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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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Haiii! I love your work :D

Could you possibly do a gaz x reader? When him and reader are celebrating their anniversary:), that would be really cute :’))

Hello! Thank you, I hope this is enjoyable as well! I went with a more fluffy route this time, I just wanna see Gaz happy and healthy and as far aways from any and all danger as possible! This request was really cute, I love Gaz! I'm glad there are several of us who do! Though I think I went a bit overboard with this, but how could I not when people are requesting best boi!

Celebrating Your Anniversary with Gaz

For the sake of this request, we’re gonna go with the idea that Gaz was able to be with you during your anniversary and didn’t end up being somewhere in the world, having to fight tooth and nail for his survival. We’re gonna go the fluffy route with this!

His memory is really good, Gaz would never forget something as important as your anniversary. Doesn’t matter if you’re together, doesn’t matter if you’re married. He has it memorized, he wrote it down on his phone, he noted it on several loose papers lying around just about anywhere. Trust me when I say he’s the last person to ever forget something like this. Although he would appreciate it if you remembered as well, he’d probably love it even more if, just once, you forgot about your anniversary, that way he could properly surprise and absolutely spoil you rotten. He wants to make your anniversaries days you can remember, so he will tailor them to your liking. You like going to arcades or amusement parks? A bookshop date? You just wanna go to McDonald’s? It’s all yours, and don’t you dare even think about paying, your wallet will not be strained on such a holy and sublime day.

The day would start off simple. You’d sleep in, if you can, cuddling for as long as possible, until one of you needs to get up for whatever reason. He’ll nuzzle into you, holding you as close to him as possible. He wants you to feel his warmth, how alive you make him feel, he wants you to feel how his heart beats for you and only you. Gaz has a beautiful voice, it’s fairly low and very calming to listen to. He’d hum your favorite tune that’s a bit calmer. He wants you to be as relaxed for him as possible, maybe even fall asleep in his arms again, even if he definitely wouldn’t mind you staying up to chat a bit with him as well. He’s gonna be all over you, making sure to touch you wherever he can so you feel secure with him. And when you’re drifting off to sleep again, that’s when his plan begins.

Gaz will plant a kiss on your neck or your forehead, whatever he can reach as he excuses himself to the bathroom. However, this sly dog will actually head for the kitchen to make you some breakfast. He’s a good cook, so whatever it is you like, he’ll make it. French toast? Scrambled eggs? Eggs and bacon? Your wish is his command, even if you never uttered a single order. He just hopes you won’t wake up or, even if you do, will at the very least stay in bed. This breakfast isn’t for you to enjoy in the kitchen or the living room, you’re to eat it in your bed. He even got you a nice tray so he can carry it to you without making a mess. Orange juice and all. You will be spoiled.

It’s then that he’ll wake you with another soft kiss to your temple, maybe shaking you awake a bit, so you can enjoy your breakfast together. Might even feed you a bit, just to be embarrassingly cute while he’s at it. The more content you look, the better. Afterwards, he’ll leave for the kitchen again, putting the tray away and decorating the living room a bit. There will be the most gorgeous roses you’ve ever seen in a vase, alongside several other flowers, each of which tells of a different kind of adoration. And when you finally follow suit and spot the flowers, he’ll just smile and claim that they looked very pretty. If you understand flower language, then you can tell he just really wanted to say he loved you in as many different ways as he could.

It’s then that he’ll ask you to get ready for the day, to brush your teeth and hair, and put on some clothes. You don’t need to look particularly fancy, he wants you to be as comfortable as you could possibly be. This is when he’ll take you to a place you like which, as mentioned before, could be just about anything. Waterpark, roller skate rink or just a lovely walk in the park, he’s open for everything. You will be accommodated accordingly. Those places are where you’ll be spending the majority of your day, grabbing something simple to eat for the time being, such as some fries or maybe some toast at a good cafe or pub.

When day meets night, he’ll take your hand in his, taking you to a fancy restaurant you’ve been to a few times. Preferably one where the both of you can look down at the city and see all the beautiful lights it has to offer. You’ll spend another two hours or so there. At the very least, you’ll be there until it gets dark, eating good food, having a good drink, maybe some wine as well. It doesn’t matter what you choose, all Gaz wants is to see the twinkling city lights dance in your eyes afterwards. When the evening is starting to roll over into night, he’ll take you to a ferris wheel. A big one where you can see the entire city from.

