˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Forgetful as a goldfish

(request) kazuha, kaeya and scaramouche - separate -with a s/o that barely eats anything because they always forget and never notice it.

✦ Warnings: reader is gn! No pronouns used, forgetful reader obv, tough love (?) slight kaeya/Wanderer mischaracterization???

✦ Notes: actual footage of me speeding through rqs before Christmas and im also rlly excited. I'm gonna stay up late so i see santa/father Christmas :3 jk I'll be sleeping like a baby. Also this is short I'm sorry 🎅

Kazuha

- Kazuha, being quite a calm and collected samuri , doesn't particularly invest in others lives; usually letting them walk their own path, yet when it comes to his lover, you. Kazuha tends to pay more attention to your habits and the little things about you.

- at first, your seemingly harmless forgetting to fill your stomach was just a silly mistake to him, thinking perhaps you were just a hard and busy worker, until it became constant. You never seem to eat, nor starve or crave. He doesn't understand how you survive everyday.

- He knows you must eat to maintain energy and happiness, so being the lovely boyfriend he is, he takes time out of his day to frequently remind you to eat something, even if it's just a snack.

- eats with you so you feel more comfortable/less pressured because he's the perfect boyfriend ^^

Kaeya

- this man is probably loaded with mora. So, he might just buy you fancy tasty treats until you gain an appetite or start reminding yourself to eat something delicious. Dinner dates at the tavern/favourite restaurants because he wants to spoil you until you're broke.

- sends some dude with his captain privileges to deliver snacks during the day if you're at work or at home with little love notes because he wants to treat you like a princess/prince/royalty, he loves you a lot.

- on his lunch breaks he comes to your home/work to eat with you and have picnic dates sometimes (anything to get outta work!/j)

Wanderer

- notices, asks you about it after like two days, then his mission to make you remember to eat again begins. It's scary actually, I can see him appearing behind you all of a sudden to ask if you've eaten.

- he WILL cook for you, full course meals if he has too. Wanderer is the definition of 'tough love' in a way, like for example. Wanderer will feed you gently whilst insulting you for being stupid and not eating.

- Wanderer doesn't need to eat since he's a puppet but will eat with you to make you feel better about it.

- is a worry wort even if he doesn't admit it. It could be 4am in the morning and he'd be waking you up to ask if you ate breakfast last week on thursday at exactly 9:36 am then gets fuming if you say you hadn't.

- sometimes you feel like you're being watched when he manages to fin you during the day, asking if you want to go have some lunch with him.

don't share my work anywhere ty!!

Also heres Christmas scara wip/sketch

hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

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Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

Naja: 6

You’re up and out of your room by 7:50 that morning. You’re not surprised to see Bucky waiting for you by the elevators.

“Hi sweetheart.” He says and you give him a tired smile.

“Hi Bucky, do we have time for coffee?”

“Yea,” he tells you with a smile and you take his hand then make your way to where the lobby has coffee. You get your coffee then follow Bucky’s lead to where you’re supposed to meet the group. There are 5 other couples there, when you walk up they introduce themselves. Nick Fury and his girlfriend Maria Rambeau, Hope Van Dyne and her husband Scott Lang, Thor Odinson and his wife Sif, Natasha Romanoff and her boyfriend Clint Barton and a man named Brock Rumlow and his girlfriend Sharon Carter. They’re all friendly and you and Bucky introduce yourselves to them as two guides come to join the group. They’re a young couple, and seem very sweet.

The day starts with the hot air balloon, something about it being the best time of day for it with wind a stuff. There’s a balloon for each couple, and a basket of food and you and Bucky end up with a quiet man named Drax. The view is like nothing else you’ve ever seen, you’re so high, the air is cold and crisp and Bucky is warm next to you.

“It’s pretty incredible isn’t it Doll?”

“It is.” You tell him leaning into him, Bucky curls an arm around you, caging you between him and the side of the basket. You relax against him, enjoying his warmth in the cool of the morning. In the basket you’d found easy to eat foods, strawberries, blueberries, baguette slices and cheese. There’s also a small bottle of orange juice and one of apple juice that you’ve been drinking. Bucky presses a soft kiss to the side of your head and you sigh. You’ve kind of given up on not enjoying being with him, so you’ve decided you’re going to enjoy the time and then never see him again. It’s the safest option for you both, if Bossman found out about Bucky he’d use him or he’d kill him.

After the balloons you all load into a minibus and head to the beach. There’s a boat waiting for you when you get there.

“How did you two like the hot air balloon?” Scott asks his arm slung over Hope’s shoulders.

“Incredible.” You tell him with a smile, “colder than I thought though.”

“Me too,” Sif agrees from where she’s leaned against Thor. The group continues to chat while you wait to board the boat, things seem tense between Brock and Sharon. You turn to Bucky and mutter,

“Brock looks pissed.”

“Yea he does, Sharon doesn’t look much happier.” He mumbles back and you laugh softly.

“How long have the two of you been together?”

“Just over a year.” Bucky says, “we were at a hockey game rooting for different teams and I thought I might as well shoot my shot.” Hope and Maria both ‘aw’ softly and you laugh,

“For the record. His team lost.”

“Yea but I won.” Bucky flirts and you laugh again as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I remember those days, still firmly in the honeymoon phase.” Nat says and Clint hums. “Vacations are how we keep the romance alive.” There’s a chorus of agreement and Bucky chuckles,

“Sounds like we’re going to need to keep taking vacations sweetheart.”

“Oh darn.” You deadpan and the group laughs as Peter and MJ come and join you.

“Alright, now that we’re set let’s get to the snorkeling.” Peter says handing out life jackets. “You only have to have the life jackets on when we’re in the water but we want everyone to have their supplies before we head out.” You get a snorkel, goggles and fins then head down the dock and to the boat.

Everyone but Sharon goes in the water. She’s looked particularly nervous since the boat pulled away from the safety of shore.

“Scared of the water.” Brock tells you with an annoyed look and a shrug before he gets into the water leaving Sharon behind.

After snorkeling is lunch on the boat of sandwiches and you take the time to add more sunscreen. Then another boat comes out to join yours with the parasailing gear on it. You and Bucky get to go up together an you’re shocked by how quiet it is up in the air.

“Having fun?” He asks and you nod looking over at him.

“Yea, this was a good find. Thanks Bucky.”

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me.” He says and you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “come ‘ere.” He grumbles gently directing your chin back toward him and kissing you soundly. Your stomach does this swoop that has nothing to do with being so high in the air.

At dinner Sharon and Brock get into a quiet fight at the back of the boat. You see him storm off and offer her a little smile then go find Bucky. When Sharon doesn’t join you after a few minutes something feels wrong.

