just coffee black like my soul

She dies a little when he says sorry. So that’s it? Another apology? Is that all you’ve got for me today? He doesn’t know any better, the sinner will melt his skin into your bones if he could. There is lava everywhere and we can’t share a day without finding flaws to make us jump. There is enough distance between us to make the sun and the moon seem like two love birds who should’ve pushed a little harder to show up all at once. And while we’re on the topic of day and night, you’re on my mind daily and you’re the reason why it’s hard to sleep. I keep telling myself that there’s enough hope out there to save myself from who I used to be. I keep waking up with a belly filled with regrets and maybe that’s why I skip breakfast and lunch. I have a basket of poetry for dinner and it’s the only thing that ever fills me up. The weight of my soul doesn’t match up with the weight of my body, I guess I don’t eat enough. I do eat enough apologies though. Another I’m sorry and I’ll be full again. Some would say I’m full of shit. What’s a writer to a poet? Just someone who’s better at bullshitting. Maybe I’m kidding myself and there’s just a whole other world behind these doors that I’ve nailed shut. Behind the blinds before the sun comes in, behind my lies before the truth sinks in like black coffee that wasn’t brewed right, so we’ve been spilling the beans and claiming that ink is all we know. Some say that eyes are the windows of the soul, I have eyes dipped into ink and written into oak, which parts that I’ve shown, which hidden parts speak out the most? Those are the bits of who I am that I love to death. I want a lover that knows my words inside and out before I even have a thought. I want a lover that knows the size of the ocean and claims that it is intense enough to cut deep space open with nothing more than another I’m sorry. I want a lover that would tell me there’s no need to feel sorry for how you can’t be, rather… you should feel sorry for who you couldn’t be when you needed to be that person. Baby, mistakes come in three. For every broken heart, you’ve got to write. For the company that misery demands, you must love yourself. Wake up and eat your breakfast, smile a little today. Everything’s going to be okay. And no, we don’t have to fall in love. I don’t have to be your lover to be your lover. We don’t need anything to our names. We don’t need the stars. We don’t need the poems. We don’t even need the feeling of home because as long as you’re trying, I think that speaks enough for the sun to rise and for the moon to be full. They say that we should stick to the familiar, if you take a risk and fail then you’ll just end up miserable again. But what about the what if? What if we risk it all and get away with it? What if we make it through all of this without even a small scratch? There is hope where you see pain. Where one sees ugliness, another sees beauty. Where you’ve been blind, I can show you the way. Where you’ve been mute, I can speak you into my truths. Where you’ve been deaf, I can feel the vibrations. Where you lost yourself, that is exactly where I’ve found you. Alone, alone, alone. Lonely, lonely, lonely. Wouldn’t you know? The prettiest stars usually end up clustered. A universe within a universe within a universe. I want to love you like that. He doesn’t bat an eye every time a tear falls through the fingers she loaned him to warm up his night. Another brush of his lips and there will be a smile waiting for him at the bottom of the glass, another piece of his heart and she will see that the world doesn’t only turn when you hear the words you want. how did we end up like this? an ocean of regrets trying to forgive where we became two hearts beating for three. that’s the thing about jealously though, we feed on sentences we believe should be for us and curse the light for showing up too soon. But, the sun dims when you enter the room, the clouds always seem to have something better to say when every pocket is full. I over think each minute until we are a hypothetical season trying to love through winter and wondering where summer goes when the hugs go silent. I think the thing that hurts the most is thinking about how much I don’t think about you anymore– every unanswered goodnight, each letter I saved to play for the stars to reflect on those lost, another day of finding footprints towards places I can’t hear your laughter. what do you call a dream that keeps on coming back? a love you can’t see, but still finds its way into the core of your veins? an equation that only feels complete when your memory meets me for coffee? a day that doesn’t end until I hear the dial-tone of a call that said they would never hang up? I thought I found a home in you, but we were both running from the people we didn’t want to see, avoiding situational errors caused by the same hands that promised to love the earth tenderly, the same harmonious effort to extract positivity from an open wound. we knew we were going to sink, we just wanted to test out the water. we knew the first i love you was going to hurt, I just wanted to see how many people I could leave behind until I lost myself. baby, home is a list of people that are never coming back. maybe I don’t want to be yours, maybe I don’t want to be mine, but someday has a lot of questions to answer for.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
Kitty Fic Recommendations

So, I read a lot of fics and I wanted to share some (!) of them throughout my time here. The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference.

Summary :  Ty manages to get Kit out of his room and to get to know people better.

Summary :  Kit and Ty think they understand themselves and their worlds, but life decides to shake everything up, meaning that they no longer understand what they used to. They need each other to work out where they need each other to ease their confusion. Friendships and relationships follow.

Summary :  (LOS SPOILERS!) Kit wanders into Ty’s room at night, feeling the need to fulfill an unspoken promise to Livvy.

Summary :  It starts out with Kit and Ty training together. Soon they realize their feelings for each other. This is my interpretation of how they would end up together. Events take place after Lady Midnight.

Summary :  Kit does his best to hide from the Shadowhunters in their own Institute. Ty wants to meet him properly.

Summary :  Drabble. Kit finds out what Ty’s been listening to.

Summary :  AU? Maybe? Drabble. Sometimes all you have is the people you care about.

Summary :  AU. Which is worse, a school shooting or a school bear attack? Warning: Flippant treatment of serious issues.

Summary :  The story of Ty and Kit’s first (and second) kiss. Posted for Autism Awareness Month in April.

Summary :  He was suddenly the first person, in that way, that Ty could look at with true interest, wonderment. He’d never, ever experienced anything like it.

Summary :  Kit hasn’t come out if that room since he went in. He’s stubborn, but Ty knows he can wait him out.

Summary :  He didn’t talk like his family. Hell he didn’t even look people in the eyes. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; he looked into Kit’s eyes. Kit Rook. The one person he felt close to.. It was a sense of familiarity and recognition. It was something he didn’t know how to explain. Nonetheless, he knew one thing for sure and that was that he could see the world in Kit’s eyes.

Summary :  Spoilers from LOS so if you haven’t read it skip this! Kit does his best to comfort Ty after tragedy strikes.

Summary :  A tale of an unlikely friendship that grew into something more. Kit Rook and Ty Blackthorn.

Summary :  (SPOILERS FOR LORD OF SHADOWS) Ty isn’t dealing well with his sister’s death, but maybe Kit knows a way he can help. Sad, kinda fluffy one-shot for Kitty.

