he cries like no other


His name is Kin… but the nickname “Moist” was way too good to pass up lmao.  

tbh its really nice that keith does cry, and from what it seems like he does it a lot, because with the way he holds himself and how strong he is he seems to be the least likely person to cry a lot but he does and thats really cool

I don’t get crushes.
That is a line from Jughead Volume Two issue nine.
You know what else Jughead says in Jughead Volume Two (issue eleven page ten if you wanna get real specific)?
“I don’t go on dates, Sabrina. I don’t like people that way, you know?
He didn’t say “I don’t get crushes on girls” or “I don’t like girls that way”. He said he doesn’t get crushes, period. He said he doesn’t like people that way. That’s just about as close to saying “I’m aromantic” as you can get without actually saying “I’m aromantic.”

So in conclusion: Jughead is canonically aromantic and I have the proof on my fucking bookshelf and nobody can convince me otherwise.

after all these years, shishio is happy. after six. freaking. years. shishio finally has the chance to be with someone with whom he can truly be himself again.

i am so, so happy for him, because he deserved so much more from hnr, seriously. and he finally has the chance to be happy. i never saw him smile that much since he was with suzume, and i want to cry for him (no, really, i got choked up when i saw his smile in the last couple pages).

and, y'know, what really makes me happy about this one-shot? we see the fruit of his labor. he’s more honest now, and suzume taught him that. he put away the sushi tie, because he didn’t want anything to hinder his chances with samejima. he bit the bullet and kissed her, because he liked her and wanted her to know that. he freaking waited outside his apartment for who knows how long, in the cold, for samejima to come back home so that he could tell her the truth, because dammit he’s messed things up twice already and he didn’t want to lose a good thing a third time.

he did the running this time, and man. i was pissed before over the hnr ending, despite being a mazume shipper, but now i’m just happy that shishio can be happy because this guy really deserved it. ;_;

Voltron Adopts an Alien Baby

I’ve been thinkin about this for a while and could u imagine if the Voltron gang found themselves stuck with a Galran baby?? I know similar hcs already exist but still

It starts when the team returns from a mission on a planet that was taken over by the Galra. It was a success, and they get back to the castle to celebrate when they hear crying coming from the black lion. after a brief investigation, and some screaming from Lance, the gang finds themselves standing over a purple mass of fluff. (it’s probably like two years old).

They tried to give her to a non-Galran family but, well, no one wanted to take care of her for obvious reasons.

So Team Voltron unexpectedly became parents of a Galran baby that’s cool.

Allura vows to protect the child at all costs. Just because she’s Galran doesn’t mean she’s the enemy. She hasn’t learned to operate under the tyranny of Zarkon—she’s innocent. To drive this point home Allura affectionately dubs her the honorary newest member of the team, the Purple Paladin. Allura’s not the most..patient..person, so when the baby doesn’t listen to her or does the exact opposite of what she asks, it takes all of her energy not to scream into the sky. Instead she hands the baby off to someone else and aggressively studies how they handle the baby. But the moments that they do get along, Allura wears the fondest smile and she’s filled with all the compassionate love in the universe because as someone who’s lost her entire family and more, she’ll happily cherish the new addition to her family.

Coran is the best uncle ever. He feeds her with the Altean equivalent of “here comes the airplane,” and he does the Dad™ thing where she stands on his feet and walks with him. I mean did you see Coran when they met the Arusians? He was coddling them like children the whole time. Coran even lets her play with his glorious stache now and then. I mean how could he say no to cute baby puppy eyes. Coran is also in charge of watching her whenever the Paladins are out on missions and Allura is busy supervising the Paladins. In this time, Coran shows her a map of the galaxy and promptly puts her to sleep with his stories of old.

Shiro is hesitant. He doesn’t trust himself around her because she’s Galran and his mind races with insistent what ifs. But as soon as he sees her nuzzling against Allura as she cradles the beansprout in her arms, and then the baby reaches out to Shiro and wraps her little fingers around Shiro’s pinky, he’s a goner. Shiro becomes an absolute sucker for the tiny girl and proudly assumes his role as Space Dad. He beams at her every tiny accomplishment and hangs her doodles on the would-be fridge. He even lets her ride on his shoulders because she likes to feel big n tall. Shiro becomes very protective of her and would lay down his life to shield her from the corruptive force of Zarkon’s empire. This little girl has the chance to be free from Zarkon’s grasp—something he didn’t have—and he would protect that at all costs.

Lance is freaked out at first because GALRAN BABY ON OUR SHIP?? But the boy grew up with a bunch of younger siblings so how could he not take to her as if she were his own flesh and blood little sis. Lance is the best at making her laugh and he does it so much that whenever the little babs sees Lance she erupts into a fit of giggles and baby clapping because she knows Lance is about to break out his comedy act. She also brings out Lance’s surprisingly tender side that none of the other Paladins got to see before. Lance insists on tucking her into bed and reading a bedtime story with silly voices—and even gets Keith to reluctantly play along. Lance also has a way with soothing a child’s cries and he can rock a baby to sleep like nobody’s business.

