#i was still kinda dozing and i held my position

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damn... kinda mad i didn't die in my dream last night... could've added another method to the list

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☣︎ Demons of The Darkened Mist ☣︎

☣︎ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female reader ☣︎ Word count: 6 k ☣︎ Warnings ☣︎ - cursing, mentions of death, injury, mentions of blood

☣︎ Summary: When the world was consumed by dark mist you got separated by the love of your life, Yunho. The survivor camp they sent you to was harsh and unbearable, but Yunho came and rescued you, the two of you then join Hongjoong’s crew which turns out to be challenging. Despite the angelic person he used to be, the dark world changes Yunho into someone you don’t recognize anymore.

Your bond, however, remains strong in a world scarce of hope and fragile trust, but will your bond actually prevail?

☣︎ A/N: Well, hello. Soo, this happened. My first Yunho ff lmao. I want to mention a few things before reading. It is a story that is part of the same world that I wrote with Hongjoong, but it can be read separately because they are kinda different stories. But I recommend Hongjoong's part as well because they are still connected and we can figure some things out from a different perspective. I hope it is not too confusing tho, I tried to put together the pieces. I might write San's story as well and if I get inspired then the others too. One last thing. Listen to IU's Love Wins All with the lyrics, because it describes their story so perfectly and it plays a huge part in the story (you'll see). *sorry for the mistakes* That is all. Byeee!

☣︎ Whispers of The Darkened Mist ☣︎ (Hongjoong's part)

When it happened, I was sitting in the college cafeteria with the love of my life. It happened quickly and we barely had time even to process it. The low sound of the sirens was the first thing we noticed. Hadn't paid much attention to it. But when we heard the voice of our headmistress, saying we needed to go to the hall where the opening ceremonies were held, that was the moment we started to get, that something was very wrong.

They did not let us go home or anywhere. We were closed up in the hall with hundreds of other students and our teachers. They did not tell us anything, they only told us we were not allowed to go outside. The signal on our phones was dead, we couldn't contact our relatives. Not like I had anyone to contact. Jeong Yunho was the only one for me and he was sitting next to me, so I wasn't concerned about my loved ones, mine was already by my side.

All of us were confused and some of us started to panic, was the end of the world coming to hunt us down?

Exactly that happened. I was sitting on the floor against the cold wall of the hall, Yunho, sitting next to me, his heavy head on my shoulder as he was dozing in and out of the real world. His blonde hair spread on my shoulder like a glory. He looked so angelic sleeping, his cheeks a little blushed, his veiny hands interlaced with mine. We were waiting for some reassurance from outside, some positivity that everything was alright, we were hoping they were going to tell us it was just a test and we passed so we could go home. But it never came. And I started to be uncertain of things. Especially when I saw the teachers whisper around each other with concern on their faces. I assumed then something was wrong, and I was sure when some figures with scary gas masks came into the hall, with weapons in their hands. Yunho snapped his head up at that and looked at me with questioning eyes as he squeezed my hand. I squeezed his hand back as he pulled me close to his chest. At least we were together.

But not for long. Those people with the gas masks separated us. I found myself in a room full of girls, away from Yunho, who was solely the only person that was by my side, that I could count on. And now they took him from me. I didn't know if I could see him anymore.

The masked men told us what was happening outside. The world was doomed. It was slowly consumed by dark mist that simply killed people within a few minutes.

The air was unbreathable outside. The only thing that made people's system work, was now gone. The air that was a pillar point of human life, that made humans live, now turned into the toxic air, that killed humans. How ironic was this? Something that once made you alive, now gasping for air that once saved you simply finished you.

They gave us gas masks; it was warm and it was stinking of steel and something I couldn't recognize. But it saved me and I was thankful for that because I needed to survive to find Yunho. Yunho was the reason I wanted to survive.

We were on a school bus when they told us we were going to a survivor camp, away from the population and they were going to train us to defeat the smoke that was spreading unstoppably. I didn't know if that was even possible. To defeat something that was in the air. It wasn't even a disease that could be cured. It was something unreachable for us people, so how could they expect us to defeat something we couldn't reach?

But with time I figured out their purpose. It was training us to survive. Survive until perhaps the mist disappears which can occur in years or even decades. We couldn't know. We only knew that we had to fight and train so that someday the world would return to its normal cycle.

Hope was a cruel thing. It made you keep going, it did not let you choose to give up. It was always there in the back of your mind, laying low, whispering to you things that were slowly impossible to happen. It was like a demon that possessed you. It took over and started to control you. We called it the survivor instinct.

That was why I understood why Yunho slayed down those men and women with his bare hands. The demon took over, it was buried deep down in his soul. But it was always there. I knew it was there he just hid it so well that I almost forgot it existed. When he started to punch those people we met and attacked us, I did not recognize my love. He turned into a monster and it was unstoppable until all of them were lying numb on the floor, their faces covered in blood, their chests not moving, their mounts open as their last move was gasping for air, that never reached their lungs.

 People's fate depended on the mist that had permission to lurk in our lungs if we let it, or on our kind that slayed each other mercilessly not even caring we should fight together, not against each other. But four years were long, people started to adjust to this new and dark world.

It was always dark, the black mist surrounded us everywhere. There were a few places where it couldn't reach, but those were already taken by powerful people. And if you don't find an ally that has a safe place to hide in. You were doomed. You had no chance.

Kim Hongjoong and his crew saved us with Yunho. We were running away from the smoke that chased us unstoppably. The smoke was spreading slowly at the beginning, it left us some time to escape from it, but after a while, there wasn’t any place to run. Then we needed masks, that we lost somewhere along the way as Yunho was pulling me by my hand, making me keep going, running away from the mysterious demon that chased us.

            We escaped the survivor camp together after one year of training there. We were in two separate survivor camps when Yunho found out where I was. Yunho was restless to find me. So, I was. It was empty without him; I barely could keep up. The camp was tough and they made us work so hard there were times when we collapsed on the floor, our strength leaving us. It was like military training but with the masks on. And it was more difficult doing it with the thing that saved you but at the same time made it harder to breathe and move. They taught us how to survive with physical but also mental training. They prepared us for the world mentally so we wouldn’t give up on our lives. There were times when I wanted to give up. But the thoughts of Yunho being alive and the moments when he appeared in my dreams encouraged me to keep going and to survive for him. I was determined to do so.

Then Yunho found me on a cold night outside, a mask covering his handsome face only his eyes visible, that I missed so much, I almost forgot how he looked. I was the guard that night on the west side of the building. I didn't recognize him at first, one year could change you, not only physically but mentally. Yunho looked more buffed than the last time I saw him. And his hair was black now. It made him more intimidating. The angelic Yunho I knew was gone. He was working so hard and it was visible on his body. He was wearing the green uniform like the men were wearing with gas masks, brown military boots, and a gun hanging from his shoulder.

He leaned down as he held me by my shoulders to steady me, preventing me from hitting him in the face. "It's me, angel. Yunho." He whispered as he looked behind him a little stressed, afraid of being caught.

I gasped, my mouth hanging open invisible through the mask. My heart started to race. After one year, I gave up hoping to see Yunho again. The light that kept me going was fading away slowly. But Yunho came in time, just as always. Giving me back the light I craved, which always kept me alive, even before the world wrapped into darkness.

"Oh my God, I thought I was never going to see you again." Tears flowed down my cheeks against my will, as I hugged him strong, wrapping my hands around his neck as he circled my waist lifting me. I teared up but I just didn't want to seem weak. But seeing him again made me feel relieved and I felt like I could breathe again, even though my lungs hadn't felt fresh air for a year now.

"I was sure I was going to find you, my angel." He pulled away a little and brushed my cheek with his hand where the mask showed a little skin as he looked at me with so much caring in his eyes. I knew I was between the right arms. "I'm proud of you for not giving up, I know it was hard for you." He leaned close to me his mask meeting mine as he leaned against my forehead, our lips could not meet but it immediately made my freezing heart melt into water that instantly flowed down my cheeks.

I just took his hand that cupped my cheek and closed my eyes, taking in his presence. "I'm grateful, Yun. I was so scared without you, but you were always in my heart and made me keep going." I nuzzled my masked face into his warm palms, that I missed so much.

He smiled at me genuinely as he pecked my cheek through the mask. "Let's get out of here." He said as he grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the exit of the camp that was a great shelter for one year. But a new chapter started and it was now with the most important person in my life and it did not matter where our way led us until we were together. We knew it was going to be difficult fighting against the world but we were facing challenges together and that was what mattered. We held each other's hands and ran away into the misty world to find a safe place so we could survive.

Running was what we always did since that day. We ran hand in hand not letting the other go, encouraging the other if one of us wanted to give up. And we ran on the day as well when Hongjoong found us. They offered shelter for us. We were so grateful for them. We didn't understand why they took us in, they probably pitied us, or even saw the strong survivor instinct in us and took us in, as we slowly became part of the crew. For three years now.

They were some determined people. Everyone had their job, and they took it seriously. I did not want to stay there, but Yunho insisted on staying there as they were our only chance to survive.

 Their leader was a scary person, it was hard to make him calm down. But a girl, whose name was Soohee, always succeeded in quieting the man down. She was a little rebellious as she did not always obey his commands. And it broke Hongjoong one day. It made him realize it was hard to lead this many people alone. He needed Soohee by his side and it made them powerful leaders. Just as the whole crew. We were feared by the survivors.

I was sitting in the single bed we shared with Yunho in the bunker that was made out of concrete, the walls cold and dusty. The room was dark, only a little lamp lighted it up. I was sketching in a black notebook that I found in an abandoned mall in the crashed city we were staying in for a while. I was so glad I found something that reminded me of my past life. Drawing was my savior back then. I was an arts major in college and it always set me free when I could draw something. I was good at reading people's expressions and emotions by only looking at them for seconds. Drawing the emotions of people made me forget the painful feelings that suffocated me all the time. My past was difficult and it made me grow weaker over the years. No one was there to save me. I was an orphan my whole life, I didn’t know my parents, let alone my relatives. But when Yunho came into my life, I saw the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

When Yunho came into our shared room with an angry expression on his face, I was drawing him, it was a portrait of him, his features sharp just as his gaze that stared into my eyes deadly. At least one side of his was like the devil, he even had a horn on the top of his right side, his eyes as dark as the mist that haunted us. The other side of him was like an angel. A half glory was shining above his head, his eyes illuminated, his pupils gone.

I illustrated the past and the present Yunho. Back then he was an angel who would never hurt anyone, he always made compromises, so it was good for everyone. But in the present where the dark mist was full of our demons, he changed. He was nothing like the old Yunho. He was capable of destroying the already destroyed world. He was capable of killing innocent people just because he needed something from them. He was capable of anything just to keep the people we met, that became slowly our family, to protect them no matter what. And I understood why was he like this. But sometimes I did not know if it was the same Yunho I fell in love with. This destroyed world made us do things we would've never done in our past life. And I guessed it was because survival was the most important thing in this empire and that made us do things that our past selves would be ashamed of.

Yunho sat next to me a little frustrated running his hand through his black hair. He was wearing a leather-like jacket teared up on the sleeves, with black pants and his black boots. He wasn't himself these days. He seemed lost and it made my heart break. I knew the people he killed that day, haunted him in his nightmares. There were times when he woke up in the middle of the night sweating and breathing heavily as he curled up to me for some comfort.

Five years ago, when the world was normal, he was the one who saved me from my demons. Now, it was my time to save him. I wanted to help, but he showed me his vulnerable side only when he woke up nearly crying in the middle of the night. The next day he pretended like nothing happened and it made me think he did not trust me anymore.

"What's wrong Yun? You don't seem like yourself these days." I said a little worried as he leaned his head on my shoulder leaving a chaste kiss on the crook of my neck.

He sighed. "What do you mean?" He snapped his head up to look at me a little triggered.

"You seem…lost." I averted my gaze from his sharp eyes.

"I'm okay." He scoffed as he pulled up his long legs to his chest, not caring about the sheets that he dirtied with his boots.

"Why are you lying? It's me, you can tell me." I looked next to me as he leaned his head against the concrete looking up at the ceiling.

He scoffed again. "I'm not fucking lying, Y/N. I'm okay. Why do you push this topic all the time?" His frustrated gaze met mine. Here it was that look again. The look of trying to seem like everything was alright. He tried to hide his demons from me, but he just couldn't. I knew him like the back of my palm, he could never lie to me. "I just came here to be with you a little, because you always hide here and you just always come up with this shit. I'm tired of this Y/N." He looked at me like I was a nobody. And it hurt.

