lunch pale

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Kuroken with Kuroo having a very bad day overall, and now a pounding headache now that he's home, drenched by the heavy rain.

Kuroo didn’t like labels.  They made things feel deceptively permanent, falsely mutually exclusive, and generally excessively dramatic.  Thus, he tried not to label his days as being “good” or “bad.”  Today, however, was an exception.

Although he hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bed, per say, he had woken up on the floor, and with a terrible crick in his neck at that.  Which sucked, but at that point he was still able to convince himself that it wasn’t a bad enough to be a Bad™ day yet.

Then he realized he’d woken up an hour and a half late and he decided that it at least had potential.  

He rushed to get ready, knowing he’d miss first and second period at the very least, but hoping to make it to third period on time since he had a Statistics exam.  The getting ready went pretty smoothly, and Kuroo started to think that maybe the day would get better.

Needless to say, he was wrong.

There was no food in his house.  None.  He’d forgotten to get the groceries last night, and this was the result.  He slammed the cabinet door shut, losing his cool a bit before reminding himself to stay calm.  He managed to do so, right up until he saw the unread messages on his phone screen.

From: Kitten
Time: 6:45 am
where r u

From: Kitten
Time: 6:53 am
r u coming

Call from: Kitten
Time: 6:55 am

From: Kitten
Time: 7:02 am
we r gonna b late

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:02 am

From: Kitten
Time: 7:03 am
im gonna skip if u do

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:03 am

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten
Time: 7:05 am

From: Kitten
Time: 7:05 am
mom’s making me go

“Shit!”  He couldn’t help it.  This time he shouted out loud.  One good thing was that his parents were out of town, so nobody heard him, but it didn’t really make him feel any better either.  By the time he texted Kenma back his hands were shaking and his head was pulsing vaguely behind his eyes.

To: Kitten
Time: 9:24 am
Kenma I am so sorry I totally overslept.  Hang in there.  I’m on my way.

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I Want

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I want to take you out on a date, somewhere you have never been before, just to surprise you.

I want to go laser tagging with you, and light you up!

I want to go to a museum with you, and learn a bunch of crap.

I want to take you fishing, just because I think it would be fun.

I want to put notes in your lunch pale, just to make you smile while you are at work.

I want to play in the rain with you, just to play in the rain with you.

I want to throw a snow ball at you, and start a snowball fight.

I want to open doors for you.

I want to go see a movie, and just spend the entire time making out in the back row.

I want to do Pinterest projects with you, and fail miserably at them.

I want to watch football with you, whether you know what is going on or you don’t, either way I am going to love every second of it.

I want to sit around a bonfire with you, a cold beer in my hand, and just live in the moment.

I want to hold your hand on long car rides, or swipe my thumb across your thigh.

I want to kiss your temple when you are having a bad day.

I want to be your support person, someone you can rely on, when you need me.

I want to make you smile.

I want to kiss away your tears.

I want to cuddle you until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

I want to share a glass of wine with you over dinner, while we talk about our day.

I want to go out and have drinks with our friends, and just enjoy the night.

I want to see you in my sweatpants and my oversized hoodie, just because I know you will look incredibly adorable in them.

I want to make you chicken noodle soup when you are sick.

I want to eat a hot and ready pizza, by candlelight, in our pillow fort.

I want to go on a hike, and lay underneath the stars just holding you.

I want a beach and watch the sunset with you.
I want to walk hand in hand through a flea market, picking out crazy decorations for our house.

I want to bring you flowers home from work and give them to you, just to see you smile.

I want to hold you when you are having a bad day.

I want so many things.

But, I can’t have them until I have you.

So, I guess I should have started this letter with:

I want you.

Sincerely,
Me

65

amble sour thick stick-bug
on your green leaf of power

it wasn’t me that drown an
orphanage in diaphanous
get-well-soon cards

no, it wasn’t me that pulled
you out of the stream
before you rode to Avalon

up a sixty-foot tree
you look terrible

like you’ve just been saved
from plummeting into
a little boy’s pocket

or worse, someone’s lunch pale
yes you, my wild bunting-brunch

you’re quite safe on this page
I tore out to help you pass
the rocks & the droops