#im so tired im passing out & there was another bastard in the bathroom. if i wasnt so depressed id laugh maniacally

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Would you be willing to write a scenario about Kai's s/o going in to labor and the delivery? Maybe just Kaito?

Lets give plague doctor more heart attacks :D

Honestly? You deserved at minimun a pat on your back, because carrying a child is not easy... and aparently carrying a Chisaki inside you was equal to hell.

Deadly cramps, torturous nauseas and dear lord even comenting the word 'peas' left you wanting to pull all of your stomach out.... all of this for exactly seven months and a half already.

The baby was surely a fighter. His kicks were dead ass strong and ever time it was a bad one, you would wince in pain while supporting yourself on somewhere.

This baby was going to knock you out at some point...

Ever time Kai notice that this was happening he would place his entire gloved and scold his unborn child.

'Not even in here and are already causing trouble brat? Be good to your mother or we might have trouble.'

It was always in that same no emotions present tone of voice of his but you could see the genuine adoration in those usual cold golden eyes.

Although today you were feeling quite... normal.

No deadly kicks, neither the urge to puke ans surprisingly your feets weren't sore!

What a great day!

You got up from your chair to grab something to eat as you carresed slightly your belly on the way.

Although when you were already half the hall you started to feel dizzy and had to support yourself omwith one hand on the wall.

"Woah not looking great there miss. You good?" You heard Mimic's voice but when you looked down you just saw a black blur.

"Y-Yeah..." you took a shaky step "I guess."

"You guess?" Mimic spoke in sarcasm while Chrono coincidentally entered. Irinaka pointed to you for Kurono to see as he also made a slightly concerned face.

Before the man could ask what was going on, you felt as if a hammer had hit you in the gut while you howled in pain, no longer holding back the discomfort or the recent, unbearable pain.

Chrono and Mimic were immediately on your side when you almost fell to the ground. In your mind passes a thought that scared you to no ends and just to confirm you lowered your hand lower to push it back to see that your terrors were true.

Blood and other fluid... your water bag broke... The baby was coming earlier.

You let out a bloody scream at seing this and another joilt of pain came into you.

"ShIT ShE'S DyInG?!"

"Of course fucking not Irinaka! Shut up!" Chrono went to lend you a shoulder but you stopped him.

"K-Kurono... P-Please... K-Kai.. H-Here." You said between breaths, trying to stal calm since you knew this was going to stress the fuck out of everyone... especially Chisaki.

Hari didn't even objected and ran looking for Chisaki as Irinaka came back into his human form to at least see if it helps.

"Breath chick, you're a fucking fighter to carry that little shit."

"MIMIC!" you shouted and the man apologized at seing the anger in your eyes.

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Chisaki was currently looking at the medicals exams of his unborn son along with the first ultrasound picture. The boy was going to be here soon and after a very long time he felt anxious.

He flinched at the way the door of his office hitted the wall as Chrono shouted his name.

"What the hell Chrono? Lost your manners?" He said darkly while placing the documents inside of his drawer.

"(Y/N)." He said while pointing at your direction "She's bleeding."

In one blink of Kurono's eyes Chisaki was already running through the house while placing his mask up.

Shit. What had happened?! Were you okay?!

"Angel." He called, ignoring his horror at seing the state you were in, and kneeled on the floor.

"Baby... coming." You breath out while jolting in pain again.

Damn those contractions

He cringed at your whines but ignored his own discomfort and scooped you up in his arms in bridal style as he shouted for a precept to clean ths mess as long for Chrono to get the fuck in the car.

Mimic swore he saw the walls trembling.

~

"Count to ten angel." He said monoustly but the way his hands tremble slightly and the hint of desperation in his eyes told everthing.

You screamed as the car suddenly roughly spun aside, the last drop of patience on your husband completely gone.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT CHRONO?!"

"IM SORRY BUT A GUY ALMOST HITTED THE FUCKING CAR AND COULD HAVE KILLED US YOU KNOW?!" Poor Hari was consumed by both you and Overhaul's desperation.

"Oh my god both oF YOU SHUT UP!" You shouted causing both of them to be completly silent all the ride to the hospital.

He was going to talk to you about that later, but maybe it was a understatement since you were giving birth at this point.

~

Kurono had to hold back Chisaki when a bunch of nurses just pulled you out of Kai's arms and a doctor told him to wait outside.

His wife was giving birth to his soon son and he was supposed to wait OUTSIDE YOU FILFH UNPROFESSIONAL BASTARD?!

When a nurse came to Chrono, asking for him to get out of the room since only it was allowed the father, he arched one eyebrow at her and pointed with his palm at a very furious Chisaki, silently saying 'Im the one keeping the beast calm, you sure about that?'.

The nurse just gave him a apologetic look before, with the nerves on their skin of talking to a dangerous man of the yakusa, calling Overhaul.

The way Chisaki looked at them could be described as murderous and if he had a laser vision quirk the poor nurse would be already dead on the spot.

"I-I'm sorry! But you can enter now." She bowed apologetically while indicating the door for Chisaki.

He didn't even acknowledge her as he entered the room abruptly, ignoring many looks of the doctors and just making a bee line at you.

Despite your eyebags and squirming in pain figurine, you still manage to look angelic... just incredible.

"Angel, it's almost over." He said monoustly, a mix of pain and relief at seing the way you opened your eyes.

"Kai..." you whispered while crying... your hand desperately hilding the bed sheets as you cried out...

"Dad hold her hand!" A male nurse suggested and you almost laughed if it wasn't for the torturous pain you were in.

Someone was trying to give others to Chisaki? Your Chisaki Kai? Great joke.

Chisaki narrowed his eyes at the man befofe cringing at seing you crying again... you were in so much pain but yet refused to just grab his hand because you knew him.

He suddenly left to a quick bathroom and picked a hand sanitizer and a handkerchief.... the scene was almost comic to the doctors and nurses. A soon to be father wipping his wife's hand before holding it onto his gloved one.

"You don't change do you?" You whispered while smilling at him, pure appreciation and love on your eyes as you looked into those beautiful golden ones that you had fallen with.

"Why should I?" He said monotonously but you could see the hints of a smile behind that black face mask of his.

His hand suddenly cracked at your strenght as you turned your head away from him to muffle your screams.

...ouch.

The doctors were surprised because they LISTENED to his hand cracking and he was just... there. He suddenly glared at them with pire hate as his words spilled from his kouth like venom.

"Bunch of incompetents, my wife is having a kid and you just stand there without doing nothing? Move and help her before I lose my pacience bunch of filfh." They flinched before returning to their activities whiel Kai scoffed 'sicks' under his breath.

Your screams had stopped and your grip on his hand released, putting the pieces together he looked up and saw a tiny creature on the arms of one nurse.

"You did it." He amused out loud while you only let out a sleep deprived 'yay' before closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

He picked the handkerchief and wiped your forehead gently before looking down at you.

"You're sweaty..."

"No shit sherlock I just gave birth." You said between breaths and giggles receiving a pinch on your arm along with a scoff of his.

"W-Why isn't he crying?" You suddenly breath out.

Shit. Is true. He haven't heard his son cries. He looked uo already with anger before he saw the doctor bringing a white blanket and handing rubbing the face of your new born to you.

"See mommy? Your baby is fine." He felt butterflies forming inside his stomach at seing the little boy face in contact with yours... you smilling tiredly but still manage to open your eyes to look at your son.

"Kaito... is so nice to meet you.." you teared up at seing your baby for the first time... he had his father looks.

He punched his chest to prevent any hints of despicable tears fron falling from his eyes but it was really damn difficult... Luckily he managed to stay with his stoic face at least.

The moment though he saw you closing your eyes he internally panicked.

"Angel." He grabbed your face and shook slightly, checking your pulse with his other hand and sighing in relief at feeling your heartbeat on his fingers.

"She is just tired, will come back as soon as she recuperates... would you like to hold your son mister?"

He eyed the doctor in suspicion before choosing to only look at his son, eyes secretly telling how much he was willing to do for this little one already.

"Place him on the crib for now. I want my wife to see the scene, she wouldn't leave me alone after knowing that I holded my son without her seing it." He spoke crudely amd coldly at the doctor bit they didn't seemed to mind at first.

The doctor nodded in understatement before placing the kid carefilly down on the crib, right besides Kai as he sitted on the edge of the bed... holding your hand in his gloved ones.

He took a glance at his sleeping son and decided to just carres the tip of his thumb on the chubby cheek.

He swore the kid just smiled at the contact... a simple contact... but it was rather a nice feeling.

"I made this brat..." he mused out loud for himself before smirking down at his son and bringing your freahly washed head to rest on him instead of the pillows of the hospital.

"Welcome to this world... Chisaki Kaito."

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #my writings #zuffer writings

[love-and-anarchy-au]

Love & Anarchy: Chapter 12

hell000000000000!!!!! AC3, IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS CHAPTERRRR!! is the longest i’ve written yet and is just so...w0w. i loved wriing this chapter, and thinking bout the dialogues, and the characters and gosh, i luv them all my babies <3 besides, this chapter isn’t as heavy as the previous one so enjoy this break ;)

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

Masterlist

Tag list: @healing-winston-pratt @dawniebb @obsidianfr3sk @nodrianbcyes @everyone-has-a-nightmare @magykaldealings @quinterickson @cerenoya @cassin-the-assasin

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

13 years old Alec

“Ace!”

    Alec just turned away, distracted and narrow-eyed, still wrapped in threadbare blankets on a mattress of the same thickness as a piece of paper. He didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to go to school, he didn't want to, he didn't want to, he didn't want to.

    He wanted to sleep.

    Alexandra Onitraze giggled.

    “Wake up, Artino. You won't make it to class by laying there.”

