One of my favorite Kai headcanons that I like to imagine is that he doesn’t get sick too much since his body’s hot, so he tends to kill anything that tries to get him sick before he feels anything.
However, it’s when he gets sick, that’s when its horrible.
His body temperature raises higher than usual to try and burn it out, but that often requires it to be so high that he’s so out of it, has to be in bed, is sweating, getting dehydrated, and tends to have the hallucinations you get when the tempt is too high. He isn’t really right in the head during the times whan he’s sick; he does a lot of mumbling and can’t really form sentences well.
Sometimes his body will even flare up in bursts of flames since his body may be really hot, but he just FEELS so cold so he tends to flare up since he mentally believes that he’s actually cold so he tries to warm up. The whole flaring thing doesn’t happen too often, a lot of times when he’s unconscious. They have to get fireproof blankets and clothes for him during that time.
Kai doesn’t get sick often, but when he does, it’s pretty bad but doesn’t last for too long. (He doesn’t really remember what goes on when he’s sick, but the others do since it’s pretty freaky to see how messed up he gets.)
Though I’m not entirely sure he wants to, Auston spends the rest of the afternoon helping me put together my bedroom, closet and bathroom. I let him take a break after he makes a small noise in the back of his throat when I ask him to move the shelf he just finished organizing to the other side of my closet. He’s currently napping on my bed with both my dogs sprawled out beside him, the traitors. I eye them a moment, Auston has his sweatshirt back on and the hood pulled up over his eyes though I can see his lips parting slightly every time he breathes.
My stomach growls and I still need to get groceries before the day is over. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly seven already. I quietly wake the two dogs and usher them out of my room before going back to my bed, climbing on it gently so I don’t wake him that way.
“Auston,” I murmur, putting my hand on his stomach and pressing slightly. “Wake up,” I whisper but I know I’m being too quiet and gentle.
“Hey,” I say a little louder this time and he twitches though he doesn’t wake. I sigh and curse how cute he looks sleeping and I don’t have it in my heart to shake him awake. I sit back on my heels and eye him a moment, straying down to his pants and a wicked idea comes to mind. I lay beside him on my side and place my hand on his thigh, not bothering to being so gentle this time, his eyes remain closed. Slowly running my hand along his thigh I kiss his lips softly, he stirs slightly beneath me, no, beneath my hand.
“Auston,” I whisper again, my lips brushing his jaw. I push down a bit harder with my hand and make quick work of his button and zipper just as he had me. This time when he moves below me his hood tips back and reveals his brown eyes fluttering open lazily. “Hi,” I grin down at me him and he eyes me a moment before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
“What do you want now,” he mutters though he smirks up at me.
“I want a lot of things,” I reply, my fingers resting just inside his jeans.
“Name one thing in particular right now,” Auston says, putting his hands back behind his head.
“Ben and Jerry’s,” I say, giving him a serious look.
“I don’t think that’s the top of your list right now…”
“You didn’t say top, you just said ‘one thing’” I remind him and flex my fingers, his body responds automatically and I smirk.
Auston doesn’t say anything more though his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply. I stop my movements and my breathing comes to a halt. That look… In a split second I’m suddenly beneath him and his mouth is on mine. Though I don’t think Auston realized how close to the end of the bed I was because the moment he shifts his weight over me, we tumble to the floor. We stare at each other in shock for a moment, a tangle of limbs and burst out laughing.
“Suppose there are worse ways to wake up,” Auston says, and I remember one of the first nights I spent in Toronto and saying those exact words to him.
I laugh again and climb off of him, helping him back to his feet.
“You can stay here if you want but I need to get myself some groceries,” I move to my closet and drag out a clean set of clothes. I hesitate a moment, eyeing Auston who is still watching me. “Turn around or go out in the hallway,” I shoo him with my hands.
“Really?” Auston asks raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, really!” I snap, my cheeks flushing.
“Y/N, I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, I don’t see how this is much different,” he says seriously and I consider it for a moment.
“That’s different,” I start. “Bathing suits aren’t an intimate item of clothing.” I walk towards him, placing my hand on his chest and forcing him backwards out of my room and into the hallways. “Be down in a minute,” I blow him a kiss and close the door on his annoying smirk.
I meet him downstairs in the living room where Auston is being terrorized by my two dogs bouncing around him.
“Coming with?” I ask him, grabbing my coat and purse from the foyer.
“Of course,” he says and I grin.
