#its an unspoken rule to always sit on the same place and i dont want to break it. even though the other day he was like 'sit on the front

[sugaroto]

Tiktok realized I was feeling off with my friend before I did

[jeagerism]

i think im lost again

+ word count : honestly idek, ill take a guess at maybe nearly 700-800?

+ characters : levi ackerman, armin arlert, mentions of eruri and eremin (armin and levi r not shipped fuck out of here)

+ warnings : season 3 attack on titan spoilers, mentions of death, modern!au, levi is basically a dad without being a dad (does that make him a dilf??), angst i suppose

+ summary : erwin was always good at this, levi thinks. people stuck to him like glue.

+ author's note : this is just a personal modern!au headcanon that i ranted to a friend abt and decided to make it full out

in modern aus i see eren as looking up to levi, bc he ooks up to him in the manga in some ways, levi cares abt his wellbeing n shit

well armin, since he was chosen to live over erwin, he'd look up to erwin in a modern au

and when erwin dies in that au bc ofc he has to die, armin is still a teenager.

i like to think that they all lived in the same town as kids, and erwin always looked out for armin since he had no one else other than his friends. 

he basically lets armin live with him when he's not with eren, who also has no family and sort of couch surfs between jean and sasha - sasha's dad loves eren for whatever reason so he stays there a lot, and welcomes armin and mikasa with him - and so erwin and armin r close

and levi is always around, so he sees armin a lot, even if he takes care of eren more - he lets eren stay at is house on nights when he feels like hes overstayed his welcome at sasha’s.

but levi still cares abt armin bc he sees how erwin cares abt armin and levi is in love with the blond facebook dad

but erwin died when armin is like 15, so he still needs someone to look out for him

and erwin asks levi to do that, bc he trusts him and knows levi would take care of him just like he had  

anyways, he asks levi to take care of him and levi does

but armin is a 15 yr old who just lost yet another person who cares abt him 

and even tho hes grateful that levi cares for him, he misses erwin so much. 

he acts out bc of it bc hes a kid going through trauma and its what kids do. he starts acting even worse than eren and eren is a fucking demon spawn

armin and eren share a room, even tho levi had two empty rooms so they could have their own, and eren has stuff in the other room but armin doesn’t like the dark so eren stays there with him.

and levi isn’t really good at taking care of kids in the traditional way. 

he wakes them up every weekday for school by telling them he'll kick their ass if he has to take them himself - but he'll still drive them when it rains or its cold  

he doesnt really know how to cook bc erwin always did that, but his notes app is full of recipes erwin always recommended that were easy to follow bc he was always worried that levi always ate too much cold leftovers from days before and noodles

armin knows hot to cook pretty well bc erwin taught him but he enjoys laughing at levi failing at cooking simple shit - he burned water somehow

but levi still tries so its fine

he tries letting armin know hes welcome, and that he can ask for whatever he needs

he'll leave him lunch money on the counter

and when he notices armins jackets getting a little too short around the wrist he drops a new one by his lap when he sits on the couch

he pulls the blanket all the way to his chin if he falls asleep on the couch.

he'll mention he's going to get a haircut when he notices armin's hair getting longer, and says he can go with him if he wants

but armin still acts so off. 

before erwin was gone, armin always acted happy, even though he never had much, and levi feels guilty knowing he cant do what erwin did for him, but he's doing this for erwin, and knows erwin wouldnt have put armin in his care in the first place if he didn’t trust him

i see taking care of armin as the task that keeps levi going, just like how killing zeke is what keeps him alive in the anime.

both promises he makes to erwin and wont give up on until he’s fulfilled it

but one day armin just disappears. he doesnt come back after school with eren like usual. so he and levi try calling him and get nothing. eren offers to go look for him and levi tells him to stay safe n waits back home to see if armin will show up there

and he does like 5 mins after eren leaves. 

and levi feels his chest just deflate with relief. it was cold outside, and armin was out there alone. 

his cheeks and nose r red from being outside for so long

when levi asks where he's been, it comes out harsher than he meant, but its just bc he was worried, and armin rolls his eyes and asks why it matters

levi tells him its bc he's a kid and doesnt get to just disappear without a trace whenever he wants. levi never minded armin doing whatever he wanted - within regulation - but most times he knew eren was with him, or mikasa, someone who would call him if something happened

and armin says “you're not my father.” and starts taking off his jacket and stuff

“yeah, but i am the person who's taking care of your ass.”

and that seems to make armin a little more ticked off than he already was, bc he turns to levi and says, “well i never asked you to do that.”

to which levi replies without thinking, “no but erwin did”

levi and armin never talk abt erwin, ever.

its like an unspoken rule between them. its not that they arent as comfortable with each other - they arent anyways but - they just dont do that, talk abt how they feel abt erwin, and him being gone

armin looks like hes gonna cry before he just says “well i wish it was erwin that was still here instead of you”

ALMOST AS IF HES SAYING HE WISHED IT WAS LEVI THAT DIED INSTEADDD

and levi is suprised that armin would ever, it hurts a little, and he just nods in agreement and says “me too.”

