#rlly had the sirens ringing..

[tinrange]

Romance kdramas have lost all semblance of sexual tension between leads bc theyre facing an incurable disease (the most charismatic up and coming actors are under 180cm)

[oohbuggypie]

"and as he wept, he wept and said, 'Oh, my.. Oh, my.. Would to God I had died for He'"

this is fully inspired by @goferwashere 's PO!! Monster Hunter AU 🩷 depicted is Don Flamenco in his monster form being held in his last moments by Joe. the writing that describes their fight, Don's death, and Joe's regret are all below the cut as its very long. but WOW i just could not get this idea out of my head . thank u soo much Gofer for the amazing AU and thank u to the whole community for being my courage to be brave and release something a little less cutesie than usual ! 🥹 additional details i rlly want to be known::

-the tattoo on Don' torso is an altered version of that in the regular PO!! universe; the one depicted reads "COLOSSIANS 3:2" :: the verse's meaning is "Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things". this is meant to reflect his disdain for humans, and how he views them as lesser

-the stab wound placement is below Don's right pectoral; this is in reflection of Jesus Christ's 5th wound he suffered whilst being crucified. additionally, it is said that what seeped from the wound wasn't only blood, but water as well; i found this very fitting for his character for obvious reasons lol

-the lyrics above the drawing are a condensed / altered version from the choral piece "David's Lamentation", one of my favorite songs ever !

phewph okay writing time ! unfortunately i have never written angst, let alone fighting OR death .. this is also being released about half an hour shy of midnight on bad sleep so proofreading is out of the question.. this is prob a hard read but I STAY CONFIDENT ! here we gooo 🩷::

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Don hissed and swung his fist in an aimless direction, hearing the collision's result come in the form of an agonized grunt from the man near him. Blind rage mingled with fear consumed Don's body in a way God himself forbade, yet he continued to batter any flesh that came into contact with his.

Joe's entire being ached, his eye now burning from the knuckles that dug into it just moments ago. He clenched it shut and let the obscurity of his vision drive his instincts to wherever they were necessary. He aimed to return the punch with his own fist plunging to meet Don's stomach, momentarily knocking the air from his lungs. As Don's arms instinctively lowered to gaurd where his sore flesh was struck, Joe snarled and drew his left arm back to slam a fist into Don's cheek. The siren felt a coursing agony not only externally, but through his heart. He knew what would come, yet he continued to bare his teeth. He ripped apart anything which bothered him and felt no haunting ring in his mind. Though this time, he feared that the bells would toll.

Joe took full advantage of the temporary stun he inflicted upon Don and wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Joe kicked Don's ankle in so that he buckled beneath his own weight, dropping them both to meet the floor. Joe felt a shake within his bones, like the structures in his own body didn't want him to do this. He didn't want to. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Yet his body moved now without his mind, pressing his entire weight into the neck of the helpless man below him. Don couldn't stand the desperation that racked his body, and above that distaste, he couldn't bare to look up at the deathly eyes staring into his own. The man who he called a friend held less semblance to a human and now closer to a wraith, some wretched figure distorted by horror. His skin appeared a sickly gray in the darkness of the gym's room, and had his hands always been this coarse and cold? Nonetheless, for the present time Don disregarded the friend he once had and viewed him now as a step above a pet; competition.

Don snarled and thrashed beneath the body of Joe and locked his hands around the arms above. His brain felt like a searing gas within his head, but that lack of consciousness was immediately replaced by instinct. Don slid his hands down to grip Joe's wrists and ripped them outwards with a fell swipe. Joe wasn't spared a second to process the motion before his nose was slammed by Don's forehead. A pained cry was all his voice could manage before his vision flickered black.

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When he awoke, only seconds has passed since he blacked out. With a horrified start, Joe began to thrash his arms through the water engulfing him. His legs kicked in the same motion, his left heel slamming into an excruciating pressure seeming to bind his right ankle. The force released as soon as it felt his bruising strike against it. Joe desperately made strokes with his arms upwards, looking for any form of light to signify what differentiated the surface from the bottom. Joe felt a darkness reigning upon him as another figure trailed close behind, its presence growing heavier with each struggling wave of his arms throughout the pool.

Joe's face broke the surface. Without a second to catch his breath, he began scanning the area with bewildered eyes for the nearest edge. His loafers felt like bricks tied to his ankles, and the turtleneck he donned was quickly becoming suffocating. A short distance behind him, a splash breaking the water's tension drove Joe into fight or flight. His arms clawed in front of him with strokes large enough to leave his arms aching the next day, yet that same pain was his drive to reach the edge quicker. He gripped the ledge of the hard floor and hoisted himself above the edge, rushing into a position where his knees and one arm balanced his body upright. With his unoccupied hand, he reached where the bells tolled and the colors sank. Joe frantically patted his pocket for where the knife's sheath bulged.

Don arose from the water he resided in just seconds after his former partner. Joe ripped the leather from his pocket and reached into it, gripping the handle as if he was warding death itself away. His knuckles were white with pressure, and his wide eyes locked on the man inches from himself. Don's eyes were sickly and no longer passing as human; the bags beneath them were a bruised purple, and where the whites of his eyes should be were replaced by a glassy blue. His brows dug wrinkles into his forehead like malicious scars upon skin. And the worst of it all was the death-like frown that crumpled his entire facial structure; it drew his eyes in a downward spiral, and his lips curled against his flesh like desperate hands digging into anything for hold.

With his chest exposed and either arms beside him as means to lift himself, Joe raised his blade and drudged it into Don's flesh.

Don's eyes fell like the world's light upon an empty room, and the sharp inhale in his throat thrummed akin to the death rattle. Despite the metal lodged deep within his chest, he managed the strength to drag himself from his home's grasp and to lay on the freezing tile below him. Joe's hands left his mouth as he let out some visceral shout that made cherubs above weep. He scurried across the soaked floor to examine the man before him. Joe slammed himself down upon the floor and struggled to lift him, eventually draping Don's being across his own. Don's arms rested against Joe's bent knees, and his head tilted into his chest with slowing breaths beating against his sweater. The remaining warmth of his breath settling on his own shoulder resembled the comfort of a blanket upon a child's cold body. Joe felt static piercing through his brain and throughout his ears.

He slid his trembling hand to grab the hilt of his blade, yanking it from between Don's ribs with a crumbling expression upon his face. Where the stab wound remained open, Joe rested his hand on its opening and let the blood seep onto his skin. He lowered them to graze the rest of Don's torso, creating an up and down rhythm almost as if to comfort him. He felt a dread in his stomach nothing in his life had ever compared to; he had killed numerous times before this, and for pettier reasons. But the understanding of what he had just done settled upon him like the smothering embrace of a rotting being. Joe lost any remaining thoughts in his mind as small, breaking moans passed the pursing lips of Don.

Don's body felt washed by shades of baby blue. His eyed fixated on an empty and quickly fading horizon. The right side of his body held a sensation that reminded him of familiarity; dripping water and warm waves caressing his flesh. Though this time, the sea seemed to be accompanied by rainfall. Don couldn't muster the strength to look up, let alone turn his head, but he felt warm droplets fall upon his hair. The fog that began swallowing his mind didn't allow him to understand where the water's source was coming from. They dropped rapidly now, dripping enough so that they slid across his own cheeks; they made up for the lack of his own tears. The air that was becoming increasingly hard to keep in his grasp now filled with a tune, a rhythm similar to those he practiced when dancing.

"Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment désolé, oh..."

Don couldn't understand the words, couldn't sing along to the beautiful tune that seemed to hail from Heaven itself. It broke his heart a bit, seeing that one of his greatest attributes was his ethereal singing voice. But the words soothed his soul, and held this wonderous ability to make his eyes feel comfortable closing.

"Oh, mon Dieu... Oh, mon Dieu, pardonne-moi... Pardonne-lui aussi..." Joe heaved, his hands clutching the bloodied skin of Don's torso. His body shook with a might that caused Don's own body to tremor along with his.

Don wished he knew what those words meant. Don wished he could hear the voice sing in his ears forever, let the melody echo throughout the chambers of his fading mind every second of every waking moment. Don's face fell cold, and his body felt as if it was losing its occupation; but fear never crossed his mind when his vision finally began to fade. He loved the hands running up and down his body, loved the warmth cascading against his side, loved the song, he loved this moment. He let his breath soften and slip from his mind's priorities, and now focused on shutting his eyes to rest.

The last thing Don truly felt was the slipping of beads across his collar bones.

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Joe removed the rosary from around Don's neck and let its wooden roses slide into a pile inside his unused pocket. He vowed that the blade would make no contact with the necklace.

Joe couldn't and didn't think as he laid the body of his sweet friend down to rest away from his own. He looked once more into the drained yet softened features of Don's face; his lips looked soft against his chin, and his brows no longer furrowed in such a dreadful way. Joe stood for moments, spending minutes staring down at the body now devoid of life on the floor. The worst sight of the entire night was the wound beneath the right side of Don's chest. And even upon staring at it, running his eyes over it again and again, Joe just couldn't think deeper about it.

He turned his back from the death that loomed behind him and exited through the double doors of the room. Joe stalked off into the night, letting the world's air solidify the agonizing tears that stained his cheeks, down to his neck.

END !! thanks 4 reading if u did and thank u 2 anybody who sees this !! now im gonna go ahead and pass out it's 11:45 PM and im sick 🩷

[laurensprentiss]

Jouska [Hotch x Reader]

Chapter 19:

A/N: Here it is besties, v sorry for this but I live to cause chaos!! They both have some growing and living to do over the next chapters which will span around ten years. Stick around it’s gonna be interesting! Also Hotch looks rlly good here hehe

Warnings: None, really. Swearing, mentions of pregnancy, heavy angst.