He’ll watch you as you excitedly look everywhere, taking in as many sights as you can, hoping that the ferris wheel stops at just the right time. Ideally, that would be right at the top. But he won’t be too picky if it’s somewhat to the side as well. As long as he gets to see your mouth agape at all the pretty lights, he’s content. While the ferris wheel stops, he’ll shoot his shot. If you’ve been together for a few years but aren’t married yet, he’ll propose to you. If you’re already married, he’ll still get down on one knee, take your hand in his and kiss its back tenderly, like a knight in shining armor. It’s embarrassingly sweet, but he knows no one but you is going to see it, so he does it anyway. You’re royalty in his eyes, you’re his to protect and care for, and he needs to show his loyalty however he can. Once he’s done kissing your hand, he’ll get up, holding your hand still and pulling you up with him, just so he can hold you close once again. Another tender kiss to your lips, and then he’ll get out a small box. Either the proposal ring or, if you’re married already, he’ll gift you a lovely little necklace made of pure silver. Something you can wear that will always remind you of him.

Once you’re down on the ground again, he’ll take your hand in his and lead you home, conversing with you about how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you in his life and how he hopes he gets to spend many, many more years like that with you.

If it’s not too late yet, you might watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. But you’ll likely both be tuckered out after today and just snuggle up in bed, ready for the next day.

And this is how Gaz’ ideal anniversary would go.

#cod #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #I wish I could gift Gaz a small music box that plays “You Are My Sunshine” I think that would be a cute gift #I have a music box that plays “Over The Rainbow” which I think is also very sweet #I think I might wanna start collecting music boxes they're just so very lovely #now that's a hobby I can also get behind! a lovely little tune that could calm down just about anyone!#maybe even put someone to sleep as well #I still remember one of the first things I ever wrote and posted here. The Batter and the Music Box #I wish I had the time to write something like that for my favorite lads and lasses as well #whew this is almost 1.300 words long which is surprising since I wanted to go for 800-ish #but I read Gaz and my brain short circuited he was my favorite when watching the campaign #I did start watching the mw reboot for him and Valeria but I stayed for him and Valeria #mw1 was the best one out of the three in my opinion. and now I'm watching the og mw when I can :-)#og Soap and Ghost are a funny little duo. I love the little hackerman Ghost so much! though I wanna know where the joke of him breaking #so many laptops came from! it's cute but I always thought he was good with technology :o either way I like to imagine talking about IT #stuff with everyone and being good at it and helping them! IT is fun I like it a lot :-)#either way thank you for the request! this one was also an absolute delight to write! love me some good natured fluff and Gaz :D

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bearnakedbaker · 11 months

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RED SUN

#ginger dude #handsome redhead #scruffy ginger #blue eyed redhead #sunshine #lazy day #ginger lad

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threadsun · 8 months

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Chapter 1: ‘Cause It's All Too Much For Me To Take

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Content: manipulation, nudity, mild sexual content

“Fuck.”

It’s barely a hiss under Nik’s breath as they peek around the corner into the living room. On the floor is a tangle of limbs and laughter, their husband and their best friend. The door is wide open, a few suitcases and a little cage left on the doorstep. Shit. Was that today?

“Sunshine… who’s this?”

Jack’s arms wrap around their waist and they can feel his naked form against theirs. They can feel his cock pressed against their back, his lips brushing against one of the marks he’d left on them the night before. For a moment they want to pretend this isn’t happening. To drag him back to bed and make him fuck the thoughts from their head again.

The moment passes.

They grab his arm, dragging him bodily back to the room. Between their aggressive hopping and the cloudy look on their face, Jack doesn’t try to stop them. He’s not seen his Sunshine like this before. Like a storm has rolled in, blocking out their usual neutral expression. He half expects to hear a rumble of thunder as they shove him into the room and slam the door behind themself.

“Sunshine—”

“Shut up.” Their voice has an edge to it as they hop around the room, grabbing various things. “I need to think.”

Jack falls silent and leans against the closet door, watching Nik frantically try to make themself presentable. There’s a flurry of swears and agitated sounds as they go. They’re quick with their leg from years of practice. Roll on the seal, spray with rubbing alcohol, push their stump in, hop a little to get the air out, test the knee.

