#it was one of those plastic cups with a lid and a straw too. having that in my loft bed would be a gamer changer right about now…

[scottpilgrim4everr]

Really wishing my Jojo cup wasn’t broken right now.

#name one thing worse than a heartbreak #it was one of those plastic cups with a lid and a straw too. having that in my loft bed would be a gamer changer right about now… #I haven’t been able to find another one either 🥲 #RIP phantom blood cup 🕊️🕊️🕊️ #special cup #favorite cup #cups #autism #autistic adult #actually autistic #autism things

[scaredcrab]

Coffee shop (drabble)

Character: ☼ Wukong x Reader

✐ Summary: You work in the most relaxing coffee shop of the city. A special client starts visiting the place regularly.

✐ Category: Cute. Romantic.

-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼- ☼ Sun Wukong was going around in the form of a bird when he saw with his golden eyes some beautiful pastries by the window. He couldn't resist entering.

☼ Taking the opportunity to go through the door when someone opened it, Wukong sneaked to the countertop, ready to use his enchanting bird appearance to gain free snacks.

☼ That's when he fell into the trap, he held his gaze in the direction of something that attracted much more attention than the sweets themselves.

☼ Finishing writing down an order on a notepad, you tucked your pen behind your ear and turned to go on your way, until your attention was stolen by the sight of a bird inside your workplace.

☼ "Wow, what a beautiful visitor we have here. Would you like something, buddy?"

☼ You not only gave him a treat, you also let him have a table for two in the corner of the establishment. All the comfort that someone who eats without paying would want.

☼ From there, he decided that he needed to get closer to you.

☼ He started visiting whenever he could, only buying something if you are in your working shift.

☼ Wears a hooded outfit to hide most of his features, and a disposable surgical mask to hide his face when he comes to talk to you.

☼ He usually asks for some peach desserts and a coffee drink to go with it.

☼ Initially, Wukong doesn't like coffee, but he asks for it every time, since you recommended it when he asked your favorite product of the cafeteria. He would get rid of it by giving it for free to Tang later.

☼ But over time you realized that your shy customer had the habit of not drinking all the coffee and always asked for a cup to "drink the rest on the trip".

☼ "What do you think about having a latte instead of the espresso this time?"

☼ You asked what kind of latte art he would like to see in his drink. Uncertain of what to reply, he simply blurted out a "surprise me".

☼ And you fulfilled the agreement! The king almost couldn't drink when he came across the image of a small peach with delicate leaves made from milk foam in the cup.

☼ The next time he came for a latte he asked for a little foam monkey, and the next time he asked for a fireworks image, and so on with different specifications each time.

☼ A small detail that stole the monkey's heart even more was noticing that something started to accompany the latte: You started leaving messages thanking him for visiting on napkins with smiley faces drawn in the corner of the papers.

☼ Of course, he didn't hold you hostage to the latte arts for long. When he saw that with a specific drink you wrote what people asked for on the cup, he had to ask for one of those too.

☼ "Uhhh… Which one of the drinks come in with those plastic lids and a straw, and then you write something on the cup?"

"You mean a frappé?" - You said it with a smile that clearly showed how cute this was for you.

"If this is going to make you write in the cup, than that's exactly what I want."

☼ Once the drink was ready, you did what you normally do, asked the client name to put in the cup. A perfect opportunity to find out something about the peach dessert customer.

☼ Then you heard a cough through the mask, followed by a sly remark.

"Actually, I would prefer to see your number written there."

Needless to say, he got your contact, right?

☼ And everything would have ended as Wukong wished, if not for an unexpected problem. The place that only a few minutes ago had only the two of you had its front door opened, revealing two thieves breaking in.

☼ Facing the sight of your frightened face, he came out of his disguise to defend you. A fight that didn't last long, considering that one of those involved was none other than the Great Sage.

☼ He thought he lost all chances with you, considering that the opportunity to approach him calmly without the pressure of being "The Monkey King" has now been destroyed.

☼ "Thank you so much for saving me, and sorry for the inconvenience. Would a free dessert be a good way to make up for the inconvenience?" - Even after seeing who he was, your attitude towards him hadn't changed, you remained the same charming barista as ever.

Still dazed, the monkey had to shake its head to think again and come up with the perfect answer.

"It wasn't an inconvenience to help you, buuuut a date would be a nice reward if you want my opinion."

☼ Fortunately for both of you, several encounters followed that day. If before there was a crush full of chemistry, now a sugary love has begun to build.

#lmk #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk fanfiction #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader

[rieamena]

special | payment

you stood. tapping the cashier counter, eyes locked onto your phone, counting the seconds till your shift was just about to be over. when he would come. and then..., that damned sound rang through your ears.

"uhh... can i get a... um..."

mondays at 4:57 pm

thursdays at 4:57 pm

saturdays at 2:27 pm

this customer always came at the exact same time on the same days of the week. coincidentally, you always had these shifts.

three minutes till closing, he would walk in, not seeming to know that you were just about to close up. and when you got annoyed, he looked shocked, boasting about who he was.

not to mention, he always took at least a minute thirty just to decide what he wanted. although, after about two months of seeing him and taking his order, he stuck to a certain drink. he didn't even have to finish his sentence before you turned around to whip up his order.

sighing, you grabbed a take-away cup from the station, went to the machine and began to add juice. once the cup was three-fifths of the way full, you added fizzy water till the contents hit just before the brim of the cup. picking up a lid and a spoon, you brought the drink to the counter, making sure to stir it seven times in front of him, per his request. popping the lid on and reaching down to grab a straw, you passed it over to the man.

punching the drink into the pad and taking his card for the transaction, you stopped.

PAYMENT DECLINED

"theres no fuckin way..." you muttered under your breath. "your card declined. it's either you call up the bank, try another card, or give me cash. one of those three or you're not getting this drink."

the man looked dumbfounded. "wha–what?? my card declined?! the arataki itto's card DECLINED?!?!?" you crossed your arms. "that's what i just said."

less than three seconds after, a group of people barged into the cafe. one carrying what looked like a heavy-ass camera, another lifting up a microphone, and a few were stationing a ring light on the floor. "arataki itto! it seems your card declined!"

"oh really now...? i never would've guessed...! wait "

"yes it does. be prepared to work here for three months, superstar! we got the footage we need. let's roll out everyone!"

you looked at itto and he looked at you. simultaneously, both of you stared at the retreating group.

"so... i guess i'm working here now! care to show me the ropes~?"

you packed up your bag and threw him the key to lock up.

"absolutely not."

—

"we're gonna keep you at the cashier... since we don't trust you with anything else." your co-worker, rosaria, explained. she was a bit late to her shifts but you didn't blame her, coffee shop work isn't the greatest. especially when you're working at a popular one like swirl. "it's simple, you take the order, put the order in, get the money, relay the order to us, and onto the next customer."

you nodded along to rosaria's words, adding along, "noelle here is in charge of waitressing. so..., you don't need to worry about her unless she's on her break. then, you'll have to become a waiter until she's off."

the jingle of the door alerted the group. you nudged itto's shoulder. "look. a customer...! get ready, itto."

the man walked up to the counter. "uh... good morning, can i have a uh... moonlit alley please? here you go." he handed over his card and itto took it. you, rosaria, and noelle were all watching in suspense as he slid the plastic into the machine. one too many times. looks like someone's having trouble...

"um... sorry sir, just a moment... psst! y/n! over here!"

finishing up the drink, you took a very deep breath before walking over to the cashier stand.

"what is it?"

itto waved the card between the two of you and pointed at the machine. "it's saying error! see!" he put the card into the device again and

"how the fuck do you put a card in wrong??"

—

just after a month and a half of working at swirl, it would be an understatement to say that itto has gotten accustomed. even though he mainly manages the cashier, he also waiters even when noelle isn't on break, and sometimes dabbles in making drinks...! not to mention, his looks and supposed "fame" has brought the cafe even more fame. recently, people have been coming just to look at him. they would order a simple drink and take a seat with the "perfect view" to watch that man work. more often than not, someone would try to ask him out but he would always decline with a sorry expression on his face.

one of these times, you needed to get an extra stock of caramel from the cabinets in the cashier counter. as he was rejecting someone, you took the metal bars in hand and bent down. itto felt your presence lower, so he held the ceramic part of the counter that you were most likely to hit. after retrieving the caramel and some cocoa paste just to be safe, your head hit his fingers instead of the hard-ass slab like you were expecting.

"thanks." you looked up at him, holding the jars in your arms tightly. "of course! wouldn't want to hurt that pretty little head of yours..." the customer watched the whole ordeal happen, and they came to a conclusion, especially after seeing itto's face after exchanging words with you or even seeing you. someone's got a crush.

—

"hey uhh... y/n?" you were busy tidying up the drink making station when you heard itto's voice. turning around to the cashier area—where he was—you put your hands on your hips. itto's card was stationed between his fingers, with a stupid smile on his face. you just knew he was going to say something dumb. "i'd like to make a purchase"

eyes squinting in confusion, you thought. he's been working the cashier for around three months now... i knew he was stupid but there's no way... "a purchase of what exactly...?"

"your love, of course!"

if there was one thing arataki itto knew how to do..., it's catching you off guard. snapping out of your daze after processing his request, you found yourself being the subject of his numerous pictures. "n/n! make that face again! you look so pretty like that! c'mon now! do it please~!"

in the midst of his praise and begging, you muttered something. "okay." at first, itto thought that it was for his collage, but your certainty made him realize. her love, i can get it.

his hands met your waist as he hoisted you up onto the counter, blubbering. "wh–what did you say?? do ya' really mean it?" seems he was more oblivious than you thought. thinking about the past three months, and all those memories that were filled to the brim of him, you arrived at your answer. crossing your legs, you nodded. "yeah. i mean it."

PAYMENT APPROVED

#bonnie & clyde #kaeyadrip #rieamena #arataki itto #genshin itto #genshin impact #female reader #yoimiya #itto #thoma #itto imagines #modern au #venti #gorou #kokomi #ayaka #chongyun #xingqiu #xiangling #kaeya #lumine #aether #tomo #kazuha #ganyu #keqing #scaramouche #ningguang #heizou #special | payment

[niightravcns]

@fogdweller asked:

“I’m not interested in taking anything that comes from you.” [from vil]

FRAN BOW SENTENCE STARTERS

"Still holding a grudge after all these years? Would you truly have preferred it had I stayed and ruined the perfect vibe with my gloomy and miserable self?"

He means it in jest, amusement clear in the lilt of his voice and the quirk of his eyebrow. He knows that Vil has nothing against him for switching dorm, he might act like he does when they interact but he's always been a drama queen. Good ol' Vil, same as always. Some things never change.

Dorian is holding two containers, one in each hand, a small glass jar and a plastic smoothie cup. He hands the jar to Vil with a roll of his golden eyes, more fond than exasperated "Well, whatever, this doesn't come from me, Azul sends it, I'm just the delivery man. It's a sample of that moisturizing cream he's promised you, says he wants you to try some first in case he needs to further tweak the recipe."

