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tennessoui · 3 years

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Pleaseeee do 43 or 46. I love your work btw

(insert months late panicked noises about how I thought 45 was 'falling in love with best friend's partner' and so wrote hold me fast for it, but actually 43 is 'falling in love with best friend's partner' very whoops very my b)

so i did 43 again anyway, but in a modern au and where the couple is actually in love (but it is an obikin happy ending because kit did write it)

(wife is unnamed the entire time so no character bashing it could literally be anyone ive been calling her rebecca in my head lmao)

43. Falling In Love With Best Friend's Partner (2.7k.......)

Obi-Wan’s kettle goes off with a whistle right as there’s a fierce banging on the door. He almost drops his favorite mug in surprise, which puts him in a bad mood from the get-go. But for the love of Christ, who would come call at his house at nine at night? It’s more than rude; it’s downright indecent.

He stalks through the house until he can unlock the door to give the person on his porch a piece of his mind, but then he sees who it is.

It’s Anakin, and he’s crying.

If there’s anything that can make Obi-Wan quiet his temper on a normal day, it’s Anakin Skywalker. A distressed Anakin Skywalker brings out every ounce of his compassion.

“Anakin?” He asks immediately, stepping forward to touch the man on his arm gently and guide him inside. He doesn’t even have to suppress a sigh when Anakin doesn’t remember to toe off his shoes in the entry way--that’s how worried he is at Anakin’s tears and the way they only increase in frequency and sound when Obi-Wan moves his hand to his back and pushes him further into his house, all the way to the dining table where he urges him to sit down.

Anakin still hasn’t said anything resembling actual words yet, so Obi-Wan goes to the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea. It’s either that or give into the temptation to thumb the tear tracks off of his cheeks and that’s a little more revealing than Obi-Wan likes.

He’s not that brave, for one.

For another, Anakin is a married man. A man married to one of Obi-Wan’s closest friends, a previous grad student turned co-author of at least seven publications, with more on the way. He can’t risk tenderly wiping away her husband’s tears because Obi-Wan Kenobi has been at least a little in love with him since they were introduced four years ago, when he’d swanned up to him holding two champagne glasses in one hand and stuck out the other to shake. “My wife talks about you nonstop, Professor,” he’d said. “I used to be so jealous until I sat in on one of your lectures when I was still in school. Made sense then.”

Obi-Wan had not known what to do with that, but had taken the proffered champagne glass and assured this strange man he had nothing to worry about.

After all, Obi-Wan wasn’t the sort of man to chase after former students or people in marriages.

Over the next few years, however, it became quite clear to him that there was a big addendum needed in his moral code: people in marriages to former students drew his eyes apparently the way no one else has ever managed to in his life.

Or perhaps it was just Anakin. Perhaps it’s always been just Anakin.

Coming to terms with the shameful, quiet love he carried for a man who flirts like it’s second nature and always has a warm touch or word to bestow on Obi-Wan had been difficult, to say the least.

Anakin’s wife had been one of Obi-Wan’s closest friends. His inconvenient and persistent feelings for Anakin had turned her into one thing only: his wife. They could not be friends when Obi-Wan spends half his nights wondering what it would be like to sleep with his arms around her husband. They could not be friends when the last dozen times the married couple had invited him over for dinner, he had paid more attention to her husband than to the food or to the other topics of conversation or to her.

And she has to know. She has to know why their latest paper has taken eight months to write. She has to have seen the way Obi-Wan perks up so obviously when Anakin brings his wife her lunch, the way he has to turn away from their chaste kisses, the way he listens keenly to any information she gives him on her husband, the way he had excused himself from the room when he heard her tell another colleague that they were trying for children.

In academia, you learn fairly quickly that it is useless to resent someone for having what you do not. It seems that Obi-Wan has to learn this lesson all over again when it comes to people. It’s hard. It’s selfish. He hates that he loves Anakin. He hates that he loves Anakin the way he does, that it’s been four years and he still loves him, that not even his happy marriage, his love for his wife, the fact that his wife is Obi-Wan’s friend, can change it.

Anakin considers them friends now, which is so much worse and yet still more than a pathetic old man like Obi-Wan deserves. Worse, because when Obi-Wan had started rejecting dinners at the Skywalker household, Anakin had pushed back with worry. When he’d noticed that Obi-Wan’s lunch most often consisted of whatever cold cut sandwich was on sale at the gas station next to campus, he’d started bringing Obi-Wan a lunch along with his wife. When Obi-Wan had stopped responding to his texts, he showed up to drag him to a night out.

Worse, because being Anakin’s friend is nothing like being his husband, and the differences make him ache as much as the acts of kindness make him want to weep.

It’s still more than Obi-Wan deserves. He knows that intimately, the way he knows that nothing can ever happen between the two of them because Anakin loves his wife. And his wife--

“She cheated on me,” Anakin gets out between uneven breaths.

Obi-Wan promptly drops his favorite mug and watches it shatter on the floor.

“Oh!” Anakin exclaims at the loud noise, peeking around the corner, and looking like he’s about to offer to help. Obi-Wan shoos him out of the kitchen, and grabs the remaining mug of tea to follow him. The mess can wait for a later time.

“What did you say?” he asks carefully, nudging the mug over to Anakin, who wraps his hands around it.

Anakin blinks up at him wetly. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Obi-Wan drags his chair closer and dares to lay a hand over Anakin’s arm, watching his face for any negative reaction. Anakin just looks at it though, as if he can’t even comprehend it.

“Please, tell me what happened,” he entreats softly.

Anakin blinks and takes a sip of the tea. It’s chamomile, which is the only tea blend Obi-Wan knows Anakin likes.

“I, um.” Anakin clears his throat and reaches up to wipe at his eyes. Obi-Wan thinks his breath leaves his body for a second when he sees the slighter lighter ring of skin around Anakin’s fourth finger. He never thought he’d see what that sliver of skin looks like.

“I came back early from a work trip, cause. Um. Cause we’ve been having problems,” he starts with a quick side glance at Obi-Wan. “Just some fighting. Going to bed angry. I guess stuff you’re never supposed to do.”

Obi-Wan tries to arrange his face in an expression meant to convey that he definitely knows what stuff one is supposed to do in a marriage.

“So I thought I could, you know. Surprise her. But when I got in, there was someone else in the house. In our bed, Obi-Wan, she fucked someone else in our bed. I--” Anakin starts crying dropping his head into his hands and dislodging Obi-Wan’s arm completely.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan murmurs, at a loss for what to say. He settles for kneeling down next to Anakin and rubbing his knee. This is platonic.This is fine. This isn’t taking advantage of Anakin in this state.

Obi-Wan has absolutely no desire to take advantage of Anakin in this state, not when he’s so hurt and sad and in need of comfort. Obi-Wan just wants to provide him with comfort, but it feels like a grievous violation to touch Anakin like this willingly. It breaks one of his most cardinal rules.

But it turns out he’d break a lot of rules for Anakin, apparently.

Especially when Anakin responds so well to his touch, practically throwing himself out of his own chair and into Obi-Wan’s arms, tea forgotten on the table.

“How am I supposed to go back there?” He sobs into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I thought...we were supposed to raise kids in that house and she...she’s been...she’s been cheating on me in our bed--”

Obi-Wan tentatively strokes through his hair, adding pressure when Anakin reacts positively. He hates seeing him like this, so torn up and aching. He’d loved his wife, it’s so clear to see.

But Anakin has always struck Obi-Wan as the sort of person to put loyalty over everything else. For his wife to break his trust so suddenly and quickly must spell the death of his love for her. That must be what Obi-Wan is witnessing now, with Anakin, sans wedding ring, sobbing into his arms like this. This must be how Anakin’s love dies.

“I’m so sorry, Anakin,” he murmurs into the man’s temple, pressing his nose there at his hairline and inhaling as softly as he can. He’s disgusted with himself. He can’t help himself. He--

“She said she loved him,” Anakin sniffles, seemingly unaware of anything but his own pain. Obi-Wan gathers him closer at these words and rubs at his back, offering silent comfort. To have Anakin close like this is agony, but to be an appropriate distance away from him as he fell apart would also be agony of a different sort.

And if the last four years have proven anything, Obi-Wan will choose the agony that causes Anakin any modicum of happiness he can give him.

“She said--” here Anakin pauses and takes several deep breaths against the cotton of Obi-Wan’s now damp sleepshirt. “She said she didn’t when they started, but then I--I didn’t notice and it--she said it just happened, but--”

He breaks off and freezes in Obi-Wan’s arms quite suddenly. Obi-Wan stills his own hands in response. “But?” he asks, barely more than an exhale.

“But she said she couldn’t feel sorry about it,” Anakin whispers back, pulling away so that he can look at Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan stares at him, uncomprehending. Anakin’s wife is the unapologetic sort of woman, yes, but to be caught cheating on her husband and then refuse to apologize for the betrayal? That’s something else entirely. “What?” he stutters out in a completely unflattering way.

Anakin’s eyes glisten, but he purses his lips and flexes his jaw before he speaks again. “She said she couldn’t feel sorry about falling in love with someone else because it’s quite clear I’ve done the same thing. And--and she may have physically cheated on me first, but I’ve...I’ve been emotionally unfaithful to her for years now.”

Obi-Wan blinks quite a bit and very fast, tightening his hold on Anakin before pulling away just as quickly. “That’s absurd,” he spits out, trying to calm his rushing heartbeat. “Anakin, you’re the most loyal person I know. You would never--”

“She was right,” Anakin cuts him off, breaking eye contact with him to look over his shoulder and then down at...at his lips. “I didn’t even realize she was right until she said it, but. But I’ve been in love with someone else for three years of my five year marriage. I--I’m not who we thought I was.”

And his eyes well up with tears again and Obi-Wan isn’t strong enough this time from stopping himself from reaching out and brushing one of his tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Anakin, you’re not…” thinking straight, serious, in your right mind, in love with anyone but your wife. “You’re hurting, Anakin,” he settles on saying. “You need to...sleep. To rest.”

You need to stop saying things that will break my heart in a few days when you realize you don’t actually mean them.

But Anakin has always been stubborn, especially when it comes to Obi-Wan’s demands. “Obi-Wan,” he insists, shoving his face forward so that their heads connect with a thump. “Obi-Wan, it’s you. It’s been you. For. For longer than I knew. For three years at least. Maybe longer. It should have been you from the beginning. When--”

“Anakin, please,” he finds himself begging, scrambling up and off the floor and away from this troublesome man. “Do not say anything you cannot take back. You are in distress, you’re not thinking clearly.”

Anakin follows him to his feet. “I need to say this,” he says, voice breaking. “Please, Obi-Wan. Let me say this.”

Obi-Wan has never known how to say no to Anakin. He closes his mouth instead.

“Before we even started dating, that’s when I sat in on your lecture. When we were seniors. I just wanted to see. Wanted to know why she liked you so much, measure up my competition. But then I liked you, more than I’ve ever liked a guy before. And it only got worse after I met you again, at that party, I don’t know if you remember, but. The days after, I drove my wife insane asking questions about you and your work and your interests and your hobbies, and I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

“You were just...you were so amazing. But I loved her so much I didn’t even notice I had any love left in my heart to give to anyone else, but then there you were. There you were and every time I saw you it was like...coming up for air. Like I was living someone else’s life and then sometimes I just got to be myself and it was only ever when you were around and--I didn’t know it was love until my wife told me tonight that she fucked another man because she couldn’t stand that I fell in love with one first, and I knew immediately who she was talking about. It was you. It’s...Obi-Wan, it’s always been you.”

Anakin closes the distance between them slowly, as if he’s giving Obi-Wan a chance to run. Obi-Wan does consider it, he won’t lie, but he stands stock still as if frozen to the ground. Anakin reaches up gently and wipes at one of his tears. Obi-Wan hadn’t even realized he started crying.

“Please don’t cry,” Anakin whispers through his tears. “I understand if you--if you don’t feel the same way, but I couldn’t be quiet about it once I realized. I don’t know how to love quietly.”

Obi-Wan does. Obi-Wan’s spent four years loving Anakin quietly, and now he doesn’t have any words left in him to love him out loud.

Anakin’s hand falls away from his face at his continued silence and he looks, if possible, more heartbroken. “I...I understand,” he murmurs. “You don’t feel the way I do. I--yes. I get it. I...deserve it.”

At this, Obi-Wan has to say something because it’s been one of the tenets of his world for years now that Anakin Skywalker deserves all the love there is in the entire universe. “No,” he says roughly, dragging the words kicking and screaming from the pit of his stomach. “It’s not that. It’s--”

Anakin looks at him with wide, wet, blue eyes.

“It’s that if you...if I say it and then...tomorrow you decide you don’t mean it...darling you have to know there would be no recovering from that, for me. I’ve been so obvious.”

Anakin blinks as the words register in his brain, and Obi-Wan can tell the exact moment they do because he inches closer and clutches tightly onto his shirt. “You’ve not been obvious at all,” he murmurs, eyes still shining, even as he directs his entire attention to his lips.

“What would I need to do?” Obi-Wan breathes, aching to wrap his arms around his waist and terrified that doing so will startle Anakin away from him. “What would I need to do for you to understand how much I...how much I’ve loved you for all these years?”

“Kiss me,” Anakin whispers, leaning down as if drawn by some magnetic pull.

Obi-Wan knows he will hate himself in the morning for giving in when Anakin is so obviously grief-stricken and looking for no-strings-attached physical comfort. And yet, he meets him halfway anyway.

#asks #prompt fill #lets be real these havent been ficlets for months let alone snippets #these are just. fics lmao #anyway i couldnt choose who to hurt/comfort with this prompt so ii actually went with both haha #very on brand #anakin's pov would of course contain the famous 'oh. OH.' of realization #obikin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #i have so many amazing asks to respond to and im going to do it tonight #i just wanted to post this and then spend like a solid eight hours on my paintings because they have a really real and fast approaching #deadline #cw: cheating #married with a twist au

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plsimsuchasimp · 3 years

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i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else.

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!”

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne.

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up.

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling.

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him.

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was.

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?”

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought. Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed.

This could not be happening.

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all.

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one.

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice.

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there.

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you.

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest.

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave.

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel.

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to.

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

#sugawara koushi #suga x reader #sugawara x y/n #koushi sugawara #sugawara angst #sugawara sadness #i'm literally so sorry this is very sad #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu sad #suga x y/n #suga x you #sugawara x reader

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Podcasts #The Magnus Archives #Supernatural #Avatar The Last Airbender #Naruto #The Magicians #Game of Thrones #Haikyuu!!#Crossover #Matilda #Welcome to Night Vale #Harry Potter #Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them #Katekyou Hitman Reborn

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I HAVE GASOLINE LAYING AROUND IN MY HOUSE AND IM OMW TO SET KANA ON FIRE :))))

ok im about to compile possibly like 10 chapters worth of kana hate KJHLDSDJS

so. sorry i wasnt able to respond to so manyyyyyy of these on time and all, i get overwhelmed super easily but i truly, truly love all of you and appreciate each msg :DD these have all either made me think real hard LMFOAHJSKD or had me laughing so hard and gasping lmfao. but yeah, i appreciate all of these and everything i mightve never gotten bc tumblr asks is dumb as well as the ones ive still yet to come back to or answer. almost each and every single one of these have been a guidance with what i wanted to do with the smau, whenever i wanted to switch something up or make something better in the smau, your msgs helped a lot in improving it in some way and helping me figure out what i truly wanted to do with the smau and for that, thank u!!!

Anonymous asked:

FUCK KANA ALL MY HOMIES HATE HER HANA SPILLED HER DRINK ON HER? SHE DID THE RIGHT THING ALSO FUCK SUNA BC EVEN UF HE HAD SEX WITH YN AND SAID HE ADORES HER HIS ACTIONS/AFFECTION TOWARDS KANA GIVES MIXED SIGNALS AND ITS TIME HE GET ACCOUNTABLE OF SAID ACTIONS sorry for the rant 🥴

Anonymous asked:

the “tw kana” absolutely sent me into orbit i cackled 😭

Anonymous asked:

anons bonding over kana hate🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻

Anonymous asked:

yeah its only you who doesn't dislike her FGHDJGKUJ IM KIDDING no but really more than hate her its hate the way shes in between like it pisses me off the cockblock she is 😭😭

Anonymous asked:

if i were kana,,,i would either tell him i still have feelings OR hurt in silence (step back) since technically he or should i say they decided to be JUST bestfriends not cockblocking the possibility for him to be in a relationship

Anonymous asked:

kana has to make a choice: she confess or shut the fuck up bc as far as we know they decided to be just bff (highkey think suna was more into being just friends and kana kinda lied) so IF he likes someone else why the fuck try to sabotage him (his happiness with someone else) when he find it out then what? would he still keep her as a friend? 🧐

Anonymous asked:

What if I just...shift or whatever you guys call it, into As Friends universe...and bonk Kana on the head...lol just kidding...ah ha ha ha No please she is starting to sound like the girl best friend that would make couples break up because she does not care about boundaries...honey, you're the best friend, yes, you're important, but that's his girlfriend...stay in your lane. Lol like "I don't want to confess" but "He's mine so I have to get rid of all competitions" lol fucking clown yeah no, I don't have to wait for you to write more about her to make me hate her sksksksksk I already do

Anonymous asked:

Ayo istg kana's been giving y/n the stinky eye... if she stares at y/n like that one more time LAWD HELP HER SOUL, im coming for her eyes!!! But fr,, Rin better treat y/n right and put kana in her place. Bc y/n got a best friend too (samu) u^u and he can cook and would treat her good.

Anonymous asked: likE I KEEP SAYING eAT SHIT KANA

Anonymous asked: I am CRAVING IMMENSE VIOLENCE bring that girl kana here lemme knock her teeth down her throat. >:(

Anonymous asked:

kana (derogatory)

Anonymous asked:

istg if a bus doesn’t hit kana i’m gonna do it

Anonymous asked:

kana toxic best friend it’s time for suna to realise IT 😤😤

Anonymous asked:

kana has family problems only rin knows about? what in the ao haru ride manga 😐

Anonymous asked:

WHY KANA FUKC

Anonymous asked:

NAH MY GUT FEELING TELLING ME KANA WAS BAD NEWS SINCE THE BEGINNING also she wants suna all to herself (he sees her as a bff) but doesn’t say shit to him... if course he’s gonna find someone in the future whether in college or after (unless the bitch will still to his ass even when he goes pro)

Anonymous asked:

everyday i wake up with notifs from u i feel like im about to get subjected to pain and IM RIGHT THIS TIME TOO what the hell kana u will never be yn (me) 🙏🏼🧇

Anonymous asked:

bro part of me wants to punch suna so bad bc like hes so awkward but so smooth like who tf do u want stop being a smooth ass mf u know these two bitches like u

Anonymous asked: i might just obliterate everyone named kana cause of as friends THE WHOLE TIME MY EYE WAS TWITCHING CAUSE OF HER FUCK KDDSKDLSDK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO OBLITERATE HER SAY "I" but like hi! i hope youre well

Anonymous asked:

even tho u always insist you'd never het mad at me girl HUHH i used to be genuinely good w kana now she's just a manipulative bitch :// kana babe sorry but ur best friend is allowed to spend time with other people 🙄

xmyshya asked:

I 👏 love 👏 Hana 👏 Also 👏 fuck 👏 Kana 👏 and Rin you idiot, what do you mean he's not gonna pursue dating T_T it's just a few chapters till the end T_T wut T_T

yourstarvic asked:

Kana needs to back up before she gets beat up 😤 me and my homies ain’t playing no more 😤

Anonymous asked:

omg that ur probably mad (even tho u said u’d never get mad at me!) broooo

Anonymous asked:

kana gonna get even more territorial in the next chapters im getting kinda scared to see how rin reacts 😒 shes gonna lowkey (highkey) manipulate rin like oh u said youll never leave me you said i come first and all that mhmmm girl dont make me break your neck 👎🏼👎🏼

Anonymous asked:

huh so is kana basically a pick me girl

Anonymous asked:

“you’d be selfish abt this” girl

Anonymous asked:

why tf kana gotta ask yn bro u don't know her just ask suna directly 🙄 putting her in an awkward ass position how's she supposed to say no i'm sorry kana's being annoying as hell rn

Anonymous asked:

it’s time for kana to realise: - yn aint just a fling bc suna is spending more time with her - suna clearly sees her just as his bff

Anonymous asked:

Kana saying "I was worried you'd be selfish about this haha" well bitch now I gotta be 😒

Anonymous asked:

“i was worried you’d be selfish about this hahaha” -the one who’s for the streets kana better watch herself…y/n was being kind, i will not be

Anonymous asked:

DID KANA REALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK US?????? TO POSTPONE OUR PLANS WITH RIN???? pls that « you understand, right? » was just so manipulative oh my god-

Anonymous asked:

kana can go cry & write to her diary about it 😘😘

Anonymous asked:

“y/n right?” after literally meeting her plssss

Anonymous asked:

miss kana is just gonna have to miss him a little more bc i'm not canceling SHIT!!