Nik squints down at their leg and then back up at Jack. “Did you put it on to charge for me last night?”

Jack gives a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck and shrugging. “Well, you sort of fell asleep as soon as we were done…”

There’s a flicker of a frown. “Thanks.”

“You look tense, Sunshine.” Jack sighs, pushing off the wall.

Nik feels his hands on their shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in their muscles. It feels nice. But not nice enough to distract them from their current predicament. Jack frowns as they shrug off his hands and sit in front of their vanity.

“Come on, Nik. Tell me what’s going on. Who is that man? Do you want me to get rid of him for you?”

Nik grabs their concealer and begins to cover up the marks left by Jack the night before. “His name is Shaun. And you’re not going to get rid of him.”

There’s no room to argue. Their voice is so certain, so final. This man means something to them. Jack kneels behind their chair, resting his chin on their shoulder and meeting their eye in the mirror. His lips slowly, deliberately kiss over the deep bite mark left on their neck. The one that had them melting for him last night. He can see them start to melt again, biting their lip.

“Well, hey… Zander seemed to be handling it. So how about we head back to bed?”

Nik shudders at the feeling of Jack’s fingers brushing across their abdomen, tracing the lines of their tattoo. “Not now. I’ve got too much to think about.”

“Haven’t you done so much thinking already, Sunshine?” Jack sighs, nuzzling their cheek. “Sometimes you just need to stop and enjoy the moment. Enjoy the company. Let me help you quiet those racing thoughts…”

“No. Jack, I mean it.” Nik smacks his hand away and leans forward to focus on their makeup, trying hard not to catch his eye in the mirror. “We can’t do this right now. We—”

They stop themself before they can say we shouldn’t have done this last night either. But it’s not lost on Jack. He can feel the walls going back up. The ones he’d worked so hard to break down. He can feel them shutting him out again. He lets his hands drop from around them, moving instead to cup their cheek and pull their face to look at him.

“Who is he, Nik?” The worry in his voice creates a gnawing guilt in Nik’s stomach. “Why does it upset you so much that he’s here?”

Nik shakes him off, grabbing his shirt from the bed and tossing it to him. “Get dressed.”

The thickness of their voice worries him. But he does as he’s told, gathering his clothes from around the room as they finish up their makeup job. By the time they’ve passed a brush through their hair a few times, there’s no sign left of how thoroughly Jack had fucked them the night before. He hates it.

Jack holds the bundle to his chest, watching Nik grab some clothes from around the room. “Please, Sunshine. Don’t do this to me. Not again.”

Nik tenses, going completely still as they stare into their closet, one hand raised to grab a shirt. “Don’t.”

It’s low. A warning. One Jack doesn’t heed.

“You can’t keep doing this to me. Pulling me in one moment and pushing me away the next. Haven’t I been good to you? To Zander? I’m your best friend. So why do you keep pushing me away? Why won’t you let me in?”

“You, motherfucker,” Nik whirls around to face him, eyes blazing, “are not my best friend. Zander is. I’m doing this for him. Everything I do is for him. And if I think for even a moment that you’re not what’s best for him…”

The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air. Jack can feel it crushing his chest. He bows his head and tugs on his clothes, letting Nik return to their own dressing. He pushed too much. Once again, he miscalculated. He pushed them away, gave them another reason to shut him out. He won’t let it happen again.

“You’re right.” The tension in Nik’s shoulders releases somewhat at Jack’s words. “I’m sorry. You have your reasons to keep things from me, and I have to be okay with that. Sometimes… sometimes friends need to keep secrets from each other.”

He’s trying to meet them half way. With a sigh, Nik reciprocates. “Even best friends.”

Jack’s sunny smile is back, grabbing Nik’s hand as he tugs them to sit down on the bed with him. “Even best friends! Now, what can you tell me about the guy in there?”

Nik’s lips twitch into a hesitant smile and they trace absentminded patterns on Jack’s palm. “His name is Shaun. He’s a friend.”

Jack waits to see if they have more to say. When they don’t offer anything more, he risks asking another question. “An old friend?”

Nik gives a noncommittal shrug. “From uni. We met in our first year, ended up moving off campus into a shitty little place together. Me, him, Z, and… Ian.”

