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[smokeyrose2017]

"Always be with you"

Ship~ Konig X Hongari

Type~ Angst

Cw~Swearing mentions of death, death

"Konig! How'd' it go?" The smaller man said running to his taller boyfriend who just climbed out of the truck. "Uh... It was ok..." The taller man said starting to walk back to the building with the smaller

"Konig!" Price yelled inside as soon as they opened the door and was inside the building. "Y-yes Cpt.?" Konig worriedly said taking off his hood. "Your next mission is in a couple of weeks; you need to scout with Hongari." Price explained the whole plane to the two men. "Got it?" Price put out his cigar and stood up. "Yes sir." The two men said in sync. "Good, not get out of my sight."

The two men excused themselves and went to their rooms. Konig was sitting on Hongari's bed with him. "What's on your mind big guy?" Hongari asked, climbing into Konig's lap. "I-I'm not the best at patrols, because of all the waiting and sitting." Konig said, pulling the smaller closer to his body.

The smaller took off his Glasses, and mask. "We can bring some quiet toys, for you to mess with." "O-ok..."

"Konig I can tell that something else is on your mind, what's wrong love?" The smaller asked readjusting himself to be straddling Konig's lap and facing the taller. "I hate going on missions without you, or anyone matter of fact. Price knows that I hate going alone because if something happens to me no one's going to be there to help of save me." Konig kept on going on about how he felt.

This is the most words Konig has ever said, both of the men, were people of few words, but Hongari sat on the taller's lap listening and comforting the taller. After Konig was done, it was clear to tell that he had a tear he was fighting to stay in his eye. "Ko- love, no matter how far away we are apart, I'll always be with you."

'Always be with you.' is the last thing Konig's brain thought of as he heard the smaller yelling for him. Konig wanted to yell out, but he didn't have the energy to even talk.

"KONIG! WHERE ARE YOU!" Hongari was yelling, starting to lose his voice from the yelling. The smaller was kicking around rubble looking for the German. He found Konig's hood. "Shit." It had a small whole, right where the frontal lobe of the brain is, and some blood splotches. "Shit, shit, shit!" He felt the hole, thank whatever god is up there that the bullet didn't do through.

"KONIG!" The smaller yelled out one more time before seeing Konig's hair sticking out of some rubble. "Konig!" The smaller ran over and started moving things. There Infront of him, his boyfriend who was slipping in and out of conciseness. "Shit, Konig stay with me!" Hongari demanded looking for his med kit. "Fuck where is it!?" Hongari took off his vest to look for the kit. "SHIT!" He didn't have it, and he couldn't leave his lover.

He grabbed his Radio. "WENEEDAMEDICATOURCORDINITS!FAST!" The Korean yelled into the radio. "Slowdown, what is it?" "We need a medic at our coordinates. fast. Konig is in and out, not responding. no clear bullet wounds." "Ok, one's on his way, try to stop any bleeding with your kit." "That will be a problem." "Why?" "I don't have my kit, and Konig's on his."

After he made the call, Hongari picked up Konig's head and held it close to his chest, bent over, he could feel tears, and he just let them fall. Fall onto his dyeing boyfriend, fall onto the floor of rubble, fall, and fall, and fall.

"Hongari?" "Konig! You're going to be ok, it's going to be ok. stay awake." The smaller said, trying to now hide his crying.

Konig raised a weak hand and wiped the tears that were on the smaller's scared face, he weakly spoke. "I'll always be with you... I love you..." With that he closed his eyes and didn't reopen them. "No, no nonononononononononono. KONIG! KONIG WAKE UP!" More tears fell, but this time he didn't wake.

The medics got there but it was too late, Konig was gone, and he couldn't be brought back.

Hongari now walked around in Konig's clothes and wore Konig's hood. "Hey Hongari, Price needs to see you." Soap said through the closed and locked door.

