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#I’ll be on my puppy bed next to you taking a nap

romeavecryst · 21 days

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Never let them know your next move˖ ࣪⊹

Summary: them kissing up on you then they do the unspeakable

Characters; bokuto, kuroo, tanaka

Warnings: chaos, cursing, play fighting, kissing, little hot n sweaty. Not proofread! Touchy grabby boys what can I say.. fem!reader

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BOKUTO

☆ “your being mean baby..” he whined, ko had been loving up on you for the past fifteen minutes. You’ve only been ignoring him because you were working on school work. “I’ll give you attention in a minute ko.” You hummed.

His dramatic sighs causing you to laugh. It wasn’t like you never payed attention to him it just happens to be kniw when wants it the most. Acting like a puppy who’s deprived. He watched his head resting on your shoulder his eyes wondering your fingers that typed on the keyboard.

How could you ignore him he thought, “you hate me..” he muttered his lips kissing your shoulder. “With everything in my body.” You smiled, feeling his lips travel up your shoulder. His large hands squeezing your hips. “Jus’ want you to love on me.. wanna feel you on me..” he whispered, his tone seductive.

You bit your lip a tingle forming in the pit of your stomach “Ko-“

“AHH!” You yelled, feeling the wettest of his tongue like the side of your face. It wasn’t even small teasing he licked the whole side of your face, quickly pushing himself back knowing your were about to fight.

“You’re fucking kidding me” you laughed discarding your lap top going after him, a fat smile on his face as he grabed your arms pining you down. “Koutaro! Let go of me..” you groaned his big arms holding you against him.

“Nope! I’ve got you now!”

KUROO

☆ His eyes watched you as you wondered around your room, your body pacing impatiently. Kuroo had come over as you were cleaning your room, bad timing yes but he wanted to see you. He wanted a danm nap but you just had to be set on cleaning your room. “UGH!! we can clean it later baby! For the love of god come over to me.” He fake cried sprawling out on you bed.

He watched as you rolled your eyes in the mirror of your vanity, you focused going back on organizing the drawers. He huffed pushing off your bed you watched as he walked up behind you.

“Let me finish I don’t even have that much to do..” you whined feeling his cold hands go under your shirt. “Tetsu my parents are home.” He nodded taking in what you said.

His hands cupping your Boobs over your bra fondling them you felt him smile on the nape of your neck, him enjoying himself. Yet when he looked in the mirror you practically ignored him, though the heat radiating of your face spoke other wise. “Just come lay down with me.” He squeezed a bit tighter.

A pleasant little groan leaving your lips caused him to chuckle mischievously. His lips starting kissing your face a small smile appeared on your face as he did so. But the moment was to nice..

“YOU DID NOT!” You yelled the feeling of your boyfriend letting go of you quickly.

Turning around he was laughing, laughing his ass off. He had licked you!

“AHH BABY PLEASE I WAS JUST JOSHING!”he yelled as you ran at him.

A fit of giggles coming from him as you whipped your wet face against his, “no!” He cried out.

“That what you get motherfucker,” you spoke quickly licking him back after.

“What going on?” The sound of your fathers voice spoke, him witnessing you beating your boyfriend your body on top of him.

“Never mind.. I don’t even wanna know..” he groaned.

TANAKA

☆ Let’s be honest you’d kind be used to it with him. But in this case you were not!

You two where out with his family at dinenr his family sitting around you, two talking amongst themselves. Tanaka was not afraid to kiss up on you in front of his family as nervous as it made you he loved doing it. His lips kissing your hand as you told him to stop “Ryu your grandmother is staring at us.” You whined.

His grandma was in fact staring a smile on her face as she watched her grandson love on you, “you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep to myself.” He said his head falling on your shoulder his lips still kissing on your fingers.

He was normaly very lovey dovey on you but there was just this feeling, you knew something was about to happen you could feel it. And it did happen.

Ryu licking the back of you hand. The back of you hand quickly meeting his mouth popping him. “Ryu! Fu- nasty!”

A heavy laugh left him as you beat on him, his family watching in amusement as you beat on him, “Licking me really! And I knew it was gonna happen!” You spoke is a hushed yell.

“Ahh! Please mercy, baby mercy!!” He yelled dramatically falling into his sisters side for protection just for her to gang up on him as-well.

“Please guys I couldn’t help myself.”he spoke putting a fake frown on his face.

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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after a long and traumatic week, seeing and experiencing dreadful things — puppy!reader gets into the habit of needing john b to rock her to sleep. every night.

if he doesn’t, there’s tears — and bless your heart he understands. before these few weeks, he’d managed to protect you from it all. being shot at, stumbling on skeletons and dead bodies all for the sake of finding the next clue for the treasure that seemed so far away. at the time, and for your safety he had to bring you along — but as he watches your lip curl over, clinging to his chest back at the chateau — he regrets not finding a way around it.

“well sleep is important, bubba. you need rest.” he stresses, trying to ease you into relaxing as you argue against him. “c’mon. i know you’re tired. i can tell.”

“but i know i’m going to have a nightmare again! ugh.” in a moment of stress, you softly bury yourself into his arm, sinking teeth gently into his tanned bicep.

“noooo you won’t.” he croons in that comforting deep voice of his, slotting his hand between your face and his arm so that he can stroke your cheek with his thumb until you ease up on your bite. you huff, flopping back into his arms dramatically like you’d died mid conversation and he smiles, softly manhandling you until you’re lying directly on his chest. “i’ll tell you why you’re not gonna have any nightmares, pup. it’s because i’m gonna be riiight here. all night. you’re gonna get all hot and bothered and wish that you had your own bed, seriously.” he keeps his tone lighthearted as you get comfortable, but his face falls when he hears you sniffle. “hey, i know.” he acknowledges solemnly, kissing the top of your head.

“jus’ nervous.” you slur, muffled into the fabric of his shirt and he nods in understanding. without thinking much of it, john b starts to sway your body left to right, gently rocking you to attempt to halt your tears. after a moment, you seem to quieten down. “keep doing that.” you rasp after a few minutes, barely awake.

“mhm.” he hums, trying not to disturb you as much as possible with his response, continuing to rock you in his arms. for the first time in a while, you sleep soundly — with no bad dreams.

because of the success in john b’s new technique — you started to require it every night. as soon as you feel the tiredness creep up on you, you’re crawling into his lap, making a rocking motion with your body to communicate what you want. doing this every night might become tiresome to some, but your boyfriend was filled with guilt — accidentally putting you in such dangerous scenarios lately that your body was now riddled with anxiety, needing the gentle motion in order to have a stress free sleep. whatever he could do to help you, to rid himself of the guilt — he would comply.

occasionally, you had required this treatment during a nap in the middle of the day too — straddling him on the couch with the shy request.

“get on in here.” he opens his arms to wrap around you, letting you burrow down into him. as soon as he begins to rock you side to side, your brain starts to power down, even able to partially ignore jj when he loudly strolls in, aware of your habits.

“damn, it’s rockin’ time already? a little early.” the blonde converses casually making the brunette frown and wave one arm at him.

“shh, but yes. yes it is.”

unable to control his behaviour, maybank begins to dance, moonwalking across the wooden panels of the chateau floor. “i wanna rock with you, alllll night.” he sings, making you groggily lift your head to blink an eye at him.

“are you done?” john b deadpans.

“oh hey there sleepy-pooch. my bad, go ‘head and take that nap.” jj busies himself with a beer bottle, grabbing it to settle down with on the couch, eyes latching onto the tv.

you’re fast asleep in a matter of minutes, the gentle humming of the tv mixing with the sounds of your soft snores. “damn, she’s out like that already? guess they found the cure to insomnia. hey, can i try next?” jj teases, lifting the bottle to his lips making the brunette shake his head, not even bothering to glance away from the tv.

“would you shut-up? maybe?” he mumbles in careless retaliation, just happy his sweet pup was getting the rest she deserves.

#john b prompt #puppy!reader

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honeys-hotties · 4 months

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I Don't Deserve You-Julien Baker x Reader

my first julien baker fic, because the jb brainrot is SO REAL i love her with my whole heart

jb x fem!reader

angst but happy ending (have i ever written anything without angst??) anyways! as always, this is all made up!! jb is a little mean in this one, and in real life i am so sure she would never act like this

word cout: 2222 <3

After a horrifically unproductive day at the studio, all Julien wants to do when she gets back to her house is sleep for approximately 17 hours. The clock on the wall reads 6:13 when she drops her jacket on the couch, completely forgetting about the dirty breakfast dishes she had promised you she would clean up that morning. You had an obnoxiously early start that morning, but wanting to see you before you left for work, Julien had woken up and you two had made breakfast together.

“I’m so sorry I don’t have time to clean everything up,” you had whispered apologetically, perched atop the counter while Julien stood between your legs. “If you could put everything away before you go to the studio for me please baby? And I can make us dinner tonight? I shouldn’t be too late? I think they were saying 7:00 wrap tonight? So I’ll be home by 7:45 at the latest.” Julien had agreed, if mostly to quiet her excited girlfriend so she could get a few kisses in before you left, but had gone back upstairs and fallen asleep after you were gone. She had slept through her alarm, and in her panic to get to the studio on time had forgotten to clean the kitchen.

Julien walked up the stairs, pushing the door to their bedroom open and falling face-first onto the large, unmade bed, and immediately passing out. She sleeps peacefully for about an hour and a half, until the slamming of the front door startles her awake. Rubbing her eyes irritatedly, Julien sits up in the darkened bedroom, a headache growing behind her eyes.

“Babe?” She hears you call from downstairs. “Where are you?” Grumbling to herself, Julien sits up and stretches, her back popping from the movements. You pad up the stairs, and poke your head into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of your tired girlfriend. “Good nap?” you ask softly, walking towards the bed and sitting down next to Julien, who wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, resting her head in your lap.

“Yeah, baby.” Julien hums. “Really good nap.”

You laugh softly, stroking Julien’s hair in your lap. “I’m glad, babe. You’ve been working yourself to death recently. How was the studio today?”

Julien rolls her eyes, sitting up abruptly. “I really don’t want to talk about work right now.” She says, irritated. Your eyes widen slightly, shocked by your girlfriend’s sharp tone, but ultimately chalking it up to her exhaustion. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry, Jules. I can go start dinner, if you want to nap a little longer?”

Julien looks at you guiltily. “I’m sorry, princess.” She pulls you into her lap, kissing your forehead repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you.” You laugh quietly, relishing in the comfort of Julien’s arms, the kisses being pressed to your face.

“It’s okay baby. I get it. Want to come start on dinner with me?”

Julien nods, and follows like a puppy after you, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julien is so lost in thought that when you stop abruptly in front of her at the sight of the kitchen, Julien smacks directly into you, knocking you forward a couple of steps.

“Whoa princess, what’re you doin’?” She asks, reaching out to steady you. You swat her hands away, turning to face Julien with an unamused expression on your face. “Hey,” Julien takes a step back. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I just wasn’t expecting you to stop there…” she trails off at the look on your face. “What?”

“The kitchen, JB.” You say, gesturing to the dirty dishes behind you. “You promised you would clean up this morning, remember? I specifically asked if you could take care of it this morning so it wouldn’t be a problem tonight, and you told me not to worry, that you would clean up before you left.”

Julien rolls her eyes, her girlfriend’s irritation only adding to her bad mood. “Seriously, babe? You barely see me all day, and now you’re getting mad because I didn’t do the dishes? So I wanted to get some extra sleep this morning? Don’t you think I fuckin’ deserve it? I work so damn hard, I deserve a break, and having you flipping out on me isn’t helpful, baby.” Her tone is biting, her words harsh, and she barely notices the tears glazing over her girlfriend’s eyes.

“I work hard too, Julien!” You grit out. “Just because I’m not some incredible singer doesn’t mean I don’t work hard, doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted when I get home. You told me you would clean up and you didn’t, I don’t understand why you’re getting so defensive-”

“Exactly!” Julien yells. “You don’t understand. You have no idea what it’s like to have this pressure on your shoulders every goddamn second, the eyes of so many people, waiting for you to fuck up. But guess fucking what, princess? The world doesn’t revolve around you.” She stalks closer to you, her voice loud. “You have no idea what I’m dealing with, how exhausted I am constantly, how hard I’m working. So I forgot to do the dishes once? So what? Look at everything I do for you, everything I bring to the table, versus you, and then try to tell me off again, princess.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Julien wishes she could take them back. You look like you’ve been slapped across the face, and the unshed tears in your eyes finally begin to fall. You let out a choked sob, backing away from Julien who, in her anger, had cornered you against the table.

“Wait, baby…I didn’t…” but it’s too late. The damage is done.

“You’re right, Julien,” You manage. “I don’t know what it’s like. Maybe you should find someone who understands you, because obviously I never could.”

“No, princess, please-” Julien starts, before you cut her off.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You snap. “I’m not your ‘princess’, I’m not your ‘baby’, I’m not your ‘doll’, I’m not anything to you, apparently.”

“No, please. You’re everything to me, I swear, I was just being mean because I’m tired, please, I didn’t mean it” Julien’s eyes fill with tears. You turn away from her. “I think you should leave, Julien. Before you say something else you ‘don’t mean’”.

“No, please, you know I can’t leave when we’re fighting, we have to fix things, please let me fix things.”

You turn to her, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know if you can fix this, Julien. I’ve put up with a lot of your shit, when you snap at me because you’ve had long days at the studio and I let it slide, when you chainsmoke because you’re stressed and I hold my tongue because I don’t want to make you more upset, when you make my problems feel small because I’m not part of some huge band. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s not fair to me.”

Julien drops to her knees in front of you, reaching gently for your hands. “Please let me fix this” she cries softly. “Please, my love. I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything.” You pull your hands from Julien’s grasp.

“I’m going to bed” you say, brokenly. “Just, wash the dishes, please.”

“I love you” Julien calls out after you, watching you retreat up the stairs. “Baby, I-I love you.” You say nothing, and as soon as you disappear up the stairs, Julien breaks down in tears. She sits on the kitchen floor and cries, cries because she thinks she might have just ruined the best thing in her life. Julien cries for what feels like either ten minutes or ten hours, until she has no tears left and her sobs turn into pathetic sniffles. Eventually, she stands up and finds her phone, calling the only two people she trusts to help her fix her relationship. Phoebe and Lucy both pick up almost immediately, and listen dutifully as Julien fills them in on the fight while she tries to tidy up the kitchen.

“Wow” Phoebe manages when Julien finishes the story. “Julien, fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

“I do,” Lucy chimes in. “You fucked up. Big time. Like, I don’t even know how you fucked up this badly.”

“That’s really helpful, Luce.” Julien retorts. “Now, how do I fix things? She’s the best thing in my life, and I can’t do this without her.”

“I think you and her need to have a really serious conversation about your relationship and what she expects of you” Phoebe says seriously. “It sounds like you’ve been neglecting her, however unintentionally, taking her for granted. She’s put up with it for long enough, JB, and honestly, she deserves better. I love you and I’m here for you no matter what, but you’re in the wrong here, babe.”

“You guys will work it out, but just try to understand where she’s coming from. You’ve got a pretty short fuse when you’re stressed,” Lucy adds. “I know you both and I know how much love you have for each other. Just, talk things through with her, see it from her point of view.”

“Okay. I’ll try. And you’re right, she deserves better. I’ll do my best to try harder for her, to be more attentive and more patient for her. I love her so much.”

“We know,” Lucy says. “We love you both so much, and I know you two will work it out. It’s hard right now, but you’re going to come out on the other side of this so much stronger as a couple.”

“Tell her we say hi, and call us tomorrow with updates, okay JB. We love you.” Phoebe says, bringing a small smile to Julien’s face.

“I will. Thank you guys, I love you both so much.” Julien disconnects the call and wipes down the counter, before turning off the kitchen lights and heading upstairs. Her footsteps grow soft as she reaches the door to your shared bedroom, and she pushes the door open softly, her heart breaking at the sight of you curled up on the bed, eyes red and puffy.

“I don’t want to talk right now, Julien.” You say quietly, your voice raspy.

“Will you listen then, baby? Just, I have a few things I want to say to you, to apologize for, and then you can kick me out, okay?” Julien asks hopefully, walking slowly towards the bed. You sit up wordlessly, gesturing for Julien to go ahead.

“Um, okay. Here goes. Baby, I’m so, so fucking sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve been so tired and stressed lately. And I know that’s not an excuse. I just want to tell you where I’m coming from. That gives me zero right to take it out on you, though. And I’m so sorry because through everything, you’ve been here for me. You’ve stuck with me, through good and bad, no matter what. And I’ve been taking you for granted, which is so unfair to you, and you deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who listens to you and values your opinions, someone who loves you so much they can’t stand the thought of life without you. Someone who knows how hard you work, someone who is always there for you, someone who is patient and protective and treats you like a queen. I want to be that person for you, if you’ll let me. I want to show you how incredible you are and tell you every day for the rest of our lives how much I adore you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, give me another chance. You make my life worth living, you make everything better. I love you more than I can ever say, but if you want me, I will spend the rest of our lives proving how much I love you.” By the end of her speech, you're sobbing.