    Alec yawned and snorted at the same time. He opened his eyes widely, although his vision was still blurry, and he saw James Roselo, his best friend, watching him from the doorframe of his room, with his elegant gray clothes, his very expensive shoes and his hair combed to the side, with gel. He had a subtle smile on his face.

    They had appeared out of nowhere, since Alec hadn't heard them until a minute ago; product of James' teleportation, probably.

    Alexandra and James were Alec's best friends, his true family. Unlike Alec’s father and brother, they both accepted and loved him. The three of them had emigrated from Italy the same day, and thanks to something (God, maybe) their parents had decided to enroll them in the same primary school, where they met one more time and never separated again.

    Each had their story and their reality. Alexandra, her mother, and her siblings had emigrated from Italy when Alexandra's mother discovered that her husband was cheating on her and he proceeded to abandon them right after. Currently, Alexandra's mother was a sex worker, who accepted a roof to sleep under and a few dollars as her payment. Alexandra had a lot of siblings, but she was unaware of all of them, as they were all often troublesome (Alexandra herself included). She didn’t have a especific home, just a one room department where she kept her stuff, but she tended to sleep on bars or James’ house, as she didn’t want to be near her mother nor her siblings.

    James, for his part, was the son of a lesbian marriage of strict mothers. James had no siblings and lived in a fairly luxurious apartment in the center of the city. He was quite a strange being, very thoughtful, who played the piano and loved to read (in fact, he lent a lot of his books to Alec, under the excuse that he was being merciful to his brain, since the educational system would never teach him what he had to learn; books, on the other hand, would do).

    “Or maybe yes,” James said, responding to Alexandra's prediction. Then he asked, “Why don't you fly?”

    Alec snorted. Alexandra and James helped him train his powers during the weekend, on the coast. Some time ago, Alec had accidentally learned how to levitate. However, it was a skill that he still didn't know how to control very well. Alexandra said it was because he had an internal imbalance, and that until he found a trigger inside him to use his powers, he would be an unstable prodigy.

    The prognosis was grim. Alec still couldn't find his trigger.

    “I don't think it's worth being burned in public for being a damn prodigy who just wanted to get to school on time,” Alec muttered, in response to James.

     Alexandra looked at him sadly. Her eyes, which were accentuated by a bold winged eyeliner in their upper lash line, were loaded with infinite knowledge about Alec's everyday life.

     “Again?”

     It was not necessary to agree, the words were unnecessary. Another tremor had occurred at the apartment of Drain Way and Southwest 435. Dante had not lost the habit of spanking his son over the years and Alec had gained the habit of exploiting his powers when this happened. Apparently, his trigger was deeply connected to his survival instinct, but he believed it went beyond that. He was lucky his father hadn't found out about it and killed him yet, but with Dante being so drunk when he hit him, it was very likely that he believed the tremors shaking the building were only a side effect  of the alcohol in his body.

     “Calm down, Ace. You will learn to control your powers. What happened to the helmet?” James asked, moving closer to Alexandra and Alec. The three of them ended up sitting on the floor (with a mattress of the thickness of a piece of paper, sitting on it was practically sitting on the floor).

     Alec huffed.

     “I look ridiculous.”

     Alexandra laughed and stroked Alec's curly hair, intending for it to be a distracted move but  ended up coming off as an extremely calculated one.

     “You are powerful, Ace Artino. Don't forget that,” Alexandra said, in a whisper.

     James snorted. While he believed in the power of subtleties, he also believed that there was an exception to the rule when applied to flirting. As far as Alec knew, James didn't believe in love, at least not the romantic kind.

     “Go change, Artino, or we'll really be late,” James ordered.

     Alec nodded, searched the edge of the bed for his clothes, and went to the bathroom to change. A pair of old jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black jacket that was bigger than it should have been. Since they could no longer afford gel (David was selling fewer metals every day; Gatlon was actually very competent in that market), Alec turned on the water tap and filled his hands with it, then ran it through his hair. He took the wooden brush that had been Julieta's, and combed his hair back. He didn't have time to brush his teeth but he hadn't had had dinner the night before so it didn't make sense to do that.

     James and Alexandra were waiting for him in his room; they were lucky that Dante was gone (he barely ever was home) and that David had already been picked up by his friends to go to the cheapest private school Dante had managed to find. Alexandra had a hand resting on her hip, accentuating her curves even more, as they were already pretty much accentuated by the black strappy dress she was wearing. Alexandra always wore the most inappropriate clothes for every situation: formal and daring for school and careless and masculine for when she went out. It was almost as if  “rebellion” was her middle name.

     Maybe it was.

     Alec approached them.

     “Take my hand, you bastards,” James ordered, and suddenly, he took Alexandra and Alec's hands.

     And they teleported to school.

     Teleporting was a strange sensation and process. It was for your organs to shrink until your liver was next to your tongue and you could taste it; it was for your bones to separate until they were mixed as a premix; it was that your eyes multiplied and divided at the same time; it was your skin folding like origami

     And it was also the opposite. It was for your organs to inflate like balloons and hang in the air; it was for your bones to shrink and move away from each other like polar opposites; it was for your eyes to remain static and imperturbable, it was for your skin to stretch and stretch like a gum that Alexandra chewed.

     All of that, in a second.

     Alec hated and deeply loved what it meant to teleport.

     He knew James knew that.

     They were in front of the dilapidated building that was their school, the only public school in Gatlon. The building was at least half a century old, had dirty colonial-style arched windows, angry henchmen and angels with trumpets in the four corners of the building's roof, dirt from years marked vertically on the adobe walls, walnut doors that creaked, rough granite floors (which you wished would not to fall on), high ceilings and low ceilings, a fifty-square-foot basement, more than twenty pairs of rooms and bathrooms flooded since (probably) the construction of that place.

     Before becoming hell-for-students-only, it had been a madhouse (Alec could not escape the irony of that).

     Alec believed that such places were meant to be destroyed, and yet he feared that he would be the one to destroy it (intentionally or not) as James adored that deplorable, ancient construction; he’d even chosen to go there instead of going to Gatlon’s most prestigious private school, all because of his friends and the indifference of his mothers about it (they said that as long as he had the best grades in the entire school, he could assist any school he like).

     Furthermore, destroying their school would only earn him a one-way trip to be burned on Gatlon's main avenue, being the evening's entertainment.

     Maybe even James’ mothers would hunt him down if he did that.

     Alec sighed. One more day, one more day, one more day.

     James gave Alec and Alexandra five seconds to recover and then stepped onto the front porch. The massive walnut doors were already closed, but Alec opened them with his mind. Alexandra smiled at him and James nodded, pleased, as they passed through those doors and found themselves in the main hall.

     Professor Tatjer was waiting for them, her arms crossed.

     Marie Tatjer was a woman in her early eighties (she couldn't be eighty because she should have already retired at that age, but she seemed to be) who always wore a stern and tired expression. Her eyes were tiny, her skin was wrinkled like a sea full of waves, and she always wore a thigh-tight skirt and a swamp green blazer. Alec despised her deeply, as she had been a recognized Prodigy Hunter, and did not allow their access to her institution. In other words, what kind of monster denied another human access to basic education?

     Well, Marie Tatjer.

     “Mr. Roselo, Miss Onitraze, Mr. Artino, why are you arriving at this time? Classes started ten minutes ago.”

     While Alexandra continued to chew on her gum, her blood-red gloss lips never faded off, and Alec opened his mouth to respond (although he didn't know how or what to), James stepped forward and used his talent for words.

     “We had a prodigious delay,” James answered at the second. Alec and Alexandra frowned together, in sync.

     “Justified and logical delay. You're forgiven,” professor Tatjer replied, patting James, who was the star student at that school. Alec didn't snort, as James' favoritism came from many sides, whether he was the richest kid to ever go to that place or he was really smart. Plus, he was incredibly handsome.

     The favoritism made sense.

     Professor Tatjer walked away, and when she was out of sight, Alexandra tapped James on the shoulder, without being too subtle.

     “Why are you such a liar?” asked Alexandra, queen of brutal honesty. She was frowning as she pulled a cherry lollipop out of her leather backpack and put it in her mouth, without removing the gum she had been chewing up to that point.

     James smirked and rubbed his fist against Alexandra's skull, tousling her hair. Alexandra showed him her tongue, red as dawn.

     “I did not lie. I spoke a partial truth. We are prodigies and we had a delay, that she has interpreted that we come across a burning of prodigies is not my fault,” James replied, with a smile from ear to ear, showing his pearly teeth.

     Alec was still unconvinced, but he had to admit he was crafty. Maybe he should start learning from James and be more mischievous on the basics, like getting away from punishment after class for falling asleep.

     “Lying is not the same as telling a partial truth. You must know when to say one thing and when to say another,” recited James, to settle the matter. Alec raised an eyebrow.

     “Who said that?” he asked.

     “Me,” James replied.

     The three of them laughed.

     “What class do we have now?” Alexandra asked, distracted as she took a gum from the front pocket of her leather backpack. Her constant need to have something in her mouth and for that something to be sugar, was insatiable. James never missed an opportunity to remind her that she was going to die of diabetes (to which she replied “better diabetic than burned in the streets,” thought it didn’t make any sense).

     “Literature,” Alec and James answered together. They looked into each other's eyes, in sync.

     Alec smiled shyly. James also smiled, pleased. Alexandra, out of nowhere, started clapping and hopping on her leather boots, stolen from one of her mother’s clients.

     “We should go see a psychic!” the girl snapped.

     James frowned and frowned, creating a contemptuous sneer. Alec raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes.

     “What's that about?” Alec asked.

     Alexandra made incomprehensible gestures with her hands, moving her red nails, and began to vomit distorted words:

     “You see, seeing you so synchronized made me start to think about coincidences, and that led me to think about destiny and that led me to think about who can read it and that made me think about the pamphlet I saw yesterday (which was from a psychic) ​​and that made me think that I really wanted to go see her and that I also wanted to invite you so, that.”