On the other hand, Keith is almost the opposite. At first anyway. He had no siblings growing up and never got along with other kids like ever. And now with this small…puff around the ship, he has no idea what to do and felt more comfortable leaving her to the rest of the crew. But to his dismay the alien baby took a strong liking to Keith hmm I wonder why a Galran baby would feel attached to Keith and had the uncanny ability to find Keith when he hid to avoid her. (just think of that scene from Monsters Inc. when Sully was just minding his own business and this strange little monster would appear out of nowhere clinging to his backside). Gradually, Keith learned how to interact with her. He felt awkward looking down at her all the time so whenever she tried to speak with him he’d crouch down to eye-level and have a serious conversation about this cool rock she found. Keith begrudgingly helps Lance tell her bedtime stories, but one time she wanted a lullaby—no not from you Lance—and when Keith sang she was out in under a minute. Keith liked singing her lullabies more than he cared to admit (and the same was true for Lance, who was peeved Keith was better at this than him but also mesmerized by Keith’s singing voice like wow).

Hunk is the Galra baby’s main source of hugs and body warmth. She likes to crawl all over him and when she’s sleepy she’ll conk out in his arms—and hunk is completely unfazed by it. He’ll automatically shift to a whisper voice and continue doing whatever it is he was doing before because Hunk’s chill like that. But he also is the worst offender with the baby voice. His baby voice is so mushy and high pitched it’s awful to everyone except the baby who loves it. Hunk also likes to chastise the others for coddling her too much—you can’t give her everything she wants or she’ll be spoiled—but when it comes to himself he cannot resist those puppy watery eyes oh my god.

Pidge teaches her how to do the perfect puppy dog eyes. She also tinkers around with old Altean devices to make some neat-o toys for the kid, and definitely does not use that as an excuse to play with toys. Pidge is grateful to have someone smaller than herself on the team. The baby has some real grabby hands though so she has to yell for Hunk or Lance to grab the baby when she’s trying to tinker with her gadgets. She and the baby might get into petty spats for attention sometimes, but Pidge is impressed by how smart the teeny thing is and at the end of the day it’s nice to have another girl on the team and if that’s not reason enough to fiercely protect her then she doesn’t know what is.

They met up over winter break.

Kei’s trying his best to school a face of indifference but he can’t because Kuroo’s here and Kuroo’s standing right next to me and Kuroo’s taking a selfie with me and Kuroo and Kuroo and

I apologize for the delay! I started this about two weeks ago, but then I suddenly got really, really into needle knitting and neglected to work on it (I am currently donning my freshly knit teal garter-stitch scarf I named Orange. I am content and currently in the middle of a cream-coloured mistake-stitch scarf (◡‿◡✿)). 

I drew this in celebration of my city finally getting some epic snowfall. I’m so excited for the holidays!

I used FireAlpaca to make this! Thank you to the anon who recommended this software to me ( ˘ ³˘)♥, I quite like it.

Thank you reading and uh, looking at my drawing teehee

Accidents Happen (Part 2/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: I wrote this while I was supposed to be working on my assignment due, tonight. LOL. Also, I hope you like this series, because luckily I am finding it easy to write! I have no idea how many parts this will be, yet!

Warnings: Swearing, teen pregnancy, talk about pregnancy options, etc.

Accidents Happen Masterlist // Masterlist 

Originally posted by sddonald22

I’m Pregnant.”

The silence that followed that miniscule sentence was deafening.

You knew he had heard you. He had immediately stiffened, and you could hear that he had stopped breathing. His hand was shaking in shock.

Oh fuck. What is wrong with him? He hasn’t said anything for a few minutes, now. Is he alright? Why hasn’t he moved? “Peter? Are you okay?”

“How do you know?” He asked, voice strained. He let go of the hand he was still holding and put his head in his hands.

You turned to your purse, taking out the folder, “I kept getting sick. I knew something was wrong – I just hoped it wouldn’t be this, of all things. I saw the doctor.”


You handed him the folder, “Spotting but no period, dizziness, headaches, vomiting… I had all the signs. I went to Planned Parenthood. They confirmed it, had me do an ultrasound, and handed me a folder of pamphlets on options and do’s and don’ts.”

He opened the folder and stared at it for a few minutes, looking through all of the pamphlets. Then, he slowly picked up the ultrasound pictures. He immediately put the pictures back in the folder and dropped the folder onto the bench. After a long, but shaky breath, he turned to you, “What options do we have?”

You shook your head, “Abortion, adoption, or keeping it.” You stood up, biting your thumbnail and starting to pace, “I don’t know what option to take.”

“We’re sixteen.” He breathed out, rubbing his face with his hands, “We aren’t ready for a baby. We haven’t even been dating that long.” He stopped, standing up, “I thought you were on the pill?”

Ah crap. “I-I was.” You turned away, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I missed a pill. From camp. I forgot them at home.”

“What the hell, Y/n!” He carded his hands through his hair in frustration, “Isn’t that something you should have probably told me before we had sex?”

“I didn’t know until later! I thought if I took two, I would be fine!” You said defensively, “Don’t act like this is all my fault! You didn’t use any forms of contraception, either!”