“Oh, fuck, baby, doll, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Shut up and kiss me” You cut her off, and Julien’s eyes widen at your statement. “I, what?”

“You heard me,” you laughed, your throat still choked with tears. “Kiss me, Julien.” Without hesitating, Julien surges forward and connects your lips in a searing kiss. She can taste the salt of your tears mixing with her own, and when she finally breaks away, she rests her forehead against yours, gently wiping your tears away. “I love you” she whispers. “And I don’t deserve you. But I love you so much. And I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” you say. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning.”

Julien presses her lips to yours once more. “You’re the boss, princess. I’ll start making it up to you first thing tomorrow.”

“You better.” You say, letting out a watery chuckle, cuddling into her. “And I have a few ideas for how you can start.”

honey's notes: to anyone reading this right now, i love you you're amazing, all the forehead kisses in the world for you! this fic was so fun to write, lmk if i should write more for jb or the boys!

love always, honey

#julien baker x reader #julien baker #boygenius #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus #honey writes #angst with a happy ending

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writinandcrying · 5 months

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TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

#tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt x reader #2003 tmnt #mm tmnt Headcanons #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt fandom #rottmnt fandom #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt leo #donnie tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey

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23spanishgirl · 2 months

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I told you! || Pablo Gavi

💋 Requests are open!

‼️Warnings:

🫧Requested: yes!

🏎️Author’s note: Ugh I love this request so much cause i’ve imagined it so many times!! I really don’t know anything about buying or adopting animals so I wrote that part a little bit “bad”. As I always say I’m spanish so forgive me if is there any failure🙏🏻 Keep requesting! I’m starting to write the others. Hope it was “similar” as you imagined🫶🏻

“Please baby, pleeease! i beg you” yn pouted “yn, i’ve told you no. I don't like cats” Pablo answered. yn looked at him and snorted “you’re the worst” she said before lying on the bed and lying with her back to Pablo. She wanted a cat so bad and tried everything to convince Pablo, but he didn’t want a cat because he liked dogs more.

The next days yn sent Pablo lots of tik tok videos of little cats playing with their owners but he ignored them. He knew what she was trying to do. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea having a cat but he didn’t like them too much and if he had to choose, without any doubt, he would choose dogs.

One night, he came home after training and yn was sitting on the couch scrolling down her phone “hi baby” he said giving her a kiss on the cheek “hii, how was training?” “good, how was your day?” “mm, boring but good. after dinner i have to show you something” she looked at him smiling “you’re scaring me” “don’t worry baby, let’s eat”

After finishing dinner, he went upstairs to get a shower and when he finished he went to the living room with yn “okay, like i said before i have to show you something… I know i’m extremely stubborn with this but i need to” She said putting a presentation on the tv and Pablo rolled her eyes funny and the only thing he could say was “oh no” “just listen to me, okay?!”

When she finished her presentation of why they should buy a cat she sat next to him and looked at him with puppy eyes and pouting “please, I beg you. Don’t be like my mom and make my childhood dream come true” He rolled his eyes again and chuckled “i don’t know love, i’m not a big fan of cats” “please, please, pleeease! You will love it!” Pablo looked at her “we’ll see” “oh no! That's what my mom told me for ten years” She crossed her arms and frowned as he laughed.

Few days later of yn being mad and sad, Pablo decided to finally agree to buy a cat. “yes, yes, yes!!!” She started to jump excitedly and hugged Pablo “can we go now?” “yes” He chuckled and they got in his car. When they got to the animal center yn was looking at all the cats “they’re super cute! I want all of them!” She said excited “but we’ll only get one” Pablo reminded her “just one” she nodded.

Half an hour later they decided to buy a white kitty with black spots. yn saw a lot of cats and kitties but she fell in love with that kitty in particular. The kitty was a boy so they decided to call him Milo. After they bought him and all the necessary things, they headed home.

“Look Milo, your new home!” yn said, putting Milo down. Pablo smiled seeing her happy but after all he still wasn’t very convinced with the idea “i’m so happy” she said excited giving him a kiss “thank you, thank you, thank youuu”

Two days passed and Pablo still wasn’t showing his affectionate side with the kitty. It was 4pm and yn left to go to the university “please, take care of Milo” She said to Pablo before going “yes, yes. I’ll take care of him” He nodded while he was sitting on the sofa.

While yn was away, Pablo looked after Milo. He putted him his food and water and was attentive to him. After three hours, he decided that he should take a nap as he was really tired so he lay down on the couch closing his eyes.

When he was almost asleep he heard a low “miau” and a few steps. He opened his eyes frustrated and saw the kitty. Milo approached Pablo and tried to get on the couch with him without completing his mission. After a few seconds of laughing at the kitty, Pablo grabbed him and laid Milo down next to him.

Pablo examined him for a few seconds and he noticed that the little cat had the same eyes as yn and he was amazed by that. After a few moments Milo settled close to him and closed his eyes. Pablo repeated the kitty’s action and he fell asleep.

Two hours later yn came back home “hii, i’m home!” She said but she was stranged as she didn’t receive any answer. She went to the kitchen but nothing and she decided to look in the living room where she found Pablo and Milo sleeping together.

She couldn’t help it and took a picture because she was melting cuteness and she had to capture that moment. After a few minutes of watching them, she decided to wake Pablo up. “baby” she moved him a little bit “I’m home” “mmm, hi” he said with his eyes still closed. She giggled as she saw him struggling to open his eyes and she told him with a smile “I saw that you and Milo are sleeping together” she laughed softly “I told you! You would love him” He rolled his eyes funny and smiles “he’s cute and he has your eyes” he said moving a little bit making space for her.

She smiled as he said that and she laid next to him as she put Milo on her chest. “Now we are a little family” she said excitedly and Pablo chuckled giving her a kiss on the forehead.

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under the sun [jeonghan]

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 11.5k~

warnings: skinship. food + alcohol mentions. jeonghan denying his feelings a bit. one kiss with dubious consent (reader is drunk and kisses jeonghan) that gets addressed and apologized for.

daisy’s notes: me fighting for my life trying to finish this fic before the end of july

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summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world… and between you and one of them.

Jeonghan worried about you more than he would ever admit out loud. Despite the fact that he knew you were cared for (by everyone, but especially by Chan, who seemed to follow after your every step like a puppy--overjoyed, no doubt, that he was no longer the “new kid” in the group), you were still on the quieter side. It was too early for him to know for sure if you were just a quiet person, like Minghao, or if you were uncomfortable. While Seungcheol led the group well, a watchful eye on everything and any potential problems, Jeonghan was always the one who served as the shoulder to cry on or a listening ear when Seungcheol was too intimidating to approach. Sure, he could tease from time to time--but it was always toward people he knew could handle it (no bad days there) and out of love.

So Jeonghan snuck away after he helped the others wash laundry one morning and found you out in the gardens. There were enough people that your absence wouldn’t be missed if he just happened to steal you away for a little break.

“You look tired,” he said from the foot of the tree you were picking fruit from. “Do you wanna take a break?”

“Chan told me not to,” you said with a concerned frown. “If you need to rest, it’s okay. But Chan said that it just creates more work for the others when--”

“It'll be okay,” he said. “It’s better to rest than to overwork yourself.”

Truthfully, Jeonghan knew you were overworking yourself. Always eager to pick up a task whenever someone needed a favor done, or making sure to put your all into doing chores correctly so that it would be less stress on anyone else. You shouldered the work the same way Seungcheol did without much of a fuss. Maybe that was why Jeonghan worried about you: you seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Seungcheol in certain ways. He wondered if you felt the need to “earn your keep” even though they would have let you stay if you physically couldn’t.

“How many were you supposed to pick?” He nodded up at the ripe peaches just within your reach.

“Enough for all of us.”

“And how many do you have?”

You looked away sheepishly. “Like... maybe twenty.”

“You don’t need to do anymore,” he said. “You did your part. The others can handle the rest. Come take a nap with me.”

“But--”

Jeonghan extended a hand up, “If you get in trouble, I’ll take the blame. You need to rest before you burn yourself out.”

With a sigh, you relented: you’d leave your share inside the church at the very least before going off with him. So he smiled to himself as he watched you search for a safe enough place out of the way to leave your picked fruit, and extended his hand back out to you. When you took it, he merely gave you a reassuring squeeze before heading out toward the river. He’d mapped out nice napping places forever ago, and he was sure every single person in the group (except you, but you’d learn in time) knew where all of them were. On other days, he’d bring a blanket with him. Maybe next time he stole you away, he would--or maybe the two of you could hide out in the attic, cozy on that bed underneath the sun window. It was usually a pretty good spot to nap, especially since everyone tried to clean that room first when they were on cleaning duty. Less people to disturb Jeonghan’s rest.

Yet he didn’t want to nap anymore when he was lying out in the grass. You had sat down next to him, still sitting up and watching the river pass by. If you looked close enough, you could see the occasional fish. The river always felt so clear most of the time, and yet occasionally you’d see one darting through the water--almost like the universe was taunting you.

“Are you adjusting well?” Jeonghan asked, finally sitting up after a few minutes of just watching you silently sit there. “You can tell me if you’re having a tough time. A lot of people do, to begin with.”

You looked up, uncertainty etched into every feature. “I’m fine,” you said, and Jeonghan could tell it was a lie. “I mean... I’m adjusting. It’s just taking some getting used to, that’s all.”

He frowned. Despite the way you seemed to get along with the youngest three in the group, Jeonghan noticed that you still seemed a little quiet around the others. Soonyoung you’d cuddle with during some nights (usually because he wanted you close by--he liked cuddling and you seemed happy to let him snuggle in), but the others... Jeonghan had kept an eye on and an ear open for any concerns. Joshua had outright told him that he was worried you might change your mind about staying--something he and Seungcheol had talked about one night.

Which Jeonghan understood. Seungcheol had told him you wondered if there were other people out there. Jeonghan had questioned it, too, before Seungcheol told him that he hadn’t seen anyone else. He wanted to leave, too. That was before they found Joshua. Truth be told, Jeonghan still wanted to go--only when it was getting too late for him to think straight. He’d made peace with that urge long ago, yet it still scratched at the back of his mind, begging to be let back in.

Would you go with him if he asked? Jeonghan pushed the thought away. No point in thinking about things like that when he had a group to help care for, you included.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked quietly. “I know I can’t relate to being uncomfortable, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

He watched you breathe in slowly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He could practically see the way you were weighing your options: open up to Jeonghan, or shoulder the problems longer on your own. Is that why Seungcheol seemed so attached to you sometimes? Because you were a little like him? Even though the reasons differed, both of you seemed to carry the weight of your problems alone despite there being others there ready to help lighten the load.

“I dunno,” you finally said after a slow exhale. “It’s not that I don’t like being here with you all, it’s just...”

“Just?” Jeonghan prompted. You can tell me.

Another deep breath. “I just feel like I’m intruding on something. Chan and Hansol and Seungkwan always try to stick by me--Chan more than the others--but... I dunno. Sometimes it feels like I’m not fully 'one of you’ now. Especially since I couldn’t remember my name on my own.”

Jeonghan frowned. Jihoon had pointed out the pale gray lettering in the collar of your shirt that day--it felt right to say it to you. Maybe it was a mistake, but Jeonghan didn’t want you to go by a name that wasn’t fully yours longer than you had to. Everyone else had hated it--some more than others--and there had been relief in getting that key part of themself back. Was it wrong to tell it to you instead of letting you remember? Would you even remember without his prompting?

“It’s dumb,” you traced a finger through the small patch of dirt, “but... I think all of you are close enough already. Even Chan seems to be a part of the group more than I am, you know? Chan can go off with you or Hansol or whoever and fit right in. I’m just... here.”

“You don’t think we like you?”

“It’s not that--” You looked up. “I just don’t feel like I fit in. Sometimes you guys tell stories that I like listening to, but I can’t help but feel left out of a joke. I don’t want that to stop you guys from reminiscing, I just... I wish I knew how to make memories with you guys without feeling like I’m forcing myself where I don’t belong.”

Jeonghan had already begun formulating plans in his head. He wasn’t going to force the group together, but... Sometimes they’d get together for things. Maybe he could push the others to put something together, an open invitation for everyone to be a part of it. Just to be together as a group again. Hansol had that old projector that he liked to set up sometimes to watch old films with them--maybe Jeonghan could bring that up over dinner one day just to put the idea out there.

If you weren’t feeling like part of the group, then Jeonghan was sure he would fix that. If Seungcheol was right and the fourteen of you were all that’s left, you needed to stay together. Seungcheol had enough on his plate. Jeonghan could handle this.

He laid a hand over your own. “You do belong here if that’s where you want to be.” He looked you in the eyes, “Do you want to be here?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

“Then it’s okay,” he said. “You’re still new. Just give it a little more time.”

You smiled at him after a moment, more genuine than the nervous ones you’d given him before. “Thank you, Jeonghan. I feel a little better.”

“If you ever need to talk, you can talk to me,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

Jeonghan found Minghao working in a corner, painting a little tree onto the landscape. He sat down beside him, watching him work slowly but happily. Despite the fact that Minghao got along great with everyone else, the guy liked to have his moments alone--and Jeonghan had, admittedly, given him that. Minghao had been painting alone for the past hour, and Jeonghan would give him space again if that’s what he wanted.

“Minghao,” he said, voice soft enough to keep the conversation between them. Mingyu and Seokmin were working on dinner that day. “Do you remember when you used to guide us through meditation?”

He nodded, not looking up. “It’s been a few weeks.”

“Would you like to do it again?” Jeonghan watched as Minghao added a little red apple into the tree. “I think it really helped us before.”

“Did it?” He looked up just for a moment. “Some of you fell asleep.”

Soonyoung had, and so did Seungcheol. Admittedly the two that Jeonghan fully expected to last time--it was a few days before Chan’s one-month celebration and Seungcheol had been a bit tense about the whole thing, which meant Soonyoung was going to get tense because he wanted it to be good as well. Jeonghan knew the tension would come again in a week when your celebration was closer.

“Because it helped,” Jeonghan insisted. “If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. It looked like you enjoyed it last time.”

Minghao nodded along, brows furrowed slightly as he thought it over. “I’ll see if anyone’s interested.”

“Ask Mouse,” Jeonghan said. “They might be interested in meditation.”

Minghao nodded. “I will,” he said. “Did they say something?”

Jeonghan shook his head. “Just trying to make sure they’re included.”

A soft chuckle. An eye roll. Jeonghan almost definitely knew what he was thinking: team mom Jeonghan was back. He had a track record of doting on the other members and making sure they were being cared for.

“I’ll talk to them,” Minghao said after a moment. “I don’t know if they’ll be interested.”

Sure enough, you were. Jeonghan had agreed to be there when Minghao had gathered them in the church a few days later. While not everyone was partaking (a few of them were working on getting things prepared for dinner later, opting to prioritize prep-work over meditation), Jeonghan was happy with the turnout. The chairs had been stacked and put away, Jeonghan sitting in the back as he watched Minghao slowly weave in-between the different people lying on the floor--you included. Minghao stopped near you at one point, not pausing in his speech at all as he crouched down and gently moved you into a more comfortable position.

The air grew quieter for a moment. “Better?” Minghao whispered to you.

You merely nodded, and then Minghao continued on, calmly speaking in that same even tone of voice. He stepped over where he’d just positioned your arm a little further out without any sign of annoyance at his own decision, continuing to slowly walk between the different people. He paused as he looked at Jeonghan, giving a tiny nod to the others. It’s not too late to join them.

Jeonghan merely raised a hand to signal that he was fine. He didn’t need any meditation. You needed the group activity. Maybe Jeonghan could talk him into doing another yoga day sometime--that had been fun to watch last time. This worked, too, though. When Minghao’s back was turned, he saw the way you opened your eyes just for a moment--meeting gazes with Mingyu--and then smiled at him. It was something small, but it was a little connection that was being strengthened through shared experience. That was what Jeonghan had wanted.

Jeonghan noticed the way Seungkwan was about to head outside until he saw the scene before him. Minghao had given him a pointed look--everyone knew that he was going to do meditation today, and Seungkwan was one of the ones who hadn’t felt up to it. Jeonghan quickly rose to his feet, making his way to the edge of the room and gesturing for him to come over--avoiding anyone sprawled out a little too close to the walls. With an open hand, Jeonghan kept his arm outstretched for Seungkwan to make his way over, gently guiding him out of the church. He quietly shut the door behind him, standing out in the warm summer air with him for a moment.

Seungkwan had already been mid-apology when Jeonghan asked if he wanted to go for a walk with him. Just down to the river, where they could walk together for a bit. By the time they’d get back, Minghao’s meditation session would be over. So Seungkwan nodded, agreed, and walked a step behind him as the two went together for a while.

“Have you come up with anything new with Seokmin and Soonyoung?” Jeonghan asked at one point, hands tucked into his pants pockets. Sometimes the three came up with their own little songs and dances that they’d show off after bringing everyone together. It was nice and always a fun time.

Seungkwan looked up, humming in acknowledgement before thinking the question over. “There’s something we’ve been doing,” he admit.

“Jihoon’s still working on things,” he said. “I think Hansol has, too. Maybe we should have another music night.”

Seungkwan lit up at the suggestion. “Why now?”

