friend.. I Love You Mas” 

“I Love You Too Amore” 

Massimo Eventually Left His Office, Only Moving To His Bed Room But It Was Still Progress. He Just Couldn’t Believe That The Last Words He’d Spoken To You Were “I Love You Too Amore”. If Only You’d Told Him Sooner, Why Didn’t You Tell Him Sooner. He Went To Your House That Day With The Intent Of Telling You How He Truly Felt But He Never Got The Chance. 

You Had Soon Erupted Into Another Coughing Fit The Second Worse Than The First Causing You To Clench At Your Chest And Massimo Eventually Rush You To The Nearest Emergency Room. If Only You’d Told Him, He Would Have Gave You The Best Doctors Money Could By, They Could Have Saved You He Thought. He Would Have Told You That When He Said He Loved You, He Meant It With Every Fiber Of His Being.. And He Would Have Found Out That You Recuperated Those Feelings. 

So Caught Up In His Thoughts He Ignored The Open And Close Of His Room Door Continuing To Stare Up At His Ceiling

“Something Came For You Today” Domenico Said Approaching The Side Of Massimos Bed 

“ I Don’t Care” 

“Its A Letter Fr-” Dom Started To Say But Was Cut Off By Massimo

“I Said I Don’t Give A Damn” He Growled 

Knowing His Friend Is Going Through A Lot Right Now, As They All Are Because You Worked Your Way Into All Of Their Hearts, He Understood The Frustration 

“Its From Yn” Domenico Continued To Say Causing Massimo To Look Over At Him “I Get If You Don’t Want To Read It Right Now, Just Know Its Right Here” 

And With That Domenico Put The Letter On The Nightstand And Left The Room. He Was Hesitant At First But After A Couple Of Minutes Massimo Sat Up And Reached For The Letter, Rubbing His Fingers Over The Envelope Before Ripping It Open, Taking A Moment To Admire Your Hand Writing. Taking A Deep Shaky Breath, He Unfolded The Letter And Started Reading What Was Now Clear Your Last Words To Him  

Dear Massimo, 

     By The Time You Get This Letter, It Will Have Been Three Days After My Funeral. I Know That You Are Probably Held In Your Office Or Room, Drinking Your Life Away Blaming Yourself For This, But It Is Not Your Fault. It Is No One’s Fault. This Is How Things Were Meant To Be And I’ve Came To Terms With That. I Know You Have So Many Questions As To Why This Happened Why I Didn’t Tell You, And I’m Sorry I Didn’t.. I Guess I had My Own Selfish Reasons For Keeping This From You. But To Give You The Explanation You Deserve, I’ve Had A Heart Condition For A Little Over 4 Years Now. I’ve Been On Tons Of Different Medications To Try And Sedate My Condition, But As Time Went On My Condition Worsened And The Medications Stopped Working. I Don’t Want You To Blame Yourself For This, I Don’t Want You To Shut People Out, I Know This Will Be Hard For You, Its Hard For Me Just Writing This Letter. But You Are Massimo Fucking Torricelli, My Bestfriend And The Man I Fell In Love With, And You Will Get Through This.. And When You Time Comes.. You Will See Me Again 

                                                                          Love, Yn

As He Got Done Reading The Letter, He Didn’t Even Realize He Was Crying Again. As He Was About To Lay Back Down Massimo Felt A Breeze, Turning To Get Up So He Could Close His Balcony Door, He Stopped Dead In His Tracks At The Sight In front Of Him. 

Dressed In This Beautiful All White Dress That Just Seemed To Flow Endlessly, And Skin Glowing Stood, His Bestfriend, The Woman He Loved But Never Got To Tell. Goddess Doesn’t Even Begin To Compare To How She Looked. Shocked And Confused As To What He Was Seeing, He Stood There, Afraid To Move, Scared That What He Was Seeing Would Disappear 

“I- .. How” Massimo Stammered.. Feet Still Glued To The Spot As You Walked Closer To Him “How Are You Here Right Now” 

“It Doesn’t Matter How, All That Matters Is That I Am” 

“I Miss You So Much Principessa” Massimo Said As He Reached To Touch Your Face Shocked That His Hand Didn’t Just Fall Through Your Figure “There Is So Much I Need To Tell You.. I Don’t Know If I Can Do This Without You” 

“I Know I Know.. And That Time Will Come” You Said As Your Hand Graced The Side Of His Face As Did His On Yours “And You Don’t Have To Explain Anything I Know” 

