the day after you kill yourself, you’re going to wake up feeling empty. like your body is hallow and with every step you can hear your bones creak and like any normal day, you get up and go to school because you assume it’ll be just like any other day. right? you’re at school, and everyone is crying. why are they crying? you walk past all of the bodies with tears streaming down their cheeks. again, why are they crying so hard? you hear someone say, “i can’t believe they are gone” and another, “why did they have to go soon? they were always so happy.” and you know, this time, it’s real. you walk the hallway as every face you never thought noticed you, is color ridden, they are pale, sad, walking is too much for them. because they are without another happy face. and you see, your best friend she’s crying so hard in class she’s choking on her own tears because she cannot breathe without you. because she promised herself she would make it to school because you knew she was strong and you made sure you told her that everyday and she owed that to you, and she is broken because you promised you would call her when the nights became too heavy for her. why didn’t you call her? she’s sobbing harder now, she misses you, and she wants to join you because a life without you is like a life without sunshine, it’s simply impossible to thrive. that boy you liked so much, he liked you too. why couldn’t you see that? he loved you. he called you every time you were sad because he hated he couldn’t always be there to wipe away your tears and now, he’s the one with so many tears. he is crying and he’s not gonna stop anytime soon because he misses you, and he regrets not telling you he loved you sooner. he can’t stop thinking about the night he finally got the courage to hold your hand. he wishes he could’ve held onto you tighter, because maybe it would have kept you here. alive. your lunch table, is filled with people but one spot, it is empty. because you were supposed to be there, you were supposed to be making your god damn lame jokes and smiling that cheesy smile you did where your eyes lit up so bright. you know what im talking about, you just couldn’t see it. and everyone around you, they miss your laugh. they miss the way you always smiled at everyone, even if they didn’t know you, even if you were completely falling apart. kiddo, you kept everyone together. and everyone was convinced, you were kept together too and im sorry you didn’t see it. but look now, everyone is crying, everyone. even the people you thought didn’t notice you, bud, they did. it was impossible not to notice the one face that no matter how much they were falling apart, was always so bright and full of life. and your parents, they miss you. every time they come home now, they walk past your room and their hearts drop and break right outside your bedroom door and they stay there. because everyone is far too weak and broken to pick anything up after you left. and im writing this because i know. i see the broken smiles that have pieces of the lives lost still stuck in them. i hear the stories of how beautiful and caring she was and i knew her. and it hurts. because you think you don’t matter and you’re convinced you don’t, until it’s too late. please, don’t let it become too late. when you see people broken after a life is lost, you understand. and it’s terrible and for weeks after, you can’t help but cry every time you feel the sun on your skin because they won’t get to feel that anymore. and it rips you to shreds and changes you as a person. so please, take it from someone who understands, you are worth life. you deserve to live. i know things are hard, i know you feel alone, but things will not be dark forever. on the other side of the clouds there is still sunshine no matter how bad the storm once was. so i am begging you, stay alive.
u want promps and im a slut for angst so... andreil arguing?
hoo boy ok this is on my phone so bear with me the keypad is small.
“Don’t you fucking dare walk out that door.”
Neil was livid and then he was mad on top of that because Neil didn’t get mad. A name that Neil had long left in the past got mad, and this anger, this outrage, was a cold reminder that Neil was a fase front. A ruse, no matter how legal, was still a ruse when it boiled down to it, and when it boiled down to it Neil was livid.
Because someone had to care, even if it was a negative emotion.
“Why? Because I told you I would stop running?” Neil asked, turning halfway to face Andrew, hand still gripped on the door.
Andrew stood, feet shoulder length apart; casual. His arms hung limply by his sides, they were not locked with tension. Neil didn’t expect him to lock him in an embrace, but he sort of expected him to put up more of a fight.
“You don’t leave when things get hard, Neil. That’s the whole point of life, it being hard. You don’t just get to run off to Matt when you need to be coddled.”
Like a light to a fuse, Neil lit up in the night.
“Don’t fucking bring Matthew into this. This is between you and me. It’s our problem. You want me to stay? Fine, I’ll fucking stay,” Neil said, slamming the door, “But don’t you dare tell me how to be when you’re doing the exact same thing.”
“I’m standing right here. I never left. And I sure as fuck didn’t slam the door at ass o'clock in the morning, waking half of the complex no doubt,” Andrew bit out.
“Don’t pretend you give a fuck about them and don’t deflect because it won’t get you out of this talk. You wanted me to stay, I’ll stay, but we’re doing this now.”
