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dudadragneel · 2 months

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Hello, guys! It's me!

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He gets carsick during a trip to y n's house and when they arrive there it gets worse. Y/n takes care of him together with the members. He has a high fever during 2 nights and wants to cuddle y/n all the time. He sleeps a lot too. It was more than carsickness.

A TIRING TRIP

Vacations are around the corner and you and the boys had decided to go to your summer house to spend some quality time together. You'd agreed that you would go first to make sure the house was clean and ready, even though they insisted on helping you.

You went to the grocery store to buy everything you'd need, because you didn't really want to go out and just stay in the house, enjoying the pool, games, relaxing, sleeping, especially since the weather was nice with sunny and rainy days.

The boys rented a van to go there and they'd switch between two drivers, Lee Know and Chan, since they were the oldest of the group and had volunteered.

Hyunjin went in the first backseat row with Changbin and Felix, while Lee Know went in the passenger's seat next to Chan, who was driving first and Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin went in the last row.

- Kids, did you get everything?

- Yes.

- Then let's go!

Chan started the car and so the trip to your house started.

They were really excited about having some time off and fun altogether before they went home to meet their families.

The trip started pretty well, with music blasting, and lots of laughs but Hyunjin started to feel off a few minutes later. He had woken up with an eerie feeling that something was off and was going to happen but decided to ignore it. But he would soon find out his misery was only starting.

As the drive went by, Hyunjin started to doze off every now and then. A sharp pain on his head would appear from time to time but he associated that with the loud noises inside the car since the other members were really hype.

However, more weird symptoms started to appear. He broke in cold sweats, feeling cold and hot at the same time but when he touched his arm to check his temperature, it felt cold to the touch, almost as if his blood pressure had gone down, but he wasn't exactly feeling faint.

He drank a bit of water and opened the window to get some fresh air, hoping he'd feel a little better.

But it didn't work. He broke into cold sweats again but now his stomach started acting up, it gurgled quietly sending queasy burps up his throat, which he muffled with his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe sleeping again would help and he'd feel better once he woke up.

He managed to doze off again, but then a bump on the road broke his peace and that's when things started to get bad.

They entered an area with a rather bumpy road and he couldn't sleep again, all the swinging and jumping of the car were making him queasy. He felt his stomach twist with every move from the car, nausea building up slowly. He started to shift around in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to control the nausea and it caught Changbin's and Felix's attention.

- Hey, Hyune, is everything okay?

Hyunjin barely looked at them, afraid of moving and making his already unsettled stomach even angrier.

- I feel carsick...

He said closing his eyes again and muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Chan who was still driving heard them talking.

- Hyune, do you want me to pull over?

- No...I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah...I'll just sleep.

- Okay. Let me know if you feel like you're gonna be sick.

- hmm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths while the wind hit his face, providing the tinniest of comfort.

But it didn't last long, the road was still rough and the nausea was getting stronger. His stomach twisted, and he could feel its contents sloshing around. He broke into a cold sweat again and started swallowing convulsively when he felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started watering.

- Hyung, I don't think Hyunjin is feeling well...

Felix said as he saw the color drain from Hyunjin's face, making him pale as a sheet.

Lee Know turned around to assess the situation.

- Hyunjin, are you gonna throw up?

But the boy couldn't really answer and just nodded as he felt his stomach twist again, sending its contents up his chest until he felt it hit the back of his throat, the foul taste filling his mouth. He covered his mouth to suppress a wet burp followed by a gag.

Lee Know turned to Chan with worried eyes.

- Hyung, we should pull over.

- There's a shoulder ahead. Hang on, Hyune.

Chan sped up to reach the shoulder before Hyunjin could throw up inside the car.

Once the car came to a stop, the two oldest got out and went to the back. Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, bending over and supporting his weight on his knees.

All it took was one wet gag and a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound, making both Lee Know and Chan flinch in surprise before getting to his side.

- That's it. You're doing great, get everything out.

Chan said as he held Hyunjin's hair back and gently rubbed his back with Lee Know. That was when they realized how sweaty he was.

His stomach contracted again, not giving him time to catch his breath before making him lurch forward as another violent stream made its way out.

If it weren't for both Lee Know and Chan, he'd probably have fallen on the ground.

- Hyune, give me that hair tie on your wrist.

Chan asked, still holding the young boy's hair, and then proceeded to tie it.

Hyunjin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, his vision went blurry and he swayed on his feet. Chan and Lee Know were quick to tighten their grip on him and carefully guide him to sit down before he fainted. He was out for only a few seconds and that was enough time for the two oldest to feel how cold his skin felt, despite being so sweaty.

He regained consciousness, head pounding and ears ringing, sat up, and buried his head in between his knees.

- Hey, Hyune, how are you feeling?

- Still carsick... My stomach keeps flipping around...

He said, not dating lifting his head, so Lee Know decided to massage his nape to provide some comfort to the young boy. While he did that, Chan went back to the car to get some water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth drink some and call you.

- Hey, y/n!

- Oh, Chan! Hey! How are you? Are you guys on the road?

- I'm fine. Yes, we are but we had a little setback...

- What happened?

- Hyunjin felt carsick and we're parked in a shoulder right now.

- Really? Did he throw up or just nausea?

- He threw up. Actually, he's throwing up right now.

- oh my god. Okay, there's a rest area before you reach the house, make a stop there so he can calm down and then come. I'll get things ready for him to rest.

- Okay. See ya.

- See ya.

Chan turned off the cell phone and went back to Hyunjin's side.

The boy was still sitting down, head ducked and spitting out thick saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth.

- Hey, how are you doing?

Hyunjin only nodded a "no" and spat out again. By now, the rest of the kids were out of the car, stretching their legs and clearly worried about him.

Lee Know could feel him shudder under his hand, Hyunjin grabbed his hyung's hand for comfort as he lurched forward, another stream of watery vomit splattering between his legs and thankfully not getting on his clothes.

Both Lee Know and Chan kept rubbing Hyunjin's back as his stomach got rid of even more content and after that, he was left dry heaving, and exhausted.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- thanks...

He said weakly, grabbing the bottle with shaky hands, spitting out then drinking a bit, the cold sensation comforting his strained throat.

- Do you think you're good to get in the car?

- Just give me a minute...

- Take your time.

Chan kneeled beside him and massaged his nape while guiding him through some breathing exercises.

- thanks hyung...I feel a little better now...can you help me?

- Yes. Let's go.

Lee Know was already inside the car, he would be driving the last half to your house. Chan put his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helped him, waiting a few seconds so the boy wouldn't get dizzy.

- You good? Feel like vomiting again?

- No...just a little dizzy...

- Okay. Let's go. You'll go in the passenger's seat, being able to see the road ahead will help with your carsickness.

Chan helped Hyunjin get in the car and buckled him up before sitting in the back.

- Hey, let me know if you feel sick again, okay? We're gonna stop at a rest area before getting to y/n's house but if you feel like you're gonna puke, I'll pull over again, okay?

- Yes, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. These things can happen. Y/n is waiting for you when we get there, they said they'd get everything ready so you could rest.

He quickly got his phone to thank you, to which you replied you were ready to take care of him, making him smile a bit.

Lee Know started the car and so the last half of the ride began, the kids in the back were still quite hyped for a few minutes and then they were asleep, just like children.

Hyunjin had his sunglasses on because apart from the nausea, he had an annoying headache and the sun wasn't really helping. He did his best to focus on the road ahead to keep his stomach from acting up again.

Lee Know would glance at him every now and then to check on him, he just wanted to get to your house so his dongsaeng could rest.

At first, sitting in the front was helping, there was less motion for his eyes to capture so his inner ear was balanced, which meant his nausea was somewhat under control. But he then made the worst decision.

He thought that maybe listening to some music would help him calm down a little more and distract himself until he got home. He picked up his earphones and grabbed his cell phone, and that was his mistake.

The moment his focus changed from the road to the phone, which meant he was looking at somewhere still, while the car was moving. That messed up his inner ear and his stomach flipped, sloshing around whatever it was he still had inside along with the water he had drank a few minutes ago.

He swallowed convulsively when he felt something rushing up his chest. He covered his mouth to suppress a queasy burp, that only made him aware of the foul taste inside his mouth. He squeezed his eyes in disgust and tried swallowing again, hoping he'd be able to hold it in until they got to the rest area, so he could go to an actual bathroom.

He shifted in his seat, turning his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his stomach as if that would keep everything in place.

Lee Know noticed the distress his dongsaeng was in and knew exactly what was about to happen so he sped up.

- Hang in there, we're almost there.

He said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hyunjin could feel the foul taste in his mouth, and an air bubble trapped in his throat sent him over the edge. When he tried to burp, he ended up throwing up inside his mouth, making him able to feel every texture of food mixed with liquid. He squeezed his hand against his mouth, trying not to vomit all over himself and the car, and somehow managed to swallow. But that was the last straw, as soon as he swallowed his stomach immediately rejected it, contracting harshly making him gag into his hand.

- Shit!

Lee Know said, a sense of obvious urgency in his voice.

He entered the parking lot with perfect timing and as soon as he was parked, Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door stepping out of the car and Chan, with his father-like instincts, was already out to help the sick boy get to the bathroom.

And Hyunjin almost lost the battle against his stomach because as they walked to the bathroom, it contracted again sending hot liquid that he failed to hold, escaping through his fingers but thankfully Chan was quick to put his hands under his chin and catch it before it could soil the ground and Hyunjin's clothes.

Entering the bathroom, Hyunjin went straight into a stall, letting go of his mouth as vomit immediately escaped his lips hitting the toilet.

Chan rapidly washed his hands and went to Hyunjin's side, rubbing his back as a wet burp brought up even more putrid liquid.

- That's it, let everything out.

Hyunjin spat out thick saliva and a cough brought up what seemed to be the last of the content inside his stomach and he was left dry heaving over the toilet.

- Damn, this time was pretty bad, huh?

- I don't know what's happening, hyung...

- you're carsick. It'll get better once we get there, we're 5 minutes away now.

- Thank god...I can't handle this anymore...

- You good now? Do you feel like there's still something to get out?

- No...not really.

- then let's rinse your mouth and let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin to the sink, making sure to keep an arm around him, sensing the boy could faint at any minute given how much he'd thrown up.

The oldest boy needed something to help Hyunjin's nausea because they still had a little bit of road ahead, so he called you.

- Hey y/n!

- Hey Chan! How's Hyune?

- Not so good. We're at the rest area and he's just thrown up again.

- Oh god.

- Do you have any tips on what we can do? So we don't need to stop again?

- Actually, I do! And I don't know why I didn't remember it before.

- What is it?

- Olives!

- Really!?

- Yes! Since they're citric, they can help with the stomach. It usually works immediately. If he's feeling afraid to eat, just give him a tablespoon of the liquid part.

- Okay, then! See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Chan bought a jar of olives and handed a tablespoon to Hyunjin, who accepted it, despite looking disgusted and apprehensive to invest anything at that point.

- Trust y/n. They know what they are doing.

- Okay.

Hyunjin took the spoon and swallowed the liquid, and just like you told Chan, the relief was immediate. He felt like a new person entirely.

- Woah.

- Feel better?

- Yes...

- Alright then, let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin back to the car where they waited a few minutes until the kids finished shopping for more snacks.

The last bit to your house went on without any further incidents, thankfully.

Getting there you were already waiting for them at the porch and went down to help them with Hyunjin.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin get out of the car since the boy was feeling rather faint and you went to his side and wrapped your arms around him to guide him inside, him leaning most of his weight on you.

- You're lucky you're light babe, or we'd be on the ground now.

- I'm sorry...I feel tired...

- I know honey. Was it bad?

- Really bad.

- Oh baby, do you think you can eat something? I'm afraid you might faint, given how much you threw up.

- I guess so...the olive really helped. Thanks.

- happy to hear that.

You settled him on the couch and he was immediately knocked out then went to prepare some light food for him. While you did that, the boys took their bags to their bedrooms and went straight to the back of the house, where there was a pool and a big field.

After finishing you gently woke him up and noticed how exhausted he looked, his face was still a bit pale and he was still sweating a bit.

- Babe, here. Eat slowly okay? After that take a shower and then rest, alright?

- Okay.

He ate slowly like you advised and kept chatting with you, trying to get distracted from the discomfort he was still feeling in his stomach.

Once he was done he wanted to lay down but you prohibited him from doing that because it could make him nauseous again.

- you should stay seated, you need to let your body digest the food. If you lay down right now, it'll make you feel worse. why don't you go outside with the others? At least you can breathe some fresh air. I think that'd be good for you.

- If you're saying so, understood.

He said standing up and saluting you, getting a laugh.

Hyunjin went outside and sat down on one of the chairs, while a few of them were enjoying the pool.

He actually managed to laugh a little at Lee Know trying to learn how to swim, but he quickly controlled his reaction afraid of what Lee Know could do to him later.

Then Felix got out of the pool and sat by Hyunjin's side.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Better...a little queasy but better.

- That's good. Did you manage to eat?

- Yeah. Y/n cooks very well.

- That's true.

Felix went back into the pool and soon after you joined them, staying mostly with Hyunjin but also having fun with the others.

A few hours later, the weather changed, it was now windy, and the sky was grey so it was time to halt the activities and go back inside.

Hyunjin needed to take a shower but when he stood up from the chair, he noticed how weak he was, his legs almost gave up on him but thankfully you were by his side and wrapped your arms around him before he could fall.

- Hyune! You good?

You almost screamed, getting everyone's attention that quickly gathered around you.

- Yeah...I just felt lightheaded for a second...

- That light food definitely wasn't enough to compensate for what you vomited.

- But it was good.

- I'm glad you liked it. Now let's go inside before it starts to rain. And you need to take a shower.

Everyone was inside in the blink of an eye, dividing into teams to take a quick shower before the rain could turn into a storm with lightning. You laughed at the way they scattered around like scaredy cats.

You took Hyunjin to the bathroom upstairs, again he leaned most of his weight on you, still feeling lightheaded.

You turned on the water on the bathtub until it was lukewarm and had also bought a stool in case he wanted to take a shower instead of being in the bathtub.

- Here's a change of clothes, babe.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna stay here, okay?

- No, you don't need to.

- You're lightheaded, Hyunjin. I won't have you passing out in the bathroom, it's far too dangerous.

- But it's embarrassing...

- Oh come on, babe. It's not like I've never seen you.

- Still...it's different...

- Okay, I'll turn around. Just call me if you feel sick again.

Hyunjin decided to get into the bathtub, not really wanting to trust his body to stand during the shower.

You kept staring at the blank wall in front of you, and even though he wasn't feeling well, your mind couldn't help but wonder and just the sheer thought made you blush until your ears burned. And then Hyunjin called you, bringing you back to reality, or making your thoughts wonder even more.

- Babe...

- Hm?

You said, not looking back to respect his privacy, and blushing even harder.

- Can you wash my hair?

For some reason he was feeling weaker by the second, maybe it was the heat of the water calming him down but it seemed like his strength was leaving his body and a wave of exhaustion was washing over him.

- Yes but...are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm covered up.

- O-okay.

For some reason, that sentence made your heart skip a beat, even though you've seen him before, something about it hit differently.

You made your way to the bathtub, positioned yourself behind him, and proceeded to gently wash his hair.

For him, it felt heavenly, your touch alone comforted him in ways you didn't even know, you were his safe place. He sunk into your touch as you gave him a gentle massage, and it took everything in his power to keep calm.

You intended to relax him after the ordeal of the car trip but little did you know that it was almost doing the complete opposite.

He then gently grabbed your hand as you massaged his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on it and then pulling you for a kiss. You could feel the heat coming from his face but didn't give it much thought, assuming it was from the bath or the kiss.

- Okay, naughty boy, finish your bath so you can rest.

You said giving another kiss and going back to your spot so he could have his privacy back.

- Okay.

He finished his bath and put on the change of comfy clothes you had gotten him.

- You can turn around now, I'm fully dressed.

You turned to face a flushed-faced boy with a towel on top of his head, looking cute and tired at the same time. And he was incredibly tired, so much so that when he walked in your direction he swayed to the side and you were quick to steady him.

- Alright, that's enough standing for you. You need to lay down, come on.

You took him to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed so you could dry his hair, leaving it soaked could be bad for his health.

He was so tired that as you dried his hair, and brushed it, he ended up falling asleep. Once you were finished, you gently lay him down on the bed, covering him with a light blanket before going downstairs to have dinner with the boys and make something for him to eat before going to bed later.

- hey y/n, how's he doing?

- He's sleeping right now. Thankfully nothing happened during the bath but he was really tired.

- Did he complain about his stomach again?

- No, not really, he was just lightheaded.

- Let's hope it was just carsickness. Oh, we made dinner.

- Thank you! But you didn't have to.

- You organized everything so we could come here, it's the least we can do.

- Well, it looks delicious.

- Most of it was Lee Know who made it. And Felix baked cookies.

- Woah! Thank you!

You had dinner with the boys, chatting about life, work everything. And after you were done eating, you cooked something light again so Hyunjin could eat before going to sleep.

When you got to the bedroom he was already sitting on the bed, still looking tired.

- Hey, how are you?

- Exhausted...what's that?

- Some light food I prepared. Lee Know cooked dinner but I figured your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it so I cooked something else.

- Thank you, honey.

You set the tray on his lap and sat beside him, covering yourself up as well.

- Can you feed me?

He asked with the most cute pleading eyes he could pull off with a pout.

- You- I can't with you, Hyune.

You said laughing and then giving a little peck before picking up the spoon.

- Say ah~

You forgot to close the door and right when you were doing that, Lee Know passed by. When his brain processed what he'd just seen he took one step back and just stood there looking at you with a disgusted face and left, making you both laugh. He loved teasing both of you.

After Hyunjin finished his meal, you went downstairs to wash the dishes and came up again with a bottle of cold water for him, since he needed to be hydrated. You sat beside him and put on a movie so he could digest the food before lying down to sleep but he was asleep in the first 20 minutes.

You waited a few more minutes before you gently nudged him awake so he could lay down and you lay down as well.

He was feeling so exhausted that he wanted you to be the big spoon, which you gladly accepted.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can you rub my back for me?

- Sure.

Just like before, your touch always made him feel comfortable and safe and that's everything he needed now. You gently rubbed patterns on it and you could feel him relax under your hand, and a few minutes later you were also asleep.

A few hours into the night, Hyunjin's body started to feel incredibly off. He broke into cold sweats, he was shivering as if someone had put the AC at 0°C, his whole body ached, and even the touch of the fabric of his clothes felt like it touching burned skin. No matter how much he covered himself, the shiver wouldn't stop and neither the cold would get better.

His head was throbbing, so much so he could hear and feel his heartbeat. His breathing became erratic and he was panting like he ran a marathon.

To add to his misery, his stomach was acting up as well, cramping and gurgling, as if making a statement he shouldn't have eaten, or even had gone out of the house.

It burned as if it had been lit on fire, both his stomach and his body. He tried taking deep breaths to regain control of his breathing but failed.

Then, his stomach cramped again, its contents sloshing around, rushing up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth now filling with saliva.

He started to swallow convulsively because he thought his body didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the bed and to the bathroom he was sure he'd pass out. He kept on swallowing, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He managed to survive the first wave but it only lasted seconds before his stomach cramped again, as if warning him he didn't have much of a choice.

Hyunjin felt something rush up his chest, and esophagus and hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a foul-tasting liquid and pieces of food.

He covered his mouth with his hand when a wet gag ripped through him and tried getting up as quickly and quietly as possible not to wake you, even though he wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom bracing the wall for support because he was sure if he didn't do that, he'd pass out.

He opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it behind him, reaching the sink, grabbing the edges for support and immediately vomiting a thick stream of undigested chunky food.

Before the next wave, he managed to move to the toilet before it gushed out of him getting on the edges before he could kneel as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't know whether he wanted you there or if he wanted you to have a good night's sleep.

But it was too late. Since the house was extremely silent, you heard the sound of retching and something splashing in the water and jumped out of bed quickly realizing what was happening.

You knocked on the bathroom already making your way in and seeing Hyunjin vomit pale brown liquid into the toilet. You rushed to his said to hold his hair that was down before it got vomit on it.

- Oh baby...why didn't you call me?

- S-sorry...didn't want to wake you up-

He managed to say before gagging wetly followed by a queasy burp that brought another wave of vomit. You started rubbing his back and immediately noticed that the situation was a lot worse than you expected. As soon as you touched his back he winced and you could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes.

- Oh my god, babe, you are burning up.

- I-I really don't feel well...

He said defeated with a shaky voice, hesitantly lifting his head to look at you and your heart dropped when you took in the expression on his face. He looked like he was in unbearable pain, his face looked pale and flushed at the same time, his hair was considerably wet with sweat and he was breathing erratically.

- Babe, you might've caught a stomach bug.

He quickly turned his head back to the toilet as he felt another wave rushing up his throat, this time a rather harsh one, making his back arch and face go red from the strain.

- Oh baby...I'm so sorry this is happening to you. But you might feel better if you let everything out.

You said as you proceeded to rub his sweaty back, and again placing your hand on his forehead, still shocked with his body temperature.

- Babe, I'm really worried about your fever...

- it hurts... everything hurts...

You then heard soft knocks on the door before they were slowly opened, showing concerned faces from Chan and Lee Know.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked getting closer to you with Lee Know following behind.

- No. He started throwing up again and he's burning up. Look.

Both Chan and Lee Know checked Hyunjin's forehead and were as shocked as you with the heat coming from him.

- I'll get the thermometer.

Chan said leaving Lee Know to help you with Hyunjin.

- I guess it wasn't just carsickness.

- Here.

Chan said giving you the thermometer.

- 39°C! That's too high!

Hyunjin who was resting his weight on your body, suddenly jerked forward, vomit escaping his lips before he could reach the toilet and getting on his clothes. You pat his back to help him through another thick wave of undigested food.

The sight made Lee Know and Chan grimace.

He spat out thick saliva before a wet burp brought up another mouthful of putrid liquid.

- Oh baby...

You said still rubbing his back and holding his hair.

After this round, he was left dry heaving over the toilet and you helped him lay his weight on you again. And it felt like he'd gotten worse during his rounds of vomiting, his body was scorching hot, face still pale and flushed, shivering and out of breath.

- I don't feel well...

That was all he managed to say before fainting due to the strain and high fever.