Summary :  Kit and Tiberius. Discovery of new feelings, adventure and romance and drama. All about Kit and Ty but not only that, Kit forms bonds with other characters, including Livvy.

Summary :  KITxTY Fluff. It’s been a month and Ty is always sitting outside Kit’s door. One day he asks him inside and Ty seems to have found some comfort in this new boy. And Kit is trying to figure out what’s going on in his head, and he can’t help but find the Blackthorn boy very intriguing.

Summary :  Ty took a deep breath. “Okay. Well. If you don’t want a book, I understand that too. Sometimes I just want to listen to music. I don’t know what kind of music you like, but I was looking for songs that talked about people who stayed in their rooms, and other people who missed them and wanted them to come out.”

Summary :  Friends noticed these things about one another, sure, but they didn’t agonize over them in detail as the last thought before sleep.

Summary :  Traveling is harder to do when you have someone you don’t want to leave behind.

Summary :  Kit supposed he could have refused to accept the offer, the way he had when Julian had suggesting healing him in the car. But he didn’t.

Summary :  Ty is starting a new school and is worried that he isn’t going to make any friends and that he will get bullied. Luckily he has Livvy with him.

Summary : "I’m not normal,“ Ty told him a month later, as the pair of them tried to catch frogs outside. He said it with the casual air of someone discussing the weather, or pointing out that a shoelace was untied.

Kit blinked. “Obviously,” he said.

Summary :  When Ty realises that he and his sister both like the same guy, things get complicated.

Summary :  Just three different perspectives on Kit and Ty’s first kiss. Going into a battle is a perfect time for rash decisions, right?

Summary :  A bunch of firsts in Ty’s and Kit’s friendship/relationship.

Summary :  Throughout the past month, he learned many things about Shadowhunters, but three things stood clear:
One was that Mark and Emma were definitely in a relationship.
Two was that he was getting pretty good at being a Shadowhunter, though he’d never admit it.
And the third was Tiberius Blackthorn.

Summary :  Soulmate AU where you can’t see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you see them.
or, the one where Kit can’t see grey until a pair of stormy eyes allow him to see the shining steel of the knife pressed against his throat.

Summary : Tiberius Blackthorn and Kit Rook have each been harboring some feelings for one another, but keeping them to themselves. Eventually, it has to all come bursting out.

“Ty didn’t laugh very often, and Kit had learned over the past few months of being at the Institute that his smiles needed to be cherished. Kit felt his heart warm at the sight of laughter in Ty’s normally stormy eyes.”

Summary : Kit feels lost without the dark-haired shadowhunter beside him (and when had that happened, that he’d gotten used to his steady presence? He hasn’t even been here for a whole day!), but the girl bites her lip, “I was just joking,” she hesitates, and then turns a beaming smile at Kit, “I’m Livvy, Ty’s twin sister.” She goes on pointing around the table, “And those are Tavvy,” the smallest of them all, a quiet boy who seems to be clinging to - “Dru,” -a short girl who’s hugging him, “and that’s Perfect Diego, who’s a Centurion.”

‘Perfect Diego’ sighs, “Please, I beg you all, stop calling me that.”

Livvy laughs, “Right! Anyway, Kit, you’re welcome to sit down wherever you want and have breakfast; you’re one of us, now.”

“I’m not a Shadowhunter,” he grunts, but quietly, “I just want to eat.”

“Don’t we all,” Julian agrees easily.

Summary : “You know,” an amused voice says, and Ty freezes, slowly looking up to meet irresistible blue eyes, “I make my coffee hot, but you may just be hotter.”

From his left, there’s the sound of Livvy choking and dropping a spoon.

He flushes, gritting his teeth, “What would you like to order?”

“A cup of you, to go, please, no sugar, you’re sweet enough,” Kit smirks, and Livvy’s giggling now, not even trying to hide it, “And I would also appreciate if you stopped stalking my coffee shop. It just isn’t good to keep meeting like that.”

Ty narrows his eyes, “This war isn’t over until I say it’s over, you truant. One coffee, black like your soul, coming up.”
// The Blackthorns have a coffee shop. There’s competition in town. Detective Ty is on the case.

Summary : Livvy grinned wide, and Kit was suddenly struck with how the smile of one twin could feel so different from that of the other. Livvy’s was bigger and brighter, but it just didn’t hold that spark that made his chest feel warm, and full of light.
Kit is now living at the Institute, begrudgingly training to become a Shadowhunter. He would have left already, but his father was dead, and he has no other place to go. His only solace was a dark haired boy who understands the troubles of being an outsider. Kit wasn’t even looking friendship with the Shadowhunters, but he thinks he may have found that and more.

Summary : Kit definitely doesn’t want to be at the Institute, and he definitely didn’t want the Shadowhunter that stayed outside his door after everyone else had left…

…At first, anyway.

Summary :  Ty leaned forward, touching Kit’s hand. Kit’s eyes shot up, looking into Ty’s eyes.
“Where do you go?” Ty asked under his breath. To you, always to you, Kit thought.

Summary :  Ty and Kit carry out a theft and watch a movie.

Summary :  Just a pointless little kitty drabble.

Summary : ( LOS- SPOILERS ) Those were simpler times. Times when his parents were still alive. Times when he had no idea that Mark and Helen were different from the rest of his siblings in any way apart from the fact they were older. Times when he didn’t know he was different either, when he still dreamed of the scholomance. Times when he still had his sister, when he still had Livvy.

Summary :  Ty finally comes out.

Summary : Just a pointless little kitty drabble.

Summary :  In which Kit and Ty are in London and there is bickering and snowball fighting.

Summary :  Exactly what the title says.

Summary :  Some people say that eyes are the window to the soul. And for once, Ty has to agree.

Summary :  Ty apologizes to Kit for holding a knife to his throat when they first meet.

  1. From the Shadow                                                                              Summary :  Kit’s trying to leave his bedroom for the first time since he’s gotten to the Institute and realizes he has no clue where to go. Thankfully, Ty is there to help him.
  2. Pancake Day                                                                                           Summary :  It’s Pancake Day at the Blackthorns, and Kit doesn’t get the whole “family meal” thing.
  3. The Weapons Room                                                                     Summary :  Kit picks out his weapon.
  4. Training                                                                                                     Summary :  Kit and Ty in the training room.
    Kit learns how to throw knives.
  5. On the Rooftop                                                                             Summary :  There’s not much left that scares Kit, but seeing Ty standing on the edge of the roof and staring down at the ground below has quickly skipped ahead on his list of terrible things.
  6. Melting Wings                                                                                       Summary :  Icarus got too close to things he wanted most in the world, and it killed him.
    Ty kind of knows how it felt.
  7. Cuddling                                                                                     Summary : Ty doesn’t really know what to do, but Kit’s fallen asleep on  his shoulder and no one’s here to watch, so he might as well just stay put.
  8. Hypotheticals                                                                                               Summary :  They sleep in the same room sometimes.
       Not together.
       Just… near each other. It’s easier that way.
  9. Uncle Arthur                                                                                              Summary : Kit had never met Uncle Arthur, but he had gotten the gist of the situation from Ty’s uneasiness and Julian’s hushed explanations. And yet, despite all the whispered warnings, he still did not expect to come face to face with raving lunatic.-or-The story of how Kit saves Ty from Uncle Arthur.