(He'd laughed himself sick imagining Vil's face were he to know the main ingredient of said beauty product. The fact that it came at the expense of Floyd, one of the banes of Dorian's existence, had only made him laugh all the more. Good times.)

"I do have this too though. It's one of those homemade smoothies that you like so much, made by yours truly." He dangles the tall plastic cup (the same shade of purple of the Pomefiore uniform, the lid a soft lilac like the tips of Vil's hair, complete with a straw colored a dark lipstick-red) from his thumb and forefinger, lips quirking in a shit-eating grin.

"But since you said you're not interested in anything that comes from me, I guess I'll have to take it back to the kitchen and drink it all myself. Your loss, I guess~"

#fogdweller #you wouldn't want to mess with me [answer] #silence is golden [ic] #verse: take a stand; make a choice [main] #(( he's such a lil shit i am so sorry lol ))

[lowspoonsinstantrecipes]

"Help I Keep Forgetting To Drink Water": A Guide

Disclaimer: these tips aren't magic, just some things I've had marginal success with over the years. Not all of them will work for you, but if a couple of them help a little, that's progress worth holding onto!

Quick List of Tips, For Reference:

fun water bottle

silly straw

flavored water

eat your water

variety is the spice of life

remove chlorine/bad tastes

lengthy explanations and rambling under the cut

Fun water bottle: this tip is geared toward people with attention issues. Get yourself a cute water bottle that you like looking at, and you might remember to use it for its intended purpose sometimes! Bonus points if it has cool features (mine has an auto-seal feature that unlocks at the press of a button, I can tell you that having a button to press every time I drink water is a major plus for me). I also recommend putting stickers on your existing water bottle to make it more interesting. The more attention you give the object, the more likely you are to actually use it and enjoy using it.

Silly straw: when I was about 10 years old I had a red plastic water bottle with a straw built into the handle. I was so excited by the novelty of a water bottle with a built in straw I basically could not stop drinking from it until it broke. If you find the sensory feedback of sipping from a straw enjoyable, leverage the heck out of that! Novelty straws can entice you to drink more by being fun to look at, and they turn drinking water into a fun stim! You can also use this tip to reduce the number of times you dump water all over your chin instead of into your mouth, if that's an issue for you (it comes up for me sometimes...). The straw doesn't have to be silly, it just has to be something you enjoy using. Keep in mind that many reusable straws are difficult to clean, so be prepared to find something you can clean reliably or buy lots of disposable ones.

Flavored water: I just mix fruit juice with my water to keep things interesting, but there's a bajillion options for water flavoring out there that may work for your needs. Juice and gatorade are both more hydrating than drinking nothing (this is even true of soda, don't let people tell you it's not), and flavored liquids are a lot easier for most people to drink than plain water. You can buy little squirt bottles of water flavoring or packets of powdered drink mix, or you can try just adding a splash of lemon juice to your water, or buying one of those fancy diffuser water bottles that you can put fruit chunks in, etc. Using frozen fruit chunks as ice cubes also makes things more interesting.

Eat your water: most fruits and vegetables are mostly water. If you eat a lot of fresh fruit in a day, you won't need to drink as much plain water to stay hydrated. Jello and applesauce are good examples of foods that are easy to eat and contain a lot of water. Melons are a popular summer snack for good reason, and watermelon is aptly named. Keeping lots of fruit you like (or veggies! celery is particularly watery, for instance) on hand to snack on is a great way to put water in your body without feeling like you are Drinking Water. Sometimes the answer to thirst is cronch.

Variety is the spice of life: if your go-to water drinking tip starts to lose its effectiveness, look for ways to renew a sense of novelty around water. Try freezing some fruit or juice and using that as ice cubes instead of putting juice directly in your water, or vice versa. Try switching to a different flavor of juice or finding a new fruit you like, trading your water bottle for a reusable cup with matching lid and straw, or drinking out of jars instead of glasses, or putting more or different stickers on your water bottle. Combining several techniques in different ways can help keep your routine from becoming too routine.

Remove chlorine/bad tastes: sometimes tap water just... tastes bad. Using a water pitcher with a built-in filter at home, or a water bottle that filters its water through a straw, can do a lot to reduce the Nasty Tap Taste. These devices tend to be expensive, so be careful with them if money is tight, and if all else fails, pre-bottled water is (usually) cheap and convenient.

#hydration tips #not an instant recipe

[maaaxx]

25 13 and 22

would you say you have good taste in music?

no 💀

i have an extremely mainstream taste in music if it hasnt been in the top 100 or an extremely popular pop artist i probably dont know the song.

my reasoning for this is that listening to new songs in my free makes me anxious bc i have limited free time and what if i dont like it??? but if i listen to it on the radio or something and decide i like it that works out.

im like this with books and shows and movies too. i need an extensive amount of spoilers before i even consider watching something.

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

probably rob some store. not sure what store. then bunker down and hide.

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

i get extremely paranoid with water bottles. im always scared they have a bug or mold or some type of other contamination in them. so i always have to have like unopened plastic water bottles or drink from a cup. (idc that its bad for the enviroment i need hydration)

i think if i get one of those ones where its completely clear like the lid and everything and theres no straw its like a screw top id be good but i cant afford one rn so

Something like this one.

#there is a very high chance that i have ocd and thats what im contributing the water bottle thing to #max thinks shes relevant #asks

[0nemorestranger]

chrissy wanting the two guys she loves most to be friends so she uses her powers of deception tricks them into going to a concert together. at first jason doesn't say anything when they pull into the trailer park -- chris has always been better with making friends outside of their social circle -- but when he sees eddie munson bounding down the steps and heading for his car, he nearly blows a gasket.

eddie opens the passenger door and looks at chrissy, ignoring jason entirely. "you're out of your mind if you think i'm spending an evening with him." (finally, something they can agree on.)

but chrissy stands her ground, as she always does. "it's just a concert. you guys won't even need to talk to each other."

he gives jason the once-over and grimaces. "at least come in and make yourself presentable. you stick out like a sore thumb."

"told you so," chrissy mumbles as they all walk up the trailer steps together. and what the hell? he thought an all-black ensemble would've been fine. they're an up-and-coming metal band, sure, but they're a christian metal band. it's not like he was gonna roll up to the place covered in spikes and pentagrams -- even if they didn't read the word.

eddie throws him a pair of ripped up acid-wash jeans. "put those on, for starters." he disappears deeper into the closet so jason can change in peace, thank god, and a few seconds later shirts come flying out one by one. he picks up the hellfire shirt and slips it on for shits and giggles. when he asks how he looks, eddie turns around and doesn't give an immediate response.

at least, not a verbal one.

but his look says a lot. maybe even too much.

"ridiculous." he shoves a shirt into jason's chest: a black tee featuring what looks like album art for a band called Stryper. he's heard of these guys -- christians too, chris says -- but he hasn't gone out of his way to listen to them yet. eddie turns around so he can change.

"didn't know you were into this side of the scene," he says.

"i may not dig on organized religion, but good music is good music." he turns around and looks jason up and down, quicker this time. "it'll do. let's go."

it's a quick drive to the venue. well, venue might be generous; it's only a big bigger than a walk-in closet. he could spit from where he's standing and hit the stage, then turn his head at a right angle and probably drool onto the merch table. "where's the pit gonna be?"

eddie smiles at him with half-lidded eyes: amused and a little smug. "hang up the gloves for two hours, balboa." then he steers them to the bar and orders: two beers, two shots of tequila, and a rum and coke for the lady -- those are his exact words and it makes jason wish there was room for a pit after all. but he flashes his fake ID along with theirs and plays nice. then they make their way toward the stage. people are still filing in, so they have no problem getting to the front.

"how long have you guys been coming here?" he has to scream to be heard over the pre-concert mixtape, something that is decidedly unchristian and headache inducing besides.

"since spring break. she remembered my band from middle school." (jason remembers, too. he hated them.) "i told her to come and see us when she got the chance. didn't think she actually would."

"and one thing led to another?"

"pretty much."

"yeah. and you got her hooked on devil music, so thanks for that."

"you're here too, aren't you?"

the rest of the evening happens in a series of snapshots: losing chrissy, then finding her swirling her straw around in her plastic cup and chatting up the bartender; eddie recommending him some non-metal music and jason noncommittally saying he'll check it out; jumping around when the band actually takes the stage; throwing an arm around eddie not because he needs help standing -- though he lost count after four beers -- but because, damn, this guy's not all bad. it makes jason want to hate him even more, but what he ends up feeling is actually something just short of fondness.

chrissy hates the idea of being drunk, so her single drink before the show was all she had. someone needs to be the DD, anyway.

"y' wan' stay the night?" it's slurred and giggly, but one look at eddie's glassy eyes and jason can tell that it's sincere, too. he makes for the bedroom, thinking himself rude only after he flops down on the mattress and is too beat to pick himself back up.

another body flops down beside him. "chrissy took th' couch. i c'n sleep on the floor, if y'want."

his head is buried in the pillow, but he tries to shake it anyway. "'s cool."

"really? i'da thought you wouldn' wan' me around, after..."

"yeah, well." he turns on his other side to get a better look at the guy. "it's flattering, y'know? always nice to get a compliment. and..." he waves his hand in the air. "sometimes people c'n surprise you."

"you're tellin' me." he chuckles and punches jason in the arm. "g'night, my man." then he turns over, and his breathing evens out almost immediately.

///

they wake up the next morning at almost the same time, facing each other. not a word is said, but the whole situation is so unbearably, inexplicably funny that they both bust up immediately, snorting and wiping their eyes and leaning into each other for support.

the racous laughter is what wakes chrissy up. if she were in a bitchy mood, she'd snap at them to shut the hell up and go to sleep. instead, she laughs, too. this whole thing went exactly as planned.

i wanted this to be a "real fic" for over a week now, but i couldn't get the words to come out right. so for the time being i'm posting this unpolished, unedited, bare-bones piece, and maybe if enough people like it i'll try to actually do something with it.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #jason carver #jason x chrissy #platonic hellcheer #platonic munver

[nickgerlich]

Grasping At Straws

It is no secret that our takeaway world creates mountains of trash. I am reminded of it each and every day, because I can see Canyon’s Mount Trashmore through my kitchen window. Worse yet, I have to drive right by it on my way to the office. There’s no mistaking that gigantic hill on the table-flat prairie. It just didn’t form there naturally.


All of the food we order at the drive-thru requires packaging. Everything we eat inside yet want to take home as leftovers requires packaging. And all those dinners we order via Door Dash and Uber Eats likewise require packaging. It’s a long list of cups, boxes, and straws, all of which gets tossed into the landfill ultimately.

