#inspired from terrible things by mayday parade

[mesukohi]

"Because I know you're going to leave all of it behind. Even your dreams, your goals and ideals. You're going to sacrifice everything for me and I'm not going to let that happen"

Belated Happy Valentines day (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Written for @steddieangstyaugust - day 12: Terrible Things - Mayday Parade. Only inspired by the theme of the song.

Eddie never thought he'd live long, no matter what people kept telling him. He had a soul of a rocker and those were like fireworks - loud, bright, and went out with a blast. Their lives were brief, but for Eddie Munson, it was worth it.

He'd see old people and pity them, so full of wrinkles, their hair going that sad shade of grey. They would be frail and have way too much time on their hands, and he'd think - this is never going to be me. It's better to live fast and die before I become someone else.

He lived according to his own rules. He was loud. He was abrasive. He spoke his mind, even if no one cared for it.

He was supposed to die. And then he didn't.

And okay, maybe underneath the gratefulness to Steve Harrington from pulling him out of literal hell, he felt just a little bitter. His death was supposed to mean something. Now that option was gone.

The reality of old Eddie Munson was starting to hit him. He'd just waste away in a dead end job, go grey, maybe lose his hair too - as much as he loved Wayne, his bald head was a constant reminder of the possibility. He'd have wrinkles and stuff. And he'd have to lie every single day about who he really was, for forty years, maybe more. What a future.

But as time passed, Eddie found himself thinking less and less about the heroic death that he wasn't granted. Maybe it was because he was constantly surrounded by his friends. Maybe it was the music, it always helped him work through things. Wayne too - nearly losing Eddie broke the man, and Eddie couldn't do it to him. Nope.

And then there was Steve Harrington, the impossible combination of all things good. Somehow, the former jock and heart-throb of all the ladies in Hawkins saw Eddie kissing a guy and didn't freak out. Well, just a little. For one day. Then he drove back to Eddie's and, while Eddie was wondering when he'd get punched, nervously explained that he wasn't mad at Eddie for liking guys, but he was mad at himself for waiting too long. Which was, uh. Wow. The previous guy was forgotten in a heartbeat - "he wasn't that good of a kisser anyway," shrugged Eddie - and a new chapter of Eddie's life began.

It never occurred to him that the new chapter could be close to the end of the book.

As he was staring at his x-rays, listening to results of his bloodwork, and trying the phrase "lung cancer" on his tongue, he had sudden realization that maybe grey hair and wrinkles weren't so bad. He just hoped he'd live long enough to see them on Steve one day.

[the-winter-spider]

Terrible Things | B.Barnes

Warnings: Death, mention of being sick Word Count: 3.2k A/N: This was inspired buy the song Terrible things by Mayday Parade. Hope you like it! Not edited or proof read.

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“So, we’ve heard plenty about Roger’s lover from the ��40s, but what about Barnes? He never shares any stories,” Natasha smirked, sitting down across from the two super soldiers. Everyone had just returned from a gruelling mission, and as Tony declared, it was time to unwind with party food and alcohol.

“I told you, he was a flirt back in the day—”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Natasha interrupted Steve, waving a hand dismissively. “There’s got to be one lucky lady who really had Barnes’ heart.”

Steve glanced over at Bucky, silently asking if it was okay to mention her, to say your name. Bucky rarely spoke about you—you were so precious to him. Losing you hurt more than anything Hydra ever did. It was a wound that never healed, a memory he kept locked away. But tonight, with the asgardian alcohol loosening his defences, maybe it was time. Maybe it was time to let a little bit of the past breathe again.

Bucky didn’t meet Steve’s gaze; instead, he lifted his head, eyes locking with Natasha’s, then Sam’s. “Her name was Y/N,” he said quietly.

Steve placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. Sam and Natasha leaned in, their expressions a mix of curiosity and sympathy, urging Bucky to continue.

“She was everything to me,” Bucky said, his voice tinged with both fondness and regret. “The girl of my dreams. Still is, even now. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought of you. “You would’ve loved her. She was feisty, didn’t care what anyone thought.”

“And that’s putting it lightly,” Steve added with a chuckle. “Remember when she marched right up to Tommy and gave him that shiner?”

“I like her already,” Natasha laughed, her eyes sparkling.

“How’d you meet?” Sam asked, leaning forward, genuinely interested.

—

1938

Friday nights meant dancing, drinking, and laughter echoing through Brooklyn’s streets. The usual crowd had gathered at the local spot, but this time, Bucky was without a date—a pattern Steve had noticed over the past few weeks. Each time a girl approached Bucky, he’d flash an apologetic smile and say he was already taken, though Steve knew he wasn’t. Steve didn’t question it; he knew exactly where his friend’s heart lay. You had all grown up together, and over time, Steve had watched Bucky fall hopelessly in love with you.

You were the kind of girl everyone noticed: beautiful, charismatic, kind, and fiery. But despite the endless stream of admirers, you always turned them down. It was the talk of the town, how you kept every guy at arm’s length. The only one who hadn’t tried his luck was Bucky, and Steve couldn’t understand why. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention—you were just as smitten with him.

Leaning against the bar, the two friends nursed their beers. Bucky’s gaze rarely left you as you chatted with a few girls across the room. Steve watched as another man approached you, asking for a dance. You politely declined, and he returned to his friends, defeated. Bucky’s smirk grew as your eyes met his, a smile lighting up your face. You said something to your friends before slowly making your way over.

“Are you ever gonna ask her out?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky.

Bucky smiled, never taking his eyes off you. “When the timing’s right, Steve.”

You stopped in front of them, your presence as magnetic as ever. “Hi, Stevie.”

“Hey, Y/N. You look beautiful tonight.”

“And you’re as handsome as ever,” you teased before turning to Bucky, your gaze locking with his. A playful smirk tugged at your lips. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me, Barnes.”

“Is that so, doll?” Bucky replied, his voice laced with the familiar flirtation that had become second nature between you two.

“Very much so, handsome.”

Bucky took the last sip of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the counter. “Well, my eyes can’t help but land on the most beautiful girl in the room.”

A flush of pink warmed your cheeks. This banter, this dance, was something you both indulged in regularly. It had become the highlight of your day, but the unspoken tension was starting to wear on you. A few months back, you noticed Bucky had stopped dating other girls, and around the same time, you began turning down offers yourself. Deep down, you knew Bucky was the one for you, so you waited—because you knew it would be worth it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with me, James,” you teased, though your heart pounded as the words left your lips.

Bucky’s smile softened, his playful demeanour fading into something more genuine, more vulnerable. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper.

The air between you crackled with anticipation, the unspoken finally slipping into the open. For a moment, everything around you faded—the music, the laughter, the crowd. It was just the two of you, standing on the edge of something that had been building for years.

Steve, sensing the shift, discreetly stepped back, giving you both the space you needed.

“What if I said I might be in love with you too?” you replied, your voice barely audible, your eyes searching for any sign of doubt.

Bucky’s heart raced, a rare mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through him. “Then I’d say it’s about time I asked you to dance.”

You smiled, extending your hand to him. “Took you long enough, Barnes.”

Bucky took your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and led you onto the dance floor. As he pulled you close, the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the rhythm of your hearts beating in time with the music.

—

“They flirted for months, months. It was brutal. The constant pining for one another—I swear it was gonna be the death of me,” Steve laughed, shaking his head at the memory.

Bucky’s smile only widened. “She was worth the wait.”

“So, when did you finally make your move?” Sam asked eagerly, his hands cradling his head like an excited kid at storytime.

Bucky chuckled softly. “That night. After I heard the word ‘love’ roll off her lips, I was done for. Weak in the knees. My secret was out—she knew I was in love with her.”

“Bucky in love? I can’t believe it,” Sam teased, grinning widely.

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky said, though his tone was light. He could feel his heart racing, just like it had all those years ago. The ridiculous smile on his face gave him away, and he could see it in the amused glances the others were giving him.

“I couldn’t believe it either,” Steve chimed in. “I thought he’d be a bachelor forever. But when he proposed? The girls around town were—”

“Wait, hold up, back up a minute, Cap,” Sam interrupted, straightening up in his seat. He pointed a finger at Bucky, eyes wide with disbelief. “He proposed? To a girl?”

“That’s right,” Steve confirmed, his eyes twinkling with the memory. “Bucky Barnes, the eternal flirt, got down on one knee.”

“Damn,” Sam muttered, shaking his head in awe. “Now I’ve heard everything.”

Bucky’s smile softened, a distant look in his eyes as he remembered that moment. “I knew from the start she was it for me. I didn’t want to waste any more time. So, one night, under the stars in the middle of Brooklyn, I asked her to marry me. And she said yes.” His voice grew quieter, the weight of the memory pressing down on him. “I thought we’d have forever.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over the group. They all knew how that story ended, how Hydra had torn him away from the life he’d dreamed of with you.

Natasha broke the silence gently, her voice softer now. “She must have been really special, Bucky.”

“She was,” Bucky replied, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “She still is.”

The room remained quiet, each of them lost in thought, respecting the memory of the woman who had once held Bucky’s heart.

—

1939

It was a Saturday night, and you and Bucky had just closed down the bar. You’d danced and drank until last call, your laughter filling the room. When the bartender announced the end of the night, you flashed him a charming smile, convincing him to sell you and Bucky a bottle of liquor since all the stores were closed. He chuckled, muttering something about young love as Bucky pulled some coins from his pocket. The bartender handed over the bottle with a grin, telling you two to be safe before sending you off with a teasing, “Take care, lovebirds.”

You giggled as you walked outside. “I can’t believe that worked, Buck!”

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. “I told you, doll—no man could ever say no to you.”

You playfully smacked his chest. “Oh, shush, you.”

