#// i needed to get this out of my system before going to bed

[thebearme]

This fic i wrote was made when my nose was in pain and is unfinished cause i hate writing i guess... anyway enjoy

Sensory Nose-aload

Dogman's noes has been by his side through thick and thin. Since the very beginning it will have help him sniff out where is Mother has gone if he couldn't see her, It would help find clues for a crime that takes more than Knight's fists and what Petey is cooking for dinner as of yesterday. But yet sometimes his nose would be the one needing help and Dogman would drop everything to make sure that his buddy is good, lending him to have sick days where his stuck in bed steaming his nose and putting vicks to get rid of that dastardly cold that assaults his nose and senses.

But scary enough it's not one of those days. It's something much worse, something that Dogman can't fight but has to sit and take the beating from.

When his nose is overloaded.

A feeling that's hard for Dogman to describe to anyone cause they just look at him weirdly. But I guess that's what happens when most of your friends are humans with human noses.

The day started out like anyother day, In bed between the covers. Dogman lays there for a moment to assist his surroundings, the gentle light shining through the curtains with the sound of a bird rustling in the tree, the soft distance beep of a fire detector on standby ...

Dogman never understood the point of the fire alarm eventho Petey INSISTED that it's for safety precaution and that "It will warn everyone in the house that there's a fire." Dogman guarantee that if it does detect a fire it would be LONG after he and frankly everyone already knew. After Dogman thinks of that ridiculous thought he started getting out of bed but not before having some weird spontaneous sneezes.

After the final sneeze, Dogman's nose started feeling suspicious painfully cold. Like If the inside of his nose took a bath and before drying took the biggest breath of the Arctic winds, making every noes hair and in extension every nerve ending feel like it's been pulled.

In response of these sudden pain of course Dogman grabbed his nose, hoping it was just him sneezing weirdly or something but as quickly as the excuse popped in, the truth came to knock it down.

His hands smelled

Not bad but just smells. He can smell the sweat glands on his palm, something he could always smell but only if he really focused too. But he didn't need to focus to smell here, it just came naturally... too naturally. Eventually recycling the same hot air was getting to his nose as well, It seemed to not be satisfied with hot or cool air. Dogman removed his hands from his nose and the cool air PUNCH him straight to the nose. Another assault to his nervous system, and he feels a headache coming on... Great.

In a attempt to preserve any chance of having his nose go back to normal he quickly looked around to the nearby nightstand and grabbed two tissues, sticking them up his nostrils.

That should stop that mean air from hurting my nose right?

Wrong.

Very very wrong.

After thinking that tissues would protect his nose they actually turned out to be the worst type of Trojan horse, causing more pain to his sensitive nerves but somehow the usual very dull smell of the soft tissue now is 1000 times the more potent with it once delightful smell now just smells like factory... Which is where it came from but HELL, it wasn't this strong.

In a pitiable operation towards some peace and stability Dogman went to hide under the covers till the pain is gone. He didn't need to go to work today anyway, so he could frankly hide here as long as he wanted! He a trys to restrain from that way of thinking because one off day can quickly become multiple. But this is definitely different, his nose and sanity is at stake!

Now hidden from the world is now miserable because It truly did nothing to stop the issue. He still smells the factory smell of the tissues, the smell of the dust floating around in the sun rays, the smell of bed sheets GOODNESS THE BED SHEETS! Let it be drool from nights and nights of butt tiredness, sweat from those tussles and beatdowns he would have to save the city and wouldn't take a shower afterwards or the musty smell of wet dog for went he would take a shower but not blowdry.

The smell is horrendous.

Why, why today his nose decisively turned on him? Did he not treat it well? Dogman takes his time to smell the flowers, smells the lovey food Petey would cook and even take bite of senseless candles... he didn't need to eat but that doesn't matter! All those wonderful times with his schnoz, so why must you kill him like this?

And with that moan of frustration and pain the headache stepped in saying 'hello honey, missed me?' and making itself homed in his doggy head. All because of that no good nose of his, Dogman can't even cope breathing through his mouth because EVERYTHING STILL MANAGES TO GET HIS NOSE!

His nose is so cold but also burning hot at the same time and at this rate Dogman is planning to cry out in some hope that someone puts him out of his misery but then Dogman smelled something that's not ENTIRELY dog water.

Bacon.

The smell of the gas stove releasing its hot air and the grease fatty seasoned, smoked, and sliced pork belly strips hitting the chipped over the years cast iron pan.

It must be Petey making breakfast.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger to the point he can almost ignore that other smells that pain him.

Almost.

[unintentionalseductress]

Hello, Ray!

Can i ask prompt no. 13 for Zayne? Maybe MC was trying to push Zayne patience by nagging him around exhib/veyour--considering how secretive zayne was--and the end she got what she wanted?

Hey there love! Oooh...out of all of them, Zayne is the most private imo. This was an interesting thing to write.

“What if i just leave you here, wet and needy?”

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You struggle against the padded restraints Zayne has secured onto your wrists and ankles. When he had found the time to discreetly sneak into the psychiatric ward and take them was beyond you. Naked and blushing, you're fully on his display to his probing eyes, laid out on the examination bed.

"Zayne..." you whimper as you continue to struggle against the bonds. His lips curl in a mischievious smile.

"What?" he asks in a deliberately patronzing tone that has your heart thumping in your chest. "Isn't this what you wanted? Exposed? Right where anyone can see you?"