It is so much that is has caused governments and companies to start thinking about their ecological footprint. A few years ago, Starbucks opted for sippy-cup lids. And then California banned plastic straws. Last year, Canada banned many single-use plastics such as utensils, which I noted in Saskatchewan when they served my avocado spread with a bamboo knife.

And now McDonald’s is testing new drink lids as well, in an effort to eliminate straws. You know when the big companies take the lead in something that a tidal shift is about to happen throughout the industry.

Some may counter by saying straws and plastic utensils don’t account for much of our total trash, and even scoff at the efforts to reduce or eliminate their use. Yes, they are small, but they add up. It will take a monumental effort to change our disposable lifestyle.

While I am at it, I need to add “digital lifestyle” to that mix as well, because we as a society love to order out from our phones and wait for it to be delivered. We also love to use curbside or home delivery for our groceries, which also necessarily means a lot of plastic bags.

You know. Those bags that get snagged by barbed wire fences out here on windy days.

While I am on my soapbox, I suppose we need to also look at all the other things we order online, because those things too require packaging. I’ve got a bunch of empty Amazon boxes laying around. I try to use them for storing other items, but you can only do so much with a random collection of boxes. I suppose if I ran an eBay business, I could easily reuse them, but I don’t. I could tote them to work and put them in the recycle bins, but I usually forget. Oh, and I should mention that recycling out here on the High Plains is a non-starter. There is only one kind of trash receptacle (aside from campus), and it is one-size-fits-all.

I am good with McDonald’s and this market test. It is a bold move, but we need more bold movers and shakers to wake us up to the reality of our consuming ways. It’s not like trash dumps are a new thing, because even ancient societies had them. When you consume, you have waste. But it’s just that modern life is so focused on convenience at all levels that packaging starts to become a major problem.

Maybe Mount Trashmore (and yours as well, wherever you live) will settle over time, but I have my doubts. Perhaps they could make snow and turn them into giant toboggan runs. That would be fun, although a bit ironic that we’d be sledding roughshod over all the things we just want to go away in the first place.

I’ll take that sippy cup, thank you. My kids used them, and there’s no reason I—we—can’t too.

Dr “Pour It On“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #trash #McDonald's #straws

[christmasassistancehelp]

Christmastime food baskets for needy families

You know the drill: You take the good stuff and put it in a basket for the less fortunate. This year, though, you can also do something special for those who need it most. The holidays are a time when people come together to share love and happiness. But what about the families who don't have enough to eat? In this article we'll tell you how to make Christmas food baskets that will help needy families.

What You'll need to make a Christmastime food basket.

To make a Christmastime food basket, you will need:

- A big box of delicious food

- Some supplies like rice, pasta, peanut butter, and jelly (or other flavorings)

- A can of chickpeas or black beans

- A jar of gravy or salsa

- A bag of cookies or candy bars

- Some decorations like lights and bows

How to Make Christmastime Food baskets.

To make a Christmastime food basket for a needy family, you will need the following:

- A large bowl or jar

- Something to put the food in (a spoon, measuring cup, measuring spoons, etc.)

- Cotton balls or other small pieces of material to fill the top of the bowl or jar

- Straws (optional)

- Some type of adhesive (e.g. hot glue)

- Salt and pepper to taste

How to Make the Food Basket for the needy families

You can also use this recipe as a template to create your own Christmastime food basket:

1. Choose a large bowl or jar that is easy and affordable to purchase. This will be used as the base for your food basket.

2. Fill the bowl or jar with enough cotton balls or small pieces of material so that it is full but not too full. Be sure to use different types of material so that each piece does not become one big mass.

3. Add a few drops of adhesive (or hot glue) to each corner of the lid of the bowl or jar and screw itshut tight with some type of screws (not shown). Then, add salt and pepper to taste. If you are using straws, add them before adding any other ingredients!

4. Place your chosen christmas gift inside the prepared bowl or jar and enjoy!

Tips for Making Christmastime Food baskets.

One of the simplest and most cost effective ways to help those in need is by making a food basket. Here are a few tips on how to make your own Christmastime food baskets:

-Start by creating a template food basket that is specific to the needs of the needy families you will be helping. This can be done online, or even in a paper or cardboard box!

-Next, find some delicious and nutritious items that you can fill the basket with. Whether it’s homemade cookies or pumpkin spice cake, these items will sure to please!

-Once everything is put together, wrap everything up in plastic wrap and place it in an unheated envelope or carrier for shipment. You may also want to include an information card with addresses and contact information for the needy families you’re helping.

-Finally, make sure to enjoy your delicious Christmastime food basket!

Conclusion

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[purple-babygirl]

you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

~

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

~

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

~

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

~

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

~

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

~

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

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[solarwonux]

Sangyeon x f!reader

W.C: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, arguing, mentions of cheating

For the 12 Months I Loved You Collab by: @sunlightwoo

Note: um...better late than never right?? This was supposed to go up in February but things happen. It’s one of my favorite ones that I’ve written, but I feel like I say that for every single thing I write lmao. I hope you like it plsssss let me know your thoughts. Thank you.xx

A long exasperated sigh left your lips at the sight of Sangyeon in the corner of the reception hall, chatting up a pretty redhead. His arm draped around their waist, clutching their body close to his, their faces close enough to smell the expensive champagne lingering in their breaths. A palm was placed on his chest as he leaned down to whisper something in their ear. Earning a flirtatious giggle from them, along with a sultry nod.

Their delicate fingers wrapped around his black tie as they pulled him close to whisper something against his plump lips. It was your cue to look away, but something inside of you—maybe the five flutes of champagne you had indulged in when the night was still young, prevented you from looking away.

Gripping the body of your sixth flute you prepared for what was to come, though when he smirked and unraveled their fingers from his tie, you let out a sigh of relief. Sangyeon still hasn’t broken rule number three of your friends with benefits arrangement.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstance you are to hook up with other people.

Though when he ran his fingers down the side of their arm teasingly making them shiver at the feather-like feeling. One you had relished in for many nights on end, you knew he would not only be breaking rule number three but rule number four as well.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to hook up with other people, especially when the other party is in the same room.

The anger flourished inside of you like an unwelcome weed. And you knew green was definitely not your color, but you couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over, running along your veins like bitter poison. Your grip on your champagne flute got tighter. So much so that if you were destined with superhuman strength you would’ve shattered it into pieces, especially when his knowing eyes met yours. A glint of something sinister sparking behind them while his fingers laced with those of the red head.

He turned away before giving them a shy whisper and then tugged them gently towards the door of the reception hall. Leaving you behind in the middle of his best friend’s wedding reception, on your sixth flute of champagne, while you broke rule number six.

Don’t catch feelings for the other party involved.

To be fair when you and Sangyeon had agreed to the terms and conditions of your new no strings attached relationship. You were positive, even overly confident that you weren’t going to be the one to fall for your brother's asshole friend.

You had known him for years, grew up with him. He always made it his mission to make your life a living hell. Whether it was purple food coloring in your hair conditioner back in middle school (you had an odd mixture of purple and red that had somehow turned a nasty shade of burgundy in your hair for almost a year as you grew it out enough to cut off the damage,) or calling you ugly while simultaneously including all the the synonyms. He had made your life a living hell, he had been the reason for your tears whenever your insecurities took over. And he had been the reason for your newfound jealousy now as you sat on your couch a week after your brother's wedding still replaying the scene back in your head like a bad old timely movie.

It had started when two of you got drunk on Christmas Eve, laughing boisterously at your nonexistent love life’s.

“Who knew the reason we would be bonding is because we haven’t gotten laid in months.” He said, throwing his head back, gulping the remnants of his beer.

”For your information, I got laid last week. But I’m not bringing my one night stand to meet my family.” You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his.

He sets the beer bottle to his side, before leaning his elbows on his knees and gazing over at you. “How many people asked you where your date was tonight?”

“Too many.” You sigh, running your finger along the condensation of your own beer bottle. The memories of yours and Sangyeon’s family coming up to you asking you the million dollar question still prevalent in your mind. “You?”

“Not as many as I expected but still a lot. I just wish maybe they can back off.” He leaned back, placing his elbows behind him. He tore his eyes from your form and focused them on the night sky. “Maybe I should’ve hired a date or something.” He comments.

Your family's holiday party was still bustling behind the front door of your childhood home. Yet, the thought of ever going back in, earning judgmental looks from your single aunts was keeping you away.

He was right, maybe you should’ve hired someone as a date for the night.

Sangyeon bumped his knee against yours gently, “Want to date for the holiday’s?” The question came off as a joke, his sweet and gentle laugh following it. But as you sat there contemplating the idea, you realized that it wasn’t as bad. He was practically family. Your parents and his parents had been trying for years to set the two of you up. If you were to show up on New Year’s with your arm looped in his, no one would bat an eyelash. In fact you were willing to bet money that your mom and his would start crying pure tears of joy.

“Why not?” You shrug, “Our parents have been planning our wedding since we were kids, and as much as we don’t like each other. In some twisted sense of the word I do trust you.” Sangyeon did a double take, sitting up straighter and leaning in just enough to be in your line of sight.

“Are you sure?” Concern washed over his features. His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth as he waited for your response. “Like, you want to date me for the holiday’s?” He asked pleading for reassurance. Despite the relationship between the two of you not making sense to anyone outside your friendship circle, the level of trust and respect for each other’s boundaries was evident. You two pushed each other, got under each other’s skin, but you also knew when to stop. Which is why this plan was perfect. Foolproof.

“Yes.”

And somehow the two of you agreed that from then until further notice you would be each other’s dates for every holiday in the near future. Yet, if you had known the outcome of it you wouldn’t have agreed, especially not when the thin threshold had been crossed on your birthday.

He had showed up with a cheap bottle of vodka, all the romantic comedies he could find at the gas station and a boyish smile. His lips were on yours after five shots of the drinking game you had invented and you were naked underneath him after seven.

“I’m just saying, adding sex into the mix wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He proposed with a shrug during a very awkward hang over filled coffee talk at the rundown cafe the next day. “We can even add some rules so it wouldn’t be so weird.”

“Adding rules is the weird part, Sangyeon.” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your herbal green tea and then cringing at the taste. “But they would help...you know to keep things from getting messy.”

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled widely grabbing the kids menu you had ordered from and a red crayon, scribbling down messily in his almost indescifrable handwriting:

Holi-date No Strings Attached Rule Book

Can I come over tonight.xx

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance, upon reading the text from Sangyeon. Of course, he hadn’t contacted you for over a week and the only time he decides to do so is when he’s in need of a good fuck. You throw your phone down on the table, resting your forehead against it. An annoyed sound falling out of your lips.

“Hello there negative nancy,” Kevin says, slipping into the seat in front of you. “I got you your favorite.” He sings, placing the iced matcha green tea latte in front of you and flicking the top of your head to get your attention.