“I Wish There Was Something I Could Have Done” He Whispered 

“There Was Nothing You Could Do, Nor Me But Except It” You Said Looking Up At Him “So I Need You To Be Strong For Me Okay” 

“I Don’t Want You To Leave” He Said Placing His Forehead Against Yours And Closing His Eyes.. Taking In Your Embrace 

“Hey” You Said Causing Him To Open His Eyes To Look At You “This Isn’t The End, Let Me Be Your Reason To Believe In Another Life”

“I Love You Mi Amore”

Taking The Chance To Kiss Him Before You Disappeared You Leaned Up And Connected Your Lips With His, Massimo Not Rejecting Eagerly Kissed Back, But After A Couple Of Moments He Started To Fell Your Once Solid Figure Fad Away. Opening His Eyes He Noticed You Smiling At Him But The Image Of You Getting Lighter 

“Don’t Leave”  He Whispered 

“Best Believe Me, You Will See Me On The Otherside” 

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Based On The Song Otherside By Beyonce 

Authors Note: Whew ... Yall It Is Currently 3:47am ... I Was Determined To Get This Out For Yall.. I Hope You Enjoy And Feedback Is Greatly Appreciated . So Please Let Me Know If You Guys Enjoyed It And More Imagines Will Be Coming Soon. 

Taglist: @nebulastarr @posiemax @mjaudrey @akshi8278​ 

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“YES, I CAN HEAR YOU”

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: could you write something angsty with angel or coco?

Warning: a little angst.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif isn't mine. Also, I didn't study anything about Medicine, but I like drama.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

You didn't see the car, but you felt how you flew off the motorbike, falling into the wet ground. Last thing you saw were two girls screaming and running to you, covered by pain. The agonic kind you feel before die.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

“What happened?!” Coco shouts crying when he finds the doctor. He's being followed by the crew, and Letti being supported by Chucky. She can't even walk without falling down.

“Johnny Cruz?”

“Yes, what happened?!”

“A car crashed her motorbike. She has several bruses, three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and... we had to induce her into comma. The helmet saved her life”.

The world falls down to his feet. His legs trembled. Tranq forces him to have a seat, while the crying of Letti floods thr hallway. The faces of the guys talk for them. Coco is sobbing with his head between his arms, shaking it. No air in his lungs for a few seconds.

“Is gonna get better...?” Creeper asks with trembling voice, something they want and they don't want to know.

“We don't know”.

“What do ya' mean, uh?!” Coco jumps off his sit about to take him by the coat. Taza and Riz hold him apart, trying to calm the youngest.

“Next... hours... are crucial”. The doctor replies scared, walking back two steps.

“Can we... see her?” Letti talks, leaving away Chucky, with her eyes and cheeks covered in tears. The man nods pointing the room. She runs, her father too.

Their lives fall apart when they find you. You're laying in the bed with a tube in your mouth and a lot of cables around your body: connected to some fingers, another in your wrist, two in your nose. The girl has to cover her mouth before start crying loudly. Coco wrapped in his arms tightly, giving her a kiss on top of his head. Angel can't go to the room, he's not ready to see you and it hurts his chest too much.

You've been there for them the last five years, always helping the MC with whatever they asked you for. And Coco's daughter is your bestfriend since you met each other. It's painful can't do anything to help you when you most need them.

“Sometimes, they can listen”. The doctor says, holding your medical record between both hands. “I recommend you talk to her as normal as possible. I mean, talk about how were your day, what movie you saw on tv...”

“Stay with her, brother. I'm gonna do all the paperwork”. Bishop puts a hand on his shoulder, stretching it for a second. “The club will pay everything”.

“You don't ha...”

“She's one of us, Coco. Club decision”.

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Yes, you could hear them.

Members of Stockton, Yuma and Samcro went to visit you. They talked you about how was going everything and telling you that, when you came home, a big party would be waiting you. The longest one with the four charters together. And you would like to smile, to say that will be amazing, but you can't.

Bishop, Tranq and Taza visited you every night. They laugh about something funny happened that day. Maybe Chucky left the crane on and destroyed a car. Maybe Angel got slapped by one of Vicky's girl. Or the recurrent story in wich they tell you that a cat went inside the clubhouse and broke a whole box full of beers, before lick it from the floor.

