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[lovelyjj]

Hopelessly Devoted

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.7k

(not my gif)

a/n: the first time I posted this it didn’t show up in the tags so i’m posting it again!

JJ has never experienced this before. His whole life he has never felt this way before. The only word that he could describe it is lovesick.

JJ was absolutely totally undeniably completely hopelessly in love with you. and you had no idea. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious. The way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

Other people noticed it too the way JJ looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. John B, Pope and Kie could tell their friend was in love.

"Does she ever talk about me?" JJ asked Kiara as they were out on the boat.

You were working and missed out on the boat day but you didn't mind you were gonna catch up with them later.

"I mean she doesn't not talk about you." Kiara replied.

"Come on Kie, I know you guys have your girls night. She has to say something" JJ begged.

"I think she loves you as a friend" Kie offered.

"You don't ask her about me?" JJ frowned.

"Not really slipped my mind."

"Well next time you see her will you." JJ asked.

"oh no i'm not getting in the middle of it." Kiara reasoned.

"You already are in the middle of it."

Kiara turned away from JJ shaking her head and looking out at the ocean. John B was driving the boat back to the château after a day of swimming and fishing.

Later that day when it started to turn into the evening you came over bringing snacks with you for a movie night.

You knocked on the door and then entered the château.

"Hey I brought snacks," you shouted hoping they could hear you.

"thank you y/n" John B acknowledged.

You walked into the living room ready for a chill night with your friends.

JJ patted the seat next to him on the couch gesturing for you to come sit next to him.

"Sit with me" JJ spoke.

You climbed over Pope and Kiara who were on the floor cozied with blankets and a air mattress.

John B and Sarah were on the couch too. The space JJ pointed to was small and so you sat down a little squished.

The movie started and everyone settled down. However, you seemed to inch closer to JJ progressively throughout the movie.

It got to the point where half your body was on top of him. Then JJ took it upon himself to haul you onto his lap.

"There. That's better huh," JJ whispered in your ear.

You simply nodded focusing your attention on the TV.

Near the end of the movie you started to grow restless. You shifted around and ended up straddling JJ's lap. Now you were facing him.

"Hi there princess."

"Hi"

"Shhh" Sarah hissed.

You then proceeded to lay your head on his shoulder, nose nudging at his neck. Eventually you fell asleep.

There wasn't that much left of the movie. JJ was shocked you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe it, your soft breaths hitting his neck. Occasionally, JJ would rub your back, soothing his hand up and down. When the movie was over and the snacks have been eaten JJ got up.

"Alright guys Im gonna hit the hay, and get this one to bed."

Your legs unconsciously wrapped around JJ's waist. JJ carried you by the back of your thighs.

When JJ made it to his room he laid you down on his bed. He brought the covers up to your neck and kissed your forehead.

"Good night angel."

JJ went to the hall closet for some blankets. Then he made himself comfortable on the floor.

—————

You woke up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had. Maybe it was JJ's scent in the sheets or being in his bed but you were unbelievably comfortable.

You started to sit up when you did you noticed a mop of blonde hair peaking out from a blanket on the floor.

He slept on the floor? You were shocked. What a gentleman. You would have been fine sharing with him though.

"JJ," you called to him.

"JJ."

When you got no response you threw a pillow at him.

JJ propped himself up on one arm and threw you a nasty glare.

"Seriously" JJ asked.

You scrunched up your nose, "You weren't waking up."

"So you through a pillow at me?"

"Yes." you laughed.

And JJ who loved the sound of your laughter grinned.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You asked curiously.

"I wanted you to have the bed," JJ spoke sincerely.

"You could have shared with me," you reasoned.

JJ hitched his throat. The thought of you sharing a bed with him had his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if you would have cuddled with him. No that he couldn't handle. He was practically blushing.

"No baby girl you just seemed so tired I didn't want to disturb you." JJ responded. He didn't even notice the pet name. It just flowed out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even notice how flustered it made you.

You buried your face in your hands hiding your flushed cheeks and smile.

When you uncovered your face and looked at him JJ was already looking at you. To him, you looked breathtaking. Your hair was messy and your lips looked plump. Your face looked ethereal. JJ could feel his blood rushing through his body. Then he got himself thinking, if he could wake up to this beautiful sight, to her, every morning he would die a happy man.

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The next day you all went over to Sarah's house to go swimming.

The boys came to pick you up at your house since yours was closest to Sarah's. You were the last stop.

You were wearing a purple bikini and some jean shorts over it. When you entered the twinkie JJ took notice to your lack of clothes and exposed skin. You looked hot and JJ was practically drooling.

Your legs were pressed together in the back of the twinkie as John B drove. Pope was in the front seat leaving Kie, JJ, and you in the back.

JJ reached over and put a hand on your thigh. This causing you to blush furiously. This action unnoticed by kie.

"Hi pretty girl," JJ whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back.

The rest of the drive over to Sarah's house was quick and you all casually conversed.

"Alright ladies, here we are," John B shared.

JJ was first to hop out of the van. The rest of you quickly followed.

After entering Tanny hill you all headed to the pool area. Sarah was happy to host everyone over.

The pool was huge and you forgot how well off kooks are.

"Here are some towels," Sarah commented.

"Thank you."

The pogues were lounging around the pool no one was going on just yet.

You stripped down into your bikini. Not even 10 seconds after you did so JJ was picking you up bridal style.

"JJ don't you dare."

JJ swung you over the edge of the pool and acted like he was going to drop you by releasing you from his grip over the ledge. Each time he would fake drop you you would cling onto him a little tighter. He would fake drop you three times and on the fourth he actually threw you in.

When you surfaced you gave JJ the stink eye.

"Your welcome," JJ offered.

John B got up and made his way to sneak up behind JJ. It only took one shove for JJ to end up in the water.

"Hey!" JJ said as he surfaced wiping his face.

"Thank you John B," you voiced.

"Anytime."

In no time the rest of the pogues joined you and JJ in the water. Pretty soon everyone was splashing each other.

You all had a good time swimming and splashing.

About an hour or two later you sat in a lounge chair working on your tan.

Kiara came and sat by you.

"So tell me what's going on between you and JJ," she spoke resting her chin in her hand and her elbows on her knees.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us," you stated shocked.

"Just admit you like him already would you," Kiara put out.

"I don't know what your talking about," you smiled smugly.

Your smile did not go unnoticed by Kiara who just shook her head and looked the other way.

JJ walked over to you and sat at the end of your lounge chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" JJ says nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you and Kiara say at the same time.

"Right we'll I was wondering if y/n wanted to come surfing with me tomorrow morning?" JJ placed his hand on your knee and uses his thumb to stroke the area.

His actions don't go unnoticed by you but you let him touch you as you found it sweet and endearing.

"Yeah i'd love to go surfing with you J," you added.

"Great. It's a date."

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You woke up on the pull out couch in John Bs den. It was all a haze waking up to hushed voices in the living room. The sun peaking through the window.

"Hey sleepy head." JJ's voice rang through your ears. You let out a groan and covered your head with a pillow.

JJ grabbed the pillow and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Ready to go surfing?"

JJ's eyes were bright and he had a faint smile on his lips. Truth be told he was excited to spend some alone time with you. He was deeply in love with you and you were absolutely clueless.

"Yeah give me a minute."

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You and JJ sat on the sand after crushing the waves. JJ had his arm around you.

"Thank you for coming out with me." JJ spoke softly, digging his hands into the sand at his place next to you.

"Yeah no problem, the waves were great," you smiled.

JJ was at war with himself. He desperately wanted to tell you how he feels about you. How he loves you so much. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops. He just didn't know how you felt and it was torture. He didn't think you liked him back but then again he didn't know for sure. Should he risk everything including you friendship and tell you.

JJ was conflicted. Right now was the perfect opportunity. You were alone overlooking the beach. And here you are sat next to him without a clue that his heart is beating faster with you next to him. JJ finally decided to do the next best thing: ask you out.

"Hey, So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?"

"With the other pogues?" you questioned.

"No it would be just us." JJ answered.

"Like a date?"

JJ panicked. "No not a date. Just two friends hanging out."

"Oh okay. Yeah I'd love to."

__________

You and JJ had your dinner and it was lovely. You guys talked and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Your legs touched under the table and you felt like you were floating.

It was three days after the dinner when you were walking to the château.

It was a 5 minute walk but you decided to stop at the store to get some beer, making your walk a little longer.

You were almost to the store when a truck pulled up right next to you. To your horror it was Rafe and Topper.

"Hey there girlie," Rafe commented stepping out of the truck.

"Rafe." You gave him a mean look.

As he got closer to you, you could see his face more clearly. He had a black eye and a busted lip.

"What happened to you?" You asked, not that you really cared.

"Your little boyfriend is what happened. But you should see him." He whistled, "Not pretty."

"I swear if you hurt him-"

"What? What can you possibly do to me." Rafe spoke.

Without thinking you threw a punch at Rafe hitting him in the nose.

"You little shit!" Rafe snarled.

"Topper grab her!" Rafe shouted.

Topper took your hands and held them behind your back holding you in place.

"That pogue really got me. Now it's time for some payback."

Topper held you down while Rafe hit you. You were able to kick him in the balls but he was beating you pretty badly.

All of a sudden the three of you herd a siren. Topper let you go immediately and tried to act natural.

Sheriff Peterkin stepped out of the car.

"What's going on here?" she questioned.

"Nothing sheriff." Rafe yelled.

"Why don't you run along and get out of here," sheriff peterkin announced.

Rafe and Topper were quick to move. They quickly drove off not wanting to get in trouble.

"You okay miss."

"I'm fine," you whispered.

Then you fell to the ground and everything went dark.

—————

When you first woke up you were confused as to where you were. Slowly becoming conscious, you realized you were at the police station.

"Oh good your awake. I'd like to see you in here please." Sheriff peterkin ordered.

You slowly got up and made your way to her office.

"Have a seat."

You sat down quickly realizing that everything in your body ached.

"Now who did this to you?"

"I think you know," you replied weakly.

"damn it!" she cursed.

"Would you like to press charges?"

"No. I just want to go home," you spoke truthfully.

"I highly advise-"

You cut her off, "I just want to leave please."

"Ok." She motioned for you to exit the room. You breathed a breath of relief.

On your way out you looked at the time. It was almost 3pm. You were supposed to be a John Bs an hour ago.

You slowly but surely made your way over to the château.

When you arrived the pogues were all out in the porch. You were anxious to face JJ because you don't know how he's going to react.

You walked up to the lawn and the pogues could see a shadowy figure. When you stepped into the light on the porch all the pogues gasped.

Your face was badly bruised.

JJ stood up. "What the fuck!"

"JJ-"

"No stop. Who did this to you?"

"Rafe."

JJ started walking. "I'll kill him."

"No JJ. Please don't," you pleaded.

JJ was fuming. How dare someone hurt his girl. JJ felt a little bit guilty because he fought Rafe a couple days ago.

"It's all my fault I shouldn't of provoked him. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know he would come after me. it's ok."

"It's not ok," JJ expressed.

JJ took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He had you hop up on the sink. He began cleaning your wounds.

"I can't believe he laid his hands on you." JJ spoke.

"I'm fine JJ."

"Look at you. No your not."

JJ dabbed at your eye and you winced.

"Sorry," JJ apologized.

When JJ was just about finished assessing your injuries he began to speak. "I can't do this. This is breaking my heart."

"JJ wha-"

"No let me finish."

"I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. My chest physically hurts and I feel like i'm going crazy because Im crazy about you. I can't pretend like i'm not in love with you when I am."

JJ's chest was rising up and down. He was breaking down over his love for you. He was ripped to shreds at the sight of you hurt. It tore him apart.

"JJ I have always loved you," you confessed.

As if he was holding his breath he let out all the air in his lungs. He gave you a bright smile.

JJ wasted no time as he leaned forward in his spot between his legs. He cradled your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and frantic.

You were surprised at the passionate nature of the kiss. Your stomach was tingly. Your mouths explored each other's. When the need for air became too strong you pulled away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." JJ expressed.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: You definitely have favourites in the Arsenal squad

Leah, as a football player, is very cool.

Leah, as a sister, is a bit annoying.

It's clear to everyone that you were the happy little accident of the family, so much younger than your siblings, but Leah especially enjoyed taking you everywhere with her.

It wasn't uncommon for her to kidnap you from Milton Keynes and make the long drive back to the Arsenal training grounds. Honestly, your parents kind of just accepted Leah's loud presence in your life without complaint.

She was quite annoying though, sometimes. Like now, when she woke you up super early to take you to practice with her.

You were grouchy and moody but looked especially cute in your Arsenal puffer jacket and your little hat.

"Come on, bean," She says, hoisting you up onto her hip as you lag behind.

"Leah," You whine," Tired."

"I know," She says," I know but we're gonna have a lot of fun today. I promise."

You groan anyway, going limp in her arms as she wanders into the locker room. She sets you on your feet as she changes and you groan again as you wander around in an exhausted haze.

You bump into Viv and give her the international sign of 'pick me up please' - grabby hands. She holds you a bit like you're a bomb about to go off but you're relieved all the same. Viv's comfortable and you're happy to rest in her arms.

Jen approaches. "Hey, baby Williamson," She says, reaching out to push your hair out of your face.

You make an annoyed noise and turn away, burying further into Viv - who relaxed slightly now that you've gotten comfortable.

"Oh, come on." Jen pops up on your other side. "You can't really be choosing Viv over me? I'm way more fun!"

You turn your head away again and shut your eyes. Your breathing slowly changes into soft puffs against Viv's collarbone and your head lulls.

Viv has to change her hold to make sure you don't go tumbling to the ground.

"Looking good Miedema!" Beth wolf whistles but Viv ignores her, focussed on making sure that your hat is firmly on your head.

You're kind of in a half-sleep state - still kind of awake to know that Viv is moving outside with you but asleep enough that when your eyes finally blink open again, you feel more well rested than when Leah got you bundled into the car this morning.

You rub at your eyes and stubbornly turn away from Leah when she comes over to grab you.

"Bean," She says in disbelief as you slip from her grasp and hide behind the better Lia's legs," Come on! Are you still upset?"

"She woke me up early," You tell Lia, who affectionately rubs a hand through your hair. "Meanie." You stick your tongue out.

Lia laughs. "Yeah, she is a meanie."

"Meanie!" You say again.

"Hey! I'm your sister! You can't call me that!"

"Meanie! Meanie! Meanie!" You stamp your feet and glare.

Lia laughs and hoists you up onto her hip when your sister goes to grab you. "Come on, bean," She says," Let's get away from this meanie!"

You spend a lot of training with Lia and you also branch out to Kyra too. You don't know her at all. She's very new to the team and she's Australian too, like Caitlin and Steph, so she's very exciting.

You kick the ball away from her, one hand wrapped tightly around her shorts so she can't run away from you.

"You're Leah's sister, right? y/n?"

You nod. "Uh-huh. You're Kyra."

"I am."

"You've got a cool accent," You say. You take her hand, swinging it back and forth," Let's be friends."

She sends you a silly smile, kneeling down to your level. "I know another little girl like you. Her name's Harper. You can't be much older."

You nod along. "Does that mean you know how to play?"

"I do know how to play. What do you want to do?"

You think for a moment before slapping her on the leg. "You're it!" You turned to run as fast as your little legs will carry you.

Kyra laughs as she runs after you, catching up to you a few times but dramatically tripping on her own feet when she's about to tag you.

You weave through the groups of girls training, ducking and dashing through their open legs so Kyra can't grab at you.

"Whoa, bean!" Steph says, grabbing you by your waist when you clamber through the gap between her legs," Be careful. I could have crushed you."

From the angle she's holding you at, you can't quite see Kyra yet. You don't know where she's going to pop out of so you try to push Steph's hands off of you, not at all in the mood to play her games.

"Whoa! You got somewhere to be, bean? You can't hang out with me?"

"Let go!" You say firmly, trying to push her hands off," Kyra's gonna get me. Let go, Steph!"

Steph sets you down at your insistence, glancing around, but doesn't quite relinquish her grip on you. "Sorry to break it to you, bean, but I think Jonas needs Kyra for something."

"Steph!" You groan as though it's her fault that Kyra could no longer find you.

"Sorry," She says," How about I play with you instead? That'll be fun, huh, bean?"

You roll your eyes, turning away. "No, Steph. You never play right."

With your game with Kyra suitably ruined by adult jobs and all of your running finally catching up to you, you end up near Lotte.

She's always nice and calm and lets you nap against when you're sleepy.

You're yawning when you finally make it over to her and the new girl. You recognise the new girl vaguely but you're very sleepy and Lotte looks nice and warm so you clamber onto her lap without thinking.

"Oh!" The new girl says, almost gasping at your sudden appearance.

"Leah's little sister," Lotte explains. She jostles you slightly. "Hey, bean, say hi to Alessia."

"Hi, Alessia," You parrot but your attention is waning and that's all the words they get out of you as you sag against Lotte's chest.

"I think I recognise her," Alessia says," Leah gave away her Euro's medal to her, after we won."

"I have all of Leah's medals," You slur, somehow still awake.

Your shirt's ridden up a bit so Alessia moves to pull it down, only to get her hands clumsily swatted away. "No," You say," No play. Sleep."

"Don't mind bean," Lotte explains," She needs a nap and Katie's favourite thing is pulling her shirt up and blowing raspberries on her stomach."

Alessia laughs and that rubs you the wrong way and you uselessly swat in her general direction. "Sleep," You insist," Night-Night."

You conk out pretty quickly on Lotte's chest when new-girl-Alessia finally quietens. You're not quite sure how long you were sleeping because you come back into awareness inside so there's no moving sun to see if you were sleeping a long time.

You recognise these arms though and you really don't want to be in them, given your rather sour start to the day. With your uncoordinated limbs, you try to push yourself away but the person holding you keeps readjusting their grip, keeping you trapped.