    James and Alec were still stumped.

    “All that in seconds?” James asked disbelievingly.

    Alexandra nodded. Alec and James sighed and walked alongside Alexandra to their classes.

    “Alex, do you still have that pamphlet?” Alec asked. Alexandra took out a crumpled paper from her backpack. Alec took it between his fingers and stretched it out. The paper had the following words written in Chinese ink:

                                                   Irene López

                                                     Psychic

                                Downtown 68 and Lumbrad Street

    “It looks like it wanted you to find it,” Alec commented, regarding the paper. Alexandra only darkened her smile with intrigue and mystery.

    “Who knows ... maybe that pamphlet found me.”

    James snorted.

    “Paper has no legs, Alexandra Onitraze,” James spat.

    “I know, Little Anarchist,” Alexandra crooned and ran off before James could even land a good blow. James hated being called a “Little Anarchist” just because he believed that prodigies should destroy everything and rule the world. Alec sighed and laughed at the same time.

    Anyway…

    That was his family.

    His eccentric and crazy family.

    His real family.

    They might not be united by blood but by love, the work of fate.

    Was it true that destiny was written?

    Alec didn't know.

    But he knew who did.

    He looked at the pamphlet, crumpled in his fist.

    Someday…

                                                                  -

    “Gosh, I'm tired of this shit.”

    “Language.”

    Alexandra stuck her tongue out at James, and he rolled his eyes. Alec laughed.

    “What’s for lunch today?” he asked. His head ached, his throat was begging for food, and he hadn't had anything to drink or eat since last night. His stomach was queasy and empty at the same time.

     Alexandra noticed this, and took a chocolate bar out of her bag.

     “I drank all my water but eat this, now,” she ordered and practically stuck the chocolate bar in his mouth; she wasn't going to take a no for an answer nor allow Alec to starve (although he could live three weeks without food).

     Alec lifted the chocolate up to his lips and his stomach growled with pleasure knowing that it would soon have sustenance. In addition, the chocolate was delicious since it was one of the most expensive available (and what food would not taste good after eighteen hours without eating?).

     It was twelve o'clock, and although there were still a couple of classes left, they were at recess for lunch. The school canteen (like its cafeteria) was in the interior concrete courtyard, outdoors. The canteen always offered two options, quite expensive for the quality of what they offered, but you could always bring your food. James ate the food from the canteen, or brought his own from time to time, and Alexandra and Alec shared the food, which could be stolen by Alexandra, or paid for by Alec once a month.

     Alexandra sighed/yawned/groaned.

     “But, seriously, how long ‘till get out of here?” she grumbled, as they walked through the crowded hallways, toward the courtyard. A north wind had invaded Gatlon, so Alexandra had donned her baggy blue-black wool sweater, with a yellow  “A” painted with acrylics on the chest. When Alec or James asked her why or what that “A” meant, there was always a different answer: sometimes it was “Alexandra”; other times, “Alec”; when she wanted to sulk at James it was “Anarchy”, she even once said it was after the A in “Asshole”.

     In short, its meaning was like a mathematical variable. It could mean anything and was only defined by the related factors.

     “It depends,” answered James, “are we talking about daily school or our education in this building?”

     “Both,” Alexandra replied, rummaging for something in her leather backpack.

     James smiled cruelly. He was about to land a low blow on Alexandra.

     “Daily, we'll get out of here in two hours. Yearly, there’s still four years left.”

     Alexandra moaned pitifully. Alec frowned because James had laid out facts and hadn't used them against Alexandra as his smile had predicted ...

     “But for you, with your detentions and your grades, you still have four hours in here and maybe six years, if you're lucky enough.”

     There it was.

     Alexandra groaned upset, as she dropped her backpack and let it hang from one of her shoulders.

     “Will you EVER be nice to me? JUST ONE TIME!” Alexandra asked, waving her hands frantically. James laughed.

     “I'll try,” James promised, but Alec watched as he crossed his fingers behind his back.

     Alec took them and forcibly uncrossed them.

     “You will,” he muttered through his teeth.

     James sighed.

     They reached the courtyard, which was more crowded than the hallways, even. There were students lining up, students occupying tables, or students just chatting. Alexandra raised her chin without losing her composure, looking for a table to sit on. When she saw a well in the background, closer to the metal fence that separated them from a patio with trees, she smiled and went to it.

     But first they had to pass through the tumult of students.

     And that...

     Would not it be nice.

     They all had reputations, Alexandra used to say. “For better or for worse,” she explained. Alec didn't know how to feel about it. Alexandra used to wear low-cut dresses, mini skirts, boots, all embracing her skin, muscles and curves; only when they went to school. People  whispered things about her. People said she was flirty. That she wanted to show off. That she was ‘asking for it’. Alexandra had gained a very delicate type of reputation for the only reason she was confident in her own skin, in this case, in her clothes (the fact that people knew she was the daughter of a prostitute played an important part in it too). She said she didn’t care, and Alec believed her. She was strong. However, even strength became fragile as a feather sometimes, and he often caught her rubbing her red eyes after coming out of the bathroom. 

     Meanwhile, Alec and James had no proper reputations; they were the misters nobody, the weird dudes, the clients of the sex worker. James would be a star to the teachers, but to the students he was just a show off who came to show all the money he had and they didn't. He could buy everyday anything he needed or wanted from the cantine, he wore silk and cotton clothes, his smile shone more than one hundred pearls under the light of the sun; he was a prince and everyone could see that. Besides, he didn't hang out too much with people other than Alec and Alexandra, his family, his ground wires.

     So there they were, swimming through a sea of ​​gossiping, hormonal teenagers, trying not to drown in the insults and whispers.

     Alec and James were walking behind Alexandra, together, as she knew where they were going, and just as they were about to leave the crowd, a girl with light brown hair approached Alexandra and tried to spank her.

     Tried.

     Alexandra caught her by the wrist on the spot, and pulled her, until their noses were inches from each other. The girl's eyes were pure lava and Alexandra was a human iceberg.

     “Whore” spat the girl.

    “I’m not a mirror, Jessica” replied Alexandra, with a cold superiority smile. She released her wrist, as if it disgusted her, and Jessica left.

    Alexandra went to the table, sat down, and Alec and James did the same.

    Alexandra blew out a breath and laughed hysterically. Alec and James looked at each other.

    James's irises said “Is she crazy?”

    Alec's said “I have no idea, but let's stay silent.”

    And then Alexandra's eyes watered.

    “I'm not a whore,” Alexandra whispered, her plate voice crashing into the wall.

    James took her hand.

    “You're not, Alexandra,” James comforted her, and closed his lips to open them again and said, “Your mo…”

    Alec stomped his foot and James opened his mouth in a silent scream of pain.

    Luckily, Alexandra didn't notice.

    Alec took her other hand, and Alexandra looked at him. She hadn't shed too many tears.

    “I’m… I’m… sorry. I shouldn't have…” Alexandra began to apologize.

    Alec shut her up.

    “Don’t apologize for feeling.”

    Alexandra's eyes sparkled, and her lips formed a faint smile.

    “Thanks, Ace.”

    Alec just nodded.

    Alexandra snorted, activated, and straightened up. She rubbed the palms of her hands, and her eyes were sparkling again.

    “Whateverrr, I'm gonna buy some food. What do ya want, Ace?” Alexandra asked, back in her usual mood.

    Alec shook his head.

    “Anything that contains sugar. And water, please.”

    Alexandra raised her thumbs and marched towards the canteen, pushing her way through the tide of students, not caring about anything, sure and confident of her sparkling personality.

    James sighed.

    “She's gone completely off the trolly,” he commented, pulling a sandwich out of his pocket.

    Alec laughed sarcastic.

    “Haven’t we all?”

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[void-tiger]

Tagged by @curiosity-killed (thanks for the tag!!)

roses or daisies:

DAISIES!!! They’re so simple and cheery have just as many colors and look delicate but are actually really tenacious? Also, how charming is Day’s Eye (and asters in general having the habit of facing eachother if they’re not turned towards the light--I think I have a picture of dahlias doing this from last autumn--and like. Star Flower. Okay, I’ll shut up now xD )

classical or lofi:

...okay so I admit I had to look this one up. But easily some of my favorite tracks are those Hidden Ones that bands plop onto their albums to fill up leftover space, but are often basically just scrapped recording or practice sessions? The bloopers and their creative process, basically. Cut to me googling and youtubing it and finding hiphop lofi and...yeah! Definitely Lofi.

(Classical vs OST and Modern Classical (that’s composed to be a lot more cinematic) just...really puts me on edge. It’s too mathematical...to put it nicely.)

So...yeah. Slow beats and something that sounds experimental or like a jamming session? It’s soothing and kinda ideal for background noise.

sunrises or sunsets:

Sunset. One, never ever gonna be a “morning person”. Forget it. Two, sunsets often have more dramatic colors and still make the landscape glow and you get to see stars peeping out vs fading. Also, y’know. I’m actually awake to appreciate it vs groggy and legit physically ill.

honey or lemon:

Honey as a condiment. Lemon for sweets flavor. (Baklava’s probably the exception...then again I haven’t had that many honey-flavored sweets, I guess? But Lemon-Poppyseed?? Definitely one of my favorites,)

coffee or tea:

Coffee. I adore tea service aesthetics and will someday probably collect them (especially the really quirky or earthen or blownglass ones vs the froufrou european ones)...buuuut, I just haven’t really had A Good Cuppa Tea much at all. There was this spiced tea I’ve had in Jordan that was AMAZING and I do like greentea (with...A LOT of sugar or honey...) but. I’ve just never really had tea. My family’s coffee drinkers, so the smell of coffee is nostalgic. (And yes, I’m basic enough that I prefer flavored, sweetened creamers; and my coffee brewed or spiced with, like, cinnamon and nutmeg, too. Or as a mocha.)