In one smooth motion, Bucky spun you around, bringing you chest to chest. His eyes softened as he gazed down at you. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too, James,” you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. Then, with a mischievous grin, you grabbed his hand. “Now, come on before the sun comes up!”

He laughed as you led him to your special spot. You ducked into the bushes, retrieving the blanket you had hidden there months ago, and spread it out on the grass. The two of you lay there for hours, wrapped in each other’s arms, staring up at the stars. You talked about everything and nothing, your words slurring from the alcohol but full of warmth and love.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Bucky stirred beside you. “Doll, I think it’s time we get home and catch some sleep. What do you say?”

You nodded, yawning as you folded up the blanket and stashed it back in its spot. When you turned around, your breath caught in your throat. Bucky was behind you, down on one knee, his eyes shining with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Your heart raced faster than you thought possible. He wore that familiar smile—the same one he had when he asked you to be his, the same one he had when he first told you he loved you.

“Doll” Bucky began, his voice trembling slightly with emotion, “I can’t even put into words what you mean to me. You have my whole heart, doll. I hope I have yours.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small, delicate ring that caught the early morning light. “I’m asking you, please… you know that I love you…Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you nodded furiously. “James, yes! A million times yes!”

Bucky’s face lit up with pure joy as he slid the ring onto your finger. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground as you threw your arms around his neck. He spun you around, the world blurring as you felt like you were in a dream, one you never wanted to wake up from. When he finally set you down, his lips met yours in a kiss that felt like the first time all over again—sweet, tender, and full of promise.

As the sun rose higher, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold, you both stood there, holding each other close, the world around you fading away. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You were his, and he was yours—forever.

—

“Who knew you had it in you, good for you man” Sam laughed leaning forward and patting Bucky’s knee “Did you ever get married?”

“We did” He smiled to himself thinking of you in the beautiful white dress, Steve in a tux 3 sizes too big.

“How is this the first time I'm hearing about this” Sam’s mouth fell open “You were married?”

Bucky felt dread entering his system, as the word “were” as in past tense came out of Sam’s mouth. Your love story was too good to be true. He knew it now and he wished he would have known it then, he would have found you sooner he would have said ‘i love you’ sooner, he would have held you longer, he would have stared at you more, he would have done things differently. Sam noticed the shift in Buckys mood, the smile leaving his face a frown replacing it.

Sam’s eyes never left Bucky’s “Im sorry Buck, i didn’t mean-“

“She got sick”

—

1941

You don’t remember when you started to feel unwell, you thought you were just tired of it having to do with being a woman and with the war going on. Bucky insisted you see a doctor, that he promised it was gonna be okay, he came with you to your first appointment when they took your blood to run some tests and told you to come back in a week's time which was today. Bucky was supposed to take you but he had to work, he told you he would skip it all you had to do was say so but you knew you needed the extra cash for the wedding but Steve offered to come since he had tons of experience with doctors, he promised Bucky he’d hold your hand the whole time.

You were sitting on the chair beside Steve waiting for the doctor to come in with the results, you didn't realise how bad your legs were shaking till Steve placed his hand on your knee, you turned your head to look at him “It's gonna be alright y/n/n” You linked your arm with his resting your head on his shoulder “I hope so Stevie”

A knock at the door broke you out of your trance, you jumped at the doctor entering the room “Miss Y/L/N”

“What's the news?” You didn't care about formalities you just wanted to know, Steve gave your hand a squeeze. The doctor sighed giving you a sad smile, you knew it wasn't good, you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry Miss Y/L/N you have cancer”

Steve turned to you, you could see the tears running down his face, you just kept your gaze on the poster behind the doctor “H-how long?”

“Miss I-“

“How long?” You stood up, raising your voice.

“A couple weeks at most”

“Y/n”

You stood up and ran, ran out of the doctor's office, leaving Steve behind. You felt bad for leaving him knowing he couldn't catch up, you felt bad about shouting at the doctor he was only doing his job but only one thing was on your mind and it wasn't being sick, it wasn't dying it was, Bucky.

Oh god, your Bucky, your happy love struck Bucky. You made it to the apartment in record time, your lungs burning, he had to be home by now, you were praying to any god and high power that existed that he would be home right now giving you the extra time with him, any extra time. You opened the door and it slammed open against the wall, your eyes frantically searched for Bucky.

“Doll?”

You whipped around meeting his gaze as he entered he stood in the apartment doorway, his lunch bag still slung over his shoulder but not for long. It hit the floor when he saw your blood shot eyes, the water lines staining your cheeks, your whole body shaking. He rushed over to you, pulling you as close as he could but you only wished it was closer that somehow you could be closer to him.

He pulled away placing his hands on either side of your face, your eyes peering into his trying to tell him because you didn't know if you could get the words out to tell him but you had to. “Baby what's wrong?”

Your bottom lip quivered as your mouth opened slightly you choked out a sob “I'm sick buck” he just stared at you, he didn't know what to say he didn't know what you meant you could tell he was confused “Im dying, I-I, the doctor said i only have weeks bucky”

His hands fell from your face has he stumbled back “N-no, your lying, this isn't funny”

“I wish i was”

—

“She only got sicker, it was like hearing the news made her body catch up with how sick she really was” Bucky paused, no one spoke, everyone was just listening because he never opened up like this, to anyone.

This was rare, he didn't know why he was still talking about this, it was only dooming him to be upset but it felt good to share you with everyone a part of his new life. “We got married later that week. I quit my job and used all the money I had to buy her dress. I just had to marry her. I didn't care about anything else, she was it for me, she was the love of my life”

—

1941

You were standing in front of the officiant, Bucky's hands in yours, the smile on his face again, one you knew you were never going to see again, one you wanted to remember forever.

“Do you James, take y/n whom you now hold by the hand to be your lawful wedded wife?”

Bucky smiled at you “I do”

”Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do”

He turned to you “Do you Y/n, take James whom you now hold by hand to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I do”

“”Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do”

“I now pronounce you Husband and Wife” he turned to Bucky “You may now kiss your bride”

Bucky grinned at you “C’mere Mrs.Barnes” He took you in his arms, dipped you down and planted an ever last kiss on your lips.

The two of you ended up at your favourite spot under the stars with that same blanket laid down on the grass and danced the night away no music needed, you laid in Bucky’s arms. The air shifted and something in you felt different, you felt it deep in your bones, you looked up at the man above you taking everything in, you smiled to yourself “Bucky?”

He looked down at you, running his hands through your air “Yeah beautiful?”

“Please don't be sad now, I really believe-“.

You closed your eyes, Bucky’s smile forever playing behind your eyes “You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

**

[chihomichannel]

terrible things

| pairing: gojo satoru x gender neutral! reader | summary: in which he prays to the gods to take mercy on his son | genre: angst angst w/ some slice of fluff | warnings: mentions of death | word count: 591 words | a/n: inspired by terrible things by mayday parade! why am i the most eloquent at times i should sleep. why inspiration, why?

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Sometimes, he imagines what it would’ve been like if he had never met you.

Would he be happy? Would he have settled down? Met someone else and love them as he had loved you?

He wonders how a decade of you formed him into what he is today. Everyone never fails to be astonished at how you managed to tie down the Gojo Satoru. A man, who just a few years ago, jumped from women to men alike and lived every man’s bachelor fantasy.

Really, you were nothing special. A random person you could find in a crowd. A person just like anyone else. But somehow, in an occurrence no genius nor inquisitive soul could ever decode, you were the one and only love of Gojo Satoru’s life.

Life with you is the definition of felicity. With you, Gojo learned what it’s like to be truly happy. To be genuine and to be honest. To love and to be loved. You are the universe in his eyes, his whole world and his entire reason for living.

And when you gave him a family. His family. Happiness became just a word that could never elucidate the warmth and the love - the stars and the sky - the explosion of his heart and the cry in his eyes, Gojo himself could not amount into words what he felt when he cradled his son for the very first time.

Everything was perfect, happy as the orange of the sun and peaceful as the blue of the sky.

Everything was too happy no one saw the storm incoming.

It was like the sky showered him with sharp cold ice daggers, jabbing him in every nook of his body and deepening in every step he took. His world slowed down. His ears zoned out. All he could think of are ways on how to help you. How to brighten your everydays just as he always did.

And you, you acted like normal. Like there wasn’t a threat looming over your life. You worked, you cooked, you cleaned, you played with your son and you kissed him with the same fervor. Things were still happy, but not the same as it used to be.

Gojo tried so hard to ignore it. But how could he when you’re suffering? How could he not blame himself for being unable to protect you? For being unable to do anything at all.

Gojo Satoru learned what grief was that day. He thought he could never really forget it. No matter how many years it has been. No matter how much he pretends he’s okay. 

Because really, happiness was not the same without you.

He still laughs, still eats, still jokes. Still the same Gojo Satoru just with a large puzzle piece missing in his life.

It was a shame he could no longer genuinely smile. He has forgotten what it was like ever since you last laughed with him.

Gojo Satoru was convinced he’s fine. Though he could never fool anyone he’s alright.

And when his and your son turned thirteen, Gojo Satoru prayed to the gods to take mercy on his son. To give him someone who’ll be there till the end of time. Someone who would love him just as much as you have loved Gojo Satoru. The most special of love and not take it away as they had done on him.

Sometimes, he imagines what it would’ve been like if he had never met you. 

But he couldn’t.

And he could never, not with you.

Never with you.

