#gotta be real careful about not burning frozen feets

[britcision]

Woooo I’m getting through these… so, fun fact, there’s another two lil snippets covering the same time frame as this one, but they’re gonna be over on the other lil series on AO3 because they’re a) longer and b) directly the Kabumisu storyline

So, y’know, check that out and go follow that series too if you’re into that, I’m gonna try and get the not-smut one out first because it pretty much covers what’s going on during the day for this bit, and where Mithrun’s gonna end up

But for today, our favourite rogue teleporter is going extra rogue! Luckily it’s not like Kabru was sleeping well either, so he can wrangle him back to bed.

And cuddle. For body-heat reasons, obviously.

Warnings: body horror in the context of nightmares, neglect of Mithrun by himself and also his caregivers

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After Dinner Mints - Definitely Not Watching You Sleep

If he was honest with himself, Kabru had assumed he wouldn’t have much to do with the Canaries now that everything was over. Unless they still planned on arresting him and returning him to Milsiril, but that wasn’t to be (thankfully).

He knew they’d be staying around until the dragon had been fully eaten, and then he assumed they’d sail back west and he’d never see any of them again.

If he was even more honest with himself, that thought ached, just a little. Which was ridiculous; he’d known the captain barely more than a week, and the others for the change between that and the final battle. They were hardly close comrades.

It was probably just trauma bonding; they’d been through a lot together, and Captain Mithrun especially had saved his life half a dozen times. And relied on him for just as much, if not more.

But they were out of the dungeon, and Captain Mithrun’s squad would obviously take over his care again; why would they leave their vulnerable captain anywhere near Kabru? He’d already kidnapped him once.

And then Laios had come and asked him where the captain was, and they’d found him under a tree. Waiting to die, and while he wasn’t taking any actions to speed up the process, he also wasn’t willing to do anything to slow it.

Kabru had not taken it well; he could admit that much, but since it had also worked he wasn’t about to apologise either.

It had seemed obvious that he’d be the one to stay with Mithrun and take care of him that day. He’d half expected to be turned away the next day, and mostly only went to the clearing that morning to check the captain was still moving.

But no, the prisoners had welcomed him cheerfully, and even directed him to go and find the captain himself when he wasn’t already up a day later. (With ulterior motives; all four of them shared a damn tent, and Cithis had been snuggled close enough to Mithrun that their silhouette almost looked like one multilimbed creature.)

He’d even officially been added to the captain’s care roster by Flamela, the other Canary captain who seemed to hate pretty much everyone. So by the third day, he’d fallen into an easy routine: get up, grab a cheap breakfast at the inn, and wander to the Canaries’ encampment to get the captain’s schedule from Pattadol.

Officially, he’d have about a four hour shift at some point in the day where he’d be expected to come and take care of the captain. Unofficially, he could wander over pretty much whenever he liked, and the convicts were all very happy to “trade”. Not that they ever came back on his shift, of course.

Not that he really wanted them to either. Kabru was no cook, and while he did want to help, he… wasn’t good at anything relevant. Anything except dealing with Captain Mithrun.

He could carry pots and pans, he could wash dishes, he could move around vegetables and fruits and touching the actual dragon meat made him want to scream but when it was frozen he could pretend it wasn’t meat at all. He could, theoretically, just peel vegetables all day and be helping.

But he was good with Captain Mithrun, and apparently no one else was, because this morning, on the fourth day he’d been up early and gone for a walk before the sun rose (there may have been dragon-meat related dreams involved). And he’d found the captain pulling apart more of the dragon’s carcass, although not for long, since he’d collapsed half way through Kabru trying to argue him out of the hole.

It was deep enough that Kabru had to put him on the elevator they’d been using to get the meat out, then climb the ladder and haul him up that way. And the bastard had tried to roll off the platform. Couldn’t even stand, and he still wanted to keep going.

Luckily Kabru’d had the foresight to put him in the middle, so he’d had the whole thing up and on the ground before Captain Mithrun reached the edge. Hauling the stubborn asshole up and onto his back, Kabru frowned around. Someone should have been keeping an eye on him.

“Who’s meant to be at your tent, Captain?” Because of course, Captain Mithrun hadn’t been set up with the rest of the Canaries, down at one of the beaches. He’d kicked up a fuss the first night (well, kept turning around and walking away the second no one was physically holding him, and Pattadol had declared it not worth the trouble), and wardens got their own tents anyway, so his was just off the clearing and a little further in the woods. The plan was to both keep the carcass out of his line of sight and to keep anyone from wandering into it by accident.

But he needed someone else to make him sleep anyway, so Kabru had made sure a second cot was inside so they wouldn’t have to leave him alone. Of course, Kabru had his bed in his usual room at the inn, and wasn’t really all that into camping so he hadn’t pushed for a night shift.

He didn’t know sleeping spells anyway. Although apparently they weren’t particularly effective.

Captain Mithrun huffed impatiently against his neck, but didn’t have the energy to try and poke him around.

“No one. Cithis put me to sleep. I assume she left,” he grumbled almost inaudibly, and Kabru bumped him a little higher to try and rouse him and also move the grumbles closer to his ear.

He was pretty sure the captain also called him an oaf under his breath, but he couldn’t prove it.

Honestly, he’d assumed Cithis would especially enjoy an opportunity for a more private place to sleep when he’d put the second cot in. He’d have to… half way to the tent, he paused.

“Did she do it wrong?” He asked, suddenly uncertain.

The Canaries had been drugging or enchanting Captain Mithrun to sleep for fourteen years. Cithis specifically had him sleeping in late yesterday. He shouldn’t have been up at all.

“No. Doesn’t always work,” the captain huffed, his head flopping forward so a pointy chin stabbed at Kabru’s shoulder.

“That’s more of a reason for her to stick around in case it needs redoing,” Kabru grumbled, but got going again anyway.

He’d probably just exhausted his mana again, especially if he’d been going part way through the night. Sleep wasn’t going to be optional now, even if Kabru had to watch over him personally.

At least the tent was protected from the early morning chill with a few additional enchantments, and they had a proper cot along with the bedroll. Which was still Falin Touden’s, so no one had done anything at all to the set up Kabru had made himself.

He’d be annoyed about it later. For now, he moved the captain carefully onto the bed and hissed in irritation as he noticed something else.

The captain had been in full uniform, so Kabru had assumed he’d dressed himself as part of getting up. If he had, he hadn’t bothered putting on his fucking boots.

The elf was barefoot, and had been standing on frozen meat for who knew how long. His feet were a nasty purplish grey that did not belong on a human of any variety, even one as pale as the captain. Cupping one with both hands, he drew a line of pressure with one thumb and waited for the white mark left behind to fade.

It didn’t.

Captain Mithrun frowned at him.

“Ow.” It didn’t sound particularly emphatic or like an actual exclamation of pain, but that didn’t mean anything.

Beginning to actually worry, Kabru pushed the elf down onto his back, sat on the end of the cot, and tugged up his tunic so he could press both fucking freezing feet directly to his torso. Captain Mithrun tried to pull them away, but Kabru held on tight.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, Captain, and probably painful, but your feet are dangerously cold. You can’t just stand on a block of ice without your boots, what were you thinking?” Kabru asked sharply, well aware that it was probably a futile question.

He wasn’t sure if Captain Mithrun could even feel hot or cold, but one of the first things that went with this kind of injury was sensation. Warming back up was always painful too, but at least Kabru’s body heat couldn’t accidentally burn him.

He did have to shift position though, wincing as he moved the captain’s feet to a spot they hadn’t already leached all the warmth from.

It took a moment for him to notice he hadn’t actually gotten any kind of response at all, and he frowned up at the captain’s face again. Captain Mithrun looked… embarrassed? He wasn’t even pouting as hard as he had before.

When he met Kabru’s eyes, he even looked away again.

“I wasn’t. I just…” the next words from anyone else would probably have been “wanted to help”, and it made Kabru desperately curious about what the captain would say, but apparently he didn’t know the end of the sentence either. He fell silent again.

Huffing softly, Kabru rubbed at the tops of both feet quickly, hoping to generate some extra warmth. The good news was that they were already less grey than they had been before; they were still more purple than a normal skin tone, but they were picking up more red.

Captain Mithrun just stared at them, brows puckered like they’d let him down rather than the other way round. He also kept shifting them uncomfortably, which made Kabru’s fingers catch on his toes, and Kabru was running out of stomach that wasn’t already cold to the touch.

Gritting his teeth, he shifted Mithrun’s feet a little higher at the next change of position, tugging his shirt and tunic back down over them as much as he could. The captain pulled another face, toes curling against the upper part of Kabru’s chest, and he covered both feet quickly over his clothes with his hands.

“I know, Captain, bear with me. Maybe try to remember this part the next time you’re wandering off somewhere and check you have your boots?” He tried, more than a little exasperated.

Mithrun shot him a sharp look, which faded almost immediately into that same strange little frown, his eye drifting straight back off Kabru’s face. His feet still felt icy against Kabru’s skin.

Maybe he should actually get someone who knew some healing magic… except he didn’t want the captain walking around anymore, and leaving him alone was out for obvious reasons. He’d have to carry him, and Kabru was at least aware that he himself should warm his core back up before leaving the warmed tent for the cold night.

He took a moment to bring one of Captain Mithrun’s feet back out of his shirt, checking the colour and doing the pressure test again. Definitely more red than purple now, and the white line he drew began fading back to red as he watched, if not as fast as he’d like.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to get someone to check later today. Pattadol, probably. She was a good healer, and would deal with Cithis leaving the captain alone for the night too. Because that absolutely wasn’t happening again.

Letting out a little sigh of relief, Kabru cupped one frozen foot in both hands and half smiled at the captain.

“The good news is I don’t think there’s any harm done, but we’ll get Pattadol to check in the morning. If they keep hurting or you get any numbness or tingling you have to tell someone, okay?” He asked, not really hoping for much of anything.

Captain Mithrun sunk down like he was trying to hide in his own tight collar, frowning past Kabru at the wall of the tent. Even the quiet “I’m fine” was less annoyed or bored than usual.

Kabru’s smile widened in spite of himself. Now that he’d gotten the sudden panic under control and the worry with it, he had to admit that the captain was kind of sweet when he obviously felt bad about something. Like a little kid who hadn’t expected to need rescue.

That raised a new worry, because Kabru had a sudden dark suspicion that he was playing the role of Milsiril in that little analogy and he did not like it. He’d been in the captain’s place more often than not with his stepmother, although he’d like to believe he’d been less careless with his own safety.

He’d like to. He wasn’t sure he actually believed it.

Clearing his throat, he pulled the captain’s other foot out for a quick check. Both were definitely looking better already, still starkly red instead of their usual pallor but at least his circulation had started up again. The white lines left by his fingers faded, still not quickly, but they filled in with red as he watched.

“I wasn’t out long,” Mithrun put in quietly, his eye on Kabru’s face until the moment that Kabru looked up to meet it, and then it skittered away again. His lower lip slid out in a pout that was definitely less irritated than usual. “I wasn’t awake long. I just. Didn’t wait.”

His gaze skittered over to the door of the tent and Kabru sighed softly, covering his feet with both hands again and tucking them into his lap. He wasn’t about to remove any layers to give the captain direct skin access there, but it was the warmest spot he had and the heat in the tent would help too.

“Honestly Captain, you shouldn’t have had to. I’m just glad you got… dressed…” about to shake his head, Kabru stopped, brows drawing down into a frown.

One of the things Mithrun had been emphatic about was that if he had a routine, he could usually follow the steps. When he was in a dungeon or on a mission, that broke the routine, and carving the dragon had been a singular mission for him until now.

But when he had a dungeon or a mission, he didn’t do any steps.

And now he’d actually taken the initiative to pull a corner of the blanket from under his body and tugged it over his head. Kabru’s lips twitched again, but he got the urge to smile under control very quickly.

And helped the captain rearrange the blanket so that he was wrapped in it on all sides to keep what little body heat he had in. Once the elf was securely burrito’d (except for his feet, which Kabru was keeping custody of until they weren’t noticeably cold against skin), he rested a hand gently on a covered knee.

“Captain, you didn’t get dressed did you?”

The top half of his head having been excavated during the wrapping, Mithrun made another attempt to turtle back into it, his lone eye peeking out at Kabru.

“No.” It was muffled, but still audible. And honestly, even the idea that the captain could be embarrassed by his own behaviour was news to Kabru; new enough that it might not be the actual explanation.

He’d never shown any indications when Kabru had literally caught him mid collapse, or even really any gratitude. Even hiding to avoid the nagging would be a good sign though, since it might be part of a desire to avoid it.

Usually he just bitched about it until Kabru shut up or was distracted by something trying to eat them.

That little revelation could wait though, since now Kabru was suddenly angry.

“Have you even had a change of clothes? We’re not in the dungeon anymore, Captain, I understand you’re still on a mission but there’s no reason you can’t have clean clothes or comfortable sleeping things! Didn’t Cithis even try?!”

On the ships there wasn’t a practical way to do any kind of laundry, and thanks to the changeling spores Kabru had actually washed himself and his clothing a lot more in their last dungeon adventure than he usually would. Wearing the same things for days at a time wasn’t a problem, when there wasn’t any alternative.

They were practically in town. There were plenty of alternatives.

Captain Mithrun poked his head out a little further, brows drawn down as he examined Kabru through his dark eye. Whatever he was looking for, he either found it or gave up quickly, and lay back.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t mind, and it saves time.”

Frustration rising, Kabru forced it back down and took a few deep, calming breaths. There was half a chance he’d ordered her not to make him change in the first place, although she shouldn’t have listened. It wasn’t like she was particularly diligent with orders.

Either way, getting angry or upset with him was pointless. It wouldn’t do anything useful, and wouldn’t make him more likely to listen to anything else Kabru said. At most, he’d get angry back and that would be much worse.

Five slow, deep breaths later and Kabru shook his head, looking around the tent.

“Do you have sleeping clothes, Captain? Whatever you’d usually use?” He had no idea how much it’d be, given how little time Canaries in the field spent with any laundry beyond whatever cleaning spells someone might know, but surely there was something.

The captain stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head. Didn’t expound on it or explain, but Kabru had already spotted a solution.

Laios’ shirt was still bunched in a corner of the tent.

Tucking the captain’s feet carefully into the blanket, he hurried to grab it, shaking it out and frowning at it. It had been cleaned at least once since everything had ended, which was good. It might not be pristine anymore, but it was better than nothing. And, being in the tent, it was warmer than the clothes Mithrun was actually wearing.

Turning back to the bed, he looked at the wrapped and round bundle of elf and hesitated again. Would asking the captain to change now do more harm than good?

It’d depend if he’d been sweating into his other clothes, because if they were wet they’d have to come off. Honestly, Kabru should have worried about that sooner, but he’d been distracted by the state of his feet. If they were that bad, how bad was the rest of him?

Chewing on his lower lip, Kabru sat back on the edge of the cot and frowned at the captain, who was just staring at the ceiling. In the end, he had to ask. It was just simpler.

“Can you feel the cold, Captain?”

Captain Mithrun glanced over at him again, then back to the tent.

“Yes. I just-”

“Don’t care, I understand,” Kabru agreed, sagging a little in relief. That would help. “I do care though, Captain. If you get sick, you won’t be able to move or do anything, even use your mana. So we have to get you warm again, right?”

There was a long moment where Mithrun looked over again, actually keeping eye contact as he examined Kabru. Who tried not to visibly fret. With the demon, reframing things to follow the captain’s desire had always resulted in immediate compliance.

Maybe even his desire to help Falin be eaten wasn’t a whole desire yet. Not so powerful as his need to find the demon again, certainly.

But finally he nodded, shuffling under the blanket for a while. Kabru was about to ask what he was doing when a hand finally emerged, pale and cold.

“The cape too. More layers will help.”

He managed to get changed without actually getting out of his blanket wrapping, passing out the cold and slightly frosted armour instead of just dropping the blanket when Kabru pointed out he’d need the heat.

In the meantime, Kabru found a second uniform under the cot, with clean trousers, underwear, and socks that he immediately passed over, along with the extra cape. The one he’d used for cutting was out of the question.

The captain let Kabru check his temperature without question, at his temples and then both his arms, and a finger down the back of the overlarge shirt to get a feel for his core.

The elf always felt cold to Kabru, but at least the rest of him wasn’t so badly off as his feet had been. It really mustn’t have been long, but it shouldn’t have happened at all.

What if Kabru hadn’t had that nightmare? What if he hadn’t gone for an early walk? Who would even have found the captain, and when?

Did the Canaries even have an established night shift? What the hell did they think the second cot was for? Why was Kabru the only person even trying to account for the captain’s needs?!

Shaking his head, Kabru forced himself to let it go. He could have a word with Pattadol in a few more hours when the sun was fully up, and. They.

No, that wouldn’t work. Cithis definitely Did Not Like Pattadol, and going through her wouldn’t make Cithis want to listen. He’d have to find a way to appeal to her self interest directly; maybe asking her if she could heal Captain Mithrun, and see the risk herself.

It wasn’t like Kabru would always be around to catch him when he was doing something dangerous.

And since he’d be sticking around here for the next few hours, and also needed to warm up (and try to get the captain to sleep)… Glancing around, Kabru fetched the second unused blanket from the other cot, then nodded to the captain.

“I’m cold now too. We’ll warm up faster if we use both blankets and share body heat, if you don’t mind?” Asking was mostly a formality, since the captain didn’t seem to care who did anything, but Kabru wasn’t going to stop trying.

Having desires could be like a muscle, so encouraging him to care about anything in any way might be helpful later on.

This time, Captain Mithrun considered him for a moment, then nodded and opened his blanket burrito. Kabru was about to climb in when he realized there was one important concern first; how the hell they were going to position themselves after.

Ideally, he’d like to get the captain lying down and see if he could sleep some more. That’d make tucking the ends of both blankets in more complicated, but they could do it. But it would also but a limit on the comfortable positions they could be in, if it was going to be a while to heat up.

He was probably overthinking it. After a moment’s thought, he pulled off his coat and tunic, and his own boots, leaving him in just his shirt and pants. It’d make it easier to share his heat with the captain. Then he wrapped the other blanket around his shoulders and sat on the edge of the cot.

“Your back to my chest should be the easiest, I think. If we lie down, maybe you can get some more sleep?”

Captain Mithrun gave him a very flat look at that, but since it was pretty much the same look he’d been given the first time he suggested a foot rub could help the captain sleep, Kabru ignored it. Being warm and comfortable was a pretty good soporific, especially when someone was already exhausted.

“You’re awake.”

That caught him off guard a little, although Captain Mithrun was already shuffling to lie down on the bedroll, keeping some of the blanket under him. Kabru fussed for a moment to get it under them both, trying to decide how to answer.

It wasn’t exactly a cogent argument. It was pretty much what that little kid he’d compared the captain to earlier would say. But… he wanted Captain Mithrun to feel respected, like his wants and needs were important enough for him to care about.

And. Maybe. Mithrun might be the only person who’d understand about the nightmares. Or at least the only person who wouldn’t judge him for having them.

Sliding carefully in behind the captain, Kabru waited until they were both mostly balanced on the cot while he tried to find the words.

“I… couldn’t sleep either, but probably for different reasons. I had a nightmare.”

There was a long moment, then the captain’s back relaxed and pressed against him. Pulling his own blanket over them both, Kabru wrapped an arm around him, enjoying the warmth of another person. He’d been sleeping alone for too long.

“About Utaya?” Mithrun asked softly, something tight and sad under the words. Kabru’s arm tightened reflexively around him at the words, holding him close.

Like the past might come and take this person away too.

He forced a short chuckle, shaking his head. Not being able to see the elf’s face helped. He didn’t have to worry about what he was thinking.

“No, actually… not exactly. I’m used to those. I used to have them a lot more, when I was younger. This one was just… about what we’re doing now.”

Mithrun made a noise that he could tell himself was inquisitive, although it was probably just an acknowledgement. Kabru pressed on anyway.

“I dreamed about eating the dragon meat. There was so much of it, and I couldn’t say no, but the more I ate the more scales kept coming up through my skin, and I scratched them off but then I had to eat those too, until my nails were claws and my teeth were too sharp and… and then…” the words had been easy until that point, spilling faster and faster but suddenly they were choking him.

One cool hand came and pressed over his, where he was holding the captain… probably way too tightly, it was probably uncomfortable, and he forced his grip to loosen but Mithrun’s hand held his in place.

“And then?” The elf asked softly, his voice still calm and even. Not judging. Not disgusted, or annoyed. Not pitying or condescending.

Kabru buried his face in the top of Mithrun’s head and breathed for a long moment, forcing himself to calm down. To let his heart stop racing.

“And then it wasn’t dragon meat I was eating,” he whispered against the soft waves of dulled silver.

He’d have wondered if the captain heard him at all, except that the elf’s hand tightened over his for a moment. Then it peeled his hand away, pulling it up and out of the blankets where Mithrun could examine it with both of his.

Kabru had never really noticed how much smaller Mithrun’s hands were than his before. Most of his acquaintance with the captain had involved being very hands on, grabbing the captain or carrying him when he’d fallen or passed out. Captain Mithrun was a pretty small guy, though he was solidly built for an elf and heavier than he looked.

His hands were rough too, hardened and battle scarred, and not the most delicate where they turned Kabru’s hand this way and that, pressing at the ends of his fingers and sketching the knuckles.

They were so much smaller. He could probably hold both of the captain’s wrists in one hand, or cup his hands together and fully contain both of Mithrun’s inside. The contrast of pale skin against his brown made the difference all the more stark, and he found himself watching with equal attention as Mithrun examined his hand.