...I also have a Bad Habit of abandoning my Herbal “Teas” with the bags either left steeping too long (I have gotten better at using a timer) or while waiting for them to cool. And while I’d just really love it for Uncle Iroh to make me tea (provided he doesn’t get on my case about wanting sugar and maybe cream), the Times and Temperatures are just so dang fussy!! I...don’t think I have the patience for that.

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers:

Friends to Lovers. I just...don’t Get It with the sexual tension~ that seems to be the driving force behind enemies to lovers...I guess?? (That, and unless it’s literally on a battlefield, HARD PASS. I’ve had people try to blow off my complaints about getting repeatedly tormented as “he liiiiiikes you~” bullshit to ever be comfortable with it as anything but Legit Two Sides Of A Battle/Political Conflict. Sorry.)

But, Friends to Lovers? That Bond. And then the ...Oh. The domesticity and trust and safety. Also it is RIPE for Idiots to Lovers mutual pining xD

(bonus points if both parties decide ahead of time, “hey. even if dating doesn’t work out I still value your friendship in my life, so no pressure about ‘ruining things,’“ And then, of course, it does work out and there was nothing to be anxious about, after all.)

rainy days or sunny days:

...cop out but, overcast days with Soft Sunlight and Cloudbreaks?? I do like a clear skies sunny day, but, my eyes are also so sensitive to light that it can be painful. Rainy days can be soothing...but the rain has to be A Certain Way. Too heavy and with too much wind behind it and it can get me anxious. (My childhood home had Every Rain is Severe Weather...with no place to shelter. It’s gonna take awhile before i can appreciate it like i’d want.)

jupiter or mars:

Jupiter. GIANT. DEADLY. MARBLE (that wants to eeeaaat meeeee...) Also Pluto, and the jovian moons.

aphrodite or athena:

Athena!! She’s an ace icon, aight?? And also strikes me as...very, very Tired with everyone’s bullshit. Also...all the greek gods are kinda assholes. So. Yeah. She ain’t perfect and her characterization’s at the mercy of whatever myth in question, but generally she strikes me as practical and sensible and having Mercy...sometimes. As much as that group is capable of it, anyway...

rome or greece:

...probably Ancient Rome as a “ancient culture to explore but a YIKES (but. so is ancient greece.)” But visiting IRL in the present? Greece.

sun or moon:

Moon. I appreciate what the sun does and I do like feeling sunlight and all that...but, I’m also a night person. And I can look at the moon without risk of blindness and admire its corona and that rainbow corona you can see just a bit further out if you know where and how to look. BUT. The moon easily loses out to a starfield, especially if the light pollution and humidity are both low enough that ya get to actually see the milky way’s galaxy arm. (The irony that the sun IS our local star does not elude me.)

1920s or 1990s:

...neither?? 90s only slightly win out ‘cause I’m a ‘93 Kid and the 90s and 00s had some incredible toys and cartoons. And, idk. I still like overall pants and shorts. Always have. While a flapper dress would be “oooh pretty! starlight beading! Now OFF. Back to regular clothes for ‘Sporing or Comfy Lounging.”

blizzard or thunderstorm:

Blizzard. Also. Have you considered...thundersnow??

(Admittedly? I’ve also never been through a snowstorm that threatened by health&safety. The same cannot be said about thunderstorms when nearly every one could or would spawn tornados and severe straightline winds that could knock down trees and powerlines and sometimes even damage homes. While living in a home with NO safe place to shelter. Not even an interior closet or bathroom. NOT. FUN.)

midnight memories or made in the am:

...what?? [googles] ...OH...they’re...albums. UH. Neither?? (I don’t listen to them...?)

sage green or vanilla white:

Sage green. It’s kinda a nostalgic color somehow? Also. Just not a fan of monochrome...at all. I see it? I instantly want it to be a backdrop. Negative space. For COLOR. (jewel tones for whites/light neutrals and browns; NEONS for blacks and dark greys. Preference for Jewel Tones over Neons...wait. What was the question again??? OH YEAH..uh... I do like vanilla icecream? With rainbow sprinkles. Or...paired with hot fruit pie or cobbler. Or cookies. Um...yeah I should prolly shutup now. xD )

folklore or lover:

...I don’t...understand??? But...I like Folkslore as in...folklore??? Fairytales, Legends, Myths... (also, so frikkin ace I’m just. not ever gonna pick “lover”)

croissant or macaroon:

...why would you do this to me. I make a beeline for croissants because...Soft Flaky Buttery Bread. And they are So Good as a savory sandwich sorta thing. Easily better than english muffins or crumpets, tho biscuits have a fighting chance. But LIKE. Soft breads. My weakness as a kid.

...but a good macaroon?? It is so light and crisp and TINY and like?? how does it taste like coffee??? and berries????? (Too bad they are So EXPENSIVE. While even cheap croissants are almost always Good.)

ballgowns or pantsuits:

I like the aesthetics of a ballgown. But never the pricetag, I wouldn’t wanna live in that thing for more than an hour, tops (and. so much damn work!!) and I’m stuck looking at them Defying (boob) Physics and just...dying a little inside. With my rare It Pretty Want Pretty wilting with it. But...it’s rare that pantsuits really...look like anything. (They also look uncomfortable and yet another Wardrobe Disaster and Do I HAVE To??? if I think about...actually wearing them. But, Legs Free No Tripping...I guess??)

hades or zeus:

I only wanna EVER meet Zeus if I get to castrate the bastard and lock ‘im up where he’ll NEVER get back out. Hades, tho...I’m WATCHING you, Bub. (Why yes, I agree with Demeter on this one.)

platonic love or sensual love:

Platonic. Cuddling and Kissing are technically Sensual but, y’know what? They ain’t exclusive to sexual or romantic loves (and I just. really do not want kissing at all. MAYBE a quick kiss on the forehead or fingertips but LIKE. That’s it. And it’s cute af for...literally ANY Love Type.)

light academia or cottagecore:

Honestly? A mix between the two. Cottagecore with my charming little home with its overgrown flowerbed of wildflowers (and asters! All the asters) and produce grown in large pots or hanging baskets...and inside the walls are covered with overflowing shelves of books and knicknacks and other Neat Things. Oh, and naturally a tea service (might not actually have tea in it...) and tons of pillows and blankets, and lamps and lanterns Everywhere for warm and soft (and colorful) light to read by while music plays softly in the background. And the home smells like something I just made for Supper or Snacks, or like a food-scented candle.

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Aaaaaand tagging @mckinlily @headspacedad @aairachnid @synergetic-prose and whoever else wants to play! No obligation to play if tagged.

#tagged meme #tiger’s musings #long post

[thatsabae]

Tamed | Im Jaebum (mafia!au)

Jaebum entered his father’s office quiet and, if he was being honest, moved by pure curiosity. Ever since the marriage took place, talking to his strict parent was limited to polite good mornings and good nights, when they weren’t in a meeting, much to his please. 

He couldn’t clearly remember the time which talking to him was easy, with no pressure or second intentions, but Jaebum knew times like these happened before, a long time ago. 

Still quiet, he sat on the sofa in front of his father’s desk, watching conflict go through those eyes he knew his whole life. 

“Was there a problem in the last deal, sir?” Jaebum asked, anxious to discover what bothered his, usually too calm, father. With the silence of no answer, he tried again. “Donnie said… He said we had a deal. He’s backing out now?” 

Fear of disappointing his father took over Jaebum’s heart. Due to his quiet nature, the son always tried to impress the older, seeking for a little bit of attention. Even as a married adult, things don’t change easily. 

“Jaebum, my son…” He tried to speak, clearly not finding words to express. Jaebum could see how torturing that was to his father. 

The worst-case scenario passed through his mind. “Where’s my mom? Did something happen to her?” 

“No. I just don’t know how to talk about it. Your wife… She…” He lost words again. 

Jaebum thought about what could have happened. He saw you just before entering the office, you wanted to speak with him, so he just stood there, quiet again, waiting for the words that were taking too long to be spoken. 

 “She is having an affair with one of our trust men”. 

His stomach twisted. 

“I still don’t know who, but the moment we find out, I want you to take care of this problem. Can you handle that?” 

Trying to keep his head clean, think about the situation, Jaebum thought of it. Could it be true?

“If you don’t know with who, how do you know it’s happening?” 

“One of the maids found this in her bathroom.” His father reached something in his drawer, exposing a white stick wrapped in paper. Jaebum knew what that was. 

Too shocked at the news, holding the test, the young man had trouble to keep his breathing pace. 

“What are you saying?” He didn’t know how long he spaced out, but his father was still talking. 

“We gotta be quick to solve it, we don’t want you raising bastards and I don’t want others to know something like this happened right bellow our nose”. 

“A bastard?” His father was going too quick, while Jaebum was still focused on the pregnancy test in his hands. “I don’t understand”. 

“Jaebum, she’s not Mary. Someone knocked her up. We know she’s not sleeping with you, so someone else is, considering it’s only one”.

The excitement of finding out your pregnancy disappeared the moment he heard his father’s words. 

“You know we are not sleeping together.” Disgust was clear in his paused words. “What do you mean by that? Are you keeping a track on our sex lives?” 

His father was shocked by his tone. Jaebum never questioned him, never raised his voice before. 

“Are you stalking our marriage?” 

Still shocked, Jaebum’s father took a moment to realize that was a real question. “You kept your room, she has hers. You sleep in yours, Y/N sleep in hers every night. You never visited her room, seven months of marriage now. My son, one plus one doesn’t turn three”. 

“You sound so perverted.” Jaebum felt sick. “I’m not really surprised that you want to control even that if I’m being honest.” A laugh emerged from his chest, involuntary. 