“Because I knew you were on the pill!” He shouted, standing up and letting out a frustrated groan, “Whatever! We both fucked up. Takes two to tango. What do we do, now?”

“I don’t know!” You sobbed out, sitting back down on the bench, “I can’t be a mom! I don’t even know what it’s like to have a mom – let alone be one!” You put your face in your hands and let the anxiety and panic take over. Sobs wracked your whole body, and you didn’t know what the hell to do.

Peter crouched in front of you, pulling you into his arms. “Babe, calm down.” His hands ran up and down your back in a soothing motion, much like he did any other times you cried in front of him – which was not often. “We’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You whispered, pressing your face into his neck and hiccupping, “I’m not ready for this.”

“So that scratches out one option, then.” He pulled back a little, “Can I say something, without you getting upset?” You nodded. “I think we should pick abortion.”

“Can I ask why?” You sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“We both aren’t ready to be parents, for one thing.” He said, getting up to sit next to you, “And I don’t think it would be wise to do adoption, because… I don’t know if it will be affected by… me. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You nodded, clearing your throat. “I wondered about that.”

“What do you think?” He grabbed your hands, “This isn’t just my decision. What do you think about all of this?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, tired from all the crying and anxiety, “I’m not ready to be a mom, but I feel bad.” You sighed, defeated. “I think you’re right. I think we should pick abortion.”

He nodded, “Okay. We can go tomorrow, after school.”


You went home, after that. You needed time to yourself. You needed to think. Could you do this? Could you really have an abortion? Is it murder? Is it the best option? You seemed to think so, at the time, but the longer you sat on your old bed in your crap apartment, you felt even more confused than before.

“Y/n!” Your mom yelled from the bathroom, “Get the fuck out, tonight, I have another man-friend coming over for some business.”

You grimaced, “Yeah, alright. I’ll go to Peter’s.”

“I don’t give a fuck where you go, just don’t be here!” She yelled, coming to your door. She looked like a mess. Her hair may have been healthy and clean when she was younger, but it just looked ratty and dirty, now. She was too skinny, her wrinkles more pronounced than when you had been younger, and she just looked… sick.

“Mom, have you been eating?” You asked, noting the dress she was wearing had been yours. “You look like you’ve lost more weight.”

“Well, thank you, baby girl.” She smiled, wobbling a little on her heels, “Mikey has me on a new diet.”

Oh, Jesus. Mikey. Her ‘boyfriend’.

“Well, it must be working.” You said with fake enthusiasm. “Anyways, let me pack, quick, and I’ll leave.”


It was cold, but you had managed to make it to Peter’s in half the time it usually took. You figured that Peter wouldn’t be home, yet. He had stayed at the tower for extra training with Natasha and Bucky. What you weren’t expecting, was for Aunt May to be home. She usually worked later on week days.

“Y/n?” May called from the kitchen, “That you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, May! It’s me! Mom has a gentleman over, tonight, so I’m crashing here.” You called out, leaving your coat on a hanger by the door.

“I made dinner.” She said when you walked into the kitchen, “Come eat with m-… are you alright?”

What the actual fuck is that smell? Is that smell supposed to be spaghetti? Oh my god. A wave of nausea washed over you. You usually loved May’s spaghetti. You pushed your lips together, willing yourself not to puke. Nope. You ran to the bathroom, not making it to the toilet and throwing up in the sink.

“Y/n, sweetheart, are you sick?” She came over and felt your forehead as you spit in the sink.

You burst into tears. Not the tears that you had with Peter, previously. Straight up hysterical, soul crushing tears. Sobs were the only sound coming from the bathroom. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t keep yourself up, anymore.

“Oh, my goodness.” May caught you as you slid to the floor, sitting down with you and pulling you close, “Oh, honey, what’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“I-I-I’m…” You couldn’t breathe. You were gasping for breath, arms wrapped protectively around yourself. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t go through with this. You didn’t want the abortion. You didn’t know how to say this aloud, though.

“Honey, are you pregnant?” She whispered, arms tightening around you.

All you could do was nod. You leaned your head back against the bathroom cupboards, wiping your eyes.

“Does Peter know?”

“I told him a few hours ago.” You sniffed, staring up at the ceiling. “W-we settled on a decision, but I don’t think I want to follow through with it.”

“Abortion, you mean?” She rubbed her hand up and down your back, like Peter did when you cried. That must be who he got it from. “You settled on abortion?”

“Yeah.” You croaked out, “But I don’t want to do it. I’m not ready to be a mom, but I can’t help but feel this ache in my chest when I think about anything happening to my baby.” You turned to look at May, who had a look of sympathy on her face, “I just don’t know how to tell Peter.”

“Do you want me to tell him?” She asked, moving so she was gripping your hand, “He called before you got here and said he was on his way home. I could tell him.”

“No, I should tell him. I just…need a minute, first.” You leaned over to hug her, “Are you mad?”

“Honestly, I’m a little disappointed that you two weren’t more careful,” She squeezed you harder, “But I could never be mad at you. Accidents happen. You’re smart kids, you’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks, May.”

She left the bathroom, after another long hug. Hopefully, she was ridding the apartment of that putrid smell.