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“I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.” - Melina Marchetta

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08:00

It happens slowly then all at once. He knows he feels lighter, physically, before he’s fully conscious - can’t feel the warm weight of you on top of him. He frowns as he slowly awakens fully, feeling for your body next to him.

When all he feels are sheets, he comes to, a little quicker, opening one eye to look around. When he doesn’t see you, he figures you left to go to the bathroom but a piece of paper on your pillow catches his eye.

He frowns as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes when the doorbell begins to ring incessantly. He looks between the door, the paper and then the door again, tucking the note underneath his pillow to come back to later. He takes a cursory look at the clock -

08:00

He runs downstairs with a grin, thinking maybe you went out to grab coffee and forgot you didn’t have a key, but when he opens the door, icy shock runs through his veins.

“Hi, Aaron.”

“Haley?” He replies stunned. He glances behind him, increasingly alarmed now as to your whereabouts.

She averts her gaze from Hotch’s half naked form, it’s nothing she hasn't seen before but there’s a barrier between them now. Even with what she’s about to tell him.

“Can we talk?”

“-This…. isn’t really a good time.” He replies, glancing behind him again. He uses his body to block what lies behind him, clothing littering the floor as evidence of last night. His cheeks run hot when he realises Haley already spotted it all.

“We need to talk. I wouldn’t have shown up like this, but she told me to come by at 8. Said I should talk to you.”

He frowns. “Who?” He asks, despite hazarding a very good guess he already knows the answer.

“Look, can I just come in? I'm really cold and this is incredibly awkward.”

He sighs, “Yeah- yeah come in.” He steps aside to let her in, picks his shirt up off the floor and begins to button it as he invites her to sit.

Haley tells him that she managed to track you down outside your apartment yesterday. His jaw ticks and he runs his thumb over his bottom lip, agitated. “Why would you do that?”

“I figured I owed her an apology. Ultimately I was the one who put her in danger with-” She licks her lips. “With him. I thought we should talk.”

“So you resorted to stalking?” He paces. He can’t figure out why you’d ask her to come by now, especially if you were going to spend the night last night.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She looks sick. “I kind of knew that you felt something for her, and I figured she probably did too. Clearly I was right.”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

She throws her hands up. “No! No, that's not what I meant. I need to tell you something but before I did, I needed to tell her, I owed her some courtesy after everything at least.”

He tilts his head and his eyes narrow. “Get to the point.”

She pulls out an envelope and slides it across the coffee table. She breathes shakily, nodding at it. “It’s all in there.”

He watches her quizzically, confused at her demeanour - she’s never been one to be at a loss for words. He takes a seat opposite, studying her as he peels open the envelope.

A sliver of cold panic works its way through his veins as he scans the page.

LABCORP DNA TESTING SERVICES

Sample 1 - BROOKS/HOTCHNER : Positive Match

Sample 2 - BROOKS/HOTCHNER : Positive Match

“What the hell is this?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

She swallows thickly, abetting her gaze. “It’s a paternity test. I’m pregnant.” She tells him quietly.

His chest tightens and his head starts swimming. “What? I don’t believe you.”

“It’s right there on the paper. It’s yours.” She looks like she’s holding back vomit, the colour on her face drained. She studies Aaron for any kind of a reaction but he still looks confused.

“I want another one.” He tells her waving the paper. “How far along are you?”

“3 and a half months.”

“Wait,” He winces as the cold realisation hits him. “You told her?”

She nods.

The colour drains from his face and he shoots up from his seat, remembering everything he’d told you yesterday about how he would do things differently if he ever became a father. Knowing now what you knew then, he can’t begin to fathom what must have been going through your mind yesterday.

He shoots up the stairs three at a time, hoping he’s not too late.

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06:00

Your eyes burn with the lack of sleep and the aftermath of your breakdown. You lay still against Aaron’s chest, your hand splayed flat against his skin. You’ve been watching him sleep for most of the night, memorising all you can about him, and imagining an alternate future where you could’ve ended up together.

But it doesn’t help. All it goes is drive a stake deeper into your heart because no matter how much you imagine, it doesn’t change your future. The sun begins to rise sure enough, a promise of another day but the lighter it gets, the more your stomach turns and the tighter your chest gets.

You pull Aaron in closer one more time, fusing your body to his and you close your eyes. His hands run down your bag gently as he stirs in his sleep. You take a minute to take him in one last time, despite your aching heart you try to hold onto the happiness you’d felt before it all came crashing down.

You doubt you’ll feel for anyone the way you feel for him. But you can’t be selfish, not now. You whisper to him, barely audible, the words you need to get off your chest and with a gentle kiss to his sleeping face, you slink out of his arms.

You gather your clothes, and from the credenza drawer downstairs, grab a pen and paper.

‘Dearest Aaron…’

Tears stain your face as you initial the bottom of the letter and with a final breath, you fold it and scrawl his initials on top. You reluctantly walk back upstairs and when you see Aaron’s peaceful face in a deep sleep, it takes everything in you to walk away. You place the note on your pillow, and turn away before you change your mind.

But as you approach the door, you turn to take one last look at him, willing your memory to hold on to this image, to the feel of him. To what it feels like to be loved by him.

“Goodbye Aaron.” You whisper.

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08:30hrs:

He struggles to get his pants on, throwing on odd socks and grabbing the note on the pillow which he stuffs haphazardly into his three day old jacket. He runs down the stairs three at a time, passing Haley on the way as he grabs his keys.

She looks at him with panic and confusion. “Go back to the hotel, I’ll call you!” He tells her. She looks around, stunned as the door slams shut behind him.

He fumbles with his phone, dialling your number, but it goes straight to voicemail. He tries Emily but it goes to voicemail too. He dials the direct line to your assistant and on the last ring, she picks up.

“Agent Hotchner?”

“Leah?”

“Yeah? Is everything okay?”

He desperately asks if she has any idea of where you are today, if you have anything on your docket.

“Not that I can see, no. Is everything okay?”

“Look, can you find out if she’s home and call me?” He hangs up and purposely turns on the sirens to weave through traffic to your place. In a cruel twist of fate, he curses the numerous traffic logs he encounters on his way, thinking he’ll deal with the fallout of using his lights without reason later.

He finally turns onto your street, tires screeching as he pulls up behind a blacked out towncar, into which an older gentleman appears to be hauling suitcases. He doesn’t bother closing the door as he exits his SUV, his eyes trailing on the suitcases being piled into the trunk of the towncar when he hears your voice.

He stops in his tracks.

“Alright, James. I think that’s the last of the b-”

The air leaves your lungs when you catch sight of him. There’s a brief moment when you think you think you’re imagining him but your chest squeezes when you look at his face, halfway between confused, devastated and just plain betrayed.

He utters your name with a shaky whisper. “What is this? What’s going on?” He asks unsteady, already knowing the answer.

You hand your bags to James who ducks between you to receive them, the tension thick and heavy. “I’m sorry, I planned on…” You struggle for the words. “Being done earlier than this. This is what I wanted to avoid.”

He retreats, eyebrows shooting up. “This, what? You wanted to avoid saying goodbye to me? You couldn’t even extend me the grace of telling me you were leaving?” He pulls out your note from his pocket, shaking it in front of you. “You left this and thought it would be enough? After everything that happened with us.”

“Come on, Aaron. You know that’s not what I meant. But you know why I’m leaving, it’s why you’re here. And I knew you would do this, I knew you’d try and talk me out of going. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” You swallow the lump in your throat.

The desperation inside him starts to claw at him. “You don’t have to leave. We’re adults, we can figure this out.” He takes both of your hands tightly in his.

You shake your head. “I won’t put you in that position, I know how important this is to you. I won’t put myself in that position either.” He opens his mouth to oppose you but he knows as well as you do that this is the end. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but this was easier when I had a stalker, all I had to worry about was making it through the day without being murdered. But things are real now, you have a career and a family to worry about, I have to go to college. I guess we just didn’t think this through.”

He retreats slightly, a hurt expression on his face. “That doesn’t mean it was wrong.” He says, quietly. “I told you I’d wanted to be with you for a long time, and I meant it. I don’t regret any of it.”

You cup his cheek. “Neither do I. But we both know what needs to happen. I can’t stay.”

He caresses your hand on his cheek with bereft eyes. “You changed me, you know?”

You laugh dryly. “With your gig at the BAU? Forget it, you’ll be saving people left and right.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” His voice cracks. “I’m just sorry we couldn’t have more time. I think this could have been something.”

“Did you read the note?” He shakes his head. “Wait until I’m gone to read it - you don’t have to. But if you ever find yourself doubting or second-guessing who you were to me - who you are to me? You should read that. It has everything you’ll need to know.”

He brings his forehead to yours, glassy eyes watching you with so much affection you think you might just break. “Can we stay here? Just for a minute? I’m not ready to let you go yet.” He asks.

You nod and loop your arms around his neck, tiptoeing to reach his height. He hugs you back with ferocity, face burying in the crook of your neck as he takes you in, memorises the way you body slots against his, how you smell and feel. He presses his eyes shut, willing his brain to commit every last feeling to memory, terrified that there may come a day when he no longer remembers how he loves you.

You muffle your sobs as best as you can, clutching at the material of his shirt, and the small tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. Try as you might, when you close your eyes, all you can see is a reel of your relationship with Aaron, spanning from the moment you met to now.