The older one moved back, resting his back in the leather chair. “So you’re saying it could be yours?” 

The cold tone used to scare the shit out of Jaebum, but not now. There were limits. He would take a lot, be quiet and obedient, but it was tiring. He was tired of living in a house with eyes and ears every wall, spying him. 

“You want to know if I’m fucking my wife? Ask me then”. 

The father paused for a good twenty seconds, making Jaebum think he wouldn’t dare, but he did. 

“Are you?” 

He lost his cool. Everything he kept inside his chest, trying to be the good son, came out, and there were lots more inside. 

“I’m leaving this house by the end of the week. I can take you criticizing me for minor mistakes, picking my clothes, hairstyle, friends I can mingle.” Jaebum thought of all those friends he had to hid the friendship because his father would see no profit in them. “You even chose me a bride and our guests for the wedding. I agreed. Accepted”. 

Jaebum took a great breath, trying to calm down. 

“We feel awkward here, it’s horrible. How could we get to know each other with everyone in this house watching us? Like mouses in a lab.” He waited for his father to show any emotion, but the same cold façade was there, like marble. “Do you know how shitty I felt for taking my wife to a hotel room after dinner because I can’t have sex with her at my bed?” The weird laugh was back. 

“Most guys feel bad because they can’t pay a good hotel room to spicy things with their girls sometimes, but for me is the opposite. I can’t bring her home because my father will be watching everything. He needs to control every single human being around him!” Jaebum’s voice elevated, he didn’t doubt that people outside could hear him. 

“Are you done?” 

Jaebum spoke before words were thought. “We’re leaving the house today”. 

“What?” His father showed he had emotions again that day. “I need you here”. 

“Not the whole time. I’ll come back and fulfill my obligations, but I won’t live here anymore. I’ll be packing my stuff if you need me, but then, we’re leaving”. 

Jaebum started walking away from the office, anger still giant in his chest, but he couldn’t make himself leave the room before spilling another truth. 

“Just in case you’re still confused, yes, I’m fucking my wife, pretty good. Actually, I did it yesterday. We did eat our breakfast out like I told ya. The out was a hotel room. Guess that’s how she got pregnant”. 

#got7 #jb #im jaebum #jaebum #mafia #got7 mafia au #mafia au #au #kpop #kpop got7 #jb kpop #kpop mafia au #kpop au #masterlist #got7 masterlist #thatsabae

[ajoy3fanfics]

The Apartment

A/N: Sorry this is late! This is for InuKag week, March 30th

Prompt: AU

He hadn’t planned to come here, not again. He knew it was a bad idea, knew that it would upset the balance of things. Worst of all, he knew she didn’t want to see him. He was no longer welcome.

None of that was news; it has been this way for months. And honestly, he couldn’t blame her.

But he was drunk, and he was sad, and none of that seemed to matter.

Once again, her feelings didn’t seem to take priority. He knew he was a selfish bastard. If he really gave a damn about her, he would turn around and leave her alone.

But selfish assholes don’t operate like that, do they?

Despite knowing better, it didn’t stop him from coming; didn’t stop him from putting one foot in front of the other, going down the street to the house, his old house. It was once so familiar, the surroundings of the run-down neighborhood blurred when he would pass by on his way to their apartment; now he soaked in the sights, relishing each footstep that brought him closer. Even in his drunk state, he wouldn’t take the feeling of going home for granted.

It was comical to think that he was happy to be back here. From the moment they had signed the lease, he had promised her it was only temporary, that he would take her someplace better, someplace with a garden out front, a place that she could grow.

But this is what they could afford, and she was happy.

Happy to be with him, even if they needed to double bolt their doors.

When he had asked her to move in together, it had been spur of the moment. He had blurted it out while they were in bed together, her small body wrapped in his arms. It was getting late, and she was getting tired. She had work the next day and she had to head back to her place. She yawned, stretching as she sat up.

He didn’t want her to go.

It felt painful, to have her leave.

He reached out his hand, clutching her arm. He brought her in closer, giving her a deep kiss.

And she smiled.

And he lost. He knew right then and there, that she was the one. That every night he wasn’t with her was a mistake. He wanted to come home to her, wanted to build a life with her. It was like the flood gates had opened, and he was unable to pace himself or stop the words from blurting out.

“Let's move in together.”

It seemed like that was a lifetime ago. That those happy memories belonged to someone else.

Just like it felt like someone else had their hand on the door handle; He found himself turning the knob, walking through the threshold. He tried to tell himself to stop. He knew that this was only going to bring trouble. But still, he climbed the 42 stairs to her door.

The one that he had called home.

The one that he had once had the right to go to.

412.

The gold numbers looked nice against the red door. She had liked it immediately; she said the colors reminded her of him. She had joked then that it was a sign. He breathed in, trying to catch her scent. It was light.

It had been so long, so long since he had buried his nose into the crown of her hair, so long since he let himself be comforted by it. The faint fragrance called to him and it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

He knocked.

He waited.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She wasn’t home.

She wasn’t here.

This was a sign, right? Surely this was a higher power telling him to turn around and go the fuck home.

‘But this used to be my home.’  His inebriated mind argued. He can’t leave yet. He breathed in again, leaning his head against the door.

He needed her scent to fill his lungs again like it used to. He would leave her alone, if he could just get his fix of her, and then he would go.

He jiggled the handle, using his claws to pick the lock. He had done this once or twice when he had forgotten his keys, but that had been when he had lived here, when he had a right to. But this time he was breaking and entering. Even as he turned the doorknob his brain was screaming to stop. Turn around. It still wasn’t too late.

Crappy apartment. Crappy landlord replacing the locks with this cheap shit. It took no more than a minute for the lock to pop.

He was in.

It was overwhelming, being wrapped back in her. Vanilla and cherry blossoms and some sort of spice. Pure Kagome.

Once, it had been a mix of them. Their home had smelled sweet and earthy and it was heaven.  

It hurt to think; It hurt to think of her.His head was spinning from her scent, from the alcohol, from his anxiety and the need to see her. He had told himself coming would be enough, and then being able to smell her would sate him.

He was always greedy, had always been a greedy bastard. Especially when it came to her.

Closing the door behind him, Inuyasha surveyed the room, but the darkness was not giving him the details he needed. Without looking back, he blindly tapped at the wall behind him looking for the light switch. His fingers went over the grooves from where he had plastered the wall. He had been so angry then. Frustrated and jealous, in the heat of a fight that spanned from the car to the apartment, he had gone to turn on the light, but instead he had smashed his hand through the wall. Gods, she was angry. Even in her fury, she bandaged him, an angry scowl on her face. She had fixed him up just as he fixed the wall.

She had changed it; painted the walls a new color, a green, making it more Earthy than it had been before. She added new pictures to the living room. She had always loved photos, fuck, she downright annoyed him with all the pictures she took. She displayed their memories proudly then. Images of them, displaying their love seemed to dominate their home. Was he in any of them now, or did she remove any trace of him? Had someone taken his place beside her?

His eyes roamed over her image, laughing in one picture, being silly with Sango in another. Her arms wrapped around…

His ears twitched and swiveled as he heard her open the door; he turned on his heels, the movement making the room spin.

“Inuyasha?!” She shrieked.

He could hear her heart beating rapidly, could hear her trying to catch her breath.

“K’gome…” He blinked lazily, drinking in the sight of her.

“Wh-What are you doing here?! Did you break in?!”

She seemed frantic and upset. Why? Because he was here? Was that really so-

She was suddenly in front of his face, and her presence was making him dazed. Inuyasha closed his eyes to try and get a hold of his senses.

“I wanna- Wanna talk. To you.” He was stumbling on his words.

“Are- Are you drunk?” She asked, the pitch of her voice making him wince.

“Think so.” He responded, holding his head. It was suddenly throbbing.  

All of the energy seemed to leave Kagomes body. How long had it been since she had last seen him? It had been a day from Hell, and the entire way home, all she could think of was curling up in bed and falling asleep.

But she came home to find her door unlocked and an intoxicated hanyou in her living room, closely inspecting the corner of her wall.

It had taken her so off guard to see him standing there. For a brief moment, her heart skipped a beat.

It was like she had stepped back into the past.

Kagome took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she considered her options.

“K’gom-“ He wanted to reach out and grab her; hold her body close to his and make her listen to what he had to say. He tried to move towards her but fumbled, tripping over his own feet. Kagome rushed to catch him as he fell forward, then pushed him down to the sofa. Inuyasha leaned his head back as the room started to spin. He heard Kagome let out a deep sigh of frustration.

That too, was familiar.

“I’m going to call Miroku to come and get you.” He heard the foggy voice say. Immediately he shot up.

“N-No!” He cried. “I-Im- No-Not leaving yet.” He stuttered. “I have ‘portant things to tell you.”

“You’re drunk, Inuyasha. And you need to go home.” Her voice sounded final, but he wasn’t having any of it. His ears twitched as the sound of ringing stopped and Mirokus voice mail message started.

“This used to be my home.” He argued as if it made a bit of difference.

“I’m too tired to deal with this.” She said, rubbing her temples. “And you’re too drunk to be kicked out.” She paused before she continued, unsure even as she spoke if it was a good idea. “I’m going to take a shower. You can sleep on the couch for tonight.”

“B-But I got-!” He began to stand, but a firm hand on his chest pushed him back down.

“No, Inuyasha. I’m tired, and I’ve had a really long day.”

“Tomorrow?” He asked. “We can talk tomorrow.” He’d cringe at how desperate his voice sounded if he was sober.

“Sure.” She said in a defeated voice.

“Promise?” He questioned, needing to hear it. Kagome nodded in agreement.

“Tomorrow. Now go to sleep.”