"I'm just trying to talk to you because you are not yourself Yunho. Why can't you just let me help you?" My voice raised as I started to feel angry.

"I don't need your fucking help!" He said nearly shouting it at my face as he stood up walking from left to right. Those words went right into my soul, making it darken with venom that was eating me up from inside.

I looked up at him, my eyes following his triggered figure. "Why can't you just fucking look at me and talk to me like I'm a normal person?" I stood up from the bed. "I know you are not fucking okay. The nights when you wake up from your nightmares prove it, but you just pretend like nothing fucking happened."

He stood in front of me, his tall figure hovering over me as he shouted. "Because nothing fucking happened."

I scoffed. "Okay, you can't be helped. I'm sick of you pretending like everything is okay up there." I pointed at my temple. "I tried, I really tried to be next to you and support you, but if you don't let me in, I can't fucking do anything." My voice came out a little stumbled as I started to feel like I could cry at any moment.

"I don't see why the hell you are telling me these things. I am alright I just want us to survive, but you just can't get the fact I would do anything to protect you." He stepped closer to me his face beyond my personal space, as his voice raised more and more.

"I know, I fucking know. I saw it when you killed those people right in front of me." I shouted back to his face.

He seemed stunned for a second like the memories of him killing those people flashed in front of his eyes. "Those people would've killed us if I wouldn't have killed them."

"I don't recognize you anymore. Where is the old lovely Yunho?" Tears welled up in my eyes.

"The old Yunho is fucking dead. You have to love me like this or just don't. It's your choice." He was cruel. How could he say those things?

"Okay, well I can't be with someone who just can't let me in and trust me," I said feeling empty all of a sudden. I closed my emotions out; they had no place to be there at that moment.

He just looked back and forth between my eyes, contemplating if I was serious. When he realized I was, he just turned with a scoff saying "Fuck this, I'm out." And slammed the door shut, its noise breaking my heart into pieces. I just fell on my knees and stared at the dusty floor. I couldn't cry, my emotions went out with Yunho on the door hoping they were going to come back.

That day Yunho, San, Jongho, and Soohee went out to set up some traps for whom might attack us. Yunho didn't even look at me when Hongjoong told them to go out. He looked cold and numb to any feelings. So, I just let him be, he might get some "fresh air" outside and come back to his senses.

They came without any warnings. Yunho and the other were away for two hours now. Their staying out shouldn't have lasted that long, but we couldn't get in contact with them through the radio we always communicated with. The line was silent and we started to get worried.

But we had no time to think about what might have happened to them. Our base got attacked and there was chaos everywhere. All of us tried to defend the base that was our home for so long. We just couldn’t lose it. The guys that attacked us were all masked and well-armed. They were strong and we had just no chance at all. They were more in number than us. But we couldn't give up. I was fighting with my full power giving in all of the knowledge I learned throughout the years. A guy came and attacked me with a fucking sword. How could they even find something like that? I had two daggers that I could use quickly and hadn't left time for the other to even think. I quickly dodged the big sword that nearly sliced my throat. I bent down and quickly cut his calves. He fell on his knees in no time and I just quickly sliced his throat without any thoughts. Then there were more. They never seemed to run out of people. They just came and came and we fought with our hearts not letting them break through our defending line.

Some of us got hurt, and Hongjoong got stabbed in the back but he fought further like he wasn't even injured, like a real warrior. Then Seonghwa, Hongjoong's best friend revenged him by taking the sword in his hands, that was on the floor, and slicing the guy's head down who dared to stab his friend in the back.

It was chaos, Mingi was on the floor unconscious, and Yeosang tried to drag him out of the war that was in the big hall of our base. I looked around for a second and everyone seemed like losing the fight. All of us were on the floor covered in blood. Two guys came to attack me at the same time and I just had no chance at all. It was a bloodbath, it looked like a battlefield, the enemy close to victory, and we just couldn't do anything.

Just until these other guys came out of the blue. They started to slice down the enemy, they helped us. And we did not know why, but we fought alongside them and killed the enemy one by one. I couldn't breathe. I was lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling and thinking of my beloved Yunho. His face appeared before my eyes and suddenly I felt at ease knowing him by my side. I needed him. He was my oxygen but he wasn't by my side. How could someone breathe without any oxygen? There was no way. And then blackness swallowed me as I fell into a cold and dark hole.

When I tried to open my eyes, I saw white. It blinded me and I couldn't fully open my eyes. The ceiling was blurry and as I started to recognize the noises of our base, was the moment when I started to feel my body. It was screaming at me from pain. My head was aching so hard when I sat up, that I needed to hold my head in my hands and scream. The demons inside my mind have woken and wanted to escape. I breathed heavily when a particular noise hit my ears. It was the beeping sound of a machine, copying the unsure beats of a heart. I looked towards my right side and Yunho was lying on a bed the machine connected to his arms, a respirator on his mouth that helped him breathe—I didn't even know we had equipment like this—I understood now, why everyone wanted this base.

It was horrible and I gasped in shock when I saw him in a motionless position. I screamed his name out loud when I stood up immediately, but my legs went numb under me and I collapsed on the floor my hands reaching towards Yunho as tears rolled down my face. I started to crawl next to Yunho on the floor as my legs just couldn't work from the sudden shock that hit me like a train.

"Hey, hey, Y/N slow down!" I heard a soft voice coming from my side as two hands slowly lifted me from the dirty ground, holding me still like a strong pillar.

"Yunho," My voice cracked as I was crying my soul out. After all, my soulmate was lying unconscious and I did not know what happened to him. Because I wasn't by his side.

"Calm down, Y/N, he is going to be okay." The soft voice came again and I looked up to the face that belonged to the arms that held me strong. It was Seonghwa. He was nearly as tall as Yunho as I needed to look up at him. His sharp features now softened and his eyes were full of worry and empathy. His long black hair fell into his eyes, his plump lift curled down like he was trying not to cry, to show me he was strong.

"Wh-what happened with him?" I asked my voice getting weak.

"They…they found an airplane while they were outside. And they thought it was a good idea to drive it…they crashed into the ocean." Seonghwa's features were frustrated like he couldn’t believe they were so idiot to drive a fucking plane that they just found. It was stupid—I bet it was Yunho's idea.

"And how is he?" I buried my head into Seonghwa's chest not daring to look towards Yunho. It hurt seeing him like this. It made my already shattered heart break more.

"He's…he's in a coma. You two were out for two days already. It was like you were connected." I started to cry harder when I heard Seonghwa's trembling voice throughout his chest. "The nerves in his brain got injured severely and it put him into a coma. It's a defense mechanism of our body, it's better for him like this like suffering while he is conscious. He is going to wake up, we just need to wait for him, hm?" He pulled away from me and cupped my face leaning down. "You have to be by his side and help him through it. We are also here for you, okay?" He wiped my tears away as he looked at me softly.

I just nodded breathing in and out. I needed to put myself together for Yunho. I wanted to help him. "I'm going to get you some food, Yeosang made your favorite." He smiled at me, trying to breathe some life into me. He succeeded and I couldn't be thankful enough for him. I held his hands that cupped my face and closed my eyes.

"Thank you Seonghwa, seriously. I don't know what would we do without you." I looked up at him with a thankful smile.

"You guys would probably be dead by now. I could not count the occasions I saved yall's asses." He said as he walked towards the door. He was our crew’s medic; he was always there to take care of us. I smiled at him and watched as he left the room with one last encouraging smile.

From then on, I did not leave Yunho's side. I was sleeping beside him, whenever my thoughts were so overwhelming it knocked me out. Or I just sketched him into my notebook laying there in the bed not moving at all. The beeping sound of the machine slowly drove me crazy as sometimes I groaned at the noise and I wanted to crash it into pieces but then it would kill Yunho so I just started to doodle angrily into my notebook. There were occasions when I talked to him, letting him know my thoughts and telling him what was happening in the bunker while he was unconscious. Everyone missed him.

It was already two weeks since the accident. Yunho was still lying unconscious. It turned out a girl saved them, as she was right at the beach when they crashed and she pulled out some information from an unconscious San so she could call help for them. I knew the girl. It happened for us to be at the same survivor camp, she was a determined and unstoppable girl and I knew she was going to survive this cruel world. She was always distant from us in the camp, she did not let anyone close and I understood. She just didn’t want to see how her friends were going to die. So, she needed to keep up a wall that separated her from disappointments. She saved Yunho's and the other's lives and I was grateful for her.

Jongho and San made it out with smaller injuries just as well as Soohee. I wasn't angry at them for surviving but why Yunho needed to suffer the consequences? Why he couldn’t just wake up so I could hug him finally and ask for an apology for arguing with him about things that didn't even make sense? We were both tired and the glass was full it overflowed our boundaries and we both broke.   

As I was looking at Yunho's soft features sitting beside his bed on a chair, while he was struggling inside his mind, fighting down his demons, his face in this state reminded me of the old Yunho I fell in love with. His lips slightly curled up even in his sleeping state his muscles relaxed, the worrying expression that always seemed to be on his face recently, now gone.

An old memory of ours popped up in my mind as I watched his soft features.

I was filming Yunho with my video camera as we were walking around the streets of Tokyo. We decided to go on a trip with the two of us so we could spend some time together. It was dreamlike. It was spring, and the weather was still chilly a little. The cherry blossoms just started to bloom, and the petals of the flowers that already withered fell on the ground making it look like a rain full of pink petals. Yunho was wearing a brown long coat with blue jeans and black Converse shoes. His hair was dyed blonde making his features look softer. He looked like he came straight out of a K-drama. He smiled at me through my camera as I filmed him, the rain pouring at us as he held an umbrella in his hands, coming towards me with a pouting face because I had no umbrella. He held it above me and stood beside me, the umbrella giving us both shelter from the rain as we stood in a walking street. He leaned down and kissed me happily. I felt like my heart would explode from how happy I felt at that moment.

Then Yunho saw a karaoke bar and of course, we needed to go in, because he loved to sing. His voice was soft and made me feel at ease like I was in the best place I could ever be. No matter where I was until I was by his side.

I smiled at him as he was standing in front of me with a microphone in his hands, smiling at me as I sat on the couch that was in the karaoke room.

"Dearest, darling, my universe. Would you take me along?" He started to sing sweetly, his eyes boring into mine, and I was blushing the whole time.

"Far away in the universe from Earth to Mars. Will you please go with me?" He reached his hands towards me as an invitation I smiled at him and took his hand.

"Run away from the world, run on. Go to the end with me, my lover." We sang together, as our voices melted into each other's. He held my hand, the microphone between us as we sang, his eyes looking at me with passion and with love.

"Give me a lovelier kiss, lover. Love is all, love is all. Love, lovе, love, love" Our voice got higher and higher as we sang, smiling into it when my voice cracked a bit. I felt like I might cry right there, because of how much he meant to me.

I found myself singing the song that made our love bloom into a mesmerizing cherry blossom, that never withered, as I looked down at Yunho’s unmoving figure.

"In the еnd, even though. How is it us? For us?" I started to sing quietly, my voice barely coming out. "Run away from the world, run on. Go to the end with me, my lover. Will it be a bad ending for us two, gone astray?" Tears fell down my cheeks like raindrops when the lyrics made so much sense. Was it the end of us? "Run away from necessity, run on. Go to the end with me, my lover." I held Yunho's hands as my sad tears fell on our hands. I closed my eyes.

"Give me a lovelier kiss, lover." A weak voice sang the song that wasn't mine. "Our love wins all, love wins all."  I snapped my eyes open and I saw Yunho looking at me with a weak and soft feature. And I started to cry harder. I jumped to the bed and on Yunho who groaned from the sudden impact. I was lying on top of him as I buried my head into his chest.

"You are here," I whispered as I still couldn't believe he woke up.

"Of course, I'm here angel." His voice was weak from the lack of speaking. I felt his hands traced up and down my back to calm me down.

"I was so scared, Yun." I lifted my head to look into his eyes. He smiled at me sweetly.

"I know, I'm here now. Come here." I scooted up, close to him as he sat up against the headboard and I straddled his legs.

I traced my fingertip on his features that I did so many times while he was unconscious, but it was different, because he looked full of life, like sunshine. My sunshine. "I'm so sorry Yunho for pushing you all the time. It was obvious you wanted to handle your feelings your own and I just didn't let you. I'm—"

"Hey, angel," His finger traced my lips to make me quiet. "I was stupid, okay? It was selfish of me, for pushing you away. I do trust you and I do love you; I was just an idiot who seemed to slowly lose himself…Forgive me please." He whispered those last words as his fingers still brushed my lips and it gave him comfort.