Twin Peaks Season 1 ( Sentence Starters )

  • “She’s dead…wrapped in plastic.”
  • “There are many stories in _____. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery: the mystery of life.”
  • “It is a story of many, but begins with one – and I knew her.”
  • “Never seen so many trees in my life.”
  • “_____, I’ll see you in my dreams.”
  • “_____, I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies.”
  • “That’s what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down and not speed up.”
  • “Behind all things are reasons.”
  • “Reasons can even explain the absurd.”
  • “You know, this is – excuse me – a damn fine cup of coffee!”
  • “Black as midnight on a moonless night.”
  • “I hear that you’re real good at what you do.”
  • “Normally, if a stranger walked into my station talking this kind of crap, he’d be looking for his teeth two blocks up.”
  • “You may think I’ve gone insane, but I promise, I will kill again.”
  • “There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things.”
  • “Then the day when the sadness comes, we ask: ‘Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?’ The answer, of course, is yes.”
  • “Will this sadness which makes me cry, will this sadness which makes me cry my heart out, will it ever end?“
  • “One day the sadness will end.”
  • “Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup collides with ham.”
  • “You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen!”
  • “I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty.”
  • “Have you no compassion?”
  • “I just ask you to get the hell out of my way, so that I can finish my work. Is that clear?”
  • “I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults.”
  • “Oh yeah, well I’ve had about enough of morons and half-wits, dolts, dunces, dullards, and dumbells, and you, you chowder-head yokel, you blithering hayseed, you’ve had enough of me?”
  • “He hit me!”
  • “Well, I’m sure he meant to do that.”
  • “Maybe you should have a little talk with _____.”
  • “_____ doesn’t talk, he hits.”
  • “The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.”
  • “You’ll have to excuse me this morning, I’m running late. I only have time for coffee.”
  • “Well maybe I could go with you.”
  • “Wednesdays were traditionally a school day when I was your age.”
  • “I can’t believe you were ever my age.”
  • “What did you see that night?”
  • “_____ wanted to die.”
  • “What else did she tell you? Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world?”
  • “Every time it got harder to go back up into the light.”
  • “I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. I don’t want there to be any lies between us.”
  • “It’s the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness and I don’t want us to be like that.”
  • “Sometimes when we see the eyes – those horrible times when we see the eyes that have no soul – then we know a darkness.”
  • “Where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.”
  • “Do you like to gamble, _____?”
  • “_____, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”
  • “Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen.”
  • “A present? Like Christmas?”
  • “Ah, man, that hits the spot. Nothing like a great cup of black coffee.”
  • “What’s up, doc?”
  • “Just a few words before I go to sleep.”
  • “I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones.”
  • “That’ll be my little secret, okay?”
  • “I’m going to go down and get us two malts and some fries downstairs. Then I want you to tell me all your troubles.”
  • “That could take all night.”
  • “Now, I’m going to get the food, and you’re going to get dressed.”
  • “I can’t tell you all my secrets.”
  • “Secrets are dangerous things, _____.”
  • “Do you have any secrets?”
  • “_____ had a lot of secrets.”
  • “Finding those out is my job.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any Kit Rook and Ty Blackthorn fics?

I’ll make a list below!

He was suddenly the first person, in that way, that Ty could look at with true interest, wonderment. He’d never, ever experienced anything like it. [ONESHOT]

Ty leaned forward, touching Kit’s hand. Kit’s eyes shot up, looking into Ty’s eyes. 
“Where do you go?” Ty asked under his breath. To you, always to you, Kit thought.

Ty doesn’t really know what to do, but Kit’s fallen asleep on his shoulder and  no one’s here to watch, so he might as well just stay put.
Part 7 of Kit’s Explorations of the Institutes, With the Help of Ty

“You know,” an amused voice says, and Ty freezes, slowly looking up to meet irresistible blue eyes, “I make my coffee hot, but you may just be hotter.”

From his left, there’s the sound of Livvy choking and dropping a spoon.

He flushes, gritting his teeth, “What would you like to order?”

“A cup of you, to go, please, no sugar, you’re sweet enough,” Kit smirks, and Livvy’s giggling now, not even trying to hide it, “And I would also appreciate if you stopped stalking my coffee shop. It just isn’t good to keep meeting like that.”

Ty narrows his eyes, “This war isn’t over until I say it’s over, you truant. One coffee, black like your soul, coming up.”
// The Blackthorns have a coffee shop. There’s competition in town. Detective Ty is on the case.

“What are you doing here?” Kit blurted, a bit fearful.

Tiberius blinked again. “I live here,”

In which Kit and Ty are in London and there is bickering and snowball fighting

When Ty realises that he and his sister both like the same guy, things get complicated.

Exactly what the title says.
(I’m so creative with titles, aren’t I?)

Zane~Chan Headcanons

-Zane keeps one of those pin roll things to pick up after all of K~C’s fur

-K~C bakes special cupcakes for Zane whenever he’s in a extremely bad mood (otherwise you could say he’s in a bad mood 90% of the time LMAO)

-Zane the ‘hater of hugs’ secretly enjoys it when she hugs him and sometimes gives in to cuddling on the couch w/her

-K~C sometimes steals Zane’s sweaters and wears them just to annoy him (unbeknowest to her that he actually thinks that they look good on her–not that he’d ever admit that)

-They constantly argue over whether to watch Horror or Romance on movie nights and/or going to the movies

-Having to find homes for kittens or puppies that Kawaii~Chan finds off the street since she won’t do with 'just leaving them there’

-Them BOTH being the alpha’s of the relationship (tbh bc even though K~C’s like super sweet and bubbly I don’t see her as the submissive type but that’s just my opinion lel)

-MARATHONS OF (my little cutie?? idr the show name)

-Having a shelf completely dedicated to collectible MLC(?) figures


-Zane making th emistake of letting K~C make his coffee, only to have him spit it out full force because it’s beyond sweet instead of being black (like his soul–)

-K~C excitedly bouncing up and down and shouting about something in public while he just stands there with an 'I don’t know them I swear’ look

-Pranking Zane with her and Aph’s infamous make-over while he’s sleep

-K~C knitting Zane the cutest, pinkest, most adorable scarf ever and forcing him to wear it all Christmas, though overtime he comes to love it and treasure it

-LOTS of sleeping in

-K~C teaching Zane how to bake, and him miserably failing and getting mad but he eventually gets better

-Zane not allowing her to drive whenever he’s in the car because she’s a crazy driver

-Kawaii~Chan dragging Zane to Mall Day with Garroth

-Her also trying and failing to get him to join her yoga practices

-Zane constantly scolding her for scratching up the furniture

-K~C using her annoyingly cute charm on him to get out of situations

bxtchiplier  asked:

What would the egos/Antis favorite coffee be? Idk just a bit curious

(I’m no coffee connoisseur, but I’ll try my best!)