You whine, lifting your head up a pout evident on your lips as you break the seal of the plastic lid with your paper straw. A poor attempt to reduce the consumption of plastic. Changing the straw wouldn’t do anything for the Earth when your whole cup is made out of non-biodegradable plastic. Maybe it’s the effort and the thought that counts, either way you take a sip from your drink, savoring the taste as it coats your tastebuds. Letting the false promise of a full six hour surge of energy run down your throat.

“Thank you for buying today.” You nod.

“It’s the least I can do for helping me with the web design project.” He smiles an award winning smile before bringing his hot mug of black coffee up to his lips. Hissing from the heat and cringing at the taste. Just like how he couldn't phantom how you liked the vibrant green liquid, you couldn’t understand how he drank five cups of black coffee daily. Indeed, he was not human, you concluded that a couple years ago.

You shrug, wrapping your fingers around the cup, “I had time to spare, but don’t get too comfortable with my help. It’s rare that I finish my work early.” You point an accusatory finger at him, furrowing your eyebrows before breaking into a wide smile.

“Ehh,” Kevin shrugs, “we’ll see about that when you’re begging me to buy you one of those nasty vomit colored drinks in a week.” He finishes sending you a wink that usually has all the girls and guys weak in the knees. You on the other hand have been so accustomed to his flirty ways after years of working side by side that it did nothing to you but annoy you slightly, yet in some odd way it comforted you.

Since day one everything between you and Kevin was comfortable and easy. He sat next to you in your digital marketing class Sophomore year of college and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. For a while you harbored a fat silent crush on him, his flirting being a point of confusion for you back then. It wasn’t until you experienced first hand what dating Kevin would be like that your crush dissipated into nothing but a platonic kind of love.

It was awful, the two of you had only gone on two dates. Two very disastrous and nightmare inducing dates, that sent shivers up both of your spines when just the mere thought of it entered the front lobe of your brains. It was then, while attempting to wash out a red wine stain out of your white dress in his and Jacob’s kitchen that you both agreed to just being friends. Eventually leading up to being coworkers as well.

It was a shame, you could always see yourself possibly loving Kevin and it would be easy too. And as much as you’d like to imagine it sometimes, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted and vice versa.

“How’s the boyfriend, trouble in paradise yet?” He raises his eyebrow at you, hitting your calf lightly with the tip of his dress shoe.

You groan, running a hand through your hair, “Sangyeon is not my boyfriend, we just hang out sometimes.”

You quirks an eyebrow, smirking, “That’s what I said about Jacob and I, and look at us now.” He raises his left hand wiggling his ring ringer, letting the gold band catch the light of the setting sun. “Till death do us apart or something like that.” He shrugs, taking another sip from his coffee.

“Yeah but you two are perfect for each other, Sangyeon and I are like water and oil we don’t mix unless, well...you know.”

“Unless the two of you are fucking? Yes I am aware, the horror of me walking in on the two of you last month still keeps me up at night.” He shudders, pushing his half empty mug away from him. A disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands in utter despair, “I thought we agreed to forget about that and move on.”

“Fine I won’t bring it up again,” He rolls his eyes and sits back, crossing his arms in front of him. “But I know there’s trouble in paradise, does it have to do with what happened at the reception?”

You stare at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the events that took place at the reception. It was everything before the reception, during the reception and after the reception. You swore to yourself and him the morning after the two of you first accidentally slept together that you would never fall for him. But as it turns out, you had fallen for him long before that, a moment lost in time. A moment you couldn’t pinpoint but you just knew that what you felt for him was more than platonic. It sucked.

“Maybe,” you shrug, stirring the contents of your drink with your paper straw, distracting you and avoiding Kevin’s look of concern. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He’s just so frustrating. We agreed to have rules to make this whole fucked up situation less of a mess, but he broke two of those rules that night, purposely. I could tell that he was enjoying it.” You let out a defeated sigh and push your drink out of the way, bringing your arms to rest on top of the table, crossing them and hiding your face in them. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion you were feeling, but you just knew it was bad from the way your throat closed up and the tears that were brimming in the corner of your eyes.

Kevin hummed and leaned forward onto the table, ruffling your hair in the process. “And what rule have you broken?” He whispers.

“The one in which I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.” You lift your head, digging your palms into your eyes forcefully. “I didn’t want to, I still don’t want to, but I can’t stop. It’s like he’s casted some kind of love spell on me. Maybe it’s part of his evil plan to destroy me once and for all.” You sigh, grabbing your phone and turning it over. The text sitting there unread, haunting you.

“Don’t answer it.” Kevin covers your screen with his hand. The sadness he held for you is evident behind his soft eyes. “I know you want to but don’t answer it. It’s only going to make you feel worse and frankly I still hate seeing you cry.”

He’s right. Answering him would only make you feel smaller than you already do. You didn’t want to see him, but you longed to have him hold you even if it meant nothing to him. You push Kevin’s hand away, swiping your thumb over the text, hitting reply. You know you should listen to your best friend, but there’s a reason why the two of you would’ve never made it far in a romantic relationship.

You were stubborn and never listened.

8pm, don’t be late. I have to wake up early tomorrow.

Kevin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, falling back in his chair, scoffing. “Last time, tonight will be the last time and then we break it off.” You say, avoiding his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I said and I ended up having a shotgun wedding.”

Can’t wait, miss you.xx

“My job’s having an event for Valentine’s Day.” Sangyeon broke the silence, his chest still rising rapidly, matching yours. As you came down from your highs.

The second he had walked in through your front door he was pinning you against your poor excuse of a dining room table, without a proper greeting. He barely gave you a second to think before he was peeling your clothes off in a haste and carrying you off to your room.

“And you want me to go with you?” You turn your head to face him. He was laying down on his side, his head resting on his arm, watching you cautiously.

“Mhm,” He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I need a plus one, I have this annoying coworker that doesn’t leave me alone. I figured if I brought you along they would back off.”

“So I’m not just your date, but also your cockblock?” You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow. “What happens when they find out we aren’t actually dating?” You poke his chest with your index finger. It was smooth and muscular and decorated with the beautiful marks you left behind a few minutes ago.

“They won’t.” He smiled leaving a light kiss against your neck, trailing his lips up and sucking on the spot he knew would have you moaning in seconds. “What do you say?” He bites your earlobe, pulling it before sitting up again.

You sigh and bring your sheets up to your body, sitting up. “I can't, I have plans already.” You lie hugging your knees up to your chest. You wanted to go, pretend once more that you and Sangyeon were more than holiday dates and fuck buddies. But you couldn’t put yourself through that anymore. You were getting used to being by his side, living out a fantasy in your head. When all he wanted was a quick fuck and an easy pass.

“I have a date, Kevin and Jacob’s friend.” You shrug, closing your eyes, mentally apologizing to the couple for dragging them into your problem’s once again. “We’re going out to dinner.” You finish, opening your eyes and looking over at Sangyeon who laid there, messy hair decorating his pillows, stunned. You knew what he was thinking and you were just waiting for him to say it. To get it over with so he’d leave as fast he came in.

He chewed on his bottom lip and then scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, what about rule number seven or whatever.” He quickly got up from your bed, letting the sheets covering his lower half fall down to your carpeted floor.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to date other people, until officially calling the deal off.

“Well, I don’t know. I like him. We’ve been talking for a while now and he’s sweet. He likes me.” You shrug, watching as he walks around your room looking for his discarded clothes. “And I haven’t broken the rule, yet. I was hoping we could talk about it and just call this whole thing off once and for all.”

“No but you broke rule number one or something.” He puts on his boxers fast and digs through your scattered clothes on your floor for the rest of his clothes.

You sat there silently watching him, running through your memory files as you recalled the rules and what rule number one consisted of which had nothing to do with what you had done. Or lied about doing.

As common courtesy for the other party, always use protection.

“That’s not what rule number one is, it’s -”

“Whatever, you broke a rule before calling it quits, you were basically cheating on me.” He yells, leaving his white washed jeans unbuttoned as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You were floored, witnessing an angry Sangyeon wasn’t rare for you. In fact, growing up you had been the product of many of his angry outbursts while inducing your revenge, but it was never serious. This was different. This felt different. This was serious, he was accusing you of something you didn’t do. He was accusing you of doing the one thing you saw him do at your brother’s wedding reception. It made your blood boil.

“That’s fucking rich coming from you, when you cheated on me first, but I never brought it up because although you fucking did break a rule. We are not together so who am I to get angry at you?” You threw your hands up in the hair, before pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Who are you to get angry with me?”

“And they were a good fucking lay, much better than you in every single aspect.” He spits out, angrily putting on his shirt. His words hurt. He was hitting you where it hurts the most and he wasn’t even aware of it. You held his gaze, refusing to break down in front of him.

“Why not ask them instead, why didn’t you go to them tonight instead of coming here?”

He shrugs, looking around your room, focusing on the polaroid pictures you kept on your mirror. Anything was better than looking at you, and the tears pooling in yours in which he undoubtedly was the cause of. But he was hurt too, you let him come over, you let him in and he had given you everything. Poured out his unwarranted feelings into every kiss he left on your body and every pattern he painted onto your skin with his delicate fingertips, just like he always did whenever the two of you got together. He knew he had broken rule number six a long time ago. Back when the two of you were still in high school, when the rules didn’t exist and his crush on you was nothing compared to what he felt for you now. But he was scared of telling you, and it had gotten him nowhere.

His heart still broke just like he feared, and even worse he had broken yours too.

“Maybe I should, this was a mistake. Being with you in the first place was a mistake and I knew it was going to bite me in the ass one day.”

“Get out, I never want to see you again.”

“With pleasure.” Sangyeon turns around and walks out the door. It wasn’t until you heard your front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry.

You should’ve listened to Kevin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Jacob pulls his scarf around his neck. Though, it was February it had snowed last night. The winter clothes that you had slowly started putting away, swiftly made their comeback when you woke up shivering that morning.

You shake your head, stuffing the heart shaped cake you had made for both him and Kevin the day before. Be mine inscribed in sparkly purple store bought icing as per request from Jacob, “It’s Valentine’s Day, you should spend it alone together.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively at the two men in front of you.

Kevin leans forward, one hand on his waist while the other one moves up and flicks your forehead, “get that pretty head of yours out of the gutter, Jacob and I are gonna romantically eat our weight in this beautiful cake you’ve made us, while watching the Bring it On series.”

“I’m trying to get him to realize why the third one is the best.” Jacob says pointedly, bumping his shoulder against his husbands. “Solange Knowles steals the show, but he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Kevin scoffs and turns to face him, “I love you and I love your love for the Knowles family but face it babe the best Bring it On movie is the first one, it sets the precedent for all the other movies.” He finishes painting the picture out with his hands in the air before kissing the others cheek.

You shake your head, silently giving Jacob a knowing look. Of course the third Bring it On was the best one, but you won’t ever say that out loud. At least not with Kevin present, he won’t ever let you live it down. Will go on and on about how both you and Jacob were wrong until he was repeating himself.