"It's okay, we will fight through it together, okay? After all, love wins all nah?" I smiled at him sweetly as he giggled.

"Love wins all, my angel." He whispered as he leaned closer to my lips.

And when our lips met, I felt like the world just healed and we were free to go out without a mask to breathe fresh air. Because he was my oxygen, he gave me the strength to fight the demons that haunted us in the dark mist. His hands wandered down to my waist as he pulled me impossibly closer to him, I wrapped my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. His lips brushed against mine passionately like we were separated for an eternity. It did seem like it was an eternity. I learned my lesson and I knew I couldn't be apart from Yunho for even a second.

So, we are going to keep running hand in hand, running away from the venomous mist, or stopping to fight with the demons inside it. It didn't matter until we were together and the world was back to its normal phase.

But will the world ever go back to how it was before?

[cyberstrm]

just this once

show!kaz brekker x gn!crow!reader

cws: pet death, kinda sad, hurt/comfort

a/n: more kaz fluff. he is my beloved.

you couldn't help yourself as your body wracked with sobs. your tears mingled with the cool spring rain that was hailing down on you.

you felt too many emotions, grief for your beloved friend, embarrassment because crying over a dog seemed so trivial, nervous because you knew Kaz Brekker was watching you, you could feel his glare from a hundred miles away.

"i know what you're going to say." you choke out, "but he was the closest thing i had to family before the crows."

you stood up from your kneeling position over the make-shift grave, shaking from the cold and from your sadness.

you heard kaz's cane against the ground as he approached you.

"i know. i am sorry, y/n." he said gently. you felt a thick, leathery coat wrap around you. "we should get out of the rain."

"okay." you replied, silently thanking him for you coat. you wrapped it around you tighter as kaz lead you back inside. before he made it to the door, he turned to you. he was looking at the ground, as if he was nervous.

"there's something inside for you." he said. without another word, he opened the door and held it open for you.

a small puppy was lying on the wooden table, dozing. you gasped, and turned to kaz, who's lip was curling.

"kaz, i..." you breathed, a wave of affection for your boss rolling over you.

"i know i can't bring him back. but i couldn't have one of my crows moping around."

he was trying to make this act of kindness look like a practical thing, but you could tell by the softness in his eyes that he did this simply because he cared.

you scooped the tiny puppy into your arms, and felt tears well in your eyes again. kaz watched you with a neutral gaze, and approached you.

he looked down at you, his face close to yours.

"i won't make a habit of this, so don't expect me to do it again, but," his voice was soft. your breath hitched when he did the total unexpected, he hugged you.

you leant into him, unable to feel any of his skin but still appreciating the gesture deeply.

"i know how hard it is to lose someone close to you."

you pulled away and gazed into his dark eyes.

"thank you, kaz."

[mj2606k]

By the Fire

Kinkmas Day 4

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch x fem!human!reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 🔞, size difference, P in V, cockwarming, soft Quaritch, they leave it in while she sleeps

A/N: Quaritch is kinda ooc, it’s just my interpretation of how he’d act in this specific situation. A day late again; sorry y’all I didn’t have these prepared before hand and work has been keeping me busy. If I have the motivation I plan to get Day 5 out today as well so I can get back on schedule.

Summary: It's your first Pandoran winter together and you and Miles relax together by the fire to try and get warm. When you're still shivering, Miles has another idea.

Taglist: @teyamshuman @neteyamsyawntu

Y/N yawned quietly as she cuddled closer to the Na’vi sat beside her, still shivering even as Quaritch wrapped his arms around her and cradled her against him. The man grunts quietly at how cold she feels in his arms, leaning over carefully to add some more wood to the fire. They’re sat in a small nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of Y/N’s living quarters at Bridgehead, curled up together in front of the fireplace. This was Y/N’s first Pandoran winter ever, and Quaritch’s first as a Recombinant soldier.

While Miles’s alien biology helped him adjust easier to the very slight change in the temperature outside, humans were having a much more difficult time adjusting, most of the ones at Bridgehead curled up in front of their own fireplaces or in the cafeteria together enjoying some warm food and drinks. Miles had offered to go with Y/N to the cafeteria but she had turned him down, saying she was tired and wanted to rest, but here they are nearly three hours later, both still wide awake.

Y/N watches with lidded eyes as her boyfriend adds more wood to the fire, bundled up in two separate blankets even as she sat in his lap. As the fire grew Quaritch waited for her to warm up, frowning deeply when her shivering continued to only get worse. “Ye’r still freezin’?” He asked her quietly, cuddling her close and kissing the top of her head when she simply nodded, not having the energy to respond.

He thought for a few minutes before leaning down, nuzzling her affectionately before whispering in her ear, “Wan’ me to warm ya’ up?” She pondered his question for a moment, blushing when she felt him harden beneath her where she sat perched in his lap. Y/N slowly nodded, unwrapping herself from her blankets and letting him adjust their position to get more comfortable.

He leaned back against the bottom of the couch they were sat in front of, pushing his pants and briefs down to free his cock before lifting Y/N enough to carefully pull her pants and undergarments down just enough to give him access without risking making her colder from the lack of clothing. Miles carefully moved her overtop of him, quietly asking for consent and waiting until she granted it before slowly lowering her down onto his cock, groaning softly as her little cunt squeezed him.

“Relax, sugar. Gotta let me in, y’er too tight.” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck as he held her still until she relaxed and he was able to continue to gently lower her down until he was finally bottomed out inside her. Y/N leaned back against his chest, her face pink and her chest rising and falling with each panting breath as she finally calmed in his hold, Quaritch smiling softly as he felt her begin to slowly warm up, continuing to gently pepper kisses across her neck and eventually her lips once she turned her head.

Miles nuzzled her again, wrapping both arms loosely around Y/N’s waist, murmuring quietly. “Feel better now?” He chuckled softly as she simply hummed in reply, already dozing off in his lap as she was finally warm enough to sleep comfortably.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [06]

ー The scene starts in Subaru’s room at the Violet manor

*Rustle*

Subaru: ( ...Ah? What’s this? Somethin’ warm, and kinda soft... )

*Ba-dump・ba-dump*

Subaru: ( The sound of a heartbeat makes me feel incredibly at peace... )

...!?

*Thud*

Monologue

I instinctively bounced out of bed.

When I looked down, I found Eve asleep next to me.

Apparently I had dozed off,

while she held me close against her chest.

How come I can remember,

being embraced by her?

This girl just leaves herself far too vulnerable,

as I found myself growing irritated,

by how my hopeless brothers would take advantage of thisーー

And I ended up taking out said anger,

on her.

However, she wrapped her arms around me,

as if she was trying to accept me,

those feelings of anger included.

...Like the dumb miss goody-two-shoes she is.

That is exactly the reason why,

I feel so irritated, or why my chest aches,

as well as how I ended up doing something so terribly out-of-character,

as sleeping in someone else’s arms.

Subaru: ...God. I thought I was pretty clear with my threats, but she still doesn’t get it!?

Snoozing next to a guy while makin’ such a defenseless face.

...Well, I guess I’m not really in any position to judge when I slept soundly in her embrace.

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...?

Subaru: ...Heh, she’s talkin’ in her sleep. Honestly, she looks like a fool.

( This is the first time I’ve ever been this interested in another person. )

( The fact I can’t help but get irritated whenever she leaves herself vulnerable as well. ...What is going on with me? )

( She may be the legendary Eve, but in the end, she’s still only human, right? She should be nothin’ but prey in the eyes of us Vampires. )

( There’s no way...she could be special to me. )

Prey...Wait, now that you mention it...

Carla said that her blood tastes gross, but it was good when I had it?

It honestly blew my mind. Has that guy lost his sense of taste or something?

( Putting my feelings or her blood aside...Something seems off. )

( Do I feel this way because I’ve lost my mind? Or perhapsーー )

Monologue

Apparently I fell asleep,

while holding Subaru-kun in my arms. 

By the time I realized,

I had already spent the night in this room.

Subaru-kun seemed to be having a hard time,

looking me in the eyes after I woke up,

but he did not seem mad. 

Perhaps it was just my eyes playing tricks on me,

but he seemed to be flustered.

Perhaps it’s because we slept in each other’s embrace,

but it felt like we had grown closer together compared to yesterday.

Perhaps it’s because I realized from the bottom of my heart,

that even though his memories have not yet returned,

he really is the man that I fell in love with.

It felt like the invisible wall I could feel between us,

had finally crumbled.

Subaru: Anyway, you’re way too defenseless. I can’t let you out of my sight ‘cause you always get in trouble.

So try to stay in my room as much as you can. Okay?

It shouldn’t be as easy for Laito or Kou to bother you when you’re here.

Yui: ...Yeah. Thank you, Subaru-kun. You’re keeping me safe, right?

Subaru: How many times do I have to tell you it’s not about that?

Besides, I drank your blood against your will as well, remember!? Do you understand that!?

Yet you’re thanking me. Have you gone crazy?

I just don’t want other guys to eat from my prey.

Yui: ( This sorta thing happens often where I think he’s being nice to me, then suddenly I get flat-out rejected and pushed away. )

( ...Perhaps he’s confused because his past memories have become mixed up with his current ones? )

( But that’s a step into the right direction, right? I hope he can get his true memories back at this rate... )

I don’t mind if it’s you. Because I trust you.

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( It doesn’t matter how harsh the things he says sound. Even if he seems blunt or offstandish. )

( I can tell that he does truly care for me deep down. That’s why I can’t help but be happy or have faith in him. )

I don’t mind being prey. That’s why I want to be with you as well.

Subaru: ーー ! Fuck!

Why are you smilin’ over there like a fool!?

It’s very clear to me that you’re just way too good for this world. So don’t you dare leave my side, okay?

Yui: ...Yeah!

Subaru: Haah...I don’t know why, but you really throw me off...

Yui: Ahaha, is that so?

( Fufu, laughing helped me relax. )

*Growl*

Yui: ( Ah...! The moment I eased up, my stomach growled...! )

Subaru: Heh...What was that loud sound coming from your stomach?

Yui: ( Uu...How embarrassing. )

Subaru: Right. You haven’t eaten yet today, have you? Want something?

Yui: Ah, in that case, I’d love to try something you made!

Subaru: Aah? I won’t be able to make anything noteworthy.

Yui: I want to try it regardless. Can I count on you?

( Subaru-kun cooks here, doesn’t he? I’m a little curious. )

Subaru: If you don’t mind it bein’ somethin’ simple. I’d imagine Laito or Kou will be on your case again today after what happened yesterday, so you should stay heーー

*THUD*

Yui: Kyaah...!

Subaru: ...!?

Yui: What on earth was that just now?

Subaru: No idea...But it didn’t sound good?

...Che. Somebody’s runnin’ towards this room...

Yui: Eh...?

ー Azusa bursts into the room

*Thud* 

Azusa: Subaru...!

Subaru: Azusa, what’s wrong?

Azusa: Ah...Eve’s here as well...Perfect.

Yui: ( Azusa-kun looks incredibly tense...What could have happened? )

Azusa: The Orange House attacked us...They’ve come to take Eve away.

Subaru: ...The fuck!?

???: Oi! Where are you hidin’ her!?

She shall be mine!

Yui: ( This voice...Ayato-kun!? )

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Subaru: Azusa! Go get help before the other dudes from the Orange House arrive. Before someone gets here!

Azusa: Okay.

ー Azusa runs off

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: What? Don’t look so worried. Just stick with me, ‘kay?

Yui: Yes...!

Subaru: For now, we should take you somewhere saーー

Ayato: Hehe, so this is where you’ve been hidin’, huh?

Subaru: Wha...!?

Ayato: You’re not gettin’ away. Oi, you. Give her to me.

Subaru: Are you stupid? Did you really think I’d willingly hand her over? Go home already.

Ayato: Oh well, you don’t need to hand her over if you don’t want to. Then I’ll just take her with force.

Subaru: ...Oi, don’t you dare leave my side, ‘kay?

Azusa should be right back with the others, so don’t let that Ayato dude scare you.

Selection

→ Show concern towards him (🖤)

Yui: I’m worried about you. You have to fight Ayato-kun all by yourself while also protecting me, right?

( Besides, at this rate, he’ll end up facing off against Ayato-kun. Even though he’s his actual brother... )

Subaru: Idiot. You don’t need to worry ‘bout that.

If you’re taken by them, everything will be for nothing. No way I’m lettin’ him have you.

→ Have faith in him (♡)

Yui: Yeah, I’m not scared.  I know that things will definitely turn out fine because I have faith in you.