After a long sigh, you pushed yourself up from the floor and set about cleaning the sink. You didn’t want to look too closely at your vomit, and held your breath until it was all cleaned and the smell was gone. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror and gasped. You looked like shit. You looked stressed. Your eyes had circles around them, were red rimmed, and looked like they had been rubbed many times – which they had. Your face was paler than normal, but you looked like you had gained a little weight.

Which, you had.

You turned, pulling up your shirt and staring at your stomach. There was a small bump, there was no doubt about it. How had you been so stupid? How did you think that it was ‘just a little weight gain’? That was a baby bump, right there. You felt so stupid and naive. You had been taught at a young age about sex. Your mother had made sure of it, after she had you at nineteen. You had been through health classes, talked about it with your mom and May, and had read all the safe-sex articles when you went on birth control.

You ran your fingers over the small bump residing between your hips. A wave of protectiveness washed through you. You weren’t going to let anything happen to this baby. You were going to be a parent to this child, and this child was going to have a better fucking life than you ever had.

You were going to make sure of it.

“Y/n? Babe?” Peter knocked on the door to the bathroom, “Can I come in?”

You pushed your shirt back down, reaching over to unlock the door and let him in. He kissed you quickly, pulling you into his chest, “What’s going on? May said something was up with you?”

You pulled back and leaned against the opposite wall, strangely confident, “I’ve decided not to go through with an abortion. I can’t.”

“What? What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?” He huffed, sitting down on the bathroom counter and leaning his head back against the mirror, “What the hell? I thought we talked about this, and had an agreement.”

“I can’t go through with it, Peter.” You put a hand on your stomach, “I’m sorry, but I won’t.”

“We’re sixteen, Y/n!” He gestured between the two of you, “We can’t just have a baby! We haven’t even graduated high school!” He lowered his voice, “My ‘internship’ is dangerous! You know that! What about the safety of this child, huh? We can’t even guarantee our own!”

“We can figure something out.” You defended, “Nothing you can say will make me change my mind. I’m not having an abortion.”

“I can’t – and wont – make you have an abortion,” He hopped down from the sink, “But you can’t just make major decisions that affect both of us – without me! This is my life, too! We’re both not ready for this!”

You shrugged, unable to say anything else. You’d said what you needed to say. You’d made your decision. It was up to him, now, to see where he fit in this decision. Was he going to stay, or was he going to go?

“I need some fucking air.” He huffed, ripping open the bathroom door. “I need time to think. I’m going to Ned’s.”

You followed him to the front door. “Are you fucking serious? You can’t just walk out! We need to talk about this.” You threw your hands up, tears streaming down your face.

“You seem like you have everything figured out.” He scoffed, throwing his sweatshirt on, “You clearly don’t need my input for major life decisions.” His eyes looked watery.

You flinched as he slammed the front door closed.

Well… That went well…

Part 3

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Bubba feet

Okay so I am back. Sorry for disappearing for past days. I just had some issues with my phone so I wasn’t able to be to keep myself updates. Anyways how’re you all doing? And here I present one of my favorite feels, Daddy Harry. It is short tho!! P.s talk to me fam!

“Oh cmon, Work” Harry groaned fiddling with the parts of the swing set you guys recently brought for your first child Rose. Though she was just a few weeks old, Harry wanted to be a ‘good’ daddy and have things ready for his doll to play. You never saw Harry this much in love the way he was with Rose. The way his crinkled reflecting the real genuine happiness. 

The very first time when Harry saw Rose, he made a promise to himself, to guard his little girl from the evil of the world, just like every father does. And just like every other father, he cried. Cried for hours maybe because he never physically and emotionally felt this much of love for anyone. The pink newborn, nestled in his arm sleeping his heart swell. And seeing the both of them together made yours to swell.

‘Harry..” you giggled seeing him sitting on the ground, legs wide open, lips in a pout and forehead covered with creases.

“It’s jus’ being a wanker! Bloody hell!” harry said as the skin of his finger got in between the joint of a part. Harry stood up shaking his hand and walked inside the house with an annoyed look on his face.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. Do it some other day” you said rubbing his cheek and pecking the peachy scruff. Harry rolled his lips and kissed the palm of your hand before going to sit on the couch.

You were caramelizing the onions in the pan when the loud cried filled the empty silence of the house. You wiped your hands and as you stepped out of the kitchen, you saw Harry giving you a thumbs up as he walked upstairs. Man, his ass killed you though.

 You both haven’t been able to keep up with your sex life since Rose has been born. Even though Harry took off from work to help you with her, you both always ended up sleeping till you see the sun. At the end of the day, the little baby always managed to get you worn out somehow. You didn’t minded it but you missed his touch. The way his lips worked on yours, hips meet yours, the way you both connected.

You sighed to self and went back to cooking.


As his steps got near to her room, the cries became louder and louder making Harry sad. He opened the door softly and made his way to his daughter’s crib where she laid crying. Face red and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“aww m’baby. shh shh daddy’s go’ you m’love.” Harry cooed picking the little girl up and rubbing her back. He kept rocking her but that didn’t help. The cried only grew louder. Harry sighed and padded downstairs with Rose in his arms and made his way to you.