- Shit.

- Should we take him to the bedroom?

- It's best we help him get clean. And his fever is too high, we should bring it down.

They helped Hyunjin by holding his legs up, while his head rested on your thighs, in an attempt to get his blood circulation back to normal. And after 3 minutes, he woke up, confused with everything.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Weak and queasy...

- You have a really high fever, Hyunjin. We need to bring it down. And you need a new change of clothes. Come on, we'll help you.

Chan helped Hyunjin take off his clothes until he was left only with his boxers and settled him in the bathtub.

- I will turn on the water now okay? It'll be lukewarm.

- Ok...

He said, sounding as weak as he could be at that moment. He felt so exhausted you had to hold his head while Chan cleaned him with a wet cloth.

But even though he was barely conscious, he'd wince every time the water or the cloth touched his skin, because it felt like he had burn injuries all over.

Lee Know had gone out to get some medications and sports drinks for Hyunjin.

You left Hyunjin with Chan while you went to grab a new set of clothes for him.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell us?

- I...I wasn't feeling anything...just carsick. I thought it would get better after...but it only got worse...

- Here.

You said entering the bathroom with a set of hoodie and sweatpants. Chan helped him out of the tub and sat him on the edge of it so you could dress him, and kept holding him the whole time because Hyunjin no longer had the strength to hold his own body.

Lee Know who had gone out to get medications for the sick boy arrived to help.

- Hey, can you walk to the bedroom?

He asked, getting close to Hyunjin and patting his shoulder. The sick boy only nodded a "no", not having the strength to lift his head.

- I'll help you come on.

Lee Know had to carry Hyunjin bridal style to the bedroom because as soon as he helped the boy up, his legs gave up on him, vomiting and the high fever had completely dried out his energy.

Lee Know settled an almost passed-out Hyunjin on the bed and then gathered with you and Chan to discuss what to do.

- Okay, this is way more than carsickness.

- The fever might be related to a stomach bug or something else.

- Should we take him to a hospital? Call the staff?

- No. He's gotten sick similar to this once. 39°C is still a temperature we can deal with. If it gets past that, it'd be safer to take him to the hospital.

- I got some Tylenol and antiemetics and some stomach medication that helps with gastritis symptoms. And sports drinks. He shouldn't take these pills on an empty stomach but I think trying to feed him now will only make him throw up again, so let's try giving him an antiemetic along with the other one so he can take the pill with the sports drink.

- Okay.

- Should we tell the others?

- No. let them rest. We'll tell them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's try to give him the medication.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin sit upright and held him, while you gave him the medication and Chan held a bucket nearby just in case things didn't work out.

Hyunjin was so weak he barely managed to drink or swallow the pill. After taking it, he dry heaved over the bucket that Chan was quick to hold in front of him, but thankfully he didn't throw up.

- Hey, y/n. Call us if you need anything, okay? We'll have our phones on the whole time.

Chan said as he was leaving your bedroom with Lee Know.

- I will. Goodnight

- Goodnight

And so Hyunjin immediately fell asleep but not before making sure to ask you to be the big spoon, he desperately needed comfort, even if his whole body stung with any touch, he still needed to feel you next to him.

And so you did, you covered him up and yourself and hugged him, and it broke your heart when you felt him shivering through your body.

After a while, he stopped shivering and seemed to be asleep, so you carefully placed your hand on his forehead and noticed he was still hot, but not as hot as before, meaning the medication was working.

He shifted a little and mumbled a few words before falling asleep again.

- Can you scratch my back?

He said really softly, almost whispering.

- Of course.

You whispered and backing a little bit away from him so you could use your arms. And yes, he was still hot and sweaty and you were just hoping he could sleep the whole night and wake up better. But that wasn't going to happen.

About two hours after you settled in bed, Hyunjin started shivering again and tossing and turning. His head was throbbing again and every fiber of his body ached like they'd been lit on fire. The nausea he felt earlier had come back, ten times stronger, he could already feel liquid coming up his chest, his stomach gurgling loudly and cramping.

He just squeezed his eyes and curled up in a ball hugging the blanket tightly, gritting his teeth, swallowing convulsively, trying to control his body because he knew he didn't have the strength to get up and drag his tired body to the bathroom.

He even contemplated for a second but decided not to, knowing he'd probably pass out on the way there.

But his body was determined to get anything else he had inside of him.

As he tried to keep everything in, his stomach cramped and contracted shooting its contents rapidly up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, the only thing he managed to do was drag his torso partially off the bed just in time for a wave of vomit escape his mouth and hit the ground, waking you up startled.

- Hyune? What is it?

You said already sitting up and assessing the situation.

- S-sorry-

Was everything Hyunjin managed to say before spilling more putrid liquid onto the bedroom floor, you sitting on the bed rubbing his back and holding his hair as he lay there miserably. You didn't even bother getting up to get a towel since the mess was already made so you just let him get everything out before doing something.

- Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean this up later, just get everything out, okay?

You didn't even need to say that since a wet burp brought up a mix of brown liquid and bile, continue to soil the floor next to the bed.

- Oh my baby...you're really sick.

He spat out thick saliva and managed to breathe for a few seconds, before another wave ripped through his body, causing him to get red with the strain, and after that, there were only unproductive gags.

- Do you think you're done?

- Hmm...

- Just a second.

You said leaving the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe his mouth.

- Do you feel better? After getting that out?

- No, not really... everything hurts....

You studied his complexion, turned pale, really flushed cheeks, sweaty to the point his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. You brushed his bangs out of the way to place your palm on his forehead, making him wince at the touch.

- Sorry. Your fever is definitely high again. Let me see

The thermometer was marking an alarmingly high temperature yet again.

- 39.8°C! I'm not gonna try to give you medication again Because you'll probably throw up. But we need to bring it down somehow.

You grabbed one of the towels you used to shower to cover the vomit on the floor and keep it from getting even dirtier.

- I'm gonna get an ice bag downstairs, okay?

You said, motioning to leave but Hyunjin didn't let you. He held you by the wrist and made you sit on the bed again, his hot hand touching your skin.

- Babe, I feel the heat radiating off of you just by your touch...

- I don't want to be alone...

He said almost breaking down.

- Okay, I won't.

You said kissing the top of his head and then grabbed your phone to text Chan to help you.

- Chan, Hyunjin threw up again and his fever spiked. It's 39.8°C.

- Oh my god!

- But I don't think giving him medication now is a good choice...but we need to bring it down somehow.

- What do you need me to do?

- Downstairs, in a cabinet in the kitchen there's an ice bag. Can you get it for me? Also a bowl with some cold water?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Chan quickly gathered the things you asked for and entered the bedroom just in time to catch Hyunjin vomiting again, this time soiling the towel you had put there.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I'll clean this up, okay? And bring a bucket.

- Thanks, Chan.

Chan grabbed two buckets, one for Hyunjin and the other to clean the mess so you didn't have to.

Once he was done, he helped you clean Hyunjin and try to bring down his fever. He sat behind the sick boy on the bed to support his weight while you used a wet cold cloth to wipe him.

You were done, you helped him dress in another shirt since the one he was using was drenched in sweat.

- Thanks, Chan. For the help.

- No problem. If you need anything else just text me.

- Thanks again.

Hyunjin was basically passed out, he had absolutely no strength left in his body so he slumped back into the bed.

- Babe...can I lay on your lap...?

He said, voice raspy.

- Of course. Come here.

You helped him lay down on your thighs and proceeded to place a wet cold cloth on his forehead, earning a wince from him, but he fell asleep immediately after.

- I hope you'll feel better soon, baby.

You don't know how but you managed to doze off, waking up a few times to check his temperature that kept on oscillating between 38°C and 39°C, thankfully not hitting 40°C but still alarmingly high.

Hyunjin slept through the rest of the night but woke up rather early with a throbbing headache and shivers.

You tried to get up to make him breakfast but he didn't let you, he was really clingy and you couldn't blame him. But the boys helped you by making breakfast for you and something light for Hyunjin and brought it to the bedroom.

Hyunjin's stomach had given him a little break so he could eat breakfast and take a few medications after, such as an antiemetic and some Tylenol for the persistent fever.

You waited a few minutes and he didn't throw up, which was a good sign. When he was feeling a little better from his headache, you suggested he took another bath, and just like the day before, you stayed with him. And you were glad you did because after he changed his clothes he ended up fainting for a brief moment, the boys helping you carry him out of the bathroom.

You decided to stay in the living room with him for a while so he could breathe some fresh air and be with the boys, maybe they could distract him.

You needed to rest a while and take a bath so the boys stayed with Hyunjin, who was settled with a blanket on the couch.

A few of them went outside to play, and the others stayed in the house, keeping Hyunjin company and resting as well.

The sick boy who was lying down, arm covering his eyes, felt a sudden burning sensation in his stomach. "Fuck" was the first thing that came to mind, his body just didn't want to give him a break.

That burning sensation quickly morphed into a strong nausea, filling his mouth with foul-tasting liquid.

He quietly coughed once, when he felt something tickling his throat, but that only brought his stomach's contents even closer to getting out.

Hyunjin hurriedly sits up, hand covering his mouth, but the single motion of doing that is enough to make his stomach contract, a wet muffled burp sending vomit through his fingers, soiling the floor in the middle of his legs.

The sound of something splattering on the ground alerted Lee Know who was in the kitchen and quickly ran to aid his dongsaeng.

- What's wrong? Did you feel nauseous again?

- I'm sorry- I couldn't call-

Hyunjin tried to say but his body had other plans, he moved his soiled hand away from his mouth ducking his head as a stream of vomit gushed out of him, mixing with the mess on the floor.

Lee Know was sitting beside him patting and rubbing his back, trying to provide a bit of comfort as his dongsaeng proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor.

- Just keep going, get everything out. Hyung will clean this up later.

Despite the grossness of the situation, Lee Know didn't seem bothered one bit. Being a father to 3 cats had its perks, he dealt with similar things in his house so he kept his cool.

Once Hyunjin was done puking, or at least when he was only spitting out very thick saliva, Lee Know grabbed a mop, a bucket, and some water.

He gave the bottle to Hyunjin so he could rinse his mouth and try to get rid of the putrid taste and cleaned the mess on the floor, leaving the bucket beside the couch.

- I-i'm sorry, hyung...

- Don't worry about it, okay? It's not your fault.

Lee Know said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder before going to put the soiled cloth to wash.

When he came back Hyunjin was still in the same position, kind of in shock with everything that was happening for the last 12h hours or so.

- What is it?

Lee Know asked, sitting beside him.

- I'm scared, hyung...I'm tired...but I feel like I can throw up any time...I'm afraid of lying down....

- Don't worry, Hyunjin-ah. Hyung is right here, I'll help you whenever you need. Just try to get some sleep.

Lee Know gently wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and lay down the sick boy, noticing his fever was high again and confirming with a thermometer. Since taking medication was a big no at the moment, he got the ice bag, put it under Hyunjin's pillow, and placed an ice pad on his forehead.

And just like he promised, he stayed by his side until the next round of vomiting started but this time Hyunjin didn't want to be sick in front of everyone.

- Hyung...I'm gonna throw up, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said weakly, trying to sit up. Lee Know once again wrapped his arms around Hyunjin helped him up and guided him to the bathroom where the boy proceeded to vomit for a few good minutes.

After that, Lee Know brought him back to the living room and you were done resting so you were going to watch him for the time being.

Needless to say, it was another very tiring day and night for all nine of you, Hyunjin's fever kept spiking up, oscillating all the time, he managed to drink some sports drink only to throw up hours later, sometimes on the floor, bucket, bathroom. All eight of you took turns to take care of him, by helping him shower, eat and rest.

At some point, you all decided it was best to take him to the ER to at least know what was wrong and your guess was right, stomach flu. He spent a few hours on IV fluids to help hydrate him and he also had some intravenous antiemetics to prevent him from throwing up even more.

The next days of the trip consisted of all of you nursing him back to health until he was finally okay to enjoy a little bit before going back.

Having you and the members in his life was truly a blessing.

Oh and needless to say, those of you who spent more time with him while he was sick, you, Chan, and Lee Know were just as miserable in the following weeks but they had each other and you had Hyunjin to take care of you and return the favor.

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episodic - part 3

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Summary: It's business as usual. At least it looks like it, and that has to count for something. The boys do a bit of arts and crafts. Krupp takes a step back.

A/N: literally the worst part of writing fic for CU is trying to think of pranks. they’re up there with choreographing fight scenes. also these next chapters were brought to you by: me referencing the movie’s art book i got as a gift. Locations And Fascinating Objects section my beloved…

this chapter's scene went through a lot of shuffling-- melvin was supposed to be in this one. but alas, once this was finalized he was pushed back into the next chapter. ideally. at the earliest. its been almost 4 years, i swear he actually has a part to play in this AU, he's technically part of the core secondary cast--

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Back in the present day, the boys snuck into the art room. Even now, there wasn’t a proper class for it in Jerome Horwitz, despite The Prank For Good. But because of it, Krupp never had the thought to put it under lock and key again. The doors still remained unlocked for any kid that needed it. And George and Harold had a big need. In fact, they had been caching away supplies when no one was looking.

Captain Underpants trailed behind them; he looked at the room and gave a small nod, murmuring something about being “back at the start”.

“What will we be doing this time, sidekicks?” He clapped his hands together. “Oh! I could try and ask for a carnival again–”

“NO!” both of them shouted. The hero jumped up in surprise and stayed in a low hover.

George was the quicker of the two to regain composure. “No, no– we’re doing something different.”

“Oh.”

Harold unpacked the contents of his bag. There was a ridiculous amount of flour and bottles around them, along with other plastic pails and shovels.

“Ooh, are we making a cake? Can I decorate it?” Captain asked.

George sighed. “It’s not for a cake.”

“Well, what is it for?”

Harold dumped a bunch of flour and oil into the largest bucket with the glee reserved for children about to make a huge mixture of stuff. “Sand!”

When the hero continued to look baffled, George cut in. “With Krupp instating the grade-wide assignment gauntlet, we have to retaliate with the exact opposite of that.”

“…Recess?”

“Close!” Harold began to mix the concoction with a plastic shovel. “Summer vacation!”

“And we need to make a lot to really sell the beach vibe.”

“Oh…” Captain nodded with the confidence of someone who had no idea what that meant. He knelt down and gave a curious sniff at the flour sand, catching the faint whiff of some sort of cooking oil. mix his own bucket the other boy handed to him.

To make a long story short, they managed to create enough of it to create a sizable layer in at least two classrooms. They hauled the first half of it to Guided’s classroom–or rather, Captain flew it over in record time. He began to push all the desks back and started to stack them high up against the edges of the wall. It reminded Harold of that one time he showed George a boardwalk on a faded postcard, tall buildings looming over sandy beaches.

“Why only two?” Captain asked as he stacked some of the desks on the teacher’s desk. “Why not make the whole school a beach?”

The boys perked up from their efforts to place the sand evenly across the classroom floor.

“‘Cause the first big tests are in Ms. Guided and Ribble’s classrooms,” Harold said.

“We’d have loved to do something big," George explained as he scattered the beach toys. "Really put the last big prank that happened here to shame–”

“But we had to improvise. Go for lots of smaller ones for the first part of this plan, you know?”

“First part?” Captain echoed.

“Yeah!” Harold continued, ushering them all out of the room. Captain followed in a low hover, and George swept over the remaining footprints with a hand. Looking back at their work, it looked like no one was ever in the room.

“The first bit is to wear all the teachers and Krupp down. And then–”

“Bam.” he punched into his own open palm. “That’s where you come in!”

Captain tilted his head. “I thought this was where I came in?”

“What? No– I mean, we appreciate your help, but you have a bigger part to play here.”

“I do?” he asked.

“We figured you’d want to get back at Krupp, right?” George said.

Captain was silent, his expression dumbfounded.

“With enough pressure, he’ll back off from you and he’ll back off with all the sudden assignments!” Harold clarified. “It’ll be great.”

“We’re not sure how long he’s planning on making everyone miserable, but we’re planning for the long game.”

That seemed to make things more murky for him but the curiosity still remained. He tilted his head with furrowed brows, as if trying to figure out the connection between the two facts. “…How long, exactly?”

“As long as it takes.” Harold gave him a good natured punch to the side. “Now come on, let’s get the other classroom set up.”

The boys grabbed his hands and led him back to the art room, chatting about what else they could do.

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The school didn’t know what hit them.

Later that day, the fourth graders enjoyed the slices of beaches in the pair of classrooms. They made their sandcastles and moats as the teachers tried– and failed– to get their papers from their desks buried under their own students’ desks.

And on the day after that, there was the petting zoo in the math classrooms on the same day a calculator-less test on long division was meant to happen. It was no tiger, but the kids enjoyed petting the sheep. For extra salt in the wound, there were numbers drawn in bright colors on their wool.

Corralling the animals out was one thing. Finding out they were only Sheeps #1-6 and 8 was another, leaving all the teachers to scramble to find the last sheep of the set for the past few hours.

Apparently, the third time wasn’t the charm as George and Harold were called into the principal’s office. When they walked in, he had never bothered to close one of the desk drawers, clearly embroiled in whatever work principals do. Krupp was faced away from them, yelling into the phone.

“How many times do I have to explain it to you, there probably isn’t a Sheep #7– are you falling asleep counting them?” He turned to face them and grimaced. “I’ll get back to you.”

He hung up the phone, glaring at them as they took their respective seats.

“Care to explain the last few days?”

Harold shifted in his seat as he gave a glance to the other boy. “We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“We were a bit too busy dealing with the sudden wave of assignments and tests to try anything,” George added with a shrug.

“Don’t play innocent with me. The gaps in my memory are extremely obvious.” He waggled an accusatory finger at them.

“Like we said, we were busy–”

“What– watching him get bit by sheep yesterday?!” He held up his other arm filled with band aids of various sizes.

George leaned over to the other boy and whispered, “Man, they can be really vicious, huh?”

Krupp slammed his fists onto his desk. He opened his hands. Closed them. Before pushing himself off his seat to look down at them. “Whether you’ll actually admit it, I’ll cut to the chase. Stop whatever you’re trying to do.”

“If it was us, why would we? You started it.”

“Oh, hah–” He let out an incredulous, breathless laugh at that. “I started it? You’re one to talk after all you’ve done to me. You should be grateful I don’t just hold you back right now for that comment!”

Harold was unmoved. “Man, you got so much worse– I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Oh, I can do so much worse after your little breaking and entering stunt,” he shot back. “Invading my privacy, looking into things you shouldn’t–”

“So you admit you were talking to him.”

“Now I never said anything about talking, have I?”

George and Harold leveled a glare at him, refusing to give him any confirmation or satisfaction that he was right. “So that is why you cracked down on the entire fourth grade, huh?”

“Or maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m losing sleep over mysterious injuries!” The boys wanted to speak up, but he refused to give them that. “And– and, seeing the school be nearly destroyed multiple times a week.”

“Not like you really cared about the school before,” George grumbled.

Krupp spluttered furiously, turning a new shade of red in the process. “Says the children who keep on endangering it and wasting its resources!"

“We’re saving the school!”

“From problems you made up.” He slowly made his way around his desk to them. “Is that why you made me your little stooge? Were you just tired and wanted to feel important in your little superhero fantasy? Or was getting rid of me the main motivation here?”

George stood up from his chair. “Oh, if we could have, we would have!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, it suddenly felt like the office had turned somewhat askew. Gone was the red in Krupp’s face and gone was the anger– if anything, he looked like he had been slapped in the face. His mouth opened. Closed. Nothing.

The boys were suddenly aware of the clock ticking, now that it was completely silent. George couldn’t help but be reminded of the time he said something that crossed some unseen line with his mom.

And just as quickly as the conversation was fishtailing out of what any of them were used to, the principal clambered for any sense of control.

“I’ll deal with the both of you later.” He put up a hand to rub his temples– and conveniently hid his eyes. “Get out.”

Harold blinked. “What–”

“NOW!” He whipped his arm to point at the door.

They stumbled out of their seats and ran without a second thought.

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For the rest of the last class of the school day, Harold was sitting on pins and needles as he looked at the clock. While most kids looked at it expectantly for the final bell to ring, right now he was dreading it. He figured George was doing the same.

Krupp getting the jump on them was a matter of when today , not if, especially when he was as mad as he was earlier.

Five minutes. He glanced to the front of the class. Even Rected was struggling with the new mandate to increase kids’ work. Which, he guessed, made sense– more work for them meant more stuff the teachers had to look at.

Two minutes.

Speaking of work, he was quickly scribbling out some ideas for the next issues. Though he couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to the other prank plans they had– he figured by the way Rected was pulling at his hair, they can bring Captain in for the cherry on top by the end of next week–

The speakers screeched to life. There was a beat of silence long enough for someone to ask if Krupp called an announcement on accident, until–

“Pop science fair, end of this week,” he said tersely. “Hope you can wow the teachers, since this is now a good chunk of your mark. How much? That’s the ‘pop’ part of that.”

The kids began to groan and slam their heads on their desks. Even more heads fell on their desks as another screech echoed through the school.

“You have George Beard and Harold Hutchins to thank for that. That will be all.”

The bell rang. One by one, everyone turned his direction, some shocked, others confused, many furious. Even Mr. Rected gave a baffled look.

After dodging the onslaught of kids ready to hound him or worse due to the announcement, he found George running down the hallway for similar reasons. At some point along the way, the other boy got their skateboards and helmets. With a frantic throw, they skateboarded out of the front yard and down the quickest route to their house.

“George?” Harold said, once they turned to their street. He had been eerily silent the whole time.

The other boy jumped off his own board and pulled his helmet off. He could see how much sweat was on his forehead now.

“Change of plans–” He stomped the end of the skateboard to make it stand before quickly grabbing it. “We’re taking stock of everything tonight.”

Harold stared at him. He knew why– he could still feel a flare of indignation from that announcement.

It was like George read his mind. “What Krupp said– those were fighting words. We’re going to move the Captain Plan up next.”

He gave a curt nod.

#mellsian fanfics #captain underpants #sticky notes au #estimated chapter total for this is uh #six now! may fluctuate but Yeah :)

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dylansslutt · 9 months

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judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

i got this tip thing working, i do work full time & go to school so any tips are welcomed and appreciated but either way ty all.

anywhore here is the third part/ im thinking final part as well. let your imagination think of the end... unless too many of yall want more.