Your eyes flick to the door which you know wasn't locked. It was after hours but there was no guarantee that one of Zayne's nurses, or God forbid, Greyson, wouldn't be called in for a late night emergency. Swallowing, your face burns from a mild feeling of shame, but it's nothing compared to the gripping sense of arousal that's flooding your system.

Your nipples are perked and your cunt is already wet with slick, little drops of fluid marking the exam table paper. Your breath catches as he spreads apart your puffy lips, your quivering hole and swollen clit unobscured.

“What if I just leave you here, wet and needy?” he asks, a mild taunt to his voice and you squirm under his scrutinizing gaze.

"You...wouldn't." You try to call his bluff.

"Normally...I wouldn't." Zayne agrees as his thumb swipes down your clit, sending a jolt into your core. You let out an uninhibited whine as he lightly presses down on the swollen nub, rubbing circles on it in a way that has you melting, almost forgetting your surroundings. You sob when he unexpectedly takes his thumb away.

"However...knowing how much this turns you on...it's very tempting to let you tough it out like this." He lets go of your sex and his hands glide up your sides before cupping your breasts. Those dexterous fingers start to pull and tweak your nipples and you arch against the table, begging for more.

"Perhaps...A lesson is needed. You want to be put on display, your wantonness visible to everyone who walks by. I think...a half hour should be enough."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head no. "Zayne please..."

"Don't act like this doesn't excite you. Look at you, leaking all over the table. And I haven't even done anything yet." His labcoat swishes as he gets to his feet.

"Be a good girl until I get back. This is my office and usually no one comes in." He gives you a wicked grin over his shoulder and it makes your core clench. "But that's not a guarantee. Feel free to put on a show if someone does show up."

With that he lets the door close behind him, the click echoing off the walls of the now empty office.

Send me a prompt!

[slaaverin]

I was thinking with all the discourse on x about Jimins letter, and the cult and solos trying to scramble to debunk his own words, how they are this or that, just bros, they don’t sleep togetherness, don’t see each other before bed yadda yadda.

If it’s common practice in the military to be in group dorms, to shower together, why scramble to say that Jikook don’t do that, they don’t see each other?

Why the scramble to say they aren’t close?

What is it that people are so afraid of?

Because you’re not telling me if it was Yoongi and Jimin who enlisted, or Jimin and Tae, or Jin and Namjoon, or Hobi and Yoongi, etc etc, that people wouldn’t be celebrating it

So why not Jikook? What is it that has them so unhinged that they are literally resorting to calling them both liars, that Jimins letter was written by PR at Hybe, that cooks sleep elsewhere and have different bed times, when Jimin himself said ‘before bed’.

What is it that makes people shout ‘they are brothers!!!!!!’ Over and over and over again.

Because where is the line?

What would tip them over the more than friends category in SK skinship terms, or even say if they were a man and women?

Would it be the hugs? The constant need to touch, to be together? The cheek to cheek selcas? The spending special days together? The tones they use with each other? The teasing, bickering and flirting? The coy looks and smiles? The way they know what the other is thinking? The way they have their inside jokes? The way they are so domestic in the kitchen, JK cooks and JM being Sous Chef. The comfort and companionship they have sought out with the buddy system. The love they exude?

am I missing anything?

I mean I probably am, that’s the quick notes version of their bond. My point being that all of that alone is striking, means their relationship is specific to them and them alone, it stands out, it’s beautiful. It should be celebrated and cooed over, the very least it should be respected.

Is it then that this is what they fear? That they do in fact see all of that, see Jimin writing that he and JK are having (read: deep) conversations about life before bed, and think oh hell no, gotta make up a lie to stop that being true! As if that is how it works.

I don’t know what the futures holds, what the comeback will be like, I just actually hope everything will work out the way each of them want it to. That they are allowed to mature, that they can hold space for each other to grow, to be themselves more than ever. That boundaries are put in place and respected between the members themselves, and the fans. That this will be a new era, as they said in Festa and since; that they won’t hold back things they have wanted to say but couldn’t. It’s a reoccurring theme, JK has said it in lives, Jimin in his last live, now this letter.

I just want them to be loved, and to allow themselves to be love in return. They deserve it.

Anon, I truly feel the same way.

I think solos, antis and tkkers trying to disprove jikook's bond is for many reason. But the simple main one is that they don't want it to be true.

It all comes from desire, they want a different story, because they have this fantasy, because homophobia, and other reasons. They want something else, something that will never be true because it is just that, a story they told themselves because it makes them feel safer and more in control. It's their ego telling them "it should be another way instead!" "This isn't right" (homophobia again), and you know how powerful the ego can be. When someone wants something so bad, some people might go to extremes to get it, no matter the cost.

They believe their little scenario (that they don't like each other, that they are not close) for different reasons and each person think they are totally right about that. Each person thinks their perspective is the best one.

You know that wars have been fought over different perspectives?

Belief is a very powerful thing. Most people cling into some beliefs because it makes them feel more safe, their ego overcompensating over some internal lack.

At least with the scenario they can control the narrative. It is known and comfortable. Because the alternative is unknown, it's wild, it's unpredictable, it's scary. They might lose control, you see? it all comes from fear. Fear of something being different. And jikook ARE different. Their relationship stands out a lot within the group.

And you know what I don't think they actually see the same things as we do when they watch jikook.

Because they made up their mind already, they made up their own story, their ego doesn't care what's actually real! They watch the content through their already skewed lense, and they are so sure they are right. So every single detail will be used to reinforce their belief. To say, "See, I am right! He said this, so they are not close! They can't be"

Ohhh, to what extent the ego would go to be right. You know I don't think they are even aware they are twisting things and making up lies (well of course some of them do) but I think the majority genuinely believe what they see is true. It's true because they absolutely want it to be true. They don't want jikook to be close, to have this special bond, because it doesn't align with their personal selfish desires. "I want JK with Tae!" "I want jikook dating girls and not boys!" "I want my fave to be this way instead!"