"Be out in a min." Hongari groaned as he sat up, from his late boyfriend's bed. He climbed out, not bothering to change, look presentable, or even put on shoes.

He found Price, sitting at a table, with Gaz. "You wanted to see me?" "Ah, Kim. I have something for you." "What?" Price held out his hand. The smaller man went over to the man and held out his hand under the older man's. Price opened his hand and placed something into the smaller's hands.

Hongari looked down, it was Konig's dog tags. "But sir, tags are for family..." "You were the only one marked down for family." He felt more tears ready to fall, but he didn't want to break down Infront of his cpt.

"Come here." Price said setting is cigar down and opening his arms. Kim hesitated but went into the hug. "Let it out son, we won't judge you." And that's what Hongari did, he cried until he passed out, clutching the tags in his hand close to his heart, not letting go.

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[sirenfromthelostcity]

The Best Mistake (Delsin Rowe x Reader)

Chapt 1. Bonnie and Clyde

1 and a half years ago, Salmon Bay...... It’s not often that you tread on the sand and soil of the Akomish reservation in Salmon Bay. Yet every time you come by, the scene seems to always be on a constant repeat of serenity. The seagulls are flying about and the sun, not yet setting, is decorating the sky with hues of orange and blue. All is more or less the scene you are used to seeing, however today the setting is being accommodated with a strange notion in your gut that today is not just an average day. The foreign sensation is not a bad sensation so to speak but try as you might you just can’t seem to shake it off.

Originally you had planned on going to the bay by yourself in your parent's’ car but evidently enough they took off earlier that morning and left you home with no mode of transportation. You then decided to take the bus to the reservation but luckily your cousin was feeling generous and offered to drop you off at your desired destination. They understood that you wanted to be alone and so they agreed to take you home once you were done pondering. Seeing as to how they had errands to run in the next town nearby, they had no problems with the arrangement.   Thus now you are walking by the bay, admiring the sun's reflection glistening amongst the water creating the perfect leisurely scene for you to reflect your thoughts. The gentle swooshing sounds of the tides only do more justice to ease your mind. Surprisingly enough, the echos of the seagulls aren't bothering you much at all. Minus the occasional ducking when the seagulls fly by a little too close for comfort,, you are in complete bliss. Until suddenly you hear a strange sound. "TSSSSSSST TSSSSSSSTT TSSSST" "What in the-?" you halt in your steps. Your curiosity intensifies as you keep hearing the sound from a nearby distance. "TSSST TSSSSSSST TSSSSST TSST" "Is that.... a spray can?" Intrigued by the sound, you begin to follow it, leading you to God knows where but you don't care. Like a moth to a flame, you continue to follow the sound as if in some trance. Your walking comes to a halt as you hear the sound of a metal ball clashing and shaking within a small container, pulling you out of your trance, and you finally meet the source of the sound. As you guessed, the sound was in fact coming from a spray can but as that mystery was solved a new one unraveled right in front of you. Before you is a man who appears to be spray painting an owl, coincidentally enough a creature you are very fond of, on a very large boulder. The man is still unaware of your lurking presence so you use that to the best of your advantage and take a seat on a nearby log to observe his work. You've been to several art galleries and have seen many famous paintings. Yet all branches of visual arts are very distinct from one another and you of all people knew that. Street Art just so happens to have always been a secret favorite of yours. It’s spunky and illegal. After several minutes of continuous spraying sounds the mysterious man is still not aware of your loitering form behind him. That is until he finally turns around and is immediately greeted by your unanticipated form.

His eyes go wide with surprise, then his lips curl into a small smirk admiring your craftiness, then he goes back into a slight panic mode again as he realizes he’s just been caught vandalizing a defenseless boulder. "Woah, okay how long have you been sitting there?" he nervously asks.