Riz, Creeper and Gilly went often. Every three or four hour you heard them saying “hi, pequeña, we're here again to bother you”. Sometimes they argued about what tv show is better, or talk about they wanted a new tattoo and you should choose it when you're awake.

The Reyes family always went together. Felipe was the optimist one. He used to tell you about his childhood and adolescence. Funny stories of an old man. EZ and Angel are like your brothers, so seeing you in that kind of conditions was painful. But they were there too, telling you everything was gonna be ok and how much they were missing you.

Letti and Coco made the hospital their home. Bishop ‘gave a present’ to have a bigger room with comfy sofas where they could sleep better. The younger was forced to continue with the high-school, being picked up by Chuky to go back to the hospital. Coco never left you, holding your hand, kissing you all the time. He also cleaned your face every morning and every night. Brushed your hair and put some of his cologne in your pillow to make you felt like you were at home. When he wasn't reading you ‘Hamlet’, 'cause EZ told him was your favourite book, making a lot of additionals comments like ‘shit, baby, everybody dies here’ or ‘what the hell is happening’; he mostly was in silence, blaming himself for what happened that night.

It was raining. A rare storm installed on Santo Padre and the surroundings. You were mad because you came home and he wasn't there, even when he promised you to make dinner and have some free time of the chaos. You had the accident on your way to the clubhouse. Two young girls were driving a car without license. They skipped a red light, tripling the allowed speed. You were there. And, like the doctor said, the helmet Coco gave you for your last birthday saved your life. One of those with full structure wich covered your head, face and neck. But your cross motorbike broke into pieces. But this was the less important.

Because of the shock and the pain, you had a kind of respiratory failure. Your lungs couldn't work. You also broke the left wrist and dislocated the right shoulder. Three splintered ribs, bruises around your body and a lash on the neck. The good news were that you only would need three months of rehabilitation and one for rest, after it. The comma was something preventive.

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“Dammit, mami! You look good in this white pajama!” Coco gives you a kiss on the forehead, laying on the hospital bed, when the nurses have showered you. He puts an arm under your neck, carefully, holding you next to his body.

As the days goes by, you have less cables connected. You also don't need a mask to breathe better anymore and the analyzes show positive results. The crew, your family, are happy and feels better.

“You know, we talked about marriage and this... bullshit, and no following traditions, but white is definitely your color, baby”. He has a smile on his tired face, stroking your hair. “We've to marry, you hear me?”.

Tears running again down by his cheeks, pressing his lips against your temple with all the love he feels for you.

“You...” Your throat is dry and it hurts a little, but you're feeling like life is giving you a second chance. So you take it.

“(Y/N)?” Letti jumps off of the couch, Creeper and Gilly walks to the bed. Coco is looking at you with his eyes opened like never before. Everyone is having a heartattack.

“Fuc... Fucking crybaby”. With a lot of effort you smile being sleepy yet.

“Baby! Mami! Can 'hear me?”

You nod one time, drawing a painful gesture on your face. Everyone goes crazy. Creeper shouts calling the doctor, Letti hugs you and Gilly starts to call the crew by phone. You can feel Coco's hand narrowing yours, kissing your lips once and again desperately.

“Shit, mami, you scared me”. He laughs in tears, while you try to put an arm on Letti's back. “How 'feel? Need something?”

“Wa-Water, please...” You mutter clicking the tongue.

Letti, literally, runs to the table three meters away to take a small bottle. Carefully she offers you directly to your lips with soft sips. Oh, god, it feels like heaven when the liquid falls down by your throat till your stomach. The headache is gone, as the pain that involved your body the last two weeks. The plaster in your wrist is a little uncomfortable, taking a look of it raising the heavy hand in air. You look around confused and kinda anxious. It wasn't a dream. You're really there.

“What happened? Where's my bike?” You inquire, turning your face to Coco with your mouth almost open. By his gesture you know he hasn't any good to say. Licking your inner lip, you nod.

“Two crazy chicks ran you ove’, (Y/N)” He stucks both ankles on the mattress, taking your hand between his to gives you some kisses. He closes his eyes stroking one of his cheek with it. You can see the black shadows under his eyelids and the beard in the jaw.

Moving yourself all you can, you take his other cheek with the tiny fingers, inside the cast around your arm, and a wince, bowing to him. You press your lips against his, softly, in a warm way. You need to say ‘thank you for being my anchor’ without words, and Coco can feel it. You love him. You love him the most and nothing else matters. Hugging him, you start to cry. He couldn't felt the pain in every inch of your body, but you felt every day his. And it was horrible couldn't say you were ok, and you were hearing everything he said to you, hold his hand or move your head.