[simpleserendipity]

Terrible Things | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (established relationship) Warning: angst, death, illness (terminal) Word count: 1,947 words

This was inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

No one ever expects to lose a loved one, whether it be a father, mother, sibling, friend, or even a lover. Losing a loved one always hurts especially when you think you’re gonna have more time with them. It hurts when the plans are ripped away when you no longer can talk to them, see them or even run to them like you want to. You also think that it could never happen to you, that tragedies like this only happen to other people that you’re safe. You believe that with your untouchable and that this won’t affect you until it does. Then when it does, it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and that you’re constantly suffocating. It’s feeling like you can’t breathe and will never be able to breathe again. You never thought that the light of your life would be taken from you so soon, right before you even have time to actually be with him. It shouldn’t happen to anyone, especially not Luke.

Right around his birthday, he started to fall ill. Everyone assumed it was a cold because no healthy 25 year old like him should be worried about their health. It went on for weeks until you nagged him enough to go to the doctor. That's when the blood work brought back the worst news. You never expected him to be terminally ill, just the flu or a virus. You supported him through it all, telling him it wouldn’t get worse and that he could fight it. It only snowballed from there, doctors' visits, nights comforting him through the pain, endless treatments, waking up to him getting sick, and watching him waste away in front of you. You two spent every moment together until it happened and he passed. He passed on a Sunday evening, you had taken him out to the park that day, you pushed his wheelchair all around the park while you guys talked quietly. At the end of the day, you helped him out of the chair to sit in the grass together. It was peaceful being together. You spent the day taking pictures of him and savoring every moment. You never expected you would be pushing him in a wheelchair you thought you would be pushing him when you’re old, not at 25. You always expected life but instead, you’re here without him. No family, no wedding, no house with the picket white fence or growing old. Instead, you spent one final day with him and went to bed beside him, waking up the next morning beside him but he was already gone, no official goodbye but every night you always said goodnight like it was your last. Then it finally was and you felt nothing but numb.

Today was the hardest yet, his actual funeral. You felt bad because you wanted to help his family plan the funeral and they wanted you to help but you couldn’t. Most days you don’t even get out of bed and if you do, it's to go to the bathroom or answer the door. All your friends and family have been ordering food and cleaning your apartment, taking care of everything while you mourn. His family brought you back to your apartment and had a few close friends over. You guys may have never married but you were always a part of the family. You however had finally escaped to your bedroom, finally having a moment to pull yourself together. You hadn’t cried all day, you feel like you finally couldn’t cry anymore.

Your fingers are tracing over the hem on the dress and your eyes are latched on them, “You look beautiful in that dress,” Liz’s voice startles you and you look up to meet her eyes through the mirror, “Luke would have loved to see it on you.”

“He would,” You smiled, your eyes watering a little, “He did buy it for me but never got to see it on me.”

Liz steps into your room further, “I know how you’ve been feeling,” She stops walking for a moment, “He really loved you, so much. He always told me so. I know this must be hard, it’s really sudden.”

“Oh Liz,” You turned around to face her, she was always crying, “I can’t believe you’re trying to comfort me. I should be comforting you.”

“It’s not a competition,” She reaches forward and places a hand on your shoulder, “We’re all grieving, I just want to support you.”

“Liz I’m so grateful for all of you and your family,” You smiled softly as a tear slipped down your face, “I’m sorry for all of you.”

“It must be a plan of some sort from the universe,” Liz sighs, stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed, “He was so young, my baby had so much life left. He had so many plans, I keep racking my brain to figure out why in the world the universe took him from us. Why he didn’t get to get married or have grandbabies. I just don’t know…”

You collapse onto the bed beside her, “I think the same thing. I wonder why the universe would introduce me to my other half and make me so happy like this just to take him away. To take all the plans we’ve had and flush them down the toilet. He had so much potential, I love Luke. I love him so much and now I have to live without him…” You ramble, “Sorry.” I shrug.

You two sit in silence for a moment before Liz moves to dig into her purse to grab something, “Here.” She holds out an envelope.

“What is this?” You ask, taking it.

“Luke wrote this for you,” She says as your jaw drops, “He made me promise to give it to you if anything ever happened.”

“He wrote this like he knew he was going to leave me,” A tear slipped down your face onto the envelope, “Why would he do that?”

“He just wanted to make sure you would always remember how loved you are,” She pauses, “Oh wait, there's one more thing.” She reaches back into the bag pulling out a CD, “This was for you. He wanted you to be the first one to hear it.”

“What?”

“Just read the letter and find out,” Liz smiles softly, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thank you.” You said, staring at the items in your hands.

“Of course,” Liz stands up, “We’ll all be out there when you’re ready.” She excuses herself.

“Okay.” You sighed. You stared at the items for a moment, contemplating even reading the letter or saving it for another day. You weren’t sure if this would hurt you more or help you but either way the CD and paper felt heavier and heavier. You started to feel guilt at the thought of not reading this when he wanted you to so you decided that for him, you would. You set the CD beside you, ignoring it until after the letter.

______ my love,

I had to write this letter in secret because I know you wanted me to focus on fighting and surviving and having only positive energy but I accepted it. I know you’re probably angry with me, angry for accepting it, and angry for leaving you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’re alone and I’m sorry I didn’t fight hard enough for you. I know we had plans, we had a lot of them. I know we never got to go on that trip to Italy, that we never got to get married, that we didn’t get that house with the white picket fence or have our own family. I know that I left you way too soon and baby I’m sorry. I promised to give you all of my years for the rest of my life and I did but I always thought we would have more, we made do with what we had but I will never forgive the universe for cutting our time short.

I know we always told each other that we love each other, I know you know I love you. You love me and I am honored that you have been the last and only one I spent my time with. I couldn’t be more grateful for you because I know that all of this was not only hard on me, but you as well. I can’t fathom how the universe gave me someone like you to be my other half. I can’t imagine my soul mate as anyone but you. I’m grateful for all the beautiful time we spent together. I haven’t had many years but out of all my 25 years, the 5 years I have spent beside you have been the brightest, happiest, most passionate, and best years of my life. You have been the most wonderful, positive, and loving force in my life for the longest time.

I could write you pages about how I feel about you but you already know. I want to explain the CD. The CD is an album that I worked on. It was meant to be my first solo album, I know we talked about that and you knew I was working on it before I got sick but I never told you I finished it though. I want you to be the first person besides me to listen to it. I named it “When facing the things we turn away from”. I bet you’re surprised that this was the name I picked, especially since we spent hours staring at that board with potential names. I finalized the tracklist too, after hours of working on it.

1.  Starting Line       

2.  Saigon       

3.  Motion       

4.  Place In Me       

5.  Baby Blue       

6.  Repeat       

7.  Mum       

8.  Slip Away       

9.  Diamonds       

10.  A Beautiful Dream       

11.  Bloodline       

12.  Comedown   

I wish I was around to show this to you myself because I can only imagine your reactions but I hope you’re proud of me for this. I wrote this for me but when I got sick, I finished it for you, so that you’ll always have a piece of me. I hope you love this album as much as I love you. Even after I’m gone, you will always have a place in me forever and always in every lifetime. I won’t get to see the things you do but I know whatever you do, you will be absolutely brilliant. I am so proud of you for carrying on as strong as you are, baby.

Yours forever and always,

Luke

By the time you got to the bottom of the letter, the page was stained with tears. The letter hadn’t been that long but considering how sick he was it was a miracle he had written as much as he had. You glace between the letter and the CD before setting the letter to the side.

“Oh Luke,” You sniffle, picking up the CD, “You really were one of a kind, my one of a kind man,” You whisper to yourself as you play with the edge of the CD case, “I can’t wait to listen to your album baby. I know it’s gonna be amazing and I’m so proud of you.” You whisper again, kissing the CD case before standing up. You move carefully across the room to the stereo, putting the CD in. You sigh, “First track is,” You look back to the letter about the tracklist, “Starting line.” You click play before dropping onto the bed, preparing to listen to the last new shred of Luke you have.

[moonculus]

terrible things ~ wilbur x reader

angst

warnings: death, weapons, kissing (all non-descriptive)

pronouns: implied she/her

notes: inspired by the song, terrible things by mayday parade. i apologize in advance <3

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that’s when i met your father, the boy of my dreams. the most beautiful man that i’d ever seen.

“mommy?”

you looked away from your coffee cup to meet your child’s bright eyes staring back at you.

“yes, honey?” you asked, smiling softly.

“what happened to my father?”

immediately, you felt your heart tighten. you had put off talking about your husband for as long as you possibly could. phil, techno, even tommy. everyone who cared for you worried about you. you had thrown yourself into caring for your child, barely even giving yourself time to feel.

“when you’re older, baby,” you tilted your head sympathetically.

the daughter clung to your leg, pouting up at you with puppy eyes. the same her father would make whenever he wanted a hug or kiss from you. you were never the disciplinarian. to be honest, neither of you were. you hoisted your daughter onto your lap, preparing yourself emotionally.

“well, since i was your age, i was convinced i would be a leader. no one could ever tell me i needed a husband, i thought boys were frivolous. while my friends would talk about crushes and cooties, i would talk about sword skills and the inner workings of our country. i never thought i’d need anyone. until i met your father…”

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you swung your wooden makeshift sword at a tree, grunting as it was stuck in the bark. you pulled at the handle, kicked at the stump, and eventually plopped down in the grass beside it, frustratedly.

“need some help?” a soft voice asked you.

a small boy your age crooked glasses and a yellow sweater he seemed to be quickly outgrowing.

“no. i can do it myself,” you huffed, brushing yourself off and attempting to pull the sword out again.

“my dad says it’s always best to accept help, even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

“my dad used to say if you can’t do things on your own, you shouldn’t do them at all.”

“your dad’s wrong,” the boy shrugged, leaning against the tree.

“do you mind?”

“i’m wilbur,” he grinned, sticking his hand out for you.

“i’m tired of this,” you folded your arms against your chest.

“well, tired of this. do you want to be friends?”

“my dad said friends make you weak,” you muttered, shifting from foot to foot.