“I’ll be right back.” You mutter to Bucky then you make your way back to the back of the boat and to your horror Sharon is sinking in the water. “Bucky!” You scream grabbing the life saving ring and diving overboard toward the submerged woman. When you surface you hear Bucky yelling behind you,

“Man overboard! Man overboard!” You swim as hard as you can then dive down and search for Sharon. You feel her hair and as bad as it might hurt it’s better than being dead. You grab her hair and pull her up with you, you pin her arm between yours and the ring and take a couple of breaths.

“Sharon? Sharon can you hear me?” You ask as you kick toward the boat. “Buck! Help!” You call and moments later you hear a splash. Bucky surfaces a few feet away then grabbing onto the ring he starts to kick and one arm swim. “I can’t tell if she’s breathing!” You yell to the group on the boat, Nick and Scott help pull Sharon out of the water and Bucky climbs out then starts CPR. After a few tense moments she coughs and takes a stuttering breath but doesn’t regain consciousness.

“Coastguard is on their way.” Peter says.

“Where the fuck is Brock?” Bucky growls and a moment later a confused looking Brock rounds the corner.

“What’s going on?” He asks when he sees the whole group of you huddled at the back of the boat.

“Your girlfriend almost died you asshole.” Hope snaps, “Luckily Tori saw her in the water and went in after her.”

“What? Sharon! No! Wake up! Baby! Please open your eyes!” He cries dropping to the floor next to her. Bucky looks like he’s about ready to kill the man so you put a hand on his shoulder and when he glances up at you you shake your head. You’ve got this one.

When the coastguard shows up they load Sharon onto a stretcher and Brock goes inside to gather their things you follow him in.

“Sorry.” You say, sliding knife into your hand as you pass the pile.

“She’s gonna be fine.” He growls and you hum.

“I meant sorry for ruining your pathetic attempt to kill your girlfriend. Was a break up too convenient?”

“What the fuck. You’re a fucking bitch you know that. I should fucking kill-” he turns on you but you’re faster than him. You’ve got the knifepoint pressed to his side faster than he can move.

“I’m sorry, did you just threaten me?” You ask sweetly and he growls. “If I find out that Sharon dies, today, tomorrow, six months from now, I’m coming for you.” You say softly, “and unlike you, I won’t get caught.” You give him a slow smile, “Good luck out there Brock.” You step away then and he hurries out of the room. You hear someone coming and turn, knife up and ready only to see Bucky standing there with his hands up.

“Woah!”

“Sorry!” You say dropping the knife on the table, “I had to pee and Brock was in here.”

“You think he tried to kill her too don’t you?”

“I saw them fighting and he knew she was terrified of the water. It just feels icky.”

“When you screamed for me, my heart stopped.”

“I’d have thought that you’d be used to high adrenaline moments.”

“Yea, just not with someone I care about.”

Well fuck.

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Got to be honest... I love the mermaidau! theme too. Could you pls give us a pt2 cause I need to know how is their rlp gonna evolve. (Feel like even writing a hole 2k word fanfic with this au and im not ashamed 😂)

(Pst, anon is referring to this request!)

Mwaaaha yeeees... YEEEEES !!!! I'm so glad you guys like this au lmao 😂😂 All I have to say is, I hope y'all can come through with this mermaid au when summer hits, bc that's my JAM 😤

Even if I don't get another mermaid au request until then, like please y'all, I'm begging you lol

But anyways, tumblr has decided that doing all four on here is too long, so I’m posting half now and I’ll link Paul and Ringo before the day’s over! (Also bc I lost like half of Ringo's story last night, and I have to rewrite it, so rip :') ) Enjoy!

Paul and Ringo this way!

George

It's quite a bit before George can see you again

He had to take up a job, even with school, and practice, and family, and friends, and the occasional gig... just to save up

But when he finally got enough to buy that bike... It was all worth it

It's almost as prized a possession as his guitar, and the very next day after purchasing it, he loads up a blanket and some food and heads off for the lake

The ride from home to the water is a bit long, but nothing he can't handle

At long last, he arrives at the tiny pier and he can hardly contain himself as he sets the kickstand and grabs his things

He rushes down and sets up shop

In his excitement, George has forgotten to consider whether or not you'll even show...

But he doesn't want to give up yet

So he waits

And waits

And after a few hours pass by, he decides he might as well have his lunch instead of skipping rocks and wading in the water all afternoon

George swims over to the edge of the pier and clasps into the plank to hoist himself up

But before he can complete the maneuver, he finds himself jerked back down again

It's gentle enough that he doesn't get submerged, but it's certainly enough to give him a start

He splutters and flails a little, turning around as quick as he can to see...

Oh, it's you...

George breathes a sigh of relief, even as your eyes watch him from just above the water line, your hair floating on the surface like an angel

Your eyes go wide in excitement, and you peak your head all the way above the water, giving a soft gasp of surprise

"It is you! I can't believe you came back!"

George's heart hammers in his chest, whether it's from the surprise, the physical activity, or something else... He doesn't know

"O-of course I am! I said I would, didn't I?"

You laugh, "So you did! ...By the way, what have you got up there?"

George looks over his shoulder to the picnic basket that's clearly in view, then back at you

He waves you over and pulls himself up at last

When he's turned around, you've disappeared and George's heart drops

Well, not for long. A moment passes, followed by a huge splash as you jump from the water to the pier

It's not a perfect jump, as you need to pull yourself up a bit, but you make it well enough

George is halfway through unloading the basket, but he finds himself incredibly distracted by your tail

He doesn't mean to be rude it's just... It's almost like you weren't real before now

The tail is nearly twice the length that human legs would be. It tapers all the way down to a fine and delicate point that flares out into a transparent, forked fin

There are smaller fins like this along the rest of your tail, George notes, providing gorgeous accents to your shimmering iridescent scales

You swish your tail behind you, feeling a bit shy

George shakes himself out of his stupor, "Oh, sorry! I just... Wow"

You huff a laugh and mumble a thanks, not quite out of the awkwardness

"Um, here, I brought you something", George hands you a carefully wrapped sandwich

You give it a sniff and wait for George to taste his first

It tastes fantastic. Unlike anything you've ever had before

George tells you it's called a "ham and cheese"

Before you know it, the two of you jump into a whole conversation about life above and below water

You talk all afternoon and into the evening. George, doesn't even realize how low the sun's set until he takes a moment to stretch and look up

"Oh, I suppose you should be going..."

"Yeah..."

George looks at you and then the water one more time

It's like a pool of gold out there, the orange and yellow reflecting so beautifully on the water

"Say, how about one more swim?", George nods towards the water

Needless to say, you both race in for a last dip

You swim laps around George as he move slowly through the water, and you find yourself growing bored rather quick

"Ugh, here hold on!", You laugh and roll your eyes as you latch onto George from beneath

He doesn't protest, and you tow him easily back and forth through the water

It's not as fast as you could go, but it's faster then George has ever achieved on his own

It's actually great fun, but all things must end, and after a few rounds you glide to a stop surrounded by golden ripples

You sigh and look around, letting him go, "Sorry, it's late. I didn't mean to get so carried away..."