Andrew didn’t flinch, but to Neil it was like he had physically recoiled. Neil deflated.
“Andrew,” Neil started, much gentler than he was mere moments ago, “This is going to be hard okay? We’re a this as much as you want to ignore that and I respect that boundary and I respect you. I apparently haven’t gotten over my temper and I got carried away. I apologize for yelling at you and acting like I couldn’t have a rational conversation.” The ‘even though you’re being a stubborn ass’ was silent, but Andrew read it in his posture.
He refused to speak, so Neil continued, “I don’t get to yell at you when I’m frustrated; fact. You don’t get to leave me for my own good; fact. The Moriyamas upped the price of my debt to them and it’s a debt I’ll always owe. Now, it’s fair if you want to leave, but you’re not doing it for me.”
“Don’t be simple. We need to come up with a plan.”
“This is where the knight in shining armor,” Andrew pointed to himself, “saves the damsel in distress by slaying the dragon.” He shot Neil finger guns indicating that Neil was the damsel.
“Is this where I say I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. Have a nice day?”
Andrew rolled his eyes and stalked toward the table where the letter was sitting, written on heavy parchment.
“You can tell me I’m cute.”
“You can work on your anger and learn to speak rationally even when you want to be mad,” Andrew said, barely paying Neil any attention.
“About that…” Neil trailed off causing Andrew to look up. “I was thinking, if we were going to do this for real–domestic partnership–I think I would like to start meeting with a therapist biweekly.”
“Who are you and where’s Neil? I’ve seen Neighborhood Watch, I know how to kill you.”
“There are things I remember about Nathan—no let me finish, there are things I remember and I don’t know how much of it’s nature and how much is nurture, you’re the one who took the psychology classes in college,I just quizzed you, but I want to be all in with you.”
“I’ll never marry you.”
Neil laughed. “I wasn’t aware I asked, you egotistical maniac. I love you.”
Part 2 of this was highly requested a while back, so here it is and it’s officially my debut piece in writing for the first time in a while! I hope you guys are appeased with it and if you aren’t, then don’t read it? lol
i have a possible prompt for a boyf friends fic? Christine: jeremy why are you naked? Jeremy: I'm uh out of clothes Christine: no silly! You've got a full closet. See, there's shirts pants, hi Michael, socks
Thank you so much for sending a request, I hope you enjoy!
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already she knows what it means
To hate oneself and, if you ask her,
She can tell you right away what depression is.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And she comes up to me asking me
Whether or not she is beautiful-
There are boys in her class who whisper
And she cannot find it in herself to keep her head up.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And the weighing machine has become her best friend,
She steps onto it every day
Asking me if the weight shown on the scale
Is the ‘ideal’.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when people call her pretty she casts her eyes downwards,
Mumbles a meek 'thank you’ and tells me
She thinks they did it out of courtesy.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already people are telling her
That 'if you don’t try to dress pretty people won’t like you’-
I’ve seen her look at my dresses and sigh
That she wished she was pretty enough to pull them off.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when I told her I was leaving to college
She cried for hours and told me that people were right
And that no one was going to stick around to love her
Because she wasn’t what people wanted.
My younger sister is only 10 years old
And her heart has been broken too many times
Despite her tender age and status as a child
And you ask me why I’m climbing on rooftops
Screaming 'let children be children’
Because, what people are taking is their innocence
And my younger sister is only 10.
Hey! About the hwarang requests, could you write about yeo wool? So the plot could be about him, and (y/n) worrying about him being killed while sparring with the other hwarangs(anyone really). He’s trying to reassure y/n everything is going to be ok. It could either be fluffy or smuty - angst really whatever is easier and more enjoyable for you to write ✌ thank u again!! - @allaboutthespn
Sutabaksu was usually loud and full of people, but today, the popular teahouse erupted with immense chatters. Because it was also a day that the Hwarangs were able to leave the Hwarang House and return home, most of the beautiful knights decided to stop by for some tea, doubling the number of customers. Unsurprisingly, women flocked and surrounded the elite males to question the gossip that spread like wildfire in the capital city of Silla. “I heard that Princess Sook Myung ordered a fight in a few days,” one gisaeng cried, distressed. “Is it true that you all will be sparring against each other?”
The Hwarang who sat across from the equally beautiful gisaeng let out a scoff as if he also could not believe it himself. He looked over next to him where sat his other elite friend who released a long sigh. “It’s true. This isn’t like any other training we’ve done so far. We could definitely lose our lives this time.”
