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mod-kyoko · 6 months ago

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phone calls w/ kokichi oma

fandom: danganronpa

tags: drabble(?), fluff, reader is g/n, established relationship

a/n: happy belated birthday, kokichi

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kokichi oma does not like phone calls. or texting, even. he prefers irl interactions. so when you call him he always makes sure to answer with an audible sigh. dramatized, of course. and truthfully, even though you're the only one he can stand calling, it still tanks his social battery.

you, on the other hand, love calling your boyfriend. at the end of a busy day, all you want is to hear his voice, and laugh at his silly antics. it's hard to tell whether his exaggerated moaning and groaning about being on the phone is real, because he has said before he doesn't like talking over the phone.

one time you had a particularly bad day. you spilled your favorite drink all over yourself, dropped your food on the kitchen floor, tripped and fell over. pretty much every tiny bad thing that can happen to a person happened to you that day. though they were little things, every inconvenience piled on top of your heart until it felt like it would collapse. at the end of the day when you'd fulfilled all your responsibilities, and could finally relax, you flopped over on your bed, phone in hand.

it rang three times before your boyfriend answered, and greeted you with the usual "y/nnnn, what do you want?? i was about to go to bedddd.."

any other day and you would disregard his whines, but this time his complaints only weighed heavier on your heart, and it might have well been your breaking point.

"kokichi!" you couldn't help raising your voice as the rage boiled over. "i had a really bad day, and all i wanted was to hear your voice! because..." your voice cracked, and before you knew it tears were spilling down your cheeks. you audibly hiccuped into the phone. "because hearing your voice makes me feel better! that's all i wanted. but if you don't want to talk then i'll go. good night."

you left him no chance to respond, and he was silent during your tirade. after jabbing the end call button, you tossed your phone across your bed and shoved your head into the pillow. the cushion muffled your cries and covered your ears, and because of that you almost couldn't hear the ringing from the other end of your bed.

"ugh, who is it..." hastily wiping your tears, you retrieve your phone, and gawk at the screen. the caller id shows that kokichi is calling you. kokichi, who has never dialed a number in his life, was calling you back. with a sniffle, you answered the call, and waited for him to speak.

"y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't know that phone calls were so important to you. although, if you wanted to hear me talk, you should have just said so. i guess i don't mind gracing you with the opportunity to listen to my perfect, angelic voice."

his apology might have turned egotistical, but you knew he genuinely cared. a chuckle escaped you, and you leaned back into your comfy bed.

"i really do love the sound of your voice, i could listen to it for hours. it's so soothing," you knew this would only inflate his self-image, but you had to let him know. soon enough, your muscles relaxed and you sank into your mattress.

"say less! how about i tell you about my day? i had the best idea for a prank, and actually pulled it off! my victim was keebo. god, he's so dumb i can't believe he fell for it!"

as you listened to him ramble, you felt your eyelids droop. your body was ready to get some sleep, and you figured kokichi wouldn't mind if you fell asleep during the call. he would probably be excited to get off.

"and so i pulled the string, and he chased after the dollar like a dog! what an idiot! apparently robots can't run really fast, so i ran away with the dollar. watching him slouch over in defeat and give up was gold. oh! i got it on video! i'll send it to you."

by the time he finished his story, you had already dozed off.

"y/n?" he called out. "y/n?" he was met with silence again. "oh, you're asleep." he lowered his voice into a whisper. "i guess i'll go to sleep too." those were the last words he said that night, before the both of you were asleep.

the next morning, when you awoke and grabbed your phone to look at the time, you realized that neither of you had ended the call, and were delighted to hear kokichi's low snoring on the other end.

your face heated up at the thought of kokichi left leaving the call going all night just for you, that he was so vulnerable to sleep next to the phone with you. you didn't want it to end, so you put the phone down and closed your eyes, listening to his steady breathing.

all-night phone calls became a frequent occurrence between the two of you after that.

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-mod kyoko

#mod kyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #kokichi oma #kokichi #kokichi x reader

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pomegranateboba · 9 months ago

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Hey, Pompom! I know you're not very good with angst, but can I get the ArTw men who were so busy that they forgot MC's birthday? This is more of an angst with a happy ending.

MC was just in their best outfit, waiting for the special surprise from the LI for their birthday. But after waiting for so long and realizing they forgot, MC cried in their bedroom. As they cried, the LI walked in on them crying. And after some apologies and talking, they make up for the missed birthday the next day. That's all, thank you and goodnight! <33

Ohhh shittt that's sad (AND ONE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY TOO) Okay we can do this lmao

When the boys forgot Summoner's birthday

Arcturus

Another banquet was coming up, so he was really busy the whole day

Everyone kept dragging him around to do work, so he didn't even get time to talk to you

You tried to talk to him in those little moments where he wasn't moving around, but he brushed you off and went back to work

He went to go find you when you didn't show up for the banquet that night, and he saw you crying in your room

It suddenly occurred to him what he had forgot, he could have sworn something was bugging him throughout the day

He felt so bad ;(

He immediately ran up to hug you and started apologising profusely

He didn't mean to forget, sorry Summoner :(

You both cuddled for the rest of the night as an apology

He spent the rest of the following day with you, doing whatever you want to compensate for the time you both missed yesterday

He did bring you to the greenhouse to have a small walk, and so that he can show you his plants

Baked a little cake together to share

The 2 of you stayed up again to watch the stars together on the field outside the Neb Aula while Arkcy knitted a little beanie for you

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. Love you <;3"

Spica

Do I even need to explain, this man is busy 25/8

But today he was particularly busy (isn't he always though?) so he was too caught up in paperwork to talk to you

You did try to text, but he left you on delivered

Well he left everyone on delivered, but it still hurt that he didn't answer you anyways

It was only until he finally picked up his stella tab and checked the messages then he realised

He put down all his work and rushed to the Neb Aula, and to your room, where he found you in tears

Was incredibly guilty for not remembering your birthday

He sat by your side as he apologised, slowly lulling you to sleep, stroking your hair as his gentle voice coaxed you to sleep

He left once you fell asleep, where he rushed back to his office to finish as much work as possible, so that he can have more free time to spend with you tomorrow

Not a single paper was touched the very next day, his beloved Summoner would always come first

He brought you out to a museum, then to do whatever you wanted for the rest of the day

Got you a personalised necklace, and put it on for you

You 2 shared a little cupcake at a cafe

"You never fail to make me happy, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Alpheratz

Why would Alpheratz be busy? He literally runs away from responsibility (and Spica)

Unfortunately, this was not one of those days where he would be free enough to lie around

Spica made him compensate for the missed work, so he was too busy to see you

You tried to talk to him, but you couldn't even find him around the school, he was moving around too much

He was on the way to bed when he heard crying from your room

Which was when he realised

He actually felt really bad, had he been neglecting his beloved?

He knocked and went in, apologising and explaining his situation to you

You made him stay and sleep with you, and he willingly did, so you cuddled

He brought you out to shop, letting you get whatever you want

Took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner

He was a little unsure of what to get you, but he got you an oversized sweater from the same shop he buys his own clothes at

"I know this is for you, but I'm really happy too. Happy belated birthday, Summoner."

Pollux

You both normally see each other a lot, since you 2 take pretty much the same classes

But there was a huge project during this period of time for one of your classes, and unfortunately you both weren't partnered

You and your project partner finished up really quickly, but Pollux took a longer time

You tried talking to him, but he always shooed you away, very focused on his own project

His partner gave you an apologetic look, mouthing a 'happy birthday' to you

It was nice that his partner somehow knew and wished you a happy birthday, but the fact that it was them and not Pollux made you sad. Did he forget?

Nearing night, Poll had finally finished up. He immediately ran up to your room, where he found you in tears

His partner had reminded him that it was your birthday, and he felt so bad. How could he had forgotten? He was looking forward to this day as much as, if not more, than you were

He also burst into tears when he saw how sad you were, apologising over and over again for forgetting

Eventually you both (mostly Pollux, he was more sad than you were) calmed down, and you fell asleep in each other's arms

The next day, he brought you out to a fair that was taking place, and you 2 spent the whole day there

He got you a stuffed polar bear that he won from a shooting game, as well as a huge collection of other things you both won from other games, but the polar bear was your favourite

You 2 shared candy from a huge pile that Pollux got from a shop

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I promise I won't forget next time!"

Vega

This is where the actual angst begins, the ones above are nothing

Vega would be the last person to ever forget your birthday, there is a 99.9% chance he would remember, because why would he not?

Unfortunately for you both, this was that 0.01%

Vega had came back from a failed mission, which made him extremely salty

He refused to interact with any living being, which included you

You tried talking to him, but he always cut you off, asking you to leave him alone and go away, acting like how you both first met when you first ended up in the boundary

You were extremely hurt by this, you never expected Vega to be so cold to you at this point of time

Eventually you gave up on trying to talk to him, and you went back to your room

In truth, he was extremely bothered by the fact that he had forgotten something, and the failed mission only worsened his mood

He didn't want to look bad in front of you, afraid that you wouldn't like him anymore for messing a mission up, afraid that he was too incompetent to be your protector, to be yours

It was near midnight when he finally remembered what he forgot, and he sprinted to your room, where he found you already asleep, but the tear streaks were evident on your face

Vega's heart clenched at the sight. You had waited for him, even tried to remind him, but all his did was shoo you away

And that night, Vega cried outside your door

How undeserving he was, not to remember the one day that meant so much to you. How could he call himself your best friend, your significant other, if he couldn't even remember something as simple as your birthday?

He went back to his own room, tears streaming down his face. What a terrible person he was, to be so cold to you, even after all you 2 have been through. How could he ever earn your forgiveness for such a horrible act? How could he repent his sins?

The next day, you woke up feeling a little better from yesterday, still sad though, so you went to find Vega

Vega was already awake when you found him waiting at the lobby of the Neb Aula

He brought you to an empty field, where he had prepared a picnic for you (with Arcky's help, he had no idea how to do this on his own)

You both spent the day together at the field, eating the food prepared or simply frolicking around (or you dragging Vega around)

He got you a small music box, its gentle melody had reminded him of your time back in Mid Earthium as kids

"Happy belated birthday Summoner. I love you, and I hope you do too."

Sirius

Sirius is also very unlikely to forget something like this, knowing his personality

But somehow, he did.

He was off doing...actually you didn't know, and neither do I. Whatever shady sorcerers do, I guess

You couldn't find him throughout the day. And he didn't seem to have his stella tab on him, because he wasn't answering your calls. Unless he was ignoring you of course

He hadn't remembered, mostly because he doesn't really celebrate his own birthday

He's been around since Polaris, and after resetting the timelines so many times, altering time so many times, he wasn't even sure how old he was anymore

It was all for you, of course. But he was so focused on his main plan to save you, that he forgot little things here and there. And your birthday was one of those little things

It finally occurred to him what day it was, and he rushed back to Contell immediately, coming into your room through your window, which was conveniently left unlocked for him

It was really late, it wasn't even your birthday day anymore, it was like 2 in the morning of the next day

He found you already asleep, but he could tell you were crying just before this

He sat on an armchair by your bed and as he watched you sleep, Sirius questioned his entire existence

How did he forget that it was your birthday? He should have known, people who aren't sorcerers don't live as long as those chosen by the constellations. Just because he felt that his own birthday wasn't important, doesn't mean that yours wasn't either. In fact, it was all the more even more important

Then he remembered the times you had actually celebrated his birthday with him, as well as other little events he himself didn't even know were things, or simply just hanging around him and going out

No one else he knew did that with him, except Polaris. Which made him love you more. The 2 people whom had cared and loved him so much. He knew he couldn't save Polaris, they had gone too far to be saved. But it wasn't too late for you. And even if he couldn't, the least he could do, is make the time you spent with him the best your ever had

The next day, you found Sirius asleep on the armchair in your room

He took you out (on a date, he doesn't need to shoot you twice.) to a play, one in which he had written the script.

And for the rest of the day, the 2 of you just hung around, and you didn't mind Sirius bringing you around to places you didn't know even existed. But that was what you liked about him, wasn't it?

He brought you back to your room and tucked you in.

He didn't get you anything, claiming that his presence was your present. But you found yourself cuddling a plush of a black dog, with a familiar ribbon tied around its neck when you woke up the next day

The window was left slightly ajar.

"Sweet dreams, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Rigel

I'm feeling a little extra today (and I don't want to do linear graphs yet) so here you are @tophatmaker

He is the clan leader of Queen Tet. He swears his own clan is out to drive him insane (they are)

Like Spica, he is consistently busy. And today, Queen Tet was involved in a prank targeted towards Tharaval

He was too busy cleaning up the mess and yelling at his clanmates to remember that it was your birthday

You were shooed away when trying to talk to him

He only realised late at night when he was about to finally go to bed and get some sleep

He went to your room, where he found you sitting on your bed, silent tears streaming down your face

He was very guilty, though you couldn't really read his expression

He made it a point to punish his clan a little harsher for making him forget such an important event (rip Pollux and Sirius)

You couldn't really blame him though, because you knew about the clan-wide prank and understood that Rigel had to clean up his clan's mess

Didn't really make you any less sad that he forgot though

Still, he comforted and explained to you, apologising for forgetting

The next day, he made sure that Queen Tet was running laps around the school under supervision of Spica before bringing you out to walk

He allowed you to go on a shopping spree as an apology, rip his credit card

He took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner, where once again you abused his credit card. He's internally dying, but it's for you, his beloved Summoner. So all is forgiven

Got you a bracelet, one that you had pointed out to him because it had reminded you of him

The 2 of you shared an ice cream sundae together to end the day

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I hope you had fun today."

I got carried away for Vega and Sirius, I think there's more angst than happy ending 💀 Ehhhh whatever.

Remember to hydrate yourself and now I have to do linear graphs wish me luck

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight rigel #arcana twilight headcanons

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year ago

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hi :3 my 23rd birthday is tomorrow and if you have time/requests are open may I please have a set for Copia (or all da papas I’m just a Copia girly) celebrating his s/o’s birthday? I love your work and thank you so much for considering 💓

Happy belated birthday!! Sorry I didn't answer sooner, been busier than I thought I would be oops. I hope you had a wonderful birthday anon <3 very slightly suggestive so minors DNI. There's no smut, but all the same minors please scroll away (also tysm anon, it makes me super happy knowing that people enjoy my work <3)

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Primo isn't someone who usually celebrates his own birthday, but he will absolutely celebrate yours with you

You'll wake up to one of his ghouls giving you breakfast in bread with your favourite tea blend or coffee that Primo has made especially for you

He'll have his ghouls also put up a couple of streamers and some balloons to mark the occasion

Expect to receive the biggest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers that he's grown himself and put together in a beautiful arrangement just for you

It's a quiet celebration with just you, a few of your friends, Primo, and his ghouls out in the abbey gardens

The main gift he'll give you is a day trip to a luxurious spa owned by the Ministry. I'm talking massages, sauna, manicure, pedicure, whatever services you want all for free because he's paid for it all

At the end of the day, he'll run you a hot bath with some bubbles, scented candles, and relaxing music. You both relax in the bath together as you wind down after a calm but intimate birthday celebration

You'll both fall asleep together in bed watching a film, snuggled up beneath the covers

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Another Emeritus brother who will throw a small but intimate celebration

Well, during the day that is

The daytime celebration is you, him, his brothers, and your friends getting together for a lunch that he's planned out meticulously and curated just for you so that it's all your favourite foods and drinks

Practically buries you under gifts that he's either bought or had made for you over the past year. Absolutely spoils you rotten

He then takes you and some friends out clubbing at one of the Ministry owned clubs for the nighttime celebration

Reserved the VIP section especially for the occasion

He gets very touchy but doesn't go any further than lingering touches or pulling you into his lap to kiss you

That's being saved for when the two of you are alone later in the night nudge nudge wink wink

𝐓𝐞𝐫��𝐨

I think a lot of people would assume that he'll wake you up on your birthday for certain bedroom activities to celebrate

And don't get me wrong, if that's what you want then he's up for that

But he actually lets you sleep in and when you do wake up you're met with a bedroom decorated with so many balloons and streamers and banners that you wonder for a moment if you've woken up in an alternate dimension

Terzo didn't get to celebrate birthdays much growing up as the youngest of the Emeritus brothers, especially with a father like Nihil, so he wants to go all out and make yours special

He spent hours in the kitchen after decorating and before you woke up baking you a birthday cake

It's your favourite cake, covered with your favourite colour and flavour of icing, and the words "happy birthday, tesore" written on top

Most of your day is going to be spent opening the ridiculous amount of presents he got you

A lot of the presents are homemade things, such as a photo album stuffed full of photos of you and him and your friends. He wanted you to have gifts that felt special and personal, so a lot of his time over the past month or so was spent making and putting the gifts together

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

One thing you need to know about Copia: he is party planner extraordinaire

After spending many years being the one to organise all the Ministry functions and parties, he could probably retire and become an events planner whenever he doesn't want to be Papa anymore

Your birthday starts with you waking up to him softly singing to himself as he puts little party hats and costumes on his rats, wearing his own party outfit of a sparkly jacket in your favourite colour and a matching party hat

The party he's organised for you is breathtaking and everyone in the Ministry as well as your friends are in attendance

He struggled on deciding what to get you for your birthday, so he's bought a variety of gifts in the hopes that you'll like them

You might have to reassure him that you'll love any gift he gets you because he's so anxious about impressing you and making you happy

When the party is over and you're both back in your room, he does have another surprise for you

He gets his Papal paints out and paints his own makeup on your face. It's a very special and intimate act for a Papa and his partner that's almost like a ritual, so him doing this with you is an incredibly intimate and meaningful act that shows his love and commitment to you

#primo #papa emeritus i #secondo #papa emeritus ii #terzo #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #headcanons #headcanon requests

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nordlichtgeschichten · 2 months ago

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Left! Other Left!