George wades just inches away from you, "No no, it's alright! I um, I had fun"

"Really?", You smile

"Really...", George floats a little closer to you, and you can feel his warm breath caress your hair, "In fact, m-maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Before he even gives a thought to what he's doing George's lips meet yours halfway, pressing far softer then you'd expect from a rough teddy boy like himself

It's one of those kisses where you don't even have to think, or give subtle hints

Everything just feels right

Your heart does a flip when you separate, and George sticks by his promise

It gets to the point where you have a schedule to meet each other, getting the most out of your daylight hours

From now on, no more waiting

Just you, and him.

John

John's been visiting you for quite some time now, bringing you shiny things on occasion, but mostly just enjoying your company

You're on a first name basis and everything

It's strange almost, John feels quite special

After all, he might be the only lad in all of England to befriend a mermaid!

Although lately, he's been feeling... Different about you

He must be mad

But it's just...

You're so sweet, and kind, and you listen and understand him like no one else ever has before, an-

Ugh

He must be going mad

That would certainly explain why he's buying you a locket with his latest savings

It may be from a second hand store, but he knows you'll love it

The locket is shaped like a heart and made of brass

The metal is a bit tarnished but the small heart shaped ruby in the center is bright as ever

It's perfect

John takes it home and hides it away from Mimi

She doesn't know about you, but she has some suspicions about a girl...

That's certainly not something John wants to talk about, so he's trying to be as covert about you and him as possible

But before he can hand off his gift to you, he needs to sneak one of Mimi's pictures of him

She has a few up in the attic, which John is easily able to swipe and cut out to fit in your locket

There. Now it's perfect

John gets a good night's rest and heads out bright and early to your cove the very next day

He arrives to find you splayed out on a bed of shells and trinkets, sun bathing

"Hello birdy!"

You spring up and turn to face him, "Johnny!"

Patches of sand stick to your skin, shimmering like glitter in the sun

John whips off his leather jacket and shirt as he goes to sit beside you before removing his boots and socks as well

It's a bit of a custom for him ever since he started feeling comfortable around you

The beach is rather hot, yes, but more so, he likes that you make him feel confident enough to take all that off in the first place

You don't know this, but it's a huge sign of the trust he has in you

The two of you talk and catch up a bit on the few days you were apart

John tells you about school, and you about your adventures at sea

Both of you are equally fascinated about each other's worlds, and both wish a bit that they could live like the other does

You've offered to take John out to sea, but he's not to keen on wading that far out in the ocean

When the conversation starts to run dry, John remembers his gift at last

"Oh by the way, I brought you something..."

You perk up, not suspecting anything other then the usual shiny pebble or coin

But then again, John seems... Different

You could swear you see a blush climbing his cheeks

"I uh, saw this and thought of you...", He holds out an old, worn locket. The Ruby heart and tarnished brass flash and glint in the sunlight, mesmerizing you

You gasp softly, and reach for it slowly, as though you're dreaming

"Do you fancy it?", John asks nervously

"John, this is beautiful..."

You click the heart open and reveal a raggedly cut picture of John smirking back at you from behind a heart shaped lid of glass

You trace your finger along the picture's edge, a trance like glaze over your eyes

"I um, I thought maybe you could wear this one... You know, that way you could always have me with you when you go out to sea... Or... Something", John mumbles, wondering if he sounds even half as stupid as he thinks he does

He peaks over at you once, then twice as you look at it in silence

"It's alright, you don't have to-"

"Could you put it on me?"

John looks stunned, as though he's surprised you actually like his well thought out gift

"Uh, I- sure"

You hand him the necklace and turn

John lifts it over your head and lowers it slowly

The metal is warm from John's hands as it touches your skin, and John fastens the clasp in a jiffy

"There you are..."

You turn around again, eyes shining brightly with joy, the heart clasped in the palm of your hand

A knot forms in John's stomach, seeing you look so happy with him like that, and suddenly he feels sick

He has to say it

He knows be does

He has to tell you now, or it's going to kill him

And yet, if he does tell you, that might kill him too

"Ugh, I must be mad..."

You quirk an eyebrow, "Wha-?"

"I love you", John blurts it out as though it was tortured out of him

It's not very sweet, or romantic, or charming...

No, it's actually much more like he just spat on the sand and continued on

But you know John by now, and to you, it's more then enough

You put your hand over his and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his burning cheek

"I love you too Johnny"

John's breath hitches in his throat, and looks at you with a gaze he's never given any other woman in the world

"Really?" His voice is the barest of whispers

But you don't need to answer, John is already pulling you in for a kiss as he lays back on your small pile of treasure

It's not his first make out session, and it won't be his last

But with you? Right here, on the beach, in the warm sun, laying cozied up on his bare torso?

It's the one he remembers most, for all his life

Bella.

Summery:- Isabella Solomon’s went to war and came back a different woman. Now her brothers business is getting mixed into her own and she bumps into a very farmilliar face.

Bella

Isabella Solomon’s never got involved with her family’s business. She never stepped one foot into her mothers ‘office’ where multiply women would go and be sent out to do unmentionable things for money. She never stepped foot in her fathers shop, which she was always assured ‘never’ sold snow or anything of the sort. Obviously she never once stepped foot in her brothers ‘bakery.’ Isabella’s family always said she was weird, different. But Isabella just knew she was normal, she wanted a simple life. She studied hard and spent long hours reading to become a nurse at the local hospital.

It was the 14th of September 1914 that she was asked to leave her home and go to France. To treat the soldiers and treat the wounded. Having just turned 20 she had nothing to loose, her parents couldn’t refuse as she was now legally an adult and her brother was already being pushed into the back of an army truck to take much notice. She packed a small bag and headed for the hospital where they were picking up the nurses who put themselves forward.

Alfie and Isabella arrived home the same day, not speaking a word to each other as they left the train hand in hand. Their parents hugging them both gushing more over Alfie and his shrapnel wounds then of their daughter who had seen more men perish than anyone could even dream of. Isabella had spent most of her time in France treating the men who had been shot, the doctors treated the amputees and the shell shocked. She had no memory of any of the men she looked after except for one. His eyes would stay with her forever. Her mind had blocked out everything except for the blood and the holes covering the men’s bloodied body’s.

Isabella had only seen the mans eyes once, when he finally woke up. Isabella spent every day for two weeks treating his wound, he had been shot in the chest. Bella had treated him alone, the other nurses to busy and over worked. Only getting a five hour break every 24 hours, which was to be used to sleep. Those two weeks she slept next to the soldier, scared he would wake alone, she never understood why she was so attached to the man. Maybe he reminded her of home? Or how he just looked like a poor broken young man, alone in that horrid place.