“your dad’s wrong,” he repeated, smiling. “anyways. sometimes, everyone needs a knight in shining armor.”

with a swift hit to the handle in exactly the right place, the sword fell to the grass. your chest rose and fell as you glared at the weapon.

“thank you,” you mumbled.

“i’ll take a friendship as an apology.”

you rolled your eyes at him, a smile threatening to cross your face.

“fine.”

wilbur’s face lit up with a toothy smile.

“but,” you began, pointing a finger at him. “only because i owe you.”

“oh, of course,” he nodded, stifling a grin.

“y/n. my name. i’m y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated. “i like it. i’ll see you around, y/n.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“and then what happened?”

your curious daughter that had been squirming in your lap, now settled, relaxing in your arms.

“well, a few years passed, and we became practically attached at the hip. inseparable…”

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i can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me

“stay together- be safe!” phil called after the two of you, as if you would’ve gladly left the other alone.

“we will!” you chorused, already bolting away.

the once short and underdeveloped boy had grown into a lanky, somewhat scrawny teenager. stretch marks dotted his knees from an unexpected growth spurt at twelve. he had long since ditched his glasses, claiming that he was too mature for his crooked lenses. suspiciously, he had adopted the spectacles back once he had overheard a conversation between niki and yourself in which you told her you thought boys with glasses were cute.

the two of you flopped onto your backs at the same willow tree you had first met. it had become a memorial of the start of your friendship, a place you visited often.

clouds drifted through the sky, the both of you pointing out ones that looked like ducks and cats.

“d’ya ever think about your future?” wilbur asked you out of the blue.

“yeah. i’m gonna be a ruler. you can be one of my royal consorts,” you shrugged.

“what’s a consort?”

“i dunno, i heard my mom use it once. i suppose it’s like an advisor of some kind. you’re my second in command!”

“well, i’m fine being your second. as long as you don’t let it go to your head,” he nudged you, smiling.

you rolled your head to the side, meeting gazes with wil. his eyes searched your face, and for a second you were confused. you had barely even acknowledged the thought of crushes- you didn’t know what they felt like. later on, you could assume it felt a little like this.

the two of you leaned in, connecting your lips gently. neither of you had any clue what you were doing, it was both of your first kisses. as soon as it began, you pulled away. you didn’t miss the blush creeping into wilbur’s cheeks, just as he didn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind your hand.

“i- crap. i li-“ wil stammered.

“i know.”

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“ew, cooties!”

“you’re right, cooties. that’s why you never kiss boys,” you pointed at your daughter.

“anyways, we loved each other. we had since the day we met, just were too young to know it…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

im asking you, please. you know that i love you, will you marry me?

“gods, you look beautiful, honey,” niki cooed as she placed flowers behind your ears.

“you think so?”

“i know so! wil is going to be speechless.”

“we haven’t been out for weeks, with all of the battle preparations,” you sighed, placing your face in your hand.

“don’t remind me. there you are, perfect!” niki smiled, squeezing your shoulders gently.

“thank you so much, i owe you.”

“oh, hush. you owe me nothing,” she dismissed. “now, hurry! he’s waiting.”

there was a calm breeze as you walked to your willow tree. the air smelled floral and familiar, like it was curated just for you. you heard the soft strum of a guitar, and your steps quickened.

a grin plastered itself across your face as you saw your love, surrounded by blue petals and lanterns, plucking the strings of his instrument. it was a scene out of a movie as you took a seat in front of him. he smiled at you softly, not speaking until the melody finished.

“i love you,” he began, clasping his hands around your own. “i have loved you since i’ve known you. you are my muse, my meaning. without you, i’d perish beyond means. i promise i’ll care for you when you’re sick, when you take up half of the bed, when you insist on midnight walks- i’ll take it all.”

by now, tears of happiness were falling down your face, you practically already nodding.

“y/n y/l/n,” he started, pulling out a dark ring.

you interrupted him, throwing your arms around his neck and all but tackling him to the ground.

“will- you- marry- me-“ he laughed in between kisses. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

“yes, yes. of course it’s a yes, you idiot. i love you,” you smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“but if you lived happily ever after, where’s dad?”

again, your heart felt pained. your eyes filled with tears as you squeezed your daughter’s hand.

“sometimes, it was just never meant to be…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

please don’t be sad now, i really believe, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

you were married as soon as possible, only your close friends and family invited to the wedding at the willow tree. a few months later, you were expecting. once you told wilbur, he was ecstatic. your family was growing. alas, the past few weeks had been strained. wil had grown further apart from you, feeling as if he were worlds away while he laid next to you. it all became clear, all the pieces clicking once the three of you stood in the final control room.

“wil, please. you’re going to have a child- you have me! you can’t do this, think of everyone,” you pleaded as phil held your arm.

“i’m sorry, my love. truly. i wish there were another way. i will never stop loving you. never,” he smiled sadly, his fingers dancing across the button that would annihilate your entire nation.

“it was never meant to be.”

phil held you close as you sobbed, his shouts at his son drowned out by the sounds of explosions. once the dust settled, you saw your boy, the same one who had always had the brightest eyes, dull and lifeless as he stared at you.

“i love you,” he mouthed as he nodded at phil.

you didn’t quite understand what was happening, not until it happened. your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams as the man’s blade plunged itself into it’s target. you scrambled to your lover, his soul already left his body. you cradled him in your arms as long as you could before his father had to carry you away from him.

from that day forward, you pledged to throw everything you could into daughter- the legacy of your late husband. you swore you’d never leave her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

don’t let it get you, i can’t bare to see the same happen to you.

“he’s gone?” she breathed out, tears falling down her little face.

“yes,” you sniffled, failing to hold back your own tears. “yes, he’s gone. but he loved us very much, even if he never got to meet you.”

your daughter clung to your shirt, not fully understanding everything. you would explain to her later more in depth, when she was old enough to understand.

“you were his unfinished symphony. his little melody,” you smiled down at her.

melody would learn to understand her father through stories from you, her uncles, and her grandfather. the two of you continued to visit his final resting place- the willow tree you had buried him at. for a while, it had only reminded you of misery, memories you’d never get to relive. but, ever since melody had been born, the tree was rejuvenated. it even seemed to sway as if it were listening when you spoke.

your wilbur, his love, and your baby, melody.

your symphony.

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Mayday Parade Songfic Masterlist

Links Last Checked: January 11th, 2024

Hold Onto Me (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: Dan’s broken, and Phil loves him so much; he’ll always be there there to pick up the pieces. Mayday Parade, Hold Onto Me

i wish that you were here by my side (ao3) - starlike (orphan_account)

Summary: (TW) a songfic based off of Everything’s An Illusion by Mayday Parade set in 2012.

Stay - myphantastic1magines

Summary: Dan and Phil get into an argument when Phil storms out. Phil is struck by a drunk driver, and his chances of surviving aren’t the best.

Terrible Things (ao3) - phanpuppies

Summary: Phan coffee shop au- Phil is a friendly waiter at the local Caribou Coffee, and Dan is at a low in his life until he meets the boy with eyes like diamonds.

Terrible Things (ao3) - FandomsOverLife

Summary: A phan song fic of ‘Terrible things’ by Mayday Parade

Terrible Things (wattpad) - ghjklfh

Summary: Based off Mayday Parade’s song, Terrible Things, watch as 2 YouTubers (AmazingPhil, Danisnotonfire) fall in love. This entire story is told to their adopted son, Isaac.

Terrible Things - the-fault-in-our-phandom

Summary: Phil works in a coffee shop, dan gets coffee from there everyday

Three Cheers For Five Years (fanfiction.net) - Spasmplasm

Summary: Inspired by the Mayday Parade song Three Cheers for Five Years.

[oh-ranpo]

Best Friend’s Girl **

--> You didn’t expect to fall for your best friend. You also didn’t expect to have to keep it a secret from your other best friend. One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight

Terrible Things ** --> Inspired by the song “Terrible Things” by Mayday Parade. Intro // One // Two // Three // Four

Triangle (ft. Tom Holland) **   --> You were in love with Harrison, and Tom was in love with you. How could you possibly choose? One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight

Head Over Heart ** --> One night at a red-carpet event with your friends changed everything. One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // Ten

Jet Lag All I Want this Christmas ^

[skyblue-ringpops]

Terrible Things ~ A Oneshot

So I originally wrote this as a Glee oneshot, if you’d rather read that, here’s a link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27639821 (it’s the same story, just different names)

This is inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade, here’s a link to the song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bllr63yMszw

Oneshot below!

I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things.

From the moment Henry saw Morris, he knew he'd found his soulmate. That one true love he'd been searching his entire life for. He knew it was unrealistic - everyone wanted love so badly they'd make it up, even if it wasn't real. But he knew this wasn't just a fantasy, this was real.

He remembered a story his mother had told him many times. A bittersweet one, one that had him smiling at the beginning but crying by the end.

"By the time I was your age, I'd give anything, to fall in love truly was all I could think. That's when I met your father, the boy of my dreams, the most beautiful man that I'd ever seen."

Henry was sitting beside Morris. It was so hard to focus on anything besides him, but he loved every second of it. Any time he spent with Morris was time well spent.

Eventually, Morris looked up at Henry and said, "Can I tell you a wonderful thing?" He smiled a bit, and Henry noticed the look in his eyes, a look of both love and excitement. "I can't help but notice you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe... I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

Henry blushed and immediately looked away. It was true, of course, and he believed Morris felt the same way, but he couldn't help but be embarrassed by his feelings. He nodded softly, knowing there was no point in denying how he felt.

"I love you too," Morris said. "So much."

Henry was happy about that, but also a little scared. And not for the reasons most people would be scared of a new love. He thought back to the story his mother had told him, specifically the phrase he'd repeat multiple times throughout: "Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things."