Anonymous asked:

kana is playing chess while we’re playing checkers

Anonymous asked:

everytime you post and kana gets fucked over my day is made and it all I'm going to think about

Anonymous asked:

im catching up on as friends bc i havent read a few chapters and kana saying “arent you just with yn” made me extra angry go trip down some stairs kana

Anonymous asked:

u made my week with the update 😭🖤 i hate kana sfm lol

Anonymous asked:

kana suffering either way the story goes? I'm in -🦄

Anonymous asked:

kana n suna need to grow up lowkey it’s very highschool

Anonymous asked:

WHOEVER SENT THIS I AM CHOOSING VIOLENCE who's in, let's go beat kana-🦄

Anonymous asked:

hELL YEAAHH GET FUCKED KANA /neg

#wait im adding more i just #it noncon posted KLDHSKJDD #;bubble #smau ; as friends #tw kana #this is gonna be like the tw kana hall of fame post LKJDSHKDJS

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cloudy-ocs · 4 years

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— masterlist

1. The Survival Show

mari and jisung were aware of the mutual hatred between each other, they tried not to let it show during filming, but they did have their slip ups.

mari and felix were eliminated together, this was shocking to not only the boys but to everyone watching. for their to not only be two eliminations in one but to also have both the foreigners be eliminated, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

and unfortunately, someone had very strong feelings about it.

when jyp walked out mari was the first to let her emotions free, she covered her mouth as she began crying, arms automatically locking around the boy next to her, both shocked and disappointed.

the two got around, saying their goodbyes, hugging each of the boys, apologising profusely. there was really only one person left to say goodbye to, and that was jisung, who had his arms crossed as he tried not to cry.

when mari pulled him into a hug he didn’t refuse, though he didn’t make an effort to hug her back, only leaning in to whisper his disappointment to her.

“maybe if you listened to me and tried harder, you wouldn’t be leaving us behind.” and with that he pulled himself away from her, ignoring the look he had received from chan.

“i’m sorry.”

2. When They Became 10 Again

there was no way to describe the feelings she felt, the support from the audience, the boys, jyp, it left her feeling warm and excited.

felix, minho and mari all shared a hug, gripping each other tightly, almost as though letting go would mean one of them would leave again. they felt the others crowd around them, forming a larger hug around the three, everyone smiling from ear to ear.

the group dispersed into smaller groups, everyone celebrating the return of the three members with cheers and hugs.

that night was truly a night of surprises for mari, as jisung walked up to her, though he didn’t look too happy, and gave her an awkward hug, patting her back before letting go.

“welcome back, not that i missed annoying you or anything, i still hate you.”

and for once, mari didn’t take offence to it, giving him a smile she shook her head.

“i hate you too.”

3. That One V-Live “iM AUSTRALIAN.”

“who’s that behind the door? oh there’s someone behind the door ?” mari didn’t actually think anyone was behind her, she focused on the screen trying to watch for any movement and when she came up short she went back to the comments, not realising that there in fact, was, someone behind her.

he creeped up behind her as slowly and quietly as he could in a dance studio, though halfway through his patenience ran thin and he decided to just bolt at her instead.

he ran up behind her and slammed his hands against her as he yelled out, successfully scaring mari and making her drop the device she was using.

“jisung, what the hell!” clearly he was amused as he was now clutching his stomach whilst laughing.

“you should’ve seen how high you jumped, you were like a cat.”

unamused, mari got up and grabbed the gym ball closest to her, the camera capturing both of them perfectly in frame.

“yeah you wanna see what’s funny?” and without giving him a chance to respond, she threw the exercise ball, watching as it hit him square in the chest, laughing at him as he fell back.

however, the ball had rebounded off of him and was now about to hit mari square in the face.

without a second to dodge, mari was hit by the ball, also falling back from the impact.

the two, now both of the floor, looked at each other for a moment before laughing, not together but at one another.

“imagine being dumb enough to get hit by the balk you threw.”

“imagine being so weak you literally fly from the impact.”

“i’M NOT WEAK, I GO TO THE GYM WITH CHAN.”

“i’m gonna tell him you didn’t use formalities.”

“you never use formalities, hypocrite.”

“i’M AUSTRALIAN.”

4. Learning How To Produce

“you’re so bad at this, it’s actually painful to watch.”

“jisung, shut up, ive never done something like this before.” he laughed at her as she pouted, eyes still focused on the screen as she tried adding more bass to the song.

“you’re gonna overdo it.”

“i like a heavy bass, stop distracting me.”

“you’re gonna make the bass too overpowering and it’s gonna sound bad.”

“you sound bad.”

“i do not sound bad, thank you very much.”

“okay, sungie.”

he smiled triumphantly as she continued to work on the song, her mind solely focused on the production of the song, her eyes zoned in and her tongue slightly poking out between her lips.

“i think i’m done.” mari smiled proudly at the screen, then to jisung, who was already staring at her in amusement.

“okay, play it.”

so, jisung may have been right on the overdoing it, but mari wasn’t about to let him know that, he didn’t need a bigger ego boost.

“i love it.” she said whilst cringing outwardly at the sound.

she huffed, pausing the song before sheepishly turning towards jisung.

“can you help me fix it?”

“what’s the magic word?”

“...please?”

“wrong.”

“i-”

“tell me i am the most talented, amazing, handsome all rounder idol you’ve ever met.”

“lying is a sin, jisung.”

“i hate you.”

“it’s mutual.”

he glared at her then at the screen where the composed song was layed out, his glare turning into him trying to hold back his laughter.

“i’m sorry, i really don’t want to laugh but, it’s so bad. i didn’t even realise someone could make a song composition this bad.”

mari frowned at him, this time she was genuinely upset. sure it wasn’t the best, but she tried, and she was proud of herself, or was proud of herself.

she wasn’t necessarily angry at jisung, but her feelings were hurt and her ego was crushed, she sniffed before pulling the keyboard towards her, deleting the whole song before grabbing her hoodie and walking out of the studio.

she ignored jisung’s calls of her name and continued towards the elevator, okay so maybe she was being over dramatic, but she didn’t like being laughed at, no one likes being laughed at.

“mari i’m sorry, it wasn’t that bad, i was just teasing.”

“go away, i’m going back to the dorms.”

“please don’t go back with puffy eyes, they’re gonna think i made you cry and then felix is gonna get mad at me.”

“you did make me cry.”

“i said i’m sorry, here, i’ll help you make a better song, free of the magic word.”

“it wasn’t even a word you idiot.”

“that’s bullying.” he shut his mouth as she glared at him, wiping her tears as she held his gaze, he sighed before grabbing her wrist and gently pulling her back to the room, forcing her to sit back in the chair.

“i promise i’ll help you, and i won’t laugh, i know how hard it is when you first start.”

“exactly, you jerk.”

“i was just tEASING YOU.”

“yOU WERE BEING MEAN, you laughed at me.”

he let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face in annoyance before exhaling once again.

“okay, i’m sorry, i swear i won’t laugh.”

mari went quiet, looking down at her hands before slowly looking back up at him, holding out her pinky.

“pinky promise?”

“i-” he rolled his eyes, trying to hold back his smile as he linked his pinky with hers.

“pInkY PrOmise.”

“dONT MOCK ME.”

5. The Sydney oPrAh House

“i love sydney.”

“i know you do, mar.”

“i’ve missed sydney.”

“i know you have.”

“i want to go see the sydney opera house, jisung.”

“i know- wait what.”

“the sydney opera house? i wanna go see it.”

“opera? wait i’m so confused, i thought it was the sydney oprah house...”

“...”

“it’s opera?”

“are you dumb?”

“DONT QUESTION MY INTELLIGENCE, IM VERY SMART.”

“YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OPRAH THIS WHOLE TIME? WHAT NEXT, ‘oh i thought it was one of oprah’s houses’?”

“... maybe.”

“you’re annoying.”

“how do you even know that word? your korean isn’t even that good.”

“i take full offence to that.”

“good, you were meant to.”

“i hate you.”

“don’t worry mar, it’s mutual.”

and as the two bicker back and forth, chan and minho stare at them from a distance, watching in amusement as they argue.

“they love each other.”

“oh for sure, if something happened to mari, jisung would go wild.”

“same goes for mari.”

“ah, kids.”

#stray kids 9th member #stray kids au #stray kids imagines #stray kids oc #female kpop oc #kpop oc #stray kids addition #stray kids scenario #female kpop additions #jisung imagines

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calumance · 4 years

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LA Devotee - Part XVII

Warnings: first half in angsty, second half is fluffy

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Emily is broken, and feels like she’s pushing Calum away. Calum is worried that Emily will never understand how real their relationship is. Meanwhile, Trevor calls up Emily for help with a surprise for Mikayla.

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me on this update, I took some much needed time off but now I am back so updates every Saturday!! 🥰🥰

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As much as I loved Mikayla, and respected her words and advise, I did not try to call Calum. The second I got home, I filled Duke’s bowl full of food then headed for the couch. As soon as I made it to the couch, I curled up in a ball and laid there, watching mindless TV until my eyes were so tired that I had to shut them. I rolled so I was facing the back of the couch and put my hands over my face, blocking any source of light. I thought about what Mikayla said, to not over think it. Laying here like this is overthinking it, maybe I should try to call him.

I pushed myself away from the back of the couch and grabbed my phone. The picture of us on my background causing my leg to bounce in nervousness. My finger swiped across the screen to unlock it and I stared at Calum’s name. The dial tone sounded for a full minute before I was sent to his voicemail. My heart tightened and I closed my eyes after ending the call. I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and assumed the same position I had been in before. My eyes tightly shut, squeezing the tears from my eyes, my eyes stayed shut until I was lulled by the hurt into some sort of restless sleep.

My phone made a hard buzzing noise against the coffee table jolting me awake. It only vibrated once, but it was enough to cause me to scramble towards my phone, falling off the couch in the process. After I grabbed my phone, I was highly disappointed to see that it was Trevor. Wait, why the hell was Trevor texting me? “Hey, sorry for texting you out of the blue, but you’re Mikayla’s best friend so call me when you get a second.” My eyebrows stitched together, and in absolute panic, I immediately called Trevor. “Hey, Emily. Thanks for calling me so soon.”

“Is everything okay?” I blurted out, still sitting on the floor, because what was the point of standing up?

“No, yeah, everything’s awesome. I’m going to propose to Mikayla.” My heart skipped and beat and I wanted to scream in excitement. Mikayla has always expressed to me how head over heels she is for Trevor, and they’ve been together for almost four years now. “I wanted you to help me plan it. I already have a ring, I just don’t know what else to do, surely she has told you something about her perfect proposal?”

Oh, boy, has she. “She wants to be proposed to on the beach, at sunset. Venice beach, to be precise. She’s always dreamt of it being that she would be holding hands, walking along the shoreline with the guy- you- and talking about life. She told me that she would want her closest friends to be there, maybe for like a bonfire, or something. Of course, some drinks, music, you get what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like that night we had right after you moved here. We were at the beach and you two got all drunk on wine coolers.” He sighed, with a soft chuckle.

I chuckled back at the memory. “Yeah, like that, but about a hundred times more romantic.” My elbow rested on my knee as my fingers ran across my forehead. “When were you thinking of proposing?”

“Soon? Maybe like Sunday? Could you help me invite all of her friends? I already breached the idea to her, and she was all for it. Will you keep the proposal part of it kind of hushed though? I’d rather have only you know.” His voice became quiet, as if he was afraid of someone hearing him.

“Yeah, I’ll send out a mass invite in the morning. I’m so excited for you, Trevor.” He thanked me again and hung up. After I was sure the call had ended, I tossed my phone back onto the coffee table and laid back so I was pressed against the floor. I was happy for them, but I don’t know how I was supposed to have a happy face when the one person I want to talk to, won’t talk to me. I pushed the base of my palm into my eyes and groaned.

I reached above me for my phone and held it above my face, careful not to drop it on myself. Again, I tried to call Calum, and again the call went to voicemail. Before I started to cry again, I called Michael. One hand holding the phone to my ear, the other hand covering my eyes, in hopes that it would stop me from crying. “Emily!” Michael’s voice was cheery, and there was a few explosions behind him, like he was playing a video game.

“Hey, Michael. How are you doing?” My hand reminded over my eyes, and I swallowed down the sob in my throat.

“It’s going great! What’s going on with you?” He mumbled a few words as he continued to play whatever game he was playing.

My hand dropped from my face and my eyes narrowed at the sudden burst of light. “Not much, listen, Calum isn’t answering me, do you know if he’s okay?” Maybe he knew we were fighting, maybe he didn’t, either way, I left that part out.

Whatever Michael was into suddenly paused, the other end of the phone suddenly became really quiet. “I don’t know, actually. The only time I’ve seen today him was for our performance, after that he went straight for his hotel room and hasn’t come out since. I’m actually kind of worried about him.” I squeezed my eyes shut, and replaced my hand over my eyes. “Do you think I should knock on his door?”

“You’ve known him way longer than I have, Michael. Does he get like this a lot?” Michael hummed in response, but didn’t say much else. I sighed and licked my lips before continuing, “If you knock on his door, just don’t say anything about me calling.” Michael agreed and I hung up the phone. After a few minutes of laying on the floor, I sat up and started preparing the Facebook invite for Trevor and Mikayla’s party on Sunday.

At this point of the night, I had completely lost track of what time it was, all I knew was that it was late. Duke was curled in a ball at my feet at the other end of the couch, soft snores escaping through his nose every so often. My arms tucked into my chest, the sleeves of my sweater pulled over my hands. The episode of The Office where Jim proposes to Pam playing on the TV. Just as Jim knelt down, my phone buzzed. Without taking my eyes off the TV, I reached forward and grabbed my phone, thinking Michael had gone and talked to Calum. I sat bolt upright when I saw Calum’s name on my screen. My fingers frantically swiped to unlock my phone and read his message. “Hey, sunshine. Are you still awake?”

My eyes lifted to the TV just as Pam nodded to Jim and they embraced in a loving kiss. I looked back at my phone and typed back a simple “Yeah.” The three dots in the gray bubble showed up and I watched as they disappeared and his message showed up. “Can we talk?” My heart skipped a beat and I typed another simple “Yeah.”

Within a minute, my phone was ringing, what was surprising was that it was a Face Time call. I propped my phone up on the coffee table, tapped the answer button, then pulled my arm back into my chest. When Calum came into view, the only light that was illuminating his face was the light of the TV. He ran his hand down his face then grinned. Just as he grinned, I looked away from the phone and back at the TV. He sighed and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him reach up and turn the lamp on. “I’m sorry, Emily. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, I just wish you would realize how real this relationship is.”

As much as I wanted to fight him, he had a point. Everything that has happened to me in the past month and a half has felt like a complete and utter dream. None of it has felt real, and maybe I was acting like it wasn’t real, but how was I supposed to act when the last real relationship I had wasn’t actually real? I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, hiding the tears that had started to fall. “I know I act tough, Calum, but my last relationship destroyed me. What I thought was real, ended up not being real, and our relationship has felt too good to be true since the second I laid my eyes on you. I’m sorry that I’m pushing you away.” Even though I covered my face, the sob that escaped my chest gave away the fact that I was crying, and I moved my hand to use my sleeve to dry under my eyes.

“Sunshine, you’re not pushing me away. No matter what happens, I will be here. I’m not going anywhere, you are worth every crazy second. Please don’t cry.” He paused for a second and then took a deep breath before continuing, “Can I tell you something?” I nodded, still covering my face with my sleeved hand. “You are the are the light of my life. I was wrong to act the way I did, I was just angry that I couldn’t be there to protect you. That’s my job as a boyfriend, and I couldn’t do that. There was not a second that went by today that I did not think about you, and I tried everything I could to fly home and see you, but there just isn’t time until my next day off in a few days. I’ve just been on edge because I miss you so fucking bad.” He gritted his teeth on the last few words and my breath hitched.

I brought my other hand to my face, “I miss you too.” The response was muffled by my hands and the tears. My chest heaved as I held in a sob, but then rolled over so my back was facing the camera.

Calum sighed, “Emily, please look at me.” I mumbled a ‘no’ into the back of the couch and Calum sighed again. “What do you want me to do, Em?”

My mind ran around in circles until I rolled over and grabbed my phone, surprising Calum. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows. “I want you to just bear with me. I want you to understand that having a perfect relationship has literally never happened to me. I am broken, and I am pretty certain that you are going to be the one to fix me, but it’s going to take time.” I used my sleeve to dry the tears off my face and I licked my lips, thinking of how I wanted to word my next thought. “I care about you very much. I want us to last for a long time, it’s just going to take a while for me to realize what a functional relationship looks like. Can you promise me that you’ll be patient with me and still continue to,” I licked my lips, “Care for me?”

Calum grinned and looked down while nodding, “Of course, Emily. I’m not going anywhere, not any time soon.” I nodded and bit my lip. My eyes met the floor, we were silent for a minute, but Calum cleared his throat and started talking about his day. Which was nice, because I missed talking to him all day. By the end of the night, we were laughing and talking as if the past twenty-four hours never happened.

On Sunday afternoon, I wore a black and white striped maxi skirt with a white tank top, a jean jacket and some sandals. As I was getting ready, I Face Timed Calum. “How do I look?” I asked as I stood in front of the floor length mirror in our shared bathroom.

He eyebrows raised, his fingers running over his lips to hide a smirk. He looked over the top of his phone, then back to the phone. “You look absolutely ravishing, honey.” I blushed and turned the camera to the front facing one as I walked around the house to grab the rest of my things before walking out the front door. “What are you guys doing tonight, again?”

I closed the door to my car and placed my phone in the holder which is suction cupped to the windshield. “I’ve told you, Trevor wanted to have a party with all of Mikayla’s closest friends, like this one time when she and I got all stupid drunk on the beach.” Calum hummed, knowing I was hiding something. “And, Trevor is proposing to Mikayla. I’m only telling you because you’re not here and blow the surprise.”

His eyes widened and spread a wide toothy smile, “Hey! That’s awesome, they’ve been together for a while, right?” He looked over his phone again and nodded in response to the person in front of him.

I glanced behind me to change lanes, and then looked back at Calum. He was still holding onto his phone, but he was wiring his in ear monitors, wrapping them around the top of his ears so they were just hanging. “Yeah,” I smiled at him. “About four years now, maybe longer than that. I can’t remember exactly how long she told me they’ve been together.” My eyes flicked between my phone and the road. Calum was shoving one of his monitors into his ear, “Do you need me to let you go?”