I think jikook truly unsettle them to their core. It triggers something inside that they don't want to look at, because it's uncomfortable, so they reject it entirely. They choose something else to believe in, because that makes them feel better. It's less dangerous.

That's why many tkkers are also homophobic, weirdly. They have this ship idea in their heads, but since their ship never happens on camera, they believe it exist somewhat outside of camera, outside of reality. It's a pocket where they can project any types of ideas within the relationship, they can explore their inner fantaisies, let their imagination run wild, and create what they want instead of what is. It escapism, it's dreaming, and it helps them cope with reality that is different.

Because the reality is that jikook have this incredible bond, here, tangible, real, with a incredible depth, and it makes them scared shit. Because that's not something they can control, because it is different, and actually gay. Like for real. Not in a hypothetical "what ifs" scandalous and a little taboo way. No, it's real. But it's so outside of their scope of what's "socially acceptable" that they simply will never accept it. "Because it's BAD" mind you. It's bad and wrong and shouldn't exist. Because they think righteousness is something else entirely. Because they believe their sense of right from wrong is correct.

Of course it's not.

Trying to reason with them is absolutely pointless. It will always be a battle of ego, or different perspectives clashing. These people will not change, it would be too scary to them.

I'm afraid jikook will absolutely never be loved by them the way they deserve. And the hate and the lies and the toxicity is always going to be here. Because you know how much time it takes to actually grow in awareness? To change beliefs? To evolve towards more love? Guys it could take several lifetimes no joke.

I get your sentiment anon, I do.

I think jikookers in general spend too much time fighting with all of them, because it frustrates us so much that jikook are not loved.

But forget it guys, our frustration will only grow if we focus on them too much. They are where they are at, these people. They can't see anything else. I'm not even sure they are able to. Ego and beliefs are so strong, it's very hard for someone to go against it.

They will never see it our way.

Oh, in an ideal world, everyone would love jikook and celebrate them.

But we are in a world where we're thrown with people on different levels of consciousness, and it's just something we have to deal with. It's not comfortable. It can be horrible. But that's just the way it is.

It all comes from fear in the end. Fear of something being different than you, fear of losing control, fear of the unknown.

These guys, beneath layers of piled up beliefs and lies and stories within their psyche, are just scared, that's all. And they might not be aware that they are.

Fear keeps them from seeing things from their heart unfortunately.

And overcoming fear is one of the hardest thing to do in this world.

So, don't be too frustrated with them. It sucks, yes. Of course I wish it would be different. Of course I would want them to *see the light* at some point, but it's not very realistic or easy. None of this situation is easy. People are very complex.

These people will remain here, battling for their ego, burning twitter with their hate, twisting things, making up lies. There's nothing we can do about it, they are here to stay. The only thing we can control is how we react to them. Because I see so many times jkkers also using animal names and insults, battling them with their own ego and hate, and that's just not it. It is so futile. It will never change anything. And we can be better than this. I'm not saying I have a magical solution, I don't. I think it's up to each individual to discern what's right for them in their heart.

In an ideal world, we would all come together in harmony, and praise and celebrate jikook's bond for what is it, something wonderful, magical, beautiful, and see it with our heart and soul, and bask in love and share it between ourselves, and just revel in the magnificence. All of us. How great that would be. It would be a little bit like heaven, right?

Well we're not in heaven anymore, and if we wanted that we would have stayed there and not come here on this earth. Here things will inevitably be flawed, because humans are not and never will be perfect.

But the best we can do is stay within groups of like-minded people, people sharing the same love for love, and create our own little paradise here to enjoy jikook's bond and celebrate it.

It will not be the world's, but it will be ours. Which is already something, I guess?

I went on a long tengent I'm sorry

I can't wait to see what the members will say after military. It's going to be very interesting. Haters are gonna lose their minds (which is funny at this point XD)

Let's each of us love and support jikook, for the people who can't. Let's share their love so it might touch somebody else's heart.

And do our best to be good humans, right?

No matter what happens.

Love you my fellow jikookers 💜

[epwritten]

could've been ~ l.m

"People change, it's up to them"

Description: In which you and Minho have an awkward conversation after the two of you broke up.

Word Count: 2K

Author's note: I was going to originally write this for Felix, but Lee Know kept coming in my head. So I said screw it, we're making this a Minho one shot. I hope you like it!

Additional note: college au, ex's, memories, 2nd pov ('you' format). Minho's a bit mean if that counts as a warning? Not necessarily a happy ending, but still content enough.

Hope you enjoy reading! <3

People changed all the time. It was a part of life.

This was the reminder you played over and over in your head as you made your bed that morning. Everyday was feeling numb and the same. You woke up at around 7 to the sound of your alarm. You took a shower and brushed your teeth. You got dressed. If you had an appetite you would usually make toast and have orange slices on the side. If it was like a day like today where you felt more numb that usual, you grabbed a protein shake and left the kitchen. You'd be out the house before your parents were awake, on your way to work, which you had to be in by 8:30.

You put music in your ears. Nothing like classic R&B or sad songs you loved, but something upbeat like pop or rap that would try to distract you from how you were truly feeling. Because if you were to listen to what you were really feeling there'd be problems and you couldn't afford that. Not when you were at least trying to get better and move on.