armin doesnt say anything back to it, he just turns and makes his way to his room, slamming the door behind him

and levi is exhausted. in his head he wonders how erwin had done it - balanced college and a job and a fucking teenager 

but then he remembers that erwin was erwin, and hed always been good at that type of thing

people stuck to him like glue

thats the first night he lets himself admit that he misses him

he feels like he’s failing at the one thing erwin asked of him

when eren shows back up, levi apologizes for not letting him know that armin had came back

but eren just tells him that armin had texted him when he’d arrived - i have a hc that eren and armin were each others first crushes but uhebdbsi

he tells levi that armin had said hed went to the beach

erwin used to take armin to the beach all the time before he died

he’d collect shells with him, and the ones that armin really liked, he’d give them names

he still has one called smith from the last time erwin had taken him to see the ocean

a few weeks go by after that

they never really talked before, but now it seems almost even worse

the silence that they normally exist in feels empty

but everything felt empty without erwin

eren lets levi know where theyre going to be whenever theyre not home, when theyll be home, etc

levi never asked for him to do that, but he does it anyways

levi’s thankful for the near suicidal maniac at that point

even though he always was

he saw a lot of himself in eren, and he sees a lot of himself in armin too

levi and armin never really apologize to each other, but one night when levi’s attempting to cook, armin walks in the kitchen and watches him place things on a pan

“you’re putting them too close together.”

armin steps beside him and tilts his head to the side, as if hes gesturing for levi to move

and he does, letting the younger and taller boy move the prerolled croissants further away from each other on the baking tray

“they never wouldve cooked all the way through like that,” armin tells him

with a scoff, levi mumbles that he sounds like erwin

armin pauses for a second, before sliding the pan in the oven. levi tells him how long the packaging said they went on so that he can set the oven timer

armin sets it for two minutes longer, and levi’s heart aches

erwin did that, too

“i miss him”

it slips out without him meaning for it to

and he thinks he’s ruined armin’s head again, when he’s supposed to be someone this kid can look up to

but he doesnt leave

armin just leans against the oven and nods “me, too”

after that, things arent bad anymore

sure, it takes awhile for them to completely warm up to each other, but they manage

enough that armin sits in on levi’s cooking sessions just to point out what hes doing wrong - something that helps, bc pretty soon levi is learning

he cooks him, armin, and eren an entire meal without burning anything

eren laughs when armin tells him that the man had forgotten to grab an oven mit and had stuck his entire hand in the oven to grab a pan

levi raises his eyebrow when he notices the way armin blushes at eren’s laugh, of all things

and they talk abt erwin more

they have more to say about him that eren, and its just something the two of them share, so they tend to save it for little moments, tiny snippets of things that remind them of the blond

after about a year, things are good

armin asks to have his 17th birthday at the beach, and who would levi be to say no

levi doesnt particularly like the beach, he detests sand, but its for armin, so he’ll do it

its for his kid

him and erwins kid

at the party, he finds a smile coming to his face when he sees armin actually laughing and having fun

kid had been through too much hell at 17, so he deserved to be happy, even if it was only for a few moments

on their way home that evening, eren and armin passed out from a day of swimming and running on the beach - levi made the both of them bring extra towels to save his car seats from salt water and sand

eren’s head is on armin’s shoulder, and the blond’s is resting atop eren’s head

when they get home, the two of them trudge towards their room, but armin turns and holds his closed fist out to levi

with a raised eyebrow, levi holds his hand out and lets armin drop something into his hand, before the boy pivots and continues his shuffle to his and eren’s shared room

levi glances down at the object in his hand

its a shell

armin names it erwin

[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i know its been a while and im sorry, uni is really hard and all im really asking is that you give me the same support that you give other writers when they dont post regularly or they post sporadically like i am iright now. quite frankly i don’t think i’ve been getting that but anyways. heres this. enjoy.

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, uh me not knowing what to write in the first half, uh i wrote most of this while i was drunk so sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

“Lilith put some new stuff in your wardrobe I believe, why don’t you look through those?” Harry asks as you round the corner down the hall that leads to your bedroom, you were starting to get to know your way around better. You’d just told him about Harrison asking you to dinner and inquired about what to wear. Truthfully, he was the best friend you had down here. Harry had smirked when you told him about Harrison’s proposition, clearly, he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t pester about it.

“Well, that was the plan, look through what I have. I’ll figure something out hopefully” You push open the door to your room and Harry follows you in, sitting down in the velvet upholstered chair in front of the vanity in your room and spinning it so it faces you and the wardrobe you search through.

“You know I'm not much help with this, right? I’m not the best at this sort of stuff. I’ve got about seven of the same shirt and pants in my closet and that’s because Harrison chose them for me then I just stuck with it.” Harry lounges back in the chair, tapping his fingers along the arm.

“Yeah but you have eyes. You can tell me if something’s okay or not.” You continue to search through, stopping at a dress that looks eerily similar to the one Iezebel wore the one time you met her. You run the fabric between your fingers before moving on. That just felt wrong to you. You stop at a red one, not a deep burgundy red, a vibrant red, and pull it out, looking at it momentarily before turning it around to show Harry who only shrugs and tells you to try it.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom off of your room. You feel out of place. Like you stand out too much. As if that’s not how you’ve felt this entire time. The dress stops a little lower than your mid-thigh and hugs your waist in a way that you love. Stepping out of the bathroom finally, Harry’s attention moves from lighting and extinguishing the oil lamp on your vanity and onto you where his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think you have to look much longer, that was easy,” Harry says and you shake your head, a tight smile on your lips. “I’m serious. If it’s that easy every time then I’m glad to help, or maybe I’m just way better at this than I thought” That time you laugh out loud.

“You did absolutely nothing but waste my lamp, don’t flatter yourself Harry” You laugh from the bathroom as you change back into your plain black clothing you were in before. You still don’t know how you feel about the black clothing. It suits you, it suits everyone really, but it doesn’t feel the same as the white. There’s something more comforting about it, it feels lighter. There aren’t a million rules attached to the colour. You don’t have to upkeep some unspoken oath to wear it.