He shook his head and frowned, “No, I still have a couple more minutes.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him prop the phone against something and took a few steps back to take a drink from his water bottle and start doing his pre-performance routine.

Just as he was called to the stage, I pulled into the parking lot by the beach. Trevor and Mikayla were already there, laying out the beach blanket next to the firepit that had already been set up. Calum and I bid each other goodbye and I grabbed my things to head to their spot. Before stepping into the sand I took my sandals off and lifted the bottom of my skirt. As I waded my way through the sand, a breeze blew my hair back and tickled my face. It was an absolutely beautiful afternoon, and all I could think about was how much better it would be if Calum were here with me. When I finally reached the blanket, Mikayla stood up and wrapped her arms around me. While her arms were around me Trevor smiled and nodded at me knowing that everything was going to be perfect.

Everyone I had invited showed up within ten minutes of me being there. Drinks were quickly passed around, and a speaker was brought out to play some music to keep everyone smiling and laughing. My heart skipped a beat when the song switched to a 5 Seconds of Summer song. As much as I loved the song, I couldn’t help but lower my eyes and wash back the rest of my drink. “Emily, do you want me to change the song? I know how much you’ve been missing him.” Mikayla asked, reaching for her phone.

“No, no, it’s a fine. I like this song, and it’s nice to hear his voice.” I smiled as Trevor handed me another drink, twisting the cap off for me. “Thank you.” I held up my drink and threw my head back taking another large gulp.

“When does he come back?” Our friend Sarah asked. She was leaning back, pressed against her boyfriend’s chest, his arms wrapped around her stomach.

“He comes home for a break in a month. I was thinking about visiting him before then, though. We’ve just been so busy at work that I haven’t really found the right time.” I shrugged and Sarah nodded. “Anyway, I’m okay, he’s okay. Let’s go back to laughing and having a good time.” Everyone nodded and someone dropped a joke, causing the mood to lighten back up.

Soon, the sun was starting to set and Trevor made eye contact with me. Mikayla was just the perfect amount of buzzed, her eyes were sparkling and I knew she was already having one of the best nights of her life. As I brought the bottle to my lips, I nodded. He nodded back at me, and whispered into Mikayla’s ear. She nodded and they both stood to walk towards the water. As they approached the sand, I stood and grabbed my phone. I followed behind them as they held hands and walked along the water line. Once Trevor stopped walking, I pulled out my phone and recorded. I got close enough that I could just barely hear them, but concentrated on videoing the moment. They held hands while Trevor spilled his heart, until he got down on one knee, pulling a small black velvet box from his pocket. Mikayla’s hands shot up and covered her mouth. I could hear her gasp and then she nodded vigorously. Trevor placed the ring on her finger then stood and hugged her, placing a long kiss to her lips.

I stopped the recording and stood in my place until Mikayla caught sight of me and started running towards me. My arms stretched out as she jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. My arms wrapped around her tightly and we held each other just for a moment. When she pulled away she showed me her ring. It was a rose gold ring with an oval diamond and a halo of diamonds that had the clasp holding the stone at the top to make the halo look like stars. As Trevor walked past me, I fist bumped him. Finally, my best friend was engaged, and I couldn’t be more happy for her.

When I got home, I immediately fell into bed. The morning was going to come quickly, and waking up on Mondays was hard enough as it is. After finding the motivation, I pushed myself off the bed and put on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. As I was brushing my teeth, my phone began to ring. With my toothbrush still in my mouth, I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone, answering Calum’s Face Time. He chuckled when he saw the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. I smiled and propped my phone on the sink and held up my pointer finger. “Okay.” He said, his voice husky and low, making my bones shiver.

Quickly, I finished brushing my teeth and grabbed my phone off the sink. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to call. How was your show?” As I walked out of the bathroom, I switched the light off, walking my way towards the bed.

“It was good,” He began and I crawled under the covers and switched on the bedside lamp. “How was your night? Did Mikayla say yes?” He raised his eyebrows and smiled, remembering that I had told him Trevor was proposing.

A smile stretched across my face and I leaned my phone against the lamp on the nightstand. “Yeah, she did. I took a video do you want me to send it to you?”

He raised and arm and let it rest against his forehead. “I’d love to see it. I’ll watch it tomorrow, though. I’m exhausted.” His eyes started to shut and I couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s fine. Why don’t we both get some sleep and talk again tomorrow?” He nodded and then we bid each other a goodnight before the call ended. Before rolling over onto my side, I sent Calum the video. For the first night in a couple of days, I was able to fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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supercxrpschild · 4 years

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request! baby!danvers migraine

Baby!danvers is dealing with a migraine the pain is so bad that b!d is literally crying. Kara is trying to do whatever she can to help relieve her baby sister's pain, but nothing is working. She keeps throwing up any food she tries to keep down so Kara calls Alex to come give her an IV.

Hi guys, I’m so sorry I suck at uploading right now, things are just a lot. I’m aiming to put out a lot of requests this weekend so I can catch up on all that is in my inbox, but to avoid disappointment, I will answer the asks as I’m writing them so you know when I am. I apologise once again for those that have been sitting there for quite a while!!

hope you enjoy this one anon, and everyone else :)

Word Count: 789

You woke up and as soon as the slightest bit of light hit your face, it felt as though a knife went straight through your skull. Tears pricked at your eyes as you called out softly for Kara, knowing that with her hearing, she’d hear you.

“Y/n?” She walked into your room furrowing her brows. Seeing you with a pillow over your face she immediately knew you had a migraine and quickly pulled the curtains completely shut. You felt the bed dip and your sisters hand on your back, you whined and buried yourself into her lap.

“Hey little star, you not feeling good?” Kara asked softly as she gently combed her fingers through your hair.

“It feels like theres a knife going right through my head Kara, I feel like I’m gonna be sick it hurts so bad.” Kara sighed, wishing she could do something to help. Luckily, it was the weekend which meant neither of you had anywhere to be.

Kara went into the bathroom and got you some medicine, but even an hour after you took it – it didn’t seem to make any of the pain subside. It also didn’t help that you threw up not long after taking it. She tried placing a cool washcloth on your forehead, which was helping at the moment and you had dozed off.

“K-ara” you croaked, your voice hoarse after throwing up a second time. She walked in, crinkle already etched into her face. Upon seeing your tears, it deepened.

“Baby, whats wrong? What can I do?” She sat down next to you and started massaging your scalp lightly, you hummed in approval and moved closer to her. “Shh little star, I’ve got you.”

You both lied there, Kara finally thinking she had helped the pain ease a little before you suddenly sat up and leaned over the bed, throwing up into the trash can yet again.

Kara rubbed your back, “Y/n, I’m getting worried sweetheart, you haven’t kept anything down today, not even water. The dehydration wouldn’t be helping.” You knew what she was hinting at,

“No hospitals Kara.” She sighed as you laid back down, continuing her scalp massage, placing pressure on your temples.

It was later when you woke up, having fallen asleep to Kara’s rhythmic movements.

“Here y/n, just some toast and juice okay? I need you to eat something.” You groaned and sat up slightly, taking the plate from Kara and beginning to eat.

It wasn’t long before you threw it up though, which caused Kara to panic again,

“Y/n, bubs I’m really worried.” You shook your head as you sat up,

“Its okay Kara, it happens to humans sometimes.” She sighed,

“I know but not like this y/n. You haven’t kept anything down and you’re in so much pain.” Before Kara could continue you cut her off,

“No hospitals.”

“Fine, then I’m calling Alex.” You groaned as you placed the pillow over your head again and Kara left to call your mama bear of a big sister.

“Hey Alex” Kara greeted as she hugged her sister.

“Hey, how’s the patient?” Kara furrowed her brows,

“Alex, I didn’t know what to do! Her migraines have never been this bad, she cant keep anything down.” Alex nodded,

“Hey, its alright. Let me go see what I can do, okay?” The both of them walked into you room,

“Y/n, babygirl how’re you doing?” Alex rubbed your back as she sat next to you.

“Its real bad Alex.” Alex sighed,

“Well, I brought stuff with me to give you an IV so we can get you hydrated.” You buried yourself into the pillows,

“No needles Alex please, just let me sleep this off.” Alex was already prepping the IV beside you,

“That doesn’t seem to be working for you so far, kiddo.” You knew she was right.

Kara had to turn the light on so that Alex could insert the IV into your arm, as soon as she did a throb of pain shot through you and you began crying. Kara was beside you in an instant, letting you bury your head in her side, grabbing you hand and squeezing it tight. Alex wiped your arm, and inserted the IV, you cried a bit, but as soon as the IV started working you started feeling the tiniest bit of relief.

“There you go kiddo, all done.” Alex kissed your head before securing the IV bag to the headboard.

Alex went over and turned the light out again, and you let out a sigh of relief. Then she scooted you over so she could lay on the other side of you.

Both your sisters pressed kisses to your forehead and you finally fell asleep, pain slowly easing too.

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propertyofwicked · 4 years

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Could you do an a-z for dating dean please? I loved tom’s! 😍

i really enjoy writing these :) ive got a george one requested so i will be doing that later. hope you enjoy this one anon :)

a - argue

like the mature adults you guys are, any argument results in silent treatment till one of you realises your fault and apologises. sometimes it takes other people to point out your mistakes, but in the end you would talk it out, make compromises and understand your differences. a little goes along way with you and dean.

b - body (his favourite body part of yours)

dean likes your hands. he likes how they move to cup his face when you kiss, he likes how your fingers move effortlessly across your keyboard when you’re typing, he likes how they wrap around things ;) he likes how they fit perfectly in his and he likes how they run over the surface of his back.

c - care (caring for each other when you’re sick)

you both spend a lot of time away from each other, as he is away filming a lot and you are at uni or doing coursework. when you do get to spend time together and it happens that someone is ill, you’re still going to spend as much time together as physically possible. you’ll spend the day in bed, wrapped up warm. If you’re ill, dean wants to treat you like a queen. under no circumstances are you to leave the bed, unless it’s for the toilet, and even then, he keeps an eye on you to make sure you don’t pass out on the way. he’ll cook you food and bring you painkillers as often as needed. when he’s ill, you’ll do mostly the same, perhaps try and move him to the sofa or go for a walk for some fresh air.

d - dates (what do you guys do?)

to the start of your relationship, dean preferred to take you on high key fancy restaurants, but once you were comfortable settled together you’d go on cafe dates in-between lectures or just stay home and watch movies with some takeaway food.

e - engagements (how he proposed)

dean had taken you to venice for your birthday, and spent the entire week spoiling you,as he usually would much to your protests. on the last night before you flew home, you went for dinner and on the way home, he took you to a cute little bridge, tucked away from the main town. whilst you were distracted by the stars appearing in the orange sky, he got down on one near and called out your name to gain your attention.

f - friends and family (do they like you/him?)

his parents loved you. his mum and you often cooked together whenever you visited for dinner, or you and his dad would talk about politics or the football. His little sister liked having a female around that was closer to her age, you were more of her friend than her sister-in-law. your parents liked dean, he was the most respectable boy you’d ever dated and they could see how happy he made you. out of each of your friendship groups, you both were the longest to be single, so your friends were just happy to see you not crying over some failed fling.

g - gifts

as dean was away for filming a lot, he often wanted to remind you of how much he loved you by getting flowers delivered to your house and when he was done filming, he’d sometimes brought back bits of set or props that he thought you would like. being a broke student meant that sometimes the only gift you could send would be some lovely photos specially for him ;)

h - how you met

often, your uni would use it’s rooms to host interviews for press tours, or q&a halls. the uni offered pay for a group of people to set up the rooms and pack up at the end so you volunteered. tt was here you ran into george and dean as it was a 1917 q&a. they were lost so you helped direct them to the room they needed to be in. dean actively stalked you down after the interview and asked if you’d want to go for coffee with him and you hit it off from there.

i - intimacy (how often are yall getting down)

whenever, wherever. he’s down. the amount of time you spend apart just builds up your need to be together, so you grasp at any chance you can to be physically intimate with one another. it’s when you’re bored of a tv program, or he’s wearing a suit, you get the gist.

j - jealousy

you get fairly jealous as dean works around and with a lot of people you believe to be better, prettier, that yourself. as much as dean reassures you, you can’t help yourself from wondering if he’d ever leave you for one of the actress he work with. dean doesn’t tend to be massively jealous, but the more time he spends away from you, the more jealous he gets. he fears that you will find someone who can be in your life more permanently and physically than he can.

k - kinks

dean likes edging/control. he loves to see you struggle to contain your release until he says so, and he loves to take you beyond the point of pleasure till you’re literally begging to cum.

l - long distance

with dean working away so much, long distance gets hard. Sometimes he manages to come home for the weekend, but he could be gone for 3 months at a time. every night, you facetime or call each other whilst just going about your daily routine together, as if he was there. just hearing each others voices daily was enough to keep you going till you saw each other again.

m - moving in

there was never really a point where you moved in with him. your stuff just started manifesting it’s way into his house, to the extent you’d spend ages searching your room for it only to realise you’d left it at dean’s. once you were going into your second year at university, you’d been with dean for almost a year and he just kind of suggested that you live with him to avoiding massive bills for uni halls, but everyone knew it was a ploy to be able to spend more time with you.

n - nights out

as a student, nights out were key to social engagements. so, your group of uni friends and their partners would head out to a local pub and spend the evening chatting drinking or playing darts. you’d both stumble home at the early hours and wake up several hours later with a pounding hangover.

o - open with each other

whilst he was away, it was hard to be fully open with each other, knowing that anything bothering you would just upset each other further as you couldn’t be with each other at the time. once he was home, however, it was easy to spend hours wrapped up together talking about anything that was on your mind.

p - pda

neither of you are particularly into massive displays due to the public eye being on you more often than not, but a simple hand hold or peck didn’t go amiss. dean preferred to save all of his affection for home, where he could properly show you how much you meant to him.

q - questions (what you talk about late at night?)

let’s be honest, you would go into any massively deep conversation it’d be more along the lines of “how was your day? what did you do? did I ever tell you about the time that...” but it was the small moment s like that that counted.

r - reproduction (do you want kids?)

not at this point in time, as it is the start of your careers and you’re both pretty young but you had discussed it a little. if it was to happen by surprise, you’d both embrace it but one day down the line you fully plan to have atleast a child if not more.

s - surprising (what surprised you about him)

the simplicity of his happiness. it doesn’t take much to make dean smile, or let out a little laugh but every time he did you feel a surge of happiness rush through yourself. to see him happy made you happy, so you’d strive to do that as much as humanly possible.

t - together (what you do together)

you guys like watching movies, which isnt surprising given the nature of deans job. you also like to spend quite a lot of time in the bedroom ;)

u - under the influence (drunk vibes)

it was rather common that you’d be out separately, you out with uni mates or him with co stars. drunk calls were the best, both of you becoming the funniest people alive whilst intoxicated. when he chose to stay home and you’d make you way back, fumbling to get the keys in the lock subsequently waking him up, he’d come to you and put you in bed. he’d make sure there was a glass of water and painkillers and a bowl near your head. you’d do the same, but drunk dean is flirty dean and whilst you were trying to change him into sleepable clothing, he’d make comments like “at least by me dinner first”

v - vacations

a lot of your holidays were spent on set with him, but sometimes you’d go abroad to malta or somewhere remote. you preferred quiet, adventure holidays than expensive beach holidays.

w - wedding

you had the cutest wedding ever. it was in this converted barn, with both your families and friends attending and the reception was basically a massive party in very fitting taste for you and dean.

x - xray (when he’s hurt)

dean injured himself on set of 1917, where he slipped down a trench and twisted his ankle fairly bad. because of it, he was sent home for two weeks to recuperate, where you literally tended to his every need. you brought him food, drink, medication and care to the point where he literally had to make you spend time on your other work rather than him for some time. normally it would just end in you falling asleep, cuddling on the sofa, in your living room.

y - you (a random headcanon)

you’d had a long and bad day at uni, so you came home stressed out of your mind, muscled tensed and a pounding headache. the moment you stepped foot into the flat, you bag dropped to the floor and shoes kicked to the side, you walked into the living room where dean looked up at you and sent you a small smile. he noticed the fatigue in your eyes and posture, moving to pat his lap for you to sit on. You found your way onto his lap, legs wrapping around his waist as he moved to lay down. you hands moved under his back to hold him properly and one of his arms snaked around your waist, the other moving to brush a hand through your hair. his head lifted up slightly to press a kiss onto the top of your head.

“bad day?”

“very. but it’s slightly better now.”

“you’re very welcome babygirl”

z - zzzzzzzzzzzz’s (sleeping routine)

dean would be in bed before you every night without fail as you’d be sat doing coursework till late. but he always stayed awake till you made your way into the room and held out his arms for you to climb into and rest your head on his chest. his hands would go straight to your hair and brush through them softly, lulling you into a deep sleep that he too would fall into soon after you.

#1917 #dean charles chapman #dean charles chapman x reader #dean charles chapman imagine #tom blake #tom blake x reader #tom blake imagine #george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #will schofield #will schofield x reader #will schofield imagine

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1heartsickfics · 4 years

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Julius health scare

Trigger warnings: depictions of vomiting and blood and also hospitals? ambulances? emergencies? idk if any of those are triggers but maybe so anyway yeah

Also I apologize in advance because this is like some hella whump.

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“Oh my god this can’t be happening!! You have to save him, you have to, please!”

Tayden cried, tears pouring down his cheeks as he jumped down out of the ambulance after the gurney that his boyfriend was being wheeled away on.

“Son you’re gonna have to stay out here in the waiting room, I’m sorry,” he was shoved back as the doctors rushed Julius down the hallway.

“No! I need to go with him, he’ll be so scared!” Tayden yelled, but the man was already jogging towards the gurney. The gurney with his boyfriend on it, curled up on his side, writhing and screaming in pain.

Tayden ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a sob. He couldn’t handle this, it was too much. It was all just too much.

They almost made it. Tayden’s mom had bought a plane ticket for both him and Julius to fly back to stay with her in San Diego for Friday afternoon. Just four more days and they would’ve made it home.

*1 hour earlier*

“You not feeling good again?” Tayden asked nervously, lurking in the doorway of the bathroom. Julius was camped out on the floor in front of the toilet. All he’d eaten for dinner was a piece of toast and some grapes but apparently that had still been too much for his stomach tonight.

“Not really,” Julius sighed, a hand resting on his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Tayden bit his lip, fidgeting with his hands anxiously. If Julius was in the bathroom that meant that he was nauseous which meant that he might... no don’t think about it.

“Go, I’m okay,” Julius sighed, giving him as much of a smile as he could muster. He really was so nauseous. It wasn’t usually this bad, but his stomach was killing him tonight.

“I don’t want to leave you here by yourself Juli, you’ve been taking care of me for weeks even though you’re the sick one,” Tayden sighed.

“Stop that. You’re sick too, just in a different way,” Julius said through clenched teeth as he breathed through a cramp. God this was awful.

“I’ll be alright,” Tayden said, forcing himself to take a step into the bathroom. Julius needed him. He slowly walked over and sat down beside him.

Julius rolled his eyes. This was a bad idea and they both knew it. He slid his hand under his shirt to rub at his stomach with a groan, ushering up a wet belch, which threatened to bring up something more.

“Oh god,” he gagged into his hand, “Tayden, GO,” he said as forcefully as he could manage. It wouldn’t do him any good if his boyfriend started having a panic attack and throwing up next to him.

“Fuck,” Tayden scrambled for the door. Julius was right, he couldn’t do this. “I’m sorry,” he said as he walked quickly down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

He paced back and forth for a few minutes, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. God he was so angry at himself. Julius needed him and he couldn’t even sit in there with him, let alone help him feel any better.