But the music choice would be good, you concluded as you turned up the volume. You also worked at the front counter at the campus gym. The place was upbeat anyway.

It wasn't until you arrived at the gym did you feel a harsh cold wind. Your hands flew to your arms as you hugged yourself, looking around in confusion. It was the start of spring, a chill day in April and yet you felt like you were trapped in a freezer.

You spotted Rob, one of your co-workers. He was nice, about a decade older than you, and the one that first helped you during your first few days at work.

"The air condition can't turn off. It's been on overnight at high." Rob told you. You noticed fog escaped his breath.

"Did you call someone?" You asked.

"Yeah, the HVAC technician should be here in an hour. The gym itself is not as cold, but I'm heading to a meeting upstairs and someone needs to stay at front desk while I'm out." Rob said. He shot an apologetic look, but you shook your head.

"It's fine, I can stay here I'll just-"

You stopped talking as a lightbulb went over your head. Your dad was a professor at the same college you attended and worked at, and he would be teaching a morning class. His class didn't start until 9, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go by now. So you had an idea.

You looked at Rob as you got out your phone. "I'll be fine. I'm going to ask my dad if he can drop off a hoodie for me." You said.

Rob nodded. "Okay, thanks a bunch." He gave a final smile before he left and headed up the stairs.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers cold as you typed. It was ridiculously cold and you absolutely needed to feel warmth immediately. The worse part of the whole thing was that you had a weak immune system. Anytime there were weather changes you had to be extra careful and take precaution so that you wouldn't be sick. And it would happen. You would always get the flu or something, but you didn't want to get it this time.

You varied between pacing behind the desk, putting your hands in your jean pockets, and hugging yourself. You felt goosebumps on your forearms and your teeth were slightly chartering.

Who in their right mind turned the air conditioner to the highest level anyway? It wasn't even a scorching day in August yet?

The usual Monday crowd strolled in. They signed in, made little small talk, and then headed straight to the weights. You tried to be as professional as you could, remaining focused on your work as you signed each person in. Maybe the cold helped with that for a bit, but it wasn't until a guy who came in with iced coffee or headphones around his ears did it make you think of someone.

When you were by yourself, you looked ahead, trying not to think about what would cloud your mind but you knew it would come eventually. Everything reminded you of him, but this place was a literal gym, if not THE gym he used to go to.

Now you weren't even sure where he'd go.

You took a deep breath, drumming the table as you closed your eyes and tilted your head just enough for your neck to crack. Satisfied, you did it on the other side too. There was no better feeling than to release unwanted stress and tension.

The door suddenly opened, and the warm air made you open your eyes. You smiled when you saw your dad in his classic suit and suitcase come in. You checked the time on your computer screen.

"You're here early." You commented. He would usually come about an hour later.

"I know, but when you say there's a broken air conditioning and they left you here to freeze in a t-shirt? That's not happening on my watch." He said, walking over to give you a side hug.

He felt your arm. "You're a block of ice!" He said shocked. You had to giggle at his concern.

"I grabbed the biggest hoodie I could find. It was in your closet." He said, handing you a grey hoodie that was slung over his shoulder.

You blinked, staring at it for a second as you slowly took it from his hands.

"Alright, I'm going to go over my lecture. You're all good now, right?" Your dad asked.

You nodded. "Yes. Thanks, dad."

He left the gym, shuddering as he opened the door. He turned and pointed to you on his way out. "Wear the hoodie immediately!" He yelled.

"Okay!" You said, shooting a thumbs up.

When the door closed, you sighed. You could feel the fabric, or check the design, or even smell the piece of clothing. But you didn't have to.

Because you still, even after all this time of distance, knew it wasn't your hoodie. It was Minho's.

You ran fingers through your hair as you sighed, looking at the grey oversized hoodie that was placed on the counter. How could have still had this? You thought you gave everything back.

But it had been months. Two months and seven days exactly (though who's counting?). Couldn't Minho have noticed on of his hoodies missing and asked for it back?

You sat in the stool now, still staring at what was once your blanket of memories. It wasn't your dad's fault, he didn't realized what he grabbed. The poor man probably read your text and ran without a second thought. He knew the breakup was hard, he would have never took Minho's hoodie for you to wear intentionally.

But here you were, now faced with this reality. You still had this one hoodie in your closet. And now you were freezing. You considered the options. You could wait until the technician guy came in, and just freeze for one more hour. By that point your fingers would go completely numb. But would it be worth it? What would be the point of that? If you were freezing, and there was a hoodie that was right in front of you, no one in their good mind would reject that.

But would they reject it if it was from their ex?

You let out a sigh but knew what you had to do. It was either your health, or nothing. It wasn't worth it to get sick just because you didn't use what would help you right there in the moment, even it was Minho's.

You took the hoodie that was starting to be chilly itself and then brought it over you to wear. An action you've done so many times, but you never thought there'd be a day when it caused you pain.

Once it was worn you suddenly remembered that it was a custom made hoodie that one of his friends got for his birthday. In small but still visible cursive print on the left side read the letters L. M.

You were now after breaking up with him, wearing his initials again.

This. Was. Torturous.

You put the hood of the hoodie over your head and pulled down the sleeves just slightly so you could continue working with sweater paws. You were grateful now that you were shivering anymore, and whatever feeling of soreness that wanted to start in your throat was now coming down. You knew it was way better to save your health. The technician would be here soon and you could take the hoodie off.