“I have to get going, Haz wants me,” he says as he stands up, making his way over to you.

“What? How do you know?” You question, brows furrowed in confusion, so much so that the rest of your face scrunches up with it.

“I just know, weird things happen in hell, darling,” He says with a chuckle before continuing what he was going to say before. “Try not to stress too much about tonight. He’s not mean, not going to hurt you or anything. He’s just as nervous as you are, trust me.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Try to have fun, it’ll make things easier”

--

Harrison watches as the small wood post erupts into flames, staring at it as the ash crumbles down and falls onto the floor, the orange edges fading to black. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even hear the door open.

“Not bad. How long that’d take you?” Harrison knows it’s Tom before he turns around but he still does, only to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, face illuminated by the flickering orange of the disintegrating post. Harrison glances back at the post, deciding to let it burn out on its own before turning back to Tom and walking towards him.

“Not long, couple seconds of focus” Harrison opens the door and holds it for Tom who pushes himself off the wall and heads out the door, letting Harrison follow him.

“Really? You’re doing better” Harrison replies with a hum as the door clicks shut behind him, Tom continues, “I could do that when we were ten years old”

“Haha, very funny” Harrison replies dryly to Tom’s comments, hoping he hides hurt from the nerve Tom hit. “Was there something you needed?”

“Just coming to tell you that I’m heading to Earth soon to look for Lucius”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“If it takes any longer than a couple days I’ll let you know” Harrison nods and the two are left in silence momentarily. “So when were you going to tell me about the date with the angel you’ve got?”

“It’s not a date. Were just having dinner”

“Okay but normally ‘just dinner’ between two people who are attracted to each other isn’t just dinner”

“You think she’s attracted to me?”

“Her and everyone else in Hell” Harrison feels his cheeks heat up at the thought. “I think it’s a bad idea but nothing I’ve ever said has ever stopped you from doing anything so try to have fun I guess? Oh and wear the red suit with the weird pattern thing and the two different shades of red” Tom gestures in vague shapes across his chest, trying to demonstrate what he was thinking, only making Harrison laugh. Tom stops and deadpans at Harrison.

“No, please keep going,” Harrison says with a laugh.

“Oh shut up, you know what one I mean. Div” Tom rolled his eyes when Harrison only laughed more. “Okay, I’m going to go save a kid or something like that.”

“You go do that. Don’t hurt yourself” Toms already walking down the hall, only responding with a shake of his head.

Tom was right. Harrison did know what suit he was talking about. He buttons up the cuff and looks in the mirror. Admittedly he looked good, or at least he felt like he did. He’d only ever worn this one a few times before but it looked nice. Harrison runs his hand over his rib and down the jacket, feeling the change in texture from the different fabrics. He takes in one deep breath and exhales before going to the dining hall to make sure it was alright before you arrived.

By the time that you had gotten there, Harrison had made sure that the overly large table, the table he never even used for that matter, was gone and replaced with a smaller circular one. Although it made the room seem ginormous and empty, he figured it was better than two people sitting at a table meant to seat forty.

Dinner went well. He thought so. You did too. You told him about Heaven, life with someone powerful as your father, not that he didn’t know what it was like, the two of you compared shitty experiences. He told you stories of him and Tom as children and all the stupid things they did and only sometimes got caught for. He had you laughing so hard that wine nearly came out of your nose, and you had his heart fluttering with every giggle or smile that left your lips. Nevertheless, the stories left you with a small feeling of secondhand dread. What had happened that made them stop being friends?

The two of you wandered the garden behind the castle for a while, neither of you want the date to end. You admired the leaves on the bushes that were maybe only six inches shorter than you, the ones scattered with pretty flowers, while Harrison admired you doing so, never having seen something so beautiful as you. Especially when you seem happy. The small smile on your lips was one he hoped to burn into his mind for eternity, he never wants to forget what you look like right now, eyes bright and endless. Granted, you didn’t see him watching you.

“I didn’t know Hell had anything so beautiful” Your voice was sweet and soft, Harrison wants to hear it over and over for the rest of his life. He’s certain that anything you say would sound like a symphony, beautifully in sync and perfectly harmonized. If you think this is beautiful, you should see yourself, he thinks.

“This garden was probably the only good thing my father ever did. He created it for my mother, an attempt to woo her into marrying him really. She always told me that she would have anyways” He says and you turn around to face him, the smile that you have creates a similar one on his.

“It is gorgeous” is all you say after, continuing to take steps along the garden path.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” He says as polite as he can.

“Of course” You respond shaking your head gently, your brows furrow for a fraction of a second, wondering why he’d ask to ask you a question.

“Why did you fall? What did you do?” He asks, genuinely curious. Of course, he’d gotten an answer from you earlier, now he was hoping for something more concrete, something about you is hidden in that answer and he wants to find it.

“I did it on purpose,” You say hesitantly, “Seven sins. It’ll get you down to hell faster than you can say it” You chuckle.

“You’ve told me that but why?” He asks further. You stare at the grown, your feet stepping along the soft dirt in the pathway through the bushes.

“When I was little,” You start, “my mother and I were very close. My whole family was. We all looked out for each other, I tried my best but I was too young at the time to really understand life. I have this vivid memory of my mother and I going into the Great Hall to see my father. That’s what I thought was happening at least. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go see him after work and for us all to go home together”

“Sounds lovely, really” He interjects when you pause.

“It was. It really was. But this time my father picks me up and mother kisses my cheek and there are tears in her eyes. She goes into this one room and my father and I aren’t allowed in. She tells me she loves me and the door shuts behind her. And that was the last time I saw her” You end the story and rub at your eyes. Harrison doesn’t really know how to react, so he stands there, mouth agape momentarily.

