#i hit my head on the corner of a shelf yesterday and i have

[lillsisamarshmallow]

Bake, Eat, Run (1)

Chapter Summary: Y/n tries to follow her Dog hybrid friend back home to make sure he's okay, when she ends up in a dead-end alley what will she do? Why does she feel like someone's watching her? Is she safe?

 Word count: 2k

 Warnings: Mentions of Bruises, Mentions of Unsafe areas

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   My keys clattered against the glass as I turned them to unlock the door, pushing it open the tiny bell chimed the sound filling up the small bakery café. The morning light shining through the various windows illuminating the place. Closing the door and walking over to the counter, I placed my bag and keys before heading over to the light switch flipping them all and turning on the radio, the café lit up as the low noise of the radio flooded through the room.

 Over on the other side of the café I quickly reorganized the books on the shelf that customers from yesterday had been reading, I choose a cd from the pile before inserting it into the player, the music tying everything together and bringing the place alive. A small smile splayed on my face, my feet moving me to the kitchen I grabbed some wipes and begin to wipe down the counter before moving on to the benches swaying with the music and humming the tune.

 The bell chiming brought me out of my trance, turning to look at the door I saw Seoyeon entering the store, her dark hair framing her face, a halter top paired with some baggy jeans and light-yellow cardigan. She placed her bag on the table I'd already wiped down before turning to me, a smile clear on her face, her infectious aura affecting me, a grin began tugging at my lips as she walked over.

 "Morning" She vocalized in a sing-song voice "How was yesterday? Sorry I couldn't be here, mum insisted that I went with her".

 "You left me with the shop all by myself." I grunted remembering the events of yesterday, Seoyeon had rung me around this time yesterday saying she wouldn't be able to make it because her mum had needed her help with planning a garden party for her business associates.

 "You weren't alone."

 "Yes, I was."

 "No, you had Nali and Haewon here," She sassed "I know they're young, but they work hard. They're good kids".

 "I know but they're only here after school Seoyeon." Sighing I smiled up at her from my leaning position of wiping tables. "It's fine, but maybe next time try to give a heads up so I can organize someone to come in."

 "Okay boss!"

 "Yah! Stop that" I rolled my eyes and wacked her with the rag before her screech of disgust ripped through the air causing a laugh to ripple out of my throat.

 "Okay! Okay! ...meanie" Pretending not to hear that last part I moved on to ask her about the planning, shuffling over to start another table.

 "It was boring, honestly what do you expect? A bunch of old people sipping their wine and discussing who has the most successful grandchildren. The food was nice though".

 Humming in agreement I finished wiping the benches and started touching up some of the table condiment sets.

 "Yeah, well I'll go put my stuff down and start helping open up shop. " I heard Seoyeon say.

 Standing up we both went back over to the kitchen to finish opening shop.

                     The café had been busy this morning, but it was slowing down now before the lunch rush. It was nearing 11am which was my lunch break, I was making the last coffee before my shift ends.

 "One Vanilla Latte for Chaeyoung?" I spoke out eyes scanning the waiting customers before a young lady with blond and black hair appeared in front of me.

 "Here you go, Have a nice day."

 "Thank you and you too".

 Turing around I took off my apron and rinsed my hands before heading into the kitchen. Walking the oven in the corner I slipped on some oven mitts before opening it. A rush of hot air hit my face and I grabbed the tray of pastries I had made earlier placing it on the counter.

 Removing the oven mitts, I looked over the pastries to ensure they were cooked, grabbing a small plate I moved a few over before putting the rest in the cooling rack.

 5 should be enough besides there's a few different options anyways.

 Holding the plate, I got some drinks from the fridge.

 "Seoyeon I'm going on my lunch break!" I yelled to her. "Okay! Say hi for me" She responded from the front sounding quite busy serving customers.

 "Will do!" I opened the back door keeping it ajar with my foot while trying to squeeze through with my hands full. Stepping outside I put the plate and bottles on the small table we had before sitting down myself.

 It didn't take long before I saw a head of blond hair accompanied by golden dog ears walking down the alley cautiously trying not to be spotted by the wrong person.

 "Hey Jimin!"

 Worried brown eyes met my own upon realizing who I was his eyes soften and a smile splayed on his face. He got a bit closer before speaking, I stood up to greet my friend.

 "Hi Y/N.." Jimin spoke quietly, by now I was used to his small quiet nature, trying not to be noticed by people. Thankfully customers didn't come out here and not many people walked down this alley.

 Jimin had been coming to have lunch with me for the past few weeks, I had caught him going through our trash one day looking for food, I had startled him as at first, I had yelled thinking he was a criminal. After that day I would leave some food out on our back table for him with small little notes introducing myself and labelling the foods. Whenever I left chocolate muffins out, they were always left behind. Eventually I walked into him while going for my lunch break, he didn't talk much but he sat down with me, and over time we developed a friendship.

 We sat down at the small outdoors table with the food "Seoyeon says 'Hi'. I've got muffins, some croissants and an apple danish, have whichever you like. " I began "Oh and some banana milk and water. I hope this is okay".

 Jimin look astonished at the array of pastries on the plate. "Y/N, I can't-" "Yes you can, and you will." I cut him of "Please, I don't have anyone else to spend my lunch break with Seoyeon is working" Although both Jimin and Seoyeon knew of each other they hadn't properly met per Jimin's request when we first started having lunch together, but I'd relay greetings and hellos for each of them.

 Jimin smiled but I could see the guilt behind his eyes. "...Okay" a grinned spread on my lips as he reached for a croissant, before he picked it up, he looked to me nervous. I gave him the biggest approving smile I could letting him know it was okay, I grabbed the danish myself before taking a bite.

 This batch came out well I thought to myself before swallowing and looking over to Jimin.

 "How have you been?" I asked him.

 "I've... been okay".

 Not noticing the small hesitation in his voice, I continued "That's good to hear" Munching on my food. "How about you? He questioned. "I've been good, been trying to come up with some new dishes for the new menu."

                        Jimin and I continued to talk for the remainder of my lunch break, I noticed that today, much like the past few weeks Jimin hadn't eaten much. I always let Jimin talk any of the left-over pastries from our lunches but recently he's been leaving more left over to take for later. At first, I thought he just wasn't that hungry or wanted to save some for dessert or something later, but it seems like it's more than that. I wrapped up the pastries in one of my food bandanas making sure to include the banana milk he refused to drink but still wanted before handing it over to him.

 "Thank you for joining me for lunch again Jimin" I beamed.

 "Thank you for letting me have lunch with you and-" he gestured to the bag of foods not continuing his sentence.

 I nodded at him, and he smiled back at me.

 "I'll see you around yeah?"

 "Of course."

 We parted ways as Jimin continued down the alley before taking a turn, I went back to the shop walking inside closing the door, I walked through the kitchen placing the plate in the sink stuck in thought.

 Why is he saving so much food? Is everything okay? Maybe he just doesn't like my baking? Where does he even go after lunch, he goes down the alleys but where do they lead? I hope he's not in trouble or anything. There is a lot of criminals in those alleys, I hope he's safe...

 "What's wrong? You seemed lost in thought" Snapping me from my train of worries and thoughts Seoyeon's voice saves me. Turning to look at her she looks concerned.

 "It's just-" Not sure if I should continue, I look to the door biting my lip. "I'm worried about Jimin, he's saving most of the lunches and not eating, and he's always walking through those alley ways by himself. I swear I saw some bruises on him the other day." I mumbled just loud enough to hear.

 "Oh no.." The worry was clear in her voice despite not having met Jimin, Seoyeon worried about him also. "That's terrible..."

 "I know" Sighing and looking back at her.

 "Go" Her soft voice flooded my ears "Go after him and see if he's okay, see where he's going".

 "But the shop-" "It's not very busy right now I can manage, beside Nali and Haewon will be here soon. " Seoyeon grinned before nodding at me.

 Giving her a thankful look and smile I headed for the back door to go follow Jimin, surely, he couldn't have gotten too far.

 I jogged down the alleyway from the café before making it to a turn, remembering which way Jimin went I took the correct turn before speeding up again.

              Left

 Right

 Right

 Left

 Right

 Left

 Straight

 Left

 Straight

 My legs were burning from the excessive running and walking.

 Geez I need to work out more.

 Stopping to get a breath I looked ahead of me an intersection of different alleyways, slowly walking up it, I looked down the left seeing it led to a single right turn, I could hear cars, so it probably led to a road. Straight ahead seemed to also lead to a road after a turn. I rotated to my left to see a dead end, but it had some random boxes and bins around. It even had a few pare pieces of furniture around that had obviously been abandoned by its owner. Something felt off, it gave me a weird feeling and this alley it was way too quiet, I pressed forwards despite the unsettling feeling in my stomach.

 As I got further in the alley, I could see things had been thrown about, raggedy, ripped, dirty clothes littered the abandoned couch and surrounding floor. One end of the couch had a jumper stuffed with other clothes and tied at the end almost like a pillow.

 It was almost as if someone was living here... Something caught the corner of my eye as I turned to look what I saw shocked me.

 Poking out from underneath a mattress that was standing upright leaning in the wall was thick, long, black tail. "What the..." I stepped closer to it, but it flicked away and hid itself behind the mattress. jumping back a glanced around the rest of the dead-end alley. turning away from the mattress and back to the couch I noticed some of the clothes that were littering the lounge had shifted. Panic flooded through my brain as I slowly started to back away from both the mattress and couch.

 "I need to leave..." I mumbled backing up to where I had thought the entrance was only to back into a hard structure obscuring my clear path out.

 A wall.

 Trying to calm myself down I relax my shoulders, my breathing perfectly in sync with the wall behind me, the matching movement helped calm me down, lowering my heartbeat, but only until I realized.

 Wait... walls don't breathe...

             A/n: It's here! It took me awhile as I wanted to get the first few chapters written before publishing any, I hope you all enjoy this series as much I have enjoyed writing it so far. Why is this wall breathing?! (Part of the crew, part of the ship 👀 ) Have a nice day & Thankyou all for reading! 💜

[softtdaisy]

mick + "you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute."

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 811

A/n: here comes my baby Mick. I’m soooo happy to finally write for him, I hope I did him justice 🥺

First, you heard some game noises. The one from your boyfriend’s favorite video game.

Then you heard some complaints in German. Needless to say there was only man you know that could be saying them.

You open one eye, trying to adjust to the sun shining in the room, then the other. You were still sleepy and your glance was a little blurry. But it didn’t take you long to recognize and remember where you are. The TV showing the video game you just heard, the poster of an old f1 gp on the wall, one his father won obviously, the shelf with all the trophies and all Angie’s stuff in the corner of the room. Yeah, no doubt. You were at your boyfriend’s place.

Your head was on his lap so when you turned around, you saw his beautiful and serious face. You loved how his blue eyes seemed bigger when he focused on winning his game. Or he was biting his lips without even noticing it when it got harder. The sun was shining on his face and it was like a beautiful painting. Yes, Mick was definitely an angel, as if you needed confirmation;

His face softened suddenly and a smile appeared on his lips. “Good morning, Mein Liebling” he said with a low voice, knowing that you just woke up. One of his hands left the controller so he could brush your hair with so much tenderness. If you thought about sitting up, you clearly abandoned this idea. How could leave his lovely touch and body when it was the most comfortable and safest place you know.

“You shouldn't have let me sleep” you yawned, which made him laugh. “We were supposed to spend the day together.” You felt guilty about falling asleep. Not you meant to. Mick came back yesterday from a two weeks trip with Mercedes. As usual, you had been studying a lot while he was gone. It was the advantage of being alone: except for when Mick texted you or called you to make sure you were taking a break, you could work as much as you want. The only problem was that you sacrificed most of your nights to do that. So when you stopped, all the tiredness hit you. 

The music stopped playing. You turned your head slightly to see that Mick put the game on pause. And before you could ask anything, his second hand meet your face to make you face him again. Then it was his soft lips that met yours for a lovely and tender kiss. You felt his blond hair brushing your forehead. “You needed some sleep.” he spoke against your lips. “So I let you sleep.”

That was pure Mick. He always put the others first. Not that he considered letting you take a nap a sacrifice. Especially considering he was home for two weeks and he had planned many things with you. But if you told him that you wanted to travel with him during his break, he would cancel all his plans and go with you. He would do anything for you, from doing the craziest thing to watch you sleep peacefully.

Mick sat up straight and helped you cuddle against him. "Plus you slept like a baby.” He laughed, still brushing your hair. You hit him in the chest, which, of course, made him laugh even harder. “It was kind of cute!" 

“You watched me sleep, Schumi?”

“Do I have to remind you that you didn’t fall asleep on my lap?” you frowned. You didn’t? You questioned Mick with a confused look and he answered by shaking his head. “I promise you didn’t. You were lying next to me, reading your book. I took it away when I saw you sleeping. I don’t know if it’s the movement or if you just remembered that I was more comfortable than your favorite pillow, but you ended up here.” 

It wasn’t a surprise. Anytime you were sleeping together, either you or Mick would find its way to the other. Even when you didn’t feel asleep in each other’s arms, you would always wake up with Mick’s body pressed against yours, his arms around you and, sometimes, his lips on your hair like he wanted to give you some love even while asleep. Anytime it happened, you saw it as a reminder that Mick was your soulmate.

Now that you were well awake, you didn’t plan on spending the rest of your day doing nothing. So you took the controller on the bed and gave your boyfriend a challenging look. “I heard you had some troubles, wanna fight?”

“You heard?” he answered, confused, but still looking for the second controller beside the bed.

“Well, you watch me sleep, I listen to you playing. It was kind of cute!” you added, trying to sound like him.  

[harrywavycurly]

Southern Comfort Part 8: How in Tarnation

Masterlist: here

CW: None

Tag List: @wedontknowherorhimorthem

A/N: Harry is full on in love but you just need him to say something because you don’t handle silence very well, enjoy✨

Harry was bending down to pick up a jar of raspberry jam when he felt something ram into his ankle causing him to lose his balance resulting in him bumping his head on the very same shelf he had just grabbed his jam from. He heard someone let out a very loud and in his opinion semi-dramatic gasp as he rubbed his head with his hand that wasn’t holding the jar and stood up straight. But before he could do anything he heard the sound of feet rushing over to him and then he felt hands on his back urging him to turn around so they could asses the damage they’d just caused.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry.” Harry felt his whole body tense up as your voice hit his ears. “I swear I’ve never in my whole life even bumped into someone else’s buggy before and here I am just rammin into you like you’re a damn bumper car.” Your accent is thick as your words are rushed together while your eyes scan his face, Harry’s hand drops from his head making your eyes go wide. “Oh sweet baby Jesus lord have mercy.” Harry panics at your words as you half mumble them under your breath, he starts thinking maybe you recognize him but his fear is soon swept away as you reach up on your tiptoes so you can cup his cheeks with your hands and he instantly leans into your touch. You gently pull his face down towards you in an attempt to help you get a better look at where his head made contact with the shelf and you let out a huff when you see a small red bump.

“I’m-” he tries to introduce himself but you’re quick to cut him off.

“How did this happen?” Harry has to fight the urge to laugh at your question because to him it’s pretty obvious how it happened, but he’s still in shock that you’re actually standing right in front of him with your hands on his face so he just stays silent. “I hit you in the ankle how in tarnation did you manage to somehow hit your head?” He actually chuckles at your words this time but when you let go of his face he immediately feels the corners of his mouth drop into a frown at the loss of contact. “I’m first aid certified so just let me get a good look.” You take a step back from him and motion with your hands for him to sit down making him raise an eyebrow. “I need you to sit please since you’re just a smidge taller than me.” You explain with a sweet smile and Harry doesn’t hesitate as he plops down on the floor sitting cross legged and placing his hands and jar of jam in his lap.

“Lord okay let’s see can you tell me your name? I’m just trying to see if you have a concussion or something.” Harry knows he should say something but when he opens his mouth you just roll your eyes and shake your head and let out an annoyed groan at yourself. “I don’t know your name so how the hell would I be able to tell you if it’s right or not? Okay uh can you tell me the day of the week? That’s the same for everyone so I’ll be able to tell if you knocked yourself into yesterday or not.” You’re staring down at him with a warm smile on your face but you do have a slight hint of concern in your voice and he knows he should absolutely say something to help ease your mind but he just can’t seem to make his mouth move to form actual words.

“Oh maybe you don’t talk? That’s okay I’ll do enough of that for the both of us because I just don’t handle silence well and I’m sorry again for rammin my buggy into you like that but maybe if you have to go to the hospital or something my insurance will cover it? Is this considered a collision? I don’t know but you’re not bleeding so that’s always a good sign.” You take a step closer to him so you can get a better look at the bump on his head and he can’t help but take in how your accent seems to get thicker and thicker the more you ramble on, as does the speed of your words as they fly out of your mouth.

Harry finds it oddly amusing that when he’s sat on the floor his head comes up to your tummy, he doesn’t know why he wasn’t expecting you to be so small since your personality seems larger than life. He knows he needs to say something so you know who he is and also to help you relax because he can see a wrinkle of worry between your eyebrows. But for the life of him he just can’t seem to find the words so he just sits there and allows himself the opportunity to take in your appearance. You look like you just got off work because you’re wearing a shirt that has the name of a preschool on it and your hair is in a messy bun giving him a good view of the starfish earrings you’re wearing and he can’t help but smile at the sight of them because he knows you probably picked them to go with the theme of your class for the month. He’s never thought someone looked as adorable as you do in this very moment.