“Why not?” Jeonghan continued along, hands still lazily hanging from his pockets with each slow step. “They’re fun. Jihoon’s comfortable showing Mouse his music, even though it’s not done.”

None of it ever is. Not the songs Hansol worked on in his spare time, not the songs the trio worked on: nothing was ever finished. Jeonghan had heard Jun mutter a lyric that he later heard from Minghao. When he asked, neither of them knew the song--they both said the same excuse that it was probably something they knew in their old life. They made things work, though: Soonyoung had been the one who proposed Jihoon share his songs with the others an eternity ago.

(”Maybe we might know part of it, if it’s a song someone else wrote...” )

It’d been a while, though, since the last one. Sure, they shared music with one another during Chan’s celebration, but before then... Jeonghan was sure that the last night they had dedicated to it was a week before Chan showed up.

Seungkwan hummed to himself softly as he thought, brows set in tight concentration as he weighed the options (to do or to not: the only options he had) against one another. When Jeonghan said he’d talk to Seungcheol about getting it set up, Seungkwan slowly nodded, as that must have helped tip his decision over.

“Okay,” he said. “But you have to help set up.”

Jeonghan laughed warmly, throwing an arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders. “I will,” he promised. “You just get the others together. We’ll figure out plans once I distract them.”

Seungkwan accepted that and, once the two returned to the now-finished meditation session, already went off to get Seokmin and Joshua to go find Jihoon. Jeonghan saw the way you lit up as you talked to Minghao about something, and he casually slipped into the conversation to see if maybe he could push you toward Minghao. If nothing came of it, then fine, but at least it meant that maybe the two of you would grow closer as people in general. He’d been talking about meditation and ways to find peace.

“Like with your paintings,” Jeonghan had casually said, an arm curling around you.

Minghao nodded. “Right. Painting helps, too.”

“Why don’t you show them your work?” Jeonghan gently nudged you forward. “Maybe they’ll take up painting, too...”

Minghao raised his brows, and Jeonghan was sure that if you hadn’t been watching him, he would have mouthed a ‘What are you doing?’ to him.

But you’d grown a little more excited, “Oh! I’d love to hear about them, actually,” you then grew a little more sheepish, most likely over remembering the fact that you and Minghao weren’t exactly the closest so far. “If... that’s okay, I mean.”

Jeonghan could see the way Minghao lit up, though, and he happily obliged. Which meant that you had that cute twinkle in your eyes again, and Jeonghan found himself smiling as the two of you went off--Minghao taking your hand as he guided you down into the passage leading back to the main room, just to secure you. He’d heard your happy giggle as you went, and he let out a quiet sigh.

As long as you were happy... then Jeonghan would be, too.

Music nights were common enough occurrences, for the most part. They already knew how to set up the church to make things look nice: the stage set with a microphone and the acoustic guitars, chairs lined up in rows (some of them with designated seats, as if it’s their own little VIP preserved seating, with those little plush animals to designate each person). Seokmin roped Mingyu and Jun into helping with making snacks for this, and Jeonghan can hear Joshua and Jihoon as they check over everything to make sure tonight will be ready. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was focused on the seating arrangements. Sure, they could sit anywhere... But he’d quietly picked up the tiger-striped hamster that’d been sitting in a chair next to a mouse, and set the otter from the end of the row next to it instead. He hadn’t noticed anything sparking between you and Minghao, but you and Chan...

Well. He left his rabbit plush on your other side. Just to ensure that you’d be able to enjoy yourself tonight, and to play wingman for Chan. The guy probably needed a little help considering how flustered he’d get with you.

People began to filter in once Seungkwan gave word that everything was prepared. There was a loose enough schedule for tonight, starting with Seungkwan performing something he’d been working on with Seokmin and Soonyoung, followed by either Jihoon or Hansol performing whatever they’d been writing lately. From there, they’d play it by ear: plenty of the others had things to share. Dances they’d choreographed, songs they’d grown better at playing... And Jeonghan would stand by, watching as people took their seats. He noticed the way Chan lit up upon realizing he’d be next to you, and he’d already warmly greeted you with that love-struck look on his face that everyone else seemed to notice except you.

Jeonghan settled in on the other side of you, and didn’t fail to notice the tiny way you shifted a little closer to him. He chalked it up to the fact you seemed to be drifting toward him a lot more lately, probably because he’d been trying to include you in things more. It was a guaranteed space where you felt loved and appreciated. That was all he’d let it be, at least.

Wonwoo had been asked to essentially emcee the beginning of the night, and he’d been the one to introduce Soon-Seok-Seung (which... in Jeonghan’s opinion, still felt off, but maybe a smidge better than the previous ‘Soon-Seok-Kwan’) in a song they’d been working on. Which made Jeonghan realize something: you, despite hearing Jihoon and Joshua sing, had no idea how talented all of them were. Music was something that unified all of them, and Jeonghan wasn’t afraid to say that all of them were pretty talented at it.

“Are you going to do something?” He’d whispered to you as Chan went to prepare for his own performance.

You shook your head. “I don’t think I’m as good as you guys.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, and when you nodded, he decided he wouldn’t push. “That’s fine,” he said. “You can stay here and enjoy the others’ performances with me, then.”

Of course, this wouldn’t ring true for too long. Once the night devolved into singing other songs they’d found on records and whatnot, Joshua had pulled him into a duet. Jeonghan had tried to dodge it--he’d already told you he’d stay with you, after all--but Joshua had taunted him a bit and it’d been enough to get him up to sing. He’d do one song and then go back to you (although now that he saw the way Chan was holding your hand, the two of you happily snuggled together... maybe he’d stay up a little longer).

He kicked himself a little for noticing the way you lit up when you heard him sing, and for the way it made his heart flutter a little. He already liked you from the first day you came, but this only endeared you to him further. But if anyone asked if he felt anything over the fact that Chan was so lovingly holding onto you, he’d deny it. Not while Chan clearly felt something for you. Not while other people did, too.

Instead, he settled for pulling you into the next group song that they’d begun singing at the top of their lungs. Although your voice was far quieter than the others, he could hear you underneath the cacophony of chaos around him. Every lowly sung syllable hit his ears, alongside the warm sound of your laughter at the others dancing goofily, throwing themselves fully into enjoying this song. Soonyoung had turned, seeing you, and Jeonghan recognized the twinkle in his eyes.

So with a light shove, he pushed you toward Soonyoung, who’d extended a hand to you. You’d shot him a look over your shoulder, but Soonyoung happily swept you away into dancing with him instead. The way you laughed would stick with Jeonghan for the rest of the night, leaving him with a warm sense of joy over another job well done. You’d fallen asleep in Soonyoung’s arms that night, giggling as he and Seokmin continued to pepper kisses onto your skin, saying something about teaching you one of their dances sometimes.

When Jeonghan woke up the next morning, he realized how much you looked like you belonged there. You always did, in his eyes, but now... It truly felt like you were one of them in every way, happily curled up and completely at peace in a way he hadn’t seen before. You were finding your home with them.

Jeonghan smiled to himself at the thought.

A few days later, Jeonghan had called out to you as you lounged around the common area, a book you’d borrowed from Wonwoo in your hands. You held it to your chest as you made your way over to where he was packing wrapped meals into a bag alongside Jun and Joshua, and he’d already begun to fill you in: the three of them were going on a little picnic outside today. The weather wasn’t too hot, and they’d been wanting to go out for a while now...

“Do you want to join us?” He asked. He nodded toward the other two, “It was their idea.”

(Jeonghan, unfortunately, did not notice the look Jun and Joshua shared behind his back--which said to you that Jeonghan had just outright lied to you.)

“Are you sure?” You glanced over to Joshua, who’d continued to pack extra food into the bag. “I don’t want to bother you guys--”

“You aren’t!” Jun piped up immediately, making his way over. “We’d be glad to have you, if you want to come.”

With the extra support, you agreed to come along. The blanket had been handed to you to carry along, and you followed along behind them as they talked casually. Joshua and Jun seemed to head the charge, while Jeonghan lingered behind, just to stay in step with you. He’d waved casually enough to Soonyoung, who had lit up with realization that the five of you were going off for some sort of picnic, and darted off while calling out to Jihoon. Maybe you should have realized then and there that this wasn’t going to be limited to the four of you. While Joshua had found a cozy place for the four of you to eat, it’d barely been maybe twenty minutes at the most before you heard Soonyoung yelling for you all.

And where there was Soonyoung, there was the rest of the group. He’d found you five with ease and took off running, carrying a bag and a blanket in his own arms.

“What if we wanted to come?!” He huffed at Jeonghan more than Joshua or Jun, who’d giggled at how pouty the man had become.

Jeonghan had smiled, shoulder bumping against yours as he shifted into a more comfortable sitting position. “We didn’t say you couldn’t--”

“You didn’t tell us where you were going,” Chan whined as he made his way over, already taking up the empty space next to you. “That makes it look like you guys wanted to be alone.”

Jeonghan had rolled his eyes, making a comment that they found you all, didn’t they? Soon enough, everyone had joined all of you, blankets spread out and the conversation flying as you all ate yet another meal together. It was something you truly began to appreciate during your time living with them: breakfast and dinner together always felt like a way to center you all. It brought you all together, and it reminded you that you were cared for. Even now, Jun casually fed you a piece of fruit when he saw you eyeing it in the spread he’d set out, too far for you to reach casually since it was settled between himself and Joshua. There were plenty of dinners where he did the same for you, or he served you extra rice to make sure you were eating well... It was sweet to see. Jeonghan would wordlessly move the fruit closer to you after a moment, continuing on in his conversation without a care.

Eventually, the remnants of this meal was set aside to be carried back in when all of you decided to head in for the day. While you had been happy to sit with Jeonghan on your picnic blanket, the others had brought along other things to do. Mingyu had pulled out a ball to kick around with the others, already bringing up a game they must have played before you came--which had fired up Seungkwan immediately when he claimed that the last victory was a fluke. You watched as part of the group broke off and into two teams, taking the ball off to a more spacious area to hopefully avoid disrupting the rest of you. Wonwoo had decided to pass on the game this time, though (although not without Mingyu pouting at him for abandoning their team). You had pulled out the book that Wonwoo had given you, and you noticed the subtle way his eyes lit up with joy when he saw you’d brought it along, and he made a small comment that you should tell him how you like it eventually.

Jeonghan had been watching Seungcheol with the others when he spoke up a while later, mind seemingly elsewhere this entire time. “You know,” he said, “we almost left this once.”

You turned to him. “You... almost left?”

As if on cue, Joshua had been making his way over to rest for a few minutes, settling in on the other side of you. “Yeah,” he said. “Before Jun came, actually. It was... a really, really big fight we had with Seungcheol.”

Jeonghan nodded along, not quite looking at you past a tiny glance before he continued to watch Seungcheol. “When I first woke up here, Seungcheol hated how I kept asking questions all the time. He’d already accepted a lot of things as fact. But I didn’t know them, so I would ask.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And when I asked him why we don’t move on, he asked me why we should leave when we have everything here? And... I thought he was right.”

“And then I came along,” Joshua said, “and I asked a lot of the same questions--even after I saw Jeonghan end up with a fever because he’d asked too many. Whenever Cheol wasn’t around, we’d keep talking about things. Wondering what else was out there, why we’re staying here when there could be people out there.”

Jeonghan continued the story from there, “We agreed on a lot of it. And one day, I think we were both tired of never getting answers. So I looked at him, and I said, ‘Shua, let’s leave together.’ And he looked at me, and said ‘Jeonghan, let’s leave.’“

Even recounting the story now... Jeonghan felt an odd sense of familiarity with those words. As though they weren’t exact, but they were close enough to invoke a feeling that had long since been sleeping in his soul.

“So why didn’t you?” You leaned forward a little, trying to gauge anything from his face.

And with uncanny timing, Jeonghan and Joshua spoke together: “Cheol.”

Joshua shifted in his spot. “We went to Cheol, and we told him we were going to leave. And... I don’t remember who started crying first. It was one of us,” he leaned to where he could see Jeonghan, “because Cheol didn’t cry until after--although he definitely looked like he was going to at any moment--”

“It was me,” Jeonghan openly admitted, voice a little softer while did so. Not out of shame, from what you could tell. Jeonghan never seemed ashamed of his emotions. “But you cried after I broke.”

“Neither of us wanted to leave, but... I don’t know. We kept questioning it, and it felt like we were trapped here without real answers.” Joshua’s gaze settled on Seungcheol, who’d nearly run into Mingyu while chasing the ball. “And then Seungcheol started crying because we were all he had.”

“We were all any of us had,” Jeonghan tugged at the grass, pulling up loose strands. “But if I had left with Shua, then he wouldn’t have had anyone. He opened up to us after that, actually. He tried to leave a few times before I came along. He’d pack a bag, and walk, and eventually end up coming back here in the end because it was the safer place to be.” He looked up, “So when he kept saying he didn’t think anyone was out there... He meant it.”

“Would you leave?” You asked, curling up a little tighter in your spot. “Now, I mean.”

Joshua didn’t hesitate, “No. You’ve never seen the city, Mouse. I think we’re really all that’s left now.”

And Jeonghan said nothing, only nodding along as he didn’t meet your eyes.

Joshua popped up from his spot. “You wanna play?” He nodded, offering a hand to you. “I think I’m gonna join back in.”

You shook your head. “I’m happy here with Hannie,” you said. “But thanks, Shua.”

“Keep this stuff to yourself, by the way,” Joshua said as he stretched in place. “We’ve never really told the others about it. We didn’t want anyone to think we’d take off one day.”

With the secured promise that you wouldn’t tell, Joshua ruffled your hair and returned to the game, running in to try and steal the ball from someone else. Jeonghan, however, remained quiet. You turned, watching him as he merely continued to watch the game, his gaze always returning to Seungcheol. And now with Joshua back in, he’d glance his way sometime, too, and linger a little too long...

“Jeonghan?” You said quietly, and he looked up with a hum. “Would... you leave?”

He shook his head. “This is home,” he said. “I don’t think I could leave it for anything now. Like Joshua said... If you’d seen the city, you’d know.”

“Then... Can I?”

“No.” He paused, realizing how harsh he had sounded with that serious edge to his voice. “Not now, I mean. Maybe next time Seungcheol takes some of us to scavenge. It’s okay,” he said, sliding a little closer to you. “Chan hasn’t seen it, either, and I think Hansol hasn’t, too... It’s a hard truth to swallow. You should enjoy not knowing while you can.”

“But I want to see it,” you frowned. “I just... I need to see it for myself.”

Ignorance is bliss, Jeonghan wanted to tell you. But he didn’t, because he knew the truth: ignorance was something that could swallow a person whole after a while. It was something that made you turn to someone you love wholeheartedly, and say Let’s leave together. Those words still rung in his head even now, the weight of them and a decision that wasn’t seen through resting on his shoulders. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he and Joshua had just... left. Would they have come back? Would Seungcheol even accept them back if they did? Or would the betrayal have been too much for even him, so determined to keep this group of people banded together that he took on his position in a direct attempt to make things easier for the rest?

Even weirder, those words haunted his dreams in this strange sense that he had said something similar to them. Had he? Jeonghan was sure that he said those exact words to Joshua, too. Maybe that was why they were so close now, soulmates of a different variety but soulmates nonetheless. They must have met in a past life and come together again, as if drawn to one another.

If Joshua was a soulmate to him, then Jeonghan felt as though he had more than one. Call it him being sentimental for the twelve--now thirteen, with you--people that he lived with, but sometimes he felt as though life brought them all together for a reason. There had to be a reason why they all seemed to fit together in this puzzle, as though they were always meant to be with each other. Jeonghan wondered where you fit in. He still felt complete with you there, yet it felt... different. Seeing you for the first time was a far different feeling than when he found Chan. There was no subtle sense of recognition that he felt in his soul, just.. peace. He felt at peace when you came. How peculiar.

“Mouse?” Jeonghan said quietly, waiting until you turned to him again. “Please... don’t leave us.”

It was vulnerable in a way you didn’t expect, based on the way that you looked at him--all wide-eyed and brows raising at his words. Yet you reached over, resting your hand over his, curling your fingers around it. That, too, made him feel at peace.

“I won’t.”

Jeonghan found himself drifting. Not in the sense that he used to, back before even Jun had joined the group. He was drifting closer to you, as if there were this invisible pull that always brought him to you even when he was wandering aimlessly. Sometimes he wondered if the two of you were tied together with a little red string that neither of you could see, always bringing you to one another. At first, Jeonghan thought it was his own worries that made him find you and try to pull you into the group. Now, he was sure it was becoming something else: something he wasn’t quite ready to face. Something he was less willing to name, too...

So he turned his attention to the fact that this was well into your third week of living with them. Next week meant hard work to get everything ready to celebrate you coming into their lives. Which, in Jeonghan’s eyes, meant that now was the time to take things a little easier. The weather was hot outside, and that meant it was the perfect time to not push themselves, but enjoy life a little more. He woke up early just to greet Seungcheol, wordlessly setting a cup of tea before him with one of those little cherry desserts Seokmin had made the day before.

“What?” Seungcheol looked up, already knowing that Jeonghan wanted something. This was the way most people tried to butter Seungcheol up, after all... because Jeonghan had started it.