“I asked what happened to her when I was older. My dad said she was banished here but never gave me a reason. Never told me what she did” You look up at Harrison and he can see the tears in your eyes, the way they’ve been glossed over with tears, glassy and about to spill over. He moves before he can stop himself, his hands coming to rest against your cheek, his thumb ready to wipe away anything that might start to roll down. He can’t help but notice the way that you lean into his touch as your cheeks start to heat up, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. It hurts but he knows that he has to say this.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in well over million years until you” He hopes you ignore the way his voice cracked and put the pieces together on your own so he doesn’t have to explicitly say that she’s not here. So he doesn’t have to tell you that you fell for nothing. You start nodding, his hand finally falling from your cheek. “I’m sorry”

“I know. It’s okay, don’t worry” You wipe your eyes and continue through the garden, exiting the tall bushes and finding the flowers which seem to cheer you up somewhat. You squat down to look at some pink camellias, admiring them, Harrison can’t help but to notice the red spots on your back, right where your wings would be.

“Does that hurt?” He asks and you stand up.

“Hm? Oh only a little bit”

“Here, let me help,” He says and you turn around, pulling your hair over one shoulder to grant him access to your back. He presses his thumbs into the red spots, causing them to ache for a second before the pain starts to go away. Harrison stops sooner than you would’ve liked him too, his hands falling from your shoulder blades as he comes to stand in front of you. “Better?” he asks, and you nod, giving him a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you’

“Of course, it’s from your wings growing back, but it shouldn’t last long” He explains and you give him another small nod. The two of you stand there for a moment, your eyes wander the rest of the garden, still in shock of how beautiful it is. Movement from Harrison in your peripherals catches your attention, he’s leaning down and pulling off a flower from the camellias you had just been looking at earlier, he breaks it off from near the ground, leaving minimal blank space in the other flowers and then breaks off the much too long length of stem to something smaller and more manageable as he stands.

“May I?” He asks and raises the flower to accompany the question and you nod with a smile. His empty hand brushes your hair behind your ear before he passes the flower into that hand and places it behind your ear, holding back your hair. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the action. “You really do look stunning Y/N, I’m not sure how clear I made that earlier”

“You made that very clear at dinner, don’t worry” You chuckle and his hand slips down to your cheek once again.

“Well, then this is me reminding you” He smiles, its toothy and adorable and you swear your heart melts right there. You don’t notice how much either of you had been leaning towards the other until you can feel his breath warm against your skin, sending chills down your spine

“Thank you” Your lips brush against his when you speak, teasing at more. It sends a spark across Harrison’s lip that he’s dying to feel again.

Harrison caves. He tilts your jaw up and pressed his lips against yours, the sparks come back, flurrying through every nerve in his body. He’s got both hands on your cheeks now as if he needs to feel that this is real, like if he lets go you’ll be gone, slipped through his fingers. Your hands come to rest where his collar bones meet his shoulders and soon enough they slide up, across the fabric of his dress shirt, his suit jacket still on the back of his chair in the dining room, and your hands clasped together behind his head, pulling him impossibly closer. If you could live in this moment forever you would, but the two of you are starting to run out of air, there isn’t even time to open your eyes before your lips are back on his after the momentary breath. You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you smile too until the two of you are giggling so much that you can’t even focus on kissing the other. Your foreheads rest together as you catch your breath, Harrison is the first to speak.

“Fuck” is all he says, making both of you laugh. You’d let him kiss you until you were black and blue. He continues; “Where have you been all my life"  

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[quitetommy]

sickness and health- even before the big day

so like the ending is trash because i didnt know how to end it and i didnt wanna make it into a series but hope you enjoy!!!! this is doctor!tom!!! so im warning yall that this is all about injury and its loosly based off greys anatomy so if you cant watch that then you probably shouldnt read this but anyways- enjoy

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Tom’s days were long, they went from early mornings until late into the night, when the sun was no longer apart of the equation. Usually, the young doctor’s life was hectic and he could be found running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but today was different. 

Today, Tom found himself sitting back and chilling (for the lack of a better word) with his mates. He knew the unspoken rule of never saying that it was quiet because then all hell would break loose, and to be completely candid, he was perfectly fine with how his day was going, especially for the fact that in 10 short minutes he would be walking outside to join his fiancee. The two hadn’t had a date night in awhile, due to Tom’s crazy schedule, and they were more than happy to take his free night and spend some time together. 

Breaking him from his thoughts, Tom’s buddy, Harrison spoke up, “Hey mate, what’s Y/N got planned for you tonight?”

Tom felt his thin lips stretch into a wide smile, showing off his teeth. “Not sure. She did say something about going to buy groceries for my favorite. We’ll probably just have a night in, which we both are-”

The curly headed boy was cut off when a shout was heard through the small ER. Both Tom’s and Haz’s heads snapped to the man running in. He was covered in blood and he looked beyond scared, he was carrying an almost unconscious girl. And from where Tom and his mate were standing, they couldn’t tell that it was his beloved Y/N. 

“Please, someone help!” His shouts of panic put the two boys into action, Tom sprinting to the man and woman and Harrison running to grab a gurney. Tom had snatched a pair of blue gloves off the counter as he ran over and was now snapping them onto his hands. “Okay sir, everything is going to be alright. Can you tell me what happened?” 

Harrison was now back with the gurney and Tom was taking the injured woman from the man’s arms, still looking at the stranger, he asked again, happy that he answered. 