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summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

taking small pain killers help.

the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late.

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you.

hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome.

shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down.

smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

“got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

“can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

“y/n?”

you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?”

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

“if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

“just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.”

with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door.

the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

“thomas?”

the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.” it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say.

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly.

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

“tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you.

“i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

“so fuckin’ beautiful.”

your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

“taste good too.”

he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

“oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

“do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

“never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

“just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist.

“i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

“ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

“say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

“yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

“wh-what did you do?”

“do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.”

his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

“what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

“i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder.

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

“you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

“eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

you had to give a answer.

“i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

“charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

“i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him. “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.”

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

“ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

“i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

“hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

“well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”

moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.”

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

“what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

“ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

“yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

“what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward.

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

“give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

“come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

“the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard.

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay.

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy.

in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground. “you know who your fucking messing with?”

he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

“melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy.

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

“thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

“but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

“i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did.

“someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

“mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

“n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

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arndylevinbarber · 2 years

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THE ENDING OF SUNFLOWER I GASPED

can we please get a prt 2 on how the reader dies?

love your work as always 🫂♥️

A/N: Yes you can!!! Also thank you so much for appreciating what I write <3 That means so much to meeeeee!!!

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Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader | Robert Pronge x Reader (past)

Warnings: Fluff | Stalking | Major character death

WC: 929-

Part 1

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Lloyd kept his promise. He laid off work for an entire month to take you away in a secluded location near the beach and it was the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. Every morning was composed of him pulling you closer, whining and mumbling “Five more minutes sunshine…” as you tried to get up and get ready for the day. Honestly, could you ever say no to him?

However, secluded didn’t mean privacy for just the two of you. He insisted that he keep his men with him at all times just in case an emergency happens with the reassurance that he did not have any clients to tend and you had him all to yourself.

“Sunshine, you wanna go scuba diving today?” He asked as he took a bite of his breakfast, watching your every move as he realized that he missed the feeling of domestic bliss. He saw a future with you, a family even and he couldn’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle and have you hear his vows.

“Yes please! I’ve never done it before and those Tiktoks make them look so fun and interesting.” Beaming at your lover, you nod eagerly at his suggestion. In all honesty, you two could stay in the entire day and your happiness rate would stay at 100%. It seemed like Lloyd was everything you’ll ever need in your life and throughout this vacation, he kept proving your thoughts right.

“I’ll go make a quick phone call then let’s go, okay? Finish your food.” He says before getting up, placing an airpod in his ear as he taps away on his phone. You really didn’t care about his business because that’s not what entirely defined Lloyd. He had another side to him, a side that he only shows to you because you were the only one worthy of his vulnerability.

As you were almost done with your breakfast, you heard three faint knocks on the door followed up with: “Housekeeping! Complimentary breakfast for Mr. and Mrs. Hansen!”

Lloyd was out on the balcony and you knew you were safe in his presence so what was the harm in answering the door, right? Rising up to your feet, you make your way towards the foyer before opening the door to be greeted by an old lady holding a push cart. She made her way towards the dining room before leaving and you muttered a soft “Thank you.” just before you closed the door.

Being a naturally curious being, you lifted off the silver lid that was covering the food and your mouth instantly watered at the sight of different pastries plated nicely on fine china. Picking up a bagel that was already cut in half, you excitedly spread some cream cheese onto it before taking a big bite, letting the flavors register into your mouth.

It was only a few seconds before Lloyd heard a thud and when he walked back in the dining area, there you were laying down on the ground lifeless and quickly turning pale.

“Hey sweets.” The long haired man planted a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered the kitchen, placing his apron down on the island, he then made his way to the fridge to retrieve a beer.

“I want to break up.” You spoke directly as you kept your head down, refusing to look at the man as you were terrified of how he’ll react.

“Okay.” It was all that he said out loud. Silly girl, you’ll always be mine.

The relationship you used to have with Robert was stagnant. What you felt when you got together was that you didn’t really love him to an extent of seeing a family with him and you stayed because he was enough to fill the void in your heart. He never did you wrong nor did he see you as just a toy for him to play with. You felt cherished and important and you really were. If only you found out what he really did for a living back then, you would know that you have major issues when it comes to being attracted to men who murder like it’s a sport.

After gathering your belongings and loading them into your car, you give Robert a goodbye hug and thank him for everything, even offering to stay friends. He only gave you a sad smile and one final kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll be here when you need me sweets. You don’t even have to ask if I’m busy.”

But you didn’t have to know about Robert putting a tracker in your phone as he watched where you were going every day. You didn’t have to know that Robert watched your entire first conversation with Lloyd and you definitely didn’t need to know that Robert’s target wasn’t you in the first place so you can only imagine the look on his face when you fell down on the ground.

“Cyanide poisoning?! Who the fuck got into that resort?! I need answers, now!” Saying that Lloyd was angry is an understatement. He was beyond furious and there were only two things that he wanted to do:

Have you back and alive

Kill the one who killed you with his bare hands

“We checked the CCTV footage and there was a man who snuck into the kitchen and added a substance into the pastries, sir.” A man showed him a tablet containing the video and as Lloyd took a closer look, he felt his blood boil even more.

“Fuckin’ Pronge… god fucking dammit! I need him here and alive, move!”

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leiakenobi · 2 years

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A Softer Side

Fandom: Suburbicon (2017) Pairing: Bud Cooper/F!Reader (no pronouns) Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.3k Summary: A morning after with Bud. Warnings: This is a very mild mature but there is some referenced sexual content so 18+ only pls!! A/N: Back in June I took some fic requests, and I wrote this one to fulfill a prompt for @budcooper! The request was “wearing their lover’s clothes! (also, “can I get my shirt back? ’'no.”)” I took a few liberties with the dialogue, but I don’t think you’ll mind the direction I went, hehe. Many thanks for the prompt, lovely. 💜

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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You wake to the faint sound of rain, pattering against the window, and for a few delirious moments, you have no idea what time of day it is or where you are.

It’s a strange bed, a new bed, but with sheets comfortable enough that you vaguely remember waking up in them at some point earlier and nestling back into them easily, automatically—it was raining then, too, a fact which makes the present moment feel timeless and intangible and--

Oh.

Your eyes pop open and the details of the previous night begin to rush over you, helped along by the sight of Bud’s ceiling.

(It would be safe to say that you spent… some stretch of time gazing up at it last night, although in the moment, your focus was more directed toward tugging at Bud’s hair while he pressed his tongue inside you.)

It was raining when you got here, too—harder than it is now, hard enough that you had to stop Bud from putting his hands all over you so that you could hang your discarded dress up on a hanger over his tub to dry. But whereas it had been dark and bleak when you tumbled through his front door, a dull, gray light now shines in where the curtains fall open on the far side of the room.

Coupled with Bud’s empty side of the bed – vacated long enough that the spot is cold – and the smell of pancakes wafting in through the open door, you’re left to conclude that it’s well and truly morning.

And from the way your stomach has just started rumbling, it’s beginning to feel increasingly urgent that you get out of bed and greet the day.

You regret it almost at once, because the room is chilly and your dress is on the other side of the house and it wouldn’t really accomplish much in terms of keeping you warm and or cozy, anyway—that’s not what it was intended for.

(It was intended to make Bud’s eyes bug out, and in that, at least, it was successful.)

So instead, with very little forethought and absolutely no shame or hesitation, you take a peek through Bud’s clothes in search of something to pull on. It’s strange – it’s nice, but unexpected – to get a glimpse at a different sort of Bud through his wardrobe, a Bud that doesn’t just wear the pristine, finely-tailored suits to work every day. You try to picture Bud wearing only a ratty undershirt, try to picture him in pajama pants, and as you pull on a clean pair, you realize—that might be what he’s wearing to putter around in the kitchen downstairs.

Better go look.

Alright—he evidently didn’t bother with a shirt before coming down here (which you don’t mind), but the pants are faded and hang low at his waist in a way that you don’t think they did, at first. In a way that he’s let the elastic wear down rather substantially since buying them.

“I like seeing this side of you,” you say softly.

Bud turns around in a flash, wielding a spatula in his surprise. At the sight of you, though, his eyes soften, giving you a prolonged look up and down. “Good morning to you, too.”

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “I was getting to that,” moving across the kitchen floor as you speak. Bud holds out his free, non-spatula hand and catches your waist the moment you’re within reach, pulling you in until your pelvis slots against his. And there, with his eyes sharp and playful and his mouth tantalizingly close to yours, you say, “Good morning.”

He hums and takes a moment to look over your features. Goodness, with his dark eyes and lids half-closed, you’ve barely been touching him for an instant but you’d almost guess that he’s already thinking about--

“What side of me?” he asks, rather than kissing you or moving his hand or holding you tighter.

You’d already nearly forgotten—but Bud has always been fond of hearing precisely what you had to say about him, the uncensored and the shameless and, on occasion, the vaguely derogatory.

(No, the cleanshaven look did not suit him, and he deserved to hear someone say so.)

So of course he would make sure to coax your impressions out of you now.

Smiling pleasantly, you tell him, “The less polished side. Here I’d always imagined that you must own a matching silk pajama set for every day of the week or something like that.”

“Oh, I do.” In response to your raised eyebrows, Bud amends, “Well, not for every day of the week. But I do have silk pajamas. For sleeping.”

You’re so busy trying to conjure up the image – especially because you certainly didn’t find any of these sets during your cursory search through his wardrobe, you’ll have to look harder – that it takes you completely by surprise when Bud steals a quick kiss before releasing his grip on you to return his focus to the stovetop and flip the pancakes that he’d been in the middle of preparing.

Not burnt, but perhaps just a little on the side of too brown.

Still—as always, Bud seems to have a remarkable handle on all facets of the situation.

“So fancy matching silk pajama sets for sleeping…” You trace your fingertips along his spine. “And then what, these are your lazy slob clothes?”

He glances up from the pancakes with one eyebrow raised. “Those are at the cleaners.”

You giggle. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Bud sniffs. “I’d never really thought about it. I like to be comfortable sometimes. You’re not going to tell everyone at the office, are you?”

“Considering that that would mean having to let them know they were right about us, no, I wasn’t planning on it.”

The corner of Bud’s mouth quirks up, and to his spatula, he says, “I think it was Bobby who had his money on Marcie’s retirement party, wasn’t it?”

“No, he was holding out for the annual board meeting. Eric bet on the retirement party.”

“Oh, no.” Bud wrinkles his nose. “We can’t let Eric win.”

You grin, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “I know. So I’ll keep the lazy slob thing to myself. For now.”

Turning on your heel, you make to stroll away, with some mind toward peering through his cabinets in search of a water glass. But an instant after you hear him turn the burner off, Bud captures your wrist, pulling you back to face him.

He’s wearing an expression that you’re not used to seeing from him, at least not when he’s talking to you about things besides accounts and briefs and whatever scam a customer is trying to pull over on the firm now. He looks guarded. “It’s not… I have to spend a lot of my time being a certain way,” he says carefully.

Your expression softens in an instant. “Hey, hey, I know that,” you tell him gently. Reaching up, you cup his cheek in one hand, unable to conceal the smile that spreads across your face when he meets your gaze so willingly. “It makes me happy. That you don’t have to wear suits and silk pajama sets for me.”

“Of course I don’t,” he mutters. Like maybe he trusted you to know, but he wasn’t prepared for you to come out and say it so matter-of-factly.

“Besides, it means you have comfy clothes for me to steal.”

Bud’s eyes immediately regain some of their playful edge. “Oh yes, speaking of which. I hope you don’t have any intention of liberating any of my belongings when you leave today.” His fingers curl into your sides, clutching his shirt tight as he speaks.

“What, these old things?” You glance down at yourself. “I’m afraid if you want them back, you’re going to have to work for it.”

His grip tightens. “Don’t tempt me before we’ve had our breakfast.”

But from the ease with which he presses you against the counter and leans in to kiss you, you’d venture to say that a little temptation is more than welcome.

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vinetae · 1 year

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Serendipity In France (M) - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Who's the man in all black?

Pairing: Idol!Jimin x Reader, coffeeshop!au, bookstore!au writer!au

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

W.c: 2,336

Warnings: Mentions of FSOG, Foul language, Hinting at reader's hotness lol, Fluff, coffee shop smells, Reader simps for how Jimin smell, crazy fans chasing Jimin, Suggestive language?

A/n: Literally gunna stay up all night and finish my WIPs. (Hopefully). As always, Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Park Jimin who..?

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The bookstore you’d grown to love so much. The pages, hiding secrets only some dare to know. The faint smell of coffee and pastries fill your senses. Glancing around, you decide to make a b-line to your favorite section in the whole small corner bookstore. Your coat, hugging tightly against your frame. Hot breaths of air reach the outside’s cold weather. You’d been falling in love with this place for almost two years now. The first time, you’d told google maps to take you to a shoe store near your apartment. It had autocorrected ‘shoe’ to ‘book’ and you decided to go with the flow.

That’s how you found yourself in this little corner store. The entrance, almost impossible to find without blueprints of the whole street. It was quiet, and never packed. Only really seeing a few locals you had grown quite close to. One, being the girl who stocks all of the shelves. Though, you hadn’t seen her around lately much because she went on vacation with her husband. She was a petite woman, modeling tiny black square glasses, and she had always dressed so nicely. Not, fancy per se. More on the conservative side. That’s what she said had drawn her husband to her in the first place.

Their story was quite amusing. She sat down with a cup of her famous black coffee order that had been basically ingrained in the back of your mind. One chilly winter day, you and her had sat down for what felt like hours, talking about why’d you come to France in the first place, and her life shared alongside her husband. She’d been promised her dream bookstore when they first started dating. One with the famous ‘belle-like’ library ladder, pressing a nice deep-golden color along each crevasse. Though the store had been titled in her husband’s name, they dub it ‘Amalie’s’.

The name suited her theme well Amalie, stemming from the French words ‘curious’

Soon after, they’d brought a little 9 pound 3 ounce bundle of joy into the family’s treasured lively hood.

Your fingers lightly brush against the novel’s worn and torn edges. Each and every one, had a beautiful tale held. Waiting for another to be pulled into their world.

Which should you choose?

“Hey, ____!” Amalie greets, while you scan the newly acquired selection.

“Bonjour Amélie!" You return her smile, walking over to greet Allie as well. She coos, a little baby spit dripping down her small lips.

“Oh goodness!” Amalie wipes her daughter’s mouth, laughing. “She’s been having issues with drooling. Never knew how much saliva babies ACTUALLY produce: She chuckles, sitting down in her oak rocking chair. Her husband, William, had been working on it ever since they’d found out Amalie was pregnant. His, Amalie’s, and Allie’s names are all engraved in the smooth wood, along with other decals representing their growing family.

“Where’s William today?” You ask, settling down in one of the two rocking chairs placed according to the fireplace. “Oh, him and that darn workshop of his! I swear, if you EVER decide to marry a carpenter, don’t.” You both laugh, sipping on the specific types of coffees you’d previously had helped Amalie make.

“It’s like ‘hey, my love, I think we need another nightstand’. No! No we do not, Will! We are already seven!” You giggle, legs crossed, while taking light sips of the hot goodness.

“Oh, and now I'm stuck with this little mini-will here~” She tickles Allie, sending the small child into a fit of giggles, cooing towards her mother.

“Aww, you know you love them both~” Amalie sighs, nodding at all she’s built and has. “I really do..” The ring of the front door sounds, you both arise to the sudden motions next to the store windows now.

“H..Hello?” A man calls, in what had to be broken english.

“Oh, ____ can you please help him? It’s time for Allie’s nap” You nod, letting Amalie go back up the stairs, leaving you to help the recently introduced man.

“Hi there! How can I help you?” You smile, taking notice of his unusual all black attire.

“Uh..I saw online that you..sell..” His sentence trails off, making you sport a questioning look. He soon pulls out his phone, typing away on the little device.

I read online that you sell some porn?

He quickly jumps, trying to shut the device up, constantly hitting random buttons. Which in turn, only makes the automated robotic voice repeat the question. Multiple times.

You laugh, leaning over the counter to stop his motions. “It’s okay..Here. I can show you where the ‘porn’ aisle is” You tease, leading him to the erotica/romance corner.

You notice how his hands clam against his black winter coat. Even though half of his face had been covered by a black mask, you could still tell by the tint of his cheeks that he’d been blushing.

“I..I’m sorry. I mean ‘Love’.” You nod, pointing to the whole bookshelf labeled Romance.

He leans closer to the little hand-written title, pronouncing it slowly as if trying to comprehend its meaning.

“L..Lomance?” You laugh, holding your stomach from his sudden child-likeness.

“Ro…mance” You point, guiding him in understanding the term.

His face lights up, hinting at the realization. “Ohhh. Thank You, Sir.”

This time, you couldn’t help but start bursting out. He immediately panics, wondering if he’d offended you somehow. You shake your hand, letting him know that you’re okay.

“n-no. See, I’m a girl.” You straighten up, showing him your (should be obvious) gender.

“Sir, it is for men.” He tilts his head, finally understanding. “Ohhh. I’m sorry, …uh..?”

“Ma’am.”

He nods. Your eyes meeting his dark chocolate-like swirly orbs.

“S..so..” He starts, trailing his hand along the spines of books, looking for a specific title.

“You’d call me sir?” He questions, stopping on a certain spiel. Squinting, your cheeks redden at the title.

‘Fifty Shades Of Grey: Darker’

“U..Uhm, Yea..Yeah. I’d call you..” Your words trail from your lips, his gaze too intense for your body to support its own weight. Did the room just get hotter??

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“Sir?” A strange lady’s accent wakes him from slumber. Pulling the mask from his eyes, he adjusts his sights just in time to see a cute foreign blonde girl leaning over his curled body.

“We’ve just landed. The plane is starting to unboard.” Jimin nods, standing to stretch. His back pops in a certain rhythm. Thirteen hours away from everything. New people, new places.

This was going to be good for him.

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The busy streets help to distract him for the reason he’s decided to come here in the first place. It had been much less busy and cramped than Seoul. Roads being nothing but little pebble strips, leading to some other things on the sides of buildings. The weather had been perfect. Not too cold, not too hot. Everything felt just so…Normal.

Walking along the sides of streets, water bottle in hand, headphones on. Masks pulled high, even though covid had been so long ago. Were people still afraid?

“PARK JIMIN!!!” A high-pitched scream echoes through the whole strip, pulling him from his peaceful stroll. “Shit..” He curses under his breath, picking his pace up to get away from any and everyone he could. Every place was filled to the brim with people who could possibly be a fan.

Obviously, Jimin. Everyone knows who you are.

You’re Park Jimin of BTS.

You’ll never be normal.

He walks even faster, almost in a sprint now. Pausing, he stops to look around for some kind of shelter. Everything was in a language he didn’t know. The yells and screams grow closer to his residing place.

Think, idiot.

Different, unique symbols fill his sights. Nothing looks even remotely to anything he’s seen before.

Except..

‘Amalie’s’.

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The first thing that he sees is two petite women chatting in the corner near an inviting fireplace. One, baby in hand. The other, he’d never seen someone so..

Beautiful.

Her rosy cheeks, hidden by a smidge courtesy of her white fluffy turtleneck. A small, gold piece of jewelry dangles from her neck. A midi skirt set at waist length encases her figure, accentuating everything about this alluring woman, perfectly. Black victorian-like shoes wrap her feet so tightly, almost as if they had been velvet.

Everything about her was just so..

“Hi! How can I help you?” Her sweet voice echoes through the shushed store.

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“U..Uhm, Yea..Yeah. I’d call you..” Your words trail from your lips, his gaze too intense for your body to support its own weight. He chuckles, treading his hand lightly to wrap his slender fingers around his chosen title. Eyes, having never left the almost death-like stare he’d been sending you.

“It’s okay.” He proceeds to walk back over to the counter, turning around, waiting for your stunned figure to move along.

“Y..yeah. Uhm, sorry about that..” He nods, the coffee shop smell mixing with his own vanilla-lavender combo. You scan the book, wrapping it neatly in some decorated paper for the upcoming holidays.

“Thirty-nine.” He nods, sliding a black card into your palm.

You quickly ring him up, handing the card back over once you’re finished. You carefully place the item into a brown paper bag, embroidered with Amalie’s store logo.

“Thank You” He says, while walking over to the coffee shop area. You’re confused. As if he senses your confusion, he turns around, sitting down in the rocking chair you’d originally occupied while talking with Amalie.

“I’d like to read my book here, if that’s okay?” He questions, settling into the comfy seat.

“Yeah, that’s fine..” You walk over to unbox the new releases.

“Can I get a cappuccino, please?” You nod, pausing your current task to make your way over to the coffee bar, starting on his order.

“So..” He trails, as the sound of a soft page turn fills the silence.

“Do you actually work here?” His question halts you.

“How’d you know?” You hand him the hot porcelain cup.

“Thank You.” He mutters softly, pulling his mask down to take a sip as you walk back over to continue unpacking.

“Just because…You don’t wear name..thing.” He chuckles, placing his beverage on the glass side table.

“I’m friends with the owner. She’s putting her baby down for a nap.” He nods, taking a glance at the roaring fire.

“So..” He begins once more.

“What is your job?” You stop, walking over to sit down across from him, bringing the boxes over to continue there. Apparently, he was a chatty one. So, you’ll have to do this a little closer.

“I’m a writer for articles around town.” He hums, finally removing his mask completely, setting it off to the side.

“That’s cool..” The silence fills in once more. “What do you write about?”

You glance up, “Just…things happening in Paris. You know…stories.”

“Hmm,” He takes a sip of his cappuccino while flipping to another page.

“Well..What do you do?” He raises an eyebrow, catching your gaze, lowering the cup down to reveal a white cream line on his upper lip. You giggle, trying to hold back your laughter.

He smiles. “What?”

“Y..you have something..” You wipe his upper lip. “Ah. Thank You, Love” The nickname makes you pause.

“W..what?..” He looks over, seeing your flustered state.

“Did I say something?” He leans up, studying your features.

“That’s…That’s not for people who just met..”

“Ah. Why not?”

“It’s just not..” He hums, folding his arms against his chest.

“Well… What should I name you?” The funny wording makes you chuckle at his broken English. He joins soon after.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry..You’re just- Your accent is unique.” that brings a shy smile to his face.