“It sounds tempting but I’m going to pass, I have my own date with my couch and heart shaped pizza and -”

“Your vibrator.” Kevin interrupts, raising his eyebrows, smiling smugly at you. The embarrassment taking over your body and rising out of your ears. Jacob rolled his eyes, hitting his husband’s upside the head, and a warning look. Kevin pouted, “What? I’m not wrong, that's what she does every Valentine’s day, I’m just stating the truth.” He complains rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re going to go now.” Jacob places both of his arms on top of Kevin’s shoulders, mouthing a sorry in the process. You brush him off, “the offer still stands, if you get bored you can join us.” He opens the door and pushes his husband through the door frame.

“I’m good, have fun and no Kevin you can’t sleep on my couch after Jacob’s kicked you out again.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, last time, I walked in on you and San -”

Jacob covers his mouth with wide eyes as he continues to push him out of your front door, Kevin shrinks at the realization that he almost slipped. It had been three weeks since you last met him, since he last reached out to you. The only thing you knew of him was that your mom had called you to tell you that he had finally gotten the promotion he had been desiring for almost a year. Doting over him like she always did. It had gotten worse when the two of you showed up hand in hand at New Year’s last year. You were proud of him. You wanted to hug him and celebrate his achievement in every which way you could. But you meant it when you told him that you didn’t want to see him again. You couldn’t trust yourself or your heart when it came to him.

“We love you, call us if you need anything.” Jacob said, sending you a kiss and shutting your front door. You smiled, listening to their bickering out in the hallway, standing there until they were far away and you couldn’t hear them anymore. They were characters, the two of them and even worse when they were together. It was why they were so perfect for one another, they completed one another in every sense of the word and it made you insanely happy, but also sad.

Sometimes you wished, whenever you were alone at night and staring up at your popcorn ceiling that you could have what they had with someone that loved you to the point in which they couldn’t live without you.

It will come, at least that what you told yourself whenever the tears stopped. You just had to be patient.

You were halfway through an episode of the Vampire Diaries, and your fourth slice of pizza when the knocking on your front door sounded. You rolled your eyes, quickly pausing your show and setting down your half eaten pizza slice in the box, before standing up. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone but you figured it was Kevin after getting kicked out again. It was never serious, this game both he and Jacob played. It was some form of twisted foreplay thing they did to keep things interesting. They had explained it to you once when you shared your concern for their relationship. Sometimes you wished you hadn’t asked. You could’ve gone living your life peacefully without knowing the details of their sex life.

“I’m going!” The knocking became more desperate the closer you got to the door, and it confused you. Maybe this wasn’t part of their roleplay fantasies and something had actually happened. It worried you. You could feel it all over your body as you grabbed hold of your doorknob. “Kevin is something wro-” You stopped mid sentence when you swung your door wide open revealing a very drunk and disheveled Sangyeon.

You brought your hand up to your chest, holding onto the necklace his family had given you back in highschool as a graduation present. You never took it off, it brought a sense of comfort whenever you were caught in situations that had your anxiety spiraling out of control. Situations similar to this one.

“What are you doing here?” You step aside to give him room to enter, inviting him in without a shadow of a doubt. You shouldn’t have done that, but the part of you that will always care for him was stronger than the part of you that wanted nothing to do with him.

“We agreed to be together every single holiday season and it’s Valentine’s Day.” He say, his voice slurring slightly at the end, evident that he had consumed more alcohol than what he could handle. “I can’t leave you alone on Valentine’s Day.” He finishes, his voice turning small at the end. He ran a shaking hand through his hair causing it to stand up in different directions as he paced through your living room.

You pressed your hands up to your cheeks, letting the coldness of your palms relieve the heat that had suddenly overtaken your body. “B-But we broke things off, we don’t have to do this anymore.” You drop your hands down and point at him and then at yourself, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. “Don’t you have an event at work? What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon looks down, taking his lips in between his teeth, “I didn’t go.” He whispers before raising his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he stuffed his trembling hands into the pocket of his white washed jeans. You swore he didn’t own another pair. “I couldn’t go without you. I-I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you and the rest of upcoming holidays...But I also want to take you out on dates and binge watch shows with you and make love to you and hold you while you sleep. I want to wake up with you in my arms, and kiss you while you’re complaining about morning breath and make you breakfast.” He takes a shuddering deep breath before sitting down on the armrest of your couch, digging his thumb into the palm of his hands. “I just want to be with you forever.” He says, clearing his throat before letting the few tears he had been keeping fall.

“Sangyeon I-” You looked around your living room frantically. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The words that had fallen out of Sanyeon’s lips with ease were the last thing you had expected to ever hear him say. It was everything you had longed to hear him say for almost a year now and you didn’t know how to react. Should you tell him to leave to give you some space to take everything in? Or should you run up to him and kiss with all the love and passion you harbored for him? You were caught at the crossroads. was overwhelming.

Sangyeon scoffed, shaking his head before raising it again, turning his head to focus on your tv, avoiding your eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same way, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I don’t know when you told me that you were seeing someone. I was so angry at myself for never being able to just confess and hurt that I had been too late.”

The air in your lungs caught itself in the back of your throat. You walked towards him quickly crouching down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Sangyeon look at me.” You swallowed, placing two of your fingers underneath his chin and guiding his head to face you, finally locking eyes with you. You felt so weak and full of energy, ready to kiss him until the two of you died from lack of air and you wanted to laugh. “We’re so stupid Sangyeon. This entire time I thought you only wanted me for sex while I slowly fell for you and now you’re telling me that you had the hots for me since we were kids...wow.” You smile, swiping your thumb underneath his eyelids wiping away his falling tears. “I’ve loved for a long time. I don’t know when I started to love you. Just that when I realized it I couldn’t stop.”

“‘I’m sorry.” He hiccups, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “I’m sorry for what I did at your brother’s reception, but I swear on my grave that nothing happened between us. They were drunk so I called them an uber and walked them to their ride when it arrived.” He confesses, leaning down and circling his arms around your waist, guiding you to stand up.

He rests his forehead against your stomach sighing. “There’s never been anyone else for me other than you. You make me feel so stupid and frustrated sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have said the things I did that night, like you said I had no right to bud into your love life and being angry is no excuse but I was scared of losing you.” He looks up, his bright eyes pleading. “I’m still scared of losing you.”

You sniffle, bringing your hand up to his head, letting your fingers thread through his already messy hair, “I’m sorry too for lying. Clearly I had no plans.” You laugh lightly, pointing around your living room. “I had somehow convinced myself that lying about seeing someone else would be an easier way to end things, but it hurt so much seeing you leave knowing that there was a possibility I would never see you again.”

Sangyeon laughs, his shoulders shaking gently before he leaves a chaste kiss against your clothed stomach. “Honestly, that would be impossible, we’ve been practically married since the minute we entered this world.” He stands up, towering a couple inches over you, “If I hadn’t come tonight our moms would have forced us to talk sooner or later, I just got a little too drunk and beat them to it.” He presses a kiss against your head before pulling you into a tight hug, sighing happily. “I never want to be without you.”

You nod against his chest, “Will you remember this tomorrow?” It was a thought that had been running through your mind since his confession hit you full force knocking the wind out of your body. Though the few times you had a drunk Sangyeon in your presence he remembered every single tiny detail the next day. This was just your fear taking full charge at the thought of him waking up next to you confused, and walking out again.

He hummed, smoothing his hands down your back. “I’ll write everything that happened down and in detail. I’ll even describe the look on your face when I told you that I loved you. Which by the way have I told you that I love you...a lot.” He teased, leaning back and wiggling his brows.

You leave a light kiss on his chin before pulling away, unraveling his arms from your body. “I love you too.” You walked around him and sat on the couch picking up the remote. “Want to join me?” You tilt your head, your thumb hovering over the play button.

Sangyeon pouts slightly, copying your movements and sitting down next to you. “I haven’t asked you to be my official girlfriend yet.”

“Ask me in the morning, I want you to ask me when you’re sober.” You smile, kissing his lips lightly and wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his chest.

He makes a sound of approval, placing his arm around your shoulder, “Okay but I have another confession before you press play.”

“What is it?” You press your cheek against his chest before looking up at him confused.

“I already watched this episode, Elena and Damon get into a fight.”

“Don’t they always.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to watch it again.”

You shrug and press play, “Unfortunately, you have infiltrated my Valentine’s Day plans so you’re stuck watching.”

“I did it in the name of love.” He groans, shifting and pulling one of your legs over his lap, holding you closer, as the snarky remarks between the two characters start, sounding loudly through the speakers he had helped install when you first moved into your place three years ago. He almost told you he loved you that day, but then you had put an ice cube down his back and his mind instantly started thinking of ways to get his revenge. His confession hiding away again.

But now it was out in the open and finally he could love you the way he knew he could. The way you deserved.

“And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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Death's Kiss

Characters: Seonghwa, Yeosang and Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1K

Synopsis: You’re on your deathbed when you receive an unexpected visitor.

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Your deep raspy intakes of breath drown out the constant beeping that plays around you. Your chest feels weighed down, your lids heavy. It takes all your strength to open them a sliver, your eyes struggling to focus as they fall on a dark figure sitting beside you.

“Yeo...sang?” you shiver as you croak out the name of your beloved.

Some long ago memory tries to ignite in your mind. A sensation of longing...of missing him washes over you, but he is right here, isn’t he?

“Yes, but just for this moment,” comes the reply.

Had you spoken aloud? You aren’t sure as tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the mear sound of his voice. Perplexed, you will them away concentrating on your breathing instead.

“You look so handsome...as always,” you smile, your dry lips cracking with the effort.

You wince, swiping your tongue across the rough skin in hopes of moistening the area.

“Why, thank you,” he beams, a pleased glint in his cocoa-colored eyes. “You look beautiful, too, my love.” He places a warm hand over yours and you look down, brows furrowing in confusion to find such a sharp contrast between the two. While his hand was warm and oh so smooth, yours was wrinkled and speckled with age spots. “Shhh,” he whispers as you open your mouth to voice your concerns. He swipes his fingers gently over your eyebrows, soothing away the fears growing in your dimming orbs that peer up at him. “If you could only do one more thing today, what would it be?”

You chuckle and it induces a coughing fit. You clutch at your chest, the pain blooming there almost too much to bear. He brings a straw to your chapped lips, allowing you a moment to sip up the contents of the pink plastic cup. You sigh in relief, burrowing deeper into the pillows as he smiles down patiently at you.

“My wish would be,” you clear your throat. “It would be...to dance with you one last time.”

“Easy enough,” he beams tenderly. “Up we go then.”

You eye him warily. Who was he kidding? You could barely catch your breath, how were you supposed to stand and dance?

“Yeosang,” you tut. “You, of all people, know I have not been able to get around for quite some time.”