Come on Tayden, man up. Go in there and be a boyfriend.

After a few minutes of psyching himself up he did. He walked out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. But it was quiet. That was a good sign right, Julius had stopped... yeah. Anyway, maybe he was feeling better. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open.

“O-oh god,” he stammered, stumbling backwards. He tripped over his feet and landed on the floor, gaping at the scene he saw in the bathroom.

Julius was slumped on the floor, body limp. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his face was as white as the linoleum. But that wasn’t even the worst part. His mouth was ringed in red, blood spattered on the floor in front of him.

Tayden’s stomach lurched but he fought back the heave and the panic rising in him and practically crawled forwards into the bathroom, dropping to his knees nest to Julius. He grabbed his shoulder and shook, “Juli? Jules wake up, hey, Julius come on!”

He was shouting now, which apparently was enough to wake up one of his housemates, Ollie.

“Dude shut the- oh Jesus Christ what the hell happened?” Ollie appeared in the doorway.

Julius groaned, his eyes fluttering open, just in time for his body to lurch forwards. He coughed up another mouthful of vomit, tinged with blood, all over Tayden. It was all too much for him too, he turned to the side and puked up his own stomach contents, fortunately into the toilet.

“Alex, call 911!”

Tayden heard a lot of shouting and commotion, but he didn’t know what was happening. His eyes were closed and he couldn’t breathe. But he could still feel Julius in his arms, panting and crying.

“Ah, god it hurts!” Julius yelled, curling in on himself in Tayden’s lap. Tayden kept his eyes closed, but managed to find Julius’s hand with his own. Julius squeezed it so tight Tayden thought he might break, but he didn’t say anything.

Then Julius screamed. Literally screamed in pain. Tayden could feel himself crying, but everything felt weird, fuzzy.

“I love you, I’m here, I love you, I love you so much,” Tayden realized he had been saying it over and over, rocking back and forth with Julius in his lap as he squeezed his hand and screamed, writhed. It was a sound he wished he’d never had to hear come out of his love’s mouth.

*present time*

“Kiddo, are you okay?” a lady in scrubs asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“M-my boyfriend, they just t-took him aw-ay and, and-” Tayden broke off with a sob, his legs giving out beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, dropping his head into his hands.

“Woah, hey sweetie, are you hurt?” she asked, kneeling down next to him.

“N-no, no, I’m fine,” Tayden cried. He was trying to pull himself together, but he was so scared.

“Alright, lets get you into a chair and we’ll get things all sorted out okay? I’m sure your boyfriend is gonna be fine,” she said. After Tayden nodded, she grabbed his arm, helping him shakily up off of the floor and into a chair. “Now can you tell me your name?” she asked.

“Tayden,”

“Hi Tayden, I’m Maria. And what’s your boyfriend’s name?” she asked.

“Julius Kovak,” Tayden answered, wiping his sleeve across his face and sniffling.

“Alright, let’s see here,” she scrolled on her phone for a moment, “Okay here he is, they’ve already got him put into the system, which is a good sign,” she told him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Tayden asked. “He passed out and he was t-throwing up blood a-and screaming,” he stammered. He hadn’t said those two words out loud for as long as he could remember. He’d been too afraid to think about it let alone say it.

“Well, we don’t know yet, but they’ve got him stabilized, so no more blood or screaming. And he’s getting a CT right now so they should know soon, but it sounds to me like something’s wrong inside that they’ve just got to find before they can fix,” Maria said.

“Right. Right okay. You think he’ll be okay?” Tayden asked. His heart was still beating so fast it made him dizzy.

“I think that he has the best doctors working on him and that they’re gonna figure out what’s going on,” she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Okay,” he breathed out, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths.

“Oh! And it looks like they found an ulcer in his stomach,” she said suddenly.

“An ulcer? Oh god, okay,” Tayden’s heart rate sky rocketed right back up.

“I can take you back to see him now so the doctors will talk to you but he’ll be okay dear,” she said, standing up.

He followed her into a room, rushing over to the bed, where Julius was laying. He was still sheet white, but he looked okay now, calm, peaceful. No blood, no sick, no screaming.

“Is he gonna be okay?” he asked the doctor who was standing next to the bed, hooking up a bag to Julius’s IV.

“Yes, he’ll be okay. And you are?” the doctor asked.

“Tayden Mills. I-I’m his emergency contact. We’re not married but his family is, they’re not, it’s just me, I’m all he has,” Tayden stammered.

“Okay, alright, you’re right. We saw your name on his medical records. It’s okay, just breathe son,” the doctor said.

“Okay,” Tayden said quietly.

“So, first of all, I’m Dr. Johnson, I’m the GI specialist here. I believe Maria told you that we found a stomach ulcer on his CT scan?” Dr. Johnson explained.

“Yeah,” Tayden nodded.

“That was the cause for the pain and the bleeding, but someone his age with no prior medical history should not be getting stomach ulcers. We did another test that indicates ulcerative colitis but we can’t be sure yet. Has he been having other issues?” Dr. Johnson pulled out a notepad and sat down in a chair on one side of the room.

“Yeah, he’s been feeling sick, getting n-nauseous all the time, and he gets these sores in his mouth and he faints sometimes. Or just gets really dizzy. He’s lost a lot of weight,” Tayden rambled.

“Those are all symptoms consistent with ulcerative colitis,” the doctor mused.

“Oh god, stomach ulcer and ulcerative colitis,” Tayden sighed.

“Well, most likely the colitis caused the stomach ulcer because it went untreated for too long. But it should go away with some antibiotics and some rest. But ulcerative colitis is chronic unfortunately, it can’t be cured. We can talk about that later, after he’s had a chance to do some healing. We’ll go ahead and put him on a steroid though to keep it under control,” Dr. Johnson told him.

“Okay,” Tayden sighed, “Thank you.” He looked down at Julius, so small and broken in that hospital bed and realized that he was in way over his head. He really needed to call his mom. That could wait a little while though. So once the doctor had left, he crawled into the tiny bed and curled up to Julius, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting himself fall down off his adrenaline high and go to sleep too.

#sick julius #caretaker tayden #tayden and julius #ulcerative colitis #tw vomit #tw blood #hospital #emergency room #ambulance #whump #stomach ulcer #chronic illnes #my ocs #oc story