“Morning my love” Isabella yawned walking to his bed and he stared up at her going to speak, his eyes were like glass and as blue as the water. The most beautiful colour in such a terrible place made her feel warm and even put a small smile on her face. She had to call over a doctor to check him over and when she came back later that day he was gone. Either moved, sent home or dead. Isabella had no way of knowing. They didn’t take names of the wounded.. Just the dead.

When she got home she went to her home and spent a month inside. Not leaving. Either sleeping, reading or crying. No man nor woman should ever witness the horrors that the war had put them though. Isabella couldn’t face going back to nursing not after what she had been through while she was away. So she took it upon herself to make a deal with her brother. She would take over legitimate business at the bakery and in exchange he would stay focused on the ‘not so’ legal side of it. Isabella never getting involved with the bad things.

She just made the bread and sold it in the small shop on the corner of a quiet London street. Isabella liked being alone, it gave her time to think, even when she had customers they would come hand over money and go, never really hanging around for long. She was grateful for that. Whenever she would go to her parents home for lunch or meet with them for a drink, they would bring up her lack of a husband, reminding her she was getting older and needed someone to look after her.

Isabella knew she didn’t need that but it didn’t stop her standing in front of her mirror looking at her tired body. Her bright green eyes now dull and dark, her hair naturally shiny blonde, now an ashy reminder of the past. And her smile had faded a long time ago. At the age of just 25 she was tired, tired of breathing, tired of existing.

It was a Monday morning in winter when it happened. Isabella had woken up feeling refreshed for the first time in a long time. She tied up her hair and put on one of her old pinafore dresses for work. The shop wasn’t open today, it was baking day. Slipping on her coat she made her way to work, it was still frosty outside and she could see her breath as she walked toward the bakery. Alfie’s car parked out the front. Isabella thought nothing of it, knowing he sometimes spent the night in the back office.

Walking into the bakery she laughed seeing the lights all still on. “Alfie Solomon’s you best be paying this electricity bill this week, cuz there’s not a chance in hell im payin for it again!” She slipped on her apron and headed over to Alfie’s office frowning as she noticed men infront of Alfie’s desk all looking back at her.

“Alright Miss Taylor, I’ll be sure to pay for your bill now hurry along the bread won’t bake itself.” Alfie waved his hand aimlessly not paying much attention to his younger sister. Miss Taylor was Alfie and Isabella’s English teacher when they were children. Alfie had told her if there was any chance of danger never to tell anyone her name was Solomon’s, he would call her miss Taylor and she would leave. Get out of harms way.

Nodding her head she turned around heading back toward the door. “Nice sister you got there Alfie.” A deep voice spoke making Isabella cringe, seeing Two men stood in front of the door she had just walked into. “Now now, no need to bring family into this Tommy. I’ve never threatened you, you’ve no idea what’ll happen if you threaten me.” Alfie spoke slowly standing with the aid of his stick. He didn’t really need it that much anymore but it helped him.

Isabella sat on one of the large tables in the bakery, listening to her brother bicker back and forth with ‘Tommy’ for a while. “Alfie I need to start baking is this going to be much longer?” She called not seeing much of a threat. “Carry on Miss they’ll be here a while.” A younger boy spoke nodding at the men. He looked no older than 15.

“Alright seeing as you’re here and you ain’t fuckin off any time soon you can help me.” She threw an apron at the boy, who looked shocked. “Come on hat and coat off time to get to work.” She nodded hopping down and beginning to turn on the ovens and getting the dough ready. The boy followed her watching what she did. “I’m Bella by the way, here you use this and roll out the dough for me.” She smiled handing him the rolling pin. He had pulled up his sleeves and was stuck into helping. “‘M Finn.” He said after a while. Isabella smiled “well it’s lovely to meet you finn, you’re good at this. You help your ‘ma with the cooking?” She asked shaping the buns.

Fin stayed a quiet for a couple of seconds. “My aunt Poll, she makes me ‘elp, shes like my ‘ma I guess” shouting suddenly drew the two from their moment. “Finn we’re leaving!” A voice shouted. Frowning Finn looked at Isabella. “He’s busy!” Bella shouted not missing a beat. “We had to wait around for you to do your business now he’s helping with mine. You can ‘av ‘im back after lunch time.” Bella spoke. Finn smiled then looked at his brothers with a nod. Bella didn’t even look up at the men he wasn’t interested in seeing whoever her brother was in trouble with now.

“Stay out of trouble we’ll pick you up in an hour.” The man answered. “Two.” Isabella spoke looking up now, looking at the man in the black coat and peaked cap. “He’ll be ready in two hours.” With a frustrated sigh the man agreed. Isabella’s eyes caught his face for just a moment as he turned to leave. He looked familiar. Shaking her head she set back out helping Finn fix the dough he just ruined.

After an hour they were done, and sat at one of the tables talking about Finns life, he told her story’s about his brother and his sister and about their house that their brother had bought them when he came home from the war. That word made Isabella go cold. She didn’t speak of the war. Never. Changing the subject, she asked him about his aunt and that set him off on a tangent about how great she was but how strict and protective she was over him and his family.

“Have you always baked bread?” He asked as he sat chewing on the bread he had made. Bella had wrapped it all for him and put it in a basket for him to take home for his aunt. Bella smiled slightly shaking her head, ���I was a nurse, then I went to France and when I came back I couldn’t do it anymore.” Finns head dropped and he looked at the floor nodding he knew people changed after the war, he had seen it first hand. “Well you make good bread.” He said after a while. Making Bella chuckle.

“Right come on your brothers will be here in a minute to pick you up and whisk you back to small heath and I have an appointment with a hot cup of tea.” Finn smiled at her as they both headed for the door. Once outside they saw the two taller men from before. “I reckon they’ve been stood there the whole time don’t you?” Bella smirked nudging Finn as they walked closer and she locked the door behind them. “Well we ain’t just gonna leave our Finn ‘ere with a stranger are we, Miss Solomon’s.”

Isabella turned around to give a quick comeback but froze when she saw the man infront of her. There he stood, cap in hand, suit pressed, no blood, sharp jaw, perfect lip and those bright blue glass eyes. It was him. Her soldier. She dropped her keys and her hand went to cover her heart.

She shook her head quickly shaking as she reached down to grab them but he got there first. “You okay?” He asked standing back up straight. “Arthur you and Finn go meet Isaiah and Micheal at the car.” Isabella couldn’t stop staring at him. As the two walked away. “Miss Solomon’s?” He asked again. She quickly stepped back squeezing her eyes closed, she could see it all, the blood, the pain, the death she could hear the men crying out and screaming.

The next thing she knew she was on the floor covering her ears with her hands panting her knees were up to her chest and her soldier was crouching infront of her gently prizing her hands from over her ears.

Tommy had seen this before, mostly in men badly effected by the war but never from a woman. Tommy held onto her hands until the relaxed a little, his mind clicked then, she must have been a nurse out there. “It’s okay relax, it’s over now. We’re ‘ome the wars over.” He spoke repeating his words until she had calmed down. What she said next winded Tommy for a few moments.