The busyness of the job came in shifts. One moment it would be slow, then out of nowhere, a while wave of people would come in. Each of the conversations were similar. They asked about the cold, you told them about the problem, they asked if the gym was closed, you told them they could still work out and the gym itself was fine. After the current wave you just passed (which dealt with way too much energy for a 9am) you finally had a chance to sit down. You mindlessly rested your head against the desk, wanting to be still for a moment. But after a few seconds your head jolted up.

The hoodie still smelled like him.

It was ridiculous. Maybe you were paranoid. You had washed this hoodie several times, how could you have smelled his scent?

You missed it. The natural one. You liked his cologne as well of course, but it was the snug moments where if you cuddled on the couch, and if you were wearing his clothes and he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, you would be surrounded by a fresh dove springtime smell. It immediately gave you the memories and you tried to now look at the computer, then down to the view of the gym, anything to get your kind off of it.

You weren't struggling as much as you once were, when the breakup was still a few days old. You weren't necessarily going to lie and say you were happy and all better, but you were just numb now. Numb to the feelings, and also numb to the memories. But now, as you sat in your ex boyfriend's hoodie, it was playing a bunch of tricks on your brain. Suddenly you were back there in the cold days. Suddenly you were back to falling asleep in his arms. Suddenly you were back to library dates with coffee. Suddenly you were back to watching his morning runs.

You shook your head and glanced at the clock. Just one more hour. Then you could take the stupid thing off.

Long minutes passed by but you were getting through your morning until the door chimed and opened once again. You looked up and instantly felt your heart drop.

Minho's friends from his dance club came through the door, and it wasn't long until you saw him in a black hoodie on top of cargo pants. His brown hair long and styled in a way that made you hate how good you thought he looked. He always looked good, but he wasn't yours to tell that anymore.

He was laughing, an iced coffee in his hand. Though you were confused. He had a class at this time. Why was he at the gym?

You kept your eyes down, trying to avert your gaze. They were headed in your direction. You weren't sure what Minho would do. Since the breakup you didn't see him much, but if you paths were to cross for whatever reason, you would pass by each other like strangers. Minho wouldn't glance in your direction and so you learned how to do the same thing.

But now for the first time in a while you were spotted, and making matters worse, in his hoodie. What would his friends think? What would he think? You hoped Minho wouldn't notice.

As the guys walked over to the counter, Minho was last in line. He had his phone with him scrolling away in disinterest as his straw was in mouth. You tried not to pay attention as you plastered a while.

It was semi awkward since most of the guys knew who you were. But you were all adults so you weren't about to make a scene. You signed them in and they smiled and said their thanks.

"Have a good workout." You wished, just as you did with everyone who's stepped in since the gym opened.

Now that Minho's friends left, you turned to the computer screen, typing his name. You could do this whole thing in silence, and as you see in the corner of your eye that Minho looked around the place and not at you, you expected that he would do the same.

That was until he placed his hand on the desk, leaning in.

"What are you doing?" He asked. His voice sounded slightly irritated.

Your hands typed fast and you willed yourself to be strong and not timid. You were bound to talk to him eventually.

"I'm working Minho, what does it look like I'm doing?" You finally looked up at his handsome face. "I need your card."

Minho's gaze fell at the hoodie. "Why are you wearing my hoodie? What do you think you're doing?"

You breathed deeply and slowly. "I don't know if you noticed this, but this air conditioning is on the highest level and I needed something to warm me up-"

"So you walk around wearing my freaking initials on your chest."

Minho took a step back and glanced at you. Was it disgust? Anger? Resentment? You couldn't even tell.

You blinked. "It's not like that. I didn't know about the air conditioner until I got here. I asked my dad to grab a hoodie on his way here and he found this one. That's all."

Minho rolled his eyes as he got out his wallet. "Sure."

"It's the truth." You said.

Minho didn't look like he believed. His eyes were elsewhere as he handed you his card and you swiped it on the machine. When you handed back his card, he looked at you once more.

"We broke up. And you're out here wearing my hoodie, that's not fair." He said, his voice low.

You scoffed, holding the hem of his hoodie. "Do you think I want to wear this? You think it's fun for me to go around wearing something from someone I'd rather have no business with? I don't like this. It's awkward, okay? But it was either this or freeze." You told him.

Minho shook his head. There was a look in his eye, though you couldn't tell what exactly he felt. You knew this was awkward for him. You placed yourself in his shoes. He, just like you, had a right to move on. But when you were wearing something of his, it was awkward. You knew that.

You just didn't like how he made it seem like it was your choice in the matter.

"Well, is someone coming to fix the air conditioner?" Minho asked.

You nodded. "In about an hour."

Minho gave a weird look. "You couldn't have waited until then?"

That was what made you ticked off. You shook your head, letting out a huff.

"Look, do you want me to take this off and give it to you? Because-"

"Calm down. You're already wearing it, I'm not gonna ask you to take it off, I'm not that vile. It's whatever. You can keep it. Or burn it later. Do whatever you want with it. I don't care." Minho said, taking his wallet and his coffee.

He walked away from the desk, leaving you staring at his retreating figure as he went on his phone. You sighed, covering your face in your hands.

You weren't the type that hated anybody, but you didn't understand him. And that caused an anger to build up. How could he stand there so disgusted, so bratty, so nonchalant, like he never once told you he loved you? As if you weren't the one he once shared everything with? Why was he so cold, when once all you felt was the warmth of being cradled in his arms? How could he interact with you like he never knew you when he once kissed every part of you? Was it not hurting him to stand there and pretend he didn't think of all the moments shared? Did he not miss it? Did he not miss you...like you missed him?