~.~

The first thing Inuyasha thought when he woke up was how fucking uncomfortable he was. The couch had always been shit to sleep on. Every single time he slept on it, he paid for it the next morning. The morning coffee was perking and he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Lazily, he wondered why he wasn’t in bed, and what the hell he had done to land him in the dog house this time.

His amber eyes flew open as it dawned on him suddenly.

The uncomfortable couch. This… this was… theirs…

He breathed in, her wonderful scent filling him.

He was home.

His mind began to race. Had be imagined it all? Was he really home? Had he ever even left?

Was it all just a nightmare that they had broken up? That he-

Inuyasha was terrified to confirm his theories, terrified to move a muscle. What if it was all true? What if being home with her was just a repeat of his many dreams?

He sat upright and the room became unbalanced. He was still slightly hung over but it was bearable. The door to the bathroom unlocked, the doorknob turned and Inuyasha’s mouth went dry.

“Kagome.” It came out like a reflex, heavy. She looked at him and gave an awkward half smile before she turned to get a cup of coffee. He watched her work, pouring the coffee into the cups, stirring in the sugar and cream. She walked over to him and he found himself mesmerized; her black shorts, showcasing her creamy legs, her feet wrapped in white thigh high socks. Kagome placed the coffee cups down on the coffee table before taking a seat on the other end of the couch, drawing her legs into her chest. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders, a sharp contrast to her loose plain white tee. It was like he never left, like he had preserved her somehow. She looked comfortable and stunningly beautiful.

“Here, drink this.” She motioned towards the cup. “It will help.”  

He reached over, grasping the hot beverage. Taking a sip, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Keh, you still remember how I like it.”  

Kagome returned the slight smile. “Well, its not every grown man who takes his coffee more sugar than coffee.” The sunlight was streaming in the windows, making her look even more angelic than normal. It was quiet after that, an awkward tense, silence that made the hanyou shift in his seat. Kagome chewed on her bottom lip before she spoke. “How have you been?”

The question seemed to take him off guard. “I-I’m okay.” He shrugged off the lie. He was far from alright. Inuyasha cleared his throat. “How- How are you?”

She gave him a small smile as she averted her eyes, her apartment suddenly very interesting. “I’m alright.”

The conversation was strained, when it ha been so easy before. Talking with Kagome used to be the most natural thing in the world; she was the only person he could open up to, the only one he felt at ease with. He nodded, as if her simple sentence was something to mull over. “Hows Sota? Your mom?” He said something, anything to keep the conversation going.

“Sota just got accepted into C high school. Full scholarship and everything.” She smiled, the first true smile he had seen from her, full of pride in her little brother. It was blinding.

“That’s freakin’ amazing!” He said with enthusiasm. “I remember how much he wanted to go there. Is he gonna try out for the basketball team?”

“Mmm, he’s still not sure. He’s thinking about trying out for the soccer team, but the basketball team is already trying to recruit him.”

He couldn’t help but smile at that. He had known Sota before he even entered middle school, and the kid always had a basketball in his hand. He would practice with him late into the night, amazed at the kids stamina. “Feh, that’d be such a waste. He’s a natural.”

Kagome eagerly nodded in agreement. “Right? But he says he wants to branch out and try something new. And mama is really into the idea of being an actual soccer mom.” She said with a laugh.

It felt easy. It felt natural, like old times. “Keh, I can totally see that.” He found himself smiling. Gods, how long had it been since he smiled like this?

“I- I’m glad you came Inuyasha.” Kagome said. “I’ve been meaning to call you, but I never found the right time. Or maybe I couldn’t bring myself too.” She bit her bottom lip again, and Inuyasha found himself holding his breath. “Oh?” was all he could manage out.

“Hang on a sec.” She stood up and retreated into her bedroom, only to emerge a moment later with a small black box. She held it out to him. “Here.”

“What’s this?” he asked.

Kagome swallowed hard still holding the box out to him. “It’s your moms ring. I- I was going to ask Miroku to give it to you, but it didn’t feel right to pass off something so precious. I thought I needed to give it to you personally.”

Amber eyes bore into the little black box. “But I gave that to you.” He managed out.

She sat down on the couch once more, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “That was different. You gave it to me… you gave it to me when you proposed. It was okay for me to wear it because I was going to be your wife. But now… I can’t keep this now.” She reached over and placed it into his hand. “You should save it… for the person you’ll marry someday.” It was hard to say it out loud, but it was a sentence that needed to be said.

“But I gave it to you.” He repeated, his black brows furrowed.

“And like I said, I cant keep it. It’s not meant for me.”

Inuyasha couldn’t keep the scowl off his face. “Of course it’s meant for you. I carried that ring around in my pocket for three weeks before I found the perfect time to propose to you. I got so fucking anxious to give it to you I proposed to you in fucking bed. I put that ring on your ringer and you cried. Don’t fucking tell me you can’t keep that ring.” He hadn’t meant for it to sound angry, but he never was one to mind his temper.

“You don’t need to remind me of that, Inuyasha. I’m very aware of what it was like when you proposed to me.” She returned his angry tone. “But it’s different now. This is your mothers ring. Its not right for me to keep it!”

“Yes it is!” He argued, pushing the box back towards her.

“Give it to your girlfriend, or save it for your daughter, or someone you love but I. CANT. KEEP. IT.”

Glaring at her, he matched her word for word. “Well I. AINT. TAKIN. IT.”

Kagome let out a frustrated sigh. “So, why are you here, Inuyasha? To argue with me?” She brought her hands up to her chest. “I don’t get what you’re doing.”

He swallowed hard, the words he was so eager to speak last night suddenly sticking in his throat. “I, I miss you, Kagome.”

Her gray eyes grew wide at his admission, as if she was shocked to hear that he would have any lingering feelings towards her. She gave a slow, sad nod, the fire suddenly out. “Yeah, I miss you too. But that’s what happens when you break up.”

She said it so easily, so suddenly it pierced his heart. It was true, fuck he didn’t want it to be, but it was.

It was true, and it was all his fucking fault.

“We’re not breaking up.” He said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She clicked her tongue. “Too little, too late for that, buddy.”

“We’re not over.” He repeated. “I gave you 3 months of space, but that’s over.” He looked her fiercely in the eyes. “I wont let you go, Kagome.”

~.~

Kagome shut the red door behind her, double checking to make sure it was locked. She didn’t want to chance a drunk Hanyou making his way into her living room again.

It had been two days since he promised to see her, two days since he came back into her life, a drunk mess, promising to make her forgive him. Apparently he gave up quicker than she anticipated.

She walked down the steps, stopping at the stoop to stretch overhead. She put in her earbuds and began with a light jog. Running always put her in a good mood, somehow cleared her mind, and right now, she definitely needed an escape from silver haired ex boyfriends.

As she turned the corner to the park, another jogger sped up, then matched her pace. Kagome looked over, slightly freaked out, only to discover Inuyasha was shoulder to shoulder with her.

“Oh my god!” She cried out, coming to a hault. She placed her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “What are you doing here, Inuyasha?!”

He shrugged his right shoulder. “What’s it look like? Joggin’.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes as she stood up straight, her heart rate at a more acceptable speed. “But why here? Why with me?”

“Feh.” He waved her off. “Don’t be so conceited. Who says I’m joggin’ with you?”

Kagome groaned as she put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side. “Just leave me alone, Inuyasha.”

“Like I said,” He began to jog ahead of her. “I just came here for a run. Can you stop distracting me now?” He asked.

Inuyasha laughed to himself as she heard her grumble under her breath.

~.~

He seemed to be everywhere she went. She went to the grocery store to buy food for the week, and there he was, waiting outside, ready to carry the bags. She went for her evening run, he was there, in his running shoes, ready to keep her company. In the mornings, he left her favorite coffee on her car. When she came out of work she would sometimes find a flower, sometimes a note.

It was confusing and painful and annoying and endearing all at the same time. As much as she hated him, she loved him. As much as she wanted to forgive him, to have him come back into her life, into their home, into her bed, it was like their was a rock in her gut preventing her from moving forward. She wanted him, and wanted to push him away, all at once. The past three months he had been away, given her plenty of space, and it wasn’t exactly easy, but anything was easier than this. Than him following her around, being kind and funny, making it all too easy to fall into a routine with him once again.

Today he was sitting in her hallway, their old hallway, his back against her red door. He had a brown bag by his side. Kagomes mouth watered- she could practically taste the udon he had brought.

“Why are you here?” She asked defeated.

A crooked smile broke across his face. “Why do ya think? I brought dinner.”

~.~

“Why are you doing this?” She tried not to say the words angrily, but they still came out harsh. Kagome set the take out containers on the table as Inuyasha opened the cabinets to get the plates. Just like before. Just like normal. “This has to stop Inuyasha. You cant keep showing up where ever I am, waiting for me outside of my house.” The hanyou took a seat closest to her, but she continued to stand.

“Our house.” He corrected. “And I need to. You wouldn’t answer my calls, wouldn’t talk to me!”

“That’s because I didn’t want to. Besides, you’re going to make Kikyo upset if you continue on like this.”

“I keep telling- We’re not together.” He tried, the words spilling out of his mouth. “Nothing is going on between us.”

“Not anymore, you mean?” She pressed her lips together.

Inuyasha shook his head, his short silver locks swaying. “Not anymore and not ever! I haven’t spoken a word to her since that night. It was a misunderstanding. I keep trying to tell you-“

“I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m not interested in going through this another time, Inuyasha. I know what I saw. And even-“ She looked up towards the ceiling, avoiding his gaze or trying to stop tears, he wasn’t sure. “Even if I didn’t see you kissing her, how you acted was way over the line.”

“I know.” He leaned in closer. “I fucked up and I’m so, so sorry Kagome.” She shook her head, leaning away from him.

“Is this what you came here for? To bring up the past? To make yourself feel better?”