Grocery shopping with Auston is much like taking a small child, I remind him on more than once occasion that I’m shopping for me, though he pouts enough when I tell him to put a thing of muffins back that I set it back in my cart, much to his excitement. By the time we get to the checkout line I think that over the half the items in my cart are what Auston convinced me to get. Although he does make up for it by loading everything into the trunk of my car, again by carrying everything inside for me as I get set on organizing.
I’m surprised at how easy and comfortable it is being with Auston all day. I pause at the sink, rinsing the plates we used for dinner before placing them in the dishwasher. Auston notices and eyes me warily.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“I just realized, I haven’t been sad or lonely for a second since my parents left me yesterday,” I say softly, turning and looking at him. “I was so sure that I wouldn’t even be able to function…” I smile up at Auston. “Maybe this was supposed to be my home all along.”
“Only one way to find out,” Auston says, nodding towards my backyard. “Ask your star.”
I blink at him, surprised he even remembered the conversation we had a week ago over the phone. I had been babbling about a meteor shower that was supposed to happen and somehow had gotten on the topic of the story my dad told me about Polaris. He gives me soft smile and takes the plate from my hand.
“Go on,” he pushes me gently towards the backdoor.
I listen and grab his sweatshirt that was still resting on the couch where I left it last night. Pulling it over my head and stuffing my feet into my boots, I step out into the bitter cold of a Toronto winter. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, though when I can finally make out the stars in the distant sky my breath leaves my body. Being slightly away from the lights of the city had been high of my list of requirements for a home, standing here in the backyard I remembered why.
There’s thousands of twinkling lights above me, my trained eyes immediately fly across the sky, finding different sequences and constellations. When they finally fall upon Polaris I tilt my head slightly in consideration.
Auston looks up at me from the couch when I clamber back inside, kicking my boots to the side. He’s lying across my couch, head propped up on an armrest, watching the Habs and Bruins game.
“So?” He asks, watching me as I make my way over to the couch, perching on the edge by his hips.
“I learned one thing for sure,” I nod at him and he raises his eyebrows.
“To wear gloves when I go outside,” I say and before he can pull away or flinch, I put my hand against the sliver of his exposed stomach.
Auston lets out a hiss and tries to jerk away from me but his back is already against the couch. So he reaches down and pulls my hand free of his stomach while I erupt into a fit of giggles. Rolling his eyes at me he brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Auston muses and I wink.
I go to stand back up but he holds my hand tight.
“Where are you going?” Auston asks, tugging me back down onto the couch.
“Um, I was going to go sit over there,” I nod my head at the chair beside the couch.
“No stay here, Mitch and the other’s will be here soon,” Auston says. Earlier Mitch had been snapping both me and Auston and yelling at me because Auston wasn’t playing COD with him. So to calm him down I told him he could come over, he then invited all the others who play COD online together.
“And when they get here, I can’t do this,” he pulls me down so I’m lying next to him and kisses me, his hand on my neck. I respond and hook my leg over his, though this isn’t one of our steamy make out sessions, I just don’t want to fall off the couch.
Almost immediately lights flash across the wall behind us and my dogs start barking that someone is here.
Auston lets out an annoyed sigh against my lips as I laugh.
“To be continued,” I wink at him and get to my feet, setting off to wrangle my hounds.
Thirty minutes later there’s boys everywhere and I have suddenly become the mother to seven grown men. They all brought their own food, and some for Auston and I wish we both already ate but we don’t tell them that, so there is a mess of food on my coffee table and one of my dogs already stole someone’s biscuit.
Morgan and Mitch are arguing over by the T.V, trying to get their game system that they decided my house needed set up. I had asked them why I would need it and they all had looked at me like I was an idiot.
“So we can play here…” Morgan had said slowly like I needed time to process his words.
“Did I say you could play here?” I had retorted and a silence had fallen over the room, they looked at each other like they hadn’t considered it. Auston then looked up at me from his place on the couch.
“Can we play here?” He asked and a wave of heads turned to look at me, my face flushed.
“Yes, you can play here,” I muttered and I had busied myself with forcing a paper towel into Mitch’s hand, he already have spilled something down the front of his shirt and he was sitting on my favorite rug. Like I said, literally a mother to seven man boys.
“And so Auston can play here when he’s shack-,“ Will starts and I throw a dagger look at him.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I say to him and he smirks.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he says shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, all the while grinning at me.
I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly 10:30 already.
“Isn’t it past your bedtimes?’ I ask the room and Morgan pipes up.
“Hold up, I’m older than you. You adopted Mitch and Will when you started dating Auston so you can only boss them around.”
My face reddens at the word “dating” is that what we are doing? Auston and I hadn’t talked about it and it’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend. Though we did say we were exclusive. My mind whirls a thousand miles an hour and Morgan frowns at me.