“Oh no!” the gisaeng said, anguish in her voice. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she let out such loud sobs that everyone else in the teahouse could hear. Though she was the one showing her sorrow in the open, for sure, everyone else was feeling the same way.
At another table, across the room, you could hear the conversations going on around, but that couldn’t stop the unpleasant thoughts in your mind that blocked out everything but one Hwarang that you were particularly worried about. You needed to see him. Anxiousness filled you. You couldn’t help but lick your slightly chapped lips as your eyes darted at the entrance door every few minutes, impatiently waiting. Why isn’t he here yet? Did something happen to him? He said we would meet at this time… Your heart felt like it would burst soon. It was not until you noticed a cup placed in front of you that you snapped out of your thoughts. Steam rose, and the scent of ginger filled your nose. You looked up to find your two closest friends looking at you with empathy. “Thank you,” you said, picking up the warm cup to take a sip.
“Ginger tea helps with nausea,” Ah Ro explained as she and Soo Yeon took a seat across from you. “I know how worried you are, (Y/N). I’m also worried about them, especially my older brother, but you should take care of yourself so that you don’t fall ill.”
Soo Yeon nodded her head in agreement. “I’m also worried about my older brother, but he’s a great fighter. I can’t help but be more worried about Ban Ryu.”
“What was the princess thinking?” you muttered. “Ah Ro, since you also stay in the Hwarang House, you must know. What’s been happening?”
“I’m not really sure. I just usually take care of the sick and injured knights. Some of them just mentioned about how their training was going to change. It became more intense recently. They even brought another group of males who are really great at martial arts to act as the Hwarangs’ servants and helpers. It’s as if they really are preparing to go to war.”
“No one’s allowed to watch the sparring, are they?” you asked your friend, quietly. Fear slowly found its way back to you.
Ah Ro shook her head. “I’ll be there as a physician in case something does go wrong. Other than Her Majesty, no one can enter.”
The three of you grew silent. Soon, you were aware of the shift of topic from the talks around you. “Yeo Wool’s here!”
Even with the uneasiness of the upcoming fight, with one glance at the stunning man who walked through the door, all of the women in the room dropped their conversation and had their attention stolen by the elegant Hwarang. No matter how many times you’ve seen Yeo Wool, you also couldn’t help but become quite speechless by his aura. Ah Ro looked at you and smiled. “I’ll take my leave now. I should probably return home and check on my older brother.”
“Me too. Hopefully, I’ll be able to run into Ban Ryu as well,” Soo Yeon said.
Both of your best friends stood up and said goodbye to you before exiting Sutabaksu together to find their own loved ones. Not sure what to do you next, you just picked up your cup of ginger tea, taking another sip of the spicy yet slightly sweet drink as you waited. Once Yeo Wool spotted you, a smile instantly appeared on his face. He read your expression and was able to see your nervousness right away. Returning after staying in the Hwarang House for a while, he realized how much he missed you. How was it that you looked prettier each time he came to see you? Yeo Wool approached your table. “I apologize for my lateness. I do hope you didn’t wait long, (Y/N).”
You watched Yeo Wool as he took a seat. A server came by to take his order, but once the server left, your Hwarang turned his attention fully to you. “You’ve been well?” he asked you with a playful smile.
“Please don’t act like nothing’s wrong right now…” you said.
Yeo Wool chuckled. “How can anything be wrong when I get to spend time with the most amazing person in Seorabol right now?”
“How about it, (Y/N)? What do you say about going to Okta tonight?”
His eyes twinkled in anticipation as he took his fan and waved it up and down, cooling his face. Few strands of his long hair that even women envied flew back. You did not respond and continue to stare at him. You knew he wanted to break the tension, but you did not want the serious situation to be avoided.
“Alright then…” he replied, his eyes flickering elsewhere for a second when he found your stare and silence overwhelming. “It’s okay. Ban Ryu and Soo Ho also rejected my offer to go. Pity, but I guess we can just stay here.”
You slammed one of your palms down on the wooden table, the loud sound echoing. Customers around you whipped their head over to you to witness the action. Yeo Wool continued to sit with a calm posture, but he didn’t dare to move an inch as he sensed your seriousness. “You could lose your life…” you whispered to him. Your voice was soft, yet stern.