Dark–black like his soul (I say that unironically)

The Host–medium roast with a little cream and sugar

Doc–espresso; whatever has the most caffeine

Wilford–he takes a little coffee with his sugar

Bim–likes iced dark roast coffee ever since Amy got him to try it

Google–doesn’t touch the stuff. It fries his circuits.

Silver–cinnamon caramel macchiato topped with whipped cream

Ed–again, black but that’s just because it’s manly

Batfamily Opinions on Pumpkin Spice Lattes
  • Dick: Hooray! Fall! Coffee! Whipped cream! They're so tasty and make me happy! Yippee!
  • Jason: Don't really care for them. They're pointless and were only created for white girls with an aesthetic. What's that? I'm holding one behind my back and stroking it like it's the most important thing in my life? Well, you see, about that.... *punches interviewer and runs away* Nobody will believe you!
  • Cass: *happy slurping noises*
  • Tim: Are you kidding me? I thrive on caffeine, while this concoction is just a pathetic excuse for coffee. I can't waste my time on this sugary mess when there is a black as my soul coffee out there waiting for me. I've been awake for four days straight, I can't afford to let a thick warm cup of diabetes slow me down! *scares off interviewer with the crazy sleep-deprived look in his eyes*
  • Stephanie: Well of course I love them, why would you even need to ask? A warm frothy coffee with spices and whipped cream? Yes, please! I drink at least five a day and will chop off the legs of anyone who gets in my way.
  • Damian: It's a stupid idea. Why are they only available during a specific time of the year? Do pumpkins suddenly not exist during the summer? What is the point?! If I want a pumpkin spice latte on Valentine's Day then I sure as hell am going to get one!
  • Bruce: The night doesn't drink lattes *hides 'I Love Pumpkin Spice Lattes' shirt and cup behind his back* You never saw that.

Dating Chris would include:

  • “Babe, have you seen my glasses?”
  • “You know, the Velma from Scooby Doo joke gets less funny the more you say it.”
  • Timing him and Josh in a ‘Who can eat the most hotdogs in under minute?’
  • Pouting and getting huffy when he loses 
  • Complaining that you’re hungry for him to reply ‘Hi Hungry, I’m Chris.”
  • Organising big group outings with everyone
  • Having to hold his hands to guide him around when ice skating
  • “Aw, at least everyone else seems to be enjoying it.”
  • Filming his reaction to the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones
  • “Where does George R.R Martin live? I am willing to fight him.”
  • “What? I could fight him. I’m a badass.”
  • “Yes, I know I sprained my wrist carrying the groceries but they were heavy!”
  • Camping outside the game store so he can get the new game he wants at midnight
  • Giving you a piggy back ride to the car because you’re tired
  • “Thanks for camping out with me, y/n. I owe you big time, bro.
  • “No, I didn’t just bring you because Josh was busy.”
  • Him always being the first to wake up
  • “I brought you a coffee, sleepyhead. Black like your soul.”
  • Smiling whenever he sees his lock screen because it’s a photo of you
  • Always resting his hand on your thigh when he’s driving
  • Singing really loudly to all the songs on the radio and forcing you to join in
  • “Man, I love Adele. She just gets me.”
  • Insisting that he needs all of the coats when packing for Mount Washington
  • “I’ve also got you to keep me warm, haven’t I babe?”
  • “I’m glad you’re my player two. I love you, y/n.”
Logic Where No Logic Goes

Soulmates, Dr. Uchiha Itachi thought warily to himself as he finished printing off the consultation notes, were nothing but a total disaster waiting to happen and a disease to be treated. With a sigh, he wheeled around in his chair, nabbed his white coat from where he had tossed it in the corner of his consultation room, and rushed off to his evening rounds.

To be quite honest, he didn’t need to rush- evening rounds were always the same old cases in psychiatry, considering how they had the same patients on ward day after day. He thought he was going to do some good as a psychiatrist (something that was still a bit of a sort point in family reunions, considering how the Uchiha line is practically a clan of surgeons, of all things), but it took him five full years in psychiatry to realize that in fact, he wasn’t doing anyone any good.

He had always been a smart child, growing up; genetics favored him, and he grew up pointing at colored diagrams in his mother’s old and worn copy of Netter’s Atlas of Human Anatomy. He spelled out body parts with his alphabet soup and correctly guessed his cousin’s, diagnosis of ADHD five minutes after meeting him for the first time. However, it was only until he began following his father around in the hospital during the summers (well, he had to put something on that résumé) that he realized the truth of the medical world… perhaps more accurately, the world that is general surgery. Dr. Uchiha Fugaku is a renowned hepatobiliary surgeon and nephew to Dr. Uchiha Madara, the chief of service of surgery at Konoha hospital. And Itachi happened to be related to both of them.

Given that medicine is practically in his blood (sooner or later, he’ll have much-coveted “Dr.” stuck to his name), the nurses were quite welcoming to him. The patients, on the other hand… they were miserable.

Confined in their bed, with tubes and drains sticking out of them, their bodies held together with straining stiches and prayers. Itachi was shocked. This wasn’t what he wanted to do. He stood, numb and shocked, as an elderly patient’s wordless screams and went totally ignored on wards- “he’s noncommunicable,” the nurses told him. “Don’t bother- he has dementia.”

Too far gone, they said. Standing at the end of the bed of the wasted old man- perhaps soon to be a dead old man, Uchiha Itachi decided then and there that he would never become a surgeon- no matter what his family said. Cutting open people isn’t what he wanted in his life.