“Oh raspberry is a good choice.” Your voice brings his eyes back to yours and interrupts his thoughts as he follows your gaze to the jar in his hands. “I’m gonna feel around your little bump and I’m sorry if it hurts but I’m just checking for some things and don’t ask me what I’m checking for I’ll just know it if I feel it.” Harry just nods as your fingers gently press around his forehead. “Is that a mermaid on your forearm?” Harry looks down at his arm and then back up at you and he can’t help but feel his heartbeat quicken when he sees you smiling down at him. “I like mermaids too and oddly enough I’m a teacher and this month is all about-”

“Life at the beach.” He feels your fingers fall from his forehead as your eyes widen a bit as he finally finds himself able to speak to you. “Hi love.” He adds and his voice is lower than normal due to still partially being in shock but he watches as your eyes scan his face and then quickly roam his body as you take a small step backwards and he can practically see it all begin to click for you as your face lights up as you smile at him.

“Harry?” He just nods his head as you let out a laugh and he’s glad he’s already sitting because the sight of you standing in front of him laughing with your hand on your chest would’ve probably made him drop to the ground anyway because he was right, you do look absolutely beautiful when you laugh. “Well honeybuns if this ain’t fate then I don’t know what is.” Your hands fall to your hips as you just continue to smile at him.

“Do you think I’m concussed?” He asks making you roll your eyes at him while taking a step towards him so you can kneel down and it’s not until your eye level with him that he feels like he just got the wind knocked out of him because it’s not until then that he gets the full effect of your stare and he’s once again thankful for his spot on the floor.

“You’re fine sugar plum.” Is all you say before you stand back up and offer him your hand to help him up. “I don’t bite.” You tease as you wiggle your fingers at him until he finally reaches out and grabs your hand, taking a mental note of how small but soft it feels in his.

“If this is any indication of how you drive love then I think it’s safer if we just walk everywhere in the future.” You laugh as you help him stand up, but he doesn’t drop your hand and he doesn’t feel you trying to pull it away from him so he just continues to hold it.

“I mean honey who manages to hit their head from getting rammed in the ankle? That takes a special kinda talent and then there’s the whole bending down without checking your surroundings which is just proper grocery store manners.” Your eyes are taking in his appearance as you speak and Harry swears he’s never felt more self conscious in his entire life, he’s second guessing his choice of outfit which is just a casual pair of jeans and one of his worn out Rolling Stones shirt since he wanted to be comfortable in the studio which is where he was at a mere half hour ago.

“So that kinda makes this whole thing your fault sugar so this really doesn’t have anything to do with how I drive a buggy or a vehicle.” You add as your eyes stop when they meet his as you look up at him with a smirk and playful glint in your eyes before shooting him a little wink and he knows this is going to be the moment looking back that he tells people is when he fell in love with you but he just shakes his head in an attempt to bring him back to the moment at hand as he looks down at you.

“I forget that everything always comes back to being my fault.” He admits as he feels you pull your hand away from his so you can turn and walk back over to your cart.

“Oh honeybuns admitting to being forgetful is such a gentlemanly thing to do.” Even though he knows you’re teasing him he feels his cheeks get warm at your statement as you place your hands on the cart and raise an eyebrow at him. “Well come on sugar plum I’m not done with my list yet.” You walk past him after tossing a jar of the same raspberry jam he had in his hand into your cart. “I might need to borrow your height on the cereal aisle.” And with that he quickly catches up to you before you make it to the end of the aisle so he can walk behind you and he can’t help the grin that spreads over his face because not only are you actually real but you’re currently leading him around a supermarket, and if he’s being honest he can’t even really feel the pain in his ankle or head anymore.

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Extra: First Earthquake)

Summary: Y/N experiences an earthquake for the first time. She and Harry have a bizarre serendipitous moment.

AN: I felt an earthquake for the first time yesterday and it inspired me to finally write this silly story that's been in my mind for nearly a year.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Getting High

Word Count: 1.1K

CW: earthquake, injury, blood, vomit

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When you moved to Los Angeles to live full time with Harry, Mitch, and Sarah, you had a million questions. One thing you were almost embarrassed to ask about was earthquakes. Luckily, none of them laughed about your concern. They’d all experienced a few themselves. While most were small, they can each remember at least once or twice that they’d been genuinely worried during a fairly large quake.

So, they listened to your worries, told you what to expect, and shared what they’ve been told to do in order to stay safe.

A few months in, there’s a mild earthquake. The doors rattle, the mirrors and art on the wall shake, but no damage is done, and it only lasts a few seconds. You report to your friends back home that you finally experienced one.

But now is the first time you truly get shaken around. Harry, Mitch, and Sarah are all in the basement studio working together on new music. You’re upstairs in your little home office answering some emails.

You’re sitting at your desk in the corner of the room when everything starts to rattle. It’s small at first, but quickly you know this is much bigger than last time. Immediately you think of what you’ve been told to do in this situation.

The number one piece of advice you remember is to get under a desk or table. Your glass desk, however, doesn’t seem like the best choice.

There’s a sturdy coffee table in the middle of the room and you start to make your way over to it, stumbling due to the floor shaking beneath you. Suddenly, something slams into the back of your head, but adrenaline keeps you moving forward. You finally dive under the table and ride out the end of the earthquake.

Moments after the shaking subsides, you hear three sets of footsteps running up the stairs. Mitch bursts into the room first, Sarah and Harry right behind him.

“Love, are you okay?” Sarah asks as she helps you out from under the table.

“Yea, I just think something hit my head,” you reply and glance around the room. On the floor is a large decorative vase that normally stands in a recessed shelf on the wall. You point to it and say, “That. I’m fairly certain that hit the back of my head.”

“Let me see,” Harry says, his hand going to your hair. You hiss in pain, and he pulls back. “Shit,” he quietly breathes out, and you all look at him. His fingertips are red and wet. Blood. Shit is right. You’re definitely bleeding.

“How do you feel?” Sarah asks.

The adrenaline is wearing off, and that, mixed with seeing physical evidence that you’re injured, has the pain finally setting in.

“My head’s starting to hurt,” you reply. “And I feel a little bit dizzy.”

“You need to go to the hospital,” Mitch says. “C’mon, I’ll drive.”

Harry helps you stay steady all the way out to the car. You assure everyone you’re fine, it’s just a scratch and a headache, but the three of them don’t listen. They rush out of the house, stopping only to grab shoes and a towel to hold over the wound. Mitch drives, Sarah is in the passenger seat, and Harry is in the back next to you, keeping pressure on the cut.

On the drive over you start to feel nauseous. It’s manageable at first, but steadily gets worse. There’s nothing in the car to be sick into, and you ask Mitch to pull over. You guys are literally on the freeway, and you can tell Mitch isn’t comfortable with stopping there, but then he sees the panic on your face and does as you’ve asked. He finds a safe spot and pulls onto the shoulder.

The second the car is in park you open your door and lean out, throwing up on the side of the road. It’s not a fun feeling, but you do feel a bit better once you’re done. You get back in the car and roll the windows down, hoping fresh air will help.

Just before driving off, you look out the window, and something you see just ahead has you laughing.

“What’s happening right now, why are you laughing?” Sarah asks. You look at the concerned faces of your girlfriend and boyfriends and say, “Please look at where we are right now,” while you continue to laugh.

You can tell when they all see it. Because they join in laughing. Just ahead is an iconic sign stating, “Harry Styles threw up here”.

“What are the fucking odds of that?” Mitch says in disbelief.

“Someday, someone’s going to ask us how me and Harry knew we were right for each other,” you say. “And I am absolutely going to tell this story. Because obviously we’re soul mates if we’ve both randomly thrown up on the exact same stretch of LA freeway.”

“Damn straight we are,” he says with a laugh. “But your head is still bleeding a bit so let’s get moving again.”

Mitch and Sarah immediately shift back into worried mode along with Harry, and you hold back a giggle at how protective they always are over you. Even if you feel they’re sometimes a bit too much, truthfully you love how well they take care of you.

Sarah goes into the hospital with you, hoping you’ll stay more under the radar than if Harry was inside. It’s pretty crazy in the emergency department, the earthquake causing a good number of minor injuries, but they move as efficiently as possible.

Sarah holds your hand as they use glue and your own hair to close the small laceration on your head. You’re fascinated to learn that there’s a technique to close head wounds using a patient’s own hair as sutures. But if the squeamish look on Sarah’s face is anything to go by, she doesn’t share this thought. Luckily you don’t have a concussion, and the dizziness and nausea were just from losing blood.

You’re relieved to finally get back home. It’s unsurprising that Harry, Sarah, and Mitch all dote on you for the remainder of the day.

Nearly a year and a half later another earthquake hits. This time all four of you are in the dining room, and you barely have a moment to process what’s happening before arms wrap around you and pull you under the table. Mitch holds you tight, Harry doing the same to Sarah next to you, and you make it out of this one with no injuries.

A couple weeks after that you do a podcast with Harry. Sure enough, the woman hosting asks about when you two knew you were meant to be. Harry sees your smirk and begins to laugh before you even start the story of your first earthquake experience.

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AN: Thanks for reading! Hope the science about earthquakes and hair apposition technique is right lol

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Maybe It’s Fate - Samuel Lafferty (UTBOH)

CH02

The thrift store was quiet, the kind of stillness that crept in during the late afternoon when even the most devoted bargain hunters had wandered off. The hum of an old fan ticked softly in the corner, its rhythm broken only by the occasional creak of the wooden floor as you moved through the aisles, straightening knick-knacks and rearranging books. The air smelled faintly of aged paper, furniture polish, and something faintly floral—like a memory you couldn’t quite place.

It wasn’t glamorous work, but it kept your hands busy and your mind from wandering too far into the places you didn’t want it to go.

Then it happened.

A loud crash split the stillness, making you jump. Your stomach sank at the sight of the middle wall shelf buckling under its own weight before giving way completely. A cascade of mismatched ceramic figurines, glass bowls, and tarnished picture frames clattered to the floor, the sharp sound of shattering glass filling the room.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing the broom and dustpan from the supply closet. Kneeling on the floor, you began to sweep up the mess, your movements careful but frantic as tiny shards of glass winked at you from the dim light. No matter how thoroughly you thought you were cleaning, another glint would always catch your eye, making it feel endless.

You were so focused on the cleanup that you didn’t notice the bell above the door chime.

Sam hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you.

It wasn’t just how kind you’d been at church or the way your laugh had felt like a fresh breeze cutting through the usual stiffness of the Sunday service. It wasn’t even how you’d smiled at him—shy, but genuine. There was something about you that stuck with him, that lingered in his mind long after you had parted ways yesterday.

As Sam walked in, he took in the mess of broken glass and ornaments on the floor. In a second, he’d found you bent over, attentively cleaning it up. “Need a hand?”

The familiar voice startled you, and you looked up to see him standing a few feet away, his expression equal parts amused and concerned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and there was a lightness in his stance, like he was genuinely happy to see you.

“Sam,” you said, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He stepped closer, crouching down beside you. “I was just in the area,” he said, his tone casual. But the way his eyes softened as they met yours made you wonder if that was the whole truth.

Before you could respond, he reached for the dustpan in your hand, his fingertips brushing against yours. The contact sent a faint jolt through you, and you quickly let go. “I’ve got it,” you insisted, but he was already sweeping the shards into the pan.

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he said with a small smile.

You sighed, sitting back on your heels. “Thanks. This was… not how I planned to spend my afternoon.”

As he worked, you glanced at the now-empty spot where the shelf had sat on the wall. “These shelves are ancient,” you said, shaking your head. “I should’ve replaced them ages ago.”

He glanced at the empty spot on the wall where the shelf had been, then back at the pile of glass. “Looks like you’ll need a replacement,” he said.

“Yeah, guess I’ll have to hit the hardware store later,” you replied.

Sam paused, setting the dustpan aside before looking at you, his expression thoughtful. “I can build you a new one.”

You blinked. “What?”

Sam straightened, dumping the contents of the dustpan into the trash. “Guess you’ll need some new ones now,” he said, glancing back at the empty space.

“Yeah,” you said, brushing a stray piece of glass into the pile. “I guess I should head to the hardware store later.”

Sam didn’t hesitate. “I’ll do it.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I can make new shelves for you,” he said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “And I can install them tomorrow. No problem.”

“Are you serious?”

He nodded, his smile widening. “I’ve done stuff like this before. It won’t take long.”

You hesitated, glancing at the broken remnants of the old shelf. “I don’t know… Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.”

“Nora,” he said, his tone playful but firm. “I want to. Let me help.”

You studied him for a moment, his earnest expression making it impossible to say no. Finally, you sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Alright. Guess I’m lucky you walked in when you did.”

Sam grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Maybe it’s fate,” he said lightly, though there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed. “If it’s fate, then fate owes me for that mess,” you replied, gesturing to the pile of broken glass.

Sam chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Fair enough. Guess I’d better start paying it forward.”

xxx

The next morning, you were already at the thrift store, bustling around and tidying up, even though it didn’t really need tidying. You felt a nervous energy, your thoughts racing about Sam’s visit. You’d spent a little extra time getting ready today—just enough to feel confident. A swipe of mascara, a hint of blush, and your hair pulled back in a way you didn’t usually bother with. You told yourself it wasn’t for him, not really. But deep down, you knew better.

Sam found himself loading shelves into his truck that morning, despite his father’s reminders about his other responsibilities. couldn’t shake the memory of you standing in the thrift store, surrounded by broken knick-knacks but somehow still holding yourself together. You looked like you’d been carrying too much weight for too long, but you carried it anyway. There was something remarkable in that, and it drew him in.

There was something about you that lingered in his thoughts, a kind of pull he couldn’t explain. So here he was, brushing sawdust off his hands and ignoring the slight pang of guilt for shirking family duties, ready to see you again.

At exactly 10 a.m., the bell above the door chimed, and you turned to see Sam walking in, a stack of wooden shelves balanced in his arms. He was wearing a plain blue button-up and jeans, his sleeves rolled up just like yesterday. There was a dusting of sawdust clinging to his forearms, and his smile lit up the room.

“Good morning,” he greeted, setting the shelves down carefully by the wall. His eyes flicked over you, and for a moment, he seemed to falter. You’d done something different with your hair, and there was a touch of color on your cheeks that made you look… radiant. “Uh, wow. You—you look really nice.”

You felt your cheeks warm. “Oh, thank you.”

“I mean,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always look nice, but… I don’t know, today you just—” He stopped himself, letting out a nervous laugh. “Sorry. That probably sounded weird.”

You smiled, a mix of flattered and amused. “It’s fine. And thanks.”

He nodded quickly, then gestured to the shelves. “So, uh, these should fit perfectly in the space. Let me grab my tools from the truck, and I’ll get started.”

As he worked, you stayed nearby, occasionally handing him a tool or holding a board steady while he drilled. You found yourself watching him more than you meant to, the way his brow furrowed in concentration or the way his hands moved so confidently, like he’d done this a hundred times before.

The shelves weren’t difficult to install, but every time you moved closer to help, he found himself hyper-aware of your presence. You smelled faintly of something floral, something light and clean. To Sam, it was distracting in the best way.

“You’re really good at this,” you said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence.

He glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. He felt a strange warmth in his chest, the kind that came from being truly seen. “Thanks. My dad had us working on stuff like this all the time growing up. Building furniture, fixing things around the house. It’s kind of second nature now.”

“Well, I appreciate it. These shelves are going to make a huge difference.”

He finished securing the first set to the wall and stepped back to admire his work. “Do you think you’ll be coming back to church on Sunday?” he asked casually, his tone light but his gaze a little more focused. Truthfully, he cared about the answer. He wanted you to come back, wanted to see you again in that place where so much of his life was rooted.

You hesitated, leaning against the counter. “Maybe. I’m still not sure. I mean, I’m curious, but I don’t know if Mormonism is really for me. I grew up in a pretty atheist household, so all of this is… new.”

Sam nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That makes sense. It can be a lot to take in.” Your hesitation didn’t surprise him, but your openness with your answer left him admiring you. “Honestly, even for me, there are times when I question things.” He hadn’t planned to admit his own struggles with faith, but the way you looked at him—curious, not judgmental—made it easy to be vulnerable.

“Really?” you asked, surprised by his honesty.

“Yeah,” he admitted, pausing to wipe his hands on a rag. “Faith isn’t always easy. Sometimes it’s tested, and sometimes I don’t have all the answers. But I’ve been raised Mormon my whole life, and it’s… it’s important to my family. It’s just part of who we are.”

You studied him for a moment, appreciating his vulnerability. “That must be hard sometimes. Balancing what you believe with what your family expects.”

Your response, thoughtful and understanding, made him feel a little lighter, like maybe he wasn’t as alone in his doubts as he sometimes felt.

“It can be,” he said quietly, then shrugged, as if shaking off the weight of the conversation. “But I think everyone struggles with that in their own way, you know? Figuring out what’s right for them.”

You nodded, his words hitting closer to home than you expected.

By the time he finished installing the shelves, the room looked completely transformed. He stepped back, admiring his work with a satisfied smile. “There we go. Good as new.”

“They’re perfect,” you said sincerely. “Thank you so much, Sam. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He glanced at you, a soft look in his eyes. “I’m glad I could help.”

The sound of the door chime drew both your and Sam’s attention. You turned to see Allen Lafferty stride in, his easygoing smile instantly recognizable from Sunday. He nodded at you both in greeting, but his focus seemed to be entirely on you.