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 44 full draft

Sitting in the pilots chair Keith was finishing up as he wrapped Lance’s welted wrist to prevent his husband from scratching at it further. His nails had turned the site into a bloody mess as they’d walked, Lance claiming he didn’t notice how badly he’d hurt himself until Keith was cleaning the wound up. Rather than opening their own medical supplies, Keith was his using the supplies on the pod in an attempt to do everything by the book. If the princess lodged some kind of official complaint over their behaviour, Keith would be able to show her the footage of him bandaging Lance’s wrist, and administering the on board antihistamine shot into his husband’s thigh with the injector gun. Kissing the bandage before securing it with a claw clip, Lance rolled his eyes at the action as Keith tried to be romantic about it. Keith didn’t need to look up to his husband’s face to know he had. He knew Lance well enough to know that was how he’d react. Ensuring the bandage was in place, the half Galra rolled Lance’s sleeve back down “All done” “Thank you. I don’t think I needed a bandage though” “You scratched your wrist up. It could have got infected if you’d left it”’ “I’m fine. You’re worrying too much” “You literally said you hated being itchy. Has the shot kicked in?” “No. If anything I’m itchier...” “I don’t know how long it takes for these kind of things to kick in” “Neither do I. I guess all that’s left is to head...” Lance didn’t get to finish his sentence as their surroundings shook with an ear splitting boom. Rushing from the pod, Keith grabbed his blade from his boot. Ahead of him was a rising plume of smoke, the sky reddening alarmingly before there was another great boom and the ground shook again. Turning back, he found Lance’s on the ground near the pod, both hands on his stomach, torn between the cause of the explosions and his husband, he shook his head slightly before hurrying back to his husband where he threw himself down beside him “Babe? Hey, babe?” Lance was wheezing, as if he couldn’t breathe. His fingers digging in to his stomach as he let out a gasp “Lance?!” “Something... something wrong. I can’t... I... ugh... it hurts!” “Babe?” “Uh... Keith.. it hurts... the twins... something’s wrong... I fell... it hurts... it hurts...” “Babe, in a scale of one to five how does it feel?” “Hurts... hurts so bad... I need... my meds... somethings wrong...” Keith glanced back over his shoulder, the pod wasn’t that far away, but it’s unique signature could probably be detected from a distance “... something’s... I think I’m bleeding” Doubling over, Lance hissed in pain. In the distance another boom came, accompanied by screams from the people in the temple. They were too exposed like this. Lifting Lance, Keith carried him to the temple wall. Sitting him down as carefully as he could, then taking his husbands face in his hands. Lance was panting like a fish out of water, his grip on his stomach so hard that his fingers were partly white with the effort. Fuck. Fuck. He needed to get Lance’s medication... finding his husband staring past him, Keith shook his shoulders gently “Lance?” “K... Keith... what’s that?” As the sky turned red around them, Keith reacted without thinking. Throwing himself over Lance, rubble flew over the top of them as more people screamed. Counting to ten ticks mentally Keith leaned back to assess his husband. Dust and dirty caused him to cough, his eyes watering as the irritants wafted through the air. Lance was shaking hard, his eyes scrunched up. Keith couldn’t hear much of anything other than the ringing in his ears and screaming. The wall behind Lance was mostly in tact, the openings other side of it were no longer chiselled for perfection, rubble strewn from the temple to the pod. “Keith! Lance!” Supporting Krolia, Curtis had his arm looped around his mother’s waist as he lead her over to them. A deep cut somewhere in his hair line as blood ran down his face. Leaning Krolia up against the remaining wall, his mother was rubbing her stomach as she forced down deep breaths. Fuck. That was right. He had two pregnant people he had to protect. He wanted to stand and rush to his mother’s aid, but Lance was now openly crying as he gripped his stomach... and where the quiznak was Shiro? He couldn’t see his brother. Other people were stumbling out the cloud of debris “What happened!?” “Lance fell!” His ears gave a weird pop as he yelled, Keith suddenly free to hear himself yelling “Curtis, you help Lance up. Get mum and him into the pod. I need to go find Shiro” Trying to release his hold on his husband, Lance grabbed his arms “Don’t go!” “Babe, I have to get your medication and I have to find Shiro” “Don’t leave me! Please, don’t leave me!” “I’ll be right back. Curtis, I need you to get him to safety” On his hands and knees, Lance reached for him as Curtis moved to intercept him, Keith’s arms torn through his jacket by his husband’s grip as he freed himself “No! Keith! Don’t leave me! Keith!” Screaming for him, Keith wanted to give in. But he didn’t know if Curtis was injured further than the blow to head... that’s why he’d changed his orders. If Curtis got Lance to the pod then he could get him his medication to stop whatever was happening due to the fall. He was faster and more mobile than his future brother-in-law. He needed to find Shiro. He needed to make sure his brother wasn’t harmed. He couldn’t lose him on this piece of shit planet... but Lance... His instincts were roaring at him to get his pregnant husband to safety. As the sky started to burn red, everything moved in a blur. Krolia grabbing Curtis by the arm and pulling him around the corner of the wall as Keith threw himself at Lance again. The wall and the side of the temple they were on dissolving into blackness as he was thrown off his feet by the blast. Pain tearing through his body so intensely he felt as if he was being doused in flame. Lasting a handful of ticks he unconscious as he smacked the ground hard, towards the twisted burning pile of metal where the pod had exploded within half a tick of the last blast. Lance thrown with him, both unconscious under the wall fragments. * “Keith!” Lance didn’t know how long he was out for, some enormous weight was laying across his body. His stomach had hurt so badly, feeling as if he’d chugged two litres of spoiled milk, each wave of cramping agony. His arm was stretched out, reaching for his husband. The hand that clasped his wasn’t Keith’s, Shiro’s robotic hand curling around his “Lance? Lance, can you hear me?” Groaning groggily, Lance’s eyes felt glued together with the grot of the dust and debris, never mind his throat “Don’t rush it. You’re ok. We’re back on Daibazaal. Kosmo’s on your legs...” Groaning, Lance lost the strength to hold his arm up, Shiro bending closer as he lowered Lance’s arm. Trying to open his eyes, his eye lashes stuck, another groan coming from his lips “Lance?” “Mmm... m’ eyes...” “Your face is a bit of a mess. Keep them closer for a tick” Dampening a tissue, Shiro wiped his gritty eyes clean, Lance grateful for the careful touch. As he’d work, he’d been dying to ask about Keith and his twins... he remembered explosions, and the pain, but had no idea how they ended up on Daibazaal “That’s better. You’re probably thirsty too. You’ve been out for the last two quintant. You spent a night in the pod... You came out sooner than we expected...” Lance coughed, wishing he could reply properly and not be half choked by the lump in his throat “Right. You’re probably thirsty. Hold on” Pouring him a glass of water, Shiro stabbed him in the nose with the straw, apologising as he finally got the straw into his mouth instead of up his nose. Knowing the drill, Lance took a couple of small sips before forcing himself not to gulp down the rest. There was a small clink as the older man placed the glass back down. Shiro looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept since the party “Shiro... sit...” “It’s ok, Lance. I’m fine standing. You have no idea how good it is to see you awake” “Ngh... just sit. You’re too tall” Reluctantly Shiro sat on the very edge of the infirmary bed, Lance’s hand slapping his thigh as he tried to find Shiro’s hand again. Thankfully Shiro took his hand before he blindly smacked his brother-in-law in the crotch “You need to stay still. You’re going to pull your IV line out if you keep moving” “You haven’t slept... I can tell...” And the only reason Lance was functional at all was because he was high as fuck. He could tell by the lack of pain, and the way his eyes kept shooting open every time they started to slide closed “I’m fine, Lance” “No... you’re not. ‘ can tell... where’s Curtis?” “He’s here. Concussion and minor injuries from rubble. Keith is still in the pod. Kolivan’s somewhere around here too. Krolia went into labour” “Is she ok?” “For the most part. They’re waiting until after she’s given birth to put her in a pod...” “Keith’s gonna be a big brother...” “Yeah. You should rest” “I’m ok... can’t feel anything bad” “That’s because you’re on medication. You’re still under observation. You had a serious bleed. The pod’s stopped it for now, but you need to remain calm and in bed” “Don’t want drugs, Shiro... please...” “Sorry. I know you don’t. I know, but it’s for the good of your twins” Lance appreciated Shiro was trying to answer him, but it was all going through one ear and being caught in his foggy mind without processing “Where’s Keith...?” “He’s in a pod, Lance. You were too” Shiro sounded tired. His back and side look tired... Shiro wasn’t facing him properly, probably because he was so tired “You need rest, Shiro. You don’t look good” “I will soon” “You’re no good if you’re sleepy” “You’re the one who should be resting” “Curtis will worry if you don’t... where is he?” “In the bed next to yours. He hasn’t woken up yet” “You should go sleep next to him” “I’m going to stay awake until he wakes up” “No... you should sleep... you need sleep... where’s Keith? “He’s in a pod. You need to get to some sleep” Shiro sounded so tired. Lance wasn’t that sleepy. He kept forcing his eyes open for some reason... and something warm was across his waist. Standing up, Shiro moved his arm, then patted the bed, Kosmo crawling up to huff at him as he dropped his head on Lance’s shoulder. Wrapping his arm around his fur son for him “Get some rest, Lance” Shiro didn’t look back at him as he walked away. Lance letting his head loll sideways so he could see Kosmo. Whining softly, his fur son pushed his nose up to his cheek. He’d missed his dopey boy... if Kosmo was with him, maybe Keith would be there soon? He hoped so... he couldn’t feel anything and he wasn’t sure what to think... He wanted Keith... but he wasn’t able to move to find his husband. He’d have to wait until Keith found him. * Wheeled by Shiro, Lance was confined to a wheelchair if he wanted to go anywhere. Keith was still in the pod, it’d already been one seriously long quintant since he’d woken up. Shiro was dozing in the chair beside his bed, waking when Kosmo yipped happily over Lance coming too. Krolia had asked Shiro to bring Lance to see her when he woke again, that was the only reason he was allowed this slice of freedom. Hitting the hand reader, the door slide open softly. Lance wrinkling his nose at the smell of sterility and disinfectant. Unaware of all the small lies told out of love, the Cuban thought he was going to see Krolia sitting up nursing her new child, instead he got Kolivan holding his child looking out of his depth... in front of Krolia, Curtis and Keith. All suspended in pods behind him. Feeling their sons moving, Lance bit his lip as he looked to his husband behind the glass. He hated pods with a passion. He hated them so fucking badly and now Keith was trapped behind one. His family were all trapped in pods. “Lance. Shiro...” Yep. Kolivan was way out of his depth. He looked as if he’d aged 10 years and not in a good way. Lance might be ready to break down crying at the sight behind him, but he was trying his god damn hardest not to “Hey, Kolivan. Congratulations... and who’s this?” Kolivan cast a glance to Krolia, before looking back down to his child. There was fondness in his face as he adjusted the blanket around the baby “K-... Yora, her name is Yora” Kolivan stumbled, Lance catching that there was something there. Yora... so close to “Yorak”... Yorak. The near name of the son of Krolia and her former lover. For that reason, Lance guessed her official name was still being decided “Hey, Shiro can you give Kolivan and I a moment?” “Lance?” Shiro had been “protective” of him, his every move watched by the man. Reaching up, he patted Shiro’s hand “I’ll stay in the wheelchair, you don’t need to worry... I have a feeling Krolia left a message for me, and Kolivan’s the one to pass it on. 5 doboshes max...” “Kolivan?” “I assure you no harm will come to him” “Maybe...” Shiro didn’t want to let him out of his sight. Lance knew there was more happening than what Shiro had told him. All his questions were met with the request to rest. But there were only so many vargas he could sleep, so many times Kosmo could nuzzle into him before giving him that sad whine because Keith wasn’t there. It wasn’t like his sleep was restful. His dreams were of Keith, so he didn’t want to sleep. He couldn’t get the scene of him screaming for his husband not to leave him from his mind. Of course, if something had happened to Shiro he never would have been able to forgive himself, but now it was obvious that Shiro was physically fine, he was angry that Keith had wanted to leave him... Emotionally... emotionally Lance was sure Shiro was on the same damn ship of depression he was. Feeling just as useless as they were forced to wait for the pods to evict the ones they loved the most “5 doboshes. No more than that, you’re not supposed to be out of bed for long... and I promised the medical team I’d monitor you” “Kolivan’s like my father-in-law already. Go take shower and get something to eat. I promise I won’t leave this room until you return” “I don’t want to be away from you...” “Kolivan is capable of hitting the call button if I need help. Go clean up. You’re not much of a silver fox with that greasy hair. I’m pretty sure you’ve still got bits of rubble in there” “Not as much as you do... I’m fine, Lance. Maybe we should...” Lance shook his head. He wasn’t having it. Shiro wasn’t fine. He wasn’t fine and he was a whole ocean away from being so. Even if he wasn’t fine, he might as well be clean and depressed instead “I’m not allowed to shower properly. You are. Now shoo. I’ve got a baby to meet” He wasn’t supposed to stand. Again, Shiro dodged his questions... he was getting pretty fed up with it all “If I find out...” “Not getting out of the chair. Pinky promise. Good hand and all” Shiro sighed, Lance not expecting him to kiss the top of his head as he moved his hands off the handles off the wheel chair “You’ll call...” “Kolivan will call. Now go clean up. Curtis will worry about you if you don’t at least pretend to look presentable” He knew he was being cruel using Curtis’s name, but it finally spurred Shiro into moving. He knew he’d hurt Shiro, but he also knew Shiro needed to take a little time to cry out what he was feeling, once he had, he’d be back. The Cuban didn’t need to turn back to know Shiro paused at the door before leaving him and Kolivan alone. Freed from his “babysitter” Lance wheeled himself carefully over to the chair that had been placed in the room. To him it looked as if it’d been added for Kolivan, or by Kolivan, as it a blanket lay folded neatly on cushion. Being as bad as the rest of them, Lance was confident that Kolivan hadn’t slept since they’d returned “I won’t tell Shiro if you don’t” Climbing out the chair, he nearly snagged his IV cannula on the way. He’d been freed from the drugs pumped into him for this unplanned trip, so was determined not to be hooked back up any time soon “Lance...” “It’s fine, Kolivan. I got the feeling you need someone to talk to, and honestly, I could use some honesty too. Here, you look a little out of you depth with Yora” Kolivan raised an eyebrow, Lance patting the space beside him as an invitation to sit “Krolia said you’d notice that immediately” “Mumma K knows us both way too well. I’ve got nieces and nephews and someone in the family was always having a baby, or a friend of a friend was. Kids were always in and out of the house. Plus, I’ve kind of got two on the way...” Finally sitting beside him, and not before Lance had started to feel stupid for patting he cushion for so long, Kolivan pulled the tip of the blanket back to reveal Yora. The little baby girl was every bit as beautiful as her mother, luckily for her “Oh, wow... She’s gorgeous” She had the same facial structure as her mum, with her marks. Her wispy hair was white, like her father’s. Tiny hands balled into tiny fists as she scrunched up her eyes, then let out a loud wail. Kolivan seemed startled by the noise. The poor man head over heels in love with his tiny daughter, with no idea how to care for her properly. As far as Lance knew, Yora was his first “I’m sorry... She’s been unsettled since Krolia went into the pod” “And she said I’d be able to help you out? Pass her to me” Passing her over, Kolivan’s size difference was almost comical. Yora seemed to be about the side of his head, all swaddled up carefully in her blue blanket. Supporting her, Lance smiled at the screaming cutie. He could feel his breasts starting to leak again at her crying. He couldn’t help but coo over her, wishing Keith was here to see this “I know. I know, it’s so hard when you’re so cute. Yes. Yes... I know, darling girl. Now, has daddy fed you? Or is he waiting for mummy?... oh wait... Are you a smelly little girl? Saved it all for your big brother-in-law? Kolivan, have you got nappies and wipes for her?” Yep. It was definitely a nappy change. As adorable as she was, she didn’t smell terribly adorable as cried harder “Uh...” Poor Kolivan was definitely new to this “Kolivan, she needs a nappy change. Did Krolia show you how?” “I... she did...” “Ok, don’t tell Shiro about this. You go get her things while I lay little miss down. I’ve changed more nappies then I can count” “You shouldn’t be exerting yourself” “I’m not. Krolia knows I’ve been around babies. She knows you probably need a bit of a helping hand. Plus, this little one makes a nice distraction from Keith being a pod. Don’t you, sweet girl? You look like your mummy, but you’ve got your daddy’s hair” Kolivan cleared his throat. Right. He was probably feeling instinctually insecure over having someone else handling his daughter and telling him how to take care of her “Don’t worry, I’m talking to her, not you. I’ll talk you through it if that’s better... She’s your little girl, you want to do everything for her. I get it. She’s such a little cutie. Maybe you can impress Krolia with your new skills?” Lance wished he had photo of Kolivan holding the nappies and wipes. He looked incredibly uncomfortable as he knelt in front of the chair, baby Yora laying on the blanket Lance had moved to cover the cushion with while Kolivan was fetching the supplies. Talking him through how to change a nappy, Lance felt he might as well have been talking Kolivan through how to diffuse a bomb with the level of concentration across his face. Yora wasn’t impressed by it all, while Lance couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautiful little face. Her lilacy-purple skin was something else. She looked so soft and warm, and a little on the chubby side. Kolivan had never had to deal with the black tarry poop of a newborn, the sight cheering him up far more than Shiro had managed to. Getting her changed, Lance talked Kolivan through how to swaddle her back up so she felt safe and warm, grateful to be allowed a second hold while Kolivan cleaned up the mess he’d made. As her cries petered down, her brilliant purple eyes blinked up at him. Lance finally breaking down into tears as he moved his finger so her hand could grip on “You’re very skilled with infants” “She’s a pup. Krolia taught me that much. But yeah, my big brother Luis and his wife Lisa have two girls and a boy. And my family is kind of massive so I used to baby sit a fair bit. She really is gorgeous, but I have to say, I’m not a fan of the name” There was few moments of silence, Lance wondering if he’d pushed too far. He knew Kolivan was also unsure of the name. Sitting back beside him, Kolivan leaned over, almost looming over his baby girl “What’s wrong with her name?” “It makes you uncomfortable. I know you adore Krolia, and I know you respect her, but I also know that Krolia wanted to call Keith “Yorak”. I kind of feel like it’d be like me calling one of my children “Allura”. I know Keith would be ok with it, but I’d also always wonder if he really was... Does that make sense? I don’t want to sound rude, but I also noticed it before. You hesitated. She’s beautiful, and “Yora” is a pretty name, but I kind of feel it’s not the name you want to give her. Like a name of your own... You can tell me to be quiet if you think I’m being rude, and stuff...” Kolivan let out a soft sigh “Krolia and I have discussed this” “I know you have. Mumma K and I had a talk to... Especially because... well, you know about that favour I asked for. What would you have named her?” “I don’t really know. She’s so much smaller than I expected... I’ve never...” A flustered Kolivan was kind of sweet and cute in its own way, not that he’d ever say that out loud. It was Krolia’s job to fawn over him “What about... Kora? Instead of Yora? It’s close to Yora, but it’s more like... your own? ‘cause it’s like Kolivan, so that’s the “Ko” and “Ra” from Krolia... ok, so it’s not the same, but she’s half of you and half of Mumma K. Keith says I talk to much when I’m tired, so if I’m talking too much then just tell me” Even in “New Dad Mode” Kolivan was slightly scary. Lance felt he had to keep talking because Kolivan wouldn’t fill out the gaps in the conversation or initiate it if he didn’t. An awkward silence was likely to kill him right off if Shiro’s worrying was to be believed “Kor-ra... Korra... I shall think about it” “It’s probably stupid listening to me though. Keith and I are terrible at talking, but you and Krolia talk. She loves you... and you’re supposed to be able to tell the one you love these things. I promise she won’t be mad” Yeah. He’d definitely overstepped by bringing up the Kolivan wasn’t sure over his daughter’s name. Lance was sure he’d shoot anyone who insulted either of his sons’ names... but someone had to tell Kolivan to talk to Krolia and that it was okay to, that he had rights and that was perfectly okay “You’re handling this rather well” “Which bit?” “All of it” Lance snorted, he wasn’t handling things, not at all “That’s because no one wants to be honest with me. Every time I ask Shiro what happened, he tells me to rest. I remember the explosions. I remember needing help, but then it all goes black... I know something’s wrong, if it was only a bleed then the pod should have helped... They won’t let me out of bed. They keep pumping drugs I don’t even know into my system. I can’t even look at the pod’s. Keith’s right there, behind the glass and I have no idea when he’s going to wake up. I can’t... I can’t do anything without him. I can’t... I can’t raise our sons without him... How can I make plans for what comes next when I don’t know how long it’s going to be, or if he’s going to be ok. Or what even happened to him when does. I remember Curtis being ok... but he’s in there too and now... Korra helps... How was Krolia? Was she hurt?” “Not having all the information always causes issues when strategising ones next move” Letting out a sniffled laugh, Lance wasn’t able to picture a more “Kolivan” answer to his feelings if he tried. Kolivan wasn’t good at this whole “feelings” thing “Yeah... yeah, it’s like that... Keith says I’m bad at sitting still. He was right... he is right” “Is”, not “was”. Keith wasn’t dead. Keith was right there... Trapped. Keith couldn’t talk to him. He couldn’t reassure him. He couldn’t demand answers from Shiro over what happened. He couldn’t feel their twins moving. He... He hadn’t even met his baby sister. Wrapping his arm around him, Kolivan’s “hug” lasted a few ticks before they both mentally agreed that it was awkward and the Galra removed his arm from Lance’s shoulder. His skin crawled from the contact, as his stomach rolled. Patting Korra gently on her bottom, he lost his battle to his tears. Keith was supposed to be there to be the third person to meet the little girl. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t quiznakking fair. Why didn’t he get to know what was going on? “Please don’t cry...” “I’m sorry, Kolivan. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on and I hate it” “There was an attack on the planet you were visiting” “I know that. But Keith and Curtis were both ok. Keith was going to find Shiro... I don’t understand why this had to happen” “Keith shielded you from an explosion. You had a fall and started bleeding, then you were thrown in the explosion. You lost quite a large amount of blood, Veronica making the call to prioritise your life over your pregnancy until you could be placed in a pod. Keith was thrown in the same explosion, suffering broken ribs and cracked skull as well as numerous small cuts and abrasions. He had not regained consciousness before being placed in the pod. Curtis suffered a broken femur, protecting Krolia, as well as debris abrasions and concussion. Sudden trauma induced Krolia’s labour, she was monitored through the birth, then placed into a pod after birth. She has been there for 6 vargas now, and is expected to be released tonight. She asked that you be told and brought to meet our daughter. The Shiro’s arm was damaged slightly, but was attended to by Hunk on the scene. Hunk and the previous members of Keith’s team were unharmed, evacuation procedures activated with the first blast” “And the twins?” “I do not know. Your bleed was profuse. When you were released from the pod so early the assumption would be that your life, and those of you children, are not in immediate risk. I do not have the results of any scans conducted. Shiro is most concerned. He was hesitant to allow you to come here” “Don’t take it personally... He... knows a fair bit about my issues... Thank you for telling me... What happened to the inhabitants of the planet?” “The Coalition will be offering them no aid. They ordered the attack to solidify the idea that they were in desperate need of military strength. Our alliance with them had become null” Lance blinked a handful of times as the words sank in. They’d angered the princess so much she’d done something incredibly stupid and reckless. She could have lost her own life in the process, not to mention the lives of her people... and the lives of their friends and team mates. It was her fucking fault that his family had been hurt. He shoot have shot her and Krystaal when he’d had the damn chance “Will they be punished?” “No. They caused this issue and they must be the ones to sort it out in their own terms. They weren’t alone in planning this attack. Rather, they were approached during the tour and offered a large sum of resources for their cooperation in a similar plan. Having already set their initial plan in motion, the request was accepted. The ruling family admitted the circumstances with some gentle persuasion from the Coalition leaders. Harming three former Paladin’s and risking a forth has not failed well for their interplanetary relations” “So there was a leak in the group. Do you know who it was?” “We have two suspects in custody. One claims they did not mean for it to go this far. The second refuses to talk” Lance knew he was going to sound paranoid and possibly like a jealous husband scorned, but he had to know “Was it Krystaal? He left the party for an extended period of time... after pulling some bullshit with Keith” “He will not speak” Confirmation. Lance’s shoulders slumped as he closed his eyes. He’d known Krystaal was a piece of shit, but to go that far... Why the quiznak couldn't he have been blown up? “Shiro knows about him being detained, doesn’t he?” “He does” That meant everyone other than Keith and Curtis knew. Keith was going to be crushed all over again, in a completely different way “He hasn’t said anything at all?” “No. He’s kept his silence. His quarters have been thoroughly searched. Nothing incriminating was found in the room. On his person we found various recordings taken through the tour. There is also another issue. Your confession has been sent to a variety of media outlets. It confirms you killed Klearo. Some facts have been released regarding his dealings with child trafficking and extortion. Generally it has been accepted that he deserved his death, at least through the Galra empire it has. Some are calling it a lie to cover the murder. Some are also questioning why he was not brought before a jury for a public trial. A video of Krystaal and Keith sharing a kiss was also submitted, as were photos of Shiro comforting Keith. There has been backlash against what went to print. Yours and Keith’s popularity took a slight dip in some sectors, yet for the most part, you are both still seen in a favourable light” Now he was starting to shake. Korra didn’t appreciate his mood change, Lance passing her over to her father as she started to cry. Clenching his fists, he pushed them against his eyes “I’m going to shoot him. I’m going to shoot him in the goddamn dick. He’s ruined Keith’s life enough. Keith’s as thick as a bag of bricks when it comes to realising someone has taken an interest in him. We all saw the way they were. The way Krystaal was... He fucked Keith right over. He thought they were friends. He probably even thought they were more than that. Fuck. Shit. I need to stop swearing in front of the baby... Quiznak...” Realising how upset he was growing, Lance forced down a slow deep breath, following with a second then third. He couldn’t shoot Krystaal if he threw a seizure right now “Perhaps it is time I called Shiro to collect you...?” “I want to stay” “Lance...” “It’s a... When one of us was in a pod, we always tried our hardest to have someone waiting for them to wake up... I want to wait for Keith. He’d wait for me...” “Keith would wish you to rest” “I want to stay. He... he thought I would dump him because Krystaal kissed him. He was in tears, scared I’d abandon him. Not being here feels like I am” “I shall remain. As shall Korra and Krolia once she is released. To Keith you are his most important person” That was because they were a couple of idiots completely and totally in love with each other... but then Keith had chosen Shiro over him... Lance didn’t want that to be their last memory “He’s mine too... Don’t ever forget to tell the ones you love that you love them everyday. If he... the last time... I was screaming at him not to leave me to go find Shiro... It hurt so bad and he still left me... he wouldn’t even stay when I was losing the twins... some important person I am” “I’m going to call Shiro. You are visibly growing more distressed. It is best you do not think of such things as a measure of his love for you” Lance took that to be Kolivan’s polite way of telling him to shut up. Kolivan was the leader of the whole damn empire. He didn’t need Lance’s snivelling whining. If he’d been the Galra man, he probably would have kick himself out too. No wonder Shiro didn’t want him to be here alone. Everywhere he went, he always had to take it too far and ruin everything for the people around him.

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Starved - Chapter 25

Chapter 25 – Infinity means Forever

Here it is folks. The end of it all. Thank you to those of you you stuck with this story when it got...hard. I love you guys, your words mean so much to me.

I hope you find the ending satisfactory....

It was Rufus who got to him first. He had backed out of the shop slowly and came around through the side door. From his angle behind the table, his only option to disarm Sam was to kick the knife out of his hand.

Fortunately, the cut in Sam’s neck from the impact was very shallow. There was only a small trickle of blood.

Dean, being inches away in front of him, grabbed Sam’s wrists in the moment he was startled and pulled Sam out from under the table.

“No! No, Dean, nonononono….I wanted it over!” He collapsed to the ground and Dean caught him in his arms. “He’s never gonna leave me. Ever. Ever. I just can’t!” Sam continued to sob. Bobby picked up the discarded knife and tossed it onto a nearby workbench. He joined Dean and crouched next to Sam, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Rufus took a moment to catch his breath after what he just did – thought he killed Bobby’s kid. Thought he’d fucking killed Sam. He watched the others with wet eyes. Sam was important to him, too, and it took a while to disengage from the panic he felt at the near death situation Sam had faced.

“Here, let me.” Bobby saw Dean struggling to hold Sam and stay calm. He scooped up Sam and held him close.

Sam just continued to cry, muttering “You shouldn’t have stopped me. I can’t. I hear him every day and almost every single night Dean. You have no idea. None. You don’t even know half of what he did to me! I never even told you about – “ but here Sam let out a sob unlike Dean had ever heard before. It sounded like a part of Sam was literally breaking apart from his soul.

Dean’s heart shattered. His knees went weak. He was glad Bobby was holding Sam right then.

Dean walked beside Bobby holding Sam’s hand as he walked back into the house, Rufus following closely behind.

***

They had to get him sedated because wasn’t calming down. Sam still fought it. Desperate to stay awake, begging Dean to not let him fall asleep. But eventually, he succumbed and sleep took him. The night was fitful, and Dean of course stayed by him. But he had nightmares nonetheless.

“I told you Dean, I told you!” Sam said when he woke up in a cold sweat, screaming. ”Why are you letting me suffer like this? I fucking told you…I fucking….” But Sam’s voice trailed off until he was sobbing softly. Dean didn’t know how to respond, so he just said, “I’m so sorry, Sam. I love you. So much.” He tried to take Sam’s hand but Sam refused to let Dean take it. He rolled over and turned away from Dean. Dean still stayed though, rubbing Sam’s back.

“I love you Sammy. I do. Please know…I’m trying to save you,” he whispered.

Sam did not respond.

After that first night, Sam refused to eat. He refused anything but water and one cup of vegetable broth Bobby brought him.

Since Sam refused to eat, the doctor returned and hooked Sam up to both nutrients and sedative fluids to nourish and relax him. Sam allowed the IV, but still refused food. He stopped talking on the third day. His eyes sunken and dark from the lack of sleep. He stared at the wall.

Bobby called the doctor to come back. Sam was suffering. There had to be something else they could do.

“Just keep him comfortable for now. Help him through the nightmares. Remind him you are here.”

“And then what?” asked Bobby solemnly, his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor.

Rufus was leaning against the doorframe looking at his fingernails. He pushed off the wall with his foot and walked closer to Sam. “There’s nothing else?”

“Not yet. Sam needs to just…get through this. Then we can help him cope. Because I think he’s right. Dean, your dad traumatized him so much, I’m afraid he will always have these nightmares.”

Sam, laying on the couch beside them, his eyes glassy, smiled feebly and let out a short laugh.

“Told you.”

Dean had finished a glass of whiskey earlier and was holding the empty glass when Sam said it.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself another glass. Triple shot. One swallow, down the hatch, he thought as he drank the entire contents of the glass in one go. Bobby saw, but said nothing.

The doctor left them with plenty of medication and IV replacement bags. He’d come back and check in from time to time.

The room was silent.

Dean poured another glass and sat down next to his brother with tears in his eyes. Dean rested his hand on Sam’s. Sam didn’t take it, but he didn’t pull away either.

***

Sam’s nightmares got worse. He stayed on nutrient IVs for nearly a week before Braven came back to the house to help come up with a solution.

The scene around him made Dean shiver – Sam laying on the couch next to him, refusing to eat or sleep. Just keeping his back to everyone and staring at the wall. There were books opened up and spread all over tables and chairs…way too reminiscent of the past. He closed his eyes to block out the sight.

“Ok guys I think I found something. I mean…it’s so simple, it just might…I mean, they are dreams, so…”

“Just spit it out already, man!” Rufus said, annoyed. His feet were up on the table and he had a lit cigar in his mouth. He had two books on his lap and one on the table as well as one in his hand.

Braven continued. “It’s a spell, but –“

“No way in hell!” Dean opened his eyes and stood up from where he’d been sitting on the couch, slamming his glass down. Nearly full, the sudden movement caused a large amount of whiskey to splash out of the top onto the table.

“Dean, we are out of options. It’s been a week. Sam’s exhausted. His nightmares aren’t going away. He’s just lying there, suffering. Let’s at least listen. Braven, what did you find out?” Bobby was at another table in the corner, also piled high with books.

Braven smiled. “I thought you might not want to hear this, Dean. But trust me. This is simple. Easy. And it’s not a spell for Sam. Well, it’s for him, but it’s not on him, ok?”

Dean picked up his glass again and drank it in two swallows. He waved his hand at Braven, gesturing for him to continue. He sat back down and twirled the empty glass in his hands as he listened. He did not look up at Braven when he spoke.

“Ok. Look at this.” He picked up a book with a shimmering purple cover. He put the book in front of Dean and tapped the title at the top of the page. “It’s simple Dean. I promise. Look. The spell isn’t actually on – “”

Dean put up his hand and interrupted. “You know wha? It’s fine, Bray –“ Dean waved his hand again. He started to slur his words and Bobby and Rufus looked at each other in concern.

