Warnings: Mugging mention, treating wounds, implied broken family, hospital mention, blood, small implied nsfw (nothing big, just a little joke cause Somaâs a little shit)
Notes: Soma is non binary. The ocs aren't mine! Theyâre my best friend Addies, I just love them. Donât ask about the name Chiaki, she hasnât finished dr2 yet. ALSO if you are in this situation please!! Go to the hospital or emergency room!! I based this off a conversation I had with her and this fit the characters but please get help!!!
Summary: Yuuto is an idiot, but an adorable one
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Yuuto staggered up to their house, clutching his side.
Soma heard a knock on the door to the tune of the song âSandmanâ. They chuckled to themselves, immediately knowing who was at the door. They got up out of bed and made their way downstairs to the front door. Once they swung the door open, their face turned pale as they gazed upon a slouching Yuuto, clutching his bloody side.
â...Hi Soma.â
âWHAT THE F-â
He used his clean hand to cover their mouth. âPlease be quiet!â They took his hand away and dragged them into their house. âWhy did you come here? Donât you live nearby? What happened? Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I take you to a hospital? Wh-â ''Youâre my friend, Yoshiki would kill me, I was mugged, yea, I was mugged, no.â They stopped for a second, staring at him in shock. âI.. okay you have a really good memory- WAIT YOU WERE WHATâ
Soma sighed and ran their hands through their dark hair as Yuuto flinched at their sudden outburst. âIâm not mad, just- how bad are you hurt.â âOkay enough to come to you..â They helped him upstairs to their room and set him on their bed, quickly running back out to grab a towel and their emergency first aid kit.
Yuuto took off his shirt once the was sat on the towel, revealing a wound on his rib. Deep enough to be bleeding. Soma quickly went through the procedures their mother taught them at treating a bleeding wound quickly. They cleaned him up, stopping the bleeding, but hesitated with a needle.
âAre you sure I canât just take you to the ER?â âPlease- we canât afford it.â âMy mom would probably-â âYoshiki would KILL me! Besides if things are bad enough my dad could get involved..â âOkay okay, I'll do it.â
They carefully stitched up the wound, stopping for a second any time he winched. The two of them were silent for a few minutes as Soma cared for him. They werenât actually surprised once they thought about the fact that someone tried to mug him. He was a whole hell of a lot stronger than he looked.
As they finished up, packing away the needles and covering the stiches, Soma attempted to break the silence. âYâknow,â they said, finishing wrapping the wound âThe only other times Iâve had my hands on a guys bare chest was when I was riding his-â âWOAH WOAH WOAHâ Yuuto burst out laughing at their comment, despite trying to have a negative reaction. Soma cracked a smile, who knew such a sweet person was amused by dirty jokes.
While he was still laughing, Soma realized how close they were at that moment, especially considering they were on their bed. They were only inches from his face. Butterflies began to burst in Somas stomach, and they didnât need a mirror to know how red their face was.
When Yuuto had calmed down, Soma moved closer to him, and he moved his head back on default. They put their hands on their sheets over his legs and narrowed the space between them further. He moved back again, but it was much less than before. Yuuto still had traces of dying laughter on his breath. The look in his eyes told them he knew what was happening.
Soma lifted their left hand up to his face, quickly connecting their lips in one swift movement. Yuuto inhaled sharply, but melted into the kiss, letting them run their fingers through his dirty blond hair. They finally pulled back, hand resting gently on his cheek. They had the widest and sweetest smile Yuuto had ever seen.
âWow..â He breathed out, somewhat exasperated. âYouâre⊠amazing. I think.. Iâve been meaning to tell you that.â âSo..â Soma tucked a stray piece of their short hair behind their ear. âDo you wanna stay here tonight?â Yuuto placed his hand on the back of their neck, âAbsolutely.â He pulled them down into another sweet kiss.
Warnings: Hurt no comfort, crying, long distance relationship, coming out, non binary Virgil Sanders, this is really venty, implied panic attack
Pairing(s): QPR Analogical
Virgil lay in their bed, eyes red with tears. They held their pillow closer. Good memories flooded their head, making them feel worse and worse.