Henry loved every second he spent with Morris. They were always together, almost inseparable. Choosing a favorite moment was nearly impossible, but there was one that stood out.

It had been a long night. Henry was tired, but somehow, Morris didn't seem to be. They had been at a party at a friend's house and Henry was taking Morris back to his house. They were walking to the car, Henry holding  up a drunk Morris. After walking a few feet, Morris stopped and looked up at the sky. It was nighttime, so the sky was filled with stars. It was beautiful, but rather than looking up at the sky, he looked at Morris, admiring the fascination in his eyes and his slight smile. "You like the stars?" he asked.

Morris nodded. "Yeah. It's so weird, like... All those stars, they're so far away, but they're so...big... So it's like they're right there..."

Henry laughed a bit. "Yes, that's very weird."

"Y'know what's even weirder?" Morris turned to face Henry. "Aren't they all dead? But they're still there, and we still see them... Like they're not even gone."

Henry nodded. "Time to go, okay?" He brought Morris to the car and helped him into the back seat, then drove them home with tears in his eyes.

A few years passed, and the two never stopped loving each other. They'd each found their soulmate, the person they were meant to be with, the missing piece in their lives that nothing else could fill. As Henry’s mother said about his father, "Love was a story that couldn't compare."

The day finally came for Morris to propose. Henry knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any less special. He knelt in front of Henry and said, "Can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string." He took a small box out of his pocket, wrapped neatly in brown paper and tied together with a white string. Henry smiled when he saw it. Boxes like that were special to him, his mother had mentioned several times that her wedding ring was wrapped up in that exact way, and Henry was happily surprised to see that Morris remembered him bringing it up. Morris handed Henry the box. "Open with care now, I'm asking you please." Henry carefully removed the string and unwrapped the paper and as he opened the box, Morris said, "You know that I love you, will you marry me?"

As soon as Henry said yes, Morris pulled him into a tight hug, then kissed him with more passion than ever before.

Henry couldn't stop thinking of the parallels between his love story and that of his parents. He knew what came after the proposal.

"Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things. You'll learn one day, and I hope and I pray that God shows you differently."

The wedding was beautiful. It was everything Henry had imagined, and had exceeded his expectations greatly. He'd never been happier. And their love only grew stronger from there.

Everything was going perfectly for a few months.

Every day, Henry would come home to Morris waiting by the door, ready to give him a kiss as soon as he came inside. But one day, Morris wasn't there. Henry went into the bedroom and found him laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Is everything okay?"

Morris sat up a bit and patted the bed next to him. Henry sat beside him, very confused and starting to become concerned. "Can I tell you a terrible thing?" Morris asked. "It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks."

Henry slowly stood up, but immediately fell to his knees and cried. Morris wanted to comfort him, but wasn't sure what to do. There was nothing that could make this situation better.

For the weeks following, Henry didn't leave Morris's side. They spent most of their time in bed, since Morris never wanted to get up. One morning, Henry woke up with a strong feeling of dread. This was the day he'd wished would never come.

He would never forget that final moment. He was kneeling beside the bed, running one hand through Morris's hair and holding his hand with the other. He was looking at their hands, he couldn't look at Morris's face without crying.

"Henry," Morris said weakly. "Please don't be sad now..." He closed his eyes. "I really believe...that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me..."

Henry squeezed his hand tight then closed his eyes as well. He knew the exact moment it happened, when Morris was gone for good, but he denied it for as long as he could. He remembered his mother's warnings:

"Don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose. If you're given the choice, then I beg you to choose to walk away, don't let it get you. I can't bear to see the same happen to you."

Did he wish he listened? He wasn't sure. He treasured every moment spent with Morris, the good and the bad. He'd do whatever he could to remember all of it and spend the rest of his life wishing it wasn't over so soon. He never moved on, that was nearly impossible. And though it was the worst pain he'd ever felt, if he had to choose between feeling like this for the rest of his life but still keeping every memory of Morris, or getting rid of the pain but never having met Morris, he would choose to keep the pain without a doubt. It's too much to lose, but he wouldn't trade his love for anything.

[flooffybits]

About that yoohyeon fic, it was amazing. I loved the whole soulmate trope and you definitely managed to put a new spin on it. The part where she tells her mother she’s just like her father is so sad and well written. Her misguided attempts at protecting her daughter which only end in hurting her even more instead was heartbreaking. Everything about the fic was great, I really loved Yeri, but the ending was just perfect. Them finally meeting couldn’t have been better. Thank you for writing it -👀

i honestly haven't seen people take that path with that type of soulmate au so i thought it would have been a good idea and I'm so glad you liked how it turned out. parts of the scenario was actually inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade thus the title. I was really having a hard time making someone the best friend. while it was a better choice to have someone from Dreamcatcher, I wanted to maybe throw in a few other idols like I did with Red Velvet, Twice and Loona. I was initially worried because majority of the fic didn't have Yoohyeon only until the end but I'm relieved to know you liked it as it was

[imagine-the-fanfics]

"I’ll be Miserable at Best, but You’ll be Happier with Him.”

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Reader ; Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Inspired by: “Miserable at Best” by Mayday Parade, “Happier” by Ed Sheehan, and “Happier” by Marshmello + Bastile

A/N: Unless specified, Toshinori is in his true form. Also. Yikes. This is so old I found it in my drafts. Yikes. This may become a series. 

Tags: @fanficsrusz

Toshinori had known that letting you go would be difficult for the both of you, but he didn’t expect it to feel like his heart had turned to cement. Had things been different you would be his, but, after everything that had happened, he couldn't risk your safety. His fist slammed onto his dining table, causing the cup of tea next to him to rattle slightly. He simply huffed at it before taking a sip and gently setting it down.

“Y/n.” Toshinori was sitting next to you on the park bench, his hands on his knees, looking at the ground ahead of him. You turned to look at him.

“What is it, Toshi?” You waited for a moment, getting more distressed at his posture and body language. Whatever it was, it was serious. You turned your attention briefly to the book in your lap, marking your place and closing it before tucking it into your backpack. “What’s wrong?” You asked, tucking some hair behind your ear as you sat up again. 

“I...” Toshinori sighed. “I don’t think we should spend time together anymore.” You blinked, needing a moment to digest what he was saying. His left hand ran through his messy mane of blond hair. “It’s just... You know I love you. More than anything in this world.”

“But...?” Your voice was quiet. This was a dream- a nightmare. This wasn’t real and this wasn’t going where you thought it was.

He hesitated to explain, unable to look at you. His shame radiated off of him almost visibly. “You’re quirkless, and if your association with All Might got out, villains would try to grab you any chance they had. You can’t protect yourself, and I can’t take my hero form long enough, anymore, to be able to find and save you.” 

His words sunk in and you leaned back against the bench, shocked at what you were hearing. 

“I love you, and there is so much I would change if I could. I want to be with you, like this, but I can’t be. Not anymore.” You watched as he stood up, his hands sliding into his pockets. He turned away from you and began to walk.

“Wait, you’re going to drop this and then leave?!” You were on your feet watching his back, tears starting to slip from your eyes. “You’re a god damned idiot, Toshinori! You can’t just walk out of somebody’s life when you’ve been there since they were fucking born!” Your voice cracked as you shouted at him. “You can’t just abandon me after all this time!” 

But that’s exactly what he did.

“I’m trying, you selfish asshole!” You cried out as he walked away. “Am I not good enough for you?!” You had screamed, your hands clutching your chest as you cried. “Come back! Don’t do this!” 

Toshinori groaned at the memory. He could hear you sobbing to this day, despite the years that had passed. His actions were disgraceful. Pathetic. Some hero he was. He leaned back in his chair, watching the rising steam from the tea, and crossed his arms. The truth was he was heartbroken, but he couldn’t imagine the state he had abandoned you in. 

Some time had passed since then, though. How long had it been? Four years? Now he was going to start working with your current boyfriend. In less than a month Toshinori would cross paths with the man you now love on most days.  He wasn’t sure how to handle it, if he could. 

His mind wandered, imaging how you and Shouta Aizawa had met. He didn’t really know, but he imagined it was at a bar. 

The alcohol stung as it slid down to your stomach. It didn’t hurt as much as the betrayal and abandonment of your childhood best friend and your, now ex, boyfriend. You had imagined what your wedding would be like, what being old together would be like. 

Now those dreams were as gone as the shots you had downed. 

“You should slow down.” The bartender warned. “You might not make it home at this rate.” 

“I can take her home.” A voice said, but you just focused on the now empty glass in front of you. “What’s her issue?” You didn’t see the bartender shrug, and then the man sat next to you.  

“What happened?” He sighed. You heard the ice in his glass clink as he took a drink, and the thunk as it hit the bar. 

“Nothing.” You responded shortly. 

“You expect me to believe that as you’re waiting for your 8th shot in a half hour? That’s ridiculous. What happened?” You turned to see him. His eyes were somewhat bloodshot and he looked exhausted - and completely done with everything. “Look. It’s my one night off. You don’t have to talk to me, but I’m making sure you get home alright.” 

You drunkenly reach a hand out and Aizawa helps you to your feet. 

“Easy.” He muttered, wrapping an arm around you. “Do you know where you live?”

“Here’s her wallet.” The bartender said, setting it on the counter. “I figured I’d keep it safe until she was ready to go. Somebody tried to pickpocket her earlier.” Aizawa nodded in thanks, opening the wallet and checking your id. 

“Alright, Drunky. Let’s get you home.” He slid your wallet into your pocket and the two of you hobbled from the bar to your home. 

The trip home was probably uneventful, with you having to stop to throw up at some point. Aizawa would have held your hair back and sighed, muttering about how his one night off was going to waste. 