All of it comes rushing back: the gazebo, your apartment, numerous late night coffees and dinners, his face in the cabin, the hospital and of course, the nights and days you spent in bed. The pond, the balcony, the laughter. The love. You feel a hole consuming your chest and you struggle to breathe, cursing yourself for falling in love with the one man you couldn’t possibly ever have.

James beeps from inside the towncar, and you reluctantly loosen your grip on Aaron, sniffling as you let him go. It feels infinitely harder to detangle yourself from him now, like tearing a bandage off of a raw wound, but you know you need to go.

And so does he.

His eyes are watery when you look at him, yours mirroring his heartbreak. “I guess this is it.” He rasps.

You clear your throat. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Can I kiss you goodbye?”

You nod solemnly. His hands cup your cheeks lovingly, wiping away a stray tear. He leans in, and presses his lips to yours for the last time. He takes his time, allowing himself to linger in the moment, and convey everything he can in this kiss without having to say it. Wants to remember how soft your lips are and the way you taste.

Your tears fall steadily now, your own hands tangling in his hair. You selfishly wish you could stay here, throw away any and all integrity just to keep him for yourself. But you both have things to do, futures to live.

You break the kiss, forehead resting against his. His hand cradles the back of your head, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, lips lingering before he finally lets go.

You fish in your pocket and take his hand in yours, dropping your key into his palm. He looks at you quizzically. “Keep it, give it to the super, I don’t mind. But lock up for me?” You ask him.

He nods, closing his hand around yours, a desperate attempt to keep you close for a few more fleeting moments. He presses a desperate kiss laced with finality on your lips as you release yourself from his embrace.

Watching you reach for the car door sends him into a tailspin. You’re just about in the car when you hear him call your name. His voice is strained. “Listen, I just- before you go. There’s something I need to tell you.” His face is contorted with desperation and his voice laced with something utterly heartbroken.

You know where he’s going with this. You weren’t sure if he felt it until now, horrible fucking timing, but it’s still something.

“Don’t. I know what you’re going to say, Aaron. Please don’t.” You sob. “This is already one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, please don’t make it harder. I know what you’re going to say. But before you do… just please don’t?” You plead.

He swallows thickly, choking back tears, too. “I do, though.”

You breathe through the hole in your chest. “I know, Aaron. I do, too.” Your smile is bitter as you open the car door and step inside gingerly, keeping your eyes on the sidewalk where he stands. He walks over to you, tangles your fingers with his briefly before cradling your chin, wiping another stray tear.

“Maybe in another life?” He whispers.

“Maybe in another life.” You tell him with a sad smile.

“Goodbye, sweetheart.”

I love you.

“Goodbye, Aaron.”

I love you.

He watches the car peel away longingly, muttering aloud the words that he’d whispered two nights ago when he thought you were asleep.

“I love you.”

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09:15

Your car pulls up to the airstrip forty-five minutes later and you can hear the deafening engine of the plane before you even step out of the car. You place a $50 in the hand of the man who opens your door for you, throwing a quick thank you his way as you obscure your puffy eyes with a pair of sunglasses.

You offer the men loading your luggage a small smile and hand them their tips, before boarding the plane. You spot Emily on the far left side of the plane, her face buried in a copy of Mother Night.

When she sees you, she shoots up from her seat, throwing her book onto the table in front of her. “Oh my God! You came! Hi!” Her good arm wraps around your neck for a hug and you stiffen against her. “What made you change your mind?” She asks.

You close your mouth just as soon as you open it when the curtain dividers open.

“Darling!” Ambassador Prentiss emerges from her office, behind a divider on the plane. She has a phone receiver against her chest, you assume to muffle her voice to whoever is on the other end. “Emmy and I are so glad you decided to join us, we’ll be taking off in around 15 minutes.” She tells you, glancing at her watch.

You shoot her a polite smile and thank her, and she looks between you and Emily, excusing herself back to her office.

“I’ll let you girls catch up.”

Emily leads you to the seat opposite her, her face now showing signs of concern. She watches your face for an answer but when nothing comes, she asks outright.

“What happened? I thought you were going to stick around and see what happens? You had a date right? Her words scratch your skin.

“Date’s off.” You swallow.

Her eyes widen. “What? Why?!”

“His ex is pregnant and it’s his.” You reply nonchalantly, rapidly blinking back tears behind your sunglasses.

Her mouth drops open. “Holy shit! Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You reply, gazing out of the window.

Emily watches you in shock, unsure of what to say. She can tell by your demeanour that you’re in shock but she can’t do anything except hold your hand and tell you she’s sorry with a quiet voice.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

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09:00

When he keys open your apartment door, he’s hit with an eerie silence, a heart wrenching emptiness. He attempts to turn a lamp on but the electricity has been turned off, leaving the living room cold and dark.

His mind fills in the spaces between the emptiness, picturing you sitting on your couch, or on the bar stools around your island. Can hear the incessantly loud TV, and your laughter from your room.

Your room is just as empty too, a few stray clothes hangers remain in the wardrobes and when he turns to look out at your balcony, he swears he sees your shadow outside. He makes sure the doors and windows are secure and makes his way back to your living room, the entire experience harrowing, like walking through a graveyard of memories.

His legs give out as he walks back to the living room, sinking onto the couch. A picture of you catches his eye on the side table next to him, the same one he’d caressed gently when you’d been taken by Jordan. He’d thought then, that was the worst moment of his life, had he known what was to come, he’d have reserved his judgement.

He swallows the lump in his throat as he gently brushes a finger over the glass, unable to keep the tears from coming now. He wishes with everything you could have stayed, can feel it deep within him that you’ll keep a part of his heart for years to come. Then he remembers the note.

He opens the folded paper with trembling hands.

‘Dearest Aaron,

I sit in your living room right now, struggling for the words to write but I can’t seem to come up with anything that truly encapsulates how I feel. How I’m incredibly sorry to have to leave like this, how I wish with everything in me that I didn’t have to, I wish this could have ended differently.

I want to say thank you. You may not know or understand this, but for all the good and bad, you truly changed my life. I met you during the darkest and scariest part of my life, when I had nobody - when I was all alone. And in you came like a light and protected me fiercely, taught me everything I needed to save my life. You did that.

You saved me.

You changed me.

Despite the circumstances, we did have something, a friendship, maybe the start of something more - something real. Don’t ever doubt that. The last two days were two of the best of my life, a fitting reward, I thought, after everything I’d been through. But I couldn’t let you talk me into staying, because I know you, and you would have tried, told me that we could’ve worked something out - and it would’ve been selfish of me to stay.

I want you to know that I am so incredibly happy for you. This wasn't an easy decision, but I’m leaving of my own choice. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be an amazing father. That child will be loved and oh so lucky to have you and your warmth as a father. I know how much this means to you, how important it is for you to give your child a better life than the one you and Sean had.

And you will.

Thank you for everything you did for me, thank you for saving me over and over again. Thank you for teaching me to be brave, and for coming into my life. My hope for you is that you’ll build a wonderful life with your beautiful little family and achieve everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

You’ll change the world one day.

Know that I will always have a special place for you in my heart.

I’ll never forget you.

All my love.’

He swallows the burning in his chest. Two days were all he had with you and he stupidly saw himself able to imagine a future with you, could imagine loving you for the rest of his life - but then he’d been in love with you long before you’d asked him to stay.

He winces as something digs into his chest and he reaches for his inside jacket pocket until something cold makes contact with his fingers.

His heart stops, molten lava running through his veins.

Your necklace.

He grips it until the sharp edges of the pendant feel like they’re about to puncture his skin.

Maybe he wasn’t destined for peace, for love. The love that he wanted. Maybe a happy ending wasn’t written for him and he’d have to make peace with that. At least he had the memory of your face burnt into his brain, the smell of your hair, the sound of your laughter.

That finite part of you would get him through eternity.

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20:00

You’ve rejected every meal you’ve been offered by the staff aboard the plane, instead choosing to down Emily’s bottle of red wine. It eases the heaviness in your head, that’s true but the ache in your chest still remains.

Emily’s since drifted off to sleep, her book laying open against her stomach, meal half-eaten. You stare at the blinking lights of the plane and the clouds below you until everything starts to blur.

You love him. He loves you. That much is true. You never had believed in the concept of the right person but the wrong time, how could you? If the person was right, the timing would surely be inconsequential.

That was until you met Aaron.

In this life, in the grey harsh reality, after everything you had been through with him, the simple fact that two people love one another pales in comparison to the bloody reality of commitments, matters of the mind and sacrifice.

He loves you and you love him. It just isn’t enough.

He aches for you and you ache for him. But it’s still just out of reach.

Your hearts aren’t your own anymore. But you have to go on anyway.

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[shinsouskitten]

Hey Kat🤗 I was wondering if you could write about Bakugou, Shinsou, or Hawks meeting the reader’s family and something goes wrong and they don’t like them at first. Or possibly the parents think they are a negative influence on the reader.

Hey hey hey

I asked my mom how she’d react if I was dating someone she didn't like and she rlly just said “you wouldn’t be dating them if i didn’t like them”

like damn sis okay chile

Warnings: does it count as angst if the parents are the ones being mean? if so, there’s angst, but also fluff, bakugou is bakugou

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

It wasn’t the best first meeting. You had planned to introduce your long term boyfriend to your family at your own pace, but of course the villains of the city had other plans. 

You were on a date, en route to the cinema to catch a new movie amidst Bakugou’s insistence that it was a ‘stupid unrealistic movie’. Mere metres from the entrance a villain came rushing past, a handful of gold jewelry in his arms. He pushed you to the side in order to keep running, which of course enraged Bakugou, who immediately took off after the villain, completely oblivious to the sirens following his path. 