( Besides, at this rate, it’ll turn into a fight between actual brothers...We definitely can’t let that happen. )

But it pains me if you were to get hurt because of me.

Subaru: Hah. You’re panicking over nothing. You’ll find out soon enough that there’s nothin’ to worry about.

Subaru: I’ll make quick work of this guy.

Ayato: Excuse me? You’re talkin’ pretty big for someone who tried to be all clever by callin’ for help. 

I’ll blow you away before the other Violet members get here and claim Eve as mine.

Subaru: Shut up! Stop ramblin’ and come at me already!

*Clash*

Subaru: ...Hah! Just as I thought, you’re no threat. You’re bein’ overpowered by me.

Ayato: Hehe, you’re stronger than I thought. But still no match for me!

*Clash*

Yui: ...!

Subaru-kun, Ayato-kun...

( They’re full of vigor...No, is this bloodlust? )

( Unlike the small brotherly quarrels they would have before, they’re actually out to kill each other... )

( If things take a turn for the worst, one of them might actually end the other’s life...! )

*Clash*

Yui: No...I definitely can’t let that happen!

Subaru-kun, Ayato-kun, stop! You shouldn’t fight...!

Subaru: Idiot! You stay back! Don’t you dare step out in front!

Ayato: Hah! Yeah, let that girl distract you! Idiot!!

*Clash*

Subaru: ...Ugh.

Ayato: ...What!?

Subaru: Who’s the idiot now? It’s so easy to read someone like you who only knows how to swing their fists around!

*THUD*

*Thud*

Ayato: Guh...That hurt!

Yui: Please, cut it out you two! No more...!

You can’t try to kill each other! I mean, the two of youーー

You’re both part of the Sakamaki family, aren’t you!?

Ayato: Orah! Take this!

*THUD*

Subaru: Uu...Guh...

Yui: ( It’s no use...I can shout all I want, it doesn’t reach them... )

( I wish I was strong enough to stop them! How come all I can do is watch!? )

( If only they would rememberーー )

*Clash*

*CLING*

Ayato: Die...!

Subaru: Fuck off! You’ll be the one kickin’ the bucket!

*CLASH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Just between us

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers/Stucky (college!AU) same universe as my "My BFF's" series.

word count: 1000ish

warnings: fluff, intoxication (they've been drinking), hangovers, kissing, kinda friends with benefits, they are best friends, slight confusion.

a/n: This is Stucky pre-reader in my "my BFF's" series, but can be read as a stand alone. This is only proof-read by me and English is not my first language. Mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Hope you like it!

header by me.

dividers by @saradika

They had always been close. Best friends since childhood, together through thick and thin. 

"You know that I love you, Stevie" Bucky put all his weigth on Steves shoulder. 

"I love you too, you big teddy bear. But now I need you to come here, and hush. We're not supposed to be out" Their landlord was not a fan of nightly disturbances. Steve stumbles as Bucky trips on his own feet. He pulls his friend up and steadies him towards the door. 

They had gone to a party, and Bucky got involved in a drinking game. It seems that Bucky isn't as innocent as Steve thought, considering the game was "Never have I ever" and Bucky kept drinking on almost all the questions. 

Bucky giggled, "you know, I think about you a lot. Like a lot-lot." 

Steve could feel a blush creep up his collar. Why did Bucky look so cute? Steve had taken a few drinks himself, but he was nowhere as gone as Bucky. 

"I think about you too, Buck. You are my best friend" Steve held Bucky a bit closer and then maneuvered him in the door of his room. He layed Bucky down on his bed and tried to position him so he would lay comfortably. After taking Buckys trainers off, Steve takes a blanket and drape it over his best friend. 

"thank yoooou, babeeee. i love you" Bucky is almost asleep  - the words coming out as a breathy whisper. 

Steve stripped down and laid down on his own bed. The words on replay in his head. Why did they make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside?

After a while he dozed off.

He woke around 9. The sound of Bucky violently throwing up in the bathroom worked as a sinister wakeup-call. Groaning at his own headache, he waited until the sounds in the bathroom calmed down before he got up and knocked on the door. "You ok, Buck?" 

"Please, stop banging on the door. There is enough banging in my head, I don't need more of it" Bucky groaned, his voice hoarse from throwing up. Steve took this as a sign to come in, and the sight that met him was not a very forgiving one. 

Bucky sat on the floor in just his boxer briefs, his other clothes thrown all over the room. His eyes were red rimmed, and his hair…. Well, it resembled a bird's nest more than hair. Bucky looks up at Steve with sad eyes and Steve just loses it. 

He takes his friend up into his arms and embraces him in a big hug. The hug lasts a while, Bucky's skin radiating warmth under Steve's hands. 

"let's get you into the shower." Bucky nods and sits down on the lid of the toilet, and brushes his teeth, while Steve tidy up the clothes and turn on the water. Soon the water is warm enough and Bucky slides the boxer briefs down muscular thighs. Steve abruptly turns around and he feels himself blush. The sound of the shower curtain signals that it's safe to turn around again. 

Why do I react like that? he thinks to himself. He takes some pain killers from the cabinet and is just about to leave the bathroom when Bucky calls out. 

"Stevie? Come here"

Steve furrows his brow, but walks up to the shower.

"What is it?" Steve feels a stir of emotions in his stomach. 

The shower curtain opens and Bucky stands there in all his glory. Steve can't help but let his eyes wander. A deep chuckle rip him out of his trance and just when he is about to explain himself, he's stopped. Two wet, warm hands reach out for him and pull him into the shower.

"But.. I'm still wearing clothes!" His boxer briefs, socks and tshirt getting wet as he stands under the shower spray. 

"tsk tsk tsk, better take them off then" - Bucky's teasing voice makes a shiver run down Steve's spine. 

Steve looks Bucky right in the eye as he reaches to pull his tshirt off. The socks follow, but he seems to chicken out when it comes to the underwear. 

Bucky seems to notice and step closer. "May I?" he reaches his hands out towards Steve. 

Steve swallows hard and nods. 

Nimble fingers stroking down Steve's chest, making goosebumps arrupt. When Bucky's fingers finally reach the waistband of his underwear he is so riled up that he can hardly breathe. 

holding his hands still, Bucky steps even closer to Steve, their noses are almost touching. Bucky gives the piece of clothing a little tug and Steve wiggles his way out of it, the thud of it landing on the shower floor goes unnoticed by both men.

Steve can hear his heart rushing in his ears and the air feels heavy with want and need. His hands are doing their own thing, reaching out for Bucky and feeling his body. 

Bucky moves forward and captures Steve in a tender kiss. Inside Steve, there is a firework going off. He feels like he could fly. He kisses back, the kiss growing deeper and more needy. 

They simply stand like that, feeling each other and making out until the water runs cold. When they finally pull apart they grin like idiots. 

After turning off the shower and drying off, they got dressed. Steve made his way to the kitchen to find some food or snacks that they could eat.

Bucky tried to find something to watch, and they ended up with a stupid room-com they both had seen at least 10 times. 

Sitting down with Bucky, Steve felt the need to clear the air. 

"Buck… That thing in the shower…." Bucky glanced over. 

"No worries, Steve. I just really felt like kissing you. And it seems to me that you didn't really mind it all that much" A playful smirk appeared on Bucky's lips and Steve huffed out a laugh. 

"yeah, it was.. not bad at all" Steve poked Bucky in the side with his finger, earning a laugh from the other. 

"So… A one time thing or?" Steve said.

Bucky was silent for a long time. 

"What if we just did this when we needed it, and the other one was up for it? "Just between us?" Bucky's voice sounded hopeful. 

Steve's eyes met Buckys. 

"Just between us." Steve said. 

"then it's a deal"

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with rosy cheeks, but turned their heads back to the tv.

This was the kind of thing best friends do? Right?

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

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[cozyleeknows]

Our Safe Spot.

Pairing~Soft! Felix x Reader

Genre:Heavy Angst (not from him) with fluffy ending

Summary: Y/n ran away to get out of an abusive relationship and her BestFriend took her to their spot.

Warnings: Confessions, kinda kidnapping, Abusive ex, being in an uncomfortable position.

Word count:801

"Let go of me!" You say. You've been working non-stop lately, hoping to get some rest just to see your 'boyfriend' at your front door. He tried to put you in his car. "Y/n! Stop resisting, y'know you still love me!" You were so tired, you couldn't fight anymore. As soon as he got you into the car, he tried to put his hand on your thigh. "Fuck off!" You say. The whole ride was uncomfortable. He kept tryna touch you, the air was hot , and the silence was agonizing. He locked the doors so you couldn't get out. He was never like this when you first started dating. You could have sworn he was the sweetest guy ever. Until he realized how close you were with your best friend, Felix. Felix was amazing, he was perfect. Although you didn't see it, he had the best boyfriend material. He was never the type to do things to hurt anyone. He was sweet to everyone. No one had anything against him. Every now and then, you would get shipped with him, which made your 'boyfriend' mad. He hated Felix.

Once you've arrived, you could see that you were in front of an abandoned house. You were so confused, where was he taking you? What was he gonna do to you? All you can think about was getting up and about from here. As soon as he unlocked the doors, you ran. As fast as you can, you didn't know where you were going, just trying to get out of his sight. "Y/n!" He yells, trying to run after you. It felt like a good while as his voice started to fade. Panting, you sit down on the sidewalk, almost collapsing. You reach in your front pocket to get your phone. As soon as you got it, you went to emergency contacts and called Felix. Without a doubt, he picked up in 2 seconds. "FELIX- Felix he tried to- h- hurt me!!!" You yell. "Calm down y/n, are you okay? Are you safe? where are you? Who tried to hurt you?" He asked, trying to not sound worried. "I don't know- where I am! He forced me into a car and took me somewhere, then - then I ran!" You were still panting. "Okay, it's okay, just- just sit tight and I'll come and get you." Felix says, you can hear his keys rustling. You soon start catching your breath in relief. You looked a mess.

Not even 10 minutes later, you hear Felix's car show up. "Y/n!" He yells. "Felix!" You say, while getting up. Just as you were getting in the car, you hear your ex's voice, "Y/n- ah! Come here now!" He yells you get in the car and Felix speeds off. Your heart was beating fast. "Who was that?" Felix asks. "My ex." You say your words were cut short. For some reason, the environment felt different. The air was warm, Felix kept his hands on the stirring wheel, quiet jazz music played, and it smelled like white Jazmine flowers. Dozing off, you feel a hand carefully lay on your thigh, but this time, you didn't push it off. You felt so comfortable at that moment, you never wanted to leave. Your dreams were so vivid, you were walking around on clouds. Feeling very soft on your feet. It smelled exactly like the car. The air was warm with breezes flowing. You started to feel your right hand getting held by someone else. Turning to your side, you see Felix. "Y/n, I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, I lo-" your dreams were cut off by the sudden shake on your shoulder. You were at a place only Felix and you knew. The only place where you were truly safe. It was a garden, covered in trees. After you get out of the car, he takes you by the hand to the center of the garden.

The center of the garden had no trees, clean grass, and roses covering its surface. This felt more like a dream than your actual dreams. You both sat down, talking for a while. Felix looked a little tired. After talking for what felt to be 1 second, Felix looks you in the eye. "Y/n.." he says, he sounds awfully- worried. "Hm?" You say, nonchalantly. "I really don't know how to tell you this but-" he says, after shoving his face into his hands. "I- I love you, like, a lot." Your mouth draws agape, he then looks up to see your expression. "Y'know what just forget this ever happ-"

"Felix," you say, "I love you too.." It was his turn to be surprised. Was that it? Was your dream warning you in a good way? Is this how your perfect life begins?

Here you go liyah! @ilobehwanghyunjin

[sungbeam]

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?

lee minho x gn!reader

0.7k words, fluff, cuddles, mentions of daddy issues lmfao, low-key inspired by seven from ms swift

a/n: i'm kinda sad that i didn't make this longer tbh :')

The apartment was quiet except for the subtle rattling of keys in the lock, the mechanism coming undone with a metallic schwick. Lee Minho crept in through the front door of your apartment as he leaned down to set his shoes on the rack against the wall. Even after you'd moved out of your family's apartment, it was like second nature for him to still watch his noise level whenever he snuck in. 

He made his way to your bedroom and gently pushed the slightly ajar door open wide. You were already dozing in bed, your cheek squished against the pillow and your body curled in a fetal position, a habit you had yet to lose since you were a child. He chuckled to himself as he went over to your desk to properly turn off the systems, clean up your mess of paperwork—

"Remind me why I ever gave you a copy of my key?" Your groggy voice cut through the silence. 