"Slightly" belated story for @flufftober Day 2 - "Left! Other Left!"

Svantje, Fenja, and Peer just want to get some rest, but directions turn out to be a hassle...

POV: 3rd Person Warnings: None Word Count: 818 words

Svantje yawned, her hands gripping the steering wheel a little more tightly. "I could have sworn we should already be there…” She looked into the dark, but found nothing but street and other cars. “Fenja, can you check the map? If it'll take us much longer, we should probably find a place to stop for the night."

"Sure, hang on." Fenja opened the glove box to hunt for it. "I think there's a hotel not far from here, if we need it, but I'll check. Ah, there we go!" She grabbed for the map, but just as she was about to fish it out, Svantje hit a bump in the road, sending the map tumbling down to the leg room. "Shoot."

"Sorry. Can you reach it?"

"Yeah, no problem." Fenja briefly glanced at Peer, but they were still fast asleep on the back seat, sparing her from a comment. It took a few moments before Fenja managed to grab one of the map’s corners, and pulling on it did tear the map a bit, but finally, she got it back into her hands. "All right, hotel, hotel... Ah. We've got to—" As she was talking, they drove straight past an intersection. "—Well, not go there now, I guess. Hang on. Oh! All right, take a left up there, then we can circle back to it!"

"Thanks." Svantje gave Fenja a brief smile and turned on the blinker, soon rounding the corner and turning left.

"No, no, the other left!"

Svantje slowed down a little, but honking from a car behind her immediately forced her to speed up again. "Well, too late for that now. Doesn't seem like I can turn around here, either. Is there any way to get back coming up?"

"Uh, let me see... Or, well, I'd try to, but I can't even find this street on the map. Maybe it's new. Or just too small." Fenja looked for a few moments longer, then folded the map and stuffed it back into the glove box. "Maybe if you can take two rights somewhere? Or two lefts, whatever comes first."

Svantje nodded. "I'll try."

And she surely would have, if the road had offered any turns at all. Instead, though, it just became more narrow, twisting around a pond and then following a small brook. There were no street lamps lining this road, either, the only light coming from the moon and stars, and from the few other cars that shared the road with Svantje.

Finally, it offered a left turn, and Svantje took it. Now, she was the only car around, and the only source of light down here. Now they only needed another left turn. Or maybe a chance to turn around, but the street just went on and on.

Svantje yawned again.

"Hey, do we still have the tent in the car?" Fenja asked. "There's some free space over there. You need a break, Peer's already asleep, and I could really use a chance to stretch my legs."

"I think so.” Svantje glanced over to Fenja and smiled. “You’re right, let’s stop for the night."

The road was empty aside from them, but Svantje still turned on her blinker before turning into a tiny dirt path leading away from the main road and to a grassy hill. A few meters away, she parked and turned off the engine; silence spread in a way it only could when a noise you didn't even notice anymore suddenly vanished.

It didn't stay silent for long, though, since only a few moments later, Peer moved in the back seat. "Are we finally there...?"

"Not quite," Svantje answered and unbuckled her belt. "But we'll stay here for tonight."

Peer yawned and unbuckled their belt, too. "Fine. Like, in the car?"

"No, in the tent. Remember when we went camping a few weeks ago?" Fenja laughed. "I think we never got around to taking it out."

All three got out of the car almost in sync, then stopped. It was a warm night, not a cloud in sight, allowing them to see countless stars, sparkling like diamonds.

"Wow." Peer was the only one who said anything at all for a few moments, until Svantje couldn’t help but yawn again.

Fenja smiled. "All right, let's get everything set up before you two fall asleep on your feet. We can look some more afterwards."

Svantje nodded and opened the trunk of the car. They set up the tent quickly, despite all three of them frequently pausing to gaze up again, still spellbound by the brilliant sparkles above. Afterwards, they sat on the grass in front of their tent, huddled together and just looking into the night sky, until Peer just about fell asleep right then and there.

With the stars above them, even separated by the tent roof, they slept better that night than they would have in any hotel.

#my writing #short stories #flash fiction #flufftober2024 #flufftober 2024 #october prompts #fluff #Svantje (Short Horror Story OC)#Fenja (Short Horror Story OC)#Peer (Short Horror Story OC)#<- This is not horror they were just originally made for a short horror story y'know #Gotta find other tags for them someday

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arrowflier · 3 years ago

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if you still take prompts: ian coming out to the rest of the gallaghers causally or dramatic i'm just curious how he'd do it

It's been a bit but I'm thinking the show gave us Fiona, Lip, Frank, and sort of Monica? So I went with the other siblings and an extra

Clayton

He didn't mean to come out to Clayton. His dad? His uncle? Well, whatever he was, he didn't need to know that Ian dreamed about muscled biceps and short dark hair and sinking his teeth into the back of strong shoulders.

Unfortunately, Clayton happened to stop by the house just in time to see Mickey leaving it wearing Ian's shirt, the neck stretched out enough to show off an impressive hickey on the side of his own.

Mickey had scurried off with nothing but a glare--and a double bird when Clayton didn't avert his eyes quick enough--but the damage was done.

"One of your sister's boyfriends?" Clayton asked lightly, maybe serious, maybe giving him an out.

Ian knew he should take it. Mickey would kill him if he ever found out he hadn't, even if Clayton had no idea who he was.

He should have taken the out.

But he didn't.

"No," he answered simply, "one of mine," and watched his something's eyes widen.

"Oh, um." Clayton coughed. "Well, it seems like a bad time, so I'll just..."

He backed away down the sidewalk. His clean shoes scraped against cracked concrete, his neatly hemmed trousers just skirting the dirt.

"Yeah," Ian said, "Okay."

And he pretended it didn't hurt when Clayton walked away. Why should it? The man was nothing to him anyway.

Debbie

It was early afternoon on a summery Tuesday, after Ian got home from an early shift. Debbie was sitting on the front steps as he walked up, idly braiding yellow dandelions into a crown.

"Hi Ian," she said as he tried to sneak past, "you're late."

Ian winced, halfway up the stairs, looking down at her fair red head.

"You keeping a calendar or something?" he asked, reaching down to ruffle her hair.

She pulled out of reach, and frowned up at him, green stems twisting between her fingers.

"I do when you were supposed to help with the daycare pickup," she countered, and oh. Oops.

Ian sighed, and turned to plop down on the step next to her.

"Right," he said lowly. "Sorry, Debs."

He put an arm around her shoulders, and she hunched over, but let him.

"What were you doing?" she asked, eyes on her hands.

Ian shrugged, the movement making her sway in the curve of his arm.

"Nothing," he tells her. "Just hanging out."

"Are you cheating on Mandy?" she asked suddenly, going stiff, and he stared at the side of her head in shock.

"What?" He says. "No, why would you ask that?"

"Because she came over to help me when you didn't show up," Debbie muttered, "so I know she didn't give you that hickey."

Ian's free hand flew to his neck, slapping over the spot Mickey had bit a little too hard less than twenty minutes before.

"Uh..."

"You are cheating," Debbie said morosely. "I knew it. Boys are all awful."

She started to rise, flowered weeds falling from her hands to the steps. Ian had only a split second to think, to decide, and then he was pulling her down again by a thin arm.

"I'm not cheating," he forced out as she collapsed back down with a huff. "No, really," he insisted when she rolled her eyes. "It's more complicated than that."

Debbie raised her eyes to his, then looked down again, biting her lip.

"Is it because you're gay?" she asked, and the wind went out of him again.

"Do you even know what that means?" he questioned, gathering himself.

"I go to public school," Debbie answered with a huff. "Of course I know what it means."

Right. Fair enough.

"Yeah," he admitted on an exhale. "Yeah, it's because I'm gay."

"Does Mandy know that?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, she does." Then he rubbed a hand over his face. He had to ask. Had to know how he had given himself away.

If not for himself, for Mickey, who had just gotten over their last scare.

"How did you know?"

"Mandy," was the unexpected answer. "Carl is always drooling over her, it's gross. But you look at her the same way you look at me."

And what a thing to be outed over. Being a decent guy.

But at least he didn't get Mickey outed with him.

His heart rate settled, and Debbie settled against him. She picked up her half finished flower crown, and set it on his lap.

"You finish that one," she ordered. "For your boyfriend."

Ian took it with a fragile smile, and didn't bother to correct her.

Carl

Carl had a lot of questions when he came back from care. Questions he liked to ask indiscrimate of time, place, or person. Questions that really weren't appropriate for the dinner table, with the full family around, right after they had all dished up.

"Does gay sex hurt?" he questioned absently, dragging his fork through the mess of gravy-covered meatloaf on his plate.

The table went quiet, except for the sound of Lip choking on lukewarm beer.

"Well?" Carl asked, directed toward Lip this time as the one with the greatest reaction. "Does it?"

"Asking the wrong brother," Lip muttered under his breath, and Ian kicked him under the table.

"Lip," Fiona hissed, then looked apologetically at Ian. As if that were somehow less obvious.

"Why are you asking that?" she directed to Carl, and the boy shrugged.

"Saw some videos at that fancy house," he told her. "The guy seemed to like it in one of them, but in the other one he was crying."

Fiona hesitated, eyes going to Debbie, to Liam. To Ian again.

"Well," she started, "they probably just--"

"Yeah, it can hurt," Ian cut in, suddenly feeling tired. Tired of lying, tired of hiding, tired of everything. "If you don't do it right."

Carl's attention was on him immediately, and so was everyone else's. Except Liam's, at least.

"Have you done it?" Carl asked eagerly, leaning over the table toward Ian.

Ian shrugged.

"Yeah."

Like it was no big deal. Like his heart wasn't racing. Like he wasn't thinking of what had happened the last time he said it out loud.

Carl's face twisted as he came to a belated realization.

"Does that mean you're gay?"

"Yeah," Ian said again, and held his breath.

Carl nodded.

"Okay," he said, looking back to his food.

And...it was.

No one continued the conversation. No one even looked at him again. And Ian felt himself relax, felt himself calm...until Carl spoke up again.

"Is that why you always hung out with Mickey?" he asked, and the blood drained from Ian's face.

"No," he answered shortly, then pushed back, the legs of his chair squealing on the floor. "Mickey isn't gay."

He looked back on his way up the stairs, ignoring Fionas outstretched arm as he passed.

"And don't ever let him hear you say that," he added, "or he'll kick your face in, too."

Months later, when Ian was back, Carl asked him again, in his own way.

"Is Mickey gay?" as he walked up to the makeshift pull up bar in the doorway. "Do you love him?"

And Ian wanted to answer, that time. He really, really did.

But he honestly didn't know anymore.

"I like the way he smells," he said instead, and ignored the way his stomach clenched when Mickey glared on his way to the bathroom.

Liam

It's not like he ever told Liam, not really. At least, not in any way that counted.

He didn't really have to; Liam had grown up in the middle of it all.

He had been there when Mickey stayed, the first time. Sat watching them wake up in a too-small bed, share the bathroom, share breakfast, share all of it.

He had been there when Ian left, too. Gone to live with Mickey in the dreaded Milkovich house. He'd still seen him plenty--stroller rides with Yev, the odd babysitting gig--but more often than not, Mickey had been there too.

And when Mickey was gone, and Ian found others, it just didn't seem so important.

By the time Caleb came around, and then Trevor, he just figured Liam kind of knew. Obviously he knew when the whole Gay Jesus thing happened.

But they had still never talked about it.

"You love Mickey?" Liam asked when they were both back. When he wandered past their bedroom to see Mickey sound asleep under the covers, head pillowed in Ian's lap as Ian tapped away at his phone.

Ian was transported. To another time, a different brother, a different self that couldn't say the words.

He could say them now.

"I do," he answered, voice soft but sure, hand stroking through Mickey's hair as the other man hid his face against Ian's thigh.

Liam shrugged.

"Okay."

Simple. Anticlimactic.

Perfect.

And maybe they didn't need to talk about the specifics. Because it wasn't about Ian anymore, that he was gay. It was about them: Mickey and Ian. Together, no matter what their labels were.

That was how Ian wanted to be see, now. As part of a whole.

Mickey mumbled against him, and Ian looked down, and smiled.

He'd never have to come out alone again.

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years ago

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Heya! I know you’ve done 3 soulmate fics now, but with the sort of angsty feel with Mimi-ya’s request I was wondering if a Katakuri x reader, in regards to the age difference he had given up hope that it was even possible for him to have happiness outside of his family, would make for a good read and also possibly dangerous for reader to come face to face with Big Mom and all those siblings! Thank you x

Hii! i'm sorry i took long to finish it, but i kept watching OP and reading more about Katakuri, since it's my first time writing for him. Since i'm still on episode 850, i was afraid it'd be a bit ooc. If it is, i'm so sorry! my writing for Katakuri will improve as i finish the arc. I hope you like it anyway, it was fun to write it ❤

Your family was rich and well-known around the Grand Line. Being the only daughter, they were trying to find a husband for you, a political marriage that could be good for both families, especially yours. They had a list of potential husbands, but you didn’t bother checking it since you were too focused on your birthday party. It was a small party, just with close friends and family, but you wanted everything to be perfect.

And it was. You had so much fun around people you loved, it was hard to fall asleep after that; you were genuinely happy.

Before opening your eyes, you could already feel the sweet smell, something like candy, donuts or cake. Thinking it was maybe a belated birthday breakfast, you opened your eyes and was ready to jump out of the bed when you realized the bedroom was completely different from yours. And as soon as you looked down, you realized that body definitely wasn’t yours. The toned chest, tattoos and the scarf around your neck weren’t yours.