“Ian.” Jack’s expression darkens for just a moment before the bright, reassuring smile is back. “Well, what brings Shaun here now?”

Nik’s little smile disappears. Their finger pauses its tracing, pressed gently to Jack’s palm. “He’s a director. He does horror movies.”

They’re avoiding something. Jack hums thoughtfully. “So, is one of his movies filming nearby?”

“Yeah. There’s a studio not to far away. And a house near there that they’re using as a set too.”

“He stopped by on his way to his hotel? How nice!”

Nik’s little hand slides over Jack’s, fingers tapping lightly at his wrists. “No. He’s not staying in a hotel.”

“Well, he’s not staying here, is he?” Jack’s smile is tense, voice too chipper. “That would be silly! If he was staying here, well… He can’t see me, Sunshine!”

“I know.” Nik swallows the lump in their throat.

“If he were staying here… You wouldn’t be able to talk to me. You’d have to ignore me. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you, Sunshine?”

“Fuck. Look. He’ll be out most of the day filming. And he’ll be sleeping on the couch, so we can talk when we’re in here. It won’t be that bad…” They sound more like they’re trying to convince themself than him.

“Sunshine…” Jack’s hand curls around theirs, yellow glove practically swallowing their dainty fingers. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you…?”

“Jack, it’s not—” Nik cuts themself off with a frustrated sigh, face scrunching as they flap their free hand in annoyance. “Fucking hell. Look, he asked to stay here and we said yes. We can’t take that back.”

“Tell him things changed! Things have changed,” Jack gives their hand a squeeze. “If he’s really your friend, he’ll understand.”

“Jack,” Nik tries to tug their hand away, but he only holds it tighter. “He is our friend. That’s why we’re letting him stay here.”

“So you care about him more than you care about me?”

“Jack!” Nik yanks their hand back, jaw setting. “No. Fuck you. We’re not doing this. He’s staying, end of.”

He did it again. He pushed too far. His only saving grace is that they haven’t gotten up to leave. Yet. “I’m sorry, Sunshine. I just… I worry about you. About both of you. Someone coming to stay out of nowhere? Someone I don’t know? Someone I can’t interact with? You can’t blame me for worrying…”

Nik glowers at the door, but reluctantly nods. “Fucking— Fine. But I need you to trust me on this. He’s good, okay? He… he’s been good to Z and I.”

Jack’s fingers gently curl around Nik’s jaw, pulling them to look at him. “Can you tell me about it? It’ll put my mind at ease. Besides, I should get to know more about him if he’s going to be staying here.”

He can see the gears turning in their head, weighing up their options. “When… everything happened. With Ian. Shaun came back to take care of us. Z was in a bad way. It hurt us both, brought up a lot of bad memories. But for Z, it destroyed him. I couldn’t handle that on my own. We were both coping in different ways, but… well, neither of us were really coping. Shaun coming back—looking after us—is the only reason we made it through everything. We owe him.”

Jack nods slowly. Nik and Zander have always been cagy about Ian. About who he was, about what happened, about the aftermath. He’s picked up bits and pieces here and there, when one or the other has let their mind wander. But they both keep it locked up tight. This is the most he’s ever heard about it directly.

“He means a lot to you both, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Nik gives a wistful smile. “He does.”

“Alright, so… what’s the plan? I stay in here for a few days until he’s gone?”

Nik frowns. “That… That’s what I’ve been trying to think about. Look, Shaun loves all this…” they gesture vaguely to Jack, “ghost shit. We can probably get him on board with it, we just need time. But he’s staying for a while. You’ll need to be patient.”

“Lucky for you, I’m known for my patience!” Jack beams, waving off their concern. “Don’t worry about me, we’ll figure something out, I’m sure.”

Nik smiles, cupping Jack’s face and brushing their thumbs across the markings on his cheeks. “Thank you, Jack. I should go say hi to Shaun…”

They rest their forehead against his, closing their eyes and enjoying the comforting warmth of his presence. After a moment they give him a quick kiss and hop off the bed, heading for the door. Jack frowns as they turn their back on him, body tensing as he thinks about this newcomer. Shaun. He’ll have to go, of course. But it’ll take some careful planning. Much more than usual.