“I thought you died.” She spoke quietly looking up at him. “Ay?” Tommy was confused now. He helped her up taking note of how shaky she still was and held her arms tightly to keep her steady. “You got shot, I-I took out the bullet, looked after you, you woke up and they took you away. I-I thought you-“ She couldn’t continue. She was to shaken up.

“Bella?” He asked shocked. “You’re the nurse who sat with me all that time and read to me?” He asked in disbelief. “They told me about you, my doctor ‘an Freddie. Said you were the only one to touch me.” Bella nodded her head. She’d calmed down a lot now and was regaining composure.

“I looked for you in the nurses records they didn’t have a Bella on record at all.” He shook his head. “Isabella.” She answered. He looked at her confused for a moment. “My names isabella, i-it’s on all my paperwork, that’s why there’s no Bella.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

They stayed quiet for a few moments “What’s your name?” Tommy looked shocked “you didn’t know my name?”. “We only knew the names of the dead, didn’t have time to greet the living” she shivered a little. Tommy held out his hand, “Tommy, Tommy Shelby.” She took it in her smaller hand shaking it firmly. “Fancy a drink Bella?” He asked watching her. A smile graced her lips as she nodded. “I would love one.”

Save Steve / s.h.

Ferris Bueller!au because it’s my favorite movie and i’m liVING

Pairing: just Steve Harrington and mentions of high school!Dustin Henderson Warnings: None! Words: 796

“This is complete bullshit!” Jeanie exclaimed throwing her hands up in rage. “He’s not actually sick! I can’t believe you guys are buying this.” She groaned pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. 

Steve’s parents stood by his bed as he lay there faking sniffles and the occasional cough. “Poor baby,” His mother cooed, pressing her palm to his forehead. “He’s not warm. He says his stomach hurts and he’s seeing spots. Just get some rest, Steve.”

“I’ll check up on you on my lunch break, okay pal?” Mr. Harrington added, Steve nodding forcing a smile. “Okay, pops.” He let out a cough that was the fakest sounding thing ever. Jeanie rolled her eyes as their parents left the room, Steve shooting her a quick wink.

“They wouldn’t even notice if I died.” She scoffed leaning against Steve’s bedroom doorway. “You’re a real ass you know that? You might fool them but I know your game, Harrington.” 

Steve chuckled throwing his arms behind his head. “Not my fault I’m the cute one, Jean.” Jeanie flipped him off before running down the stairs and out the door. Steve lay still in his bed for a brief moment waiting until he heard the doors lock and his parents drive down the street before he shot out of bed and sighed contently.

He walked over to his window, opening the curtains and placing his hands on his hips. “Crazy, one of my worst performances yet...and they bought it!” Steve chuckled.

 “I mean, how could I possibly go to school on a day like this?” He smiled happily as he watched the fluffy white clouds float about the crystal blue sky. Steve grinned before turning on his radio and blasting music at full volume. He grabbed a red robe from the back of his door before slipping it on and making his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve moved his sister’s belongings to the side as he placed his radio on the countertop. “Parents always fall for the clammy hands trick too,” He stated as he started the shower. “It’s physical evidence. They can’t tell if you actually have a stomach bug unless your blowing chunks right then and there so give ‘em something to work with.” 

Steve stripped down his clothes and stepped into the shower, wetting his hair and squirting a generous amount of shampoo into his palm before massaging the soap into his brown locks and forming a fin-like mohawk.

“Life moves pretty fast.” Steve mentioned, exiting the shower and walking down the hall to his room a towel hanging on his hips. “If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.” He shrugged and quickly got dressed before falling into his desk chair and picking up his phone, dialing his best friend.

“What do you want, Steve?” Dustin groaned on the other end of the line. He sneezed loudly following it with a sniffle and swallow. Steve stood from his hair and looked around his cluttered room.

“It’s a lovely day. Come over.” Steve instructed. Dustin rolled his eyes as he laid in his bed surrounded by used tissues and water bottles. 

“I’m sick, Steve. Actually sick... I can’t.” Steve scoffed and tsked. “I wanna do something fun. Man up and come over!” Steve hung up the phone and sat there for a second mentally taking note that Dustin would be calling back any second now.

“I’m dying,” Dustin groaned once he recalled his friend. Steve chuckled lightheartedly.

“You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.” Steve stated before changing into his swim trunks and walking downstairs to his backyard when he laid back in a lawn chair. “Come over. Please?”

Dustin sighed. “Fine.”

“I heard he was basically dying!”

“He might need a kidney transplant.”

“Poor thing, we gotta donate to help him.”

“He can’t die, he’s getting me outta summer school.”

Jeanie clenched her jaw at the chatter of the students around her. Steve Harrington was the talk of the school. Him and his fake and weak attempt at an illness. Jeanie couldn’t stand it. Not one bit.

“Save Steve! Donate to help save Steve!” A boy stouted as he waved around an empty soda can with a few pieces of change in it. “Save Steve?” He asked Jeanie who cocked an eyebrow. 

“What?”

“Save Steve Harrington. He’s dying and is in need of a kidney transplant, haven’t you heard?” The guy held the can out, Jeanie knocking it from his hand and making her way back down the school halls. “What the hell? If you knew Steve you’d wanna save him!” 

Jeanie scoffed. “I know ‘im alright. Steve,” she clenched her hands into fists. “You’re not gonna get away with this.”

Cafe. (ffxv twin au)

For @ubeshibe; my half of our trade!

I hope you don't mind, I added a little bit of a twist to it... And then I think it sprialed out of control like most of my writing does LOL I AM SO SORRY. HHHHHH. I SEND U ALL MY GOOD IGNIS PICS AS RECOMPENSE. IM ALSO SORRY IT TOOK SO GOTDAN LONG AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ENDLES SHRIEKING.

Also holy SHTI TUMBLR MOBLIE SUCKS DICK I AM SALTY

Scientia Twin HCs

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Aurelio sat down on the plush leather armchair in Ignis' study and propped his feet up on the coffee table. Not a moment later did Ignis come in, arms laden with a tea tray and books. Aurelio looked up in astonishment from his twin's amazing balance and as Ignis handed over the books, Ignis also kicked off Aurelio's legs off the table with a stern, "Oi." 