He merely smiled, resting his head in one hand. “You’ve been stressed lately.”

“Just ask already.”

Where was the fun in that? Jeonghan chuckled, “I was thinking that we could take today and go to the lake together. As a family.”

It earned a tiny snort from Seungcheol: while they were a family, Seungcheol knew as anyone else did that throwing it around now was just meant to sway him further. “Jeonghan...”

“Just one day,” he pushed. “All of us deserve a day off. We can always afford it, you know.”

Seungcheol wiped away crumbs from the corner of his mouth, chewing slowly as he thought it over. Then he met Jeonghan’s eyes again. “You’re still worried about Mouse.”

Well, shit, that was... too spot-on.

“You shouldn’t be,” he said, looking back to the little dessert in his hand. “You’ve already done a lot for them.” Then he paused, gaze lifting to meet Jeonghan’s, “Unless... they said something to you?”

“A few weeks ago they said--”

“I meant recently.”

Jeonghan frowned. Couldn’t he just dote on you without it being this big thing? He always doted on people. Why would you be any different? “I just want to make sure they feel included here. They were right: people tend to pair off neatly. Chan always keeps them involved, but what about the rest of us?”

“We’ve been getting better about it,” Seungcheol said. “Are you worried about them not staying? They already made their decision.”

“I know, but...” He sighed. “I did the same, and Joshua and I almost--”

“They’re different,” Seungcheol interrupted. “Jeonghan. You can be honest with me.” He set aside the remaining piece of the dessert, fully turning to face his friend. “I’ve seen the way you look at them sometimes,” he lowered his voice, “as more than a friend.”

Jeonghan swore his mouth went dry within seconds. Shit. “I don’t feel that way about them,” he lied. “I just want them to be happy here--”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Seungcheol stood up, picking up the empty cup and plate. “You should be honest with yourself.”

“I am,” Jeonghan followed after him. “I love them like I love everyone else.” That was his job, in a way. Seungcheol was the leader of this group, Jeonghan was the heart. Joshua was a balance of them both. The three of them worked together to help lead--the same way Soonyoung and Jihoon could step up without hesitation when they needed to. Jeonghan always saw his job as being the one who openly loved and embraced people now, just to help things feel more like home.

Seungcheol looked up. “You pushed them toward Minghao when he brought everyone willing into a meditation session. And you did it again with Soonyoung, when he invited them to dance during our music night. You practically shoved them toward him,” he crossed his arms. “If you’re falling in love with them, then accept it, because I think they’re starting to fall for you, too.”

“They aren’t.”

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head as he walked past. “If you’re going to reject them because you don’t feel the same, then do that. But don’t lie to yourself and pretend you don’t feel anything for them.” He paused for a moment, looking back, “start getting our bags ready. I’ll come help once I tell the others where we’re going.”

Jeonghan lit up with joy, planting a tiny kiss against his friend’s cheek before taking off--laughing at when Seungcheol groaned and told him to knock it off with the affection right after when he got his way (a teasing statement, surely: Jeonghan wasn’t afraid of skinship with Seungcheol in the slightest). Seungcheol eventually joined him alongside the others, filling bags with spare clothes and everything they would need to go off for a day and enjoy the lake. He smiled to himself when he saw you with Chan, packing your own bag as he excitedly talked about the last time they took a trip out to the lake. He’d been dunked under the water that time... a few times too many... but it was still a nice trip he’d enjoyed. He’d already warned you that some people would get competitive, since he already saw that Soonyoung was packing a ball to toss around.

If you’re falling in love with them, accept it. Jeonghan stopped what he was doing, repeating the words again and again. Was he falling in love with you? It was one thing to think that you would ever fall for him when he merely showered you in affection to make you feel more at home... But what about him? He liked you. He knew that he did. But love? Could he even love a person after knowing them for a few weeks? Maybe that was the part that made him hesitate so much. He felt a sense of love for you, but that was entirely different from capital-L Love. There was something different in what he felt for you, sure, but...

The thought hung with him far longer than he meant for it to. Jeonghan wasn’t jealous. Except... he felt something when Soonyoung threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in tight on the walk to the lake. He felt that same annoyed something when Joshua looked him in the eyes and pressed a lingering kiss into your hair, smiling at him knowingly. He felt it again and again when Mingyu was too affectionate, when Chan held your hand...

Oh. Fuck. Jeonghan shut his eyes, head falling back lightly against the tree he’d been sitting against. “You might be right.”

Seungcheol hummed, looking up. “About?”

“You know what.”

And then he let out a soft chuckle. “I know.”

The day of your celebration arrived quicker than he expected, and Jeonghan felt... antsier than he usually did on these days. There was always this shared sense of anticipation when these days came, this nervous energy filling the room as they prepared to celebrate either the decision to stay, or the decision to keep staying. When he hit his two year mark, postponing the celebration the same as Seungcheol did so that they could celebrate it with Joshua... he remembered staring at himself with this realization that this was it for him. That the day he and Joshua looked at each other and decided to leave was long since gone. Sometimes he felt this tiny desire to go out and look for real, to know for sure that they were the only ones left in the world, but he’d learned to live with it. Maybe one day, if things changed, they’d all leave together. The idea of leaving (whether that be alone or with Joshua or with you, if you would have him...) lost its appeal over time. This, Jeonghan had decided, was home. The people here were home.

You, too, were home. Jeonghan had become certain of that over the past few weeks. Seungcheol had said as much in his usual speech, too.

The celebration slipped through the night like sand through Jeonghan’s fingers, gone all too soon. He’d committed the lines of your face into his memory, the way you smiled, the sound of your laughter... Every evidence of joy, Jeonghan wanted to remember. Even though he, like everyone else, didn’t remember what came before all of this... He could still make new memories. He could memorize the way the light danced in your eyes, the way the last rays of sunlight kissed your skin as it peeked through the curtains. The way his lips lingered on your cheek as he planted a kiss onto you, the same as everyone else did, for what felt like a few seconds too long. He’d commit the warm way his chest felt like it was glowing to memory, too: that was because of you. That much he was certain of. Who else had come along and made him feel like he was filled with sunlight so easily?

With almost everyone in bed, Jeonghan found himself enjoying the quiet that often followed big nights like these. He’d made himself a cup of tea, already making mental notes of who he would have to check on come morning. Chan had drank a lot alongside you tonight, so that already marked down two, and he was pretty sure Seokmin and Soonyoung did, too (Soonyoung was the one who kept leaning forward to kiss your cheek, even happier to do so once he was met with your happy giggles)... He was sure that he’d end up on clean-up duty with Seungcheol and Jihoon to get a head start on sweeping up petals and scrubbing at dried paint, while the others slept in a bit more before getting some sort of breakfast together.

“Hannie?”

He looked up from where he’d been standing in the kitchen, right in front of the sink so he could wash his mug and go straight to bed, to see you lingering in the doorway. You looked exhausted, and he felt his heart soften at the sight of you.

“You’re still up,” you rubbed at your eyes, mindful of the streaks of paint on your skin--a result of the others breaking out the paints alongside markers. Slowly, you made your way over to him, stopping just a few steps away. “Are you okay?”

The slight slur to your voice only made him worry a little. Had you gotten back up because he wasn’t in bed yet...? “I’m okay,” he said. “I thought you were going to cuddle with Seokmin--”

“Why do you do that?” You cut him off there, brows drawing together. “Why... Why do you keep pushing me away and toward Channie and the others?”

That was... one way to put it, maybe. “I’m not pushing you away--”

“You are!” You frowned, and then repeated a quieter “You are... I don’t understand what I did to make you not like me.”

“I do like you.” He set aside his mug, taking the few small steps he needed to be in front of you. Jeonghan gently took your face into his hands, your eyes snapping up to meet his, “Mouse... I care about everyone here. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t.”

“So why,” you curled your fingers around his hands to pull them from your face, yet you didn’t let go, “don’t you want me around? I wanna... I wanna be around you, Hannie. Just you sometimes.” You squeezed his hands. “I... I think I love you...”

“You don’t love me like that,” he said quietly, “it’s okay, Mouse--”

In a rash moment of needing to prove him wrong, you leaned in, kissing him without a second thought. Jeonghan didn’t think at first, either, as he kissed you back as his soul had been so deeply craving to do so, eyes fluttering shut. Yet reason kicked in quickly, and he realized you weren’t sober right now. He pushed you back by the shoulders, hands lingering there as he searched for the right words to say. He saw the way your confidence seemed to dwindle down and extinguish out, leaving a smoky version of the you he loved in its place.

“We can’t,” was what he said. Not like this refused to go past his tongue, uncertainty squeezing in his chest. Did you even want to actually kiss him? Or were you just drunk and affectionate in the way Soonyoung was? Why couldn’t he just... believe that you loved him as much as he wanted to?

Your eyes began to water, and your name died on his lips as you pulled away, already babbling off an apology for bothering him. Although you tried to get away, Jeonghan stopped you.

“It’s okay,” he tried to say, hand loosely curled around your wrist, “you don’t need to apologize--”

All at once, the dam broke, and you began to cry more. Your words were muffled as you buried your face in your hands, but Jeonghan could make out the apologies you kept spilling, saying something about how you loved everyone there but you had started loving him more. That kissing him was bad and you hoped he didn’t hate you...

“Jeonghan?” Seungcheol called out as he came in, fully awake in a way that made Jeonghan’s heart lurch. Shit, was he listening? Did he see what happened? His gaze flitted over to check on you, and then he met Jeonghan’s eyes again, “Are they okay? What happened?”

Jeonghan wasn’t sure what to say. “They’re just overwhelmed,” he lied, trying to spare you any embarrassment. “I think they drank too much.”

It was clear on Seungcheol’s face that he didn’t believe any of it. “I’ll get them to bed,” he said, “and then we can talk. Alright?”

Jeonghan sighed, nodding as he leaned back against the counter. He watched as Seungcheol gently wrapped an arm around you, speaking in a low voice about how Seokmin was still waiting for you--and that he could help cheer you up. He played into the lie, though, saying not to worry about chores come morning, that you could sleep in with the others who drank a little too much, too. The room fell silent soon enough, and Jeonghan shut his eyes. When did all of this become so complicated? He felt like other people would be upset or mad that you had impulsively kissed him like that, yet... Jeonghan couldn’t be angry with you. Not when he grew weak and kissed you back because loving you and being loved in return was the one thing he wanted more than anything else.

The quiet footsteps signaled Seungcheol’s return, and Jeonghan lifted his head to watch his friend as he grew closer with each step.

“Joshua and Seokmin are taking care of them,” he said, slowing to a stop a few steps away. “I told them the lie you told me.”

Jeonghan let out a sigh. “I can’t get anything past you.”

“You can,” a tiny smile tugged at the corners of Seungcheol’s mouth, “just not this.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, “So? You can talk to me.”

Normally, Jeonghan might try to weasel his way out of these conversations. Seungcheol dealt with enough as it was, and he wasn’t fond of adding onto that weight. But he merely looked up. “They kissed me. And I pushed them away because they’re drunk.” After kissing them back, a voice piped up in the back of his head, you greedy--

“But that’s not all,” Seungcheol spoke up, drowning out that little voice before it could go any further. “Jeonghan, I... I didn’t hear everything they said. If something’s wrong, I need to know.”

“They said that I keep pushing them away,” Jeonghan hugged himself. “And that they think I don’t like them.”

“But you do.” Seungcheol let out a quiet sigh. “Jeonghan--”

“They’re not wrong,” he said. “I have been pushing them toward other people because I do like them. If I stop spending so much time with them, these feelings will go away.”

“Do you want them to?”

Jeonghan decided enough was enough. He turned, fully facing Seungcheol. “Tell me you’ll be okay.”

“What?”

“I know how you feel about them,” Jeonghan said. “The reason I’ve been trying to push them away is because I feel like I’ll betray you if I actually let something happen between us. You love them, Cheol. So do I. So does Chan, and I think Joshua and Hansol do, a little, too.” He curled his fingers into his arm, digging them in to ground himself. “The others I know will be okay, because we’ve talked. But will you actually be okay, or are you going to just say it because you always put the rest of us first?”

Seungcheol said nothing as he watched Jeonghan, brows drawing together as his words sank in. “Jeonghan--”

“If you say no, I’ll wait until we’re all ready to take this step.” Jeonghan took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “This isn’t just something that affects them and I. It affects all of us. Things are going to change,” he drifted a step back, bumping into the counter as he leaned against it once more. “So I want to know everyone’s ready to deal with that.”

Seungcheol slowly nodded after a moment. “Jeonghan...” His eyes met Jeonghan’s a moment later. “I wouldn’t stop you--”

“That isn’t what I want to know.” Because I know that, Jeonghan watched him for a moment. I know you’d never stop any of us.

Another slow nod. “I promise,” he said in a low voice, just to keep it between the two of them, “I’ll be okay.” His voice returned to its normal volume a second later, “We’re all adults here. I want them to be happy. If they’re with you, then I know they will be.”

Jeonghan chuckled warmly at the thought. “Just with me?”

“You know that I mean,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “Really... Sometimes I feel like we’re immature about these things.”

Jeonghan shook his head. “I just needed to hear you say it.” If he heard Seungcheol say it, then he could fully let himself believe it. He could then finally let go and let himself fall fully, embracing the sweetness of a love reciprocated with everything he had.

“So...” Seungcheol grew closer, his shoulder almost bumping into Jeonghan’s now. “You fell for them.”

He nodded. “At first I just liked stealing them away to have a napping buddy during chores, but... I don’t know. They’re sweet,” he shrugged, “and at some point, I realized I was falling for them.”

“Is that why you pushed them away?” Seungcheol watched him. “Or were you trying to matchmake them with Chan?”

Another warm laugh bubbled up from Jeonghan. “Both. Before Minghao organized the meditation session, I actually pushed them toward Chan. But it’s a little obvious they only see him as a friend.”

Seungcheol nodded along. “And you said you talked to him?”

“He got mad and said he’s an adult who can handle this kind of thing,” Jeonghan said. “And maybe that if I didn’t treat them right, then he was going to try and steal them.”

“That’s true of all of us,” his shoulder bumped against Jeonghan’s, the two chuckling at the thought. “Do you think... in another life... we’d even be having this discussion?”

Jeonghan lifted his gaze to meet Seungcheol’s, brows furrowing as he mulled over his words for a moment. “What?”

Seungcheol opened his mouth to speak again, but stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not. Talk to me.”

Seungcheol pushed off. “Maybe another time,” he said, walking off, only to stop and look back to Jeonghan. “Take care of them,” he said, “I know you will, but... I just need to hear you say it.”

Jeonghan smiled a little. “I will,” he promised.

Whether you were avoiding Jeonghan or if Jeonghan was avoiding you, you weren’t sure anymore. For the past few days, you’d been trying to avoid him. The morning after your celebration, you woke up with a killer headache and the sickening memory of the fact you’d kissed Jeonghan. When you tried to apologize to him, he merely ruffled your hair and said that it was fine before making sure you were feeling alright. The laid back nature of that talk was enough to make you decide to keep to yourself, your worries that he was hiding how he felt were running rampant. When you tried to ask Seungcheol about it, he merely told you to give Jeonghan a little space--only confirming the idea that you fucked up, to be honest--and talk to him about how you felt when you felt the time was right.

“I just don’t want to ruin things between us,” you told Chan one day, long after chores were done, while you were resting on your stomach as you watched him search through the games that were downstairs. Seungkwan and Hansol would join the two of you soon enough, but you’d rather keep this conversation between you and Chan. You already knew what they’d say: Hansol would tell you that you should talk to Jeonghan about how you felt, and Seungkwan would call you silly for worrying so much.

“You won’t.”

“But how do you know that?” You sat up, pouting at him. Yet when Chan didn’t meet your eyes, realization struck. “Wait. He said something?”

He turned, wide-eyed that you’d guessed. “No--”

“Channie,” you got up, making your way over to sit next to him. “Is he mad at me? Just tell me if he’s mad at me. I’ll apologize again if he is--”

“He’s not mad at you.”

Despite the relief that statement brought you, you still felt as though something was off. You watched as Chan looked through the games again, although it felt like he wasn’t quiet looking now that you were seeing him closer. Like he was just distracting himself. “... Channie?”

“I...” He paused, and then turned to you. “I like you.” He said quietly. “And I know you don’t like me the same way. But I do, and I still want to be your friend,” he paused for a second, gauging your reaction, “so if that changes your mind about hanging out today, then that’s okay.” He paused, “I just... I wanted to tell you for once.”

Your gaze softened. “Oh. Chan...” You reached for his hands, taking a deep breath as you let everything sink in. “Thank you for telling me. I... I’m sorry I don’t feel the same way, but I do love having you as my best friend.”

That made his eyes light up. “Your... best friend?”

“Yeah!” You beamed, squeezing his hands. “You’re my best friend here, Channie. You’ve been here for me since the beginning. I really do appreciate you being honest with me, and... and if you need time to deal with this, then that’s okay. You can just tell me when. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re my best friend and that I still love you.”

His eyes were twinkling, and he turned away for a moment, “Really... I didn’t think you’d be so...” He trailed off, “but I still love you, too. I’m glad you’re my best friend, too.”