“Nora,” Allen started, leaning casually against the counter, “can I ask you something?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Sam, whose curiosity was evident, before nodding. “Of course.”

Allen shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “So, uh… Brenda.”

The mention of her name brought an immediate wave of warmth to your chest. You already liked Brenda, and you’d sensed the connection she and Allen shared the moment they’d met at church.

“Do you think she’d, I don’t know… be open to going on a date with me?” Allen asked, his tone hopeful but laced with a hint of nervousness.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Are you kidding? She’d love to.”

Allen’s grin widened, his confidence clearly boosted by your reassurance. Sam, who had been quietly observing the interaction, let out a soft chuckle.

“You see? I told you she liked you,” Sam teased, folding his arms across his chest.

Allen shot his brother a pointed look before turning back to you. “Here’s the thing,” he continued, a little more serious now. “I don’t want to make it awkward for her. You know, first date and all that. Plus, with the rules and everything, we can’t exactly be alone together. So I was thinking… maybe we could make it a double date?”

Sam’s heart skipped, though he wasn’t sure why. He looked at you, waiting for your response.

“Oh,” you said, taken slightly aback. “Sure, I guess that could work.”

Allen’s face lit up, but then his expression shifted. “You don’t happen to have someone in mind to go with you, do you?”

Your mind scrambled for an answer. You weren’t seeing anyone, and the idea of trying to find someone on such short notice was daunting.

The moment stretched, and Sam saw a flicker of hesitation in your expression. You didn’t have anyone. And before he could think better of it, the words were out of his mouth.

“I’ll go,” he said.

Both you and Allen turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and tried to temper his enthusiasm, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him. “I mean, if Nora’s okay with it. I’d be happy to join.”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his sudden offer, but the sincerity in his expression put you at ease. “Yeah,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “That sounds great.”

Perfect. Sam couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that crept onto his face.

Allen grinned, clearly pleased. “Perfect! I’ll talk to Brenda and figure out a time that works for everyone. This is going to be fun, I can feel it.”

As Allen left the store, practically radiating excitement, you turned back to Sam. He was standing a little taller now, his usual reserved demeanor replaced with a quiet confidence.

“Thanks for volunteering,” you said softly.

He shrugged, trying to play it off, though his heart was still racing. An endearing crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Well, I couldn’t let Allen have all the fun, could I?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Guess not.”

As Sam gathered his tools to leave, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of anticipation for the date ahead. Something told you this wasn’t just about chaperoning Allen and Brenda. Maybe, it was the beginning of something more.

[minaramen]

Momo - 16 Idol Album - Part 2: The radio calisthenics day from my memories

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice  mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]    

***

*Momo’s room*

Ruri: Ah! Momo, you went back to sleep!! You were awake a moment ago!

Momo: Mmh…I’m still sleepy…let me sleep one more minute…

Ruri: It’s the third time I wake you up! How can you still be sleepy after washing your face and your teeth?

Ruri: I thought you were looking forward to today's radio calisthenics? Did you forget what you kept telling everybody yesterday evening? “I’m gonna wake up tomorrow morning, just be sure to call me!”

Momo: I remember, but…

Ruri: We’re leaving in 30 minutes! I won’t come to wake you up again!

Momo: ….! Wait, don’t go..!  I’m coming..! 

Ruri: Ah, you’re suddenly out of bed. Stretch yourself a little bit, if you feel sleepy!

Momo: Okay..!

Ruri: It must be difficult for a sleepy head like you, but  you must do your best! The radio calisthenics will be over soon! 

Momo: Yes! Are you friends coming today, Ruri-nee?

Ruri: They are! And I already told you not to call me “Ruri-nee” but “onee-chan”! 

Momo: But, why? Mum and dad call you “Ruri” as well, don’t they?

Momo: I want to call you by name as well!

Ruri: What I don’t like, I don’t like!

Ruri: You probably don’t know this, but people at elementary school call their siblings   “Onii chan” and “Onee chan”

Momo: Really?

Ruri: Yes! So..I’d like to be called “Onee chan” as well

Momo: Uhm. Is “Onee chan” okay, then?

Ruri: Yeah! And it sounds cooler, somehow!

Momo: Okay, I’ll do my best to call you that…

Ruri: Hooray! Thank you, Momo!

Momo: If it makes you happy..

Momo: I can’t wait to meet your friends, Onee chan!

Ruri: Do you like my friends that much?

Momo: Yeah!

Momo: They all say how much they like you! I’m happy to hear that!

Ruri: Momo…

Ruri: They like you as well, Momo! They told me that! They say you’re a cute, lively kid!

Ruri: I even showed off a little bit when they told me they were jealous I had you as a brother 

Momo: Well, I always show off about how great you are at the kindergarten!

Momo&Ruri: Eheh…

*Door opens*

Mum: Ruri, Momo. Are you ready for the radio calisthenics?

Momo&Ruri: Yes!

Mum: Great answer, but this room is a total mess! Didn’t I tell you to clean it yesterday?

Momo&Ruri: Ah….

Mum: I want the two of you to clean it before lunch. Got it?

Momo&Ruri:....yes

*Door closes*

Ruri: …oh, come on! I told you to put away your car toys yesterday! 

Momo: How about your dolls lying around, Ruri-nee?!

Ruri: I-I would have put them away later! Also, I told you to call me “Onee chan”!

Momo: Uh…okay, okay, don’t get mad

Ruri: …no… sorry I got angry. Okay, listen. We have until lunch, but we can clean it up together now! It will take 10 minutes!

Momo: Yes! If we do it in 10 minutes, we’ll be in time for the radio calisthenics! 

Ruri: Okay, you tidy up the desk. I’ll deal with the toys

Momo: Got it! So, I put the pens inside the pen holder… the plushies lined up, like that…

Ruri:....hey, Momo. Shall I store away this dinosaur toy? Or would you prefer I put it on the desk?

Momo: You can store it away!

Ruri: Okay, then….ah..?! Wah!

Momo: Ruri-nee?!

*Smash*

Momo: Are you okay?!  Ah…the photo frame broke into pieces!

Ruri: When I tried to open the toy box I hit the shelf and it fell off…!

Ruri: I-I didn’t do it on purpose…sniff…waah…sniff..

Momo: Ruri-nee! Are you okay?! Does it hurt?

Momo: Shall we put a band aid on it? Let me see where it hurts!

Ruri: I-I was so scared…!

Momo: Everything is okay, don’t cry… ! I’ll clean up the photo frame

Momo: I’ll pile up the fragments in a corner. You stay close to the bed and don’t move, Ruri-nee, it’s dangerous

*Door opens*

Mum: What was that noise?!

Ruri: Mum…!

Mum: Why are you crying, Ruri? Oh…! The photo frame is smashed to pieces!

Mum: Momo, what are you doing?! You’ll get hurt, get away from there! 

Momo: B-but…!

Ruri: I broke it, mum! I hit the shelf while tidying up the room…!

Momo: No, wait!

Momo: I told her to store away one of my toys, so it’s all my fault..!

Mum: Okay, okay, I want both of you to get away from there. It could be dangerous

Momo&Ruri: Yes…

Ruri:....! Momo, your hand is bleeding!

Momo: Mh? Oh, yeah…

Mum: You got cut, don’t you? I’m going to take disinfectant and patches. I want you kids to stay here

*Door closes*

Ruri: I’m so sorry, Momo… You got hurt because of me…

Momo: It’s not your fault, Ruri-nee. And it doesn’t hurt at all, I’m fine!

Ruri: But…

Momo: How about you, Ruri-nee? You’re not hurt, right?

Ruri:...no…I’m fine…

Momo: Good! That was what worried me the most

Ruri: Momo…

Momo: Ah, I forgot to call you “Onee chan”. I said “Ruri-nee” so many times! I’m sorry

Ruri: It’s okay. You can call me whatever you like

Momo: Really?? Hooray!

*Door opens*

Mum: Momo, give me your hand. Oh, luckily it's just a little cut

Momo: Yeah! And it doesn’t hurt at all

Mum: Momo. And you too, Ruri, listen carefully. This time it ended with a little wound, but if you had fallen and slipped on your hands it could have been something much more serious

Mum: Next time, I don’t want you kids to try and fix something like that alone. You must call me or dad. 

Mum: Understood?

Momo&Ruri: Yeah…

Mum: It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have gotten angry. You tried to clean everything up right away, didn’t you? I’m sorry, kids

Mum: However, Momo, I don’t want you to touch pieces of glass ever again! 

Momo: …I didn’t want my sister to get hurt…

Momo: I wanted to do something…

Mum: Yes, I love this kind side of yours, Momo. Everybody does

Mum: But if you got hurt, Momo, both me and Ruri would have been so sad

Mum: We absolutely don’t want you to suffer

Momo: Mum…

Momo: Got it…I’ll pay more attention, next time

Mum: Good boy! How about you, Ruri? You got scared, didn't you? 

Ruri: Yes…

Mum: It’s okay, now. I’ll tidy up the rest, it’s time for you kids to go the gymnastics exercises 

Mum: You’ll be late

Momo&Ruri: T-that’s true…!

Mum: Fufu. Here’s your cards. Wear it around your necks… and stay safe!

Ruri: Alright! Momo, give me your hand, let’s go!

Momo: Yes!

Mum: See you later!

Momo&Ruri: See you!

End of part 2

[dazed--xx]

Episode 2: What the hell is happening?

Member: Felix x afab! Reader

Summary: From the spam phone call to the meeting with an entertainment company representative, everything seems to be an odd repeat of yesterday for Felix.

Word Count: 5.7K

TW: Angst, Mentions of getting slapped, Mentions of gambling, drowning, Grim Reaper, alcohol, mentions of mental breakdown, signs of depression, cursing, anything that I couldn’t think of sorry guys

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a long time and I’m so proud of it I hope you guys have been waiting for it and are excited about it I’ll be working on episode 3 already but I have 3 requests to post and the first Cardinal chapter before I do upload it but please enjoy and requests are open. Also I love you’re comments and opinions please let me know what you guys think of this

Episode 1

Felix’s eyes snap open, taking a deep gasping breath. His hand roam over his torso and face. His chest heaving, as he sits up in his bed. A small thud draws his attention, his eyebrows scrunch in confusion as he notices a familiar object sitting on the ground. “Hmm?” He sniffs the object, confusion fills him. “Bread? Did I—?” He shrugs tossing the bun to the side. Opening his fridge, he’s greeted with full Tupperware on every shelf. “Didn’t I throw these away?” He questions, he grabs a soda hesitantly. A buzzing can be heard on his table, grabbing his phone a foreign number sits on his screen; pressing the green answer button “Hello” a cheerful familiar voice answers “Hello, my name—ugh Park Jiyho do you ever give up?” He cuts the voice off. “E-excuse me?!” She answers nervously. “You called me just yesterday…” He trails “No sir! This is my first time calling you” She states. He hangs the phone up in a panic quickly tossing it to the side. He rubs his hands over his face. “This is weird...” he states to himself, pulling his shirt over his head grabbing a black t-shirt and denim jacket. He quickly pulls on his black ripped jeans and boots. He eyes his throat medication, shaking his head he grabs his guitar case and rushes out the door.

As he closes the door behind him a bright white paper draws his attention ‘FINAL NOTICE’ it reads. Tearing it off his door he examines the form “they don’t know when to stop do they?” Crumpling the paper up and tossing it on the ground, he makes his way toward the stairs. “What is going on?” He questions. His thoughts are interrupted when he meets a large wall, his eyes widen as he’s come face to face with the larger one of his landlord's thugs. “W-wait why are you here didn’t you just come here yesterday?” The large man looks at him confused for a moment “what bullshit are you trying to spin this time?” He growls “come down I got him” the big man calls, the little man comes from around the corner. Felix’s mouth hung open as he was forced into the alley, his back hitting the brick harshly. He sits in a daze as the thug's stuff bread into his mouth. He stares at the thugs confused as the larger one's fist makes contact with his torso. He slides down the wall, his hands rubbing his face as the thugs walk away.

Staggering down the street he scratches the back of his head, shaking his head in denial he makes his way toward the crosswalk. The walk signal shines, a small honk rings through the air as the familiar flash of yellow and red comes barreling past him. Felix stares at him perplexed, “Didn’t you fall right here yesterday?” He inquires. The driver looks at him, baffled as he groaned in pain “what are you talking about?!” His hand held his shoulder tightly, rolling on the ground. Felix staggers back, anxiety filling his stomach. He notices a mother and child walking past, the little one's dainty fingers losing their grip on the balloon string. The little girl begins to cry and point at the drifting balloon. He quickly rushes to the corner his eyes not leaving the balloon. “Hey Felix!” He hears from behind him. The familiar sight of the food truck, has him rushing past without acknowledging the owner. He freezes an idea popping into his head as he turns around and heads toward the JYP Entertainment building. His hands are shaky as his phone rings, his heart races as he answers “H-hello” hesitance laced in his tone “Is this Lee Felix?” Na-yeons velvety voice calls. “Yes…” He bites his lip “is this Im Na-yeon?” He hears a sharp gasp from the other side of the phone “Y-yes how did you know that?” Her bewildered tone has him halting in his steps. “You won’t believe this!” He exclaims.

Na-yeon sits beside him, her legs crossed. Sana pouring her a glass of wine as he explains the strange coincidences, “S-so you’re saying we’ve had this conversation before?” Her confidence flowing out of her like a River as the question comes out. Felix nods “Yesterday...” she looks at him as if he has two heads, reaching for the contract “1 billion₩…” he states grabbing her arm “you put a check in the contract for 1 billion ₩” her eyes grow wide “How...?” She flips through the contract. Felix fidgets in the seat “Please, this is a big company are you guys like pranking me or something?” Na-yeon shakes her head “What are you talking about?” He sucks his teeth “what’s todays date?” The question jumps out, Felix knows he sounds crazy, but he needs someone anyone to understand what he’s talking about; to know what’s going on. Na-yeon rolls her eyes at him “It’s October 4! Look at any calendar” she snaps “That was yesterday! You told me to kick Y/N out of the band and break up with her!! How do you not remember this?!” He growls in return, Na-yeon looks at Sana with disbelief silently saying ‘can you believe this weirdo’ with her eyes. Felix’s leg shakes as he contemplates someway, anyway for them to believe him. “A Duet with Yeji!” He shouts grasping her wrist. Her mouth hangs open, Sana stares at him in befuddlement.

Na-yeon looks around the room before leaning close to him. “How do you know that?!” Frustration grows within him; his leg is shaking rapidly. He throws his hands up “Forget it!!” He exclaims as he rushes out of the room.

The small pebble Felix kicked around making a small tapping noise as it traveled across the pavement. Felix looked up at the sky, the suns warmth and radiance kissing his freckled cheeks. He licks his lips, as his hand finds itself scratching the back of his neck. His guitar, patting against his back. What could have possibly happened? Why is everything happening like yesterday? He wonders. He watches the park across the street, a small child running around as their mother wrapped her arms around their dainty body. He notices a couple lost in each other's eyes, their hands never parting once. He remembers the night he begged Y/N to come out for a picnic at 2 am with the promise of watching the sun come up. He can feel the softness of the fleece blanket he laid on the grass, the way Y/N leaned against his chest. They never ended up seeing the sun come up falling asleep almost 30 minutes after setting up. A familiar mop of midnight hair in the passing crowd draws his attention, his eyes scrunch trying to find the persons face.

Felix can tell the person seems familiar, ‘Are you happy?’ The question rings through his head. Where did he hear that? His legs moving on their own as he makes his way through the crowd. A bright scarlet coat comes to view, his heart races as the red coated stranger makes their way out of the crowd and down the street turning down an alleyway. Do I know them? He asks himself; his eyebrows scrunch together. How do I know them? An uneasy feeling fills his stomach as he makes it out of the crowd, quickly looking over his shoulder he turns down the alley. He notices the stranger at the end of the alley walking slowly as they look around at everything. Two girls on the end of the alley turn to face the stranger; shy giggles release from their lips as they wave at the stranger. He tips his head to the girls as he continues his way out of the alley and back onto a street. Rushing down the alleyway, he closes in on the exit. His heart is beating like a drum in his ears, his face is burning as he turns the corner. He notices the figure turn down a familiar alleyway. Realization fills him “Y/N!” He exclaims excitedly as he runs toward the alley and into the rehearsal room. He peeks through the egress window, he notices Jisung, Changbin, and Y/N smiling entwined in a conversation her song book between them.

He rushes down the stairs two at a time his hand wrapping around the banister using it to help him quickly turn the corner. He notices Jisung’s eyes growing wide, irritation worn proudly on his features. “Don’t start!” Felix exclaims pointing at the boy as he grabs Y/N’s arms tightly; her hands coming up in defense stepping back in a panic Felix remaining oblivious at her fear as he questions her “You! You remember last night, right?!” His tone is pleading as he stares at her. Her eyebrows scrunch together “what our fight?” His eyes light up, happiness filling his chest. “Yeah! So, then you remember?” She side eyes Changbin “I guess… but it was just a fight that you obviously ignored since you’re late again” sarcasm leaking out of her tone. Felix looks at her confused “what are you talking about?!” She crosses her arms over her chest “You literally walked off stage yesterday in the middle of our performance” He shakes his head “What? No, I didn’t that was the day before yesterday?” His hands grip the side of his head “We broke up yesterday! You hit me!” He exclaims. She looks at him in bewilderment “no we didn’t? Why would I hit you?” She rubs his arm “you’re too cute” her head tilts to the side. “YES, WE DID!” He exclaimed “WE BROKE UP! WE PERFORMED AND DISBANDED! LAST NIGHT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?!” He gestures to the three. They give each other concerned looks, Y/N steps forward her hand on his shoulder “Oppa, maybe you should sit down” she gestures to the couch across the room. He quickly shoved her to the side “I’m not going to sit down I’m not fucking crazy how do you all not remember?!” He snaps at the three. Their eyes sat wide as their friend flailed about pleading for them to hear him out and listen.