Aurelio scrunched up his nose in a besmused expression as he examined the spines of the books, "Ah, lovely. These are just what I've been looking for!" "Will they help with your expedition notes, then?" Ignis asked as he poured them both cups of tea. He sprinkled in a bit of sugar in Aurelio's cup and placed the cup and saucer next to the books. As Ignis was readying his own cuppa, he looked over to Aurelio peering over the lip of his own teacup. He was smiling... Ignis felt his nerves bristle a bit and steeled himself for Aurelio's probing. A beat passed. Obviously, he had to engage him. Ignis sighed as he raised the porcelain to his lips, "Yes?" "So who was that lovely person I heard that you were ogling at the coffee shop?" Ignis had enough grace to keep from spitting out his tea. "I beg your-?" Ogling? No, he couldn't have been staring for that long for it to be called "ogling". It was polite interest and-. "What a miraculous shade of pink you are, brother dear." Ignis gave a little cough and took a deep breath. "How did you even know about-?" "Noctis is easily persuaded by pizza." Aurelio laughed as his brother glared daggers at him, "Oh cut him some slack, Igs! He's a growing boy-" "With a severe vitamin deficiency-" "-and is also not the choice of subject for discussion..." He put down his cup on the saucer and inched forward in the armchair. "I want to hear about this mystery person... Noct couldn't glimpse hide nor hair before you were scolding him to make him pay attention to whatever it was you two were doing." Ignis rolled his eyes and simply said, "No," and took a swig of his tea. Aurelio scoffed and leaned back. "Ignis, why not?" "Because, I'm not all that keen on discussing it." "Have you talked to them, at least?" "I told you, I'm not-" "So you have! You would have denied it, otherwise!" "Pipe down, you git! Alright, yes, I've talked to-" "I knew it! I was just bluffing-" "I swear to the astrals... Shiva, grace me with the strength..." ** Somehow, Ignis found himself seated in the cafe he frequented with Noctis during the week, between meetings and study sessions. This little corner shop was modest in decor and prices, yet they brewed a cup of Ebony to pure perfection. Though enjoying a nice cup of his favorite coffee, Ignis’ leg was twitching. He watched Aurelio calmly sip his chamomile tea, his brother’s eyes roaming everywhere to take in everyone’s faces. Ignis tried to look everywhere but at your face. You were working diligently on Astrals’-knew-what, completely oblivious to the bustling shop around you. Ignis spared a glance. He knew he shouldn’t have but he couldn’t resist your focused expression. He found it endearing, charming even. He liked seeing that glint in your eye. He watched you pause the task to glance at your phone and he could hear your bark of laughter through the cacophony of the clinks of porcelain, the mindless chatter. He wondered if he should brave a conversation with you, today. But you looked dreadfully busy, he couldn’t possibly-. “Hold my tea.” A lukewarm cup of tea was thrust into Ignis’ empty hand and before he could snatch Aurelio by the nape of his cardigan and force him back down on the chair, he strode over to you.   You looked up from your work as a tall shadow loomed over you. Aurelio couldnt help but feel a little warm jolt at your smile.   Your voice was nice and warm, a little rough, “Hey there, Stranger.” “Hello to you, too,” Aurelio said as he took a seat next to you, “How are you?” “I’m doing good,” you said as you settled into your seat, uncrossed and recrossed your legs, “I’m finishing up a few sketches.” You tossed your pencil onto the table and stretched out your wrists, reveling in the swift pops, “You look so different than usual. Day off?” Aurelio’s eyebrow quirked up, “Hmn?” You brought up a paper cup to your lips, “Your hair’s not up. And you’re not in a suit. I like the round specs too.” Gods above… did you really think-? “Aw crap! I gotta go. I’m gonna be late for this thing…” You began shoveling things into your backpack and said, “Y’know, I like this laid-back style you’ve got going today Ignis. I’ll see you next time!” You heft your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the second door, just barely missing the actual Ignis, whose upper lip was covered in a sheen of sweat, his leg jiggling miles a minute. Aurelio stood up, completely stunned into a state and walked back over to Ignis. "Well?" Ignis hissed as Aurelio sat down and took back his now cold tea. He took a sipp and said with a mild smile, "She thought I was you." "Oh, gods above," he winced as he wiped his forehead, "That's exponentially worse... What did you say to her?" Aurelio finished off his tea and gave a cough, "I really didn't say anything, other than greeting her. I just thought she was a chatty person. But I cant believe she mistook me for you! I am my own person!" "I have told her I've a brother, i didn't specify." "And why didn't you? I'm-" "Enough with your identity crisis, Aurelio! Gods, I can't believe you went over and talked to her. I want to take my time with this friendship." Ignis downed the rest of his Ebony and slammed his cup on its saucer. He started making his way out of the cafe, and Aurelio followed, a string of apologies flowing out as they walked back to their apartment complex. "I really don't need your help, Aurelio," Ignis sighed. He was tired, his head was about to explode thanks to his brother's chatter. Ignis sat on the couch and rubbed at his temples and said, "Alright, enough... Its fine, Aurelio. You didnt mean any harm. She was smiling, at least." Aurelio gave Ignis a small, sheepish smile, "Bet I can get her to laugh." "I can, too, and I dont have to resort to idiotic antics." Aurelio scoffed, "Is that a challenge, brother dear?" Ignis could feel his headache turning into a migraine. ** The very next day, Ignis withdrew the best chortle he's ever heard in existence from you. After he recounted ridiculous anecdotes from experiences with Noctis,  he couldn't help but laugh along; your laughter lit up the entire cafe. The tips of his ears were pink the rest of the conversation, and eventually, you had to shoo him away. You had loads of work to do. The next day also had Aurelio trying to make you laugh. To say it had worked were to be an understatement. At least he was kind enough to bring you napkins to help clean up from your spittake. Some of your tea had even come out from your nose. "I'm so sorry, I've nearly killed you." "Its fine, really! My notes aren't all that wet." He got you a really nice cup of tea to make up for it. Then, when you decided to also shoo away Aurelio to get some work done, he noticed how your lips formed your smile, how your eyes shone. As he walked home, his ears felt warm. He still hadn't told you his name, yet. ** A week had already gone by and Ignis had not told you about Aurelio yet. It was actually rather nice to hear how kind he was to you. Not that Aurelio lacked manners, it was that he was a bit bolder than Ignis; Ignis with the bass boosted. The fact that you were easily able to converse with both about anything and everything was amazing. They both remembered your favorite pastries, your favorite tea blend, your cat's name. They remembered your friends' names. When you were with Aurelio, everything is so relaxed, calm. Plenty of more laughs to be had. You chalked it up to his "days off". With Ignis, you still laughed, of course, but there was sometimes silences, yet you both found comfort in the silences. He often brought you a home-cooked lunch. You liked to see the apples of his cheeks slightly flush when you thanked him. When you were with either of the boys, your world was a tiny bit brighter. You looked forward to seeing them everyday. It was just that they hoped that you didn't mind the little twin trick. Ignis decided to tell you this upcoming weekend. You were going to be going out of town and he thought it would be best to ruminate over the details. And hopefully, you'd still decide to be friends with them when you'd come back. Both boys were a mess of twitching legs and tapping fingers. Whaf if you were repulsed, or worse, angry? Ignis continued to dwell and dwell in the negatige thoughts of you breaking of the friendship. He thought of every grave outcome and he edging himself close to the brink of madness. Oh please, god above, forgive him. Forgive him for- "Look, there she is, I don't think she's staying." Ignis looked up to see you holding a travel cup, tea string dangling. He saw you head over to the bar to grab honey and sugar and he immediately followed. He had collected a fine sheen of sweat on his brow when he got to you. "Oh hey, Ignis!" You greeted him with one of your smiles, "Sorry,  I wont be able to stay. I have to leave in a few minutes." He smiled, "No worries at all. Getting started on your weekend?" You looked up from stirring honey into your tea, "Yeah, my friends are excited to see me and I'm ready for a nice weekend away." "Alright, well I do hope you get to relax and enjoy your time." Ignis had started flapping his hand to motion Aurelio to start coming over, "But, before you leave, I've hoped to introduce you to someone." You had finally gotten the right mix of sweetness for your tea when you looked up and saw Aurelio and Ignis standing right next to each other. "Oh, my Gods!" You shrieked. Tea went flying everywhere. It hit Aurelio’s right cardigan sleeve, Ignis’ vest, and your shoes. The brothers were happy to buy you a new cup and a pastry. It was a wonder the cafe hadn't kicked the three of you out.