The two of you grew closer as Chan wrapped you in his arms, squeezing tight. You smiled, hugging him back happily. If he needed the time to get over his crush on you, you could give him that as long as it still meant he’d be your friend in the end.

“Am... I interrupting something?” Joshua called out from the entrance to the room. “I can go if I am--”

“No!” Chan called out, pulling away from you. “No, we’re just--We talked. It’s nothing serious, just--” His cheeks were growing redder. “Do you need something?”

“Hansol said you guys were going to play games,” he made his way over. “Have you picked one yet?”

Chan shook his head. “We got distracted talking...”

“Great!” Joshua sat down. “There’s actually this card game I wanted to show you.” He turned to you, “Mouse, can you go get the deck from upstairs? Seungkwan likes it more.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

Joshua gestured vaguely in the shape of a stacked deck of cards, “There’s this cute deck of cards that’s upstairs. We brought it back from our last trip into the city. They’ve got flowers on one side and the stripes on the other with the suit and numbers and stuff. I wanna use that deck,” he said. “Please?”

Chan looked between the two of you. “Um... I can go get it--”

“Mouse needs to know what it looks like,” Joshua pushed a little more, “in case we ever lose it. Just so they know what we’d be looking for.”

“You aren’t making any sense--”

You stood up anyway. “It’s with the other games, right?”

Joshua lit up immediately. “Yes! You can’t miss it. It’ll stand out, trust me.”

Although you swore you heard the sound of Joshua smacking Chan’s arm as you walked away, you continued on your little quest without much thought. The trek from the room you’d been in up to the church wasn’t too bad, although you’d always hate scaling the ladder into the attic. Was it really so vital that you get this one deck of cards? There were a few downstairs, and you thought that deck was down there anyway because Seokmin had used it for a game with a few of the others--you included. But maybe there was a second one you weren’t aware of.

The moment you could see into the attic, you realized what Joshua had been doing. “Jeonghan?”

He made his way to you quickly, helping you into the attic. “Hi.”

“I was supposed to--”

“That was a lie,” Jeonghan said quickly. “Joshua said he’d find a way to get you up here.” He took a few steps back, not bothering to try and hide the dinner that was sitting on a blanket he’d spread out on the floor. “Can we talk?”

You nodded, although you looked down at everything he’d spread out. “How did you--”

“Shua.” Jeonghan slowly sat down, patting the empty spot near him. “He helped with all of this, actually. I asked him to.”

After a moment of hesitation, you sat down and faced him. One way or another, the two of you hadn’t spoken all that much in the past few days... and now Jeonghan had prepared dinner for the two of you, likely to have alone. You might not have seen through Joshua’s not-so-subtle ruse to get you up here until now that you were thinking about it more, but you were definitely able to put two and two together now that the only person you needed to focus on was Jeonghan.

“So you...?”

“I love you.” He said it out loud, unafraid to finally let himself say it. How long had he fought against it? How many times had he pushed it away while trying to think of your own happiness by pushing you toward everyone else...? “And I denied it because I thought you’d be happier with someone else. I’m not sorry that I pushed you away that night, but I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner.”

Truthfully, you couldn’t blame him for pushing you away: you were drunk. Even though you wanted to kiss him now... You didn’t like the idea that your first kiss with him was like that. “Jeonghan... I’m sorry I kissed you.”

“You were drunk,” he said, “you weren’t thinking. And... I kissed you back at first, too.”

“That’s still not an excuse,” you quickly said. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have done it--”

Jeonghan nodded. “Right. So let’s let it be in the past now,” he said. “And... Talk about us and what comes next.”

What comes next... The idea made your face grow warmer, heart beating a little quicker than before. Jeonghan wanted something to come next, and so did you... That meant a lot to hear out loud, to be honest. “So.. You love me?”

He nodded. “I... I think I do. At first, I thought I just wanted to help you feel more included here. I wanted you to be happy. And... I don’t know--I think I realized it at some point and decided that your happiness came first in more ways than usual.”

“Do you normally put everyone else first?” You frowned a little. You understood it would happen sometimes but...

He sheepishly nodded. “I’m used to it. Seungcheol and Joshua do it, too. We watch over everyone together. That’s... That’s our role, I think.”

“So....” You toyed with a loose string on your sleeve, not quite meeting his gaze now. “You were pushing me toward other people?”

Another nod, although he seemed a little more factual this time around. Like it was something he just needed to admit and move past. “I was. I decided I would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant watching you love someone else.”

“Was I not obvious enough?” You asked quietly. “I mean... I always ran off with you whenever you asked. I spent a lot of time with you--I went to everything that you arranged because you were involved.”

“Not for the others?” He raised a brow.

“For them, too,” you said. “I just... I knew you were doing it for me. So I’d go and be a part of things so that your effort wasn’t wasted. I liked being a part of the group, but I liked seeing you happy.”

“Well...” Jeonghan shifted so that he’d be sitting a little closer to you. “Then that’s something we have in common,” he smiled. “I like seeing you happy, too.”

You had a feeling you knew what was coming next. So you moved a little closer. “Hannie?” You felt your face grow warmer. “Can... Can we have a do-over on that whole ‘first kiss’ thing?”

He chuckled warmly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “So you want to kiss me again?”

“You’re such a dork,” you sighed blissfully, “yes, I want to kiss your stupidly handsome face again. For real this time.”

He chuckled. “As you wish.”

Jeonghan leaned in, letting you close that distance between the two of you as your lips captured his in a gentle kiss. The first time you kissed him, it had been impulsive, and something he’d leaned into out of a need to be closer to you. Yet this time that need was far softer, far gentler than it had been before. It was as though letting himself love you wholeheartedly made him feel safer in taking things slower, in kissing you far gentler the way he thought all first kisses with someone so beloved to him should be (not that there was anyone else on the same level as you). He cupped your face, eyes fluttering shut as he felt you smile into this kiss.

When he drew back, he saw the way your confidence seemed to burn brighter in you. You pulled him back in for another quick kiss, as if it was your way of having the last word. He’d let you have it this time (but next time? He’d fight a little more, just to leave you breathless and to tease you further). This time, he just wanted to admire you, hand still cupping your face as he ran his thumb along your cheek.

“Things are going to change between all of us,” he said gently. “Are you ready for that?”

You thought, for a moment, that hearing it would have brought this sense of dread. The two of you would have to face everyone at some point and announce that your relationship had changed, and that did mean the dynamics among the group would shift a little, too. Yet with Jeonghan saying it to you... You felt ready. If you faced everyone with him by your side, hand-in-hand, you would be fine.

“I am,” you said after a moment. “Are you?”

And he smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “As long as I have you, I will be.” He knew deep down that he could face anything as long as he had everyone together, especially if he had you right beside him. His lips ghosted over yours for a moment. He drew back, quietly saying your name. “Let’s stay together.”

After a moment, you nodded, taking his hands in your own. “Let’s stay,” you said, taking his hands in your own. He weaved his fingers with your own, holding on tight. “Together.”

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farfromstrange · 3 months

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My neighbors’ cat just found his way into my apartment because I’m on the ground floor with a door to the backyard, and when I air out the place I open all the windows AND the door that leads to the backyard. Since the little guy is always either walking around the building or outside, he must have thought, “Omg an open door!” And decided to take a nap in my bed. I found him after my shower, and I was like, “Dude, you don’t live here?” But he didn’t care and fell back asleep. Anyway, I instantly started having a conversation with Matt in my head, and this is how it played out…

Matt: Why is there a feline in our apartment?

Me: He…got lost?

Matt: Did the neighbors leave their window open again?

Me: I think so.

Matt: Well, you should take him back.

Me: No! Why?

Matt: Because it’s not your cat, sweetheart.

Me: But he found me. He chose me. Please, can we keep him?

Matt: No, that would be larceny. They could sue you.

Me: For cat-napping? Who’s to say they’d even notice?

Matt: I think their kids would notice if their beloved cat was gone.

Me: They haven’t so far.

Matt: You’re not stealing a cat.

Me: Please?

Matt: No.

Me: Pretty please? I promise, I’ll keep your name out of my confession if we get caught.

Matt: That doesn’t sound like a very lucrative strategy.

Me:

Matt, with his hands on his hips: Are you giving me puppy dog eyes right now?

Me: I’m giving you sad hamster eyes.

Matt: Sad–what?

Me: Sad hamster eyes. You can’t see them, but they’re very sad.

Matt: I—You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m not bailing you out of jail for stealing a cat. Take him back. You can pet him the next time he decides to take a stroll around the building. I’ll even let you know when I hear his heartbeat. Promise.

Me: As romantic as that sounds, can we circle back to the fact that you wouldn’t bail out your own girlfriend?

Matt: Not for something she knows very well is illegal, no. If you choose to ignore legal advice, well…

Me: Excuse me?

Matt: I’m joking, sweetheart. But you have to put him back where he belongs. Please.

Me: But he’s so soft…And he likes me.

Matt: I can imagine, but we can’t keep our neighbor’s cat just because he’s soft. I’m sorry.

Me, giving in with a defeated sigh: Okay. Fine. Guess it’s time to go, little guy.

Me: opens the door and lets the cat back out.

Me: Happy now?

Matt, sighing: No.

Me: What?

Matt: Grab your coat.

Me: Huh?

Matt: Grab your coat, come on. We’re going to the shelter.

Me: The–the shelter? The animal shelter?

Matt: Yes. I’m dropping you off.

Me: EXCUSE ME?

Matt: Kidding! Just kidding. I’m sorry. We’re going to the shelter and we’re gonna get you a cat.

Me: Really?

Matt: Yeah. C’mon.

Me: WE’RE GETTING A CAT! YES!

As for the sad hamster eyes:

#lizzi talks #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #just some random dialogue i thought of #cats are so fucking adorable i wish i could have my own #but ig i gotta settle for what i have #daredevil #charlie cox #matt murdock scenario

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joesheistyy · 1 year

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aches and pains

Joe had just returned back to practice after being out with an appendectomy. While he tried to stay as fit and healthy as he could, sometimes it was just too difficult for him to manage.

You were at home cleaning up while Joe was back at practice. For the first time in a few weeks, you were left alone with just your thoughts and your music. As you were dancing around the kitchen listening to Hozier, a message came through your AirPods.

From Joey Baby: Can you run me a warm bath please? I’m really hurting rn.

You pulled out your phone deciding to send a cute gif of a dog in a bath return.

Sure babe, coming right up!

Heading toward the stairs, you receive another message. From Joey Baby: Thanks babe, I owe you.

Assuming Joe would be home soon, you began to run his bath. Plugging up the tub when the water was sufficiently warm. Soon after the bath had been filled, you heard the garage door open and close. Knowing Joe was worn out, you walked down the stairs to help him unpack from his practice.

“I made your bath babe,” you said, approaching him for a gentle hug.

“You’re a saint, y/n. I’m gonna go get in right now,” he said as he grabbed a drink from the fridge, heading toward the stairs to go enjoy his warm bath that you so thoughtfully made for him.

You soon followed after Joe, heading toward the bedroom you both shared. You knocked slightly on the bathroom door, asking if you could have access to his relaxing time.

“Come in babe,” he let out from the bathtub. You approached your handsome relaxing boyfriend. His body looked tense and tired from the practice he had just endured.

“Can I do anything to make you more comfortable or help you relax?” you asked, approaching him in the steamy bath.

“Rub my shoulders?” he asked, giving you borderline puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, my love,” you granted his wish, digging the pads of your thumbs into his shoulders, making sure to especially work out his throwing arm. He moaned out of relaxation. Sometimes, you were able to hit just the spot he needed. You kept working at his shoulders, neck, and back until he seemed more relaxed than before.

“Feeling any better?” you questioned as you leaned in to kiss his neck that was oh so warm.

“I am,” he spoke quietly, “do you care to let me sit here alone for a bit longer? I’ve got a lot going on in here,” he said as he poked at his forehead

“Of course babe, take all the time you need,” you kissed the top of his head as you popped his towel in the towel warmer. Leaving the bathroom, you worked to make the bed so Joe could lay down comfortably when he was done in his bath.

About 10 minutes after you had left the bathroom, Joe joined you in your bedroom, laying face down on the neatly made bed.

“What’s wrong, babe? Still sore?” you asked, going at his hamstrings this time. All you got in return was a groan. If a bath didn’t help in the slightest, you knew it would be a hard night for him. Knowing the next steps, you pulled out a bottle of Tylenol from your nightstand. “Here Joey, take this. Hopefully it’ll help a little bit,” you handed him two long white pills. He took a swig of his drink and laid back down.

“How about I give you a proper massage, hm?” you questioned, beginning to dig into his back this time around.

“Oh god, yes please,” he croaked out as his head was buried in his pillow. You knew his poor body was struggling, so of course you had to take care of your sweet Joey.

“Just relax, babe. I’ll take care of you. Even if it means I have to run a million more baths,” you let a small smile cross your face.

“You’re the best, y/n. I just love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, head still buried in the pillow.

“Yeah yeah Burrow, shut it before you get too sappy,” you chuckled out.

Joe let you take control of his aches and pains, eventually getting comfortable enough to take a nice nap.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine #joe sheisty #joey b #bengals #bengals quarterback #joseph lee burrow

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officialchristiancagebbgirlblog · 4 months

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Word count: 605

Description: you get sick and Christian takes care of you (a shorter one, not fantastic tbh but I’m still finding my feet here!)

Promised fluff fic!

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Happy reading 🩵

Winter truly was a wonderful season. Sure summer was great but it was always that little bit too hot. But winter gave you the opportunity to cuddle up, hold hands, and snuggle comfortably at night with Christian. Plus it gave his cats a proper excuse to find their way into your laps. But with every season, there’s a negative. And you found yourself experiencing one of the worst parts of cold weather.

Achoo!

The flu. Luckily it wasn’t as bad as previous bouts but still pretty shitty. You had been sneezing and coughing all day, trying to keep your distance from Christian to not get him sick. After all, he had a match coming up this Wednesday. You couldn’t have him getting sick this close to it!

“Bless your heart,” he cooed, “are you sure I can’t get you anything? I really don’t mind going out!”

“No, no it’s okay. I’ll survive,” you stammered, “just try not to get too close to me right now.”

Every time you spoke it felt like the words kept getting stuck in your throat. This damn flu was making it difficult to talk properly and you found yourself feeling somewhat pitiful. You could look after yourself any day but one bout of flu and you were wiped out. Stuck in a heap of cushions and blankets, struggling to breathe let alone talk.

He gave you a sympathetic look from his spot on the corner of the bed. Christian wanted to do more to help you but there wasn’t a great deal he could do beyond feeding you soup, water, and tablets. Just looking at his face, you could tell he wanted to move up the bed, to lay next to you and to hold you close. And as much as you wanted it, you wouldn’t allow it to happen just yet.

“I know what you want, babe, but not yet. You’ll get sick. You always do whenever I am.” Admittedly it was really cute seeing him pout at you with those annoying puppy dog eyes but you weren’t going to let him get his way.

“I won’t get sick, I’ve got a good immune system!” He was so annoying, honestly. How did he have a comeback for every problem? You tell him he makes strange noises in his sleep, he tells you it’s not sleep apnea or anything. He just talks in his sleep. You tell him he’s been eating your snacks, he tells you he bought them so technically they’re his too.

You shook your head, “here, why don’t you make us both a cup of tea? Then when you’re back maybe! Maybe we can cuddle.” He never looked so excited to make you a drink. Jumping off the bed (quite literally), you watched as he ran into the kitchen.

In the five-ish minutes he was gone, however, without meaning to you had drifted off. One plus about getting sick was you could take accidental naps without consequence. Though you did feel bad as you knew he was returning after doing you a favour with the expectation of reward. Not that he particularly minded. It gave him an excuse to slide under your blanket next to you and snuggle up with you with no fight. Admittedly you felt the warmth of his body pressed up against you and the softness of his lips on your cheek as he got himself comfortable. And as you drifted fully into sleep, you had the intense feeling of ‘home’ wash over you when his arm settled behind you, his fingers gently tracing shapes on your skin. Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad!

#christian cage #aew #captain charisma #christian #jay reso #christian wwe #christian cage x reader #christian cage fanfic #instant classic

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bultaoreunheyyy · 4 months

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Part 3

the sickfic without a title

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 - word count: 5,020

“Jungkookie finally made it out of the bathroom. He’s in bed and almost asleep again,” Jimin announces as he walks into the kitchen. He’s holding disinfectant spray and a pair of rubber gloves, and he sets them next to the sink before bringing his sleeve up to his face just in time to catch a sudden sneeze. “I just cleaned the hallway bathroom, and I disinfected all the doorknobs I could find.”

“Bless you!” Hoseok says. He wraps himself around Jimin’s back and kisses the side of his neck. “Thank you for doing all that.”

“Sandwiches are almost done!” Taehyung announces from where he’s standing next to the fridge. He and Yoongi are making a late lunch. “Everyone sit and we’ll bring the food to the table.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon moans. “I’m so hungry. You’re both amazing.”

Taehyung beams, and then glances nervously at Seokjin who may or may not be sulking the tiniest bit at not having caught a single fish that morning.