Then the captain pulled it back under the blankets and placed it against his chest again.

“No scales or claws.” It was so incongruous that Kabru blinked, taking hold of the elf automatically.

“What… Captain, I know it was just a dream. I didn’t think I was actually going to…” he trailed off, trying not to sound too annoyed. Maybe it had been a mistake to mention it.

Captain Mithrun shook his head, pressing his hand to the back of Kabru’s.

“You don’t dream, under sleeping potions. Or sleeping spells when they’re done right. You’re not supposed to. But… I do. Sometimes. And the dreams don’t go away just because I wake up.” His fingers traced the backs of Kabru’s slowly, then pressed more firmly again.

Kabru’s mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to process the weight of that revelation. He’d known that sleeping potions and spells didn’t usually let people dream, it was one of the reasons you weren’t supposed to use them all the time to sleep, but…

Could it be something the demon had done? Left Mithrun with unusually strong or vivid dreams, too powerful to be blocked by the magic?

And his first thought had been to comfort Kabru. Not by telling him that it was just a dream, or hadn’t been real, or any of the patronizing crap he already knew.

He’d taken the fear seriously, had physically checked, and made sure there really was nothing there even when they both knew there couldn’t be.

What the hell did the captain dream about?

For some reason Kabru couldn’t bring himself to ask, the words trapped under a sudden lump in his throat. He wrapped his arms tighter around the elf, held him close and was sure Mithrun made a soft, almost pleased sound in response.

“I… understand. Thank you, captain.”

Mithrun made another quiet, contented noise, leaning further back into Kabru. He felt warmer already, the places where they touched much warmer than the rest even under the blankets.

Kabru had left his bed looking for a distraction, because the thought of trying to sleep again with that in his head was too much to bear. The thought of trying again now still wasn’t exactly appealing, but he couldn’t deny it felt… easier. Better.

Less terrifying. Less like he might actually throw up. The gentle warmth of the captain in his arms, the heartbeat he could feel against his hand and his chest, were grounding. Soothing.

He could only hope it was working as well for Captain Mithrun as the silence stretched between them, comfortable and familiar. It was a little surprising to realize that he actually felt safe, even in a tent in the middle of the woods.

Of course, knowing that every monster had fled as far and as fast as it could days ago helped. Cuddling up to the undisputed scariest person on the Island helped more.

It was interesting, actually; the dichotomy Mithrun represented. In an actual fight, Kabru was completely sure he’d never seen anyone more blatantly terrifying; there was just no defence against wayward teleportation. If Mithrun decided to swap a rock for your brain, the only thing that could stop him was his own lack of depth perception.

His casting was quick, precise, and almost instantaneous; if he had a loose object to send, the only question was if he would miss. It was hard to imagine anything being able to beat him, even after watching him go toe to toe with the demon twice and fail… actually, maybe moreso. The demon was basically magic incarnate, infinite power given form, and if violence was capable of killing it Kabru was pretty sure Mithrun would have succeeded.

He’d diced it finer than the dragon and even running on empty would have killed Marcille at full dungeon lord power if not for the demon protecting her. He was the epitome of an unstoppable force.

An unstoppable force who’d give himself frostbite because it didn’t occur to him to put on boots before standing on a block of ice. Who’d starve to death from sheer ignorance of his own body in a week. Who had no choice but to rely on others for every single one of his needs, all day, every day, because he couldn’t feel them.

Captain Mithrun really was the perfect weapon; completely impotent without someone else to wield him.

And Kabru had to believe he could find the human being under all of that, the determination and reckless power, and apathy and emptiness. The man he saw in those flickers of emotion that took over the captain’s face at the first stirring in his heart; usually irritation, stubbornness, or anger, but there were others too.

Smugness was probably the first thing Kabru had ever seen break the intensity/apathy combo that Mithrun usually wore; handing a room full of mercenaries their asses as easily as if he was herding children. There were other moments too though.

More since the dungeons fell, which was understandable; they had more to feel good about. Kabru had never expected to see Captain Mithrun cry, or really to see him laugh either, but he’d seen both almost at once.

There were the softer smiles too, and those were what Kabru held onto when the captain was being extra difficult. Usually uncertain, usually small, every single one held the promise that actual, genuine happiness was something that Mithrun could feel again. That he could still find joy in life.

(If pressed, Kabru would admit that he had some less than selfless reasons for clinging to those moments, and pushing so hard for Mithrun to recover. If someone as obviously, tangibly broken as the captain could still find worth and purpose in his life… well, obviously Kabru could too. How could he not?

Captain Mithrun couldn’t fix himself breakfast with a knife to his throat. Kabru couldn’t make a good breakfast necessarily, but he could get by.)

It wasn’t until his musings were interrupted by a soft, familiar snore that Kabru realized Mithrun had fallen asleep again, even without a foot rub to relax him. He wondered belatedly if he should have asked more questions about why the captain had woken; had it just been a shoddy sleeping spell? Nightmares of his own?

Hell, had Cithis not bothered to toss a blanket over him? The tent wasn’t cold exactly, especially not compared to the night, but with nothing but his uniform between him and the air, the captain didn’t exactly run warm.

He’d have to ask later. In the morning, once the sun had fully risen and it was actually a decent time to get up.

Actually, he’d probably have to tell the captain’s squad to bugger off and leave them alone for a few more hours, once they got up. The Canaries rose early, so it’d probably only be a couple more hours at most until they came looking.

As much as he’d like to get the captain’s feet looked at, he’d rather the elf get some more sleep first. It wasn’t like he had the mana for a full day of continuous teleport-cutting, so getting a lie in would probably do more for him than rising early. And it wasn’t like Kabru had anywhere else to be; ideally, he’d like Captain Mithrun to sleep until he woke on his own.

Hopefully they’d come in before calling out, and he could tell them to leave the captain alone for a while.

Which. Would mean they’d find them both on the cot together.

A perverse part of Kabru kind of wished he’d taken his pants off; they’d wanted to tease him when Cithis had the captain in her bed, it would only be fitting to repay them in kind. Of course, it wouldn’t actually fluster the fucking elves.

Actually, it’d probably make Fleki cackle and definitely wake the captain, and even if the others wouldn’t be so loud, they’d certainly have commentary for him later. So it was probably for the best that he hadn’t.

Still, it wasn’t like he could miss them opening the tent. Despite being a chronic overthinker, it wasn’t like there was much to distract him just lying in bed with the captain in his arms.

It was just… peaceful. Warm, comfortable, and the rise and fall of another’s breathing to soothe him. Kabru found himself drifting in a haze of contentment, and hurriedly shook himself awake again.

But then again, why bother?

He’d barely gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep himself all told, and while he’d insisted they lie down for the captain to sleep (which had worked), being warm and tucked up in bed was working on him too.

It wouldn’t be hard. And if he did have nightmares again… well, he’d found out years ago (by Rin throwing things at him) that he was a grabber and a cuddler, especially when he had nightmares. And he already had Captain Mithrun held close; if either of them moved away they’d probably fall right off the cot.

If nothing else, he’d have someone with him. Be able to reassure himself, have someone to hold until he could breathe again. He’d hate to wake the captain up though.

Of course, he might not have the nightmare again. It had felt inevitable before, made him want to vomit just staying in his bed below the inn, and he’d had to get out. Not anymore though.

Now it felt far away and far less frightening; pushed back by Mithrun’s absolutely wild reaction. It felt silly that he’d been that upset in the first place, with Mithrun quietly reassuring him that he definitely wasn’t actually becoming a dragon, but not in a bad way. It even pulled a smile to his face.

And, well, it was hard to imagine what could frighten him while he held the most dangerous person on the Island to his chest, snoring like a squirrel.

Pressing his face to Mithrun’s hair to hide from the encroaching dawn, Kabru pressed his eyes shut.

Just a couple of minutes. Maybe an hour.

None of the convicts would deliberately wake them up if they saw he was there too; it was a solid 50-50 that Lycion or Fleki would just sit their asses down and wait to watch them wake up and see what happened, but Otta and Cithis would probably just leave and decide how to try and make his life hell with it later.

Since Kabru was already planning on making their lives uncomfortable for leaving the captain unattended, he wasn’t worried about it.

So waking up about four hours later to find himself and Mithrun festooned from head to toe with daisy chains wasn’t exactly expected, but nor was it hugely surprising.

**

The day itself was unremarkable; he spoke to Cithis early on, which went. As well as could be expected. She refused to see the problems even while casting a healing spell on the captain’s feet (mostly just to be safe; there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage).

Kabru was fully aware she was baiting him by suggesting he simply take over the night shift again himself if he didn’t trust anyone else to do it, but honestly? That had become his goal somewhere between falling asleep in Mithrun’s cot and chasing the captain and Cithis down.

He couldn’t force the Canaries to care about their captain. Or to realize that the easiest answer wasn’t always the best, though he hoped spending more time with Senshi might help there.

He could take matters into his own hands, and personally make sure the captain didn’t try anything like that again. Let Cithis think she was manipulating him.

Of course, having them both sleep squished up on one cot wasn’t a long term solution; there was a reason he’d brought a second. But through the course of the day, he also realized that he probably couldn’t trust the captain to wake him up if he was up early.

Kabru could put his cot in front of the entrance of the tent, and the captain could teleport out. And possibly get himself stuck in something. But Kabru already knew how to keep him from teleporting. Contact with a large enough surface.

Explaining it to the captain himself was a little more complicated; Captain Mithrun just stared at him blankly, standing to his full height inside the tent (which Kabru was a little jealous of; he had to hunch).

“You want to what?” He asked flatly. Kabru stifled a smile.

“To move your cot back and turn it, so I can set up the other one at a right angle to it. That way once you’ve gone to sleep, I can sleep with my head on your chest, so that if you wake up it’ll wake me too and I can help you.” It was an ingenious solution if Kabru said so himself; much less touchy feely than they’d had that morning, it’d give them both at least a semblance of personal space.

Sure, he’d still have to be invading Mithrun’s, but he had to anyway to keep him from teleporting away. But at an angle like that, he wouldn’t be able to grab or pull the elf into another hug in his sleep, even if he did have another nightmare.

Just his head had to be less annoying for the captain to deal with, right?

And Captain Mithrun clearly agreed, since he just stared at Kabru for a while and then helped him move the beds into position! Okay, he didn’t actually say anything to agree or disagree, but he actively helped set things up, which was the same thing.

It even felt comfortingly routine for Kabru to sit at the end of the cot and give the captain his foot rub, feeling him relax gradually under his hands. He’d been a little worried that sleeping in that morning might have thrown the captain’s schedule off, but it clearly hadn’t; he fell asleep as quickly and easily as usual.

Getting to then move to the other cot, even if he did shift himself up so that his head rested on Mithrun’s chest instead of his pillow, was less routine. Part of him still wanted to sit watch, but there was no point.

There were no monsters nearby, and no one on the Island likely to try and start trouble with the Canaries. Even if there was, Kabru was a pretty light sleeper. There was no way Mithrun would be able to slip away from him either. If he moved, Kabru would wake up, and could help him either get back to sleep or deal with whatever issue had arisen.

If nothing else, Kabru was sure he’d help the captain get a better night’s sleep.

**

Mithrun wasn’t exactly sure what woke him, which was pretty much his normal. Most of the time it was likely as simple as the sleeping spell running out, or potion wearing off, even if it was early. But he never could tell.

It took a moment for him to remember that he’d not had either that night, which was a new puzzle. It was still dark, and while his sense of time wasn’t the best, it didn’t seem like it had been long since he fell asleep.

Kabru was lying with his head on Mithrun’s chest, still deeply asleep, which was. Possibly related. It made it a little harder to breathe, and Mithrun took a few deep test breaths. Didn’t seem to be a major problem though.

He lay in the dark for a while, watching the outline of Kabru’s head in the monochrome world of twilight. He understood the purpose, of course; that Kabru would be awakened if he moved, so he couldn’t wander off alone again.

Tedious. Potentially effective, although he was plainly awake now and Kabru wasn’t.

Although. It wasn’t like he wanted to move. Or had anywhere else to be. Did he?

It’d be a pain to dislodge Kabru. So maybe it was effective in keeping him in bed at least.

Slowly, unbidden, a hand rose as if to rub at the spot on his chest that was usually the most hollow, but occasionally sparked a glow of warmth, or sorrow. It was warm now, in a soft, gentle way, but Kabru’s head was directly over it.

As if the tallman knew that was where the best path to Mithrun’s desires lay.

(Well. He assumed it was the best path. It was where all the feelings he didn’t understand lay? And he wasn’t sure he remembered enough of desire to understand it.)

His fingers stroked through messy dark curls instead, which was an interesting sensation. Kabru’s hair was soft and thick. Pretty and boyish, the curls combining with wide blue eyes and a charming smile that made him look almost elven.

With his head turned away like this, Mithrun could almost imagine that one ear was just folded down against his chest, the other… wait. That might be a memory. The way a slender brown ear would rise out of dark curls and twitch.

There had been a lot of changeling mushrooms in the dungeon, and while even the changes to his own physique didn’t really register with him, his imagination also wasn’t usually up to even the hazy impression of an elf ear.

He almost wondered what an actual elf-Kabru had looked like. Probably still taller than him. Mithrun wasn’t the shortest elf around, but he was definitely shorter than average. Although, he didn’t know where Kabru stood on a tallman average either.

Elf-Kabru wouldn’t be able to haul him around as much. Expecting to feel petty satisfaction, Mithrun was surprised by the disappointment accompanying that thought.

The manhandling was annoying, or at least not being able to do what he wanted was annoying. The actual grabbing was… fine. Better than the weight of Kabru’s head on his chest, although that wasn’t actually all that bad.

He was still touching Kabru’s hair. That was… he hadn’t been thinking about it. But it was soft, and felt nice between his fingers.

Kabru would probably wake up if he kept doing it. But he was supposed to wake up and put Mithrun back to sleep.

He wasn’t awake.

The string of facts trotted through Mithrun’s head with the usual lack of any interest or any will to do anything about them. Including stopping his fingers from twisting slowly through Kabru’s curls.

He could wake Kabru and get more sleep. Unless Kabru’s head on his chest was what had woken him, which would just happen again. That’d be annoying.

Any kind of decision would have to involve him wanting something, or finding one option preferable. He kept playing with Kabru’s hair. Deciding to stop would also involve caring what happened next.

Kabru would probably be able to help him choose, but Kabru would make the decision he wanted anyway. He could make Mithrun agree with him though, which was nice. Cithis never bothered waiting for him to agree.

The difference hadn’t seemed important, since he didn’t usually disagree either, but… there was something there. A thought he couldn’t quite finish the shape of.

It tugged back to something that had happened that day, a conversation he’d almost been part of.

Why was Kabru so good with him?

A frown creasing his brows, Mithrun stared down at Kabru like his sleeping head might hold the answer, hand stilling.

He wasn’t sure. Everyone else agreed that Kabru was very good at handling him, but it was harder for him to tell.

He liked Kabru, as much as he liked anyone. More than most people, really. He wasn’t as grating, or as scared and inclined to kiss his ass. For all that he wouldn’t stop talking, Kabru was restful company.

Who absolutely wouldn’t help Mithrun work this out, because he was also very distracting. That was the talking, but also sometimes the things he did. That was part of the restful; Mithrun didn’t have to do anything or think about anything, because Kabru would entertain him.

Not necessarily on purpose, but that was fine. Mithrun was entertained, and Kabru preferred when Mithrun wasn’t doing anything else, so it worked out.

That was probably uncharitable. There were plenty of things Kabru wanted Mithrun to do. They just weren’t usually things that interested him.

Watching Kabru was usually interesting, if only because after a while he got flustered about it.

His fingers had started stroking through Kabru’s hair again. He hadn’t decided to. It was just… pleasant. A soothing sensation as soft curls swirled around at his touch, flowing like water. It made him feel more real.

He wasn’t going to find any answers here.

He couldn’t wake Kabru, or Kabru would try and put him back to sleep. Kabru had been very sure he’d wake if Mithrun moved, but he hadn’t yet.

Just his head probably wasn’t enough contact that Mithrun couldn’t teleport without bringing him.

There were probably any number of sensible options, but Mithrun didn’t bother thinking past the first one. Tugging the blanket free, he wadded it into a bundle about the same size as his own chest and held it up above him. Right above Kabru’s head, as far as he could tell.

Switching their positions was easy, although he did almost fall directly into Kabru’s head because he hadn’t bothered raising his knees first. Still, he caught himself, sitting back on his heels to see if Kabru would wake up.

The blanket was tucked under his head as neatly as Mithrun’s chest had been, and though his face scrunched a little he didn’t seem about to wake up. Nodding in satisfaction, Mithrun turned to leave the tent.

Stopped. It had been important that morning.

Sitting carefully by the tent entrance, he pulled his socks and boots on before wandering out into the night. It was entirely possible that there wouldn’t be any answers out there either. Probable, really. It might not even be a puzzle he could solve.

But Kabru had been so very sure he could keep Mithrun contained, and as much as Mithrun did like him, he wasn’t a fucking pillow. And he was self aware enough to recognize the pettiness in the slight smile as he wandered off.

Maybe he could find that friend of Kabru’s who’d been around during the day.

———————

It is so important to me that you know there was about a solid chance of Mithrun intentionally teleporting himself into the ground outside so Kabru’s head was held up by dirt and then had to dig himself out

I resisted, obviously. But it was hard

(Also Mithrun hid his head under the blankets on the off chance Kabru didn’t have object permanence and would forget he was there if he couldn’t see him because listen he doesn’t know how tallmen work)

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

No Sleep For the Scared

The fire engulfed her as she clutched to her spear.  She looked up, down, left, right, forward and back, but only flames.  She felt her metal practically melt as she squinted her burning eyes.  Where was he?  How’d she get here again?  She didn’t remember, and didn’t want to, she just wanted to get out of this ring of torture.  

A silhouette.  She ran towards it, feeling the metal finally drip as it singed her arms and she cried out in pain.- - - Chalice sat up in bed and gasped for air.  She clutched her arm, but was relieved to feel it cooling down some.  Though, just like in the dream of course, it had melted some.  She pulled her sleeve down.  Well, she wasn’t going to sleep for a while now.  Chalice got out of bed and walked as quietly as she could to the living room.  If she was out there and put the radio on low, she could stay awake. / / / Tea stirred awake from the quiet footsteps.  She never would’ve before, but there was something about being an active mother that heightened her senses, especially if it had to do with one of her kids, blood or not.  She got up to peek through the door to see who it was.  She recognized the shadow as Chalice’s.  

Carefully, she closed the door and walked down the hall to see Chalice putting the radio at a low volume, and sitting, kicking her feet. Tea walked over loud enough so it wouldn’t exactly scare Chalice when she spoke.  “Hey.  Whatcha’ doin’ up?  Can’t sleep?” She asked as she sat across from her. “... I don’t wanna sleep.” Chalice mumbled after a moment.  

Tea frowned as she crossed her leg and clasped her hands.  “Well, ya’ gotta sleep, hon’.” She said softly.  “Are you having any nightmares?”  

Chalice looked up now, a little surprised that her adoptive mother deduced it that quickly.  Maybe it was instinct?  “How’d you know?” Tea shrugged.  “I didn’t.  I just get the same way when I have a bad dream.  Not that I can’t go back to sleep, it’s that I don’t wanna have the same dream.”  As Chalice nodded, she asked, “Do you… wanna talk about it?” Chalice was kind of frozen.  She didn’t ever tell anyone about her nightmares. “It’ll sound like a bunch of malarkey…”

“I’ll still listen, even if I don’t understand.” Tea claimed in a gentle tone.  It was unusual to hear her so quiet, she was always so boisterous and loud.  It was a side of her that showed she could calm down and care.  “If you don’t want to, that’s fine too of course.” Chalice wrung her wrists as she looked off to the side.  “Okay.  But it’s… scary.  And creepy…”  She straightened out on the chair as she pulled her sleeve back to reveal the melted metal.  The immediate alarm in Tea’s eyes made Chalice feel guilty. 

“What happened?” Tea had asked quickly and sternly, but there was still an obvious caring tone in her voice.  She had stood up to get a closer look.  “Who did this to you?” She asked, leading her to the kitchen as she grabbed a medical kit from a cupboard. “M-My dream?” Chalice questioned herself.  “I don’t know, I-I have these dreams that I’m a different person.  A-and whatever happens to t-that person, happens to me in real life.” Her voice began to shake.  “T-There was fire in this one, a-and her metal was m-melting.  So mine did too.” Tea wanted to believe her, but- how would that make sense?  It shouldn’t be possible- it isn’t possible!   But- there it was. “Are… are you sure you didn’t just burn yourself on accident earlier today and forget about it?”  She shook her head, “No, you would remember if you burnt yourself…” She got a cold wet rag and placed it against Chalice’s arm, surprised to feel the heat radiating off of it.  ‘There’s so many ridiculous things in this world, Teaghan, why would dream burns be odd to you?’ she thought to herself.  She cleaned out the burn, then put some kind of pain relieving ointment on and wrapped it up.  “Try not to touch it, I know, it’ll itch soon.  But just try not to touch it.” “C-Can you not tell anyone? Please?” Chalice pleaded.  “Especially not Dad?  Because he’ll freak out and the boys will make fun of me for-” “Nobody’s going to make fun of you for it.  I’ll make sure of that.”  Tea said protectively, putting a hand on Chalice’s cheek.  “But, I won’t tell anyone else if you don’t want me to.  Your secret’s safe with me unless I tell you otherwise.”  She paused a moment before holding Chalice’s hands gently.  “We’ll figure this out, okay? Let's get you back to bed.”