Nik peeks into the living room, softening at the sight of Shaun coaxing Moonpie out of her carrier. He’s moved his bags inside and Zander is nowhere to be found. Probably on a breakfast run. Nik is a little grateful to have Shaun alone. As much as they love their husband, he’s about as subtle as a brick to the face. This sort of conversation—easing Shaun into the idea of Jack—requires tact.

They step out from around the corner, bracing themself for the inevitable bear hug. “Look what Moonpie dragged in.”

Shaun glances up and beams at them, striding over in two long steps and pulling them into his arms. They wheeze at the strength of his hug, dangling nearly a foot off the ground as Shaun squeezes the life out of them. They pat his arms, coughing out another greeting. He sets them down after a moment and ruffles their hair.

“Bastard…” Nik mutters, trying to finger brush their hair back into place. “You could’ve broken my rib, you fucker.”

“Ah, but I didn’t break your rib!” Shaun laughs. “You’re welcome.”

They open their mouth to retort, but a tentative knock on the door stops them. “Zander…” They sigh and shake their head, making their way to the front door. “How many times do I have to remind him to bring his keys?”

“He’ll never remember.” Shaun calls over his shoulder, flopping on the couch and watching Moonpie hesitantly explore the new house. “It’s part of his charm!”

Nik throws the door open.

They pause for just a moment.

“No.”

They slam the door.

#sunshine #something's wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdj jack #sdj shaun #zander #nik #18+ only #tmoma #sdj x lads

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couldbebetterforsure · 6 months

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You guys have no idea how much I enjoy that Chiaki is both a jock AND a nerd!

He’s athletic and was on the basketball team back in high school, and regularly talks about working out and all that, and nowadays is in his own club that does sports and all that (which makes me curious because I know he was sickly as a child. Is he still sickly nowadays? Maybe to a lesser extent than when he was little? I wonder if another story will go into more details). But he’s also a really good student who reads every night and is good at tutoring and also collects merch for all his beloved tokusatsu shows and all that.

I just find it adorably endearing! Because on paper you see Chiaki and think “oh yeah typical dumb loud lovable jock type”. But then the game is like “yeah he is a loud and lovable jock but the guy’s also a MASSIVE nerd boy, mister smarty pants bookworm over here”!

#ensemble stars #chiaki morisawa #I really like when characters in stories who don’t seem the type to do well academically #are actually revealed to genuinely be good at that stuff #it’s a simple little trope that I’m super fond of #I really do wonder if some of the other stories go into chiaki’s sickly childhood more #by the way ain’t that my luck? First riku and now chiaki #I’ve yet again latched onto a bright sunshine lad with a sickly past #anyways yeah I’m curious does chiaki still get sick a bunch? Is it not as bad as when he was a little kid? Or is that just a past thing?#but yeah getting a bit off track…I love my nerdy jock boyo 🥰🥰🥰#story time with me

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equestriagirl16 · 1 year

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I just made two of the best purchases of my life recently.

#LIL GUYS LIL GUYS LIL GUYS-#FOREVER THEY SHALL RESIDE IN MY POCKET #Can y’all tell what my fav character type is yet?😂#goofy sunshine lads who need a hug💖💖💖#fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun vash #vash the stampede #vash #vash x reader #sun x reader #sundrop x reader #camiposts

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hoshigray · 9 days

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Soooo, that chapter, huh?

#dawg.#first of all: that was a 10/10 chap #like that was the same excitement i had when yuuta offed [REDACTED]#yuuji hitting 8 black flashes??!?! mad lad i tell you #and inooooo 🤧🤧🤧🤧 you did great sweetie #second:#.......WHAT!?!?!#I'm still lying in my bed sinking with all this info #and twitter is no better with these memes and artwork even though the info was misinformed 😭😭😭#regardless tho this chapter was gas #lowkey scared for next week so my guard isn't down #but kudos to the sunshine boy yuujiiiiiii !!#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˖⁺‧₊˚🎐˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk leaks #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk leaks 257

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jeanmoreaue · 14 days

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so glad jean finds kevin cute. glad we’ve got this confirmed now

#no i don’t like them together #but the lads needed this one #it makes too much sense jean thinks kevin is hot #tsc #tsc spoilers #jean moreau #the sunshine court

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cosmicraelum · 1 year

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LOVE & PEACE

#Trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #Trigun fanart #vash trigun #cosmic art #I LOVE MY LIL SUNSHINE LADS #OG Vash owns my heart but I have very much warmed up to this modern vash design as well

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themancorialist · 2 years

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New Cathedral Street, Manchester.