He extends a hand out to you, all the while smiling encouragingly. In that moment, he looks just as he had when you had first met. Golden hair a bit too long at the nape of his neck, bronzed skin that glowed with youthfulness, and those intense eyes that had captured your heart the instant you saw them. Yet, the way he spoke now...it was different.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he urges.

Though you are hesitant, you were not one to ever resist an invitation from Yeosang to dance.

Slowly, you lift your hand into his. As he gently tugs you up, you gasp in amazement to find your skin changing right before your eyes. The deep creases on your flesh grow smoother and smoother by the second, the age spots disappearing. Your strength returns and you feel steady as you step onto your feet. Tears fill your eyes again as you look up into the face of your love.

“How?”

Your eyes widen to hear your own voice. The raspy tone is gone. It was like touching his hand had brought you through a fountain of youth of some sort. You were back to being a twenty-something year old.

You giggle gleefully, your hands reaching up to cup his face and bring it down to yours. You kiss the birthmark near his eye just as you always did before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest.

Soft music begins to play around you and you don’t even question it, sighing in contentment instead. His arms encircle your shoulders as he hugs you to him and you step side to side ever so slowly together to the music.

How many times had you done this; swayed in each other's arms with or without music in random rooms of your house? Too many times to count, you were quite sure. It was the one place you felt the safest. The most loved. Just like this with your cheek pressed against the space just above his heart. Right where you could hear it beat against your ear.

You stiffen suddenly. Your own heart stumbles over itself for a moment in your chest.

There was no heartbeat.

You felt grief engulf you suddenly as a flash of memories flooded your mind.

You were well into your eighties, not a young twenty-something year old anymore. Now your wrinkled hands made sense. You remember Yeosang passing away months ago from a heart attack. You yourself were battling cancer. A fight you were near to losing. You stop moving.

“You’re not my Yeosang,” you murmur, a bit lugubriously.

“No,” he smiles down at you with a gentle tilt to his lips.

Your eyes glisten as your chest tightens. You missed him so much your heart actually hurt.

“I...I don’t understand,” you stammer.

“I know,” he whispers.

The face that looks so much like Yeosang leans towards you to press a gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, you inhale sharply to find that it was no longer Yeosang’s face gazing down at you. The blonde hair has darkened to a deep sable. A pair of cool ashen eyes stare back at you instead.

A stranger now stood before you.

Taking a hesitant step back, you demand, “Who are you?”

His shoulder lifts up in a half shrug, “I am Seonghwa, but I go by so many other names.” You swallow nervously as he continues. “Some call me Death, but the most popular one seems to be the Grim Reaper.”

“Oh,” you manage as realization hits you. You nibble on your bottom lip, wondering aloud, “Does this mean it's time, then?”

He nods in confirmation, “It does.”

“Well.” You straighten your shoulders, chin up in acceptance. Resolutely, you state, “I’m ready then.”

Without another word, Seongwa offers you his arm. You lock elbows with him, a loud incessant beep instantly resounding behind you as the two of you walk towards a brightening space before you. The sounds of hospital personnel rushing into the room cuts off into complete silence as you enter the light, peace finally welcoming you.

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I’m Back | Agent Whiskey x Gender Neutral!Reader

request; "C'mon, have a cuddle" with Agent Whisky and a gender neutral reader, please? - anon

summary; Whiskey finally comes home after being away for far, far too long

warnings; swearing, one (1) instance of very mild dirty talk, ig 

Whiskey could always tell when you weren’t exactly in the best of moods, even before you had started dating, he could always tell when you were a little off as much as he could tell when you were very much off; he knew when you were having bad days, just as well as he knew when you were having good days. He could always tell within just a few moments what kind of day it was, it never mattered about anything else, he just needed to focus on you for those simple few moments before it hit him and he knew what kind of day you were having; quite often, when he came home after a longer mission, the ones that took him away for days, weeks, occasionally even months, he would find you either half-asleep or sound asleep on the chair in the living room, cuddled right into one of his shirts, your face buried into the fabric like it was the only thing that could lull you to peace. Whiskey would always stand there for a bit, looking at you before he decided that he would rudely interrupt and would shove you aside so that he might feel you against him one more time. He always knew that you struggled when he was away for more than a few days, he knew it was probably much harder for you than most would expect - being apart from your partner without being able to contact each other, if only to know you were safe on both ends, was a lot harder than most people cared to admit. 

However, that didn’t stop the look of surprise on Whiskey’s face when he finally walked in through the porch, dropping his bags at the door as he dared to hang up his hat and kick off his boots, making sure that he was quiet enough not to disturb you; you were clearly working on something with great concentration on your laptop, typing away furiously, your gaze never leaving the laptop for even a second. He hadn’t expected you to be wide awake, not at this hour at least, and to see you up and with your feet propped up on the reclined chair, a thin black blanket tossed over your legs, wearing one of his shirts beneath your hoodie. He smiled a little at how the white collar peeked through the collar of the black hoodie. Beside you on the little coffee oak coffee table sat a white disposable cup, clearly a tall one, too, a clear plastic lid sat atop it with a straw pointing out of the middle; the television remote sat right beside it, and on the large screen, Whiskey could see that you were watching some kind of documentary. 

“Well, hey there, stranger,” Whiskey said eventually, clearing his throat and leaning against the door frame as he folded his arms and shot you a smile. His brown eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light of the television. “Long time no see.” 

“Whiskey,” you grinned, setting your laptop aside on the arm of the chair before slipping over your own feet thanks to your socks as you tried to get to him, nearly crashing into him as you grabbed his waist and twirled him around with a chuckle. “You’re fucking back!” 

Whiskey laughed a little, nodding as he held onto your shoulders, letting you keep a hold of his waist as he licked his lips and took a few moments to admire you; to admire your imperfect perfections that he loved so much, wanting to memorise every detail of your face as much as he could, wanting to force it to memory in case he ever had to leave you for good, in case he ever had to say that dreaded fare thee well on a cold and foggy night where the owls whimpered and the wolves sang. 

He did hope that that day would never come, he wasn’t sure if he could handle such a scar on his heart, not again. He couldn’t take another bruise, even if you were worth it, he could never take another bruise like that. Even still, every runion, every time that Whiskey came home to you and found you safe and sound, he always made it a point to try and memorise every little detail of your face, from your hair to your lips and everything between, he wanted to know every single little atom that made you the person he loved; he didn’t want to pull away, not when you held onto his hips so tightly and securely, not when you were looking at him like he was the only person in the planet and like he meant everything to you, not when you seemed to goddamn happy to see him, he didn’t want to pull away, he didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t sure if he could. 

“I’m back,” he said eventually, his voice quiet and gentle. He didn’t want to disturb the peace that you had created without him, he didn’t want to ruin the moment, not now, and not in a thousand years. “Now, you gonna tell me what you were workin’ on before I walked in?” 

You were eager to show him, letting him sit on your lap on the chair before you grabbed the laptop and used one hand to go through the pages of work you had done while he was away, the other wrapped around his waist as you rested your chin on his shoulder. 

“It’s not exactly finished, but I have a few hours to go before I have to hand it in, so I figured I could crack on with it while I waited for you,” you explained, “what do you think, cowboy?”

“It’s great,” he admitted with a nod, but he soon got off of your lap in favour of moving back over toward the door, gesturing with his head for you to go over to him. “But it’s late, and I can’t think of anythin’ I want more right now than to fall asleep with you.” 

You didn’t want to stop working, you were getting closer to finishing what you needed to do in order to hand it in, you wanted to get it done so that you could spend as much time as you could snuggled up with Whiskey, tracing every little mark and detail from his head downwards, mapping out the little constellations on his back that nobody could see but you could somehow feel, breathing in his scent and letting him keep you warm on the colder days that would be spent together; but even still, you knew he was tired, and within the deep marrow of your bones, you could feel the same sort of ache that came with it, the kind of ache that wouldn’t make itself known until you stretched, wriggling about a little here and there, the kind of ache that made you yawn so harshly that it could be thought of that perhaps your jaw was going to dislocate itself with such an action. You could feel it within your bones as you put your laptop aside, nodding and rubbing your eye for a moment, grumbling with disgust at the little bit of mucus that came away from the corner of your eye. 

“(y/n)?” Whiskey questioned with a frown, looking at you with a little bit of confusion and a little bit of worry as he tilted his head to the side. “You good?”

“I had an eye booger,” you chuckled, shaking your head before you finally made your way over, letting Whiskey guide you up the stairs and into the bedroom. 

He was the first to strip down, abandoning his clothes in a messy pile in the bright green washing basket that sat in the corner of the room, the same as he was the first to dare and crawl into bed, shifting about a little until he was comfortable enough to snuggle down, looking at you with a dazzling and dashing and charming smile. “C’mon, have a cuddle.” 

You were eager to join him, practically crashing into the bed as you wormed your way beneath the duvet and found your way into Whiskey’s embrace, letting him rest his rest his hands on yours, which were just above his waist, nearly spread flat on his stomach as he let you press your chest to his back, awkwardly moving yourself around so that you could rest your forehead against the back of his neck. 

“I’ve missed this,” you murmured, making the hairs at the back of his neck stand to attention. “I’ve missed you, Whiskey…” 

“I missed you, too,” he muttered back, shifting so that his backside was pressed against your groin, a small hum leaving the back of his throat when you rolled your hips against him by mere instinct. “Maybe tomorrow we could make up for all that lost time, huh?” 

“Well, we could,” you chuckled quietly, nodding. “I mean, you know how the old saying goes, right? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” 

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[otonymous]

A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part I: A Matter Of Convenience

Description: An extraordinary man arrives to shake up your ordinary life Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: robberies and mentions of firearms, physical violence, mild depictions of bodily injury, blood and masturbation, profanity Word Count: 1650 words (~8 mins of action, drama and the start of a slow burn 🔥)  Author’s Notes: This multi-chapter fic is dedicated to the lovely @op-peccatori​​​, one of the winners of my Follower Milestone Celebration!  Thank you so much, Nana, for requesting a mafia AU story starring everyone’s favourite lavender-haired man 😆 This is actually my first time writing an AU fic, and the experience thus far has been incredibly eye-opening and lots of fun!

For this piece, I wanted to localize the AU to better fit the world of MLQC, so instead of using a traditional mafia setting, the events take place in the milieu of the triads and “black societies” that are more likely to be found in corresponding parts of the world.  For those who are interested, Wikipedia has an incredibly comprehensive article on triads and organized crime.

This piece turned out to be much longer than I anticipated and is still ongoing as of the time of this post!  That being said, I hope you’ll join me on this wild ride 😂 As always, wishing you all a very happy read 😊

Jump to Chapter(s): Two | Three | Four

“Put the money in the bag and no one gets hurt.”

A black duffel bag is thrust onto the counter before you, panels wide open like a gaping maw.  You look up at the man in the bomber jacket and the only things you can process are:

One: his nostrils are flaring.