“Thank you..I watched a lot of movies on the plane.”

“Mmm. makes sense.”

“Mhm.”

There’s that stupid silence again.

He places his book on the opposite glass table, leaning forward to catch your glances from him to the fireplace. “So what was bad about me calling you love?”

You choke on your water, setting you into a fit of coughs before holding your composure again.

“It’s just..that’s for people who are…you know..” He tilts his head at your flustered self.

“Well..I said it because I think you’re lovely.” A small blush is still making its way to your cheeks.

“And..” he continues, scooting the chair closer to you, knees now touching each other.

“You’re really pretty..”

STUPID FACE CALM DOWN IT’S JUST A WORD-

“Are you okay?” He moves his hand to feel your forehead, as if checking your temperature. You flinch, quickly scooting back.

“Yeah I’m fine..Just a little hot is all.” You can see a sly smirk tugs the corner of his lips.

“Very.” Your eyes meet once again. This time, both sending different vibes to one another. Breaths, magically seeming to align. Heart, feeling as if it’s about to explode. Lips barely visible to the unknowers.

“Alright ____ Did you want to help with making cooki- Woah!” Amalie’s sudden entrance makes both of you jump back.

“Ohhh Well don’t mind me you two~” She winks your way, while making a cup of her famous black americano.

You’re a stuttering mess. The man doesn’t understand anything you’re so desperately trying to convince Amalie with. Mainly because it isn’t his language.

“It’s alright ____, At least now you could finally lose your virg-”You throw one of Allie’s stuffed animals towards her which she quickly dodges. Sending the man into a fit of laughter. The three of you round up the little session with a bunch of giggles before sending the man (who you now knew of as Jimin) off back into the world. Locking the door, you walk back over to Amalie, a smirk plastering her lips.

“So, Jimin ay?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively towards you.

“Shut it” you retort, flinging a throw pillow her way.

#sif #bts ff #bts jimin fanfic #bts jimin series #bts jimin #park jimin #bts smuts

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yuulina-vre · 2 years

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Vacation

Summary: Bucky and Steve are in a mood. They should take a vacation.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2031 words

A/N: So, I had a very bad time writing anything, really. I like this one enough to upload it and I hope I get some other works done soon. Though, my head is preoccupied at the moment since I get two cats in about three weeks and I'm just so excited and worried.

I still hope you understand and enjoy this one. ^^

„Y/N, can you shut up for a minute!” A pout instantly forms on Y/N’s lips as Bucky snaps. It’s not the first time, Y/N has noticed. For the last few days both, Bucky and Steve, got easily irritated, snapping at everyone that was just slightly too chatty. They had been on call after call, mission after mission. No breaks, no rest. And it’s not like Y/N would mind. She is worried when they’re off rescuing, but she knows they’re careful, always set on coming back home. What she does mind is their snapping at people that did nothing except talking to them. “What?”

“Shut up for a minute. No, wait. Make it five! You’re getting on my nerves!” Bucky’s arms cross over his chest, face set in an annoyed and angry expression. “That’s not fair.” Y/N pouts again. “I was just telling you about-“

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice bellows through the room, sounding back from the walls and startling Y/N in her speech. Her gaze quickly shifts over to Steve, hoping for backup but he has mimicked Bucky’s position on his part of the couch. “Steve, say something.” She’s slightly startled as Steve only groans an answer almost inaudible to her ears, though it does sound a bit like ‘five fucking minutes’. Huffing an angry breath Y/N crosses her own arms in front of her and stands up. “It’s not fair! Just because you are fucking old fossils that don’t know when to take a break doesn’t give you the right to snap at everyone! Get yourself sorted!” Huffing with anger, she waits a second for a response, though she doesn’t get one. That’s her cue. She turns around and stomps away from the men into the hall. Angrily she grumbles about the two soldiers while stripping from her clothes. The need to shift and for some peace is growing, so why waiting. She’s just in her jeans and bra, a trail of discarded clothes behind her in the hallway, about to loosen the hooks of her bra as she comes across Sam. “Hey, Y/N. What are yo-” She notices his startled expression, though all she does is grunt at him and losing the last fabric that saved her boobs from the fresh air. Her pants and panties soon follow. She doesn’t bother with the shoes and socks but shifts swiftly until she’s hurrying along the corridors on four paws to Bruce’s door.

The moment she reaches her destination she finds herself in front of closed doors, though both her nose and ears indicate that the man in question is inside. She doesn’t hear much noise but the faint footsteps. He seems to walk around barefoot, quite a lot actually. Wondering what he’s up to, she sits down in front of the white wood, whining a bit and pawing at the door. Her nails make soft clicking noises against the wood and it doesn’t even take thirty seconds before it opens. “Y/N?” The curly haired man looks a bit startled, even if it’s not uncommon for Y/N to appear at his door. Though she’s mostly human, joining in on his meditation sessions or just drinking tea with him and chatting. Today’s different though, she seeks a calm and quiet spot. Bruce is just the one who provides that and always can guarantee for it. “Letting out a huff and laying down, head on her paws she glances at the man in question, quietly asking for permission to enter. Bruce’s surprise vanishes, making room for a fond smile. He takes a step back, making room for Y/N to enter which she promptly does. Her tail waggles as she rushes past him, ready to hop on the bed though she’s stopped immediately as she notices the big grey suitcase. Holding her head at an angle and whining she walks up to it, sniffing. It smells like Bruce and definitely holds some of his clothes already. Propping herself up, front paws on the mattress she manages to look inside. There are a few things already inside, making Y/N question why her oasis of tranquility needs a packed suitcase. Whining again, tail hanging between her legs she looks at Bruce. “I’m heading out first thing tomorrow morning. I have a conference and… just need some time alone. You know?” Oh, does Y/N know. She would like a vacation of her own too, and she’s not even the one constantly away on missions and appointments and stuff. Huffing she jumps fully onto the bed, circling around and invisible spot for a second until she found the perfect way to lay down. For a while she just watches Bruce pack his clothes and stuff he needs on his journey. It is calming. The way he folds and rolls his clothes to make everything fit inside, the silent footsteps and patter of his skin on the floor. It all almost makes her drift off. “Will you join me for meditation?” Bruce’s voice rips her away from the border of dreamland. Lifting her head up she notices that his suitcase and a duffle bag are stored by the door already and a dog bed has been pulled up, right next to the spot Bruce sits at. He pats the bed encouragingly and Y/N hops off the bed to join the man. Meditation as animal really only requires Y/N to lie in whichever spot Bruce choses for her and be a silent reminder of support, comfort and company. So, she rolls into a tight ball once again, huffing a bit in effort. It earns her a few amazing feeling strokes through her fur before soft music starts to play and Bruce’s breathing matches a soothing rhythm.

Y/N doesn’t hear the knock, nor the door open. The silent conversation between the two men is out of earshot. She’s not quite asleep but not awake either. She only really rouses after her whole bed starts moving. First squishing her, then bumpily upwards until it settles again. She whines high, uncomfortable in her new position, but the shushing is quick, followed by a kiss on her furry head. She feels a hand softly patting her back before her bed shakily moves yet again. A familiar smell slowly works its way through her sleepy haziness. It’s woody and metallic. Unmistakable Bucky. Against her will she feels her tail start to thump in a steady small rhythm, making the man chuckle. The sound alone confirms that Bucky’s the one carrying her and her bed through the hallway. The time she needs to fully wake up is enough for Bucky to reach his and Steve’s room and carry her inside only to discard the dog bed on their own bed. The brunette flops down beside her, hiding his face quickly into her flank with a tight embrace around her middle. He mumbles something she can’t make out. Her head lifts, originally to stare at the man in confusion but her focus swiftly shifts to the adjacent door of the bathroom. Steve walks out, not shower finished like she guessed but with a small, packed bag of toiletries in hand. His focus only shifts as he walks up to a duffle bag on the couch that Y/N also just notices. A small sound slips past her consciousness which makes Steve turn, his lips forming a small ‘o’ before a grin spreads and he walks up to her. “Hey, doll. You alright?” His hands come up, wrapping her head between them with warm and firm scratches. Her tail again thumbs against the bed, this time at a rapid speed. Until Bucky grumbles something and buries deeper into her fur. “You had us worried, we've been looking for you for a while. Should have thought of Bruce sooner.” He chuckles again, dryly this time which really makes Y/N think. He does sound upset by that. The blonde crouches down to be more at eye level with her and Y/N uses that to her advantage to lick his face. The man all but giggles, batting her head away with a careful swat. “We’re sorry that we made you upset and mad at us.” A hum from Bucky confirms Steve’s words, also that he’s not falling asleep as Y/N would have guessed. “We thought about what you said and actually think you might have a point, so we talked to Tony and Pepper, also to Fury, and got ourselves a last-minute vacation. We booked a small cottage far out in the mountains.” Laying her head at an angle again she whines sadly, tail instantly dropping. They are leaving for vacation? How long? All she really had wanted was for them to take a step back from missions, giving themselves and their bodies the time they need to recover and relax. A vacation probably crosses off all these points, though it means them actually leaving her behind, only to entertain herself with the others. “Hey, no sad whines, darling.” Bucky’s head has turned so he is actually audible to them, his hand on her other side strokes a slow rhythm into her fur as he speaks. “The cottage is kinda big. It has two bedrooms and two baths. We thought about a third person joining us. Also, it allows dogs, you know?” The smirk both men send her instantly shows what they mean. They want to take her with them. It’s no wonder to anyone then that Y/N jumps up, barking excitingly around the men, almost tackling Steve to the ground. It’s been a long while since he had a vacation, too.

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Running around new environments is always exciting, no matter for who, animal or human. Y/N feels it in a different way either way. It’s even stronger. The desire, the need to run around, sniff everything and explore even the smallest of things and the darkest corner. So far, she has been touring through the house two times. The first time was just to scout out how many rooms there are and what for. While she did that, she heard the boys carrying the bags inside. The second time she paid closer attention to each room, trying to find a possible favorite spot for their stay and to scout out who might have been here before. Did they have a dog? A cat?

So far, she has found no clue for either pet but that’s okay. At least she has found a spot in the living room that could be her new favorite for the vacation. It has a fireplace and a sheep’s fur in front of it. It’s cozy and Y/N can already picture herself lying in front of a burning fire, getting her fur warmed while she’s in a cozy doze. “Doll?” Steve’s voice rings through the house from further inside. Her head perks up but she doesn’t move an inch, much to Bucky’s amusement ass he enters the room. Neither of them indicates where she is. “Doll? Y/N?” Steve calls again with a pause before a low grumble is heard. As he enters the living room, he finds Y/N rolled up on the sheep’s fur and Bucky sitting on the couch. “Really?” Bucky barks out a laugh but Y/n stays as she is. It’s comfy and she rolled together perfectly. No one will get her up now. A hand softly strokes through her fur, ruffling it a bit, and then she has a head on her side. A confused whine leaves her. She lifts her head tiredly to inspect the happening only to find Steve lying on his side next to her with his head on her and his hand still stroking her. “I think you were right, doll. I already feel much more relaxed than before. Happily, she licks his hand and buries herself back into herself. Before she has time to really relax and drift off, she hears movement again and feels someone lie down beside her. Another hand joins her fur and another heavy head uses her as a pillow with a content sigh. Usually, she would have gotten up now. She’s no one’s pillow and even though she loves the boys she doesn’t make exceptions for them. Maybe she does just this once.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Reader #Reader insert #Steve x Bucky #Bucky x Steve #Steve x Reader #Bucky x Reader #Steve x Reader x Bucky #Yuulina wirtes

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michelangelinden · 1 year

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Can I interest you in some soft Them in these trying times?

Hello hello! I wrote this for @legolasghosty's birthday (ilyyyy) and thought I'd share it here too hehe.

Willex. Rated G. 1123 words. No warnings, just fluff.

Alex woke because his head slipped from where it was resting against the wall and his torso fell to the side. When he was upright again, disoriented and a little dizzy, he noticed that he was the only one left outside on the porch. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep. He’d been sitting next to Willie on the bench, leaned his head back against the cabin’s wall and womp, he’d fallen asleep, apparently.

Turning his head to look around, he registered faint laughter from inside the cabin. But it sounded less like it was coming from his friends and more like from the TV.

What time was it? Couldn’t be too late if people were still awake. And they also wouldn’t have left him sleeping outside, someone would’ve come get him when they were all going to bed.

A yawn pushed its way out of his throat and he let it escape. Only when he smacked his lips and moved a hand to scratch his chin, did he notice that his upper body was covered. He’d left his hoodie inside, it had still been pretty warm when they had all sat down outside on the porch after coming back from the restaurant, but he must’ve looked like he was cold when he was sleeping. Willie’s sweater was draped over his chest, the sleeves laid over his shoulders so that it wouldn’t slip right off. The fabric felt almost delicate when Alex shifted underneath it, despite being thick cotton, but maybe that was just because it was Willie’s.

He smiled to himself. He could imagine that small internal struggle Willie must’ve felt upon seeing his boyfriend asleep next to him. Should he wake Alex? He looks cold. Would he want to come inside with us? But he’s sleeping. Alex allowed himself to press his nose into the fabric and take a breath. The scent was a strange mixture of campfire and pine and coconut shampoo that shouldn’t work but just did, because it was Willie’s. Alex loved this smell.

A gust of wind flew over the porch and blew his hair into his eyes. It was fresher than the standing air, predicting the temperatures to drop in the next few days, and told Alex that he should probably go inside. The pressure behind his eyes, his tell-tale sign that he was really tired, increased at the brush of cold, and he shivered.

With a groan, he got up from the bench and walked around the porch table. The trees of the forest swayed in the wind, the moon painted glowing white circles in the soft waves of the lake, and he heard the call of an owl somewhere far away. They’d really picked a great spot for their post-tour vacation. He couldn’t remember ever being somewhere this peaceful, apart from maybe his own home, or back at his grandparents place in Germany. It was a shame, they only had a few days left.

Yawning again, he slipped the sweater over his head. It warmed him immediately and he felt yet another wave of sleepiness wash over him.

Stepping inside the cabin, his suspicions about the TV were confirmed, when he saw the flickering lights around the corner and heard muted, dramatic music. He spotted Luke asleep with his head in Julie’s lap on one of the couches, Reggie leaning against her on her other side, eyes on the TV screen. Bobby was sitting in the armchair, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted back, dead-asleep like a dad on a Saturday night. Flynn must be in bed already, because Willie was sitting alone on the other couch, cross-legged, comfortable. But their eyes caught sight of Alex as soon as he stepped into the room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he called quietly when Alex moved into his direction. His legs unfolded and he lifted an arm so Alex could sit down next to him.

Alex took the hand offered to him as soon as he reached it, then sat on the couch and smoothly slipped into Willie’s side. They let out a surprised laugh when Alex draped an arm across their waist and pushed his face into Willie’s shoulder.

“Hi,” he whispered back.

“We wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked so cute, when you were asleep,” Willie explained what Alex had been thinking.

“Thank you,” Alex responded. He lifted his head and nudged his chin forward, glancing at Willie’s lips. Willie got the message and smiled before leaning down and giving Alex a gentle kiss. Alex hummed comfortably, then placed his head back on Willie’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Tired?” Willie asked.

Alex nodded.

“You wanna go to bed?”

He shook his head. “Wanna be with you.”

He felt Willie’s breath hitch a little, like it always did when Alex randomly said cute things like that. They brushed their hand over Alex’s arm across their body.

“I wanna stay here a bit longer, is that alright?”

Alex nodded again. “This is perfect.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Willie’s collarbone through the fabric of their shirt. Willie’s hand not on Alex’s arm brushed over the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp. Alex felt himself melt into Willie at the sensation, slowly breathing out. Now being warm and fully enveloped by Willie, he started feeling drowsy with tiredness.

Willie halted momentarily. “Is everything alright? What’s going on?”

Alex didn’t lift his head, just turned it a little so they’d be better able to hear him. “I’m baby,” he said simply.

Willie breathed out with a laugh that sounded almost delighted. They shifted so they were able to press a lingering kiss to Alex’s forehead. Alex relished it with a smile.

“So baby,” Willie responded. Another kiss, even longer now. “And I love you so much.”

Alex felt soft and warm and glowy all over. He was on vacation, wearing his lover’s sweater, while they held him comfortably and kissed his forehead so gently. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this.

He finally lifted his head again so he was on eye level with Willie. “I love you too.”

Willie lifted the hand off Alex’s arm and curled it around his jaw. He kissed Alex again, so sweetly it made Alex’s head spin in the best way.

“I was hoping you’d put on the sweater,” he whispered against Alex’s lips and it made them both chuckle. “You look amazing in it.”

“It’s very comfortable.”

“I know.” Willie kissed his cheek. “Go to sleep.”

And almost as soon as Alex had placed his head on Willie’s shoulder again, he did.

#willex beloved #i missed them #felt like coming home writing them again <33 #love you Legolas #thanks for inspiring Willex every time #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #linden writes stuff #legolas tag #jatp fanfic

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the-fab-fox · 1 year

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[ FE:3H ] Not Another Flowershop AU

Title: Not Another Flowershop AU

Ship: Caspar von Bergliez x Linhardt von Hevring

Chapters: 5 of ?.

Summary: Caspar Bergliez is on summer vacation but is working most of it as his father put him in charge of his flowershop.

Caspar isn't particularly pleased about it but loves to help out his dad so he's not too bummed.

…it also helps that it's because of this shop that he meets the cutest guy he has ever seen.

This story takes place in the same au universe as my Ashez multichapter fic Not Another Coffeeshop AU. You do not need to read both to fully enjoy either story. I just love connecting my fics. It's fun.

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Chapter 5

"Dorothea! I really don't think you get the importance of this date. I need to impress him!"

The brunette in question raised a perfectly manicured brow as she glanced at her other two companions. Caspar watched as Dorothea, Ferdinand, and Hubert all appeared to have a silent conversation between the three of them.

Honestly, color me impressed, the mint haired teen thought to himself.

After what felt like forever, but was likely only a minute—maybe two, the three turned their attention back to him in unison. He was reminded for a brief moment of that one owl gif meme from forever ago but ultimately let the stray thought go as he focused on their response to his predicament.

"Well, you mentioned that he is very studious but conversely lazy as well?" Hubert asked.

Caspar nodded.

Hubert glanced at Ferdinand who smiled at his boyfriend before looking at Caspar once more.

"Keep it simple then but put your own unique twist on a classic. For example, instead of dinner and a movie, why not take him to dinner and then to Ashe's bookshop."

Caspar could have kissed him.

Or well, not really since he highly doubted Hubert would be on board with that and would likely actually murder him. Ferdinand also wasn't really his type for all that he was very attractive. Too high maintenance.

Taking the safest route, Caspar made his hand into a fist and slapped it against his other palm.

"You're a genius. Or well. All three of you since I'm guessing it was a hive mind sort of decision."

Dorothea laughed, Ferdinand chuckled, and even Hubert allowed a little smirk.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all day."

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Caspar and Linhardt had agreed that morning to meet back up at the flower shop at 7. Caspar was early but kept checking his phone anyway, worried any moment he'll get a text from the other teen, changing his mind.

"Good evening."

Caspar jumped. He was sure it had to have been at least a foot in the air, that's how badly he'd been surprised.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry, Caspar. I always forget that I'm generally quieter than your average person."

Caspar just stared at him.

"Generally quieter? Linhardt, that was like some freaking ninja kind of stuff! I swear you had to have come from the shadows or something."

Linhardt laughed deeply at that before shaking his head with what looked like an amused sort of smile. Caspar couldn't help but beam at the thought that the other was already having a good time.

"Oh, that's just silly. You're cute."

Caspar, not at all expecting—and therefore, very unready for—the flirtatious compliment, blushed a deep crimson. And to add insult to injury, he had the unfortunate thought of how much his face must have been clashing with his hair.

"Linhardt! Dude! You can't just say things like that so- so casually like that!"

Linhardt tilted his head in the way that Caspar was growing to love.

"Why not? There isn’t a law prohibiting me from paying compliments to my date."

The grin on his lips was playful, but all the shorter male could think about was kissing them.

Caspar groaned. "Because you're making it really hard for me to not want to kiss you."

Linhardt blushed. It was light, almost faint, but it was there. He smiled though and moved in closer.

Linhardt was quite a bit taller than him, but in that moment, it felt like he towered over the mint haired teen.

"Then stop trying and kiss me already."

And it was in that moment that Caspar’s brain blue-screened.

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buckybarnesowl · 2 years

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You with me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson Setting: FATWS AU - Engineer!Bucky and ExArmy!Baker!Sam Words: 5,234 Summary: Bucky is trying to make a difference despite every roadblock his shitty employer throws at him. His only light is seeing his baker crush weekly. Sam has watched his favourite regular customer approach burnout for over a year and just wants to help him find the confidence to finally break free from his awful job and follow his dream. And if Sam is part of that dream, well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing. Tropes: mutual pining, idiots in love, with a pinch of angst and hurt/comfort, plus a fluffy ending because it’s me Warnings: some allusion to anxiety, burnout, and PTSD, but nothing too heavy or detailed

A/n: I don’t know what this is or where it came from. All I know is that @nexusnyx’s #nightskychallenge inspired me to start writing again for the first time in months. Nyx, you are an incomparable writer who has filled my dash with the most incredible fics during this past year. The detail, depth, and realness you achieves with your characters and AUs is, in my opinion, on another fucking level and we are not worthy. So this one’s for you, BB.

#nightskychallenge prompts used:

The night I just couldn't take it. ["I usually keep quiet, but... not today."]

The night when our love shone like the brightest star in the sky. ["Just—just up and kiss me. Oh my god."]

The smell of butter and vanilla and caramelized stone fruit assaulted Bucky’s senses as he opened the door to Wilson’s Just Desserts, otherwise known as his favourite way to end the work week. Mind you, it was Wednesday so grabbing his go-to slice of peach raspberry cobbler mid-week was completely out of character. But fuck it, Bucky’s boss had been riding him so hard he wasn’t sure he’d make it through the remaining few days without it.

Or without seeing the owner of the late-night dessert shop, Sam Wilson, who Bucky could only describe as… beautiful. But that was another matter entirely, and there was only so much indulgence Bucky would allow himself. So peach raspberry cobbler on a Wednesday it was.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. On a Wednesday, no less! Your usual?”