He was more or less hailed as the family genius- “Neurosurgery or Cardiothoracic for sure,” his father had said once with his chest puffed out in pride. It made him look like a particularly deformed pigeon, Itachi thought. Medicine was never but an obligation in his life- the firstborn son of Uchiha Fugaku of the Uchiha line of doctors- there was never a choice for him to make to begin with. The choice was made at his conception, and he had no say in it. What he did have a say in, is which branch of medicine he would go into (small mercies, he thought- the saving grace of it all is that medicine is nothing if not diverse. And he would find something to fit him.)

It was with great pleasure that he broke the news over dinner one day- that he had been accepted in the psychiatry department at Konoha hospital after his internship. His father was apocalyptic, as he had predicted. He swelled like a balloon and made Itachi all the more glad that he was going into psychiatry- perhaps his father needed one to see him. His mother, a retired obstetrician and gynecologist, smiled and nodded; she alone knew that he had a far too gentle nature to be a surgeon. He was a thinker, not a doer. Little Sasuke only shrugged and looked on- he was only in his first year of medical school then- specialties were a far way away for him.

It was only until he started working in psychiatry that he started learning about the “Soulmates Disease”. It was barely glanced over in medical school, written down in the smallest of small prints on powerpoints, and it wasn’t mentioned much on wards. It wasn’t common- not that psychiatry had a lot of teaching time in the curriculum to begin with anyways. And apparently, his supervisor, Dr. Hatake Kakashi, specialized in this relatively untaught disease.

Soulmates Disease involves multiple specialties (making it all the more of a headache); every person in the world is born with a soulmate, and usually they don’t know about it. It’s not something that people are consciously aware of, and that’s perfectly okay. It’s when they do know of the existence of soulmates that the problem arises. For the majority of the people, the only clue that they have is that they feel drawn to the person and vice versa. They may be friends, family members (a few selected case reports talked about twins being each others’ soulmates), or more commonly- lovers. However, there is a minority (undoubtedly, glitches in a matrix called humanity… in medicine, glitches were ominous at best) who become consciously aware of their soulmates’ existence. Those people feel it keenly- the existence of their soulmates.

Sometimes they come to the ENT doctors, complaining of a loud drum beating noise that constantly bothers them and steals away their sleep. Some of them go to their cardiologists, telling them that their heart is beating weirdly and that they hear it pounding in their ears. Some of them go to their general practitioners or family physicians with the same problems. And then there’s the select few who just straight up faint. Wherever they go, they inevitably end up in psychiatry after a long and winding road of unnecessary investigations and headaches, at which they get diagnosed with Soulmate Disease.

The pounding sound that bothers them in their sleep? That’s their soulmates’ heartbeat, as Kakashi said once to a particularly distraught patient. And that’s a good thing, he said, until something goes wrong with that very vital heart beat.

Once, Kakashi was a neurosurgeon at Konoha Hospital- and a damn good one at that, for one who flew through the whole curriculum and graduated from med school a full two years early. Then, one day, he suddenly seized in the middle of excising a brain tumor and accidentally cut too deeply into the patient’s brain. The junior doctor assisting with the operation almost had a panic attack on the spot, Itachi thought with some amusement- anyone would, if there were suddenly two patients in the middle of a delicate operation instead of one, and both were unstable. Luckily, Nara Shikaku, the anesthetist  on scene, was able to take control of the situation swiftly. The patient ended up suing the hospital anyways (or at least his relatives did), and the poor junior doctor promptly transferred away into family medicine afterwards.

Kakashi later regained consciousness after a few days, and the first thing he did was cry uncontrollably; the extra heartbeat that he had heard throughout his high school years and beyond was gone.

It was perhaps a bit more than a coincidence that Itachi lost his favorite cousin, Uchiha Obito, to a drunk driving car accident on the same day. Fortunately, his favorite cousin didn’t suffer too much (he had seen one too many people live beyond their expiratory dates) since he was dead on arrival. In the end, Kakashi never found his soulmate, and Itachi never got to know his cousin better.

All in all, Kakashi ended up with an extra helping of depression and transferred to psychiatry (even though none of his previous training hours transferred) after he was deemed fit enough to return to work and ended up as Itachi’s boss.

It was harrowing on the best of days, to work under Kakashi, Itachi thought. Accomplished or not, teaching is not Kakashi’s forte, and if Itachi was any less of a genius, the ex-neurosurgeon would probably just give up teaching altogether. Sometimes, on particularly rainy days, Itachi would see a dark shadow lurking in Kakashi’s eyes- a terrible look of irreplaceable loss and a tunnel without the light at the end of it- and suddenly he would become taciturn and withdrawn, tired and old. On those days, Itachi does the only thing he can: venture down to the canteen and brave though swarms of medical students and patient visitors to grab his superior a coffee.

“Here,” Itachi would say, and set down a steaming cup of coffee in front of Kakashi. He tosses the man two packets of sugar and a small container of creamer. He’d kick back in his office for a brief reprieve and enjoy his coffee black (like his soul, as his younger brother would say).

“Ah, canteen grade coffee- just the right kind of sludge to kick start my day,” Kakashi would give him that damned eye smile- as if closing his eyes to the world altogether would make the pain go away- and a patronizing pat on the head.

“Hn,” Itachi would reply while reminding himself why suing his boss for workplace harassment is not a good idea.

But still, Itachi thought, if soulmates could have such negative impact on each other, perhaps it’s best if he never meet his soulmate altogether. He doesn’t need to- plenty of people live their lives without meeting their soulmates (or not getting their fairytale happy-ever-after in the end). It’s one of the many things he can live without, Itachi concluded.

Thinking back on what seems like the tenth case of Soulmate Disease he has seen this month, he reiterates his statement: he can definitely live without them. Dr. Uchiha Itachi “the eternal bachelor in psychiatry”: a title he can get used to just fine.

He is rounding a case of longstanding schizophrenia (the woman was brought to the hospital ten years ago thinking that the flowers were serenading her and told her husband. What did the husband do? Dump her into psychiatric ward and wash his hands of her entirely) when he overhears a very loud conversation near the nurse station. It was really less of a conversation and more of a broadcast, he thought amusedly.

“I told you Sakura’s going to go into medicine! She took three attachments under Senju Tsunade , the freaking Chief of Service of Medicine! There’s no way she’s not going into medicine- I don’t even know why you’re even surprised to begin with.” An unfamiliar voice half-yelled.