#pinstripe suit #smiley face #tie #untucked shirt #green #tote bag #headphones #big #sunnygees #sunglasses #october sunshine #indian summer #fc omonia nicosia #lairy #cypriot #lads #Manchester #street portrait #for me sins

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bebo-schmebo · 1 year

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Look at this beloved lad! So bright! So much youth!!

(青春 - Seishun -"Youth; Springtime of Life")

[Click image for better quality, I never seem to get the quality right when I post here rip]

#beloved sunshine lad #I wanted to post this for his birthday originally but life kicked my ass so I wasn't able to finish it in time #the amount of stippling this took #my arm is screaming obscenities at me but man was it worth it #springtime of youth #rock lee #should I make the rest of team gai in this style?#perhaps #bebo art

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threadsun · 8 months

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Chapter 2: One Kiss Away From Killing

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Content: knives, death threat, grinding, mild horniness

There’s another timid knock on the door.

“Nik…? Please don’t make me use my key…”

Nik glares at the door. “We changed the locks.”

“No you didn’t.” There’s a soft sigh. “That’d be a violation of the lease. You know that.”

“You think I give a fuck about the lease?”

“I… Nik, please…” This time there’s a distressed whine. “I-I can just wait for Zander to get home! He’s only a couple blocks away…”

For a moment there’s silence. Tense, bone chilling silence. The door swings open and Nik’s arm shoots out, grabbing the nearest piece of fabric they can get their hand on. They’re used to this sort of thing. It’s second nature, pulling him in through the door, shoving him up against it as it closes with a loud thud. Off balance, knees bent, leaning back until he’s low enough that they can comfortably shove their forearm against his throat.

“Hi, Nik…” Ian gives a nervous smile, raising a hand in greeting.

“How the fuck do you know where Z is?” The snarl on Nik’s face is borderline feral, eyes sparking with the barely contained urge to tear Ian’s throat out.

“H-He still uses my card!” Ian holds up his other hand, clutching his phone. “I just got a notification that he used it at the coffee shop down the street…”

“He still uses…?” Nik groans. “Of course he does.”

“I don’t mind! I… I don’t mind him using it. I like… knowing that you’re still alive. S-still eating and stuff.”

Nik’s forearm presses harder against Ian’s neck, knee pushing between his legs. He whimpers. “What the fuck are you doing here, Ian?”

For a moment, Ian is speechless. Everything he’d practised, all those words he wanted to say, all of that confidence he was going to pretend he had… it’s all gone. Nik is as beautiful as the day he’d left. Small and dainty, like a fairy. He can see the light smattering of freckles and the little braid they always have tucked away in their hair. The shining brown eyes and skin and hair, each a different and equally enchanting shade.

It’s deceiving, how sweet they look. Ian knows it well. How dangerous they can be. How quickly they can snap. How much rage simmers beneath their placid expression. He’s never been at the receiving end of it before. Not like this. But he’s seen it directed at others enough to know just how scared he should be.

And he is scared. Scared enough to make his cock hard and his heart skip a beat. Scared enough to make his mouth dry and his palms sweaty. Scared enough to want nothing more than to kiss them.

“Well?” Nik lets their forearm press on his trachea for just a moment, drawing a wheeze from him.

“I… The thing is—” Ian swallows thickly, fighting the urge to grind against their knee. “I got a job! I… I got a job. Here. So I can be with— So I can make things— I know I can’t fix it, but I… please, Nik. I just want the chance to try.”

There’s a thousand things Nik wants to say. They want to tell him to fuck off. To jump off the nearest bridge. They want to tell him in great detail exactly how badly he’d fucked up Zander. Fucked up them. They want to ask him if he even knows what he’s doing here. What him being here will do. They want to ask what the fuck makes him think he can fix things, when he won’t even tell them what happened. They want to demand answers, to demand to know more than just “I had sex with someone else.”

Instead they grab their knife.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

Ian shudders as the cold blade replaces their arm against his neck. His lips part in a soft moan before he speaks. “I… I’m still p-paying for this place…?”