“she won’ stop crying” Harry said. His own chin started to wobble as the little one’s cries became really hurting.

“She’s probably hungry baby. Don’t you start crying again” you said kissing harry’s cheek and taking Rose carefully from him. You sat on the couch and lifted you tee up, bringing rose to your nipple. Soon she was sucking on it hungrily. You rubbed her head and Harry sat on the other side rubbing her small feet.

“So yeh were hungry aye? Made daddy cry too.” Harry talked in baby voice making you giggle.

“wha’?” Harry asked with that innocent grin of his. You leaned to your side and placed a kiss on his open mouth.

“you’re just so cute” you giggled again making Harry blush. Harry winked at you and kept on rubbing Rose’s feet.

“Tiny. Her feet are so tiny, innit?” Harry asked.

“well she’s just 18 weeks old. So yeah” you said. And there you melted. The next thing you saw was Harry bending down to kiss the soft feet of his princess and touching them to his head.

“why’d you do that/” you asked him being curious. Like kissing was fine but the other one confused you a bit.

“Well she’s a little baby. Babies are god, so I just thanked my god for blessing my family with such precious ladies.” Harry smiled. You swore you never felt that much emotional in your entire life. Your eyes filled with tears as a drop of water slipped through one.

“oh no no. why’re yeh cryin’? Harry asked pulling you to his chest making sure he doesn’t disturbs the little missy who was having her dinner.

“i-i just love you both so much” you cried pulling away. Harry’’s face softened as his fingers collected the tears from your cheek, he leaned in and pecked your lips softly.

“i love yeh both too, wifey and my bubba tiny feet” Harry said pulling you both to his arms. Rose did blessed you both the day she was born.

I swear to god if you bash Raoul de Chagny I will punch your face and so will Christine Daaé.

Monsters (Part 8)

Winning an auction to the run down home on Neibolt Street leads the reader to moving to Derry.  With what you’re planning everything seemed perfect.  Though you didn’t mean to accidentally wake up the creature underneath your home sooner than he wanted.

All you wanted to do was hurry up with your plans.  This clown though seemed to keep showing up though, even in your dreams.  

Everything was going as planned.  And now maybe even better than ever.

It was time.  Let the show begin.  

I  am now a monster.

I’m not sure what I just got myself in to but I was happy.  Monsters together.

Revenge was so delicious.

What is he thinking?

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

           Time went on and Pennywise kept his promise of not staying gone for weeks on end.  He would usually be at the house around the day time and most nights he was gone.  We had sex on a frequent basis depending on his moods.  If he was calm, sex would be more passionate.  If something went wrong that day while hunting or something had frustrated him it would be rough.  Sometimes we would only go once but other days he’d have me all day in bed.  It was nice to have someone around all the time. He would even go into town with me in his human form.  I had decided to tell the towns people that he and I were together.  Though I still got odd looks since it seemed as if I just started dating someone and they moved in with me right away.  Often, we’d go out at night to the river and walk down the river bed.  After a while he even showed me where he stayed besides my home.  His pile of things was a bit intimidating but it was interesting to walk around it and see what all he had collected throughout the years. He had been hesitating to bring me here due to the children, teens, and the adults floating around the tower. In a way I found it fascinating.  I knew I should have been horrified in some way but I had no personal connection with anyone here.  I had seen the floating body of (G) and I couldn’t help but giggle.  It was so satisfying to see him there.  Some days we’d come here and just get away from the small city.  After watching him feed for the first time he felt more comfortable eating around me. He’d make sure that the meal he was about to eat was dead.  I don’t think he wanted me to hear their cries for help.  

           One day was like any other.  I was laying on an old mattress with some blankets and pillows on it staring up the tower into the sunlight.  He sat next to it, eating and keeping an eye on me.  Winter was here and snowflakes were falling through gently.  They melted before they could reach the bottom though so it created a relaxing mood around us despite the crunching of bones from Pennywise.

           “Pennywise.”  I had thoughts of Christmas running through my head.  I had thought I’d be alone this year so I needed to quickly make some plans.

           “Yes (Y/N)?”  He finished up who he was eating and came to sit next to me on the mattress. He was still covered in blood.

           “What do you want for Christmas?” I looked over at him and he had such a dumbfounded expression.  

           “I’m,” He paused shortly trying to put some thought into it, “I’m not sure.  I’ve never been asked that.”  He sat there trying to think and then he looked at me, “What do you want for Christmas?”

           “I don’t want anything.”  I shrugged and smiled at him.  “I don’t think I can top having a monster for a whole year.”  I looked back up at the pile and my mind started to race.  “Actually,” I let the word hang in the air for a second, “There’s something but I know it can’t happen.”

           “What would that be little one?”  He gave me a quizzical look.

           “I don’t want you to go.”  I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes.  I knew in a couple months he’d have to leave.  Just the thought made it feel like my heart was shattering.

           “There may be something I can do.  But it’s your choice.”  He scooted closer and looked down at me, resting a hand on cheek.

           “And what would that be?”  I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions.  I stared up at him.