"No," You whine," No, wrong. Wrong."

"Wrong?" You sister laughs," What's wrong, bean?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Want the other Leah," You insist," Lia! Lia!"

"Give her here." You're transferred into the Lia you wants' arms and relax instantly into them, yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Oh, I see," Your actual Leah scoffed," I see, bean. Playing favourites? Really? You don't even have good taste. We all know I'm the superior LW."

"No!" You say stubbornly," Lia's the best!"

Lia laughs, hoisting you up further on her hip. "Well," She says," The bean has spoken."

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[adorerry]

A bouquet a day keeps the sadness away. | H.S 

Pairing: boyf!harry styles x reader  

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: you have been feeling a bit down recently so harry decides to add a special something into his daily routine in hopes to make you feel better

Warnings: tiny mention of depression at the start, PURE FLUFF! (p.s I literally know nothing about flowers, so hashtag don’t hate the flowers I chose pls xx) 

a/n: stay til the end for a surprise ;) if you would like to be added to my tag list please pop me a message in dm's or in my requests/talk to me box :*

With seasonal depression just around the corner, your moods have swooped down a load recently. Instead of going for your daily runs and gym sessions with harry, you stayed in bed and binge watched Netflix all day, crying over the smallest things ever and overall having no motivation to do anything. Other people might think it's pathetic, but Harry had immediately noticed your change of moods and knew he had to do something about it straight away. Even on days when u felt at your very best, Harry still managed to slip the odd compliment and reassuring quote in just to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. That’s when harry got the bright idea of doing something small for you each day of the week just to remind you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you. 

Monday. 

You woke up, mind groggy, rolling over to feel an empty space where harry usually lays. Rubbing your drowsy eyes, you opened them to see Harry's side of the bed neatly tucked in, pillows perfectly fluffed up, no creases in the sheet. Everything was perfectly in place except for him. Where was he?  

Groaning to yourself, you stretch your legs out of the bed and trapse along to the kitchen. 

Your eyes rapidly tearing up at the scene in front of you. A huge bouquet of sunflowers with a note peeping out from the top. 

“My sweet sweet angel. I'm sorry for not being there this morning when you woke up, but I had to rush to the studio. Duty calls... :( I hope you're feeling a bit better this morning, text me as soon as you finish reading this note. Let me know how you are! I got you these flowers as a reminder of all the happy times we have together. I did my research and apparently sunflowers represent happiness, and I'm hoping they make your happiness shine out. I’ll never fathom how you are mine; you are everything I ever hoped and dreamed of. Keep being your beautiful, pleasing self. Shouldn’t be too long... don't miss me too much. H x” 

Tuesday. 

Every Tuesday morning harry would go out for meetings with his team, so you weren’t really surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again. When he arrived back home yesterday, he smothered you in kisses and cuddles while insisting you guys ordered a takeout and had a movie night and that’s exactly what you did. 

Pouring your milk, you heard the doorbell ring as you pranced over to the door not expecting any deliveries today. “Delivery for Mrs Styles?” The delivery man questioned. Your face immediately beginning to flush a red tone as you accepted the parcel. Mrs styles.. It has a nice ring to it you think to yourself as you open the box to yet again another bouquet of flowers with a note. 

“Hello baby, hope you're having an amazing morning. I also hope you didn’t mind the delivery man calling u Mrs styles... I really need to make that official soon huh. I’ll be home a little later today, please take care of yourself throughout the day. Maybe go for a little walk to clear your head? Mum said she will meet you if you pop her a text, maybe go to the small café you like? My treat ;) Hope you like the roses. They symbolise love, and that’s exactly why I got them. I love you so much you never fail to fill the empty gaps in my heart. See you tonight lovie. H x” 

Wednesday. 

Yesterday afternoon you spent it with anne having a catchup, both of you agreeing to go out shopping today, and last night cuddled up with harry in bed chatting about life and how the team was treating him. Surprisingly on one of your only mornings waking up next to harry, you were the first to be awake and out the house. Due to his busy schedule, it was another late night at the studio for harry but you didn’t mind as you knew he was doing things he loved.  

When you arrived back home you saw yet again another box waiting for you to open it and pick it up. Taking everything inside you let out a slight laugh as you opened the box to a huge bouquet of lavenders. Obviously, it wasn’t a bouquet without the famous note... 

“I hope you're not sick of my flower sending yet :( Woke up this morning and you weren’t there, felt a little deflated that I couldn’t smother you in kisses to wake you up but mum text me saying she took you shopping which made me feel way better. It’s so lovely seeing the two people I care for the most bonding and spending time together, and that’s why I've sent you these beautiful lavenders. They symbolise peace and you may be wondering why I have sent you flowers for peace? I want your beautiful body and brain to give you a break from all the stressful thoughts wandering them. I hope today brought you so much peace and I can assure you the future will too... I love you my precious girl. H x” 

Thursday. 

Surprise surprise, another morning without harry. This morning he left for training day with brad. You really wish you were there to witness harry in training mode but instead you found yourself once again opening another bouquet of flowers. 

“Hi lovie, this is a short one today. I'm sorry... This short note is worth it as tomorrow is unfortunately the last flower bouquet day. I know, I know I can hear your sobs from here but don’t worry darling it will all be worth it I just need you to trust me.. Which is why I got you freesia flowerers today. They symbolise trust and I'm needing you to trust me with everything you have. I’ll see you tomorrow, love you millions. H x” 

Friday aka The last flower day. 

You felt the bed dip as you made a lazy attempt to open your eyes as you felt the immediate kisses harry started planting all over your face. 

“G’mornin’ lovie. Y’gonna wake up for me?” he questioned swiping the stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear. 

“Mhm” you replied turning over and slowly dozing back to sleep as you felt harry pick you up taking you somewhere in the house. 

It took harry 10 minutes to wake you up, once he was successful you looked at your surroundings to see you were in the living room. 

“Got you a coffee anndddd your very last bouquet box” he said placing down both the coffee and box Infront of you 

“You really didn’t have to do this for me H.. but I really appreciate it so thank you” you leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek as you turned back around eagerly opening the box to see what’s inside the last one. 

You opened the box to the most gorgeous flowers you had ever seen but felt a pang in your heart when you didn’t see a note, harry noticed your frantic looks as he reached over and grabbed a handwritten note. 

“I felt like a handwritten one is better for today's note, feels more personal?” he said with a slanted smile placed on his face. You began to read the note as you hear harry rustling around behind you. 

“Good morning gorgeous... I felt like a handwritten note was the better option for today. A week today will be our 5-year anniversary. I can’t even begin to thank you for all the astonishing things you have done for me these past 5 years, I most definitely wouldn’t be here without you, you are my muse... So, thank you thank you thank you. I really hope you like my choice of today's flower’s, il explain to you what they symbolise in a second. You have showed me how to love and what true love feels like, and I will continue giving you everything I have until my very last day on earth. These flowers are my personal favourites... They are called calla lilies, and they symbolise marriage. I love you I love you I love you. So, what I'm trying to say is...” 

“Y/n..” you turn around nearly giving yourself whiplash, seeing the love of your life on one knee your eyes start welling up as your hands automatically cover your mouth in shock. “Will you marry me?” 

You desperately nod your head as your head finds the crook of his neck while your tears find a home in his t-shirt. Secretly harry let out a few tears too but he would never let you know that. 

A/N again: Woweee if you made it this far hi! Thank you so much for reading this is my very first thing i've ever posted on this account, I'l do a small post soon introducing myself and what/who I write.

I DO NOT give consent to anyone reposting my writing and claiming it as theirs. I AM more than happy for you guys to reblog, add to reccomendation lists etc (this really helps especially as im a small account!). If you would like to translate any of my posts please message me before hand so we can chat about it!

I love you, stay safe, my messages are ALWAYS open dont be affraid to message me.. M x

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[mysouleaten]

ITS GOING TO GET COLD..

PLATONIC! izana & kakucho x PARENTAL! reader

summary ... izana and kakucho make a promise to their mother, promising to come back home safe and well... one of them didn't get to fulfill that promise

warnings ... angst, hurt/no comfort, izana being soft before his death, death, author's second time writing angst.. aaand its not proofread

three shots.

three shots to the chest izana kurokawa took for kakucho

blood was pushed out of his mouth as it leaked down his chin and down his throat

but even while izana was slowly dying from blood loss he moved his eyes to look at kakucho who was leaning over his body

"im..sorry kakucho.. but- ..but I don't think ill make it home.. for mom"

kakucho's eyes widened with tears and izana calling their adoptive parent 'mom' for the first time... he just wished it was under better circumstances

he izana coughs "can..you make it home for me?.. tell ma I love her.. that I've always loved her.."

"izana- yes- please stop taking.. you can tell her that yourself!" kakucho stumbles over his words

"hey..you two, come back home ok? promise me you'll only come back with few injuries" [name] their legal adoptive parent asked with a quiet voice

she stood by the front door of izana's and kakucho's childhood house

izana looked over his shoulder and smiled "don't worry, we'll be fine, no one is going to beat us"

kakucho nodded, agreeing with izana

they both gave their parent a warm hug izana departed to his bike first while kakucho stayed behind

"kakucho, please keep each other safe, ok? I don't want any calls from the hospital!" she chuckles

kakucho just laughs a little "don't worry mom, we promised, didn't we? we'll be back home soon!"

kakucho turned around to leave the porch and got on his own motorbike and waved to his mother while izana smiled softly at her before they drove off together

"oh please be safe.. I love you two so much I couldn't bear losing you two.."

izana looks up at mikey "my mother.. real mother, she's home alone.., can... you keep her safe for me alongside kakucho..?"

mikey stood silent and kakucho's tears started to build up more "izana! don't say that! we promised we'd come home together...i promised her t-that!.."

"y..yeah we did, huh?.. shes probably already made lunch for us..

but it's going to get cold.."

kakucho couldn't bring himself to knock on the door

he stood there for what seems like forever.. the words that izana spoke replaying in his mind like a broken record..

"she made lunch for us.."

"it's going to.. get cold"

"tell..mom I love her form.. me"

"..keep her safe"

"don't let her cry..."

don't let her cry? how was he going to do that? he knew the minute he uttered the words of izana's death.. she was going to break down

he finnly opened the front door and entered the home

it was dark. he closed the door behind him and looked around, on the left side of the room the kitchen table had lunch that their mother made for them but it got...cold

she probably was waiting for so long for them to get back.. like they always did.. together

he then looked to the right and saw the TV on, and a figure peacefully sleeping on the couch

he slowly walked around the couch, kakucho stood in front of his parent and gently shook her shoulder and she woke up

slowly blinking away the sleep and looking up at kakucho with a hopeful smile but then it turned into a light frown and she looked around

she was looking for her oldest son..

"wheres.. izana?"

kakucho sucked in a sharp breath "h-he didn't make it mom...."

nothing could have prepared him for the violent sob that left his and izana's mother that night..

taglist ... @coryfromtokyo

hahah im still really rusty at writing angst :)

I SWEAR IF THIS DOESN'T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS ILL GO NUTS

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[bravo4iscool]

What's up bestieeeee <3

I saw your call for request and ideas and I SHALL PROVIDE.

How would the TF141 react to getting a pet (feel free to choose what kind of pet, depending what pet person you think they are!)

And how would they behave as a pet parent? 👀

If you don't write for all of them, just do the ones you feel like!!

Have a lovely night 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

AHHH THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i love it very much🤭

i hope you like the kind of animals i gave them hahah (i’m sorry it’s so short)

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

simon “ghost” riley

“come on boy,” simon urged and patted the spot beside him on the couch. “c’mere.” riley raised his head and looked at his owner. he tilted his head and blinked.

“d’nt look a’me that way,” simon laughed and shook his head. “c’mere boy.” he patted the spot on the couch again and this time the shepherd dog complied and raised to his feet.

he jumped onto the couch and set his head on simon’s lap. “atta boy,” the man mumbled and started crawling him behind his ears. “you as lazy as i’m, huh?” simon smirked as he fumbled with the tv remote to put the game on.

once the tv was on and the game running simon laid his head back and sighed. this morning he woke up—petless—and now he had a furball on his couch, more precisely, half on his lap and life couldn’t be better.

he wasn’t alone anymore, he had company—one who didn’t annoy the shit outta him like johnny—and he had someone to talk to, even if riley wasn’t human. it definitely felt better to talk to a dog than to a wall.

johnny “soap” mactavish

“y’pissin’ with me ri’now johnny, aren’t ya?” simon blinked, staring at the animal in front of him.

“absolutely not, me frend,” soap grinned, proudly standing beside his parrot. “meet ghoapie. he’s me parrot.”

simon massaged his temple a took a deep breath. “a parrot? with the name ghoapie?” the brit stared at his best friend, not knowing what the hell to think right now. he knew johnny was…weird but not this weird.

“yea.” pride was clear in soap’s voice and his grin stayed on his face even tho simon looked like he wanted to jump through a window and get himself killed.

“imma kill y’johnny. i’m actually gon’ kill ya.”

soap faked a hurt look and grabbed his chest in a dramatic manner. “why’d ye do that?”

simon’s eyes widen and he pointed at the bird. “because ya got yourself a fuckin’ parrot! how d’ya think this gon’ work out?”

soap frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “ye have a dog. why can’t i have a parrot?”

simon opened his mouth to answer but then the parrot interrupted. “ye why,” he croaked, gaining an annoyed look from simon.

kyle “gaz” garrick

“oh won’t you look at yourself,” gaz cooed as he crawled the little kittens chin, keeping her close to his chest. “oh you’re just the cutest.”

gaz sat down on his couch and carefully sat the kitten down beside him. then he looked at him. “well, what am i gonna name you, huh?”

he started crawling the kitten again, smiling when it started to purr. it looked up at gaz, its eyes fixated on the dog tags around his neck.

then, with a leap it jumped upon his chest and its claws started to toy with said dog tags around gaz’s neck. he laughed and gently grabbed it to pull it away. “i know they‘re called dog tags but they‘re not real dogs, y‘know?“ he looked at the little kitten and tilted his head. “maybe that‘s what i should call ya. you wanna be called tags?“

the name sounded stupid, it really did but it also had a certain ring to it, gaz thought. but the kitten started reaching out for his dog tags again and another laugh escaped him. “that‘s a final thing then! welcome home tags!“ gaz set tags down and reached for the real dog tags around his neck.

the kitten started reaching for it again and jumped around when gaz started to play with the tags. he held them in his hand, swinging them around in the air until the little kitten was able to catch them.

captain john price

“finished,“ the captain mumbled as he took a step back. the aquarium was all set up and now only the inhabitant was missing. he turned around and grabbed the small box which stood on his desk. “time to give ya a new home little fella.“ he opened the box and carefully lowered it into the aquarium to set the fish inside free.

then suddenly his door busted open and soap stalked in. „ye know i thought ghost was pissin‘ with me when he told me ye got a goldfish—“ his eyes feel onto the aquarium. “—but i guess he was right…“

“hello to you too soap,“ price grumbled and pulled his hand back. he wiped it dry on his shirt and set the box down on his desk again. “and yes, i did get a goldfish.“

soap blinked at his captain, then at the goldfish happily swimming around in his new home. “i always thought ye was a dog person. a goldfish is…a weird choice.“

price huffed, “says the one who got a parrot.“ soap wanted to shoot something back but then simon walked in and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“i told ya i was right. y‘know my ears may not be t‘best anymore but my eyes work j‘st fine.“ there was a hint of offence in his voice as he looked at soap, raising one eyebrow.

soap rolled his eyes and mumbled, “ye were right.“

simon grinned under his mask, “thanks.“

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[loohser]

Pedro is The New Cupid pt 2

You woke up the next morning to your phone ringing. You looked at your phone and saw that it was Pedro.

“Good Morning sleeping beauty.” 

“Ugh, what do you want?” You lazily rubbed your eyes. 

“Hey! That's no way to talk to your best brother in the world.” 

“You’re my only brother.” You grumbled. 

You hear a laugh in the background of the call on his side. “Well yeah but that’s besides the point. The point is that you need to wake up and get ready. We’re on the way.” 

“Okay okay geez, by the way I’m basically almost done getting ready you freak. Also, who’s we?” You got up from the bed and started walking towards the restroom. 

“Stop lying, I know you just woke up. I can tell by your voice. And, it’s uhh…a surprise.” He looks back at Bella. “A good surprise.” 

You turn on the shower, “Alright well I’m about to hop in the shower so pick up some breakfast on the way yeah? I might be a minute.” 

He laughs, “See? I totally knew you just woke up. I’ll try to find something you’ll like. Be there in 40?” 

You sigh, “I’ll see what I can do.” You hung up the phone and started getting ready. 

—------------

By the time you got out of the shower and got dressed, Pedro was calling you saying that the car was ready outside. You pulled on your shoes and left your hotel. When you walked up to the car Pedro got out and opened the door for you. 

“Wow how kind. Is this your way of telling me that I have to pay you back for breakfast?” You smiled at him. 

Pedro walked around the car and got into the driver seat. “No I’m not gonna make you pay, you brat. I just wanted to be nice.” 

You hummed, “It really does sound like you're buttering me up here. What did you do? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m too scared to find out.” You looked away. 

“Well you're gonna find out soon enough.” 

You turned and looked at him, “huh?”

“Turn around.” He said. 

You froze. You were too scared to turn around and look because you had a feeling that he brought Bella. He laughs at your reaction. “Oh cmon, don’t be a loser, just look.” 

You finally turned your head to look in the backseat. You were right, it was none other than Bella fucking Ramsey staring back at you. “Holy shit.” You broke the silence. 

Bella immediately started laughing. You covered your mouth and started apologizing. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say is that it’s nice to meet you!” 

“No no it’s completely fine! I cuss all the time. Nothing new darling.” 

“Darling?” Pedro whispered to himself. 

You blushed. Oh my goodness, this could not be happening right now. This is most definitely a dream. 