Yeo Wool softened. Before he met you, he had always acted nonchalant towards other people and their businesses. Though quite nosy about what was going on around him, he never genuinely cared about another’s problem. He usually just stood on the sidelines and quietly watched. As soon as you came into his life, with your vibrancy and little side of sarcasm, going up against his sharp personality but at the same time matching well with it, he found someone he could really be sincere with. You were the last person he wanted to upset.
Yeo Wool’s soft hand reached for yours, the one that you used to slam down at the table. He lifted your hand up and rubbed it smoothly, relieving the pain that you felt on your palm. “I know,” he replied, knowing that there’s nothing else he could say to really put your heart at ease.
“Isn’t there a way to prevent this from happening?” you asked.
“I’m sure if there was, it would’ve been done,” Yeo Wool admitted. “I don’t think the chief instructor wants us to spar either. The princess probably thinks that we’re not strong enough to protect the king. In a way, she’s not wrong. When it comes to protecting the Royal Family, we’ll have to put our lives on the line for them. I guess… if we can’t handle taking a life, ours will be taken.”
“It’s still not right. You all can still train hard without putting each other at risk. If the princess all of sudden have the Hwarangs kill each other, there will barely be enough to fight and defend the Royal Family later.”
You shook your head, unable to comprehend the princess’ decision. Tears began to blur your vision, but you tried your best to hold them back by blinking them away. “I’m not judging your sword skills at all, Yeo Wool, but I’ve never seen you in a fight. How can I be so sure that you’ll be fine? What if you have to go up against someone like Soo Yeon’s older brother?”
“Do not worry about me, (Y/N). I’ll be fine,” Yeo Wool promised. He squeezed your hand gently in assurance.
At the same time, the server returned with Yeo Wool’s tea, setting it in front of the flawless male. Yeo Wool softly blew the steam away and took a sip of his own ginger tea. You looked down at your own cup of tea to see your own reflection. There was no steam left as your once warm drink had cooled. You appreciated Yeo Wool’s effort to console you, but it was not enough to help your appetite. “Do you know who you’ll be going up against?” you asked, looking at him again.
Yeo Wool placed his tea back down. “Though the selection of opponents could change at any time, as of now, it’s Han Sung.”
“Han Sung…” you repeated. “Is he the grandson of Suk Hyuk Jae? The one with the half-breed brother?”
Yeo Wool nodded his head.
“Ah Ro told me about him,” you continued, “and that he has such a cute personality. Interesting how he chose to be a part of Hwarang when his grandfather is against the Silla Imperial family. I heard that he doesn’t really like to fight.”
“Han Sung used to be in another group, but for some reason, he was kicked out. He’s been staying in our room instead. I agree with Ah Ro that he is cute.”
You watched Yeo Wool’s face. He sported a dry smile, and you slowly caught onto his thoughts. “You don’t want him to get hurt, right?” you asked, heart aching. You have never met Han Sung, but maybe you were glad not to. If you had gotten used to his supposedly innocent face and personality, you too would have gotten your feelings in a tangle and sympathized for him like you did for Yeo Wool. As much you favored an occasion where no had to die, the princess already mentioned that it was a possible some could, and you desperately did not want Yeo Wool to be among that possibility.
Silence hung over the both of you. You wondered if things could have turned out differently if the king showed his face. Maybe, if he was as trustworthy and kind as you wanted to assume, he would not have left his warriors to be left in the hands of his sister. The sparring was inevitable at this point.
Once Yeo Wool regained composure, he looked at you, studying your tight brows and frown. He squeezed your hand, causing you to leave your train of thoughts and look up at him. A real smile appeared. “Let’s take a walk.”
You were not the type to display your affection in public. Your Hwarang was the opposite; Yeo Wool did not mind one bit if anyone watched or not, but since today was different, you also decided to make it an exception. Your hand intertwined with his, and he held onto it tightly as the two of you walked through the crowds in the capital. “I know you’re very worried about me, (Y/N)…” Yeo Wool said, continuing to look straight ahead. “I promise you that you don’t have to be at all.”
“I should trust you,” you replied, shaking your head to yourself. “I should trust that you’ll be able to make it through this unnecessary fight, that you can win it… but I also can’t help feeling the way I do. You’re really important to me, Yeo Wool. I hate thinking about how I can lose you because of this. What am I supposed to do?”
“Hm. For right now, it would just be great strength to me if you could stay by my side before I have to return to the Hwarang House. Can you do that?”
You simply nodded your head. “Yes, I won’t ever leave your side.”