Seokjin, however, just joins everyone at the table with a small smile on his face, the sadness from not being able to provide lunch replaced by his growing hunger. He sits down next to Hoseok, who’s resting his head on the table, half-asleep despite how loud the kitchen is, and his smile morphs into a worried frown as he reaches over to lightly scratch at Hoseok’s scalp with his fingertips.

“You need a nap,” he says softly to Hoseok, his smile returning when Hoseok hums happily at the touch, leaning into it in a way that reminds Seokjin of a puppy.

“I think we should all try to get more sleep than we’ve been getting,” he says a little louder, turning to the others as they settle in their chairs. “We can sleep in pairs, take shifts for naps during the day.”

Taehyung is the last to sit, serving everyone a sandwich first before taking two from himself and setting the remainder on a platter in the center of the table. He sits and watches Seokjin rub his fingers through Hoseok’s hair, head tilted to one side as he eats.

“I think that sounds fair,” Jimin says, then twists to the side with a sneeze. “Ugh. The smell of that disinfectant is going to be permanently stuck in my nose,” he complains with a sniffle.

“Here,” Seokjin says, handing Jimin a napkin. “You and Namjoon can go first, okay?”

Jimin blows his nose and then shakes his head.

“Hoseokie should go first,” he says. “He’s falling asleep at the table.”

“Not asleep,” Hoseok mumbles, finally pushing himself upright so he can eat. “Besides, I’m having coffee with lunch, so someone else should go first. I wanna stay awake long enough to go out fishing again with Jinnie after we eat.”

“Jimin and Joon will go first,” Seokjin repeats, and they all nod in agreement.

The rest of lunch goes by quickly, and then Jimin is clearing dishes from the table while Hoseok, energy renewed thanks to his iced coffee, starts washing them in the sink. He ushers Jimin away when he tries to help dry them, waving him and Namjoon out of the kitchen.

“Sleep well,” Seokjin tells them.

Jimin smiles at him, then follows Namjoon out of the kitchen, both of them looking slightly guilty but also relieved.

“I know Joon is gonna set an alarm,” Seokjin says as soon as they’re gone. “I’ll turn it off once he falls asleep. We’ll let them sleep until they both wake up, and then the next pair can go. That will be Taehyung and Yoongi, okay?”

Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok all nod in agreement.

“I’ll start a load of laundry,” Taehyung says, pushing himself up from the table with a yawn.

“I’m gonna finish the dishes.” Hoseok says from his spot at the sink. “Then I’ll take an inventory of what groceries we need when I’m done.”

“I can make a run to the store while you and Seokjin go out on the lake,” Yoongi offers, joining Hoseok at the sink to help him dry the dishes. “Text me if you end up catching any fish and we’ll plan dinner around that.”

Seokjin is about to say something in response when they hear a gagging sound from down the hallway, and he holds up a hand to stop Yoongi and Hoseok from following before he turns and hurries toward Jungkook’s bedroom.

“Jungkookie?”

He gets to Jungkook’s room just in time to see Jungkook drop to his knees on the floor, halfway between his bed and the door, tears streaming down his face and one hand clamped over his mouth. Rushing to his side, Seokjin gathers Jungkook in his arms, peering over the top of his head to see what kind of mess they’re working with; Jungkook, as if sensing exactly what Seokjin is doing, aims a broken sob into his chest and shakes his head back and forth.

“I didn’t throw up,” he gets out between shaky, gasping inhales. “I just thought I was going to and…I don’t know what happened.” He breaks off into another helpless sob and leans back a few inches to angrily swipe the tears from his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I got dizzy.”

“Okay, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Seokjin soothes, both relief and worry swirling in his chest. “Do you want me to help you to the bathroom, just in case?”

His question only makes Jungkook cry harder, and he sags back against Seokjin’s chest.

“Don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Jungkook whispers after a moment, voice raspy. “Thought I was feeling better.”

Hoseok appears in the doorway then, knocking softly on the frame. “Hey,” he says. “What’s wrong? What do you need?”

“Help me get him back into bed?” Seokjin asks, standing, and the two of them help Jungkook off the floor.

They settle him on the edge of the bed, sitting on either side of him, Hoseok rubbing his back comfortingly while Seokjin smooths his hair back from his face and tucks some of it behind his ears.

“Maybe we can put a trash can next to your bed,” Seokjin suggests. “So you don’t have to keep getting out of bed. I don’t know why we didn’t think of that before.”

Hoseok jumps up, leaving the room to return a few minutes later with a lined trashcan that he sets next to Jungkook’s nightstand.

Jungkook’s crying has subsided to an occasional sniffle, tear tracks streaking down his face until Seokjin wipes them away with gentle swipes of his thumb. Jungkook closes his eyes and buries his face in Seokjin’s shoulder before he can dry them completely, sighing heavily.

“Sorry.”

“What was that?” Seokjin cups the side of Jungkook’s face he can reach. “I didn’t hear you?”

“I said I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles, just as quietly, voice muffled into Seokjin’s shirt.

“What? Hoseokie, did you hear something?”

“Nope,” Hoseok teases along. “Didn’t hear a thing.”

Jungkook lifts his head, then, and glares at them both.

“Just let me feel bad for needing so much help!” He huffs out, nose scrunched in frustration.

“Mm, nope!” Hoseok replies cheerfully, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against Jungkook’s affectionately.

Seokjin feels Jungkook shiver against him, and he pulls the comforter back with one hand. “Why don’t you get some more rest for now?” He stands and waits for Jungkook to crawl under the covers, checking that he has fresh water on the nightstand and that the trash can is within reach.

“If you need anything– anything– please call one of us,” Hoseok says.

“Do you want us to stay until you fall asleep?” Seokjin asks, and Jungkook nods sleepily.

“Will you…will you just talk for a little bit first? Tell me about your plans for this afternoon? I don’t even know what day of the week it is.”

“It’s Thursday,” Seokjin laughs. “Hoseokie is gonna come out fishing with me. He and Namjoon already joined me this morning, but we didn’t catch a single thing,” he laments.

Jungkook yawns, then blinks tiredly up at both of them for a moment, eyelids drooping. “It’s because you didn’t have your hat,” he finally says.

“My what?”

“You fishing hat,” Jungkook clarifies, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes are closed now, but he gestures vaguely in the direction of the desk that’s under the window and Seokjin looks to where he’s pointing. There, sitting on the desk, is Seokjin’s hat he always wears when he goes fishing fishing.

“You can’t catch fish without it,” Jungkook whispers, his voice fading quickly as he starts to fall asleep.

Hoseok chuckles quietly. “It is your good luck charm,” he says, fetching the hat from the desk for Seokjin. “Can’t believe we didn’t notice you were missing it this morning.”

“I can’t believe you’re both implying I’m not a skilled fisherman if I’m not wearing my hat!” Seokjin protests, but he still tugs the hat onto his head anyway, grinning.

“Look cute in your fishing hat,” Jungkook mumbles, barely audible.

Seokjin’s cheeks turn pink. “Your eyes are closed, you’re not even looking at me!”

“Can see it in…in my head…”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Seokjin laughs. “Sleep, already.”

“Rest well, love,” Hoseok tells Jungkook. He tucks the blanket around Jungkook and kisses him on the cheek.

“Get better so you can join us fishing soon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead before he and Hoseok leave.

“I just want to sleep.”

The words come out raspy and so small, so sad. Jungkook hates that he sounds so desperate but honestly, at this point, they’re all desperate and there’s no use hiding it.

“We know, sweetheart. Sleep,” Jimin urges softly, his hand never stilling where it’s rubbing wide, soothing circles on Jungkook’s back.

Jimin’s touch makes Jungkook feel both warm and cold at the same time, heat from the friction warming his aching muscles while also making him miserably aware of the chills that are shaking the rest of his body, relentless and prickling along his skin. He shivers hard and Jimin adds his other hand, sliding his palm up and down Jungkook’s upper arm as he hums in concern.

Jungkook hates this. Hates that he’s feeling so much worse again, after the false promise of feeling slightly better earlier. Hates that his boyfriends look so exhausted, so worried.

So sad.

There’s a moment of quiet, and for that moment they all let themselves hope that maybe Jungkook might actually fall asleep. Jungkook doesn’t have to open his heavy eyelids to know that Namjoon is clenching his jaw, his body tense as he tries to stay still and stay quiet. Jimin’s hands never stop, but he’s holding his breath. Yoongi and Taehyung are in the doorway, fingers loosely interlocked, matching dark circles under their eyes as they look at their youngest partner in concern. Seokjin and Hoseok are in the other room, catching up on some much needed sleep, and Jungkook thinks about them tucked into bed together, cozy and resting well, and he longs to get some rest too.

“I can’t,” Jungkook whimpers hoarsely, breaking the silence too soon, and the tiny sound of his pitiful crying that follows has them all rushing to his side. “I’m trying, but I can’t.”

Fuck, he hates how sad they all sound as they comb their fingers through his hair and press kisses to his too-hot forehead and tell him it’s okay.

It’s not okay.

“I’m sorry,” he tries to get out, but he’s silenced with more kisses to his face, even as hot tears spill down his heated cheeks and drip onto his sweat-soaked pillowcase. Even his eyes feel hot, and his ears, and his throat, and oh fuck–

“Shit,” Yoongi hisses, lightning-fast as he grabs the trash can from the floor next to the bed and gets it up to Jungkook’s face just in time for the first dry heave.

Jungkook can barely hold himself upright and so he’s mostly lying on his side as he gags over the trash can, his stomach attempting to empty itself. There’s nothing left for him to throw up at this point, which makes it even more painful– that, paired with the raw throat and the fever and the sore abdominal muscles is enough to have him sobbing hard again despite the voices begging him to calm down and take a breath.

“Please,” comes Taehyung’s desperate plea. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

Jungkook gags again, throws up a pathetically small amount of bile, and then slumps back down on the bed with one of his arms trapped underneath him and the other wrapped loosely around his stomach. He can’t stop crying, but he’s stopped vomiting for now, and he feels someone wiping his nose with a tissue followed by a warm wet cloth wiping at his chin and chapped lips.

“There you go,” Jimin whispers, nearly breathless, in his ear. “There you go, sweetheart. Deep breaths, good job. You’re doing so good, Kookie.”

Jungkook’s not doing good at all, and he’s not sure why he’s getting praised for anything right now, but Jimin’s voice is soothing and he’s suddenly aware again of the hand rubbing circles on his back, slowing nearly to a stop as Jungkook’s sobs die down.

“Don’t stop,” he manages to croak out, and thank fuck Jimin understands what he’s asking and resumes the steady, circular motion.

There’s a hand combing through his hair, and he cracks one eye open to see Yoongi’s face in front of him.

“You don’t have to wipe my nose for me,” Jungkook murmurs, face flushing when he spots the balled-up tissue still in Yoongi’s fist. He sniffles, cringing as he thinks about all of the ungodly things that have come out of his nose in the past few days, and then yawns while Yoongi just watches him with a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Fuck, he’s so tired.

Jungkook feels like he hasn’t slept at all for four days straight and it’s scarily close to the truth. Every time he’s just about to drift off, he’s jolting awake to rush to the bathroom or lean over the trash can so he can throw up, or curling in on himself because his stomach is in knots, or shivering uncontrollably because he’s burning up with fever. On top of everything, he’s starting to feel so guilty for how much of a burden his illness is becoming on his other partners– something they’ve been denying, but Jungkook can see in their exhaustion and their worry– that it’s making him feel so, so much sicker.

The guilt is compounded by the fact that they’re at the lakehouse because they’re supposed to be on vacation, and he had gotten sick with the stomach flu on the very first day of said vacation, and he’s been too weak and exhausted to even leave his bed most of the time– which means his partners have been spending their entire vacation so far helping him do every little thing that he can’t do by himself.

“Sleepy?” Yoongi asks hopefully when Jungkook yawns a second time.

Instead of answering, Jungkook sniffles and closes his eyes again. Yoongi sighs and slides his palm across Jungkook’s forehead. The cool touch feels heavenly on his overrated skin.

“I can wipe your nose again,” Yoongi says, and it’s more of a statement than an offer, but he gives Jungkook a moment to either accept or deny. Jungkook hates the feeling of the slightly runny nose he has after throwing up, so even though it’s a bit embarrassing he nods and scrunches up his nose a little, waiting for the tissue.

“I have to pee,” Jimin says as Yoongi very gently dabs at Jungkook’s nostrils, apologetically patting Jungkook on the hip. “I’m sorry– I’ll be right back.”

He gets out of the bed and Taehyung takes his place, climbing in behind Jungkook.

“Oh,” he hears Taehyung mutter to himself, and then there’s a patting sound and Jungkook can tell he’s feeling the sheets, realizing how grossly sweaty they are.

“Sorry,” Jungkook tries to say, but his voice is so wrecked from all of the vomiting that it doesn’t come out and no one hears it. He clears his throat a few times, shame rising up to join the lingering uncomfortable nausea. For a moment, he’s worried he’ll throw up again, but then Taehyung’s arms are wrapping around him, his hands settling on his chest to rub small circles, and Jungkook closes his eyes and sinks into his embrace.

When Jimin returns, he’s holding a cup of water with a straw in it.

“Can you try to take a few sips?” He asks Jungkook, taking Yoongi’s place by his head and holding out the water.

Jungkook pushes himself up onto one elbow, which feels nearly impossible, and then reaches out a hand for the water, but the second his fingers wrap around the cup his arm starts to tremble and his grip falters. He’s grateful that Jimin is still holding the cup so it doesn’t spill everywhere.

He keeps his eyes open as he takes one, two, three tiny sips of water, so he sees Jimin exchange a look with Taehyung over Jungkook’s shoulder, and then a look with Namjoon. When Jungkook lets the straw fall from his lips, Jimin clears his throat and reaches out a hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek.

“We gotta change the sheets, ‘kay?”

Jungkook bites back a groan and nods. Changing the sheets means he has to move. It means he has to get out from under the blankets and he’s already so fucking cold, and even though the sheets are all sweaty again and he desperately needs a change of pajamas, getting out of bed and being temporarily colder seems so much worse at the moment.

“We’ll make it quick,” Taehyung promises, fingers combing through Jungkook’s sweaty hair. “You can go sleep with Seokjin and Hoseok for a bit, hm?”

As he talks, Taehyung gently pulls Jungkook up into a sitting position, letting him lean back against his chest so Yoongi and Namjoon can help him strip out of his clothes and into new ones. Jungkook shivers the whole time, even with the warmth of Taehyung against his back, his teeth chattering audibly as Namjoon tugs a clean hoodie over his head and then kneels to put a pair of warm socks on his feet.

‘C’mere,” Namjoon says when he’s done, scooping Jungkook up off the bed like he weighs nothing– and maybe that’s a little closer to the truth today than it had been a week ago, before he got this stupid fucking stomach bug.

He feels like he’s nothing.

Namjoon carries him into the other room and deposits him on the bed between Seokjin and Hoseok, and the two of them hardly wake as he settles under the comforter, both of them curling sleepily around Jungkook while he shivers and blinks back the sudden tears that form in his eyes.

“Baby,” Namjoon coos sympathetically, reaching over Hoseok to thumb away a tear that Jungkook hadn’t even felt escape. He watches Jungkook shiver. “Don’t cry. I’ll go get you the heating pad, okay?”

Jungkook falls asleep less than five minutes after Namjoon tucks the heating pad under the covers with him, the warmth seeping into his body through his aching stomach and spreading quickly along with the heat of his fever, and he dreams that he’s out on the lake on a boat that’s too tiny, and when he looks down at the water it’s bubbling up everywhere, boiling hot, steam rising and so thick he can’t see the shore.

When he wakes up, he’s completely drenched in sweat and Hoseok and Seokjin are gone.

He blinks up at the ceiling and tries to shake the strange dream and the awful, exhausted haze that he seems to be stuck in constantly since getting sick. Someone shifts nearby and he turns his head just enough to see that Jimin is sitting on the edge of the bed, arranging a tray on the nightstand.

“Oh,” Jimin says when Jungkook yawns loudly, looking over in surprise. “You’re awake.”

“How long was I asleep for?” Jungkook asks, voice crackling, barely there. He knows it was a long time by the way his throat is so dry and his tongue feels too big and his eyes are scratchy and his limbs are stiff, even though it wasn’t a restful sleep in the slightest and he somehow feels more tired than before.

“Seven hours,” Jiimin replies. “I tried to wake you up a couple of times but you were a bit cranky with me.” The corners of his mouth are turned up just slightly, and Jungkook ducks his head against his chest sheepishly as he imagines what he might have said to elicit that response.

Jimin laughs softly and reaches out to run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, fondness in his gaze. “I don’t suppose you’re feeling hungry?” He asks, holding up a single cracker from the tray.

Jungkook shakes his head, because he’s achy as fuck and he has zero appetite even though he hasn’t truly eaten in days, but he reaches a shaky hand out to accept the cracker anyway.

As Jungkook pretends to nibble on the cracker, Jimin suddenly raises a hand to his face, cupping it over his mouth and nose. Then, he sneezes, his head bobbing forward in a tiny motion to match the tiny sound of his sneeze. He blinks rapidly after, looking surprised and a little dazed, hand still cupped over the lower half of his face.