“I’m glad we finally met. Pedro really loves you and said good things.” 

You hummed, “Did he tell you to say that?” You side eyed Pedro. 

Bella laughed, “I told you she wouldn’t believe me!” 

You slapped his arm. “I knew you would do this freak!” 

“Alright alright! I did not bring you here so you and Bella could tag team me! This is so unfair.” He grumbled. 

Bella and you start laughing. You admired them while they laughed. They are the most perfect human being you have ever met. You’re actually really happy that Pedro snuck Bella here. Being in their presence was enough to bring a smile to your face. “What do you think?” 

“Huh?” You looked back at Pedro. 

He smirks. “I said, where should we go first? Do you want to go to a museum or have a look at set?” 

You gasped at him, “Is that even a question? I’m dying to see where y’all film!” Bella laughs. “Yeah Pedro, my goodness, that’s not even up for debate.” 

Pedro rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah. Seriously you two have got to stop ganging up on me. I don’t think I can take it.” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Get used to it old man, we’re only gonna get worse.” 

—----------------------------

You three made it to set and Bella immediately took you to their trailer. We step inside. “And this is where the magic happens.” They smile. 

You look around their trailer. “Mm, smells good in here Bella. I approve.” You nod your head. 

Bella blushes, “Yeah? I do try to be a decent human and not leave a trail of stink everywhere I go.” They joke. 

“Wow, that’s so kind of you.” You laugh. 

Bella looks around. “Ya know, Pedro really does talk about you a lot. He really loves you.” 

You look away and smile, “Yeah? I always knew that old man has a soft spot for me.” 

You could feel them staring at you. “You’re really pretty.” They confess. You still, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You both stare at each other for a bit. It felt like you both wanted to say something. You cleared your throat. “Um, thanks Bella. You’re too sweet, really.” They chuckle, “thanks. I do try my best.” You sit down on the couch. “So, what do you do when you're not filming? Just chill in here?” They move to sit beside you. “Pretty much. I have my guitar here so I don’t get bored. Also, I like to read.” 

“Hey, um has Pedro mentioned something about me to you?”

They look at you confused, “Like what?” You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Never mind, I suppose he was just teasing me.” 

“Wait, he did mention something to me.” You raised your eyebrows. Signaling them to continue. 

“Something about you having a crush?” Your mouth dropped open. “Yeah, that’s all though, he didn’t tell me who. Something about being locked in the family secret. Which I understand you know, a secret is a secret.” They ramble. “But I do hope that you trust me enough one day to tell me.” They smile. 

God they are so cute. You couldn’t believe that they didn’t know. You also made a mental note to absolutely give Pedro shit for this. You felt kinda embarrassed. You shyly looked away from them. “I can’t believe he said something.” 

Bella felt bad. They didn’t know that telling you the truth would make you feel like this. Bella observed you for a second. You were looking down at the ground. Bella thought you were the most beautiful person ever. They can’t deny the feeling of jealousy that resides in them whenever Pedro mentioned that you have a crush. Bella knew that it was silly considering that they haven’t met, but now that they have met, Bella didn’t like the idea of you being with anyone other than them. 

Bella put their hand on your thigh, “Hey it’s alright. We’re friends. I’m not going to make fun of you or anything.” They chuckle. “Now c'mon, let’s go explore the set, yeah?” Bella gives you their hand.

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[iadoreoldermen]

Your wish is my command

Reader x tfatws Bucky Barnes

Summary: On Bucky and Y/N's anniversary, Bucky is needy for his mommy. Y/N helps him. ;) (this summary sucks, I know)

WARNINGS: 18+ NSFW MDNI SMUT, softdom!reader, subby!bucky, pet names (baby, doll, bubba etc.), slight mommy kink, oral m recieveing, p in v sex. I also thought this was going to be short but it turned out to be a whole slowburn.

You woke up to the feeling of Bucky's lips all over your face, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You started smiling ear-to-ear when he kissed your neck. What a way to start the day.

-Happy anniversary baby. -Bucky murmured into your neck and stayed there. His voice was still raspy from sleeping.

-Happy anniversary to you too, Buck, I can't believe it's been a year already. -You said as you played with his short brunette locks.

You started smiling even more if that's possible, when you remembered last night's events. Bucky planned a little date on the boat that Sam, him and you renovated. You cried on the spot. And no, that didn't finish there. Absolutely. Not. He made your favourite food, bought your favourite flowers. For the gift, he got you both 2 matching pairs of rings and you know he doesn't wear much jewelery but when you told him that he should wear more rings, he obeyed. He trusts you so damn much, he'd risk his life for you. The biggest gift of all, was when he reached behind his neck.

-I've wanted to give these to you for a while now. -He said as he unclasped his dogtags and handed them to you.

-James, I can't, -you said between soft sobs. -I..I can't baby this is..you need these, I can't just grab them from you. -You started babbling and sobbing even more but your emotional moment was interrupted by the feeling of Bucky's lips on yours.

-I don't fucking need them anymore..you've helped me heal, and make me 'James' again and I'm really thankful for that, -he got the tags out of the loose grip of your hands and put them on you. -They look way better on you. -You continued sobbing. -Hey, hey Y/N. -He cradled your head to his chest. -It's okay, God I love you so much. Shhh..-He grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up so he could see your face properly.

-I love you even more.. -You said kissing him.

-I don't think that's possible.

-Oh but it is..

-Let me show you how much I love you.....

Y/N! You with me?

Wha- oh.. Yeah, umm what were you talking about? -Well, this is embarrasing, you thought.

-I was just telling you that since Sam and I are still 'undercover' or some shit, we can't really go out this evening. I'm so sorry. -He said and looked away from you, ashamed that you can't go out like a normal couple.

-Baby, it's okay, yesterday was enough. Also you're doing your job so I have no right to be upset, okay? -You assured him. -Now let's get up, I have something in mind-He whined at that, buried his face into your chest and tightened his grip on your waist.

-Nooo, just 2 more minitues. Please. -He murmured.

-'Kay baby boy. -You agreed. For those two minitues you were deep in thought, remembering yesterday night, the way he touched you, your core clenching around nothing...

-Time to get up. -You said, Bucky whimpered again. You lifted his face and looked at him sternly.

-Okay, okay, I'll get up. -He huffed out and stood up. You made grabby hands at him to help you up, which he gladly did. You waddled out to the bathroom with his hand in yours. He started washing his face and you admired his back muscles and biceps flexing. God you loved him so much.

-What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours, huh? -He asked.

-Nothin'.. -He looked at you seriously. -..just how much I wanna fuck you right now. -He moved closer to you, lifting your head to look at him. -But we have to get ready, c'mon. -You teased him like this really often, but he still didn't get used to it totally. You made him beg. You looked at him in the mirror and chuckled, seeing the pouty face he was giving you. You just smirked and shook your head.

You started doing your makeup, but was too distracted when he started leaving love bites on your neck.

-Behave, I have things to do. -You said under your breath as a groan left your lips when Bucky bit your neck harshly.

-But mommy...I need you..-he whispered in your ear, sending shiwers down your spine. -Please..- okay that's it, you thought. You lifted his face from your neck and smashed your lips into his and pulled back after mere seconds, fiddling with the tags on your neck.

-Y'know...-you started.. -you are naughty and don't listen to me so..I don't think you deserve it. -you said with a huge grin on your face as Bucky let a high pitched whine escape his lips.

-But, mommy..-He murmured as he kneeled down in front of you. -Please, please, please. -You chuckled at his neediness.

-Hold on, baby, hold on. Mommy's gotta brush her hair. -You said and leaned over his kneeling form to reach for your brush. You brushed through your h/c locks and grabbed his face in your palms.

-Are you going to behave for mommy? -he nodded hastily, kissing your tummy. -Use your words hun. -you teased.

-I'll be good mommy I swear, please please please! -he whined.

-Please what? Tell me. -you lived for the change in his expressions, going from pouty and whiny to being a full on tease with a smirk on his stubbled face.

-I want you to do something with me, please, it tingles.. -he murmured the last part so you asked him: -What tingles? -He just looked down, and when you saw what he was looking at, you almost moaned. He was grabbing himself through his pajama pants.

-Oh you greedy little boy..Let's see what we can do to help those so called tingles go away. -He looked at you with puppy eyes as he nodded slowly.

-Stand up for me, yeah good boy. -He didn't think it was possible to become even harder, but he eventually did at your praise, he loved being your good boy. -What should we do, hmm? -You slipped his pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off.

-Oh my, you really are stiff. -You said as you held him in your hand. He groaned loudly when you tugged at his cock a little. -You like when mommy does that huh? How about this? -You asked as you spit in your hand and started stroking him.

-Fuck yeah..S'good momma. -He moaned. -So so good. Please don't stop.. -He grabbed your head and tried to guide your head down his lenght.

-Nu-uh, mommy's in control right? -You asked as you slowed the ministrations of your hand. He just nodded with a pout. You slapped his thigh and asked again:

-Right?

-Yes, mommy. -He whined and bit slightly on his fist.

-That's my good boy. -And with that you took all of him down your throat. He was not ready for that, even if he was begging for it. He didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure, but that thought flew out the window when you started rubbing his balls.

-Oh, y-yes, mommy! -He whined. You moved your mouth to suck on his tip only for a mere fraction of seconds and then took him down all at once, his tip kissing your throat.

-I'm gonna come, can I come mommy? -Poor baby was so spent, his voice cracked mid-sentence as tears fell down his cheeks.

-Mhmm..-You hummed in response, as soon as Bucky heard that, he realesed in the confines of your mouth, groaning and whining as pure bliss consumed him. You looked up at him through your lashes as you swallowed, he groaned at the sight. When you made sure you milked every drop from him, you released his cock from your mouth and stood up.

-Did it feel good hun? -You asked as you cupped his face in your hands.

-Yes mommy. -You kissed him so he could taste himself. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed the backs of your thighs. You could feel him getting hard again as you jumped and locked your leg around his narrow waist. You could feel a slight change in his behaviour, but you went with it. He carefully dropped you down on your bed and crawled on top of you while leaving kisses on your body every now an then. When he came face-to-face with you, he kissed you passionately while dipping his hand in the thin material of your underwear.

-Mommy enjoyed sucking me off a litlle too much don't you think? -He asked as he teased your folds with his now slick fingers.

-You don' even need any prepping do you?

-Just fuck me baby. -You moaned as he pulled your panties down. He also undid his your shirt hastily to get a look at your breasts.

-Perfect boobs mommy, can I suck 'em while I make love to you? Please? -He asked and you whined an almost unhearable 'yes' and with that he entered you fully with one thrust. You were still sore from yesterday so tears welled in your eyes quickly. Bucky noticed and slowed the movements of his hips immediately.

-You okay princess? -He asked, worrying about you.

-Y-yes, hurts a bit, don't stop. -You whimpered.

-Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you. -He slowed down completely.

-Oh for fucks sake James! -You shouted and before he could even register what you were doing, you held his waist tightly with your legs, and flipped you both over and started riding him with such power it knocked the air out of his lungs.

-Damn baby, fuck..

-Told ya not to stop, this is what you get. -You said and brought his hands up above his head and held him down. You grinded on him in figure eights slowly to tease him, knowing that he couldn't guide you since his hands were trapped in yours. After a while you got tired of his constant begging so you started mercilessly riding him.

-God, yes baby, filling me up so good. -You both moaned and it was borderline pornographic, you loved it. He leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking it sloppily when his mouth opened to groan.

-I'm so close Buck, so good for mommy, aren't you. -You asked moaning at the sight of him, looking up at you through his lashes and nibbling on your nipple. He nodded quickly and whined a 'yeah' around your breast.

-Come with me, c'mon baby, I can feel you throbbing, let go.. -You said, grunting as the wave of pleasure and euphoria hit you. Seconds later you felt him coming too.

-Such a good boy for me. -You said as you realesed his hands from your grip so you could lace your fingers together. You made sure you rode your highs out and you slowed your hips, until you stilled fully. When you released Bucky's hands they were instantly on you, as he pulled you close to his body. He whined when you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

-I'm just going to the bathroom baby. We gotta clean up with something. -He whined again.

-James. -You scolded lifting his face to look at you. He whined but let go of your torso.

-Fuck..-you hissed as you got off him. You waddled out to the bathroom for a wet rag so you could clean up. When you were done you entered the bedroom to see Bucky in the same position as before but his eyes were open. You grinned at him as he made grabby hands at you. You sat down beside him and started cleaning his thighs first but when you got to his cock he hissed and whimpered.

-I know, I know.. -You cooed, pushing some of his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of his face. -You're sensitive, I know bubba.. -You soothed, voice soft. You threw the rag in the laundry and went back to him.

-I love you s'much mommy. -He mumbled to you when you moved laid down next to him on the bed.

-I love you too bubba. Ready for some cuddles? -You asked him in a voice so soft and happy, he thought he'd melt on the spot. He nodded and mumbled a small 'yes mommy' and that's all you needed to pull him close to your chest and start rubbing his upper back with one of your hands while the other played with his hair.

-Can we just stay here all day and cuddle? -He asked, voice slurred from pure exhaustion.

-Well, we have nothing else to do so I guess, yeah...I love you so much Bucky.

-I love you more Y/N.

-I doubt that.

A/N : Phew, that's long, it's cute tho, I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #the falcon and the winter solider #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you

[pynkgothicka]

Ａｌｌ Ａｂｏｕｔ Ｕｓ ＫＮＪ

Synopsis - You run away with your boyfriend, but the road life takes a toll on you and Namjoon.

a/n: I hate this but now I'm moving onto recs! Also the old guy is Pedro Pascal....

Tags/Warnings: GUN VIOLENCE, consensual sex, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, GASLIGHTING

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“You got everything ready?” You hopped in the car, your boyfriend in the drivers seat. It was late at night damn near 12 in the morning. But you had to leave, you couldn't take your mom's boyfriend anymore. He was practically suffocating you, and you weren't even related to him. And surprisingly Namjoon had wanted to leave after a big blow out with his family.

“I'm sick of this shit, we would be so happier if it was just us.” You has ranted on the phone earlier, holed up in your room.

“Who said it couldn't be?” Those words sealed you fate and so you packed a bag and decided to run away with him.

Snapping out of your trance of recollection of the days previous events“Yeah. Of course.” You said looking back at your house.

“Good, I'm gonna drive until I find a good place for us to crash.” Namjoon leaned in kissing on your forehead before pulling off. You found yourself looking back, but Namjoon had a firm grip on your thigh rubbing reassuringly.

A gust of cold air brushed over you, shivering slightly. You only had a backpack with all the things you could carry, and from that you pulled out a blanket. Spreading it over you, finally resting your hand on your boyfriend's. It was so intimate and you couldn't wish to be anywhere else.

“Are you sure you have everything figured out baby?” You asked letting out a yawn. His jaw clenched, but he have a small hum. “Okay… I just wanted to know.” You said sleep heavy on your eyes.

“Sleep baby. I'll wake you up when I've found something okay?”

“Mhmm… Nighty Night.” Namjoon chuckled humming one again.

🌄

When you woke up Namjoon was shaking you awake, his bag in hand. “Hmm?” You yawned out stretching the sleep from your bones.

“Wake up sleepy head. I got us a motel to crash at for the night.” He reached for your bag as well hoisting it over his shoulder. You nodded before getting up sleep evident in every movement. Joon smiled before reaching for your hand, leading you up to your shared room for the night. He pulled out a pair of keys and opened the door, a large bed and tv in the room. It was so well cleaned and you couldn't wait to finally get cleaned up, your body covered in a phantom layer of sweat.

“Okay, this is above motel average.” You laughed falling back on the bed. You looked up at the ceiling smiling once more. Joon dropped your bags next to the bad, and climbed on laying next to you, wrapping a firm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead, “Aw stop!” You giggle as he kisses your face all over.

“Nuh huh, say the magic words.”

“Please! Please!” You said laughing, your face covered in cherry chapstick. “I love you… Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“No, Thank you for agreeing to this. I didn't think you'd want to do this, but I'm happy you did.” He said giving a deep smile. You smiled back planting a small kiss on his lips. You got up going for your bag, Namjoon groaning out. “Noo, don’t go.” He whined.

“I have to! You dont want to cuddle with a dirty girlfriend. Go ahead and find something on TV for us to watch.” You grabbed a set of pajamas and underwear, heading to the bathroom. “I'll be right back baby.”

You closed the door and sat your clothes on the sink and looked the the mirror. Jesus you really needed to take a bath. But you went for your phone instead already seeing the long list of messages and calls from the day of travel.

Mom: Where are you??

Mom: This isn’t a joke, please come home!

Mom: Hes gone. I know you never liked him but hes gone, so come home. I need you please.

You began to tear up looking at the messages. Your mother never did anything wrong, it was all him. But you couldn't turn back now, Namjoon wanted to leave his family too. So why return to your life and leave him, what you knew for a fact the love of our life all, alone? So you placed the phone face down and began to undress, hoping the shower could wash away all your guilt.

🌄

“Fuck, take it. Fuckin take it.” Namjoons hips hit your chin, his cock buried in your throat. Drool pooled down your chin. You couldn't barely leave the shower before Namjoon was on you. “Shit I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum, take it!” He his slammed into your face one more time, his hand digging into your hair eagerly. Cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed It all. He pulled out, patting a spot on the bed for you to sit.

But you had other things in mind, going to his lap. And you pushed him back moving to kiss his lips. “You taste good with me on your tongue.” He mumbled against your lips.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“I love it.” He then thrusted his thick cock into your tight cunt. You both let out a loud moan and you began to raise your hips, riding him with vigor. He thrusted into you, meet you halfway. “I love this, I love you!”

“I love you too, so much baby.” You fell on him, his hips moving in a phantom motion. You could feel your orgasm build slowly and then feel that slowly work and and throwing your head back and came. Namjoon laughed and kept moving, chasing his own orgasm.