           “If I’m able to find a willing host, so to speak, to be a mate I can try to make them like how I am.”  His voice was going from sweet to serious. “It would be extremely painful since you’d be shedding yourself of being a human and turning into what I am.  You’d have to be fully willing.  If you live we’d be connected permanently.”

           “Are there any downsides?”  I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.  It was a weird coping mechanism of mine to laugh in serious situations.

           “You’d have to feast the way I do.” He pointed up, “Do as I do.”

           “I’m sure you’d teach me and show me the ropes.” I looked up to the tower then back to him. “And you have to do what you have to do to survive.  You know it doesn’t bother me watching you eat.  I’ve heard the screaming of kids and adults as I went out at night but it’s never phased me.”

           “It’s up to you though.  I won’t force this on you even though I want you to be my mate.” He laid down next to me, wrapping an arm around me.  

           “I’ll think it over.” I turned my head and gave him a kiss on his nose.

           “R-Really?”  He sounded surprised.

           “Why wouldn’t I?  I still stick by what I said at the river on Halloween.  There hasn’t been any reason for it to change.”

           A couple days later and I noticed he was becoming increasingly affectionate.  He was always wanting to hold me, cuddle when I wasn’t busy.  Thankfully he understood when I had to do so some work but right after he’d pull me into his arms or pull me on top of him on the couch.  He had also become a bit more possessive. Any guy eyeing me for too long and he would get rather angry.  I’d always have to give him a look or pull him aside to calm him down.

Since it was the middle of December I decided it was time to get a tree.  One day while he was out hunting I went to the local pine tree farmer and found the perfect tree for the house.  I had the owner help me attach it to the roof of my car and I drove back home.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to get Pennywise. What do you get an eldritch being who has just a tower of things?  I’d have to make it something personal.

           When I arrived home, the snow had begun to come down a bit heavy.  Carefully I untied the tree from the top of my car and dragged it inside.  There was a large window in the living that was perfect for it.  When it was up I stepped back and admired it.  My boxes of ornaments were downstairs in the basement so I went to go fetch them.  When I was downstairs I heard a loud noise upstairs from the front door.

           “He must be home.”  I grinned and came up the stairs with a box in my arms.

           I had reached the entrance to the living room and stood in the doorway.  It wasn’t him.  It wasn’t any of his forms.  There was a large man dressed in all black except for his face. He was searching around the room.  I could see a bag tucked into his belt.  In one of his hands was a knife.  I knew I shouldn’t have moved but I accidentally dropped the box, causing the man to look at me. He charged at me and I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.  I watched the man run out the door and I stared down.  The knife was still stuck inside me but I was still bleeding a lot. I gripped onto the wall and stumbled over to the house phone.  I barely could get my address but before I collapsed to the floor I heard that help would be on the way.  I could feel the blood pooling under me as I began to black out.  I could hear sirens in the distance.

           “Penny…”  Before I could finish his name everything went dark.

This part was shorter than the others since it’s a bit of a time jump.  Oopsies.

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anonymous asked:

Heya! Love your blog to bits <3 you have quite a talent! I was just wondering if you had the time or inclination, if you could write a HC for RFA + V + Saeran finding out MC has an incurable disease. Whether it's terminal or not, up to you- but should it be I'd love to see how they'd spend their last months together. If you don't want to write it, it's cool- many thanks for taking the time to read this!!! And many thanks for your work on this blog too!!! <3

~Of course I will make it terminal because I am morbid and also you guys love the angst lololol so here goes!

{Requests Are Closed}

◉ Yoosung

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Yoosung had been so hopeful before he heard those words
  • And now he looked into his wife’s eyes
  • Your eyes
  • And he didn’t know what to say
  • He relied on being the happy one
  • The cheerful one
  • The ‘glass half-full’ husband who kept you going
  • And now he was broken
    • “It’s okay, Yoosung…” you brushed your hand on his face
  • He held it to his cheek before breaking down into a sob
  • He wished he could have been stronger for you in that moment
  • He took you home and laid you in bed
  • You were so tired…
  • And after you fell asleep he moved to the living room and called his mom in tears
    • “Mom…” he clenched his fist, “I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed quietly as to not wake you
    • “Yes, you do, honey…”
  • It was such a small thing to say
  •  But it had a huge impact on his heart
  • Yoosung sniffled and nodded, if only to himself
  • He just had to love you…
  • And be there for you
  • While he still could…
  • Then, he could deal with his emotions
  • He could be angry
  • You woke to Yoosung at your bedside
  • A smile on his face and a large plate of breakfast
    • “You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” he hurried to say
    • “It looks delicious,” you really didn’t have an appetite. But you’d never let him know
  • You picked at the food
    • “We have a big day today,” Yoosung smiled
    • “What do you mean?”
  • He had been planning it all night
  • And making phone calls
  • He knew how much you had always wanted a pet
  • But you never asked, because it wasn’t really his thing
    • “Let me show you, hold on,” he got up from the bed and left for a moment
  • When he returned
  • He had a small corgi puppy in his hands
    • “YOOSUNG!” you flung up from the bed
    • “Don’t scare her!” he laughed
  • She was so tiny
    • “She was found on the streets. I’ve been nursing her back to health at the clinic and she finally has some strength back. What do you want to name her?” Yoosung held her out for you to grab
  • You held her next to your chest
    • “She’s shaking…I think I’ll call her Jello…”
    • “It’s perfect”
  • He kissed the top of your head
    • “Now get back into bed with her and rest”
  • You actually ate your food after that
  • Which Yoosung noticed
  • Your last 2 months held a lot of smiles
  • You couldn’t leave the bed much…
  • And day by day, you had grown weaker
  • But Jello lay by your side
  • Or on your chest
  • Her favorite spot
  • And Yoosung took care of you with a smile
  • Most days, all you could manage to do was walk Jello with Yoosung
  • And then
  • Even that was too much
  • When you passed away, Yoosung shrunk into himself
  • The first night alone was the hardest
  • He sobbed on the bed, clutching one of your shirts
  • Jello crept up and licked his tears
  • Yoosung laughed and stroked her fur
    • “Oh, Jello…what are we…going to do without her…” he cried

