Oak sighs as he turns the last page of his book, War and Peace, and drops it onto his lap. His days had gone from hanging out with friends, training for football and neglecting his ever growing pile of homework to sitting on his ass all day in the hospital reading books and staring at the ceiling.
Really, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for his predicament. He and his friends had been messing around one day after school when all of a sudden he had heard a distinct crack. Now he had no idea what was going to happen next for him, the doctors said that with his fractured femur he couldn’t play football anymore so what was he supposed to do next?
“You already finished it?” A voice sounds from the doorway, he quickly looks up to find his girlfriend Y/N leaning against the door frame.
“It’s easy to get through a book when you’ve got nothing else to do” he admits as Y/N makes her way over and plants a kiss on his cheek.
“That thing is over 1000 pages long, and I gave it to you like a week ago” she points out as she sinks into the chair by his bed.
He glances down at the thick novel in his hands and shrugs. “It wasn’t that bad, I just have a lot of time on my hands in here” he admits.
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.
Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.
“Let me fix you.” You mumbled, reaching for the gauze that sat on the table near you. Your thoughts were jumbling together and your hands were visibly shaking.
Your eyes fogged over with tears and you sniffled as you began to unwrap the gauze. Your hands felt like bricks and you couldn’t seem to rip off a piece of gauze, which frustrated you greatly.
Owen’s hand gently took the roll from your hands and ripped off the piece with no problem. He looked up at you from the chair he was sat in with a worried expression.
“Hey,” His voice caught your attention, his hand swiping your wrist before you could turn away from him. You couldn’t help but feel the millions of butterflies erupt in your stomach because of the slight rasp in his voice.
“Y/n. Eyes on me, okay?” Why does he have to do this? To many feels were crashing around inside of you now. But you turned your gaze towards him, pain washed through his features when he saw your tear stained cheeks.
“At least I’m not dead.” He joked, trying to make you smile. It worked, a small smile formed on your lips but you still rolled your eyes. “No need for tears if I’m not dead or dying, alright? Seeing you cry hurts more than this.” He motioned towards his stomach where the injury was.
“Just let me fix you.” You gave him a weak laugh before wiping away the remaining tears and beginning to patch him up. “Seeing you in pain hurts more than anything, Owen.”
I was looking through my folders and found this old wip? so I polished it up a lil and here it is! Asuna and Lisbeth are my fav SAO characters by far, I really wish we got to see more of their relationship
Michfest dying is like when the shitty douchefuck villain keeps trying to fuck up the protagonist and finally the villain gets defeated and is hanging over a cliff and the protag is like, “shit, grab my hand!”
And the villain is holding on to the protagonist’s hand and the protag is saying, “look we don’t have to fight, i’ll just haul you up, we can end this”
And the villain stares her in the eye and says, “I will never stoop so low as to have peace with you” and lets go of her hand, dropping like a brick to a grisly off camera death far below, never breaking eye contact.
Michfest is a mustache twirling asshole who would rather splatter on the ground than stop being transmisogynist lmao