You could only feel happiness and relief, you were glad you already switched bodies with your soulmate. Who knew it’d be that fast? But you wanted to see more of him, so you got up and started looking for a mirror in his room. The reflection surprised you at first, not being the kind of soulmate you expected to have. He had tattoos, crimson hair, and apparently was very tall. In fact, he was huge. When you put the scarf down a little, you noticed he had scars, and you assumed that’s why he covered his mouth. He also had fangs, which you thought were extremely charming. He wasn’t ugly, in fact, he was far from that. He was very handsome. Intimidating, of course. But very handsome.

Looking around, you found a vest, and on the back, you noticed “Charlotte” written on it.

— Charlotte? — you whispered to yourself, thinking you’ve seen that name somewhere until you finally realized after a couple of minutes.

— He’s one of Big Mom’s son!

You remember when your parents were trying to find a husband for you, his name came up a couple of times. It was probably Charlotte Katakuri. You’ve never seen any pictures of him, but you knew he was a very strong and powerful man.

After a couple of minutes just looking at his figure in the mirror, admiring his traits, a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

— Katakuri-sama, it’s almost time for Big Mom’s tea party. — someone said, outside the room before leaving right away.

You heard about the famous Tea Parties, but you didn’t even know how to behave. You knew there would be so many people, powerful people, and some probably well known as well, so you couldn’t take the risk of things going wrong.

You couldn’t describe the relief you felt when you noticed a den den mushi in the corner of the room. Perfect! You’d call him, explain everything and hopefully he’d be there just in time for the party.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally someone answered. You got quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say.

— Charlotte Katakuri? — you asked, a bit nervous.

— It’s me. I assume you’re (L/N) (F/N)? — you hummed in response. — I see you’re my soulmate and we switched bodies.

— Yes, and you have a Tea Party to attend today. Do you think we can switch back before then?

— Unfortunately, no. Your island is quite far from the Whole Cake Island. Can you go instead? You’ll just have to sit without saying anything. It won’t last too long, and when it’s over you go straight to your room.

— But what if… I need to fight? I don’t know how to… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, it shouldn’t have an attack. But if anything happens, look for Brûlée and explain everything. I’ll be there before the sunrise, and we’ll be able to switch back, hopefully.

He seemed so calm even in a situation like this. But following his advice, you went to the party. It was fun and there was delicious food everywhere, but you couldn’t disrespect your soulmate and remove the scarf off. Maybe when you switch back you can ask Katakuri to let you eat a few.

You started sweating whenever Big Mom or any of his kids got near you, trying to talk. So to avoid raising any suspicions, you just nodded the whole time. And whenever you heard a fuss, your soul felt like it’d leave your body, worried it’d be a confront. If you had to fight today, acting like Katakuri, you wouldn’t know what to do.

You were hungry, but too shy to ask for anything. As if someone heard your thoughts, a few small men knocked on your door, bringing donuts. Not just two or three, but many donuts. They bowed and left quickly.

After eating half of it, you fell asleep. You were very anxious since you’d meet your soulmate in a few hours, but your eyelids got heavier and you couldn’t fight the sleep anymore. You woke up a few hours later with someone gently tapping your arm. When you opened your eyes, you realized Katakuri had arrived.

You were still sleepy, and sat on the bed, rubbing your eyes until you actually felt awake. The height difference was quite a lot, and it was funny. You had to sit on the floor so the two of you would be face to face.

— Hello, Katakuri. — you felt incredibly shy now.

— Good morning. — he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed, and was hoping you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

— This… Is it the time when we kiss?— you suggested, looking away. Would he think you were being too straightforward?

— Yes… We should… Kiss.

You pulled the scarf down slowly with your now cold hands. You closed your eyes, feeling very nervous. You kissed a few times before, but it still felt like something new. Especially now that it wasn’t just a random person, it was your soulmate.

Noticing you were waiting for him to make a move, he moved closer, sealing your lips together. Just a peck at first, until you gave him permission to deepen the kiss. Both of you were shy, and the kiss was a bit clumsy. Maybe he haven’t had many kisses too.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to realize you two had switched back, his big and strong hands holding your face was a sign that it worked. You rested your head on his hand, looking at him with eyes full of admiration and a soft smile on your lips.

— Aren’t you… Scared or disgusted? — he asked, feeling insecure now that his face was exposed to you.

— Why would I be? — you genuinely asked, smiling softly.

— Because… Of my mouth. I’m not how you probably wanted your soulmate to look like, and I don’t want you to think you have to put up with me because we’re soulmates. Now that we switched back, you can go if you want to. — his voice didn’t seem angry, as if he was demanding you to leave. It sounded sad, as if he had been through a lot.

You heart ached just to think that someone had the courage to hurt your soulmate.

Little did you know that many people treated him differently, not wanting to be around him or making fun of him because of his appearance; little did you know that while most of his siblings found their soulmates already, and he spent most of his life thinking he didn’t deserve his other half. Little did you know that he gave up on finding someone and started to deal with the fact that only his family would be able to love him.

But now, after meeting you, he threw his rational self out of the window. He felt like he could love someone; marry someone for a reason other than just a political marriage. But would you want him just like he wants you?

— We switched back, right? — you caressed his face softly. He wasn’t expecting it, no one has ever been this gentle with him before. — That means we’re in love.

— I don’t want you to be with someone like me, you’d only be in danger. — he turned his face not to see you. — You wouldn’t be able to deal with my siblings. It won’t be like playing house, and it won’t be like the marriage you might be expecting.

You got quiet, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t push you away easily. Katakuri noticed your silence, and was expecting you to leave the room, agreeing that life with him wouldn’t be the perfect calm life you probably wanted. Instead, before he could even use his haki to have a glimpse of the future, you turned his face and pecked his lips.

— I won’t give up so easily. — you crossed your arms. — You’re my soulmate and I won’t leave you just because you think I can’t deal with a dangerous lifestyle. I want you, and if you want me too… We can make this work.

Looking at your face that was looking at him with love in your eyes, how could he say “no”? Maybe Big Mom would be willing to accept this relationship and give her blessing, and his siblings would be happy for him. He could even pretend it was all because of your family and their power at first.

His stomach started growling before he could say anything.

— I’m sorry, I only ate a few donuts while I was in your body. — you felt a little embarrassed about what you were about to ask. — But I wanted to eat some of the sweets yesterday. Do you think… — he didn’t let you finish the question.

— You can have the sweets, I’ll ask to get them delivered for breakfast. — he covered his face with the scarf again. — For now, you should sleep. We’ll have a long day meeting my family tomorrow.

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calpops · 3 years ago

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forgotten | c.h.

Its not unusual for your birthday to be forgotten by many; it’s never a surprise to receive last minute, half hearted texts from friends or belated cards from family. It’s always been easy to let it roll off your back when you have Calum by your side. But the first year he forgets your special day, it crushes you.

aka it’s my birthday and I’ll post relatable angst if I want to :)

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Calum comes home with a heavy feeling in his chest as he notices all the lights are out. It’s only just past eight; usually there would be at least one glowing window lit up by lamp light with you sat with a book in wait for him. Tonight it’s dark and quiet as he enters the house. Soft music doesn’t spill around the corners. The tv isn’t a muffled call to your bedroom. Duke’s paws don’t even click as they come around the corner to greet him. It’s silent and empty and it all echoes around him as he slips off his shoes and goes in search of you.

The bedroom door is closed, no light spills under it. No noise breaks through the wood. His hand apprehensively reaches for the doorknob, trying to be quiet as the night falls on his shoulders. The door softly swings open with a sigh and as his eyes become accustomed to the dark he notices the shape under the covers. You’ve tucked yourself in, a spill of hair on the pillow, arms pulling the sheets taut up around your chin. Duke laying beside you, undisturbed and too uncaring to move from his perch. Calum smiles, soft and serene as he winds way around the bed to kiss you goodnight.

He stops short at the sight of you. Moonlight glimmers against tear tracks down your sullen cheeks. Red, puffy eyes stay tightly shut. Calum’s smile quickly turns to a frown, an ache consuming him as he drops to a knee and reaches gentle fingers out to stroke through your hair. He doesn’t understand why you’re feeling this way but it doesn’t stop him from consoling you. Your eyes flutter open slowly and as you register his presence you bite your lip as fresh tears gather in your eyes.

You pull away from him, bury yourself back under the covers and stay silent.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Calum’s voice is soft and encouraging, trying to coax some words out of you. When you don’t speak, only slightly shake as his hands glide over your arms, Calum feels crestfallen. The silence threatens to swallow him whole. Usually, he knows what’s wrong, can pinpoint the reason for your emotions and pain.

“It’s nothing, okay, it’s just stupid.”

Your explanation is shaken and does little to instill faith in its reason. Calum shakes his head. He wants to tell you that there’s no such thing as a stupid reason for being upset but the words stall in his throat as he tries to climb in next to you but you make no room.

“It’s like this every year. I should be used to it by now.”

Your next explanation further drives Calum to worry. In a snap moment, like a wave crashing over his head, he finally understands. His hand darts to his phone in his pocket, your birthday lighting up the date on the screen. He lets out a broken and uneasy breath as all of the implications try to drown him.

He forgot your birthday. You’ve been alone all day.

“Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers with a strain in his voice.

He can feel his own tears pooling in his eyes, shame and guilt assaulting all of his senses. He’s never missed your birthday before. Has always been there from the moment you woke up to the minute you fell asleep. You’ve confided your dislike of the day to him multiple times; he’s noted that he’s the only one who remembers. Cards from family come in days late, texts from friends are last minute and half hearted. All you’ve ever wanted, all you’ve ever asked for on your special day is to have him around.

You shudder out a broken breath, shift under the sheets but make no move to let him in or come closer.

“It’s okay. You’ve been busy at the studio. That comes first, I understand,” you whisper so lowly it’s barely audible but it still cuts deep against Calum’s racing heart.

“It’s not okay, it doesn’t come first,” he tries to reassure and tentatively reaches out for you again. This time, you don’t flinch away. He takes it as a good sign. “I’m going to make it up to you. I promise.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not the first person to forget, you won’t be the last. It’s always been like this.” You finally shift up and Calum opens his arms for you though there’s little hope in his chest that you might collide into his embrace. It takes you a moment, bleary eyes being rubbed and lip trembling, to get collected. Your gaze meets his. “I’m just glad you’re home now.”

His faith nearly knocks him off his knee as you collide into him and wrap your arms around his neck. Bury your face against the strength of his shoulder. Weep in a small but heart breaking way.

“I’m home,” he repeats and furrows his brows, knowing it’s not enough. His entire chest aches and his eyes burn but he holds his composure, knowing his guilt needs to be put on the back burner for you; it’s small in comparison to the emotions and abandonment that have sat with you all day. “I’ve got you sweetheart.”

He almost promises that he won’t let go, he won’t leave, but a plan burns through the back of his mind and he knows his departure is imminent. He takes solace in the fact you’re exhausted enough to be led back to laying down with heavy eyelids. He murmurs and hums to you until your eyes flutter closed and he’s sure you’re asleep by the sound of your even breathing.

He stands, stretches and keeps his eyes on you for as long as possible. When he finally cuts around the corner of the bed he pats Duke’s head.

“Stay right here. I’ll be back,” he whispers to the old dog, hoping if you wake again his presence will suffice until he’s back.

He’s not gone long. His plan is simple but he hopes it’s enough. You’ve never asked for anything, but the hopes of restoring your ruined day live in petals and icing and charms. He goes back into the house and makes a beeline for the bedroom, gently wakes you and guides you up.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you rub the sleep and leftover sadness from your eyes.

Calum shakes his head, winds his arms around you and helps you to your feet. Your wobbly at first, emotionally exhausted after all of the turmoil. You lean into his side and for the feeling of your warmth against him he’s grateful.

“Trying to make it right,” he answers as he guides you away from the bed and towards the door. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left. Let me try, okay?”

You nod as you’re led out of the bedroom and to the dimly lit kitchen. Calum walks you to the bar where flowers, some with already dying petals, sit in a vase. A lone cupcake with a candle and flame sits alongside the flowers. A small breath leaves you at the effort. While Calum feels it’s lame, the last picks at the store on the shelf, his heart still hammers at the genuine appreciation in your eyes.

“Come sit,” he encourages as he props a stool around for you. You do as he bids and he looms behind you to softly sing happy birthday in your ear; each line punctuated by a small kiss to your neck, shoulder, cheek, anywhere his lips can reach. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Make a wish.”

He brings the cupcake and the flaming candle towards you, gentle hands holding it within your breath’s reach. You turn to face him as you take the cupcake, his eyes soften as yours find his. You blow it out in one small huff and remove the candle. The frosting and cupcake are a bit stale but you share the treat with a few soft giggles and a swipe of chocolate to his nose. Though the petals are dying you pull the vase to the center of the counter before turning back to Calum to put yourself securely in his arms.

“I didn’t need the flowers or cupcake,” you start and before Calum can speak any words of you deserving more you continue on. “I just need you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. His fingers stroke through your hair and his hands come to settle on the small of your back. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again. You’ll always have me. Any day. Every day. I promise.”

You nod against his chest, your trust and faith in him infallible even after the day of desertion and misery.

“Then my wish came true,” you whisper as your cheeks blaze at the confession. Calum chuckles as you further hide against him. “You can’t laugh at me. It’s still my birthday.”

And even when the sun rises the next day, birthday long gone and the heartache of being alone starting to be forgotten, Calum wakes you with a surprise. You sit up to see him throwing your clothes in open luggage.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him neatly fold and then haphazardly throw garments in the bag.

“Packing your stuff.”

He doesn’t further explain and it prompts a, “why?” from you.

“So you have clothes to wear on our vacation.” He gives you a broad smile as the words roll off his tongue and he reaches behind him to throw papers onto the bed. They settle at your feet and you reach down to retrieve them, blurry words coming in and finally being processed. Boarding passes.

“Vacation?”

“Two weeks. Just us,” Calum explains as he goes back to packing your things for you. “We leave in an hour.”

The time limit pushes you up from the bed, his effort and act of grandeur making you throw yourself into his arms. Your clothes drop to the floor in favor of him bringing you closer.

“That’s more than I could have asked for,” you whisper with a crack in your voice.

Calum only smiles and finally says the words he’d been thinking for so long. “You deserve even more than this. Sorry it’s late. Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

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the-last-kenobi · 4 years ago

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Most of your fics absolutely destroyed me emotionally so, on my own risk, may I request #13 “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry" with Qui-Gon and padawan Obi-Wan? Thank you!

Ohhh I’m happy to write this one! Thank you! (Always pleased to hear I’ve emotionally wrecked innocent people lol)

From this various prompts list.

Qui-Gon descended the ramp of his ship with something less than his usual grace, his expression was rather sour. Other than that, he looked his usual self, untidy but comfortable and serene.

He waved to the attendant heading towards the ship, and bowed to a small mechanic droid that squeaked with excitement, ran in circles around him, and then darted off after the attendant.

Qui-Gon chuckled. He paused to take a deep breath, tasting the metallic scent of Coruscant on the air, but also the warm and familiar notes of the Temple, of home. It was good to be back. Tedious diplomatic assignments that ran well overtime were nothing worth dwelling on, especially when it was done alone.

“Master Jinn!” a warm voice called.

He turned his head and saw Shaak Ti walking towards him, a smile on her lovely face with its striking colors.

“Knight Ti,” he greeted her. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” she answered. “I’m just about to depart to Alderaan; it’s a royal wedding and I’m the token Jedi invitee,” she informed him, but there was no offense in her voice. Alderaan was well known to be genuinely welcoming, and had been more than courteous in their dealings with the Order for centuries on end.

“Enjoy it,” Qui-Gon advised her. “Weddings are rarely something you’d like to miss.”

“I will,” she promised. “Oh, is your Padawan around? I was hoping to catch him when he returned, he forgot to sign off on his departure notice and was scheduled for three shifts in the crèche, which he obviously missed.”

Qui-Gon’s head tilted to one side, and he frowned.