◉ Jumin

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Jumin wouldn’t hear it
  • He squeezed tighter on your hand
    • “No. There’s always something you can do. Get to work, damn it, or I’ll find someone more competent,” Jumin seethed
    • “Jumin, please…don’t do this,” you pleaded
    • “I’m not giving up on you. And neither are they.”
  • He ordered a bunch of new tests to be ran
  • Despite all of the protests from both you and the doctors
  • Until his father showed up and pulled him away to the side
    • “You’ve got to stop this, son.”
    • “I appreciate your concern, but I won’t sit back and watch her die. There has to be something they can-”
    • “Stop,” Jumin’s father cut him off and grabbed his shoulders, “Stop this. I know you’re scared and upset…But there’s nothing more that can be done. Please, take my daughter-in-law home. Make her comfortable. Don’t ruin her last days with tests and needles.”
  • Jumin’s face grew soft and he teared up
  • He cried
    • “It seems I’ve been selfish,” Jumin sighed.
  • He took you home
  • And of course took a leave of absence from work
    to be by your side at all times
  • You had round-the-clock care
  • Jumin made sure you had everything you could want
  • At night he read to you
  • He forced you to eat
  • Some days when you were really sick, he had the chefs make 10 meals if they had to, until there was something you could stomach
    • “She’s not…she can’t eat the salmon today…perhaps a nice soup would be better…”
  • He fed you when you didn’t have the strength
  • And had fresh flowers brought in every day
  • When you passed away
  • He and his father had the most elaborate funeral planned
  • Every year on the day you died, Jumin Han stays in his penthouse instead of going into work
  • He still has two plates set out for dinner
  • And he never sleeps on your side of the bed

◉ Zen

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Zen’s mind was a whirl of questions
  • You were just a little sick…?
  • How did you get here?
  • Why was this happening?
  • He broke down when he saw you crying
  • Kissed you
  • He didn’t know what to say
  • The words were caught in his throat
  • It was quiet between the two of you until you got home
  • The shock was too much
  • And as Zen cooked dinner he found himself looking through his phone at photos of you both
    • “Let’s get out of here,” he brought your plate to the table for you
    • “What do you mean?”
  • Zen sat down across from you
    • “Let’s go. Let’s experience things. I can’t…I don’t want to sit around  and…a-and…”
  • He broke down crying
  • You held his hand
    • “Okay, let’s go,” you said through your own tears
  • The next day you packed
  • He told the director what was going on and no one protested his leave
  • You clung behind him on the bike and got going
  • Riding everywhere and anywhere
  • Each stop was a new photo posted
  • Both of you smiling
  • At a park
  • Or a new restaurant
  • You sleeping in a hotel bed
  • Until you were too weak to ride anymore
  • He felt a furious tapping on his chest and pulled to the side of the road
  • You dismounted and threw off your helmet
  • Vomiting and falling to your knees
    • “Babe!” Zen ran to your side
    • “I’m sorry…I’m just not feeling so great right now…”
  • He held your hair while you puked
  • Took you to the nearest hospital
  • Where you stayed until you passed
  • Zen held your hand the whole time
  • He returned home to a living room full of gifts and flowers and chocolates
  • Sympathy balloons
    • “The landlord must have brought these in for me,” he said as he flicked on the light
  • He sifted through some of the gifts before it was too much to handle
  • It seemed so empty and small in the apartment now
  • It wasn’t until he walked by a photo of you
  • His favorite one that hung in the hallway
  • He felt a knot in his chest
  • He pulled it from the hook and ran his fingers over your face
  • And sobbed

◉ Jaehee

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Jaehee pushed her emotions to the side
  • And held you as you cried
    • “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered to you
  • She wiped your tears
  • From then on she slept in the hospital with you
  • The nurses love her
  • She wrote down everything you were feeling
  • Every day
  • All of the medicines you took and when you were scheduled to take them
  • What you ate
  • They let her bring in food and baked goods for you
  • Of course
  • She brought in treats for the nursing staff and doctors
  • The staff was sick knowing that they couldn’t do anything further to help you two
  • So they tried to make it as comfortable as possible for you and Jaehee
  • She would lay in the hospital bed with you and cuddle while watching a Zen DVD on the hospital TV
  • She loved the way you hummed along with the musical numbers
  • And she would hear it with each one, even after you passed away
  • She wore your apron when cooking
  • Left your toothbrush by the sink
  • And although you had been a closet hog with all of your clothes, she wouldn’t dare removing anything from it