A faint blush surfaced across Bucky’s cheeks at the complement. His heart beat pick up at Sam’s greeting, almost in time to the brassy jazz playing quietly throughout the café.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” Bucky replied softly, his stomach joining his heart to form a chorus of giddy attraction.

Gods this man.

He couldn’t keep from staring as Sam pulled the takeout box down from the shelf. Suddenly his lips were moving before his brain could stop them. “Actually, uh, I’ll have it for here.”

Sam’s chestnut eyes blew wide momentarily before softening once more. “Coming in on a Wednesday and eating in? You feelin’ alright, man?” he teased as a spread across his jaw.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Bucky muttered, accompanied by a playfully exaggerated eye-roll. “I got some sage advice recently that I should try switching things up once in a while, so…” Bucky trailed off, their last exchange suddenly running through his mind, in which Sam had lectured him on falling victim to monotony and overworking oneself.

Last Friday, Bucky had showed up to the café even later than his usual leaving-work-late-on-a-Friday routine. He had been so disoriented after having fallen asleep at his desk. But being a creature of habit, his heart feet had made their way to Wilson’s all the same. Sam was just about to lock the door when Bucky had slinked in at 10:58 p.m., shoulders curled in and looking like he was about to collapse.

“I was referring to taking a vacation, getting away from work, you know, not leaving the office at 10:30p.m. on a Friday? But, I guess baby steps are still steps.” He shot a wink at Bucky as he deftly swapped out the takeout box for a plate before lifting a Pyrex dish out of the display case. “Go sit down, I’ll bring it over to you.”

Bucky gave Sam a grateful nod before finding a worn mid-century wingback next to a window at the back of the café. Tucked in the corner, he could keep an eye on the comings and goings outside the shop. The sidewalk flooded with orange from the street lamp above, setting any passerby ablaze. A young couple holding hands. A scruffy tan dog on a leash being walked by it’s owner. A woman pushing a stroller. All lighting up with an orange glow as they passed in front of Bucky’s view.

Inside, a large potted banana leaf towered next to the chair, offering Bucky some much desired privacy from the few customers chattering quietly. As he removed his coat and put his bag down, he became defenceless against his brain’s new favourite habit of cycling through his workday, then workweek, then work year, which quickly led to spiraling questions about his life choices. On cue, Bucky became acutely aware of the familiar suffocating feeling in his throat. The one when suddenly everything became too bright and too loud and the thought of having to work one more day for his horrible excuse of a boss at a horrible excuse of an engineering firm made his chest tighten and his feel as if they were being cast in concrete.

He lowered himself slowly into the chair and closed his eyes while he took a few calculated breaths.

Not here, Barnes, not now. Just chill.

The self-pep talk and breathing routine worked, and oxygen started flowing more easily. A defeated sigh left his lips as he sunk into the high back of the chair, firm but with sides that wrapped around him as if to say, don’t worry, I’ve got you. Feeling like he could breathe again, he actually took in the space he’d been frequenting weekly for the last year and a half. He’d always been too distracted by Sam his thoughts to notice the decor, but now that he was sitting he could fully appreciate all the details of the shop’s interior.

Vaulted ceilings with simple industrial light fixtures, each with a single Edison bulb offering a subdued glow. Plants of varying shades and sizes found homes on any surface available. Colourful paintings of jazz musicians lined the maple wood paneling of the walls. Velvety deep green curtains bunched up on either side of every window, framing the view to the shop-lined street outside. It was busy, eclectic, yet somehow it all synthesized to create a warmth that felt almost homey. It was a stark contrast to Bucky’s nearly barren apartment, and he more than appreciated the change.

Why have I never stayed to eat here before?

He knew the answer, and he vowed to change his habits as of that moment. Or at least try.

Bucky had first come to Wilson’s about six months after Alexander Pierce had headhunted Bucky to join the engineering team at Hydra Solutions Inc. Inspired by a meme he’d seen about deserving a treat, he had waked into the dessert shop and was immediately cheered up by the black man with a megawatt smile and twinkle in his eye. It quickly became Bucky’s light at the end of the workweek tunnel.

Treating himself had never been a priority for Bucky. He had kept a full time job throughout his engineering degree, followed by his masters. He needed to support his sister after their parents both passed away in a car accident. It took him longer than most to get there, but Bucky eventually successfully defended his masters thesis on the first go. Not long after, Pierce had lured Bucky to Hydra with the promise of developing new pipeline technology that could bring clean drinking water to remote Indiginous nations in the states—Bucky had written his thesis on the issue after learning that one in ten Indigenous Americans lacked access to safe tap water or basic sanitation.

Well, two years into his employment at Hydra and Bucky finally accepted that Pierce’s promises were as hollow as the pipes he spent his work hours developing. It was all bitumen and crude oil pipeline technology that stood to pollute the very communities he was so determined to work with.

To appease his guilt, Bucky began staying late to work on preliminary plans for different drinking water and sanitation technologies. High level ideas of course, but eventually he hoped they could be worth submitting to some of the higher-ups. Pierce had caught him working late one night and threatened to fire Bucky when he found out he was using company property to work on a “personal project.” Bucky was finally able to convince Pierce to let him continue staying late to pursue his ideas on the condition that he would never submit overtime and would take on extra projects when needed.

Bucky had felt like he won a small victory and had an extra jump in his step that Friday when he had practically skipped into Wilson’s.

“Who’s this chipper version of my favourite Friday night customer, and what have you done with the real version?” Sam had teased.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from gushing about his project ideas and the permission he had gotten to continue working on them. It led Bucky to open up about his studies, then his sister and the loss of his parents, which led the two of them to talking well past the shop’s closing time, exchanging stories about their respective backgrounds and struggles.

That was the night Bucky learned that Sam was a retired special ops veteran, who served three tours overseas before being discharged with PTSD.

“Took a lot of therapy, and convincing from my nosey sister, but I finally followed my dream and this place was born,” Sam had confided.

If Bucky had been on the fence about his crush before, there was no doubt in his mind after that night.

He was practically floating the entire weekend after that, even allowing himself to indulge in a few daydreams of coming home to a certain baker husband after successfully installing another water and sanitation system. Though the fantasies were short lived. First thing on the Monday after the best weekend he’d had in years, Pierce began piling on extra projects. The new deadlines forcing Bucky to work later and later in order to make time for his “personal” one.

It was gradual at first, but the late hours started to wear on Bucky. He stopped jogging with his best friend Steve on the weekends. He bailed on game nights with his sister. He fell asleep at his desk at least once a week. He even nearly stopped going to Wilson’s. But at this point, the sight of Sam’s glowing smile get a touch brighter every time Bucky walked through the glass paned shop door was the only thing keeping him afloat.

Just as he was about to embark on another thought spiral of doom, the sound of a plate making contact with the small side table next to his chair brought Bucky back to the present.

“You with me, James?”

Bucky’s cheeks still heated at Sam using his real name. It had started the night they swapped their origin stories. Sam had announced he would be calling him James from then on, something about honouring the name his mother gave him. Bucky nearly broke into tears then and there. Sam was the first person to use Bucky’s real name since Winifred Barnes had passed away and it unfurled something in his heart, a simultaneous ache and warmth that he didn’t have the emotional capacity to address. So instead, he would blush and try to calm the fluttering in his stomach every time he heard it.

“Yeah, yeah. Just lost in my head I guess,” he smiled, his eyes flitting bashfully between Sam and the abnormally large portion of cobbler he had just placed next to Bucky.

“Well, if you need help finding your way back, you know where to find me,” Sam offered with a sincere tone before returning back to behind the counter.

The ache and warmth returned to Bucky’s chest tenfold with Sam’s words. Instinctively, he began drawing the sensation with bite after bite of the cobbler. Only so much indulgence, remember?

Maybe it was the hominess of the café, the instrumental rendition of “The Very Thought of You” playing softly in the background, or the like-grandma-used-to-make quality of the dessert Bucky just devoured, but he found himself drifting into a daze. He leaned back into the chair after finishing the last bite and exhaled long and slow. But this time it wasn’t defeat. For the first time in months, he felt completely and utterly relaxed. He was so high off the silence in his head that he allowed himself to close his eyes and simply be for a minute… or maybe two wouldn’t hurt…

┉✪┉

Sam started the end-of-day process on the till after the last customer settled up and left the shop. Well, the last one aside from his favourite customer—who was still sleeping soundly in Sam’s favourite wingback.

“What am I going to do with you, James?” he muttered under his breath. Chuckling to himself, as if was a response to his own rhetorical question. It’s not like he could ask the guy out. Sam had made it abundantly clear how he felt about Bucky. If he was interested in dating he would have made a move by now. So Sam settled for fantasizing about his crush in between weekly visits.

Sighing, he continued on with his closing routine. Sure, it was thirty minutes before 11:00 p.m., but another glance at the sleeping beauty in the back of his shop did something to Sam’s chest and he resolved that Bucky needed a friend tonight. He flipped the sign on the door, turned off the main lights, and finished setting things up for the next day.

Twenty minutes later, Sam was turning off the display case lights, the final task of his mental closing checklist. Then he padded his way to the back of the café where Bucky was now snoring softly.

“James… Jaa-aames.”

Bucky didn’t even stir.

Sam hesitated before placing a hand on his shoulder. “James, it’s time to wake up.”

A sudden intake of breath sent Bucky recoiling away from the touch as his eyes shot open.

“Shit, man, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Way to go, Sammy.

Bucky rubbed both his hands over his face then sighed as he dropped them to his sides before looking up at Sam. “S’all good. I’m really sorry for falling asleep. Shit, are you closed already?!”

Sam watched as panic flooded Bucky’s ice blue eyes before shooting up and out of the chair.

“I’m so, so sorry, Sam. I’ve got cash, I can pay cash so you don’t have run the machine and, fuck, I’m so sor—”

The sound of china shattering on the dark mahogany hardwood cut him off.

Sam could only watch as Bucky knocked the side table with the frantic gathering of his belongings. While he couldn’t save the plate in time, registering the transition from panic to horror that spread across Bucky’s face, Sam attempted to save something much more valuable from breaking.

The rise and fall of Bucky’s chest was coming at a speed far too quick for Sam’s liking. His army background and experience with his own mental health struggles kicked him into gear. This was something he could help with. A firm but assuring presence. Grounding.

“Hey, it’s just a plate. I’ve got dozens. Let’s take a deep breath, yeah?” he suggested with a steady tone. Then, taking a risk, he guided Bucky’s hand to rest on his own chest. “Just try to match mine. Think you can do that?”

Bucky nodded, gulped hard, then released a shaky breath in time with Sam’s.

“Good, doing real good, man. Let’s do a few more, ‘kay?”

Bucky nodded and continued on, blinking as glazed eyes stared through Sam.

“I want you to sit back down,” he directed softly as he let go of Bucky’s hand. “I’m just going to go grab something. Keep breathin’ and stay seated until I get back,” Sam commanded, followed by the warmest smile he could muster so Bucky would hopefully understand he wasn’t angry.

It was unclear if he got it by the pained look on his face, but Bucky obeyed and lowered himself back into the chair.

Well, shit, that was not how I hoped that would go.

Sam shook his head as he quickly flicked a kettle on before heading into the supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan. Relief flooded his chest when he returned to Bucky still sitting in the chair, albeit looking like a scared puppy.

“Can I help? Please, I—”

“No way, man,” Sam retorted, voice smooth and warm. “You just sit there and look pretty.” His stomach fluttered at the immediate blush that tinted Bucky’s cheeks.

Sam made quick work of sweeping up the shards before rushing back behind the counter to discard the broken plate and broom. Then, in one seamless motion, he unscrewed a jar, popped a teabag each into two large mugs with one hand while grabbing the now boiled kettle in the other, before filling the mugs and carrying them back to where Bucky still sat.

“It’s chamomile mint. Helps with the nerves,” Sam stated matter of factly before moving a mismatched wingback and sitting down to face Bucky. “Take as much time as you need. I closed up early so I’m usually not even done cashing out yet.”

Bucky was rubbing his fingers together, an anxious twitch Sam had noticed over the course of Bucky’s weekly visits to his shop. “Y-you,” he paused to clear his throat before continuing, “I’m sure you’ve got better places to be.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be than right here,” Sam said firmly, though not unkindly.

Bucky scoffed at that.

“What?” Sam prodded.

“Nothin’. Just, I’m not the best company.” Bucky directed the meek words towards his lap.

“Look, James. I don’t generally share my life’s trials and tribulations with every customer, you feel me? I like you, man.” Sam took a sip of his tea before setting the mug back down. He gave himself a beat to process his surprise at his own admission and simultaneously find the courage to continue. “And I usually keep quiet on these things. Your business is yours. But not today.”

“Sam, I—”

“Let me finish. You’ve been comin’ in here for over a year now, yeah?”

Bucky nodded, his brows furrowed and his head tilted slightly.

“And over that year and change I’ve watched you shuffle in later and later, shoulders bunched up tighter and tighter, and that crinkle you used to get next to your eyes when you smile all but disappear. That company is destroying you, man. They’re using you, turning you into something you’re not. You’re a good person, James. With a good heart. You deserve to work somewhere where your talents are appreciated, where your big ideas and creativity are seen as assets not threats. You hear me?”

Bucky sat still for a minute, clearly processing the unsolicited advice Sam had just dumped on him.

“I, I don’t know what to say…”

Sam couldn’t get a read on Bucky anymore. His face had gone blank and he just kept staring down at his hands.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until suddenly, Bucky was on his feet, once again gathering his things. “I’ll pay you for the tea and cobbler next time,” he muttered as turned away from Sam and beelined towards the door.

“James, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wan—”

“Well, you did!” Bucky spat back, turning on his heels to face Sam one last time. “I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask for your charity. And I certainly didn’t ask for your pity. You don’t know me. You don’t know the horrible things I’ve done at that company. The communities I’ve helped destroy.”

“James, that wasn’t you. You were just following orders.”

“That’s bullshit! I could have quit! Found another fucking job! But I didn’t.” Bucky’s voice got louder, more heated with every word. “Now that land is permanently damaged because of the pipelines I helped build. So yeah, it was me, Sam. I’m part of that machine.” Bucky sighed, then turned back towards the door. “I… It’s late, I’m going to go. I’ll see you around.”

Sam stood speechless as he watched Bucky walk out, a few Edison bulbs glowing softly while the rest of the café filled with shadows cast by the street lights outside.

┉✪┉

“Let me get this straight. You fell asleep in his shop. Then he helped you through an anxiety attack. Then he confessed that he liked you. And then you threw a temper tantrum and stormed off?”

Bucky winced at the laughter coming through his headphones following his sister’s harsh, but not untrue summary of the night before.

“I don’t think he meant it like that, Bex.”

“Are you kidding me?! That man is crushing on you as much as, if not more than you are on him.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Bucky replied quietly.

“If I know anything, it’s that, brother. Seriously, trust me on this. When was the last time you went on a date, hmmm?”

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Oh I think it’s absolutely relevant. You’re so caught up in your self-loathing-pity-party that you can’t see when a man is so obviously into you. He closed his shop early so he could bring you tea and confess his love and concern for you, for fucks sake!”

“He said ‘like’ not ‘love’,” Bucky corrected.

“Oh, whatever! You know what I mean!.”

Bucky sighed. “So what am I supposed to do then, huh? I bet he doesn’t like me much after how I behaved last night. I’m clearly falling apart. As if he’d say yes if I asked him out now. And what am I supposed to do about Hydra? Just quit? This is all such a fucking mess,” Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his forehead to quell the dull ache that had made itself at home since he woke up that morning.

“You really are dense, Buck. Yes, it’s that fucking simple. You waltz into work tomorrow knowing you’re better than those climate-change inducing scumbags, submit your two-weeks notice, then when you’re off, head straight to Wilson’s and ASK. SAM. OUT.”

Lying on his back in bed, Bucky shifted his hand to behind his head and allowed the weight of his sister’s words to sink in. The black screen of his phone was reflecting the nearly full moon shining through his bedroom window and he had to adjust the angle to avoid being blinded.

“What about finding another job, hm? I have bills I need to pay. I have… responsibilities.” Bucky didn’t want to make his sister feel bad about the fact that he also still paid for half of her student residence rent and her phone bill while she finished her degree.

“Yeah, about that, Buck. I don’t need you to pay for my shit anymore. I mean, it’s been nice, don’t get me wrong. And don’t think I don’t appreciate it—”

“I know you do, Bex. I know.”

“Good. But seriously, I’ve only got one year of school left. I can get student loans for this last one. I’m good, I promise. The only thing I’m not good about is you running yourself into the ground working for some company that is killing your soul all because you don’t believe you deserve to find better. Do something for you, Buck, for once in your life.”

A silent tear streaked down Bucky’s cheek as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“You’ve really grown up, huh?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you. Thanks for finally noticing,” she huffed.

Bucky chuckled at his sister’s attitude. It was impossible to win an argument against her.

“Mom and dad would be so proud of you.”

Bucky heard a sniff on the other end.

“I love you. You know that right?”

“Yeah, I know. Love you too, brother. Now go get some fucking sleep. The exhaustion in your voice is making me tired.”

“Ha-ha. G’night, Bex.”

“Night, Buck.”

Bucky pulled the headphones out of his ears, made sure his alarm was set, then set his phone on his nightstand. Within minutes, he drifted into the most undisturbed sleep he’d had in over a year.

┉✪┉

It was 10:52 p.m. when Bucky finally walked into Wilson’s. Sam had been certain he wouldn’t see Bucky in the café for a while after Wednesday. So when he looked up and saw those piercing blue eyes—with the crinkle at the corners returned in full—well, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

“Hey there. Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Bucky looked around the café, making sure no one was waiting to be served. He released a sigh of relief at seeing it empty.

“Yeah, well, there’s someone I needed to apologize to,” he replied softly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

Sam’s lips spread with his signature warm smile, striking up the familiar song Bucky’s stomach and heart played every time he saw it.

“Give me a sec, then. I’ll lock up and shut ‘er down. You want anything?”

“Nah, man I’m good. Except, wait, I owe you for—”

“Don’t even think about taking your wallet out. The other night was on me, and that’s that.”

“Jeez, I’m not winning any arguments this week,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what I thought. Now, go sit your ass down and I’ll be there in a sec.”

Bucky followed Sam’s orders again, though not before moving the mismatched wingbacks into the same position as Wednesday. Grinning from ear to ear, he took a seat and waited. Once his closing routine was done, Sam took his seat, returning the smile upon seeing a happy looking Bucky.

“So, what’s this about an apology?” he asked with a teasing look, until he noticed Bucky’s face turn serious.

“Yeah, I… look, let me just say what I need to say. When I’m done, if you don’t like it or want to chew me out or kick me out then I’ll understand. But just… I thought about this all day and I need to get it out or—”

“James, I haven’t had to kick a single customer out of my shop since I opened, and I ain’t about to start now. Take your time, man. I’m not going anywhere.” Sam gave Bucky his most sincere look before leaning back into his chair. He hoped he had conveyed as much relaxation and openness as he could to counter the obvious nervousness vibrating through Bucky.

“Okay, here goes then,” Bucky breathed out, running a hand through his short chestnut waves. His knee bounced and his hands were bunched into fists. “You were right. About everything. And I’m so sorry for yelling at you. You’ve been so fucking nice to me and all you did was share your concern and I blew up at you.”

Bucky took a deep breath before continuing.

“For the past year and a half I’ve been fooling myself. Justifying my unhappiness in staying at Hydra with a bunch of excuses. Because I needed to take care of my sister. Because I needed to gain some more experience before I moved on. Because they were letting me use their software after hours, so really they were doing me a favour, right? But then my stupid boss starting piling on projects as if I owed him something more than the work I was already doing. And suddenly I was working later and later. I started having trouble sleeping. Getting anxiety attacks. I started bailing on my friends, my sister…..myself. But the one thing that I couldn’t seem to bail on was coming to see you.

“So following some advice from Bex, I quit my stupid job today and now I’m about to follow the other half of her advice. You and your fucking cobbler has kept me going this past year and half. And I don’t know if it’s what you meant when you said you liked me the other day, but man oh man, do I like you. And if I’ve misread the situation, then I’m sorry, but if I haven’t and you do like me that way, well, then, I’d like to take you out on a proper date if I haven’t royally screwed things up already, and—”

“James. James.” Sam was out of his chair and kneeling between Bucky’s thighs in an instant, uncurling his fists gently. “Just—just shut up and kiss me, oh my god.”

Sam’s fingertips pressed into Bucky’s thighs. Bucky lifted his now uncurled hands to cup either side of Sam’s jawline so that he could pull him closer. Their mouths connected, transforming into a tangle of teeth and tongues and saliva. Bucky tried to savour every second, imprint it into his brain, as he explored the curve of Sam’s lips before reluctantly breaking for air.

“So does that mean you accept my apology?” Bucky asked breathlessly, pressing his forehead into Sam’s.

“You even gotta ask? Whoooooo, you’re a better kisser than I imagined.”

“Oh, so you fantasized about me, hm?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t.”

“Alright, guilty,” Bucky admitted, pushing his lips into Sam’s once more. This time softer, slower, with purpose.

When they broke apart a second time, Bucky leaned back slightly, his thumbs caressing the apples of Sam’s cheeks. Sam had turned off all but the front lights in the café, and the now full moon was flooding the space. Sam’s face glowed almost blue as the sheen of his skin glistened in the moonlight.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Bucky said, not a hint of doubt or exaggeration in his tone. As if it were a well known fact, common knowledge.

Sam’s cheek’s were on fire and he ducked his head out of Bucky’s hands at the compliment.

“Don’t get all bashful on me now,” Bucky whispered, tilting Sam’s chin up with a knuckle.

“Well, you’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen so I guess we’re well matched then,” he retorted, gazing back into Bucky’s eyes.

“Guess we are.”

With that, Sam pressed a final kiss into Bucky’s lips before lifting himself off the floor. His knees cracked as he got up, reaching a hand to help Bucky out the chair once he was standing.

“How about a drink then? The night’s still young.”

“I thought I was the one asking you out,” Bucky huffed teasingly.

“You did, and I accepted. Now I’m telling you what I want to do on our first date. I’m a control freak, James, better get used to it.”

“Oh boy, story of my life. You and Becca will get along swimmingly,” Bucky chuckled at the thought of his sister and Sam together as he led him towards the exit.