It was obvious that Shaak Ti believed that Obi-Wan had accompanied him on his mission, which had in fact been a solo assignment. The twenty-one-year-old Padawan had remained behind for class rotations.

And Obi-Wan had never missed... well, anything. He was notoriously early for everything, beyond punctual. It was almost annoying.

Perhaps he’d finally slipped into a belated teenage fit of laziness, or he’d fallen so behind on class work that he’d forgotten about the crèche. Both would be extremely out of character, but one instance of this in nearly nine years of training could perhaps be excused.

Shaak Ti was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll talk to him,” he promised, revealing nothing. “Thank you for letting me know. I had no idea.”

She waved it off. “These things happen. You have a good student on your hands; he’s easily forgiven.”

Qui-Gon smiled.

The door to their quarters opened for him with a casual wave of the hand. Jedi did not lock their doors often; privacy was an understood thing, something not casually breached. No Jedi would enter another’s rooms without first asking permission.

He wasn’t sure what he expected.

Obi-Wan in the common area, reading.

Or Obi-Wan out and about, somewhere off with some of his more trouble making friends. (Quinlan Vos.)

He was not expecting to find Obi-Wan huddled in the corner of their kitchenette, half-hidden in his cloak, knees drawn up under his chin, crying.

Obi-Wan saw him enter and flinched away, shuddering.

Qui-Gon stared.

The entire scene was so unexpected, so wrong, that for a full five seconds he simply stood there, unable to process it. Obi-Wan had buried his face in his knees and was attempting to stifle his tears, seemingly by holding his breath, which was only making him shake harder.

Qui-Gon jolted out of his paralysis and stepped nearer, dropping onto one knee, sensing that looming over his Padawan was not going to help.

“Padawan?” he asked cautiously.

Obi-Wan looked up reluctantly. His face was a sickly grey; his cheeks were bright red and his blue eyes were feverish. They darted around, seeming to fix on nothing.

“Obi-Wan,” the Master tried again, warily reaching out a hand and resting it on top of one of Obi-Wan’s, clenched around his knee.

Obi-Wan took a rattling breath, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “...What... day is it...?” he gasped.

Qui-Gon’s chest tightened with something close to terror. What in all the galaxy was going on here?

“It’s the 29th,” he said gently. “Taungsday. I returned a day late from my solo mission. Do you remember that?”

Obi-Wan’s tears had increased throughout the brief speech. “Y-yes.”

“All right,” said Qui-Gon, struggling to remain as calm and patient as possible. “All right. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, his expression crumbling. Suddenly he very much resembled the boy Qui-Gon had met on Bandomeer, uncertain and frightened, although even then he had not cried. This was different.

“Are you sure?” Qui-Gon pressed.

Obi-Wan nodded, strangling a loud sob by clapping one hand over his mouth. He said something, but of course it was impossible to understand behind his clamped fingers.

“What?” asked his Master.

“...so...stupid,” Obi-Wan burst out angrily through his tears. “I just... don’t feel well.”

“Don’t feel well?” Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice in confusion. “You’re sick? Obi-Wan, why didn’t you just go to the Halls?”

Obi-Wan shuddered. More tears slid down over his flushed cheeks. “I...I...I fell,” he said, sounding deeply uncertain. “I was working, and it was late, and I fell. I think I fell. I can’t walk. I can barely move. I don’t know how long it’s been—”

Qui-Gon was already moving, alarm ringing in his head like sirens. In two seconds he had Obi-Wan in his arms, cradled like a child, his head resting under Qui-Gon’s chin.

“You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” he said tensely. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since you fell?”

“Some... some water,” Obi-Wan murmured. His skin was blazing hot against Qui-Gon’s, a sick and feverish heat. He had stopped crying — his tears seemed to have stemmed from a combination of confusion and shame, not pain — but he seemed on the verge of passing out. “I... I got some water... don’t remember when...”

“Stay awake,” Qui-Gon ordered. He was striding down the hallways, ignoring the few bystanders who watched them pass with bewilderment and concern. He did send a grateful nod to one young woman who raised her comm in her hand at him, asking a silent question, and at his gesture raised it to her lips and murmured ‘Tell the Healers that Master Jinn is bringing in his Padawan. Have someone ready.’

Obi-Wan murmured something vague.

“Stay awake,” insisted Qui-Gon. “Don’t fall asleep.”

Obi-Wan moaned but nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. “I...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” The words came out harsh and insincere in Qui-Gon’s urgency, and he realized it, because he dropped a swift kiss to the top of the fevered head in apology. Obi-Wan relaxed ever so slightly.

They arrived in the Halls of Healing and were immediately received by a Healer and his apprentice, who had Obi-Wan safely tucked in a bed and monitored in less than two minutes. Obi-Wan had closed his eyes against the bright light and seemed in danger of falling asleep again.

“Stay awake just a little longer, Padawan Kenobi,” the Healer instructed kindly. “I’m fairly sure of your diagnosis but I have to be more certain before I can administer treatment. Then you can sleep.”

“Yes, Healer,” rasped the young man.

Qui-Gon watched from the wall, his hands tucked deep in his sleeves to hide how they trembled. The shock of the last quarter hour was setting in, and he scrambled to keep his wits about him, worried about what this diagnosis might be. He still remembered Obi-Wan’s confusion about the day, his bewildered tears, and that memory was not going to be going away anytime soon.

He had been far too light in his arms.

Just how long had Obi-Wan been trapped in their rooms, unable to call for help and too confused to figure out a way around that? How long had he gone without eating and sleeping?

He found out.

An hour later, Obi-Wan was fast asleep, hooked up to an IV and blissfully pain-free due to a dose of pills he had managed to swallow. The Healer turned to Qui-Gon with a weary smile.

“You’re all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve just returned from a mission, but I wasn’t hurt.”

“That’s good to know. I was asking about shock, however,” the Healer said gently. “I know this can’t have been a pleasant homecoming.”

Qui-Gon’s throat tightened, but he said nothing.

The Healer seemed to understand. “Obi-Wan has contracted a strain of the flu,” he explained, moving past the brief surge of emotion. “As you know, most strains of the flu are easily combated these days and many species have evolved or inoculated to the point where it’s hardly a concern. But sometimes the flu is stronger. In this case, it’s clear that it’s job was made easy. I don’t think Padawan Kenobi was eating or sleeping properly before the sickness began to set in. It would explain the severity of his malnutrition, and his confusion.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flickered to the bed where Obi-Wan was sleeping, the fever still burning in his cheeks.

“...How long?” he asked.

“A few days at most,” the Healer said. “But I suspect it’s a habit that’s related to stress and overwork. Does Obi-Wan struggle with stress or insomnia?”

The Master hesitated a moment, opening his mouth to deny it, and then stopping to think better of it.

“...Maybe,” he admitted. The hesitation stung. Shouldn’t he know? “He’s very private with his habits when we’re in Temple. He prefers to study alone in his room, and we usually only manage to share one meal a day during his busier semesters, if that.”

The Healer nodded. He didn’t look or sound at all accusatory when he said, “That’s understandable. I’m going to suggest keeping a closer eye on that. Don’t force him out of his comfort zone, at least not right away, but make sure he understands that three square meals — or better yet, a light meal or snack every two or three hours — is expected of him. As is sleep.”

Qui-Gon nodded, his throat tightening again to the point of pain.

“Rest easy, Master Jinn,” said the Healer, briefly laying a supportive hand on the taller Jedi’s shoulder. “He’ll pull through this. The illness, and everything else. I believe it’s nothing more than a bad habit formed from good intentions. There are crueler demons out there.”

“Yes, I know,” said Qui-Gon. And he did know. One didn’t reach Jedi Mastery without learning the galaxy for what it was.

But he didn’t think he would ever quite move past the shock of today, of carrying his adult apprentice in his arms, sick to the point of tears and helplessness, and then discovering that he could possibly have prevented this if he had paid a little more attention to Obi-Wan’s work habits.

Well. They would, as the Healer said, overcome this.

Qui-Gon drew up a chair to the side of the bed, resolving to wait until Obi-Wan woke, and slowly reached out and set his hand next to his Padawan’s. After a moment, Obi-Wan stirred, and even in his sleep he gave a contented sigh and shifted his hand, his fingers searching blindly for his Master’s hand. Qui-Gon took it and held it tightly.

They had overcome so many things in nearly a decade together.

They could handle this.

And besides, Qui-Gon told himself, even after Obi-Wan was Knighted, he would always be here to watch his back.

He would never abandon Obi-Wan.

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wonlouvre · 4 years ago

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Hii I wanted to request a fluff one for Hoshi- can also add anything slightly suggestive- (because it's his birthday and my need to squish his cheekies are at peak lmao🥺).

One where reader has been very busy and unable to meet with him for a while. They ask the members for help to surprise him at midnight sharp (because we all know how Hoshi loves midnight wishes- omgg i love this cutie so much 😭💔) and they both spend the night together.. Thankss 💕

Everything

pairing: soonyoung x g.n. reader genre: fluff! warnings: a little suggestive in the end ;) word count: 949

💌: belated happy birthday hoshi! thank you for this cute request! i’m sorry if i made some changes :( i hope you enjoy still anon! requests are open, just click this link!

“Are you sure? You can still come along. We can wait for you.”

You can imagine the sad pout on Soonyoung’s lips by the sound of his voice on the phone you’re holding against your ear. It’s his birthday tomorrow and he has told you countless times before that he always waits for the day to come because he gets to spend it with his family and friends. And finally, this time around, it’s going to be with you. He wants you present because this is going to be the first birthday among many that you’ll be with him. And to add to that, this birthday celebration was a planned getaway to a private beach resort by his friends and it’s killing him that you’re not joining them.

“I’m sorry baby, but I’m needed at the field by tomorrow morning,” you apologize, sipping on the drink that you ordered at the mini bar of the restaurant you’re sitting at. “I promise, we’ll have our own trip soon.”

Your boyfriend sadly sighs and you just smile. A waiter suddenly stops by, showing you a folder to which you give a thumbs up as a go signal. It’s the menu for dinner tonight.

“Okay. Let’s see each other soon. Please?” Soonyoung drags his pleas and you almost give in and blurt the surprise.

“You will see me soon,” you guarantee and take your leave after finishing your business here. “I love you, okay?”

“Stop,” he whines, feeling shy. “I love you too.”

Once the call ends, you’re on to your next mission: the karaoke room. Your boyfriend enjoys partying because he himself is the party. So it’s crucial that this room is added to the list of what you will enjoy for your two night stay.

Soonyoung doesn’t know that you had been planning his surprise birthday party with his friends for four months. You asked for their help and input because you want your special man to feel that he is special and him being born is the best thing that ever happened. He is the best son, friend, stranger and boyfriend and what does an all around person deserve? Everything.

You know that it has been a bummer for him to not be able to spend time with you over the last two weeks because of your demanding job. You only got to see him a maximum of three times during the course of those two weeks and they were heartbreakingly brief. It was either him waiting for you at your apartment and once you arrive, you just shower and snuggle close to him, who’s already asleep. On a different day, it was a quick lunch because he badly wanted to see you even just for an hour.

Soonyoung has been very patient, understanding and supporting. This surprise is not enough to thank him, but you have to try at least.

This resort and all of the necessary amenities has been booked by Seungkwan already and you’re just doing some last minute check ups to make sure that everything is perfect. You entrusted the ocular visitations to his friends and you don’t regret it because the beach and everything else is beautiful.

Now, you just wait inside the hotel room that you’d be sharing with him all the while hoping that he would like what you have in store for him.

The drive here is a good two hours long so it didn’t surprise you that you fell asleep while waiting for them. The door opening and the loud chatter outside woke you up and you almost forgot what you were supposed to do. You immediately hide under the thick covers when the sound of the door being fumbled is heard.

“How come no one is sharing a room with me?” Soonyoung shouts to his friends as they find their respective rooms one by one. “This room is the biggest among what we booked, though.”

“It is,” you hear Jeonghan’s familiar voice soothe your boyfriend. “But it only has one big bed and we’re giving it to you as the birthday boy.”

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to be convinced because you don’t hear anything else from him other than the click of the door’s lock.

Your heart is racing and you can’t wait for him to switch on the lights and just jump on him. Once you see the room brighten from underneath, you sit up and remove the covers.

“Surprise!”

“Ahhhh!”

The two of you simultaneously screamed and you could laugh because of his frightened face but you noticed his hands on his pants, already unbuttoned and halfway down his legs.

You frown. “Why are you getting naked?”

“Why are you here?!”

You ignore his question. Instead, you give him a grin and open your arms wide for him to dive to. Soonyoung doesn’t hesitate, leaving his jeans in a discarded mess and jumping on the bed. You giggle and roll your eyes as he crawls to you in a sultry way.

When he’s finally nuzzling his nose against your neck, you greet him, “Advanced happy birthday baby.”

Soonyoung doesn’t answer but kisses you full on the lips instead. You blink in surprise but kiss him back nonetheless. You thought it was going to be a quick one but he licks on your bottom lip desperately, begging for entrance. You allow him and tightly wrap your arms around his neck. He adjusts his position and places his pelvis against yours, making you moan softly at the contact.

“Soonyoung,” you pull away to catch your breath. “We have to go to dinner with the boys.”

He shakes his head and kisses you again. “Not until I’m done with you.”

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Hey! If your uncomfortable please ignore this ask, but i was wondering if you could write something similar to malcome & marie? Thank you! Happy belated birthday!

Thank you baby! I actually thought about this ask for a bit. As a community we do NOT support or want anything like that in our lives, okay?

But if you as a reader would be uncomfortable with reading this then do not.

this will be kinda very similar to the plot of malcome & marie sooo....

Pairings: Film creator!tom x used to be sex worker!reader

WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS. YOU ARE GOLDEN😩🙌🏽

Summary: after a celebration its time for the downfall

Warnings: argueing, slut shamming, smut mentions. Drinking, smoking. Not proof read. TOXIC- suicide mention.

I hopw this is just as confusing as it was in the actual movie, cuz yeah. Pls dont be shy to say something about it. And tbh if it isnt that good to you i dont blame you, its currently 11:16 and i should be asleep.

You and tom walked in, a wide smile on his face as he danced around and shut the front door behind him. “Baby i did it!”

A faint smile played on your lips as you walked to the kitchen “yes you did, tom. You hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge as he went to go get a bottle of remy and two glasses, the rings shinning bright on his finger. “Yeah, can i have uh-“ he thought, stopping in his tracks and jerking his head as he couldnt think of anything.

“How about pancakes?” He randomly said and you chuckled “pancakes? Really?” “Of course! A sweet treat for a very sweet day” he walked up to the kitchen placing the glasses and the remy down.

You laughed again before taking out the pan, he also got to work by getting out the mix and the water while you got everything else. A cigarette in your mouth as tom helped light it while you mixed up the powder with the water.

“I never knew i could make it so far” he muttered, grabbing the remy and pouring it into the glass, tilting his head back and letting out a small moan from the sting in his throat. “You did a good job”

“Ya know, everyone is so judgemental, like i could walk around with my shoes untied and somebody would fucking give me a glare- or even what you call it. a stank eye” you nodded at his words letting him know you were listening, “but when i made that fucking movie i had all these women just- i cant even explain it” he shrugged, walking around the house with the glass in his hand, a wide smile on his face while you sighed and puffed out the smoke, the sizzle from the mix going on the buttered pan audible before he speaked again.

“They just kept on telling me how fucking talented i am, how i get women so fucking well. I mean goddamn im such a fucking genius” he edged on, cocky as he stomped his feet at his words,’ such, a, fucking, genius’

“Yes you are tommy” you looked down and seen the mix bubbling, taking the spatula and flipping the pancake, shifting and leaning on your right leg as your dominant hand sat on your hip, the other holding onto the cig.