Unsurprisingly he caught him within moments, but what you hadn’t realized was that all the events had been caught by your dad, standing on the other side of the street. Your dad knew you had a partner, and he knew that they were a hero, given you cancelled every opportunity to meet with the excuse of ‘another villain attack’. What he hadn't expected, however, was for your partner to be possibly his least favorite hero currently climbing the ranks. 

Later that night, after your forfeit on the movie date in favour of a much more simple date with your bed, you had a series of texts from your parents. 

So, Ground Zero is the partner we’ve heard so little about?

He’s a bit aggressive, isn’t he?

You should’ve told us sooner.

We just don’t want you getting hurt.

That had been the moment you were waiting for. Anyone who didn’t know Bakugou (and a few who did) would describe him as a never ending pool of anger, too aggressive to be a hero and too mean to be a good partner. But if they knew him the same way you did, they would know that’s not always the case.

Of course he’s angry when he has to deal with stupid villains interrupting every date he plans, or news reporters crowding him like an animal in a zoo whenever they got the chance. But he was different with you, more relaxed. He didn’t exactly express his emotions in the best ways, but he loved you, and he’d never hurt you.

Your parents practically demanded a meeting the next day, and blatantly refused to accept any excuses of villain attacks or the like. The meeting was awkward, with your father almost attempting to provoke Bakugou simply to prove a point, but your boyfriend knew this. He put on a good face, masking his worry and anger with an uncharacteristically kind attitude and baffling you all.

Maybe he’d changed his ways. Or at least, that was the conclusion your parents came to by the end of the night, wishing you well as you made your way home. You fought the urge to laugh at Bakugou’s sudden change once your parents left his view, and held back a smile throughout his mutterings of ‘stupid extras’.

He kept up appearances for long enough, but by the time your parents noticed it was a farce, they realized there was nothing they could do to stop the love you held for each other. After all, he may be an ass, but he’d never hurt you.

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💜 Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou, on the other hand, wanted to meet your family pretty quickly. If anything, just to get it out of the way, but there was a part of him that wanted the validation that he was good enough for you. Sometimes he just didn’t feel like he was, so if your parents liked him, it’d definitely be a weight off his shoulders.

The two of you picked out a nice restaurant, keeping in mind your parents favorite foods in an attempt to butter them up, then send them a text asking you to meet you and Shinsou for dinner. They replied eagerly, especially when you mentioned the two of you were covering the bill. 

You arrived first, giving your name at the door and sitting down on the plush leather anxiously awaiting the arrival of your parents. When you finally saw them, the two of you stood up to greet them, you offering hugs while Shinsou held out his hand with a smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

Your parents nodded, a false replica of a smile on their faces as they ignored Shinsou’s hand.

The air around you was thick, no one willing to be the first to break the uncomfortable silence, until you eventually suggested you all sit down. You made a mental note to tip your waiter extra when the night was over. It was clear they could sense the awkwardness, and thank the lord they came over at the exact moments you feared a bomb might explode.

The meals went down perfectly, but the atmosphere made it difficult to enjoy anything. Your parents spoke little, and when they did, it was always to you, almost as if Shinsou wasn’t even present. 

To be truly honest, he’d expected this reaction, although he hoped he was just overthinking. He knew people didn’t react to his quirk well, and there were many misconceptions about how much he used it. He had hoped your parents hadn’t been so quick to judge.

By the time your waiter delivered your check, you were ready to curl up in your bed and not emerge for a good few weeks. The four of you walked to the door silently, but before you could wish them goodnight, Shinsou spoke up, his hand holding yours tightly as he faced your parents.

“I just want you to know, whether you like me or not, I love Y/n more than anything, and I would never do anything to hurt them. I will protect them until my last breath, and I hope that we can sort out any differences with time.”

Did he really just confess his love to you in front of your parents? Yup. Well, at least it seemed to get a response this time, as your dad replied:

“I should hope you do.” Your dad held out his hand, and Shinsou took it a bit more than happily. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

Shinsou laughed awkwardly, not sure whether to be scared at your dad's threat or not, especially when he ended it without another word, turning and walking towards their car. 

I mean at least he spoke to him, right? That’s an improvement?

Either way, Shinsou quickly realized in reality the only opinion that mattered to him, was yours. 

oof having a good dad who cares about you? couldnt be me. also i absolutely hate this one and idk why, but shinsou’s my bby and i feel i disappointed him

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🍗 Keigo Takami (Hawks):

The meeting was almost completely by chance. Keigo often took you on sky-high (not mile-high get your minds outta the gutters ppl) trips on his off days, and while flying one day, you saw your parents' house from the clouds. They hadn’t met Keigo yet, so you suggested that you pop in for a moment. He agreed, and in seconds, you were standing on their porch, hand raised high to ring the doorbell.

Your mother opened the door, surprised to see you, and even more surprised to see the bird standing behind you. Nevertheless she invited you both in, and as your father called Keigo over, your mother pulled you to one side, whispering quiet enough that the two men wouldn’t hear her. 

“The news says he’s a bit of a playboy.” You said.

“The news says a lot of things.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And his fans?” She asked.

“What about them?” You replied.

“Well,” she paused, “he can get a little friendly with them, don’t you think.”

You sighed. Your mother wasn’t the first person to bring up Keigo’s fans when discussing your relationship, but you knew that in reality, he couldn’t be bothered with the swarms of people throwing themselves at his feet when he had you waiting for him at home. 

“He’s a friendly person.” You shrugged.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Just say what you want to, mom.” You rounded on her, the heightened volume of your voice drawing Keigo’s attention from the other side of the room. “Say it. Go on.”

She glanced around, seeing both Keigo and your father now watching the two of you. 

“Fine.” You continued. “I know he has hundreds of fans who would kill to be in his bed at night. But you know what? He’s not there. He’s with me, watching crappy tv and binge eating kfc (CANNIBALISM). If you don’t like him, that’s your problem. But don’t try and convince me to do anything but love him, cause you’re not going to do it.”

Baffled, your mother stammered for a response, but you weren’t about to wait for one.

“C’mon Keigo,” you called, “we’re leaving.”

He was next to you in moments, and you grabbed his hand to pull him out of the house, stopping only when you were satisfied you were out of sight of your parents. 

“So, kid…” He looked across at you with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lay his chin on your shoulder. “You love me?”

“Shut up bird brain.”

again i hate this but where my baby birds at?

[kpopshitposter]

Are these actual people or characters?

ayo ayo ayo

The people on my blog are kpop/cpop/vpop idols, so they’re actual people who just be looking and acting like fictional characters bc they’re so beautiful it doesn’t feel real

Since it really be seeming like you’re in the wrong part of town I thought I’d compile a lil playlist for you… it’s a #-Z of Korean artists I personally listen to on the regular. Complete with song recs! I had a lot of fun putting it together so even if you only bother to listen to one song on it I hope you enjoy it!!

uhhhhhhh it’s a lot (this list should explain why it took me so long to reply to your ask i’m so sorry I hope this is helpful)

Casual disclaimer that if you feel like theres any problematic people mentioned please be aware that i dont pay attention to scandals so this is just about the songs

Also I guess people should feel free to add their faves to the list if they wanna recommend it and I haven’t included them

Alsox2 if any links are wrong im sorry i love u

Feel free to ask me to order them by genre, male/female, or mood or anything like that too if you’d like!! K-pop in general is a really fun and comforting music genre and you should totally give it a chance

#

2NE1 - I am the best3racha - Matryoshka (MaaAaaAAAAA)4Minute - Whatcha doin’ today

A

AB6IX - BreatheA.C.E. - Under Cover (I also really recommend Take Me Higher but rlly all of their songs)Agust D - Agust D (TONGUE TECHNOLOGY!! ICONIC. But also The Last and all of his solos)AOA - Bingle BangleASTRO - Moonwalk ATEEZ - Promise and Wave and HALA HALA all of their songs again lmao wow so many talented people in one list

B

B1A4 - Rollin’BASTARZ - Help Me and omg just take the albumB.A.P - Wake Me Up B-BOMB - Give & Take BIGBANG - LAST DANCE and FANTASTIC BABYBLACKPINK - Kick It they have a lot of good songs tho!!Block B - Be The Light and Don’t Leave and Dreams Come True and No Joke and Toy dkfjghjsw Block B are my ultimate group and I love every single one of their songs - they’re kings of genre varietyBolbbalgan4 - Some and Travel and Ring they have loads of good songs!!!BTS - Blood Sweat & Tears and Dope and Just One Day and Home picking is rlly rlly hard because they have a crazy amount of songs lmao I went with songs where they all have lines

C

CHUNG HA - Roller CoasterCL - Hello BitchesCLC - Hobgoblin and NoCrush - None also Cereal ft. Zico

D

Day6 - I Need Somebody and Shoot Me don’t forget to dance to Shoot Me like this (but we’ll get to Stray Kids later)DEAN - The Unknown Guest and Bonnie & Clyde and D (Half Moon) ft Gaeko

E

Eric Nam - Honestly EXID - Up & Down and I Love YouEXO - Damage and Wait and EL DORADO and Universe and yknow ALL OF THEM they do a lot of different genres!EXO-CBX - Hey Mama!EXO-K - Overdose

F

F(x) - Rum Pum Pum PumFANXY CHILD - Y

G

GFRIEND - Me Gustas Tu and Time for the moon night and RoughG(I)-DLE - LATATAGirl’s Day - Something Girls’ Generation - Lion Heart GOT7 - MiracleGRAY - TMI and Late Night with Loco

H

HEIZE - Don’t Know You and Shut Up & Groove with Dean and Jenga with GaekoHOA - LongingHoody - Like You and Golden with Jay ParkHYUKOH - LOVE YA!