He could already picture it. Sunday dinners at their shared apartment, their sisters swapping stories about growing up with the two men. Laughter and music filling a dining room that was already full of signs of a life built together. Too much food on the table, but everyone saved space for one of Sam’s desserts. It was domestic, comforting. It was perfect and Bucky simultaneously couldn’t wait to get there and wanted to slow down time so he could feel every moment.

“You with me, James?” Sam’s eyes searched Bucky’s face, a furrowed brow that relaxed as soon as Bucky replied.

“Yeah, Sam. Don’t think you’ll ever get rid of me now,” Bucky replied softly, leaving a lingering kiss behind Sam’s ear.

A shaky breath escaped Sam’s mouth, “That’s… that’s all I’ve wanted for a while. C’mon, let’s go celebrate. I know a place not too far from here.”

Sam grabbed Bucky’s hand and their fingers locked, like it was a gesture they had adopted years ago. With a small tug Bucky began to follow him down the sidewalk, returning the directive with a squeeze.

The city was just starting to come alive again, 11:30 p.m. on Friday night. Club goers dressed up, friends screaming in excitement. Neon signs and street lamps and the light from late night eateries all melding together. The full moon added itself to the mix, as if to light their way. Not that they needed it. The two men were already glowing, an inextinguishable light radiating off them as they strolled into the night.

la fin

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In the US: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/apr/28/indigenous-americans-drinking-water-navajo-nation

In Canada: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2021/apr/30/canada-first-nations-justin-trudeau-drinking-water

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Hey again!

I'm sorry this sh*t cut again 🙃

This app hates me for real

Enjoy!

My dear 🧶, I'm sorry it took this long! I hope you'll enjoy it!

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🧶Okay so I’m thinking of y/n being on vacation with SKZ and her and Hyune using this time as a romantic getaway to spend time with each other type vibe. I wanted to switch up the dynamics with this one where he isn’t hiding that he doesn’t feel well and he keeps telling y/n and the others that he feels really nauseous and has a migraine but everyone just brushes it off. Then that night he doesn’t even eat much of his dinner and lays his head down on y/n lap because he feels dizzy but ends up throwing up everywhere and everyone realizes that it’s serious. Then they just go to bed and he takes a painkiller for the migraine and at first it works but the next day everything deteriorates and his head feels worse and he keeps vomiting. And there’s an emotional moment where he’s just crying because he’s really frustrated with everything and y/n hugs and comforts him.

A little angst 😌

SUMMER VACATION

The boys were on a little break in between promotions, a time when they wanted to do everything, from sleeping all day to going out.

This time around, they had two weeks off, no photoshoots or individual schedules for surprise content for STAYs, just freedom to do whatever they wanted.

You were on vacation from your job as well and Hyunjin wanted you to come with them to a little vacation house.

It was summer and being a little far away from the city would be good for all of you.

Since the trip wasn't that far away, this time you rented two cars to go, as it also would give you the freedom to go to the near town if needed.

The day of the trip was sunny and almost too hot, it felt like each of you had a sun of your own on top of your head.

Everyone was excited about the trip but one person, Hyunjin.

He wanted to have a small romantic getaway with you and enjoy some free time before both of you went back to work.

But his body did not want to cooperate with him. He woke up feeling strange, and lethargic, and at first, he thought that he was just tired, after all, he had just finished promotions, and he still haven't had time to properly rest.

He sat on the edge of the bed and felt a weird pressure in his head and a painful sting as well, signs he was at the beginning of a migraine. He took a moment before actually getting up, afraid that if he did so, he was gonna pass out.

When he deemed it safe, he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the trip. But on the way to the bathroom, his stomach began to act up as well, it flipped, making the contents slosh around and he felt a sudden wave of nausea.

When he got to the bathroom, he went directly to the sink and grabbed the edges for support.

He took a good look in the mirror and noticed that despite feeling awful he didn't look that way. He washed his face to properly wake up and spat out thick saliva. He didn't have the urge to throw up but he didn't want to swallow that either.

As he rinsed his mouth, the feeling of the cold water touching his lips gave him some sort of comfort and relief. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before entering the shower, as he was afraid he might get sick or faint.

The cold water did provide some comfort from the heat but at the same time, it bothered his already aching head.

Coming out of the shower, his migraine had worsened a bit so he went to ask Chan if he had anything for the pain.

- Chan-hyung, good morning...

- Oh, Hyunjin-ah, good morning! Are you done packing?

- Almost. Hyung, do you have any painkillers?

- Hm? Why? Are you okay?

- Not really...My head is killing me and I feel sick...

- Maybe you're still tired from the promotions and a bit anxious about the trip. Here, take these.

- Thanks, hyung.

He took the medicine with some cold water but the tiny bit of taste it left in his mouth made him gag. He took another deep breath in and managed to keep everything down.

Since the weather was hot, he put on some light, comfortable yet fashionable clothes and finished packing his bag, taking as much medicine as possible with him.

Just like always, you went to the dorm to help the boys finish packing and this time, make sure that each car had one cooler with drinks and food, otherwise, you were going to perish on the way to the house.

Arriving there you found out that, surprisingly, the boys were almost ready, different from the other time when you had to mom them before leaving.

- Hello, guys!

- Oh, y/n! Hello! Good morning!

- I see that we're better prepared this time.

You said smirking.

- hahaha yes!

- Where are the coolers?

- At the kitchen!

- I'll take a look and make sure we have everything we need.

- Okay! Thanks!

You headed to the kitchen and checked the two coolers, they had some fruit, snacks, and a lot of water, sports drinks, and juice. Everything to keep everyone hydrated during this trip, since the sun looked like it was laughing at you.

After that, you went to Hyunjin's bedroom and found him sitting at the edge of the bed, with earphones on.

- Hello, honey!

- Oh, hello babe!

He said, being a little dramatic as he got startled.

- Excited about the trip?

- Hm... yes and no...

- Hm? Why?

- I don't feel well...Like, my head is hurting, it feels like my migraine is working up and I feel nauseous...

- Oh honey. I'm sure it's just because you're tired. After all, you just finished promotions, this trip is kind of rushed.

- Yeah, maybe...

He was sure something wasn't right with him but he couldn't tell if it was just because he was anxious and it would go away eventually or if it was something else, but he trusted you with all his heart, so if you said it could be because he was just tired, he'd rather believe in your words.

- Come here.

You hugged him, kissed the top of his head, and took a good look at him.

The clothes he picked up along with the light pink hair made him look ethereal, you were always amazed by his fashion sense.

- Woah, you look amazing!

- You too, babe.

- Are done packing?

- Yep.

- Then let's wait for the others in the living room.

You both sat down on the couch as the rest finished packing their stuff and double-checked if everything was there.

You got the coolers and went to the car.

Since there were nine of you, one car had to transport 5 people and the other, 4.

The boys didn't want you to be uncomfortable and cramped during the road trip, so you went in the car with fewer people, with Hyunjin, Lee Know, and Felix. And in the other car were Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin.

The place you were headed was 3h to 4h away from the dorms, which meant you'd be trapped inside a car, in the heat of the summer, for at least half of that time and no one was looking forward to that.

Lee Know was driving and you two had agreed you'd switch with him for the other half of the trip.

As for the first half, you and Hyunjin sat in the back while Felix was in the front with Lee Know.

The trip started with a nice vibe, the AC was on and music was playing, and everyone was singing and talking and just enjoying the view.

Hyunjin was also enjoying a little bit, despite his head practically begging him to ask the others to turn the volume down, because he saw that you were having fun.

He sang and talked as well, and even accepted a few snacks and a sports drink, even though his stomach wasn't that settled.

As minutes passed, that excitement started to disappear as the heat intensified and you felt like you were inside an oven.

Out of everyone in that car, Hyunjin felt the worst. His head was pounding, his eyes stung from the brightness outside, not even the sunglasses were working, he felt dizzy, the heat inside the car was making him feel suffocated and his nausea was coming back stronger than before.

- Minho, can you turn up? The AC?

- I think it's already maxed...

- Really? I feel like I'm melting back here...

You said, fanning your face with your hand.

Hyunjin closed his eyes, trying to protect them from the brightness outside and also trying to control his nausea. He grabbed a cold towel from inside the cooler and placed it on his nape, to see if he could refresh a bit, but none of it was working.

His nausea was increasing and he was starting to panic, he wasn't sure if he was gonna be sick but he was starting to feel like he couldn't breathe.

Without noticing, he started to hyperventilate, trying to catch his breath but along with that, his stomach kept doing flips.

He didn't know what was happening, he wasn't sure if he wanted to vomit or not, but he was sure he needed to get out of that car.

- Hyung, please pull over.

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden request.

- Is everything okay?

- Honey, are you alright?

- I don't feel good. I feel dizzy and like I'm gonna throw up.

- Okay, hold on.

Thankfully, there was a shoulder just a few meters away.

Lee Know stopped the car and Hyunjin opened the door to his side and sat at the edge of the seat.

You grabbed a bottle of water and went to his side. Before giving it to him you poured some of it on his nape, to try to relieve some of the heat.

- Here, drink some.

- Thanks.

He gladly accepted the bottle and took small sips, paying attention to the cool sensation as it went down his throat. He was thirsty and he wanted to chug down that entire bottle but he knew better that if he did that, he was gonna throw up.

- Feeling better?

You said putting a cold cloth on his nape and massaging it.

- Not really. I still feel nauseous...

- I think you're a bit carsick and the heat isn't helping.

You said as you continued to massage his nape.

- Maybe...

He kept his head up and eyes shut as he tried to take deep breaths and cool down a bit with the cold cloth on his neck. When he looked down again, it was as if there were waves drawn on it.

- Do you think you're okay to go back to the car?

Lee Know said getting close to Hyunjin and pressing his shoulder.

- No... just give me a minute...I still feel lightheaded...

- Okay. Take your time.

Lee Know stepped away to call Chan and tell them their situation.

- Hyung?

- Minho? Is everything okay?

- Not really. I mean, we had to stop for a few minutes because Hyunjin started to feel unwell.

- Is he okay? What happened?

- He said he felt dizzy and nauseous. We think he's carsick and maybe the heat is making it worse.

- Okay. There's a rest area a few kilometers ahead, we'll meet you there. No need to rush.

- Okay, hyung. Bye.

Minho got back to you to tell you what they were going to do.

- I called Chan-hyung and he said that there's a rest area ahead and we'll meet there.

- Okay.

You were still by Hyunjin's side, massaging his nape and fanning him, trying to provide some sort of comfort from the heat.

- Babe, do you think you're okay now?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Okay, come on.

You helped him up slowly making sure he wouldn't feel dizzy. You held his arm firmly, in case something happened.

- You good?

- Yeah. Felix, can you switch seats with me?

- Of course. It'll help with the carsickness, right?

- Hopefully. Thank you.

You all got back in the car with Hyunjin now sitting in the front with Lee Know and Felix and you in the backseat.

Sitting in the front, looking at the road ahead, did help with his nausea a bit, he wanted to believe it was just carsickness but deep down he knew it was the case. His head was throbbing but he was too afraid to take any medicine now and throwing up right after. He just stayed with his sunglasses on and tried to focus on the road and also not die of heat inside that car.

In about 1h30 you reached the rest area and met with the others.

- Here we are. Let's get inside the store, it might be cooler there.

You got out, relieved to be out of that burning hot car.

Hyunjin was still feeling nauseous, not as strong as before but it was still there and he was scared to move and worsen, his headache or feel dizzy again. But at the same time, the car was too hot and that was making him feel even worse than what he already did.

He opened the door to his side and took a deep breath before getting out. He stood up slowly and leaned on the car for a few seconds before walking to the store.

- Are you still feeling dizzy?

- Just a bit...

- Let's go, I'll hold you if anything happens.

You said smiling and wrapping your arms around his waist.

Just like Lee Know said, the store was cooler and they had a nice bistro with delicious snacks.

You ordered an iced latte and a slice of cake, while Hyunjin's stomach twisted at the smell of the coffee and the sight of food, it took everything in his power to surpass a gag.

- Honey, do you want something?

- No...I'm not that hungry.

- At least get a popsicle then, to help with this god-forsaken heat.

- I'll do that.

He wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not, but he was feeling as if he was boiling so he bought a watermelon-flavored one, that much to his surprise wasn't as sweet so it settled well with his stomach.

- Is it tasty?

- Hm! It's not too sweet! Do you want some?

- Just a bite.

That was the first moment of this trip that Hyunjin enjoyed so far. For a brief minute, everything he was feeling was gone and he just enjoyed that little moment with you.

Everyone finished their meals, went to the bathroom, and then back to the cars.

Just like agreed earlier, you were driving to the summer house.

Hyunjin sat on the front, to prevent that awful nausea from coming back and Lee Know and Felix were in the backseat.

The ride was not as cheerful as the beginning because the heat was practically unbearable and not even the AC was enough and they had little fans as well, you were all close to ducking your head inside the cooler.

Hyunjin kept his eyes focused on the road as his nausea started to build up again, his stomach gurgled and sent an air bubble up his throat, he brought his hand to his mouth to surpass what ended up being a wet burp, and it almost made him gag.

- Hey, babe, are you alright?

You said putting your hands on his leg.

- Yeah, I mean, the nausea is still lingering around...

He answered grabbing your hand and squeezing it. You squeezed it back reassuring him you were there.

- Do you want us to pull over again?

- No...I don't think so...

- Babe, it's okay if we stop again if you're feeling carsick...

- No, I'm fine...I just feel awful and I wanna rest.

You were a bit taken aback by how he said that but you just brushed it off as him being uncomfortable with the heat and getting irritated.

The last half of the road trip was a lot quieter compared to the first one. The radio was on, but barely audible, Felix had fallen asleep, Lee Know was on his phone and Hyunjin kept his hands on his head, starting to throb in pain.

In about an hour, you arrived at the vacation house. It was just an hour, but to Hyunjin felt like three.

He kept his eyes closed for the rest of the trip and when he opened them again, he felt a little dizzy, taking in all the information.

You got out of the car first and went to help Felix and Lee Know to take the bags from the trunk.

Hyunjin stepped out of the car and leaned on it for a while, both hands on his knees for support, as his head spun from the movement and his stomach flipped.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, are you okay?

Lee Know asked as he passed by the younger boy to get more stuff out of the car.

- I felt lightheaded and nauseous...

- It's just the carsickness, you'll feel better in a while.

- Yeah...

Hyunjin took deep breaths and made sure he wasn't going to pass out before walking to the house.

Entering the house, everyone was amazed by how beautiful and cozy it was. It had a cooling system, which meant it felt heavenly inside and there was a huge pool outside, just waiting for them.

They went to their rooms just to open their bags and put on swimsuits and jump right into the pool.

You went to your and Hyunjin's bedroom and also wore your swimsuit and got to the pool area.

- Babe, you're not coming?

- Hm? Go ahead, I'll go to the bathroom first.

- Okay.

You left and met with the others at the pool, and they had already started a barbecue. Chan was grilling the meat while the others played in the pool, so you decided to help Chan for a while making some fresh drinks for everyone.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin also came down to the pool and lay down on the sun lounger.

- Hey honey, is everything okay?

- Yeah. And you, are enjoying the pool?

- Not yet, I'm helping Chan with the food. Let me help you put on sunscreen.

You sat behind him on the lounger and applied sunscreen on his back, the cool sensation from the lotion felt amazing on his skin, and your touch helped him feel a little bit better. You asked him to turn around and applied it on his face, he scrunched his nose making the cutest expression and you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him.

- Why are you so cute?

- I just am.

He said giggling and kissing you back. Seeing that you thought that he was just carsick and was now feeling better. And Hyunjin also thought the same so he decided to enjoy the time outside.

He didn't go into the pool because, apart from being afraid of getting sick, he felt drained from the trip, so he stayed on the lounger, just enjoying the cool wind.

You got into the pool and played with the boys a little, and it made Hyunjin happy to see you having fun. He was feeling bad but seeing you happy made him happy as well.

When Chan was done grilling the meat, he called the boys to eat before going into the pool again.

You sat with Hyunjin on the lounger after grabbing a plate.

- Honey, you're not gonna eat?

- I'm not that hungry...

- Just a little bite? The meat is delicious, you'll like it.

You said smiling and pointing the meat towards his mouth. Hyunjin didn't want to eat anything but he didn't want you to be sad, after asking so cutely. He started to chew and immediately regretted accepting the bite, the meat was rather chewy, which usually he wouldn't mind, but today that was setting his stomach off. Each chew was a challenge, the meat was losing its taste in his mouth but he couldn't swallow. When he finally managed, he prayed that he didn't gag or get nauseous and that prayer was heard.

After 40 minutes, everyone was back in the pook and now Lee Know was in charge of the meat, while Chan got to have fun with the kids.

Hyunjin was still in the lounge, enjoying the sunlight as he watched you play in the pool. But the smell of the barbecue was starting to get too much and each breath in made his stomach twist, nausea building up intensely.

He was able to suppress a gag and got up from his place.

- Hyung, I don't feel good. I'm feeling nauseous, I'm gonna go inside.

Hyunjin said putting a hand on his stomach.

- Okay. Try to rest a little, maybe you're still feeling unwell from the car ride.

Hyunjin went up to your bedroom to rest.

He found some Dramin pills and took them to see if they'd help with that horrible nausea and lay down on the bed.

In the beginning, he couldn't get comfortable because of how hot it was even with the ac on and straight on him. He tried to scroll through his phone to distract himself but the migraine just kept getting worse and the brightness from the phone screen was making his eyes sting.

He put his phone to the side and just shut his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing to see if he could relax a bit and also help with the nausea. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

Back in the pool, the boys were asking where Hyunjin was since they were too focused on the game before and didn't notice him leaving.

- Lee Know-hyung, where is Hyunjin?

- He went back to his bedroom, and he said he was still feeling nauseous. I think he is still a bit car sick.

The boys were a little worried but they all thought it was just carsickness so they imagined that some rest should make him feel better.

You went back inside to check on him and went up to your bedroom. You found him sleeping soundly, so you tip-toed yourself into the room, closed the curtain, and left. Thankfully, he didn't even flinch.

You went back to the pool with the boys and told them he was sleeping and they were relieved to see that he was getting better from the ride.

You decided to let Hyunjin rest and enjoyed the pool for the rest of the day with the other members.

Hyunjin slept soundly for about 3 hours, he didn't move an inch from his initial position in bed.

When he woke up, he noticed the curtains had been closed and the room felt a lot more cozy that way. It was a feeling he wanted to enjoy but his body had other plans.

His stomach was still gurgling and turning and his head was pounding, he felt like there was a tsunami inside his stomach and someone hammering his head. He cursed under his breath that the medicine only made him sleep, but didn't work with the nausea, even though it was a medication for nausea, and now he was starting to panic

"If this isn't working, then what am I gonna take?"

He thought to himself as the nausea kept growing stronger. He carefully lay on his back, as his stomach revolted.

The movement, as minimum as it was, made his head throb and he felt dizzy, he covered his eyes with one arm and rested his other hand on his stomach, as he swallowed the thick saliva that filled his mouth.

His stomach kept doing flips and sloshing the little amount he ate during the day around, he felt it wanting to go up his throat so he started to swallow convulsively.

He kept on swallowing thick saliva, while his hand gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in an attempt to control what he was feeling.

He repeated the pattern until his mouth went numb and the nausea finally subsided. He felt relief wash over his body, but his head still throbbed, not giving him a break, and he kept his eyes shut, not daring to open them and worsen his already killer migraine.

He grew exhausted from the whole process of controlling his nausea and dealing with his migraine without medication that he fell asleep again without notice. And like that, he stayed until noon.

After playing in the pool the whole day, everyone was ready for a well-deserved bath to have dinner and hit the bed.

While the others went to their rooms to take their showers, you went to your bedroom to wake Hyunjin up.

When you entered the room, he was sleeping like a baby, and you didn't want to wake him up but he needed to take a bath and eat something.

You carefully approached him and sat on the bed beside him, and gently caressed his arm, not to startle him awake.

- Honey, wake up...

You said softly.

- Hm? Babe? What time is it?

He said barely opening his eyes, voice raspy.

- About 7 PM. Are you okay?

- Not really... I took a Dramin pill earlier thinking it would help with the nausea but it just made me sleep. I still feel nauseous and my migraine is killing me...

- Oh babe, I'm sure you're just tired from the ride and the weather. Why don't you take a shower so we can head down and have dinner?

- I will...

He took your advice and went to the bathroom to take a shower, while you organized your bags.

Hyunjin was feeling awful, the nausea just wouldn't go away, and his head was throbbing to the point where he was considering keeping his eyes shut the whole time. He thought maybe a shower would make him feel at least, less hot and less icky.

He took a rather cold shower, considering how hot it was outside, but the low temperature of the water was making his head pound again. He felt as if someone was squeezing his head on both sides and that made him incredibly dizzy, his vision got blurred so he sat down, afraid of passing out.

He took deep breaths to make sure he wasn't feeling lightheaded before standing up again.

When he was up on his feet again, his stomach gurgled, as if telling him that staying sit would've been a wiser choice.

He took deep breaths once again and finished his bath before anything could happen.

When he entered the shower he was hoping it would be a refreshing one, that would help him relax but he got out still feeling miserable, and it didn't help with the heat as well. He put on some light clothes and went to the bedroom.

You entered the shower right after him and he sat on the bed, too afraid to lay down and feel even more nauseous.

You two headed downstairs for dinner, and the boys had already cooked a delicious summer meal with cold drinks.

You sat beside Hyunjin at the table and put on your plate.

He hesitantly grabbed a few things that looked like would settle down well and put on his plate.

You were chatting about the day and how exhausted you were from the road trip, planning what to do the next day, etc.

Hyunjin was rather quiet throughout, eating slowly. He took small amounts and was chewing slowly, every bite made his stomach gurgle, and swallowing the food was a challenge.

After one more bite, he felt his stomach act up a little more so he put his chopsticks down and sat back on his chair.

- Are you done, love?

- Yeah...I'm not that hungry...

- Okay, sweetie.

You said kissing him on the cheek.

You finished eating and helped the others organize the table and do the dishes while Hyunjin just sat on the couch, waiting for you.

You went to the living room with the others and sat beside him.

- Babe, can I lay on your lap? I feel dizzy...