“But it’s confusing. Any other time they would probably fucking- what do you call it” he snapped his fingers before taking a sip. “Aha! Fucking cancel me!” He pointed at the ceiling. “Why would they do that tommy” you lifted your eyebrow, “youre only writing a good story” you sighed, looking at the plates and rubbing a mark that was left on them.

“People now days do it just because....just because their bored- or even because they dont like them- BUT-“ he lifted his finger towards you “they have no reason to”

“Mhm, you should wait for the reviews” you took the cigarette and put it in the ash tray, taking the fire out before putting the pancake on the plate.

“They have to be good! I can make fucking millions off of this” he smiled, quickly walking over before chugging his drink.

“Yes...yes you can” “and then we could buy a fucking island, a boat and even a horse!” He laughed, amazed and he set down the glass before coming behind you, pressing kisses to your neck as he watched you put the batter on the pan again.

“What makes you want a horse?” “What makes you think about reviews?” And with that you shrugged “just because a few reporters and new york news writers like it doesnt mean that everyone will”

“Why are you being so negative? Goddamn you bring the worst out of everything y/n” he let you go, and you looked at him, giving him the famous eyes.

“The worst? How about you go fuck yourself” you said, aggressively grabbing the spatula to flip the pancake. “Go fuck myself? Whats your problem”

You stayed silent, wondering if you should just go outside and smoke another cigarette or hear him bitch and moan. “Y/n you have a problem every other fucking day. I try to talk to you but you dont. You rather talk shit and let it marinate” he rested his hands on his hips and starred at you while you bit your lip and put the pancake on the plate, grabbing the syrup you put the right amount for him before aggressively walking to the table and slamming it down.

Your heels clanking against the floor as you made your way to the bathroom. Leaving tom by his self as he let out a harsh sigh and rubbed his chin, thinking about what he should do before finally grabbing a fork to eat his breakfast.

“You know. You do the same shit every night- you curse me out then the next hour you wanna suck my dick or something” you starred at yourself in the mirror, biting the side of your cheek before you took of the heels, then coming back out.

“How dare you, thomas” you said harshly, walking back to him and watching him eat the pancakes. “How about you be fucking mature and stop eating”

“No. I dont wanna fight” he shrugged, cutting the pancakes fancy before he placed them in his mouth. “Your such a fucking bitch” your eyes squinted as you leaned forward.

His eyebrows raised and he cleared his throat “a bitch?” He let out a loud laugh, tilting his head before coming back “i think we both know whos the bitch here”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Oh you know exactly what im talking about” and with that your jaw basically droppped to the floor “why are you suprised?”

“Have you ever thought-“ you caught your words before repeating them “im the reason why youre gonna get millions, if i was never there for you. If you were never in my life youd still be in that house that you hated so fucking much” you walked closer.

“Trust me baby you were apart of it, but you sure as hell werent the main character” “then please-please tell me who else was doing sex for money?” You asked, and he didn’t answer, instead continued to eat the pancakes.

That made you more aggressive, quickly walking to the table and snatching the plate. “How dare you have to nerve to talk shit about me while you eat what i made you”

“Fuck you y/n” “no fuck you!” He dropped the fork, his face becoming a shade of red. “Im the reason why youre in this fucking house right now, im the reason why you have that fucking ring on your finger” you said, then put your fingers on your ring.

“Dont you fucking dare take off that 50,000 thousand ring y/n” “why shouldnt i?” “Because you love me dont you, darling?” that made you soften up a bit, taking your fingers off the ring as he smiled, telling you to come over. He sat you on his lap, taking the cigarette out of his jacket that youre wearing, grabbing the lighter from his pocket.

You put the cigarette in your mouth and he repeated the same action, lighting it for you. “I love you y/n”

“Mhm” you smiled, taking out the cigarette to press your lips on his and he rubbing your hips, the passion over the tension in the room. “Oh well i thought the movie was shit, i uh- couldnt help but think thats not how it ends” you teased with an old grandma accent and he laughed.

“Yeah i did to, how does man get with a prostitute and marry them” he teased back making you both laugh. “The movie felt so real, it reminded me of my friend miranda” you playfully said with a more younger high pitched voice.

And it went back and forth, laughs leaving both of your lips until he pushed the buttons “man she really was a thot” your eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to his self. “Man he really was desperate for a blow job” you said in your serious voice “man i wonder why he hooked up with such a thot”

“I didnt mean it like that-“ “fuck you” you got off his lap and walked back to the bathroom. “Here you go again y/n!” He shouted, and you turned back around.

“Your so fucking selfish” “we werent even talking about that-“ “no fuck you. All you do is say i-i-i” you yelled, words strong. He stood up agitated “you know what you wanna argue, lets argue”

“You gave up on me” “if i gave up on you why would i marry you” “our love was strong in the beginning and then you just-became you” you looked at him up and down.

“That was because i was in love with your body” he smiled “really? Why didnt you just leave me on the fucking street!” You yelled again, “because I thought you deserved better, maybe you should still be in that fucking old apartment with fucking big ass rats running through it, men twice your age fucking your loose ass whole”

“FUCK YOU” you shouted pointing at him “maybe i shouldve used that sloopy mouth of yours to stay on my dick so you could stay shutting up” “NO FUCK YOU THOMAS” and with that you walked away, into the room this time before tom followed behind you.

“Please leave me the fuck alone before i flip out on you, please just leave” “no”

“You know what. I feel like once you feel like you gave everything they wanted and more you expect them to stay with your sorry ass” “oh im not sorry. And thats not true” he shrugged, standing infront of the door as you sat on the bed. “Im so embarrassed to call you my husband” you shook your head.

“Why shouldnt i be embarrassed to call you my wife?” He shrugged again, leaning against the door looking at you. “If it werent for me you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now” “what makes you think im happy y/n! Im really not” “and you think i am?!” You looked up at him, getting up and walking to him but he continued to back up, until you both were in the open hallway with a table in the middle of it.

“I was never happy in the first place” you said, eyes starting to tear up. “Dont give me fucking alligators-“ “do you know how embarrassing it is for someone to tell you to get your own fucking ride home because you wanna fuck someone else?” You asked, your voice changed as you wiped under your eye, smuding the makeup.

“I had to ask Harrison to give me a ride home. I was scared tom” you sighed, shoulders becoming slump. “What if i ran into somebody i fucked? And they forced me to have sex with them again or else theyd report me to the police?” You asked, breaking down and falling to the floor while tom watched, guilt and shame all ocer his face as he leaned against the table.

“I watched you with my two own eyes make out with someone then the next day you asked me to ride you. But you wanna slut shame me for being broke and needing to survive, that broke me so much. And i did it” you choked “i gave consent everytime, brusied my knees from getting on them for you. Just to make you happy. I let you get full of yourself and now its all about you” you whispered and he came down to you, holding you and pressing kisses on your hair while you broke down more, hiding away from him. “You let me stay out there on Christmas day” a frown met on his lips, thinking back on the day and how you were probably reallty cold, he knew you couldnt stand it.

“And i gave consent to getting married to you, your such a hoe” he couldnt help but chuckle “no seriously your a hoe to feeds for attention” you made eye contact with him, and then you both broke into laughs, sniffels leaving your lips causally but easily ignored knowing you feel slightly better.

And with that you both beard his phone ding, well multiple dings. You told him to answer it, check it. And it was a review, he stood up and helped you up, walking to the livingroom before going over to grab the glasses and remy, pouring it in both cups you both took one.

“Alright, this is from whats her name....janice!” He said, sitting on the couch and you sat between his legs in the floor, sipping the drink. “Overall the movie was great. But there was a few things that werent right in my opinion-“

With that his eyebrows furrowed, you played with the carpet as you waited for him to continue, he leaned forward with his elbow on his knee using his thumb to scroll. “I couldnt understand why the character had all these strange things about her, why the sex scenes were that necessary”

“Ding ding ding”

“Shut up y/n you arent helping- i don’t understand how jhon and candy got along and became freinds if they continue to have intercourse. What the fuck are you talking about? Bla bla bla” he muttered, skimming through it “how candy and ron got along? Shouldnt they be together of they clicked so well?”

A small laugh left your lips “me and Harrison? That wouldnt be so bad”

“How in the world did they get married? Honestly the whole relationship is toxic, but i see it as they were to late to give it up, they were already in a too tight knot. Thats not true we are madly in love with each other” he jerked his head at the phone.

“Ms janice does have a point” you cleared your throat a bit. “Y/n please. Ms janice has no fucking idea what shes talking about jhon and candy are in love with each other and they have problems sometimes....well most but oh well its not to late either one of them couldve got up and go”

“Not if one loved more then the other and it was to late to go, janice is right tom” you crossed your arms.

“Do you wanna-“ “no tom i dont. Just speaking my opinion, coming from a woman your being pretty harsh about it” “well it wasnt really about candy-“

“That doesnt make any sense, shes the main fucking character” you looked at him. “It was more on how jhon viewd candy” “then why was candy always in camera”

“Because...” he shrugged. “Your so dumb” you got up and sat far away from him on the couch, he eyed you in confusion “isnt that fucking movie based off of my life. Like im some type of experiment and you solved made something out of it” you dozed off, swirling the remy in your glass. “Im not feeding into this” he ignored you, until you got up and barked at him, which he looked at you as if you were crazy before doing it back “fucking prick!” You stomped off out of the livingroom and went outside.

“Fuckin-“ he couldnt come up with anything before he let out something random “fuckin mood swinger-“ you finally took the time to take off your makeup and dress, muttering words about him “thats why he stinks, smellin like a gorrila- asshole- man whore” you took a bath too, you didnt feel your best at the moment.

Tom on the other hand just took off his shoes and aggressively stomped on the pillows, throwing a tantrum and jumping on the couch and punching air, kicking it until he accidentally fell.

By time you were dont he thought about it “harsh?” He questioned and walked into the room, finding you reading a book on the bed with the night light on and a cigarette in your mouth.

“Y/n?” “Yes thomas?” You looked up at him “harsh?” He asked and you tilted your head at him “i wasnt being harsh about it” “mhm” you shut your book and set it on te night stand, he undressed until he was in his underwear and climbed into bed with tou.

“How was i being harsh about it” you sighed and rested the cigarette in the ashtray, not putting it out just yet. “You arent really aware of others feelings tommy” you said simply. “What does that mean?” He asked, crossing his arms and sitting up next to you, both backs against the headboard and he looked at you.

“It meas i loved you more then you loved me” his eyebrows furrowed at the statement “that cant be true” “tom it is. You didnt say it but you did. You only wanted me for my body. My love and soul came later and i was to blind to notice. That was my bad”

“Loved?” He questioned. “I think i started to love you less and got on a even level with you, then we built together” you shrugged, crossed a leg over your other one and crossing your arms to. He let out a small laugh, “you know i never understood why jhon died in the end and why candy committed suicide” you said and his heart sunk a bit low.

He cleared his throat before saying something “i know you’re afraid of losing me, y/n. I never told you this but ive read your journal” he nodded his head and you bit your lip, knowing every single letter you wrote and how much it sucked thinking back about those days.

“I know how much you loved me but hated me. But something really grabbed my heart. ‘I want to keep tom, hes like my soulmate. My hearts gotton closer by every minute and moment ive been with him. Even though i feel like ive been burned by some of the things hes done, id forever love him. Losing him would be like losing me entirely’”

“I still don’t understand” you mutter, silently wondering how he knew word by word. “I took advantage of that. Because when i was done reading it i knew it was true, it is true. I couldnt feel it in my heart, thats why i picked you up and took care of you. I noticed you really care for me and ive done nothing but asked you to suck me off, i thought i was making both of us happy by giving you what you needed, or wanted. I became so happy when we got closer, you told me about your new apartment and i was so excited, but it wasn’t because of me entirely. I wanted you to myself. I needed you to myself and you needed it too. So if you lost me you would lose everything, give up on love.” Everything he said was true, it wasnt what you wanted to hear but he needed you to hear the truth.

“So candy gave up on it” he shrugged “she didnt try because there was no need to, she didn’t think anyone else would love her, ‘without tom i have no one else, i know ive done some un speakable thigns with him but i can tell by his eyes and heart that he wants something, he just wont tell me’” he smiled, quoting off of your journal again with a smile on his lips. “Thats why i try every time to keep this relationship strong, go to therapy with you, kiss you and tell you how beautiful you are everyday, cook you breakfast when i know your trying to do something new”

“So youre only doing this because you dont want me to kill myself?” “No y/n. I did it at first but then i opened my eyes and noticed how much i really fucking love you” he uncrossed his arms and reached for your hand. “And i know you love me too, on a even page” you both shared a crooked smile, using your free hand and grabbing the cigarette and putting it to your lips. The time currently 4:30 in the morning as he reached for the cig, your eyebrows furrowed as you let him take it. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since i had too much of your bullshit” “shut up” you both laughed, slapping his chest as he handed it back, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Im sorry for giving you such a headache” he muttered and you ignored it, putting out the cigarette and turning off the night light, keeping your distance from him you got under the covers and shut your eyes, and he did the same, turning away from you so you are back to back.

A smell of bacon filled your nose when you woke up, a faint smile on your lips as you got up, walking to the kitchen and finding thomas cooking.

“Whats the special occasion?” “I know youre trying something new”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland blurb #peter parker #peter parker fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut

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twiceinadream · 4 years ago

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Twice React: Forgetting S/O’s and Their Anniversary

Requested: Yup

Request: Can you make a scenario where twice members forget their anniversary or date with their SO

a/u: Hey, guys! I’m glad to be back and since it’s been an official month since my one year anniversary, this is my belated gift to all of you guys and myself. I hope you all like it since it took a lot of creativity to do. I love you guys! Please stay safe and wash your hands.

Category: Fluff and NSFW/ Angst (Minor)

Nayeon

“I swear I didn’t forget!”

You would never forget the look on Nayeon’s face when she realized she had forgotten your guy’s anniversary. But then again, she would never forget the look on yours. It had been two days since Nayeon had come late on your guy’s anniversary, the importance of the day completely slipping her mind, and she felt terrible. So to make it up to you she went out and bought all the ingredients to make your favorite foods and surprise you with dinner when you came home, but much like last time, time had completely slipped her mind as you unlocked the door to your apartment and walked in on Nayeon singing to a song that was playing from her phone as she cooked. You raised an eyebrow as a smile formed on your face, “What's all this?” At the sound of your voice Nayeon screamed as she threw the spatula in her hand at you, making you double over in laughter, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” You said between laughs as your girlfriend pouted, “Y/N, you weren’t supposed to be home till later.” You cocked an eyebrow, “Jagi, I am home later. It’s almost ten at night.” Nayeon’s jaw dropped as she looked at the clock on the stove, before groaning, “I lost track of time. I’m so sorry, I was trying to make dinner for when you came home and…” As Nayeon spoke you closed the distance between the two of you as you cut her off with a kiss, “It’s fine, Nabongs. Now we can cook together and it will be twice the fun.” You winked at her as she pushed your shoulder at the pun. “Remind me why I’m dating you again.” You just smile as you lean into her, “Because you love me.” Nayeon sighed dramatically as she cuddled into you, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

Jeongyeon

“Y/N, I do love you.”

Guilt wasn't even a strong enough word to describe how Jeongyeon felt. And she did everything in her power to make it up to you. Jeongyeon was never the best with words, so her apology came in the form of a song rather than her word vomit all over you. Jeong had called you and told you to meet her in the practice room since she had something important to tell you. But, when you arrived one of their managers had instructed you to sit on the bench in the back of the practice room as the rest of Twice faced you, their positioning hauntingly familiar as the music to, What is Love? began to play. You laughed as you watched them perform for you, each of them sending you hearts every now and again as the smile that was plastered on your face began to hurt your cheeks. As the song began drawing to a close the members all ran in front of you, handing you small gifts before Jeongyeon posed in front of you as the song ended. You clapped as the members smiled brightly, “Y/N, I’m really sorry I forgot our anniversary, and believe me when I tell you they all gave me hell for it.” You laughed as your girlfriend continued, “You mean so much to them and even more to me. I love you so much and you really are my answer to, ‘What is love?’.” You couldn’t suppress your laugh at the impossibly cheesy line Jeong had just pulled, making you fall for her more, “I love you too, No-jam. And thank you girls for making her all soft, it’s cute.” Jeongyeon frowned as all her members surrounded you guys in a group hug. And in that moment you knew, you hadn’t only found your soulmate but your family too.