I

iKON - Love Scenario (this might as well be Korea’s national anthem at this point)INFINITE - AIR and Bad (they don’t have a bad song)I.O.I - Very Very Very ITZY - DALLA DALLA and ICYIU - BBIBBI and Palette ft G-Dragon (she’s ridiculously good)

J

Jay Park - Me Like Yuh and Solo ft Hoody and Upside Down ft Simon Dominic and Loco and GRAY I really like Mommae ft Ugly Duck tooJENNIE - SOLO J-Hope - Daydream Ji Chang Wook (fight ME LMAO IM SORRY I HAVE TO INCLUDE HIM) - To a Butterfly he’s done a lot of good songs and has a really beautiful voice!! You can listen hereJimin - PromiseJimin Park - April FoolsJin - EpiphanyJJ Project - Tomorrow, Today and Find You (I think all of their lil subunit songs are good)JONGHYUN - MoonJUNNY - Handle You and Magnet TELL ME WHY EVERYONE IS SLEEPING ON JUNNY BC IDK

KKang Daniel - What are you up toKARD - Oh NaNa and Don’t RecallKevin Oh - LoverKEY - Show Me but really NOT A SINGLE BAD SONG IN DIS BITCHKNK - Love You

L

Lee Hyun - You Are Here (i know it’s random bc it’s from the BTS game album but this song is so so beautiful)Loco - to be completely honest I don’t know if Loco has any solo music but I really like Still ft Crush and Don’t ft Hwasa

M

Mamamoo - Open Your Mind MOMOLAND - BBoom BBoom Monsta X - No Reason and Ready or Not and Be Quiet yet another one who physically can’t do bad songsMINHO - I’m Home

N

NCT - Baby Don’t Stop and Highway to Heaven and Simon Says and Jet Lag and Candle Light and Boom (I couldn’t with all the subunits so JSIJFGUH) also I’m gonna include WayV even though they’re not k-pop (they’re an NCT subunit) Come Back and Regular (my most listened to song on spotify) and Let me love u and Take Off and Dream LaunchN.Flying - Hot Potato and Rooftop NU'EST - Where You At

O

ONE - HeyaheONEUS - Twilight Orange Caramel - Abing abing and Dream of Clara and So Sorry and Cookies, Cream and Mint and Superwoman (they’re my favourite girl group im OC trash even tho they’ve disbanded :]]]]]]] )O.WHEN - Picture

P

PARK JI HOON - L.O.V.EPENTAGON - Shine P.O - Comme des Garcons

Q

????????? I GENUINELY HAVE NO IDEA NAN MOLLA

R

Red Velvet - Red Flavor and Aitai-taiRM - Forever rain and Change ft Wale (tbh I only like mono. - his other solo stuff just isn’t for me but feel free to check it out he’s got MVs and stuff on YT!)

S

Sam Kim - Scent and Make Up ft Crush and It’s You ft ZicoSEVENTEEN - Pretty U and HIGHLIGHT and HOME and THANKS and ALL OF THEM ARE BOPSSSF9 - RPM SHAUN - Way Back Home SHINee - Get The Treasure and Diamond Sky and View they have a lot of songs and a lot of rlly good stuffSimon Dominic - ullah and Simon Dominic and Comfortable with Gray and ONE and WON & ONLY ft Jay Park and Cheerz …….. I like all of his songs as well sofjhrSISTAR - Touch my bodyStray Kids - 4419 and GLOW and My Pace and Chronosaurus and MRIOH anduhh one more time everything they do is worth listening to at least once!! Stray Kids are really all such sweet people and my ultimate bias is Chan from this group so I hope you like them!!SUNMI - Siren and ADDICTSuper Junior - MamacitaSURAN - WINE ft Changmo (produced by SUGA odfjgh)

TT2U - Ososugiruouni and Goodbye TAEMIN - Famous and Tease and Slave and I’m Crying and Thirsty and MOVE TAEYEON - WhyTHE BOYZ - No Air and Giddy Up and Walkin’ in TimeThe Rose - sorry and with you and Like We Used to Do and She’s In The Rain and BABY wow really all of their songs thanks for coming to my ted talkTXT - Nap of a Star and CROWNTriple H - GIRL GIRL GIRLTWICE - Heart Shaker

U

U-KWON - Let’s Ride also whatever you don’t should definitely NOT check THIS performance out

VV - Winter Bear (not a dry eye in dis bitch)VAV - Give me more and SenoritaVIXX - Chained UpVERIVERY - Tag Tag Tag

WWanna One - Energetic WINNER - AH YEAH and REALLY REALLYWoosung - FACE and MOON

X

X1 - everything is just teasers right now really but X1-MA IS EPIC SO

Y

Yerin Baek - Blue and As I am (her voice is really incredible and unique)Yoon Jisung - In the RainYoon Jong Shin - Like It and Wi-Fi ft Zico

Z

Zico - I am you, you are me and She’s a Baby and Eureka ft Zion.T and Bermuda Triangle ft Crush and Dean and Artist and ANTI ft G.Soul and Fanxy Child ft FANXY CHILD Zico is CRAZY talented and he’s done a lot with a lot of people and he’s really out here saving the whole hiphop industry Zion.T - Eat and Hello Tutorial ft Seulgi

[angstmatsuscenarios]

Hi! I love ur angst!!! So good! Could u please write a scenario where Karamatsu gets badly hurt by saving his one of his brothers and the brother who was saved feels rlly bad and worried. (like in a car accident or something) thanks u very much!! Sorry for my bad english. >.

Thank you so much! Funny you should ask this…I’ve actually had this fic idea in mind for ages and just never wrote it out until now, so hopefully you like it. 

Warning for car accidents and mention of blood and injuries under the cut:

“Karamatsu, come on! Let’s go already, before I leave without you,” Todomatsu huffed impatiently, tapping his foot as he waited by the front door. “Mom’s gonna be mad if we don’t get what she needs from the store soon.”

“Right, right! On my way!” Karamatsu took the stairs two at a time, hastily pulling his hoodie over his head. He’s always like a puppy when anyone asks him to do something with him, Todomatsu couldn’t help but think. Always so eager to get going. It’s so silly…but I guess it could be worse. At least he’s wearing normal clothes and not that ridiculous leather jacket, or those stupid sequin-covered jeans…

Karamatsu tugged on his shoes, then reached into the pocket of his hoodie and whipped out his signature sunglasses, which he put on with a dramatic flourish. Todomatsu sighed inwardly. Well, so much for that. Always so painful…

“Let’s just get going already,” Todomatsu muttered, swinging open the front door and stepping outside into the warm sunshine.

The walk to the store was quiet enough–neither of them spoke much, to Todomatsu’s surprise and relief. They arrived at the store in no time at all, retrieved the items on the shopping list Matsuyo had entrusted them with, paid for their purchases, and left in record time. They’d each bought a little something for themselves, too–Todomatsu had found a new face mask he’d been wanting to try, and Karamatsu had helped himself to a new fashion magazine. Todomatsu had tried not to roll his eyes and could only distance himself as the cashier rang up that purchase.  

It was on their way out of the store, though, when their ordinary trip turned into something far more excruciating. Two women–two really pretty women that were way out of their league, Todomatsu thought–were standing by the bike rack outside of the store, chatting and giggling with each other, clearly absorbed in their conversation.

Todomatsu was prepared to walk right on by without making any sort of scene, but not Karamatsu. No, it seemed that would’ve been far too simple for an idiot like him. Instead of minding his own business like he should’ve, he chose to go out of his way to approach them.

“Good afternoon, lovely ladies,” he greeted them, flashing them what he must’ve thought was a charming smile. “Wonderful weather we’re having lately, hm?”

The girls eyed him cautiously, their smiles fading into condescending leers. Todomatsu mentally smacked his hand to his forehead, wishing he could just disappear–or at least completely disassociate himself from his dumbass brother. He shot him a withering glare, silently begging him to leave them alone and follow him home.

Karamatsu didn’t seem to catch the hint from any of them, though. “Do you come here often? Perhaps we shall cross paths again one day, if fate allows–it would be an honor to be graced with the sight of your pretty faces again!” He raised his sunglasses and winked at them, as if that would make the painfully lavish flattery any more appealing to them.

“Gross,” one of the girls muttered, sneering at him.

“Freak,” the second girl jeered, and the two of them spun around and walked off in the other direction.

Todomatsu could only gape at the scene that had just unfolded before him, his jaw nearly scraping the pavement. “Karamatsu…what the hell was that?” he exclaimed, once he’d finally recovered enough to find his voice.

Karamatsu blinked, fazed at first, then slipped his sunglasses back on and grinned.  “You know how it is, my dear Totty. I was merely trying to recruit some Karamatsu girls, but they didn’t seem interested.”

“I should say not!” Todomatsu sputtered, glaring at him. “Do you really think any girl is going to like being approached by some random guy and then flirted with?! Because I can almost guarantee you that’s not the case!”

Karamatsu blinked, stunned at the sudden outburst. “I wasn’t trying to do anything bad…I simply enjoy complimenting anyone who seems like they’d enjoy it.”

“And has anyone so far, Karamatsu?” Todomatsu prompted, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Because last I checked, you don’t exactly have a swarm of Karamatsu girls flocking around you. Your act is ridiculous, and I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Ahh…my sincerest apologies, my dear brother. I certainly never meant to cause you any issue with—“

“God, do you even listen to yourself talk?! Everything always has to be so flowery and perfect with you!” Todomatsu spat, suddenly unable to hold back. “Why can’t you just be normal for once? Why couldn’t I have a brother who won’t constantly embarrass me whenever we go out?”