◉ Saeyoung 

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • He couldn’t stop the stream of tears down his face
  • Sure, he had watched you become weaker over the last few weeks…
  • But he thought you’d make a comeback
  • That it would pass
  • He pressed his forehead onto you as you both cried and held each other
  • And he treated you like a piece of fragile glass from then on
  • He drove so slowly on the way home
  • And carried you inside before putting you in bed
  • Silently he sobbed while preparing dinner
  • But he made sure to compose himself before bringing you the food
  • He was wearing your apron
    • “The chef’s special for my extra special lady,” he placed the bowl on the bed tray for you, “be careful, it’s hot! I can blow on it for you.”
    • “Saeyoung…aren’t you going to eat?”
    • “I already ate some in the kitchen,” he lied, “okay now, open up.”
  • He stopped caring for himself
  • He was only focused on you
  • And making you smile and laugh
  • Your room was now full of small toys and robots
  • Each one doing something different
  • Saeyoung stayed up late at night while you slept and made them for you
  • It was an obsession that kept him from thinking about reality
  • And the fact that he was going to lose you
  • And although he was nothing but goofy and cheerful with you
  • One night you heard him praying at his desk when he thought you were asleep
    • “Please don’t take her from me, God…you can’t…s-she’s all that I have…I can’t do this without her,” he spoke through quick breaths and tears
  • You laid there in silence while your tears soaked your pillow
  • When you passed he closed himself off from the world again for a while
  • He found himself talking to you as much as God
  • Maybe even more
  • It comfort him to tell you about his day
  • With the thought that maybe you could hear him
  • He imagined your smiling face when he closed his eyes

◉ V

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • He held you close
  • And stroked your hair
  • He was shaking a little as he was crying
    • “I love you so much…we can get through this,” he whispered.
  • He hated that he couldn’t be the only one to take care of you
  • Since his sight was almost non-existent
  • He hired a caregiver to come to the apartment every day and help you both
  • Jumin often stopped by to check on you both as well
  • He was worried, he could tell his friend was broken
  • When you slept, V stay up late pacing and smoking to try and calm himself
  • But not for long
  • He’d crawl into bed and hold you close
  • Smell your hair
  • And feel your warm skin
  • He never wanted to forget it
  • When you were near the end
  • V never left your side for a second
  • He placed cool rags on your head
  • And held your hand in his own as you cried in pain
    • “I’m right here…don’t worry…it’s going to be okay, my love…I’m here…”
  • He broke down at the bed side when your hand went limp and there was silence
  • The caregiver pat him on the back
    • “She knows how much you loved her. You did good…”

◉ Saeran

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Saeran clenched his fists
  • This couldn’t be happening…
  • You were the one person who understood him
  • And now…
  • He struggled to understand it all
  • But he pulled himself together when he saw how afraid you were
  • He held you crying face in his hands
    • “Hey, stop that,” he almost cried, himself, “I love you…” he kissed you
  • Inside he was broken
  • But he would pull it together just for you
  • He called his brother to help
    • “Let’s get all of this…hospital-type shit out of here…I want it to be more like home for her…” he told Saeyoung
  • So you lay in bed while they rearranged and brought stuff back from your apartment
  • Your favorite blanket
  • And books
  • Saeran read to you often
  • And pestered you when you stopped eating
  • He knew it was a bad sign
  • He took a lot of photos with you
  • The first time it happened you were shocked
  • He lay up on the bed and held the phone above you both
    • “Smile,” he said.
    • “What are you doing? You hate pictures,” you laughed.
    • “Well I changed my mind, alright? Now will you please smile?”
  • He took some goofy face ones, ones where he was kissing your cheek, he was always snapping pictures of you two
  • Even when you said you looked and felt terrible
  • He always told you that you were being dumb, you looked gorgeous
  • He was out shopping for some snacks for you two when he got the call on his cell phone
  • He dropped his basket and ran
  • He was panting when he got to your hospital room
    • “You made it just in time…I think she was hanging on for you,” the nurse said to him.
  • He started to cry and ran to your side
  • Your eyes were closed
    • “I’m…so sorry,” you managed to speak
    • Shhh, don’t say that,” he kissed your lips, “you’re the love of my life…I don’t think I can make it without you,” he cried.
  • His hands were shaking and he pressed the back of your hand to his cheek
    • “I will always love you, Saeran,” you whispered.
  • He wouldn’t let them take you away for a long while
  • He laid there in silence with you
  • And after you passed, Saeyoung moved in with him for a while
  • Despite his protests, he was glad
  • And every night he flipped through the photos of you two, until he couldn’t stay awake any longer
Everything that happens is from now on. | R.M.

Words: 5114
Warnings: genderbend or female archie, love triangle, childhood, angst


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