The three stare at each other once more, Y/N bites her lip before releasing a heavy sigh. “M-maybe you should see a doctor or something….” She mutters. A soft loving glow on her expression. Felix stomps his foot in frustration “I.AM.NOT.CRAZY.” He growls behind gritted teeth. Jisung puts his hands up in surrender, side stepping around him “no one is saying you are…. it’s just maybe you hit your head or something last night and things just seem weird” his tone is soft, comforting even. Felix looks at the expressions worn on his friends faces. He can read their body language from the way Changbin won’t meet his eyes to Y/N’s kicked puppy expression. He can feel the pity they held for him, anger bubbling in his core “Fine!” He exclaims throwing his hands in the air “I’ll show you I’m not crazy! You want me to go to the doctor and get my head checked? Fine! But when it comes back that nothing is wrong with me then you’ll feel like the damn crazy ones!” His arms cross over his chest, his eyebrows scrunch together.

Felix hated hospitals, from the bright dull white walls to the smell of rubbing alcohol and sterilization. From the chaos going on around him to the nurses looking at him with pity. Ever since he was a child, he could remember the pitiful glances everyone around him gave. They’d whisper ‘that poor boy’ as he sat in the cafeteria, staring blankly at whatever he decided to not eat that day before trudging his way up to his parents' room. His older brother seated lovingly beside their mother's side, a cold rag upon her forehead. He’d gaze upon his ailing mother, his heart breaking at every beep of the heart monitor until one day it just stopped. He remembered it like it was yesterday the tears that streamed down both his and his brothers face, the way they burned his cheeks as they flowed. His lungs practically burned the same way they did that day. He could remember how pale she was when they walked into that hospital room, the silence sent fear through his chest. His brother rushing beside his mother with a call for the doctor as he quickly shoved Felix out of the room. He could remember his brother crying a ‘she’s not breathing’ was stammered out before the door shut and he was left alone in the hallway. Nurses holding their collars whispering about the small boy that sat in the hallway with his knees up to his chest, and tears streaming down his face.

Y/N’s hand being placed on his is what pulls him out of his thoughts, her bright eyes staring back at him bringing an odd sense of calm. “It’s okay, Oppa I know you don’t like hospitals, but I’ll be here the whole time” she smiles brightly as she grabs a hold of his hand. He pulls his hand away crossing his arms over his chest as he rolls his eyes “or you guys could just fucking believe me...” he growls. She places her hands in her lap, a small pout sat on her bow shaped lips. Her cheeks blushed with a cotton candy pink. The white button-down collar that poked out of her bright baby pink sweater vest quite the contrast from her brunette wavy hair. He looks at her and feels nothing; the butterflies that once filled his stomach no longer as strong and prominent. He growled to himself as his name was called, a glare sat on his face when Y/N followed him into the room. ” Hello, I’m Dr. Jung what brings you in today?” A chubby old man chirped from behind a desk, Felix groans to himself as he plops himself in the seat, in-front of the desk crossing his arms over his chest “my friends think I’m crazy. Can we just get this over with?” He groans.

Felix stared blankly at the passing cars. A numbness ran through his body as Y/N opened the medication the Dr had prescribed for the supposed hangover he believed Felix was suffering from. He shook his head at her gesture without removing his gaze from the street. “I-it’s happened to me before you know?” Jisung murmurs. The groups eyes travel to the boy, disbelief worn on their expressions “what? It did! I dreamed I was abducted by aliens, and they made me their king and when I wouldn’t do what they wanted they’d torture me!” He exclaims excitedly. Y/N’s face scrunches in an ‘are you serious right now?’ Glare as Changbin smacks the back of his head signaling hun to shut up. Jisung rubbed the back of his head, his eyebrows scrunching together in frustration before standing up and giving Felix a light tap on his shoulder “get some rest man” he states worriedly “maybe go home take a nap, focus on today's concert. We sold a bunch of tickets a whole—15?” Felix cuts him off, finally taking his eyes off the road in-front of him to face his quokka looking friend. “Y-yeah…” Jisung’s eyebrows scrunch together “how’d you know that? Did you count them ahead of time?” He accuses, pointing at Felix. Felix rolls his eyes and sighs “We’ll sell another 10 when they open the doors, 25 in total. I’ve seen this all before already I told you.” Laying his head against the light post.

“Yeah, anyway try your best tonight please don’t be like yesterday and just walk off” Jisung waves him off, smacking Changbin against his chest and gesturing to the convience store behind them. Felix’s eyes drift back to the road before him. His eyes encapsulated by the café across the street. He notices a young woman seated in the quaint table; she leans over a napkin in her hand only then does he notice the two young boys seated across from her. He watches the loving expression on her face as she wipes something off the younger looking boy's chin. Smiles plastered on the families' lips as they enjoy an afternoon together. A small hand wrapped around his wrist pulling him out of his trance. His head snaps to the right, Y/N’s bright encouraging smile greets him as she tries to interlock their hands. “It’s okay you know” she chirps “huh?” He’s finally pulled away from his thoughts. “The hangover… it’s okay like I get why you went and drank yesterday but I know you probably don’t want to talk about that so…” she changes the subject as she lifts her off the shoulder crotchet bag pulling out her lyric book “I wrote a new song I-it’s not finished but I think it’s going to be a great one it’s called—One more time by One More Time.” He finishes for her, his eyes connecting with hers. “Do you believe me now?” He questions with his eyebrows raised. She stares at him befuddled before grabbing his hands and waving off his explanation. “We have soulmate telepathy, Oppa!” Her smile radiates. He groans in frustration “Maybe the doctor was right” he runs his hand through his hair “I should get some rest” he declares lifting himself from the bench and making his way back to his apartment.

His head is pounding as he struggles to drift off into a peaceful sleep; the pleas of his band members outside his door go ignored as he prayed for the sleeping pills to kick in. “Oppa! Please open the door! We have a show!” Y/N cries, lifting the pillow from beneath his head he lay it on top of his ear, nestling himself between his futon and pillow. His breathing is erratic as the medication begins to take effect, his eyes growing heavier and heavier before sleep takes over.

Sunlight burns into the room as he jumps awake. Quickly moving his way out of his bed and paces his room; his finger pressed into his chin as he takes a deep breath. His bottom lip sat between his teeth as his hands shake at his side.

What the hell was that yesterday...?

He questioned to himself as he halted his pacing. He looks around the room, he shakes his head laughing at the the insanity. “I must be crazy...” he states whilst his phone came to life. Vibrating on the coffee table, he’s met with an unknown number. Pressing the green button, he lifts the phone to his ear. “Hello, this is Park Jiho I’m call—“Felix ends the call at the familiar voice, throwing his phone across the room in frustration. He rolls his eyes as he notices the bun on the floor. “Fucking great!” He growls under gritted teeth. “What do I do?” He cries as 3 consecutive heavy knocks book through the apartment. Sitting in a dead silence as he listens to the thugs arguing outside his door. ’Idiots’ he groans to himself. His eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as he thinks; if the day is repeating itself, then, wouldn’t the cycle be broken if he did things differently? Taking a seat on his bed he stares intently at his phone waiting for that call to come in once more. Im Nayeon…He thinks let’s do this…make all my problems go away.

Excitement builds in his gut as the device begins to vibrate. Eagerly lifting the phone to his ear with a squeal. “H-hello?” He feigns ignorance “Do you enjoy writing songs that don’t sell? Hello, my name is Im Nayeon from JYP entertainment. Let’s talk in person, yes?” Her sultry voice rang through the device, a knowing smirk embedded on his lips “Sure, see you soon” he chuckles to himself as he ends the call.

“Oh, this is going to be fun…”

Fun. How long can fun truly last? The thrill Felix had felt previous now replaced with misery and a longing for tomorrow. There was only so many times he could deal with the same phone calls and break up with Y/N. He grew bored of fucking Nayeon and Yeji. Nayeon a controlling narcissist and Yeji in his mind was now just a brainless talentless drone. He hated that every night he’d be harassed by calls and texts from his members who refused to accept his disappearing act. He couldn’t count how many times Y/N had slapped him. He found things to be stagnant because of this bullshit repetitive day, so much so, he’d spent many nights in a holding cell due to the release of his pent-up frustrations. From destroying Im Nayeon’s office to his apartment; everything was left in a wake of destruction. In the end, Felix would be hauled off to the police station only to wake up back in his apartment. The bun would remain untouched and ignored on his floor; calls from Park Jiho go unanswered. He was desperate, he needed to see tomorrow. Everything he tried always seemed to fail. He’d even gone as far as staying up all night watching the sun lift itself from behind the skyline and the date change: only for his head to begin pounding massively, his ears ringing as the room began to spin. He’d pass out and awaken on October 4th once more.

That’s how he’d found himself seated in-front of the familiar pond. His mind racing as he stared at the moon's reflection across the water. A bottle of soju in one hand, his regrets in the other. Lifting himself from beneath the towering cherry blossom tree, he stumbles his way toward the shoreline. Taking a large gulp of soju “It started here, so I’ll end it here…” he declares; tossing the bottle to the side he glided his way into the water. The water slowly climbing its way up his body before caressing his neck and forcing his head under. Panic fills his stomach as he struggles to breathe. He doesn’t see the tall, pale figure walking gracefully toward him above the water line. A red coat adorning the figures torso, as he stares at Felix’s flailing. His hands in his pocket and eyebrows raised. In his struggle, Felix can feel that familiar wave of uneasiness; the overwhelming feeling of being watched has him thrashing around. A flash of red catches his eye “YOU!” He growls as he points at the figure, who looks at him with pity and annoyance “why are you putting yourself through this?” His tone is soft and almost pleading “Nothing will change…” Felix’s hand sinks once more, he pulls himself closer to the man.

“You did this to me didn’t you? Or at least you know why this is happening to me don’t you?” The man stakes a step back before crouching just out of Felix’s reach. “I didn’t do it...” He states matter of factly, his finger going to his chin “it’s like a glitch…” He nods to himself “Like a hole in your canvas you cannot erase those types of mistakes” Felix rolls his eyes mentally “What?”

“It’s like a computer virus, anyway…it doesn’t matter if you die, the outcome will be the same; isn’t that cool?” Red coat smiles as Felix doesn’t resurface, he watches as he sinks lower and lower “Im sorry” He apologizes to the water before grasping his necklace and turning the center circle over and walking away.

Staring blankly ahead Felix watches as the moped fell for what could be the 100th time. Ignoring the crying child whose balloon flew away again. He looked at the disgustingly blue food truck. Taking timid slow steps, he approaches the window a pout firm on his lips “I need your help” He states sadly to his brother, Chan sighs. His brother looks at him with suspicion “I don’t have any money for you…” Chan warns, Felix sucks his in frustration “I don’t you need your money, smartass” Chan rolls his eyes at his younger brother’s attitude “you must be desperate if you came to me…what Y/N finally leave your bum ass?” Felix shakes his head “this was a mistake” Chan reached through the window “Give me 2 minutes...”

The sun slowly sets as Felix stares at its retreating figure, Chan extends a soda to Felix who takes it hesitantly. “So, you’re saying, the same day just keeps repeating?” Chan asks in disbelief as Felix nods his heart numb to the world around him “No matter how much I pray or die; nothing will change it will always be October 4th for me” his voice is full of hurt. Chan stares at his little brother with pity in his eyes “H-how many times have we talked about this?” Embarrassment is etched on Felix’s face. “This is the first time” he mumbles. Chan’s eyes widen as his mouth hangs open fully offended, he smacks the younger boy on the back of his head. “Rude little shit!” He scolds “even if you don’t like me, you always ask your family for help—with what? How would you even help since you get reset every night anyway?!” Felix cuts him off “still Felix! I would have done my best to help you! If you feel stagnant in your life maybe do things differently. Try things you never thought you would try! See things you’d never thought you’d see but don’t sit there and let everyday be boring and the same” Chan encourages. Felix smiles in realization “You’re right!” He jumps to his feet and rushing back to his apartment.

Waking up after yesterday’s talk with his older brother; Felix feels a newfound determination. Quickly rushing out of his apartment he smiles at the large man “Morning!” He calls happily before gesturing to the partner on the staircase that led to the roof “Come down I know your there” the man makes his way down the stairs slowly as Felix nods “We have some things to work out, no?” The two look at each other in bewilderment as Felix hands them his guitar case “Here! This should settle my debt and then some. Let’s start new lives, huh boys?” He gently taps the larger male's cheek before he scoots around them and makes his way down the stairs.

Coming to the familiar crosswalk, Felix flags down the moped, who falls in his hast to avoid hitting Felix. “Mr. Kim, your brake pads are worn out” Felix informs the older man who sat with a confused expression on his face. “But I just changed them a few days ago...” the old man murmurs to himself as Felix cheerfully crosses the road. Instantly grasping the escaping balloon’s string handing it to the poor crying child, with a pat on the little one's head. Felix skips his way past Bang Chans food truck giving him a chipper hello as he makes his way down the alley.

Standing in-front of the hidden gambling hall he’s recently discovered; he smirks as he makes his way inside. The beverage girl, Jeon Soyeon, he’s used to flirting with, is quick to introduce herself as he pretended to stumble upon the hall, once again. He notices the familiar group of older men in the corner playing blackjack. The oldest of the men Park Jinyoung smiled as he hit another 21. Determined, Felix takes a double shot of whiskey the vixen held in-front of him before making his way over to the table. “Looking to lose your money, young man” Jinyoung prods as the dealer shuffles the shoe, Felix gives a clueless glance to the older man “A-are you sure?” He questions the player; collecting his chips Jinyoung smiles knowingly before gesturing Felix to sit down “of course! Always room for another player” from the past few times Felix has been to the hall he knows Jinyoung won every time he played. Yesterday, Felix almost came close only for Felix to bust allowing Jinyoung to goad him into hitting. Jinyoung has a 10 facing and from game’s previous Felix knows he will turn over another 10 he tries the same tact Jinyoung previously had used to convince Felix to hit. His plan fails as Jinyoung stands the other players withdrawing from the game as they bust. Felix ends his hand with a 20 and the dealer busts with 23.

As the hours draw by Felix now sat full of confidence as Jinyoung’s chips now sat in-front of Felix. Pride filling him as he grabs the last of the chips before requesting his winnings with a bright smile. His attention is caught by Soyeon who saunters over a warm smile on her plush thick lips as she bats her eyes seductively. She extends her hand carrying the tray with an array of alcoholic beverages “Drink for the big winner?” She asks the smile not leaving her lips “sure...” Felix wearily accepts before lifting another double shot of whiskey, throwing the shot back in one go. “I’ve never seen you in here before doll face, will I be seeing you again?” She flirts. Felix shrugs disappointedly “Even if you did…. you wouldn’t remember me beautiful” A pout forms on the girls' lips “Maybe you can give me something to remember then...” She bites her lip with a wink. Felix’s cheeks warm at her brazenness. “Maybe...” He smiles as someone places a bag on the table in-front of him. Opening it his eyes widen, never in his life has he ever seen this much money. “I get out soon..wait for me” Soyeon seductively whispers before saunter away.

Felix’s teeth nipped at Soyeon’s thick bottom lip. Her hands tangling themselves in his hair as he pins her against his door; her legs wrapped securely around his waist as he gripped her thighs. Soyeon moans as Felix attacks her neck nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her hands desperately grab at his shirt lifting it over his head. Soyeon’s eyes widen as her eyes scan his body. She giggles as Felix makes his way over to his bed laying her down as he unbuttoned her shorts. Their lips meet once more as Felix lifts her shirt his hand snaking its way beneath the fabric and cupping her breast. Kissing trails down her stomach he slowly pulls her shorts off. His eyes meeting the black lace she wore underneath; he licks a stripe on her clothed slit. “F-Fuck..” She groans “I-I’ll definitely remember you” Felix smirks at her, for now he’ll allow himself to believe her. His confidence is swelling as he pulls the fabric off and rapidly attacks her core with his tongue. Soyeon’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her fingers tangle with Felix’s hair. He palms himself over his jeans before forcing the clothing down freeing his throbbing member “Fuck your pussy is so sweet” He moans as he licks widely against her bud. Her legs tighten around his head as she rides her climax on his face her moans almost pornographic. Biting his lip, he slowly glides his member along her slit, her eyes were blown out and cheeks red. “P-please don’t tease me” she begs as she lines his member with her hole.

Felix growls as he glides himself into her tight core, Soyeon desperately cries out as he bottoms out in her. Her arms desperately wrapping around his neck as he gives her no time to adjust. His hips move at a rapid pace, lifting himself from the girl he pins her wrists above her head. His eyes roll to the back of his head, “F-fuck..p-please” she cries “I can’t—yes you can beautiful you’re doing so well” Felix praises as he presses a kiss against her neck. “It’s too much...” Her pleas so cute and innocent almost a complete 180 from the flirtatious vixen he’d met in the gambling hall. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he feels her tighten around him. His hand wraps around her throat as he chases his own climax, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels that familiar tightness in his stomach. Animalistic growls erupt from his chest as he releases inside the girl.