Chalice was still in shock of how gentle she was being treated about the whole thing.  Those nasty penguins in the orphanage would’ve beat her with their rulers for this.  For a single tear about this.  She looked at Tea and nodded.  “O-okay.”

[quartarcade]

Crazy shit my friends have said but as inbox starters part 2

Part one. you are allowed to adjust these in whatever deems appropriate to your muse!

"I'm psychically passing on my brain hemorrhage onto you."

"You're at a ten I need you to being it down to a three."

"You deserve everything I send to you."

"You will die in six seconds, and I forgot how to count."

"God gave him his last breath and right now he's holding it."

"Burn in the bowels of hell like the shit you couldn't take on this day."

"Start chucking buckets, buddy."

"I'm playing 3d chess while you're out here playing baby checkers, stop eating the pieces, dumbass!"

"I hope you're in a gaming mood because you're about to speedrun the rest of your fucking life."

"Change the card color one more time and I'm changing your birth certificates date to never."

"May your fate not be the same as Icarus, you waxed-winged bitch."

"Why are there potatoes on the floor?"

"I've had just about enough of your crusty ass in my realm!"

"THAT WAS SO CHEAP IT AINT EVEN ON THE DISCOUNT RACKET. THEY'RE GIVIN IT OUT FOR FREE."

"I'm proud of my feet, they brought me to a lot of places."

"Sorry, the demons came out."

"Those nuggies are mine and that clown's a wash."

"It's not gay, it's tactical bro."

"You've stolen from my people! You've poisoned my crops!"

"I wouldn't be in your shoes, we wear different pairs of shoes."

"Your ass would have been grass and they would have mowed it."

"I'm gonna get so close to his face he's gonna see the whites of my eyes before he sees the whites of the pearly gates."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, but this ass-beating will!"

“My knees! God broke them to nerf me!”

"These arrows can tell me where to go, but only god can tell me how close hell is!"

"I took a ton of Demerol and I thought I became religious."

"She's/He's/They're dying and my lean is mixed. Let's get to work."

"I don't care what you look like so long as you look like you've met god."

"I've inserted a cow with sunglasses and now time is unstable!"

"You can't prove I lost if I'm dead."

"Instead of frozen, its colden. It was really hard breaking it together."

" I hate to tell you this, [name], but Papa John is real and He Can Hurt You."

"Everyone knows the C in Chess stands for Cuck."

"You don't know what that pufferfish did."

"I like my men lean and mean.. and preferably a machine."

"I GOTTA SHOOT BACK TO CHRISTMAS."

"If they are the 1% they're gonna get 100% of these hands."

"Waste my time once more, Petty Man."

"FUCK YOU YOU WANNA TEST GOD? I WANNA TEST CHILLI'S!"

"Everybody knows that the perfect gamer cup is a red solo cup that has a bite taken out of it."

"I did kill myself once and won."

"Someone's fucking corpse just flung into me and reversed the polarity, the alignment, and the religious affiliation of my knees."

"I gotta go mow my drive thru."

"Does his mom love him? I sure hope so."

"Who knows? The power of fish is endless."

"I'm gonna dox you so I can beat your ass publicly".

"Because I saw the future, and you're not in it."

"Want me to cancel your heartbeat? There you go!"

"We got no time to fuck around, only to find out."

"What's stupid is thinking you need permission to ask questions."

[maraudersftw]

Claudia — this prompt!!!!!!! 💕✨

1. Two characters haven’t seen each other for a while, one keeps rambling about something insignificant and the other one kisses them because “Shut up you’re rambling just kiss me.”

Omg, M, so excited to receive this from you! 😂💜 And I had a blast writing it, so obviously it got long (1.5k words). Thanks for the prompt. Hope you enjoy!

Glittering Darkness

The Butterbeer is a slide of warm froth down his throat, easing up frozen insides brought on by the biting January cold. He smiles, grin stupid on face, hazel eyes bright behind glasses, and listens to Sirius yammer on about Quidditch and teams and players—

“The Canons don’t stand a fucking chance this season, mate,” Sirius repeats for the thousandth time that week, to the audience of Remus’s rolling eyes, Peter’s enraptured gaze and James’s dazed attention. “I have my bet on the Arrows. I mean, have you seen Crossby’s performance lately? Not missed a single bloody snitch so far in. That’s gotta be some kind of record, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Oi, Prongs!” he snaps, brows instantly furrowed at not receiving James’s immediate response, no matter that Peter’s vehement nodding probably dislodges the boy’s neck. “Someone throw a Confundus at you? That’s a dumb expression on your face, if I’ve seen one.”

James sighs, leans back, embraces the lovely chatter of his peers around The Three Broomsticks. “I’m just having a good day.”

The boys are instantly suspicious, each choosing to express such emotion with a varying degree of subtlety.

“How come?” Sirius asks, sounding almost put off at not being privy to the answer already.

“Well, I get to spend such a lovely afternoon with you lads. What more could I want?”

“To get laid,” says Sirius, a phrase that is followed immediately by Peter’s loud snort of laughter.

“By a very specific person,” Remus can’t help but add, amusement quirking his mouth in that typical way of his.

“Nonsense,” he waves off, another gulp of Butterbeer tossed back. “I’m perfectly content.”

“Okay, I take it back. It has to be a cheering charm,” Sirius ponders solemnly, just as a group of familiar Gryffindors enters The Three Broomsticks, huddling together as they brush off snow from thick robes and gloves.

Such a sight is by no means a rarity, given that the pub has already been crawling with Hogwarts students since the start of day. But James’s eyes are quick to lock onto a very specific person, a flash of red hair, pink cheeks, bright, bright laughter. No one around him seems to notice the tectonic plates shifting under their feet, nor the way that colour splashes, vibrant and sudden, painting the world afresh. No, they carry on with their conversations and snark as if air hasn’t suddenly become easier to draw in, as if her mere presence hasn’t literally lit up the room. He supposes, after a second of reflection, that she’s indeed his personal cheering charm.

Lily nods to the girls—Mary, Dorcas, Marlene—and points to a booth somewhere at the back. He can’t be arsed to check the exact location; not when it means taking his eyes off a much better alternative. But instead of moving away with them as they take their seats, Lily, curiously enough, breaks off from the group, face blank, easy grace and gait as she meanders off to the loo. Her eyes don’t travel to him, not once.

And yet, James spots that minuscule quirk of lips right before she disappears from view.

Oh.

Very well then.

He’s instantly on his feet, wooden chair scraping back with a loud groan, cutting off Remus mid-speculation as to the reason behind James’s jolly disposition. Three heads turn to him; curious, amused, perhaps even a little concerned.

“Um, you okay, mate?”

“Brilliant,” James replies, feels a thrum of excitement shiver through him, and wonders if it’s openly visible. “Perfectly brilliant. I just need to take a leak.”

“Well, alright, Mr Potter, you’re excused.” Remus laughs.

He takes the time to roll his eyes, but not the effort to dim his smile. It’s probable he looks like a complete loon on a sugar rush, but James truly has never cared about anything less. “Yeah, yeah, have your chuckles, Mr Moony. We’ll see who’s laughing by the end of the day.”

“I genuinely have no idea what you mean, and you sound completely unthreatening with that ridiculous beaming going on.”

James scoffs, walks away from another bout of laughter. “Fuck off.”

The hallway leading to the loos remains mercifully empty; luck that he doesn’t take for granted thanks to the crowd spilling inside the pub. With a quick manoeuvre honed over years of efficient marauding, he pulls out a shrunken invisibility cloak from his robes, enlarges it to its normal size, and disappears beneath the silvery material, feeling its strange softness like a second skin. And then he flattens himself against the wall, scooting around until he’s strategically placed within an alcove near the entrance to the girls’ lavatory—far away enough to give a wide berth to anyone he doesn’t want to alert, but near enough for an encounter with his target.

His target, who he presumes is not nearly as unsuspecting as she’d let on.

It takes only about ten seconds or so before he sees the swish of her robes, witnesses the easy smile on her face as Lily rounds the corner, nose teased red from cold, freckles scattered like stars, and finds the walls of his chest tighten like concrete slabs at the sight.

In a flash of movement, he’s got a hand wrapped around her wrist, sliding to her waist, yanking her firmly against his body without so much as a whispered greeting. Lily’s impulsive screech of surprise dies down the instant the cloak falls over her head, enveloping them both. The tension of her muscles melts away beneath his fingertips, and she’s quick to plant her hands on his chest, brush indelicately closer, space shrinking enough that he tastes the mint on her breath when she speaks.

“Rather indecent of you to accost me like this, Potter.”

He bends down, appreciates the excited gleam in the green of her eyes. His thumb finds her nape, massages gently. “I had something very important to discuss with you.”

“Mm,” Lily purrs. “That’s better. How may I help you?”

“You see,” he starts, chokes slightly when she grinds against him purposefully. “You see, I was just leaving the castle this morning, ready for a lovely outing with my mates, when a witch who looked remarkably like you all but shoved me into a broom closet, declared her undying love for me, and then snogged me into oblivion. And well, you’ve got to understand what that sort of thing does to a bloke’s mental state.”

“Huh,” she remarks, lets her upper lip slide over his bottom one, nothing but a ghost of touch. “I don’t know much about undying love proclamations, but do go on about this snogging into oblivion business, please.”

James drops his head, sucks on the pulse that jumps beneath the skin of her neck. “Oblivion. Abyss. A whole lot of glittering darkness,” he confesses. “And since this witch resembled you—”

“Remarkably,” she moans, soft.

“Remarkably, of course—I thought it only proper to inform you of such an occurrence, y’know, for reputation’s sake. You’ve got that Head Girl image to maintain. Can’t have imposters of you running around making out with the Head Boy. Doesn’t look too good, to be honest. And I’m saying this purely out of selflessness, of course. If, on the other hand, you were to shed some light on this act and admit to...I don’t know...a lack of an imposter, it would mean a whole other thing—”

Lily slams him back against the wall, hand shoving his chest, mouth dangerously close to his. “Shut up, you’re rambling.” She smirks. “Just kiss me.”

And almost as if unable to sustain any patience to allow him to follow the directive, her lips crush over his in a kiss that somehow burns through his every molecule, scorching the very skin he wears, rivalling even the best kiss he’s ever had in his life, which was, incidentally, shared with the same person naught but two hours ago. Lily’s hand curls over his collar, twisting the fabric, giving her purchase to devour him alive. He reciprocates with a tightening grip on her waist, tilting her jaw, slipping his tongue inside to brush over the warm wetness of hers. A mad rush of breath, of gliding mouths and hands and softly uttered moans passes between them, the air under the cloak sweltering despite the cold outside.

Eventually, James wrenches himself away long enough to get the word out; her name. “Lily.”

“Mm,” she manages, lips on his cheek.

“I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.”

The breathless sincerity of his tone gives her pause, and she pulls back, eyes dark and confused. “What?”

“Do you,” he swallows past the cowardice, the thump of his heart. “Is this happening for real? You actually want...me?”

A beat passes, a long one, and Lily stares and stares and stares. Eventually, a smile spills, and he’s reminded of that abyss; glittering endlessly. “Yeah, James. I want you. Wholly. Fully.” She kisses him again, trails the honey on his lips. “I’m just letting you enjoy this outing with the boys, because once we’re back at the castle…”

She’s trailed off, left him to articulate thoughts. “What then?”

Lily grins, glint of teeth so cruelly delicious that it steals his breath, especially when accompanied by the roll of her hips. “I’ll let you fill in the blank.”

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only one || s.b

sirius black x non gryffindor reader

summary - who isn’t in love with Sirius? messy love confessions and awkwardness. wc - 1.4k

based on this prompt — “I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.” found here

warnings - the usual cussing

a/n - ngl, this is purely self-indulgent. also had to make a reference to my favourite headcanon- french speaking Sirius.

Sirius Black was notorious for having people fawning over him constantly- it often seemed like everyone wanted him, but how could you blame them?

not only was he utterly charming, bred and born to have perfect manners and an eloquent way of speaking that would have anyone weak in the knees. he was also incredibly attractive, but it wasn’t like that went unnoticed.

everything around you faded away, as if there was a singular spotlight pointed at Sirius, illuminating him. in that moment, he was all that you could see. voices around you were muddled, all of your attention focused on this boy, you had long forgotten about your dinner by then.

“merlin, it’s like he was carved by the god’s himself.” you mumbled to Lily, who was seated next to you at the dinner-table. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, almost like you were deep in a trance, eyes trained on the way he carded a hand through his gorgeous dark hair. you could’ve died then and there.

Lily chuckled, nudging your shoulder, knocking you free from your trance. “stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole into his head.” you snapped out of it and felt heat rushing to your cheeks, eyes flickering down to look at your plate. “you don’t think he noticed, right?” you mumbled, biting at your bottom lip- a nervous habit you picked up. “not this time, y/n.” she answered, picking at her food, pushing it about the plate with her fork.

“why don’t you just go talk to him? just the two of you this time?” it was common for you to hang out with Sirius and the other marauders, but never alone.

“no!” your voice was a little too loud, people briefly glancing at you, “why would I do that? he wouldn’t even want to talk to me.” you were practically whisper-screaming at Lily, stumbling over your words. “he could have anyone in this school.”

“you could be that someone.” she quipped, giving you a wink. you sighed, turning to fully look at her and raising an eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing that, Evans.” shaking your head, you looked back at your plate and mirrored her- pushing your food about with your fork before setting it down. “don’t think he would look at me like that.”

“well… surprise! it seems like he’s doing just that right now, again.” Lily’s voice was sweet, but almost mocking. your eyes widened slightly, “why would you play with me like that.” you looked up, ready to roll your eyes at her but made eye-contact with Sirius instead. “fuck. he is looking at me, isn’t he?” you were frozen, face managing to get even hotter as he flashed you a smile. his eyes were soft, gaze almost… fond?

it felt like you were in heaven. you gave him a small wave, fingers trembling as you raised your hand. looking away just as quickly as you had looked at him in the first place.

“what the fuck.”

“careful, y/n, I think you need to breathe.”

“no shit.”

the next few days were uneventful; the moment that you had shared with Sirius on repeat in your brain, head feeling dizzy whenever you recalled it. that wasn’t the first time you had caught him staring at you, but you just brushed it off as him zoning out, or something along those lines.

you were sitting on Lily’s bed, running a brush through her hair- she always had you do her hair for her. “just wanted to let you know that you’re invited to tonight’s study session.” she turned to look at you, and you paused. “you’re coming, right?”

“I can’t leave you stranded with Potter.” a chuckle passes your lips, “and for that, you’re a saint.” Lily hums, turning back to face the wall so you can finish helping her with her hair. “you like him, don’t you?” you mused, teasingly. “maybe I’m growing a bit fond of him, but if you tell him that, I’ll hex you.” “my lips are sealed, Evans.”

you found yourself lounging in the chair closest to the Gryffindor fireplace shortly afterwards. the warmth kissing at your skin as you stared at the flames, tuning out the conversations happening around you, that was until you felt a hand on your shoulder. it must’ve been an hour or two that had passed. you looked up, a bit startled by the sudden pressure against your skin.

“Sirius.” you said with a smile, attempting to contain the nerves, feeling like you could possibly vomit.

“y/n.” he replied, a smile coming to his face as well- almost like he was mirroring you. “mind if I?” he began to sit on the arm of the chair, “not at all.” you replied.

“so…” you started, looking down at your lap, beginning to fidget with your fingers. “do you often stare at me like that?” Sirius cut you off, the smile on his face growing playful. “stare? like what?” your face was flushed once more, he had quite a talent for doing that to you.

“like how you were staring at me in the great hall.” his voice was like honey, sweet and thick. you felt his words choking you, pressure building in your throat and chest. “I was just zoning out, Lily was talking my ear off.”

you brushed him off, like you always do. it’s easier to run from situations like this, rather than confronting them head on. what if he was making fun of you?

“mhm, sure.”

Sirius hummed, his hand trailing down your arm, coming to rest on-top of your hands which were interlocked. you looked up at him, puzzled as to what he could possibly be doing. “that’s a shame, you know I often find myself staring at you.”

it felt like you were choking for real this time.

“you what?”

“I stare at you, y/n.” he said cooley, nonchalant. “when you look as pretty as you do, it’s hard not to.”

“cut the crap, Sirius, you’ve gotta be joking with me.” your tone was icy, eyes sharp as you stared at him, attempting to analyze his facial expression. he was completely serious- eyes soft as he stared back at you.

“you’re right about the fact that I can have anyone I want.” Sirius started, thumb brushing against the top of your hand. “but, I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.”

before you could reply, he stood up, offering a hand out to you. “can I walk you to your dorm?”

a “that would be lovely.” was all you could manage.

the walk was mostly quiet, the only thing making much noise was your footsteps against the tile flooring. Sirius’ hand gingerly brushed against yours, his eyes meeting yours once again, seemingly asking for permission without speaking. you nodded, and he smoothly slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining.

you reached your dorm, hands still clasped together. “thank you.” you stared down at his feet, feeling awfully shy all of a sudden. “about earlier-“ he begins, you look up and chuckle. Sirius’ face flushes, were you laughing at him? “I like you too, if that’s what you were gonna ask.” you managed to contain yourself despite the butterflies that were bumping around in your stomach, making you feel like you could fall over any minute, your knees threatening to give out.

he cupped your face gently, eyes flickering down to look at your lips.

“may I?” “you may.”

Sirius leaned in and kissed you, the both of your eyes gently falling shut as your lips met. you couldn’t contain the giggle blossoming in your chest when you bumped your nose against his- Sirius much more experienced compared to you.

in this very moment, to him- you were all that mattered.

he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open to reveal him staring at you through half-lidded, dark eyes. “wow.” you were breathless, speechless, lightheaded.

Sirius released your hand from his, lips pressing sweetly against your forehead- close to your hairline. "Goodnight, mon amour.” he mumbled, breath hot against your skin. you noticed the pet-name he gave you, smiling like an idiot.

“Goodnight, Siri.” you cooed, leaving him there dumbfounded as you turned on your heels to open the door, and walk into your dorm.

every part of you felt like it was on fire.

you smiled even wider to yourself, arms wrapping around your chest as you spun yourself around, giggles bubbling into the air.

“goddamnit, Sirius Black, you’re the only one who could make me feel like this.”

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An Act of Healing

When Essek gets seriously injured during a battle in the ruins of Aeor, he thinks his end might be closer than he imagined.

The Nein help him heal and prove him wrong, and show just how much they care about him.

.

When Essek gets hit in battle for the first time, it comes as somewhat of a shock to him.

He had been briefed about the capabilities of the Tombtakers, of their arcane abilities, and so he expected his first injuries to be arcane in nature. What he didn’t expect was the fight just to get to the place in Aeor’s ruins that the Nein said they needed to get to, lest the world end.

He was on his guard. Of course he was. But horrors unseen for centuries would be enough to startle anyone.

So yes, he was shocked when the beast took a swipe at him and he was less nimble than he thought himself. It hit him right in the ribs, tearing like butter through his cloak and the warm, layered fabrics underneath. Talons raking horribly through soft flesh as he feels a cold, burning sensation at the same time as there is a hot screaming pain bleeding from his side. An unexpected nausea bubbles inside him as he reels from the attack, forced to his knees from the weight of it. He huddles next to a frozen boulder, deep, deep below and far from the sanctuary of his chambers where he could rest and recover.

His mind scrambles to make sense of what just happened and he tears his eyes away from the beast to steal a glance at his ruined body.

He never expected to die a clean death.

No matter if he was caught by the Empire or the Dynasty, they’d get his information one way or another, he’d be trialed, sentenced to death, or worse, life imprisonment.

He silently laughs a moment at his change of fate. The Mighty Nein. Of course. They would even change the fate of his death – bleeding out, fighting a huge Aeorian beast. Poetic, he supposes, that he should die helping his… friends.

An opening for him comes up to attack the beast in retaliation, he raises a hand towards it but it shakes, distracting him from the spell he would have used. So he stays kneeling, one hand pressed to his side, the other shuddering in effort from the lingering coldness and pain of his wound.

A moment later, he feels movement beside him, a figure skips up to him – Jester. No, not quite Jester. From his years honing his arcane arts, Essek can recognise the faint tessellation of her body indicating a duplicate. What he doesn’t recognise is the hand reaching from the duplicate to touch his shoulder briefly, a wave of purple and green sparkles emanating from the point that touches him.

Immediately, the horrible freezing sensation in his body fades, like Jester herself had wrapped him in one of her beautiful big hugs, the hugs he covets so dearly, and appreciates so deeply, yet would never ask for.

His side is still bleeding, but the residual cold that was sapping his strength by the second has dissipated. He shoots a wry smile at the Jester duplicate, hoping maybe the real Jester can feel his intention.

Slowly, over the course of a few seconds, he makes his way back up on to his feet, leaning heavily on the rock beside him for support as duplicate Jester skips away again.

One hand still clutching his side, slick with dark blood, he chances another spell. He spies Beauregard, nearly climbed on top of the thing, beating at it with her clenched fists. He remembers his success of Hasting Yasha earlier, and sends the same effect towards beau, her grim expression turning elated as she feels the extra adrenaline course through her body.

Soon after, he feels another body thump against his rock haven, Caduceus having been pushed there with a huge tail swipe from the creature. Caduceus wheezes a little, the breath knocked out of him before he surveys the room and situation, spotting Essek right next to him.

Essek quirks an eyebrow, rasping out, “This thing is no joke, eh?” Not expecting a response from the tall, quiet man, just looking to release some of his own tension and anxiety.