Minho glanced up from your desk, then straightened with a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He plugged your dying laptop into the charger. "Then I'd be breaking in through your windows instead."

You hummed, the sound like a grunt. Your eyes were still sewn shut, but you had shifted to face him now, the comforter tucked up to your nose. Minho tried not to coo, tried to calm his palpitating heart—you reminded him of a cat sometimes. No wonder his three at home liked you so much. 

"Bad night?" You asked softly. Your eyes fluttered open just slightly and he got to see those pretty irises of yours glazed over with sleep. 

A haggard breath fell from his lips. He removed his cap and jacket to set them neatly on the desk and the back of your desk chair. "He's just being an asshole like usual," he replied. "Dunno why mom puts up with him."

He settled on the edge of your bed with one hand petting the top of your head. You were quiet, then murmured, "I'm sorry."

"'s not your fault, sweetheart." If anything, you made everything better for him. 

"You should just move in with me," you yawned. 

There went his heart again. No, if he moved in with you, he probably wouldn't survive a second before going into cardiac arrest. He shook his head with something akin to longing making his chest ache. "No, I know you like your alone time."

Your eyes closed. "I like being alone with you."

The room descended into silence, but Minho had a feeling only he was the one acutely aware of it. You were halfway back to your dreamscape and probably wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. 

He sighed, rising from the bed. "You put the quilt back on the couch yet? It's kind of cold out." He only said it to ease the tension, but he would take a cold night on your couch anytime. 

You made a noise, then you were rolling over and opening up the blanket. "Get over here, dumbass."

Minho stopped in his tracks and could hardly suppress his happy grin. Without any complaint or hesitation or argument (because how could he possibly refuse your offer), he returned to your bedside to crawl under the covers with you. The memory of when the two of you were younger, hiding beneath your blanket with a flashlight and book invaded his head as he curled up next to you. 

Now you both were grown; now you both could lie there facing each other. No more flashlights and blanket fortresses. Just you and him. 

You moved closer to him, your form warm and weight comfortable on his chest. His arm came around your body and held you against him. It wasn't actually that cold, but he would complain every night about it being cold if it meant he got to lay here with you like this. 

"You're gonna make me breakfast, right?" You mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. "Wait, did you even shower?"

A small laugh left his lips. "I'll make you breakfast. Now sleep."

"You didn't answer my other question though—"

"I'm sleeping, Yn." 

You snorted a puff of air out of your nose. "Okay, fine." You exhaled and he felt your body relax. "G'night, Minho."

Both arms held you to him. He hoped you wouldn't move away from him for the rest of the night. "Night, sweetheart."

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Hawks x F!Reader-PegHawks2020

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summary: reader stumbles upon her very distressed boyfriend who's begging for her to make him feel good.

//Yagami Yato is to be held responsible for this lil fantasy of mine

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warning: mature content

pegging, eating out (female and male), mommy kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play.

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As soon as you entered the warmth of your house, you let out a sigh of relief.

Kicking your shoes off and placing your jacket on the hanger, you quietly made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared.

Taking quiet steps up the stairs, knowing that Keigo recently came back from work too, you tried to keep it down in case he was asleep.

Your hand was about to twist the knob until a groan reached your ears.

Your heart sank as the worst-case scenario played in your mind. You could also hear the sound of skin slapping, hurried and sloppy thrusts becoming loader and loader as you focused on them.

"Y/N, please m-moore,c'mon make me cu-uhm, please, p-please-"

Your mouth hung agape, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

You finally twisted the knob, the sudden movement making Hawks vince in fear.

Once he caught sight of you in the doorway, his hands quickly reached for the blanket, struggling to cover himself, a string of curses spilling from his mouth, the toy still buried deep inside of his ass.

"Having fun there babe?" you grinned, quickly discarding your clothes on your way to your shared bed. You hovered over your boyfriend, pulling the blanket from his face.

"I-I, I was just...kinda...I hope you aren't disgusted by me, but from the look on your face, I presume you're not, uhm and you took off your clothes too so I guess that's a good sign, b-but still I-" you reached your finger up to shush him.

You raised his legs back up, making the toy slip out of his ass, followed by a hiss from your boyfriend.

The belts connected do the dildo made you smirk, working the belts around your thighs and hips, tightening the material between your folds too.

"How long were you hiding this birdie?" you questioned, your hand gliding over the toy now tightly strapped on you.

"Weeks...months...I don't know. I just...didn't know if you would be into it"

Eventually gaining some of his courage back, Hawks pulled you by your arm, making you fall against his chest, his hands finding your cheeks as he smashed your lips together.

Your fingers trailed his hips, scratching your nails over the surface of his soft skin, making him gasp in your mouth.

You broke the kiss, your tongue lulling out of your mouth as you gasped for air.

Keigo grabbed a hold of your chin, placing the pad of his thumb over your tongue, gliding over the slimy surface.

Your wondering hands ghosted over his hole, the grip on your jaw tightening once your fingers dipped into him.

Saliva trailed down your lips and onto his chest, his thumb still keeping you from closing your mouth.

His cock was now painfully hard, throbbing against his navel and twitching slightly each time you slammed knuckles deep into his ass.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the grip on your face rough and painful.

His hand was about to get a hold of his aching member, only to be slapped away by your hand, your fingers leaving his ass as you raised to your knees.

"Hey birdie, you're not being really fair here, aren't you?" you complained, gliding your index finger over the tip of his swollen cock.

The strap of your dildo was now drenched in your slick, your pussy swallowing up the material of the belt.

"Sit on my face, p-please" Hawks pleaded, his eyes glistening once you trapped his head between your thighs, your pussy directly over his face, his mouth watering at the sight of your cunt clenching the material of the strap hungrily.

He pushed your ass down, almost suffocating himself as he latched onto your cunt.

His legs were still wide open for you, his hips shuddering each time you heard him swallow around you.

You leaned down over him, his cock grinding over your tits as you slid down to his ass.

You dipped your head between his tighs, your tongue burying deep inside of his hole.

The hum from his mouth sent vibrations through your cunt, Keigo's nails digging into your flesh as he made you ride his face.

The friction of your tits rubbing against his cock made Keigo push his hips up into you, your tongue trying to follow his thrusts.

"Hmph, I...c-hummin' "

His hand gripped the belt between your legs, his tongue fiercely pushing into your cunt, the friction of the belt, the spurts of his hot cum coating your tits causing your cunt to clench around him, the knot in your belly snapping loose as you came on his face.

You struggled to go catch your breath, raising your head up, collecting some of the mess from your tits.

You sat on your heels next to Hawks, his eyes bearly open, a blissed-out expression on his face.

"Look at this filthy mess, you made mommy all dirty..."

His mouth dried up, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The look on your face was dark and focused, trailing your cum coated fingers to your boyfriend's ass.

"Will you take it? Will you let mommy fuck your cum into you? Hmm?"

Hawks bit his lip, trying his hardest to speak up, his lungs still struggling to regain the much-needed air.

He nodded his head, slowly rising on his hands and knees for you.

You positioned between his legs, covering the rubber toy in thick cum, your hips angling up as you rubbed it over his hole.

The toy sank in with ease, a groan escaping your boy's lips.

You smothered your hands over his back, stopping at his shoulders as you squeezed them, snapping your hips forward, your hold on him stopping him from tumbling forwards.

"Fuck, f-fuhk, fuck, mommy yes, hghm, please, Y/N" you set an unforgiving pace, plowing in and out of his ass, pulling him against your chest, his hands grasping the belts on your hips for support.

"Good birdie" you mumble against his neck, nibbling below his ear, Your fingers wrapping around his neck, making him feel dizzy and fucked out.

"Slow down, ple-eahs, I don't, I don't wanna cum yet, nonono...too fa-ah~, fuck" your free hand reached for his cock, grasping it in your hand.

"Shhh, you look so pretty when you cum birdie, let mommy see again? Can you do that for me? Can you cum in my hand like a good little slut?"

Your thrusts never faltered, your pussy throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend blabbering half coherent words, his eyes rolling back into his head and his cock fucking into your hand.

Your thrusts became sloppy when his hips shuddered desperately, your boy going feral, burring his cock in your fist and trying to push himself deeper onto the soaked toy at the same time.

"Th-here, Y/N, gonna cum, gonna...right there" you moved the hand from his neck to his hair, tugging his head back so you could push your tongue in his mouth.

A strangled whine ripped through his throat, with one final flick of your wrist, his cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating as waves of cum leaked down your fist.

You pulled out, the mix of his first release and your spit gushing out of his ass.

You pushed your boyfriend down onto his back, unbuckling your strap and throwing it next to you.

Keigo's eyes snapped wide open once you slid your cunt over his spent cock.

"You made your mommy so wet birdie, don't tell me you can't take her pussy now..." you scolded, wiping away the tears from your overwhelmed boyfriend's face.

"I can, I can, I can make mommy feel good, I can I promise! God, thank you, thank you" you felt him place his cock at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You slammed yourself down, his cock balls deep in your cunt, he wrapped his arms around you, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

He buried his face in your tits, his hips angling up to fuck in and out of you.

"It hurts mommy, I-I, no, I have to make mommy feel good, I gotta, I-" He felt like the head of his sensitive member burned each time your pussy convulsed around him.

"You're doing so well birdie, you're gonna make mommy cum so good, you're so hot like this, you're gonna make me cream all over you" your hand slid down to your clit, rubbing vigorously over the sensitive nub.

You met his thrusts each time, pushing him deeper and deeper into you, his cock painfully stretching you out. It was like it was made for you and your pussy only, the ridges of it rubbing against the soft patch of flesh inside of you.

"Cum, please cum, please, Y-Y/N"

Soon enough you clamped around him, your cunt spasming as you rode him, his arms tightening around you as you threw your head back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, almost water-like cum spilling out of your hole.

"No more, please, no more, I c-can't, please" you hummed to yourself, rising to your feet, a look of adoration plastered on your face as your boyfriend fell back onto the mattress.

"I'll clean you up honey, you can doze off" you mumbled, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

You strolled to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water, cleaning yourself first before going back to your bedroom.

You watched your boyfriend's chest rise and fall, quiet snores coming from his mouth.

You cleaned him off gently, careful to not disrupt his sleep. You tossed the towel into the laundry basket, coming back to the bed and laying down next to him.

You had no idea you had it in you.

You snuggled up against him, kissing his cheek before pulling the covers over the both of you. He draped his arm over you, putting all of your weight on him, placing his lips at the top of your head.

You'll do it again. For sure.

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𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 3

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—Summary: harry starts tour off in Vegas; he invites you, his friend, to the show to support him. You stand in the crowd and watch him with so much proudness, harry notices you and he also starts to notice he loved you for a while.

—genre: smut

—warning: unprotected sex, slow and kinda meaningful.

—pairing: harry Styles x reader

—trope: friends to lovers

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Harry pressed you up against the door, deeply kissing you. You almost wanted it to never end, but unfortunately harry pulled away. His lips were pink and swollen making you giggled.

"mhm," harry moaned. "I've always wanted to do that." Harry pulled away and turned back to his clothes he was going to put on.

"why didn't you do it earlier then?" You walked over to harry as he slipped on his graphic tee. Harry sighed. "I was nervous, I wanted to do it in Vegas, but I couldn't. I liked for a while now, y'Been there for me more than anyone has and I was afraid to ruin what we had." Harry slipped off his pants not caring that you were in the room, you didn't mind either. "Well, you don't have to hide it. It wasn't going to ruin our friendship harry."

Harry looked over at you, he gave you a smile before he walked over to you. "I know now darlin." He leaned down and kissed your lips.

"um I'll come by your hotel room later, I'll bring us some food ok?" You nodded, "alright." Harry let go of you letting you leave. Once you were out of the room you made your way to your hotel awaiting Harry.

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As you waited for harry you had slipped into your robe and put on a movie. Around 12 harry came knocking on your door. You smiled as you got up from your bed and walked over to the door. Before you opened it you looked through the peephole. Sure enough it was Harry standing there with a a bag.

you opened the door, "hi." Harry smiled. "Hi, sorry it's a little late. I got food." He held up the bag so you can see it. "Well, come in then." You moved out of the way letting harry in. He walked over to the bed and sat the stuff down on the table. He got you a burger which costed a ton and he got himself some pasta with fries that you both were Sharing. You both sat on the bed against the headboard and munched on your food. A random show was playing and even though it was Random it was quite interesting.

When you were done eating harry tossed all of your Stuff in the garbage and returned back to the bed where you were still.