When you arrived at home, Aizawa would help you unlock the door, getting you inside and into your bed. He would help you undress, nothing inappropriate happening. Aizawa was a good man, and he would never take advantage of a drunk woman, especially a stranger. 

Toshinori pictured him cleaning you up with a washcloth, getting you a glass of water and pain meds before waiting for you to fall asleep before leaving.

When you woke up, you’d find an envelope at your front door. You would open it to find a note and your key. There would be a note explaining that you were irresponsibly drunk and he had to take care of you. He would probably say something about the only logical reason you would be that wasted was if something terrible had happened, and left a number for you to call if you needed anything. 

You, naturally, would call him. Offer your thanks and a cup of coffee. He'd accept and things would grow between you.

Toshinori hadn’t realized how hurt he was by the thought of you moving on. He knew it was an ache he would carry with him, but this felt... It was like his heart was literally breaking. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he covered his eyes with a deep breath. He knew what he was doing when he ended the relationship, but it had been so long. Why did it still hurt so much? 

Like every inch of his heart was sunburned, cut up with paper as deep as they could go, and his heart was now sitting in boric acid. 

It was excruciating. 

Letting you go was the biggest mistake of his life, but it saved yours.

[frostedravens]

eight people I’d like to know better

Tagged by @skyholdherbalist

Name/Alias: Raven 

Birthday: April 24

Zodiac Sign: Taurus by day, Pisces by night, and since I’m a night shift worker, I’m a Pisces.

Height: This is just rude. 5��2″

Hobbies: Writing, reading, research, sleeping, lots of sleeping, singing, archery, sword-fighting, more sleeping.

Favorite Color: Cerulean

Favorite Book: Bold of you to assume I have a favourite and am not too indecisive for that. I love the Lord of the Rings series and associated such works by Tolkien, the Six of Crows series is excellent, City of Crows is pretty good, The Raven Cycle, oh my. I have a theme, don’t I. I’m just...gonna stop here before I embarrass myself.

Last Song I Heard: Everything’s An Illusion by Mayday Parade.

Last Film I Watched: I don’t really watch movies, but I sort of hovered over Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers for a bit the other day.

Inspiration for my muse(s): Too many. Trust me. I gain inspiration from nearly anything. Mythology, books I’ve read, songs, rain, a stray beam of sunlight, a far-off sound you can’t quite hear, just things. All the things, everything.

Dream Job: Oddly enough, I don’t really have a dream job. I’d like to be many things. A writer, a singer, a teacher, a tour guide, a psychologist [that’s what I’m studying for, at least], a historian [not likely, that requires much more studying], and just anything that catches my eye.

Meaning Behind the URL: Honestly, I had nothing better. I’m terrible with titles, so. I gave it my best shot and that was that.

People I want to get to know better: @cutiepancake, @trash-raccoon, @mugetsupipefox, @mikkeneko, @marauders4evr, @meggie-jolly, @odd-oood, @swordwieldingeowyn

[therealsaeranhaeyo]

Piece of Your Heart [Mystic Messenger Fanfiction] [Saeran x Airaian (OC)]

SYNOPSIS: Saeran and Airaian ponder their unique yet precious relationship.

Rated: K+

Genre: Fluff

Disclaimer: This was inspired by the song “Piece of Your Heart” by Mayday Parade. I honestly had this song on repeat for a few days and I just fall in love with it more and more❤️

*NOTE: The Korean in this fic roughly translates as: “Baby...I love you so much. I’m happy because you’re mine.”

                                                      ~*~

Despite the constant chirping of the crickets in the distance, it was a quiet night. The stars dotted the sky like tiny diamonds while the pale moonlight streamed down, lightly  illuminating the streets. Airaian had her knees up to her chest, her brunette head laying atop. She had a pensive look in her eyes, which slightly worried the bleached-white haired boy beside her.

         “Airie?” the boy asked, and gently placed his hand on the girl’s back; “what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Airaian turned to look at him, and she sighed deeply.

       “Just thinking, that’s all,” she replied softly and stretched out her legs.

       “What about?” A look of curiosity flitted in the boy’s bright, mint green eyes. He furrowed his brows and  unconsciously pulled Airaian into his arms. His fingers tangled into her long silky hair and he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead.

Airaian sighed again and snuggled into him.

      “Us,” she replied plainly; “you and me. Airaian and Saeran.” She gently caressed Saeran’s cheek and rested her thumb on his slightly parted lips.

Thinking the worst, Saeran’s breathing started to get quicker and panic surged through him. His eyes also glazed over in fear and his body began to shake.

        “W-what about us?” he asked nervously, “d-do you h-have second thoughts?” A few tears escaped the corners of his eyes and Saeran swiped the back of his hand over them.

Airaian, realizing the misunderstanding, quickly gathered him into her arms and kissed him feverishly.

    “Oh no,” she whispered fiercely, “oh no, no, no! Not at all! Saeran, I love you - I want to love you forever.” She touched their foreheads together- “I’m sorry if it came out like I wanted to break up. That’s not it at all.”

Saeran, calmer now, buried his face in Airaian’s neck.

    “I was afraid,” he began weakly, “that you’d changed your mind about being with me...especially after all the pain and misery I’ve put you through all those months ago. I was ready for you to hate me.”

  “That won’t ever happen. I love you, Saeran- my mind will not change.” The fire and determination in Airaian’s emerald green eyes flared so strong that Saeran shivered. He couldn’t imagine his life without Airaian- nor did he want to.

   “자기야,” he murmured back, “너무 정말 사랑합니다. 난 행복해요...넌내꺼야.” He nuzzled Airaian’s neck and inhaled her familiar scent. Airaian giggled softly, and relaxed in her boyfriend’s arms.

     “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she whispered in his ear; “sure our love story was rather unconventional, but that’s the unique thing about it all - we didn’t follow the rules but we still made it.” Airaian lightly pressed her fingers to Saeran’s cheek, where the remains of a scar still lay. She traced the scar, and kissed it softly.

Saeran closed his eyes and moaned softly.

    “You don’t...find me ugly, do you?” he asked; “with my scar?”

     “Never. You’re my world, Saeran- your looks don’t matter. What matters is the kind of person you are- you could be completely disfigured and have a heart of gold- or be the best looking person and have a terrible personality.” Airaian kissed Saeran again to re affirm her love for him, and he smiled at her.

       “You’re an angel. You’re my true saviour and my greatest salvation in life. With your light to guide me, I wasn’t afraid anymore of my darkness- you managed to chase away my inner demons and banish them for good. I was set free from the coziness of pain and could think freely for myself. I love you, Airie- I love you more than anything.” Saeran turned and focused on the girl in front of him.

Tears gathered in Airaian’s bright green eyes and she held Saeran as tightly as she could. Her heart was full of love for him, she didn’t want him going through so much pain anymore.

      “From now on we’ll only have beautiful, happy days. Of course there will be times where we won’t agree and we’ll argue, but we won’t let it break us down. I promise you this,” she whispered to him; “let’s spend a lot of beautiful moments together.”

Saeran smiled at her again, and nodded his head up and down.

     “I would love that. I’d want to cover you in flowers and take pictures together, too. Though I think that out of all flowers out there...you are the most beautiful blossom of them all.” He blushed deeply and Airaian giggled, tweaking his nose.

    “Awww you’re adorable my love,” she cooed back; “and so incredibly romantic.” She kissed the tip of his nose. They laughed and continued to stargaze, sharing soft and sweet kisses here and there. Promises of love and happiness, the feeling of warmth also surrounded them.

When it was time to go back inside, Saeran linked his fingers through Airaian’s

“And all I know is that I want it more than yesterday

If I was waiting, I was waiting for just one little spark

You are the brightest I’ve seen, you are the best side of me

And just for when we’re apart I’ve got a piece of your heart”

[suchdan-veryphil]

Terrible Things - Phil Lester Imagine

anonymous asked:

Can you write a PhilxReader imagine based off of the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade?

Song Inspiration: Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

Word Count: 1,580

Triggers: Death, sappy kinds of stuff

A/N: Anything in italics is a flashback. I hope you guys like it. I cried while writing this and I think half of it is because of the song and the other half is because I love Phil so much and he deserves everything in the world. I hope this is how you imagined it, anon. If you click the link in the Song Inspiration, it’ll open the song in Spotify. xoxox

Phil’s POV 

I put the last of our dinner on the table before I called out to my 6-year-old son to stop playing my old Nintendo and to wash his hands and sit down to eat. 

“Andrew!” Silence. I tried twice more, met with silence both times so I figured he was glued to the screen. As I came round the corner, I saw that he had put the game down and was looking through an old scrapbook. 

“Andrew, I called you for dinner.” I started gently as I walked over to the bed and knelt beside him. 

“Oh, sorry Dad.” was all he told me as he continued to flip through the pages. 

“Whatcha got there, bud?” I asked and leaned in closer to see the content of the pages in front of him. As I glanced over, I could see photos of me and my wife from when we met. With a smile, I looked along with him. “Where did you find this?” I asked, curious as to where it had been placed. 

“I found it under mum’s side of the mattress.” the little tyke responded. I nodded in response along with a light, “hmm”. 

“Where was this?” the curious little boy asked and pointed to one with me and Y/N at a dance in grade school. 

“Oh goodness, Andy. That photo is so old. That’s me and your mum in grade school on our way to the year 6 dance. I remember how much fun we had.” I recalled as I happily remembered the night all those years ago. He flipped the page. 

“What’s this one, daddy?” Andrew then pointed his finger at a photo of Y/N and us years later that was taken with a disposable camera in a field behind the library. 