“That looks pretty bad. Stay with us, we need you,” Caduceus replies to Essek’s surprise, and a soft furred hand reaches over towards him.

Essek is about to protest as he sees Caduceus about to touch his injured side, seeing no point in wasting time on his wound, until he remembers ‘Caduceus is a cleric, this is his job’.

The hand on his side, darkened with blood now, pulses with a soft gold and pink light from Cure Wounds. There is an uncomfortable sensation as the air he breathes is suddenly warm and moist, like a forest after rain, rather than dry and cold, and the sharp pain that he’s been clutching onto fades. He chances a look at his side, nausea rising up again as his skin under the Firbolgs hand knits itself back together, closing the talon marks that raked through it.

Essek barely has time to choke out an incredulous thank you before Caduceus is moving again, away and back into battle.

While he mentally prepares himself for another bout at the beast, two figures move into his sight, both carrying fearsome, glowing swords more than half his height.

Yasha.

Fjord.

The two of them form almost a wall between him and the creature, taking its attacks like nothing. Shielding him from the rage of the beast.

There is a new feeling in his stomach, not quite nausea, yet it makes him feel uncomfortable, strange. He feels… protected. And worthy of protection. His friends… are helping him, because he has helped them. In the back of his mind, Essek quashes down his feelings of guilt and remorse, and allows himself just a moment of unburdened appreciation.

With new eyes he views the battle before him, the formidable force that is the Mighty Nein, and he realises and remembers just how good it is to watch them do what they do best.

In the end it’s Fjord who gets the killing blow, driving his sword through the chest of the beast as its death wails ring out in the chamber.

Essek feels drunk, or exhausted, or both, as the adrenaline begins to leave his body, making his movements slow and the room swims. There is still an ache in his side that is yet to leave.

A small voice calls his name, Veth, who hops down off a nearby rock and beckons him over.

“Yes?”

“Come on, we’re sitting down now, Caduceus is doing a Prayer of Healing,” she nods over to the space Caduceus has set out with a small candle and scented incense as the rest of the Nein form a loose circle sitting or slumped around him.

“Oh. I don’t want to intrude on his…”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re hurt, and he always does this for us.”

Essek shuffles over, towards the edge of the circle and sits himself gingerly on the cold ground.

“Essek, if you need healing, you gotta get a little closer,” the low voice of Caduceus rumbles.

“Oh, I… I need it less than everyone else.”

Before Caduceus can reply, a warm and steady hand is placed on his back and pushes him forwards, the weight of it heavy and familiar.

“Nonsense, friend, you need it.” Caleb says, gently but firmly pushing at his back until he is within Caduceus’ spell range.

Caleb plops down next to him, knee touching knee, and whispers lowly near his ear, “You fought, you were hurt, do not think that you do not deserve to be healed, Essek.”

Essek shoots an almost pained look at Caleb, conveying more than he could possibly say out loud.

“You are a far cry from the man we met in Rosohna, Essek. Your help, of what we are doing here? We could not do this without you.”

“You underestimate yourselves.”

“Don’t we all,” Caleb looks knowingly at Essek. “We grow from our trials and tribulations. So shall you. That is the nature of forgiveness, and friendship.”

There is a warmth blooming again in Essek’s chest. He’s unsure if its from the healing prayer that Caduceus is mumbling under his breath, or from the words of comfort and encouragement from Caleb, but Essek feels warmer than he has in months.

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The Azarola Girl - Chapter 03

Masterlist

Warnings: Vomiting and arguing.

Heisenberg and Y/n stood off to the side, watching as Alcina scolded Moreau for throwing up on her carpet. Y/n let out a small chuckle, although she wasn’t amused by the current situation.

Karl glanced over at the shorter woman next to him, noticing she was looking up at him. “What?” Heisenberg chuckled. Y/n just shook her head in response, a small smile gracing her lips.

Right as Alcina was done scolding Moreau, a swarm of black blowflies came rushing through the doors, a fit of crazed giggles coming too. Just then did Y/n and Karl notice the woman being dragged behind the swarm.

Heisenberg’s face went pale, anxiety flooding his senses. The woman he had an ongoing fling with was now laying on the floor with Daniela’s sickle hooked in her leg. “Found this one wondering around in the castle.” Daniela giggled, her body fully appearing, as did Bela and Cassandra’s.

As the woman took in her surroundings, her eyes immediately fell on Karl. “Heisenberg! Help me! Please!” The woman cried.

“Celine, I-” Karl was cut off by a laugh.

Specifically Y/n’s laugh. “Oh this is just too good.” She laughed, a crazed hint in it. Y/n let out a small sigh, trying to calm down.

Y/n started walking towards the door. “Heisenberg, please. I love you.” Celine sobbed. Y/n’s steps came to a halt beside Celine’s head.

The whites of Y/n’s eyes turned black. The calming E/c completely replaced with a harsh white, a bright red brimming her pupils.

A black and red, smoke-like force danced around Y/n’s fingers. With a slight flick of Y/n’s fingers, Celine’s eyes completely dulled, sending her into an illusion.

“Ну, развлекайся со своей маленькой игрушкой, Гейзенберг.” Y/n said, venom laced in her words. She turned to look at Heisenberg dead in the eyes.

(Translation: Well, have fun with your little toy, Heisenberg.)

Celine’s cries echoed through the room. All the lords were in shock, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to say. With a small exhale from Y/n, she turned on her heel, throwing the doors to the dining hall.

When Y/n finally made it out of the castle, she started coughing. A painful stinging forming inside her chest, it felt as if her lungs were being filled with liquid. Y/n’s coughing slowly became more violent.

Y/n collapsed to her hands and knees, a thick, black substance started pouring from her mouth when she coughed. The ink-like substance dyeing the snow, even melting it in the process.

Y/n’s eyes started to slowly fade back to her normal E/c ones. Her violent coughing slowly dying down. Any breath she took came out as a struggled wheeze.

Y/n fell on her side to roll on her back. She looked up at the stars, her body adjusting to the temperature of the snow and the air around her. Y/n brought the back of her hand to her mouth, slowly wiping off the black liquid.

Y/n closely inspected the inky substance, reminding her of the fungal roots that she was all too familiar with. A faint sigh escaping Y/n’s lips, causing a burning pain to shoot through her chest, “Ah fuck.” She hissed, grasping at the soft fabric on her chest.

A faint sound of horse hooves and a carriage were heard in the distance. They started to get closer and closer, a small chuckle coming from the abnormally large man.

“Ah, Miss Azarola.” The Duke chuckled, slowly bringing his carriage to a stop, just a few feet away from the woman sprawled out in the snow.

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The Duke stopped his carriage at the Azarola Castle. “Miss Azarola, we’ve arrived at your home.” He said with a caring tone.

“Thank you, Duke. How much will it be?” Y/n asked, looking through the small hand bag.

“Don’t worry about it dear, just get some rest when you get inside.” Duke smiled. Y/n’s jaw slightly dropped, shocked that she actually got something for free from him. Duke let out a small chuckle as he drove his carriage away.

Y/n turned around to look at the doors of her castle. Just as she was placing her hand on the cold handle of her door, Y/n heard a small whimper. Turning around to look towards the direction it came from, the woods.

Y/n reluctantly walked closer to the woods, that’s when she noticed the faintly growing red eyes. That’s when a huge Varcolac Alfa jumped out of the darkness and tackled her.

Y/n tried using her power, although it wouldn’t work. Tears brimmed her eyes, she was practically frozen in place, right back to where she was twenty-five years ago.

She stared up at the Alpha, it wasn’t really doing anything, just looking at Y/n. Her body shook, from both the cold and fear. The big creature leaned down and sniffed her neck. Then it slowly backed off, looking like a puppy that just got yelled at.

Slowly sitting up, Y/n sighed, looking at the Alpha, completely dumbfounded with what just happened. Tears slowly rolled down her face as she finally found the ability to breathe again.

Y/n slowly looked down at the hand-like paw of the Alpha. Noticing a metal scrap of mental lodged into the palm of it.

“I umm…I don’t know if you understand me, but I can get that out for you. Just please don’t eat me, it’ll hurt, so just stay calm.” Y/n said, her voice shaky and slightly broken from crying.

The Alpha sniffed in her direction, taking slow strides to Y/n’s side. She held out her hand for the big lycan to smell, giving it a sense of trust.

Y/n started walking back towards the doors of her castle, the Varcolac Alfa trailing being her.

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Y/n was now wrapping up the big lycan’s paw. “Hold still!” Y/n scolded, struggling to wrap the cloth around its injury.

Just as Y/n was finishing up the wrap, the castle doors flew open. The shadow of the floor clearly resembling Heisenberg. The lycan practically jumped in front of her. Growling at the man that controlled it’s kind.

Y/n jumped a little, the growling giving her flashbacks of the sight of her baby brother’s corpse. Shaking her head, trying to get the images out of her mind.

Y/n’s eyes met Karl’s. “Can I help you?” Y/n asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

“Azarola, we need to have a little chat.” Karl said, venom laced his words as he walked closer. The Alpha ready to pounce on him.

Y/n hesitated but brushed her hand along the huge lycan’s spine. “Go outside.” She whispered to the creature.

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“Oh but it’s okay for you to be a two timing asshole? Real nice Heisenberg.” Y/n taunted, crossing her arms to look at the man.

“Y/n, we kissed once! How does that give you any sort of authority over my love life? My god, you’re just like Miranda.” Heisenberg mumbled the last part, but clearly not quiet enough.

“I’m like Miranda? That’s really cute coming from you.” Y/n said, taking a step towards Heisenberg. Y/n was about to continue but a thick, black liquid slowly dripped from her nose.

She touched her fingers below her nostril, pulling her hand away and glancing at the liquid. Y/n quickly glanced up into Karl’s eyes. That familiar pain in her chest came back, the burning sensation even stronger than before.

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While Y/n and Heisenberg were fighting, a small BSAA squad were at the Megamycete, taking shots to it every few minutes.

This was now the second year looking into Y/n Azarola. Finally going to the village, the start of a cruel and twisted rabbit hole.

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“Make it stop.” Y/n struggled to get out. She was currently on the floor with Karl kneeling on her side. She had a death grip on Heisenberg’s hand. Her back slightly arching from pain.

Karl looked down at Y/n, worried, confused, and just lost. She was perfectly fine a few seconds ago, fighting with him, pissing him off, being feisty, just doing the things that drew him in. And now it seemed like she only had a few moments of life left.

“The Megamycete.” Y/n cried out. Her mouth opened as if she was about to say something else. Although, she gave into the exhaustion and slowly closed her eyes.

“Hey hey, you gotta stay awake for me.” Heisenberg said, using his left hand to cup Y/n’s face. He received no response, just silence, he was thankful she was still breathing, but it was clearly struggled.

Heisenberg gently lifted Y/n off the floor. He let out a loud whistle. Thousands of lycans started to rush towards her castle. Only some of them making it through her door.

“Go to the Megamycete, kill anything in your path and bring it back to my factory.” Karl said.

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it’s not okay- hwang hyunjin

boyfriend! hyunjin x reader- one shot !

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst, a little fluffy, full of hyunjin-is-overprotective-syndrome

synopsis: when a stranger on the street makes you uncomfortable with his romantic advances, it takes everything hyunjin has not to kill him right then and there.

warnings: instance of harassment, a *brief* physical altercation, arguing, some cursing

a/n: this fic was requested by a lovely anon! sorry about the wait- i hope you and everyone else enjoy this one. i definitely got carried away with this, but hopefully it’s still what was requested lol. also, if you all have any other requests, feel free to send them in. i like to know i’m writing what you all want to see.

one last thing: a quick disclaimer- all of the events in this story are fictional, and should be taken with a grain of salt. everything that happens here is just my own interpretation of the situation i was presented with. anyways, thank you sm for reading! 

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the streets around you bustle with noise. mothers calling for their wandering children, street vendors shouting out prices... the sheer volume of it almost overwhelms you. at your side, your right hand tightens around your boyfriend’s. the last thing you want is to lose him in the crowd... he gives you a gentle squeeze back. words weren’t exchanged, but you understand what he meant: it’s okay, i’m right here.

you really are not a fan of crowds- you never have been, but hyunnie loves the market- and you do too, when it isn’t this packed. but he’s been so busy lately,  and the two of you hardly get to go on dates anymore... so when he’d proposed this as how he wanted to spend the afternoon, you couldn’t help but agree to it.

you glance up at him, thankful for the opportunity of distraction. you and hyunjin have been together for more than six months now- and god, you have never been more in love. you’d been in love before- or at least, you think you had. but being with hyunjin... it’s just not the same. the feelings you have for him are ten times the feelings you’d had for anyone back in high school. of course, maybe it’s just because he’s so damn beautiful...

today, for a simple market day, your counterpart is dressed casually. he’s in a plain hoodie and jeans, with his shoulder length hair tucked into a beanie. his face is bare, and you can’t help but smile just by looking at him. 

your boyfriend smiles back, looking slightly baffled. “is there something on my face?”

you snort and shake your head. “i can’t just look at you?”

he narrows his eyes playfully. “absolutely not. it makes me suspicious.”

you roll your eyes. “you spend too much time with the boys. i’m not gonna flick you, you know.” you pause. “or shove tissues in your mouth.”

at this, hyunjin huffs a laugh. “alright, that one’s true.”

hyunjin then leads you into a left turn, heading towards a vendor selling fresh hotteok. you follow willingly, realizing that you are indeed a bit hungry. as always, he knew exactly what you needed before even you did.

as your boyfriend places an order, you wander a few feet, wanting to glance into the stall next to you. in order to do so, you have to slip behind the first stall, into a small alleyway that borders the back part of the vendor lines. you peer over into the stall you were looking for. they’re selling handmade dishes- and from what you can see as you strain you neck over the stall, they’re absolutely gorgeous. dainty tea sets made of impossibly thin porcelain line the tables. the intricate floral designs catch your eye, and you know hyunjin would love to look at them. you turn quickly, mouth already forming his name.

“hyunjin-ah, i- oh!” you interrupt yourself with your surprise. in your rush, you’d turned around and run right into another person. your face floods with heat, and if you could, you would have shriveled up and died right there.

“i’m so sorry,” you mumble, bowing frantically. you eyes burn holes into the ground. “i wasn’t paying attention.”

“it’s fine, really.” a masculine voice replies. 

you look up, shocked to see that the person you’d run into is a man, and he looks to be around your age. “oh. okay.”

the man is tall- taller than hyunjin, even. he’s got an angry look to him, and you take a step back. but he just smirks. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”

he leans against the wall, crossing his arms together. you watch as his eyes rake over you and your body, and you shrink away.

you press your lips together, and the anxiety from before begins to claw it’s way back into your mind. “it’s fine, seriously.” your breathing is uneven, and you desperately want to get back to hyunjin. “but i kinda have to go...”

the man, who is blocking your way, doesn’t budge. “so soon? why don’t you stay and talk with me? you’re so cute, i just gotta get your number, babe.”

your body jerks in reaction to the pet name. who the hell is he calling baby?

you inhale sharply. “please- can i just get by? i’m really alright.”

the stranger takes a step towards you. “come on, why are you so shy? it’s harmless flirting, love...” he reaches out and takes a hold of your wrist. your facade crumbles, and your vision begins to close. you become hyper-aware of how alone you are back in this alleyway. you quickly jerk your hand back, and he relents, freeing your hand. “so jumpy! why? how about we go get a coffee? i know a place, it’s just ten booths-”

“who the hell are you?”

the voice is sharp and temperamental, and beautifully familiar. you hear yourself breathe a sigh of relief. hyunjin's here. thank god.

your boyfriend is now standing a few feet away, sporting an expression of anger and wariness. his eyes flit to the man, then to you. though he doesn’t say it, you can practically hear his voice, asking if you’re okay.

the strange man- who is still standing far too close- speaks up, voice brimming with cockiness. “why do you care?”

you physically cringe at those words. good luck with that one, dude. you just threw gasoline on an open flame.

“get the fuck away from my girlfriend.” hyunjn’s voice is low, but the impact of the words is louder than bombs. his face has gone from wary to furious. “don’t make me say it again.”

the creep takes a step away from you, moving towards hyunjin. “why are you so pissy, pretty boy? got that much to lose?”

you can see the clockwork in your boyfriend’s mind turning. calculating the outcomes. 

before anyone can move to stop you, you dart across the apparent no-man’s-land, coming to a stop at hyunjin’s left shoulder. you reach out and rest a hand on it, hoping the action conveys your feelings. when he doesn’t respond, you lean forward and hurriedly whisper in his ear; “please, hyunjin-ah. i’m alright. let’s just go.”

the boy brushes your hand away, and maintains his silence.

“hyunjin.” you say, louder this time. “it’s okay.”

this time, his narrowed eyes flash. “what-no! it’s not okay!” he swivels to face you. “what about that was okay?!”

your chest clenches, and your hand slips forward to clutch at his shirt. your voice comes out cracked. “please, let’s just go.”

the stranger watches the whole interaction with an amused smile on his lips, and the looks sends chills up your spine.

after a moment, hyunjin takes a deep breath and raises his chin. “you’re right, y/n-ah, i’m sorry. let’s just go, my love.”

as the two of you turn to go, the stranger shouts at hyunjin’s retreating back. “where are you going? i didn’t even get your bitch’s number!”

your skin goes cold, and you can feel your boyfriend turn to stone next to you. you inhale, reaching out to stop what you know is inevitable. 

hyunjin makes a slow turn on his heel. his gaze is icy, and his tone is even colder. “what the hell did you just say?”

the other man scoffs, and it randomly occurs to you that he might be drunk. or, you think; maybe he’s just a pervert, y/n. 

“i said, i didn’t get your bitch’s phone number.”

hyunjin is silent and frozen for a moment. then, with no preamble, he lunges forward. 

“hyunjin!” you yelp. but you know- you know there’s no stopping what’s next.

his punch hits the man square in the jaw, and his opponent goes stumbling. you lurch forward, terrified of this escalating. 

without looking, hyunjin catches you with his arm and gently shoves you back. 

he refocuses on the man on the ground, who is struggling to get up. when he gets close, hyunjin pushes him back down. you watch as he comes to a crouch in front of the fallen man. he hisses his words through his teeth: “don’t you ever say that shit. calling my girlfriend a bitch... unless you want to get your poor fucking ass handed to you, you never say shit like that again.”

your mouth hangs open in shock, and you stumble forward again, pulling your boyfriend away before he does something he regrets. you drag him back through the booths, and you emerge back at the front of the hotteok stand.

as soon as the connection breaks, hyunjin’s anger disappears, and he looks almost surprised. he reaches over and grasps your hand. “y/n- are you alright?”

you sigh, and even as your eyes sting slightly, you nod your head. the creepy man hadn’t followed the two of you, but you still feel the need to run. you release a shaky breath. 

hyunjin leans down and plants a light but lingering kiss of your forehead. when he pulls away, he sighs against your hair. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“for what?” you prompt, whispering back.

“for getting carried away. i...i didn’t mean to.”

“it’s okay. i know.” you lean away to meet his eyes. “besides, he was scaring me. so... thank you.”

he offers a bittersweet smile. “okay, baby...” he pauses for a second. “let’s go home?”

you allow a real smile and nod. “yeah. i’d like that.” you pause, deciding to tease him a little. “will you promise to stay and cuddle?”

at this, your lover’s moment of melancholy breaks too. “yes..” he fakes a groan. “if i have to...”

you reach down to hold his hand as the two of you begin walking, initial plans long forgotten. you begin to bicker back. “oh, please. you really act like you don’t enjoy skinship with me.”

he pauses. “how do you know it’s not just to get in your pants?”

you gasp and smack his arm. “don’t say that! i’ll never sleep with you again if you say shit like that!” 

hyunjin laughs, and his real, genuine smile warms your heart. “well then i guess i’ll stop. but only because of that threat.”

“oh, really?” you raise your eyebrows.

he gives up immediately, his forehead crinkling slightly. “no. i love you, y/n. i really do. and i promise i will give you all the snuggles when we get back.”

you nod, then lean your head on his arm, inhaling his scent. you’ve never been more grateful for him. 

the two of you continue walking, hand in hand. it isn’t for another few minutes that he finally breaks the silence. “so- what do you want for dinner?”

the two of you burst into laughter when you realize you’d never even gotten your hotteok.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Character Deaths That Made Me Side-Eye the Writers

There are a lot of character deaths in TWDG... obviously. It a series about the literal dead walkin’ around and eating people, so as you’re playing, one of your favorite characters is bound to meet such a fate. To give this series credit, it does have quite a few well-executed deaths that, while I hate them, they have a purpose in the story that works. 

The best example of this is Lee’s death-- we all hate that Lee dies, but it’s well-done. It serves its purpose, it acted as both a shock and a slow-burn for the player, and left us all an emotional mess. 

However, we’re not talking about the “good” deaths today. No, we’re talking about the character deaths that are poorly executed, cheap, lazy, and just plain dumb... they’re the deaths that make me side-eye the writing team and wonder what the fuck happened there. 

By the way, it was reeeeeeal fun narrowing it down to only five deaths, because it seems like for every great death, there’s at least two bad ones.

5. Mariana and her death that ruined ANF’s potential story

I’ve talked at length about Mariana’s death and how much I hate it. Like, I get it TWDG... you love your sudden deaths and you’re so edgy for killing off a child character because you’ve never done that before... but maybe consider things a little further before pulling the trigger?

Yeah, killing off Mariana the way they did got a reaction outta people when it happened, and we got the burial scene if you stayed with Clementine... but you didn’t consider the future of this storyline? You pretend you did by name dropping Mari when it’s convenient, but then throw it out the window when it comes to characters like David or Gabe.