Jungkook is grateful for the distraction. He sneakily sets the half-eaten cracker on the nightstand and pulls a tissue out of the box to hand to Jimin, smiling at how cute his partner is.

“Are you smiling?” Jimin asks, mouth falling open as he drops his hand from his face to accept the tissue.

“Cute,” Jungkook croaks in explanation, his smile growing when Jimin brings the tissue to his nose only to sneeze right into it, just as sudden and unexpected and cute as the first time.

There’s a flush across Jimin’s cheeks that matches the underside of his nose after he scrubs at it for a few seconds with the tissue.

“I’m not cute,” he protests, and then immediately sneezes again afterward, the sound cut off halfway through as he attempts to stifle it into silence. He blinks a few times, wiggles his nose, and then gives a sharp sniff, seemingly recovering from his apparently itchy nose.

He fixes his gaze back on Jungkook and narrows his eyes. “You need to eat that cracker. A few crackers, preferably. Do you want some tea? Water?”

Jungkook rolls onto his side, biting back a groan and pulling the comforter up higher so it’s tucked under his chin.

“Want ice water,” He murmurs around a yawn, a shiver running through him. “And I’ll finish one cracker.”

It almost makes Jungkook smile to see the expression that crosses Jimin’s face, one of mixed confusion and exasperation, and he seems to start to say something twice before he sighs loudly and drags a hand over his face.

“Ice water?” Jimin sighs again. “Okay.”

Jungkook hums, pleased.

“With a straw?”

“Yes, please,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely. He closes his eyes and listens to Jimin stand, and something rustles near his head– the crackers, he guesses. He hears Jimin say something about sitting up to eat, but he’s already drifting off, his body pulling him towards a place of unconsciousness so quickly that he’s asleep before Jimin returns with his requested tumbler of ice water.

On a normal day, Jungkook hates to be still for very long.

It’s afternoon, and Seokjin is sitting on the edge of the tub, watching Jungkook. Watching him lie in the bath, eyes closed, completely unmoving. It’s unsettling to see him so still, so quiet. Seokjin doesn’t like it one bit.

“Does the water feel okay?” He asks quietly.

Jungkook breathes in slowly through his mouth, and then seems to hold it for a moment, and Seokjin feels the urge to hold his breath along with him, matching the stillness, the tense silence.

“Hmm?” Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. His gaze belatedly slides over to Seokin, his eyelids heavy. “Oh, yeah. It’s warm. Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the bath.

When he’s done, Jungkook sits still while Seokjin drains the tub and helps him stand.

He’s still when Seokjin towels him dry. While he sits on the closed toilet seat and lets Seokjin help him into a fresh, warm pair of pajamas. While Seokjin spends ten minutes drying his hair with the hair dryer, using a brush to comb through until it’s fluffy and dry, even though on a normal day Jungkook would fuss at him for how that affects his wavy hair.

Once Jungkook is back in bed, Seokjin watches him toss and turn, biting back whimpers and groans of discomfort when he realizes Seokjin is staying in the room with him, and drags a hand down his face wearily.

“We can do another warm bath later tonight, if you want,” he offers, climbing in bed behind Jungkook and pressing himself up against Jungkook’s back, draping one arm over his waist.

Jungkook sighs softly, a shaky exhale. He doesn’t respond verbally.

Seokjin falls asleep with his face tucked against the fever-hot skin of the back of Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook, unable to fall asleep, tries to be as still as possible.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin jumps, startled, and slams his laptop shut with a guilty frown.

“Nothing!”

Taehyung has both hands on his hips. He narrows his eyes and slowly walks over to where Jimin is sitting on the porch swing.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t look like ‘nothing’,” Taehyung replies. “It looked like you were working.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, not meeting Taehyung’s gaze. “Leave me alone,” he mumbles, pouting.

“Why are you working? We’re on vacation.”

“Get the fuck off my ass, Tae,” Jimin snaps, finally meeting Taehyung’s eyes; his anger completely melts away, however, when he sees the hurt look on Taehyung’s face.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jimin winces. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

Taehyung plops down onto the swing next to him.

“I know we agreed we weren’t going to work this month…” Jimin trails off with a heavy sigh. He rubs at his temples. “I just have a headache and I’ve been really tired, and…” He sighs again. “No, never mind. I shouldn’t make excuses. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Taehyung says, opening his arms wide. “Come here, love.”

Jimin sinks into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest and wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s waist.

Suddenly, so suddenly that Jimin himself seems completely caught off guard, he sneezes right into Taehyung’s chest, all over his shirt.

“Oh, no thank you!” Taehyung grimaces, playfully shoving Jimin away from him. “I’m pretty sure even your kindergarteners know better manners than to sneeze on people like that!”

Jimin scrubs at his nose with a fist. He glares at Taehyung, sniffling. “It was an accident!” Then, his shoulders sag. “Sorry.”

“I forgive your accidental sneeze.”

Jimin is about to respond, but he pauses to lift a hand to his face, and Taehyung ducks away for fear of being sneezed on again. Instead, though, Jimin yawns, prompting Taehyung to stand and crouch down in front of him.

“Climb on my back,” he instructs, and Jimin does, letting Taehyung carry him inside.

In Jimin’s room, Taehyung pulls back the covers of Jimin’s neatly made bed and points. “In.”

He crawls in after Jimin, settling behind him and tossing a leg over Jimin’s lower body, spooning him from behind and keeping him firmly in place.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to fall asleep. As soon as he’s sleeping, soft stuffy snores fill the room, and Taehyung listens carefully to the way he’s breathing, congested and solely through his mouth. He waits a moment longer, then sneaks a hand up to Jimin’s forehead to check for a temperature– thankfully, he’s not warm– and then carefully extracts himself from where he’s wrapped around him.

Taehyung quietly makes his way out to the living room. Namjoon and Hoseok look up as he enters, both of their faces falling when they see his worried expression.

“What’s up, tiger?”

Taehyung sinks onto the couch in between them and sighs. “I was just with Jiminie and he fell asleep, and his breathing is all stuffed-up. I started thinking about earlier today– he’s been sneezing a lot, and he has a headache. I caught him working, and I initially thought he was stressed about work, but I think…I think he might be getting sick.”

“What?” Namjoon gasps. “Why would he hide that from us?”

“No,” Taehyung replies quickly. “I don’t think he’s hiding it. I don’t think he’s even realized it yet.”

“Shit,” Namjoon curses.

“Do you think it’s bad?” Hoseok asks.

Taehyung shakes his head. “No, and it’s not even what Kookie has. No stomach problems, and no fever. It’s just a cold, I think.”

“Shit,” Namjoon curses again. He sighs. “Still, we’ll have to keep him and Jungkook separated from now on.”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of late for that?” Taehyung asks, remembering how close they’ve all been with Jungkook and each other. “Any one of us could come down with what Jungkook has, or now with what Jimin has.”

Namjoon sighs. “Okay, true. I’ll go into town and pick up cold medicine,” Namjoon says. “I was gonna get popsicles for Jungkookie anyway.”

“Do you want me to drive?” asks Hoseok.

“Nah, I was thinking I’d ride my bike.”

“Okay, I’ll ride with you.”

“I’ll stay here and hold down the fort,” Taehyung offers, and immediately Namjoon and Hoseok are chuckling.

“What, you don’t want to come with?”

“Maybe you can learn how to ride a bike this summer, Tae!”

Hoseok grins. “It’s nice and flat, not too many places to fall over!’

Taehyung waves them off, ignoring the teasing remarks. “Have fun in town!”

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imwall-e · 2 years

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FOREHEAD KISS

Pairing : Bucky x Reader

Warning : fluff

Word count : 707

Author's note : Hello there! I hope you're all doing great. Here is a new OS with our perfect Bucky. Again, as English isn't my first language, do not hesiatte to tell me if I made any mistake. It will also help me if you can leave a comment, a like and share my writing! Much love!

“Please sunshine, you know I can’t get sick.” Your boyfriend pleaded with his puppy eyes.

“I’m not taking the risk to conta…” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were interrupted by a sneeze.

“Bless you! And please, it’s just one little kiss.”

“Nothing is just “little” with you Jamie.”

“Are we still talking about a kiss ?” He asked with a sly grin.

“Bucky! Please don’t make me laugh, my head hurts.”

“Sorry sunshine. Now, here’s what we’re gonna do : you’re gonna take a shower and a nap, while I’ll make you some soup.”

You took a really quick shower because with the fever you add and the soreness, it was hard to stand for too long. You couldn’t wait for this flu to be over. At least, you had Bucky to take care of you. He could be scary with his vibranium arm and the way he sometimes stares at people. But with you, he was a big bear, very soft and protective.

While you were resting, he was preparing the soup he promised you. It was your father’s recipe and Bucky wanted it to be perfect. It took him more than an hour but you slept for much longer and he didn’t dare to wake you.

When you opened your eyes, it was dark and you were wrapped in your duvet and another blanket. Because of this and your fever, you sweat a lot during your sleep. It was like your sheets were stuck to your skin. You really needed another shower but you were also very hungry, and a good smell filled the apartment.

You sat up in your bed when you heard Bucky : “Sunshine?” He opened the door quietly and sat next to you when he saw you were awake.

“Soup is ready if you want.”

“Yes, it smells really good. I’m just gonna take another shower to get rid of the sweat. Can you change the sheets please?”

“Anything you want ma’am! Can I just…”

“No, Jamie. Still no kiss while I’m sick.”

You really felt much better after this shower. The fever was down for now, but you were still really tired and weak. You joined Bucky in the living room. He only turned on two lights so it won’t hurt your eyes. There were two bowls of soup on the coffee table and Bucky was waiting for you on the couch with blankets, ready to start one of your favourite movies : Notting Hill.

“The soup was delicious, Bucky.”

“Thank you, sunshine. Do you feel better?””

“I don’t know. I think my fever is down, but I still feel very tired, my head and eyes hurt, and the weakness. But I think sleeping and eating your soup will help me.”

“Don’t worry, there’s enough for two more days,” he said, playing with your hair.

“Good. You’re the best, Jamie,” you told him, your eyes starting to close.

Noticing that you were falling asleep, Bucky carried you bridal style to your bed. Fighting against sleep, you mumbled that you were going to help him clean the table.

“Sleep sunshine, you’re sick and need to rest. I’ll take care of everything and come back to you.”

It didn’t take him much time to put the bowls in the dishwasher and turn off th eTV. He just wanted to be next to you, take you in his arms, take care of you. Just love you.

When he finally joined you in bed, you were still fighting not to sleep.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” He asked you with a gentle smile.

“Want a kiss from my Bucky Bear.”

“You refused to kiss me everytime I asked and now you want one?” You were so cute and funny. Damn, he felt so lucky.

“Just don’t wanna contaminate you,” you answered with a pout.

Bucky chuckled slightly. He then put a hand on your cheek and gently kissed your forehead, putting all his love in it. He couldn’t wait for you to heal to make up for all the time you were sick and he couldn’t kiss you properly.

“M’love you Jamie.” You said, falling asleep in his arms, a smile on your face.

“I love you too sunshine,” he answered, giving you another forehead kiss.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastianstan #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #marvel #bucky fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky is the best boyfriend #bucky bear #bucky and sunshine

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racinggirl · 2 years

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comfort || daniel ricciardo 3

type: one shot pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader word count: 1.2k summary: a fluffy daniel, taking care of you when it's that time of the month. requested: yes! “Hi! Can I request a Danny fic where he takes care of the reader who is on her period? Just something cute and fluffy 🥰” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: period cramps, LDR, just fluffy dan boyfriend notes: First of all, credits to GIF owner, love it. I am actually on that time of the month myself, so this came at the PERFECT time. Just wished I was y/n at this moment ;) also, I know it isn't long, but I hope you'll like it <3 (repost again, since Tumblr really doesn't like me)

my masterlist

Chocolate. Water. A good book. A happy movie. More chocolate. The only thing missing from your list was your boyfriend, your cuddly bear, your support and happy place.

Being on your period was something you hated, especially whenever you and Daniel weren’t together, mostly due to the fact he was out for races, which was exactly the case this weekend. It was Sunday, which meant race day for him and the 19 other drivers. Race day, a day you would usually attend, but this time, due to some assignments and work related things, wasn’t something that was scheduled for you.

You were on the big couch in your living room, a bar of chocolate on your left, a bottle of water on your right. The book you just finished was on the table in front of you, a movie you were watching on the big tv a few metres in front of you. Cramps were overwhelming you, making you curl up in the blankets, a hot tea in your hand as you sipped it, hoping it would calm your cramps down.

Normally, Daniel would place his warm hands on your lower stomach as you would lean against his chest, the both of you either on the couch, in bed, or in a warm bath he’d make for you, filled with lavender, candles and a nice music in the background. However, he wasn’t here right now, meaning you were all on your own in your shared house.

‘’y/n?’’ You had answered a phone call you received from Daniel, a smile on your lips as you heard his accent, the way he pronounced your name felt like the best thing ever, it was like music to your ears.

‘’Danny, hey.’’ You whispered, your eyes closed as you imagined him being here by your side. You loved him, so much, he came into your life when you needed him the most, and he never left.

‘’What’s up baby, you sound, off.’’ He frowned, making you sigh quietly. You didn’t want to tell him, simply because you didn’t want to worry him. He was about to get into his car, getting ready for the race, one of his favourites.

‘’Nothing, I’m just a little tired, work and school was a lot today.’’ You tried to sound somewhat excited, not too much, but at least enough so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

‘’Are you sure?’’ He asked, making you nod. ‘’Yeah, positive, I think that I’ll take a good nap after the race.’’ You smiled, switching the TV from the movie to the race, so you could watch.

‘’Alright, promise me you’ll sleep and give Coco a kiss for me.’’ You laughed lightly, looking down at the puppy with a smile on your lips. ‘’I will, don’t worry, she misses you too.’’ You heard a chuckle from the other side of the phone, along with some fumbling around, a door closing as well.

‘’And I miss my favourite girls too.’’ He says, making your heart beat a little faster.

‘’Goodluck, you’ve got this and no matter what…’’ You said. ‘’You’re proud of me.’’ Daniel finished your sentence, your mantra you told him every single race week, your safety procedure.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’And I love you, bye love.’’

He ended the phone call since he had to get ready for his race, and you simply patted the spot next to you on the couch, allowing Coco to jump on top, crawling closer to you to comfort you. They say dogs feel emotions, meaning right now, Coco would probably feel the sadness or discomfort you were feeling at this moment.

‘’Hey Coco.’’ You whispered, gently stroking her soft blonde hair, giving you the rest you needed. ‘’You miss him too, don’t you?’’ You mumbled, giggling as you saw a yawn coming from the golden retriever next to you. ‘’Yeah, I’m tired too.’’

You and Daniel decided to get a puppy, simply because Daniel would be away a lot this year, and you’d be at home, working from home and following a course along side your working hours, wanting to make promotions in your current job. Coco was the perfect dog, still a puppy, meaning she’d be playful, and perfect to cuddle with whenever you missed Daniel.

The race went alright. Daniel managed to get fifth place, his best result yet this season, and you decided to send him a text message.

Hey you, well done baby. I’m proud of you, I knew you’d make it up there. Coco and I have been cheering for you the entire two hours – the race had been delayed due to heavy rainfall – and right know we’re going to sleep. I’ll see you in two days, since you’re coming home then, right? Anyways, have fun at the afterparty and I can’t wait for you to be home, summer break, finally. Love you xx

You indeed fell asleep, but instead of falling asleep in bed, you fell asleep on the couch, Coco next to you, curled up to comfort you with your cramps. However, hours later, you started to wake up due to a soft hand on your cheek.

You opened your eyes, no longer feeling Coco next to you. ‘’Coco?’’ You whispered, but your heart started to beat faster the moment you saw those eyes, the ones you fell in love with years ago. That smile, the one that would light up millions of days, and that soft voice with the Australian accent.

‘’Hey baby girl.’’ Daniel whispered, a smile plastered on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him. ‘’Daniel, what, how, when?’’ You couldn’t even create a proper sentence as you were shocked. How did he get here, he was about to come back in two days, not two hours.

‘’I’m glad to see you too, baby.’’ He chuckled, pressing his lips on your for a few seconds. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period, love?’’ He mumbled, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

‘’I didn’t want to worry you…’’ A sigh escaped his lips as he took place next to you, Coco in his basket, Daniel lifting the shirt you were wearing, which was actually his shirt, just to place his warm hands on your lower abdomen, knowing it calmed you down. ‘’How do you know it’s my period?’’ You then asked, your head resting against his chest.

‘’I keep track of it, darling, it’s in my phone.’’ He whispered, his lips placed against your temple. ‘’The bath’s ready, lets go, let me take care of you.’’ He mumbled, a soft smile on his face, the small hairs of his beard tickling your cheek. You nodded, humming as you walked up the stairs, on your way to the bathroom which was filled with candles, a movie, a nice lavender scent and a smiley Daniel.

‘’Thank you, really.’’ You whispered once you were sat in front of your boyfriend in the bathtub, your back resting against his chest, his hands on your lower stomach, lips attached to your neck and shoulders as he covered them in kisses.