“I'm coming again baby!” He slammed your hips down shooting his load deep into you. You both fell together, breathing heavy. “That… that was amazing. Think about how often we can do this now…” Then you snapped back to the reality of it all. But you put on a front and smiled nodding as well.

If only he knew.

🌄

“Look at this baby.” Namjoon reached into one of his many stolen bags. Often you'd do this, just pull on the side of the road and rest for a minute.

He'd just stolen a bunch of stuff from some store and left you in the car. You barely kept track of what he's stolen. Your mind was elsewhere 24/7.

Due to being unstable financially on your own, the two of you turned to a life of crime. Nothing major on your behalf, usually just hiding stuff or sitting in the car, however it was all spurred on by Namjoon and his desire for more and better.

He held up a cute babydoll lingerie and put it up to your form. “Imagine this, we’re in a nice hotel and your doing a striptease for me, then,” He leaned into your ear smiling, “I fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” You slap at his shoulder, moving to look away from him.

The road was empty and bare, only desert surrounding the two of you. The view was gorgeous but more and more you craved the sense of stability, the view of the road making you nauseous at times. Often you stared into that deep abyss, craving that warmth of your own home.

“Joon?”

“What's wrong? I was just j-”

“Why can't we ever just settle? Get a job? Or even stay at a trusted relative?”

“Why would you want that? Don't you like it being just us?” He asked back putting the flimsy dress in the back.

“Namjoon, we steal everything. We're a bunch of thieves! We don't have to be that don't you see?” You start talking with ur hands, empathizing your point.

“Look at all this stuff, we would never have been able to afford this!” He yelled back. His lit up a cigarette, in which you hated.

“Joon baby. You never fucking smoke. You NEVER smoke. Your picking up bad habits, all because of this fucking life. Baby you can stay with me and my mom, I just want to go home.” You lowered your voice head in your hands.

“Bad habits? Bad habits?! We don't need your mom. You don't need her, you need me. You've been needing me, it's what's best for you. And all I care about is you and m-”

“Me!? What's best for me?! I miss my mom, do you realize what I left behind for this? For you?!” You yelled. “You know what I don't need this. I'm getting my OWN way back home no matter how long it takes.” You grabbed your bag leaving everything he stole.

You couldn't do this, you needed to get out of this.

“The fuck are you going?!” You heard the door slam open and shut but you kept walking speeding up. You heard his steps get closer and you kicked it into full throttle speeding up and trying to outrun your boyfriend.

You refuse to keep up with his crime based life.

“If you cared you'd take me home. So I'm fucking going. Good. Fuckin. Bye.” You turned around and you saw him dig in his pocket, picking up a gun. “SHIT! SHIT!” You yelled and began to hurry quickly.

You see a truck coming up on the road and you move to the middle of the road to try and flag down it's driver. The truck comes to a complete stop and you get in the trunk, and banged on the back window.

Namjoon had the hand gun and was ready to shoot the driver no matter what. “FUCK! Drive!!” You yelled, and the truck took off, with you in the trunk. A bullet hit the back window and you saw your boyfriend fade into nothingness.

🌄

You took a deep breath as the man stopped at a gas station. He walked from out of his car and towards the trunk holding out his hand to lift you up and out.

“So do you mind telling me what that was about?”

“Sir I'm so sorry, me and my boyfrie-” The man cut you off with a hand eyes going wide.

“Wait. Your that girl. Dear Lord your mommas worried sick about you. She's been all over the news asking for you. Don't worry imma bring you home.” He passed you five dollars, and you took looking confused. Yet relieved, he was such a generous man, bringing you to where you always wanted to go. “Go get yourself something to eat while I fill up my tank.”

“Thank you! Oh my God thank you so much!” You gave him a firm hug before running off into the station itself. You walked from aisle to aisle, finally seeing a bag of chips. You picked them up smiling before grabbing a soda, walking up to the front of the store. You handed the man your snacks, anxiously folding the money in your hands.

“Where the fuck is my girl?!” You knew that voice anywhere.

“I have no clue what your talking about.” They were so loud, more like Namjoon was loud. And that could only mean the worst.

“Don't fuckin play with me I'm gonna give you one last time. Where Is she?”

“I told you man, I-"

Your jumped up as a loud bang rung outside. The older guy looked too you and motioned you to get behind the counter in which you quickly obliged, ducking back covering your mouth.

You knew you couldn't get away from him.

He'd found you.

The door shot open the smell of cigarettes tainting the air. It was a smell that Namjoon had garnered over the course of running away. He smoked whenever he became stressed, a habit he just picked back up on.

“Sir I'm going to need you to go. Or I'll call the po-”

BANG!

The man collapsed down, eye blown out and brain exposed. You let out a silent gasp moving closer to the gate allowing you to escape from behind the counter.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Joon yelled, his breathing harsher. “All this bloodshed just because you don't wanna embrace what we got!” You crawled, avoiding Namjoon as he stood in the back of the store, slowly looking for you. You crawled more walking towards the exit Namjoon still in the back. You shot up and opened the door running back to the man's truck. His body laid, eye shot in. A sharp gasp was let out, but you had no time to think about that.

A gun shot whizzed past your head and you fucked ankle giving out. You tried to get back up and retain your balance but that was quickly thwarted as Namjoon shot again.

This time the bullet landing straight into your calf.

You screamed out falling to the ground completely, but with that little once of fight left you dragged your body along, front portion of your body getting scratched up in the process.

But you weren't fast enough as Namjoon grabbed your injured leg and flipped you to your back. He stood over you straching his head with the nozzle of his gun. “Now. I'm giving you two options. You either come with me, or you bleed out or have a fucking untreated infection. Which is it gonna be?”

“Fuck!! Fu, uckkk!! Go with you! I'll go with you!!” You sobbed out, your crey for help breaking and meshing with your cries. He smiled at you before grabbing you at your waist. He hauled you over his shoulder, your body going limp as you succumb to your wounds, darkness taking over your vision.

“Your getting so punished for this stunt.”

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #kim namjoon #yandere kim namjoon #yandere bts #Spotify

[togrowoldinv]

Lots of Chocolate

Chris Evans x Female Reader

When you have bad period cramps, Chris takes care of you

Note: This is based on this request. It’s very soft. Also, I certainly know that sometimes nothing can help cramps (booo), but for the sake of this story I used a few tactics that sometimes help. I hope you enjoy!

Chris Evans Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When you woke up this morning, you immediately could feel that it was going to be a bad day of cramps. Unfortunately, they always seem to be the worst on the days where you really need them to go away.

Still, you get up and get ready to meet your boyfriend Chris for a picnic lunch date. He got back to the city this morning and has been planning this day with you for a while. When you get to the park, Chris hugs you so tightly that it’s hard to breathe. But you don’t mind. You’ve missed him dearly.

“Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?” Chris asks you about halfway through the meal. He has a furrowed brow, and his tone sounds very concerned.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s nothing,” you reply. Chris moves closer to you. He sits behind you and wraps his strong arms around you. You settle between his legs and lean back into his chest.

“It’s not nothing. You can tell me what’s going on, baby,” he says softly. He rests his head over your shoulder and his beard brushes against your cheek.

“I’m just not feeling super well,” you say.

“I’m sorry, my love. Do you want to go home?”

“Oh, no that’s okay. You’ve been planning this for a while now. I’ll be okay. It’s just cramps,” you explain.

Chris hugs you from behind, dropping a kiss to your cheek, before he moves from behind you to start packaging the food back up.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“I have an idea. You trust me?” he asks with a wicked grin. You nod and he leans over and kisses your lips softly before continuing to clean up the picnic.

Once he is finished, he takes your hand and leads you to his car. He drives to the grocery and tells you to wait in the car. Chris emerges ten minutes later with multiple bags.

“What’s all this?” you ask him.

“My idea,” Chris replies. He starts the car and drives to your place. Chris hops out of the car and hustles to the other side to open your car door.

“Why thank you,” you say, and he smiles before kissing your cheek.

“Right this way, my lady,” he gestures for you to walk ahead. He grabs the grocery bags, and he follows you into your house.

You sit down on the couch and Chris goes into your kitchen. You still don’t know what he’s up to, but you’re grateful for the air conditioning and the soft place to sit.

“Alright, baby. I got some snacks,” Chris says as he comes into the room. “I was kind of winging it, but I got some chocolate, chocolate ice cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough.”

“That’s so sweet, Chris,” you say with a small pout at how cute he is. He sits down next to you on the couch. He leans in and kisses your pout away. “Lots of chocolate, huh?”

“Well, google did say chocolate helps with cramps,” Chris explains, and you laugh softly. He grins at you and wraps an arm around you.

“I’m sorry about our plans for the day,” you say.

“Hey, as long as I’m with you I’m happy, baby,” Chris says. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

And so, the two of you spend the rest of the day resting on the couch and eating the snacks Chris bought for you. It’s exactly what you needed to feel better.

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[harlowsbby]

hear me out 👀 for “in my head,” the reader is in a relationship with jack and the reader has a good version of him, although the readers family and friends were skeptical of him. by the end, the reader realizes their relationship’s flaws. i don’t know if that makes sense but it’s emotional.

Boy I invented you Part 1

You thought your relationship with Jack was sunshine and rainbows you loved Jack so much he was your other half the man of your dreams, but your family and friends didn’t like Jack they saw Jack for what he truly was but not you all you saw was the version of Jack you painted in your head.

You saw the version of Jack that you invented in your head sooner or later you had to wake up and see just how toxic and draining your relationship with him was.

“Jack! I made some breakfast this morning I know you’ll be busy at the studio all day.” You yelled from your spot from the kitchen, you had made Jack some homemade waffles, sausage and eggs and even some homemade orange juice.

“Girl you really think he’s going to even eat all that. I swear that man is so ungrateful.” Your friend Kourtney’s voice came through the phone, nobody in your friend group or your family liked Jack they said he wasn’t the man for you and didn’t treat you right at all, but you never paid them no mind you didn’t have time for the drama.

“Yes, he will, and he is grateful look Kourtney, I don’t need you opinion on Jack too it’s bad enough my family hates him.”

“Fine I’ll drop it.. just for today but I’ll see you later tonight alright I love you beautiful.”

“I love you too Kourtney and I’ll see you later.” For the past four months you’ve been planning a party for Jack just to celebrate all his achievements this year 2022 has been treating Jack right and you were beyond thrilled and proud of him.

You’ve put basically your whole entire life savings into planning this party the amount of money you’ve spent, and time and effort was something you can’t get back, so you only prayed he’d like everything.

Hearing footsteps upstairs you smiled hearing that Jack was finally awake, you quickly finished plating everything before tossing all the dirty dishes back inside the dishwasher.

“I’ll see you later Kourtney, I love you.”

“I love you too girly bye.”

You smiled seeing Jack strolling into the kitchen he smiled right back at you before pulling you in for a kiss.

“Good morning baby, it smells good in here.”

“Thank you I spent all morning making you some eggs, bacon and hash-browns I even got Maggie’s homemade waffle recipe for her.”

“That’s really sweet of you baby but I’m actually not going to have time to eat with you.”

You pulled away from his and gave him a confused look what did he mean he didn’t have time to eat breakfast with you, the breakfast that took you a good two hours to make, he just got back home from your where else did he have to go.

“Where are you going? You just got back from tour Jack where else do you need to go.” You weren’t understanding what he was saying and why he needed to leave.

“Baby you know I have to go see Nemo and Drama today for finishing touches on this song I’ve been working on with Bryson.”

“You’re working on a song with Bryson? How come you’re just now telling me. I can tag along with I haven’t seen you that much you know since you’ve been gone on tour.”

“It was sort of a last- minute type of thing baby but I’ll be back tonight okay!” You went to stop him, but Jack quickly kissed your cheek and hurried out the door.

“Well looks like it’s just breakfast for one huh Miles.” Your cat miles meowed his little orange tail flapping around as he went to eat his breakfast.

You just wished Urban was able to get him to the party in time tonight.

After you ate breakfast, you got everything cleaned up and organized, the party didn’t start until 7pm that night and it was currently 12pm so you had time for a little nap before you started getting ready.

After your nap you woke up and quickly jumped into the shower the entire time in the shower you just prayed that tonight was going to be a good night. You decided on an all-black dress that stopped just by your thighs paired with some black heels and the gold butterfly chain Jack gifted you for your birthday last year. 

When you arrived you were greeted by Kourtney who of course was bossing around the people decorating the bowling alley for the party. 

“Kourtney leave these people alone they did a great job it looks so good in here.” You smiled at the workers at looked at the room in awe it looked so amazing they had blue and white balloons everywhere along with a couple of banners and lots of other decor needed for a party they even had an ice sculpture made out of Jack’s face. 

“Have you called Urban? People are starting to arrive but not the man of the hour.” Kourtney asked you, pulling out your phone you sent Urban a texting asking if they were on the way before stuffing it back in your purse. 

“Y/N! It looks so good in here I think I might need to hire you to plan my birthday.” Neelam stated and you smiled before hugging her. 

“Neelam, I’m honestly surprised you made it Jack told me he’d be busy in the studio today finishing up his song with Bryson.” She took a sip of her margarita and gave you a confused look. 

“Jack has no song with Bryson coming out. At least not that I know of.” 

“He told me he’d be with Drama and You this afternoon to finish up the song so if he isn’t working on a song then what is he doing?” Just as you finished you sentence you got an incoming call from Urban. 

“Y/N uh I tried my best to get Jack to come but he said he’s kicking it with Nemo and the rest of the guys tonight but I’m still coming leave some of the pretzel dog bites for me.” You laughed slightly but the tears started forming in your eyes. 

Maybe everyone was right about Jack maybe he wasn’t the guy you thought he was or the guy you invented him to be. 

I mean sure Jack didn’t know you were planning him this celebration party but it still hurt that he blew you off because it’s all it seemed like he ever did lately. Before he left for tour you tried your best to spend as much time with him but he didn’t seem to care and since he came back from tour he was never home and he was home it was to sleep.

“Y/N are you okay babe? You want to leave.” Neelam coo’d at you and rubbed the side of your arms your lip started quivering and soon enough you busted into tears, you cried and cried your hands gripping the sides of Neelam’s arms.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Kourtney mouthed to Neelam who shook her head at him and rocked you back and forth.

“Let’s just go home babe and get you some much needed rest babe.” You sniffed and nodded and let Neelam led you out the bowling alley.

As if things couldn’t get any worse you got a message from Jack.

Baby 💗

- don’t wait up tonight baby I’ll be with the guys.

You sighed and angrily tossed your phone into your purse, on the car ride home you just looked out the window and couldn’t help but to think was Jack even worth it anymore was he worth the constant heartache.

Pulling your phone out you went to his contact and typed the three words you thought you’d never have to say.

Baby 💗

- Were done Jack.

Thank you @heavyhitterheaux for helping me with this one 🤍

( I probably won’t see notifications when this post cause I’ll be in Disneyland but I hope you all enjoy this piece I can’t wait to see what y’all all think of it 😌💗 )

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

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Three songs for three series, The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, underneath the snippet below:

During some time in The Omniscience Rule saga, Joaquin Cobalt finds himself at the mercy of Archibald Thanatos, the current Head of House Thanatos, of which the patriarch has a deal for the boy; face his untimely death or become his Count because the heirs of House Thanatos are shortly staffed. The irony here is that Joaquin is on the receiving end of being convinced to do or join something, with the exact same song he used no less.

"Right here, right now I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it You run with me and I can cut you free Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in So trade your typical for something colorful And if it's crazy, live a little crazy You can play it sensible, a king of conventional Or you can risk it all and see

Don't you wanna get away From the same old part you gotta play 'Cause I got what you need So come with me and take the ride It'll take you to the other side 'Cause you can do like you do Or you can do me Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly It'll take you to the other side."

"Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in Now I admire you, and that whole show you do You're onto something, really it's something."

...

"So go and do like you do I'm good to do like me Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key Oh damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine I don't need to see the other side."

I was listening to Camila Cabello's "Shameless" when I wrote the fight between Silva and her Bliss hallucination of a former opponent from the Apostles, Zhan Tiri, that will occur in Silva's Hope (it's not really her old foe, merely a manifestation an overexposure of untamed Bliss is projecting through Silva's own psyche/trauma), which I showed in this snippet post here.

"Don't speak, no, don't try It's been a secret for the longest time Don't run, huh, no don't hide Been running from it for the longest time

So many mornings, I woke up confused In my dreams, I do anything I want to you My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind

Right now, I'm shameless Screaming my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to Show me your shameless Write it on my neck, why don't ya? And I won't erase it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to

No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now."

And here's a song for The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones, focusing on Corvus Targaryen's relationship with his sister, Rhaenyra, their friend Alicent Hightower, his uncle who he despises, his cousin Caecilius "Cecil" Royce, as well as the rest of his family and friends (Viserys, Laenor, Laena, Rhaenyra and Alicent's children, and Otto when the older man is tolerable), as he tries to make sense of the tragedy in the making while out on a ride on his dragon Stormreign (and later Maleficent), as well as resist against the Court King squats rent free in his head.

"If you're not the one for me Then how come I can bring you to your knees? If you're not the one for me Why do I hate the idea of being free?

And if I'm not the one for you You've got to stop holding me the way you do Oh honey, if I'm not the one for you Why have we been through what we have been through?

It's so cold out here In your wilderness I want you to be my keeper But not if you are so reckless

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh Say that our love ain't water under the bridge

What are you waiting for? You never seem to make it through the door And who are you hiding from? It ain't no life to live, like you're on the run Have I ever asked for much? The only thing that I want is your love

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh Say that our love ain't water under the bridge."