Minho once told you, during that times where you both were fighting a lot, that it wasn't over between you. There was still something, whether fate, force, or faith, that was keeping you both together by a thread. That even through the differences you both had, you would stay together because you were meant to be.

It wasn't until after everything that happened in the breakup did you realize in the learning curve was that the only thing meant for the two of you was to break up. You weren't the same. Not even close. He was different, you were different.

People changed all the time. It was a part of life. And soon you would get to the point of gratitude that he was no longer in your life anymore.

[mintyys-blog]

Peter Parker x Drug User! Reader: Relapse

WARNINGS: drug use, drug addiction

Peter always said she was the strongest person he knew.

It felt like a cruel joke now.

She had been doing so well. A hundred and twenty-six days clean. Peter kept track because she couldn’t bring herself to—counting days made it feel like something that could be lost, as easy as flipping a calendar page. But Peter had a way of making her believe in herself. He looked at her like she had already won, like he was proud of her just for waking up and choosing to fight again.

And she had fought. For him. For herself.

Until last night.

Her hands were shaking as she scrubbed the bathroom sink. It was already clean, but she needed something to do—anything to drown out the memory of it. The way her body had betrayed her, the way the needle had slipped under her skin like it belonged there, like it had never left.

She clenched her jaw and scrubbed harder.

She shouldn’t have called him. She should’ve known better than to expect him to drop everything for her. He had a life outside of being her personal safety net.

But she had been desperate. The panic attack had come out of nowhere, squeezing her lungs, making her hands go numb. She’d dialed his number on instinct, whispering, “Pete, I need you.”

And he had sounded so guilty when he told her, “I’m so sorry, I can’t. I—I’m stuck. But you’re okay, right? Just breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

She had tried. She really had. But the walls had kept closing in. Her thoughts had kept racing. Her body had remembered what it felt like to disappear into a high and forget everything else.

And so, she had.

A knock at the door made her jolt. Her heart pounded. She hadn’t told Peter to come over, had she? No—he would have texted first. She wiped her hands on her jeans, shaking off the nerves before opening the door.

Peter stood there, his brown eyes scanning her face like he could see right through her.

“Hey,” he said, offering her a soft smile. “I brought bagels.”

Her stomach twisted. She didn’t deserve this.

“Hey,” she echoed, stepping aside to let him in.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his warmth grounding her for a fleeting moment.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked, heading to the kitchen like he belonged there.

She forced a smile. “Better.”

It wasn’t a lie. The drugs were still in her system, keeping the worst of the withdrawal at bay. But she felt disgusting. Like she had stained something pure.

Peter grinned, pulling out cream cheese. “That’s my girl.”

His girl.

God, if he knew what she had done, he wouldn’t be saying that.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She had to stop. She would stop. Last night had been a mistake, a moment of weakness. She could get back on track.

But then the itch started.

It was subtle at first, just a whisper at the back of her mind. But as the hours passed, it grew louder.

By the time Peter had to leave for patrol, she felt like her skin was crawling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, pulling her into a hug.

She nodded, gripping the back of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

“I love you,” he murmured against her hair.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I love you too.”

And then he was gone.

She locked the door behind him and pressed her forehead against the wood, breathing heavily.

She could stop.

She just didn’t want to.

The cycle started again.

She was careful. Never too much at once. Never where Peter could see.

She started wearing long sleeves again, even though spring was creeping in. She bought eye drops, chewed gum, showered twice a day just to be safe.

And it worked.

For a while.

But Peter was too damn observant.

“You okay?” he asked one night, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger as they lay in bed. “You’ve been kinda… distant.”

She forced a chuckle. “Just tired.”

He hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t push.

She hated how good he was to her. Hated that she was lying to him.

But withdrawal was hell, and she was so, so tired of fighting.

She should have known it wouldn’t last.

Peter showed up unannounced one night, a worried crease between his brows.

“Your door was unlocked,” he said.

Her stomach dropped. She had been high when she got home. She must’ve forgotten to lock it.

“Sorry,” she muttered, stepping aside to let him in.

He didn’t move. His eyes flicked to her sleeve.

“You’re sweating.”

Shit.

“It’s hot in here,” she said quickly.

Peter’s gaze didn’t waver. “Take off your sweater.”

“Pete—”

“Take it off.”

Her breath caught in her throat. He never used that tone with her—firm, unyielding.

She swallowed hard and pulled the sweater off, leaving her in a t-shirt.

His eyes dropped to her arms.

To the fresh track marks.

His face went pale.

“How long?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

She wrapped her arms around herself, ashamed. “Peter—”

“How long?” he repeated, sharper this time.

She flinched. “A few weeks.”

His hands clenched at his sides. He took a shaky breath, like he was trying to keep himself together.

“You told me you were okay.”

Her throat burned. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me?” He let out a hollow laugh. “I don’t care about that! I care about you! You should have told me, I—I could’ve helped—”

“You weren’t there,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Peter’s face twisted in guilt.

She exhaled shakily. “That night. When I called you. I was—God, Peter, I was breaking. And you weren’t there. I know it’s not your fault, I know you would’ve come if you could, but I panicked and I—I caved.”

Tears welled in his eyes. “I should’ve been there.”

She shook her head. “No. This is on me. I made the choice.”

Peter reached for her, pulling her into his chest. “We can fix this,” he murmured. “You’re not alone in this, okay? I’m here. I’m always here.”

And for the first time in weeks, she let herself believe him.

Maybe she wasn’t too far gone after all.

[goodlucksnez]

Hey look another Greek Snzology fic! this time with everyone favorite O/dy himself. I needed to make this man suffer (more) I mean 20 years on the sea is going to wreak your immune system right?

hahaha so enjoy this fic

(Do NOT reblog to non-kink blogs, THANKS!!!!)