Mark || hints (f.)

(Soulmate au!!) + "One where you're dreaming nicely and suddenly a certain someone shows up but the thing is you don't know who they are because their face is all blurry so all you see are things like their hair, hands, skin color etc but whats so impactful about those dreams is that it's always that same person and despite not seeing their features that well you just know it is."+ 12:30am. It was obviously beyond late, but for some reason, sleeping was impossible today. Everytime I slept or was even close some kid would appear in some way. His name? I don't know, his face? It was kind of blurry in the dreams. "what's going on?" I whispered to myself shifting my position on my bed. This was the first time something like this happened, I sighed and closed my eyes again. This time however, he didn't appear. 5:25am. I groaned in annoyance at the sound of my alarm ringing loudly through my room, it also didn't help that my ears were irritatingly sensitive in the morning. Rubbing my forehead I sat up slowly and made my way to the edge of the bed where I just sat there for like three minutes in order to shit on time. Sighing I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, while putting my hair up and away from my face I found myself pausing, unknowingly I found myself thinking about him, the boy in my dreams. His face was unrecognizable but his hair, his clothes, his eyes, his hands, his laugh and his voice....those were the hints I recieved in my dream. Snapping out of it I shook my head and proceeded to begin brushing my teeth. But I couldn't help but think, why was that boy in my dream last night? Who is he? Have we met? Or will we meet? 6:45am I sat alone in my first class, school was to begin in ten minutes and usually there were a few people here around this time but today was different. It was odd. I looked around my class and noticed something was different. The seats were in pairs of two now. As if that wasn't odd enough some kid came running into class yelling he was late and spitting out apologies only to have them die down as he noticed it was just me in the class. "D-did class end?" He scratched the back of his head and gave me a puppy like look before taking a seat beside me. "No you're on time....I don't suppose I've seen you around....?" He gave me a nervous smile. "No you haven't actually, hi I'm Mark." He held out his hand for me to shake, I slightly hesitated but gave him my hand anyways. "Y/n." I said with a small smile, he nodded and looked down shyly. "You mind if I ask where you're from? You have a slight accent and you don't really look like you're from around here." I said taking note of his pale skin and black hair which really wasn't as common here. "Oh no it's no problem, I'm Canadian I was also living in Korea for a while just incase you wanna know why im so pale compared to the others here." I nodded at the new information. He was going to ask something but stopped when he noticed the sea of students were swarming into the class all at once. "Students don't sit down we have a new student so I changed the seating chart a bit now if you all don't mind go stand by the board." The teacher instructed loudly and clearly. Mark nodded for me to follow along so I did. Mark stood along my side and didn't leave me not even for a split second. Halfway through the seating arrangement neither Mark or myself were separated yet, at least for now. Clearly I spoke to soon, "Mark Lee you will be seated by.... Jeno Lee" Mark turned to me with a worried look and made his way to the ever so smiley Jeno. I have no idea as to why but I felt my head ache slightly as he walked farther and farther away from me, and the farther he got the more my head ached. I clutched my head slightly and took a glance at Mark, who was doing the exact same thing as I was. I dismissed it and went to my assigned seat behind Mark, that helped suppress the pain.... 12:30am Finally it was lunch time, throughout my classes I noticed that Mark and I have four out of five classes together so far. In all of them we were seated by eachother. However, in the one class we didn't have together I was in pain. When he wasn't around my body ached, it was soar, it felt as if my bones were crushing my headached. To sum it up it felt like I was dying. Urgently I sped around the hallways of my school looking for Mark, and I knew I was getting closer as my pain began to subside. He was by the grass, in front of an old tree. "Mark!" I yelled in order to grab his attention, I succeeded as he turned to look at me and gave me a smile with a nod motioning for me to come closer. The closer I got the more euphoric I felt, the pain ultimately subsiding as I was right by his side. "What's wrong?" He asked as he noticed my relieved expression. Taking a moment I looked at him and decided to take in his features. "You look familiar, and I can't pinpoint it because im barely realizing this." I admitted embarrassed at my sudden statement. Silence took over us and he just looked at me, noting my features just like I did to him. We didn't talk or move until Mark suddenly said the strangest thing ever. "Im not one to believe stuff like this but you make me believe...." he muttered, I looked at him waiting for him to continue. "Have you heard of soulmates?" He asked, come to think of it the word seemed familiar. "My mom has mentioned it to me before but I didn't pay attention....why?" I tilted my head waiting for his answer. "Well, when I was younger my grandmother explained to me that when you're the age meant to be, you begin to dream about your soulmate, she told me you get hints about who they are as time goes by." He was nervous and I could tell by the way he paused and gulped down some of his own saliva. "Thats beautiful Mark but, what does this have to do with me exactly?" "Do you get the dreams?" He asked abruptly, I hesitated before asking, "What dreams? Mark what are you on about?", "Those where you're dreaming nicely and suddenly a certain someone shows up out of nowhere but the thing is you don't know who they are because their face is all blurry so all you see are things like their hair, hands, skin color etc but whats so impactful about those dreams is that it's always that same person and despite not seeing their features that well you just know it is." I didn't know what to say. "What do those dreams have to do with soulmates...." I muttered to myself forgetting Mark was close enough to where he could hear me properly. "Oh, so you do get them too?" Too? "You get them?" I asked Mark in shock. "If I didn't I wouldn't have said anything about it." He got me there. "I do get them." I said quietly looking down to the prickly grass. He didn't say anything and then hesitated when he was about to speak. "What....no who do you see?" Who? How was I supposed to know? "He has black hair, strikingly pale skin, beautiful glossy eyes...." I glanced at Mark and paused my rant when I noticed him studying my features, I was about to ask him what he was doing before he beat me to it with a few questions of his own. "Your head was hurting too huh? When you were in that class without me you felt like dying, when you came looking for me your pain subsided as you got closer to me didn't it? And now that you sit so close to me....you can't move away because you're afraid of feeling like dying again huh?" I hesitated for a bit before slowly nodding. "Me too." He sighed with a smile as he leaned on my shoulder with his head. I didn't know how to explain how I felt at the moment....happy? Confused? Angry? I didn't know. "So what is this supposed to mean?" I stuttered slightly from his sudden initiation of skinship. "It means that now that I finally found you I can't let you go.... in other words you're a dream come true." He smiled as he pecked the higher part of my cheek causing my cheeks to stain themselves with a light red. He tackled me over and attacked me with all the love he could attack me with. It was odd, I felt like we've been dating since forever, in no way did I feel shy with him anymore it all kinda....just....clicked. Fin. -admin I've had this one as a draft for a long time now, I started it around april.25 maybe before the exordium in la wHICH BTW WAS REALLY LIT LIKE AYE and then I got distracted and never finished it and now I did anD im also wAAAy too lazy to edit it so ofc there's probably gonna be some spelling mistakes but I bet y'all can look past that :)