Momo

“Please forgive me.” (My dog actually inspired this while she was lying in my bed when I was writing)

There wasn’t a lot in life Momo was completely sorry for. But this so happened to be the greatest exception. Momo felt terrible for forgetting your guy’s anniversary as she’d been so caught up with schedules and practices that she had just forgotten, but she finally decided on the perfect way she was gonna tell you she was sorry. “You know what you have to do, right?” Momo asked the little pup in her arms as he barked back happily. His little tail wagging as she resecured the gift strapped to his back, “Okay, let's do this!” Momo let out a breath as she knocked on your door, waiting a few seconds before the sight of you greeted her, “Hello.” You smiled as you eyed your girlfriend and the little terrier in her arms. “This is for you. I wanted to say sorry, for forgetting our anniversary.” The Japanese girl placed what felt like your guy’s son in your arms as you looked at her in confusion, “You’re giving me, Boo?” It was now Momo’s turn to look confused as the pup looked between the two of you, “What? No! I couldn’t think of a cute way to give you my gift, so I just attached it to one of the cutest things I could think of.” You let out a laugh at your girlfriend’s endearing explanation as you spotted the box attached to Boo’s back, carefully opening it as you took out a ring, “What’s this?” Momo smiled, “It’s a promise ring. See!” She held up her right hand as you spotted an identical ring on her right ring finger. “You really mean it?” Momo nodded as she kissed you, sliding the ring onto your finger, “I love you so much, and I want to make you my forever someday, Y/N.” You smiled hard as you kissed Momo back, “Momoring, I love you so much too.” But, with how close your body’s were, the two of you were crushing Boo slightly making him yip as you both laughed, nuzzling him, “Yes, little guy. We love you too.”

Sana

“I’ll make it up to you.”

In all honesty, Sana felt terrible. So she came up with the best way she could apologize to you. It had been a week since Sana had come home late on your guy’s anniversary, apologies spilling from her lips as she took in the hurt look in your eyes when you realized she had forgotten. You tried not to blame her too much with her being an idol and all, but your girlfriend had spent most of that week sleeping on the couch and now you were waiting on said couch for her to get out of the bathroom so you guys could go on your makeup anniversary dinner. You frowned as you looked at the time on your phone, you guys were gonna be late if she didn’t hurry, “Satang, we’re gonna be late.” You called to her as you finally heard the bathroom door open, and Sana stepped out in a white t-shirt with the words: I Forgot Our Anniversary and this is How I Say Sorry, to the Love of My Life. In bold! Your eyes widened as a shy smile covered your girlfriend’s face, “Do you like it? Sorry it took so long to come in.” Sana looked at you expectantly before a smile broke out onto your lips, “I love it! Thank you.” You pecked her cheek as you laughed lightly, “I love you.” Sana smiled as she leaned into your side a sigh of relief leaving her lips as you two headed for the door, “I love you too, Y/N-Chan.”

Jihyo

“I’m so sorry, Y/N-ah.”

Jihyo wasn’t the type to forget, especially something as special as this. But, with everything going on she accidentally let it slip from her mind. When Jihyo had unlocked the door to your apartment she was greeted with the faint scent of candles and flower petals on the ground as she followed them to the bedroom. The door was left partially open as Jihyo peeked inside, you were starfished on the bed as your girlfriend came into the room. Sitting beside your sleeping form as she ran her fingers through your hair, eventually waking you up. You yawned as you sat up, noticing Jihyo was beside you, an apologetic smile on her face, “Hi, Jagi. I’m sorry.” You sigh, “It’s alright. I know you guys have been really busy, and you especially have a lot on your mind. I don’t blame you.” However your words did nothing to sooth the twisting feeling in Jihyo’s gut as she looked into your eyes, “That shouldn’t be an excuse. Yes, my job and my members are important to me, but so are you. Is there anything I could do, to make it up to you?” You pursed your lips in thought as a smile began to form, “How about...you kiss me and find out?”

Mina

“Stupid schedules.”

You didn’t blame Mina for forgetting. But what she did to make up for it, was something you wouldn’t forget. Yesterday was your guy’s anniversary, and Mina had slept on the couch (not because you told her to, but because she felt like she wasn’t “worthy” to share a bed with you) when she came in late and realized she had completely forgotten how important today was. But, even with Mina’s apology breakfast, you were still confused as to why your girlfriend had blindfolded you and was driving the two of you somewhere, “So...do I get an explanation? Or do I just continue to be kidnapped by my girlfriend in my own car.” Mina let out a small laugh at your tone, “One, I’m not kidnapping you, you got into the car and put on the blindfold, willingly. And two, it’s a surprise.” You sighed as you sat back into your chair, “Alright, keep your secrets. But, it’s not my fault if we get pulled over because you have a blindfolded person in your passenger seat.” Mina just rolled her eyes as she continued to drive, finally stopping when she reached your guy’s destination, “Okay, Y/N. You take the blindfold off now.” But, you still hadn’t moved when Mina realized you had fallen asleep, she shook her head as she poked your side, “Y/N, wake up.” You woke up with a jump as you forgot you still had the blindfold on, “Wait, why is it dar...oh.” You laughed to yourself as you reached up to take off the cloth over your eyes, blinking as your eyes readjusted to the light. Your jaw dropped as you looked out over the ocean, “Mina.” The Japanese girl smiled shyly as she took your hand in hers, “I’m really sorry about yesterday, Y/N, and I wanted to apologize somewhere only we know.” You smile as you bring her into a kiss, parting slightly, “It’s perfect, Minari.”

Dahyun

“You are important to me, Jagi.”

When Dahyun walked through the door to your apartment you could see almost every emotion cross her face. Then the tears that filled her eyes. As soon as the first tear fell, you were immediately rushing to your girlfriend’s side. Any ounce of annoyance vanished the second Dahyun curled in on herself as silent tears began to fall, it felt as if someone had put an anchor on her heart and she could feel it sink to her stomach. She felt terrible for forgetting your guy’s anniversary as she clung to your arm, “I’m so s...sorry I for…forgot.” You shushed her as you rocked her in your arms, kissing away her tears as you hugged her close, “Hey. There’s no need for tears, you’re here now and that’s all that matters. Besides,” Dahyun looked at you with watery eyes as you gave her a reassuring smile, “we can still celebrate with the time that we have left. And when have we ever been a ‘normal’ couple? We march to the beat of our own drum and that’s what makes us so special.” Dahyun sniffed out a laugh as she nuzzled into your neck, “I love you.” You smiled before pecking her on the lips, “I love you too.”

Chaeyoung

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

If there was one word to describe Chaeyoung, it would probably be unique. And the same could be said for the way she decided to apologize. When Chaeyoung had opened the door to your guy’s shared apartment, her jaw dropped as she saw you asleep on the couch. Candles nearly at the end of their wick and the food cold on the table. The sight of it all made Chae sick to her stomach, how could she have forgotten your guy’s anniversary of all things! She sighed heavily as she went to cover your sleeping form with a blanket before kissing your forehead and leaving the apartment. You awoke slowly to the first rays of sunlight hitting you in the eye as you blinked, taking in your surroundings. That’s when your eyes landed on your girlfriend, who passed out on the floor beside you. Your shifting must have woken Chae up as she immediately went into a sitting position, nearly knocking your heads together. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You blinked at how quickly your girlfriend was spitting out apologies as you put a hand in her shoulder to calm her. “Chaengie, please slow down. What are you saying?” The rapper took a breath as she looked you in the eye, “I’m sorry, I forgot our anniversary. I swear it’ll never happen again,” You raised an eyebrow in question before she shrugged off her jacket. Plastic covering her forearm as you gasped, “Son Chaeyoung, you didn’t!” Chae smiled sheepishly as she took in your expression, “I couldn’t think of a better way to apologize because I love you, Y/N, and you mean the world to me.” You smiled as you looked at the brand new ink on your girlfriend’s arm, “I love it and I love you.” Chae smiled as she leaned into you, “I love you too.”

Tzuyu

“What do you mean, ‘It’s today.’!?”

Tzuyu may be made fun of and called, heartless. But, in reality she was far from it. It was late, the streets were quiet and it seemed as though the world had gone cold. The entire day, Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel like something was off or like she was forgetting something, and it wasn’t until she unlocked the door to your apartment did she realize what it was. When your girlfriend had come through the door you had been nodding off on the couch, but the sound of the door opening startled you awake, locking eyes with the Taiwanese girl as she silently took a seat beside you. “So...it was today, huh.” You nodded as you and Tzuyu sat in awkward silence. “Yup. And it seems like you forgot.” Your words came out with more venom then you had intended as your girlfriend flinched slightly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m such a bad girlfriend to you,” A single tear escaped her eye which was quickly brushed away, “I know people always say I’m the, ‘Savage Maknae’ who destroys their Unnie’s and doesn’t care. But, I do! I really do!” Tzuyu sniffed hard as your frown went from annoyed to concerned. “I care about you so much and you’re always there for me even when I’m not for you, and I forgot our anniversary!” The maknae put her head in her hands as you pulled her into a hug, “No, baby. You’re not a bad girlfriend, your job is demanding and I understand that, I would never hold that against you. And yes, you did forget our anniversary, but we still have tomorrow we could make it our own tradition.” You smiled softly as Tzuyu let out a watery laugh, “You’re too good to me, Y/N. Thank you, I love you so much.” You place a kiss on her cheek, “I love you so much too, Tzumong.”

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chocolvte · 5 years ago

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STRAY KIDS REACTION — getting into an argument with their s/o

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this post was requested by my lovely 💫 anon. happy belated birthday, darling! you told me you like angsty things, so i hope you like this!

LISTEN TO — out of love by alessia cara

BANG CHAN

as the clock slowly ticked past nine o’clock and towards ten, you felt the anger begin to bubble up in your chest until it settled in your throat and made your eyes water. standing up from your table, you left the restaurant where you had been waiting for your boyfriend for the past hour and a half without ordering. chan had been getting more forgetful lately and you had been trying to act like it didn’t bother you, but you couldn’t anymore.

“hi baby,” chan smiled, tossing his bag and coat onto the coffee table before flopping onto the sofa next to you. he moved to press a kiss to your cheek, but stopped when he noticed the tear tracks running down each of them.

“y/n? what’s wrong? what happe—,” he stopped short, eyes going wide as he remembered. “oh my god, our dinner plans. baby, i am so sorry, i swear i just got caught up in finishing this track and—”

“stop talking please. i really don’t want to hear your voice right now,” your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be. chan reached for your hand, looking distressed. you could hear him calling your name, but you ignored him as you left the room behind you in favor of the bedroom, where you could finally break down completely.

MINHO

you and minho were best friends before you were something more, so you were used to making fun of each other and pressing each other’s buttons, but you never let it get too far… until now.

somehow, you had gotten on the topic of the future and an argument started. minho wasn’t confused at all. he loved you and he knew that wasn’t changing any time soon. but for you, things were a little less clear. you’d been hurt before and you found it a little harder to trust that things wouldn’t change for the worse.

“do you even love me?” minho was shouting at you. you couldn’t say you blamed him for being angry, but that didn’t mean his words didn’t hurt. you felt your face get hot, tears stinging the back of your eyes as you tried to get an answer out.

minho scoffed, shaking his head at you. he was angry, but you could tell from the way he turned away from you that he was hurt too. “get out. i don’t want to look at you anymore.”

you didn’t know what to do. it felt like the world was falling apart around you, but you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know how to explain what you were feeling inside, so you did what minho asked and you left, feeling your heart crack a little more with every step.

CHANGBIN

all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. you hadn’t been sleeping very much in the past few days, too anxious or busy working to go to bed at a reasonable time. you might not see the problem, but it was binnie who had to deal with you being grumpy the next day and he was tired of it.

“can you please just go to bed a little bit earlier?” changbin didn’t want to get angry at you, but watching you roll your eyes at him was making that difficult. “even an hour would make such a big difference.”

“changbin, i have work to do,” you shook your head, just as frustrated as he was. “i can’t just go to bed whenever i want. and who are you to tell me when to go to bed anyway? you’re not my dad.”

“no, but i care about you,” changbin shot back, tired of arguing about this, “and i’m tired of watching you walking around looking like you’re going to fall asleep right where you’re standing. you need to be taking care of yourself. i can’t do everything for you.”

“since when have i ever asked you to do anything for me?” you felt anger bubble up in your chest. who did he think he was to talk to you like that? “i don’t know where this is coming from, but i’m tired of listening to it. if i’m such a burden to you, then i’m leaving.”

HYUNJIN

it was one of those fights that starts over something small and turns into something bigger. you had been doing your laundry and somehow one of hyunjin’s favorite shirts ended up mixed in with yours. you wore them all the time, so it made sense, but washing it with your other shirts died it pink.

“seriously? how many times have i asked you not to touch my things and you go and do something like this?” hyunjin wasn’t even sure why he was so upset. it was just a shirt, but it had been a hard week and somehow one thing led to another and he was yelling at you.

“i didn’t mean to,” you felt tears prick the back of your eyes, but you blinked hard to force them away. “it was a mistake. your shirt wasn’t even supposed to be in there.”

“it was with your other shirts because you’re always stealing mine!” hyunjin complained loudly, crossing his arms. he was glaring at you, something he never did. “why can’t you figure out how to leave my clothes alone?”

“okay i get it!” you exploded, finally shouting back at him. the angry tears you had been holding back finally started falling. “stop yelling at me! i get it.”

JISUNG

you and jisung almost never fought. you had been attached at the hip almost from the moment you met, so most of the fighting you did was playful. getting seriously mad at each other wasn’t something either of you knew how to handle.

one of the only times jisung has ever been upset with you was one night after work. you work part time at a café near your apartment and on nights when you work the closing shift you usually call jisung and he walks you home.

but on this night that didn’t happen. instead, you walked home alone and forgot to call him. that was what made jisung angry at you. he worries about you a lot and not even getting a phone call or a text explaining that you went alone didn’t help.

he didn’t argue with you so much as give you the silent treatment for a few days but it still hurt. you came home to four missed calls and as soon as you picked up he was yelling at you. at first he was relieved that you were okay, but then he was angry.

“y/n? oh thank god you’re okay,” the sound of his voice, a little bit scared and slightly tinny as it filtered through your phone’s speakers, filled your kitchen. “where the hell were you? do you have any idea how scary that was? anything could’ve happened to you! i can’t believe you would be so irresponsible…!”

FELIX

sometimes it was difficult for you to tell each other things. you were both so busy focusing on each other that you forgot to work through your own emotions. most of the time you’re able to work through your disagreements, but this time you were both frustrated and you weren’t getting anywhere.

“what do you mean you can’t talk to me?” felix was trying not to get frustrated with you, but he just didn’t understand where this was coming from. “i’m always here for you, y/n, you know that.”

“are you, lix?” you bit your bottom lip, trying to force away the emotions that had been welling up inside you for the past few weeks. “you’re so busy. i know that your job is important, but you barely even have time for yourself anymore, much less me. i just feel like i’m bothering you.”

“that’s so stupid,” felix snapped. he didn’t know why he was reacting the way he was. he just felt so tired and stressed out and he wasn’t in the mood to console you, as awful as that sounded. “i might be busy, but it doesn’t mean i don’t care.”