“It’ll be f‘ne. I’s all good. Whate’ers best for Sammy, right?” But Dean looked angry, his lips pressed together in a straight line. Braven just nodded, unsure of what to say next. But Dean continued. “I can…do this…whole…fuckin’…spell shit, right? S’long you’ve got more whiskey, right, Bobby?”

Bobby immediately walked closer to Dean, standing right in front of him, putting his hands roughly on Dean’s shoulders. He grabbed the empty glass out of Dean’s hand. He looked directly into Dean’s eyes.

“Listen up, boy. I know you’re hurting. Real bad. But this drinking needs to stop. You’re not helping Sam by drinking. No, I do not have any more whiskey. And no, I’m not bringing any home. Get yourself sober before this gets out of hand. Coffee. Water. Hell, drink apple juice. That’s it. You hear me, Dean?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, ok, Bobby,” he said and sat back on the couch next to Sam, clenching his fists. Another fucking spell. He looked over at Sam. Sam was staring at the wall with his mouth slightly open, his lips twitching. His hands twitched too, Dean noticed.

“Sam?” Dean asked cautiously.

Silence.

“Yeah ok,” he said again, louder this time.

***

It was a long shot. It wasn’t specifically for Sam’s unique situation, but it was similar. Just this last glimmer of hope Braven stumbled upon was all they had. With a few slight changes, he felt it would eliminate the core of Sam’s problem. His nightmares. Everyone hoped that there would at least be some kind of change in Sam after that.

They set it up right away. Bobby, of course, had nearly everything they needed. Braven had the rest. It was quite a scene, the four of them, setting this up around the room. They made quite a commotion, with Braven yelling out the steps everyone needed to do.

Dean hoped Sam would turn around, see what they were up to. Maybe show an interest in something.

And he did. He rolled over and watched. Watched, silent, observing what the men were doing.

He watched Rufus making a dreamcatcher about the size of a dinner plate. He narrowed his eyes and watched as he worked in the center of a ring of candles. One red, one white, one black.

Sam was observant before, but after his trauma, he’s now even more aware of his surroundings. Small movements. Where people’s hands are. He heard a CD of drums playing softly in the background. His eyes flicked to the right, where Braven was standing over a small cauldron, a blue flame peeking out from above its open top. He waved his hands and chanted unfamiliar words as he sprinkled in a powder Sam couldn’t really see. The flames rose slightly and turned white. Sam moved his eyes again and saw Bobby standing in the middle of the room, an open book in front of him. He was chanting words under his breath that Sam couldn’t hear, but could tell matched the rhythm of the drums. Bobby was chanting and turning pages slowly. He felt Dean’s warm hand touch his. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even need to look up to know it was Dean. He knew exactly how Dean’s hand felt. How Dean’s everything felt. He relaxed.

“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam finally spoke.

Dean’s smile was bright as he clenched Sam’s hand. “Sam, Braven did it! He found a way to help you!”

Sam sat up and widened his eyes. “Yeah? What are they doing? Is it…is it a spell? Dean?”

Dean’s smile did not falter. Just hearing his brother’s voice again was enough to make him happy.

“Yeah Sam, but it’s alright! Really -listen, I told them no, I said no spells, but he promises. Baby, he says it will help. Braven fixed it up. We’re gonna put a spell on the dreamcatcher, Sam. It’s powerful too. It’s going to stop your nightmares. Sam, it’s gonna stop the nightmares!”

Sam smiled. “Yeah? How?”

Dean explained how Braven was putting ingredients together and performing the spell. Bobby was chanting a protective spell around the whole rom – the whole house actually, warding it off from all evil spirits and demons. Rufus was making the dreamcatcher itself, infusing it with herbs and oils Braven prepared earlier. He had barrier candles set up so only good energy would enter the space where he was creating.

“Now, it probably won’t immediately get rid of them entirely –“ Sam’s face fell. “- but it won’t be long. They’ll fade away slowly. Hang on, wait – listen - as the dreamcatcher senses your dreams, it picks up what frightens you. Once it knows which dreams frighten you, it’s able to sense them better and better –can until they catch them the moment they start. So they’ll be gone – eventually.”

Sam nodded and smiled slightly, but it was enough. Dean knew Sam was willing.

Rufus finished the dreamcatcher and held it up over the candles. Bobby continued chanting as Braven performed the spell.

The dreamcatcher crackled in Rufus’ hands. Small sparks – red and black, the same colors as the dreamcatcher itself – started popping and flying off it.

Bobby chanted.

Braven waved his hands over the cauldron.

Rufus held the dreamcatcher as it sparked, now matching colors with the blue and white flames of the cauldron.

Sam and Dean watched everything, holding hands. Dean held his breath, too. But Sam was fighting off John’s voice - promising no spell would ever keep him from his boy.

The dreamcatcher burst into blue flames which immediately disappeared, before Rufus even knew what happened.

Bobby stopped chanting.

Dean waited.

John was telling Sam to find the sleeping pills Bobby kept somewhere in the house. “Take a handful Sam. You’ll come right to me.”

“YES!” Braven shouted as he climbed down from the chair he was standing on. “It worked! This…this should do it! Well…get it started anyway. Sam? Do you - ”

Sam suddenly gasped loudly, squeezing Dean’s hand. He slumped back on the couch, as if unseen hands had been holding him up finally let him go.

“Sam? You ok?” Dean turned Sam’s chin so he could look into his brother’s eyes. They were not glassy. They were not distant. They were focused. They looked back into his own eyes.

“I think he’s…gone…”

They hung up the dreamcatcher over Sam’s side of the bed immediately.

John’s been gone a year now. Sam still doesn’t leave Bobby’s house much. He knee is healed – he’s only got a small round scar and a slight (almost cute) limp. His arm is no longer stinging with pain. But he’ll always have the scars on his arm. Sam doesn’t mind, though. Says it reminds him of his own bravery, when he saved my life. (God I love him so much.) But after what dad John did to him when he had him for ten months – and then possessing him - and then being in his head - made Sam become very withdrawn. He doesn’t like crowds or loud places. He’s got an acute startle reflex, too. Hates people touching him, especially if it’s unexpected.

But that dreamcatcher changed everything, finally. It took a long time. Sam almost gave up a few times, too. Thank god he didn’t. He continues to have the nightmares about John’s hands. John’s voice. John’s fists against his flesh, leaving bruises and scars. The cold emptiness of the impala’s backseat. The ropes. He dreams of it all. He tells me about it. I’ve written them all down, like he asked. He says when they are all gone, he wants to read them one time before he burns the notebook. He hasn’t burned it yet. They’re almost gone now, though. He doesn’t have them more than twice a month now. But he’s still always alert. Doesn’t trust people much. ‘Cept me. And Bobby and Rufus, of course. He still has a hard time with food too. Sometimes hardly eats or doesn’t eat at all. Sometimes I have to remind him to eat – he’ll go a whole day if I don’t remind him.

This journey with Sam won’t ever come to an end. He will always have this.

But, he’ll also always have me.

I love him so much. None of this even matters.

I’ll always always love him. Forever…

Today I’m going to make it official.

Dean put the pen down and closed the book, sliding it back in the bedside drawer. Then he stared at Sam, sleeping peacefully. He stroked his cheek and kissed his nose softly as he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. He loved watching his little brother sleeping peacefully, muscles relaxed and eyes softly closed.

“I love you so much, baby boy,” he said in a whisper.

“Happy anniversary, Sam,” Dean grinned as he handed Sam a small, lime green wrapped box. Sam’s cheeks reddened and his face fell slightly. But he kept his smile and he took the package from Dean’s hands. Sam blushed.

Dean’s smile was soft. He looked Sam in the eyes and pulled him close.

“Couldn’t forget our one year, baby. One year since he’s been gone. One year since you’ve been mine. I love you so much, Sammy.” Dean leaned in and kissed his brother’s neck. “So glad we found this again. You’re the best thing in my life. The best thing in the whole world.” He pulled back to look at Sam, but saw Sam had tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You got me something. Probably something amazing, too, because you just naturally do everything just right. I’m sorry. I can’t – I mean I’m not…I still can’t go out Dean…you know I can’t - I-I couldn’t get you anything, Dean. But maybe – I mean I – I kinda do have something for you. I’m sorry it’s not actually a real present, but – “

Dean, sensing Sam’s sadness, pulled him close, stroking Sam’s cheek with his thumb. “Hey, if it’s from you, then it’s a real present. And I’m gonna love it, ok? But first? Open mine.” Dean’s eyes shone and Sam couldn’t help but smile. Those eyes were so beautiful, Sam could not tear his own eyes away.

He unwrapped the paper carefully – Dean had clearly put a lot of effort into the wrapping job, and Sam made sure he enjoyed opening it. Inside was a small velvet box. Sam look up at Dean through his bangs. “Dean?” his voice shook.

Dean shrugged and tried to hide his enormous smile. Sam opened the box. Inside was a simple silver ring with two solid black bands.

“It’s inscribed.”

“What?”

“Go on, look!” Sam took out the ring and looked at the inside of the band. In plain block letters was the phrase, Nothing in front of you. Following this phrase was an infinity symbol.

“Dean?”

“Sammy, it’s a promise ring. And that? Means there is nothing more important than you. You hear me? Nothing. Ever. I promise to always love you. Always. Infinity means forever, right? Nothing will ever get in the way of that, ok? Nothing.”

Sam was stunned, but he let his brother slip the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly. Sam closed his eyes and let out a deep shaky breath. Everything was alright. He was going to love and be loved by his brother forever. His dad was gone. He was safe. And he had Dean, who he loved more than anyone in the world. And no one would ever be able to keep them apart now.

But Sam knew he had different needs now. It had made him sad at first. A little hard to accept. But with Dean and Bobby and even Rufus (who stopped by an awful lot more often than he ever used to).

He knew when he saw John – that it wasn’t real. His visions. The memory of rough hands. He could work through it now. He looked down at the ring on his finger and immediately John popped in his head. He felt how angry his dad was. He tried to push it away. Not real, not real, he told himself. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Not real,” he said aloud.

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice brought him back to reality. “This is very real. Me, right here, with you. That’s real, ok? I love you. You got that?”

Sam blinked away the memories and images that were starting to form behind his eyes and his confidence returned. John disappeared. His voice, gone. Sam was definitely getting better at that. “Yeah Dean. I got it.” Sam closed his eyes again. Just darkness. No voice, no face, no angry hands. “I got it.”

Dean kissed him. Softly at first, but Sam just pulled away, looking down and said, “Now uh…you can open your present, if you want.”

Dean nodded.

He turned toward Dean and pushed him gently backwards until he was sitting down. Dean just let him, never taking his eyes off of his baby boy. Sam stood directly in front of Dean and slowly popped the button on his jeans. Dean raised his eyebrows and instinctively put his hands on Sam’s hips as Sam walked forward and, still standing, straddled him. The red lace peeked through after the third button and Dean let out a whooshing breath.

“That for me?”

“All for you, Dean. I mean… It’s nothing compared to your gift, but –“

“No. Sam. This? This is perfect.” He pulled Sam close until Sam was sitting on his lap, facing him. The red panties peeking up at the top made Dean shiver. He pulled him in for a long, tender kiss. Their lips slid together and they both moaned softly at the sensation. Dean pulled back, breathless.

“Just for me, Sammy?”

“Just for you. All for you. Only you.” He stood up and slowly backed away, Dean’s hands never leaving his hips. Dean popped the final button and slid Sam’s pants down his still small hips, letting them drop to the floor. Sam toed them off, tossing them to the side. Dean could only stare. His beautiful boy dressed like this in front of him.

“You wrapped up yourself nice and pretty, didn’t you, baby?”

Sam nodded. “Happy anniversary Dean. One down –“ he sunk onto Dean’s lap, grinding his hips into his brother’s. He kissed him deeply, passionately, and desperately. He reached his hand across and laced his fingers with Dean’s. Felt the cool metal of the matching ring on his brother’s hand. They met with a gentle click.

“- forever to go.” Sam’s voice was so soft in Dean’s ear, if there had been someone sitting right next to them, they wouldn’t have heard it. Dean ran his fingers through his brother’s hair.

“Day one, Sammy. I’m here now. I’m here tomorrow. And I’ll be here every day after that. You’ll always have me.” He looked him directly in his eyes and smiled.

Sam nodded. Dean wasn’t ever going to leave him. He would start again. He’d be ok. He was safe. He was loved. He looked at his ring and smiled. Tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Day one,” he said.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Hello Nurse

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY AF!

I smiled checking my list of medicine on my little cart opening the door to the little room and going in to get the chart when I did I saw the patient sat in the bed lazily eating grapes and watching the little TV with his headphones in I think It was top gear of possibly F1 by the looks of things. He has wires and monitors coming off him everywhere you could imagine, I got his chart having a read and pushing my little cart in to organise the medication for him he briefly looked over to his table I'm assuming for a drink and he jumped as he saw me a taking his headphones out "Shit, sorry I didn't hear you come in" he says "It's alright you where watching your show" I laugh "hello sir" I smile "Hello nurse" he says "So how are you feeling?" I ask "Like I would make a deal with the devil himself for a god dam bath" he sighed "Sorry" I giggled "no baths for a while for you, showers are fine once you are discharged but not until" I tell him sitting his pills on the table and doing him a cup of water "But I stink... I feel dirty" he complains "Well I could see if I could arrange a you a blanket bath?" I suggest "A what?" He asks "They basically would get a nurse in, strip you naked put a blanket over you, and scrub you with kinda warm water" I explain Changing the IV drip bag "Can I get naked and scrub myself?" He asks "Nope" I answer "Can I choose which nurse to do it?" He asks "Why would you, were all as terrifying" I laugh "Just... Making sure I didn't get the scary one" he sighed "Well it's your choice" I shrug getting the needle and injecting his arm "there all done, see you in the morning" I smile going to the door "Wait-" he says so I stopped "would uhh you give me a bed bath if I asked?" He asks "Why me?" I ask "Your nice to me" he shurgs "I'll think about it" I answer

I giggled a little wheeling my little cart into his room and shutting the door he was fast asleep so I smiled getting the cart he's on a lot more drugs now, that's not a good sign. I gently nudged his arm which began to wake him a little "sorry I didn't mean to wake you" I tell him "It's okay, hello nurse" he smiles "Hello Thomas" I laugh "So what drugs you filling me up with today?" He asks "Lots I'm afraid" I tell him "Alright, get on with it then, then I can get back to sleep" he sighed "So how do you feel today?" I ask "Awful." He sighed "Okay, is awful worse or better then terrible?" I ask "A little better but not much"he sighed as I did all the things for all his drugs "All done" I smile "Well... almost" he blushed "Really again?" I ask "It makes me feel better" he argues so I sighed sitting on the chair beside his bed and giving his lips little kiss he held my neck softly with his hand so I couldn't move away as he turned our innocent kiss into a passionate snog trying often to push his tongue inside my mouth but I wouldn't let him I could tell he was enjoying himself as the monitor for his heart rate was bleeping quickly almost enough to set the alarm off so I pulled away "thank you nurse" he smirked "Your welcome" I smile giving his head a kiss and contirning with my rounds.

I smiled going to the next room humming my little tune as I went into Thomas' room and saw him sat up in bed shirtless with a little wash rag "What are you doing?" I asked shutting the door behind me "I needed a bath, but I didn't want a bed bath because that's sounds terrifing. But all I had is a wash cloth and the drinking water so I was trying to bathe" he sighed "Your such a silly boy" I laugh "why didn't you wait you knew I was coming around" I laugh "I got impatient" he shrugs "hello nurse" he smiles "Hello Thomas" I laugh giving his lips a gentle kiss as I started doing all the jobs "would you like a bed bath?" I ask and he nods "alright, I have two more people then I'm off shift, so I'll come back and do it" I sigh "Really?" He asks and I nod "can you uhhh still wear the dress?" He asks looking at my uniform "Why?" I ask "I think you look cute in it nurse" he smiles "Fine, see you later" I laugh "Later" he smirked blowing me a kiss as I left.

I smiled humming my tune a little more taking the stuff I needed into Thomas' room shutting and locking the door pulling the curtian so knowone would see us in here "Hello nurse" he smirked laying in his bed "Hello Thomas" I smile giving him a little kiss "So... I'm already naked nurse. How about you give me a little special treatment" he smirked "Are you trying to sound like a character in a porno?" I ask "Kinda" he shrugs "You know, I don't have to do this for you, I'm mostly only doing it to shut you up complaining" I tell him "I know, doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it nurse" he smirked so I sighed getting the little cloth and dunking it in the water with some soap he watched me as I slowly ran the cloth around his shoulders and his chest then doing his arms and his legs he smirked at me alot the higher I got up his legs but I always stopped before he would be excited to much I went to go but he held my arm "aren't we... forgetting somewhere nurse?" He smirked slyly I looked at him expectingly and he just glanced down at himself biting his bottom lip "somewhere... important" he smirked "Of course however could I forget," I laugh getting a cloth dunking it in the water slipping it under the covers he smirked excited till I quickly before he could interject wen under him "AHHHHH! FUCK! That's cold!" He yelled "did you put a nice cube in that or something!" He complains as I took the cloth away giggling all the while "you are an evil nurse" he complains "You wish I was" I laugh getting some warmer water and a new soapy cloth going under his covers he looked worried a little scared of me before I slipped the cloth down his obvious V and pretty much wrapping my warm cloth and hand around his hard base "Ummmm hhheeelllooo nurse" he smirked very excited already leaning his head on his pillow a little more I smirked gently running up and down his hard cock "uhhh yeah! Uhh fuck! Your good at this nurse" he smirked "do this for every horny guy?" He asks "Just the good looking ones" I smile pumping his cock fast and hard it didn't take him long to finish in his bedsheets so I took my hand and cloth away "night Thomas" I smile giving his a cheek a kiss "Night nurse" he blushed.