#music monday #the untitledverse #the omniscience rule saga #oc: joaquin cobalt #oc: archibald “archie” thanatos #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #wip: silva's hope #oc: silva omar #zhan tiri #life despair & monsters #house of the dragon #wip: the thorned crown of iron thrones #oc: corvus targaryen

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.11

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Changlix | mention of OT8)

Word Count: 6561

Summary: Staying together for the night, Minho and Chan have trouble fighting against what they both long for deep down. Making out in the kitchen, they get caught by Felix, who isn't very amused. Both Chan and Minho try and figure out how things will develop from here on.

Warnings/Tags: cuddles, fluff, angst, yearning (?)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it😊

Chp. 10 | Chp. 12

Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started I don't even have to stay, but if I woke up with you in the morning I'd forget all the ways that we're broken Stay ~ Gracie Abrams

They stayed in each other's arms for a very long time, not talking much but simply holding on for dear life. Minho was mindlessly rubbing Chan's back as Chan played with his hair. Minho pulled back first, reaching for the tissues on his nightstand, and handed Chan some as well. 

They both blew their nose and wiped their cheeks before Minho slowly slipped from his lap. "We should probably go and warm up that stupid tea," he said raspily. 

"Probably," Chan nodded, getting up as well. 

Minho grabbed his cup, took Chan's hand, and walked downstairs with him. They put their cups into the microwave, and Chan leaned against the counter whilst Minho leaned against the kitchen island opposite of him. Somehow, their hands found each other again, and their bodies seemed to inch closer as they lost each other in their eyes.

"Min, we shouldn't -," Chan started, already leaning forward. 

"We really shouldn't," Minho agreed, not resisting the invisible pull that’s guiding him towards the man. 

Chan's lips brushed against Minho's before he knew it. "Tell me to stop," he whispered. 

"I don't want to," Minho whispered back right before their lips crashed against each other. Minho's hand sank into Chan's curls, pulling him in deeper. Chan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close against his body, kissing him heavily. Their kisses grew passionate, and Minho stumbled back, reaching for the kitchen island to brace himself. Chan pressed him up against it and moaned softly as Minho reached down to squeeze his ass. The microwave interrupted them, and Minho pulled back with a groan, slipping from his arms to turn it off. Chan stepped behind him, pulled him flush against his body, and kissed the back of his neck. "Fuck," Minho whispered and reached back, tangling his hand in his hair. He pressed back against him as Chan's hand slipped beneath his shirt. 

"Please tell me to stop," Chan mumbled between the light kisses he placed on his neck. 

"Don't stop, please just don’t stop," Minho told him, and his eyes fluttered close as Chan's full lips traveled over his skin. He smiled softly and rested his unoccupied hand on Chan's arm that was wrapped around his waist. A low moan fell from his lips as Chan bit down gently below his ear. Minho felt the familiar rush take over his body and moved without thinking, pressing himself closer. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and they backed away from each other as if touched by fire. "Felix," Minho breathed out in shock. 

"You two are fucking ridiculous," Felix said, glaring at them from the stairs. "You've been destroying the whole team spirit for weeks now, making everyone walk on eggshells around you two. We've all been taking care of you because you felt like shit, and now you're making out in the kitchen in the middle of the night?!" 

"Felix, lower your voice. The others are sleeping," Chan told him. 

"You shut up," he gave back, and Chan raised his eyebrows at him. "What's that about, huh? Do you just think sex will fix this? That's what got you into this mess in the beginning," he crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

"That's not what's happening her-," Minho tried gently. 

"Sure looks like it," he scoffed before looking at Chan. "You're trying to get your toy back for another round?" he asked, and Chan's face fell in shock.

“Felix!” Chan protested, seeing Minho’s eyes begin to tear up at his hurtful words.

“And you're too stupid to believe it's going to be anything beyond that?" he asked Minho, who had been quiet and grown pale. 

“I-,” Minho spoke up quietly and shut his mouth seeing Felix shake his head.

"Seriously, you two are -." 

"Felix, that's enough," Changbin said, appearing behind him. "You don't know what happened before, you don't even know if they talked or not."

"Oh, so you're supporting the shit they're putting everyone through now?" Felix huffed at him, clearly upset. 

"Lix, that's not what I said," Changbin sighed and took his hand. "It's not your decision to make then fix whatever they got going on. Now come on, you’re not making things better by hurting their feelings either." 

"I really thought you were smarter than this," Felix told Minho before stomping up the stairs. 

"There are people trying to sleep in this house!" Changbin said frustratedly and rolled his eyes at him before looking down at his hyungs. "He's drunk; he didn't mean it," he sighed softly. "Just…fix whatever this is soon, alright?" he asked them, and they nodded gently. 

Minho nervously fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweater and turned toward the microwave. He opened it shakily and took out their cups. "Am I?" he asked timidly. 

“What?” Chan asked, still in shock about Felix’s outburst.

“A toy? To let off steam when you feel like it?" Minho asked, hand shaking as he put down Chan’s cup on the table.

"I never said anything like that, Min, and I never would," he told him. "That's not how I see you."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, okay, sorry." 

"It's okay," he said gently. 

"I uhm…we should probably get some sleep now and then talk again tomorrow," he said. 

"Yeah," Chan nodded and carefully reached out for him. 

Minho let him cup his cheek and leaned into his touch. "I want to believe in this, Channie. I just need time." 

"Yeah, me too," he nodded gently, and Minho turned, kissing his palm. 

"You're still welcome to stay for tonight. Then we'll take some time to think," Minho told him, and Chan nodded, agreeing. 

"I wouldn't mind the company tonight, to be honest," he admitted, and Minho nodded understandingly. 

Not much later, they were sitting opposite each other on the window sill, both sipping their tea and sharing the cookies Minho had brought earlier. They both were wrapped up in a blanket and stared outside, watching the city lights and stars illuminate the night sky. Minho glanced at him, and his breath stopped for a moment. Chan's eyes looked dreamy with the lights reflecting in them. His curls framed his face effortlessly, and his full lips shimmered from the tea. His long lashes threw their shadows on his cheeks, and Minho realized once more why he fell for him in the first place. 

Chan felt his eyes resting on him and slowly turned his head, giving him enough time to look away. He didn't. Their eyes met, and Chan searched them observantly, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. "Thank you," he said softly. 

"For what exactly?" Minho asked and tilted his head at him. 

"For not pushing me away tonight," Chan told him. "I…I really needed you, if that makes any sense." 

Minho looked at him quietly before nodding slowly. "I figured. You usually come to find me when you're feeling unwell." 

Chan nodded and smiled sadly. "I always did." 

"Mhm, you still do, apparently," he hummed. 

"Can you promise me something?" Chan asked. 

"Depends," Minho told him with a sad smile. 

"I want you to come and find me when you're feeling like shit, too, no matter what," Chan told him. 

Minho contorted his face for a second. "What if you're the reason?" 

"Especially then," he told him quietly. "Especially when I'm the one that hurt you." 

"What's that supposed to be good for, huh?" he asked gently. "You'd be punishing yourself seeing that you upset me." Chan's eyes flickered with guilt, and Minho fondly rolled his eyes. "I know you better than you think, dear." 

Chan put aside his empty cup and sighed. "I mean it, though, please let me take care of you when you need it."

"Okay," he nodded, gently squeezing his hand. "Promise." 

Chan looked down at their hands and saw that Minho had started picking his nails again. His eyes wandered up, taking in his appearance, and suddenly, he noticed how exhausted Minho looked. His hair was a bit of a mess, his face seemed slimmer, and his lower lip was dry, full of bite marks. "How are you doing, seriously?" 

"Pretty shitty," he chuckled weakly and mindlessly fondled Chan's knuckles. 

"How's your knee?" he asked gently, and Minho pressed his lips together tightly, avoiding his eyes for a moment. Chan knew the worst thing for Minho was him being injured and unable to dance properly. "Hyunjin says you haven't been resting much lately." 

"Traitor, I think he misses me feeding him tissues," Minho huffed before closing his eyes. "Gosh, I'm actually awful." 

"Stop that," Chan shook his head. 

Minho stared at him as if he wanted to remind him it hadn't been that long since he uttered those same words. He shifted a little before rolling his eyes at himself and swallowing his pride. "My knee's completely fucked. I'll have to take a break from dancing for real after our performance in a few days. Everything's fucked up right now. My sleep schedule, my eating habits, my confidence…I haven't talked to mum in two weeks either." Chan listened attentively and looked at him with a mixture of guilt and compassion. "Don't blame yourself for that. The injury is messing with me, our fight was just the cherry on top." 

"I'm sure your mum misses hearing from you," he told him gently. 

"Probably. I'm just scared I'll get emotional. I usually do with her," he confessed and subconsciously rubbed his injured knee. "She spammed me with messages once that interview went live online." 

"Did you answer?" he asked. 

"Told her I'm fine and some shit about being sleep-deprived and sick. She didn't buy it, but she never does," he shrugged. "Have you talked to your family lately?" 

Chan shook his head. "I still haven't told them about that night I wanted to quit. To be honest, I'm afraid I might slip up. Especially after tonight." 

"Why don't you tell them?" he asked. "I'm sure they'll understand." 

"My sister would hate me," he shook his head. 

"She'd snap at you because she's worried," he reminded him. He knew her quite well by now. 

"I know my mum won't stop worrying about me once I tell her," he tried. 

"You think we don't?" he asked softly. "You scared me tonight. I can only imagine how the others are feeling." 

Chan nodded understanding. "I'm sorry, Min. I promise you, I'm working on it." 

"I know you are," he nodded and squeezed his hand before letting go of it again. He shifted a little, adjusting the position of his legs to relieve some of the tension on his knee. Minho felt a little sick from eating those cookies before but chose to ignore it. He glanced at Chan, who shivered a little, growing cold as he got sleepy. Minho gently patted the space between his legs and signaled him to come over. 

Chan scooted over, leaning against him and smiling softly as Minho wrapped his arms around him. He looked down as Minho intertwined their hands on his stomach and closed his eyes as he planted a tiny kiss on his hair. After a while, Chan cuddled a little closer, feeling like he'd be asleep soon.

Minho noticed and softly rubbed his arms. "Let's get to bed?" 

"Mhm, okay," he mumbled and got up sleepily.

Minho pulled him with him, knowing Chan's brain wasn't functioning once he got ready to fall asleep. He made sure Chan was comfortable and gently played with his hair as he drifted off to sleep. Minho looked at him as he was sleeping and felt tears burning in his eyes. Why couldn't he just erase all the bullshit and get this back? This feeling of safety and trust between them. The feeling like the other one was the only one who truly got them and loved them with all their flaws. He buried his face in his curls and smiled sadly as Chan cuddled closer in his sleep. God, he missed him like hell.

-

The next morning, when Minho woke up, Chan was already gone. He sighed softly and sat up, noticing that Chan had taken their cups and trash with him and folded his blanket. As if he actually hadn't been here last night. Someone knocked at his door, and he tiredly rubbed his face. "Yes?" He spoke groggily and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, surprised as Felix appeared in his sight, nervously playing with his hands. 

"Hey," he said gently. 

"Hey," he gave back before sighing softly and patting the mattress. 

Felix sat down and contorted his face. It was obvious he was apologetic, but didn’t know where to begin. "I was drunk last night. I wasn't thinking before I spoke." 

"Mhm, is that a new habit here? People not thinking before saying mean shit to my face?" he asked quietly, and Felix lowered his gaze guiltily. "Don't get me wrong, I know you mean well. But what you said hurt my feelings." 

Felix nodded and chewed on his lower lip. "I'm really sorry for what I said. You're not stupid, and you're not just Chan's toy. I know that he cares about you a lot. You mean even more to him than any of us can imagine," he told him nervously. "It's just…I'm worried about the two of you. You're both a shadow of yourselves, and I -." 

"I know it looked weird last night," he sighed softly and patted Felix's knee calmingly. "And I know we've been acting awful lately, so obviously this pisses you off. Sober or not." 

"Changbinnie told me about what you told him in the kitchen before. Is he okay?" Felix asked timidly. 

Minho shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I'm in the position to know if he's truly okay."

"Are you?" he asked gently. 

"No," he shook his head. "Not at all. Everything's fucked up, and my mixed feelings for Chan are only a part of it. I hurt him, he hurt me, but we both apparently still have some sort of feelings," he explained and rolled his eyes at himself. "I'm trying, Felix, I swear I am. We both agreed on being there for each other, but also agreed to giving each other some space to figure it out." 

"Okay," he nodded gently and offered him a hug, which he took. "I just don't want you to get hurt again." 

Minho squeezed him softly. "Don't be too hard on him, alright? He's been having a shit time and really misses his little brother." He glanced over at his desk. The letter. "You know there's a letter with your name on it." 

Felix frowned softly and got up, searching for the envelope. "What's that all about?" 

"Chan told me he wrote a letter about each of you that he wanted to give you when one of you is in a crisis or has a massive fight with him. They were functioning as his goodbye letters later," he said, smiling sadly. "Yesterday, he said I can give you yours." 

Felix looked at him, surprised, before taking it. "Should I read it now?" 

"You probably want some privacy for that," he told him gently. "We'll talk later?" 

"Okay," he nodded before leaving. 

-

Chan tiredly rubbed his neck and cracked his hurting back as he walked back downstairs. He had been to the gym with Changbin and Jisung in the morning, filling them in about last night since they both somehow were part of it. They both seemed relieved to hear that he and Minho were talking and wanted to work things out. It was also nice to have someone to talk about how he was coping with all the mess. 

After his shower, he felt like making breakfast, knowing that soon enough, everyone else should be awake. He prepared everything he'd need and was ready to get to work. Footsteps descending towards the kitchen from the stairway caught his attention. His heart stopped seeing Felix come into view, who seemed to be sobbing quietly. "Felix, mate?" he called out hesitantly. Felix came right over and hugged him tightly, burying his face in his chest. Chan immediately wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked gently, surprised that Felix came to him after their exchange yesterday. 

"I'm sorry," Felix whimpered. 

Chan shook his head and held him tighter. "No, seriously, don't be. It's okay, I know I've been a lot."

Felix pulled back and took something from the pocket of his sweater. "Min gave me this." 

Chan took the pieces of paper and recognized his own handwriting. "Oh," he nodded weakly and timidly searched his eyes. So Minho made that decision for him. 

Felix was back in his arms before he knew it. "I really love you, Channie." 

Chan relaxed and hugged back lovingly. "I love you too, sunshine," he said softly. "I'm really sorry for all the things I said, that wasn't fair. I know how much Min means to you and that you’re just trying to help." 

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," he told him. "I really hope you two can work things out. You deserve to be happy, and we’ve all seen how happy you were together." 

Chan buried his face in his hair for a moment. "Thank you," he whispered honestly. "We're trying our best." 

"I know," he told him and squeezed him tight. "That letter was really sweet." 

Chan laughed weakly. "Told you I wouldn't leave you behind, didn't I?" Chan looked up as Minho came down the stairs and mouthed a silent 'thank you'. Minho simply nodded with a small smile, knowing he did the right thing. 

Soon, they all gathered downstairs for breakfast, and Minho watched them fondly as he tied his shoes. He grabbed his jacket and pulled up the zipper. 

"Aren't you having breakfast with us, hyung?" Seungmin frowned softly. 

"Uhm, I have to go on my daily walk. It's fine, I'll eat later," he said and didn't dare to look at Chan, Felix, and Jisung, who all looked at him worriedly. 

"Are you sure?" Jeongin asked. 

"Very sure," he nodded quickly and went outside. 

Chan bit back a sigh and exchanged a look with Felix. "Is he eating at all?" he asked quietly. 

"Not really," Jisung shook his head. "It's bad, Chan." 

"He told me his sleeping and eating habits are fucked up," he nodded and chewed on his lower lip. "And you haven’t been able to get through to him, huh?" 

"I've tried, mate, but he's stubborn," Felix sighed. 

-

Minho returned later when they were all done and exhaled, relieved as the house didn't smell like food anymore. He kicked his shoes off and rubbed his face tiredly. Minho sat down on the closest chair heavily and held his pulsing knee, contorting his face in pain. He didn't dare to look at it, knowing it was bad. The pain didn't help his overall sickness, and he blinked a little, feeling dizzy. He looked up as someone put a glass of juice on the table in front of him. 

"You look like you could use some sugar," Chan simply said and patted his shoulder, walking past him. 

"Chan?" he spoke up and turned in his chair. "I hope I didn't overstep your boundaries by giving Felix his letter."

Chan shook his head. "I would've given it to him soon anyway."

"Okay," he nodded gently. 

"Try and eat a little today, okay?" he asked gently. 

"Okay," he nodded, stomach sinking as he knew he probably wouldn't. 

-

Chan turned in his chair, a little bored, as Jisung and Changbin were writing some lyrics at the table behind him. It had been three days since he and Minho agreed to give each other space, and things had grown a little calmer when they were in the same room. Minho still wasn't joining them for dinner or breakfast, and Chan decided not to push him. They had decided together to stop practicing that new dance at the moment since it wasn't really good for his injured knee. He sighed softly and glanced up as the door to the studio opened. 

Minho came over and stopped in front of his desk, putting down two pages of paper and a small recording device. "I wrote something, the rough melody is on there. Can you work some magic and turn this into something?" 

"Uh, sure thing," Chan nodded and took the paper; looking down, he recognized Minho's handwriting. 

"Can I record this soon?" he asked, and Chan blinked at him. "I know we have no intention of publishing solo songs at the moment, but just keep it stored away until then." 

"Then what's the rush with recording?" he asked gently, trying to ignore the curious looks of their friends.

"My mood fits the song right now," he simply said, shoving his hands into his pocket. "So?" 

"Yeah, okay, sure. I'll let you know when I'm done mixing, you can record it tomorrow." 

"Great," Minho nodded before leaving again. 

As soon as the door closed, Jisung ripped the paper from Chan's hands and read through the lyrics. His heart grew heavy, and he scratched his neck awkwardly, showing it to Changbin. 

"What?" Chan asked, confused. 

"You really turned him into a poet by breaking his heart, congrats," Changbin said dryly, not even protesting as Jisung hit him. 