“then why are you so angry right now?” you almost shouted. you felt tears threatening to spill over. “you say one thing, acting like you love me, but then you give me the cold shoulder and act like i’m making your stress worse.”

“maybe you are!” felix burst out. he regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, but he couldn’t stop himself from shouting at you. “i don’t need this, y/n! i don’t need to come home from a stressful day to more yelling!”

SEUNGMIN

it was only a misunderstanding, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. seungmin was planning a surprise for you. he had been on tour for the past few months and he wanted to come home for your birthday. he had to arrange it with your best friends and you caught one of them talking with him on the phone about “keeping things between them a secret from y/n.” normally you would never have doubted him, but with so many months apart, for once you let your insecurities get the best of you.

“seriously? we’re apart for like a month and you’re already talking to someone else?” you and seungmin had been arguing for almost half an hour now, on the phone. he was trying to explain the situation, but he and the members were filming something soon and he couldn’t be late.

“y/n, it’s not like that,” seungmin protested, feeling anger well up in his chest. he shook his head, leaning against the counter in his hotel room’s bathroom. “can you just listen to me for a second? i promise i can explain everything.”

“sure you can,” you scoffed, trying to keep your voice from breaking. “i trusted you, seungmin, and you let me down. i don’t ever want to talk to you again.”

seungmin bristled, ready to jump to his own defense when the sound of you hanging up reached his ears. he stared at the phone in shock, pressing recall over and over again. you didn’t pick up.

JEONGIN

jeongin never thought he would be the jealous type, and normally he wasn’t, until you and hyunjin started hanging out together. you didn’t know each other until jeongin introduced you and at first he was happy that his best friend and his girlfriend clicked. it wasn’t until you started doing stuff without him that it began to bother him.

“he paid for it, y/n! it was literally a date!” jeongin couldn’t believe you. hyunjin took you out for lunch today to celebrate you getting the paid internship you had applied for at jyp, which would have been fine if hyunjin hadn’t lied to him about it.

“what are you talking about?” you felt equally angry. you had no interest in hyunjin and you knew for a fact that he was talking to another girl, so why would two friends having lunch together be a problem? “we had sushi! he paid because we were celebrating and he wanted to be nice.”

“he wasn’t being nice! he likes you and you’re either too blind or just too stupid to see it,” jeongin huffed angrily, running his hands through his hair. “why else would he lie about it?”

“i don’t know, jeongin! believe it or not i’m not a fucking mind reader!” you finally snapped, completely over this conversation. grabbing your coat, you shouted over your shoulder on your way out, “call me when you get over being a jealous jerk.”

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atmilliways · 4 years ago

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I was channeling exhausted Charles a little hard, because gd is moving tiring... I know I have some messages I should really get to answering, and I promise that will happen soon.

Anyway, happy belated birthday, @insomniac-pens!

Charles is couch surfing against his will; Emeto mention; Implied/Referenced Drug Use; Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism; Early klok

C'mon, Charlie, Stay

There was, for a brief period, a time when Charles was between apartments due to an unfortunate infestation problem that had allowed him to break his lease early. It allowed him to lease a much better place, closer to both his office and the new band he was managing, but with one catch: it wouldn’t be available for him to move in for another six weeks.

To his surprise, once the band found out about this they flat out refused to leave him alone until he agreed to crash on their couch. No amount of pointing out that he had the money to just stay in a hotel until his move-in date seemed to sway them. So, he dutifully shelled out his hotel money to pay for Dethklok’s apartment to be professionally cleaned and the couch reupholstered, and that was that.

Except, dear god, when did these men sleep.

Charles tried to think of them as men, but frankly it got harder the longer he stayed with them. Murderface had only recently turned twenty-one, and Nathan and Toki were still technically underage; that didn’t stop them or Skwisgaar or Pickles from constantly partying themselves stupid.

In the very living room (which they also used for band practices) where he was trying to sleep.

The last straw was when they gave Toki shrooms for the first time and he puked all over the coffee table, including the glasses that Charles had carefully folded and placed there before settling in for the night. Without a word of complaint or reprimand, he was simply up and packed and dressed enough to drive to the nearest hotel, because this was clearly not working.

“Dood dood dood, where’re ya going?” Pickles gabbled, dragging on the manager’s arm as he tried to head out of the front door.

“To get a hotel room, a hot shower, and a good night’s sleep,” Charles replied, although personally he felt that this should have been obvious.

“But you can do all that here!”

Charles sighed, resettling his duffle bag on his shoulder. “Thank you, Pickles, but we both know it’s, ah, only a matter of time before I get vomited on, and cleaning my glasses off was unpleasant enough.”

As if on cue, there were more retching sounds from further inside the apartment, followed by shouts and whoops of “He got the couch,” “That’sch twenty points,” and “Directs hits, everiesones does to takes the drink-shots!”

Pickles grimaced. “Okay, so maybe the kid wasn’t ready for caps. That’s my bad, I’m sahrry. But dood, you should still stay. . . .” He trailed off, looking around with a kind of urgent disappointment that Charles had only previously seen when the drummer was trying to find a misplaced stash. Then, with an uncertain grin, he added, “You can, uh, you can stay in my room if ya want.”

“Ah. . . .” Charles blinked. He was very, very tired, and not entirely sure he’d heard that correctly. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s got a door’n everything,” Pickles continued, obviously warming to the idea as soon as he saw that Charles wasn’t rejecting it outright. “You can even have the bed, I can ride the floor. Which I can actually see again now, thanks again for hirin’ those cleaners, dood! And I think I can even find ya some clean sheets and stuff. C’mon, Charlie, stay.”

So, soon afterward, Charles found himself back in his pajamas. They were just the t-shirt and boxers that he’d thrown a jacket and slacks over to leave, really, which by his temporary housemates’ standards apparently made him a prude. He was also swaddled in clean sheets and blankets on Pickles’ bed, as promised, and Pickles had receded back out to the party with a vague, Sleep tight, dood. Despite the lumpiness of the mattress Charles was actually quite comfortable and, with the door closed and the lights off, fairly well insulated against the noise of the band’s continued revelry.

He was asleep within seconds.

Some time later Charles woke not to loud noise or something landing on him, but because he had to pee. Not bothering to find his glasses or slippers in the dark (though he was wearing socks; he wasn’t an animal), he slipped out of bed and shuffled towards the door—

His foot connected with something warm and soft, possibly a stomach, and someone groaned, “Oof.”

“Shit,” Charles muttered. He groped along the nearby wall for a light switch. “Ah . . . Pickles, is that you?”

The lights snapped on harsh and bright, and it was indeed Pickles curled up on the floor, red dreads spayed out like fireworks against the dingy carpet, without even a pillow or blanket. “Yeeeeeeah?” Pickles replied blearily, squinting up at him.

Charles sighed. The last thing they needed was Pickles unable to play gigs because he’d tweaked his back or neck sleeping on the floor—although, in the short time he’d known the man, Charles had seen him passed out in worse positions. Still, couldn’t be too careful while Dethklok was still starting out.

“Get in bed,” Charles told him.

“Nnnn.” Pickles rubbed clumsily at his eyes and swiped and the drool that had collected on his goatee. “You get the bed, couch’s fucked fer now. . . .”

It was only a twin-sized mattress. Charles squinted back at it, then gave a mental shrug. “We’ll share. Just get in, I’ll, ah, be right back.”

He stepped over Pickles and headed for the bathroom. Both the toilet and sink were splattered liberally with vomit, enough that he doubted it had all come out of Toki. He hadn’t smelled any on the man he’d just invited to bunk with him, which . . . was all Charles had the energy to care about, at the moment. He sighed again and just pissed in the bathtub, because fuck it, he was still half asleep.

When he returned, Pickles had already burrowed into the blankets in the dead center of the bed. Not in the mood to be deterred, Charles turned the light off and wedged himself into the available free space on the mattress.

“Mmmhey,” Pickles mumbled drowsily somewhere near his shoulder.

“Scoot over,” Charles grumbled back, and when he got no response gave another shove with his hip. That seemed to get the message across because Pickles did scoot, squirming over and turning into him, clinging to Charles’ arm.

“‘S cold over here,” Pickles offered in explanation. He was pressed close all along the other man’s side, mouth closer to his ear in the darkness; his breath smelled of whiskey, cigarettes, and reefer. “‘Mglad you stayed, Charlie. Hotels fuckin’ suck . . . this is better, isn’t it?”

“Hm,” Charles hummed. All he really wanted to do was settle in and go back to sleep—although the warmth of a body next to his was nice. The hint of smoke was nice too, despite it having been years since he’d given it up himself. Lulling. Like a steady surf washing over him, pulling back, washing over him again. His eyes drifted closed and he felt himself relax, sinking into the mattress as far as the uneven springs would allow.

Then, a warm press of lips against his, so soft and tentative that at first he thought it was a dream—he often dreamed that way, slipping from real to unreal so quickly the change was imperceptible. And if it was a dream, why not kiss back? Charles let his lips part, turning into it, that warmth, placidly enjoying the gentle scratch of facial hair against his own clean shaven face.

It was the arm suddenly draped over him that gave him pause. That felt real, a solid palm splayed as near to the small of his back as it could get while he still lay mostly flat. A body leaning flush into his, silently crying out for closeness. Pickles.

Pickles tasted like a shot of Fireball in a dim, crowded bar.

Charles blinked his eyes open, breaking the kiss with a hand on the man’s shoulder. A client. A boss, if the band ever made it as big as he was determined to ensure they would. This was a huge breach in his personal code of professionalism.

“Charlie?” Pickles whispered, and it sounded so much like a plea (I want you, I need you, please don’t stop) that Charles gave his shoulder what hopefully came across as a reassuring squeeze.

“Pickles,” he murmured gently, “you’re drunk. I’m, ah, not sure this is a good—”

“I’m always drunk,” Pickles interrupted, mumbling petulantly.

True enough. Charles just hoped the fame and fortune would kick in before lover failure, for all the guys. Boys, really, playing around with their music and drugs and anyone they could get into bed with them. . . . Case in point.

He just wished he wasn’t so damn tired. Or at least that he was awake enough to handle this situation with the delicacy it deserved, because he hesitated, and sensed instinctively that Pickles noticed.

Still, he said, “Regardless, I don’t, ah, think this is a good idea.”

“So? Make a bad decision fer once, gahd.” Then Pickles kissed him again, throwing a leg over his manager for good measure and crowding into him once more with an urgent but surprisingly slow rhythm.

Charles had only known Pickles for several months—personally, anyway, but he wasn’t about to admit to being a Snakes N Barrels fan back in the day now—and had seen his usual approach to getting into someone’s pants. It usually involved lots of smiling, suggestive looks, wandering hands, and friendly offers to share whatever drugs he had on hand at the time.

Not once had he turned those attempts at charm towards Charles. He’d been insistent, stubbornly helpful, and . . . nervous. Even now, there was a fluttery quality to his grip, as though he expected to be pushed away more than anything else. Charles wasn’t very good at reading this sort of thing, and was only catching up on all this in retrospect, but Pickles seemed to be acting as though this actually mattered or something.

And Charles was tired, and it felt nice. Warm and comfortable. Pickles was drunk; maybe he wouldn’t remember by morning.

He let himself kiss back, and by the time he fell asleep again it was with an uncharacteristic smile on his face.

#metalocalypse #pickles/charles #chuckles #chickles #my fanfiction #earlyklok #charles foster offdensen #pickles the drummer

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lovelivingmydreams · 3 years ago

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@Meowthefluffy Zombie au au chapter 2

A happy belated birthday to you @meowthefluffy hope you enjoy it.

They had found themselves a safe space in the library. There was an underground parking to hide the car, the windows were high up so while it was well lit no one on the outside would spot movement and they could collect some books to help them survive. Knowledge and skill was crucial. Languages, knots, engineering… Anything that could help them out later. Virgil knew sign language, Janus knew French and Roman knew Spanish. They decided that to be safe they should each learn one additional language. Janus picked mandarin, Virgil Russian and Roman took Arabic. Roman had been very timid ever since they lost the horde. And Virgil hadn’t been exactly eager to talk to him. “V- Virgil? Can we talk?” Roman whispered. Virgil didn’t answer, nor did he look up from under the hood. He was checking over their car to see how long it would last them and what parts would need replacing soon. He wondered if they could make it to the shop to gather supplies for maintenance. “Listen… I understand that you are angry with me…” “Do you?” Virgil snapped as he finally got up, oil smeared over his cheeks, cleaning off his hands with a cloth he shoves in his pocket. He crosses his arms over his chest staring down at Roman. He’s definitely mad. “Because I don’t think you do. We’ve talked about how I feel about consent. But you go ahead and kiss me without so much as a warning! And then you plan to just go off so I can feel guilty and like a crappy person for the rest of my life? Are you that selfish?” Virgil seethed. Roman cringed. He did know. They’d talked about it plenty of times while watching movies. Virgil was not a fan of the ‘confess your love by kissing them without warning’ trope. “I was a coward, I know. It shouldn’t have taken the end of civilization and certain death for me to confess to you. But… I knew you’d be disgusted by me and I just…” “There’s another thing. We’ve been friends since before I can remember. You really think that little off me that I’d feel different about you just because of that?” Virgil growled. Roman looked up surprised. “But… You always laugh when people make those jokes… And…” “And that was wrong of me. I can own up to that. But you never said anything to imply you found them anything other than funny yourself. Has it occurred to you that I might do that for the same reason?” That… Roman hadn’t thought of that. “And didn’t I always come to your defense when people thought you were to girly? What did I say about that?” Virgil pointed out. “That… That I’m a different kind of manly. Like a prince…” Roman recalled. “Hence me calling you princey since kindergarten!” Virgil huffed. Roman’s head was spinning. Trying to make sense of everything he was hearing. “But you’re… You mean you’re…” Virgil was straight right? He did everything right. He rode a motorcycle, wore leather, worked on cars, liked aggressive music and guns… Sure he also wore make up but in a cool way.