“This wasn't your fault”. You say, brushing his lips with yours. “Don't say that again. It was those girls, not you Coco. Even the storm has more fault on it”.

“Must have been home, baby... Making dinner, waitin' you”. He shakes his chin, closed eyes, noses lifting perfectly as a puzzle.

“Coco, stop”. You demand kissing him again, before be interrupted by the doctor.

“(Y/N), is good to see you awake. How you feel?”

“Like I learned to fly in the worst way”. Trying to laugh, coughs some times. Letti smiles laying next to you. She missed you too a lot and, by difference, she was who talked you the most. Even Gaby went to see you.

“Sense of humor is a good omen. Do you wan...”

“Oh, god, please don't. I heard it a thousand times”. You beg for a moment. “Wrist, ribs, shoulder, neck, blablabla... How many time do I have to stay here?”

“If everything goes as good as now, maybe in one or two weeks you'll be at home”.

“You hear' that, mami? You should have your meds and do whatever doc' says, to come home next week”. Coco sounds excited, smiling for the first time since one month ago. He kisses you again all over your face, holding you in his arms.

“Enjoying your holidays?” Angel's voice sounds agitated, stopping at the door till your eyes meet.

In two big steps he reaches the bed, while Coco gives you some space to be hugged for the man with a biggest smile in his face. The crew start to arrive too. Jokes, laughs and kisses flood the room. You can see some colorful flowers around, even two huge balloons are floating in a corner. That probably was Riz's idea. You're pretty sure.

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“You good, mami?”

Lights off and one of your legs on his waist. Coco has you between his arms, tightly and warmly. You're finally home, in your bed, smelling again like your favourite human being. Happiness isn't enough to explain how you feel, hidding your face under his chin.

“I always am when I'm with you, papi”. You say in a whisper, tangling your fingers in his shirt to put him closer. “Will you read me tomorrow a little more of ‘Hamlet’? It was my favourite part of the day”.

“'Course I'll do, baby. I'll do anythin' ya' ask me for”.

[sunnysidekisses]

Sick days

A sick fic featuring our best boi mirio, filled with fluffy comfort for those of us feeling a little down.

Pairings: mirio x y/n

Tw/cw: none

"hey sunshine!"

You groan, choking down a cough and looking over to mirio, whom had come to get you for school. Not that you'd be going, sick as you were.

"ohh, my poor little one. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick? Let me take care of you."

Mirio came to your side, phone already out and dialling the school to let them know you'd both be taking the day off. He shushed your feeble attempts at complaint, more than happy to nurture your health.

"but mir-"

"shush, sunshine. I'm staying, you need me and I won't leave for anything." He put down his phone gently, brushing your hair out of your face.

"now, wheres the medicine?"

"in the cupboard by the microwave-" you were about to tell him which one but a cough cut you off, and mirio didn't seem to mind digging through your cupboards to find the cold & flu medicine.

He was quick to come back, and you sat up. He handed you some water and the pills, which you were quick to swallow. Reaching for the vix he had in hand, he swatted your hand gently away.

"let me, love."

"okay mirio, just this once..."

Any reluctance from you didn't phase mirio, hell, tamaki was his best friend and heaven knows that boy was a walking case of anxiety.

The cool, burning sensation of vix on your skin spread across your back. Mirio turned you around and put a generous amount on your chest, carefully rubbing it into your skin.

You sighed, sniffling a little and coughing into your hand again.

"just a little longer love, and then you can rest."

Mirio grabbed one of your hair elastics, braiding your hair away from your face. Where, or when he learned to do so was beyond you, but you suspect is had something to do with eri.

Once he was done, he pushed on your shoulder gently, easing you down. "Stay here and nap, okay? I'll make you some food later."

He proceeded to lay down with you.

"mirio!" You whisper shouted, "you'll get sick too!"

"i don't mind, my sunshine looked like she needed cuddles and who am i to deny?" He chuckled, gathering you up in his arms and humming a soft toon.

"besides, little one, you've told me yourself you sleep better like this." He murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"just enjoy this, I'm sure you need it."

"maybe...but don't make this a habit." You comment, snuggling into his chest and drifting off to his tune.

"never..." He whispered to your sleeping self.