Two: why bother trying to be nondescript by dressing in all black if you’re going to leave your face uncovered during a robbery?

“I ain’t playin’ around, little girl.  Put the goddamn money in the bag right now or else I’ll shoot—”

WHACK!

The man’s eyes widen in the split second before his face crumples, teeth yellowed and uneven protruding in an ugly grimace.  His hand flies to his head, trying to stem the blood already streaking down his face when he collapses onto the counter, taking out a display of collectible miniature keychains next to the register as he does.  They scatter, some rolling across the floor before being stopped by a pair of purple Chuck Taylors tapping out an impatient rhythm on the linoleum.

You look up from those sneakers in a daze, eyes following the silhouette of a pair of jeans so worn in places you doubted the rips and tears were purely for aesthetic purposes.  And if you’d had to guess, you’d say that purple was your saviour’s favourite colour, given the lavender hair that fell over his eyes the moment he pulled back the hood of his sweatshirt, also in a shade of violet.  His other hand — clad in a fingerless leather glove — gripped the skateboard that had just connected with the head of the would-be robber, still groaning before you.

Pop!

You startle at the sound, heart slowing only when you see the pink bubble deflating between the young man’s lips before the gum is pulled back by the tip of his tongue.  And from where you stood — glued to the spot behind the counter — you swear you can detect the hint of cinnamon.  

He crouches, picking up the gun that had slid out of the thief’s hand when he was unceremoniously hit from behind, and when he chuckles — the sound dangerous and cocksure — it ignites something deep within you.

“Tsk, tsk.  Can’t very well go around robbing people with toys guns, now can you?  Especially not on my turf.  Piece of advice: don’t mess with Boss Li’s territory or else I’ll be doing more than just breaking your head the next time around.  Don’t let me catch you here again.”  

Letting out a pathetic whimper, the robber snatches the empty bag from the counter, running for the doors in such haste he almost trips over his own feet.  The electronic refrains of the door chime still ring in your ears when you realize the man has already made his way to the beverage dispenser, one long finger pressing the Pepsi button before switching to Coke, both drinks mixing in the same paper cup.

Smoothly stepping over the mess on the floor, he places the drink on the counter right next to a smear of blood.  Mind still reeling, your customer service instincts take over.

“H-hello.  Just this?”  

He nods, popping a purple straw through the plastic lid before fixing you with his amber eyes as he pays, a hint of a smirk on his face.  And that is when it hits you that he is actually…actually…

…incredibly gorgeous.

An intense wave of heat washes over your face and you can’t help but look down.  By the time you’ve worked up the courage to lift your head again, he is already at the door, merging with the dark night beyond.  He throws up one hand in goodbye, not even bothering to look back when he says, “Relax.  That guy won’t be bothering you again.”

You hear his skateboard hit the pavement, listen to it rolling away.  Only when the sound completely fades do you remember to breathe.

There was a certain tranquility in working late-night shifts at the 24-hour convenience store — aisles empty save for the occasional customer breaking the monotony: high-strung lovers grabbing last-minute condoms and overworked salarymen buying the beer and discounted meals they subsisted on.

And though your coworkers complained bitterly about the graveyard shift, they were more than happy to pass them on to you, making up every excuse as to why they were unable to show up during those times.  It was unnecessary, really.  You didn’t mind it, even preferred the solitary calm it afforded.

Until now.

Your peace has been shattered, replaced by something that made your hands ball into nervous fists — fingers gripping at the hem of your polyester uniform and wondering for the first time ever whether blue stripes made you look ridiculous.

Because for the first time in a very long while, there was something, someone, to look forward to.

Night after night, it’s the same.  Repeated glances at the clock above the magazine rack, your breath growing shallow to see it approach 1:30.  Heart leaping into your throat to hear the automatic doors slide open followed by the scuff of purple sneakers, tracing a path through the store.

Since the night of that foiled robbery attempt a month ago, he has visited like clockwork and you still haven’t figured out how to remain calm.  So you find contentment from behind the safety of the counter, watching the man with lavender hair — soft, even when lit beneath a harsh fluorescent glare as he stands at the drink dispenser, always filling a cup with Pepsi first, then Coke.

Only ever buying the same thing every time.

This strange ritual lasts all of ten minutes, fifteen at most.  And it takes just as long after he leaves for the hairs of your body to cease standing on end, as if electrified by the intensity of his eyes on yours.  

That gaze of molten gold stays with you even when you return home in the early morning hours, pulling blackout curtains across your window before falling into bed to pretend your hands were his: tracing the outline of your lips, caressing the swell of your breasts, dipping between your legs.

And when your breath falters in a quick succession of shudders, you wonder at your own sanity.  Because in spite of your suspicions about the guy with the purple hair, the warning signs that pointed to his obvious involvement with the triads that extorted money from local businesses as ‘protection fees,’ you still couldn’t help but think about the man who visited you every night without fail.

“You’re hurt—”

“I-I’m fine.  Just…just ring this up, will ya?  I’m…in a rush…”

One arm crossed over his abdomen, he places the cup onto the counter as if it took all the concentration in the world — his efforts squandered anyways when his hand spasms at the last minute to send dark liquid sloshing over the lip.  He hadn’t even bothered to put a lid on.

“…Emergency responders have just arrived on scene and are dealing with scores of injuries.  Eyewitnesses describe what appears to have been a violent clash between rival gangs in a longstanding feud over contested territory.  The police are seeking help from the public in locating several key suspects believed to have fled the scene.  Please do not approach them under any circumstances as they are considered armed and dangerous…”

The news anchor’s face on the wall-mounted television is replaced by another: that of a youthful man with lavender hair and multiple piercings on his ears — challenge exuding from amber eyes.  You scramble for the remote on the shelf behind you, mashing the power button until the screen goes black.  And in the eerie silence that descends upon the store, all you can focus on is the laboured breathing of the man slouched before you.

Skin pale, beads of sweat dot a face drained of colour save for the crimson protrusion above his left eye — soon set to transform, ironically, into his favourite shade of purple.  He tries to suppress a cough but it is too late: you’ve already caught sight of the blood spreading out from beneath the palm pressed to his stomach.

“It’s on me tonight.”

The words leave your lips without second thought as you make for the storefront, flipping the light switch even as you reach to turn the lock on the automatic doors.

“No, don’t…don’t get yourself involved…”

Ignoring his protests, you gingerly place his arm over your shoulder, doing your best to support his weight as you make an awkward attempt to hobble together towards the back of the store.

Suddenly, the darkened interior is lit by flashes of red and blue and you are pulled in the direction of the nearest pillar, a strong arm flexed as it tenses around your waist, holding you to him in an intimate embrace.

He is close…so close that your senses are flooded with him: the heartbeat thunderous in your ear, leather and sweat tickling your nostrils; the scent of blood thick enough you can almost taste it on your tongue.  The hand on your hip — grip firm in a way it almost seemed possessive, and you are ashamed to find that you can become aroused even in a situation like this.

When you finally gather the courage to look up at his face — seeking a sign in the tension dissolving from the firm set of his jaw that the police cruiser had passed — you are shocked to see his pale lips stretched into a smirk instead.

“You know...I’ve been coming here every day…for weeks now…and this is the most you’ve ever said to me.”

He is still smiling when he passes out.

Thanks so much for reading!  Hope you all enjoyed it and please stay tuned for part 2!  Check out more of my work here! 📚

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[dayseternal-blog]

Summary: % Sweet - What’s a guy to do when he has a cute customer?  Bubble tea shop AU.

Part 1 of a series of fluffy short one-shots in Modern AU.

For @badluckbrebis for NaruHina Secret Santa 2020!  I have more planned for this gift exchange, so please stay tuned.  I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THESE.

Rating: G

% Sweet

With a gallon of milk in each hand, Naruto saunters down the road from the nearby supermarket back to Kyuu-Tea, his part-time.

The sun’s finally starting to set, sending a golden hue across the cooling afternoon.  It’s been good weather.  Which means they’ll have a good amount of customers heading in for a boba drink before dinner.  Hopefully, that girl, too-

The sound of a car door shutting closed draws his attention.

Her.  Long, dark blue hair and skin as creamy as genmaicha milk tea.

His heart thumps almost violently in his chest like a gunshot at a race.  He’s making a mad dash back to the shop, throwing the door open, bursting in, and he announces to Sasuke with an uncontrolled yell, "SHE'S COMING!  I saw her!!"

Sasuke stands straighter behind the counter with a concerned and curious, “Who?”

But he’s already rushing into the back to shove the milk into the fridge before flying back out to the floor.  “The girl from last night,” he gasps as he frantically straightens chairs and takes panicked glances at each table for any stray straw wrappers lying around.

Sasuke’s brows are high on his forehead as Naruto runs back behind the counter and pushes him away from the register.

And hardly five seconds later, he sees her appearing on the other side of the windows, pulling the door open, laughing with a friend with double buns.  The friend’s got that street-sporty look that he’d usually be into, but the girl is just soo pretty...and especially after what Sakura told him...

Naruto can’t help smiling stupidly at her.

She glances at him, and her gaze dances away, a shy smile coloring her sweet face.  She approaches the counter, her eyes focused on the menu, but he’s quite certain that she’s already decided.

“Hi,” he greets.

“Hello,” and finally, she looks at him head-on, and damn, he’s really never seen eyes like hers before in his life.

“The same as last time?” he asks.

Those light eyes widen in surprise, and he can’t help mentally patting himself on the back.  “Oh, yes,” she murmurs in soft tones that leave him wanting to hear more.

“Medium Winter Melon Tea Latte?”

She nods.

“With light sugar?”

She nods again, that blush on her cheeks almost good enough to compensate for her silence.

He taps her order onto the touchscreen.  “...And small boba?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He grins despite knowing that he’s way too excited about such a customary phrase.  “That’ll be $4.95.”

She nods again, opening her purse and retrieving a $5 bill for him.

“Thank you...here’s your change.”

She takes it and promptly drops the nickel into the tip jar.

He’s still smiling at her even as she turns around.

She’s cutely biting her lips, and he hears her quietly remark to her friend, “He remembered my order.”

“What, really?” the other girl gasps.

He smiles wider and steps away from the register, super proud of himself.  “Sasuke, can you get the next one for me?”

“Oh.”  Sasuke hands him the plastic cup for that girl before taking his spot at the register back.

And Naruto gets to work, all the while wondering if she’s watching him or not.

Gods, he really hopes she’s into him like Sakura said she is.

Sealing the lid to the cup, he grabs a big straw for her and neglects calling out that her finished order is ready in favor of taking it directly to the table where she and her friend are seated.  “Here’s your Winter Melon Tea Latte.”

Again, she looks at him with that incredibly surprised expression.  “O-oh, thank you.”

“No problem.”  He grins for a second before turning around, but disappointment quickly settles in.  That’s pretty much the end of their interactions for the rest of the night.