It had been a few months since logan had moved. They had seen each other a few times since then. But it wasnât enough. They knew he couldnât help his family moving, but they were still so mad.
Not at him, not at anything in particular, just frustrated.
And sad.
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Virgil remembered the day they had come out to Logan, the first person they ever came out to.
They had called him over to their house, just to spend some time together.
It ended with a mental breakdown, admitting to Logan that they were nonbinary.
Logan wrapped his arms around their neck as they sobbed into his shoulder.
He told them that they were perfect, that he loved them no matter what. That their identity didnât change his view on them, that they were still valid, still amazing, still Virgil.
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The day Virgil wanted to suggest a QPR, they hid instead. What if he thought they would be dating? What if he didnât know what it meant?
Virgil never ended up asking, instead it was Logan.
He had come up to them, obviously nervous, a stuttering mess. Immediately after asking Virgil he began to ramble on and on about what a QPR was and that they didnât have to if they werenât comfortable or didnât want people to think theyâre dating or-
They took his hand and assured him that they wanted to, wanted to so badly.
That night the two of them were cuddled on Logans couch, both having no clue what to do, or how to do it, or how it worked, but it did. They were there for each other and thats all they needed.
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Now Virgil was lying alone in bed, wishing Logan was there with them. To tell them it was all going to be okay, to calm them down.
They grabbed their phone and opened the playlist Logan had created for them.
âPlease Never Fall in Love Againâ
Virgil buried their face in their hands and cried through the night, without Logan there.
Summary: Things don't just go back to normal after the habitat
Pairing(s): Platonic Nat and Trevor, Familial Nat and Trencil
Ao3
âHey Trevor?â
âYea?â He said, keeping his eyes focused on the screen. Nat paused the game they were playing without warning.
Trevor stopped and looked over at her. She was looking down at the ground. Maybe she felt awkward having him over? Cause he used to like her? Or maybe she didnât feel comfortable having a werewolf in hers, a vampires, house. They were supposed to be rivals, not friends. Yes, that must be it.
She sighed, as if she could hear his thoughts. âDo you ever just like,â her face twisted in disgust, or confusion, he couldnât tell. Neither could she. âDo you ever feel like sometimes the things that happened at the habitat were useless?â
He blinked. âWell duh. What was the point of even having us there? Our teeth?â He let out a small sarcastic laugh.
âNo- thatâs not what I meant!â Nat leaned back against the side of her bed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. âLike, we all had at least one problem right? And they were all fixed right? Do you ever feel like it never actually got fixed?â
âUhm.. not really. Iâm pretty satisfied knowing that your dad is a vampire.â
Nat let out a small breathy laugh, but the smile faded quickly.
âSometimes⊠no, alot of the time I still catch myself calling him lame just to be an ass. I get annoyed with myself. Cause itâs supposed to be better right? But I just- UGHâ She threw the game controller across the floor and curled her legs into her chest. âItâs hard letting him know that I still love him after so long.â
Trevor just sat there, feeling sort of helpless in the situation.
He stood up and grabbed a pencil and paper from her desk. He sat down in front of her and forced her to look up from the ground. The pencil and paper were shoved at her, and she stared at them for a few seconds, confused.
âYouâre going to write him a letter telling him how you feel.â Travis huffed.
âNo thatâs lame.â
âOh come on!â He said, slightly desperate. âYou gotta do something! Draw him a picture, make him an origami flower for all I care! You just gotta tell him something.â
After a few seconds of Nat looking up between Travis and down at the paper, she scribbled something down quickly and then stood up, tucking the paper into a drawer before he could get a look at it.
âOkay but youâre gonna tell me what you wrote eventually.â
âNo im notâ
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The next day once Travis had gone home, Nat walked into the kitchen in the morning before Trencil left for work.
He was in the kitchen making food, or at the very least trying to. Nat sneaked up to his side without him noticing and set the paper on the table. By the time he realized it was there and turned around Nat was out the door.
He sighed and picked up the paper, turning it over to see what was on it.