“I came here to be with you.” He admitted. “I cant stop because as soon as I think of you, I think of how much I love you. And I cant keep myself away. Somehow, I just wind up here.” Kagome winced at his words, at his admission of love.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say to that.” She admitted. “You love me? If you loved me so much, why did you get close to Kikyo? Why did you leave our bed to go to her in the middle of the night?”

Kikyo was an old friend, an old ex. Not someone he had thought of in years, not until she ran into him at the park. Not until she wanted to catch up. Not until she poured out her soul to him, told him about all of the hardships she had going on.

Kikyo had been a pillar of support for him in high school. She had helped him through the death of his mother. He felt compelled, obligated to hear her out, see how he could help.

And it took a toll on his relationship.

At first, Kagome seemed skeptic, but understanding. But as Kikyos demands became more frequent, his fiancé made her suspicions clearly known.

But he assured her that nothing was wrong, nothing was happening. Even when she called in the middle of the night, saying she was outside and desperately needed to talk to him, he went to her. Like a fucking fool.

Kagome had followed them out, watched from the shadows as Kikyo clung to him in the dark. It was over the line. He would’ve ripped the man to shreds that dared to touch his fiancé like that. Yet for some reason, he expected her to be okay with it.

“If you loved me so much why did you do that to me? I loved you, so much Inuyasha. So much that the thought of being with anyone else never even entered my mind.”

“But nothing happened.” He restated. She was starting to cry and fuck, it killed him. Turning away from him, she made a move to get up. Bitterly, she spit out the words that cut him deep.

“What does it matter? Its over with. Were over with.”

It was as if his last will of restraint was cut; He grabbed hold of her, pinning her slim body against his. She sat snug in his lap, muscular arms wrapped across her chest. She struggled against him, but his pure strength kept her firmly in place. “Let me go, Inuyasha!” She shouted.

It had been so long since he felt her, so long since she was in his arms. “Its not over with.” He said, his face against hers. “I love you, Kagome. And I know you still love me.”

She tried to wiggle free. “I don’t. I hate you!” She screamed. “Let me go!” Kagome wasn’t afraid, she knew that Inuyasha wouldn’t hurt her. But she didn’t want to be restrained by him either.

“Nothing happened between me and Kikyo.” She turned her head to shoot him an angry look, before abruptly jerking her head away. “It was wrong of me to get so involved. Even though you warned me that she was into me… I should’ve fucking listened. I fucked up Kagome. Im sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She said as she struggled. “I don’t love you anymore. In fact, I’m dating someone, and he wouldn’t appreciate this.”

A sharp growl came from deep in Inuyashas chest. “That’s a lie. I can smell it in your scent. You don’t hate me, and you aint with anyone. I’ll fucking kill any guy that gets near you.”

“Let me go.” She said again, her voice firm. “I don’t love you. Let me go and leave.”

Inuyasha shook his head. “You still love me. I know you do. I gave you your space, but I aint about to let you go. I want to come home. I know you still love me, and I know you still want me. Let me come home.” He moved his hand towards her chin, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. She bit down on his bottom lip, drawing deep red blood. The taste mingled, making the angry encounter taste bitter. But even still, she kissed him back. Kagome twisted in Inuyasha’s lap until she was straddling him. She broke the kiss, leaving him panting, wanting, only to slap him hard across his right cheek.

“I’m so mad at you!” She panted. “I hate you.” She ground her teeth.

Inuyasha shook his head. “You love me. Just like I love you.”

Another slap. Another denial. He growled and she sank into him. Hot and fiery, her kiss sending pleasure straight to his core. She fingernails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, showing her rage. Inuyasha let his hands roam down her back, delighting in the feel of her, until they came to the round curves of her ass. He gripped it with both hands, squeezing and giving her right cheek a slap. She cried out and ground her hips against him. It was all he could take; after months of her absence the slightest touch from her was driving him wild. He held her tight, finally able to look her fully in her eyes.

She was angry, furious, but there was still love in her eyes. It was buried deep, behind the passion and resentment and betrayal. Underneath that all was love. He’d let her hit him until she was sated. He’d somehow temper that rage until she could be calm. But he knew if he left, it might really be over.

Inuyasha ran his tongue down her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. “I love you, I love you, Kagome.” He repeated over and over like a mantra.  She moaned, a sound he had only heard in his dreams these last 3 months. “Inuyasha…” She said, her voice breathy, needy, before she pulled him in closer for a kiss.

Finally, he was home.

#inukag week #inukag-week #inuyasha #au

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BTS-imagine ; You falling asleep

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[genre] ; fluff + mentions > angst, smut

[fandom] ; 방탄소년단

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{summery}

you were hanging out and it was relatively late obviously you started to get tired but wanted to hang out longer that is until you fell asleep.

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| Jin / Seokjin |

You were at the park with Jin sitting on a bench just watching the sunset, staring at the ducks in the pond in front of you, you were sharing a pair of earbuds and your head was leaned onto his shoulder and hands intertwined together. The mood was calming and nice, wanting to cherish this moment of calmness with him as you rarely spent time together since he was super busy. You would be waiting for him to come home just so you can cuddle in bed with him and let him talk about his day it was always worth it in your opinion. Soon enough you started to doze off and fell asleep not a second later.

"Anyways, it looks like its getting late, dont you think we should get going?" He says checking his wrist for the time.

no response

"Y/N, hun, hello?"

no response

"Jaiga?" Jin turns his head to look if you were listening, turns out you weren't. He sighed and realized you fell asleep before trying to wake you he took his phone out and began recording you asleep and then the scenery, putting in the caption ;

'she's the only cutie that looks so natural sleeping with nature.'

He then sent it to the group chat with the boys (BTS) and a few other friends just to brag about your cuteness, he admired you a bit more just smiling to himself thinking about how lucky he is to have his beautiful women beside him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and put both earbuds in your ears and gently putting you on his back careful not to wake you, he gave you a piggyback ride all the way to the dorms and asked Namjoon to make sure he was unlocked using the spare key. After arriving home he went straight into the shared bedroom and carefully placed you on your side, he then went straight into the closet and grabbed one of his big t-shirts and changed you into them leaving you in only that shirt, bra and your underwear but to be honest you always slept in his clothes even though he acted mad about it he thought it was super cute and adorable the way his oversized clothes engulfed your whole body.

He then proceeded to tuck you in and then headed to lock the main doors again. Jin went back the bedroom and shut the lights off before heading bed, he got comfortable and started to hug you from behind pulling you closer to him and placing his face in the crook of your neck taking in the smell of your shampoo and the scent of your perfume, he loved the smell so much.

"Ah, your so pretty Y/N." He whispered to you even though you couldn't hear him he praised you anyways. Soon enough he also drifted off to sleep.

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| Suga / Yoongi |

You were at a party with other guys who had been invited by another celebrity. You being a celebrity yourself already knew some people but Yoongi introduced you to some people who you never met, turns out most of them knew your group but you didnt know who they were, vise Versa. It was a rooftop party and the guys all separated so you were just with your boyfriend.

It had been an hour or so since you been there and you were bored, it was currently 10:03 pm and you were tired from working on lyrics all day but the girls (your bandmates) convinced you to go out since you would be spending time with Yoongi but he was equally as bored and tired as you were.

"Hey, imma get some drinks okay? Don't move, stay here and don't fall asleep until I come back." He looked at you for a response

"Mhm okay, bring me a soda please." You said with your head laid back.

Once he left you already felt like falling asleep, four minutes passed and you crashed, you couldn't resist it. Somehow you managed to fall asleep with people laughing and yelling and music blasting out the speakers, it was quite crowded and even though there were people also inside, it was equally as crowded, all the soft drinks and food were inside and the alcohol was outside so no wonder why it took Yoongi awhile.

"Who's that?" Some guy says as he spots you on the bench he crouched down to be at your level, with a beer in one hand, obviously drunk.

"Damn she's hot," he says stroking your hair and cheek with his free hand. He slowly let his hand trace down, brushing over your lips, over your jawline lower to your exposed thighs from your skirt.

"Bastard."

Suddenly the man who was touching you was flown across the floor.

"Who the hell do you think you are you fucking ass?!" The man says wiping the blood from his nose, he placed all his weight onto one arm and his other hand laid flat on the floor while people behind him tried to help him up.

"Who the hell do YOU think you are you piece of shit?! Ever come towards my girlfriend like that again then your nose won't be the only thing bleeding fucking bastard!" quickly the rest of the guys (BTS) ran to you guys, the drinks Yoongi had brought had already fallen out of his hands and broken onto the floor. Jimin and Hoseok came to you and asked if you were okay utterly confused you nodded while the others tried to calm Yoongi down. Yoongi pushed the guys off him with his shoulders and walked over to you.

"What the fuck if wrong with you?! I told you not to fall asleep, what if I was gone longer?! What if he had done something more to you?? Huh?!" he pushed your face side to side to make sure the man didn't hurt you then he looked at your thigh to make sure you weren't cut or something.

"I-i know, I'm sorry, you just took too long and my eyes started to get heavy and next thing I know I'm in dreamland, I'm so sorry please don't worry I'm okay I promise." You were on the brink of tears, you never liked when Yoongi yelled or even hurt which you didn't realize until he held your hand and you saw that his knuckles were bloody half which was the other man he punched.

"Babe, your hand," you said staring at it, already the boys tried to reassure you that he was okay and that you shouldn't do anything rash. Your tears had dried and now your eyes were full of anger.

"Y/N, im okay, it doesnt even hurt okay? Lets just go home and sleep." he held your hand tighter so that you couldn't leave him.

"Fine. Let's go before I change my mind." That night you both went to bed, he didn't want to let you know about what that man had just done to you until you and him calmed down a bit but the next day he was sure to let you know and ever since the party he's been super protective of you.