Soyeon quickly falls asleep after they cleaned themselves. Making his way over to his table he spots the medication Y/N had left for him the night before all this began. Lifting the small capsules, he places them in his mouth as he grabs the glass of water sat beside them. He taps his fingers against the table staring at the bag of money. Opening it he smiles, holding the funds in his hands for what he knows is the last few hours he sighs, as he remembers how long it had taken him to win. He’d probably spent what would be two weeks of losing the JYP signing bonus. Before he’d finally won. Finally, he had found a silver lining in this situation.

He groans as his throat begins to feel scratchy and his mouth dry. He regrets having taken the medication, despite his vocal nodules he felt he could withstand the pain of his condition better than he could deal with the side effects of this damned medication. The sound of sirens pull him out of his thoughts, his eyebrows scrunch together as he makes his way to his window seeing 2 ambulances rush down the street past his building. “Damn, I hope nothing serious happened…” he whispers to himself as he closes his curtain; laying back in bed next to Soyeon’s peacefully sleeping figure knowing she won’t be there when he wakes up. An empty feeling fills him as he observes her features. As he drifts off to sleep a figure stands below his window, his bright red coat standing out in the dark surroundings as he stares at the boys window.

He sucks his teeth to himself as he shakes his head sorrowfully before he sighs lifting his hood. “Felix… you disappoint me” he laments “This could have been a work of art and you continue to destroy it all” his eyes now on the crowd down the road the lights of the ambulances telling him things have not changed. With a heavy heart he lifts his necklace, spinning the smaller circle in the center over once again. Staring at the sand in the hourglass resetting he sighs “I hope you find true happiness soon..” his eye’s embedded on Felix’s window before returning to the ambulances that make their departure.

“For your sake..”

[salamandergoo]

switching it up with a jargyle thought because i love height differences: argyle has been watching jonathan doing little tasks in the kitchen. sleepy and bleary eyed, trying to gather everything he needs to make coffee. the filters are on the the tallest shelf (i could have sworn they weren't there yesterday! thinks jonanthan) and jon starts getting on his tiptoes to reach. he watched jon's shirt riding up and argyle can't hold back. so he comes up behind him grabbing it with one hand while reaching around to place his other big hand on jon's stomach. jon thanks him as argyle sets the filters on the counter, then uses that hand to settle on jon's hip, keeping him in place. kisses behind jon's ear down his neck and slides his hand up from jon's stomach to his chest, neck, and holds his jaw, thumb pressed to the corner of jon's mouth, jon's tongue darting out, slightly,to taste and suckle on it. argyle tightens the hand holding jon's head still, tilts his head back further and whispers in his ear, slightly pressing jon against the counter. argyle's hand that was resting on jon's hip dips down, his fingers skirting into the elastic of jon's sleep pants. argyle starts to roll his hips in a circular motion then forward, slowly but with purpose. making jonathan let out a soft gasp.

have a wonderful night!

OHHHHHH YESSSS

Anon, my guy, you've gotta hit me up in dms at some point here, I NEED to scream with you about these things.  I'm picturing them in their late 20s, comfortably living together and settling into their careers and lives. This totally got way longer than I was expecting it to lololol

Look, Argyle didn't put the filters up there for any real reason.  He wasn't even thinking about it, he'd just been checking to see if they needed more from the store.  But man, he was grateful for it, seeing the way Jonathan stretched for them.  The flash of pale skin was tantalizing, he was tempted to get down and press his lips to it, but instead he moved to grab the filters, pressing himself against Jonathan's back.  "Mm... what...?"  Jonathan's voice was sleepy and just a little scratchy still.  But he dropped his arm and leaned back with a long sigh.  "Warm..."

"Cozy?"  Argyle's hand slipped up Jonathan's shirt, warm skin on warm skin.  "You're still so sleepy, aren't you?"

"Just a little."  Jonathan tilted his head back to nuzzle in closer.  He yawned and put his hand over Argyle's through the shirt.  "Why'd you put them on the top shelf?"

"Didn't even realize I was doing it.  Must've put them on the wrong one without thinking."  Argyle grinned as he leaned back into the embrace.  His hand slid down a little further until his fingertips traced the waistband of the well worn pajama pants.  "I'll remember to put them on the right shelf next time, baby."

"I forgive you."  Jonathan arched his back, ass pressing into Argyle's crotch.  "Feels nice..."  He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Of course it does.  You're all sleepy and sweet right now."

"I'm not sweet."  Jonathan shuddered as Argyle's lips pressed to his ear.  "Hey..."

"It's nice, just relax, baby."  Argyle set the filters down and held his hip instead.  He squeezed, fingertips digging into Jonathan's skin.  Not hard enough to bruise, it was too early for bruises, but enough to make him shiver.  "You're so warm, it's like you just rolled out of bed."

"I did."  Jonathan's laugh was a little breathy as he rolled his hips back again.  "I wanted you to stay in bed too, but you got up."

"Had to take a call, my guy, I didn't want me to get up either."

"On Sunday?  That should be illegal."

"It should be."  Argyle pressed a few more kisses to his ear, trailing them down towards his neck.  He rubbed his hand against Jonathan's belly, appreciating the soft hair and the little bit of pudge he'd developed over the last few years.  "But I'm free now.  We could go back to bed."  When Jonathan's hips pressed a little more firmly, he grinned.  "Or we could stay right here, make coffee together and enjoy the morning."

"Yeah."  Jonathan let out a high little noise as the hand on his belly drifted higher, up to his chest.  "Yeah, that's... that's real good.  Love feeling your hands on me."

"I know you do.  Love having my hands on you, love you so much."  Argyle mouthed down his neck, teeth catching his skin.  "Too bad we aren't in front of a mirror, wish I could see your face."  He flicked his fingers over Jonathan's nipple and grinned at the little whine it earned him.  "Pretty, your sounds wake me up better than coffee, my man."  He nuzzled in a little closer to keep mouthing at his neck, the skin damp with spit already.  He was going to mark him up, he loved leaving little reminders of what they got up to together.

Jonathan relaxed into it, body going nice and pliable.  If he wanted to, Argyle knew he could have Jonathan bent over the counter, could drop to his knees and work him open on his tongue.  He could take Jonathan right here in the kitchen and fuck him until they were both sweaty and sated.  But there was something nice about the way it felt to grind forward against the curve of his boyfriend's ass, to feel the warmth through their layers of clothes, his boxers and Jonathan's pajamas.  They were touching, wrapped up in each other, but it was slower, lazier.

Argyle liked it.  They hadn't done something like this in a number of years now, had grown used to getting in bed and opening each other up, fucking each other into the sheets or using hands and mouths.  Even when they did rub against each other like this, it wasn't while clothed.  This felt more like the early days of their relationship, when it was hushed and hidden behind closed doors in occupied spaces.  Closed away in the bathroom of the Hopper-Byers house, hands over mouths and bubbling over desperation.

There was no desperation here, just simmering want, an appreciation for the morning and the closeness.  Jonathan sighed and arched his back, head tilting back until it was nearly pressed against Argyle's shoulder.  His eyes were half-lidded, though he was certainly more awake than he'd been moments ago.  "Baby," he whispered, reaching a hand back to hold Argyle's hip and pull him forwards.  "Come on..."

"Patience, my man."  Argyle's hand slipped out from under Jonathan's shirt and cupped his jaw, thumb stroking past his lips once, twice, then catching when Jonathan's tongue poked out just enough to wet the pad of his finger.  "Oh, do you need something in your mouth?  Is that it?"  He pressed his thumb past those pretty pink lips and hummed as Jonathan sucked on it, drawing it a little deeper.  Argyle cradled his face and turned his head so he could kiss his cheek, lips brushing over stubbled skin.  "You look so pretty with something in your mouth, I know how much you love it.  Bet you'd sit nice and pretty and just keep my cock warm if I asked you to.  I bet you'd feel so nice too, let me take care of some work while you did it."  When Jonathan's eyes fluttered closed and his hips ground back, Argyle took that as a yes and grinned.  "Yeah.  Because you're my good boy, always my good boy."

Jonathan moaned at that and Argyle reached into the front of his pants, get a hand around his hard cock.  Jonathan whined, sharp and loud in their quiet home.  "Good boy."  The first few strokes were dry and a little rougher than Argyle preferred so he pulled his hand back out.  He let go and guided Jonathan's head so he was looking downwards.  "Spit, baby."  He could feel the way Jonathan shivered and cupped his hand to catch the spit that dribbled off of his tongue.  He used it to guide the next stroke, spreading it along the shaft of Jonathan's cock.  "Yeah, that's better, huh?  Gotta get you nice and wet so I can work you faster.  Know how you like it, don't I?"  Jonathan nodded and rocked his hips back.

Argyle rocked his hips forwards against the curve of Jonathan's ass and sighed as his cock rubbed against the layers of fabric between them.  It really did feel like the early days.  "Remember this?  When we'd make out in my van, it would be way too warm, we'd be sweating through our clothes, but it was the only place we felt truly hidden?"

"Yeah.  Yeah, I liked it, felt closer to you than I ever had, even liked the- mm, the way our skin would stick together."  Jonathan was panting softly, each breath catching in time with Argyle's stroking.  "Didn't mind being so hot, not when I got to kiss you and touch you.  I'd wanted- hah, I'd wanted you for so long."

"I'd wanted you too."  Argyle nipped at Jonathan's neck again and tightened his grip just a touch.  "Remember how embarrassed you'd get when you whined?  Thought it was the prettiest thing I'd ever heard, those little high pitched noises...  You still get embarrassed.  It's real cute."

"Argyle..."  Jonathan's back arched as he tried to rub himself back against Argyle's hard cock.  "Fuck, I never liked being called cute until you."

"I know.  You like when I call you anything, don't you baby?"  He slipped his thumb back into Jonathan's mouth.  "Like it when I call you baby, or cute, or sweet.  Or desperate and whiny.  Or my pretty little slut, ready to open your mouth or fall to your knees or ride me just because I ask."

"Like when you ask me to fuck you too," he slurred around Argyle's thumb, drooling and panting.

"You do.  You're my good boy, so good at following directions, aren't you?  My good, perfect boy."   He rocked his hips a little faster and could feel the way his cock pressed into the crease of Jonathan's ass.  "Mm, you feel so nice."  He didn't want to push him too far forward, didn't want the counter to dig into his belly and make him uncomfortable.  But Jonathan was still letting out those pretty moans, wasn't trying to squirm away or push at his hands.  Jonathan's hands were planted firmly against the counter to let him arch and brace himself.  He had such pretty hands, fingers long and delicate, perfect for holding and kissing and wrapping around his cameras, for brushing through long hair or any of the other billion things Jonathan did during the day.  Argyle loved to just watch him, admire the way he existed in the world.  One of his favorite things to do while high these days was stretch out on their well-worn couch and just watch Jonathan do ordinary, domestic things.  Last week he'd watched him do laundry and it had felt like the greatest thing he'd ever seen.

Jonathan's breath hitched when Argyle's thumb swiped over the head of his cock to gather the precum he'd started to drip.  "That's nice," he mumbled, head nuzzling into Argyle's throat, hair soft against his skin.  "Don't stop, think... I'm gonna..."  He whined around the thumb in his mouth and sealed his lips around it to suck on it harder.

"Yeah?  Gonna make a mess in your pants in the middle of our kitchen?"  He wanted to see it and hear the pretty whimpers he was sure he'd get.  Jonathan shuddered, and his shoulder blades pressed more firmly into Argyle's body.  "That's it, pretty boy.  There's my baby, come on, you're close, aren't you?"

"So close."  Jonathan whined as Argyle's thumb pressed down against his tongue, stroking over it.  Spit was dribbling down his chin, probably dripping onto his shirt and coating the side of Argyle's hand.  "Don't stop," he begged, hips starting to roll as Argyle's hand slowed down enough to be teasing.  "Please-"

"I won't stop.  I just wanna keep hearing all those pretty little noises."  Argyle ground his hips a little harder, a wet patch on his boxers that stuck them to his dick.  He could rut up against Jonathan a little harder, knew he'd be able to make himself cum in practically no time, but Jonathan sounded so close, he wanted to get him over the edge first.  "Come on, baby."

"Ah-" Jonathan's back arched and he let out a high noise in the back of his throat, exhaling hard through his nose.  "A- Argyle, fuck!"  He came across Argyle's hand, cum streaking over his fingers.  His teeth closed around the thumb in his mouth, but he didn't bite down hard.  He sucked on it a few times as he came, whimpering around it as his hips kept rocking.  He went lax after just another moment and slumped back against Argyle with a big sigh.  "Mm..."

"Good boy," Argyle cooed.  He pulled his hand away from Jonathan's face, dragging his wet thumb down his jaw.  Then he took his other hand out of Jonathan's boxers and looked down at it with a grin.  "Look at the mess you made, babe.  Gonna have to take a shower after this, huh?"

"Coffee first?"  Jonathan lifted a hand to wipe the spit off his face and pressed his hips back, wiggling just a little.

Argyle sighed and curled his fingers around Jonathan's hip to guide him in a slow grind.  "Coffee first, yeah.  You wanna clean me up a little?"  He held his hand up to Jonathan's mouth, smirking.  "Clean up your mess?"

Jonathan let out a low whimper, but leaned in to start licking up his own cum, holding it on his tongue.  And yeah, that always did something for Argyle, who grunted softly and started to hump up against Jonathan's ass a little quicker.

"You're my good boy, Jonny, being so good and so sweet for me."  Argyle dropped his head down so it pressed against Jonathan's shoulders.  He worked his hips against Jonathan, cock nudged into the crease of his ass.  It was a good ass, Argyle could probably wax poetic about it and all the things he'd been lucky enough to do to it.  If it didn't feel so nice to grind up against him like this, it would be a shame to not be able to cum on his skin.  Next time, maybe in the shower he would.  For now, he was more than happy to work himself up to the edge while letting out hot breaths and moans.  "Jonny, fuck..."  He squeezed his eyes closed and his hips stuttered out of their steady rhythm.  His boxers caught the cum and his balls pulsed as he came.  "God," he groaned softly.

Jonathan turned in his arms after another moment and leaned up to kiss him.  There was still cum on his tongue and he pressed it past Argyle's lips, sharing the taste with him.  Argyle cradled the back of his head as they made out, pressed him in closer to the counter to pin him in place.  Jonathan huffed against his mouth and pushed himself up to sit on the counter, only breaking the kiss for a moment.  His legs wrapped around Argyle's waist as he kept him in close.  The kisses grew lazier, both of them taking soft breaths each time they parted, only to be drawn back in a moment later.

It was soft and gentle as their hearts slowed to normal, as they held each other and basked in the early morning warmth of their kitchen.  Jonathan sighed as he pulled away, leaning his forehead against Argyle's.  "That was nice."

"It was."  He grinned.  "You're sitting on the coffee filters."

"I'm-?"  Jonathan looked down, and sure enough, sticking out from under his thigh, was the pack of coffee filters.  "Damn it."  He got back down and grimaced at the wet spot on the front of his pants.  "Jesus, it looks like I wet myself."

"Now there's something we've gotta keep out of the kitchen for sure," Argyle teased, nudging past him to grab the bag of ground coffee beans.  "We'll clean up once I get the coffee started.  That was fun, we should start more mornings like that."

Jonathan hummed and pressed himself up against Argyle's back, a reversal of earlier.  He nuzzled his cheek against his shoulder and listened as he measured out coffee and water, setting up the coffee maker.  "I think I'd rather do that in bed.  It was fun though."  He smiled and muffled a yawn against Argyle's shoulder.  "I always have fun when your hand is in my pants."

"You're such a romantic, you're gonna make me blush."  He chuckled and reached a free hand back to squeeze Jonathan's hip.  "I have fun when my hand is in your pants too.  Love making you moan for me, prettiest man I've ever seen."

"Now who's the romantic?"  Jonathan let go and took a step back, carelessly peeling off his soiled pants under Argyle's gaze.  "I'll go get the shower started."

"I'm right behind you, baby."  Argyle grinned and followed him down the hall.  "Not even 9 yet and I've checked everything off my to do list for the day."

"What was on your list?"

"You.  Maybe I should give it another shot though."

"Maybe you should."

[yomica12345]

Repetitive Misfortune: Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Link, Chapter 3 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: Sleep Deprivation and Sleep

Chapter 4: Clocked Out

“Are there any fixed events you are aware of that may possibly have effects on the day?” Logan asked, checking both ways before he exited the closet.

Janus eyed the bin they had locked the snake in, closing the door after himself. “The only one I am aware of for certain is every morning the snake will try to bite you, but yesterday I didn’t stop it from happening.”

Logan nodded. “We should determine why you’re at the center of this. There has to be a reason as to why this all started with you. More than it simply being your 18th birthday.” He adjusted his glasses. “Now, where should we continue discussing this—”

“Mr. Deangelo.”

Janus tensed, spinning around.

Principal Hendricks stood a few steps away, a stack of folders in her hands. Her sharp gaze flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly. “It’s bad enough having you sneaking around avoiding class, but now you’ve dragged Mr. Steele into this too?”

Janus grimaced. “We were just-”

“Mr. Lewis sent us to collect the Chromebooks from the other class,” Logan interrupted smoothly, stepping slightly in front of Janus. “We need them for a writing assignment.”

“Ah.” Principal Hendricks cleared her throat, her expression shifting to one of mild embarrassment. “Of course. Well, I won’t keep you. Continue as you were.”

Logan gave a curt nod, leading Janus down another hallway.