Karamatsu blanched, looking stricken…and maybe just a bit hurt by Todomatsu’s harsh words. “Todomatsu…” he began, voice quieter than usual.

“No. I don’t want to talk about this now.” Todomatsu twirled on his heel and marched forward. “Let’s just…lets just go home.”

Karamatsu said nothing in response, but Todomatsu could hear his footsteps shuffling dejectedly after him. He tried not to pay any attention to it. His cheeks were still bright pink and burning, and he felt a tight knot coil around his stomach. He just wanted to get home and forget this whole stupid thing even happened.

His phone buzzed in his pocket then, and he slid it out and glanced at the screen. A text from Atsushi. His eyes lid up as he read.

Ooh, a mixer next weekend—and he’s inviting me to go with him again! I guess I didn’t do too badly last time around if he’s willing to ask me back…if course I’m going to this!

“Todomatsu….”

Todomatsu ignored Karamatsu, brushing him off. His fingers flew across the screen as he rapidly composed his text, eyes on his phone as he kept walking.

“Todomatsu…!”

Again Todomatsu didn’t listen. He was too busy debating on what emoji would be the best to end his text with. Hmm…got it, playful smile. Aaaand done! He smirked with satisfaction as he hit “send.”

“TODOMATSU, WATCH OUT!!”

This time Karamatsu was screaming, pulling Todomatsu’s attention away from his phone at last and to the road he suddenly found himself walking across.

It all happened in a blur.

Todomatsu saw the car careening around the corner and driving too fast toward him, too fast for him to react. He froze right there, too stricken with horror to react, to move. A loud, bellowing honk from a car horn ripped through his ears, making his whole body vibrate…

…And then he was pushed forcefully out of the way as Karamatsu ran forward, shoving him as hard as he could.

Todomatsu hit the ground face-first at around the same time he heard a sickening thunk from behind him. His phone slipped from his grip and bounced across the street, a spiderweb of thin cracks spreading across the screen as it landed. The screen flickered before fading to black.

Todomatsu scrambled to his knees and snatched up his phone, hands shaking. Behind him, he could hear the door of a car open and slam shut. He didn’t think he could handle turning around.

No. This didn’t just happen.

There was a commotion all around him, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears. Through the din he heard someone calling for an ambulance.

This is not happening.

“I didn’t see them there!” A voice, screaming frantically. “They just ran right out in front of my car, I swear!”

It’s not, it’s not, it’s, not…

“Please, get an ambulance here as soon as possible!” Someone was barking into their cell phone. “He’s unconscious and losing blood!”

Todomatsu couldn’t deny this anymore. He immediately got up and turned around, to where the group of people had gathered.

It can’t be Karamatsu, he can’t be hurt, he can’t be, he just can’t be…!

He pushed his way through the crowd…and when he saw who they were circled around he felt like he was going to be sick.

Karamatsu lay on the ground, inches away from the front end of a car, his body looking twisted the wrong way. He couldn’t see where it was coming from, but there was a pool of blood leaking under his head. Blood…oh god, blood….

“Karamatsu-niisan…” Todomatsu’s voice wavered, and suddenly he was breaking down in tears as he knelt beside his brother, hands hovering over him, wanting to hold him but too afraid to touch him. “Nii-san…nii-san, p-please, be okay, you have to be okay…can you hear me? Can you answer me?”

Silence. Karamatsu’s eyes were closed, as if he were deep in sleep. The only indication Todomatsu could see that he was even still alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“Nii-san…” Todomatsu whispered, sniffling, moving to gently touch Karamatsu’s shoulder. The second eldest didn’t so much as flinch. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…this is my fault, this is all my fault….”

The shrill wail of a siren pierced the air then, and the flashing red-and-white lights of the ambulance came into view. Todomatsu wiped at his tears with one hand, reaching down and squeezing one of Karamatsu’s hands in his own.

“Nii-san, help is here…they’re going to help you, okay? You’re going to be okay…please, nii-san…I-I need you to be okay…I need you to live…okay?” He squeezed his brother’s hand again, tears blurring his vision.

He didn’t get so much as a tiny squeeze back.

—————

The wait in the hospital waiting room was unbearable. Todomatsu couldn’t stop pacing—not even after his own family had arrived, smothering him in hugs and fussing over his own minimal injuries. Everyone was a nervous wreck, on edge as they waited for any news on Karamatsu’s condition.

The whole time Todomatsu paced, he was silently berating himself.

This is all your fault. You did this to him. If you had just been watching where you were going he wouldn’t have had to save you, and he’d be fine right now.

Another thought occurred to him, one that made him feel instantly sick to his stomach.

All those awful things I said to him…they felt true at the time, but that was the last thing I said to him before this happened…what if something is seriously wrong and he…he doesn’t make it? I’ll never see him again, I’ll never talk to him again…I never got to say I’m sorry.

Fresh tears sprang in his eyes, and he collapsed onto the upholstered chair between Osomatsu and Choromatsu. They did their best to comfort him through their own concerns, but it was no use. Todomatsu didn’t think he deserved to be consoled, anyway.

It’s all my fault. I deserve to be miserable for the rest of my life…and if anything happens to Kara, I will be.

A couple of hours passed before a doctor finally came out to talk to them. By then everyone was holding their breath, terrified by what they might hear. It came as a huge relief when the doctor finally spoke—Karamatsu was pretty badly injured, but he would be fine. He had a concussion and a couple of broken ribs, and they planned on keeping him there for observation for a few days, but it was nothing life-threatening now that he’d regained consciousness.

Yet even with that good news, Todomatsu still felt wracked with guilt. He’ll survive, but he still shouldn’t have to be here now in the first place. I should be the one in the hospital right now…

When the doctor let each of them take turns visiting Karamatsu, Todomatsu couldn’t bring himself to at first. He let everyone else go before him, as he sat quietly and contemplated everything. Would Karamatsu even want to see him now? If it had been the other way around, would Todomatsu want to have a visit with the person who’d risked his life just after insulting him so brutally? He didn’t think he would…

“Todomatsu? Honey?” Matsuyo’s voice broke into his thoughts. “It’s your turn, if you’d like. Karamatsu was hoping to see you.”

Hoping to see me…? He really does want to see me? Who knows why…probably just to yell at me.

But he didn’t say that. All he could croak out was a weak, “Okay.”

Slowly, Todomatsu stood on shaking legs and walked down the hall toward Karamatsu’s room. He braced himself as he knocked, then turned the knob, not knowing what to expect.

Karamatsu lay in the bed closest to the window, propped up by a few pillows. His head was heavily bandaged, and when he turned toward Todomatsu he could see the bruising on his cheeks and around his blackened eye. Todomatsu drew in a deep breath, resisting the urge to gasp.

“Todomatsu…hi.” Karamatsu tried to sit up a little in bed, winching as he did so. Todomatsu flinched inwardly, thinking about his broken ribs and how badly that must hurt.

“Hi…um, you don’t have to sit up,” Todomatsu said quickly. “You can just lay down again…it looks like you’re in pain.”

“They put me on an IV with pain medicine to help for now….but I think I will lay down again anyway, if you don’t mind.” Karamatsu slowly eased himself back against his pillow again. He looked a little worn out, as far as Todomatsu could tell.

“Mom said…she said you wanted to see me?” Todomatsu ventured hesitantly, wringing his hands. “Is…is everything okay…?”

“Actually…that’s what I wanted to ask.” Karamatsu’s voice was so sincere right now, lacking the usual sparkle he spoke with. “I was worried about you…I wanted to make sure you were doing alright after the accident. Are you okay?”

“I…wait…you mean, you were worried me?” Todomatsu asked, taken aback.

“Yes…the whole situation must have been so scary, and I was worried about how you took it and if you’d gotten hurt…are you okay?”

Todomatsu bowed his head, gaze locked on the floor. Suddenly his eyes welled with tears, and before he could stop himself he was burying his face in his hands as he sobbed.

“T-Todomatsu…?” Karamatsu asked, alarmed. “What’s wrong…?”

“You…you idiot!” Todomatsu wailed, voice trembling as he struggled to contain his tears. “Y-you were the one who got hit by a c-car! I’m the one who was worried about you this whole time, thinking you might die! I don’t…I don’t deserve to be worried about! Not when this whole thing is my fault!”

“Todomatsu…”

“I-I was so horrible to you today, and I didn’t get a chance to apologize…” Todomatsu babbled on tearfully. “I said such terrible things…but the truth is, if you weren’t like this, if you were just a normal brother…I’d miss it! I’d miss you! I…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“Todomatsu…please, come here.” Karamatsu patted the spot next to him on the bed.

Todomatsu relented at first, then gave in, perching at the edge of the bed. Karamatsu leaned toward him, wrapping him up in a one-armed embrace with the arm not currently hooked up to tubes.

“Todomatsu, I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this so much,” he said after a moment, still holding his sniffling younger brother close. Todomatsu stayed a little rigid, terrified of hurting him again.

“B-but…it was my fault…”

“This could have happened to any of us. It was all an accident. Please don’t keep worrying about it.”

“But…what about those terrible things I said…?”

“I’ve heard worse before. Don’t worry about that, either.”

Todomatsu sniffed again, wiping his nose with his hoodie sleeve despite his better judgement. He still wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t his fault…but at least Karamatsu was speaking to him, rather than screaming at him or, worse, giving him the cold shoulder. Maybe that meant something, after all.