Yeo Wool lifted his other hand to pet your hair as he chuckled. “Good.” You felt your cheeks start to heat from his touch but laughed in return. Soon enough, you reached your own house. You walked to the huge low table in front and sat down. Yeo Wool took a seat next to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, and you leaned into his arms. His body was so warm, and it felt so safe. “So… why did Soo Ho and Ban Ryu reject your offer to go to Okta?” you asked.
Flustered by your sudden question, Yeo Wool’s eyes widened. Then he smiled at how you tried to change the subject. He didn’t want to talk anymore about the sparring either. He would deal it with it when the time came. Until then, he only wants to leave with good memories of you. “Just between you and me,” Yeo Wool said in a low voice, “I think more than not wanting to go with me, they didn’t want to be there with each other. Last time all of us went out to go drink with each other, Soo Ho and Ban Ryu found themselves in each other’s embrace the next morning. What a sight.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “They don’t look like weak drinkers.”
“I think among us, Ji Dwi is the best at taking alcohol. I’d say I’m next. And then probably Soo Ho, but he really did drink a lot that time. He could barely remember what had happened the next morning.”
“Why didn’t you ask Han Sung to go to with you? He seems like the person you’re closest to.”
Yeo Wool shrugged. “Han Sung had to go with his brother to their grandfather’s place right away. Maybe we’ll see him before I have to go back, and I can introduce the both of you. He’s so innocent that you can’t help but like him.”
“Is there a possibility that I’ll like him more than you?” you said, teasingly.
“Nevermind. You don’t need to meet Han Sung.”
“Why not?!?!” you exclaimed. “Now I really want to meet him.”
Yeo Wool pouted, feigning hurt. To comfort him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself against him in a hug. Feeling as if he was going to melt in your arms, Yeo Wool couldn’t control his face and grinned at your touch. When you looked up to gaze at him with eyes like cute doe, he took the chance to lean down quickly press his lips against yours. You smiled into the sweet kiss, accepting the small peck.
One wasn’t enough for Yeo Wool, so as soon as he pulled away, he leaned back down to give you a second kiss. Many people who didn’t know Yeo Wool always saw him as someone with a more mysterious, sensual aura. He actually had pleasant side to him. “How about this,” Yeo Wool suggested, “after my sparring assignment, when I come back successful and healthy, we can go to Okta together. I will let you see exactly how these other boys act when they have their guards down.”
“Only if you swear to return safely.”
“I can assure you that I will, (Y/N). I will protect myself. Once I do that, I can show them that I can protect our king. And that I can protect you.”
Your ex boyfriend meets you in a comic book store.
He tells you that you give good hugs, he smiles,
He goes home after exchanging numbers with you.
He lives hours from you and you talk all the time to make up for the fact.
He shares your interests, your passions, your enthusiasms,
He clicks with you in no time whatsoever.
When he tells you that he loves you, your ex boyfriend
Will stumble and trip over his words
Like some form of obstacle, an accident, a mistake.
He does not realise this yet, but for now,
You are the gold in his life
You are long hair and flannel shirts
Obscure music and a passion for superheroes and comic books.
Your ex boyfriend stays with you over the summer.
You share souls, share stories
The week after he leaves, you spend time wondering
What might have been if he stayed longer. What might have happened
If he lived closer, was closer, got closer
Your ex boyfriend has big hands perfect for your own.
But you find yourself falling through his fingertips like sand
And it isn’t something that could have been stopped. Your ex boyfriend
Insists it’s his fault, that he’s the reason
You slipped out of his palms and into the open sea.
Your ex boyfriend asks if you can still be friends.
You snatch this offer in the same way he stole your heart so quickly
And you try to treat it with the same care he treated you.
You sit at home at four in the morning.
You and your ex boyfriend haven’t spoken in months
And you accept his offer once again, you ask how he’s been
You hope you can be friends at least.
Your ex boyfriend sees your message.
He will not text you back.
He’ll protect you from other men, so he can have you to himself. #cuffingseason He’ll treat you like a decent human being, and then act like you owe him. #goldstar He coulda beat you, but he didn’t. #niceguysnevergetlaid
- Kai Davis & Miriam Harris “Stay Woke” (CUPSI 2015)
Hello! So... since harry potter is on your fandom list thing, is there any way a huge fan of yours could get a slightly angsty and incredibly fluffy oneshot or more if you get inspired with that precious bb Remus Lupin? It can be HP era or marauders era, up to you. Thanks so much!! :)
OK SO PLEASE SEND MORE HARRY POTTER STUFF BC REMUS IS MY BABE AND I LOVE HIM SM??? this is set in the marauders era but i am 1000% down to write some golden trio era stuff too !! also im like one of a solid 3 people in the fandom that doesnt subscribe to the whole andrew garfield as a faceclaim thing but hey mod gaston and i came up with alternates and we decided matthew grey gubler makes an adorable remus bc look at this babe ???? but hey yall can have ur hcs ill have mine 🕷️💋
“Hey James!” you flagged down the boy as he walked.