I wondered the corridors heading home til I heard a funny noise coming from Thomas' room I hadn't actually seen him today I wasn't on the drug rounds and he hadn't called so I hadn't seen him, I guess it would be nice to pop in and say goodnight I suppose. I went in shutting the door and curtian hearing noise's of pain and almost crying so I looked and he wasn't in bed he was stood his hands on the wall near his window looking in more pain then I had ever seen before I dumped my bag and rushed over "Thomas! What did you think you where doing" I told him trying to make him sit down "I can do it... Im okay" he says clearly in alot of pain "Thomas please sit down" I told him "No, if I can stand then I'm better" he says "No, your going to hurt yourself even more come on" I told him pretty much lifting him and sitting him on his bed again "But-" he began "Sh sh sh ssshhh" I told.him putting a finger in his mouth "you sit down, get back in bed and rest" I told him "But-" he began "Rest or I get a very sharp surgery tool and I will precicely cut off your penis" I warn "I'll be good" he nods "why did you come see me nurse?" He asks "I hadn't seen you all day, I missed you" I smiled "I missed you too" he smiles "did I do good? I got from my bed to the window?" He asks "You did very good, but no more walking till your better mr" I warn "Yes nurse" he smiles "And to make sure you don't, I have a present for you, that you won't get ever again you walk without being told to" I tell him and he nods blushing a little so I tugged his sweatpants down getting in the floor and gave his cock a few kisses "Uhhh... Oh my- hello nurse" he smirked holding my hair as I took as much as I could "uhhh uuuuhhh! Nurse!" He moans "uhhh faster please I'm gonna cum" he moans "So soon?" I ask kissing his shaft softly "Yeah ... Can you blame me all I've and since I've been in here is gentle jerking off and your hand jobs, come on finish me nurse" he begs so I took him all back in again sucking hard he groaned and moaned loudly when I did often bucking his hips a little trying not to incase it hurt to Badly till he finished it spraying into my mouth so I swallowed very drop and got up tucking him into bed "You gonna be a good boy now?" I ask him "I promise, I will be a perfect patient" he blushed so I smiled giving his lips a tiny kiss "Goodnight Thomas" I laugh going to the door "goodnight nurse" he smiles

"You are a idiot" I said as I marched into his room "Hello to you too nurse" he chuckled as he watched TV "nice to see you today" he smiles opening his arms and trying to suggest he wanted his normal kiss "No, no kisses for you" I tell him "you were not a good boy" "Ohh? Was I a bad bad boy nurse" he smirked trying to cuddle my waist but I slapped his hands away "No, I'm mad at you" I tell him "What for?" He asks "I had a talk with Dr Lucas" I tell him "he told me he hunks you've been walking around again" "...okay I did but just like the window and back I just wanted to look out the window" he says "Thomas... How many dam times you can't walk till your better!" I tell him sternly "after the surgery you've had Thomas I'm surprised getting off the bed isn't agony" "I'm sorry, I just get bored" he shrugs "Then watch TV, play a game, read a book, do a puzzle, text me" he suggested "I will literally go out and get you anything you want on my break" I tell him "Anything I want?" He asks "Anything" I answer "Well... I have a few requests nurse" he smirked "Not today I'm still mad at you" I sigh "esspecaily since you for new drugs now" I sigh sorting all his drugs changing the IV and such like my normal jobs "What new drug?" He asks a little worried "It's a needle relax I'm not gonna be adding another drip" I laugh and he relaxed a little "What will it do?" He asks "It will compeletly numb you from the injection sight down for three hours, you are going to have them every three hours now until your better it will make it literally impossible to try and walk" I explain quickly injecting him "Great... AHH! It feels like novacaine in my legs" he sighed "It pretty much is" I shrug "Wait! You injected me on - what! I won't be able to feel my dick!" He complains "That's what you get for walking around" I tell him "But... If I'm gonna have these till I'm better we can't- we won't fool around anymore" he said sadly "Yep" I smiled "But... nurse, I need you" he complains "Tough" I laugh giving him a kiss and going to continue my work.

I laugh as I got my bag sorted i had a uhh a few texts from Thomas

Thomas 😍🌭🎬💜: Nurse? Are you busy? I'm bored? Could you come up for a snuggle? Ooohhh Nurse? 🌭😘😘🌋🌋 Nurse? Come back I miss my sexy nurse Could you atleast bring me a vending machine sandwich or something? I think this soup is not edible. Nnnnnnnnuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrsssssseeee... Sick man needs your attention?

Nurse 😘😍😍💙💙: Alright alright, I'm coming, what do you want from the vending machine?

Thomas 😍🌭🎬💜: Anything as long as it's edible!

Nurse 😘😍😍💙💙: Did you change my name in this thing again?

Thomas 😍🌭🎬💜: Yes XX

So I laughed going and getting him some snacks from the machines and going to his room "Hey Thomas" I smile as I shut the door "Hello nurse" he says so I went over dumping all the stuff I got on his tray "ooohh thank you thank you thank you!" He smiles giving me a cuddle "if it wasn't for your vending machine trips and McDonald's from the visitors entrance I would have starved in here" he says "You wouldn't have starved" I laugh "how's the painkillers?" I ask "It sucks," he sighed "It can't be that bad just sit in bed all day" I smiled "You ever tried to pee when you are numb from the waist down? It's complicated! Esspecaily when having to piss in fucking cardboard, who's idea was that? It just disintegrates" he complains "You are such a grumpy boy today" I laugh giving him a kiss "I have every right to be, I'm bored shitless. I can't leave my bed. TV sucks. And haven't gotten off in two weeks" he complains "Awww poor Tommy" I laugh "Yeah yeah poor me" he sighed "Would he like some attention?" I asked running my hand down under his covers "I'm numb from the waist down remember, it does nothing" he sighed "I'll see about that" I smirk slipping into his pants I smiled sitting beside him in his little bed reading my phone as I slowly stroked his soft cock while he watched TV "It's not gonna work" he laughs "Just you wait" I smirk getting up making sure his door was locked and the curtians drawn, I went to the window shutting the blinds he looked at me suspicious curious what I was up to as I turned off his TV and moved it away as I climbed on his lap "Hello nurse" he smirked giving my lips a little kiss "Hey Tommy" I smirk pulling him to kiss me deeply "Ummm Nurse... what are you up to?" He asks me "That's for me to know and you too find out" I smirk grabbing his cock again it getting harder already even if he couldn't feel it I could. So I lightly grinded my hips on him as we kissed "Nurse? What are you doing? I can't feel down there why are you bothering?" He asks me and I just smirked tugging up my dress and tugging down his pants as he was fully hard now "your kidding? I finally get to fuck you and I can't feel it!" He complains and I nodded with a giggle letting him slip inside me he was so big I was surprised but I couldn't wait so I insantly began bouncing "this isn't fair! Your an evil evil nurse" he says and I nodded enjoying my riding very much already getting close I smirked at him as he watched me bouncing and watching me cum on his cock he looked like if he could have had me he would have done it he would have flipped me over and fucked he sencelessly if he could have I know I'm getting close again so I got even faster on him feeling his cock twitching and start to cum even in its numb state he didn't know what to feel the shock of an orgasm when feeling nothing must have been confusing for him he finished Inside me and I finished my second shortly after "your an evil nurse" he says "I know" I giggled.

I smiled going across to my car Thomas for sent home a week or so ago now, and I do miss him being around, we still text pretty much non stop now unless I'm actually working I stopped getting my keys from my bag when I felt a hand on my waist I insantly turned and slapped the person behind me "Owww! What was that for!" Thomas complains "Tommy" I laugh hugging him close nuzzling into his shoulder "I came to see you silly girl" he smiles holding me close "I missed my nurse" he smirked "I missed you too" I giggled giving him a kiss "come on I'll drop you home" I smile giving him a kiss and tugging him in my car we sat happily chatting for a while till we got stopped outside his place "So uh? You wanna come on for a cup or coffee?" He offered "No thanks Thomas I have a early shift in the morning" I answer "Really? Come on, don't you wanna see how fun me being inside you is when I can feel it? And I can you know move my hips" he smirked "Maybe another night Thomas" I smile "Really? You don't have to ride me? Now I'm all better I can do any position you want?" He suggested "Fine" I sigh...

"Ohh shut up" I sigh turning my phone off "That your alarm?" Thomas yawns "Yep," I sighed "Ohh okay have a nice day at work honey" he yawns rolling over to be away from me "Ohh thanks Thomas, second my alarm goes off, off fuck off to work then love I won't even get out of bed to give you a kiss or make you a coffee" I complain "It's like three in the morning y/n, I'll see you later I just don't wanna be up at such an ungodly hour" he complains "Then you shouldn't have married a nurse" I laugh giving him a kiss making him turn to lay on his back playing with my hair "What was I thinking?" He laughs "marrying a sexy nurse?" He smirked slapping my arse "You where thinking with your other head" I smirk rubbing on his hard morning wood "No, I was thinking with both" he smiles giving me a kiss "go on, get to work. I'll make dinner tonight" he says "Okay, see you soon" I smile giving him another kiss before getting out of bed to get ready for work while he goes back to sleep.

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lysyuta · 5 years

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;Truth or Dare (07)

dream (ft. lucas) halloween au

words — 4.7k

warnings — cursing, spooky stuff, DEATH

summary — you and your friends love a good spook, but when you all download an app that seems take over your life, you all get a little more spook then you were hoping for this halloween.

October 25th, 9:27 a.m

You felt like you would go crazy.

With all the things happening in your life, you knew it would happen soon.

Looking up at the bright white ceiling and hearing all of the machines that stood beside you beeping, only reminded you more of the horrors that were going on in your life.

How could 1 little app make so many things happen?

It was unexplainable.

“The doctor says that you can go home later today, alright?” Your mother speaks as she comes back into the room after speaking with the doctor. “When you get home, you have to be careful. Stay in bed for a few days and don’t do anything that would strain yourself. Jisung, you can stay home too and take care of y/n.” She looks at your brother, who was sat down in a chair beside the bed you were laying on.

“Mom, I don’t think y/n wants me to babysit her.” Jisung says before you could even say anything.

“It’s not babysitting.” Your mom replies. “Your dad and I have to be at work, so you just need to make sure that y/n is resting and not doing anything that could make her condition worse.”

“But—“

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” You cut your brother off before he could finish his sentence. “Jisung can be my personal servant.” You tried to lighten the mood.

Your mother chuckled. “If it was any other circumstance, I’d tell you not to say that, but...”

You forced out a giggle, not wanting to show how upset you really were on the inside.

You had actually gotten hurt from that stupid app. Seriously hurt. What if one of your friends gets hurt as well? What if Jisung gets hurt?

You were thinking too hard about this, and it was causing your head to hurt even more.

“I’ll go downstairs to the vending machines and get some snacks for you two. Y/n be careful.” Your mother says before disappearing out of the door to your hospital room, leaving you and Jisung alone.

There was about a minute of silence before one of you spoke, breaking it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your brother speaks.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I didn’t complete that stupid dare. And it made you get hurt. I’m so sorry y/n.”

“Jisung, don’t—“

“If I hadn’t slipped and just finished walking the ledge like any other person could do, you wouldn’t be in this situation! It was literally the easiest thing and I...I messed up.”

“It’s not your fault.” You tell him. “Doing that wasn’t easy. Especially not since you had socks on.” You explained. “Not everyone could do that.”

Jisung sighed. “But still. If I would’ve completed it then you wouldn’t be here.”

“I don’t blame you. And none of the guys blame you either. So don’t blame yourself.” You try to convince him, but you knew it would be hard. “Look at the bright side. At least we both don’t have to go to school for a few days.” You gave your brother a small smile.

Before he could say anything else, his phone began ringing. He took it out of his pocket, mumbling “it’s Mark” before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Why is this hospital so big?” Mark asked through the phone. “I got lost like three times and then I just gave up.”

You chuckled. Getting lost 3 times in a hospital seemed like a Mark thing to do.

“We’re on the third floor. Room 313.” Jisung explained.

“I’m on the third floor, but it’s so huge. I didn’t know whether to walk right, left or straight after I got out of the elevator.” Mark says.

“Just follow the numbers—“

“Don’t you think I tried that? I accidentally walked into the nurse’s break room and that’s when I decided to just call you.”

Jisung sighed, standing up. He looks at you before speaking. “I’ll go get him.” Jisung takes the phone off of speaker and puts it to his ear, saying “seriously, how hard is it to follow the numbers on the doors?” before walking out of the room.

You decided to turn on the TV that was in your room. You flicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting, and just deciding to stay on a news channel.

Your head was still hurting a lot.

When the incident had happened, Haechan called Mark, who was, lucky for you, at home and he came over to drive you to the hospital.

In Mark’s car on your way to the hospital, you had been in and out of consciousness. You weren’t able to make out everything going on around you, but you managed to get a blurry image of Jisung crying and hear Haechan on the phone, telling your mother what had happened.

After that, you were out like a light until you reached the hospital, where you saw the workers rushing you to a room. Then you passed out again, only to wake up in your hospital bed with your brother and mother sitting at your sides.

Your doctor had you receiving pain medication through an IV tube that was placed in the back of your hand, and connected to a machine that stood next to your bed.

You hated it here. You just wanted to go home.

Every second you spent in this hospital just reminded you of the reason the you were in here: that dumb app.

It was so annoying. Why couldn’t you just get rid of it?

As if on cue, your phone went off. You hoped that it was one of your friends texting you, but as you picked it up and looked at the screen, you saw a notification from the thing that you hated the most.

Time to play.

It’s Y/n’s turn.

You groaned, not wanting to pay attention to the app. You wanted to just ignore it, but you knew that if you ignored it for too long, something bad would happen.

Hesitantly, you opened your phone and opened the app. You had no idea how the app still worked when you were the only person on it.

Dare:

Break the IV

“No way.” You spoke to yourself, after reading the dare on your phone. First, they didn’t even give you the option to choose truth or dare and second, how could they give you something like that?

How in the hell were you supposed to break an IV?

The countdown on your phone began counting down from 15. You were getting less time to complete your dare too.

What would the app do to you if you didn’t do it?

You stared back and forth at your phone, and the IV that was in your skin. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t.

Before the countdown went off, your phone started ringing. Jeno was calling you.

“Jeno?” You asked as you answered the phone. “Jeno, I’m so glad you called. God, that stupid app was about to make me—“

“Y/n,” Jeno starts. “please tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. My head hurts, but I’m fine.” You answered.

“I’m glad you’re not unconscious like the last time I saw you, but that’s not what I meant. Are you okay? Has anyone come in your room and tried to hurt you?” He asks.

You were confused. Why would someone try to do that?

“The only thing trying to hurt me is that stupid app. It gave me a dare to break my IV tube and I couldn’t do it. But I’m scared of what’s gonna happen to me now.” You explained.

“Y/n,” the boy starts again. “Be careful, okay?”

“Jeno, did something happen?”

“I just—I just found out that Somi is in the same hospital as you.” He admits. “I went on Facebook and someone said she hurt herself and now she’s in that hospital. I think she’s going crazy. Just be careful, y/n.”

“Well, she doesn’t know that I’m in here, does she?”

Just as you asked the question, you heard the door to your room being opened. Jeno started talking again, but you weren’t paying attention anymore as you looked up.

Somi was in your room.

Your eyes widened as you saw the girl. A wicked smile was planted on her face, and she looked like she had been crying. She was wearing a hospital gown and you could clearly see the scars on her arms. She looked messy. Her hair looked like she just got out of bed and she had several bags under her eyes.

What happened to your friend?

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jeno asks, but you didn’t respond. You just stared at the girl who stood inside your room. She stood by the door, staring back at you.

“Y/n? Hello?” He asks.

“What are you doing in here?” You finally speak up at the girl. “You’re not supposed to be—“

“That isn’t a nice way to greet your friend, y/n.” She responds.

By this point, Jeno had stopped talking in your ear. You put the phone on your lap, but didn’t disconnect the call so he could still hear.

“I didn’t think we were still friends. I mean, you tried to kill me just two days ago.” You tell her.

The girl had the nerve to laugh. She giggled as if you had said something funny. “Didn’t you deserve it?”

“I deserved to be killed by one of my best friends?” You asked.

“How can you call me your best friend?” She asks, taking a step closer towards your bed, and you sat up. “How can you call me that when you’ve been nothing but fake towards me?”

All you could do was stare at her. You had been fake to her?

“You made out with my boyfriend. And then you posted that dumb post about me. Do you know what people think of me, y/n? Do you know how many people unfriended me after you posted that? Do you know how many people saw it? A lot.” She explains.

“That isn’t my fault. I told you, I didn’t post it.” You say.

“It was from your account, y/n. If you didn’t post it, then who did?” She asks. “Tell me who so I can give them the punishment instead of you.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t tell her that your brother was the one who posted it. You couldn’t risk her hurting him.

“You’re not going to tell me?” Somi asks, tilting her head to the side as she took another step towards you.

“Somi, what is your problem? What’s wrong with you?”

“I’ve been through too much y/n, okay? Too much. And I just—actually, you don’t deserve to know. You don’t. None of you do. How could you all treat me like that?” She asked.

“Were we supposed to stay friends with you after you cheated on Jaemin? How could you even do that to him?” You asked.

“How could you do that to me? How could you kiss him? How could you kiss your best friend’s boyfriend?”

How was she blaming you? You hadn’t done anything wrong. “You two weren’t dating at the time!”

“So what? Whenever we break up, that gives you the right to get with him? I bet you two are having fun together now that I’m out of the picture, right?” Somi asks you.

“What?” You asked. “Don’t act stupid, y/n! You guys are all glad that I’m out of the picture, right? You have him to yourself now.” She responds.

When you didn’t answer, she kept speaking.

“You wanna know something?” She asks. “I did tell Minho to break up with you. It was me.”

Your jaw dropped. “How could you do that, Somi?”

“I was trying to set you up with Jeno.” She admits. “Jeno was jealous of Minho, so I decided to make Minho break up with you so Jeno would make his move. But, Jeno is a coward and never did it.”

“How did you even—“

“Boys are simple. Give them something they want, and they’ll do whatever you want them to do. Minho was easy.”

“He was easy? What does that even—“ You cut yourself off, understanding. “You seduced my boyfriend?”

“Your ex-boyfriend.” She corrects you.

“How could you do that? How could you do that when I was dating him? And while you were dating Jaemin?” You asked.

“I guess now you know how it feels, y/n.”

You felt disgusted. You felt like a fool. The girl you had been calling your best friend for years, did something like this to you? Unbelievable.

You looked at your phone to see that the call was still active. Jeno was still there. And he heard everything.

You looked back at the girl, who looked at you with fake sympathy.

“Aww, is y/n gonna cry? You’re gonna cry over a boy? How stupid.” She laughs at you.

“Just get out. Go back to being crazy inside of your own room.” You finally tell her.

“Oh, I’m not leaving yet, y/n.” She speaks, stepping closer to you. “Not without getting what I want first.”

She walks until she’s right next to your bed. You wanted to stand up, but you knew you would get lightheaded if you did. Your head was still pounding.

Somi looks at your phone that sat on your lap and picks it up. She smiles, looking at it before putting it on speaker.

“Jeno, you heard me tell y/n all about our plan to get Minho to break up with her, right?” She asks. “You should’ve made your move when she was vulnerable.”

“Somi, why would you—“

“Don’t act like you didn’t know. Y/n knows now, stop acting so clueless.”

“I didn’t—“

“Stop trying, Jeno. It’s done already.” Somi says. “Y/n knows that it was our plan to get you and her together. She knows how you betrayed her.”

“Y/n I didn’t have anything to do with this. I swear.”

“You think she’s gonna believe you now?” The girl laughs. “Now the last memory that y/n will have of you, knowing that you betrayed her.”

Last memory? What’s does that mean?

“Y/n isn’t making it out of this hospital alive, Jeno.” Somi says into the phone, while staring at you with a smile on her face.

Your eyes widened.

You slowly tried to stand up, hoping that you wouldn’t get more of a headache than you already had. While trying to stand up, you pressed the button that was attached to your bedside, which would alert the nurses that your needed assistance.

“Goodbye Jeno,” Somi smiles. “I’ll tell you what y/n’s last words were if you get here quick enough.”

She was really crazy.

You stood up, looking at the girl as she threw your phone down on the bed.

“You’re trying to get away?” She asks. “You think you’re gonna get away from me? Especially with a concussion and the IV thing attached to you? Good luck.”

You didn’t know what to do.

If you tried to run out of the room, she would surely catch you before you even made it to the door. There was nowhere to go. You began panicking as Somi took a couple steps closer to you.

“Don’t worry, y/n.” She smiles. “You’re still my friend, right?”

“I’m not your friend, you crazy bitch.” You speak.

She faked a frown. “That’s no way to talk to your best friend, is it, y/n?”

Somi put her hands on your shoulders, easily pushing you down to the floor. As you struggled to get back up, she kicked you in your leg.

You sat on the floor, unable do get up due to the pain in your leg, plus your pounding headache. The girl kneeled beside you, grabbing your hair and tilting your head to look at her.

You yelled at the stinging pain, but not loud enough since no one came rushing into the room.

“I’ve been suffering, y/n. Don’t you see me?” She asks. You put your hand on her hand that was pulling your hair, trying to push her away. But you were weak.

“It’s okay though.” She says. “We can suffer together.”

“You’re crazy, Somi.” You tell her.

“It’s your fault.” She counters. Before you could say anything else, she takes her free hand and slaps you across the face.

What was taking the nurses so long to get in here?