The number of customers starts picking up again, as he predicted.

But his straying gaze to her table doesn’t go unnoticed.  She catches him every so often, blushes, and looks away.

He hopes that he’s not coming off as creepy.  It's just that he can’t stop thinking about her.

And who can really blame him?  When they came last night, Sakura quickly told him before they left the shop that her friend thinks he’s hot!

Hot, as in like, should he try to pursue her?  Or was that just a passing, shallow compliment?

But they’re here again and…

Turning to Sasuke, he blurts out his conundrum in as hushed an urgent whisper as he can.  “Should I try talking to her?”

But Sasuke seems not nearly as invested in this as he should be.  “If you wanna talk to her, then talk to her.”

He wishes he wasn’t such a dork.  Then maybe he’d have the nonchalant attitude necessary to just walk up to girls and start hitting on them.

They could leave at any second now.  And now is as good as it’s going to get while there’s a lull in the work.

So sucking up his self-consciousness, he strides over to their table again.

She’s looking at him shyly.

“Uh, hi,” he starts.  Really smooth of him.

Her friend is making eyes between the two of them, and, honestly, this is the most awkward thing he’s ever tried to do in his life.

“Hello,” she greets.

The friend also says, “Hi.”

“I heard you-”  He abruptly stops.  What’s he actually trying to say here, that he heard she thinks he’s hot?!  “-I, I’m friends with Sakura, and uh-”

She’s nodding.

Thankfully, the friend intervenes.  “Yeah, Sakura wanted to show us this place where her friends work.  You guys have good tea.”

“Thanks.”  He awkwardly smiles, wondering how he got himself into this mess.  Why can’t he talk like a normal person right now?  “Glad you guys liked it enough to come back again.”

She smiles and nods.

“Uh…”  Now what.  Now what is he supposed to do.  “...Can I have your number?  O-or, I could give you mine if you’d be more comfortable…”

She’s nodding, taking out her phone.

“...with that… um…”  He watches her unlock her phone and open up a new contact page.  “My number is…”

She taps in his phone number, and he really hopes she’ll actually contact him, and that he’s not going to be the next fool in their girl-talk.

But with that sweetly shy look, she peeks back up at him, and his hope multiplies ten-fold.  He must be doing something right for her to look at him like that...

“Um...what was your name again?” she nearly whispers.

Embarrassed heat slams into his face and beats down at his neck.  “Oh!"  He really is a fool of all fools.  "I’m Naruto.  Naruto Uzumaki.  Sorry…”

She shakes her head, a small smile playing at her lips as she enters his name into her phone.

“A-and your name?” he ventures to ask.  He wishes he could start this whole conversation over.  They are definitely going to be laughing about him after this.

“I’m Hinata.  And-”  She looks at her friend.  “-This is Tenten.”

Tenten raises a hand up from the table as if to separate herself from their conversation.  “Don’t mind me.”

He grimaces in renewed embarrassment, muttering an apology that he’s not sure the other girl heard over Hinata’s much more embarrassed cry of, “Tenten!”

The buns girl is just laughing at them.

“So uh, Hinata,” he redirects, “Text me sometime?”

She nods, her cheeks adorably flushed.  “I am.  Right now.”

Unchecked, stupid joy floods him, and he knows he's smiling way too much to look cool.  “Great, thanks.”

The little bell at the door chimes as more customers walk in.

He has to get back to work.  But first, he makes sure to seal this with a promise.  “I’ll talk to you later, then?"

She nods easily, and he turns around to give Sasuke a victorious grin.

Back behind the counter, his phone vibrates in his pocket, and a quick glance shows a short message: “Hello this is Hinata Hyuuga :)”

A flashed smile at Hinata, a wave of his phone to show that he got her message, and she’s blushing that adorable smile back at him.  “Thanks for texting me back,” he taps out and sends before he finally starts focusing on making drinks.

Only a few minutes later, he notices them cleaning up, getting ready to leave.

“Thank you!” he shouts out.

She turns, mouthing a “thank you” in return, with that sweet smile that dazzles him each time, and he can already tell she’s exactly what he wants.

Even if her boba tea is 25% sweetness, Hinata is definitely 125% extra sugar.

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[erza-haninozuka]

Broken

Characters: Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Words: 1,459

Warnings: Angst, hints to depression and suicide. 

A/N: This was inspired by the best duet. Honestly, I didn’t mean for this one shot to go the direction it did. It happened to go this way once I started writing cause my first intention was to make a comfort fic but this happened.... Sorry. 

You hadn’t left your room in what seemed like days, making the worry bubble up even more inside Kirishima’s mind. A type of curiosity had him seeking out your room, standing outside your door with this uncertainty that you would answer.

But he took a deep breath and knocked anyways, the sound of his hand hitting on the wood practically echoing the hall. 

His senses seemed as if they were in overdrive. He could catch the slight stir in your room, your feet gently padding against the floor before you unlocked the door and revealed yourself.

Your hair was disheveled like you just rolled out of bed. Exhaustion was painted all over your face and your eyes were red and puffy. 

He frowned softly, taking in your full appearance, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked sob.

His eyes widened and he quickly wrapped you up in his embrace, lifting you up, gently closing the door with his butt, and carrying you back to your bed. 

He immediately sat down with you in his arms, rubbing your back. 

“Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me?” 

You still hadn’t spoken a word as the tears came out, cascading down your cheeks and into his shirt. 

Kirishima waited patiently, letting you cry into his shoulder as he held you, replacing the rubbing sensation on your back to gently rocking you instead.

He gently placed a kiss to your head, listening to your sobs as his heart began to break from your pain. 

Kirishima wanted nothing more than to take away the burden plaguing your heart, he wanted to help you stand and face whatever it was together.

He was bracing himself for every possibility that you might utter, but when you told him it still seemed to catch him by surprise.

Your voice broke and cracked between sobs as you told him you couldn’t keep it up anymore. You were just so tired and over it.

He gently cupped your face in his hands, looking into the withered sea that was held in your eyes.

They were dull from mental exhaustion and he placed another gentle kiss, this time to your forehead.

“Please, stay right here. I’ll be right back. I promise. Please, just don’t leave me okay?” 

All you could do was nod and curl back up into a ball as Kirishima hurried from your room.

It was the fastest he had ever moved, borrowing speed from Iida he mentally thought.

He quickly gathered some of your favorite things and one of his hoodies before hurrying back to your room with all the items in hand.

The Sunny D Smooth was placed on your bedside table, the sour straws set next to it, and a few chocolate bars. He handed you his hoodie to hold or wear before taking his place next to you. 

Again you were wrapped up in his embrace. His voice was so low and gentle as he gave you words of encouragement, telling you he would be here no matter what. When you felt like you could no longer fight, he would fight for you and carry you through. 

Kirishima even turned on your favorite show, doing everything he could in his power to make you smile. 

But his powers weren’t strong enough to erase the pain and the weight that clouded you so darkly.

That night he stayed in your room, remaining by your side. 

As the days began to wear by you seemed to be getting better, he thought. So Kirishima began to give you some space, thinking it was what you needed and that he had smothered you.

But it was the wedge that drove you away.

That looming darkness in your head had convinced you he no longer cared and that you were just a burden to him to begin with. He must’ve finally grown tired of you.

The sense of rationality knew otherwise, but that monster had won. 

Your darkness won.

The monster’s sick, twisted smile was all you could picture, thinking of how much better everyone would be once you were gone. Convinced you were just a burden and everyone just pretended to care. So you said goodbye to the silence of your room before leaving.

You were gone.

The news broke out like wildfire, and all Kirishima could do was sit there in disbelief. It couldn’t have been true, you were just here the day before. 

You had been smiling and laughing, you appeared to be better so he had given you some space. 

But you had slipped right through the cracks between his fingers, there would be no way for him to fight for you anymore because you had lost the battle. 

The class had erupted into whispers, everyone asking each other questions and were painted with disbelief.

Kirishima’s face seemed to mirror that same feeling, questions swirling through his mind as tears began to blur his vision, practically making everyone in the room seem to be blobs. They began to flow down his face like a river that he couldn’t stop. 

He thought he was helping- did he not do enough? Was he not strong enough to help you through? 

I didn’t do enough. 

I wasn’t strong enough.

I didn’t do a good job.

I’m not fit to be a hero.

I couldn’t save you.

Those thoughts swirled his brain, crushing him with the reality that you were no longer here.

He let out a loud sob that startled the entire room, Bakugo looking over and knowing instantly.

Kirishima lost one of his best friends, and more importantly his partner. 

Guilt was looming around him and clouding his mind.

Bakugo broke through the bystanders, quickly yanking the redhead into a tight hug, surprising everyone around them.

“It’s not your fault, I’m sure you did what you could. You don’t need to blame yourself.” 

Kirishima couldn’t respond as he cried into Bakugo, holding onto his friend tightly.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, “Shitty Hair! I mean it, don’t fucking blame yourself for their actions. It’s not your fault. It sucks that they’re gone, I hate it too. But we can’t just sit around asking ourselves what we should’ve done differently! Instead we should remember them and the life they lived.”

“Bakugo is right,” Aizawa said as he appeared in the room.

Their eyes fell on their old home room teacher. 

Aizawa didn’t care, he pulled the young man in for a tight hug too, knowing his past with you and how your lives were intertwined.

Aizawa knew his pain to an extent, the blame and guilt tangling inside his head- he had felt it many years ago when he lost a friend during a fight. 

“Bakugo is right,” he reiterated. “Grieve how you see fit, but don’t let that guilt win. You’ll end up making yourself miserable. I know you couldn’t save them, but that’s why you go out there and you save everyone else that you can. You do it for them. Live your life for them.” 

Kirishima could only nod and attempt to dry his face. He kept their words in mind as he got through the next few days. 

He had his chance to finally say goodbye. He was there long enough to do so, but he left before they put you in the ground.

That was something he wasn’t quite ready for.

So the next few weeks drug by, Kirishima sailing through his emotions before he finally gathered the courage to go to your gravesite.

The dirt was still piled up, not yet leveled back out and currently unmarked still as they waited for your headstone. He was careful to stand between the graves and not over someone as he sat down, the tears began to flow down.

The only sound he could hear was the wind rustling through the trees and the plastic break on the lid as he opened up the Sunny D Smooth, a drink you always claimed it was hard to feel sad when you were drinking it.

He opened the cold liquid to help ease his heart and bring a smile to his face even if for a moment as he drank it.

And you were right. Despite all these emotions swirling around it was a bit difficult to feel so sad with this going into your system. Something about it’s color, taste, and smoothness bringing a sense of comfort. 

He let out a gentle, pained sigh as he hugged his hoodie closer to him, catching your dying scent that lingered in the threads. 

“I love you Y/N. I miss you and I’m gonna do what I can to fight for you. I’ll live for you, you can rest easy now.”

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