“Uh I was just kidding…” he says slowly and I realize I must look offended or something.
“Oh no, I was too, I just… uh…” I look anywhere but at Auston.
“Are you not dating? Did I make something awkward?” Morgan asks, his eyes flashing between Auston and I and I want to fall into the floor and disappear.
“I uh…” I stutter. “I’m going to take a…” I point to the stairs and back towards them, trying to keep my face calm and clear before turning and bolting up them. Feeling Auston’s eyes on me the entire way.
Everyone stares at Y/N’s retreating back as she scrambles up the stairs.
“Nice one, Morgan,” I snap at him. “First time you meet her and you pissed her off already. New record,” I lean back against the couch as I finally get the system working on Y/N’s T.V.
“I didn’t mean to!” Morgan retorts and looks at Auston.
“Are you not dating? I honestly thought you were,” he tries to defend himself, his eyes flashing to the stairs again.
“Well, I mean… I think so,” Auston stammers, looking at me like it’s a question.
“What do you mean you think so?” I ask him, and the controller is ripped from my hands by Zach, who has little interest in the current conversation.
“I guess we never said it but I thought we were…”
“Dumbass,” Morgan says and I nod in agreement.
“Doesn’t look like she thinks that, Matts,” I say, taking the controller back from Zach while he isn’t looking.
Auston looks a little lost at what he’s supposed to do, his face clearly showing his confusion. I hear the water turn on upstairs, which I assume means Y/N is taking a shower.
“Good luck, buddy,” is all I say to him. Auston rubs his face with his hand which is what he usually does when he’s stressed.
Though he stands and makes his way to the stairs, but not before hitting Morgan over the head with the back of his hand as he passes by.
I take my time in the shower, letting all the hot water rinse away the stress and tears that I’ve shed the last few days while moving. By the time I turn off the water my bathroom is steamed up and my skin is a slight pink. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into my bedroom, I’m halfway to my closet before I realize there is someone sitting on my bed.
Squealing, I clutch the towel even tighter around myself. Auston looks up from where he had been staring at the floor and meets my eyes. To my surprise his gaze never falls down to my towel.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to get out, my heart calming down against my ribs.
“I wanted to talk to you about what Morgan said,” he says simply, looking back down at his hands and I’m guessing it’s so he doesn’t let his gaze slip to my towel.
“While I’m naked?” I ask, one of my hands darting down to my leg to make sure the towel is actually covering all of me.
“That was an unexpected bonus,” Auston admits, his eyes flashing to me for just a moment and my cheeks warm.
I glance at my closet but I don’t want to wait Auston wait any longer to say what he wants, he looks like his head might explode. Hesitantly, I make my way to the bed and after being positive that I can sit modestly, I lower myself down next to him.
“So talk,” I say.
Auston shifts next to me, looking comfortable.
“I was under the impression that we were…” he starts and I think I hear embarrassment in his voice. “I thought that we were, you know… together…” he rubs the back of his head.
“I was under the impression that you can only say you’re with someone is if you actually ask them,” I say right back.
Auston shifts again next to me and looks at me at a loss of words. I wait, not saying anything.
“Right now?” He asks incredulously.
“Ask me,” I whisper.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?’ he asks awkwardly and I erupt into a fit of giggles.
“Mitch is going to hate me now,” I say through my giggles and he rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says and then his eyes flash down to my legs and I realize my movement from laughing made my towel slide up, exposing the tops of my thighs. I quickly reach down and pull my towel back down.
“Look at that, I call you my girlfriend and you’re already naked,” he smirks at me and I swat his arm.
“I may be naked but your best friends are downstairs. So, you go back down there and I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I tap his nose with my finger and stand up.
“But…” Auston starts and I cut him off with a quick kiss.
“Later,” I whisper against his lips.
Auston pouts for a moment before standing and shuffling to the doorway, giving me one last longing look before closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the top stair creak before jumping around my room like a giddy high school girl.
when he’s in pain
it’s like a part of your soul screams
it’s as though your heart rages in your chest
it doesn’t matter that you don’t know why
all you know is that the man you love
is hurting like the universe is exploding inside him
and you don’t know how to heal him
how to make him see that he awoke the best parts of you
how to give him the belief that he deserves everything
his belief in you has always been the thing that grounds you
and you want your faith in him to allow him to reach the stars
but he, he, doesn’t want to be saved
and that absolutely cuts you in way that weapons can’t
so you try your best to remind him that he is yours
and you protect and heal what makes you strong
Hey! It’s admin B. As Admin A wrote last time we have both been sick. We are feeling much better now, and we are both working on requests and other imagines as well.