"so tomorrow we have to get up around 8 so we can get going to the next stop." Harry said as he ran his hands over his face. "I'm not sure if I can go back to my hotel room. It's too far away."

You sighed, you weren't sure if you wanted to ask but at this point you couldn't hold back.

"do you wanna stay in my room For the night?"

Harry turned his head looking at you. "Are you sure?" You hummed and nodded. "Yeah, I don't mind. Could use the company." You softly smiled at harry which caused him to smile. "Ok well I'll go brush my teeth and I'll be back then."

Harry pushed back the blanket and got up sprinting to the bathroom. You giggled to yourself noticing how happy he was. He wasn't very good at hiding it.

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After the both of you brushed your teeth you got under the covers and dozed off to sleep. Around 3 you woke up due to absolutely. Groaning lowly you turned to see if harry was asleep- sure enough he was. You sighed and turned back to your previous spot trying your best to fall back to sleep.

Through your tossing and turning you didn't notice you had woken up harry in the process. As you let out another huff harry snaked his arm around your waist making you yelp. "Can't sleep?"

A soft sigh fell from your lips. "Yeah, sorry if I woke you up." You turned around to face harry. You could barely see him but it didn't stop you from smiling at his. Harry brought his hand up to your cheek and stroked it with his thumb just like he did the day before. It wasn't long before harry lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tangling your legs with his. Harry has been dreaming for this moment and now that he was in it, he didn't want it to end.

Harry snuck his hand under your shirt gripping your breast. He rolled his thumb your nipple causing you to moan. Harry pulled away from your lips to look at you. "Do you want to do this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Harry needed nothing more. His lips returned to your lips, this Time adding tongue. You decided to take this opportunity to be onto. You began to straddle him, your lips not leaving Harry's. Harry brought his hands to your waist and began to grind them down on his now growing cock. You smile into the kiss before pulling away.

"do you wanna be inside of me?" You looked down at harry as he nodded slightly almost as if he was shy.

"ok then, take off your boxers and I'll take my sweats off." You climbed off his lap, you both pulled off your sweats And panties, harry taking off his boxers. When you were both bottomless you returned back to your previous position. You felt Harry's long length against your fold. If you weren't already soaked, you would definitely be now.

"y'so wet baby." Harry mumbled. You began to move your hips against his cock making him moan. "Y/n, please." Harry whined. "Please what harry?" You egged him on making harry grow flustered. "Please, fuck me."

You chuckled before you took his cock in pressed it into yourself. From how huge harry was it took Time to adjust to him, but when you did you began to roll your hips.

You and Harry moaned at the same time, loving how it felt. Your pace Soon went from slow to fast. You were now bouncing on his cock, harry was moaning loudly and so were you. His tip dragged against your core making you feel warm, and making your wall around him.

"fuck, you feel so good." Harry growled as he took a hold of your waist. You gripped the headboard for leverage as you began to draw closer to your high.

"fuck." You grumbled out. "Harry I'm so close." You looked down at him seeing Harry deep in the moment with his eyes shut and Moans slipping from his pretty lips.

"cum for me baby, cum on my cock."

You rolled your hips a few more times before you came undone. You collapsed against Harry's chest as he came in you. His warm cum filled you, painting your walls. You both laid there until you caught your breath.

"god, that was amazing." You said slowly getting off Harry's lap and laying down on the empty bed space. Harry chuckled lazily turning to you. "yeah that was. Now," harry turned onto his side. "You think you can go to sleep now?" You laughed. "Yeah, I think I can." You turned onto your side, pulling the covers up your arm. "Good night harry." "Good night.. again."

You chuckled softly shutting your eyes. You drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face. You didn't know it, but harry did as well. He was glad he kissed you.

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This is so bad, but enjoy

[jiminrings]

bestie what if jungkook finally finds out that jin’s friends with y/n 😭😭😭 he’d live in embarrassment for like eight business days

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to crawl in a ditch for bADLY misjudging a situation he should’ve foreseen in the first place

yoongi has never been this dedicated to curing his hangover

well actually, nO ONE was really forcing him to pick you and taehyung up anyway

you didn't even ask!!! you could 10/10 just call for an uber to bring back taehyung to his place

maybe, just maybe, it's your fault that when yoongi asked you where you were when he's just woken up from a long night of partying, you mentioned "i'm with taehyung" and hospital and go home in the same sentence so that's why he went to overdrive

did he process what you said correctly?? probably not <3

that's the whole reason why yoongi had wasted sIX eggs this morning!!

he read somewhere in passing and watched song-hwa from hospital playlist enough to know that drinking eggs apparently helps you with your hangover and some other things

first, he wasted tHREE eggs because apparently, you're not supposed to drink the eggs !!! whisked !!! because it "defeats" the whole purpose

but it's still an egg whether you whisk it and no one's sane enough to drink raw eggs unprovoked

yoongi nailed it on the second try and he might have gagged a few times but the important thing is, his hangover is all-cured from the stress of digesting raw eggs :D so now he can safely drive at a borderline dangerous speed to pick you and tae up

"hey kiddo."

you peer your head up to see yoongi looking down at you, ruffling your hair in greeting

you've been held up here for less than five hours anyway, and it's not that yOU look tired,,, it's just that maybe you could use a little more sleep

lol you got yoongi thinking for a second that you're the injured on

"hey champ," yoongi acknowledges taehyung who's smiling from his bed, getting a forehead flick from his senior to which he rolls his eyes to

taehyung's... dressed up already in his normal clothes?

he already has his shoe on too so yoongi doesn't quite get why the two of you still aren't standing up

"you're lucky you just got a flick," you add helpfully, yawning in remembrance, "he punched my arm when i fell down the stairs at the dorm."

and wHY is this conversation all pointing to him now??

"because the both of you did stupid things that landed you in the ER!"

"i was just trying to see if i can go down the stairs three steps at a time!!"

"i just wanted to embrace y/n!!!"

very stoopid decisions if you ask him

yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to another, still a little lost because he's already here, and the two of you are all-ready to go, and he's not really a fan of the smell of the hospital —

oh wait

"has the bill already been settled?" he asks in curiosity, fishing out his wallet from his pocket

"mhmm. already did," tae answers instantly, nudging yoongi to put his wallet back where it came from

uhm wait maybe it's the eggs that are talking but uh

..... if the bill's already paid-

"then why are we all just sitting here?"

taehyung opens his mouth but he cLOSES it shut the moment it all clicks in his head, belatedly looking at you whose face screams conflict

yoongi's eyes turn to you on instinct, narrowing his eyes because you're choosing not to meet his eyes

"we're uh, we're waiting for jungkook to come back from the restroom."

...

.....

.......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yoongi's quiet, almost like he's calculating the variables in his mind

his mind's working harder rn that it did on his finals last week

"so jungkook is here?"

he gets war flashbacks every time he hears his name

he just shudders at the thought of him and he doesn't mean it positively lmao

"y-yeah! did i not tell you that at the call? he helped me get taehyung here," you scratch your nape in explanation, not accounting for the fact that yoongi still vERY much loathes jungkook when you called him

tae's not actually sure if he's helping you when he opens his mouth but he's trying his best <3

"yup! his shoulders were my crutch for like, three blocks. he also bought us food from the cafeteria while we were waiting to have my leg cast!!"

he glances at the fancy paper bags from the cafeteria downstairs, even some take-outs in there that makes it look all-stuffed

how in the living hELL is yoongi suppposed to feel about all of this :|

"i'm back! should i call an uber now? sorry, i bought these tiny hand sanitizers because they were having a sale at the pharmacy. y/n what scent do you-..."

jungkook happily chirps as he rummages through the bag he was given, preparing to scoop all the different scents to present them to you when he jUST had to look down at a familiar pair of shoes

as in the same black converse that he had the relief of looking at when someone was particularly asking him if he ever had a knuckle sandwich

"h-hi yoongi."

yoongi narrows his eyes at the kid who just squeaked, mouth puffed-up in disbelief that he looks like he's hiding a hamster in there

"bye jungkook."

yoongi uses tae as an excuse to shoo jungkook off as fast as possible but that kinda bites him in the ass

taehyung's going through a learning curve with his crutches and yoongi's making him wALK faster!!!! he still needs a little-

oh wait a minute :-)

"jungkook! help me walk to yoongi's car."

no

there is nO way that even taehyung's conspiring against him now

first jin and now taehyung????

tae solidifies his point by winking at yoongi, leaving you alone with him as you carry the paper bags of cafeteria take-outs

he's not exactly sure if he's helping you out at this situation, but once again, he's just trying his best and having fun alright!!! he likes to be included in these types of things hee-hee

yoongi has no choice now but to aLSO drive jungkook home, and the thought just makes him grumble from thinking about it

he'll have to disinfect his seats ://

"i haven't fully forgiven him if that's what you're thinking about," you chime in with his thoughts, looping your arm around his to help quell the visible stress in his mind

"it's your life," he puffs out because he doesn't want to meddle with you, consciously trying not to be overbearing when it comes to your choices

"i know. i just want you to know that your closest friend has the pride and the brains to not forgive an asshole, a goddamn junior, who said really mean things to her," you add thoughtfully and transparently, making yoongi break into a smile

ok that's got the heaviness in his chest a little lighter

"we should probably talk to each other one of these days."

you haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with yoongi for quite some time now because there weren't really any pressing issues of the sort to make the two of you talk face-to-face, but now it's probably needed

"we should."

:D

jungkook has never feared for his life in a car ride tHIS much before

and he's even wearing his seatbelt!!!!

you're sitting at the front seat and he's with taehyung at the back, the latter dozing off because yoongi indulged his request for sleep music with soft rain on the background (it doesn't make yoongi sleepy) in an attempt to make him feel better about his leg

the one-hour loop's working wonders because you're passed out on the front seat too

normally, this would also make jungkook sleepy

but how the fuck can he sLEEP when yoongi looks at him through the rear-view mirror like an apex predator??????

kook could take the easier route of pretending to sleep so he could get to avoid yoongi's gaze

but then if he pretends to sleep, yoongi would clearly see how his eyeballs are still very much trembling even when his eyes are shut and he's the furthest thing from being relaxed

don't get him started on stoplights too!!! that was just pure torture because jungkook was conflicted to whether or not he should look at him rIGHT back

taehyung and jungkook live in the same building anyway so that's more convenient because he actually wouldn't know how to act if he had to drop j-name (he honestly can't digest saying his name) separately

now that that's all over, jungkook feels oddly fulfilled in a way...?

fulfilled in a sense that even if partially, he managed to earn your forgiveness

he feels like he could sleep a little more peacefully knowing that he atleast did something right this time!!!

which is for the exact reason, he's gonna gUSH about this to mr. kim from student affairs!!!

it's uh the weekend and he walked to campus because he thinks that admin works even on weekends (mad respect)

it's noticeably a lot more empty compared to weekdays and it's just filled with freshmen with their hectic class schedules and some students who are just fulfilling units to graduate early

jungkook walks straight to student affairs and it instantly looks empty, the only familiar face in there being namjoon

as in mr. kim namjoon who's wearing a windbreaker rn and whose hair is dEFINITELY blonde than the last time (two days ago) that jungkook saw him

he's not here to work isn't he

wait is he here to rob the place ???!?#?!?