“And I told you that she has the personality of the worst of surgeons, and I freaking grew up in a clan of surgeons! If Sakura’s going into medicine, we might as well petition for a new ward for medicine, because she’ll have at least demolished one ward by the end of her first year on the job!” Ah, that would be Sasuke’s voice, Itachi thinks- more of Sasuke and his Friends ™. It would be a lie to say that nepotism didn’t exist in medicine. Or rather, perhaps it would be better to say that connections make the world go round- it was like running and driving. Both gets you to the same destination, but driving does so in a far more timely and comfortable manner. And in Konoha Hospital, the Uchihas’ various family members have a far bigger leeway than most.

“You know, I’m suddenly very glad that I’m not doing medicine,” Sasuke’s voice sounded just a bit tired to Itachi- to his knowledge, Sasuke wasn’t post call today.

“Hey, don’t look at me- I’m going into pediatrics.”

“That’s practically medicine, just for shrunken adults.” Itachi almost snorted- Sasuke nearly tore his hair out in pediatrics module. His little brother is clearly not meant for kids.

“It is not,” the voice insisted. Itachi’s more inclined to agree with his little brother on this. “There’s a difference!”

“Uh huh.”

“Says the one with a family tree of surgeons, Mr. Future Neurosurgeon!” There was never any doubt that Sasuke would go into neurosurgery- or any surgery for that matter of fact. It would only take a phone call from their father, after all.

“Like you’re the one to talk! Your dad’s the Chief of Service of Pediatrics!” Sasuke insisted, missing the point completely. Sasuke has always been particularly self-conscious of his unfortunate family relations; he was probably overshadowed by them at some point. Itachi paused in his writing. Huh. The Chief of Service of Pediatrics… Namikaze Minato, a natural born genius turned neonatologist, currently married to Uzumaki Kushina, the current Chief of Service of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Two very high achieving individuals. Two very young individuals, he mentally amended.

Itachi vaguely remembered his mother’s best friend, or “Auntie Kushina,” as she insisted. He remembered her vivid mane of red hair and her equally fiery personality- she met his mother in medical school and were roommates all through those tedious years. “Thick as thieves,” Madara had called them, “and just as bad when it comes to causing trouble for everyone else.”

They did their specialty training together, he thinks. He recalls stories though out his pediatric rotation, about how Kushina would more or less bully her fiancé into freeing up beds at NICU after her patients were done giving birth. A total pushover, one nurse said. A damn handsome pushover, another nurse agreed.  

When one becomes the lowest life forms on ward, they tend to get ignored altogether. It’s amazing the things people say when they think they won’t be overheard, Itachi thought at the time. He filed the story away in the back of his mind (though he couldn’t help but suppress a snort when he saw Dr. Namikaze the next day).

He remembers Aunt Kushina well, particularly on her last visit to the Uchiha household. She came flying in, anger lining her every feature, when she heard that her best friend would resign following the birth of her second child. What followed was a conversation that his father still refused to talk about and the cessation of “Auntie Kushina’s” weekly visit to the Uchiha household.

Apparently, the progeny of Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato inherited the temperament of Kushina rather than Minato. Privately, Itachi thinks that rather than building an extra ward for medicine, they should build one for pediatrics instead. Uzumaki Kushina is a force to be reckoned with, even in a specialty as far removed from obstetrics and gynecology as psychiatry is.

Itachi snapped the folder shut and picks up another as Sasuke and his friend rounded the corner.

“Sasuke,” Itachi chided without turning around. “Do not be so loud in the wards- you’ll disturb the patients here.”

“Sorry, Ni-san,” he says petulantly. Itachi raised an eyebrow. For a newly minted doctor, Sasuke was still very much a child.

“What are you doing here?” he asks and flips through the lab results. To his knowledge, Sasuke was doing his rotation in orthopedics at the moment.

“I got done with my work for the day and wanted to know if you’re up for grabbing dinner with me,” he said casually.

“Hm,” Itachi said absently, “Sure, just let me finish rounding my patients- I’ll meet you at the carpark in half an hour.”

“Alright, you won’t mind if my friend comes along for dinner, yeah?”

Itachi looks up for first time since he started talking to Sasuke… only to see crystalline blue. For a moment, all he could see was perfect crystalline blue and golden blonde strands against tanned skin. His breath caught.

“Uzumaki Naruto-it’s nice to meet you!” Suddenly, the voice which had been a nuisance just two minutes ago wasn’t so bad anymore.

He couldn’t speak, and his chest squeezed, and his heart skipped a beat- it restarted just fine, but suddenly, there were two heartbeats and not one.

Well, fuck, Itachi thought numbly. The folder slipped from his numb fingers and dropped to the floor with a clatter.

Mandy: Short one shot for cywscross for her fandom bingo challenge! This one should hit the “Soulmates AU” and the “Itachi” one. I’m very much inexperienced in all things romance, and it’s my policy not to write things I don’t at least have some experience or knowledge in… and so, when tasked to write a Soulmates AU, I treat it the only way I know how to treat uncharted territory in life- and that’s to think of it as a disease and act accordingly. It’s a pretty amusing idea, that soulmates are diseases to be treated and not a blessing or boon (as most of the soulmate fics tend to treat them as). That led me to the question of who fits into what specialties,  and I had a lot of fun coming up with headcannons for that. Also, sorry if this is a bit dry for readers who aren’t intimately familiar with medicine (I’m not sure what other word to use when literally 99% of my life is pretty much medicine in its various forms- the world of med has its own culture and language that takes a while to learn). I’ll try to go back later and vary the sentence structure a bit or something… But for people who are in the world of med, this is probably kinda funny in a nerdtastic way. Also, note that I’m writing this from Itachi’s POV, and he’s a character that feels things very keenly (sometimes too keenly), so some things may be slightly exaggerated.

Here’s a quick run down of who’s who (note that the amount of clinical work COS’ do varies):

Uchihas: Uchiha Madara- COS (chief of service, aka the top of the pecking order in their department, so to speak) of Surgery, Uchiha Fugaku- Hepatobiliary surgeon, consultant, Uchiha Mikoto- OG (obstetrics and gynecology), associate consultant (retired), Uchiha Itachi- Psychiatrist, specialist, Uchiha Sasuke- Intern

Senjus: Senju Hashirama- Head of Konoha Hospital, Senju Tobirama- Renal Medicine, senior consultant, Senju Tsunade- COS of Internal Medicine

Namikaze family: Namikaze Minato- COS of Pediatrics, Neonatologist, Uzumaki Kushina- COS of Obstetrics and Gynecology, Namikaze Naruto- Intern

Others: Haruno Sakura- Intern, Hatake Kakashi- Psychiatrist, consultant

And the Naras would be anesthetists- all of them, the Yamanakas would be psychiatrists, the Aburame would occupy the pathology department, and the Hyuuga would all be radiologists instead of Hinata who chooses geriatrics instead, and Sai would be the best and the worst reconstructive surgeon ever (he does fantastic work for sure, but he also makes completely inappropriate comments to patients and nurses alike that earns him three complaints and a threatened demotion. He also gets almost-punched by Sakura-the-intern when he calls her “Ugly” for the first time, and no one’s even mad about it).