- Really? Of course, honey. Come here.

You said tapping on your legs.

He lay down and you started to stroke his hair and his arm.

The tv was on, everyone was dozing off every once in a while, and you continued to play with Hyunjin's hair. He seemed comfortable from your point of view, but in reality, he was feeling miserable.

As he lay on your lap, his dizziness wasn't quite going away, even though he was lying down, the room was spinning as if he was standing up, not even keeping his eyes closed was helping. His whole body felt weird because he kept switching between feeling cold and hot, but he didn't have a fever.

And the turmoil in his stomach was growing stronger by the second. He could feel its content sloshing around and threatening to make its way up.

He felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth flooded with saliva, he did his best to swallow it down without moving from your lap as he was afraid that any movement would just make him vomit. He squeezed his hands as he swallowed convulsively until his mouth felt numb.

At first, it worked, but moments later he felt it again, only this time his mouth wasn't filled with saliva. He felt an air bubble coming up, it made him feel choked so he decided to burp.

But his body sent him no warning of what was coming.

As soon as he burped, vomit gushed out getting on you and on the floor, startling everyone, including himself.

- Oh my god! Babe!

You said as he quickly got up from your lap as another violent stream made its way out, and you barely had time to hold his hair.

- Get a bucket and clean cloths! Oh babe, it's okay, just let it out.

He kept his head down as you held his hair and rubbed his back.

He spat out thick saliva and barely had a moment to breathe before another wave hit the bucket that one of the boys thankfully got in time.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden situation unfolding in front of them.

You kept rubbing his back as another wave ripped through him, making him arch his back and sway forward.

- Oh babe, you're doing good.

You reassured him as the boys went to get water for Hyunjin and cloths to clean up the mess.

He stopped for a moment and only spat out saliva before going silent.

You tied his hair and massaged his nape while your other hand grabbed his.

- Hyunjin? Babe? Talk to me.

He just kept his head down, completely silent, it was as if the whole world had lost its sounds.

- Babe? Look at me. Hey, look at me.

You said as you gently lifted his face only to see tears flowing down his cheeks.

- Honey! What's wrong? Why are you crying?

He just turned the other way as he brought a hand to wipe off the tears from his eyes.

At this point, you were getting seriously worried about what was wrong with him.

- Hyunjin, please. Baby, please, look at me. What's going on?

He looked at you teary-eyed before he actually managed to speak.

- I feel frustrated! I've been telling you that I felt sick since morning and none of you cared!

Everyone's heart sunk to their stomachs.

- I told you I had a migraine and that I felt nauseous all day but you kept insisting that it was carsickness or just nerves from the trip. You didn't bother to think that it could've been something else.

None of you knew how to react to what was happening in front of you. You didn't know what to say to comfort the poor boy crying in front of you. You felt guilty for not paying enough attention, you felt guilty for brushing him off the entire day, you felt guilty.

- I'm so sorry. I'm deeply sorry, honey. I honestly thought it'd just go away. I'm so sorry.

You said almost in tears yourself.

- Hyunjin-ah, I'm sorry for not noticing and for not helping you. I'm really sorry.

Chan said kneeling in front of him, resting his hand on one of Hyunjin's knees.

Hyunjin just ducked his head again, crying harder and sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him and embraced him, trying to calm him down.

- I'm right here, love. I'm so sorry. Please, stop crying. You're gonna make yourself feel sick again.

The more he cried, the more he felt nauseous as he kept swallowing saliva. He didn't have time to escape from your embrace before his stomach sent its content rapidly up his throat.

He gagged as a thick stream of vomit gushed out of his mouth onto your lap, soiling both your clothes.

- Oh my god!

The boys exclaimed as they scattered around to grab more cloths for you and Hyunjin.

- I-I'm sorry-

Hyunjin said between sobs and hiccups before another wave ripped through him but this time he was able to get the bucket in time.

- It's okay, babe. Don't worry. Just get everything out.

The boys handed you a cloth so you could wipe off most of the mess while Hyunjin continued to throw up next to you.

You kept rubbing his back and giving him little kisses, trying to give him some comfort.

He gagged wetly one last time but only bile and thick saliva came out, indicating his stomach was empty.

Chan came back with a bottle of cold water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth and get rid of that putrid taste in his mouth.

- Honey, how are you feeling?

- Gross...and my migraine is worse than before...I feel lightheaded.

- Okay. Why don't we go take a shower? Sounds good to you?

- Yeah...

- Can you stand?

- No, I feel like I'm gonna pass out...

Chan made his way to Hyunjin and put one of his arms across his shoulder while his other arm wrapped around the younger boy's waist.

- Hyung will take you to the bathroom, okay? We'll go slowly so you won't get dizzy, alright?

- Hmm

Hyunjin barely had his eyes open because of how much his head was pounding.

- Y/n, go take your shower. We'll take care of him.

- Thank you, guys.

Chan made his way up with Hyunjin, while you went to your bedroom to take a shower as well and the other boys proceeded to clean the living room.

Chan thanked heavens this house had bathtubs in the bathrooms or else it would be difficult for Hyunjin to shower in his condition.

- Hyunjin-ah, how are you feeling now?

- Dizzy...and tired...

- Okay. I will wash your hair for you, alright?

- Thanks, hyung...I'm sorry...

- No. We're the ones who should be apologizing for not taking your complaints seriously. I'm sorry. Get in the bathtub, the quicker we shower the quicker you'll get to rest.

- Okay...

Hyunjin sat down in the bathtub and Cham turned on the water, lukewarm, so as not to make him cold or make him feel even worse because of the heat outside.

- How's the water?

- Good...

Hyunjin said, voice raspy from the strain earlier.

Chan proceeded to wash his hair, very carefully and gave him a little massage to help with the migraine and relaxation as well.

- Hyung...

- Hm? What is it? Are you feeling sick again?

- No... Do you think y/n is mad at me?

- Why would they?

- Because I threw up on them and because of all the things I said...

- No. They are not. Y/n would never be mad at you for that. Just relax.

Hyunjin didn't know exactly what he was feeling, frustration because no one listened to him all day or anger because he didn't mean to act like that towards you and the members.

He covered his face, letting out a heavy sigh and a choked sob.

- Hey, hey. Stop that. It'll be okay, don't worry, alright? Do you trust me?

- Yes.

- Good. Now just relax.

Chan finished washing his hair and rising it and made sure the boy was okay to finish his shower alone.

- Are you feeling okay to be alone here?

- Yeah. I'm good.

- I'll be right outside, okay? If you start feeling unwell, just call me, alright? I won't close the door.

Chan went into the bedroom and stayed on the bed while Hyunjin finished showering.

A few minutes later, the sick boy came out looking flushed and tired.

- You good?

- Hhmm. My head hurts and I'm tired...

- Y/n is still showering so let me dry your hair.

Chan blow-dried Hyunjin's hair and applied one of the boy's favorite products to make it look healthy, especially given the fact that it was pink.

Hyunjin thanked his hyung for the help and went to his bedroom.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and waited for you to come out of the shower.

You were met with a tired-looking boy with fluffy cotton candy pink colored hair sitting on the bed, eyes puffy indicating that he'd been crying.

- Hey, honey. Did you manage to take a shower?

You said softly, placing the towel on the chair and sitting beside him.

- Yes...Chan hyung helped me...

- Are you feeling a little better?

- Not really...babe, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier...

- There's no need to apologize, honey. I'm the one who should be sorry for brushing you off the whole day. I'm sorry.

You said, tucking his hair behind his ear to get a closer look at his face before kissing him and pulling him into your embrace.

He hugged you back, burying his head in your chest.

- Honey, do you think you can stomach a light smoothie? Just so you can take something for your migraine?

- Maybe... I don't know...

- I'll put very little sugar in it.

- Okay

You went downstairs to make him the smoothie and went back up.

- Here.

- Thank you.

He took small sips, very carefully so as not to upset his stomach any further.

- Hmm! It tastes good! Thank you!

- Really?

- Yeah! It's not sweet but it tastes very good.

- I'm glad you liked it! And your stomach? Is it accepting it well?

- Yeah. I don't feel nauseous.

- Great! Do you think you can stomach some medicine?

- Yep.

You gave him some painkillers to help with his migraine and he gladly took them. And thankfully his stomach accepted them as well.

You two decided to watch some tv while he took his time to drink the smoothie as slowly as possible so as not to trigger his stomach.

After about an hour, he had already drunk the entire smoothie and was starting to get sleepy.

- Babe, how are you feeling?

- My stomach doesn't feel that nauseous and my head feels better.

He said giving you a cute smile.

- Thank god. Let's sleep, shall we? Come here.

You said opening your arms as he gladly lay his head to rest on your chest, you stroking his hair while he drifted off to sleep.

You were thankful that after such a tiring day for him, he managed to fall asleep without any more incidents.

The night went on smoothly, you could hear the crickets outside and the weather was cool and a little windy, much deserved after such a scorching day.

You woke up around 7 AM, the house was quiet, indicating that the other boys were still in deep sleep. During the night Hyunjij went to his side of the bed and you kept lightly stroking his hair throughout.

You looked to the side and he was still fast asleep, didn't even flinch when you moved a little in the bed. You thought that what happened yesterday was just a malaise and that he was okay. But you soon discovered that wasn't the case.

You went back to sleep but just a few minutes later Hyunjin jumped out of bed.

As he was sleeping he started to feel something revolting in his stomach, it grew from an uneasiness to an unbearable nausea that just kept growing. He felt the hot liquid coming up his chest making him gag, he put a hand on his mouth and darted off the bed startling you.

He barely had time to reach the toilet as a strong wave of vomit ripped through his body hitting the edges of the toilet as well the bathroom floor.

You jumped from the bed and followed him to the bathroom, just in time to see the mess unfold before your eyes.

- Oh god. It's okay, it's okay.

You ran to his side and held his hair for him as he lurched forward as another strong thick wave of pale vomit gushed out of his mouth hitting the toilet water with a sickening sound.

- Oh, babe. I'm right here.

You rubbed his back in circles while your other hand kept holding his hair.

Another wave arched his back making him cough because of the strain and made him sway forward, almost losing his balance.

You guided him to kneel down and once he was safe on the ground you went to get a hair tie.

- I'm back honey, let me tie your hair. Let me flush this as well, it's a mess.

After flushing, you kneeled down next to him and kept rubbing his back as he rested his head on his arm.

- B-babe...I feel awful...

- Oh honey...I know... it'll be better once everything is out.

As if on cue his stomach gurgled making him retch and face the toilet again before another stream came out. He barely had time to breathe as another stronger wave forced its way out, coming out of his nose as well. You kept rubbing his back up and down and giving it some light taps.

- Oh my poor boy.

You said as you got some toilet paper and helped him blow his nose, so some of the content and stench came out before making him feel sick again.

He turned his head to the toilet one more time as a stream of bile came out and after that, he was left spitting out saliva and gagging unproductively.

- Honey, I don't think there's anything left for you to throw up. Let's lean back a bit.

You flushed the toilet and helped him lean his weight on your chest. You kept rubbing his stomach and drawing patterns on his hand to help him calm down.

- Babe, how are you feeling?

- Exhausted...

- Do you think you can stand up to rinse your mouth?

- No...I feel dizzy...

- Okay, I'll get a glass for you.

You brought a glass full of water to rinse his mouth and he did so and then spat out in the toilet.

A few moments later, someone knocked on the door, it was Minho.

- Hey. Are you guys okay?

- Not really. Hyunjin threw up a lot just now.

- I woke up and noticed you weren't on the bed and I heard some noises so I came here to check.

- He was fine last night before we went to sleep. He slept well but then he jolted out of bed and got really sick. He even feels a little feverish.

- Let me help you guys to the bedroom. Hyunjin-ah, can you stand?

- No, hyung...I don't have any strength...

- Okay, hyung will help you, okay?

Minho placed his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helps him up to his feet. Once standing, the older kept holding him until he felt grounded, you also by his side supporting some of his weight.

- Hyunjin-ah, do you feel faint?

- Just a little bit...hold on a minute...

He said blinking his eyes, trying to focus his vision and feel the ground steady underneath his feet.

- Are you good? Let's try to walk a little, and see if you feel faint again.

Minho helped Hyunjin walk but after 4 steps he felt his stomach flip again and hot liquid coming up his throat.

- Hold on...I'm gonna throw up again...

- Okay.

Minho turned around so Hyunjin was facing the sink, since in this condition kneeling him down again to stand up later would just make him feel dizzier and dizzier.

The young boy grabbed the edges of the sink and ducked his head as he proceeded to throw up one more time. Minho and you stayed by his side, holding him to make sure he wouldn't fall and rubbing his back for comfort. Given the ordeal from a few minutes ago, there wasn't much left for him to throw up.

You helped him rinse his mouth once again and wiped it with some clean cloth.

-Think we can go to the bedroom now?

- Hm.

He just nodded, he was too tired after everything that happened since they arrived at the house. Almost too tired, he didn't have any strength left in his body to even move and he felt like he was starting to get a fever.

- Hyung...babe...my body feels heavy...

- Are you gonna pass out?

- I don't know...

He just wanted to lay down and hopefully sleep again.

- Hyung will carry you, okay? Are you okay with that?

- Yes...

Minho proceeded to carry Hyunjin to your bedroom, really carefully so as not to make him feel nauseous again.

He gently settled the young boy on the bed.

- Rest now. Y/n, I'ĺl go to the drug store in a bit to get some things for him, okay?

- Thanks, Minho.

- Thanks, hyung...

Hyunjin said as he lay down and put a light cover on top of him.

You grabbed a bucket and placed it close to him, in case anything happened again, and lay down close to him.

- how are you feeling?

- exhausted...

- and your migraine? And your stomach?

- my migraine is killing me now, it's pounding like it's being hammered from the inside... my stomach just feels weird, not nauseous...

- Do you want to take anything for the migraine?

- no...I'm afraid I'll just vomit again...

- Oh honey...come here.

You opened your arms inviting him to come closer to you. You gave him an eye mask to help with the migraine and embraced him as he rest his head on your chest.

- I'm sorry for worrying you...

- Dont. Just try to relax a little, okay? I love you, honey.

- I love you too.

He said as he buried his head even more in your chest.

As you stroke his hair and drew patterns on his hand, he focused on your breathing and your heartbeat.

They were steady and calm, and he focused all his mind on those rhythms. They made him feel grounded and safe. He started to follow those rhythms until his breathing and his heartbeat matched yours, and when you noticed, he'd fallen asleep.

You gave him a light kiss on the top of his head, before continuing to stroke his hair and he didn't move an inch. You were grateful that he had finally managed to sleep and his expression looked peaceful.

Thankfully in a matter of minutes, it started to rain. The image of the rain, along with the sound of nature outside, rain pouring, leaves rattling, and raindrops hitting the window glass, that was all that all of you needed to take a proper rest.

The whole house was completely silent, everyone was sleeping, enjoying that moment of peace.

You were thankful for the rain and happy that the house was silent because it meant that these hardworking boys, whom you love so much, were finally resting well.

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 2 years

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hiii 💕 can i ask for: 🚙 and 🏥 for jasya in the single mom au please??

Anything for my best gal cece!

🚙 Road trip headcanons!

Like a year or so into dating, Dayas sister, Crystal, gets married and holds the wedding in Springfield MO, since that’s where she and her fiancé Gigi, first met

So Daya and Jasmine decide to just drive there and have a fun lil summer vacation and the wedding

Now driving for 18+ hours by themselves would be a challenge on its own but it’s 18+ hours of driving and an almost 2 year old which means they have to have a plan

So they have it where they switch off like almost every state but Daya ends up doing most of the driving because…

Lil Miss Ava, does not like car rides and to even like tolerate them, Jasmine or Daya have to be sitting in the back with her- she prefers Jasmine being there (tbh Daya would too so she’s not too jealous)

But Daya really doesn’t mind and she’s a better driver than Jasmine anyways

So Dayas driving and Jasmines on Toddler duty but she’s a great co-pilot too

She’s got all of Dayas snacks and drinks and checks up on her on the hour

Plus she plays games like when they’re stuck in traffic, the pick a car color and count how many they see

Ava won with ‘4 bajillion shiny cars’ they didn’t have the very to tell her that shiny wasn’t a color so they let that slide

They end up taking a couple of breaks to stretch and pause before getting back on the road and to get Ava to sleep so Jasmine can sit upfront or drive for a little to give Daya some sort of break

They hit there solid golden hours where Ava’s either asleep or somewhat tolerating the drive so Dayas able to sleep before switching off with Jasmine

When it’s just the two of them at night driving and Ava’s passed out, they talk about life and hopes for the future, reminiscing about their favorite moments and memories

Jasmine ends up falling asleep in the passengers seat while Daya just drives and thinks she’d the luckiest woman in the world

Jasmine still remembers that first roadtrip and thinks that she would want to take a thousand more with Daya

🏥 Taking care of Injuries headcanons!

Okay okay okay I have like a whole fic already written for this but imma go deeper on it

So Dayas Diabetic, obviously, but early into there relationship she didn’t tell Jasmine cuz she was afraid because in past relationships her partners treated her differently when they found out and Daya absolutely hated it

But anyways, so Daya comes over and she faints because her blood sugar gets too low

And Jasmine freaks

She’s in fully mama nurse mode and gets the works

Juice, blankets, cookies, you name it Jasmines got it

And when Daya finally wakes up Jasmine is so relieved but still angry because Daya never told her about it but she’s just thankfully Dayas okay

Now she always carry’s juice and Dayas favorite snacks in her purse or diaper bag just in case

Now when Jasmine gets hurt… that’s a whole other story

It was actually at Crystals wedding when Jasmine ended up passing out at the reception, the heat and sun getting to her

And Daya was an absolute mess

Like she’s sitting there in the ER making a hole into the ground with how she’s pacing

She was just so filled with worry that she couldn’t really do anything

But when Jasmine woke up Daya kissed her senseless and held her so tight

It was worse when they went home and Daya put Jasmine on bed rest for a few days until Jasmine had to knock some sense into Daya

#rpdr s14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #single mom au #jasya #stop why do I love these!#this is too much fun for me #I literally have an exam tomorrow and I’m too busy writing this #but will i stop? no #i just love this series so much #keep sending stuff in of your want me to make more headcanons!#for purplejan #nat answers

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thatdarlingdeviant · 2 months

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Things that are now, or were from the start,

Just for me to know

Feb '23:

Started training for that peer pressure event

Kinda really thought I'd manage to reach the goal by Oct (with your (professional) help too!)

It feels just as terrible as I thought

Jul '23:

Chatted up this super pretty girl, who is a admirable writer and (overly) confident person

She's your type, she's my type, this is hot, it's gonna be fun scening and maybe having sex

I am not too confident about my looks but sth possessed me to still try

Aug '23:

Starting to feel really anxious about my progress

It's not enough improvement, it still feels awful; in fact I think it just felt progressively worse, bodily and mentally

On the other front we have made plans with the pretty girl

I felt very excited, which is not a typical state of mind and not one I had in the last, year

And since I thought things weren't progressing in the flirting, general sexual anticipation kinda way with you two, I shared a tiny tidbit of fantasy/wishes

You did not react at all (besides thanking me later for being so gutsy (wtaf))

She did with a few analyzing comments

None of your shared anything in return up until now (Mar '24)

That was definitely one of the most shameful experiences ever, and I won't do it again

Sep '23

The pretty girl comes to visit

It's a very different experience than what I hoped for.

It's not bad for me and the two of you clearly enjoy it a lot, so I leave it

There is a lot more mushy talk in the aftermath than I am comfortable with

But you seem to be fine with it and also give me the feeling you are only indulging her

Oct '23:

peer pressure event was the anticipated catastrophe

No goal reached

Wow, new level of shame lmao, collecting them like Pokemon

I still don’t know what I did wrong, I tried to adhere to plans religiously

I feel paralyzed and don't do anything for a month

Nov '23:

After you pressing and poking (at least about the exercise part)I started the whole weightloss+getting fit shtick again

Made up some bullshit goals. Couldn’t very well tell you the only real goal is for you to be satisfied with my looks and abilities

It feels just as awful as I remember

But every smart person, scientist, trainer I research for advise tells me just to stick with it, it will get better, I will feel awesome, it will become a habit, yadda, yadda, yadda

Dec '23

It doesn't get better

I try to talk to you but I don't wanna be annoying, I can feel you already getting fed up with me not feeling better and my honest assessment and inability of exercises

There is some progress at least? You seem chuffed about it, that's good, I like pleasing you and not wasting your efforts is important

I am scared of taking a break

Jan '24

Nothing gets better, I feel tired, sad, frustrated, fat and ugly working out, before and after

It consumes my whole life, almost all of my free time is invested in exercising and making sure the dieting is up to standard too

When I have time I am too exhausted to do any of the things I like (or feel bad because I clearly didn’t train hard enough if I have energy left)

The pretty girl and you push for a second meeting really strongly, I don't want to but I don't wanna be a killjoy

Sex is the absolute last thing on my mind and I am so fucking tired all the time.

But I can feel you getting impatient with me, so I make an effort in that department too

Feb '24

We are on vacation and all I feel is stressed,

about not being able to track calories, exercise per plan, meeting the pretty girl

I've had food that I really, really liked! Not feeling faint and all was kinda good too. But it didn’t weigh off against the guilt I felt after eating

(I have not one day of rest mentally and I am really worried about work performance. I am just so tired)

The meeting with pretty girl is around the corner and I accidentally (trying to watch a motogp team intro stream) come across your private chat with her

You told me that she sometimes asks for military explanations and you designed that shirt together but else you don’t chat

What a lie,

there's hundreds of messages exchanged deep into the night, a lot while we are on vacation and your interest in me was not that strong at all

I feel betrayed, but, I mean, I can understand you, I guess?