“I-I don’t know. Some guy-! Think it was a robbery! She wouldn’t give ‘im anything, so he just started beatin’ her and then took off with her wallet.” Tom nodded along to his story, ready to ask the man if he was hurt himself but then his friend called his name, fearfully. 

Turning around, the handsome doctor lost his breath. He felt like he had been punched in the chest. Now that her hair was moved from her face and she wasn’t hunched over in a stranger’s arms, he was able to see who the young girl was- his girl. 

She was staring up at Harrison with wide eyes, she hadn’t seemed to recognize where she was or who she was looking around for someone, probably Tom, and was crying out. It looked like she was having trouble opening her mouth and Tom felt his heart break into two. And with a heavy heart, he yelled out, “We need some help over here, now!!”

Getting Y/N onto the backboard was easy, so was getting the neck brace on her. The hard part was keeping her still- that and keeping Tom at arms length. All of the doctors, even though they were friends, were continuously yelling at him to stay back. He refused, that was his girl, he wasn’t going to just not help her. She would move mountains if she could help him the same way that he was helping her. 

Everyone was talking at once and Tom felt like his brain and throat were being squeezed in a vice. He heard someone say, “Send blood for a crossmatch.” Haz, maybe?

He heard another person say, “Belly is soft!”

And another, “Bruising on the left chest.” Tom was breathing heavily as he watched his girl frantically look around the room. She was still crying, her mouth still clenched shut. “Pulse is down to 88, I’ve got a line going in now.” 

Tom heard the doctor curse loudly, “Her vein is collapsed. I can’t get it in.”

Another doctor answered, “Try a central line.” The doctors working on his pretty girl were talking nonstop and listing off her injuries and with every word, Tom felt his heart break a little more. Leaning over his girl, but staying out of the way of the working doctors, he said, “You’re gonna be just fine. You’re gonna be fine, alright?” 

More doctors rushed in, each working on their part of the body, and he blocked out all the things they were saying. Tom was grateful that he worked at such a good hospital, that his girl had the best team. The vice around his throat clamped shut when they decided to move Y/N. Her screams were loud and full of obvious pain as they worked on her- moving the poor girl to her side, putting in tubes, cleaning up her wounds, setting bones. With every single thing they did, Tom felt like his heart was going through a meat blender. He couldn’t stand it. 

One of the doctors- a neurosurgeon- asked, “Y/N, honey, I’m gonna need you to move your fingers for me. Can you do that?” When nothing happened, the room seemed to stop, and she asked again, “or- or your toes.” Nothing. It was like she hadn’t even heard the critical request. Tom felt his heart stop when the thought crossed his mind- she couldn’t hear. 

She couldn’t hear anything. 

The brain know-it-all stated this time- no question in her voice. She was demanding. “Come on. Just come on. Wiggle something.” Tom shook his head as he lifted up a heavy hand and snapped next to her ear, and then reached across and did the same to the other. And when nothing happened, when she didn’t respond and just kept on groaning in pain, he said, “Guys.”

When none of the doctors stopped to listen, he said, louder this time, “Guys, I don’t think she can hear us!”

“What?”

“What? Are you sure?” All of the doctors paused their work for a fraction of a second. The heavy hearted boy grabbed a light and started to look in her ears, calling out her name. He was hoping he was wrong, but unfortunately, he was right. There was obvious damage to her eardrums. “She can’t hear anything we’re saying.”

Then everything took a turn for the worst and Tom felt like he was going to throw up. Hsi heart was in his stomach and he was on the verge of a panic attack. The machines that were hooked up to his pretty lady started beeping in wild succession. A doctor concluded, “We are gonna have to intubate.”

Another well trusted man said, “her jaw is locked. There’s no way!”

The head of plastics said, “If I can reduce the swelling, you can get one in.” he paused and looked at Tom, then back to the injured friend, “I’m gonna have to pop her jaw.”

Tom was in hysterics. “No way!”

“I have to! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but I’m sorry, I have to.” And before he knew what was happening, he was being held back as he watched in pure agony. He watched as the doctor placed his thumbs in her mouth as best he could and as Tom fought against his friend that held him to the wall he shut his eyes, not wanting to see her in any more pain. Perhaps that was worse, though, because he could still hear the loud yell of pain that his pretty girl let out and Tom felt nothing but anger. Anger because his girl was hurt and anger because he couldn’t do anything to help her. He was just beyond angry. 

It was only hours later when Tom let himself be in the same room as her. When he finally stepped foot in her private suite he forgot how to breathe again. She looked horrible. She had bruising around her eye, it turning shades of purple and yellow. Her jaw was wired shut and she had a feeding tube going up her nose as well as a bandage wrapped around her whole head. Tom felt his heart drop to his stomach, he spoke, eyes down, “Hey, love.”

With no answer, he looked up to find Y/N looking at him with curious eyes. “Can you hear me?” She stared still, so he sighed and pointed to his ear and she shook her head. The lovesick boy felt his heart drop even further, if that was even possible. Realistically, he knew her hearing would come back and that the bruising would fade and that she would get better, but he was still feeling like he would always remember the feeling of seeing her so hurt. So broken. So defeat. 

He couldn’t bear it. He wouldn’t. So for now he pulled over a chair and held her hand, comforting her without words, comforting her with all his love. Because that was his job as her future husband.