Janus followed, a smirk forming on his face. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“Not for reasons you may be considering,” Logan replied, tone dry.

“Then what reason do you have for your hallway excuses?”

Logan pushed open the library door, leading them towards the back. He let out a small sigh. “There have been days when my dad has excused me from school, citing that I am ‘overworking myself.’ Since I am excused, I avoid attending classes to prevent questions. I usually spend the time here before leaving to avoid Roman, Patton, and Virgil discovering me.” He adjusted his glasses again, his voice softer now. “I find it more restorative to be alone in the library than answering the inevitable barrage of questions from my partners.”

Janus tilted his head, taking a closer look at Logan. The bags under his crush’s eyes were more noticeable behind his glasses, and his posture lacked its usual precision. “You mean you don’t spend the day resting when it’s so freely given to you?”

“I do spend it resting. Your idea of rest must simply differ from mine.” Logan collected a few books from the shelves, one slipping from his grasp.

Janus got down to pick it up, placing a hand over Logan’s to stop him from grabbing it. “You look exhausted, Logan.”

“If this is your attempt at ‘hitting on me’ then you should know it is rather ineffective to do so by commenting on someone’s appearance in a negative way,” Logan replied coolly.

Janus flushed and pulled his hand back as if burned. “I was not—I wouldn’t—you have three boyfriends!”

Logan took the book and added it back to his stack. “I am not exhausted, Janus. You are merely reading into things.”

“Was that-”

“No, it was not intentional,” Logan interjected, raising a hand to his head. “Can we please focus on ending this time loop?”

“Not until you’ve gotten some rest.” Janus grabbed the books from Logan’s hands, guiding him to a darker, quieter corner of the library. He gestured to the wall. “Sit. Sleep.”

Before Logan could argue, a voice interrupted.

“Girl, I didn’t know you actually came to the library.”

Janus jumped and spun around to find Remy leaning casually against a nearby shelf, slurping noisily on his iced coffee.

“Remy? What are you doing here?”

“I heard you call for me.” Remy shrugged. “Just trying to be a good friend, unlike you.”

Janus frowned. “But I never said your name.”

“Sure you didn’t, babes.” Remy’s eyes flicked between Janus and Logan, lowering his sunglasses to wink at Logan before turning away. “Well if you don’t need me then have fun, you two, and don’t get caught.”

“Don’t get caught doing what?” Logan asked, clearly puzzled.

Remy saluted with two fingers as he disappeared around a corner. “Blondie can fill you in. Be careful.”

“Blondie…” Logan repeated, glancing at Janus’s dark brown hair. “Are you naturally blond?”

Janus’s fingers tapped nervously against the shelf of a nearby bookcase. “I have no idea who he’s referring to.”

“What was he alluding to before—”

Janus grabbed Logan by the shoulders and firmly pushed him into a sitting position in the corner. “You need to sleep, Logan and we are not going to continue our research until you have.”

Logan crossed his arms, fixing Janus with a flat look. “I hardly see how falling asleep in the middle of a library during a temporal anomaly is a productive course of action. If we fail today I will merely be as exhausted as I was today.”

“Maybe so,” Janus replied, refusing to relent. “But we need your full focus, and we won’t have that if you’re teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.”

Logan closed his eyes briefly, adjusting his posture against the wall. “I am hardly teetering. A more practical solution would be to locate some coffee rather than wasting valuable time on sleep.”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Using coffee to replace sleep when it’s not necessary is unhealthy, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Logan admitted, his voice softening as though he were already considering the idea. “But in the context of this time loop, it would have no long-term consequences.”

Janus sighed, setting the books he had been carrying down beside him. He slid to the floor opposite Logan, leaning against the wall. “Don’t worry, I’ll be productive enough for both of us while you rest.” He picked up the top book and flipped it open. “Maybe I’ll even find something useful while you do.”

Logan cracked open one skeptical eye. “Will you wake me if you do?”

Janus’s lips twitched. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Logan squinted at him for a long moment, then let his eyes drift shut. “Alright... I’ll try to sleep.”

“Good.”

Janus glanced up briefly from his book as Logan’s breathing began to slow and even out, his expression softening. It wasn’t often he got to see Logan like this—peaceful, unguarded. His gaze lingered for a moment, following the way Logan shifted slightly, resting his head on his arm.

A small, fond smile tugged at Janus’s lips before he turned back to the book in his hands. He flipped a page, but a faint hissing sound made him pause. His smile faded as his brows furrowed. He set the book aside and rose to his feet, his movements cautious.

The sound was subtle but insistent, weaving its way through the stillness of the library. Checking once more to ensure Logan was still asleep, Janus quietly followed the noise, his steps light against the floor.

The hissing grew louder, slipping between the shelves like a ghost. It stayed just ahead of him, eluding him, almost as if it were leading him somewhere.

“Where are you going now?” Janus muttered under his breath.

He followed the sound, catching only fleeting glimpses of the snake as it darted around corners and beneath shelves. The chase ended abruptly at the library doors, where the snake paused, coiled as if waiting for him.

Janus hesitated, his hand hovering over the door handle. Should he catch it now, stopping it from finding another victim? Or should he let it lead him, potentially uncovering the answers he’d been desperately seeking? What was it doing, and why had it come to him first? The questions gnawed at him, pulling at his curiosity until it outweighed his better judgment.

Pushing the door open, Janus stepped into the hallway, his eyes fixed on the snake as it slithered ahead, its movements swift and purposeful. It turned sharply into the gym, disappearing through the double doors.

Janus froze, his gaze flicking to the clock on the wall. His stomach sank.

He knew exactly who the snake was after now. Roman. And now he had no choice but to follow it into the gym, interrupt his class, and make a complete fool of himself in front of Roman and everyone else.

Janus groaned quietly, steeling himself. He was not looking forward to this.

[cheeriecherry]

I AM LOSING MY MIND THINKING ABOUT THE WEIRD ROOMMATE VIKTOR FIC I NEED IT NOW ASAP

With most of the school closed down because of the weather, there’s next to nowhere you can go to avoid Viktor: nowhere that would make sense, at least. He’s already caught on to the fact that you’ve been ignoring him, so if you were to up and disappear again, it would certainly damage your friendship, if it wasn’t already. You manage to get a couple more hours of sleep after initially waking though, tired after so many early days and late nights, but there comes a point when you’re not able to deal with laying down anymore; the stillness and silence becomes suffocating.

Viktor is in the same place you last saw him before your nap - sitting comfortably at the desk across the room, lazily going over his various notes and studies. He doesn’t notice you sit up in bed, too engrossed in whatever he’s working on, and you take a moment to get a good look at him. The circles under his eyes are darker than they usually are, and his complexion is more pallid and sunken. It hurts your heart to wonder if you’re the cause, knowing that your absence has likely been one of his sources of stress. And when you’d canceled your lunch meetings, had he actually eaten those days? It kills you to think that you have such an impact on him, both physical and mental, and you internally scold yourself for being so stupid about everything. So what if I have romantic feelings for him? You think, as you watch your friend scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Having him as a friend is more important. Making sure he takes care of himself is more important. But you know that you’re not going to be able to be his best friend if your head is always filled with the question of ‘what if?’. What if there was a chance? What if there wasn’t? You wouldn’t be able to rest until you knew for certain.

“Vik?” you say quietly, your voice halfway to broken. The man in question looks up from his work, his expression at first perturbed, and then concerned when he sees you staring at him with tears in your eyes. His soft utterance of your name, followed by his immediate rush to your side, is enough to make the tears bubble over. “I don’t want you to hate me,” you sniffle, as he sits down beside you on the bed. He doesn’t even need to ask you what the matter is; you’re so pent up with emotion that everything comes falling out before you’re able to stop it. “I don’t want to lose you! I don’t want my stupid feelings to drive a wedge between us and make it so you’re not my best friend anymore! But I can’t be a good friend to you if I’m so caught up on wondering if you could also have feelings for me, but if you don’t then I don’t want us to drift apart, and-” your voice cracks and you stop, wiping furiously at your eyes while you glare at the floor.

And then a warm pair of hands tenderly encircle your face, pulling you ever so slightly closer, thumbs gently smoothing away your tears. You risk looking up at Viktor, risk seeing his ire, but find nothing of the sort - instead you find his kindness, and his care, and the warmth he held only for you, shining bright in amber eyes. “You care for me?” he asks, a wide smile barely contained. You nod, begging him to not let your feelings ruin your friendship - but his smile only widens. “Zlatíčko,” He mumbles, leaning forward. You’re confused for a split second, until his gaze darts down to your lips: without thinking, you meet him halfway. The kiss is a little awkward, with neither of you really knowing what you’re doing: you’re both grinning like idiots, and you bump your nose into his by accident at one point, too. But regardless of your personal experience, when you finally pull back, you’re glowing and breathless. Viktor releases his hold in your jaw, and instead wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed to devolve into a fit of mirthful laughter. You’re not sure how long you lay there on top of the blankets, tucked up in his arms and listening to the beat of his heart: minutes, maybe hours. Despite the frigid weather outside, you’re warm and content and happy with Viktor.

[averagesadperson]

Comic Shop Meetings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

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Synopsis~ You’ve just moved to Ninjago City and stumble upon a comic book shop close to home. Hoping to find some StarFarer, you also find a handsome boy in green that’s eager to share his recommendations with you.

Notes~ hello! this is my first xReader fic so this kind of style is new to me, so please be nice lol. I pray I’ll get better, but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, its midnight so there might be some grammar and or spelling errors!

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A blast of cool air hit you in the face as you pushed open the front door to the comic shop. The slight ringing of the bell alerted the man at the front desk, who looked up at you and greeted you with a friendly smile.

“Hey, there. Haven’t seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah.” You paused to look around the store. There were only a few people browsing the shelves, a group of kids in one corner pouring over one shared comic, two teen girls in the magazine section, and a boy in green completely absorbed in an issue in his hands. You looked back at the cashier, “I just moved into the city recently. I was super stoked to see a comic store so close to home.”

“Well, welcome to Ninjago City, hope you enjoy your stay.” He bowed dramatically and you raised a hand to hide your giggle. “Is there anything, in particular, you're looking for today?”

“Would you happen to have any StarFarer here?”

“Ah, looking for the newest issue, are ‘ya? Well, you're in luck, Missy, we just got ‘em in yesterday. They’re right over there,” he points a finger off to right, “‘Ya see Greenie over there? Knock yourself out”

You nod your head and walk over to the aisle you saw the boy in previously, when you get there he’s in the middle of an issue with several others tucked under his arm. He doesn't seem to notice you as you slowly approach the wall of comics. You scan the shelves, searching for the first few issues of StarFarer. Unfortunately, when you do spot your desired comic, the boy in green is blocking your reach.

You let out a small sigh and gently reach a hand up to tap him on the shoulder.

“Ah!” He startles and looks at you, shutting the book. You feel a little guilty for startling him, plus, from what you saw briefly, he seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle scene. “Uhm, can I help you?”

“I'm trying to get to StarFarer, soo..” you gesture vaguely with your head, he seems to get it as his eyes widen and he quickly hops back with a quiet ‘sorry!’. Now that you’re up close, you notice his eyes are a vivid green, they mesh well with his messy blonde locks; the darker green of his hoodie really brings out the colour. It's a good look for him, you think absentmindedly. You nod your thanks and run a finger along the thin spines of the books.

“Oh, are you just starting?” He asks when he sees you pluck the first issue from the self. You glance back at him and make a so-so motion with your hand.

“Kinda, where I used to live, comics were hard to come by so I only have a few out of order copies. Wanna start the series properly.” You skip over issue two and grab for three and four.

“Really? How many did you have?” He tucks the book he was reading earlier under his arm, raising his now free hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes.

“Only three. But they were number two, six, and twenty-four. So, didn't really have a story” you laughed at his horrified expression. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad! But I didn't get antsy preeetty quickly.”

“‘Not that bad’!? I wouldn't be able to stay sane! You totally missed the best arcs!” He sets down his own comics and rushes up to shelves in a panic, scouring for, what you presume, a specific issue. You stand back with an amused smile, holding your measly three books, watching the handsome stranger fumble around. 

You startle back when he practically rips one from the shelf, shoving it haphazardly into your hands, immediately going back to searching. “That one is issue fourteen, that one introduces one of the best characters in the whole series! Her name is Jenna, total badass!” Two more slap against your growing pile “And those two are back-to-back storylines, so cool and such a cliffhanger! They’ve never done that before or since!” Another book flutters into your arms. “And that one they go to space! Space! Oh, and they introduce the coolest thi-”

He pauses and looks back at the sound of your giggle. You hold a palm over your mouth to calm your laughter but the doe-eyed look he throws at you causes you to burst into laughter. 

“Wow, your passionate!” He flushes red and now you can see a few freckles dotting his nose. “No, I love it! It's cute.” He flushes harder, fiddling with the drawstring of the hoodie. “But, unfortunately, I’m not really looking to spend hundreds on comic books today.”

He glances down at the pile you’re carrying and perks up. “Oh! Uh, right.” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck as he reaches to grab the extra issues and put them back into place. “Uhm, sorry. About the rambling.”

“I said it's fine, I appreciate it, actually. I’ll be waiting anxiously until I save up” you grab his books and hand them over to him, he smiles as he takes them, softly brushing your fingers with his own.

“Uh, you said you were new to the area, right?” he pauses for your response, and at your nod of confirmation, he continues, stuffing a hand into the baggy hoodie pocket. “Well, there's a cafe a few blocks away from here, I go there pretty often with my brothers, food’s pretty good. I could bring some of my copies down if you wanted to hang out sometime? I could show you around, too..? Doesn't have to be tomorrow or anything!” he cringes back by the end of his rushed sentence, a wobbly smile scrunches up his cheeks, and he internally waits for you to say no.

“I’d love to! But,” his smile drops immediately, rushing to wave his hands in front of you to say ‘that's okay! Totally fine!’ but your “I don't even know your name, yet.” makes him stop.

“Oh, uh, L-Lloyd! I’m- I’m Lloyd. Garmadon.” he shoves an open palm out between you two, cringing and pulling back after a few moments.

You grab his hand before it can retreat back into his pocket, giving him a firm shake, introducing yourself with a dramatized flourish. “And I’m Y/N, my fine sir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir Luh-Lloyd Garmadon.” you flash him a cheeky smile and a wink. His heart flutters and he can feel his heat prickle his cheeks again, he hides it behind a relaxed smile. To you, he seemed to melt before you, relaxing into the chill atmosphere you managed to set.

“So, does that mean you’re up for it?”

“Sure, I'm free this weekend?” you start to walk over to the front counter and Lloyd follows close beside. He nods enthusiastically, watching as you set your three books down and dig around for your wallet.

“Yeah, Saturday works for me, maybe around one?” you nod and smile, continuing to rummage around your wallet for the appropriate bills. Lloyd thinks for a second before setting a hand on your shoulder and speaking when you look up at him curiously. 

“Y’know what? How about I pay for you?” he cuts you off with a raised hand when he sees you begin to decline. “No, it's okay, I have an account here, anyway. If anything you're giving me points.” before you can argue, Lloyd gently sets his down on the counter and turns to the cashier, who talks to him with familiarity. He really must come here a lot, you think. You put your wallet back in your purse and reluctantly wait for the transaction to be done.

A minute or so later Lloyd walks up to you and hands you a dark blue bag with the store's logo on it. “Thanks, Lloyd, you didn't have to do that.” you both walk out the doors, the sun making you both raise a hand in front of your eyes to block the light.

“Seriously, it's fine!” he says, turning to you.

You ‘hmph’, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well then, I'm going to be paying for lunch on Saturday.” he opens his mouth but you cut him off. “No complaints.” he lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Yeah, okay, if you insist. How many volumes do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, as many as you can carry.” you giggle happily. “If you have any other recommendations too, I certainly wouldn't complain.” he nods determinedly. You raise a finger to point down the street to the right. “Well, I'm down there, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ll see ya then, Y/N. Uhm, it was nice to meet you!” he waves and calls to you as you start down the sidewalk. Your turn and look over your shoulder, sending him a smile and a wave as you turn the corner.

Lloyd’s hand slowly drops to his side, his smile melting into a permanent thing. Did.. did he just get a date? His face explodes into red and he quickly whips around, speed walking down the street to get to the Bounty. He needed to hound Kai and Jay for his missing issues ASAP.

[kurosstuff]

PLeAse! oh hi.

Everyone ignored this request idk why bUT

Okay, we are one and only maid at Beneviento and we are in love obviously. Somehow an assasin or sorts tried to kill Donna, but we prevented it. And now every lord thinks we are a traitor. Some tragedy, some drama, some torture if you will.

I love this request so much?? I didn't add Salvatore cause idk how to write him- at all so- sorry about that! And I may have forgotten Heisenberg until I reread this- SO um sorry!

Sorry this took so long to write

SO REREADING THE REQUEST I FORGOT YOU SAID MAID- IM SORRY. If you want me to rewrite it tell me

Warning(s): failed assassination(is that a warning idk); torture methods- gore- fluff then angst. Some hints/thoughts of su***de- BUT never actually talked about just hinted!! Slightly detailed leading up to death?. Noose mentioning

Y/N used

Donna Beneviento x Reader: Bad Choices

Every month during a big commission- Donna will stay in her workshop. Working herself dry- until she passes out from hunger or exhaustion. Or both. She'd kick Angie out to make sure there's no distractions. So she can do her work in peace.