“I’ll tell Jeno how much you said you hated him before you died.” She smiles. “And I’ll tell the rest of the boys how much you begged for me to let you live. They’d love to hear that, wouldn’t they?”

“Somi, you’re not thinking straight. Just let me go.” You say. “I’m not that dumb, y/n.” She says.

She looks at your hand, the one that had the IV in it, before looking back at your face. “It was fun being your friend y/n. Until you betrayed me.”

“I did—“ You cut yourself off with a scream, feeling the IV tube in your hand being pulled out harshly. Your eyes widened, looking at the girl as she hold the tube in her hand before smashing it against the floor.

While shards of glass went everywhere, she still held the piece of the tube in her hand, with its sharp edges.

“If I can’t get out of here fast enough, it’ll look like you did this to yourself.” She speaks.

Before you could even process what was going on, the girl raised the sharp tool, plunging it into your stomach area once before taking it out, and holding it up again.

Your stomach ached in pain, making you weaker than you were before. Holding up both of your hands, you attempted to push the girl, actually succeeding.

She fell down, releasing her grip on your hair.

“You’re a crazy bitch.” You tell her, trying to pin her arms and legs down, but it was too hard for you. She eventually succeeded you, flipping the two of you over and pinning you down to the floor with the broken tube that was in her hand scratching your arms a couple of times.

Before she could hurt you again, the door to your room finally opened, and you see nurses rushing into the room, pulling the girl away from you.

You watched as your mother entered the room, followed by your brother and Mark, who all had their eyes widened. They all rushed to you.

“Y/n? Oh my gosh.” Jisung panics, seeing you on the ground. “I should’ve never left.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” You breathed out, hand applying pressure to your wound. Some of the nurses had put you back on your bed, immediately tending to you, while the other nurses had dragged Somi out of the room.

After your wound was fixed up (thankfully it wasn’t that bad), you had to explain to both the nurses and your mother what had happened.

“She tried to hurt you before too, didn’t she?” Your mother asks, and you nodded. “I think she should be put in a mental hospital, or jail. Somewhere where she’d be far away from you.” You couldn’t agree more.

When your mother had gone out of the room to talk to the police officers that were called after the incident, you were left alone with Jisung and Mark.

“She’s crazy.” Mark exclaimed. “I can’t believe that—I mean, what if—I can't even think straight.” He says, not able to form his sentences completely.

“We would’ve been back here sooner if Mark didn’t insist on going to the vending machine after I found him.” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“I was hungry, I’m sorry.” Mark apologises. “Don’t be sorry.” You tell him.

Mark sits down on a chair beside your bed and gives you a small smile. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it lightly. “I don’t know what I would do if—“ he stops himself. “I mean, I’d have no one to tease anymore if something worse happened to you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked, and Mark nodded. You playfully rolled your eyes, taking your hand out of his, just as the door to your room opened.

Looking at the door, you saw Jeno, who stood there, out of breath.

“Wha—did you run here?” Mark asks the boy.

“Y/n! You’re okay!” Jeno says, looking at you. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay.” He walks until he’s standing beside your bed, looking at you.

“I’m fine. I just hope—“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the boy cut you off.

“We saw a girl on a stretcher in the hallways and we thought it was you, so we got worried.” Jeno explains. “The girl...she—the doctors were trying to defibrillate her.”

“Who’s ‘we?’” You asked, just as Haechan also appeared at the door, running into the room. “Guys, we have a big problem.” He says.

“What is it?”

“Somi’s dead.”

October 25th, 2:30 p.m

Although there were 8 people in the room, the room remained silent. No one spoke, too shocked from earlier events to even say a word.

You sat on your bed, looking down at your carpeted floor as the 7 boys in your room sat on a circle on the floor.

About 30 minutes ago when you had gotten home from the hospital, your mother sat you all in the living room to discuss everything that was happening.

You all decided to spare her by not telling her about the crazy app you had that was forcing you to do stupid things. You had only told her that Somi turned crazy and tried to kill you when you all were hanging out at your house that day. You weren’t completely lying.

In turn for you explaining what had happened before with Somi, you mother explained that after the nurses dragged Somi out of your hospital room, she had grabbed something sharp and cut herself with it, many times.

Even though Somi had done all of that stuff to you, you hated hearing that. You hated hearing that she ended her own life.

After telling what happened, your mother decided to cook you guys lunch, and you all went up to your room until she was finished. And that’s how you got to where you were now.

You all had been in your room, in silence, for about 10 minutes.

Finally, after about 2 more minutes of silence, someone spoke up.

“How could an app be the cause of all of this?” Asked Mark. “We ask ourselves that everyday.” Haechan responded.

“So, are you just going to do nothing about it?” Mark asks you all. Everyone turns to face him.

“What are we supposed to do?” Jeno asks.

“We tried to stop playing and that didn’t work. We can’t delete the app, and we can’t ignore it.” Renjun explains to Mark.

“You’re just going to let it control your life?” Mark asks. “It’s hurt all of you guys in one way or another, so surely you’ve thought of other ways to stop it, right?”

“Like what?” You ask.

Mark looks at you and shrugs. “This is like...demon shit, isn’t it? So maybe you guys have to do a ritual or something to stop it.”

“Like in the movies?” Chenle asks, with wide eyes.

“Something like that.” Mark responds.

“Like,” you started. “a sacrifice?”

“Maybe?” Mark asks. “Have you guys searched up anything about the game yet? Maybe try to get in contact with the game developers or something?”

“I tried to contact the developers a while ago, but I didn’t get a response.” Jeno says.

Haechan takes his phone out of his pocket, going to the internet and searching up the game. For minutes, he searched, and searched.

“Guys,” he starts. “I’m not seeing anything. Nothing suspicious. All I see are positive reviews and—wait!” He exclaims, causing all of you to look at him in anticipation as he stares at his phone.

“It’s titled ‘Truth or Dare: deeper than you think’.” Your best friend says. Clicking on the link to the article, he begins reading a little of it to himself. “I found it!” He says before speaking again.

“It says we have to get the first phone that downloaded the game—“

“Somi’s phone.”

“—we have to take it to a church. It has an address here so I think we have to go to a specific one. 522 Linden street.” He explains.

Jeno immediately gets on his phone and starts typing in the address. “It’s about three and a half hours away from here.”

Haechan reads through the article, stopping at something that caught his eyes. “The normal instructions are to just take the phone to the church and destroy it.” He tells you all.

“Normal?” Renjun asks.

“There’s normal instructions,” Haechan starts. “and then there’s a different set of instructions for people who have lost other people while playing the game.”

“What’s the difference?”

He looks at his phone before speaking again. “The special instructions are to get the phone, along with something that was own by the person who died, and a person who was close to them.”

At the end of his sentence, everyone looked at Jaemin. He hadn’t said anything since you all arrived at your house.

“What are the rest of the instructions?” You asked, getting the attention off of Jaemin. Haechan looks back at his phone.

“We have to take all of those things to the church.” He explains. “Apparently there used to be cult that had their meetings in that church, so it’s filled with pentagrams and all that stuff. That’s why it’s the best place to go.”

“Pentagrams? So this app is….being controlled by the devil?” Mark asks. “Could be.” Jeno answers.

“Choose an object dear to the deceased, feel no guilt, nor remorse in taking the object. The object will not hold any power until blooded.” Haechan reads from the article. “So we have to put the phone and the possession of the person onto a pentagram that should be on the floor of the church. Then the person who’s close to the person that died is supposed to put some of their blood onto the possession. Having the phone there is supposed to summon the spirit in the app, and having the object is supposed to summon the spirit of the dead person.”

“And after the blood of the person goes onto the object,” he continues. “we have to destroy the phone. specifically in that order.”

“Wait a minute,” Chenle starts. “how are we supposed to get any of this stuff? How are we supposed to get Somi’s phone, and something else that belongs to her?”

“Maybe we should sneak into her house and—“ Haechan starts, but is cut off.

“I can go to her house.” Jaemin speaks for the first time. “Her parents know me. They’ll let me in if I tell them that I left something of mine there.”

“Jaemin you don’t have to—“

“I have to.” He says. “I need all of this to be over already. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt. Or worse.”

The room went silent. You all had been through so much. It needed to end as soon as possible.

You couldn’t help but notice how sad Jaemin looked. Or how sad all of your friends looked. Even if you stopped the app from getting to you guys again, the things that it’s already done will still be known.

“I know it’s sad now, but once we do this and finally get the app to leave us alone, things will get better, I promise.” Haechan says. “We all just need to stick together until then. Don’t do anything stupid, and definitely don’t let that stupid app control you.”

“We’ll be okay.” You say to everyone.

“You promise?” Jisung asks, look at you. You felt like you would cry. You wanted to do anything you possibly could to protect your brother, and your friends. You didn’t want anyone getting hurt anymore.

“I promise.” You said, putting out both of your pinky fingers so Mark and Haechan, who sat on both sides of you, could link their fingers with yours. One by one, everyone in the group had their pinkies intertwined with the people sitting beside them.

“Until everything clears up, let’s all stick together, and not fight with each other, okay?” Renjun asks, and everyone agrees.

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Symphogear, EP.7 (Cont.)

“i have not now, nor ever, liked this creepy ass church elevator.”

“kanade please get out of my head, just because im hungry doesnt mean you have to tell me every time i am”

Hibiki finishes getting a full body X-ray. She’s fine.

“that anime protagonist immunity is really kicking in well!”

“by the way, your wife is here! and she’s looking mighty miffed., as opposed to me, mighty milfed.”

“you dont strike me as a mother figure but ill play along for now”

“i just hope miku’s okay...”

“oh, she’ll be fine! see, i’ve seen these kinds of plots before. big secret revealed, another lover is shown, the victim watches as they’re thoroughly cheated on, and they get to lik-”

“please stop breathing”

Genjuro’s wasting away again in Margaritaville. Looking for some daughter to adopt. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT THERE’S A, WOOOOMAAAAAN TO BLAAAAAAAAAAME, BUT HE KNOWS

XYLOPHONE RIFF

THAT’S IT’S ALL HIS FAULT

XYLOPHONE RIFF

“i hate it when he gets like this. jimmy buffets not a good look for him.”

“for once you and i agree. seeing the commander sulk like this like a middle aged perma-tourist is genuinely miserable”

“hey homies! im back and i brought some bitches! oh, jesus, why does this place smell like mistakes in miami?”

“its me. im sorry. every time i feel like i failed as a dad, my anti-dad energies manifest. imagine every midlife crisis rolled up into a single ball, smacked into the face for eternity. thats the depth of my pain for failing this girl.”

In a moment of positivity, the friendship between Tsubasa and Hibiki is cemented.

> Tsubasa has joined the party.

“FRIENDSHIP!”

“fweindship.”

“uuuuhhhhh... dadship? yeah thats close enough.”

“WE’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS!”

“ya tiddies are ringing again, better go get it”

Ryoko also points out that Hibiki’s relic is fusing with herself at an alarming rate. This is important to keep in mind.

Meanwhile, at night.

Miku is posing in the motherly “you done fucked up, where have you been young lady” position. A cold scolding is coming.

“.........................hey miku......”

“you can come in. are you worried im gonna bite? you suplexed a car. that shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“miku, i.... i wanted to tell you.... but.... the plot wouldn’t let me, miku....”

“should’ve told the plot to fuck off anyway. now you’re gonna live with that. you’re sleeping... on the bottom bunk.”

“b.... b..... b...... b.... b...... bottom bunk...?”

They slept separately that night. God, this is so stupid. All of this is so goddamned stupid. “I’m so mad at you even though you saved my life.” This is just so. AUGH. THIS IS DUMB. KANEKO WRITE BETTER ANGST THAT MAKES SENSE THAT ISN’T THIS.

Meanwhile, far away from this garbage...

Chris, having been evicted from Fine’s McMansion, wanders the streets of mumblemumble aimlessly. Don’t be fooled by her new fancy dress. Basically, she’s a combat-competent hobo.

“no food. no home. no victories. this sucks. whyd you do it, fine? we coulda been great together. but no. ya fired me. now i look like im prancing the red light district with a highly advanced superweapon around my neck.”

“no... hibiki’s to blame. ever since that genderbent little mac showed up to fight me, it’s been all downhill. fine thought me a laughstock because i couldnt take out her oversized boxing gloves, and now she beat me while i had nehushtan. god... i wish i never met that damn hamster faced chubby cheeked nerd.”

“wait, whats that crying”

Chris spies two kids talking to each other, one of them crying. Chris immediately makes an assumption, believing the big bro is bullying his sis.

“hey! stop nicking her lunch money, twerp”

Chris currently is a firm believer of corporeal punishment.

But the sister deflects the blow. Chris can’t even defeat children right now. Truly, this is a record low for her. You know you blew it when even kids are schooling you on basic morality. She then tells the little girl to stop crying, ironically mirroring her brother.

The infamous double T-Pose maneuver. Chris, you might as well get a shovel and start digging your own grave.

“i keep doing bad things badly, and now im doing good things badly... when fine said i was bad... did she just mean im not talented?”

Chris, finally, does a good thing and helps these kids find their parents.

“yeah. hibiki saved a kid when she got her gear. guess what? bam! im saving two! that’s fifty percent more kid per kid saved. take that, weirdo.”

The kids call her out on Chris singing unconsciously, and Chris gets flustered over it. Dawwwwww.

Chris manages to get them to safety to their Dad...

...while brutally lying about it, making Chris look like a predator. There’s a very crushing irony at play here, given who Chris used to serve.

“ugggggggggggggggghhhhhh hes not even gonna payyyyy meeeeeee why the fuck did i dooooo thiiiiiiissssss”

“hey, you know. you kids have a really nice relationship with one another. care to give me tips on how to be an empathetic human being capable of making friends?”

“maybe we’re born with it”

“maybe its maybeline”

“maybeline...”

Meanwhile...

A cold wind blows through Lydian Apartment 69-L. (I don’t actually know if that’s their room number, I just made it up.)

“jesus take the wheel, because i’m jumping out the passenger seat to save this current wreck of a relationship”

“miku please i saved your life, doesnt that count for anything”

“you already killed me the moment you lied. also im taking the bottom bunk so i dont have to see your face coming down the ladder.”

“miku you cant hide in this depression den forever. i know i hurt you and im sorry for it, but please understand i literally couldnt do it. you saw there were punches and violence and stuff... i didnt want you tied to that...”

“what was that? i cant hear your apologies over my incredibly loud snoring. SNOOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOORE. SNOOO- fuck, i just swallowed my spit, fuck”

“i hope this cocoon of displeasure you’ve made for yourself lets you erupt into a butterfly of acceptance so i can fly with you again.”

“......thats not fair. you cant say those beautiful metaphors and get away with it. let me be mad... sniff... let me be mad...”

Sadness wafts in the den of lies Hibiki has been forced into.

No music plays. There is only heartbreak, and woe.

In the midst of this pain...

Ryoko loredumps about how the Symphogears work and are immune to the noise on her blog, ‘hornyonmainforscience.org’, her hybrid science journal slash kink zone. It’s mostly a recap with some pretty good soft techno beats in it.

“i made a custom brew of red bull, five hour energy drink, coffee, and cream. i call it gamer girl piss.”

“damn. that’s some good piss.”

She muses about how Hibiki has managed to break the limitations of her Symphogear, making her a totally unique specimen. Wait, where have we heard this before...?

Hey... Ryoko... let’s just... cool it a bit with the Hibiki pictures... come on...

Ryoko touches upon the Custodians and the Curse of Babel. We ain’t touching that shit until later, because that’s another shitfuck box of crazy just ready to jump us in a dark alleyway to rob us of our wits.

Back to Lydian:

“miku whats the answer to the first three multiple choice questions”

“B. A. D.”

“oh, thanks. huh, BAD.”

“yeah. you are.”

“mmm. taste likes dissapointment. just like my life.”

“hey table for two haha get it cause there’s two chairs and miku for the love of god, please, forgive me”

“ive surgically removed my eyes and drew eyelashes over them with sharpie so i dont have to see your bird bangs.”

“thats very rude to both me and my hair. also, wig.”

Even Hibiki’s meal is judging her. Mainly for not eating it. Fucking look at this. God, that looks amazing. Fuck, why did I write this while I was hungry.

“miku you cant do this forever. i might die and youll end up crying on my tombstone going ‘oh god, why, oh god’, and really, i cant live with myself if that happens. mainly because id already be dead by then”

The Anime Janai crew show up to break some icebergs with a goddamn sledgehammer. As the self-aware Gods of this realm, they got very tired of this poor display of angst, and have decided to directly intervene.

Nevermind. They came for her kneecaps, and they most certainly got them.

PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. END THIS GARBAGE PLOT THREAD.

“look. imma lay down the facts. yall are gay. yall are in love. yall are angry for the wrong reasons. its nobody’s fault here but the writer. so please kiss and make up. pretty please.”

“kaneko... you fool... we all know what the original sin is. its your hack writing making this stupidity in the first place. let the pencil go, asshole!”

They bring up the fact that Hibiki isn’t doing her work and wonder if she has a job on the side, which isn’t allowed by the school. Miku gets annoyed and bails, with Hibiki running after her. Unfortunately, Miku runs faster...

“oh god miku not the rooftop whatever you’re thinking just dont do it! please!”

“no. i came here to angst, since this is the Maximum Angst Zone.”

“i..... okay! okay, that’s fair! rooftops are the perfect place to look sad while getting proper air ventilation, thats fine”

It really would have been better played if it was played off that she felt hurt not because of the lie, but because she felt like she could have helped her better having known the truth, and it being a self-loathing sort of scenario for not being there better for her and not fully understanding the risk at play.

But no, instead, we get this.

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Absolutely obliterated. A heart ripped, shredded, and sent to the Shadow Realm.

The episode ends on that note, but has a post credit scene.

Naked. On an old timey telephone. On a computer. Wearing stockings and long gloves.

The main antagonist of the series, everybody.

She’s talking the best English possible to some random-ass American when suddenly bursting through the scene is none other than:

“I WANT WORKERS COMPENSATION YOU BITCH, BEFORE I UNIONIZE YOUR NAKED ASS”

“AND I WANT A GOOD REFERNECE FOR MY FUTURE EMPLOYER, AND ALSO A SEVERANCE PACKAGE SINCE I’M FUCKING HOMELESS”

“i paint my eyelashes with mascara made from the tar of freshly carbonated corpses manufactured through noise, what on gods green earth compels you to think id give a rats ass about you?”

“so you never cared, huh! you’re just a nasty naked hedonist trying to- trying to- what the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

“i want to live the dream every spicy little fossil like me yearns for.”

“I WANNA FUCK GOD!”

“how- what? what? how do you even- what? are you- do you want to be the pope? is that it? does the pope get to fuck god? are you- is this a larping thing? you’ve really been into larping lately! i don’t like this!”

“youve never read the old testament, have you. ass out, pussy bare, hips up and barefoot. that’s how god’s always liked it.”

“now get lost, punk. you tipped off my hand to genjuro and now you being here is going to ruin everything. if you still feel any semblance of devotion, eat one of your own bullets and call it a day.”

“it’s 2012 bitch, if the mayans dont get you, I WILL”

“what god gives, He takes away, and so do i. i built you from the ground up. your relic, which was good for jack shit on you. the nehushtan, which you failed to do anything with except zap a couple hundred people. stop wars? you’re a walking war, waged by me, for me. and your cartridge has just run out of bullets.”

“uh oh! hand’s acting up again! better bail before i send you back to smacktown where all the bitter little shittalkers like you strut around spending their lives being useless as hell.”

“ah fuck, im not dealing with no manos: the hands of fate bullshit again”

“and guess what else i got on motherfucker”

“i see the union efforts have officially been busted. understandable, have a nice day ma’am”

“LEAVE.”

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING”

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