“Don’t say that,” he told him with wide eyes.

Chan took the paper back and read through it. He stared at them after he was done and gently put them down on the table before getting up and leaving the room. He jogged down the hallway, spotting Minho in front of the elevator. "Minho, wait." 

Minho looked up, surprised. "Why?" 

"It's your song. You should be in there finding the right music for it," he told him. 

"Since when?" he asked, slight irritation in his tone. Chan knew he wasn’t the best when it came to producing and mixing.

"Since this is clearly about us, and I wouldn't feel comfortable setting the tone for it all by myself," Chan said, and Minho's face fell. "I think it'll be great, but it should be your work." 

Minho cleared his throat and gently adjusted his sleeves. "Are you sure?" 

"Very sure," he nodded. 

They stared at each other for a long moment before Minho nodded gently. "Okay then." 

Jisung and Changbin glanced at them as they returned and got comfortable at Chan's desk. 

"It's beautiful, hyung," Jisung spoke up. 

"No, it's a sad mess," he gave back and rolled his eyes at himself. "Just like myself," he added quietly, but they all heard. 

"We love a good mess," Changbin said, and Minho snorted. 

"You sure do when it's named Felix," he said, and Changbin's jaw dropped as Jisung started laughing loudly.

Chan glanced at Minho, amused, who had turned around in his chair, grinning at Changbin. "Sorry, I'm tired." 

"That was a good one, I'll give you that," Changbin chuckled. 

Minho and Chan got to work and soon enough, they had created a wonderful melody. Minho was feeling the music and seemed motivated to work, which Chan silently took note of. "Do you want to record it now?" Chan asked, testing the waters. 

"Sure, why not," he nodded and got into the recording booth. Minho warmed up his vocal cords for a few moments before putting on the headphones and reading through it once more. 

Jisung's jaw dropped as he started singing softly and reaching higher notes as he went on. Changbin stopped working on his lyrics and watched Minho sing his heart out. They both glanced at Chan, who was watching Minho with a suspicious shimmer in his eyes and a sad, but proud, small smile. He let him go on, seeing his raw emotion go into his passion for music. Chan was amazed, to say the least. 

"Fuck, he's good," Jisung nodded stunned. 

Once Minho was done with all the different sections, everyone was quiet for a moment, and he hesitantly took off his headphones, looking at their shocked faces. He stepped outside of the booth and frowned. "That bad, huh?" His doubts already jading his mind based on their reactions.  

"Quite the opposite, mate," Changbin told him, and Minho visibly relaxed. "Your voice has gotten stronger." 

"Thank you," he smiled gently. 

"This is going to sound amazing," Jisung nodded eagerly. "But I have a question: why the hell didn’t you finish the song? Clearly, there’s another verse and chorus missing from it." 

Minho gave him a thoughtful look. "Because maybe it isn't the end yet," he said and met Chan's eyes, spotting the tears in them. He visibly swallowed and put aside the headphones. "Can I hear it?" 

Chan cleared his throat before nodding and pressing play. They all listened quietly as the recording played and began to envision the final product. Minho nodded once it was over, satisfied with the result. Chan spoke up, "What do you want to call it?" 

"A slap back into reality. All the times he broke my heart," Minho suggested, clearly joking, and Chan stared at him until Jisung and Changbin started giggling. "Nevermind, just call it Limbo or something like that." 

"Okay," Chan nodded and saved the song under the title. 

"Great, that's it for me then. Don't stay up too long," he said, walking to the door. 

"Minho," Chan stopped him, and the younger one turned back. "You did well," he complimented him gently. 

"Thanks, Chan," he nodded softly before leaving. 

"Let me hear it again?" Jisung asked. 

"I'm gonna go get some coffee, have at it," Chan told him, unsure if he could listen to it again without feeling the true weight of them. Those lyrics and Minho's beautiful voice hit too close to home. He closed the door to his studio and took a deep breath, slowly walking toward the awaiting coffee machine. 

"Chan hyung, wait," Jisung suddenly called out and caught up with him quickly. "Are you okay?" he asked very gently. 

Chan pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. "No," he whispered.

Jisung flashed him a compassionate smile. "Cuddles?" he offered, opening his arms for him. 

Chan laughed weakly, a single tear dropping down his cheek. "I miss him," he admitted and let his friend pull him into a tight hug. 

"He misses you too, Channie," Jisung assured him. After all, he knew just how much Minho loves Chan. 

"You think so?" Chan asked, burying his face in his shoulder. 

He gently rubbed his back, humming agreeingly. "I know so. I know he's not easy to talk to at the moment but that's because he's hurt and caught up in his own insecurities. When he snaps at you or is vulnerable around you, he means well. You mean the world to him but he’s in his head right now. He wants to fix this. He's just so deep in his own mess that it gets hard to focus on the noise." He sighed softly and leaned his head against Chan's. "Taking care of you a few nights ago and that song are proof enough that he hasn't given up on you yet. Just try to stay calm the next time his emotions get the better of him. He needs you to hold his hand on the way out of this mess. He just doesn't know it yet."

"Thanks, Hannie," Chan whispered and squeezed him tight. 

-

They were currently practicing for their performance in a few days, and Minho's patience was very thin today. It didn't bother him that they made mistakes. He was in massive pain; his whole body screamed at him to take a break, and he longed to finally be done with this. "Felix, please," he groaned softly, and his friend looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Sorry," he quickly apologized and tried to focus really hard. 

"Jeongin, for fucks sake, not again," Minho said only moments later as he messed up the same step for the fifth time.

"I'm sorry, hyung, I'll do better," their maknae apologized timidly. 

"Minho, how about we all take a break? Just to give everyone a chance to breathe and get centered. We can continue in a moment," Chan proposed from the back of the room, seeing the stress lacing his whole body. Minho met his eyes through the mirror, not responding but simply staring at him. "Be back in ten minutes everyone, okay?" he told the rest, watching Minho worriedly as the younger one huffed, clearly frustrated. He took a deep breathe and walked over to him. "Min." 

"What?!" he snapped. "You got your break, I didn't disagree. What do you want?" 

Chan searched his eyes. "You look like shit." 

"Great, another thing I can add to the list of insulting things you've said to me in the last few weeks," Minho nodded, pressing his lips together tightly. 

"What I mean is you're clearly not up for this. Take a fucking break for once and let me handle this," he sighed. 

"You keep messing the steps up yourself, Chan. How's that supposed to work?" Minho asked defensively. "If you want this to work on live TV in a few days, you have to let me fix it now." 

"No one here has to be fixed, Min. It's a dance like any other. We'll be fine," he said patiently and hesitantly brushed his fingertips over the back of Minho's hand. 

Minho closed his eyes and shook his head. "Don't do that," he whispered. 

"Why?" Chan asked. "Because it's comforting? Because it calms you down?" 

"Because it hurts," he told him and opened his eyes again. "It shows me what I can't have right now." 

"Hey, we're a team, okay? We're leading these kids together, so would you take my hand for once when I offer it?" he asked. "There's no other intention behind it." 

After slight contemplation, Minho's hand found his grasp seconds later. "I'm so fucking tired, Chan," he whispered so only he could hear. "I can't do this." 

"I know," he nodded and gently squeezed his hand. "I'm here, you don't have to do this on your own." 

"Two more times, okay? Then I'll give up for today," he sighed, and Chan nodded. 

"Okay." 

They got back to work after that, and everyone seemed so anxious to mess up and upset Minho that it only led to more mistakes. Minho tried to stay calm, knowing it wasn't their fault he was being hard on them. He just needed to be more patient. 

Minho moved to the front, realizing too late that Seungmin had once again moved to the wrong side. Minho stumbled over his foot and crashed down on the floor, barely catching himself on his hands. His injured knee hit the floor full force, and he retched at the impact, the pain shooting through his body instantly. Minho slammed his hand onto the floor "Fuck!" he shouted and tried to get up, whimpering at the pain slowly taking over his body. Hot tears shot to his eyes, and he barely noticed Seungmin apologizing anxiously. He buried his face in his arm with a low groan, wishing nothing more than to disappear. He coughed softly and tried not to throw up on the floor. 

Chan's heart raced as he sat down beside him, quietly telling the others to give them the room and calling it quits for the day. He soothingly rubbed his lower back and leaned down to him. "Min?" he asked softly, and Minho only whimpered in response. "Hey," he tried gently as Minho's body shook with a violent sob and pulled him up against his own body. 

Minho buried his face in his chest and broke down. "It hurts," he sobbed, not daring to touch his knee. "I-I told him s-so often," he rambled on, voice completely broken up. "Ch-Channie, what d-did I do wrong?" he hiccuped, and Chan's heart broke at the helpless sound of his name. 

"You did nothing wrong, Minho," he assured him anxiously and rubbed his back. "He didn't mean to, it was just an accident." 

"I know he didn't mean to," Minho protested, gripping Chan's shirt. "How am I supposed to help them wh-when I can't even do it pro-perly myself?" 

"Stop pushing yourself past your limits. You're injured, and you should be resting. You're working harder than all of us, that's not right," he tried to reason with him gently. "I know you're our lead dancer, and I know how you hate not being able to move the way you did before. But you need to take a step back to heal. If you keep pushing, you'll hurt yourself worse and may never be able to dance again." 

"I can't," he shook his head and tiredly rubbed his face. 

"Why not?" he asked reluctantly. 

Minho sniffled softly and tried to collect himself again. "I have to stay strong for the rest of the team." 

"Minho," he scolded him softly. "You can't be serious. Showing them it's okay to work your mind and body through pain doesn't teach them anything good." 

"I hate you," he breathed out, and Chan's hold on him loosened. Suddenly, the air became still, harsh. 

"What?" he asked quietly. 

"How can you expect me to take care of myself and love myself when you gave up on me in the first place?" he asked. 

"I never gave up on you," he said, slowly growing irritated from his words. 

"Admit it, I wasn't enough. I was getting bitter because of my injury. I was too caught up in my head to support you the way I should have been when you were struggling. That's why you said all those things," Minho said, observing his eyes for signs of hesitation. Although deep down, he didn’t want anything he was saying to be true. But he had to know. "Fucking admit it and make it easier for me to blame myself." 

"Minho," Chan said firmly as he slipped from his lap, whimpering at the movement. 

Minho stared at him with a mixture of pure desperation and sadness. His mind was racing and he was speaking before thinking. "Sometimes I wish you cheated." 

"Excuse me?" he asked, shocked. Minho’s emotions were surging through his body. It was clear, in this moment, he didn’t know where to place his anger.

"It would give me a reason to hate you instead of hating myself so much," he said darkly, and Chan's face fell. "You really fucked me up, Chan, I don't know what to believe in anymore." 

Chan stared at him blankly, his heart sinking at the darkness clouding his face. "I don't think we should continue this conversation right now," he said, trying to stay calm and take Jisung's words to heart. 

"Why?" he laughed weakly. "Afraid the truth will slip out again?" 

"Will you shut up?" he asked angrily. "We've been here before. I thought we were moving on from this." 

"Easy for you to say. You’re the one causing all the damage," he scoffed. 

"Now you're just being an asshole," he gave right back. "You're not exactly innocent, Minho, and a few days ago, you seemed to know that as well." 

"Huh, is asshole your new term of endearment for me?" he asked sarcastically. "I know I'm not innocent, but all I did was tell the truth. That's the fucking difference here." 

Chan stared at him before getting up. "If you want to continue to be this way, I'll leave. I stayed to help you out because you were clearly in pain. I didn't stay to start a fight and make things worse."

Minho rolled his eyes. "Leaving again, great." 

Chan crouched down in front of him, and that's when it hit him. His nose locked in to a lingering scent on Minho. Alcohol. "Maybe this wasn't even Seungmin's mistake to begin with." 

"What are you talking about now?" he asked harshly. 

"I told you no drinking during the day," he said firmly. "You know the rules, Minho." 

"Seriously?" he laughed. "It takes a lot more than what I had to get drunk." 

"Have you eaten today? Or yesterday?" he asked, and guilt flickered in Minho's eyes. “You don’t have any substance filling your body, so you’re going to get drunk faster. Enough is enough, Minho." 

"Fuck you," Minho pressed out, eyes clouded with hurt, but his heart squeezed. 

"Fuck you yourself," Chan gave back quietly. "Get yourself together and stop messing with the younger ones." 

"They've fucked up. That has nothing to do with me," he defended himself. 

"There was a time they came to you because you're patient and understanding. You help them instead of making them feel like shit," he told him. 

"There was a time a certain someone didn't break my heart, yes, and I still had the energy to do so," is all he could answer to that. They stared at each other for a very long moment, and neither of them knew what to say. Until Minho gave up and closed his eyes in defeat. This was stupid. "I'm sorry," he whispered, remorse filling his body. "I'm in pain and very frustrated right now. This has nothing to do with you." 

"Doesn't everything lately?" he asked, almost sounding sorry. 

Minho pressed their foreheads together and very hesitantly brushed his fingers over Chan's cheek. "This is wrong, Channie. We are wrong." 

"Don't say that," Chan whispered and cupped his face. If he could pull him any closer, he would in a heartbeat just to feel his warmth. 

"This has gotten toxic, and you know it," he said tiredly. 

"It doesn't have to be. We had something really good, Min. We can get that back," Chan told him. 

"Will it ever be the same?" Minho asked quietly. 

"Can't it be better?" Chan asked. “We can make this so beautiful between us, with a real second chance to do better.”

"I really want it to be," Minho whispered. 

"Me too," Chan assured him and traced the features of his face with his fingertips. "Min, I lo-." 

Minho covered his mouth with his hand with wide eyes. "Don't you dare." 

"Sorry," he mumbled against his hand before grabbing his wrist and turning his hand a little, planting soft kisses on his palm. A tiny kiss on his wrist followed before he leaned in, cupping his face again. Sincerity blanketed his expression as he maintained eye contact briefly.

"You know, a kiss doesn’t fix everything," he told him, timidly searching his eyes. 

"Maybe not everything," he nodded agreeingly before crashing his lips onto Minho's. Minho gripped his shirt and kissed back fiercely. They held onto each other desperately, chasing each other's lips out of hunger. Chan could taste the alcohol as they kissed and moaned as Minho pushed his tongue into his mouth. "Baby," he moaned softly. 

"Channie," Minho moaned against his lips before pulling back to catch his breath. 

"This is a bad idea," Chan said quietly. 

"I know," Minho nodded sadly. 

"We have to stop doing that," he breathed out, but unable to tear his gaze away from Minho's already swollen lips. 

"Then stop looking at me like that," he whispered, slightly pleading. 

"Sorry," he whispered. 

"You say that a lot lately," Minho smiled sadly. 

"I feel it a lot more lately," he smiled back, reflecting the sadness in his lover’s features. 

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[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

#you know when i saw your message first thing in the morning my immediate thought was #''ok nothing that happens today can top this like. my day is ALREADY made and i only just woke up'' #your message set the bar very very high for me tbh #but then in the afternoon my crush unexpectedly called me after we barely talked the past 3 or so months and we spent 1.5h on the phone #and well i'm really sorry but THAT was the actual no.1 highlight of my day yesterday dfjkkjdfkfdg #i swear your message is a close second tho!!! 😂😂 #asks #anon #joong archen #adrm #no but every time someone tells me i turned them into a joong fan/dunk fan/joongdunk fan i get such a rush of satisfaction lmao #i'm desperately waiting for summer night #i might just go off about dunk's acting after that #we'll see #bc i REALLY wanna see what dunk can do without joong and if he'll be as good #my money is on ''yes'' but i also don't wanna say anything to avoid eating my own words kdfkdf #but in reality i see many qualities to him as an actor that i think he should be able to do keep even without being opposite joong #besides he's now done two series as a lead character so now he has a lot more acting experience than he did going into simm #his acting was already so much stronger in hidden agenda then it was in simm (hello?? yank-kiss-yeet?? ep9?? ep11??) #and i trust that he's not just gonna lose it all in summer night all of a sudden #god i'm immensely excited to see him act in summer night you don't even know

[chainmailchalamet]

Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽) Pt. 3

tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), predator/prey dynamic , a lil degradation, impact, knife play, jealousy, possessive behavior + language, dacryphilia, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, face slapping, choking, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒

eddie is, by nature, patient.

patience is survival, always has been. his father was hot-headed, impulsive, reckless. moved through life without strategy, without a sense for the long game. and that got him nowhere but trouble — from one chaos to another, dragging eddie and his mama through it all, until mama woke up and said fuck this shit and dipped. because eddie’s mama was smart — selfish, sure. a shadow of a mother who let him wander off on his own because she couldn’t take the noise, couldn’t take the mess. liked to sit on her own near a lake or on the porch or on the steps of a trailer, smoking a cigarette and looking far away — eddie’d watch her sometimes, wait for her eyes to catch his, for her half-smile. and then she’d be gone, gone, gone again. dreaming of the day she could leave it all behind her, until one day she just did. left him a note, did it in her way: distantly affectionate, sorry but not ashamed, just a couple words — go find yourself some real love, and keep your ears clean for me x — and a phone number.

somehow, he understood it — knew that she just wasn’t really made for motherhood, that it just wasn’t her nature. he thought about her for a long time, tried to keep her whole in his memory, but in the end he just had pieces. a flash of wild dark hair, jasmine perfume, silver rings and cigarette smoke. faraway eyes, a wry smile.

when he called the number, it was wayne on the other end. sounded tired and sad and soft, like he’d been waiting for the call his whole life but still hoped he’d never get it. wayne picked up the phone and said she finally up and did it, huh? without a hint of judgment. eddie sniffled, went uh huh and wayne asked where his dad was at and eddie said nothing. and wayne, bless him, just got it. sighed a little, said real soft i’ll see you in the mornin’ ed, and that was that.