"I don't know. Long enough," you shrug your shoulders. He takes a glance at you, then at his recent tag, then at you once more and releases a sheepish laugh, "Any chance you could just pretend you didn't see me...or this?" he motions to his freshly painted owl. "Why wouldn't I wanna see this?" you ask, feeling perplexed. "I actually really like it." "Really?" now it’s his turn to be confused. "So you're not gonna call the cops-if you didn't already?" You shake your head side to side as you faintly chuckle, "I've seen and been around enough authority for one life to care about reporting you to the cops. Especially for something like this, I mean it's really good. Wouldn't wanna see you get in trouble for something this small and definitely wouldn't want them to paint over it or something." It’s at that moment when you finish talking that you really get a chance to get a good look at the man. He’s wearing black shoes and regular dark blue jeans which actually compliment his tall frame. He sports a red white and blue plaid shirt topped off with a burgundy beanie and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing an interesting green Navajo tattoo on his left forearm. He has a tan complexion and one of the most attractive faces you have ever seen. The more you look at him the more appealing he becomes. It'd be hard for anyone not to stare, and unfortunately he catches you in the act. "Like what you see?" he smirks. You instantly feel your cheeks heat up, lighting your face a bright red. In attempt to regain your cool composure you release a playful scoff, "Shut up, I just happened to get lost in thought is all...on your face...I-I just tend to daydream a lot randomly. That's what I was trying to say," you sigh. 'Smooth.' To your surprise the man only chuckles and takes a seat next to you on the log, "I think it's cute. And don't worry about getting 'lost in thought' on my face," he winks. "Oh and thanks for not calling the cops on me, you'd be one of the first ." "Really?" "Really. My brother is one of the Salmon Bay boys in blue and needless to say the people here know us, and they know especially of my tagging 'habits," he cocks his head to look at you. "Speaking of which, I know I definitely would've noticed you if you lived around here. What brings you around?" A light shade of pink begins to highlight your face again,"Is that what you're known for?" you ask, implying to his flirting. "Well that and my amazing tagging skills," he grins as he extends his hand out to you. Though you have only met the man you could already presume that smirking was another unbreakable habit of his. "Delsin Rowe. A devilishly handsome tagger, destined for greatness." You shake his hand and bluntly say your name. "What no intro?" he frowns. "What do you want me to tell you?" "Anything. What's something you like to do?" "Okay. Well uh I like photography and I like to draw," you say with a simple shrug of your shoulders. You never really thought much about your hobbies. Didn't often do things out of the ordinary. Boy was that about to change. "Really?" Delsin asks, seemingly interested. "Uh-yeah. I mean I've never done street art but I don't judge. I appreciate all forms of art that there is and I believe that beauty is in the eye of the beholder," you stand up from your previous seat from the log and make your way to the owl tag to examine it, Delsin's eyes following your form. "I really like this owl you did. Figured out what you're gonna call it yet?" "You wanna give it a shot?" he casually asks. You turn around and give Delsin shocked expression, "Seriously?" "Yeah, go for it. Wanna see how you think," he positions himself so his arms are now resting atop of his knees. You turn back around to look at the tag and release a hum in thought,"How about....word to the wise?" you glance at him." 'Cause the owl represents wisdom and all...what do you think?" you gave a shy grimace. "Hmph I like it. Word to the wise," he repeats. "So is that why you like it so much? Because the owl represents wisdom?" he stands up and walks to approach your side. "Yeah. My dad is super strict. He expects me to follow a certain path that’s he’s basically been aligning for me since like forever so he doesn't allow mistakes, won't even tolerate the mere thought of one," you rolled your eyes. "Living like that leaves you with a of pressure y'know, which is why I came out here. Basically to escape him for a bit.” "Well y'know we're only human. Saying you'll never make a mistake is like saying you'll never catch a cold. Saying that you won't permit one is just plain ignorance." "You try telling him that," you scoff. "Oh I wouldn’t mind," he simpers, "But something tells me that you would rather have the honors to do that yourself." "Damn right." "But," he adds, “keep in mind that there are bad mistakes and also good mistakes." Puzzled, you turn your head to face a grinning Delsin and you urge him to continue explaining.