“I…I’m so sorry, Karamatsu-niisan,” Todomatsu whispered hoarsely, brushing away the last of his tears.

“It’s okay. Let’s not worry about this anymore today…tomorrow will be a brighter day, and I think everyone could use some rest now.” Karamatsu yawned a little then, and scooted over slightly in bed. He indicated for Todomatsu to lay beside him. Reluctantly he did, resting his head against one of the pillows. Karamatsu kept his arm protectively around him.

Todomatsu still felt terrible. Deep in his heart he knew that what happened today was still his fault—if not due to his biting remarks, than because of not paying attention. No matter how he spun it, all the evidence pointed to him being the one to blame. But right now, he didn’t want to keep pressing it. Karamatsu seemed so exhausted, and Todomatsu was tired, too.

Together, the two drifted off to sleep, Karamatsu holding Todomatsu close and guarding him once more.

[sept-dix]

college au! aron

summary: you and aron are uni roommates genre: fluff a/n: requested; i feel like i’m trying to singlehandedly end the aron drought here lol hope u enjoy!!

yknow the myth about art students living off of virtually no sleep and no money is not entirely false

as a visual arts major who’s only still alive thanks to 20 cent instant ramen and the discovery of the red bull + coffee mixture, you would know

what you didn’t know was that journalism majors had it almost worse, bc with all news platforms having to publish their stuff at the break of dawn it was a given that they had to slave away while the rest of the world was asleep in order to even get something meaningful done during internship periods

the workload is also intense so even during non-internship periods they’re buried in work

you learnt this (and more) from aron

at the start of your second year in uni your existing roommate had dropped out of college, leaving you with an empty apartment which was both too big and too expensive 

and as you’d been aimlessly walking around your campus after school one day trying to think of possibilities for a better living arrangement, you’d fatefully come across an advertisement for someone looking for a roommate

the thing that had caught your eye was the shockingly low rent 

given the rlly cramped and small nature of the actual flat of course the rent wasn’t unexpected but you couldn’t care less about space at that moment

so yeah, you called and this guy called aron picked up and you two became roommates just like that

aron was so relieved and thankful when you called him and eventually became his roommate bc just like you, he was rlly tight on money

but let’s just say he just got even more thankful with time

when he first opened the door to you it would be an understatement to say that he was surprised

because well..,,, he looked at you once and got overwhelmed by how good looking you were

and you were moving in all your thousand of art supplies and the whole time you kept apologising bc you had to make so many trips and you kept getting in his way and he thought that was so cute

that first night you insisted that you make dinner as thanks for him letting you be his roommate

but he insisted that he make dinner as thanks for you wanting to be his roommate in the first place

so the both of you just ended up making dinner together 

it was nothing fancy you guys just made pasta lol

but you two had so much fun making it!!! 

you were exchanging pasta sauce recipes and tips with each other and aron tried so hard to stop himself but every now and then he kept finding himself thinking about how cute you were

somewhere in the back of his brain, there were warning sirens ringing trying to tell him that he shouldn’t be thinking like this about you because you were his roommate,,, it would mess things up big time

but what can i say aron ignored those sirens lol

both of you were naturally very sensitive of each other’s needs and preferences so it was almost too easy for you two to fall into a comfortable routine

like you’d wake him up before you left for your 9am class on tuesday because he had a 9.30 one

and he’d do the same for you on thursday when the situation was reversed

it just so happened that you came home earlier on 3 days of the week and he came home earlier on the rest of the days

so you’d cook the both of you dinner when you were back first and he’d do the same when he’s back first

and towards the end of the month there were always those few days when you guys had to make do with instant ramen lol rip

you two never rlly meant for this to happen but you guys ended up bonding a lot through these shared dinner times

admittedly it wasn’t too often that the two of you actually ate dinner at the same time 

but when those times did come, you two always ended up just talking or watching a tv show together

as it so happened you guys loved the same tv shows so that’s great

and he loved hearing about your art stuff bc well he’s an aspiring journalist and he loves to hear about everything

and you loved hearing about what he’s studying just bc you never really knew much about it before and he made it seem super interesting

you didn’t know this but during all those times aron was thinking to himself ok so not only are you super cute you are also interesting and ambitious and passionate and nice???? not fair 

but it wasn’t exactly that he had a crush on you or anything

lol jk he had a crush on you

a small teeny tiny one that grew concrete and huge over one fine weekend

which wasn’t so fine because well,, aron was sick

he was down with the flu and he had a high fever and he couldn’t even get out of bed

not only was he physically sick but yknow when people are sick and away from home they get extra homesick and emo

so yeah he was feeling like shit in all aspects of the word

and he had gotten sick when he was still living with his old roommate

that time he had just had a slight case of the flu he didn’t even have fever or anything

but his roommate had avoided him like he had the plague or something just bc he didn’t want it to spread to him

so naturally aron expected you to do the same and stay far away from you but what did you do instead?

that’s right

you made him soup

and you stuck a thermometer in his mouth

and you forced him to tell you any medical allergies he had so you could go out and buy him flu medicine

and then you came back with the medicine and forced him to eat it with soup and then stayed by his side for another 15 mins just to make sure he was okay

15 mins might seem like a short time but considering the huge assignment you had due in 2 days which you hadn’t even started on, 15 mins was as good as half a day

and i guess you could say that’s when aron knew he was in trouble

you’re cute and nice and interesting and everything but you’re also good at taking care of him

it’s all too much for him

so he decided to consult his bro minki on the situation

and minki being minki told aron to confess asap in the most corny and cringey and extravagant way

and aron wanted to follow that advice (at least a part of it) but when he got home that day and saw you smiling at your phone for god knows what reason

he realised that he knew all sorts of things about you but he didn’t know whether you had someone you liked or someone you were already dating or whatever

and of course he was too nervous to ask you about it at that moment bc you were already smiling at your phone meaning there was a high chance you were already being sent lovey dovey text messages from the love of your life

but you would have told him if you had a boyfriend right?

right?

well idk but that’s all that went through aron’s mind that day

and he tried to look for more signs that you were already taken throughout the course of the next few days but he didn’t catch anything else except for that one smiling at your phone event

so he reported this back to minki and minki all but hit him 

“why tf you doing all this when i clearly told you to just conFESS??”

 so aron tried another time

this time, thankfully, you weren’t doing anything suspicious like smiling at your phone

you were just on the floor in your room working on a huge canvas painting for one of your classes

as soon as you noticed him walking in you asked him his opinion on the piece

“it’s supposed to be a study of movement, i’m not exactly sure if this is what my professor wants but what do you think?”

“oh well it’s great”

bc duh aron doesn’t know anything about how a proper study of movement should look lol

he just stood there watching you work for a little longer before you noticed him

“is there a reason why you’re just standing there looking at me, aron?”

“no! i mean well, yes, actually. yeah, i mean yes”

you chuckled at his clumsiness and that put him at ease for a moment

“ok then, what is it?”

he took a deep breath and

“i was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me this saturday?”

“.... aron are u ok we always have dinner together on saturdays unless one of us is busy or smth lol”

“yes but this wouldn’t be our usual dinner. i could bring you to that japanese place down the road from here and we could perhaps catch a movie afterwards?”

ah

“... are you asking me out?”

“yeah i guess you could say that”

the few seconds you spent looking at him then almost made him pass out bc they convinced him you were going to say no but-

“sure, it’s a date!”

needless to say the date went great bc well,, it isn’t an unknown fact that you two match each other super well

in fact, it goes so well that one date turns into two, which turns into a few

and before you know it, you’ve been introduced to minki as the person aron’s in an actual relationship with

aron finds out months later that the moment you started falling for him had been the same one when he’d been so sick that he was out of his mind

and he had looked up at you and whined that “he would have really missed his mommy if you hadn’t been there to make him soup”

that’s so cute

soon you guys become one of the established College Couples in campus

with him walking you to your classes all the way in the arts building

and you hanging around in his editing studio while he types away about something or the other

and the both of you always grabbing dinner together at the end of the day

what can i say uni isn’t so bad when you’ve got someone like aron by your side hehe

[orderofthefanfic]

Because I Love You

A lovely request from @milleniumxhan “ I legit can’t remember my request I’m sorryyy! But here’s another one? Lololol sorrryyyy! Ummm so a Han Solo x reader where you get hurt and he’s hella protective over you and you’re like “I can take care of myself” and yeah but then he like confesses his love for you and you’re astonished cause he actually is worried about loosing you when you didn’t think he cared about u. And then you kiss and chewie walks in and it’s rlly fluffy and yah! Sorry again! ” I hope you like it!! I haven’t really written in a while so i hope it isn’t bad. Feedback and respective criticism would be greatly appreciated and helps me grow as a writer! And it makes me happy :) Enjoy! 