That's where you came in

"Donna love" you called out knocking on the door "please come rest" Donna smiled softly putting her almost finished doll down.

"Alright"

Stubborn as she is she can't help but agree- she wouldn't want you to grow concerned for her during this time. Placing the paintbrush down she set the doll on a shelf to dry- grabbing a Towel she whipped her hands before turning towards you. Smiling softly her face full of devotion and love- walking towards you she linked her arm with yours

"I believe a nap would do wonders on my mind my dear" Donna spoke softly- Angie running about in the small distance like a toddler would on a playground- but more wild.

"I can't help but agree"

It took three minutes to get Angie to take a nap- the last one minute ended with a bribe. Bake cookies and watch whatever movie she picks out- can the doll eat? No. Does that stop her? Also no. If Angie could she'd currently be drooling in her bed at the thought of the cookies- even though she can't taste it.

Another three minutes spent taking the time to get ready for the nap. Taking turns brushing the others hair while giggling about whatever was on your minds. That all ended in bed- Donna curled into your side her arm stretched out to wrap you into a warm embrace

"I love you"

"I love you more dear"

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A noise woke the dollmaker up. A creaking sound down the hall- the light sleeper she's known for any noise would awaken her. Yawning softly Donna carefully pulled herself away from your arms. Stopping to make sure you didn't wake up.

Angie must have gotten up again.

Standing up Donna stretched her back popped in a satisfying way before grabbing heryour jacket zipping it up she rubbed her face sleepily. Out of habit grabbing her veil to a wear without a thought. Walking out of the bedroom she started down the hall to the kitchen- only place Angie could be at this hour.

Donna stopped before she turned the corner- even mostly asleep she still felt something off about tonight. She turned to look interesting living room in deep thought. A slow chill swept over her as she did. Her eye caught the window still open- the current blowing gently from the wind. Huffing she walked over closing and locking it

"Can't believe we forgot to clo-" she stopped. No one's been in this room since yesterday. Her heart pounded harshly against her chest. Before she could even yell a fist collided into the side of her head- blinking she couldn't do anything but fall- looking up her ears rang- burned in pain. She looked terrified at the man infront of her- standing up wobbly from the shock and hit to the head- Donna blinked her mind racing. Thinking quickly she screamed out loud- bloody murder in hopes to wake you up- her dolls slowly waking up to come to her rescue.

She only hoped you'd be safe

Slamming into Donna the man didn't give her anymore time to think as he pulled his knife out to stab her- almost successfully doing so if you didn't yank him off sending a punch his way. Donna screamed her dolls finally flying off from where they peacefully laid stabbing the man in his legs and back. Blood was spilled only driving him to even more violence- slashing infront of him wildly he caught your stomach gaining mad once you back up holding your stomach bleeding out.

"NO! PLEASE GET OUT"

Donna sobbed grabbing her scissors to hopefully to scare him off. He barely budged when the shears dug into his shoulder. "Fucking freak" he barked out rushing forward yanking Donna's by her veil pulling it off. He grimaced disgusted by what he saw. An imperfection. Before he grinned. He saw the look of horror in her face when he saw her- the real her.

"You really are a freak ain't ya? Fucking disgusting" pulling his knife from his side out he whipped it on his bloodied shirt. "Here. I'll be nice. Don't wanna look? Don't have to if your blind" cackling to himself Donna cried begging him to let go. Reaching his hand up he struck down missing by just a kick- his aim landing onto Donna's side causing her to scream wildly. Her anxiety spiking- your vision blurred you sprung forward yelling.

Everything became a mush of blood and yelling. You weren't sure what was happening exactly just aware you were fighting him off still. Everything became woozy from the blood loss before everything became black. You fell with a thud.

The last thing you heard was a scream

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Waking up your body was sore. Everything hurt- like you were thrown into something hard. You shivered- it took a moment before everything cleared up. Blinking you looked around confused. A cell. A cold wet cell. You were in a cell. Sitting up you hissed in pain- looking down you took note of the bloodied shirt cut up showing stabbed wounds from the fight with the-

Donna

Fear

Footsteps came down the hall- clicking of heels. The only one you could think of that owned these types of cells. Lady Dimitrescu. Bending down she entered the cell. One look at her face and you knew.

She was pissed

"W-wait what happened to Donn-" "Don't you dare say her name" your face stung. You looked up at Lady Dimitrescu in confusion before realizing. She slapped you grabbing you by your hair she dragged you out of the cell.

"Ow-" a glare sent your way you thought it would be wise to keep silent.

"How dare you. Use her in such a way. Made her believe-" sucking in her breath. The tall lady yanked you up throwing you into a chair. "You disgust me. She loved you."

"I lov-"

"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw it. The blood all around her. The knife in your hand." Blinking tearfully you recalled the events. The knife in your hand...? Oh god

"No you've got it wrong I- I'd never hurt her-"

"But she is."

Your blood ran cold. "Sh- she is? Will she be ok?" Lady Dimitrescu scuffed in disgust but other wise didn't say anything nor did she give you any comfort by ramming you into anything she could possibly pass in the halls. Each corner burned as the gashes on you opened again- bleeding badly.

The cold wet tiles under you did nothing to help you- the broken glass from whatever used to be there didn't either. Just added to your current injury. As you were being dragged off you thought. Why was she behaving like you did something? Like you hurt Donna? You'd never do such a thing.

Not her.

Never her.

"Mother Miranda wants to see you" Lady Dimitrescu spoke her voice full of disgust. Sending a glare your way to warn you of any speaking out of turn. "If it were up to me if feed you to those annoying pests out there. But unluckily for you Mother Miranda wants to see you for what you did."

A door opened and the next thing you knew you were tossed into the room Mother Miranda stood her back towards you. Dread filled you. Something bad was about to happen and you had no idea what it could be. Lady Dimitrescu stood directly behind you pushing you to kneel aggressively. She waited until your gaze fell to the ground.

"Mother Miranda i have brought the... traitor" she spoke clearing her throat. Her voice boomed unlike the usual calm almost respectful she spoke with venom. Venom laced in her voice because it was spoken about you. To Mother Miranda of all people.

Looking up was a mistake

Finally turned around, Mother Miranda stared into your eyes. Cold eyes stared into yours through her mask. You couldn't exactly make out what she could be feeling given her mask but. You could tell she wasn't happy. She was pissed.

"Y/N." Mother Miranda spoke after a while of just staring silently. "What do you have to say for yourself." It was no question. But a demand. When you didn't speak, Lady Dimitrescu grabbed you - her nails dug into your shoulders harshly. Yanking you forward towards Mother Miranda. You still sat kneeled infront of her

"Are you aware of the accusations placed upon you? By Lady Dimitrescu herself. The proof." That you did it left unsaid, but you were more than aware of what she left out. Mother Miranda clicked her tongue in annoyance. It became silent. No noise, even from behind you. She stepped forward. Her heels clicking as she goes towards you. Stopping in front of you, Mother Miranda leaned down close to your ear

"No one hurts my child and gets away with it. Not when I have anything to say about it." You froze in fear. Pissing the Lord's off is one thing - terrifying in its own right but making Mother Miranda mad? You'd much rather deal with anything else than whatever horrors you'll face.

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"Time to make an example of you."

The rare sleep - if you weren't getting hit. Punched. Choked - it was painful. The only relief of it was when you were knocked out during it all. But waking up bloodied and in pain? The worst type of pain

"Come on. Get up" a harsh hit to your bloodied stomach woke you from your sleep. Looking up you looked at Lady Dimitrescu silently too tired to ask- and knowing better then doing so.

"It's time," she smirked her face dark. "How I've waited for this day." Yanking you up without a word, she dragged you down the hall. Only difference was that she was being careful. Too careful- it sent a shiver down your spine at what she could be planning now. Blinking your face hit the floor. Looking up you saw yet again Mother Miranda sitting in a chair this time infront of you.

You stayed silent

"I've been thinking. Long and hard about a fitting punishment for you, " like the treatment you were being given wasn't even a punishment. Humming she mumbled to herself. Standing up Mother Miranda cleared her thoat

Missing what she said, you let yourself be carried away - unsure of what was happening. No one was telling you anything. No one was believing you. The cold stares of disgust in everyone's face made you want to vomit. What happened to Donna? Why did they think it was you.

Everything went black. Everything was muffled. The voices around you talked yet you couldn't figure out what anyone was saying- hands roughly yanking you up causing you to hiss at the pain. Your body hurt. Everything hurt.

"What better yet to make sure this won't happen again then.. to make it public?"

"What?" Donna froze, staring at Alcina- her face paled at what she just said - at the realization. "they didn't do this."

-

The two of them sat in silence after you left. Mother Miranda moved to sit in her chair again. Rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. "Seeing them brings me great pain from what they've done to my daughter." She spoke "my daughter. She hurt them"

With a buff from her cigarette holder, Lady Dimitrescu looked over. "They deserve what's coming to them. Tricking poor Donna only to betray her.. it's sick" they both agreed silently that it was sick- the thought of gaining trust- making the person fall in love- waiting until their guard was down to attempt murder-? What a sick thought.

Footsteps echoed down the hall rushing towards the door they were in. Mother Miranda stood in attempt to compose herself. A maid rushed in before anyone could ask she hurriedly panted out

"Lady Beneviento is awake!"

Without a word, they rushed out of the room to the one down the hall- opening it there laid Donna covered in bandages- laying their looking more refeshed than when she was brought in practically on deaths doorstep. Looking up she smiled at them

"Donna!" Rushing to her, they started checking her over, ensuring her injuries were better than before - and to their delight they were, they both spoke at the same time unable to keep up Donna let them continue for a couple minutes more glancing at the door every now and again

"My dear sweet daughter-" Mother Miranda spoke reaching over she cradling her face gently to look her in the eye.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes mother"

"Did you get enough rest?"

"Yes mother"

"You can get more- you only slept for about 3 weeks"

"No m- wait." Donna stopped, causing the two to look at her - actually look at her. They noticed how drained she looked while looking refreshed - how she kept looking at the door

"Don't worry. The one who hurt you will not be coming back" Alcina spoke reassuringly. Nodding towards her Donna looked at the door.

"That's not who I'm wondering about.." seeing their confused faces- it cause worry to sink in.

".. where's Y/N?" The room became silent. Mother Miranda hummed at the fleeting thought of what was to come to them. She cleared it up

"We took that traitor in"

Donna looked over, confused - Alcina cleared her throat. "After they failed at killing you, I took them to my celler," she attempted to clear it up.

Silence filled the room. The two lords stared in silence- Mother Miranda stood frozen for another time. Guilt filled them. Terror of what would eventually come. The signs pointed at you being the one who attempted to kill her- Donna.

"What did you do."

But it was wrong

They were wrong.

They just hoped they can make it in time. Before it's too late.

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The three of them raced down the hall as fast as they could. Alcina barked out orders for any passing by maids. "GET OUT OF THE WAY OR YOU'LL BE THE NEXT WINE" is a threat no one wants to hear from their lady nonetheless. Everyone hurried out of their way if they didn't Want to be crushed.

Throwing the doors open, the three of them raced down the stairs and to the town - it was a shock to the townspeople to see two Lords running wildly like they were fearful much less their own Goddess. One look at Mother Miranda and everyone decided it'd be best to stay out of this. But the look on her face sent fear into their hearts.

Panting from the run, Donna looked around helplessly, with no sign of you anywhere until she heard cheering. Looking to the left of her down the side between the bakery and some random house stood a crowd. A cheering crowd. A weird feeling crept into Donna's stomach and up her throat - like the feeling of throwing up but not.

She didn't know why she felt that way until she heard what they were saying exactly

"KILL THEM"

"TRAITOR TRAITOR!!"

The three of them pushed through the crowd, who became quiet upon seeing them. Donna gasped. There, in the middle of the crowd, sat a small stage. One used for plays - entertainment. This was no normal entertainment. It was a sick form of one. A sick, twisted thought of entertainment. A sick punishment.

A public execution.

There you stood. On a chair. Arms tied behind your back. They at least gave you the privacy of covering your face. A noose wrapped around your neck. It dawned on them on what was about to happen

"I ORDER YOU TO STOP," Mother Miranda yelled out. Everything froze like time slowed down. Donna caught sight of the one holding the rope let go.

They were too slow.

With a loud sickening crack, everything became silent. No words were spoken. No one moved. Then the cheering began- they rid the town of the one who dared harm their Lord.

The assassin failed to kill Donna themself. But where they failed- the lords and Mother Miranda helped. They unknowingly helped destroy Donna's will to live. Her spirit from what they've done to the one person who loved her what she was. Who she was.

Donna stood frozen - unsure of what she saw was real. Was it real? The pain in her chest felt real. The wettness on her cheek felt too real to be a nightmare. The realization kicked in- her lip quivered. Falling to her knees in a sob- a broken sob. Her breath hiccuping from her loud sobs- her screams of pain holding herself. Donna pushed into the ground- the words she spoke muffled from her sobs and ground. It was the loudest anyone's ever heard her.

They killed Donna in the worst way- a fate worse then death.

They took away her heart- her will to keep going. Donna lived for you- and now you're gone.

There's nothing anyone can do

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

That Time | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I am currently struggling through my monthly nightmare and had a rough time of it yesterday. Never have any of my past boyfriends ever been nice or considerate about it, so I wrote this to compensate lol.

As always, send any comments, requests, and/or suggestions you may have! 🥰

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Bucky’s heart rate quickened as he walked into your bedroom and saw you curled up in the fetal position on the bed. He didn't like the way your eyes were squeezed shut, the way your brow furrowed.

“Woah, woah, hey,” he hastened his pace toward you leaned over your tense body. “Are you okay, baby?”

Your eyes opened and found Bucky’s stormy blue ones staring down at you, swimming in a pool of worry.

“Having a uterus is a fucking scam.”

Bucky’s head cocked to the side absentmindedly, confusion colored his face.

“I’m on my period, Buck.”

A knowing look crossed his face and a bit- but not all- of the concern melted away. “Ohhhh, right. I’m sorry, sweets.”

You shrugged, acting as though it didn’t feel like your insides were being relentlessly poked with hot pitchforks. “It’s fine- nothing I’m not used to,” you srugged and closed your eyes once again.

“Well is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, has hand stroking your shoulder.

Asking Bucky for help wasn't something you liked to do. His life was hectic enough as it was, and he’d gotten back from a long, tiring mission just two days ago. The last thing you wanted to do was make him wait on you hand and foot while you complained- especially when he'd been through exponentially worse pain.

But when your cramps had hit you earlier that afternoon, you’d been so incapacitated that you’d been unable to grab your heating pad or any form of pain relievers. And so, you asked him for a simple favor.

“Um, could you just grab me some ibuprofen? And my heating pad- it’s in the closet, second shelf to your left. If you don't mind.”

"I don't mind at all," he pressed a kiss to your cheek before securing the items you’d asked for. He plugged in your heating pad, turned it on, and handed it to you before giving you two ibuprofen your water bottle.

“Thanks, Buck,” you stared up at him in adoration. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to sit here with me.”

He rolled his eyes at you with a loving smile and stayed right where he was, leaning against the bed. “Did you eat when you got home, doll?”

You shook your head. The pain got far too intense far too fast; you couldn't even think about food when you got home from work. Bucky sighed; he hated that even though you took amazing care of him, you never did the same for yourself.

“What are you in the mood for, baby? I’ll make you anything you want…" he shrugged, "and if I can’t make it, I’ll order it.”

You were quiet for a moment, mulling over your favorites in search of something that sounded good. “Ohhhh, I could really go for chicken biryani from that place on sixth- Clay Pit,” you said, before adding- “extra naan”.

With a nod, he grabbed his phone and submitted an order for delivery. Whatever you wanted, whatever you craved, he was going to get it for you. After ordering your biryani, extra naan, and some saag for himself, he crawled onto his side of the bed. “Alright, food’s gonna be about half an hour,” he said, “anything you wanna watch? Or would you prefer it quiet?”

A smile tugged upward at the corners of your lips and you slowly rolled over toward Bucky, letting out a quiet groan as you did so.

“Um, I’m kind of in the mood to watch this one movie… but it’s a total chick flick,” a bit of embarrassment seeped into your voice. He laughed and reached for the TV remote, waiting for you to tell him the title.

“It’s called John Tucker Must Die.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, "Well, now I'm intrigued." He typed in the name and pressed play.

The opening credits rolled and you leaned into a Bucky’s side, letting him weave his strong, metal arm around you. The familiar movie always brought you comfort, reminding you of sleepovers with your high school best friends- but nothing, you realized, had ever brought you as much comfort as Bucky.

[volleychumps]

Hi hi! Can I get a tendou, oikawa, kageyama and atsumu after a fight where they make up? Fluffy ending please! ❤️

I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE- TURN IT UP

Aftermath of a Fight w/ Their S/O- (Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu) 

Warning(s): slight angst in some of these, implied nsfw (by Atsumu ofc lmfao), but no direct nsfw themes 

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Tendou 

“...sunshine, open the door.” 

“Don’t sunshine me.” 

The snap of your voice had the redhead flinching, fist that had been risen to softly knock on the wooden door sinking along with the weight in his chest. Tendou taps his forehead against the door, hearing your soft whimpers on the other side. 

“Y/N, please-” He starts, wincing when the door is suddenly flung open, red eyes widening when you bump your shoulder with his in passing. Desperately, he reaches his hand out abruptly to snatch your wrist before you can stomp irritably to the front door. 