“Oh, that’s me and your mummy’s first selfie I guess you could say,” I said and tilted my head and chuckled a little. Y/N had tried taking it three different times and finally, I took one because my arms are longer. When the photos were developed, mine was the only one that had gotten more than just the top of her head and my chin in it. 

“Tell me about it,” he demanded like the curious little boy that he was. 

“Alright..” 

“Phillip. Please, I can do this.” Y/N insisted before she sighed and took another snap of us. “There. That’s the one.” 

“Y/N, let me take one.” I more told her than suggested before I snatched the camera sneakily and tickled her side. She laughed aloud and I couldn’t help the grin that invaded my face. So, I took the picture. “That’s the one.” I teased before leaning in and kissing her quickly. When we pulled away, I stared at her. Took in every feature of hers. Her eyes, her lips, the way her cheeks pulled up when she smiled. My thoughts were interrupted. 

“You know, when you look at me like that I can tell that you love me,” she stated matter-of-factly. I was stunned into silence, not because she was wrong but because we had never admitted that before and she was right. I was utterly in love with her. 

“Yea... yea I do. I love you, Y/N..” I admitted and smiled widely before setting the camera on the ground. 

“I love you, too, Philly,” she replied and leaned in happily. 

“Yuck! Too much information!” Andy said and covered his ears. 

“Oh hush, you asked. Besides, your mum and I were so in love that we decided to get married and have you.” I reminded the child of ours that was so much like his mother in ways he may never understand. 

“Which came first? The wedding or me?” Andrew asked and tilted his head to the side as he came across some photos of his mum in a beautiful gown and her hair done in a way that she never was able to recreate herself. 

“We got married first. I remember proposing to her on Christmas morning.” I told the little boy who had looked over at me. I already could tell by the eyes that were his mother’s, he wanted more. 

“Phil you really went all out... Thank you for the gifts. I loved them all, really.” she thanked me and hugged me tightly with the scarf that she had just opened tightly gripped in her hand. 

“There’s one more, actually,” I admitted and cleared my throat. This was it. I had gotten permission from her family and this was it. “I hid it behind the Grinch ornament,” I told her as she loosened her grip. 

“No, Philly. No more gifts.” She begged. I knew she felt bad being showered in presents. It was something I loved about her that shone through. Her inability to stop giving was stopping her from realizing that she deserved to receive as well. 

“Yes, love. This is the last one I promise.” And with that she stood up to move the ornament, revealing a small box wrapped in sparkly blue wrapping paper. Dan helped wrap this because, despite the fact that the thought was what mattered when it came to wrapping, I wanted this one to have the presentation. 

“Okay, now open it with care and read the note.” 

She undid the wrapping paper and I took the velvet box from my pajama pants pocket before getting on one knee behind her. With shaky hands, I opened the box revealing a ring that was only half as beautiful as the woman I hoped would accept it. 

“Turn around.” she read. “Now, Phil I don’t get -” and when she saw me on my knee, she made a hideous squealing noise that I loved and threw herself into my arms. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Phil!” She kissed my cheeks and lips repeatedly as tears ran down her face. 

“You made mummy cry?” the toddler asked, horrified.

“No, well I mean- yes. Yes, but they were happy tears.” I clarified. 

“Oh...” 

Yea. Then we got married and that’s what these photos are. That’s your grandad and mummy. And this one is Uncle Martyn, me, mum, and your cousin Julie.” I told him as I pointed to the photos. This day was clear as yesterday in my mind. 

“Then what Daddy?”

“You, actually. It wasn’t quite how we planned it, because we only had an apartment still but we were excited. Your mum was crying all day when we found out.” I recalled. 

“Happy crying, right?” 

“Yes, sweetie. Happy crying.” I confirmed with a sideways smile. 

I flipped to the back of the scrapbook, knowing that there were photos of Andy and his mother back here. 

“And this is you with mum.” I pointed to the photo of the day he was born, all squishy and small in his mother’s tired arms. 

“Wow. She was beautiful even then, daddy.” Andrew said in a whisper as he looked at the photos. 

“I know, son,” I replied, my tone matching his. He flipped a few pages more to just over four years ago of the photos of the family. “Look, it’s Uncle Martyn and your mum at your birthday party handing out the cake,” I said and pointed to the photo of Martyn holding Andrew while Y/N passed cake to the guests. 

“I was so little.” 

“Indeed.” I paused to look over the photos of my beautiful wife and son. Nothing prepared me for the news that we got the day after his first birthday party. She had been sick for weeks, and we were convinced that we had somehow gotten pregnant again, so she went to her doctor while I took Andrew to see my parents. 

I walked through the front door and saw my wife sat on the couch. “I’ll be right out. I’m going to just put Andrew in his bassinet.” I told her before I did exactly that. Once back out to the living room, I sat in front of her and rested my chin on her knees. “So, are we having another baby?” 

Her eyes were dull and it looked like she had been crying. “Philly, I have bad news...” she started before looking into my eyes.

“Oh, love, a baby isn’t bad news-” she cut me off. 

“No... It’s not a baby. I’ve got cancer. I guess I’ve had it a while now because it’s spread all over my body.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to compose herself. “The doctor said I only have weeks.” 

I could feel my heart plummet into my stomach before I felt the tears roll down my face. 

“Please-” she continued. “don’t be sad. You have truly been the best thing to ever happen to me. You gave me love and with that love, we made a beautiful baby boy. I don’t want this to ruin the last few weeks we’ve got together.” she spoke so calmly. It was like she had already come to terms with her sentence. I never would. This woman was the love of my life and I refused to let her last days be filled with sad looks. So, we took the week off and we did everything we could with Andrew. We filled our cameras with photos of us and her. She hated having her photo taken when she was sick, but I wanted to remember her exactly how she was. 

“Daddy...” Andrew seemed as sad as I felt. “I miss her.” 

“Me, too, bud. Me, too.” 

[notaheromusic]

Well another year went by...

Hey everyone, anyone who follows me knows I’m terrible at posting anything on Tumblr so here’s another immensely delayed blog post.

So by the time I post this, it’s either just before midnight on the last day of 2017 or it’s already 2018, either way it doesn’t really matter.

To sum it up, it’s been mind blowing, ever since I graduated from Nottingham in the summer of 2016 life has just been throwing all sorts of experiences at me both good and bad! There were so many good times and a lot of bad ones too though I embrace all of it cos I know I’d rather experience life through its imperfections than to think everything is fine when it really isn’t. Everything has been a journey of self discovery and an endeavour to become better and hopefully inspire others.

The past year hasn’t exactly been easy, I mean mentally, there were so many curve balls and completely unexpected events that at times made me take a good moment to really reflect and reassess everything. I’ve realised more than ever now that I’ve made one of the best decisions of my life by cutting ties with someone, I’ve never felt such freedom in this way. This has also led me to learn that there’re people who I used to always make an effort for and for a very long time not once have they actively reached out willingly, so I decided to make a stand and basically show them I do not want to be expected to do everything anymore. Social interactions should come naturally not forced. So I hope they learn from this and become better cos I know I’m better than this.

I guess as much as there has been negative experiences, I’ve also been fortunate enough to have life offer a few genuinely good ones along the way. I truly appreciate the friends who I’ve made that have stuck by me all this time whether it’s all the way back from High School or even Post Grad. It honestly means a lot to me you still consider I’m worth your time. Thank you. It’s fun to see how our lives play out after being students.

This has also been my first official year working and it’s been great, my year out in 2013 didn’t really count considering I was stuck in a state of limbo, but work-life has been enjoyable especially with the things I get to do and the people who I work with. I suppose I’m quite thankful for everyone who has looked out for me, I seriously appreciate it.

The vacation to California was phenomenal, nothing has quite topped it since and it’s difficult to explain exactly why, it was just breathtaking. This year’s solo trips were fun too!

2017 is probably my new personal best for concerts, so many unforgettable nights including a 10 year anniversary tour from Mayday Parade celebrating their legendary ‘A Lesson in Romantics’! My EP was probably my biggest accomplishment. It was the most honest set of songs I’ve ever written and an insane amount of heart and soul, blood sweat and tears have been put into it. Thank you for the support and for letting me be myself.

Ok I’m gonna end it here, hope you’ve enjoyed reading, have a smashing new year! Here’s to 2018 and beyond!! :) x

[paigewritestrash-blog]

Terrible Things - Kagami Taiga x OC

This is my first post on this account woo! This au was inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade.

Warnings: angst

"By the time I was your age, I'd give anything To fall in love truly, was all I could think That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen." Another usual and exhausting day at practice. Or so I thought, when I saw her walk in with coach. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and it stopped at the middle of her back. Her bright green eyes caught me off guard, and I had to do a double take. She's gorgeous. I feel a sudden pain in my head, and the basketball bounces to the floor. "Kagami-kun, what is your problem?" Kuroko asks. But he follows my gaze to the girl, and sighs. He jabs me in the side. "Go talk to her." I punch him in the side. "No way! Who do you think I am?" I cry out. She's out of my league. The thought of talking to her makes my stomach do flips. I've never been this nervous, not even during basketball games. "I'm too nervous, anyways." I sigh. Kuroko wears a small grin. "That's a shame." I raise a brow. "She's coming over here." Kuroko pats me on the shoulder and smiles. "Good luck." "Oi, Kuroko! Wait-" He walks over to Kiyoshi, leaving me a sweaty mess as the beautiful girl walks over to me, wearing a smile that makes my heart race. "Riko tells me you need help learning how to use your left hand." Her voice is like music to my ears. I can feel my face getting hot. "Um, y-yeah, I do." I scratch the back of my neck nervously. She smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Kagami. I'm Felicity." Her American accent slips through when she says her name. "You're American?" I ask. Felicity nods. "My dad and I moved here in middle school." She picks up a basketball on the ground and spins it on her left hand index finger. "I played a lot of basketball there." She winks. "Thus why I'm going to teach you to use your left hand better." Felicity dribbles the ball and then dribbles it back and forth between each hand. She then turns to face the other half of the court from where we stand, at free throw line. She shoots with her left hand, yet I can't watch the ball. I can't take my eyes off of her. 