Listen, I know that ANF is a mess and what’s the point in telling the mess that it’s a mess? Well, I’m still annoyed at the writers for wasting the biggest opportunity for this game’s story, something that could’ve saved it from being a mess.

And I get it, you gotta make a death quota, so instead of killing Mariana off... why not kill Kate off instead? Oh no? We don’t get the stupid love triangle that no one actually enjoys or is engaged in?

Instead of this dumb story about Javi falling in love with his sister-in-law but oh no David’s back.... we could’ve had a story about Javi losing Kate and being left to care for two children by himself. Mariana and Gabe are all he has left, and he going to do whatever he can to keep them safe all while the three of them are mourning Kate.

Then David comes back, and he immediately takes these kids away from Javi.

There is no stupid storyline with Kate, but an actual conflict between two brothers who were never on the same page and two kids caught in the middle.

Plus, Mariana herself as a character really could’ve brought something to the table. She could’ve brought out a lot in David’s character since she seems to be more like Javi.

Her death is just... annoying. It’s frustrating when you know they could’ve told a better story with her alive, something ANF desperately needed.

My side-eye is one of disappointment and annoyance.

4.Luke and his easily preventable drowning

Ugh.... where to even begin? 

Luke really just gets butchered as a character throughout the second half of S2, and the writers end up demolishing the set up they placed at the beginning of the season for a Luke vs Kenny thing. 

Why? Well, Luke vs Kenny was the initial ending they were gonna go with, but because this season went through all kinds of bullshit, they scrapped that and replaced Luke with Jane... and it’s so dumb.

Hell, it kind of ruins a lot. Not only did it ruin Luke, a character that many players loved, but it forces the new character of Jane, who we only get two episodes to get to know, so they can fade Luke out. 

But that’s not all. 

His death is so... ugh. It’s stupid, okay? Stupid and easily preventable, but noooo... we gotta kill Luke off for reasons because all we know is that S1 killed off a lot of characters and we’re gonna do that again but worse because we failed to understand what made those deaths impactful in the first place. 

Lots of character death and despair = good game. 

Yep, uh-huh. Okay. 

So we all know that Luke’s leg is hurt, yeah? Great, so you’d think that the group that has an injured man and a new born baby would be extra cautious and go around the frozen lake. Yeah, Arvo says that it’s safe but let’s not take any chances. 

But no. We gotta go across like a group of dingdongs and whattya know-- the ice begins to crack beneath Luke’s feet. Now, even here, we coulda got him outta there safely... if Bonnie wasn’t a dingus. 

Think about it. If we shot the walkers who were coming towards Luke with all their weight, he could’ve slowly scooted away, even if he’s already fallen through. BUT NO. Bonnie either guilts Clementine into going towards him, adding more weight to the already fragile ice as Luke tells her to stop, or Bonnie will go over there herself... and she’s a full grown woman soooo her weight breaks the ice. 

Good job, you dipsticks. 

When you have to make your characters into morons in order to move the plot along and kill off characters....maybe do some rethinking, yeah? 

 3. Mitch and his shock-value death

This death is so dumb... so incredibly, dumb. Even now, I can’t help but give full side-eye to the writers every time one of them tries to justify this death. 

I’m sorry, but this death didn’t have the impact you wanted it to have. And because there’s always someone who says, “Mitch didn’t die for shock value, you just can’t tell the difference between a good and bad death” lemme tell you a thing. 

What was the point of killing of Mitch? Well, according to those who worked on TFS, it was to show that Lilly and the delta are serious. This is when shit gets real, and when Lilly is established as a bad bitch who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. We should be scared of her now. 

Except no. 

This scene doesn’t tell me that Lilly is a bad bitch. It tells me that she has good reflexes, and going off her reaction after killing Mitch.... I’m not fucking scared of this dumbass. If anything, this scene says more about Mitch than it does Lilly. It says that Mitch is also a dumbass for running at her like he did. 

Y’know what would’ve been more impactful? If Mitch didn’t immediately get stabbed in the throat, but instead, actually got her on the ground and struggled with Lilly. Then, Lilly gets the upper hand and when you think she’s about to send Mitch to the cart, she fucking murders him in front of everyone to prove a point. 

There’s no remorse, it’s slow enough for Lilly to actually process what’s happening and show that she does know what she’s doing. That would scare me. That would show me that these people aren’t fucking around and they’re willing to kill some of them if that means getting the rest for their army. 

You still get your shock value death but it actually does something other than kill a character off. 

I’m really supposed to believe this is the same Lilly who can order to have Louis’ tongue cut off? 

But it doesn’t end there. No, no... there’s another part to Mitch’s death that annoys me, and it’s how insistent everyone was that his death is going to have a greater impact on the second half of the story. It had a purpose within the story, we did it for a reason.

...I mean, it has an impact on Willy and his arc for the second half. 

But that’s it. 

Oh... oh, what’s that? Oh, you were referring to those throwaway lines about Tenn? “He was screwing up again, just like when he got Mitch killed.”

OOOOOH.... I see, that’s what Mitch’s death was really amounting to... some lines dealing with whether or not AJ shot Tenn. Well, I guess I was wrong. Mitch’s death wasn’t just shock value. It really had a big purpose. In fact, Mitch’s death has the biggest impact on the series. Fuck Marlon and Brody’s deaths, and Lilly and James, and hell, fuck Tenn’s death, too. They’re meaningless compared to Mitch’s death. You did it, guys. You really did it. 

....Okay, I’m done. I’m just... salty, I fully admit. 

Being serious again, Mitch’s death is probably the worst in TFS as far as unpreventable deaths go and the real reason I side-eye the writers is because they tried to tell us it was going to have this huge impact in the future and it just... didn’t. 

2. Nick and his offscreen death.

I’m sorry, but what the fuck happened here? Why- what are you- how the hell did this happen??

I’m actually baffled. 

Someone wrote this. 

They set up at the end of ep3 that Nick is shot.... then ep4 comes and we find him like this. I just... did someone on the writing staff not wanna do their job that day? Someone was working on the story and at the last minute forgot Nick was a character, so they were like “Eh, he’s not important anyway, and it adds to the shittiness of everything so we’ll pretend this was 100% intentional.” 

Nick was one of your more interesting characters and you really thought killing him off like this was the way to go, huh? 

Like, his first death is shitty, but in the very least it kind of makes sense. 

But this? 

This is horrible. If I wrote this, I’d be embarrassed. 

I just... I’m so tired of S2 right now. 

This is at #2 because it’s just lazy, bad writing. At least with Luke, Mitch, and Mariana, we got to see their deaths and they had some, even if just a little, impact on the story afterward. 

But Nick? 

Nothin’.

Even Luke, who is the closest person to Nick, name drops him maybe twice? It’s just.... nothing. 

And yeah, you can come at me with the “oh well not every death has to have meaning!” 

This is a story, okay? This is a story crafted with characters who have arcs by people who wanted it to be a success, and usually that means having satisfying conclusions.... or, intentionally unsatisfying if that acts as a natural conclusion to their story or is a reoccurring theme. 

Nick’s death is just the writers falling flat on their faces and hoping no one would notice. 

1. Sarah and both of her shitty deaths. 

Ugh. UGH.

Okay. 

I’m not even side-eyeing anymore-- I’m fully glaring.

I don’t have to tell you how shitty both of Sarah’s deaths are. We all played S2, we all know that no matter what you do, Sarah dies in ep4. You can try to save her, she lives a little bit longer, and then falls to her death... and both deaths have her being devoured alive by walkers. 

Now, this is enough to annoy me. First off, I guess my choices don’t really matter. Sure, you can justify this as one of those “sometimes you can’t save someone, no matter how hard you try” ...and fine. Sure, if they had bothered to execute that point well, then great. 

But I disagree that the writers had that in mind when they were killing Sarah off. 

In fact, I know what what going on in their brains-- “God, can’t wait to kill Sarah off! Give us any reason to do it! She’s so damn annoying!”

The writers have openly admitted that a lot of the team were just waiting to kill Sarah off, waiting for any reason, so when the major part of the community who take everything at surface level because why think? kept complaining about Sarah, they jumped on the opportunity to kill her off.... but the deaths are dumb.

Listen, this isn’t like when the writers planned on killing Lee off. You can plan a death and even be excited about it because you’re excited about the story and execution of it all. You can be excited to see the heartbreaking end of this character’s story that you crafted because you know you put everything you had into it.

These deaths were lazy and the product of a team who didn’t care about the character. Sarah dies and no one cares. 

Sure, you leave her to die the first time and Jane does her thing about how you can’t save everyone, she talks about Jaime, and then Luke exposes himself as the fake Luke by agreeing that leaving Sarah behind was probably the right thing. Like what?

Now as much as I hate that first one, the second one is even worse. 

For some reason, Sarah is standing in the corner while they’re trying to fight off the walkers instead of being inside with Rebecca... y’know, where she would be if this was logical. 

Then the deck breaks and Sarah falls, trapped under a pile of wood. Jane, despite being the one who sees Sarah as a liability, goes down there to try and help her after Clementine begs her to. 

But because the writers don’t know what they’re doing, Jane gets hit by a random piece of wood and can’t get Sarah out in time, leaving her to be eaten alive by walkers. 

Then AJ is born and no one cares about Sarah ever again. 

I just.... 

Could’ve had an interesting story arc with a character who just lost her father in such a gruesome way, a character that already deals with anxiety and other problems that you never bothered to explain other than “she isn’t like Clementine” and you could’ve had her grow. 

But I guess that would’ve taken effort.... and screen time away from Kenny, and god forbid we ever do that. 

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Honorable Mentions

-Ava falling to her death in the most comedic way possible, made even more hilarious by David’s two seconds of mourning. -Omid.... because hope is dead. Do you get it? Hope? is dead? Because Omid means hope? Do you get it?? -Honestly you could put most of S2′s deaths on this list because oh my god. -Ben because I’m still a salty bitch.  -I also wanna add Louis and Violet’s deaths on the bridge mostly because they die, Clem is sad for two seconds, Tenn says sorry, and then no one cares. Yeah, yeah, they mourned off screen and I call that lazy bullshit. -Hell, throw Tenn’s death on here, too, for similar reasons-- no one but Louis/Violet and AJ seem to care. Even Clementine is like “whatever” after it happens. 

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Y’know, picking this one seemed like a good idea at the time, but by now I’m just annoyed by all these dumb deaths. So, what are your thoughts? Are there any deaths that make you question the writers that didn’t end up on the list? Do you agree or disagree with my list? Lemme know, we can have a friendly discussion about it. 

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 Favorite Louis Moments

[thegreatestofheck]

Not So Unrequited ⚜ JJ Maybank ⚜

request - (from Anon)  JJ and the reader arguing about anything and he’s like I Love you and she’s begging him not to say it because she doesn’t think she can be loved. warnings - swearing (lots and lots your welcome), steaminess,  synopsis - in the middle of an argument with your best friend, he says something to you that you had never wanted to hear. 

(thank you for this, anon, I love it! I hope this is what you wanted, I made it a lil steamy because- well, I have no excuse. Threw a little bit of body positivity in there because everyone is beautiful, and you all deserve to know that.)

“God, you’re such an idiot,” Kie sighed, pressing an ice pack against JJ’s cheek. “She’s gonna be pissed.” 

JJ rolled his eyes, letting Kie baby him because it made the both of them feel a little bit better. He opened his mouth to say something when the door to the Chateau opened. 

He had expected it to fly open with a flurry followed by the hurricane that was y/n. But when it creaked slowly, barely opening enough for you to slide inside, both Kie and JJ froze. JJ flicked his gaze away from Kie and met yours. 

A chill ran down his spine at the look in your eye. Silent as you were, everything that you weren’t saying was storming behind your eyes. Your dead calm was more terrifying than your raging storm. 

You walked into the dark Chateau and leaned yourself up against the wall, crossing your arms. Tension shrouded the room. Kie felt like she had stepped in the middle of a show down, her movements on JJ’s bruised knuckles short and awkward. JJ knew he was about to get his ass handed to him in a verbal beat down and he wasn’t really in the mood for it right now. 

And you, you were pissed off. Beyond pissed off. 

Kie stood slowly, setting her cleaning supplies off to the side. She glanced quickly over at you, but your gaze was fixed solely on the blond boy currently nursing a bruised cheekbone. With a sigh, Kie put a hand on JJ’s shoulder. 

“Good luck,” she whispered before making a quick break for the door. JJ grunted in response.

The tension in the room increased ten times when Kie left. JJ refused to meet your gaze again, still holding the ice pack to his face. 

“Why are the lights off?” you asked, breaking through the silence. 

“Hurts my head,” JJ mumbled. You resisted the urge to sigh dramatically. 

“Cause you have a concussion. That’s what you get for getting in a 3-on-1 fight.” 

JJ tightened his jaw and slouched farther in his seat, dropping his hands into his lap. You finally let out that sigh you had been fighting back. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you crossed the room and lowered yourself to the floor in front of JJ’s feet. He watched you carefully with wide, curious eyes, just waiting for you to explode.

But you didn’t.

You lifted your hand slowly and took the ice pack from his hand and gently pressed it back against his swollen face. His breath hitched in his throat from the sudden cold. At least, that’s what he told himself. 

Being so close to you made him freeze, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. It made him want to throw up. He wondered why people liked falling in love if this was how it felt. Or maybe this was only what an unrequited love felt like. 

“You are a fucking idiot for taking those guys on like that,” you said, your voice quiet but shaking. 

“They were dicks,” JJ replied. He looked away from you as you cradled the ice pack in your hand. 

“You can’t fight every dick in the world, Jay.” 

“But I can fight every dick who treats you like shit.” 

You’re calmness started to quake, threatening to become something far more wild. 

“I don’t need you to defend me,” you told him, setting your jaw to keep your anger at bay. He had been trying to help, after all. JJ scoffed and slouched even farther. You pulled the ice pack away and scowled. “What, you think I need you to fight my own battles?” 

“You can but you don’t,” JJ snapped. “You let them harass you and call you names. You let them get away with it.” 

“I don’t let anyone do anything. I just don’t justify their taunting with a response. They’re not worth my time.” Your eyes narrowed at JJ. It had always been this way. Someone said anything bad about you and he would throw himself into a fight instantly, even if you were unphased. You just wondered why in the hell he thought that meant he should take it into his own hands. “If they’re not worth my time they’re sure as hell not worth you getting all bloodied up for.” 

“God, you do this every time.” JJ pushed himself up out of the chair and stepped past you. You glowered at him as he paced toward the other side of the room. Rising from you ground, you couldn’t bite back your irritated response. 

“Every time you do something stupid? Yeah, I’m sorry for caring about your sorry ass. Newsflash, jerk face, but I don’t like seeing you get beat up. It’s not fun, for any of us.” 

JJ ran his hands through his hair, but he didn’t say anything, which only fueled your fire even more. You crossed your arms and your glower turned into a full glare. 

“Why do you insist on fighting every goddamn prick who has to run their mouth?” You continued. “What’s so important that you have to throw yourself into every fight? Why can’t you just leave it be?” 

He still didn’t respond, but he turned his back on you as his face went red. 

“Huh? Are you listening to me? Jay, why-”

“Because I love you, goddammit!” JJ whirled around to face you, his eyes wide, his hair a mess, his breathing ragged. You stiffened, the anger in your chest vanishing like a painful mist. 

“What?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the shock evident in your face. JJ’s face fell in desperation, dropping his hands back to his side. 

“I love you.” He said it again, much more desperate, but with no less emotion. JJ almost smiled. He took one short step toward you and you took one back, your eyes dropping to the ground. JJ’s smile fell. 

“Well, stop it,” was all you could find to say, your voice still quiet. 

“What?” You hated to hear the heartbreak in his voice, but it was better that you break his heart now than ten years down the road. 

“Just, stop!” Your hands trembled at your sides. 

“Stop what? Stop loving you? I tried that already and it didn’t work.” You crossed your arms over your stomach and turned your face away from him. “Say something, please. Anything.” 

“I don’t even know what love is, JJ. How could you possibly know?” You asked, still not looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders, throwing his hands up in the air. 

“All I know is that every time I’m around you, I want to be holding you and my stomach gets all tied up in knots. That I miss you whenever you’re no around. That whenever I see you with another guy, I want to tear his fucking throat out. That it fucking breaks my heart when you cry. That I would burn down the entire world before I let anyone hurt you.” 

You finally looked up, your heart beating wildly in your chest. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, not now, not ever. You were supposed to just be friends. It was better that way. 

“What happens when those feelings go away, huh?” You asked, nose burning and eyes brimming with tears. “I say I love you back and we start dating and we get married and have kids and then what happens when you don’t have those feelings anymore and you wake up some day and you don’t love me anymore, what fucking then, JJ?” 

You sounded angrier than you felt. You felt terrified, like an animal trapped in a cage, the walls closing in tighter and tighter around you, suffocating you. 

“We’re not your parents, y/n.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they said the same exact thing when they were our age.” Bitterness laced your every word. Sure, maybe you had been talking about your own parents, but he didn’t have to actually mention them. It just made the sting all the more real. 

Your dad had up and left when you were 12, leaving you with a mother whose heart was broken beyond repair and a 4 year old sister to take care of. You hadn’t believed in love from that day on. And JJ knew this, so why was he throwing it on you now? Why was he putting you through this when he knew damn well what it meant to you? 

“You can’t,” you said, giving your head a shake and praying that the tears wouldn’t fall. “You can’t. Not me.” 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“I’m fucked up, JJ.”

“Everybody’s fucked up.” 

“I’m especially fucked up.” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” There was real anger in his voice, but not anger directed at you. He was angry that the world was so messed up that it had convinced you that you didn’t deserve to be loved. 

And it shook you to the core. 

“I’ve kept my damn mouth shut about this for so long, y/n.” His voice broke painfully. He looked exhausted. You wanted to cross the room and pull him into your arms and wipe the tears from his eyes because if he wasn’t saying the words he was saying now, that’s what you would have done. “Didn’t even tell the Pogues. I kept it to myself because I knew what it meant to you but you’ve gotta know because I can’t do this anymore.” 

“What about all those....all those girls from the parties?” You crossed your arms as your mouth ran dry, grasping for straws. JJ scowled, looking more hurt than ever. 

“They were nothing.” 

“Those girls aren’t nothing, JJ. They’re people.” 

“I meant they were nothing to me. They were just...distractions.” 

“From me?” You said the words like a breath, your stomach twisting as you did so. Because the more JJ spoke about what he was feeling, the more you recognized them as a mirror of your own. 

“Yeah. From you.” You felt yourself fall still again, but it wasn’t that frozen stillness from fear. It was a calm that washed over you and you didn’t know why. “Because every time I saw you sneaking off with one of those guys I just-” 

JJ’s words fell off as you took one small step toward him. As soon as that first step was taken, you couldn’t stop yourself from crossing the room until you were standing right in front of him, chest to chest. 

He looked down at his, his lips parted. Your eyes flitted from his down toward his mouth before venturing back up to meet his stare once again. 

“Maybe....” You paused, glancing down again. “Maybe we aren’t our parents.” 

JJ’s eyes were fixated on your lips, a breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t going to make the first move, you knew that, yet you weren’t sure you had the strength to break what was left of your walls. You wanted him to do it for you, but he wouldn’t want to push you any farther than he already had. 

Your stomach was already tangled into knots even before you stood on your toes. JJ’s eyes were closed even before you pressed your lips to his. Those knots detangled into butterflies and exploded throughout your bones. 

The kiss was a ghost of a thing. At least, it was at first. Because once the dam was breached, the water all came rushing out with a startling force. 

Your hands left your sides and found their place tangled in his hair, pulling him down closer to you. He hesitated, his hands flexing at his sides as the desire raged within him. 

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered, his eyes opening just a tad. You gave yourself one chance to breathe and second guess yourself. “Because once I have you, there’s no chance in hell I’m letting you go.” 

You pulled one of your hands out of his hair and rested it against his cheek, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. You chewed on the inside of your cheek before giving a short nod of your head. 

“This is what I want,” you told him. “I just want you.” 

That was all the permission that JJ needed. All of his hesitation was gone, vanished into thin air. Tucking his hand behind your neck, he put his lips right back onto yours with a fire that was just waiting to burst forth. 

You thought you had been control when you broke the dam, but JJ took no time in proving you wrong. With one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, he pushed you back toward the wall. 

What little breath remained in your lungs was sucked away as your back hit the wall. Months of tension and deep rooted desire hit a boiling point as your lips found a rhythm with his. Your fingers left his hair to tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. Any space between you was too much. You needed his skin against yours, you needed to take his heat for your own. You needed him and you were no longer afraid to admit it, at least to yourself. 

JJ pinned you to the wall, his hips pressed up against yours. His hand shifted from behind your neck to the front, hanging loosely around the base of your neck just to keep you steady. His other hand found it’s way under the loose fabric of your shirt, kneading at your skin with his palm.  

You let out your first ungodly sound of the night, muffled only by JJ’s lips. You felt him smile so you pulled back. 

“Careful,” you murmured, eyes still closed. But JJ’s grin persisted even as he pressed butterfly kisses against your cheek, trailing past your jaw and finding rest against your neck. 

“Shit,” you breathed as his tongue grazed across your skin, his teeth pulling gently here and there. He started to work his hand farther up your shirt and you had to pressed your hands against the wall to keep yourself from falling. 

“All those other boys didn’t make you feel like this, did they?” JJ whispered against your skin. His breath was warm and sent ripples down your spine. You popped one eye open to glower at him. 