“Satori let go.” Heat brimmed your eyes as you refused to meet Tendou’s pleading ones, 

“Hell no. You’re going right back into that bedroom, tuck yourself into the sheets, and let me make you as many mugs of tea as you want.” 

His attempted joke had cracks in his voice, and you find yourself wavering before finally meeting his eyes, lip quivering. You wanted this to be over, and the way Tendou’s lips had stretched into a strained smile in a sad attempt to not let you see how much he really just needed you made you begin to raise the white flag. 

“I don’t want tea.” You mumble finally, Tendou’s head lifting all of a sudden as his eyes brighten. A yelp tumbles from your lips as Tendou’s long arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he hugged you tightly to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with his slender fingers entangled in your hair.

“I’m sorry for snappin’ at you, sunshine.” 

“All this because I knocked over your manga shelf?” A choked laugh escapes your lips as Tendou pulls back, mock-offense in his eyes while keeping both hands on the sides of your face. 

“They were alphabatized!” 

“Whatever.” You sniff, tears now dry on your cheeks as your thumbs wipe at the corner of Tendou’s eyes, looking up at him doe-eyed. 

“...Can we get into bed together?” 

Tendou’s grin was wide as he lifted your hand to his lips, scarlet eyes filled with now feigned sadness as he kisses your knuckle.

“But then who would bring us tea?” 

“I don’t want tea, Satori!” 

Oikawa

“They don’t mean anything to me, Y/N.”

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You bite back, jerking away from Oikawa’s motions to help you drape your jacket off your body as you do it yourself. The brunette sighs, slipping his frames off his face to wipe at them with the end of his shirt, not looking up.

“You don’t have to. I know when you get like this, and you didn’t have to make a scene.” 

“A scene?!” You blink in disbelief as Oikawa puts his frames back on, shaking his head slightly as if getting annoyed all over again. 

“What do you want me to do? Physically push them away?” 

“How about, I have a girlfriend so hands off?” 

“I guess there just isn’t any winning with you, is there, Y/N?” 

You chuckle humorlessly, turning on your heel to face him head-on with a lump in your throat. “Well then why keep up the flirting act right in front of me? Unless it’s not an act, then-” 

“How could you even say that?” 

Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat, watching your eyes well up with unshed tears of insecurity as you huff, throwing your jacket on the couch while turning around. 

“Because maybe they’ll be good enough for me to lose you.” Your voice came out in a whisper, but they didn’t fall on deaf ears as the tears now streamed freely down your cheeks. Gently, Oikawa’s arms pull you into his embrace as chocolate-orbs now riddled with guilt peer down at you, not flinching when you push lightly on his chest. 

His hold on you tightens, mumbling into your hair. 

“They’re not you, princess.” 

Oikawa couldn’t help smile slightly at the way you relaxed at the nickname, seeing he was no longer calling you by your given one, as he placed a gentle kiss atop your head, not minding the dampness on his shoulder. 

“No one’s like you, so don’t think for a goddamn minute that there’s someone better, because I can guarantee you-” 

You whimper a little when he lifts you by the chin, kissing one of your teary eyes now rid of any anger as his own stare sweetly at you through black frames.

“There isn’t.” 

Kageyama

“Um, is it “National Ignore Your Significant Other Day” or are you pissed at me about something?”

“Hm. Funny joke for someone who pretends like it’s that holiday every single day.”

You don’t miss a beat, not looking up from the manga you were reading as you lay on your back upon your bed. Kageyama huffs at the fact that you don’t even spare him a glance before he takes a cautious seat on the edge of your bed. 

“What are you talking about?” Kageyama just wanted cuddles. After a grueling practice yesterday and not seeing you wait up for him today, all he wanted was to fall asleep next to you. 

“Nothing.” You say easily, and Kageyama frowns when he sees the slight tremble in your hold as you flip through the pages. Your eyes stay on the inked paper as Kageyama concentrates really hard, slipping off his jacket before blue-eyed widen in realization as he stops taking his jacket off mid-way. 

“Shit....shit wait, yesterday wasn’t our ten months, was it?” 

“And they say romance is dead.” You quip, letting the manga fall to your side as your eyes lock onto your ceiling with a heat threatening to spill over. “It’s not like you stood me up or anything, so don’t worry.” 

“Oh, well that’s good-” 

“Tobio, baby that was sarcasm.” You can’t help the venemous edge to your voice before you huff, Kageyama blinking in bewilderment as you turn on your side, facing away from him. You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I-I’m sorry...Y/N, I really forgot-” 

“Because it wasn’t important to you, right?” You laugh a little, no humor behind the sound as you trace patterns onto your bedsheets. “Not as important as volleyball?” 

“Don’t say that.” His words were harder now, and you gasp a little when Kageyama sits you up, forcing you to face him while glaring slightly at you, a blush on his cheeks. 

“You...I thought today was the date. That’s why I stayed extra hours yesterday...so I can give all of today to you, and I fucked up, but...” 

Kageyama clicks his tongue, shuffling around in his jacket pocket before emerging with a chain, a single charm holding two letters on it- kt. 

“I’m sorry I’m a dumbass sometimes. Just...can I put this on you? And then can we just sleep and then wake up so we can go to some ridulous fancy-ass dinner?” 

The moisture in your eyes was no longer of sadness as you lurched forward, kissing him sweetly on the lips as Kageyama sighs in relief at your touch, pressing the small of your back against him to close the distance even further- 

it was all he had wanted, after all. 

Atsumu

“You’re not mad at me right now, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I’m not? Thank you for the sudden revelation!” You gasp in shock, Atsumu hot on your heels as you furiously walked down the halls of one of the Black Jackals tournaments. 

“Okay, you might be a little mad-” 

“I’m pissed, Atsumu! That was your image, and people already think I’m messing it up-” You spin on your heel, sighing when Atsumu has to physically stop himself from crashing into you. He visibly wilts, and you swear you can see puppy dog ears atop his head as his shoulders sink. 

“What happened to Tsum Tsum?” 

“That’s all you heard?!” 

“Why would I give a fuck about what the people think?” Atsumu blinks innocently. “All I care about is you...is that so wrong?” 

You bite your lip, knowing he was being cute on purpose before rolling your eyes, trying not to give in. 

“You don’t threaten the people in the audience, Atsumu!” 

“Uh, yes I do if they’re eyein up my girl, sweetheart.” Atsumu’s brow raises as if he can’t believe this is even a discussion. “That ass is mine.” 

“Atsumu!” You scold, cheeks flooding with heat as the passerbys look at the two of you strangely, prompting Atsumu to huff while crossing his arms.

“Don’t call me that!” 

You groan, knowing there was no winning with your man-child of a boyfriend before Atsumu���s lips begin to lift, knowing he had successfully dispelled of your annoyance. 

“Just...you make me so tired, you know that?” 

“Aw, darlin’“ You can’t help the smile on your lips when he kisses your forehead sweetly, trailing down to your nose while hitting you with that shit-eating smirk. 

“It’s what I do best.” 

“Is everything about the bedroom with you?” 

“Well, it is when you’re standing here in front of me looking like you want me to-” 

“Public, Tsum Tsum! We’re in public.” 

“Didn’t care then, don’t care now. Lighten up, sweetheart.” 

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[bubblyhoney]

win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

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Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

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[writerofthecourt]

reciprocal

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary: for the past few days, the injuries on sakusa’s body couldn’t just be attributed to his soulmate’s clumsiness anymore. it was up to him to figure out the truth of the matter

warning: some references to bullying, some blood and injury

a/n: if this story seems familiar to anyone, it’s because i had a quotev account back in the day that used this same premise with different haikyuu character

Bruises and scrapes were a common sight that littered Sakusa’s body. With a soulmate such as yourself, it was no surprise to anyone that Itachiyama’s ace was usually painted black and blue from his injuries.

Soulmate bonds were both a blessing and a curse. To be so intimately connected to someone to the point of sharing and manifesting their pain was the tragic beauty of having a soulmate. Some people found this to be romantic, while others found it to be a liability. For Sakusa, it was more of a nuisance than anything, considering your unique ability to be so undeniably clumsy.

For the past few days, the injuries on Sakusa’s body were becoming much more frequent and annoying, especially since they were starting to become a hindrance during volleyball practice. When he had asked you about this issue, you had just smiled and pretended to be clueless. His worrying only lessened once you had repeatedly assured him that you were fine and sent him off to practice with a peck on the cheek.

Of course, everything would have been fine if it wasn’t for the pain now igniting from his right shoulder. The pain was so great that Sakusa felt his knees hit the floor, his hand clutching the spot where the pain was radiating from. Practice immediately halted as his teammates gathered around in worry.

Komori was the first one to reach him as he kneeled next to the ace. “Are you all right, Sakusa?”

“I’m fine,” Sakusa managed to say, though that was a complete lie. His shoulder felt like it had been set ablaze, and the wince on his face wasn’t convincing anyone.

“Maybe you should sit out for the rest of practice, Sakusa,” Iizuna calmly suggested.

“I said I’m fine. Let’s just get back to practice.”

Reaching out for Komori’s hand, Sakusa hoisted himself back to his feet and returned to his place on the court. Soon enough, everyone else began to follow his lead.

“I wonder what that was all about,” Sakusa heard his captain mumble.

“[Y/N]-chan probably fell or something,” Komori tried to rationalize before noticing the confused look on Iizuna’s face. “Oh, [Y/N]-chan is Sakusa’s soulmate, and she’s super clumsy. Don’t worry, this is normal for them…I think.”

“If you say so…but make sure Sakusa checks up on his soulmate. Just in case.”

Sakusa couldn’t help but scoff as he tuned out the rest of Komori and Iizuna’s conversation. He didn’t need to be told to check up on you, he was already planning to have a ‘little’ talk with you sometime tomorrow, and he was expecting answers.

Returning his attention back to practice, Sakusa tried to focus on his spikes and not the wave of concern that washed over him when his mind drifted off to the thought of you.

At the beginning of lunch the very next day, Sakusa promptly left his seat and made his way down the hall to your classroom. Loudly sliding the door open, a few students jumped in surprise and fear as Sakusa glared into the room, searching for his target. Spotting you at your desk, he quickly marched in and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you away to a remote corner of the hallway.

“Kiyoomi, you’re hurting me!” you said as he trapped you against the wall. Realizing that the pain was beginning to manifest on his own wrist, Sakusa immediately let go of your arm, but his glare stayed ever present.

“What happened?” he demanded more than asked.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

Not wanting to play this game, Sakusa brought up his hands and started to undo the first few buttons of your uniform top without a single word.

“Kiyoomi!” you whispered indignantly as your face began to heat up in embarrassment.

Ignoring your protests, Sakusa pulled the sleeve of your shirt down to reveal your right shoulder. His eyes widened in shock before anger overtook his pretty features. Your skin, once beautiful and perfect, was now decorated with a dark purple bruise. He had seen the same discolouration on his own shoulder earlier that morning when he was getting dressed, but he didn’t want to believe it.

He raised a hand to gently brush his fingers against the injury, but he immediately retreated once he saw your face contort in slight pain.

“I guess there was really no point in trying to hide it, huh?” he heard you say.

“What happened?” Sakusa repeated in a lighter tone this time, now looking at you with gentle concern.

Sakusa saw something spiral within your eyes before you diverted your gaze, suddenly finding the floor to be much more interesting. He lowered his hand and laced his fingers with yours. If not for the current situation, he would have mused about how perfectly your hand seemed to fit in his.

“[Y/N], tell me what happened.”

“I-I bumped my shoulder against a shelf while cleaning up my room yesterday,” you mumbled as you started to play with your sleeves, a habit of yours whenever you lied.

“You don’t get a bruise this big just by bumping into something,” he reasoned with a frown.

“It just happened, okay?” you snapped quickly.

“I don’t see why you just won’t tell me!” Sakusa retorted angrily, now matching your tone. “You’re supposed to-”

“Kiyoomi!” you shouted, and Sakusa felt himself slightly taken aback with shock. “Just trust me, okay? I can handle this myself. I don’t want to keep relying on you for everything, so just trust me!”

“…Fine,” Sakusa conceded after a moment of silence.

Feeling agitated and defeated, Sakusa backed away from the wall before letting out a frustrated sigh. As he began to walk away, he suddenly felt something knock itself into his back. Your arms locked around his stomach as you leaned your head against his back.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for trusting me, Kiyoomi.”

Turning around to give you a proper hug, Sakusa securely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on top of your head, not at all minding the possible germs that came from this interaction. You were always worth it.

“You really are a lot of trouble, you know that?” Sakusa sighed while rubbing circles on the small of your back.

“I love you too,” you giggled.

Using the tip of your toes to reach him, you pulled down Sakusa’s mask and gave your soulmate a quick farewell kiss. After fixing his mask and your shirt, you sent Sakusa a small smile and wave before walking off to class. On the way back to his own classroom, Sakusa couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right decision.

“No,” Sakusa tried to convince himself. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Sakusa hated days when you had cleaning duties. It meant that you couldn’t walk with him to practice. His schedule was always busy, so Sakusa tried to spend as much time with you as possible, even if it was something as simple as holding your hand while walking to volleyball practice.

“And then he said, ‘What will you have after 500 years?’ And Mark was like—you aren’t even listening to me, are you?” Komori asked with an exasperated sigh, finally noticing that Sakusa’s attention was elsewhere.

“I can’t find my math notebook,” Sakusa replied plainly, still focused on rifling through his bag.

Komori paused for a moment before snapping his fingers in realization. “Didn’t you lend it to [Y/N]-chan at lunch today?”

Sakusa’s eyes lifted from his bag when he realized he had lent you his notebook. It wasn’t in his character to let anyone borrow his belongings, so whenever he did lend you something, it usually escaped his memory.

Sakusa muttered a low curse. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

Komori only grinned in amusement before walking off to the gym on his own. “All right, I’ll see you soon.”

Nodding his head, Sakusa turned back towards the school. If he had to guess, you would have to be done cleaning up the classroom by now, meaning that he’d have to hurry if he wanted to catch you in time.

Hurrying down the halls and up the stairs, Sakusa soon found himself turning the corner that led towards the second year classrooms. Although there was no one in sight, Sakusa picked up on the quiet murmur of some voices, along with girls’ laughter. He thought nothing of it until a large crash captured his attention, and everything turned dead silent. At that moment, Sakusa felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as pain jolted throughout his body, and he almost staggered off his feet to the ground.

That could only mean one thing.

Running to the classroom, Sakusa saw a sight that had his blood boiling like never before, and he felt his mind go numb. He didn’t even notice how his nails were slightly drawing blood, as he only felt rage at that moment.

You were lying on the floor, blood pouring from the cut on your head that you had probably received from being pushed against the desks. Three girls surrounded your unconscious body, looking around frantically and panicking at the turn of events.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Sakusa managed to shout out.

“S-Sakusa-san!” one of the girls jumped. “W-we were just playing around, honestly! We never meant for this to happen!”

“I’m not in the mood for your excuses,” he said before his expression turned dark. “Leave, now.”

In an instance, the girls were gone, shivering in fright as they ran off. Sakusa felt himself calm down a bit after releasing a shaky breath, but he soon felt his rage reignite when he saw that the wound on your head was still bleeding profusely.

Kneeling next to your body, Sakusa hoisted you up and began his trip to the nurse’s office. In the middle of his maneuvering, you had quietly woken up and reached for his forehead where blood was spilling from the same wound.

“Kiyoomi, you’re bleeding…”

“And why do you think that is?!” Sakusa snapped at the mention of your matching wounds.

Ignoring his comment, you chose to ask where you were going.

“The nurse’s office to fix your idiotic mistake,” he replied harshly.

After arriving at the office, the nurse gave you and Sakusa a questioning look, but she said nothing as she swiftly wrapped and bandaged your injuries. She soon left for a faculty meeting, leaving you at the mercy of a very angry soulmate.

You sat against the headboard of the office’s medical bed, while Sakusa stood across from you with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. His mask was no longer present, having been abandoned, as it had been contaminated by the blood of his injury.

“So,” you began. “Lovely weather we’re having…”

“That’s not funny, [Y/N]. Now, start explaining.”

“All right, all right,” you sighed. “I guess it started a few days ago. At first, they were small favours, like buying them a few drinks. Then the favours became more demanding…I tried to tell them today that I wasn’t going to be their little servant anymore, but you know how that turned out…”

“So the bruise…?” Sakusa asked inquisitively.

“Yes, it was them,” you answered quietly.

You said nothing as Sakusa continued to frown before he eventually asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you started. “I knew that you would worry. You’re already so busy with school and volleyball, I didn’t want to add to your list of worries…”

“…You really are an idiot,” Sakusa mumbled before running a hand through his hair. He soon moved to sit next to you on the bed and took a hold of your hands in his. “I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen carefully. We’re soulmates for a reason. We’re supposed to be there for each other. Whenever you have a problem, we’re supposed to solve it together.

“I know that I don’t always act like it, but I care about you, a lot. So just like how I can trust you, you need to know that it’s all right to trust me. You can always depend on me to be there for you.”

When he was done with his rant, Sakusa felt his cheeks lightly flush red as he saw your blank expression. He hoped that he didn’t say too much.

“All right, Kiyoomi,” you finally said, a smile beginning to appear on your face. “No more secrets.”

Smirking in approval, Sakusa leaned in and lifted a hand to tilt your pretty face so that you were staring directly into his eyes. His voice was low and seductive as his thumb lightly brushed against the corner of your mouth.

“Good. Because the next time you keep a secret from me, I’m going to have to punish you.”