"She said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can't help but notice, you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me." Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things."

She looks at me and flashes me a smile. My heart flutters and I feel hot. "Can I tell you a wonderful thing?" She asks. I nod, not sure what to expect. "I can't help but notice the way you're staring... I know I shouldn't say this, but I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me." I think my heart stopped beating completely. My face is burning up and I can't say anything. Felicity simply smiles at me again, her cheeks red too. "It's okay if you are. I don't mind." She winks and runs off to the other side of the court to get the ball she shot. I run my fingers through my hair and heave a sigh. Get it together, you're being too obvious. I'd be lying if I said Felicity isn't a good teacher. She made me play a game of one on one only dribbling with my left hand, which she dominated me at. As she predicted, that made me work harder. By the end of the night, even after everyone had left hours before, she had taught me how to switch hands in the air when I dunk. "You did great today!" Felicity exclaims. "Once you learn something, you perfect it very easily." She takes her hair out of her ponytail and shakes it, her long hair flowing to the waistline of her skirt now. I give her a shy smile. I can't stop staring at her. Every time I look at her and then look away, I want more. I can't help but be entranced by every movement she makes. Every word that comes out of her mouth is beautiful and I have to tell myself to snap out of it before I become a flustered mess. No one has ever made me feel this way... "Thank you." I say. "It helps when I have an amazing teacher, too." Her cheeks get red and she smiles. "Since I worked you pretty hard, what do you think about me buying you dinner?" I smile. "Dinner sounds nice. But you don't have to pay." I can't make her pay for my meal, what kind of gentleman would that make me seem like? I may not be good at romance, but I do know that the guy usually pays for the girl. Or at least that's what I learned watching romantic comedies with Alex. "Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything Too young to notice, and too dumb to care Love was a story that couldn't compare."

After that night, we went on many dates afterwards. After our sixth date, we shared our first kiss, and I determined in that moment, I wanted to marry her. I wasn't one who cared about any of that, but Felicity... I want to call her my wife. And I will one day. We lay on our backs on her roof passing back and forth a bottle of alcohol. She's more of the smoking type, but due to the basketball team's drug tests, I can't. It takes a lot for me to get drunk though, and Felicity is what most would call a lightweight. Although, I don't need to be under the influence of anything to feel good when I'm around her. When she says my name, I feel at peace. "Taiga, what would you do if you won the lottery?" I think hard. "I could eat anything I wanted... And I could have all the shoes I wanted, too." "Shoes and food, that's all you care about?" She laughs. "And you, of course." I say. The longer we date, the more comfortable I get with flirting and being romantic. She moves her head to lay on my chest, and I wrap an arm around her. "If I won the lottery... I'd buy a beautiful house. One with a basketball court, a big, indoor pool..." She trails off. I can hear the smile in her voice. "I'd buy a really nice car. But one I can drive all year around, of course." She stays silent for a minute, thinking. "Oh! And I'd want my house to be fit for children." "Hm, you want kids?" I ask. I've never thought about having children, seeing as I'm only seventeen. I guess girls are different. "I do." She sighs. She doesn't have to be looking at me to tell what I'm thinking. "Don't worry, Taiga." She lets out a small giggle. "I don't want them anytime soon." Her index finger trails up and down my chest lightly. She takes a gulp from the bottle and sits up to straddle my waist, sitting on me. "I love you." Felicity smiles with her words. I know she's drunk, but I guess a drunk mind speaks the sober truth. "Saying it just makes me feel so good. I love you, Kagami Taiga!" She shouts, thrusting both hands in the air. She flops forward and her face is inches from mine. "I. Love. You." She kisses me after every word, and it makes my cheeks turn red. I laugh and swallow hard. I'm slightly buzzed, making this easier to say. "I love you, Felicity." A smile spreads across her face and she hugs me tight. She doesn't let go, she just lays on me with her arms wrapped around me. I don't question it and wrap my arms around her, too. In that moment I hold her as tight as I can. I don't want anything to happen to her. "I said, "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?" Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things You'll learn, one day, I'll hope and I'll pray, That God shows you differently."

It's the fourth quarter of the winter cup championship game. I'm a third year now, and after this, I'll retire from basketball. After high school I'm going off to school in Tokyo with Felicity. She wants to be a teacher, and I want to become a professional basketball player, and the best player in Japan. This game is going to determine my future, and I feel the pressure as the opposing team continues to score on me. My jumps can overpower them, but it's hard when their players won't even let me jump. After walking back onto the floor after a time out, I hear a familiar voice from the silent crowd. "Kick their ass, Taiga! I believe in you!" My girlfriend waves her arms in the air, wearing a giant smile. That easily brings a smile to my face as I give my team mates one last look before taking my place on the court. The thrill of winning the winter cup again is enough to make me overflow with joy. But when I see Felicity running down the halls to congratulate me, I could burst with happiness. I feel the box in my pocket shift as she jumps onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I hug her back with as much force as she uses. "I'm so proud of you! Congratulations!" She smiles wide down at me and gives me a sloppy kiss, grabbing my face in her hands. "That last play you made, oh my God!" She exclaims. I'm not sure why, but when she watches me play it makes her... Excited. I set her down on the floor and intertwine my fingers with hers. "I know just how to celebrate. I'm treating you to dinner, and you can order as much as you want." She smiles up at me, swinging our arms as we walk. "Felicity, you don't have to-" "Taiga, don't argue, okay? You deserve this. Treat yourself." As we walk the box in my pocket keeps nagging at me. I'm so happy in this moment, I don't want to wait... I was going to do this tomorrow, but I can't help myself. I stop walking, causing Felicity to give me a confusing look. "Is something wrong?" "Of course not. Can I tell you a wonderful thing?" I let go of her hand and swallow hard, pulling the box from my pocket. Her face twists into a smile. I hand the box to her, which she stares at. It's wrapped in a bow that took me a tedious amount of time, and tries, to tie perfectly. "This was supposed to be for your birthday tomorrow, but I can't wait." "Taiga..." She whispers. "Open it with care, because I'm asking you, please," I wait for her shaky hands to open the box and reveal the ring inside before I get down on my knee. "You know that I love you so much," I try to speak strongly, but my voice falters with my nerves running wild. "Will you marry me?" She doesn't speak, she just nods rapidly through her tears and pulls me to my feet to hug me so tight air escapes my lungs. My heart still beats rapidly as I put the ring on her finger. "Oh, Taiga. You just made my night- No," She shakes her head. "My... My life! I'm so excited, we don't have to rush a thing. I'm just so happy to wear this! It's beautiful-" She talks a mile a minute, her hands around both of my arms, squeezing me tight. "I love you so much, fiance!" Felicity stands on her tip toes to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me. This moment is one I've only thought of a million times... Being able to say that I'm going to marry this girl, it makes me so happy words can't explain. Tears are welling in my eyes just thinking about this. My life at this moment is perfect, and I couldn't ask for anything better. "She said, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks. Please, don't be sad now, I really believe, You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

It's been about a year and a half since we graduated high school and went off to college. We may have had a change of plans... Instead of going to school, Felicity agreed she would stay home to raise our child. She hasn't been feeling well lately, though, so the three of us bundled up to face the cold winter weather and go to the doctor. I was forced to stay in the waiting room while she got the results. Our son sleeps soundly in carrier, and I lay my head back against the wall. I hope it's nothing serious... That's all I can think about. When the door opens, I shoot my head to look to my wife, so wears a straight face. "Can I tell you a terrible thing?" Her voice is almost a whisper. My heart stops. I don't want her to say anything else, but she does. "It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks... Please don't be sad," She rushes over to me to cup my face in her hands so I look her in the eyes. Her face is blurred with tears that have already formed. It feels like someone dropped a two hundred pound weight on my chest and it's making it hard to breathe. "You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me." I shake my head, biting my lip. "Taiga, it'll be okay..." I shake my head again, sniffling as tears wet my cheeks. I bury my face into her torso, clutching her shirt as I let out muffled cries. "Taiga, please... I love you." Her fingers run through my hair and she rubs my back. "Let's make the most of this month. Do that for me, please?" She asks, her voice shaking as she sniffles. I nod, letting go of her to finally look at her face. I take in everything about it I can. Her beautiful black hair and sad, green eyes that usually twinkle with life. "Of course." I manage. "Let's go home." "So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose If you're given the choice, then I beg you to choose To walk away, walk away, don't let her get you. I can't bear to see the same happen to you. Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things."

I finish my story, sitting across the kitchen table from my son, who's now thirteen years old. He's asked me for years about her, and at first I ignored it, and told him I'd tell him when he got older. "So is mom in Heaven?" He asks with tears in his eyes. It breaks my heart to see him sad, but after years of giving him short answers, I realized there is no better time than now. I want him to know his mother, as I did. Remembering her as she was when we were together, it brings back that hole in my chest I felt the day she told me she was sick. It aches and makes it difficult to breathe. I nod, biting my lip. "She is. And you know where else she is?" I ask. "Where?" "She's in our memories, too." I bite my lip and exhale shakily. "She's watching both of us, and she's always with us. Remember that." He nods and gives me a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to feel sad now, dad. It's just like you said, she's watching both of us. Plus, you always have me. We're a family." His red eyes seem solemn. My sadness has affected him all of these years. I give him a sad smile. "You're right." I sit back in my seat and heave a sigh. "I'll try to be better from now on. For you." The dull ache in my chest isn't as dark and brooding. She's always with us.