"Well me, for instance. My brother is a pretty well known cop here so maybe vandalizing a defenseless boulder wouldn't have been the wisest of decisions." “I’ll say,” you lightly chuckle. "But,” he points out, “I gotta find some way assert my talent and express myself. Some might say it was a total bad idea or foolish mistake but I say it was a pretty damn great mistake you wanna know why?" "Why?" You curiously ask as he steps closer to you.

"Beca-" Just as Delsin was about to finish his explanation, police sirens start echoing from a distance. The sound gets closer and closer by the second alerting you both as you frantically turn your heads towards the direction of the sound. "Wh-what was that?" you panic.

"Our cue to get the hell out of here, come on!" Fast on his feet Delsin grabs your hand and together you two run. ~ You lost count of how many turns you made. All that was on your mind was getting away and not getting arrested. Never have you ran so fast in your life before and never have you ever experienced such a thrill as this. Running away from the authorities, a mission to escape. Even your new Akomish friend noticed your excitement. He grins at you as he looks back to make sure you are still behind him, "This way, we should be able to just hide in here for a bit," he said as the both of you near a fish cannery. The smell doesn't make you a fan of the place but beggars can't be choosers. Especially with a cop chasing after you.

All seems to be going accordingly to the plan. That is until a very tall and very angry man in a police uniform storms out of the fish cannery and walks straight over to Delsin. "Aw c'mon, how the hell did you know we were coming here?" Delsin glares at the cop. "First of all, you were trying to outrun a pickup truck. How exactly did you expect to win that race?" 'Huh....alright good point.' "And second, we have a GPS link on our phones so obviously I already knew where you were heading!" The officer looked really mad as he spoke to Delsin. Something about the way he scolds him reminds you of how a parent would do so to their child. After that deduction it doesn't take you long to figure out that this is the cop brother Delsin was talking about and that this is most likely not Delsin's first time getting caught by him. "Okay but was this really worth your time to come and arrest me? Is this really the worst 'crime' a person can commit?" Delsin argues. "For God's sake Delsin, no tagging anything during all hours of the day. How hard is that to understand and obey?" The fighting continued for what felt like hours but it in reality only about two minutes had past. Yet who knows how long the two Rowe brothers could've gone at it. Standing idly by the two arguing brothers is not how you'd prefer to spend your free time. "Uh guys?" both brothers turn their head to face you, "I'd hate to interrupt a live family feud episode but I gotta go-" "Oh how nice, Delsin. You managed to find yourself an accomplice," the officer snarls. "Wait-what?" you frown as the officer grabs both your wrists and takes out his cuffs. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Knowing what  his actions are leading to, you attempt to break free from his grip but to no avail. "Reggie don't, she's got nothin' to do with this," Delsin beckons. "We literally met a few minutes ago, stop being such a dick!" Reggie looks at both you and Delsin as if contemplating on something but no further actions are committed. "Reg..... C'mon brother, please?" Delsin attempts once more to convince his brother to let you go. "Look officer....Rowe, please don't do this. I've never gotten arrested before and my parents would totally kill before I could even get to court," you plead. Reggie looks at you once more and senses your honesty. He sighs and finally unlocks your cuffs to set you free. You rub your wrists as you mumble a quick thanks as you walk over to Delsin still feeling a bit anxious. "What's your name?" he asks. "(F/-" "(F/N) (L/N)," Delsin interrupts. The three of you share a few quick awkward glances before Reggie decides to speak up again. "(L/N)," he repeats. "Why does that sound so familiar." "It's not... it’s just quite common is all. I- uh I should really get going," you say as you give a small wave of your hand and start to walk back to the spot you first dropped off at. However, before you could get very far, Delsin grabs your arm effectively halting you, "Wait, do you need a ride?" "No it's okay, I was just about to call my cousin to pick me up," you honestly reply. "You sure?" he asks as he releases your arm. "We could give you a ride, Reggie won't mind." Reggie sends Delsin a quick death glare, "Yeah thanks for asking by the way." "Dude," Delsin returns the glare. "It's cool guys. I'm just gonna-" "(Name) I won't mind. Really. Think of it as an apology for the whole handcuff thing," Reggie solemnly speaks. "You sure?" you ask still feeling unsure. He only nods and gives you a small genuine smile. Though it’s a small gesture you could feel the sincerity and gladly return the kind gesture. Delsin on the other hand only uses the short exchange between you and his brother to sneak his way closer to you. Frankly you weren't aware of his actions or how close he was getting until you heard him speak up. "I call sitting next to (Name)," he ardently proclaims.