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[roguestarsailor]

i went to two house parties today and uhh only in the last one is where i actually talked about politics and the guy DID NOT like that. i feel bad for making a few folks in the room feel uncomfortable (to the point where they physically moved away) but i can’t help it!!!!! i truly think what hes saying is bullshit and he might actually be committing fraud i think i should report it?? but ive always used the unspoken rule of not reporting things and like not blowing things out of proportion.

it started because idk why he popped into our circle where we were discussing DATING and ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS to ask if we were going to vote in the elections on Tuesday. A few wanted to talk about the billions of props that are being proposed on  the ballot this year but the guy ended up talking about affirmative action. the thing is that its a us supreme court decision, also he is canadian and whole heartedly identifies as chinese and when asked if hes register to vote in this state he said they dont check that. and i was annoyed with that but i got angry and just asked him point blank questions about  why its so important for him to participate in OUR election that DOESNT effect him in the slightest (not mention what he is saying is ILLEGAL and a point of tension in our current political climate). he says he has “brothers and sisters” in the US and he will make sure they get rid of race based admissions for colleges.

he tried to tell us facts but people  started looking  up their phones and says hes wrong and hes like no trust me. its there and everyone’s like ...literally google says no... but he was so insistent. i was quite annoyed and was just like you think race is the biggest deciding factor in school adminissions?? and pointed out  how long our applications are -- gpa, test scores, essays, extracurriculars, etc and also admission officers are looking at it wholistically and they are creating a culture too so it makes sense. esp since these are private entities so they can technically do whatever. but  anyways i said that the application process is already a lot that race wouldn’t be placed high on the list and he just left. like he just left the group and hung out with another group of people.  and everyone was like SHRUG. the other ppl returned to the group and we just talked about something  else.

i felt like i made a good point and it really punched the hole into his arguments but it did not sit right with me that he’s trying to illegally vote... theres a 50/50 chance he can be turned away or he can get away with it because of how he looks and maybe acts. election officials are nice and want to make sure everyone can vote. he’s abusing this system or at least what he’s proposing and alluding to is abusing the system and i hate him for that. for a stupid reason also. i dont feel as hot headed about politics anymore. i think im just really tired and i think theres so much at play on how tech and the circles you  run in shapes  your politics.

the first house party i went to, my roommate briefed me on the fact that these people are wealthy and they have another idea about politics. i didn’t say much of anything while with them and just let them chatter away on what they think. i dont think i really want to know what they think about anything at all and it’s like they live in a completely different reality so they can’t hold the same perspectives i hold so i’ve just backed off from that.

i’ve been taking that route for the most part. this is the first time i really confronted the guy and said what i needed to say. i think i won because he just abruptly left. i think i made a good point and he refuse to acknowledge it. i also dont like him -- like i absolutely will not associate with him ever again. which is probably why i stopped asking and talking about politics now. i think in this city, everyone is wealthly and wants to be wealthy and wanted to take advantage of it when they can. i think its a lot of fluff and most are full of shit. pride and pro abortions and all but they are all veryy rich and have very privileged backgrounds and i hardly think they participate nor think about how the city at large functions which is why i dont want to talk to them about it and i really dont want to know too much because i will always have a sour taste with them.

[iamtaekooked]

Vanilla Rules || Ch 6 || pjm

Genre: Enemies to lovers! au, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 3.1 k

SYNOPSIS:

The sudden insistence by Yoongi for you to interview Jimin for the basketball game leads to a conversation that forced both of you to throw out your feelings of dislike out in the open. In particular for you it becomes an eye opener of who he really is. Will you still be able to hate him as much after this?

A/N: Here is Ch 6!! This one gets a bit heavy with all the equality and feminism crap I throw in there but its only my opinion so don’t send me hate for it. If you disagree with what I’ve said then I am up for discussing it only if you're not rude about it.  I hope you guys enjoy reading 

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 ||  Ch 7 || Ch 8 || Ch 9 || 

“Hold on. Why do I have to interview him?” You slammed your hands on the table as you stood up, glaring at each person around the table until all of their eyes refused to meet yours. If it was possible to measure the amount of anger that was coursing through your veins you were sure it would manifest itself as steam bellowing out through your ears.

“ He is your boyfriend isn’t he?” Yoongi piped up, looking at you with a bored expression.

“ WHAT? No he isn’t. You should know that better than everyone!”

He scoffed. “We need this interview y/n. He is the captain of the basketball team and we just won the annual tournament on its 10th anniversary . Out of everyone here you are probably the closest person to him”

“Are you serious Yoongi? Are you forgetting he is sort of your best friend”

“Which is exactly why I cant do it. Conflict of interest. I might be too subjective in my portrayal but I know you won’t” he clicked his tongue as his eyes reverted back to the page in front of him. He was intention steering the meeting ahead but you wouldn’t sit quietly.

Drawing in a deep breath through clenched teeth you spoke up once more. “I am not doing it. Its not my job anyway”

You sat back down, angry flipping the page in front of you.

“Do I need to remind you that as the president of the student union I can oust you from your position? I don’t want to do it because you are one of the most efficient members here but…” he trailed off. Your nostrils flared at the unfairness of the situation but the college student union was something you needed to maintain your scholarship. You didn’t have much room to refuse. The both of you glared daggers at each other and you could sense the other member’s eyes travelling between the two of you.

The tense atmosphere wasn’t of much help in alleviating the building anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

“We are the student union Yoongi, not the college magazine. This should be their job. Not ours”

“I know. But this time the responsibility falls onto us because the president of the magazine club Ae Rim refuses to do it because they have to focus on the debate team since they won the state championship. So that leaves us” You hung your head low in disbelief at how shitty your situation could get. You really didn’t want to do it and if you had to tell him about the bathroom incident you would.