"and what are you doing here?"

namjoon is as confused as jungkook, his mouth opening and closing in dumbfoundedness

"o-oh! is mr. kim here? w-wait, you are here. i mean mr. kim seokjin, sorry. did he-"

"nope," namjoon shakes his head, putting his bucket hat back on to leave jungkook all by himself

namjoon from work and namjoon every other time besides work are TWO different entities

"we just came here to collect our paychecks. you missed jin by ten minutes."

oh well

his momentum's not entirely ruined!! jungkook just has to cram thinking of a recipe to put in your lunchbox by tomorrow and jin is his tried and tested saving grace

technically, jungkook already saw you this morning because of the whole taehyung in a cast thing, but he feels as if that the take-outs from the cafeteria aren't gonna cut it

he still needs to step up his game of course :D

so that's why jungkook forcibly enlisted jimin's help to make fish and chips for dinner and put them in two lunchboxes

one for you and one for yoongi!! he didn't skimp on the fish nor the chips and made sure they're still toasty and in peak-flavor when he delivers it to your dorm

is he intruding? is this a bad time? he didn't exactly know how to process when yoongi told him that he wouldn't stop him from making it up to you

he just iSN'T sure if delivering homemade lunchboxes at 7 in the evening to your dorm is optimal

oh good!! the door's opening :D

"good evening!! i uhm-"

... what

.......... WHAT

what the fuck is going on

seokjin is suprised to see that the guy at the door isn't from the delivery place he ordered from two minutes ago

... he may be disappointed

but what he is amused about is the way jungkook looks beyond confused and intimidated

jin's in a sleep shirt and some boxers and jungkook doesn't kNOW what to feel about all the variables present that he's trying to connect

"you look like you're hiding a goldfish in your mouth."

seokjin remarks and yawns when a fraction of a minute passes and jungkook's still frozen in his spot, his eyes darting to what the kid's holding

"oh c'mon! one for y/n and one for yoongi? you trying to make it up to him too? and none for me?" jin jives him further, leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smirk on his lips, "i practically live here, and i gave you the tonkatsu recipe, and i'm the one who doesn't get a lunchbox?"

he eventually saw this coming lmao

jin knew that someway somehow, jungkook would come to know that hE's your close friend throughout the whole time

that he's been the sort of middleman all this time but nah he's on your team of course <3

that all this whining he's done to him has all been in the name of you and seokjin had to sit through ALLLL of that with his fists clenched underneath the table to calm himself down

"oh my god," jungkook's literally WEAK in the knees as it all connects in his mind, the gravity of this scenario kicking down on him

he really iS such a fucking asshole

how did he not hypothesize this????? how wasn't he able to connect you and yoongi and jin as each other's closest friends???

his legs are literally about to give out so that's why seokjin snatches the lunchboxes from his hands

"i am so, so, so sorry mr. kim. i-i really didn't-..."

jin pays him no mind, opening the lunchboxes slightly as he whistles at the sight of fish and chips

meanwhile jungkook is so sO close to crying both in realization and very very slight relief because he knows atleast one of your friends doesn't hate him that much

the door opens wider, the creaking getting both of his and jin's attention

"what's taking you so long? is the-..."

yoongi switches his gaze between the two lunchboxes on jin's hand and jungkook sitting on the floor looking like he's had the shock of his lifetime

wow this is really amusing

this is in fact so amusing that yoongi can't help but to snap a picture for him and jin to laugh at later

"bye, jeon."

yoongi grabs one of the lunchboxes from jin's hand and goes back into the dorm, leaving jungkook alone with mr. student affairs

seokjin chuckles as he outstretches his hand to make jungkook stand up and shoo him off sooner than later so he wouldn't look like a pebble in front of your dorm

he pats him on the back, only having to pull him slightly to get him closer to his ear

"we're still mad at you kid, don't get it twisted. you're lucky i didn't expel you."

jungkook pales at the realization overall, only weakly nodding his head as he attempts to take in everything while trying to look at the bright side

seokjin cheerily closes the door, waving at him who looks so close to passing out from hock

"bye jungkook!!!"

[pumpkinglooms]

The Calm Before The Storm

° Kazutora x GN! Reader °

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of death, and mentions of blood.

TOKYO REVENGERS SPOILERS

Category: Fluff to Angst

Rain is all that filled the quiet air as the alarm clock on your bedside read, "2:21am" The only light in the room is from your phone as you text your boyfriend, Kazutora.

"If your scared I can come over"

"Don't, If my parents find out you're in my room I'm screwed"

"You're scared, and you expect me to sit around and do nothing???"

"Well yeah, kinda."

"I'm coming over"

"Kaz no"

"Kazutora"

"I stg you better not have leave me on read" read 2:27am

"You're an ass" read 2:28am

Not even 20 minutes later, there's a knock at your window. You lower your phone from your face and lower the cover slightly. Low and behold, It’s your boyfriend, Kazutora Hanemiya.

You stare at him as he grins at you. You let out a sigh as you throw off the covers and go to open the window.

He quickly climbs inside, takes off his shoes and hugs you, you hug back. "Are you still scared?" His head placed on top of yours. "No, cause you're here now." You hug him a bit tighter as you can hear a soft chuckle escape his lips. "I'm glad." He speaks, softly.

He's the first to break the hug, he grabs your hands and leads you to the bed, climbing in first then dragging you in the bed as well. Soon after the both of your are comfortable, you resume the same position you had before, both of your hugging the other tightly he places his head on top of yours.

Minutes of silence, and you're the first to break it. "Kazu?" You ask, meant to come out soft but instead comes out as a whisper. "Yes Y/N?" He whispers back, hints of tiredness laced in his voice.

"Y'know you mean a lot to me right?" You say, voice still in a whisper, yet more quiet then before. He let's out a small, soft chuckle before speaking. "I know" Still tired as he let's out a yawn right after.

"Ok, just making sure.." Your voice still in a quiet whisper, cracking ever so slightly.

You were there, at the scene when the police took Baji and Kazutora away for murdering Mikey's older brother. You were there to see the look on Kazutora's face as tears rolled down his cheeks, looking at you as if he was going insane.

And you were there, when Kazutora got out of jail 2 years later. How much he changed, how he grew. You both cried in each others arms after not seeing each other for 2 long years.

But it felt as if none of that mattered as the both of you held each other, finding warmth and comfort in the embraces. Dozing off to the sound of rain entering the room- Entering? Entering.

Quite literally throwing the covers off, yanking yourself from Kazutora's embrace, making him jolt awake and throwing yourself out of bed you bolt to your window as the rain is still entering. You slam it shut, lock it and slide down the wall in relief.

Kazutora, being half awake and unable to grasp what's going on so quickly, just stares at you while propping himself up on his elbows before letting out a light sigh with a smile and lower himself back down as he closes his eyes and opens his arms as he waits for you to join him and get some rest. You smile as you walk back over to him and join him underneath the warm blankets, hugging him tightly as he does the same for you.

You breathe in his cologne as you both drift back off to sleep, you wish that this moment could last forever. 

But unfortunately, you can’t always have everything you want.

You were there, when you saw Kazutora stab Baji as Hanagaki tried to stop it. You were there when Baji stabbed himself as you watched him fall to the ground. You were there as Baji passed away in Chifuyu’s arms as tears fell down his face. Watching everyone cry, but your gaze focused not on the grieving blonde with an undercut, but rather the boy with a beauty mark under his left eye as his eyes held back tears from flowing. 

You yelled at Mikey to stop as you watched him beat Kazutora as Hanagaki intervened. But got punched instead, As Hanagaki tried to stop the angry, souless eyed blonde, You ran to Kazutora, his face bloody and bruised as the police sirens in the background got louder and closer. He smiled once more before holding you tightly, just as he did a few nights prior to this. You couldn’t help but cry as everyone else escaped from the scene.

You were there when Kazutora went to jail at only 12 years old, You were there when He got out 2 years later. You were there when he killed Baji, and now you’re here, watching him be put in the back of a police car as he gives you one last warm smile with a light chuckle, similar to the one he gave you whilst holding you during the rainstorm.

It was only 2 days after the incident that you understood what happened. Why he was so clingy with you, why he was so keen on coming over to your house. Those nights, were simply the calm before the storm.

[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

Word count: 1,9K

Warning: angst, kinda messy writing, bad grammar

Tag list:@gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

You were always a hopeful person. Trying to be positive no matter what. Seeing the good in people. Even in Loki.

You first met him in his glass cell in helicarier (a/n i have no idea how to spell it, it's that big flying thing in Avengers 1). You two talked and got to know eachother. He told you how his father lied to him, how Thanos tortured him and how he doesn't want to hurt anyone. You believed him. And promised him he will be okay.

Two years after the battle of New York you finally talked to your team mates. You made an entire power point presentation for Avengers to show them Loki is not evil anymore and they should at least give him a chance, like you did.

That's how you and Loki became close friends. Always spending time with the other one, talking about your interests, your cultures, books, movies, anything the both of you came up with.

You comforted him, when he had nightmares. He cuddled you when you watched horror movies and got scared.

He always came to you for advice and opinion and you were more than happy to help your best friend. He always hugged you afterwards as thanks.

Sometimes he even brought you a cake and some flowers, just because he 'felt like it'.

One rainy day he fall asleep on your lap in your room. As you played with his black silky hair you realized you don't view him as your best friend anymore. But as a crush. You felt a shy blush come up to your cheeks as you imagined how would it feel like to cuddle him whole night, to be held by him, kissed by him.

You caressed his cheek and hoped one day he would feel the same.

And as always, you became hopeful. You started to remember all those times he was very close with you, doing something only couples do (like the afore mentioned cuddling, falling asleep on your lap or even the freaking flowers) and hoping he is developing feelings for you.

You were wrong.

You remember that day clearly. It was nice and sunny outside. A perfect day for a walk in the park. You walked out from your room and started looking for Loki. You wanted to have a walk with him.

You heard some voices coming from the kitchen below. Including a velvety one you knew all too well.

You jumped down those 20 stairs. Voices got louder as you came closer. There was Loki and some woman in the kitchen. And nobody else. Your name fell from one of their mouth's.

Quiet as a mouse you stood behind the corner just outside the kitchen and listened.

"Don't tell me she's not annoying! She's practically your shadow and trails after you like a lost puppy. And not even a cute one!" the woman giggled. From her tone of voice you imagined her as a classical blond plastic fake gold digger. You expected Loki to stood up for you, like any good friend would.

He only chuckled. "You are right! She is always behind my back. So bothersome and clingy..." you heard gulping. Maybe they were drinking some alcohol. You prayed for him to be just drunk and not knowing what he's saying.

"So why do you keep her around so much?"

A moment of silence. "I don't really know. For fun, I suppose? She was only good for me to get out of prison. She's so naive to really think I am her friend it's hilarious!"

You couldn't breathe. You stood there like a statue. He was only manipulating you and playing with you. All this time.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked away from them. The whole world looked like a big grey blur to you.

You still went out. Better than stay in the same building with him. Sitting on a bench in the nearby park, listening to birds chirping and watching dogs play with their owners was somewhat comforting. The pain in your chest was still too big though. How could you trust someone who's a 'God of Mischief' or a 'Prince of Lies' of all people? He really did go out of his way to make you trust him, didn't he? All those gifts, hugs, hanging out, watching movies under one blanket. All of that was just him pretending. And you believed him.

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. You're friends with spies and trained soldiers, what if they're pretending just like him and they secretly love when you aren't with them? What if everytime you talk to them they secretly wish for you to shut up and leave? Paranoia and anxiety just won't leave you, will they?

"It will get better after high school they said," you stood up from the bench, "you will be more confident they said. My ass-" suddenly you tripped over a string and fell on your face. Your right cheek stung, your knees were scraped. As you were standing up a wet tongue started to lick your face. A golden retriever's way to greet you, apparently.

"Ollie, stop! I'm so sorry," the dog was yanked back by his leash. Ollie's owner held out his hand to help you stand up.

"It's okay. It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you dusted your clothes when you were finally on your legs. Ollie was jumping up and down, still trying to lick your face. Even through your emotional pain you couldn't resist and smiled.

"He's still an untrained pup, sorry if he's bothering," the unknown man was trying to calm him down once again, but you stopped him.

"He's not bothering," you bent down and scratched behind his ears. "Hi there little fella, aren't you one cute boy? Yes you are," you scratched and caressed his fur.

"He is cute, but quite handful. Still I wouldn't exchange him for anyone in the world."

"Anyone?" you asked.

"Yeah, you see I got him when I found out my partner cheated on me. I felt so betrayed I thought I'll never trust anyone else again," he said and sat down on the bench you were previously sitting on. "Sorry, I'm telling way too much than I should."

"No, it's okay. I know exactly how you felt. Something similair happened to me too," you looked away sadly and stopped scratching Ollie's fur. "That's why you got a dog? To replace that somebody who was previously in your life?"

He nodded. "At first I though I needed a pet to distract myself from the pain, but in reality all I needed was a life long friend who will never betray me. And what's better than a man's best friend?" he hugged his goldie and he licked his face.

You smiled. Maybe that's what you need. A loyal dog to keep you company. To give you emotional support through cuddles and to never leave you or lie to you. Unlike certain someone.

You chatted with him for few more minutes and then made your way to the nearest dog shelter.

*

The cutest little fluffy german shepherd was dozing off in your arms when you walked into your room. You naivly thought Loki will greet you and pretend to be nice again but he was nowhere to be found. Actually, none of the Avengers were nearby. 'That's okay' you thought. 'I'll at least be alone with this cute guy.'

You let him run around your bedroom, sniffing every corner of his new home, chewing on everything he could reach with his tiny snout. You threw him some of the squeeky toys you bought and watched him play. It lifted your mood, somewhat.