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| J-Hope / Hoseok |

You had been working a month straight without a day off until today, it was also BTS last concert in Seoul so you went to watch them, you had paid for a ticket in the VIP area without Hoseok getting you in for free, you didn't want him to things like that just because he was your boyfriend (even though you still got a discount). Deep down you wanted to say home and sleep in, everyone tried to convince you but you wanted to see your man get emotional and cry on stage. The guys had just finished their last song; 2! 3! All the lights were off beside the lightsticks and one stage light shining on all seven of them, at this point it was time for them to give thank you speeches and Hoseok was first.

"Wow. There are so many of you. Even though this may be our last concert it may be your first concert ever or your first BTS concert and I'm truly honored if it is and to those who's isn't, thank you for tagging along with us." He did start to cry but didnt let them hear he was crying though it was visible, he started looking for you and with Jimin's help he found you.

"Ahh, everyone my beautiful girlfriend came today to support us, she also wanted to see me cry haha.."

"Awwwe" ARMY says in unison

"But it seems to me that she had fallen asleep, its okay she worked hard for a long time and today she finally got a day off. I should punish her for sleeping when I'm giving my speech though, don't you think?" He says smirking

"Yes!" ARMY says the rest of the boys finished their speeches as well, the whole time Hoseok had been waiting to get you backstage to that he could punish you. Once that time came he quickly pushed you into a single person bathroom and locked it, obviously, you were confused so he took out his phone and searched for the video of him on stage from a second ago (obviously ARMY would be quick to upload the experience) and skipped to his speech. You raised your eyebrows and mouth a gap, you were surprised that he would say such a thing live in front of millions of fans.

"Its been a whole month and I didnt get to touch you once..you dont know how long I have been craving for you babe" his eyes were dark and full of lust, before you could respond he crashed his lips onto yours [use your imagination for the rest]. You spent at least 10 minutes in there then leaving and heading into the shared dressing room, all the boys looked at you both and smirked, they all knew why you guys took so long to get back and Hoseok wasn't even embarrassed.

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| RM / Namjoon |

Namjoon was in his studio trying to put back a collectible he broke back together, it had taken his at least 30 minutes to put 2/3 of it together. You, on the other hand, were waiting for someone to open the door to the dorms and to your surprise once you knocked someone immediately opened it.

"I knew it! I smelt the coffee the second you knocked!" Hoseok stared at the box that was placed in between your arms and waist

"You can do more than smell if you help me" you said letting him grab the box and one carrier of drinks, he placed them both on the kitchen counter then shut the door behind you, you placed the rest of the drinks down and grabbed a knife and a plate

"Hyung, who is i-Y/N!" Once Jungkook yelled your name the other two makanaes next to him swung their head around.

"Y/N!!!" They all ran to you, you just laughed

"You sound like three-year-olds"

You had your hands on the lips of the box the boys eagerly stared at you waiting for you to open it

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!" They all said in unison. You opened the box and pulled out a cheesecake, their faces softened a bit

"There are so many different types, is it homemade?" Hoseok says watching you cut off a piece that looked like vanilla

"Yea" a loud gasp was heard and suddenly their faces brightened up, everyone loved when you baked or cooked but you rarely did so, only when you were just checking up on Namjoon, you cut pieces off for them and told them that the drinks were for them.

"Make sure Yoongi and Jin get one too!" You took a plate and one of the drinks and headed to Namjoons studio

"Hey baby~"

"Hey Y/N" he didnt even turn around to look at you

"Whatever you brought just set it down" you set it on the desk next to his printer and his drink near his keyboard so he couldn't knock it down.

"What happened?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head on his

"I crushed it when I went to get a package I ordered, I forgot I was polishing it and set the box on top of it"

"What was in the box?"

"It was three laptops," he said still focused

"Why do you need three laptops???" You furrowed your brows and sighed

"I bought one for you since I broke it and bought me one since I also broke it and Jungkook cause I broke his when I broke mine, sorry babe" you went to sit on the couch not even surprised, it was 11:20 pm and you had just gotten off work two hours ago but despite work you watched your friends daughter, cleaned their house and made the cake there, so you damn well were fucking tired.

"Well if you need anything just tell me, ill be right here"

"Mhm" he didn't say anything else after.

time ; 11: 58 pm

"Y/N, i finally finished!" He sighed and took a sip out of the smoothie you gave him, he turned around and laughed

"You fell asleep? Wow" he got up and sat by your feet, your whole body was on the couch and you were hugging the decorative pillow, he looked at you and started to blush like he saw something he wasn't supposed to (he didnt)

"Your even more gorgeous when your asleep" he got up and placed a kiss on your lips before picking you up bridal style and heading to the shared bedroom laying you down, he shut off the lights and joined you, as soon his body was laid down he knocked out in an instant.

#bts imagine #bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts reactions #smut #angst #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #fluff #bts imagines

[queenlayla]

Nothing here is really in order.  My brain is so scattered right now.  Id like to write down what has happened the past few days before writing about her progress.  The 3 days I spent with Layla in the hospital were awful.  I would go home for a few hours to sleep, shower and play with Willow for a bit.  I don't think I slept anymore than 4 hours each night.  My heart was constantly racing and I would wake up in a panic thinking I had to get over to Layla right away.  The vet staff was nice enough to set up a pad for me in the corner with a blanket.  It was freezing in there!  At one point one of the vet’s ( I think the surgery vet if that’s even a thing ) came over and gave me a bean bag chair to sit on.  Complete game changer!  I could sleep in that chair if I had to.  I was definitely in the way sometimes as there was another cat above Layla named Chloe that was also in an ICU room.  But the staff made it work and were always very nice to me.  During these few days I could not tell you what day it was or which vet told me what information or anyone’s name really.  But I can tell you it was very chaotic there.  When I first arrived at the hospital, shortly after Layla had been revived through CPR and other drugs, there was a dog on the table next to us with a prolapsed vagina.  Excuse me if Ive gotten that term incorrect.  The dog’s vagina was literally on the table and they were stuffing it back inside of her.  Joe was with me at the time and my parent’s quickly followed in after us.   My Dad yelled at the vet on duty and said “did you kill her?”.  The veterinarian obviously answered no and said she had no idea why that happened to Layla because everything seemed normal.  I could throw up just thinking about it.  Layla was on the table on her side covered in urine.  She looked like she was run over by a truck but without the blood.  And the stupid masks that you have to wear to top the whole situation off!!!!! FUCK YOU COVID.  I just wanted to kiss her little face. So instead I rubbed her ears and around her eyes since I know she really likes that.  Layla is such a picky girl and mama knows don't touch the belly don't touch my feet and we’re all good.  After while they transferred her to the iCU room where I sat next to her.  Let me say it was a mess in there.  There were caps, garbage, some syringes and just random crap all over the floor.  It was so busy that night.  Im pretty sure Chloe, the cat above Layla, went into cardiac arrest also during her stay with them.  Im not sure if she received the same gas that Layla did as I could not see the far over in the room.  There was also another dog that I believe they were trying to intubate when all the sudden I hear “uh oh whats that looks like a foreign body flip him over get the tube out” and then you hear a splat on the floor of some kind of chunky liquid that came out after they intubated.  Again, couldn't see what it was but that dog also went into cardiac arrest and I believe passed away.  Im a little confused on this part because the woman at the front desk told me they were able to save all 3 animals that went into cardiac arrest but I did not see this little guy go back to his cage at all.   They of course could have another cage in a room elsewhere in the building.  Yes, they do the best they can and no one intentionally hurts the animals there.  HOWEVER, at least 10 hours after Layla was switched over to her ICU room her previous cage was still labeled as Layla Hunt.  There was another cat in there at the time and everyone continued to call the cat in there Layla Hunt.  Well I knew Layla was sitting right next to me but why didn’t the staff know that?  Isn't this an EMERGENCY CLINIC?!   So if that cat started to have a seizure or some kind of emergency situation they would initially think it was Layla Hunt and maybe treat her differently than they would if they actually knew who the cat was!  They did figure it out eventually but come on guys isn't there a better way?  I understand understaffing happens and they did have to call in 4 additional staff the night that Layla went into cardiac arrest. But if you're the only emergency clinic that is open in the area on a holiday weekend don't you think you would be a little more staffed? The more I sat there the more I thought something bad happened to Layla.  They were probably so overwhelmed and just wanted to get Layla out of there.  So they probably gassed her, like the other cat I saw in a box being gassed, and forgot about her for a little too long.  They also should have checked with me if I had any previous vet records from her.  They would have seen in her 2018 records that she had a slight heart murmur and they should have approached her treatment differently.  Im going to quote a good friend of mine who is an amazing vet tech; “Gassing down animals is an old school type practice. It’s not the safest especially in older animals because they’re more sensitive to gas. Injectable sedation is preferred and much safer. Like anesthesia for her wasn’t even needed if they have injectable drugs that could sedate her. A majority of injectable drugs can be reversed as well in case any adverse reaction occurs. You can’t really take away isoflurane from the system if you’ve given too much either. And if she received too much isoflurane gas it definitely could’ve fucked with her brain function. It’s like being in a gas chamber and suffocating until you’re unconscious/sedated versus being given a drug that will let you slowly drift to a sedative state with oxygenation monitoring”. HOW DISGUSTING!  LAZY STUPID BASTARDS. Oh and did I mention how I didn't have to pay for any of the treatment other than what I initially brought her in for? They knew they were in the wrong.  They were tired of handling her because she was so aggressive so they did the quick thing instead of the right thing.  I don't even know if she's going to pull through at this point.  Its not even about the blindness yet its about her struggling to eat and go to the bathroom first which I don't even know how to handle!  How am I going to go to work on Monday? Thank you for your kindness VEG but you need to rethink the way you practice emergency care for cats because you really missed the mark on this one.  

#pray for layla