“Dude.” Shaun barks out a startled laugh. “He’s still paying for this place?”

“No.” Nik glares at Shaun, knife digging slightly into Ian’s neck. “No, he’s not.”

“O-oh, Shaun! Hey…” Ian tries to stand up straight to see Shaun, but Nik presses their knee hard into his crotch. He whimpers, grinding against them slightly with a warm flush on his face. “I a-am though. Paying for this place, I mean. Still.”

“No,” Nik shakes their head confidently, but the look on their face is anything but certain. “No, no. I’m pretty sure you don’t…”

“What, so you’re paying for this place on froyo money?”

“You’re not helping! You’re meant to be on my side.”

“I was,” Shaun scoffs, shaking his head. “Until I found out you still let him pay for the house.”

“I thought…” Nik huffs and shakes their head, pressing the blade up under Ian’s jaw just shy of breaking skin. “I figured Z was fucking the landlord or something. After you left. After you—” Ian can hear their teeth grind. “You kept paying?”

“Dude, I hate to say it, but I think you kind of have to let him stay.” Shaun really does hate to say it, but… “I mean, it’s his place.”

“Shut up, you’re not helping.” Nik is half tempted to turn the knife on Shaun, but they push down the instinct. Zander’s gentle voice in their head reminds them that they can’t just react with violence to everything that confuses them.

“Zander fucked the landlord…?” Ian’s voice is small, hurt. He sounds on the verge of tears.

“Well, now I’m not so sure!” Nik pockets their knife with a frustrated growl. “Fucking hell. Whatever. Stay if you want. But don’t think this changes anything.”

“Thank you,” Ian just barely catches himself as Nik steps away. His body feels cold now that they’re not pressed against him. “I-I’ll be the best housemate, I promise! And… I’ll make things right. I will.”

There’s silence. Nik turns their back on Ian and sets about tidying the room. Tucking away Shaun’s bags in the corner, setting up Moonpie’s litter tray, anything to avoid acknowledging Ian. Shaun fiddles with his sleeve. This is one thing he does not want to get into the middle of. Not when Nik still has that knife tucked away in their pocket.

Ian leans against the door for a moment, hands awkwardly covering the bulge in his pants. When he realises he won’t get anything more out of either of them, he slips back out to grab his bags from the doorstep.

He can breathe again. There’s too many feelings in his stomach for him to pinpoint any one emotion, but he knows he’s relieved. This was the hardest part. But now that he’s got his foot in the door, he’s got a chance. A chance to fix things. To make things right. To win them back.

He hauls his duffle bag over his shoulder, grabbing his backpack. He’s not sure what to do, hovering in the doorway and trying to catch Nik’s eye. They’re avoiding him staunchly, latching onto anything and everything to keep themself occupied. Ian clears his throat.

“N-Nik…?”

Nik tenses. They turn to look at him. “Is that all you’ve got?”

It takes Ian a moment to realise they’re talking about his bags. “Oh… y-yeah, I didn’t… really want anything that reminded me of— I only brought back the important stuff.”

“Okay.”

“So, is my room…?”

“Where you left it.”

Their words strike him like a cobra, full of venom and teeth. It hurts far more than their arm on his throat or their knife against his jugular. His heart aches at the way they say “left,” like he’d gone off to screw someone else, not to pursue his dreams. But he’d done both, hadn’t he? He’d fucked everything up. He’d ruined it all.

“Can you wallow somewhere else? You’re really ruining the vibes.”

It’s so dry, so deadpan that Ian can’t tell if they’re joking or not. He used to be able to tell. Back when they were close. But now there’s nothing familiar about the way they speak to him. Nothing he can hold onto to orient himself. All he can do is shuffle to his bedroom and try to hold back his tears.

The door is as easy to push open as he remembered. He flips the light switch and stares. It’s the same. Identical to the day he left. His clothes still hang in the closet. His manga still fill the bookshelf. His bed is still neatly made. The only difference is a slight imprint of a person in the duvet. Zander, no doubt.

He drops his bags by the door and moves to lay on the bed, curling up in the imprint of his boyf— ex-boyfriend. There’s the faintest traces of cheap rose perfume and cigarettes. He breathes it in, burying his face in the duvet and closing his eyes. He can almost imagine he’s laying on Zander’s chest.