Virgil shrugged. “I’ve been questioning myself for a while, I’m not sure. I don’t know how I feel about a lot of stuff right now. At this point I wanna see if either of our families are still around and make it so that we all live.” He stared Roman down again. “All of us. You are not allowed to die on me Roman. Understood? I’m pissed as hell. But that doesn’t change that I’ll keep you safe. Got it?” Roman’s heart went a thousand miles a minute. Virgil was right. With the end of the world hanging over their heads, this wasn’t the time to sort out this mess he’d gotten them in. But one thing was sure. Virgil didn’t hate him because of how he felt. He was mad about what he did and almost did though. And that was fair. If the roles were reversed he probably wouldn’t have been very happy about it either. But things could still be fixed. Maybe. “Yes… I’ll… See if I can put something together for us to eat,” he muttered softly. “There’s some supplies in the trunk. Use the perishables first,” Virgil instructed. Roman nodded. “Right… Good idea,” he said softly as he moved to the trunk and gathered some things to cook a decent meal for three. “I’m really sorry for hurting you Virgil… I just wanted to protect you for once,” he told him before disappearing back inside. Days turned into weeks and Roman had a hard time. Virgil’s anger at him subsided. Roman even woke up a few times finding that Virgil had moved closer to him either in his sleep or due to waking up from a nightmare. And when they were awake he slowly started to relax around him again. Roman wasn’t sure if he was waiting for him to make another move on him or to pull another heroic stunt, but he was slowly trusting that he wouldn’t. Janus was… He was clever. A master strategist, if Roman was completely honest. And he was handsome. And charming. And flirty. Towards both of them. But mostly Virgil. And that made Roman nervous. Because what if it wasn’t him but Janus who’d made Virgil question whether he was entirely, strictly into girls? Roman is too insecure to ask. They didn’t find their families. They decided to assume that they got out and were somewhere safe until proven otherwise. If only for their own piece of mind. Virgil recovered his tools from the shop, as well as some extra weapons and ammunition. They managed to raid a few homes and even an apothecary for first aid kits and medicines. Roman held a meticulous catalogue of all their perishable supplies. When Janus hinted at Virgil that he could give him CPR anytime, Virgil calmly deflected him and said that Roman would be the one playing nurse if any of them wanted to survive. “Though you might need to teach me some of the basics soon. I don’t want you to die cause I don’t know how to save you,” he’d added softly. Roman had blushed and nodded. Feeling hopeful that he was getting close to being forgiven. Then one night he woke up and found Virgil sitting at the window of the abandoned classroom they were hiding in for the night. Janus was sleeping. They must’ve switched watch recently. “V?” Roman whispered. They had to talk again. He needed to know where they stood. “You should be asleep Ro. You have three more hours until your shift,” Virgil said softly. Virgil always took the middle watch. Never allowing himself 8 consecutive hours. Roman and Janus both had tried to convince him to switch it up. But Virgil was adamant. Janus took first, Virgil second and Roman third. Virgil claimed that that way they’d all have breakfast waiting when they woke up. But Roman suspected Virgil didn’t want to disrupt his sleeping schedule if he didn’t want to. Ever since they were little, Roman had more trouble staying up late than getting up early. He’d loved getting up early actually. Sunrise was his favorite. Virgil and him had slept under the stars a few times. The only times Roman had managed to stay awake and alert for most of the night. It was almost sunrise when they finally went to bed. “I can’t… We need to talk,” Roman insisted. Virgil looked back. “I guess we do,” he sighed reluctantly. Roman went to sit with Virgil and looked out over the playground. “Are you still angry?” he asked. “… I’m still scared Roman,” Virgil answered finally. “I haven’t been angry with you for weeks. But I’m scared you will do something stupid and I won’t be able to protect you. I was… I froze last time. What if I freeze again and lose you without even trying to stop you?” Roman was shocked to find that Virgil’s eyes were filling with tears. “How do I live with myself if I lose the most important person in my life like that?” he asked. It was hard, trying not to be happy that Virgil said that. But the love of his life was in pain and Roman would be damned if he didn’t take that pain away. “Virgil, I did what I did because I knew you’d freeze up. You always do when you get dropped in unexpected situations. I knew that… That would shake you up enough to let me go. I used my feelings for you and what I knew about you to do what I thought was right. I regret doing that… I’m sorry Virgil. I…” Before Roman could continue he was pulled into a tight hug. “Promise me we’ll stick together from now on. Ok? No matter what you think is best for me. We’re a team alright?” Roman let himself melt into the embrace and nodded into Virgil’s chest. “Ok,” he said softly. The next month things seemed to go back to what would be normal for them under the circumstances if they’d never had a fight. They joked and teased and Virgil was comfortable with showing physical affection again. Roman was even warming up to Janus, who told him that while he enjoyed flirting and everything, he wasn’t very interested in dating of any kind. “Virgil and I have this game we’re playing, but I don’t care much about winning. He’s all yours your highness.” Being friends was much easier after that. There were scary moments. Stray zombies in what they thought was a clear building. Sometimes they found people who’d been infected and locked themselves away to give their family time to escape. But those situations were easily dealt with. The hordes were harder. Luckily they were rare. Only loud noises and bright lights attracted them and they tried their best to avoid both. But sometimes an engine would backfire or an animal would get spooked and make a ruckus escaping.

They didn’t encounter other survivors often. Usually at a distance and it seemed an unspoken agreement to not approach each other. It was the best way to avoid misunderstanding. It was Virgil’s birthday. Roman had done his best to keep track of time and been counting the days to do something nice for him. So he gathered the right ingredients and made the closest approximation to Virgil’s favorite pasta he could. They found themselves in a restaurant, as if the universe agreed to cut them a break and so Roman found the right spices and some unopened tubes of tomato concentrate. They obviously didn’t have ground beef but Janus had gotten good at providing them with fresh meat. Virgil nearly strangled the both of them when he realized what that smell was. The dinner was interrupted by a knocking at the door. It was soft, and rhythmic. Nothing like the way a zombie would sound. Virgil, naturally, took point and stalked towards the door. They all got ready to react if their visitor was hostile. “Good evening… Say, I haven’t smelled anything that good in ages. Mind if I join?”

#sanders sides #ts sides #roman sanders #Virgil sanders #janus sanders #zombie au #prinxiety

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tessisawriter · 5 years ago

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Tell Him (Andrei Svechnikov ft. Braden Holtby)

Request: Imagine being [Holtby’s] sister and dating Andrei Svechnikov but [Holtby] doesn’t know

A/N: Text messages are in bold. The original request was for Y/N to be Ovechkin’s sister, but since he is on my “Players I Don’t Write For” list, I switched it to Braden Holtby.

Warnings: Two swear words, angst

Word Count: 2.5k

It was hard enough being the Capitals’ star goalie Braden Holtby’s little sister, but try that while secretly dating superstar winger and member of the rival Hurricanes Andrei Svechnikov. That’s hard on steroids.

Things would’ve been a lot easier if you had fessed up to Braden already. But alas, you were sitting in primo seats in the PNC Arena in Raleigh three days after Christmas, watching your boyfriend’s team shell your brother, who of course had to be in net tonight, with quality shots. Braden wasn’t playing all that well, and you were on the edge of your seat, anxiously watching the action.

“Five minutes left.” Your sister-in-law, Brandi, was sitting next to you, and from the look of her shoulders, the tension was obvious.

“I can’t tell him tonight. He’s going to be so pissed!”

“I hate to say I told you so, Y/N, but: I told you so.”

As you turned to glare at her, the goal horn blared and everyone got up out of their seats to celebrate. You whipped your head back around in the direction of the Capitals’ net and saw Andrei in the middle of a group hug with his teammates. He was pointing at you and grinning widely. Braden took his helmet off and stared at the scene playing out in front of him.

“Looks like you don’t have a choice, honey.” Brandi patted you on the shoulder.

“I told him not to fucking do that, and what does he do? He does it!” you groused as you watched Andrei high five his teammates.

“He clearly agrees with me.” You didn’t answer Brandi because she was right.

You met Andrei eight months ago while his and your brother’s teams were playing against each other in the first round of the playoffs, but you didn’t start dating until you started school at Duke. While you weren’t that far away from your brother and Virginia, you were homesick, and you got Andrei’s number when you met him in the spring, so you ended up calling him during your second week at school and asking him to hang out.

It was nice hanging out with Andrei. While he didn’t live in Durham, he was only 30 minutes away in Raleigh, so he knew the area well enough, and he helped you settle in to life in North Carolina while you helped him improve his English (he was from Russia, and while he spent some time in the States before joining the Hurricanes, his English still needed some work). Within a few weeks, you were dating.

It scared and amazed you at the same time how fast you fell for Andrei. He was spontaneous and knew exactly how to cheer you up, making corny jokes that sucked so badly they were funny. Andrei was tired of hiding your relationship, and while you wanted nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops, you were afraid of disappointing Braden.

Braden was both your older brother and a father figure of sorts, since he was 12 years older than you. You moved to the States for high school and lived with him, his wife, Brandi, and your niece and nephew in Virginia. You loved your big brother and always confided in him about your problems, so it felt weird keeping such a big secret from him, but you did because you didn’t know how he would react. While Braden never explicitly told you to not date a hockey player, Andrei was a star player on one of the Capitals’ biggest rivals. And he just killed any chances of Braden’s team winning the game tonight.

Tonight was the worst possible night to drop the bomb on him, but Andrei just made it impossible to stall any longer.

You sat with your head in your hands for the remainder of the game, even when Panik cut the deficit from 6-3 to 6-4, because the game was effectively over. Besides, you had to figure out the best way to break the news to your brother about your relationship with Andrei, and fast.

***************

You were quaking in your boots as you stood in front of the Capitals’ dressing room, waiting for your brother to come out.

“Whatever happens, Y/N, I’ll be there,” Brandi reassured you. “He’s going to be mad at first, but he’ll forgive you. He loves his baby sister.” She ruffled your hair.

“I’m glad you figured it out: I would’ve gone insane if you hadn’t known, either.”

“I was a teenage girl once too, you know.”

You smiled at her. Brandi figured it out on Christmas Eve when Braden asked you and Brandi to accompany him to Raleigh for the second half of the back-to-back, and you initially said no. When Braden asked you why not, you made up a lame excuse about being tired from a long semester, and while he bought it, Brandi didn’t and pulled you aside after Braden went to bed. Telling her about your secret relationship lifted some of the weight off of your shoulders.

“And you made a smart choice wearing his jersey,” Brandi added.

You looked down at the three white stars and navy letters on the front of your red jersey before glancing at the white number 70 on your sleeve. Little did she know that you weren’t wearing an ordinary black t-shirt under your jersey, but instead Andrei’s shirsey that he gave you earlier this afternoon as a belated Christmas present. You might’ve told Braden and Brandi that you were taking an Uber back to campus to see some of your friends when in reality, you went to Andrei’s apartment. At least it wasn’t a complete lie: you took an Uber.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you jumped, not knowing who it was until you turned around and found your victorious boyfriend smiling at you.

“Hi, babe.” He peppered your cheeks with kisses.

“Andrei!” you whined, but you liked having his undivided attention.

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat. Still in Andrei’s arms, you turned to find your brother scowling at you, arms crossed against his chest. “Bray, I can explain—”

“Explain what? That you’ve been clearly been dating him and sneaking around behind my back to do it?” Braden rarely raised his voice, but the raw hurt in his tone made you wish he did. “I thought we had a better relationship than that.”

“Braden—”

“Brandi, I’m booking us another night at the hotel and I’ll make arrangements for us to fly out tomorrow. I don’t want to see her until we go to the airport.”

You started to cry. “I’m so sorry, Bray, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“I can’t deal with this right now. Let’s go, Brandi.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and away from you while you sobbed into Andrei’s chest.

***************

It was a silent drive back to Andrei’s apartment. Since you had nowhere else to go for the night, he insisted you stay with him.

Andrei parked the car in his space and as soon as you got out of the car, your phone chimed with a text.

“Is it him?” Andrei asked.

You shook your head as you looked at the screen. “It’s Brandi.”

Her text read: Are you staying with Andrei?

You shot a quick Yes back before walking into the building, Andrei following you.

While you were in the elevator, three grey dots appeared on the screen. You and Andrei watched as they disappeared and a text popped up in its place: I’m sorry about Braden. He just needs the night to calm down/process.

You swallowed before typing back: I get it and the elevator doors opened on Andrei’s floor.

The grey dots appeared again when you were settled on top of the bed, Andrei’s arms wrapped around you, and the next text read: We have a private plane leaving at 2PM from Raleigh. Be at the airport at noon.

Followed quickly by another one: And bring Andrei with you.

You looked at your boyfriend. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I’ve got to face him at some point, and besides, we should tell him together. Properly, I mean.”

You smiled for the first time since you saw Braden outside the locker room. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.” Andrei gently kissed you on the lips before pulling away and saying, “You should answer her.”

“Oh, right.” You typed out the text and sent it—We’ll be there—before realizing something. “Shit. My carry-on is with the Caps’ bags!”

You hurriedly texted Brandi, and she quickly replied: Don’t worry; I have it. You’re good with the clothes you have on, right?

You cringed. “This is not good.”

Andrei leaned over to read the text. “What do you mean…? Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I’m wearing your shirsey!”

“You can borrow one of my other shirts.”

“Do you own any non-Hurricanes related clothing?”

“Of course I do!” Andrei huffed.

“Wait, let me rephrase that: do you have any shirts not related to hockey in general?”

This time, Andrei paused. “I do…somewhere.”

“It’s all right, we’ll worry about it in the morning. I just really want to go to sleep.”

Andrei got up off the bed and went over to his drawers while you texted Brandi to say good night. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a Hurricanes t-shirt for you to wear and tossed them to you. You smiled and went into the bathroom to change.

When you came back out, Andrei was already tucked into bed, and he was shirtless.

“Come here, babe.” He held out his arms to you, and you collapsed in the bed next to him. “I’m really behind on laundry, so I don’t have another clean shirt. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, babe.” A moment of silence passed before you continued: “You were right, you know. I should’ve told him earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I get where you were coming from.” He kissed your cheek and you snuggled further into his arms. Before you could fall asleep, though, he added: “A private plane, though? Really?”

You chuckled. “Leading your team to a Stanley Cup has its perks. Not that he uses them often; leave that to Ovi.”

You could feel the vibrations of Andrei’s laughter as he pulled you even closer to him than before.

***************

You were so tense on the drive to the airport, not even Andrei’s bad jokes could make you smile.

Brandi texted you earlier that morning, telling you Braden was still in a bad mood but that she expected him to forgive you. You weren’t so sure he would. He had never acted like this before, and you were scared you ruined your relationship with your brother.

Your stomach churned as you and Andrei walked up to the terminal entrance.

“Are you okay?” Concern was written all over his face.

“No. But there’s no turning back now,” you said and grabbed Andrei’s hand as you walked through the doors.

Brandi and your brother were waiting on the other side of the door.

“Hey, Bray,” you said, trying to sound as casual as you could. “I—”

“How long?” Braden cut you off.

You gulped. “Almost five months.”

“Five months.” The last part came out like a whisper, so he cleared his throat before continuing. “Wow, okay. Look, I’m sorry about last night. I should never have left you in the arena like that. But I was really upset, and I still am.”

There was a terrible silence before Andrei blurted out: “I’m the one who insisted we keep it from you. Don’t blame her; it’s all on me.”

Braden regarded him for a moment. “I know for a fact that’s not true, but I like that you’re defending my sister. If you don’t mind, though, can I talk to her alone for a moment?”

“Sure, I’ll just—”

“You don’t need to leave, we’ll talk over there.” Braden pointed at the big windows, and you followed him.

“Y/N, I want you to know that I’m not mad about you dating Andrei. I mean, it upset me at first, but it’s because so many changes have happened: you went off to college, and now you have a boyfriend…but I’m over it now. You have to live your life.” He cleared his throat. “There is one thing, though: I’m hurt that you felt you couldn’t tell me. Why did you feel that way?”

You felt a tear fall down your cheek. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Andrei plays for one of your biggest rivals.”

Braden scoffed. “I couldn’t care less about that. I care about the way he treats you, and from what I’ve seen so far, he’s good to you. I think he might even love you.”

You blushed. “I think I might love him, too.”

“Then that’s all that matters. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you, Y/N.” Braden wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You held on as if he were going to disappear.

“I love you too, Bray.”

You pulled away from the hug, only to find Andrei and Brandi standing right behind you.

“Are you guys good?” Brandi asked.

“We’re good.” You smiled.

“Thank God, I don’t ever want to see you two fight again.” She came over and hugged you.

“As for you, Andrei,” Braden turned his attention to your boyfriend. “Just because I live in Virginia doesn’t mean I won’t come down here and kick your ass if you hurt my sister.”

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting her.”

“Good. Now I know you’re an adult,” he shifted his attention back to you, “but promise me you’ll stay in the dorms on weeknights and not take your focus off your studies. You’ve worked so hard to get here, and you’re going to graduate from college.”

“Yes, Dad,” you joked.

“Okay, I think we’ve covered everything. I’ll give you two a moment.” Braden grabbed Brandi’s hand and walked over to the ticketing counter.

“I’m so glad it went well,” you said.

“I knew it would: he’s just protective of you.”

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Anytime. When do you come back?”

“Nine days.”

“Ugh, it feels so far away,” he whined, and you laughed.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned in and kissed him.

“Ahem! No PDA around me!” Braden shouted, and you and Andrei pulled away from each other laughing.

“Call me when you land?”

“I will. See you soon.” You kissed Andrei on the cheek before joining Braden and Brandi at the ticketing counter to go back home.

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