Reggie mumbles a quick, "Fine by me," as he steps into the driver's seat of his car. Meanwhile you make you way to the backseat with a grinning Delsin by your side. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Reggie pulls up his car by your house and you thank him for the ride as you exit the car. Delsin follows you out and up the steps to your doorstep until you both come to a halt when you finally reach the top. "See, I told you there'd be no robbers or kidnappers waiting for me at home. I appreciate you escorting me to my doorstep though," you sarcastically say to him since he insisted on escorting you up the steps for "protection". An excuse you admittingly find somewhat lame and somewhat cute. "Anything for you," he winks. You chuckle, "Good night, Delsin." "Good night (Name)," he says as he begins to slowly descend the steps of your porch.

As you watch him leave your porch you can’t help but not want the interaction to end. You also notice how sluggish he’s walking and wonder if it’s because he’s thinking the same thing too. As you ponder your options, you take in a big breath before finally deciding on what to do.

“Hey Delsin, wait,” you call out to him.

Immediately he turns to face you,"What, you miss me already?" he gleefully remarks. “Ha, and you’re funny too. Actually I uh….,” you freeze as you realize you didn’t fully think through what you were going to actually say. “Um… I-uh, oh! I just remembered…. you never did tell me why that mistake you made earlier, with the graffiti and all, why it was such a pretty damn good one.” "Really? How forgetful of me,” he complacently states as he goes up two steps. “Why don't I tell you tomorrow?" "Where?" "Anywhere." You hum a bit before finalizing the location, "How about the Latte Owl? Four o'clock?"

“Okay. Just one question.”

“Yeah?” You frown in curiosity.

“Do you go to that cafe for the aesthetics or do you actually genuinely like their coffee?”

You burst into a mini laughing bit before answering,”Honestly, a little bit of both.”

At your answer Delsin starts to chuckle.

“What? C’mon I’m a photographer so of course aesthetics comes with the gig. And their coffee is actually pretty good,” you cross your arms

“Hey no judgement,” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles. “I will definitely be there tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.”

[preciouslittlefool]

The only reason why I love shool

[gaykay-blog1]

Okay so...I need some advice with this girl I'm really feeling. She doesn't like ldr's and that's okay, I'm willing to just be friends until she's ready for something more. But we already act like a couple by calling each other babe and we ft everyday. But just the other day, she texted me out of no where and asked have I ever just wanted to stop talking to someone, I said no...why, she said because that's how she feels about us. She said she just wanted to be alone for a while.

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[giveupreality]

The superior

Jyugo

“You can start today. Hajime will show you around.”, the warden states, glaring at the mentioned name. You bow respectfully, and excuse yourself, leaving the dark room. The guardian in charge of cell 13 guided you to your new prisoners.