“Can we please talk outside for a moment Yoongi. Its important and it’s totally relevant to all this”

He looked at you for a moment before nodding his head and instructing everyone to start brainstorming ideas for the upcoming interview. He followed you out and shut the door behind him, shoving his hands in his pocket. He looked at you and waited for you to say something.

“Okay look. Something very awkward happened which adds on to my list of reasons for refusing to do this” you paused, closing your eyes and sighing out before continuing. “I caught him in the girl’s washroom and he was…” you trailed off looking at him hoping he would get the hint. But when his face screwed up in confusion you covered your face with your hands in frustration.

“Can’t you figure it out? Am I seriously going to have to say it out loud?” groaning you stood on your tiptoes before putting mouth close to this ear.

“I caught him doing… the thing with one of the girl’s in the fucking bathroom” you whispered.

Stepping away from him your eyes refused to meet his due to the awkwardness you were feeling.  You shifted on your feet uncomfortably partly because you could feel Yoongi looking at you and partly because you were reminded of the gross scene again. The response you were met with wasn’t something you were expecting. Looking in his direction you found Yoongi laughing silently, hand covering his mouth.

“In what world is this funny? Thats disgusting. Why the hell would he do that at college? I mean seriously Yoongi if he really is horny he should go to his own damn house and take care of his shit. Not at college” you finished

“I know.. I know but are you even surprised.? Jimin has always been like this”

He did have a point. Jimin had always been this way and you didn’t understand why he treated women like objects. He had always used women for his own pleasure and then thrown them out of his life like people throw out garbage.

“ Thats perverse you know. The kinds of things he does. Why don’t you stop him? He clearly respects you a lot. I am sure he would listen to you”

“I know. But he’ll learn himself one day. Or maybe you can help him learn the right way. Or don’t. I dont care y/n as long as you get me this interview”

Your eyes were blurring and losing sight of the words you were trying to ink down on the paper. Being forced to create questions for an interview you definitely didn’t want to do was draining to say the least. You couldn’t come up with a single question related to basketball because neither did the sport interest you, nor the meaningless questions you were meant to ask him. Instead your mind wandered about with unspoken questions about Jimin that no one but him could answer.

If you were being honest, in all your years of hatred for the boy you had come to feel something akin to pity towards him because of the hollow life he lived. The way in which he refused to let anyone close to him, to see the person behind the rude and arrogant persona had begun to intrigue you. He wasn’t the bad boy you wanted to fix rather he was someone who reminded you so much of a lost child that at times you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

That however didn’t excuse his actions. No matter how much you tried to resist giving into his attention antics he always knew how to provoke you. He knew how to push your buttons and aggravate you.

You shifted in the uncomfortable chair and looked around the silent library, eyes widening at the dark sky outside the window. “Shit….” you muttered under your breath as you sloppily gathered your belongings in your arms. Running as best you could with your writing supplies and notebooks threatening to fall from your safe hold, you managed to make it outside the library. Your heart sunk as you saw the darkened hallways.

Rummaging for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, the ground beneath you gave out as the screen in front of you displayed 11 pm. The campus was probably closed since you couldn’t see any sign of a single person around you.

You legs gave out and you fell onto the floor. The thought of possibly having to spend the night at the campus is something that sent shivers down your spine. You had always hated the dark and never could adjust well with isolated places. It was creepy and chilling. All of a sudden Taehyung flashed in your head and you remembered you could always give him a call.

Dropping all your stuff to the side you quickly dialled his number, timidly putting the phone to your ear. With each ring of the line your heart raced faster. You tried and tried but he never picked up the phone. Sighing in defeat you put your phone away shifting back to rest against the wall.

After taking a short rest you decided it was best to try the back exit of the college. Maybe just maybe someone forgot to close the door. Gathering your supplies again but this time in an organized manner you began your descent down the stairs of the second floor. At the end of the hallway you could see light peeking through a window and illuminating the dark corner. Maybe someone was in the gymnasium. As you progressed through the dark hall you couldn’t help but feel a chill settling in your body. It was the feeling one felt in darkness as if something was lurking in the shadows ready to attack. Your steps hastened and soon you broke into a run, skidding to a halt in front of the gym.

The door was wide-open and music was drifting through the silent corner of the hallway. You peeked your head through and saw a hooded figure shooting hoops at the opposite end. You stepped in cautiously trying not to alert the stranger of your arrival. As you moved closer you could figure out who it was. You had known him long enough to know it was Jimin. His somewhat short stature and lean build was alluded to by the black hoodie hugging his biceps, and  the rings on his fingers were enough confirmation of the same.

Turning off the speakers placed on the bleacher , you proceeded towards him. He whipped around to inspect why the music had turned off but stopped short when he saw you.

“ We have got to stop getting ourselves into such situations”

“Yea tell me about it” You said while taking a seat on the bleachers, taking out your notebook.

“ Why are you here?” he turned back around and resumed shooting hoops, while you watched as he took one shot after and another never missing the net. No wonder he was the talk of the campus and everyone wanted his interview.

“That would also be your fault”

Jimin’s hand stopped mid air as he was about to shoot again. He turned around looking at you questioningly.

“ Yoongi wants me to an interview with you. Winning the game and all at the 10th anniversary of the tournament and shit. So I sat in the library to think of what questions to ask but lost track of time” you replied matter of factly.

“ I don’t really care for an interview. That too with you”

“Ditto. But he doesnt want to do it because he thinks he will too subjective. I would too, worse than him actually”

“Doesn’t surprise me y/n” he turned back once more and continued with his practice.

You sat silently for a moment staring at the blank notebook in front of you, with no relevant questions to ask.