“Fuck you,” you breathed as he smiled against you. His hand at the base of your throat tightened ever so slightly and your glower deepened. 

“Was that a no?” 

“I don’t play that way, Maybank,” you ground out through your teeth. 

“Then how do you play?” 

You pushed him away from you and for a moment a look of hurt crossed his face. But when you grabbed hold of the bottom of your shirt, never breaking eye contact as you pulled it off and discarded it on the floor, a grin replaced that fear. You reached out for him, pulling him back in. 

Both of his hands went for your shoulders before tracing the curve of your body all the way down to the waistband of your shorts. You nipped at his lower lip, tugging gently, you hands holding his head just where you wanted. 

“Damn, y/n.” There was that damn smirk still. You wondered what it would take to wipe it off his face. His hands worked at the zipper of your shorts, tugging on the hem before you even realized he had them unbuttoned. 

“You really don’t waste any time, do you?” You asked him. Instead of responding, he pressed a kiss against your neck. Part of you wished he would stay there again. But then he kissed your collarbone and then he was lowering him self slowly, pressing his lips to the skin beneath your breasts, then just below your bra. 

You were pretty sure no boy had ever done anything like this before. You weren’t ever one to take your time with them because, after all, they were just a poor replacement for who you really wanted. But the attention that JJ gave your body as he continued his trail of kisses down your stomach was enough to make your eyes roll toward the back of your head. 

He was on his knees in front of you, tantalizing, as he pulled your shorts down as slowly as he could. He kissed your thighs once they were exposed as he pulled the shorts the rest of the way down. You were going to simply step out of them when he put on hand on your calf and the other just under your knee. 

“What are you doing?” You asked with an almost nervous laugh. JJ looked up at you as he started to lift your leg. A smile pulled at his lips. 

“I’ve been waiting a long time to have you,” he mused. “And I’m not wasting a second of it. 

He rested your foot against his shoulder and gave the side of your knee the smallest, most butterfly inducing kiss. You heaved out a breath and leaned your head back against the wall as JJ continued to kiss your inner thigh. His hands kept you steady. You had never felt more grounded. Your toes curled, fingers tensing. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, as if it was just a spoken thought. You lifted your head and looked down at him. 

“What?” 

He looked back up at you a look somewhere between concern and amusement. 

“You’re beautiful.”

You moved your leg off of his shoulder and joined him on your knees. For a reason you didn’t know, your eyes swam with tears. His smile was gone but there was something far deeper in his eyes that a smile couldn’t properly communicate in that moment. 

You took his hands in yours and pressed his bruised knuckles to your lips. When you met his eyes again, you gave a small shake of your head, the tears threatening to overflow. 

“No one’s ever said that to me before,” you whispered, trying to offer some kind of explanation for your strange actions. JJ looked taken aback. 

“Bullshit.”

“No, JJ, I’m serious. You’re the first person-” Your voice broke. 

“Is that why you didn’t believe me when I told you I loved you?” Your head fell and the tears you had been feeling started to fall from your eyes. He hooked his finger underneath your chin and moved your face to look back at his. “Hey, you’re beautiful, alright? And I’ll say it a million times until you believe me.” 

You nodded, sniffling as you tried to hide your embarrassing tears from him. He leaned forward and kissed both of you cheeks. You let out a small laugh as he pulled away. 

“Sorry to ruin the mood,” you said, still holding one of his hands. That look returned to JJ’s eyes, the hungry one, as he looked down at the clothes you were left in, or lack thereof. 

“Nothing’s ruined,” he said. “I’m still getting you in that bed.” 

You wiped away what was left of your tears and felt a smile of your own pull at your lips. 

“What are you waiting for then?” 

                                                                ***

Pope grumbled angrily as he climbed into the van, Kie sliding into the front seat. 

“I don’t see why they had to kick us out,” he said, plopping down into one of the seats. 

“I don’t think we were really kicked out, per say,” said John B up front with a slight smirk. “You were the last one in there, Kie, what happened exactly? One minute they’re screaming at each other and the next....” 

Kie shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on the road as she started the car. 

“Guess they just reached their breaking point.” 

“I think that bed is going to reach it’s breaking point,” Pope huffed. “I mean, couldn’t they wait until they were alone to start going at each other?” 

Kie rolled her eyes and John B just laughed. 

“Give it until the morning. I’m sure they’ll pretend like it never happened,” John B said with a sigh. 

“Are you kidding?” Kie looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Those two have been waiting to tear each other’s clothes off for months.”

“Really?” Pope and John B both said at the same time. Kie laughed and looked back to the road. 

“You boys are so clueless.”

“Damn,” Pope breathed. “And they didn’t tell us?”

“He’s afraid of commitment and she’s got abandonment issues, of course they waited this long.” 

“Kie, when did you become a goddamn genius?” 

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.” 

The van rattled down the road, the three friends laughing together. 

                                                           ***

JJ’s arms curled around your stomach, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He slept softly, breathing gently through his nose. Every now and again, he would mumble something, his lips grazing against your exposed skin. 

But you were wide awake. You ran your fingers aimlessly up and down his arms, relishing in the feeling of his skin still against yours. 

He hadn’t stopped telling you you were beautiful since he first said it. Every chance he got, the words would pass his lips. He probably said it more times than anything else, other than “shit” and “fuck”, which you loved to hear almost just as much. Almost. 

When he flopped down next to you, sweaty, breathless, and still grinning like an idiot, he wrapped his arms around you and said it one last time, whispering it into your ear before he fell asleep. 

And you believed him every time. 

If he had been any other boy, this was the time when you would have scurried out of bed, collected your clothes, and made a break for it. But you stayed. There was no where you would rather be than here, cradled in the arms of the boy who loved you. The boy that you loved. 

You moved slowly, carefully, turning until you faced him. JJ groaned quietly, shifting his head against the pillow, but he didn’t wake. You felt yourself smile again at the sight of him. That stupid grin was finally gone from his face. Now you found that you were missing it. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered, your voice quieter than the breeze that blew the curtain of the window above you. You tucked your head under his chin and he pulled you in tighter. A smile graced your lips. 

Even if he didn’t hear you, it was good to say aloud. Maybe now you could say it when he was awake. Maybe someday. Maybe not today, but someday. That thought was enough to sing you to sleep. 

JJ opened a single eye and looked down at you, unable to keep his smile at bay any longer. You had fallen asleep quickly, but he didn’t care. You didn’t need to know he heard you. He would deal with that in the morning. For now, he just let you sleep. 

[kotsuvi]

I MELT WITH YOU

⤅ atsumu miya x reader

⤅ warnings: swearing, fluff

⤅ words: 1.5k

a/n: i had such a nice night walking around my neighbourhood in the snow tonight soooo i was inspired to write a lil somethin’ with one of my fav boys

“I wonder what all these people do for a livin’,” Atsumu said, eyes flitting between many of the large homes that the two of you were walking past.

It was a quiet Sunday; the second snowfall of the year. You had been waiting months for a blizzard, and finally, after hoping and praying, the storm had come.

You sat at your window, excitedly waiting for the moment you could plow through the snow with your boyfriend, and after the whirlwinds were over, you pulled on your boots and coat, grabbed the longest scarf you could find, and hiked your way over to his house. He had answered the door quizzically.

“What’re you doing here?” He had asked, instantly reaching around your frame to pull you into his chest. “Jeez! You’re frozen!” “I’m fine,” you had assured him, brushing the tip of your numbing nose against his neck. “Grab your coat, let’s go!”

It was already dark by the time you dragged him outside, but you didn’t care. It was more peaceful at night anyway. The streetlamps were on, and flakes fell softly from the sky, landing on Atsumu’s astonishingly long eyelashes.

“You think they’re superheroes?”

“Eat the rich,” you replied, squeezing his arm, which was hooked around yours.

“Eat the rich?” He repeated, warm eyes meeting yours. His cheeks were tinted rosy red, and snow dusted his hair. “Seriously Y/N? I’m askin’ a serious question! I gotta know what field to go into.”

“Whatever you do, I’m sure it’ll work out for you,” you replied, giving him a soft smile. He rolled his eyes. “You’re not being any help. I’m gonna go ask ‘em.” “No!” You laughed, tugging on his arm as he jerked towards one of the large houses. Most of the lights were on, and you could see a family inside, sitting around a table. It looked as if they were playing some kind of game, and the father laughed loudly as he poked the son’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna eat him?” Atsumu asked, nudging you as he peered into the home. “Let’s just drop it.” Atsumu scoffed. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to go for a walk.” “You say it like it’s a bad thing!” “I’m not complaining.” You felt him shrug beneath your touch. “Just sayin’.”

You rolled your eyes, but kept quiet. From somewhere in the distance, you could hear the muffled hum of music. You could almost feel your soul relax with each exhale of breath. Everything about the night was stunning, and there was nobody else that you would have rather been sharing it with.

“I would kill to get in one of these,” Atsumu muttered, continuing his house tangent. “Imagine a job where ya just get to walk through houses. Like, just get to look at ‘em.” “Maybe a real estate agent?” Atsumu snorted. “I guess. But then I’ve gotta memorize shit.” “Like what? The price?” “Dunno,” Atsumu said, letting out a huff of air. It turned grey in front of his lips, then drifted into the sky. “Like floor types. How many bathrooms. When the place was built.” You shook your head at him. “I think you’re just lazy.” He gasped, his arm slipping out from yours as he pulled away. “You cheeky little shit-” He lunged for you, and you giggled, darting away from him. You dipped under his arm, then started down the street, boots crunching away at the freshly fallen snow. “Get back here!” Atsumu yelled, and you laughed loudly into the night, air stinging your cheeks.

“Lazy and slow?” You called, glancing over your shoulder. “Pick a struggle!” “Y/N!” Atsumu shouted, a laugh escaping his lips as he chased after you. His hood fell away from his head, and his hair blew wildly, shaking away any snow that had managed to land atop his blond locks.

You turned a corner, nearly slipping on a patch of ice. Another giggle slipped out as you darted around a car, fingers wiggling inside of your gloves. Suddenly, your back was met with a cold smack, and you lurched forward, your balancing tipping. “Hey!” You yelled, jaw dropping at your boyfriend, who grinned cheekily. He patted another ball of snow in his hands, then wiggled his brows. “No fair!” “Lazy and slow, but you underestimate me,” he replied, whipping his arm towards you. You ducked, and the snowball whizzed past your head. It landed in the middle of the road, then broke apart. You stooped down, picking up your own handful of snow, but when you straightened, you were met with a facefull of bitter cold.

“Tsumu!” You exclaimed, face burning. The snow fell into your open mouth, and you swiped at your eyes with the back of your sleeve. “How you like that?” He held up his hands as if to say “it’s what you deserve”.

“That was dirty,” you replied, brushing excess snow off of your coat. Atsumu sauntered over to you, a sheepish smile on his face. “I know you loved it,” he said, wrapping his arms around your torso. You glared up at him, but your expression softened when you met his eyes.

“What? Loved getting hammered in the face with a ball of ice?” Atsumu glanced away, smirking as he gave a shrug. “What’s not to love?”

You groaned, letting your head fall against his chest. He pulled you tighter into him, and you felt the light brush of his lips on your forehead, but the moment was cut short when he dumped another handful of snow on atop your head, earning a shriek. “You devil!” You cursed, and he slipped away from you, running down the middle of the street. It was your turn to chase after him, gathering up loose handfuls of snow as you ran. He was fast, turning around corners and dodging your tosses with ease. “Who’s the slow one now!” “Bastard!” You laughed. “I’m going to get you!” “Whatever you say!” He called back, hopping over the sidewalk. You recognized the area that you were in: the public middle school grounds. A smirk tugged at your lips as you bolted at him, arms outstretched. He glanced back, then did a double-take, confused as to why you were barrelling towards him at full speed. “Y/N-” He was cut off as your chest hit his, sending him stumbling back. It wasn’t enough to knock him off his feet, but he staggered multiple steps before regaining his balance. “Told you I’d get you,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He hadn’t fully recovered, and he looked briefly confused. “Ya nearly crushed my windpipe!” He exclaimed, lightly shoving you away from him.

“Too bad,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him. “Doesn’t actually matter,” he said, dropping his head back to look at the sky. “And why is that?” His head stayed fixed at the sky, but his eyes darted down to meet yours. A grin erupted on his face, and he held out his hands. “We’re on top of the world Y/N!” He yelled, suddenly falling back in the snow. His arms were splayed out to the sides, and the stupid grin remained on his face. You returned his look, letting your body tip back to the ground. Snow filled your hood as you landed, and Atsumu dropped his head to look at you, cheeks a glowing shade of red.

“You know,” you said quietly, “we’re not actually that far above sea level, so I don’t think we’re actually-” “You should try shutting up,” Atsumu cut you off. You pursed your lips, tipping your head to the side to meet his gaze. He was still smiling, and you took his features in slowly. As many times as you had seen his face, you could never get over how attractive he was. He knew he was good looking too, but did he know he was beautiful?

“Y/N I-” “You’re beautiful,” you stated, and his lips parted with shock, brows raising. “What?” “You’re beautiful,” you repeated. Snow melted against your neck, and the skin was beginning to burn, but you didn’t care because Atsumu was smiling.

“You don’t have to flatter me,” he said. His gloved hand made its way to yours, and he squeezed your fingers through the thick fabric. “I think I do,” you answered, turning your head away from him to look at the sky. It was casted in an orange glow from the streetlights. Your eyes tried to pinpoint small flakes of snow to watch, but you lost track of them before they hit the ground.

“Thanks for this,” Atsumu mumbled. “You know I love nights like these.” He laughed quietly. “I love every night spent with you, you know that right?” “Yeah.” You smiled. “I know.”

[cinnaminsvga]

🌸 social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way) 🌸

A/N: Well, this update kicked me in the proverbial nuts! All I gotta say is... good luck to my Yoongi stans out there... You’re kinda gonna need it ;-; || W.C. 2.2K

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August 22, 2020 — 9:39PM

When you exit the taxi, the cold night air causes goosebumps to form across your arms. You pay the driver without looking behind you, shutting the door with the back of your foot as you take in the familiar surroundings. You’ve been to this apartment complex more times than you can count; you’ve crashed on your friends’ couch so many times that it’s become a second bed to you at this point, especially with how often all five of you love to drink the night away. In many ways, this place has become a safe haven for you.

Normally, you would let yourself into their apartment without needing to knock or text in advance. After many years of coming over, you even have your own set of keys, graciously gifted to you by Park Jimin after you found yourself locked out of your own home for the fifth time in one week after Jungkook kept taking your keys by accident. They don’t even answer the door when you knock anymore; they always assume you’ll just barrel in whenever you please, usually with takeout bags and caffeine-laden drinks in hand for impromptu study sessions or video game nights.

But tonight is not one of those nights. This time, Min Yoongi stands waiting for you by the entrance, sitting on the concrete steps in his worn gray hoodie and sweatpants. He looks cold, judging from his pink nose and shivering body, like he’s been waiting outside for at least a few minutes. His dark, inky hair is standing up in all directions, a sign that he must have just woken up from a nap before coming down to meet you. He notices your arrival mid-yawn, his eyebrows shooting up comically as he scrambles to his feet. He rushes towards you, stopping just before the gate that separates the two of you.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, puffs of white air leaving your lips and dissipating into the night sky. The sight of him alone makes your eyes burn with unshed tears, just aching to fall. He notices immediately, judging by the way his brow crumples with worry.

In an instant, he rips the gate open, giving you no opportunity to say anything else before he pulls you into a bear hug. You gasp in surprise, inhaling sharply and getting a whiff of a scent that you can only describe as wholly Yoongi. It’s comforting, clean, and cozy: everything that encapsulates Yoongi’s whole being.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You don’t know what you’re apologizing for exactly—for interrupting his evening? For making him wait in the cold? For shedding tears on his clothes? For asking for comfort when you didn’t deserve it? Your mind is too tired to wonder which of these things weighs the heaviest amongst your mistakes.

Yoongi hushes you softly, his hand carding through your hair as he rocks you slowly. He presses your face closer to his chest, not chastising you for crying like you thought he would. He only whispers gentle nothings into your ears, the words meaning nothing and everything all at once. “It’s okay,” he repeats over and over again. He says them until the words start to blur, until they make a home inside your heart. Until you almost believe them.

Almost.

You do not know how long it takes for you to run out of tears, how long you stand in silence. All you know is that your frozen hands have grown numb around the straps of your overnight bag, so much so that it takes a second for Yoongi to unfurl your fingers and take the bag away from you. He reaches for your hand with his free one, gently leading up to the apartment without another word.

The world feels cold and still, your muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor the only sounds that keep you grounded to reality. The doors of neighboring apartments start to shift and blur, causing the shadows on the wall to morph like ghosts from the corner of your eye. Yoongi’s apartment is dark when you both enter, no signs of his other two roommates being home even this late at night.

“Jimin left to go to a PC bang. Taehyung hasn’t returned home since I kicked him out this afternoon,” Yoongi says, answering your unspoken question. You turn your head towards him in surprise, not expecting the latter part of his statement.

“You kicked him out? Why?”

“It’s… complicated,” he sighs, aggravated. He gazes at you wearily, and it’s only then that you notice the deep bags lining his eyes like purple moons. The moonlight streaming from their open window casts shadows upon his face, emphasizing the sunkenness of his cheeks. The guilt in your throat builds up, tenfold. You’re disturbing him with your silly little love problems, aren’t you? He already has so much work to do and you’re here, crying over something that you should have known ages ago. You’re acting childish. Coming here was a mistake.

“Don’t give me that look,” Yoongi interrupts your thoughts, squeezing your hand. You had almost forgotten he was still holding you, but the reminder tethers you. His touch lets you know that you are not alone, that he is there because he wants to be. “I know you’re worrying again. You’re not a nuisance. You’re not a bother. I’m your friend, and I care about you. Will you let me care for you? Just this once?”

Your heart, which has felt heavy in your chest ever since this afternoon, lightens ever so slightly. It allows you to force a little smile on your face, but you doubt its of any use, not with the tear tracks evident on your skin. But it’s a start.

“You can use my bathroom to get changed. Do you need some clothes?” he asks, but you shake your head at his offer. As much as you enjoyed wearing his comfortable sweaters, you did still have some clothes that you hadn’t worn in Ilsan. It almost pains you to see them still unworn in your bag, but that’s just you being ridiculous, isn’t it? You chose to leave, after all. He had told you it was the right thing to do, and at the time, you thought he was right.

You shuffle into Yoongi’s bathroom, staring at your reflection with red eyes and teeth-worn lips. Your reflection stares back, undeterred. You find no answers to your misery, so you stop looking and let all your thoughts flow down the drain. Being empty, after all, is better.

You go about your nightly routine with robotic grace, scrubbing and brushing with numbness. No amount of water can wash away the tiredness on your face, and so you give up. You quietly make your way out of the bathroom, peeking inside his bedroom to check if Yoongi had gone back to bed.

Instead, you find him sitting in front of his desk, his laptop closed and phone locked beside him. Trancelike, he stares listlessly at the wall with his fingernails in his mouth, an old habit that he has yet to break, but it only means that he’s deep in thought.

You clear your throat, breaking him from his stupor. “Can I borrow a pillow for the couch?” you ask timidly, the question you really want to ask just barely dangling from the tip of your tongue. Yoongi regards you for a moment, unmoving save for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Do you want to be alone?” He answers your question with his own, gaze heavy upon your skin. He asks you that, but you know what he’s truly asking: Do you want to stay with me?

Like always, Yoongi always did have a penchant for knowing the true color of your heart, a skill you sometimes wished he didn’t have. You felt vulnerable around him, but rarely in a bad way. It never felt like he was intruding or meddling; it was always good and warm. To be known without the need to defend yourself.

“No, I don’t want to be alone,” you say, a simple truth. He nods in understanding, standing up from his chair and heads towards his bed, slipping under the rumpled blankets. He stares at you from underneath his covers, his hand patting the empty space beside him with a small smile.

“Then you don’t have to be alone,” he responds, another simple truth. You take the few short steps to reach his bed, climbing onto his bed and placing yourself as close to the edge as possible. Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving his hand haphazardly as he gestures for you to come closer.

“Are you really going to start getting shy with me? After you literally confessed you had a crush on me just an hour ago?” he teases, but his tone is tender. He grins his gummy smile when you cover your face in embarrassment, distracting you long enough to pull you gently towards him.

“I hate you,” you say. You don’t.

“I know,” he replies. He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Do you want to talk?”

Your breathing grows shaky, your hands automatically grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie as you force yourself not to cry again. The simple truth is this: you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to be in pain right now. But you are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You feel like crawling inside yourself and never coming out again.

So instead, you tell him, “I had a good weekend. I really did.”

Yoongi hums sadly. “I know.”

“It was really good. I had so much fun with Namjoon,” you say. You sniffle a bit, but the tears don’t fall.

“I know.”

“Meeting his parents, going around town, eating everything I could ever want… It felt so good to just be with someone without wondering if they liked me back or not, without second-guessing every little thing. Because just being together was… enough. It didn’t matter that it was fake because it still felt real in a weird way. I didn’t have to pretend or hide my emotions around him.”

“I know.”

“But even then, I couldn’t help but think,” your breath hitches, and you clench your eyes shut until you see stars behind your eyelids. “I couldn’t help but think… that this weekend would end badly, one way or another. And maybe I was just destined to have every good thing in my life snatched away.”