Prompts: Quotes (Part 1)

Send in a number with a character and who you would want to say the quote and (optional) what you would like to happen. You can send as many prompts as you want! Have Fun!

  1. “Are you having any fun yet?”
  2. “I’ve seen more places than I can name and over time they all start to look the same.”
  3. “Now is not the time for modesty!”
  4. “You broke your promise.”
  5. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
  6. “I just need some time.”
  7. “You were wrong about me.“
  8. "You sure like the color black, don’t you?”
  9. “I have excellent posture and good hair. Why wouldn’t you want to marry me?”
  10. “Why are you making such a big deal about this?”
  11. “Say you miss me. Even if it’s a lie. Just say it, please.”
  12. “ Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”
  13. “I came here to kick your ass, but I have to admit, You have a really nice ass.”
  14. “There’s a pistol in the locker on the other side of the room. Hurry!”
  15. “Everything you’re running from is in your head.”
  16. “Nah, I’m not freaking out, I’m Chill.”
  17. “So you taught your parrot to bark?”
  18. “You grabbed the wrong one.”
  19. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”
  20. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”
  21. “I’m here… . Where are you?”
  22. “This was supposed to be my day!”
  23. “All I wanted to do was to was to save the universe!”
  24. “Was it your brilliant idea to give him all that sugar?”
  25. “That’s positively gelatinous!”
  26. “Your freckles are a genetically engineered code.”
  27. “I just lost a month’s worth of progress.”
  28. “No more of this! No more!”
  29. “Unfortunately, It is rocket science.”
  30. “I’m going to nope right out of here.”
  31. “If you leave, I will freak.”
  32. “That story sucked.”
  33. “Well, It’s the thought that counts.”
  34. “Call it. Heads or tails?”
  35. “I carried the picture with me everywhere. It was a reminder not to get too close to anyone.”
  36. “I think I’d love you if I didn’t hate you so much.”
  37. “Good luck out there. You’ll need it.”
  38. “Sometimes, you just have to laugh.”
  39. “I hate you least.”
  40. “I miss you. God, I do. And I can’t help but wonder if you miss me too.”
  41. “Stop.”
  42. “A little heads up next time.”
  43. “Pleasant and tired are not words I would use to describe her at the same time.”
  44. “Deep meditation doesn’t solve everything you know.”
  45. “No. Not you.”
  46. “Let them do their weird thing!”
  47. “Can we just … pretend that never happened? Please?”
  48. “Have you ever been homesick for a place you know you hate?”
  49. “I … think … I’m sorry.”
  50. “What did you want me to take away from this again?”
  51. “Yes, this is a competition! It’s always a competition!”
  52.  “I don’t expect you to believe me when I say this, but thank you.”
  53. “You were supposed to stay in the past. I left you there for a reason.”
  54. “You ever just miss something with everything you have?”
  55. “I don’t want to leave. This place feels more like home than home ever did.”
  56. “Now is a good time to shut up, yes.”
  57. “Is there an actual reason you have to disagree with everything I say or do you just take pleasure from having me cringe?”
  58. “I wish I could say I didn’t see that coming.”
  59. “Yes sitting on the floor is comfortable. No, I don’t need a chair. Thanks for you concern, though.”
  60. “Are you having any fun yet?”
  61. “Why do you come here, when you know I get troubled enough?”
  62. “Sometimes … You make a mistake. You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it.”
  63. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
  64. “Nobody’s tomorrow is guaranteed, right?”
  65. “I got kidnapped. By this guy. He wasn’t good at it.”
  66. “Maybe I am a monster. I don’t think I’d know if I were one.”
  67. “I don’t want you to have to stay loyal to someone that you probably don’t have a future with.”
  68. “I like my coffee as black and as bitter as my soul.”
  69. “You never think of anyone but yourself!”
  70. “I needed someone, and you were a safe choice, and that wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry.”
  71. “On a scale of one to ten, how likely is it that this gets us arrested?”
  72. “I call you at two o’clock in the morning just to hear you voice and you answer ‘who’s this?’?!”
  73. “I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to hurt me like this.”
  74. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on. And I have to be okay with.”
  75. “You’re as bad at flirting as Anakin Skywalker in Episode 2.”
  76.  “We make the perfect couple. We’re both rude, we both piss people off, and we’re both hated by basically everyone.”
  77. “I wish you loved me as much as you loved that dog.”
  78. “Man, I wish my life was as easy as you make yours seem.”
  79. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. Betrayal never comes from an enemy.”
  80. “Wow. That’s attractive.”
  81. “Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
  82. “Are you sure Pottermore sorted you into Ravenclaw? You’re kinda stupid.”
  83. “Did you know it’s illegal to put everyone in Central Park under mind control?”
  84. “Wow … hmmm … fake boyfriend … I’ll have to ponder that one …”
  85. “You’re lucky I’m tired because if I was fully awake  I would have already shoved you off this roof .”
  86. “You’re pretty happy for a dead man.”
  87. “If end up strangling you to death one day and show a jury every pun you’ve ever told me, they wouldn’t convict me.”
  88. “Stop laughing and help me out of the trash can. I think my foot is stuck in a coffee cup.”
  89. “Look, I love you and all, but I’m not getting arrested for you.”
  90. “Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks.”
  91. “The whole town does not need to see you falling off my balcony, leave
  92. “What are you doing in my house, you dork? How did you even get in here?”
  93. “If you don’t let me in that room he’s going to die, and then me and you are going to have a problem. Understand?”
  94. “You know, maybe running two miles with a sprained ankle wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.”
  95. “That can literally be used as a Frisbee. You’re not allowed to make pancakes anymore.”
  96. “I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly.”
  97. “It’s 2am and you’re deciding you want to go on an adventure now?”
  98. “You know, looking back now. I realized that could have gone a whole lot better.”
  99. “You don’t look half bad for a dead man.”
  100. “It’s amazing watching your ego. If it gets any bigger we won’t need a car, we’ll just hang on to you and float wherever we need to go.”


I will also like to credit these amazing blogs for the prompts:

@lazy-writing-prompts @awritingpromptaday @writing-promts-otp @allwritewithyou @creativepromptsforwriting @ourwritingprompts @unblockingwritersblock  @writeaboutnowblr @hourlywritingprompts

Thank you!