The lingering memory of fingers drawing on his back sends a shiver through him. Nostalgia has been his drug of choice ever since the breakup, and he can’t seem to get enough of it. No matter how bad it makes him feel. Even as his chest tightens and a sob slips out, he can’t help but cling to thoughts of the last time he was in this bed.

Nik, on the other hand, has their own way of dealing with nostalgia. Much like every other problem they have, they employ the tried and true method of ignoring it. Why torture themself thinking about the good old days when they could instead stew in anger about Ian’s steadfast refusal to tell them exactly what had happened while he was away?

“Unclench your jaw, you’re gonna give yourself a headache.” Shaun sighs, grabbing Nik’s arm and pulling them to sit beside him on the couch.

Nik scowls, but does as he says. “Why is he here?”

Shaun raises his eyebrows. “Um. Because someone forgot to take over paying the rent, apparently. Seriously, you’ve just been letting him pay this whole time?”

“I thought Z was fucking the landlord!” Nik groans, collapsing against Shaun’s arm. “How was I supposed to know Ian was still paying? Why was he still paying?”

Shaun shrugs his other shoulder, careful not to jostle them. “Because he’s still in love with you. He hasn’t stopped calling you since you broke up! You really think he’d just let you get evicted?”

“...I thought Z was fucking the landlord…” It’s a petulant little grumble as they headbutt Shaun’s arm like a cat.

Shaun reaches out and pets them. “I mean, it does sound like Z. You really didn’t know he was still using Ian’s card?”

“I assumed he was using my card.” Nik nuzzles into his touch, making a soft whining noise. “I forgot he’d even given Z a card.”

“Did you give Z a card?”

“...shit.”

Shaun laughs and shakes his head. “Y’know, I think Ian moving back in is karma. Someone out there wants you to know how badly you fucked up.”

“Probably Selene.”

“Right, yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “I meant a higher power. But sure, maybe it was your cousin.”

“Maybe she’s the one he fucked.” Nik huffs, face scrunching in annoyance. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Okay no.” Shaun frowns and taps Nik’s head. “We’re not doing that. We’re not comparing Ian to him. And we’re not blaming your cousin for this. You’re the one who’s been letting your ex pay your rent for months now.”

“I thought Z was—”

“Fucking the landlord, I know. But I think you’ve got bigger things to worry about when it comes to Zander right now. Ian’s back. Do you have any idea what that’s gonna do to him? Because I don’t.” Shaun purses his lips and levels Nik with a hard stare.

“Shit. Fucking shit.” Nik flaps their hands in frustration. “What the fuck are we going to do? Z can’t see him. Z hates him. He won’t even talk to me about him. Fuck.”

“Hey,” Shaun holds his hands out and Nik lets theirs fall to rest in his palms. “It’ll be okay. We’re both here to support him. I’m here to support both of you. You’re not dealing with this alone. Not this time. I promise.”

Nik takes a deep breath and nods. “Thanks.”

The doorknob rattles. There’s a pause, and then there’s a sheepish knock on the door. This time it’s definitely Zander. Just knowing he’s there is enough to relax Nik. They hop up and open the door for him, helping him carry in the drinks and bags of pastries and paninis.

“Sorry, forgot my keys again!” Zander grins sheepishly, kicking the door closed behind himself and presenting Shaun with his drink. “But the girl at the counter gave me a free drink! She was really nice, she said she liked my necklace.”

Nik blinks. “You’re not wearing a necklace.”

Zander glances down at his low cut top and prominent chest, notably bare of jewellery. “Oh. Weird. Well anyway, I didn’t know what you wanted so I just got all the things I know you like. They were doing a special on the day-old donuts so I grabbed us a bunch too!” He holds up a bag that seems to be stuffed full with donuts. “I got some glazed and some str—”

“H-hey Nik… did either of you go under my bed? I c-can’t find my—” Ian freezes in the doorway, his voice lowering to a reverent breath. “...Zander…”

Zander stares. Nik and Shaun glance between the two. They’re both ready to act. Nik to hold Zander back, Shaun to put himself between Zander and Ian. Nik’s heart drops at the sight of their husband’s unreadable expression. They can practically see the gears slowly turning in his head as he tries to understand what’s going on.

“...fuck.”

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