We are “welcomed” by long blue haired boy. “They’re out again”, Seitarou cries, grabbing his mentor’s arm. Hajime growls and excuse himself. “I’m sorry, _____ ____-san. I’ll bring them in a few.”, and with that, he ran fast in their direction. Seitarou informs you that the four inmates will always be bad to put up with, meaning you’ll be led tons of dances. But you already knew about them, you read their files before applying to this prison so you were already familiarized with their antics. You appreciated the advice anyway and you kept your cool as always -that’s what made you cut out for this job- and asked calmly where they are in that very moment. With a shaky moves, yet impressed by your boldness he show you the monitor divided in four, showing the group running and laughing. As the little figures caught your eye, you thought you actually see kindergarten kids playing around -which later you found out this is it what they truly are. You asked for directions and your bright intelligence sparked again and you figured where they will be next. So you headed that way.

You arrived sooner and waited for them. “That’s too easy”, you heard a deep voice coming from afar. You smirked as you saw the four of them in front of you astounded. A big form with long pink and yellow hair put in a braid approached you -Uno- and his eyes couldn’t believe what he saw. “Yes, I’m a girl”, you answered his yet unasked question and you replied again: “Just a hunch”, you smiled cutely at him, and he was in his tongue already, leaving him a confused blushing mess. One of them is taken care of. Three left.

“Who are you?”, the one with black hair and with different colored hues -Jyugo- asked bluntly but you were interrupted by a little neon green haired boy -Nico- when you tried to answer. “Is this an anime character?” he asks enthusiastically, grabbing your waist to look at the bracelet that hold little figurines which also hold an anime figurine. “Yes”, you answer with the exact excitement as him and you started blabbering about anime and new manga that were recently released on the respective month.

A little cough broke you two off and you looked in that direction. Rock. You knew you have to deal with him as well so you grabbed a chocolate bar out of your pocket and as you started unwrapping it two heart-formed pierce eyes were gazing at you. “Do you want some?”, you asked the big hungry one and he agreed as he sprinted lively at you to take his sweet treat.

“Still, you didn’t answer my question”, the same bluntness bit off. ”I’ll be your new guardian.”, you asked directly, no sign of friendly treatment crossing your face nor tone anymore. You learned from the files that he is the worst to deal with so you shouldn’t approach him. “Now, go back to your cell”, you command as the other three accepted cheerfully, but not him. “Why would we?”, he asked making the others stand still. “Because you say so?”, he mocks and you clenched your fist. Still, you free your anger with a sigh and adopt the same superior attitude as always. “Let’s play a game.”, you smirked.

You knew he’s a sucker for puzzles and he’s one heck of an intelligent brat. So you decided to compete with your brains. He agreed and you told the rules of the game: Each of you two will come with tricky puzzles. Whoever scores 5 points (1 point= the other doesn’t know the answer) wins. Who wins, will oblige the other’ order. You started and puzzle after puzzle it got harder. But you knew it will be pain from the very beginning and you managed to get a tie. 4-4. He took a moment to think the next puzzle. Within seconds, he spoke again.

“So. 1 is 3. 3 is 5. 5 is 4. 4 is 4. What is 7?”, he smirks, knowing you can’t figure this one out. You weren’t good with numbers, you were good with predicting situations, analyzing personalities and he figured it out soon enough. He was the opposite of you: he and numbers fit perfectly, but he couldn’t read too well into situations, due to the lack of socializing, but he understood the person better than anyone after he found out about their background, associating memories with codes and predictive series of numbers.

You bit your lip ‘till a drop of blood flowed and you admitted defeat after hard thinking his puzzle. The others cheered and whispered to him what should he ask you to do, but he brushed them off.

“Alright. Let’s go back to the cell”, his words surprised all of you. “But I lost!”, you said a little bit too loud than you intended, and he threw you an amused look. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a list of things to get us”, his words keenly came bittersweet to your heart. With this, the others’ smiles returned with their cheerfulness as well.

“EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR CELL!!!”, Hajime screamed while running towards you and the others leisurely shooed him. “Too late, old man. _____-san already took care of us”, they responded bored, turning their backs at us and heading to cell 13. “Very good job.Well done, ____-san!”, he shook your hand, bowing.

You were at a loss of words. You rose your eyes shyly just to see Jyugo already looking at you. Smirking.