give me peace (in a lifetime of war) 5/15
Chapter 5: there's something lonesome about you (I slithered here from Eden)
“Start with one thing and go from there.” she suggests gently, hands outstretched as she comes to stand next to him. “What's one thing you want?”
Want. Someone, what doesn’t he want? Sometimes at his core Crowley believes he’s nothing more than a mess of wanting, from the easy to demonically justify–fast cars, wine, a bit of mischief–to the much more nebulous and unlikely. What does he want? He wants answers to his questions. He wants Aziraphale to be safe and happy and free. He wants to wake up in the morning and feel at ease again, a feeling he hasn’t felt in so long he’s not sure he’s ever known it. It’s the type of feeling that allows you to breathe deeply, that settles in your soul and lets you know that no matter what you belong, that you have a…
“A home.” The words bubble softly over from the spiral of his thoughts and slip past his lips before he can stop them.
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Blood Upon The Snow
Ch 14: After, and Always | Daisuga | ~22k | Rated E
Cowboy Monster Hunter Suga | Shapeshifter Daichi
“Me for you,” Daichi murmured, “And you for me.”
“Us,” Koushi answered to complete the thought.
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The feelings washing over him were at odds with each other, pulling him every which way. There was the rough scrape of grief in his heart, but right next to it, a little pearl of happiness for the memory.
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A little sneak peak from my In My Heart Is A Memory (And There You'll Always Be) moving a little forward in time for this snippet!
Slight spoilers for the next update so this will be below the cut!
When Steve meets Nancy Wheeler he finds that it is infinitely harder to hide his condition around people that actually care about him.
Or, perhaps it wouldn't have been if he hadn’t had an asthma attack after fighting a literal monster that emerged from the wall of the Byers home.
“That was crazy, what was that,” Steve asks, his breaths growing more shallow as he speaks, “that was fucking crazy,” he wheezes and clutches at his chest, crumpling the fabric of his shirt in his fist. The bat in his hands falls to the floor, thunking into the carpet as he sways slightly. A sudden bout of dizziness hits Steve hard as he tries to take a deep breath only for his lungs to stutter.
Shit.
Shit, not now, he hasn’t had one of these in years, not since that day at school when Eddie left.
“Steve?” Nancy says softly beside him, she crouches low to try and look at his face, he hadn’t even realised when he had doubled over.
Steve shakes his head, his breaths come shorter now, he can’t even seem to gather enough air to form a sentence. A horrible wheezing sound begins to fill the destroyed living room as Jonathan takes a hesitant step closer.
“Thats, what the fuck,” Jonathan mutters under his breath, “thats an asthma attack,” he continues slightly louder this time, cutting through the eerie silence that has overtaken the Byers living room.
“What?!” Nancy hisses, her movements stop and start, reaching for him only for her hands to twitch helplessly beside him, “what do we do?”
Jonathan hesitates for just a second, glaring around the living room with nervous eyes before he turns on his heel and heads down the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Nancy’s voice climbs an octave as she grabs Steve this time, gripping his shoulder painfully hard, making Steve bite down a groan. It comes out as a pitiful wheezing whine instead.
“Make him sit,” Jonathan calls out from the other room, “I think, we might have an --yes, okay”.
Steve tries to focus on breathing, even if it feels as though he’s sucking the air through a straw as Nancy gently pushes him into a sitting position on the carpet, she places her small hand on his back and rubs it in between his shoulder blades.
“Here,” Jonathan says as he races back into the living room, mindful of the discarded nail bat and glass on the floor around them as he drops to his knees in front of Steve and Nancy.
He takes Steve’s hand and places a familiar object in it, an inhaler.
Steve uncaps it with shaking hands and brings it to his mouth, pressing down on the release mechanism greedily. He holds the medication in for nearly five seconds before breathing out and doing it again.
“Will has it too, asthma,” Jonathan breathes out, his voice laced with something in between surprise and concern.
"Thanks," Steve manages after a minute, he sucks in a deep breath through his nose before slowly releasing it through his mouth, "I haven't had an attack in years, since--" he cuts himself off with a click of his teeth.
The last time had been with Eddie, after he dropped him like a sack of rocks.
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