eddie learned from wayne what his father could never teach him -- to be gentle. wayne was the first man eddie had ever met who wore his softness with ease. He was soft with with words, gentle with his hands — he’d work graveyard shifts over at the garage, but spend the day doting on eddie, in his way. he was a little bit like his sister — he didn’t say too much, wasn’t loud about his affections, but. he tried. tried hard. took eddie to get his first library card, kept his face open and interested when eddie fell down the tolkien hole and stayed stuck, talked himself hoarse about the lore. wayne offered him an ear, asked him questions, teased him gently. how many breakfast’s they got? no wonder you like ‘em so much, they got your appetite!

which — with wayne’s cooking? anyone would eat themselves silly. the man knew how to make the most of what he got, and unlike most men, took pride in the time he spent in his mother’s kitchen. food’s the way to the heart, ed, it’s a labor of love.

eddie got it, watching wayne move through the kitchen with the utmost care, tending to each dish with a furrow between his brows. simmering the gravy for hours until the flavor was just right, standing over a grease pan with his tongs at the ready, cuz the trick to good chicken is the eyes, ed, you gotta keep your eyes on it. you gotta wait for that good brown, you’ll know it when you see it.

eddie learned patience in wayne’s little kitchen -- plucking greens, sorting through black eyed peas, developing that sense of rhythm that every good cook possessed. it was slow work, it was work that required gentle hands and a certain kind of sensitivity. knowing when a smidge was a smidge and a pinch was a pinch, because the difference was clear in the biscuits, in their fluff and their crust. the difference was in wayne’s reaction — in whether he went mm, that’s good, ed or whether he went well, fuck me. eddie lived for that difference, for the satisfaction of making wayne (hard-working, opening his home to eddie, no questions asked, wayne) close his eyes and breathe real deep with satisfaction. cooking him up something so good that he slept good, that his cheeks flushed up and he went to work whistling. eddie became, in a way, kind of addicted to providing -- it made him feel worthy, made him feel full.

made him feel full like the way music felt, like he could burst from it — he’d finger through wayne’s records while he was out at work, forming a taste for roots, bluegrass, jazz and rock. slim harpo and mama thornton and the family stone. etta james on sunday mornings, fleetwood on summer nights, ann peebles when he thought about his mama. he’d hum himself to sleep, sing along to dolly while he cooked, tap and shuffle his way around the trailer until wayne got the hint and bought him his first guitar — a dusty acoustic he picked up at a boot sale, handed over with a wry smile and a quiet to give you somethin’ to do with all that energy, because he knew eddie was restless. they never spoke about eddie’s dad, but they both know that if eddie got anything from him it was that restless spark, that white-hot energy that could be destructive without the right outlet. wayne gave him that outlet -- taught eddie the few folk songs he knew how to play and gave him the space to fumble his way through the first months of learning. even when he’d strum it wrong it sounded like a dying animal and his face with get hot with frustration, with embarrassment. wayne would just clasp him on the shoulder and remind him that it’s all just time, eds. you gotta give yourself time to grow into yourself.

wayne was the reason he became a chef — he knew that eddie was smart as a whip, but not school-smart. wayne knew that he didn’t have the mind for math and science and devoured books but couldn’t write an essay to save his life — never judged him for it, never let him feel dumb about it. just watched the way his mind worked when he measured out ingredients in the kitchen, the natural ear he had for picking up melodies, knew he just needed the right outlet. wayne gave him that -- worked extra shifts, saved up enough money to send him to the closest culinary school. it wasn’t fancy, but it was enough. he soaked up all the knowledge that he could, worked in kitchen after kitchen, worked his way up and up and up.

when the he left wayne, left virgina, left home, he wondered if his mother had felt the same way. the same bittersweet sense of there’s nothing here for me anymore, and thank god for that. he packed up his van with his guitar and a box of records and all his books, cried when he hugged wayne goodbye, said i’ll call you for sunday dinner. called him again the next sunday, and the sunday after that, and every sunday after that.

it didn’t happen overnight, all the good stuff. the money, the stability, all the new love that would come into his life by way of a kitchen in chicago, but it didn’t matter — because eddie was, by nature, hungry. he put it all in his work, in the simple pleasure of feeding, of loving. he was not his father, but — deep down, he knew he wasn’t really like wayne either. he tried hard to live like wayne had taught him — tried hard to put his claws away, to hide his teeth, to wrap himself up in wool.

he worked hard, and he loved hard, and he cared for his friends and he was good to his lovers and he used his outlets, found healthier ways to live in his skin. he took advantage of the new space he had to roam, learned new things about himself. he learned he liked his music harder, louder, raw and wrathful -- not just soft and soulful, like wayne. he found his people in basement shows and dive bars, joined a couple bands, hopped around until he found corroded coffin. learned that he could bare his teeth on stage, that he could strut around and howl and spit, make a big mess of himself and he could be loved for it. desired for it.

he learned about the power of pain -- the sting of a new tattoo, of a needle through his skin, of teeth in his neck. he learned that he liked it a little rough, liked to have his hair pulled, his throat snatched, his back scratched. found his people in play parties and dungeons and in certain online spaces. fucked around, found out. learned to take pleasure, and to give it right back. to use his mouth, his words, his hands, his hips. learned that he was a sucker for big eyes, strong arms, hairy thighs, hair that he could wrap around his fingers and tug.

kept the beast on a leash, for the most part. kept it light, kept the hunger down, down, down.

and then his roommate jon moved in with his new boyfriend, and eddie made a post on a housing group looking for someone to fill his spot. and then you.

you’d walked into his home, stinking of strawberries and cream, making his fucking mouth water. with your braids spilling down your back and your big, big eyes, and your pouty mouth and your chipped yellow nail polish and your grace jones tee and that fucking look on your face -- like you were so tired, just exhausted, like you needed a safe place to land. like you’d never been handled with care, and eddie just. knew that he could. knew that he was the only one that could. he took one look at you and every cell in his body said mine, fucking mine, made for me, made for you, mineminemine.

and he tried to keep it on a leash. he did. he would’ve. would’ve been content to just look at you and have you in his home and feed you and look at you and want (and want and want and want) and learn to live with that.

it was fine, nothing he wasn’t used to -- he knew hunger, knew how to manage it, how to keep it hidden. he had a lot of practice.

but then the funniest thing happened. you caught him looking -- and he knew the moment your eyes met his that you knew. because there was something too-sharp about that gaze. something other about it. it was like you could see all the way down into him. like you could see the thing shifting beneath his skin. you looked at him, saw all the way down into him and you didn’t run, didn’t flinch, didn’t shut down. you just looked harder. bloomed underneath his desire, opened yourself up to it -- mirrored it, bright eyes going hazy with it.

he didn’t have to touch you to know that your heart was beating double-time in your chest, that your skin was heating up, that you were wet between your thighs. he just -- knew. felt your eyes on his skin. felt the whisper of your touch in his hair, across his shoulders. knew that it made you hot that you had to look up at him, that he was broader than you, knew that you were curious about the ink in his skin, the flash of silver in his tongue when he talked. you didn’t hide it very well, the way you went faraway when he talked, took a second to get your response together. all it took was the rumble of his voice in his chest, the sight of his hands pushing his hair back from his face.

you drank him in with the sweetest, faraway look on your face. just gone, gone, gone. big, glassy eyes, pouty mouth hanging open just a smidge. looking at him all open and trusting, like a dumb bunny, like the sweetest little doll. looking at him like you needed him -- needed him to keep you full, to give you a soft place to land, to do right by you. it made him want to squeeze your face between his fingers, bite at your neck, whisper into the skin it’s ok, honey, y’don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything, y’just let me worry about all of it, just empty it all out for me, i’ll do the rest. you needed it so bad -- and eddie was made to give it to you. he knew it. knew that you knew it too.

he just had to let it all unfold as it would. just had to wait for it. but eddie was nothing if not patient -- it was just a matter of time. it’s all just time, eds.

#eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #dom eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x black!reader #black!oc #black!y/n #eddie munson smut

[sea-of-dust]

Yukari giving chocolate for GN! Reader!

What if I just told u this was a request and tuumblr loves posting my drafts and posting unfinished works. Annon I'm sorry 😔

She made them! I be it you'd be able to smell it in the dorm which is why the s.e.e.s memmbers kept you from comming home. "You shouldn't come back yet" "and why's that" Minato emails back with little to no time in between "I wanna go grocery shopping with you" "oh" he bought her 3 hours.

Three hours used to the fullest with Mitsuru next to her with silicon trays. "What if the chocolate melts them and they eat plastic?" "Try not to worry so much about it" as she pours it you and Minato are almost two blocks away from the dorm. "We're two blocks away" "on it!" You notice him see a reply to an email but he quickly hides his phone in his pocket "Minato you've been on your phone alot what's buggin' you?" "Nothing"

you shrug noticing the sound of loud thundering footsteps closing in on you, trying to see who was causing the noise only to be met with a poster. "Y/n~" Jinpei appears from behind the poster grinning cheerfully yet you can sense blatant mischief in his expression. "There's a new gadget in town for two, you should help me buy it" "what is that even for?" "Oh I don't know" he walks back, his face facing you dramatically "two tickets to see the new movie that came out a few days ago" you flash back to Yukari raving about how much she wanted to see it, your face gets deathly serious. "Where's the theater?" "THATS THE SPIRIT"

Yukari, while she was grateful they could help did get a bit worried when you didn't come back until sunset with Jinpei and your emo tag along. "We're alive!" Jinpei bursts open the door with you two following behind. "Where the heck did you guys go to stay out so late" Yukari pounts seeing her you nearly fall into her arms. "I missed you" you look up at her with unfocused eyes, holding her to stay steady. Glaring at the both of them, she helps you to the couch near the entrance. "Yukari" you hand her the tickets with unstable hands. "I got the tickets to a movie you wanted to see" you smile brightly contrasting how beat up you sound. "The line was huge" Jinpei interupts "I think we almost drowned" "for a few tickets?" "There was a sale" you mumble out. She wraps her hand around your arm pulling you closer to her, using this as their cue the room emptines to just the two of you.

"Where ya going" as she gets up she turns to you "I have something for you" as if she woke you up with those words you sit patiently watching her come back with a plate. "You made chocolates?" A bit stunned she looked away "I guess the smell gave it away" she lays it next to you and her "They're all for you" "no" "huh?" "Lets share them, it would be unfair if you didn't get to atleast try them ya know" a bit more flustered she takes a bite with you. Biting into them you stretch yours out slowly the caramel stretching out. "You know me so well" you remark after finishing the first one. "Yum.." You muttered that under your breath but she still heard it. "I got you to say yum" she smiles proudly. "Really?" You look down again picking it up "they are really good guess it slipped out"

#fluff #x reader #gender neutral reader #persona #persona 3 reload #persona 3 #yukari takeba #persona x reader #persona 3 x reader #sea of asks

[sickficideas]

Hiya! May I request sick Chuuya and the flags take care of him?

ANON !!! I FINALLY GOT A GOOD BIT INTO STORMBRINGER...i got WAYYY too attached oh my god i love them all so much. i hope you like this fic i had fun writing it!!!

just a dream || chuuya + the flags sickfic (+ skk)

ao3! 5k words, sickfic, stormbringer light novel spoilers - please refer to the link for additional tags!

"I'm comin' in. Hide your girlfriends."

Chuuya groans, holding a pillow over his head. It's far too early in the morning for this. The morning light hasn't even fully flooded his room yet. He’s not entirely sure how Albatross got into his apartment to begin with, but either way, he wasn’t invited.

"Or boyfriends! I don't discriminate. You know, me and D-"

"Stop! Stop, I don't wanna know," Chuuya exclaims, loud enough to drown out the rest of Albatross's sentence in case he decided to keep going. He had plans with Albatross this morning, he thinks. Something work-related that he can't quite place right now. But they were supposed to meet at work.

Chuuya got up at some point in the middle of the night to throw up. He hardly remembers it at all, but he just barely made it to the toilet. He remembers making a few texts about not being able to come into work this morning, and one of those texts apparently went to Albatross.

"Wake up! A hangover never stopped any of us," Albatross exclaims proudly, his voice suddenly sounding much closer. Chuuya's arms are weak, he doesn't have the energy to hold the pillow over his head, and he doesn't care enough to use his ability. Albatross takes the pillow and uncovers him, and clicks his tongue at the sight. "Oh, shit, kid. You really did it this time, huh?"

"I'm not hungover," Chuuya groans, reaching an arm back out for the pillow. Albatross hands it back, but only lets him tuck it against his chest. Chuuya holds it close to him with a weak groan.

"Could'a fooled me," Albatross jokes.

"I'm serious," Chuuya grumbles, letting his eyes travel up to Albatross's face. "It's - a cold, or something."

Albatross still looks suspicious, landing a hand on his hip. He leans forward and reaches for Chuuya's forehead with his free hand.

"Sheesh, kid. You're really runnin' a fever there," he says with a click of his tongue. He pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head, giving Chuuya a rare glimpse at his eyes. He really wishes he’s put them back on. He doesn’t like how concerned he looks. "How long you been feelin' sick for, huh?"

"Just…just since last night," Chuuya murmurs, dropping his gaze. He doesn't see the point in lying to him. He doesn't even really remember feeling sick the night before, it really only hit him that time he woke up.

"You stayin' home today?" Albatross asks.

"Uh-huh," Chuuya murmurs. He only looks at him for a second but he can't handle the worry on his face. It doesn't look right. He's never seen him make that face. "Told everyone I needed to already."

"Good. Cause it'd be crap to work when you don't feel good," Albatross says, sounding relieved. "I'll call Doc for ya. I'm sure -"

"No, please - please don't," Chuuya murmurs. "Don't tell anyone."

Albatross tilts his head.

"I just…it's not a big deal. I'll be fine tomorrow," Chuuya huffs, turning his face into his pillow. He hopes Albatross will just leave Chuuya to sleep this off, but he's not sure he'll get too lucky this time. His body betrays him and forces out a few coughs that are muffled by the pillow. He can’t tell if that’s part of his illness or if he’s just starting to feel nauseous again.

"Alright, alright. I've gotta call someone if you don't get better, though, got it?" Albatross tells him. “Lemme get you some water. You gotta stay hydrated, kid.”

Albatross disappears from Chuuya’s bedroom, and Chuuya groans into his pillow before he turns his body around, facing away from the door.

He hears Albatross talking to himself in Chuuya’s kitchen, which isn’t unusual at all for him - the guy has a hard time keeping things to himself, no matter the content. Chuuya thinks he hears his name at some point, but now that he’s starting to wake up some more, he’s starting to feel nauseous again.

The saliva starts to pool in his mouth and he groans at the feeling, starting to panic just a bit. He doesn’t want Albatross to see him throw up. He doesn’t want anyone to see him sick at all, it’s humiliating enough as it is, but this would just make things so much worse.

He's swallowing saliva, something he can’t do much longer because he feels his stomach pushing up and trying to get something up his esophagus. He knows he's going to throw up, but he can't move. He's so sore and achy. He tries to force himself to sit up, but he can hardly keep himself propped up with his weak and shaky arms.

Chuuya's stomach lurches without time for him to better prepare and he feels something splash into the back of his throat. He gags, hard, all the muscles in his abdomen contracting to bring something up, a thin stream of pale, digested contents from his stomach. He groans, his free arm wrapped tight around his middle, eyes screwed shut. It hurts.

“Shit, Chuuya…” he hears from behind him. His stomach twists and he starts to breathe heavy, hoping that getting more air in will somehow quell his nausea, but it only makes it worst. He’s just a billion times more anxious now with someone watching him and now he can’t get anything else up. He wants to cry, but he can’t imagine doing that while he’s already puking.

"Just get it up, kid. Sheets are super easy to clean," he feels the mattress shift as Albatross climbs on next to him with a gentle hand on his back. "Don't breathe so hard. Breathe gentle and it'll come up."

He tries, he really does, taking deep, calculated breaths through his mouth, trying to not focus on the fact that he’s not alone right now. Just a few breaths later, a wave of Chuuya's partially undigested dinner comes pouring out of his mouth. Chuuya coughs and gags through it, eyes screwed shut.

“There ya go,” Albatross says.

He leans over the puddle that’s started to pool in his sheets, hoping that anything else will make an appearance quickly so he doesn’t have to struggle much longer. He burps a few times in some effort to get more up, and one particularly wet belch brings up another wave of pale vomit, followed by a pained whimper.

From there, his stomach calms down just a bit. He still feels nauseous, but not enough to puke again, at least for the time being. He doesn’t remember it hurting this much last night, but maybe he’s already sore from that incident.

He groans, wishing he could just melt into the mattress and disappear. He really doesn’t feel good. He’s glad his fevered middle-of-the-night brain made the right call and decided to not come to work.

"You're gonna have to let me call somebody to bring you some meds," Albatross says as he slides the soiled sheet off of Chuuya’s bed, clearing him to lie back down. "I don't have nothin’ and I doubt you do either."

"Fine," he murmurs quietly, curling in on himself and taking that same pillow from before to hold against his aching stomach. The pressure does help a little bit.

“You got extra comforters anywhere?” Albatross asks, and Chuuya barely manages to lift up an arm to point toward a closet at the corner of the room, where Albatross wastes no time in finding something to cover Chuuya with. He feels a shiver take over his body even after Albatross lays the comforter over him. The last thing he needs is to deal with the chills.

Evidently, though, throwing up tired him out so much that he starts to fall asleep before he can further agonize about his situation.

…

"Special delivery!" Chuuya hears. He doesn’t pay much attention to who it could be at first, but it’s not Albatross. It’s further away, far from his bedroom door. He groans, wishing he had stayed asleep. 

It's Pianoman's voice, he thinks. He starts to tense up at the realization that someone else is here now, and his stomach starts to cramp again. He's gotten used to Albatross seeing him ill, but now he's going to have to be okay with others, too.

He decides his best course of action is to pretend to be asleep, not that it will be too difficult. He’s starting to realize he feels worse than before. His stomach hurts from the nausea but the soreness too, and his head swims and spins at the slightest movement.