This one is just something I have written for fun, and I hope you like it!!!
«Stop checking out my sister
Jiyong” You hear your brother, YoungBae says to Jiyong as you walk through the living
room where they are sitting, heading to the kitchen. You open the fridge to get
“I am not checking her out” Jiyong
replies, laughing it off, pretending he did not look. You smile to yourself,
knowing that you have caught him looking at you from time to time. And you have
to admit, you have been checking him out for a while yourself. Not noticeably,
but whenever YoungBae did not notice you would. How could you not? His mixture of bad and sweet made him irresistible Also you had known him for a long time, so he wasn’t a stranger to you. However, YoungBae would never accept you
thinking so about his best friend. He has always been super protective, especially when it
came to you and his friends.
Still, the thought of JiYong
ever looking at you more than his best friends’ sister never really crossed
your mind. Then again, who could really know what he was thinking. All you
could be certain about was how you felt and how he made you feel.
You peek out the kitchen door seeing them both on the couch. You wish for your brother to
leave the room. However, it seems as if
he is glued to the couch playing some stupid video game along with Jiyong. You
sigh and walk to your bedroom.
After watching some episodes of your
favourite series, you feel hungry and decide to head to the kitchen for some food. You
open the door to your room and step outside. At the same time, you crash with
someone. You look up to see Jiyong, apparently coming from the bathroom. You
look down at your arms, noticing he is holding onto you, keeping
you from falling. Both of you were caught off-guard. He looks at you as well,
smiling before he bites his bottom lip. You cannot help but look at his lips as
the lust to kiss them rises. There is only inches between you.
His mother, like a priestess,
began to slaughter him. Pentheus ripped
his false hair away, to show his mother
who he was, to stop her from killing him.
He touched her crazed face: “STOP! Mother,
I am Pentheus, your son! Born to Echion!
Let me live!
I’ve failed you - but don’t kill me for that!”
Saliva poured from her mouth,
her eyes were empty, she was senseless,
totally possessed by Bakkhos.
And she denied her son.
Pentheus’ slaughter from The Bakkhai, translated by Robert Bagg.
@guiltyblue im in this constant state of mind that’s like “you gotta love yourself before anyone can love YOOOU” and like i totally think that’s a very reasonable and even healthy thing to live by but the other part of me is just like drained of everything and it just wants that piece of emotional satisfaction, even though the Other part of me screams that i don’t deserve it. i guess one day things will fall into place, i just fear that no one will accept me for not being all there i guess. but like thanks for adding your thoughts, it’s making me feel less alone which is nice
Blaine wasn’t sure how he hadn’t spotted the signs earlier, but he supposed at least part of his ignorance could be blamed on not having any coffee before rushing off to his 8:30 class. Even as he ran to Kurt’s side, part of his brain was going Well, that explains how shaky Kurt was earlier. Guess it wasn’t just his normal clumsiness.
For the most part, though, his brain was screaming in panic as Kurt started to crumple toward the pavement in NYADA’s tiny quad.
“Kurt!” Blaine called out as he ran. “Kurt!”
He dropped to his knees just in time to keep Kurt from smacking his head on the pavement, though he could tell that Kurt’s knees would probably be feeling some pain later - they’d hit the ground pretty hard, if the thump was any indication.
Kurt groaned unintelligibly, moving an unsteady hand to cover his eyes.
“Hey, baby, hey, I’ve got you,” Blaine said softly, adjusting carefully so he was sitting on the ground with Kurt’s head in his lap. He petted over Kurt’s hair as he continued, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Rick - Nope, Negan told his men to feed him Carl’s other eye of anyone tried to stop it.
Carl - Same as above
Michonne - No, gimple planned Richonne for three years so it’s unlikely he would do that just to kill one of them
Daryl - Very likely, though the gunshot makes me have my doubts
Glenn - Very likely
Maggie - Doubtful, killing the pregnant lady is a bit brutal even for this show plus a woman can clearly be heard screaming when the victim gets hit not to mention Maggie has a large part to play in the war against Negan
Rosita - Same as above for the lady screaming part, but possible though she has a lot more story to tell so I hope not
Sasha - Same as the two above but also possible, not sure where they can really take her character
Abraham - Literally nobody would give a shit so that’s a no
Eugene - Too important due to the bullets so that’s a no
Aaron - Possibly but I don’t think it would have as big an impact given how little screen time he has had lately
So my candidates are Daryl, Glenn, Rosita, Sasha and Aaron
Honestly though I think it will just end up being Glenn