The brunette standing in front of you irritated you to no end. He was always on your nerves, making sly comments, stupid jokes, and worst of all, underestimating you. You wondered why he stuck around you. Always talking you back into rejoining him, flying around in that piece of junk ship he refused to get rid of. He was a complete and utter jerk, and you couldn’t stand it. So when the sirens went off in the base and pilots began to rush to their respective fighters, you made it quickly through the crowd, doing your best to avoid the oaf. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, no. But exactly the opposite. You harbored a small crush for the scoundrel, and it made you livid. He was an idiot. An immature, selfish, over-confident dick. You didn’t know why you liked him. Until he looked at you, that is. The minute his face was in view, that tiny little flame for him inside of you licked to life. He was adorable. Shame such a pretty face was wasted on such a ginormous blockhead. You huffed aloud, finally reaching your ship. You lowered the boarding ramp, walking up it and striding into the cockpit, flipping switches and pressing buttons, firing up the engines, and preparing to take off. You turned on the communicators, the speaker crackling to life with the panicked chatter of pilots talking back and forth as the Alliance geared up to fight. You were in the air before you could think about what you were doing, guns blazing as you took down Imperial ships left and right. ”(Y/n)? (Y/n), come in.” Hearing the voice of the man that could raise your blood pressure by the mere mention of his name calling out to you, startled you slightly, catching you off guard and causing you to nearly crash directly into a tie fighter, narrowly avoiding it with a swift jerk to the left. “What, Han?!” You snapped at him, frustrated that he would bother you in the middle of a battle. He was quick to reply, disbelief and anger evident in his voice, “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?” “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m fighting the Empire, what do you think?”  You were already done with the man. He must think you were just some helpless little girl. You’d fought before and you were damn good at. You weren’t just going to sit by while the base was under attack. Swerving to miss another fighter, blasting them to bits just milliseconds afterwards with precise aim, you waited for Solo to respond. “You’re gonna get yourself killed, you can’t fight off all these ships!” You whipped your head towards the communicator, a disbelieving look on your face. Are you kidding me? He really thinks I’m that incapable? The very thought made you beyond apoplectic. This asshole had no right to tell you what you could and could not do. You opened your mouth to respond but before you could get a sound out, you were violently shaken out of your chair, the lights in the cockpit flashing red as sparks flew from the wires. While you were distracted by the conversation, a pilot had managed to hit you, taking out one of your engines. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” You cursed rapidly, climbing back into your seat as you gripped the joystick, trying desperately to steady the craft as it began to descend. “(Y/n)? What happened? What’s going on?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned as he questioned you. You tried to respond but your mind was in a jumble, “I…My…shit. I’m hit. Someone got the drop on me, I’m hit. My right engine is out and I’m going down fast.” The cockpit was quaking madly and you weren’t sure how you were going to land with the damage. “Alright just..hold on. I’m swinging the Falcon around and I’ll be right there.” Han frantically spoke, the whir of his engines breaking through the speakers. “Han, there’s nothing you can do. I’m gonna have to put her down as best I can…If i can.” You mumbled the last part, both hands tightly grasping the joystick as you pulled back, hoping to slow your fall. You groaned as you fought the ship, attempting to lessen the rocking as you plummeted to the hard ground. “(Y/n) pull up! Pull u-” It hurt for a brief second before darkness engulfed your vision.

It was hot. Smoke was filling your lungs, everything hurt, your ears were ringing, and your forehead felt wet with a sticky substance. You could only let out a breathy moan. Tears pricked your eyes as pain shot all over your body. Your sight was fuzzy, covered with a haze of smoke and lined with a black abyss that tried to creep into the rest of your perception and take over your eyesight. Your breathing was coming in quick, shallow breaths that hurt your chest with every inhale. A speck of movement caught your eye, fighting your drooping lids to see what was there. The hazy form began to take shape and looked like an arm, reaching in to grab debris and push it out of the way. “Ouch!” A muffled voice hissed, as the hand pulled back quickly, the heat of the metal burning it. You couldn’t fight your eyelids anymore as they closed, your mind beginning to shut down. You were pulled out of your decline by a warm, calloused hand gently resting upon your cheek, tilting your head carefully. You could hear talking but you could not make out any words. it sounded almost as if your were underwater, your ears clogged with the clear liquid. You used everything you had to lift your heavy lids to see the figure in front of you. The voice began to get more clear as you focused, “(Y/n)? Come on (Y/n) stay with me. C’mon. Look at me.” You could barely make out the features but you knew the voice. Han. You’d never been happier to see him in your life. He looked you over, hand feathering over your body as he assessed your injuries. “Shit…(Y/n)…I’m gonna get you out. You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you out.” He reassured you repeatedly, his hands tenderly scooping under your back and knees, lifting you from the ground. A pained groan went past your lips and tears fell from your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I’ve gotta get you out of here. I know it hurts I’m sorry.” His voice held complete guilt at causing you pain, sadness and worry taking over his normally smug tone. He held you close to his chest, tucking your head gently against his shoulder securely. You no longer had any energy to fight the dark, Han’s pleas for you to stay awake falling deaf on your eyes as your eyes rolled back in your skull and you succumbed to the void.

You could feel something on the back of your hand. It was rough, but the pressure was soft, moving around in a light circular motion as something brushed your hair line away from your bandaged forehead. A soft breath escaped your lips, your head slouched over as you twisted your sore neck to the side. You couldn’t yet bring your eyes to open themselves, the lack of energy making even staying conscious a chore.The rubbing on your hand stopped, a light shuffling and the creaking of a chair beside you reached your ears as well as the dry and tired voice of Han, “(Y/n)?” It was soft, careful to make sure that if you weren’t awake it wouldn’t rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, blinking fiercely at the blinding white lights hanging over the bed you were lying in. Han was quick to act, his hand coming up to shade you from the harsh glare and turning around to direct the bot behind him to dim the bulbs. His arm lowered slowly, allowing you to adjust. Your vision was still very hazy but it sharpened enough for you to see his face. “Han?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, cracking as it pushed past your sore throat. He quickly bent over, grabbing a glass of water as he offered it to you. You accepted it graciously, he held it softly to your lips, assisting you with drinking it as he spoke, “Yeah, yeah, its me.” You took a few deep breaths, the soreness of your whole body making everything difficult. “How long was I out?” You moaned out the question, attempting to sit up with a hiss. He leaned forward, looking hesitant in letting you sit up, but deciding to help you anyways. “About a week,” he replied softly, looking down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers,”They had you in the bacta tank for a few days. Almost everything is healed, but you’ll be stuck in this bed for a bit.” You sighed, closing your eyes, dreading being forced in to bed rest. He looked up at you briefly, sighing, before he cleared his throat, “(Y/n)…what the hell were you doing out there?” You darted your eyes toward him, an angered look instantly taking over your features as you shot back, “Excuse me?” He sat back in his chair, his expression becoming agitated, “What the hell were you doing? You could have gotten yourself killed. You almost did. You should have waited for me” You arched your brow at him, scoffing as you crossed your arms, painfully, over your chest, eyeing him down, “I can take care of myself, Han. I had it.” He scoffed as well, leaning back, looking over you with an annoyed expression as he shot back, “Yeah it sure looks like it. You almost got killed out there!” “I’m fine.” “You might not have been.” You rolled your eyes at him, getting angrier by the second, “Well I am. So get off my back.” “I thought you were dead!” He shouted back, hands flying in the air as he sat up in his chair. “Oh please, like you care!” You matched his volume, leaning towards him in anger, “Why would you?” “Because I love you?!” He yelled the confession at you before his mind caught up to what he was saying. His eyes widened in terror, hand slapping on his mouth. You were about to scream back until the words finally processed in your head. Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. “You…you what?” You stammered, your hands started to shake and your heart began to beat out of your chest. He had paled slightly, not knowing how to respond, “I..look i…” he sighed, giving up on trying to pull back from what had just escaped his mouth, “I love you, okay? I love you. And i thought I lost you and it scared the shit out of me.” Your breathing picked up, looking him in the eye, darting back and forth from each one, searching for any sign of a fallacy in his hazel orbs. He stared right back, an emotion glowing in his eyes that you had never seen before, love. He looked like he was about to speak, but he huffed before disregarding whatever thought he had before catching you off guard. He leaned forward quickly, a hand resting on the mattress as the other held your cheek gently as he swiftly placed his lips onto yours in an impatient kiss. You didn’t have time to get past the shock, close your eyes, and enjoy the kiss before it was over. He pulled back quickly, looking apologetic as he backed away from you, “I’m sorry, I…shouldn’t have done that.” He was about to stand up before you stopped him, your hand coming up to your face, your fingers feathering over your lips, feeling the leftover tingle of the lingering kiss, “I never knew I was waiting for that to happen. But it couldn’t have come soon enough.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked at him shyly, hoping he wouldn’t run. He looked at you for a second, debating, before a grin spread across his face. He turned to face you directly, leaning back down towards you. You gripped his collar, pulling him the rest of the way to you, crashing his lips onto yours again. It was passionate, loving, and oh how you loved it. The kiss was deepening as he leaned further into you, trying to get closer to you before you both jumped at the chuckle of Chewbacca behind you. Han whipped around, giving his friend an annoyed look. Chewie bantered at Han, waving his hand at him. Han rolled his eyes, as you let out quiet and bashful laugh, “You did not know, you big carpet. It was not that obvious.” Han defended himself as waved the giant off. The wookie rolled his eyes, nodding his head towards you as he left. Han rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking at you with a nervous chuckle. You lifted your eyes to his, your hair falling slightly in front of your face, dropping your gaze as you shyly tucked it back behind your ear. Giving him a quick glance, you began to giggle lightly. He chuckled in response, stepping back over to you. “Sit with me?” You quietly asked, peeking up at him nervously with your head still lowered. He smiled, walking over and climbing in carefully next to you. He wrapped his arm behind your back gently, cautious of your injuries. You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for moment before you spoke up quietly, “I love you too.” He arched his eyebrows, looking down at you, “Huh?” You looked up at him, meeting his gaze as you smiled, “I said, I love you too.” The grin that instantly lifted his perfect lips spread wide across his face. He bent his head down and lightly pecked you on the lips, pulling you closer to him as he tightened his grip on your waist slightly. You rested your head back down with a contented sigh. You didn’t recall when you fell asleep, but you were sure it had been the best sleep of your life.