‘’You know you don’t have to thank me, sweety.’’ He mumbled, creating tickles on your shoulder. ‘’I’d do anything for you, you know that.’’ His hands made his way to your shoulders, giving you one of his gentle massages before placing them back on your lower stomach.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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could you please write one with James or Remus or sirius and Indian specifically Bengali reader. Fluff or angst. Friends to lovers????

love saves all

james potter x indian!fem!reader

summary: james has been in love with you forever, he can’t stand to see you with someone else

warnings: fluff, minor mentions of injuries

a/n: hi lover! thank you for the request, i’m not bengali and i didn’t want to write something that could possibly offend the bengali community however i did try and incorporate indian culture because i’m tamil (telegu) so i hope you enjoy this! if you don’t let me know 💗

the sun shone down on your brown skin as you made your way through the forbidden forest after one of remus’ transformations. you could feel the fatigue hitting you now and you knew that you needed a nap before even attempting to go to any of your classes.

you knew you would be excused considering minnie and dumbledore both knew of remus’ transformations and that you guys would help, however they were unaware of you all becoming illegal animagi.

as you watched sirius and james make their way to the hospital wing where they laid moony on one of the free beds you took a damp washcloth and softly ran it over remus’ new scars over his face.

he softly winced and for each wince you muttered a small apology.

“if i knew i’d have y/n/n doting on me when i got hurt maybe i’d get hurt more often” sirius teased and you couldn’t help but smile before flicking his forehead.

“if you got hurt, i’d let you bleed out padfoot” you smiled sweetly at him and you could hear james snort to the left of you.

once madam pomfrey had come to help remus you all made your way to the boys dorms where you decided to lay down for a bit.

“y/n, do you want to come lay down with me?” you heard sirius ask before a loud oomph was heard as he fell of his bed or more correctly speaking he was pushed by a certain raven haired boy with glasses.

“i’ll come lay down in a minute, i’m going back to my dorm to do some prayers for rem” you state, getting up before making your way to the door.

you hear hurried footsteps behind you and you turn around to face a sheepish looking james.

“can i come with you?” he mutters before rubbing the back of his neck.

“of course you can jamie”

you both walk hand in hand to your dorm where you take off your shoes outside and kneel in front of your shiva statue.

you light your lamp and relight some agarbatti that had finished through the night.

you feel james kneel next to you and you look at him with a smile. he looks confused in a sort of cute puppy way.

you show him the correct motions and pray with him before putting ash on his forehead.

you sit in silence for a few moments before you peek open an eye to look at him.

he looks so serene, happy and at peace in front you of you that you can’t help but smile.

he cracks open one of his eyes to shoot you a smile before motioning his head forward telling you to pay attention

you muffle a laugh before you finish off your prayer and make your way back to the dorm before cleaning up.

as you both lay down in james’ bed after sirius had gotten bored of teasing you two, you draw circles on his chest and you can feel him smile down at you.

“hey y/n/n? what do you thinks gonna happen to us in the future?” he asks albeit curious to what your answer would be.

“my parents are looking for potential suitors i guess, it’s odd for me to be of age and not be

betrothed to someone already, i guess hogwarts could only buy me so much time”

“betrothed? you mean engaged?”

you hum and you can feel him tense under you, you weren’t particularly happy about the circumstances either but there was only little you could do against your parents.

“w-what if we got married?” james fleamont potter never stuttered. especially when talking to girls.

“james you know that can’t happen, what about lily? you’ve been chasing her for years..”

you feel him shift so he’s sitting up and he lifts your face to face his.

“lily was always a distraction for me y/n, i never thought you would like me - i still don’t think you do- but i won’t be able to live with myself if i let you get married to someone else without knowing how i feel about you”

your eyes well with tears and you can feel your heart thudding against your rib cage.

“you like me?”

he smiles almost amused by your lack of composure before his eyes fill with love and affection.

“like? i’ve been in love with you since the day we met y/n”

you can’t contain yourself for some reason and as tears escape your eyes you slowly lift your hand to james’ face and place your lips on his.

“i have been waiting for you to say that since 5th year james.”

“oh-“ he flushes in embarrassment.

“okay okay we get it, you two love each other BUT FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN PLEASE GO TO SLEEP ITS 6AM”

you and james snicker to yourselves as you go back to cuddling as sirius’ sleepy snored fill the room once again.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #james potter x indian!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #james potter x indian!fem!reader #indian!reader #poc!reader

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her-devils-advocate · 1 year

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Nap the pain away.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/reader

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon helps you with your period pains with the best way he knows how, a small nap.

This has most likely already been done so many times but after struggling with complications with mine for almost a full month, I wanted to do my own take on how he would look after the MC!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45959077

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Gripping the handle of the feather duster so tight that your knuckles grow shockingly pale, you groan to yourself as you hobble towards the wall, lowering down to sit with your back against it.

You throw the duster down beside you with an unexpected annoyance invading your mood, not trusting your now shaking hands to not accidentally knock over one of Le Comte's expensive decorations.

The day had started well, unusually well considering what you knew was awaiting you, ready to strike when you least expected it. But between watching Theo drown a dozen pancakes in syrup until they were floating and chatting with Jean about his upcoming day at the weapon shop, you had been left hopeful that you would be granted an extra day before the violent storm within showed up to torment you for the next couple of days.

With a few pained murmurs, you bring your knees up to your chest to try and lessen the dull ache within your abdomen as you rest your head on your knees. Sending a silent prayer to anyone listening that the pain remained contained within your abdomen, rather than travelling up and down your back and legs as well. Of course you didn't get as lucky as you had hoped today, your period had struck with a vengeance. Sending shockwaves of dull aches throughout your abdomen and hips, making it a challenge to stand up, let alone walk.

You hold back a groan as you try to stand, only to feel a strong hand on your shoulder, gently keeping you in place as he kneels down to bundle you in his arms instead. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you smile up at your saviour in a slight daze. Feeling your eyes fall upon him, he looks down at you with a subtle smirk painting his handsome features.

“Looks like you still need me to protect you, nunuche.” He lets out a low chuckle at the mock glare you throw him before his smirk fades into a warm smile. “Come, let's get you settled in bed. You are clearly in no state to continue with the chores, so I’ll let Sebas know that you are taking the next few days off. No protesting.”

You give him a small appreciative hum as he glides through the hallways with you cradled safely within his arms, leading you to his room and delicately placing you upon his bed, taking extra care to keep you still as he tucks you within the silken sheets. His expression is soft as he watches you snuggle into the sheets, inhaling his scent before wincing at the jolt of pain shooting through you. Before you get the chance to speak, you feel warm fingers weaving through your hair.

“Is there anything I can get for you, mon amour? Some chocolates or medicine to help with the pain?” His voice is a low murmur as he continues to glide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with the strands as he does. “I hate how much you suffer with this, I wish there was more I could do for you.”

With a small shake of your head, you lift your gaze to meet his concerned one, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you open your arms wide, the soft sheets falling down as you reach for him impatiently.

“If you want to help… Hold me, please?” Before you can say anything else, you feel his strong arms wrap around you as he lays beside you, bringing him to rest against his broad chest. You let out a sigh as you feel his warm hands rest against your abdomen, placing just enough pressure to help ease a small amount of pain. “Thank you, Napo.”

He places a tender kiss upon the top of your head before resting his chin over it. “You don’t need to thank me, you know that I would do anything for you, my nunuche. But for now, get some rest. I find a good nap can help with almost anything.”

Despite not being able to see his face, you can almost feel the smile as he gets ready for yet another nap. Before you could even pretend to be against the idea, you feel your eyes grow heavy as you melt into his hold, drifting off to sleep within his strong arms, trusting him to fight away your pain until you are rested enough to fight it off yourself.

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1024UB CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: BUSTED...

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The next morning when Gyuri woke up, she went to the bathroom to get the sleep out of her eyes, only to look in the mirror and see her torso had a line of dark purple marks trailing across her body diagonally. At least the marks were only on her stomach because that was definitely easier to hide than her neck. There was a singular mark on her neck and another one on her collarbone, which she honestly didn’t mind especially because she knew that no one in the group knew about her and San, so if they asked her about it, she could just say she got lucky the night before. Yet, she still wanted to yell at him because now she had to put in a little more effort to her appearance if she wanted to go out that day. She wrapped herself up in her bathrobe and exited her bathroom.

“Hey,” she started when she walked back into her room. “What the fuck is this?”

“What?” San, who was still waking up himself, looked at her with groggy eyes. “Is that a bug bite?”

“Yeah, and the fucking bug’s name is Choi San.”

“Wait, I did that? I thought it’d be a lot darker than that,” he held his hand out for her to take. When she put her hand in his, he pulled her towards him. Gyuri felt her heart beat just a little faster when he did that even though she knew he only did that so he could inspect the mark a little more closely, and when his fingers traced over the mark with a feather touch, she felt blood rush to her face. However, when she felt his lips on that mark, she immediately ripped her hand out of his grip and hit his arm. “Don’t make it worse!”

“I really wanted it to be darker, though,” he pouted.

“Be glad it’s light. I’m not going to cover it up.”

“Really?”

In that moment, it was as if San turned into an excited puppy. Gyuri felt like she could almost see his hypothetical tail wagging. Her hand automatically reached out to pet his head, but instead he took that opportunity to pull her back into bed and hug her, his arms around her waist. “Do you have a thing for my waist or something?”

“No? Not really, why?”

“Well, considering that you also did this,” Gyuri leaned back and opened her robe slightly to show him the trail of dark purple marks along her waist.

“Oh, that’s where they went,” San laughed. “I’m happy with that.”

Gyuri really couldn’t get annoyed at his face— he had such a genuine smile on his face that made her mind go blank. She felt a small smile blossom onto her face after San’s chuckles died. He looked at her, his face the epitome of a question mark, and she kissed him lightly. A light blush immediately appeared on his face, and she could feel her face start to heat up as well. He pulled her in for a longer kiss, and although it was first thing in the morning, his kisses were still so, for lack of better words, yummy.

San got dressed and Gyuri walked him to the door. He opened the door and put one foot out the threshold before turning on his heel and hugging her. Gyuri felt her body start to get a little warmer as he brought his lips to hers to deliver a soft yet passionate goodbye kiss. Honestly, she wanted to melt in his arms at that moment, but she refrained— she was still beat from the night before, so she really just wanted to go back and take a nap.

“I’ll see you later,” he told her with a brilliant, blinding smile.

He actually left this time, Gyuri shutting the door behind him. She slowly started making her way back to her bedroom, only to hear the keypad beep and the door open. She turned, thinking it was San, and was about to ask him what happened, but instead she saw Iseul. Internal panic filled Gyuri— did she see San leave? She couldn’t have, right? Maybe if she acted nonchalant, Iseul wouldn’t think anything of what just happened.

“Hey, Iseul. Welcome home,” she greeted her roommate in her usual fashion, one hand on her waist and the other waving at her.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck,” Iseul stated slowly; nonchalant definitely didn’t work.

Iseul sat across from Gyuri at the dining table, her legs crossed over each other and her hands clasped together on the table. Gyuri felt like she were a little kid and had been called down to the principal’s office. Gyuri cleared her throat and tried to navigate the uncomfortable situation to the best of her ability while inside her braincells were on fire and scrambling.

“You’re back early!”

No reaction. Iseul was still delivering a stony silence.

“How was your trip…?”

Still silence.

“How’s the family…?”

Iseul still hadn’t uttered a single word, and Gyuri really couldn’t take the suspense anymore. “Iseul, please just… ask me something or yell at me or anything. The silence is killing me.”

Iseul’s hand moved from the table to cross over her chest. Gyuri nervously swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth as she saw a dangerous glint in her roommate’s eyes.

“Who was that?”

“You know who…”

“Who. Was. That.” Iseul bit out.

“San…”

“What was San doing here this morning?”

Gyuri did not want to tell Iseul the truth. “He was helping me with my paper—”

“Hwang Gyuri, don’t you dare fucking lie to me! I want the truth! What the fuck was he doing here?!”

“He slept over the night before!”

“Why?!”

“Because we’re sleeping with each other!” She finally admitted honestly.

Iseul’s face froze and her eyes went wide. Gyuri could feel her hands and feet turn to stone. She might as well just go pick out a nice tombstone at that point because the look on Iseul’s face was going to kill her. The girl struggled for words, so Gyuri said, “Okay, let me explain, then you can ask all the questions you may have.”

Before she started, she grabbed the pitcher of filtered water and two glasses. She set them on the dining room table and took her seat. “So, one day San walked in on me cracking macadamia nuts because I was frustrated with myself and my crush on Seonghwa, and I ended up crying in front of San and telling him how I felt about Seonghwa, and then he told me that he had a crush on you but was too scared to say anything because we all thought you liked Yunho before he asked you out, so then he said we should be friends with benefits to help us cope with our feelings, and now that Seonghwa’s not part of the group and isn’t my best friend anymore, we’ve been seeing each other more frequently, so what you saw was… him leaving… the morning after…”

Iseul’s jaw must’ve been hurting because it was dropped the entire time Gyuri narrated the events leading up until that point in time. Gyuri poured a glass of water for Iseul and pushed the glass to her. With a shaking hand, Iseul picked up the glass and chugged the water. She slammed the glass on the table and said hoarsely, “Hit me again.”

Gyuri poured her more water, and after Iseul finished chugging that glass, she wiped her mouth and uttered, “Thanks…”

Sitting politely with her hands on her knees, Gyuri waited for Iseul’s next round of questions. She could hear the gears working in Iseul’s brain. A grimace found its way onto her face as she waited for the interrogation to start.

“First,” Iseul started. “You had a crush on Seonghwa?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“No?!”

“I could’ve swore I told you that day Hongjoong went to beat Seonghwa up!”

“No, bitch! You did not!”

“Oh…” Gyuri trailed off. “Well, now you know.”

“Okay, second: How’re you holding up?” Iseul moved onto her next question.

“I… What? Why?” Gyuri did not know how to answer that question.

“You had a crush on Seonghwa, so when he kicked you out of his life, you not only lost your best friend, but you lost the person you wanted to be with— and you lost him to a bitch like Bora! If I were you, I’d be a fucking mess.”

“I’m usually a fucking mess… but then San comes over… and…”

“Gross. Third: were you two fucking when he and I went on those dates?!”

“No! God, no! We stopped like a week before he confessed to you, and then we started again after your last date with him.”

“Thank God. I just needed to know for my own sanity,” Iseul breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

“This is the last question I have for now, but what’s going on between you two right now? Like are you still coping, or is this a thing, or…?”

Gyuri blinked a couple times. She and San had discussed it the night before, but she still wasn’t entirely sure by what he meant when he said he wanted to be exclusive. Were they dating? Did they put labels on the relationship? Was it the same as before? “Well, we’re going to continue to keep our relationship a secret… I think…”

“You think?”

“I know that we want to be exclusive, but we don’t want the group to know…”

“Great job with that.”

“You weren’t supposed be home today!”

“Plans change my guy!”

“Then text me next time! It scared the shit out of me when you walked in this morning! How much did you even see, anyway?” Gyuri asked.

“I saw him about to leave, then turn around and kiss you, and then leave. He didn’t see me, which was the funniest part,” Iseul pondered out loud.

“No one else was outside, right?”

“Nope, just me.”

“Okay…” Gyuri let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. She sank into the dining room chair and covered her face with her palms. She could feel the tips of her ears start to heat up, and she really hoped that Iseul didn’t notice or say anything.

“That was a good kiss, by the way,” Iseul remarked.

“Fuck! Iseul, what the hell?!” Gyuri shrieked into her hands.

“Listen, it was hot! I wish someone would kiss me like that. Also, when he left, he had the cutest smile on his face. He’s whipped for you.”

Gyuri squealed into her hands. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Iseul— she was too embarrassed. They definitely needed to keep this relationship a secret, otherwise Gyuri was going to die of cardiac arrest. She finally uncovered her face, still unable to make eye contact with Iseul, and asked, “Now that you know everything, can I go to sleep? I’m exhausted.”

“Hehe, yeah you are,” Iseul laughed suggestively.

“You are so lucky I’m sore, otherwise I would have hit you.”

“Damn, you’re sore? Is he really that good?”

Gyuri’s face was burning up. She didn’t dare utter a word, so when she heard Iseul with that irritating laugh once more, she yelled, “Shut up! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop,” Iseul chuckled. “Go get some rest.”

Still not looking at her, Gyuri scrambled to her room. She closed her bedroom door and stood inside her room for a good two seconds before flinging her door back open and rushing over to the dining table where Iseul still was. She slammed her hands down on the table and declared loudly, “You absolutely, positively cannot tell a single soul about this!”

“Relax, I won’t.”

“No, you really have to keep your mouth shut! Please! The second you say something, everyone in the group will know!”

“My lips are sealed! Fret not!”

Gyuri locked eyes with Iseul— Iseul was being genuine. Warily, Gyuri stumbled back into her bedroom and went face first into her bed. She tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was reeling, and the number one thing on her mind was that she had to tell San what the fuck just happened.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: choosan

gyuday: hey uh gyuday: something bad happened choosan: ?? gyuday: iseul saw you leave the apt gyuday: she knows now choosan: oh fuck

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