He hears their footsteps come closer. There’s a third set, too, so it’s not just Pianoman. He curls up tighter in the center of his bed with a pained groan, tucking his face back under a pillow. Go home, he wants to tell them. He’s fine. He just needs to sleep it off. He doesn’t want anyone’s help.

"I think he's asleep. I'll give it to him when he wakes up," Albatross says quietly right outside the bedroom door, and Chuuya sighs in relief, thinking he’s avoided a crisis for now.

He wonders what time it is. It seems Albatross has pulled down the blinds, so any sunlight to tell him the time of day is blocked out. He’s tempted to get up and see, or at least reach over to grab his cell phone, but he really doesn’t even have the energy to do that.

He lies still for a few moments, but with the way his stomach is turning, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to fall asleep any time soon. He’s hungry, but too nauseous to even think about food. That’s the worst kind of feeling.

"Hey. I know you're awake, Chuuya," Pianoman says, his voice suddenly beyond Chuuya’s bedroom door. His voice is gentle, not accusatory, so Chuuya doesn’t feel as anxious - but he still doesn’t want anyone to see him. "I think it'd be better if you took this medicine sooner rather than later with how you're feeling."

Chuuya doesn’t move. Maybe he can trick Pianoman, but he quickly realizes that’s a foolish thought. He couldn’t ever trick Pianoman.

He hears a plastic bag rustle, and Pianoman sits on Chuuya’s king mattress. “I have some nausea medicine for you too. Albatross told me your stomach’s been bothering you.”

Chuuya doesn’t like that Pianoman knows about that, but at this point, he would rather get his nausea under control than worry about his image. He begrudgingly turns over so that Pianoman knows he’s not hiding anymore. When their eyes meet, he watches Pianoman’s brow furrow.

“I know I look like shit,” Chuuya mumbles, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounds. He hasn’t been coughing all that much.

“I wonder how you caught this,” Pianoman says, taking three medicine bottles out and setting them down on Chuuya’s nightstand, along with two cups of water that he apparently brought with him. “Two of these are liquid, sorry. But they tend to work better, I’ve noticed.”

Chuuya doesn’t care much, as long as they’ll help. He forces himself up, and Pianoman reaches out an arm to help him - the touch makes Chuuya freeze up. “Relax. I’m just trying to help.”

Chuuya groans and lets him. Pianoman props up a few of his pillows at the headrest and helps Chuuya lean against that, that way he’s sitting up but still comfortable, and he’s grateful for Pianoman’s thoughtfulness, but he keeps his eyes low. He’s hoping that avoiding eye contact will make him forget about this faster.

“I feel like this one always gives me awful nightmares,” Pianoman says with a huff as he hands Chuuya a cup of medicine, which he takes like a shot with no issue. The taste is artificial fruit and bitter, but if he imagines it’s more like alcohol, it’s not as unbearable. "Do you get nightmares?"

"No," Chuuya murmurs. "I don't dream at all."

"I thought I heard you say that before. Might be a good thing, then. A lot of people get bad nightmares when they have fevers like you do, even without medicine," Pianoman says. "Lippmann does."

That seems like an intimate detail to know about someone, especially to share with others, but he doesn't say anything.

“We’ve all seen each other sick. You don’t need to hide from us,” Pianoman assures him. Chuuya realizes that’s the point he was trying to make, but he still can’t meet his gaze. He just takes the next cup of medicine and downs it, but this time, his stomach twists. This one tastes much worse. He thinks this one might make him vomit even if he wasn’t ill. He presses a hand up to his mouth and Pianoman is quick enough to recognize the situation - he’s holding a trash bin under Chuuya’s chin, allowing him to choke up the medicine he just swallowed, that never had a chance of staying down at all.

His stomach still tries to get more up, even though he’s sure that the only thing left in his system was the medicine he just swallowed. The way his abdominal muscles squeeze together against his sore stomach hurts so much he can hardly take it. He’s ashamed. He’s dealt with injuries far worse than a little stomachache, but this hurts so bad that tears prick at his eyes.

"It's okay. I know it hurts," he tells him gently, tucking Chuuya’s hair behind his ears as it threatens to get caught in the saliva that’s starting to form strings from his mouth. "You don't have to hold back your tears for any of us, Chuuya."

“But, I…” he starts, cut off by a pained groan. He spits up the salvia that’s gathered in his mouth.

“I know. Your whole body’s sensitive right now ‘cause of that fever you’re running. And throwing up with nothing in your stomach hurts. Trust me, I know,” Pianoman tells him. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Chuuya lets his tears fall, and he whimpers from the pain he’s in.

He seems to only get worse from there. He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up properly anymore, even with the propped-up pillows, so once he thinks he’s done gagging, Pianoman helps him lie back down. He can’t stop his tears, they darken spots on his pillow. He feels so sick. He wishes he could just fall asleep again. He doesn’t want anyone to see him.

He quickly finds out Lippman was the third person who entered his apartment, and the concern taking over his face as soon as he sees Chuuya from the doorway is too much for him to handle. He can’t imagine how awful he must look, especially now that he’s been crying. He’s so pathetic.

“Albatross, that’s far too wet to put on his forehead. You need to wring some of that water out,” he hears Lippmann say after Chuuya stuffs his face back into a pillow to avoid being seen. “Here, let me see it.”

“Always stealin’ my thunder, huh, Lippmann…” Albatross says, clicking his tongue.

“This isn’t thunder. This is a monsoon,” he says, supposedly waving the soaked cloth around.

Soon enough, he feels a hand gently turn his head so he’s looking at the ceiling, and Lippmann lays a cool, folded washcloth over Chuuya’s forehead. It feels incredible. For just a second, he feels like he’s cured, but of course, it’s never that easy. He lets his eyes fall shut and tries to take the opportunity to relax.

Lippmann smooths down Chuuya's hair, something he would normally be greatly opposed to but it feels nice. Lippmann's hands are always ice cold. He thinks Lippmann is sitting beside him on the bed, which for some reason, he’s not opposed to. He’s trying to relax. Every breath makes him more sore. He groans from the pain and turns his head to the side, only to be turned back up by Lippmann.

"I called Doc. He should be on his way soon," Pianoman says as he enters the room. Chuuya didn’t even realize he was gone. "Definitely wouldn't hurt to get some IV fluids in you. I'm sure you're dehydrated."

"Poor thing," Lippman says with a sigh, a hand of his on Chuuya’s clammy cheek. "Let me see a thermometer, Piano. He feels much warmer."

“I couldn’t find one earlier,” Pianoman says. “I told Albatross to go look at his place. Let me go make sure he still remembers what I asked him to do.”

Pianoman disappears again too, but Lippmann stays, still smoothing down Chuuya’s hair. He tries to shift himself onto his side to get more comfortable, and he realizes just how much sweat is covering his body. The hair framing his face feels like it’s stuck to his skin.

Chuuya hears his phone buzz in the nightstand. It’s a buzz different from the normal notifications, because it’s Dazai. That son of a bitch gets his own special one.

“Lippmann?” Chuuya croaks, his eyes barely about to make it up to his face. “Can you…can you hand me my phone?”

“Of course. In the nightstand here?” Lippmann confirms and Chuuya manages a nod. He gently hands him the phone.

Chuuya’s eyes take a few seconds longer than normal to adjust to its brightness, and Lippmann briefly leans over to turn it down for him while he’s still getting used to it. He groans when he sees the message on the screen, and he replies almost right away without thinking much of it.

He sees Dazai open the message, but to his surprise, he doesn’t get a reply. He groans. Why on earth would Dazai message him anyway? Why does it matter to him where he is?

“Is this the Boss’s kid you’re texting?” Lippmann asks, his head tilted. Lippmann knows that Dazai isn’t actually Mori’s son, but that's what the Flags call Dazai.

Chuuya just groans and nods. He closes his phone for a moment. Half of him just wants to block Dazai’s number, even though in his defense, he’s just asking a rather innocent question.

“I saw him very early this morning on my way to meet with the Boss. He asked me where you were. That was before Albatross called us,” Lippmann says. “It doesn’t hurt to tell him. Maybe that way he won’t bother you, if that’s what you want.”

Chuuya huffs. He’s not sure how he feels about Lippmann’s claim that Dazai would ask where he is. Would he even really care? Chuuya doesn’t think so, but it’s strange that Dazai would ask Lippmann that, and even directly text Chuuya on top of it.

He groans again, long and annoyed, before he opens his phone to send another message.

He lets his phone slip from his hands, and Lippmann takes it and puts it back in the drawer for him - and it’s not long until he hears the others come back too.

Chuuya really doesn’t feel well.

He can’t rely much on his senses at the moment. He feels himself cough every now and then, but it almost feels numb, like his body forces him to do it. The last thing he can clearly hear from any of them is his temperature - a hundred and three point one, only because Lippmann makes it a point to make sure Chuuya can hear him. Chuuya never measured his fever to begin with, but he know it wasn’t that high. That’s not good.

It feels as if he only shuts his eyes for a moment, but when he opens them again, Doc has entered his field of vision. It looks like he’s talking to someone else, but he can't hear anything.

He feels someone tugging on his arm, and another smoothing down his hair. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on. He feels his chest tighten up and he wants to get away. His body tenses up and he’s waiting for Doc to leave an opening for Chuuya to get away, but he doesn’t. He turns his head and makes eye contact with Chuuya, and smiles. Doc kind of has a creepy smile, and it’s difficult to tell if it’s genuine most of the time, but Chuuya finds this one reassuring. He relaxes.

No one here is going to hurt him. He’s safe with them.

…

When Chuuya wakes up again, he feels like a new person.

His ears feel clear. He can hear the mattress when he shifts his weight, something he would never imagine being grateful to hear. He hears someone else breathing, and somehow, he has the energy to push himself up.

Doc is leaned against the wall in a chair from Chuuya’s kitchen. Reading from some impossibly large textbook that Chuuya almost thinks must be too heavy for his frail arms, he doesn’t notice Chuuya’s movements, or he at least doesn’t acknowledge them.

Chuuya sneaks a hand into the drawer beside his nightstand to fish out his phone to check the time, and he sees a message from Dazai.

Chuuya wasn't expecting a sort-of-nice message from him. He almost thinks for a moment this isn’t really Dazai, but he’s distracted by movement from Doc.

“Heheh…good morning, Chuuya,” he says, lowering the textbook down to the floor. Chuuya knows it’s not really morning, now, his phone said something close to seven in the evening, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Doc was being serious. He doesn’t strike him as the kind of guy to have a good sleep schedule.

Doc stands up and drags the chair behind him over to Chuuya’s bedside, and Chuuya moves closer to the edge, assuming Doc’s intention is to check him over. Chuuya doesn’t want to make him stand, he knows he can’t do that for very long. Chuuya’s eyes follow Doc’s IV line up to a pole that’s standing beside Chuuya’s bed, with an extra bag of fluids on a line extending down to Chuuya’s forearm.

“We’re matching,” Doc says with his usual off-putting smile, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. Chuuya’s never asked him why he always has that thing, but maybe he’s more content with not knowing.

“Guess that thing’s kinda handy,” Chuuya says as he lays back. His voice is still pretty hoarse. He tries to clear it, and Doc offers him a glass of water that’s been on his nightstand. He starts to wonder where the others have run off to, and the door opens, revealing the missing Flag.

"You look a little better now," Iceman says to him as he walks over. Doc doesn’t turn his head, so Chuuya assumes he’s known that Iceman has been here. "Compared to what I saw when I got here."

"Where is everyone?" Chuuya asks before Doc slides a thermometer under his tongue.

"Passed out in your living room,” Iceman says bluntly.

“Albatross sent us all a photo of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together, heh,” Doc recalls with an amused grin before he takes the thermometer back.

“In my apartment? Ew,” Chuuya groans. “What’s it say?”

Doc had already laid the thermometer down on the table, and he leans over to refer back to it to answer Chuuya’s question. “One hundred point seven. Much better than earlier.”

Chuuya’s relieved to hear that. He was really worrying this was something he was going to be suffering from all weak, but Doc seems to have worked his magic on him. Chuuya wished he had given in to calling him over sooner.

“We already notified everyone who needed to know that you’ll be off tomorrow, too.” Iceman tells him, wandering over to the window to open up the blinds and let some of the evening light in. Another one had already been opened up.

“Tomorrow? No way, I’ll be fine by then,” Chuuya grumbles, looking over to Doc for backup.

“I don’t recommend it. Unless you’re fond of fainting on the job,” Doc says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Just one extra day to get your energy back. You’ll live,” Iceman says. “You should take any days off you can get, Chuuya. Take it from us.”

Maybe if they’re all here, it won’t be so bad.

“I’m putting an injection into your fluid line here…might make you tired…” Doc says, pushing a syringe full of a clear substance into the line, and Chuuya feels the effects almost right away.

“Just don’t go anywhere…” Chuuya murmurs as his eyes start to fall shut. His mouth betrayed him by admitting thoughts he didn’t want to share with the room, but he sees faint smiles from both of them before he loses his battle with the drowsiness.

…

"You finally up?"

Chuuya wasn't expecting to hear Dazai's voice.

He forces himself to sit up, and he's in a different bedroom. He’s done so far too quickly, it seems, because his head swims and tilts his world sideways so much that he nearly faints, but he forces himself to stay upright on the bed.

Dazai is standing right at the end of it. He looks perplexed, and Chuuya can’t figure out why, but Chuuya’s even more confused. Dazai looks different. His eyes don't look so dark. He looks taller, somehow. He’s not wearing his usual getup. He’s wearing a bolo tie. Why the hell is he wearing a bolo tie?

"Where's…" Chuuya murmurs. He can’t quite remember what he was going to say.

"Where's who? It's just me here," Dazai says, the confusion in his eyes only deepening as he makes his way over to the side of the bed.

Chuuya's stomach drops. He doesn't understand what's going on.

"Hey, hey. What are you so worked up about?" Dazai asks him, and the tiny hint of concern in his nonchalant attitude is freaking him out. Dazai hadn’t texted him that he was coming over. Why is he here? Why would he show up?

"I was just…I just, um…" Chuuya starts mumbling as he scrambles to get to the edge of the bed he’s on, "they were all here. You were at…they…"

"Bad dream?" Dazai says, a hesitant hand reaching out towards Chuuya’s. That’s not like him. Why is he so confused?

"What…?" Chuuya starts, just then registering Dazai’s words. That's not possible. Chuuya doesn't dream. He's never had a dream. Chuuya swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up despite his head’s protests, and he’s relieved to see Doc’s face, back where he was, leaned against the wall.

But he hears blood dripping.

And when he lowers his gaze, just a bit, it seems his brain omitted the fact that the lower half of Doc’s body is missing. There’s nothing below his torso, nothing but a growing pool of blood.

Chuuya screams.

…

"You blacked out on me again," Dazai says. His voice is gentle, as Chuuya wakes up again, once again in a different room. It feels more familiar this time. He’s in a living room, and he thinks it’s his. “Your fever’s worse. I took you out here, it’s kinda warm in your bedroom.”

"Sorry," he mumbles. He can't muster up energy for much else. His body aches. He looks for any signs of the Flags. The IV pole. Lippmann’s hand on his forehead. The medication Pianoman brought home for him. None of it is there.

Was any of that real? Was he hallucinating? It’s happened before, when he gets high fevers, but this one felt so real. It was almost like he just experienced it, in real life, and then suddenly he fell asleep for several years - and now he’s back in the present.

Was it a dream?

"I wanna go ride," Chuuya murmurs. Dazai’s hand is on his cheek. He pulls it away and sits back on the coffee table, that same look of confusion taking over his face again.

"Your bike?" Dazai asks.

"Uh-huh," he says.

"No-can-do, buddy. You can barely stand up," Dazai reminds him with a half-smile, hints of concern still visible.

Chuuya’s head turns in his direction. His chest feels tight. "'S not my bike."

Dazai still looks confused. "Yeah?"

"'S Albatross's bike," Chuuya barely manages. He still feels his cold hand in his. He knows they’re all dead, it’s beyond him why he thought just a few moments ago that they were all still in his apartment. It takes everything in Chuuya to keep himself together.

"I know, Chuuya." Dazai murmurs, his expression falling. “What’s up with you today?”

Chuuya’s eyes start to flood with tears, only furthering Dazai’s concern. He kneels beside the couch and Chuuya tries to sit himself up, only melting into Dazai’s arms in his attempt to get up. Everything hurts. He doesn’t know why he’s so overcome with emotion. Maybe he’s just sensitive right now because of his apparent illness, but the feelings he holds are real.

Dazai’s trying to comfort him, but Chuuya can’t hear his words. He holds him close. It’s incredibly rare for him to be so sympathetic. He must know something isn’t quite right with Chuuya right now.

If it really was a dream, he wants nothing more than to go back.

…

“We can go visit their graves when you feel better. If you want to,” Dazai offers, sort of out of nowhere. Chuuya’s been silently curled up in his bed for a few hours. Dazai offering him water and bites of food he can hardly stomach every now and then, making sure he takes medication.

“It’s raining,” Chuuya murmurs. He’s mindlessly scrolling through old messages from his friends, on a cellphone he hasn’t touched since they were killed. His heart hurts. He doesn’t have the will to get up.

“Hopefully it stops once you’re up for it,” Dazai says, reaching forward to brush some of Chuuya’s unruly bangs from his eyes.

Chuuya sees a rare photo in their message thread. A picture of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together on his old couch from an apartment he used to live in, followed by them in the same position, but this time, in selfie form courtesy of Albatross. It’s a photo that feels familiar, but he can’t remember why. Maybe they were drunk. Maybe he never came across this photo until now. But for some reason, it’s comforting to see.

“Yeah,” Chuuya mumbles, his eyes floating up to Dazai. “Let’s go.”

“Alright. Just let me know whenever you’re up for it,” Dazai tells him.

Chuuya’s still staring at the photo.

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