“____, what’s up?”
“Have you seen Rem? I wanted to ask him about some homework.”
“He’s, uh, out. Y’know,” he nervously scans the other students passing the two of you.
“Full moon tonight?” you ask keeping your voice low. He nods slightly.
“Listen, I promised I’d meet Pads before dinner -” he awkwardly motioned towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
“No, no it’s alright,” you turn to walk back down the staircase, “I’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”
You took a seat in one of the chairs of the Common Room, glancing around at the decor.
“Never been in Gryffindor’s before…” you mumble to yourself.
You watch as three particular troublemakers made their way from the boy’s dormitory towards you.
Sirius was the first to notice you, “____? What are you doing -”
“Got the password a while ago from a friend. Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”
“We’re kinda busy, can it wait till tomorrow?”
“Listen, I know you guys usually spend the night with him, but -”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m his friend too, you know,” you sigh, “He tells me these kinds of things. Anyways, I was thinking…What if I went tonight?”
“I’m all for the fact that you wanna help a friend, ____, but you can’t come with us, it’s too dangerous.”
“I actually wanted to go alone.”
They all stared at you as if you were mad.
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“James, listen, I’ve got a plan and -”
“No! It’s way too dangerous. Listen, ____, it’s nothing against you, but…It’s just…Too dangerous.”
“If you won’t let me go I’ll march right down to Dumbledore’s office and tell him about your little map you all use.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
James sighed, Sirius simply glared at you, and Peter stood behind them, clueless as always.
“When you get hurt don’t say we didn’t warn you.”
You get up from your seat and make your way towards the exit, “I’ll be fine.”
“How do you even know about the map anyways?” James calls after you.
“I told you, he tells me these kinds of things,” you smirk.
Your footsteps echoed off of the stone walls as you traversed the small passageway. You could still hear the thump of the Whomping Willow above you, and had it not been for the soft glow of your wand, you would’ve been left in complete darkness. After a few minutes of walking, you found yourself confronted with a small door above you, it reminded you of the entrance to a cellar. You pushed your way through it, being sure it was closed once you were through.
The house you stood in was dusty and decrepit, just standing in the hall you felt your anxiety levels rise. You slowly took your first step, and the floor under you creaked. You heard a shuffling from upstairs, and your eyes shot towards the ceiling, scanning it for any other signs of life. After a small period of silence, you took another step, this time towards the nearby staircase.
You heard the shuffling again, then a small thunk.
“Rem?” you whispered, hoping to hear him answer.
You climbed the steps slowly, trying to make minimal noise. Your bag felt heavy on your shoulder despite its light weight.
At the top of the steps, you were faced with a door, half open already.
You reached out and pushed it, and watched as it slowly creaked open.
You saw him sat in the corner, his head buried in his knees, his breath rigid.
His head shot up at the sound of your voice.
“____, what are you doing here?” his face was overwhelmed with worry, making the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.
“You’ve got to leave, you gotta go, it - It’s not safe, you know -”
“Does it hurt?”
He stopped speaking, though his expression was still overcome with concern.
“Does it hurt?”
He doesn’t acknowledge your question for a moment until he slowly nods, dropping his head back to his knees.
“Yeah,” his voice was muffled.
“You’ve got to leave, though,” he suddenly stands, “You know it’s not safe -”
He shakes his head as he approaches you, “Please, I don’t…” He finally is close enough to touch, and you watch your friend stare down at your hand - god how much he wanted to take it in his own, grab it and never let go - “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I might,” he meets your eyes, “I can’t exactly control myself when…When it happens.”
You reach into your bag, pulling out a small object. You look at it before placing it in his hand.
“I know it’s your favorite.” He looks at the small candy bar before glancing back up at you, he had such pretty eyes, didn’t he? You never noticed how the green sometimes turned to a sort of blue -
“Thank you,” a small smile crossed his face, “But…You really do have to go.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“At least let me stay for a little bit longer, then.”
He turned his head, looking out the window before glancing down at the chocolate, then to you.
“You can’t stay long.”