“I know you think that, even though it’s not true,” Yoongi says. He holds you tighter, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Even then, why is it every time I’m just beginning to think that I can be happy, something always comes along the way to mess it all up? I was perfectly fine before all of this happened. Everything just went to shit the moment I started wanting more, when I started becoming selfish,” you say. You tilt your head upwards, forcing yourself to look at Yoongi and his sad eyes. “Everyone keeps telling me that I deserve to be happy, that I deserve to love myself. But is it bad that I want someone to love me too? Is it bad that my happiness lies with that desire?”

But for once, Yoongi doesn’t have a straight answer. He carefully loosens your grip around his hoodie, clasping your hands in his own just like before. He rubs circles into the back of your hand, before placing them over his heart. “Do you feel that?” he asks.

You nod your head, not fully understanding.

“This is a heart that loves you,” he explains, voice low but honest.

“But that’s… that’s not the same as…” you trail off. It’s not the same as Jungkook. Or Namjoon. Or…

He continues, “In the PC bang across the street, there is a heart that loves you. Somewhere else in Seoul, there are two hearts that love you. In Ilsan, there is another heart that loves you. But even then, I know it’s not quite the way you want it.”

“It’s because I’m selfish,” you say, ashamed.

“It’s because you know you’re allowed to want more,” he corrects kindly, wiping away a stray tear. “It’s not always a bad thing, you know.”

You laugh, the sound warbled even to your own ears. “I know,” you say. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes begin to droop, the fatigue from today weighing heavily on him. You feel as though you should be the same, but sleep evades you that night. “You know, if I wasn’t already emotionally fucked up right now, you could’ve made me fall in love with you again tonight.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “Is it working?” he mutters, words slurring slightly as he begins to drift off.

You answer him, but it falls on deaf ears. He falls asleep with you still in his arms, keeping you safe. It’s his presence that gives you the courage to respond to the texts you receive later that night, filled with one last burst of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find happiness elsewhere.

[bby01boi]

Nightmares can come true

Fandom: 911 (TV)

Relationship: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/ Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash/Athena Grant

Characters: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Christopher Diaz, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Howard ‘Chimney’ Han, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson and Athena Grant

Summary: Buck has a horrifying nightmare that becomes real life.

As the truck arrived on the scene the 118 was met with a giant apartment building fire, almost every window had smoke coming out of it "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge.

After everyone is ready Bobby comes back with his wife Athena by is side "You boys be careful in there" she holds Buck and Eddie's shoulders but gives Buck's an extra squeeze "Ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and they all run into the building, the entrance is engulfed in flames it's all a blur for Buck after that.

The next thing he knows they're all outside "Cap, there's someone still in there!" Eddie yells pointing to a window on the fourth floor, when Buck looked he could just notice someone's hand "You can't go back in there" Bobby tried to reason but Eddie wasn't having it, he ran past everyone and towards the entrance and then everything slowed down for Buck, he watched as the building exploded engulfing Eddie in flames, Buck's eyes widened with horror as he watched the love of his life burn to death.

"Eddie!" Buck screams as he wakes up in a cold sweat, he checks his surroundings only to find himself still in his apartment "not again" he groans, this is the fifth time he's had that dream, he sighs before getting up "might as well get ready for work" he walk towards the bathroom and starts the shower.

He exits the bathroom dressed in his uniform and drying is his hair "Hey Buck!" A voice shouts causing Buck to jump ten feet in the air "Jesus Christ!" Buck yells in surprise before removing towel over his head to see Christopher and Eddie sitting there smiling at him, he can't help but smile back "what are you doing here?" He asks the two Diaz's "Christopher thought it was a good idea that we three should go out for breakfast before work" Eddie answered and Christopher nodded his head "sounds great, let's go" Buck smiles  then picks up Christopher and starts tickling him as they exit Buck's apartment.

"Then the rabbit puts its paw on her mouth" Christopher laughed as he finished his story "That is funny" Buck chuckled while ruffling the kid's hair "c'mon you two we've gotta drop this little munchkin off before he's late" Eddie giggled as he pinched Christopher's cheek "the munchkin better get moving before the tickle monster arrives" Buck chuckles while wriggling his fingers Christopher screams in joy and quickly hurries to Eddie's car with Buck not far behind, Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream with joy.

After they dropped Christopher off at school Eddie drove him and Buck to the station "thanks for breakfast today" Buck said putting his arm around Eddie's shoulder "anytime" Eddie smiles at Buck before they both walk up the stairs and join the others "where were you two? Ya missed breakfast" Chimney asks pointing his thumb towards the kitchen "Christopher and I took Buck out for breakfast" Eddie replied sitting on the couch next to Buck "That's cute, I bet Christopher had a great time" Hen said as she walked up the stairs "I think he's had so many attacks from the tickle monster he'll be giggling all day" Eddie giggled himself "careful there the tickle monster also goes for adults" Buck warned wiggling his fingers "don't you dare" Eddie chuckles "speaking of Christopher, he's got show and tell tomorrow and wants you to come" Eddie tells Buck who nods "tell him I'd be happy to go" then the alarm rang and they're off to a call.

They arrive at a nice neighbourhood to see a huge crowd at the park "move aside LAFD" Bobby tells everyone and they part to make a path for them, Hen and Chimney notice someone laying on the floor and rush to them "he's been stabbed Cap, but the knife isn't in there anymore" Hen says while treating the patient and looking for the knife "does anyone know where the knife went?" Bobby asked everyone there but before they could reply a man shouted "right here!" And threw the knife towards Eddie.

Either out of adrenaline or pure luck Buck caught the knife before it could impale Eddie's chest, everyone was frozen with shock until the police arrived and the attacker tried to run for it but Bobby tackled him to the ground "are you okay?" Eddie asked Buck who was still frozen in shock and holding the knife "am I okay?! Are you okay?!" Buck yelled before dropping the sharp object and checking to make sure Eddie didn't get a single scratch on him "I'm fine, that was some good catching though" Eddie smiled and patted Buck on the shoulder and soon they were heading back to the station.

Hours had gone by and calls had been answered it was almost the end of the shift when one last alarm rang, the team groaned before getting up and getting ready. On the way there Eddie's phone rings "hey bud" he says into the phone "yeah I know, we have one more job and then Buck and I will be home for movie night" Buck looked at Eddie when he said his name "okay we'll see you soon, I love you too" Eddie then put his phone away "so which movie are we watching tonight?" Buck asked smiling happily "Tangled" they both laughed remembering the last movie night they had with Christopher.

Eventually they arrived on the scene, when Buck exited the truck he was met with an apartment building on fire, Buck dropped his helmet in shock it looks just like the one in his dream "hey, you okay?!" Chimney yelled over all the noise "yeah, I'm fine!" Buck yelled back as he picked up his helmet. "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge. 'This is all just a coincidence, there is no way my dream is coming to life' Buck thought as he checked his surroundings and the building but then Bobby came back with Athena at his side.

"You boys be careful in there" she holds their shoulders giving Buck the extra squeeze, he's kinda starting to freak out but the others will probably tell him he's being silly or paranoid so he doesn't let it show "ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and then they're all running into the building, like always the entrance is engulfed in flames.

It was all a blur to Buck right now they're all outside when Eddie suddenly shouts "Cap, there's still someone in there!" And suddenly Buck can't hold in the panic anymore his stomach plummets to the ground and his breathe shallows, he doesn't need to look to know that someone is waving at the window "you can't go back in there!" Bobby tried to reason, Eddie tried to run past but Buck was ready this time, he managed to grab onto the oxygen tank but Eddie undid the straps and continued on "Eddie stop!" Buck screamed panic is heard in his voice as he drops the tank and bolts after Eddie. Buck tackled him to the ground, shielding Eddie with his own body just as the building exploded.

Buck woke up to someone calling his name and shaking him gently, his body felt like he was ran over by the fire truck, he groaned before opening his eyes to see Chimney and Hen kneeling over him "Eddie" Buck croaked out trying to sit up but Hen gently pushed him back down "he's fine, Bobby is talking to him just over there" she pointed off to Buck's right "Mkay" Buck mumbled tiredly "hey, hey, hey, don't go to sleep on us" Chimney shook him a little "I'm trying not to" Buck mumbled blinking rapidly every now and then "nothings broken, just a few cuts and bruises, how are you feeling, Buck?" Hen asks helping Buck sit up "like I got ran over by the fire truck" Hen and Chimney chuckle before they help Buck stand up.

"Buck!" Eddie yelled as he ran over and hugged Buck tightly it hurt like hell but Buck didn't care as long as Eddie was alive, Buck gripped him back just as tight as tears sprang to Buck's eyes "shh, it's okay, I'm okay, we're okay" Eddie whispered into Buck's ear while rubbing his back "you died" Buck whined gripping tighter, the others looked at him confused "Eddie is alive Buck" Hen said confused while pointing to the said man, Buck shook his head "in my dream, he died every time"

Hot tears leaked from Buck's eyes "you had dreams like this?" Eddie asked confused as he wiped Buck's tears, Buck shook his head again "everything is the same, the blazing entrance, you seeing someone waving in the window and then disobeying Bobby, I've watched you be burned alive five times" Buck hiccups throughout his explanation "well this time you saved me" Eddie says softly then kisses Buck's forehead "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere" Buck chuckles before pulling Eddie in for a kiss "thank you" he whispers after.

The next day at Christopher's school it was show and tell "okay Christopher, it's your turn" the teacher says, Christopher grabs Buck's hand and walks to the front of the room "this is my Buck" said man was looking at Eddie in shock 'I'M HIS SHOW AND TELL!' Buck thinks to himself before zoning back into Christopher's speech "he has saved me from a tsunami with a bad leg, he always lets me win at video games, he makes my dad happy and just last night he saved my dad from an explosion, this is my Buck and my other dad" Christopher finishes with a big smile, Buck was about to cry "alright that's it, you're being too cute" Buck giggled before grabbing Christopher and tickling him "the tickle monster returns!" Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream in joy.

[myundeadgayson]

“Beachboys” by McCafferty, except it’s C!Karl Jacobs and the Mr. Beast Crew

I’ve had this idea in my brain... for SO LONG. Unfortunately though, I can’t draw well enough to turn this into an animatic... I’ve also never made an animatic, so... BUT I SURE CAN PUT THIS INTO WORDS. So, this is gonna be C!Karl-centric and heavily inspired by my own headcanons that before joining the SMP, Karl used to live with the Beast Crew (that being Jimmy, Chris, Chandler, and himself). I’ll make a post later with all my ideas, but specifically it comes down to the idea that the four of them grew up together in a small village on a peaceful server, but Jimmy eventually got the idea for a bunch of fun events (kinda like the Mr Beast Videos). As the events grew bigger and bigger, the Beast Crew started traveling around to other servers a lot to put on more events. One would end up being the Technoblade vs. Dream battle, which is where Karl meets the Dream Team for the first time and eventually how he gets invited by Sapnap to come live on the server if he wants. This is all takes places before Karl finds out about being a Time Traveler, but this whole thing is the after with Karl’s memories all blurring together! Be aware, there’s LOTS of C!Karlnap in this with a lot of your usual C!Karlnapity Lore with all the normal sadness:) So if you find this interesting at all, please continue to read!! (Note: this isn’t really a songfic. it’s more like I’m giving you all the lyrics and describing the scenes I keep seeing in my head that way you can imagine it along with me. A bit more messy and chaotic, but still fun!!)

[Jimmy VC, but it’s him breaking down laughing while he yells]   “I swear to fucking God, Chris!   I'll turn this fucking car around!   Shut the fuck up!”

  I don't get parties,   Or getting high,   I just get low most of the time… [Insert Karl walking through multiple scenes— a party, an empty field in front of Kinoko, his friends arguing. It soon cuts to Karl’s upside down face pouting. When it pans out, it shows him hanging upside down off a couch cushion in his cozy home in Kinoko.]   And I'll be there for you, baby [Insert Karl Fingerguns]   But I've got to have some room— [Now insert blushing, semi-smiling Sapnap, then it cutting to them in the future with Karl holding a journal and turned away from Sap as if sneaking away while Sapnap’s turned away from him. Sap’s likely on fire, possibly with his glare aimed towards a shadow of Dream in the distance, or the destroyed Community House.]   And you gotta keep your eyes on the new guys in the room. [Close up on Karl’s eyes darting around nervously]   And the way they dance is crazy,   I have never seen this shit. [Faraway shot of Karl in a room while everyone’s dancing, Chris is one of them and going too fucking hard in the center of it all]   And the strobe light's way too hot,   So let's get this over with. [close up cut, close up cut, close up cut until reaching Karl’s face and a sweat drop rolling down]   She says, "Your lips tasted like they did way back in July" [Sapnap coming to hold his hand. Karl smiles, but there’s a flash of the past with Karl seeing James]   Headaches and overdose,   I hope that we never die… [Karl, overcome by thoughts, pulls away from Sapnap and walks away]

  October's always here, [cut to Karl sitting on the swing in the Inbetween]   November's never leaves, [cut to same scene in the Other Side]   December disappears, [same scene, but Karl’s sitting under a tree in the Overworld, clearly in Kinoko Kingdom.] [He suddenly gets pulled up by the hand.]   She says to me, "Well, I dance really fast, so you've gotta dance real fast, [The scene shifts. Chris is the one holding his hand, grinning brightly back at him and speaking the lyrics. The scene has faded into a past memory way before Karl joined the SMP. The view blurs while Chris tugs him over to what appears to be the dance floor dance with him. Jimmy and Chandler can be seen in the background. It’s a party of sorts in some past city or kingdom they lived in. It’s outside. Chandler is back by the food table, stuffing his face while Jimmy calmly drinks from a cup while talking to someone.]   “And my friends are all passed out in the back of my friend's van," [The scene spins along with a laughing Karl, who’s being twirled around by Chris, into the after where they’re all passed out on top of each other in some barn. Karl’s passed out in a pile of hay on the floor with Chris, who’s fallen asleep sitting up beside him.  Karl’s all sprawled out with his hair a mess and his legs are laying over Chris’s own. Jimmy’s sleeping face up on the haystacks with Chandler flopped face first horizontally above his head on his own two stacks. Chandler’s arm is definitely hanging over the haystack. Chris is sitting closest to Jimmy with his arms crossed, almost like a sleeping guard dog.   And she's got this sexy hair braid that goes over her forehead [Cut to a close up of Sapnap’s forehead and bandana]  Lindsey, let me kiss your forehead... [It pulls back to show Karl standing with a smirking Sapnap. It’s unclear of the time, but this is possibly a flash of the future, potentially hinting this Karl is from the future and time travelled back to the past. Or, it hints that this is right after him and Sap met during the event they held where Dream faced off with Techno and Sap and George would have come as guests to watch. Karl developed a crush on him almost instantly.  Karl’s reaching to brush Sapnap’s hair aside. Their eyes are locked and Sapnap’s smirk is growing, waiting for Karl to finally lean in.  The scene abruptly cuts back to Karl’s eyes snapping open with his cheeks burning red. Then, it shows his POV of a laughing Chris and Jimmy over ahead. Karl looks over, only to see Chandler curled up his side and making kissy lips at him, causing Karl to shriek and jump away.  The scene ends with them all laughing at Karl’s expense while Karl screams at them.]   And I know that you think that I don't care   About all the friends I left behind,   The ones who stay up late at night   Screaming out their shattered minds. [Karl smiling fondly up at his friends, laughing and goofing off above him. Chandler is laughing beside him, staring up at Jimmy, who’s chuckling as he shoves Chris, who’s smirking at some joke he’s made.  When Karl blinks, the scene changes and he’s pulled out of the memory]   I know that you think that I don't care   About all the friends that I left behind, [Suddenly, Karl jolts into a new setting.  He’s back in his house in Kinoko, sitting in a chair. As it pans out, it gives the vibe that he’s been sitting there spaced out for a while. Sapnap and George appear to be arguing, but Sapnap’s attention suddenly falls to him. You can see his lips form, “Karl?”  Karl blinks again, looking up now at a concerned Sapnap holding his face.]   The ones who stay up late at night   Screaming out their shattered minds— hey! [Karl smiles softly, putting his hand over Sapnap’s and alleviating some of those worries. Sapnap seems to relax some, offering his own tiny smile. He takes Karl’s hand, yanking Karl up, who only laughs in return.] [As the camera turns to show both of them, they’re shown laughing and grinning as Sapnap pulls Karl to his feet, it follows them as they fall back into a new frame. It’s their bedroom. Karl giggles as he falls on top of Sapnap.]   And she's on top of me, and it is hot, hot, hot!   She says, "Come on, sweetheart, take 'em off" [Sapnap is smirking up at him. He mouths along with the words.]   So I will take 'em off, and then we take 'em off, [Karl grins in return, cheeks pink as removes his sweater, tossing it aside.]   And then her dad walks in —   ...oh shit, her dad walks in. [Just as Karl’s about to lean down for a kiss, Bad bursts through the door, beaming brightly as he seemed to be announcing his visit.  Cut to a full view of the room. Karl and Sapnap are frozen in place, both visibly blushing as they stare wide-eyed at each other. They’ve been caught.  Bad freezes, dropping probably like a casserole or something he made for them before screaming at them.  As the second line plays, it cuts to a close up to Karl nervously sweating with an “I’m gonna die” smile while Bad’s definitely screaming from the side.]   She says to dance really fast, "'Cause I like to dance real fast, [Hard cut to a new scene. It’s Karl dancing with Sapnap. They’re at a party, likely in the past.  It’s obvious as Karl’s passed around, spinning from Sapnap’s arms to a smirking Quackity in his OG outfit, though when Quackity winks at him, his eye flashes to show a pale blue eye and a long scar. It disappears before Karl can even panic and Karl’s being spun forward.]   “And my friends are all passed out in the back of my friend's van" [He passes Dream and George. Dream has a drink in one hand and his other arm is around George’s waist. Dream’s mask is half-tilted to the side, showing him and George smirking back at a stunned, delighted Karl.]   And she's got this sexy hair braid that goes over her forehead.   Lindsey, let me kiss your forehead. [He spins back into Sapnap’s arms, who grins back at him. Karl instantly melts, all concerns forgotten as he reaches to cup Sapnap’s face.  Just as he leans it for a kiss, the scene pans upward into the night sky.]   And I know that you think that I don't care   About all the friends I left behind,   The ones who stay up late at night   Screaming out their shattered minds. [It drops back down, panning down to Karl, standing still and alone with a weapon in hand.  The view spins around to his POV, showing Sapnap, George, and Quackity all yelling at Dream in what appears to be El Rapids.]   I know that you think that I don't care   About the friends that I left behind,   The ones who stay up late at night   Screaming out their shattered minds... [The scene pans around again. This time, it’s him and Sapnap in front of a scarred Quackity.   Quackity has a poker chip in hand. Las Nevadas can be seen looming behind him. Sapnap has an arm around Karl’s waist. He looks furious to the point of almost combusting while Karl looks terrified and worried all at once.  Quackity flashes them a wicked grin, his scar stretching as he flips the chip in hand.]   “It's always a head game with you, Nick!   You've never had a shot at any of this!   So just smash your guitar!   Smash your dreams!   Grow up now is just what I mean!” [Quackity opens his mouth to yell at Sapnap in time with the lyrics. (lmao Sapnap “Nick” moment)  Quackity keeps yelling, causing Sapnap’s temper to flare further and further until he’s shoving Karl away to step forward. He’s surrounded by flames as he approaches Quackity. He steps out a frame, leaving behind a stumbling Karl, who falls down into a sitting position.  He curls up into a tight ball, trying to block out the arguing overhead as the surrounding world fades to darkness.] [Suddenly, the world cuts.] [When Karl looks up, he sees Chris above him. Chris is looking down at him with a disappointed, but also slightly pitying smile. He offers out a hand, which Karl takes, still slightly trembling as he stands.  The surrounding world brightens slowly, coming back to a familiar scene for Karl.  It’s Jimmy’s old living room from their time when they once all stayed together before Jimmy became well-known, Karl moved to the SMP, and long before Karl’s adventures with time began.  Chandler’s sprawled out on a couch in the background. Jimmy’s shown sitting on the far end of the couch with Chandler’s head on his thigh.  Chris and Karl don’t seem to acknowledge them. Chris is too busy looking at Karl and worrying about him while Karl’s forced to meet his eye.]  It's always a head case with you, Nick,  You've never had a shot at any of this.  So just smash your guitar,  Smash your dreams,  Grow up now is just what I mean, oh… [Chris begins to speak with the lyrics, causing Karl to avert his eyes towards the ground in what appears to be shame.  The camera follows his face for a moment before returning to a concerned Chris, who puts his hand on Karl’s shoulder.  Chris isn’t actually reprimanding him. The scene actually mimics a past moment between them where Chris expressed concerns for Karl the first time Karl came home after the SMP, after being gone for months. He’s returned with one less life and his memories fading.  He went home to visit The Boys after a few trips through time to maybe jog some of his early memories, or at least record them before they were lost forever blend together. He can’t remember a lot of his time with them anymore.] [Karl remembers Chris expressing his concerns for him and regretting that moment greatly because when Chris asked what was wrong, he couldn’t be entirely honest.  Now he wishes he was, but it’s too late to change his mind now. He’s forgotten too much to be able to ever safely go back alone.] [As the song fades out with the repeating lyrics, as does the scene itself. It pans out slowly to Karl waking up from what’s now shown to have been a dream.  The camera slowly spins, panning out further as it does to show more of the bedroom.  Karl lays in the center, lying alone in a bed way too large for only him. There’s hints of Sapnap living there too on the nightstand and in the clothes thrown around the floor, but Sapnap’s nowhere to be seen.] Oh fuck… [As the song reaches the last bit, it cuts back to a close up of Karl’s face and him closing his eyes before pulling the blankets over his head.  Even with the light-hearted jokes at the end of the song, Karl remains under the covers and everything cuts to black as the song fades out completely.]