Also, I have a couple of requests that I have to do, so sorry if it takes a bit. I am working on another part of this, but don’t expect it to come so quickly.

Tagged by the absolutely wonderful @kaguneko. Thank you!

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag followers you’d like to get to know better. 

Name: Ash

Nickname: I literally have too many– @messifangirl calls me Starfish which i adore but you can really call me whatever you like

Height: Just a little over 5′6

Ethnicity: Martian

Orientation: Probably pansexual or asexual

Favorite fruit: Mango or watermelon

Favorite season: Monsoon. I just adore the rain and petrichor.

Favorite hobby: Writing, photography, football, playing loads of different instruments, drawing pathetically, watching anime like there’s no tomorrow

Favorite food: Give me pasta and brownies and I will love you forever. Also, I love Mexican food.

Favorite scent: Does petrichor count? It’s the smell before/after it rains. Also the scent of brewing coffee.

Favorite drink: Coffee, black as my soul. I run off of it.

Average hours of sleep: About 4 every night

Favorite fictional character: Okay, making me choose one is essentially torturing me. But if I had to…it’s Levi from SnK. I love Shiro (NGNL), Hanji and Eren (SnK), Asuna (SAO) and Tsukishima and Oikawa and Bokuto and Iwa-chan and pretty much everybody from Haikyuu!! 

No. of blankets u sleep with: One very warm blanket

Blog created: I have no idea, it’s been a year at least I think

No. of followers: About 800 in total. This blog isn’t used much, I’m much more popular on @thomasmulli

I tag @coolcatcaptain, @meggiesobsessions @kimmichoursaviour and anybody else who wants to do this. Needless to say, there’s no obligation whatsoever.


I was tagged by @arialis. Thanks for the tag friend, I enjoy doing these.

TIME AND DATE: 12:19 am on June 9

LAST THING I GOOGLED: Bastille Glory lyrics

BIRTHDAY: That’s classified. Just assume it’s on a holiday.


HEIGHT: 5′3″

FAVORITE COLOR(S): Black like my soul


WHAT I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW: Assassin’s Creed hoodie, a black shirt with Finn’s helmet that says DISOBEY and some black shorts.

LAST BOOK I READ: ??? It’s been too long…Japanese text book I guess

FAVORITE BEVERAGE: Dark Chocolate Ice Coffee

FAVORITE FOOD: Dark chocolate

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: Guardians of the Galaxy 2!

DREAM VACATION: Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace. I don’t know, wherever I may roam.

DREAM WEDDING: …I don’t have one?

DREAM PET: A giant, primordial arcane entity that does my bidding.

DREAM JOB: An actually (reasonably) successful artist


IF SOMEONE GAVE ME $646 RIGHT NOW I WOULD SPEND IT ON: Repaying my parents, getting my brother a game that we could play together. Boxes.

I tag: @mystery-shrouded (if you haven’t done it yet) @sirwesty @greycorbie @crowcalled. If you guys like.


So this is for @carryon-countdown Day 8: Front seats for people who haven’t been kidnapped by f**king numpties. So ye I thought that I could use that for an amazing roadtrip thingy ma boober. So ye here ya go! 


“ROADTRIP!” Simon calls, waking up the whole frickin house. About a week ago Bunce promised him that we’d take advantage of her and Micah being here by going on a road trip all around England. I don’t know why Bunce wanted to do it, but my idiot of a boyfriend sure is excited. 

It is that exact idiot that wakes me up at precisely 5:32 in the morning. And he doesn’t do it kindly either. I’m pulled out of my muddled dream when Simon Snow jumps on top of me, startling me.

“What the–” I say as I shoot up, knocking my forehead with Simon’s. I lay back down, covering my eyes with my arm.

“Baaaazzzzz,” he says, shaking my shoulders. I feel his tail whipping around excitedly smacking against my legs in a way that is really painful. His wings rustle around him and I practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. 

I groan and roll over, which causes him to fall off of me onto the ground. I cringe a little at the thump, but Simon just gets back up and shakes my shoulder. 

“Baz we’re going on a road trip today,” he says excitedly. 

“Uggghhhhhh,” I groan again, putting my head underneath the pillow. He pulls on my arm.

“C’mon Baaaazzz. Can you please make breakfast?”

“Why can’t we just buy food,” I whine, wanting to fall asleep without this imbecile picking at me. He throws himself on top of me again, wrapping his arms around me in the way he knows I can’t resist. 

“Pwease Baz?” he says again. I can almost see him making puppy-dog eye. I turn over so I’m facing him, our faces inches apart. I squint at the bright sunlight and look into his blue eyes, knowing that he’s going to get what he wants because I’m weak and Simon is just too cute. 

“Fine you idiot. Just get off of me,” I grumble. Simon makes a noise of delight and then presses a quick kiss to my lips, scrambling off of me. I sit up, my head swimming and my eyes stinging from the sunlight. I yawn and open my eyes fully to see Simon Snow looking at me with wide eyes. He looks like a puppy whose owner just came home. Simon Snow is the literal definition of a puppy, period. He has the excitement of one where he could run around for hours on end and he has his moments where he’ll just curl up on the couch and fall asleep, no matter what time of day it is. Me and Bunce usually throw a blanket on him and I’ll sit beside him, playing with his curls. He has a tail that constantly thumps against my legs when he’s happy and will stop when he’s sad. Sometimes he’ll curl it around my leg as he sleeps on my chest, and it makes me clutch him tighter. 

He might be annoying, but I love this idiot. So I just drag myself into the kitchen, make some coffee (black. Like my soul), and start making waffles while Simon runs around, waking everyone up. Then, all of us, Penny, Micah, Simon, Agatha (who came all the way from California to visit), and I eat breakfast around a cramped table that was meant for two (what can I say? We don’t get guests often. It’s always just me and Snow).

After breakfast, I see Micah pull Simon into an empty room in the corner of my eye. Simon looks surprised, but follows, and when he comes out, his excited energy has shifted to nervousness. I only wonder what happened…


“Uh, Simon?” Micah says as I’m putting the orange juice in the fridge. His dark curls are a mess, as if he’s been ruffling them and his hands fiddle nervously with the helm of his sweatshirt. 

“Yeah?” I say. 

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I tilt my head in question, but he takes my arm and pulls me into an empty room. The guest bedroom where him and Penny are staying. He closes the door and takes a deep breath. 

“I want to propose to Penny,” he says in a rush. Now I understand why he’s nervous. 

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