A smile spreads across your face.
“I don’t get how you stand me, really,” he leans his head back against the wall.
“I mean, all I really am is a hassle, aren’t I? I just cause problems and I’m not worth your time, and -”
“Rem, you’re worth all the time in the world.”
“What I am is a monster.”
“What you are is kind, and cute, and shy and -”
“I don’t get why you like someone like me. Someone with my condition.”
“Because you aren’t defined by it. It’s a small part of a much bigger whole.”
“It’s a pretty big part of my life, if you ask me.”
“I’m not saying it’s not. I’m saying everything else about you, all that good, isn’t defined by that single negative. You’re too hard on yourself, Remus. You’re really a wonderful guy.”
“That’s not how I see it.”
“Well it’s how everyone else does. I’ll just have to teach you to see it my way, eh?” you nudge him playfully. He flashes a small smile again, and the sight makes your heart melt.
You sit in silence for a few minutes, just sitting, enjoying each other’s company. You almost forget why you’re there until suddenly you see him tense up.
“You gotta go,” he breathes before letting out a grunt of pain and falling forward to the floor.
You felt your heart shatter at the sight of him in pain.
“Rem -” you reach out towards him, resting your hand on his shoulder. At your touch he jerks away.
He’s shaking as he meets your eyes. His pupils dilate as his head lowers again, and he lets out a scream of pain. You wince at the noise, but stand your ground. His nails dig into the floor and his breath quivers as he bites hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood.
“Please,” his voice is weak.
“I want to stay.”
He jerks backwards, slamming against the wall. You look away as you hear the sickening snap of bone.
You slowly back towards the bed that sat in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do. He let out another groan of pain, though as it went on it became less human. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
There were a few more moments filled with the sounds of both bone and flesh contorting, and you hold your breath as the room becomes silent. You hear a small whimper, and you slowly open your eyes, and turn to face him.
You’d expected much worse, honestly.
He almost looked cute - his fur was shaggy, and the same shade as his hair. His robes were tattered but still clung to his body.
You let out the breath you held.
His amber eyes snapped up towards you, and you were struck with fear.
“Rem?” you whisper.
The wolf’s eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step towards you. You smiled and stepped away from the bed, towards him, and extended a hand to reach for him. He stopped walking, and you barely saw his pupils dilate once more before he let out a growl and leapt towards you.
You stumbled backwards, onto the bed and frantically grabbed around for your wand. Your fingers felt nothing but the cold and worn quilt of the bed as you heard another bark and the patter of nails against the hardwood floor. You barely rolled out of the way before you felt the pressure of another creature on the bed besides you. You clambered onto the floor, searching furiously for your wand. You spotted it a foot away, next to your bag. Crawling towards it, you barely making contact before you heard the howl of your friend beside you.
If you could even call it your friend - you knew it wasn’t really him.
“Rem, please,” you whimper, finally grabbing hold of your wand. You then pull yourself to your feet using the wall as support.
The wolf simply growled aggressively, and bounded towards you. He swiped at your arm, barely catching it and tearing your colored robes in the process. The action made you fall backwards, though you didn’t process the pain right away.
Your breathing quickened as the animal slowly approached you again, teeth bared.
“Remus, I know you’re in there somewhere. I know…I know…”
The beast paid no attention to your pleas and leaped towards you again, but before he made contact with you, your arm flew in front of you, wand in hand. You weren’t sure which spell you’d casted, as a thousand different ones had flown through your mind all at once, but whichever it was sent the wolf flying back into the wall. It landed on the ground, whimpering. You immediately felt a pang of regret and sadness, you had just hurt your best friend.
You slowly approached him, placing a hand on his soft fur.
The wolf responded slightly to the noise, trying to lift its head. It let out a deep huff before resting back on the ground.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry -” You placed your other hand onto its head, petting him. It seemed to lean into your touch, once again letting out a small whine.
Maybe it had hit its head too hard, or maybe you had somehow gotten through to him, but you knew then that you were safe. You sat down next to him, leaning against his torso, slowly stroking the fur of his neck. The scraps of robe that still stuck to him somehow only added to your comfort, reminding you of his true self.
You closed your eyes, and soon enough fell into a deep slumber, not even noticing that the wolf had adjusted its large body to somewhat wrap itself around you protectively.
It wasn’t the sunlight glaring through the window that woke you. It wasn’t even the cold. In fact, it was the lack of cold that had awoken you. You opened your eyes, still dazed from sleep. Your pillow rose and fell rhythmically, and you raised your head to look at it, confused.