Everything spins.  "Kota?" Georgia says softly.  Her features are blurred, but i can imagine the worried expression on her face. Her wild curls fan out round her face, and her olive skin shines brightly compared to the flickering corridor lights. Kids bustle around us; i can hear them, feel their heat as they brush past Georgia and i at the locker.  My legs slowly become numb. It spreads throughout my whole entire body, starting with a burning fire and ending with nothing. My breaths become laboured, and i focus on the sound of my gasps instead of the voices of the suffocating world. Georgia reaches out to me, but pulls away from my skin with a hiss. She stares at me in worry.  "You're burning up."  I feel my head nod. My eyes flicker and skim the blur of the corridor, but everything is spinning and shaking. I reach out to the locker, grasping helplessly as my knees buckle. Before i hit the polished ground, hands wrap around my waist and hold me up.  "Dakota," he breathes into my ear.  A shiver runs through my body. I instinctively lean into Kit as he holds me against his side. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, and work to calm my breaths. His skin is warm, yet it cools down my feverish body. I find his signal, and automatically wrap myself in it's embrace. It feels like home. He shivers at the intimacy of our energy. His warm arms around my waist slowly bring the feeling back into my body, lighting every cell on fire with his touch. We stay entwined for a few minutes, in our own small world of two. I focus on our energy playfully zapping my skin. He holds me to him, his deep breaths tickling the back of my neck as he holds me together.   "How'd you find me?" i finally mumble into his neck.  The hallway screams with the voices of teenagers, but he hears me perfectly.  "I could feel you," he whispers into my ear, "Your panic was overwhelming. I got so distracted i nearly drowned myself in training."  Suddenly i'm aware of his bare chest against mine, and the wetness of his pants as they press against me. I take a step back, look down to his dripping abs and bare feet. My eye flicker up to meet his gaze, my eyes wide.  "You left training? The pools are on the other side of the school. How did you get here so fast?"  He shrugs, "I ran."  I realise he's taking deep breaths; puffed out. How fast did he run? Strands of his dark copper hair flop over his deep blue eyes as he stares at me. I take the time to study the angles of his pale cheeks and the muscles in his jaw. I meet his eyes. "Thanks," i say quietly, "You-" my voice cracks, "you can go back now." He sighs and looks up to the roof for a second, as if asking the heavens an unspoken question. He looks back to me. Georgia must recognise the intensity in his eyes, because i hear her mutter an excuse about being late to lunch before hurrying away. Traitor. Kit stares at me for a few moments before shaking his head in exasperation. "What?" i demand. "What do you mean, what?" he snaps back, "You're kidding right? You think i'm just gonna disappear again? You think im going to leave, just because you can't handle your emotions? Just because you cant handle the energy between us?" Anger flares within me, "Do not. Don't you dare act as if this is my fault-" "I'm not." "YOU ARE." "Well then who's fault is it then? Huh? Because it's not mine!" he runs a hand through his hair, "I have always tried. I have never even thought about leaving, about quitting us.  I have never doubted my love for you, Dakota. I would DIE for you. So i don't see how us falling apart is my fault." I stare at him. He stares back. His eyes are blazing with anger and frustration. All the air leaves my body.  "We both know it was getting dangerous, Kit," i say my voice low.  "Was it?" he takes a step closer to me, "How so?" his breath tickles my cheeks.  I take a purposeful step back, and swallow.  "It was too much. Too fast," he rolls his eyes in response, "You thought it was all honeymoon love and peaceful connected energy, but there was more to it, Kit! I was feeling your energy at times i didn't want to; your emotions overriding mine, your thoughts invading my brain! I felt buried in your signal every second of the day, Kit-"  "That's what the connection is, Dakota!" his eyes shine with impatience, "Do you not understand that?" he takes a step closer again, "We are bound. Our lives and our energies and our signals are entwined, Dakota. There is no getting rid of that. Of us. It can be controlled; the invasion of signals. You can eventually learn to control the signal with time-"  "I DON'T WANT TO CONTROL THE CONNECTION, KIT. I WANT IT GONE." He falters. The anger in his eyes melts away, leaving pain in it's wake. Every single neuron in my body shakes and trembles, begging the world to snatch back my words out of the charged air between us. "  He stares at me for a long moment, and i don't look away. I can feel his eyes looking into me, gazing into my soul, into my hopes and my thoughts and my heart. Something inside of me falters.  He sees it.  He takes another step closer, until his body is pressed against mine. I don't move away.  "I don't believe you," he whispers into my ear, his lips brushing against my skin.  I try to suppress my shudder, "Why not?"  He draws back, and looks at me for a long moment.His voice is soft when he speaks.   "Because, I know you, Dakota. Better than you know yourself. You're scared, because you don't want to make a mistake. You don't want to fall too deeply in love with me because you know that it will doom you. That falling in love with me will be the last thing you ever do. That i will be the last one you ever fall in love with. You're scared because you know that once you let yourself connect with me, there will be no one else for you. Ever."  My body trembles under his deep gaze. I cannot meet his eyes. I feel my heart beat slowly in my chest, and i feel my blood dance through my veins. It dances to the melody of his voice. It belongs to that voice.  I belong to that voice.  I force myself to look up at him. He stares back. A soft smile curves his beautiful lips.  "Don't kid yourself, Dakota Finning," he whispers into my ear, "You fell months ago. You've got nothing to lose. Let go. Let it all go."  I stare up at him. Up at the boy i love. At the boy i have belonged to since the day i felt his signal pulse through my body. He stares back, his love and his dare shining in his dark eyes.  I let out a small breath. As my lips brush against his, I let it go.  I let it all go.

unrequited