“What are you doing here at this time?” “Coach lets me stay sometimes so that I can practice” he didn’t look back at you, concentrating solely on making each basket count.

You didn’t know how to reply and carry on the mundane conversation. So you settled for watching him practice his throws and inwardly admired his talent for the sport. He was cocky enough as is, so letting him hear of his praise from you wouldn’t be such a good idea. After a while he stopped , gathered all the balls and placed them in the rack. You could see the beads of sweat running down his forehead and cheeks.

You sat there for a few seconds watching Jimin as he squatted down to rummage through his duffel bag for his water bottle. You gulp as it gives you the perfect view of his ass. Feeling bothered by the tingling feeling rising to your stomach you quickly look away and clear your throat.

He took a seat next to you, wiping his sweat laced face and forehead with the towel, which he then placed on his shoulder. If you didn’t dislike him so much, you might have acknowledged his good looks.

“ You’re staring at me” he said monotonously taking another swig of water, a small smile crossing his lips.

“ Why do you always have to ruin any remotely normal conversation between us by being an ass?”

“ You answered your own question. I am an ass thats why”

“ I seriously hate you” you mumbled under your breath

“ Likewise y/n and its more fun this way” he wiggles his eyebrows throwing a smile your way.

“ What have I ever done to you? I have legitimate reasons to hate you but I have never given you a reason to be an ass towards me”

“ True. You’ve never really given me a valid reason to hate you but I am just so used to this relationship between us I can’t give up being a jerk to you. But why do you hate me so much?” he chuckled

“ There’s too many reason but off the top of my head you treat women disgustingly and objectify them. You use them for sex and throw them away. Typical fuckboy behaviour. Its gross how you degrade women in that way Jimin. You don’t care about their feelings”

“ But have you ever stopped to consider that its give and take?”

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“ Think about it. I cant have sex by myself. These women agree to it. They know it won’t go anywhere and that its all about pleasure. I give them what they need and they give me what I need. I am not forcing them to fuck me and vice versa”

He did have a point and you had never thought to perceive the situation from that perspective. You had always faulted him for being so misogynistic but never stopped to consider women allowed that to happen to themselves.

“ Why is it always that men get blamed and labeled as fuckboys? If you really think about it they are using me for my body too. Isn’t that sexual objectification y/n? What kind of equality is that?”

“Yes it is but its different. You men have the freedom to act in this way and escape judgement but women get judged all the time. Think about it if a girl gets pregnant, the guy doesn’t get the blame. Everyone point’s fingers at the girl as if she somehow managed to pregnant by herself!”

“Okay fair enough. But haven’t you made all these assumptions about me and judged me all these years without actually thinking about how I get used by these girl? Do you know how many times I have gotten booty calls because they just want a good fuck even after they are in ‘committed’ relationships?!” Jimin paused to catch his breath.

You opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t know how to reply. You did see his point and you needed time to process it.

“ I get that but why do you even have to do this shit? Why can’t you just be a normal person and not to do this stuff?”

“ That’s my personal choice and it shouldn’t make me a bad person when girls you blame me of objectifying are quick to fall into the trap themselves. You girls get so defensive about your own feminism and equality that you disregard prejudices men have to go through. Tell me y/n am I not in a way being objectified too?!! Are these women not using me for my body too? Where does that leave equality?”

“ Its not as simple as you claim Jimin. The way in you get objectified isn’t at the same level as women”

“How? I am being used for my body too!”

“Yes you are, but your worth isn’t just defined by your body. For a woman it is. As women we are taught our worth lies in how beautiful we look, and not in how good we are as a person. That our worth is only amounts to the male attention we receive and how much sexual desirability we can create in men. We only amount of the sum of our body parts. That’s how our worth as people as human beings has been defined for centuries. So when you fuck these women you enforce this idea because to you these women are only sum of their body parts, she isn’t a person. Men don’t get objectified that way because your worth simply isn’t defined by your sexual appeal”

The both of you are red in the face from all the shouting you had to do. Jimin shook his head at you.

“ I know but don’t judge me for it when I get objectified too even if its not in the same way it would be for a woman and not to the same extent. You can’t refute that I get used too”

Your face flushed red even more because you knew he was right. He was used too at the end of the day, even if it wasn’t at the same level contextually. You had never taken Jimin to be so well spoken with intellectual thoughts. He could hold his own when it came to social issues.

“I didn’t know you were smart Jimin” you chuckle slightly, immediately regretting how normal and friendly it sounded.

“ You don’t know anything about me y/n. Just because I do all this doesn’t make me a bad person. Just like women are more than their bodies, I am much more than my actions”

You were beginning to realize your blind prejudices against him. It still didn’t excuse all the stupid stuff he did but at the very least you could look at him from a different perspective than that of a perpetrator. He was a victim too in a way, and you felt slightly guilty for always being quick to spring all the blame on his character.

“ Sorry for always judging you. I see your point but I still hate you. I haven’t forgotten all the shit you’ve done to me and that has nothing to do with this societal crap”

Jimin only gave a small laugh in response before getting up and picking up a basket ball again. He stood in front of you securely having placed the ball under his armpit.

“I don’t know about you but my brain definitely hurts from all of this smart ass conversation. I need a break. Wanna play?”

You pointed to yourself in question. He nodded his head. You pondered his offer for a few minutes.

“ I guess we can forget our enmity for one night” you snatched the ball from under his arm pit and took a shot, successfully making it in the basket.

“ You’re good” he nodded his head in acknowledgment of your skill

“ Don’t go easy on me just because I am a girl”

“ Trust me. I wont” the both of you smiled at each other knowingly, choosing to forget your dislike for one night.

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