Instead of the familiar four-poster you were used to sleeping in, you then realized that you lay on the hard-wood floor of a bedroom.
“Rem?” your voice was low and still veiled in slumber.
He lay below you, dark circles surrounding his eyes. Just the look of him made you exhausted, as though in some way you could share his burden of fatigue.
His arm is draped around your waist, and you make no attempt to move it as you lay back down against his chest, which is barely covered by his clothes.
The contact makes him shiver, and he opens his eyes, startled after being pulled from sleep.
He groans, taking a moment to asses the situation.
“____?” his voice is gravelly.
“Hm?” you snuggle closer to him, suddenly feeling the chill of the shack’s air.
“What are you…Oh god. Oh god, did I -”
“I’m fine, love.”
He stiffens at the name. You chuckle, then reach up to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“____, I don’t understand…”
“Why you’d risk your life for…Someone like me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
You look up at him again and see a few stray strands of hair draped over his face. You grin, once again reaching up to kiss him, though this time you capture his lips, and your eyes flutter shut as you do so. Despite his exhaust, he eagerly kisses back, and after you part he sighs, turning his head to stare out the window.
“Have you got classes today?”
“Can we stay a while longer?”
“Of course, Rem.”
You hear an almost inaudible, “Yes!” from him.
You giggle as you cuddle closer to him, and he wraps his other arm around you, “Dork.”
2D having a massive fight with his S/O? Thank u so much
I wanted this to be angst but I couldn’t just leave it at angst.
Stuart Pot (2D):
What started off as a simple argument, it turned 360. All you asked 2D was maybe he would start laying off the painkillers. You hated seeing him like that and it broke your heart coming to see him and seeing him high as hell. But 2D took it completely wrong and accused you of trying to change who he was.
From that small asking, it turned to 2D and you screaming at each other in full force. The two of you had completely forgotten the original argument and were just spewing the worst kind of insults. You had finally gotten to the point where you grabbed a vase and threw it at him, purposely missing of course.
You had went to the room that he let you stay in sometimes and slammed it shut. That when 2D realized he fucked up. He all realized that you were just looking after him. 2D was going to let you cool off before confronting you about it so he swept up the glass and threw them away.
He leaned up against the door and started to sing to you. You wiped the tears off your face and opened the door to see him looking at you apologetically. He immediately hugged you and told you he understood where you were coming from and he would try and see if he could finally quit the shitty habit he had.
In games, there are screens that pop up like “Do you wish to
continue?”, “Would you like to start from your last save point?” and “Are you
sure you want to delete this file? All progress made up till this point will be
lost forever and you will have to start over again”. At some point, Jihoon had
mused how useful those types of screens would be and how handy of a function it
was but he could never find a point in his life where he would regret something
so much he’d resort to those. But as he stood there, his umbrella doing nothing
to protect him from the rain and his jacket doing little to shield him from the
cold, Jihoon wished that those options were a reality.
Does he remember what he did.
Does he realise it was him?
That with love songs and sad poems he ripped my bones from under my skin cracked each one into a more tangible size then shoved them haphazardly back in.
Does he know of the endless stream of apologies that have flowed from my mouth this past year.
Does he know how there’s scars on my feet from all those eggshells I walked on.
Does he know that even though he drank for two days after I got the courage to say ‘hey,’
‘I don’t think I can go on this way’
I still don’t regret it
Does he ever think of the things he said
And think of how they actually rang in my head
'No one likes me, I’m better off dead’
Did he treat her better?
Hair like snow and cursive letters
A year of them bound together she must’ve had a different him
When his mind had healed and he let her in
Rather than display his pain through bulletproof skin
I hope he’s better now than when I knew him
I hope I’ll be better soon, because he never meant to, he never knew it.
When you fell out of love with me, I left the door unlocked and the lights on incase you decided to come home.
2 years later and I realized you were my home.
If I could have had you sleeping in my bed every night i would have been happy the rest of my life.
I told you the view was perfect but i was looking at you.
The sky tried to steal my heart the day you left but i said it belonged to you.
Your words made a home in my veins and it’s a shame you decided to leave cause they’re forever engraved in the chambers of my heart.
you shouldn’t have slammed the door so hard when you left and if I could I’d take you back to when we first met just to show you the chaos you caused in my mind and maybe it’s all for nothing now, how you said “I think this is for the best” I asked you to “Please stay” and you slammed the door on my heart.