Rays of light shined through the window on Odysseus’s face. The aging man stirred, and slowly his eyes opened. As soon as he did he wished he had not. The air was still cool, and reluctantly Odysseus rose from the simple, wool-filled mattress, stretching to shake off the remnants of sleep. The scent of olive oil and bread from the previous night's meal lingers faintly in the air. If only Odysseus could smell it. As he inhaled he heard the rasp of his lungs, a crackling and sickly sound and coughed harshly and loudly. The sound alerted his wife who was still entangled in the sheets.

“My darling love, are you alright?” She rose from the bed and wrapped the shawl tightly around her. She quickly rushed to his side, holding his face in her hands and studying his face.

 “My king are you ill?” Her eyes sparked with the morning light, filled with concern and empathy. She continued as his eyes glazed over. “Should I fetch a healer, after all this time I cannot lose you again.” A sadness washed over her face, and she kissed his cheek feeling the heat radiating from him. Odysseus smiled, a foreign expression, it had been many months since he felt this at home. As he spoke his voice was hoarse and raspy. “My eternal love, how could I be anything but at peace? After all these years I have you by my side. My quest is complete. It is time for a new adventure, and I want it to be with you.” His face unwashed and stained with age took on a dazed expression. Penelope furrowed her brow at the look.

 “Odysseus what’s wrong, please tell me.” She pleads with him. He shakes his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. He tries to speak but no sound escapes his lips. Before Penelope can plead again Odysseus lurches forward, rocking his body against hers.

“Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh!”

“Bless you, my king!” She blushed. Ever since their courting days, he had hidden his aliments from her. Even now after all these years, he was still trying to avoid conflict. She smiled her eyes softening.  “Odysseus after twenty years, you are still the same man, I fell in love with.” Grabbing his arm, she leads him to the bed. “You deserve to rest, you have had a long journey, and I can wait a little longer.”

He resists and pushes her away. “Penelope I am okay, I do not have time to- Snf- to get- sick…”

He hitches and holds up a hand between them. As a precaution or a warning, Penelope is not sure. She stands back as he continues to hitch. She is amazed about how he seems to fight the urge with every fiber of his being until he is left gasping for air as if it will run out, before being thrown forward harshly.

“Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh!”

She starts but is cut off by another sharp inhale.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

“And again, okay love I am sure the servants can hear you from downstairs, let’s get you back into bed.”  She leads the sniffling man back to the bed and wraps another cloth around him. She takes in his depleted form. The large circles under his eyes. The way his breath comes in short shallow gasps, indicating he cannot breathe through his nose. And speaking of his nose, it was already turning slightly pink and running. She wished more than anything that this would be over quickly. After all she had just gotten him back and there was a lot to catch up on and run a kingdom at the same time. Even queens and kings do not take sick days. As she thought to herself she heard steps approaching. Her hearing over the last few years has increased in case of any unforeseeable incidents. She recognized the pace of the footsteps and stood as their son entered the room, without knocking, a bad habit he had picked up.

“I have you told time and time again to knock Telemachus.”

“I know but I heard a loud sound, and I got worried are you alright mom?” He quickly crossed the room looking around the chamber for any signs of danger. Penelope had to laugh.

“Oh, my sweet boy, no there is no danger.” She smiled and placed a hand on the shoulder, a comforting sentiment.

“Then what was-” his thought was interrupted by a sharp inhale.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

“That Telemachus is your father sneezing, much like you it can shake the castle. Your father has come down with a bad cold. Not surprising after the trials he went through but still, he needs rest. And the last thing you need is to catch a chill.”

Telemachus blushed but nodded and spoke softly. “I will see if the servants can make any of the herbal salve and bring it up, I hope you feel better-” he paused and took a shaky inhale. “Dad.” Before quickly turning on his heel and leaving, closing the door as he goes.

Odysseus who had been watching this exchange, sighed. It didn’t feel right. He felt like a spectator in his own home. As Penelope turned back she saw the man’s furrowed brow.

Odysseus spoke his voice raspy. “He still isn’t comfortable with me is he?” He said his voice was thick with congestion.

“It will take time, he loves you, I know he does just like I, it is just going to take some time. You are a stranger to him, but he will warm up to you” She assured him. Odysseus half smiled before coughing harshly into his hands. Penelope placed her hand on his back and more but for a moment he seemed to shudder away from the touch but still allowed her to rub his back.

“I love you, I have then, and I love you now.” She kissed him on the cheek and brushed the hair out of his face from where it was plastered with sweat. “Tell me please how you feel?”

Odysseus’ eyes, soft and warm, met Penelope’s, the distance between them filled with an unspoken connection. As she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he couldn't help but smile at how her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

 "My love” he began, his voice gravelly, "I've... caught a bad cold," he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers, searching for reassurance in those loving depths. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You silly man," she said affectionately. "You know I'd rather be here, taking care of you, than anywhere else."

Odysseus heart swelled with gratitude and love. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, and closed his eyes. "Thank you, love," he murmured. "For always being here."

“Thank you for returning.” Soon after he fell asleep, and she stayed next to him the whole time.

A few hours later, after she had returned from the well to fill a bucket with cool water, Odysseus woke up again.

Odysseus whined, sniffling hopelessly as his blocked-up nose whistled with congestion. He was more stuffed up than he’d have liked, and he couldn’t exactly sniffle it away.