She is pretty, kind, warm, obviously head over heels for you and hot

I do not scroll further than a few days back, let it be, don't mention it

I mean, you've already lied to me about it to my face without me asking so I don't see this going well

We meet the pretty girl as planned

It is, again, way different than what I hoped for but you two seem to really like it even more than last time

And I try to do everything to make you feel comfortable and give you a good experience

After we are back, you are essentially out of the house for 3 weeks straight with one little break

I feel awful, fat, ugly, incapable (in general but especially in comparison to her)

The training has changed and I am too dumb to get the new exercises, (and I feel so weak and cold) but I now know that I stand to lose you so I double down on being super pleasant, never complain, don't force you to invest more time in me

I hurt pretty bad nowadays, I didn't have one pain free day since we started this regime, and I think it's getting worse? Might just imagine things though, weak

I think about your private chat with pretty girl 24/7 and wonder if there's sth new there, I eventually go look

and read,

back until the beginning

I haven't cried like that since my first heartbreak, lmao I was always so sure I wouldn't ever again, not with you

But alas

I got an even more detailed to do list now at least and I am so very sorry I didn't give you what you so desperately wanted before. I can work harder! I'm gonna work so hard!

Be cuddly and sweet

More compliments

Stay up later, be more available

More blowjobs and anal and everything you like

Be pleasant and easy

Be thin

Be funny, hot and pretty (yeah...I wish I could just work on that too haha)

Be less sensitive bodywise, learn to take more and not show when it hurts

I have a plan and I will try so hard, really, I'll try everything and be content

But I am stretched so fucking thin, I say some tiny thing, not like obvious, don't lay my cards on the table, just a rational little push to not write privately with pretty girl, I make it plausible, I am a terrific actor and you don’t suspect anything and agree, very understanding and sympathetic, liar

(It holds a few days)

I lost some weight since the start of this all in Nov. I can't see a lot of it, but the scale doesn't lie, so success, I guess. I can feel how different people treat me already. How different you treat me. How much more you enjoy to touch and feel me being smaller. A little better, a little closer to her. What a suckerpunch.

I feel really bad bodywise too. Super empty. Nauseous, dizzy, weak, cold. Just gotta keep pushing though, be good. I still don’t feel like I have the slightest idea what I'm doing with the new exercises

Mar '24

We are back at pretty girl pushing for a new meet up. I think I show first class acting skills again

It's in less than a month, I am so sick but you want to and I will be pleasant

You let me know you want anal. Which is good! We agreed on this kind of commucation and I can chicken out obviously. But I don't want to, I am going to be so good for you. (I just desperately hope my body can take it, and I don't pass out or sth)

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alba8688 · 4 months

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Chapter 18

Word count:4807

Warnings :18plus minors DNI

Eddie pov

You would have thought because I was in New York on vacation with my girlfriend.I wasn't going to Be in school but right there I was wrong she still managed for me to do school being miles away .

What can I expect when my girlfriend is a teacher ..

Saying it like that gives me the Hibbie jeebies.

So, She even had uncle Wayne call the school for me to have online classes while I was over here.

Supposably saying I was sick.

but I was ok with that for sure it meant I didn't have to set foot in that hell hole we call school.I mean I can be at home while still at school. That is so awesome .But still not cool at all.

"Dani!!!"I whine while waiting for my English teacher to send me the work I am supposed To do.

"Eddiieee!!" She mímick me ,she was sitting next to me, sending the substitute the work for the day .

"Baby I want to cuddle ." I pouted

"That's not metal for you Munson." She looked at me and smiled, "but I could cuddle ."

"Yeah ?" She got me all excited ,I was about to turn off the computer when she stopped me .

"We can cuddle when you're done with your work ."

"You wound me Sweetheart ." I fell back to the couch like I fainted .

"Stop being such a drama queen, Edward ." She told me and got up, closing her laptop and left me alone to die of boredness .She left me alone to my misery .I should die this morning .

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Liam stopped by today with great news telling us that his mother agreed for them to see Nathan while We were staying here in New York. She agreed to every weekend of this month .I don't know how he did it .

Maybe he sold his soul to her but whatever he did it worked .

She even let him stay the night as well and now Dani and Liam were Happier than ever and I was happy for them too .

But Somehow I felt there was something evil behind that lady being too nice and I hope I wasn't wrong but still ,today I would be calling Robin to talk to her dad .

I know he could help us .Because he has help me and uncle Wayne especially when uncle Wayne had to get custody of me when I was younger .

Before I started my next class I decided to call Robin .But first I thought of what I was going to tell her .Without revealing our little secret .

After I had practiced what I was going to say I dial Robin's number .

R:"Hello ." Robin answered

E:"It's me Eddie ." I said nervously

R:"Of Course it's you Dingus I have your number saved ,what's up ?"she sounded cheerfully as always .

I could hear a bunch of noise in the background and of course she answered her phone during school .

Probably walking to her next class.

E:"Umm I need a favor for a friend ."

R:"ok what's going on ?"

I try my best to explain everything that was going on to Robin with Nathan and she said she would give me a call back when her father got home. I didn't tell her who my friend was because she said that she didn't like getting involved in her dad's business and I was glad for that .Because I didn't have to tell her that it was our history teacher .i hung up the phone and saw that it was almost time for my next class .So I got ready taking out my textbook and whatever else I needed. And when I was done with all this Cuddle time.

Online classes were the easiest thing for me honestly especially because I didn't have to see the faces of Jason and his goons.At first when Dani said that was going to take online classes I didn't know how I was going to do it because I didn't own a laptop never bought one because I didn't have the money .Dani Offer to buy me one but I decline she already spend so much so I decide to use some of my savings to get me one .

So two days ago Dani and I had gone computer shopping looking for a laptop for me i didn't want nothing fancy just something where I was able to do my work ,but it was hard there was so many types of computer I fell in love with one it was beautiful and the sales person said I could play games on it it was just like Dustin's computer but the one I saw was a laptop it was a gaming laptop but it was way over my budget .But it talked to me and I decided to take it and when it came time for us to pay Dani kept insisting she will pay for it for me but i denied telling her she had already done enough paying for the whole trip plus I told her I had some money save up .

So yes I got myself the gaming computer and I couldn't wait to show Henderson so we can play together online but wait I don't have internet at the trailer ,But Dani has internet in her apartment ..

That same day Dani took me to see all the places she loved in New York and afterwards my feet were killing me.

Why did we have to walk everywhere ?

When it came time for dinner Dani wanted to lay once again but I didn't feel right. I mean I wasn't used to a girl paying for my stuff. I usually am the one paying for everything and now here comes Dani who wants to pay for Dinner and for trips .She is so independent .I mean I love that about her but I also want to be able to spoil her .

I have nothing against that but I have never met a girl like her. She always tells me that we have to be equal to each other .I love her way of thinking honestly.

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My online classes just resulted in me doing assignments the teachers will send me .

Dani helped me with some of my work so I was able to finish them on time .

She wouldn't give me the answers but she would explain in a more easier way for me to understand .She even gave me homework from her class which I thought wasn't fair because I was her boyfriend .She chuckled when I told her that.

"Sweetheart, that's not the way it works ." She teased me then leaned into me pecking my lips "in School im Miss.Henderson." She bit my bottom lip sliding down my neck slowly. She knows how easily I get turned on by her and is like she is doing it on purpose while I'm doing homework .

She then moves her lips up to my earlobe, biting it and nibbling it "So do your homework." She whispers seductively and walks away leaving me with a huge boner .

"Dani !!" I whined ,I heard her giggle from the kitchen.

But she wanted to play the teasing game but if she only knew I could play it better .

Suddenly my phone rang but it wasn't a normal call, it was FaceTime and guess who it was .

"Hello ." I answer not turning the camera on

"Eddie, how are you feeling ?" A worried Dustin asked.

"Cough ,I'm ok ." I did my best to do a sick voice

"Turn on your camera ,everyone is here, we got worried when we heard you were sick ." Shit what am I gonna do now ?

I pretended to cough again and walk to a more close area because this apartment had windows everywhere; it was mostly windows than walls .

I walk to the room passing Dani who was laying down in bed half naked wearing only panties and one of my shirts .

She saw me and lifted her shirt up for her panties to show even more .

"You fucking kidding me sweetheart!!." I whisper yell.

She patted the bed and I sat next to her not turning the camera on .

"Eddie, are you still there ?" Dustin shouted

"Yeah I'm here ." I responded ,Jesus Christ

Danielle you were going to be the death of me .

"Well we want to see you !!" The boys shouted

Fucking he'll what do i do?

So I just turn on the camera not showing my face but the ceiling .

"Eddie, where are you?" Dustin ask

"My room." I lied ,I was bad at lying and I knew because I would start panicking .

"Yeah ,sure, don't lie to me, that ceiling doesn't look like your room." Dustin raised a brow .

I look up the ceiling how the fuck can he tell how my ceiling looks.

I turned my head to the side and Danny wasn't there anymore.

Where the fuck did she go ?

I continue talking to the boys for a little longer. They all ask me questions of how I'm feeling and when I'm going back to school.

Henderson was the one that kept asking me the most weird questions .

Saying why my room looks so different,and how exactly did I feel .He even told me he went to visit me at the trailer but uncle Wayne told him I was asleep.

Uncle Wayne was the best for covering for me .

Henderson even mentioned Dani was in New York for a job thing .I have no idea why he told me that is not I care .supposably.

The door from the restroom opened and I almost choked on my saliva coughing this time actually coughing not fake coughing when I saw Dani .

She walks out wearing this black lace bra pair with the same underwear more like those pieces you see in a Victoria's Secret magazine .

And fucking fuck she look hot .

My mouth fell open looking at her walk this way , moving her hips side to side and laying down next to me .

"Eddie, are you ok?" One of the boys asks and I just nod looking at Dani who is laying down next to me looking at me with those eyes full of lust .

Her hand moves to her Breast then slides down in between her legs and she starts to gently rub circles on her clit ,she covers her mouth muffling her moans .

What the fuck was she doing ?

"I gotta take my medicine bye Henderson." I hung up the phone so fast and placed it on the side table. I didn't even let poor Henderson speak ..But I'll deal with him later .

Now I have something important to take care of and that something important being my sexy ass girlfriend ..

Now my focus was Dani who was giggling as she stood up putting her two fingers in her mouth tasting herself, sucking them clean.

"Sweetheart, are you trying to get us caught ?" I tell her

"No." She says innocently battling her eyelashes .

Then she crawled on top of me and pushed me down in bed leaning down to kiss my lips .

She licked my bottom lip asking for entrance and I didn't have to think twice in letting her in my mouth.Her tongue entered my mouth and I tasted every single part of her mouth in mine .

Dani started moving slowly back and forth on my clothed cock and fuck it felt good everything she did felt good without thinking I let out an embarrassing moan.Then Suddenly she stood up out of nowhere and I instantly missed the feeling of her on top of me .She then pulls down my boxers all the way down to my ankles and I push them off .Then she crawled back stroking my dick slowly .

"Fuck !!" I grunted

She look at me and smile and lower her mouth down to my cock and then swirl her tongue around the tip and fuck that felt amazing .

She pushed down my length taking everything she could inside her mouth while giving it gentle strokes with her hand.Danielle Henderson Owned me right now she had me moaning like know-one ever had before and honestly I didn't care I was loving every second of it.I grab a fist full of hair on my hand and move her head up and down my length .She watched me with teary eyes but wouldn't stop her motion.

And fuck she look sexy as fuck pleasing me.

"Shit oh fuck Baby stop ." I grunt "I don't want to cum yet ." I tell her

She smiles at me and stands up over me positioning herself on my cock and slowly lowers herself down my cock, both moaning in unison by the sensation.

Fuck she drove me crazy the things she made me feel where out of this world .I don't know how much I could take watching her bounce on my cock.I grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly helping her move faster up and down my cock Dani wasn't holding back she was being very vocal today and that shit was driving me crazy yes I've heard her make those beautiful noises for me but today she was out of control and I was loving it.

"Eddie, I'm.." She moan trying her best to make a sentence but wasn't able to because her orgasm hit her out of nowhere coming undone all over my cock her arousal dripping down my balls and I got to tell you that fucking felt amazing her walls tightening around my cock squeezing it tight making me come inside of her hard .

I don't know what it was but it was one of the best orgasms in my life .

She leans down to peck my lips .

"Fuck Dani what was that ?" I said breathlessly trying to catch my breath.

"I just love you ." She kisses my lips passionately with me still inside of her .I could feel myself getting hard again and i hear her giggle

"Someone's ready ." She says and I guess it was time for round 2.

She smiles in the kiss and continues kissing me and I flip her around in all her fours smacking her ass .

What a fucking perfect view I had .

I took my cock in my hand and teased her entrance with my tip ."You want this ?"

"Yes." She responded

"Yeah you want my cock baby ."

"Yes ,Eddie please ." She begged and who was I to deny my queen I gave her what she wanted .

"Baby you don't know what you do to me."I tell her But I could fucking die in her arms tonight with the way she made me feel .

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That week we had so much sex that I didn't know how my dick was still working right now .And if she wasn't wearing that thing in her arm not to get pregnant I would be so worried right now because I came inside so many times that I lost count.and for sure she will have gotten pregnant .

Today was the weekend finally no school time to rest for school work and we were also taking Nathan to the zoo.I was pretty excited and also nervous because I wanted to make a good impression on Nathan .I wasn't trying to replace Liam I just wanted him to like me .If you would have told me a year ago that I would be trying to impress a 5yr old I would have laugh in your face because I'm not good with kids and look at me now brushing my damn hair so it be a mess wearing a hoodie so I won't be cold and practicing what I'm going to be saying to him without a bad word on a sentence .

Why was I so nervous to meet a 5yr old !!!

I mean I was also nervous well not nervous I don't know how to feel about this one because

I didn't like the fact that Liam was going with us, I was doing it for Dani and her son .I know i'm going to have to see him more now that I know they have a son together .Even though it was weird for me knowing that Dak had a son an actual son and she never told me about him .

I'm not mad at her it's understandable her wanting to keep it a secret .Maybe she thought I wasn't mature enough to handle a kid I mean come on I'm still in high school a 20yr old in high school well about to turn 21 but I'm still In high school !!!!

I needed to calm down before heading out to the zoo. I didn't want to stress Dani out more than she was .

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When we arrived at the zoo Dani ,Nate and I waited for Liam to arrive .The whole time that we were waiting Nate kept staring at me. He wouldn't keep his eyes from me .

Maybe I had something in my face .Or was it because I was holding his mom's hand!

"Hi." I heard a small little voice said .

I look down to see Nate looking up at me smiling .

I looked at Dani then at Nate .Maybe he was talking to his mom but Dani was busy on the phone talking to Liam.

"H-hi." I stuttered

"What's your name ?" Nate asked me

"M-my name !" I say pointing to myself .

Nate just nods yes

"Eddie ." I responded

"Eddie,I like how you dressed." He smiles pouting at my hoodie .

"Y-you like my outfit ?" I smile a big toothy grin. A kid has never liked my outfit ever. They are always too scared of me but Nate likes my outfit and Holy shit !! He just held my hand .

"Dani?" I whispered, trying not to scare Nate away and maybe he would let go of my hand .

"Yeah baby ." She answered, looking at me .

I signal with my eyes to Nate who is holding my hand.

"He is holding my hand ." I mouth

Dani punches her brow and looks down at Nate and seeing Nate holding my hand brings a smile to her face then it fades away when she hear Liam's voice calling her name .

Yup the moment was ruined.

Nate ran up to his dad and jump into his arms .Liam seem so happy seeing his son I've never seen this side of him I've only met the asshole part of him but then again the moment was ruined when Liam and Dani started arguing of who was going to pay for the entrance.So to stop the arguing I decided to paid while they where busy arguing with each other plus I still had some money saved up for the road trip I was supposed to take next summer.

"Come on." I tell both Dani and Liam after paying for the tickets ,Nate runs up to me and holds my hand .I smile at him and start walking inside the zoom.

Which by the way was fucking huge .

I didn't even know where to start .

With my free hand I try opening the map I was given at the entrance and scan it carefully.

Holy shit this zoo was big I didn't even know where to start .

"Where do you want to go ?" I asked Nate who was already looking up at me .

"Wherever you want to go ." He tells me sweetly.

"Ok, let's see here." I tell him looking at the map trying to figure out if to go left or right .

"What ?" Liam asks, standing next to me while I look at the map .

"I paid already ." I tell Them closing up the map and I just let Nate guide me ,he seems to know where to go .So I'd follow my tiny tour guide to wherever he was taking me ..

I was excited as much as Nate was but I wasn't gonna show it.I was trying to keep my cool in front of Liam. I didn't want him to think I was immature or something.

Well maybe I was .

But I wasn't gonna prove him right was i?

"Eddie, look at the Tigers!!" Nathan said, pointing excitedly to the tiger exhibit where two tigers were playing or maybe fighting or where they were ??

We both stand watching the tigers like two kids. To be fair Nate is a kid. I'm just well excited .

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I was snapping pictures like crazy all day of all

The animals and Nate and Dani and some of Liam with them .I mean I can golpéate him he wasn't being an ass right now .At the moment .

We continued walking, watching all kinds of animals and also we made a quick stop at the gift shop .

I got super excited when I saw the penguins. They were so cute. I mean they were just penguins, they were whatever doing their penguin thing .

"Are you having fun ?" Dani hugs me from behind.

"Yeah ." I reply looking at the penguins jumping into the water .

"It's our secret baby ." She whispers standing next to me .

"Huh?" I ask her looking at her with a raised brow

"My metal head likes penguins is our secret ." She pecks my lips

I scrunch my nose and peck her lips .

"No I don't ." I chuckled

"Eddie !!!" Nate runs to me "Did you see the garafes? 🦒."

The 3 of us chuckled because we actually understood what he meant .

"No take me ." I tell him and he grabs my hand leading me to see the garafes as he calls them.

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After the zoo we all Went to get some Pizza which Liam decided to pay for everyone which I couldn't complain about.I mean free food tastes better .

After our exciting day we all headed back to the apartment to watch Madagascar which Nate had chosen to watch .Because he said that the movie was filmed in the same zoo we were at and who was I to tell him that the movie was a cartoon and they didn't really film it there .

So when started the movie started Nate came and sat in between Dani and me .The biggest smile grew on my face when he held my hand on his .I could hear Dani and Liam whispering of how Nate has never been like this with anyone .and I could swear I heard Liam said that I was a good guy .

Nathan fell asleep on my lap halfway through the movie and I felt special that he liked me .

He actually likes me .

Dani looked down at Nate and at me "he likes you." She says softly "I like him too ." I peck her lips

"Thank you for not running away."Dani pecks my lips once more ..

My phone rings interrupting the moment .I groaned and pulled away and looked at the number and it was Robin so I answered fast.

"Hey Buckley ." I answer

"Hey Eddie, my dad wants to speak to your friend. Is she there with you ?" She ask

"Yeah she is here ." I look at Dani and at Liam

"Yeah they are here." I replied I passed the phone to Dani and Liam Who put the phone on speaker and started Talking to Robin's dad telling him everything about Nathan and what Liam's mother had done .

He told them that it would be a hard case because they had signed the custody papers but if they had enough proof and Liam's dad was willing to confess that could help them a lot .

While Dani and Liam talk to Robin's dad I pick up Nate gently and take him to bed to the other room..I lay him gently in the bed and take off his shoes and cover him with the blanket.

I didn't even recognized myself right now fucking a kid to bed .I mean never in a millions would have I thought u would be doing this .i always thought i would suck at being a dad I mean i know he is not my son .But he was Dani's son and i hope that one day he would accept me .

Before leaving I turn on the nightlight we had bought for him today at the zoo and close the door to the room.And walk back to the living room with Dani and. liam.I never thought I would say that in a sentence because I hated that guy .But here I was going to the zoo with him, Dani and their son .But I did all of that for Dani because I love her .I don't know what that guy has against me well I do but I never did anything to him .

While Dani and Liam talked to Robin's dad I decided to catch on some of my homework.

Which wasn't too much .But I wanted them to have their privacy .

After they hung up ,Dani came looking for me.I was in the room doing homework at least that's what I told her but in reality I was researching how to be a dad .I wasn't going to tell her that because I didn't want to embarrass myself .

"Hey baby." Dani coo sitting down next to me in bed

"Hey sweetheart how did everything go?" I asked her closing my laptop .

"Well it was good I guess there's a lot of things that need to be done it's a long process but we got a case ." She smiled weakly .

I pulled her close to me and kissed the top of her head "everything is going to be fine sweet girl ." I coo

"I'm sorry Ed's." She said softly

"Sorry for what?"

"For not telling you about Nate ." She choke on her words

"You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart,but I'm not gonna lie. I was a bit surprised and I also panicked ." I paused and sat up straight with my back against the headboard.

"Why scared ?"

"B-because I was afraid Nate wanted to like me or that I was going to suck at being a f-father figure ." I said the last part almost as a whisper .I couldn't believe I had said that to Dani. What if she didn't think I was a good father figure too.

"Ed's baby really ?You thought you wouldn't be a good father figure for Nate ." Dani's voice sounded so squeaky so I turned to look at her and she was crying .

"Hey ." I jumped to bed and held her tight in my arms .

"Ed's y-you want hiccup to be Nate's hiccup dad too?" Dani cried .

"Sweetheart I love you so fucking much and I would do anything for that little boy in there."I pouted to wall that separated abates room from ours .

"Like making our trip short and going back to Hawkins ?"

"Even that sweetheart ."

I didn't mind that our trip was gonna be cut short ,but I know it meant Dani and Liam weren't gonna be able to see Nathan for awhile again .

Or at least I was hoping that His mother would let him stay with Dani for a while in Hawkins .

We had to go back to Hawkins so Dani and Liam could take whatever evidence they had to Robin's dad plus he had to go over the case .

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Around 10pm Liam left saying he was gonna go home and rest because tomorrow morning he was going to talk to his mother .

After a long day Dani and I went to take a shower together and after that we went to lay down in bed ,her head resting on my chest and my arm around her rubbing her arm softly with my thumb.

"I really hope we can get Nate back ." She says softly

"We will sweetheart." I kiss the top of her head

"Thank you Eddie ." She looks up at me

"For what ?"

"For sticking here with me today ,I-I know you don't like Liam ."she tells me

"I did it for you Princess and trust me when I tell you that I'll do anything for you ."

And I would do anything for her .If she asked me that she wanted a star I would get it for her .I cringe thinking that it was actually me thinking like that but I didn't care for Dani I could be as sappy as I could be .

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After a while Dani fell asleep ,I stayed awake thinking of everything that has happened since we arrived here in New York, like finding out she had a son ,then what I told her in new years I couldn't believe I actually promised to Marry her one day ,I think I was really going crazy for her .

I hated the word marriage ,now I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and Nathan .

Love really made me change.

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