[babylon-cal]

Wish You Were Sober {c.h}

Pairing : Calum x Reader

Requested : by anon : Could you write something about Calum, I don’t know if what I’m asking makes sense but could you write some fluff based on the song Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray, like Calum is a party guy and the reader is not and she doesn’t like going to parties but because it’s him she goes, just because she wants him to like her?? Sorry if this was long. Thank you xoxo

Warnings : Alcohol

Word Count : 1.9k

The steps (y/n) took in the driveway leading up to the unfamiliar residence made their heart palpitate and their stomach do hefty flips. The grassy front yard around the driveway was filled with about a dozen cars parked with no uniformity. There were a few couples making out against some of them, leaving a distaste in their mouth seeing how high up a girl’s skirt was lifted by her girlfriend. Goddamn, they hated parties.

The pungent smell of tobacco from the abundance of cigarettes had replaced the scent of the fresh air and grass, the nearer they were to the door. Upon entering, (y/n) was greeted with a waft of an acrid mixture of “dirty smoke” - as they called it - and combinations of strong alcohol that made them want to be sick almost instantly. The ever changing string of LED lights in the dark spaces between the walls made them feel constrained and trapped. Goddamn, they hated parties. 

Their eyes scanned the interior, looking for the familiar face they had grown to meeting in these circumstances. Besides, the only reason they bothered dressing up and putting themselves in these gut wrenching and unsettling situations was for him. (y/n)’s eyes landed on the tall figure in the corner of the room who had his large hand enclosed around a cup, exchanging in a hearty conversation with someone they had assumed he met just now. He laughed at something she said and exchanged his cups with them which (y/n) had always thought was extremely foolish of him.

They locked eyes when he looked away from the woman standing in front of him and his smile turned into a grin that was enough for (y/n) to feel like their knees would buckle and send them to the ground below. They stood where they were, feeling as if they were frozen as Calum took mildly disorientated steps towards them. He slurred out their name and they felt their stomach sink with discomfort. 

They were happy to see him, of course but why was it always at these godforsaken parties when he was half drunk. He leaned down to give them a kiss which they dodged at the last second, smelling the beer in his breath causing the kiss to land on their cheek instead. They felt sick but he didn't seem to notice, instead his grin remained the same as he slurred more. 

“So glad you could make it, (y/n), do you want something to drink?’ he asked and they shook their head. 

“No thanks, Cal. I’m okay…,”they paused. “Actually I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Yeah, (y/n) real smart going to the bathroom as soon as you get here, they thought. Calum was way too intoxicated to give it a second contemplation, yelling a “Sure!” over the loud music that (y/n) felt was shaking the entire room as they felt the vibrations at the base of their throat.

The walk to the bathroom felt like a pilgrimage to a safe haven. Each step felt like their feet sinking into pits of sand, the music like a strong wind preventing them from hearing their own thoughts. Their hand gripped the doorknob to the bathroom, but not before hoping that it would be empty. It clicked and the door slid open. (y/n) stepped in, quickly shutting the door behind them. They immediately let out a sigh of relief as they leaned against the wooden panel for support, the knob pressing slightly into their back. They didn’t care though. They just needed to be away from all of that. The music sounded muffled and distant like the diminuendo of a segull’s caw as it flew away from above their heads, eventually out of sight. Goddamn, they hated parties.

Was all of this really worth it to get Calum’s attention? What was the point if the only time he made them feel special was when he was inebriated in the late hours of the night that faded into mornings. They glanced up at the mirror above the sink at their reflection. They could almost see the word HELPLESS written across their forehead. They sighed once more, before running the tap and placing their shaky hands under the water. 

Tripped down the road, walking home You kissed me at your door Pulling me close, begging me to stay over But I'm over this rollercoaster

The last time they had dallianced with Calum was a little more than a week ago, after another house party that he had ended up in. They woke up at half past 2 in the morning by the sound of their default phone ringtone, sending a panic through their system - even more so when the familiar name Calum sprawled out on the screen. A wave of nerves washed over them, their central digging itself a pit when they answered with alert despite their voice a pitch lower from the sleep. 

“(y/n)....,” he dragged. “I’m drunk….,” they sighed.

“Obviously,” they huffed and he giggled on the other end. 

“Can you come get me? I’ll love you if you do,” (y/n) was pretty sure they heard what sounded like a hiccup from him. He had barely finished talking before they were already out of bed and sliding some trousers on. 

“Alright, where are you?,” they asked, holding their phone up to their ear with their shoulder. 

“I…don’t know, I’m near a McDonalds..and there’s like a lot of traffic lights..,” (y/n) immediately knew where it was, and to their advantage, they could get there on foot. They wasted no time, adrenaline seeming to punk through their veins as they jogged through the neighbourhood and onto the sidewalk next to the main road, the wind entangling into their hair and through their clothes.

The roads were idle, close to no amount of vehicles that would usually look like a group of lights from the higher levels of apartments. (y/n) enjoyed the silence as they continued to jog, turning the corner and spotting the McDonalds that Calum insisted he was at. There was something pleasantly innocent about the emptiness of the undisturbed street. 

As if on cue, they spotted the brunette not too far away, lying on his back on the cracked pavement a few feet away, his legs bent at the knees. His arms outstretched against the floor as he stared up to the sky. A dark shadow cast itself on him and he averted his eyes to the figure looming over him. (y/n) didn’t look happy but he smiled up at them anyway, his eyes crinkling. 

“Get up, Cal,” he obeyed without protest, to their surprise, raising his hand for them to take. A flutter erupted in their gut when his hand fit into theirs, and they pulled him off the ground before wrapping his arm around their shoulder to stabilize his standing. It took a while, his heavy disorientation making it all the more difficult for (y/n), their steps feeling heavier by the second. 

Eventually, they arrived at Calum’s front door, fumbling in his pockets for his house key that they were relieved he didn’t lose in the midst of all the chaos. They wrapped their cold hand around the doorknob when they were interrupted by Calum gently grabbing their arm from where he stood facing them. His other arm wrapped around their waist, to pull them closer, flush against his chest. His breath smelled like whiskey and (y/n) was dawned with discomfort but the way his body heat radiated and washed over them was enough for them to drop anything and stay like that. 

With no form of thought, Calum leaned in and kissed (y/n) whose lips were burning in a feeling of excitement and shock. They deepened it instantly, nonetheless feeling feeble and vulnerable in the arms of a man that could run circles in their fickle mind until they were unhesitant to give him a taste of them under his dim porch light. Their hands cupped his face delicately while exuding a desperate passion from that one kiss that they so deeply hoped he would understand in that moment, as befuddled as he was. As alcoholically motivated as he was. As emotionally insincere as he was. 

They pulled apart, his lips still only a few inches away from theirs. He let out a whisper that (y/n) dazed - from the bliss - agreed to without an ounce of reflection. 

“Stay tonight,”

I'ma crawl outta the window now Getting good at saying, "gotta bounce" Honestly you always let me down And I know we're not just hanging out

The water was cold which ultimately did not help their situation. They turned and spotted the window just above the toilet open which they could fit through if they tried to. They could though because goddamn, they hated parties enough to cling on to anything to give them the escape they despairingly craved. Their eyes blinked in a sedated flutter, as they contemplated if Calum would notice that they didn’t reappear. If he would even care-

Their questions were answered when there was a sudden knocking on the bathroom door, his voice calling their name from the other end. 

‘(y/n)? Are you in there?” They gave themselves a last look in the mirror, let out a defeated sigh and wiped their hands at the back of their jeans before opening the door. He took their hand and dragged them out of the house and out on the lawn that (y/n) was just a few minutes ago.

“Where are we going?” they asked, causing Calum to turn back at them, a smug smile on his face.

“Away, from all the people,” they walked a few metres to his Rover, which was parked at the side of the road, the streetlight reflecting off it’s shiny surface. It beeped as Calum unlocked it before he opened the passenger side door for them. They climbed inside, while he walked around the other side to join them. A few seconds later, the air conditioning filled the interior of the car, cool air giving (y/n) a slight shiver. “Look what I’ve got,” he smirked, pulling out a bottle of wine from his jacket that they were confused as to how they didn’t notice. 

“You smuggled a bottle of wine?” they laughed and he mirrored it, nodding. “We don’t even have any glasses,” they stated and he shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. He outstretched his arm to give them a turn and they took the bottle from him, taking a sip. They didn’t like the feeling at first, but grew accustomed to it after a few swigs. 

A realisation dawned on them, after a few minutes in the middle of a conversation. Calum was still drunk, which explained his sweetness, his eagerness to be alone with them. It was the only time he bothered giving them some kind of attention that they would return to him without him even needing to ask. Their chest tightened as Calum reached over and placed his hand across their jaw, his thumb caressing their cheek. 

“You’re pretty, (y/n),” he whispered as he moved closer to them before pressing his lips to theirs. They kissed him back, of course. They knew they always would. A single tear fell from their cheek as they rested a hand on his chest at the discernation that this was all that it would ever come to. Inebriated exchanges of momentary passion in the shadows.  

Take me where the music ain't too loud... ...Save me 'till the party is over Kiss me in the seat of your Rover Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

END.

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Stray Kids Reaction to S/o Being a Ballet Dancer

A/n: I'm assuming this means like pointe dancer and/or principal dancer??? Anyway!!! Hope you like it bb!! I had fun doing this one!❤❤❤

Requested by: @desertofdessert​ (thank you bb! feel free to request again! this was so fun!!)

Chan:

Chan watched you gather up stuff and put it in the huge dance bag you carried. Unfortunately, you couldn’t spend Chan’s day off with him. It was just one of those times when your schedules didn’t match up. Chan totally understood. If you managed with his busy schedule than he could deal with yours. He also understood the expectations you were under as a principal dancer.

While he never was in the position himself, he has taken many ballet and modern dance classes when he was in Australia, so he knew how intense your job was. He also knew how short your performing career might be. “Why don’t you come with me?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts. 

“To practice? Won’t I get in the way of the others.” 

You shook your head and tossed an extra water bottle over to him. “I’m just going for a solo run.” Chan smiled and jumped off the couch, following your out the door and to the studio your company rehearsed in. He watched in fascination as you stretched and slipped your pointe shoes on. For the next hour, Chan sat against the mirror and quietly watched in adoration as you danced across the floor. 

“You wanna try?” 

You had the brightest smile on your face as you pulled him up from the floor. You guided him through some steps and giggled as his technique was a little rusty. The two of you danced and laughed for the next couple of hours. You caught his eyes in the mirror as he held your waist to support your feet transition. A blush crept onto his cheek when you reached behind you and ghosted your hand over his cheek, coming down off your toes.

You did so in a way that was so graceful and almost like a dance move in itself. It sent chills down his spine. He loved seeing you in your element. You turned into a different person when you were dancing, he loved seeing you confident and moving without hesitation. He loved seeing your smile as he assisted you through a posse turn. You practically lit up the entire room.

I cant believe some people forget Chris has some classical dance training. I love thinking about him as modern dancer like wow

Minho:

Being a dancer himself, Minho loved how passionate you were about your art. He loved that he could have someone to go to the gym with and would understand having to go on crazy diets. It definitely helped his motivation with you to keep in him in check and vice versa.

However, what he didn’t like was your schedule. Usually, he came home late, and you left home early. He wasn’t the most touchy-feely person, but he did miss seeing you sometimes. So, he made a commitment to you that he would soon regret. There Minho was. At the studio with you. At five in the morning. “Only for you.” He muttered under his breath for the thousandth time. 

It was really his idea. So he was to blame. He was the one who asked you to teach him a routine. However, he had no idea spinning on his bare feet would hurt so much. “You wanna try a lift?” You said coming beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

How were you not out of breath??????? Minho was sweating buckets under his jacket. “Hell yeah!” Why did he say that? That was not what he meant. He meant no. He meant let’s go back to bed like normal people. You explained to him how to do a pretty simple lift and how to get out of it. “Hold up. You want my hand where?” He asked with a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly. 

“It’s a simple move. Let’s try just once- without the coupe turn.” 

Minho laughed and nodded. He followed your instruction, watching in the mirror. As directed he placed his left hand around your abdomen and this right secured tightly over your right thigh. “Okay and now you lift up and dip.”

“Which way?”

“Forward and down. Duh.”

“DOWN. WHAT IF  I DROP YOU ON YOUR HeAd??”

“You’ll do fine, Minho.” Carefully, he lifted you and he was surprised feeling the muscles of your stomach tighten and hold yourself up in his arms even as he dipped you. “See! You did awesome.” You laughed when you saw his terrified face in the mirror.

Changbin:

Changbin was ecstatic when he found out you were a ballerina. He was so proud of you. After that, he never missed one of your shows. He was always seated front and center with the goofiest, most proud grin on his face waiting for the lights to go down. He also makes you sign his program for every show. He keeps every single one of the programs and he says he wants to make a collage to frame for you.

He does worry about you often, knowing how strict your career is. He knows your schedule almost better than he knows his own. He’ll constantly check up on you and send you a text reminding you that you have to change out your toe pads and drink water.

You smiled hearing your boyfriend’s ringtone as you exited the rehearsal room. “Hi, Binnie! Where are you?” You giggled hearing he was waiting outside for you. He greeted you with a sweet kiss and wrapped his arms around you, blocking the cold air from penetrating your thin sweater.

“I’m buying you dinner. Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the nearest hole in the wall restaurant he could find. He frowned when you ordered so little to eat. He sent you a stern glare as the waiter took away your menu. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when you saw his face.

“Bin, I’ve got a dress and corset to fit into! Don’t worry, I remember our rule.” When you and Bin started dating he came up with this rule he was adamant you follow, especially while you were prepping for a show. He had a rule that you couldn’t walk away from the table if there was still food on your plate. He instituted the rule when he figured out you weren’t finishing meals the closer a show was.

Towards the end of your meal, you smiled as Changbin placed a generous piece of his food onto your plate. You picked it up and ate it gratefully. You frowned when he placed another piece on your almost empty plate without looking up from his food. Again you ate the food, honoring his rule. This time your boyfriend held eye contact with you as he dropped a huge piece of food on your plate. 

“YAH SEO CHANGBIN!”

“WHAT?”

Hyunjin:

When Hyunjin met you he was instantly fascinated by you. When he found out you were a professional dancer the man was immediately whipped. However, he was so obsessed with the fact with the idea of being the perfect dancing couple he forgot to ask what kind of dancer you were. 

You had nothing to do today. Hyunjin was busy with schedules today and couldn’t come over. You had an audition coming up for the lead in Cinderella so you figured now would be a good time to practice. You had bought this apartment specifically for the fact that the living room was huge and had nice real wood floors. 

Pushing all the furniture out of the way you cleared a large enough space to dance in. Pulling out your semi-new pointe shoes you started prepping them. The room started to smell a little like burning fabric as you burned the frayed edges of your ribbons. A rich sound rang throughout your apartment as you banged the pleats of your shoes on the floor. 

Music filled your apartment as you went through your audition routine. You focused on your turnout, keeping it perfectly positioned throughout your movements. You pushed up on relevae and into an arabesque keeping your core tight and leg high and elegant.

“Hey Y/n, Surpris- HOLY WHAT THE GOOD CLEAR PANTS OF JYP???”

You turned to find Hyunjin staring at you with his jaw dropped in shock. Turning off the music you walked over to your boyfriend with a smile and kissed his cheek. He still stood frozen like the drama queen he was. “Hi, honey! How are you?” He blinked and stared at you. He stepped away and took in all of you, his eyes lingering on your shoes. 

“This is not what I expected......but I am so impressed right now.”

You smiled and pulled him down to kiss you, but he stopped your motion. “Nuh-uh. That’s cheating. You gotta work for it now.” He smirked down at you. With a giggle you rose in your shoes and kissed him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

Jisung:

Your relationship with Jisung was almost as old as the both of you. You had always been friends since before you could remember and Jisung could even remember you telling him about your very first dance class. You remembered him kissing you after your first lead performance and his cheeky smile when you and to stand on pointe to reach his lips at the time. 

Jisung loved to watch you dance. It was maybe one of his favorite things in the entire world. He was always proudest when he was watching you float across a dance floor or stage. He was captivated by how powerful you were and what you could make your body do. However, there was another side to it...

“Ji...” You said walking through the door of your shared apartment. Hearing his nickname he jumped off the couch and took your bag off your shoulders. As the days grew closer to your shows he made sure to always be home before you. Even if that meant him getting up at three or four am to go back to the studio. You kissed his cheek with a huge grin and watched with adoration as he put your stuff on the table and picked you up and hurried you over to the couch as carefully as possible.

“Baby, I’m not glass. I can walk!” 

“WE MUST PROTECT THE MERCHANDISE OKAY!”

When you were seated he grabbed the several ice packs from the freezer and made sure that he had enough to switch out later. You giggled watching him scramble to take care of you. Carefully, he took off your sneakers and winced at the red spots on your ankles and feet. “Ji- I can ice my own feet. I’ve been doing it for years-”

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, WOMAN!”

You laughed and pulled him to your lips by the collar of his shirt. You loved that he knew your schedule. Even before you had moved in together Ji had known your schedule after ballet. Ice, eat, ice, stretch, ice and review rehearsal footage, then sleep. “How was your day?” He asked pecking your lips again. You smiled and looked into his soft brown eyes. 

“Fantastic now.”

Felix:

Felix and you had been friends long before he made it big in the music industry. He always knew you danced, but until you started dating a couple months ago he had never really taken an interest in your dancing. Not because he didn’t care. He was just so god damn busy. He felt kind of bad that you didn’t even expect him to take an interest. 

You never asked him to come to a show. You never really talked about rehearsals unless it conflicted with setting up a date, and you never danced in front of him. So, he was determined to change that. You came to the JYP practice room straight from rehearsal as Felix had asked. 

You greeted the boys as the left the studio and found Felix standing by the mirror messing with his phone. He jumped when you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Ready to go, Lix?” You asked after kissing his cheek. “Actually,” He said turning around.

“We are gonna have our date here. You are gonna teach me about ballet!” You laughed and kissed him with a bright smile. You knew he wouldn’t last more than two hours. An hour later, Felix had shed his hoodie and was sweating through his tank top while you stood happily in your leggings and pointe shoes. You had to admit he was doing better than you thought.

“Oh my god! How do your feet open like that, you mutant!” Felix cried out trying to stay in first position. 

However, when it came to actually dancing, Felix was fascinated. It was so different from how he danced. Felix had surprisingly good extension and he got some pretty good air on a couple leaps. And he loved watching you dance-especially when you went up on your toes. He thought you looked beautiful and elegant. 

“That’s it I can’t take it. Take me home.”

“Great! Now I can teach you the second half of ballerina life.”

“What’s that?”

“Ice.”

I've low-key wanted to do a Felix ballet au bc gosh darn he is just so elegant and wooooooooww ballet!felix

Seungmin:

Seungmin loved watching you dance. The two of you didn’t live together yet, so he took every opportunity to see you dance anytime he could. He came to all of your shows and you practically had to kick him out of your closed rehearsals. For his birthday (per his request) you choreographed and performed a routine to his favorite Day6 song. 

Date nights for the two of you usually happen after your rehearsals end and consist of your icing your body on the couch with Seungmin next to you, either watching a movie or talking and eating takeout. 

“Seungmin? Are you here?” You called out into your apartment. Sounds from the kitchen confirmed the presence of your boyfriend. “Minnie?” You dropped your bag by the door and took off your shoes. Seungmin shuffled out of your kitchen with two mugs of tea in hand. 

“What are we doing tonight?” He asked, setting the tea on your coffee table. He sighed when he saw the innocent smile on your face. “Really......again?” He laughed when you nodded excitedly. 

“Fine.”

You cheered as he went to get ice packs and you pulled up Centerstage on Netflix. Seungmin was a good sport. This was probably the twenty-sixth time he had seen this film since dating you. He knew that the movie made you happy, especially if you had a rough day at rehearsals. 

“Man,  Cooper gets douchier and douchier every time we watch this.” Seungmin sighed, his arm around you. 

“Yeah and Charlie gets dreamier and dreamier.”

“What?”

“What-”

Jeongin:

Jeongin watched the video you sent him with a huge smile on his face. You were on tour with your company, so you couldn’t be with him for a few days. Even though you were still in the country, he really missed seeing you. 

It was so weird for him to not pick you up from practice. His eyes twinkled as he watched you dance across the backstage area of a venue. He smiled when he saw you rush back over to your phone and wave to him with a happy grin. The video was sent two days ago. You had talked earlier that day but he still missed you. 

“Jeongin,” His attention snapped away from his phone and to Chan towering above him. His hyung helped him stand up and clapped him on the back. “Ready to go back to practice?” Jeongin sighed and nodded. “Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you,” Chan said running to his bag. 

“Chan I’m just kind of depressed with Y/n away for so long.” 

“I know. That’s why we are going to Y/n’s next show.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened as he watched Chan pull out two tickets to your show, Giselle. After practice, Chan drove the two boys two hours away to your venue to see her perform. Jeongin watched you dance across the stage with bright eyes. He loved watching you become the character of Giselle, though he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the man who played your fiance.

When he and Chan surprised you backstage, you jumped into his arms and kissed him all over. “Innie! You came!” He smiled and wouldn’t stop talking about how fantastic you were. 

“Y/n! Oh my god! You were so good! The whole leap thing, and your turns! And the thing with the lift- it was so cool! You did incredible baby!”

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