“You sound congested,” she told him, a hint of worry coating her voice. She took note of his desperate, hitching breaths, quick to pull his face into her chest so they didn’t have to break position to find a handkerchief.

“I… ihh… huhhngh…” As Odysseus’s breath evened out through a deep, irritated sigh and wet sniffle, Penelope almost pulled away. But just as he finished considering it, suddenly- “Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh! TScHHZHHHtT!!”

“Bless you,” Penelope offered, shifting so Odysseus looked up at her as she gently cupped his cheek. She managed to just reach far enough to grab a couple of spare cloths and press it to Odysseus’s face. “Blow.”

Odysseus quietly blew his nose, coughing quietly. He whimpered, the sound resembling a sick puppy, as he geared up for more congested sneezes. “Huh… TZSCHHH’ihh! Ahht’sCHH’hehhh!! hn’GCKSHHHH’ehh!!”

“Elch,” he sniffled hopelessly, the desperate, miserable action doing nothing but make his nose hurt. “I know love, just rest. Your body is fighting,” She chuckled “Just like you were.”

 He replied with his gravelly voice. “Well let’s hope I don’t have this for ten…oh fuck.”

She barely had time to move let alone protect herself from the spray before he was rocking forward.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

He tried desperately to sniffle up the liquid seeping down onto his lip, to no avail. He wiped his nose on his wrist, sniffling again, which only caused a fit of miserably wet and chesty coughs.

“Ulchh… Ah’TschhHHH’uh! Hh’ahtSchHHuh! ‘TscHHHuhHh!!” He groaned, coughed and sniffled miserably.

“My love, you certainly have caught a bad cold. I mean the only other time I have seen you sneeze this much-.” She was interrupted by him.

 “Shhh my love doesn’t give my nose any ideas.”

She smiled and held him in a protective way cradling his head. He lay in repose his breath shallow and quiet. Penelope brushed the hair out of his face. A face she had missed for twenty years. It did not matter that he was sick, she loved him. More than anything, and after being apart so long, her heart ached with worry.

Now if only he could stop.

“Ahh’TscHHHI’Uew! ‘TtschHHUhh! ‘Hah’tSchHHih’hHEWW!!”

-sneezing.

“TschH’HIH’HEWW!! ah’TSCHhih’Heww!! ‘Ahh’TSCHhh’HIHh’uh!”

“Feel better?” She said after a few moments; the only sound was Odysseus sniffling.

Odysseus nodded, still trying to sniffle up the mess on his face. “It still itches.. it did’t… didhh.. he..hehhlp-TTschhHH’ihHEWW! Hah’Tschh’UHhew! Tsch’HUHEWW! Hah’TCHH’uiew!”

“Aw my love,” She muttered, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing at the wet and sticky mess on Odysseus’s face. “You look like you need some tissues,” she told him with a fond, yet worried smile.

Odysseus sniffled his thank you’s as she pressed a couple tissues to his uncomfortably wet face. He groaned after miserably blowing his nose, the sound almost as gross as it felt.

“Elchh…” Odysseus sniffled miserably as he geared up for another sneeze, squinting in anticipation.

“Odysseus?” Penelope frowned. “Are you gonna-”

“Tschh’HIEWW!! HAh’TSCHHiuh! Ahh’TSCHHuoo!”

Luckily, Penelope had his back, quickly throwing her hand in front of Odysseus’s face to cover his face with tissues after the first sneeze.

“Ugh,” he groaned, sniffling even after he miserably blew his nose again. “I hate this.”

“I know,” Penelope sighed. “But I’m here to help get you through it.

He smiled sheepishly for a moment. After all these years she was just as kind. Even if he was a completely different person then the one she knew. She still cared for him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and went to speak but Penelope stopped him.

“Sneeze first then talk.” She warned. He raised his eyebrows in confusion before his breath hitched his throat.

"Hh'Ah'tSchh'hiHHEW! Ahh'TscHhh'iEWW!! 'Hh'TSCHHEWWww!! TtscHh'HOO!!" Odysseus sneezed into cupped hands, miserably trying to sniffle up the mess this made.

"Bless you..." she sighed, wrapping an arm around the shaking man.

"Ahh'TSCHhh'h!" He turned to her side with a wet sneeze that had her audibly and visibly shuddering.

“Bless you again love.”

He sniffed back congestion and sighed before laying down on the pillow. She hummed softly and before long he was snoring a sound she would never tire off.

-the end-

[liquidstar]

Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting

[oleanderspride]

Y’know sometimes I forget that it is Not a good idea to talk mental health stuff with my mom because This Is My Mom We’re Talking About 9 times out of ten reasoning with her is like talking to a brick wall

[sadgirlautumn]

I’m currently very upset about the American healthcare system. Like I hope they know that they are making people actively sicker 🫶

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[chewablepebbles]

If this is a pimple forming on my hand I am going to tear my body apart until I find the tumor with my own wretched fingers

[carrotpiss]

🐰🧡🐻

[rcsebane]

i'll never get over the trope of two characters who are clearly into each other, but are not quite aware of it yet, until they fight each other / spar together. and it's all fun and games until one of them gets pushed down / their back faces a wall / both end up stumbling and falling - whatever possible scenario - their faces end up being just inches away from one another, at that point they no longer can deny the sudden "shit i'm in love" realization when their eyes finally meet

[gailynovelry]

First day in a while that I’ve gotten genuine writer’s block! The brain is not focusing. Might be that I’ve got only about six chapters of Ember Warrior left, and that does kind of mean that only the chapters I was nervous about and putting off are left. Maybe I will have better luck after sleeping on it though!

[coridallasmultipass]

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