The dull ache from your chest didn't leave. Even when it got dark outside and your new companion dozed off in your lap. Soft laughter was coming from the party deck, which was quite far from your room so in reality it must've been much louder.

'So they returned, huh? Didn't even check on their supposed friend' you thought. Maybe you were right afterall. They never concidered you a friend.

Your phone started buzzing, a silly selfie of you and Loki lightened up the screen. 'What does he want? I don't wanna talk to him.'

You picked up. "Yeah?"

"Y/N!" hearing his voice nearly made you cry. "Thank Norns you finally picked up! Where are you?"

You squinted your eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

"I've been trying to reach you all afternoon! I couldn't find you anywhere and I have called you 5 times already. Are you okay?" he sounded worried. He really should've been voice actor.

"5 times? I didn't hear anything."

He groaned. "Yes, 5 damn times. You made me really sick with worry."

Liar.

"Whatever. I can do things even without you, you know."

"Why the attitude?" he asked a little less worried.

"You know what Loki? Do me a favour and leave me alone," you hung up sooner than your voice could crack. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

As you were standing up with the little pup in your hands and putting him in his bed Loki practically smashed down your door. You jumped back startled and nearly let go of your little friend who woke up and started barking.

"What the fuck Loki?!"

He looked at you, mix of fury and happiness in his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what I did that made you react like that to a simple 'where have you been the whole day' but you could've at least tell me you were going out. What if someone attacked you? And I wasn't there? What if-" he took a deep breath, anger leaving his eyes. "I'm just glad you are home and safe."

Liar.

Your puppy stopped barking and started wagging his tail, excited to have a new friend. He is just like you. Naive.

"Oh, and who is this little bundle of fur?" he reached out to pet his tiny head but you backed away.

"He's my new best friend. This is Rex."

Loki's face turned into confusion. "Darling, I thought that's my title," he laughed awkwardly.

You glared and hugged Rex to your chest. "Not anymore. Not after what I discovered about you."

"Discovered about me? What are you talking about?"

"Drop the act. I heard you. I heard you saying how I'm naive enough to think I'm your friend, how I'm bothersome and clingy and I was only good for you to get out of prison!" tears were flowing freely but you didn't care.

"Darling, what are yo-"

"I wasn't finished! I really thought you were honest with me. I thought all those times we hung out meant something to you! That you at least respect me. But no! You used me. You were pretending to be nice. All those times! And I believed you!" you started taking steps towards him, he was backing away.

"You misunderstood, I-"

"No! I don't want you to tell me anything! I'm not your plaything anymore! I grew a spine. And you can bet your ass I'm training Rex to bite you whenever you get close to me again!" his eyes started glistening but that must be just your imagination.

"Love, please let me ex-"

"Get lost Laufeyson," with those words you slammed your door in his face.

[sunrisefairy]

Swipe right

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: language, mentions of cheating/breakup, alcohol 

Summary: The one where Y/N downloads tinder after a bad breakup

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ @klausdatprettyboi​ @georgeweasleyswhre​​ @horrorxweasley​​ @amourtentiaa​​ send me an ask if you would like to added!

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Y/N hated being single. She hated not having anyone waiting for her with dinner cooked and a glass of wine when she got home from work. She hated how empty her bed felt and not having anyone to cuddle after a tough week. She hated no one being there to listen to her ranting about her day. Y/N absolutely missed being in a relationship and being able to go through life with someone else by her side.

Y/N’s last relationship was 8 months ago, she had been with her ex Matthew for 6 months when it came crashing down. Y/N remembers the night she met Matthew vividly. Her friends had dragged her to some concert at this random underground bar. Y/N was at the bar ordering drinks when a breathtakingly handsome man with blond shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes offered to pay for the 3 beers she was ordering. Normally, Y/N would roll her eyes and not bother talking to random drunk men, especially when it was a girl’s night out like tonight. But something about Matthew caught her attention and she couldn’t walk away even if she wanted to. Matthew had this aura about him, he was very charismatic and could captivate anyone with his looks alone leaving those around him putty in his hands. Which is exactly what happened to Y/N.

Matthew and Y/N started dating shortly after that and she was completely smitten with the man. He seems to be just what Y/N needed. To Y/N he was the perfect boyfriend, he held all the traits she looked for in a partner, kind, funny, smart, supportive, everything except the trait which would be argued to be the most important – loyal. 6 months into their seemingly flawless relationship Y/N found Matthew-her supposedly perfect boyfriend, in bed with another girl.

The second Y/N saw the two of them in a rather compromising position in Matthew’s bed, Y/N felt her world collapse around her, her throat closed over making it hard to breath and her vision blurred. The events that followed are hazy in Y/N’s mind, she remembers screaming and yelling, she knows there had been a lot of tears (mostly from her), Matthew trying to beg for forgiveness, which is very hard to do when you’re butt naked and there potentially was a few items thrown in Matthews direction, deservingly so.

That night broke Y/N, it felt like Matthew had reached into her chest and yanked out her heart and crushed it to dust then spat on it. Apparently, douchebag Matthew and this girl had been shagging for basically the whole of his and Y/N’s relationship. She couldn’t believe it.

Y/N’s friends had spent most of the weeks that followed in the heartbroken girl’s apartment as she cried, screamed, yelled. It pained them to see their best friend so distraught. But surely, over time and with lots of ice cream and alcohol, Y/N was able to heal.

8 months later Y/N finally felt mostly whole again, she was able to smile and laugh without a hollow ache pounding in her chest and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She no longer dreamt of Matthew’s arm wrapping around her and pulling her into his chest when she dozed off, she forgot how it felt to kiss him and she stopped wanting to call him.

Y/N finally felt free, which she told Alicia and Angelina at their weekly girl’s night in. This led to Alicia trying to convince her to maybe start dating again, to test the waters as she put it.

“Okay, hear me out,” Alicia says waving her arms, somehow managing not to slip her wine on the couch, “I think Y/N should download tinder.”

Y/N scoffs and opens her mouth to disagree, but her words went unheard as Angelina squealed in excitement, “oh my god yes! Y/N you so should.”

Y/N shakes her head before sipping on her wine, enjoying the sweet taste on her lips. “Guys, I don’t think I’m ready to start dating, I definitely don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”

“But that’s why tinder is so great, you don’t have to go on any dates if you don’t want to. You can just chat to some cute boys and see what happens.” Alicia replies, picking up Y/N’s phone from the coffee table and holds it out for her to unlock.

Y/N thinks for a moment, eyeing her phone, she doesn’t feel ready to jump into the dating scene still nervous about being let down again but there’s no harm in downloading tinder and seeing her options, right?

Y/N eyes are locked on her phone Alicia’s hand before muttering fine and unlocking it for her. Angelina giggled excitedly, moving closer to Alicia’s side to look at the phone. A few moments later the app was downloaded, and a profile was made. The 3 girls took turns swiping through profiles ogling the eye candy.

The phone was currently in Angelina’s hand while Alicia refilled everyone’s glasses, Y/N had lost count of how many glasses of wine she’s had tonight, her body buzzing from the alcohol. “Man, I forgot how much fun tinder is.” Angelina slurred, her thumb rapidly swiping through profiles.

“Okay Ang, we won’t tell Fred that you said that.” Y/N chuckles, Angelina just rolls her eyes.

“Oh, come off it.”

~ ~ ~

The next morning the 3 very hungover girls who had passed out in different spots of Y/N’s living room, somehow manage to drag themselves to brunch with Lee, Fred and George.

“Hello ladies, big night?” Fred winks then plants a sloppy kiss on Angelina’s cheek who mumbles a response that sound vaguely like a yes.

The 6 of them were sitting at a table outside, soaking up the sunshine and warm weather. Once their food is delivered the group is chatting aimlessly with one another. Y/N hears her phone ping from her bag, and she fishes it out to check the notification.

“Ohh, Y/N is it a tinder message?” Alicia says excitedly trying to peer over her shoulder.

“Tinder?” It’s George’s voice now. Y/N glances up at him from across the table, unable to read his expression, “since when does Y/N have tinder?”

“Since last night, the girls convinced me to download it. Kinda seems like time to start getting out there again.” Y/N replies shoving her phone back into her bag before one of her friends has the chance to snatch it from her even though the text was just from her mother.

“Maybe you should download tinder Georgie. ‘Bout time you got yourself a girlfriend.” Lee mumbles, his mouth full of food.

George shakes his head, looking down at his plate, “tinder isn’t for me. Besides your one to talk Lee, you’re single too.”

“Not anymore, I want to marry this eggs benedict.” Lee practically moans as he shovels another bite into his mouth.

Y/N laughs along with everyone, shaking her head slightly.

“I think you should George, I’d bet money that your dream girl is on there.” Fred smirks at George whose eyes widen at the comment and his cheeks heat up.

“Can we change the subject,” the redhead mutters scratching his neck, not meeting anyone’s gazes.

The conversation quickly moves on and Y/N finds herself still staring at George confused by his strange behaviour, also noticing the way her chest feels heavy at the mention of George’s ‘dream girl’. She pushes the feeling down and tears her eyes away from the redhead in front of her just before he glances up at her. The pair oblivious to the others intense gaze.

~ ~ ~

That night Y/N is snuggled up under her favourite fluffy blanket, on the couch, while some random romantic comedy is playing in the background.

Y/N has soon come to realise that tinder is addictive, she’s spent the better part of the last hour swiping through the many profiles. It doesn’t feel like she even has control of her fingers at this point, they apparently have a mind of their own.

Y/N starts to zone out, her finger automatically swiping for her. That is, until she stumbles across a particular profile and her finger freezes and her eyes bulge out of her head. Is that? George?

Y/N looks through his profile, there’s a picture that she had taken of him at the beach one summer, he’s lying on a towel, shirtless and the cheekiest grin plastered across his face. The next photo is of him and Ron from Harry’s surprise birthday Ginny threw last year. They are both looking smart in their suits, beaming brightly at the camera. Y/N can’t help but stare at George’s hand that’s wrapped tightly around a beer bottle, her mouth going dry as she zooms in on his veiny hand. There is also a photo of George from last Halloween where he had dressed as a pirate, Y/N chuckles, remembering how George had followed her around for most of the night, annoying her with his lame and corny pirate jokes. The last photo is her favourite out of them all. It’s of her and George at her recent birthday, he has his arm wrapped around her shoulder and his head resting against hers. The pair of them smiling widely at the camera.

Y/N bites her lip trying to decide if she should swipe left or right. She’s always had a soft spot for George long before she started dating Matthew. She knew deep down she harboured a tiny crush on her friend but never acted on it, scared she’ll ruin their friendship if she confessed her feelings. Y/N always fantasised about what it would be like to date George Weasley. She would happily bet her life savings that George would be the perfect boyfriend, would treat his girlfriend with respect and shower them with love and affection. It’s the type of relationship Y/N yearned for, the type of relationship she thought she had with Matthew.

Y/N stared down at the phone in her hand, contemplating her next move. The temptation to swipe right was huge, finally being able to find out if George liked her but there was the possibility that if she does swipe right she’ll find out that George does not like her in that way and she doesn’t know if she could physically take that knowledge right now. Part of her debates on swiping left, thinking that way she can live her life blissfully unaware to whether or not George likes her. The idea of being unsure of his feelings seems very appealing then definitely knowing he sees her just as a friend. A small voice in her head tells her to just delete the app and pretend this never happened.

Y/N groans at her overthinking.

Just choose Y/N.

“Fuck it,” Y/N mutters squeezing her eyes shut before swiping right.

She keeps her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying not to picture the upsetting scenario where they do not match, and Y/N has to deal with her unrequited feelings towards the boy. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eyes trying to focus back on the phone in her shaky hand. It takes a moment to process the words on the screen before Y/N is jumping up from the couch squealing.

It’s a match!

Her happy dance is interrupted when her phone dings, indicating a new message. Y/N swears her heart stops beating and she scrambles onto the couch to grab her phone.

George: Do my eyes deceive me or have I captured the attention of the lovely Y/N?

Y/N snorts at his message, butterflies erupting inside her stomach unable to get over the fact that George Weasley likes her.

Y/N: Consider yourself lucky Georgie, not many are worthy enough of my attention ;)

Y/N: But wait, I thought you didn’t have tinder? You said tinder wasn’t for you

George: I didn’t… well up until 1 hour ago. Fred convinced me to download it so I could try and find your profile. He said I should at least try and confess my feelings…

Y/N: And? What are your feelings?

George: that I am hopelessly in love with you. Have been since forever but I’ve been too chicken to admit it.

George: I was going to tell you I swear, but then you started dating that tosser Matthew and I lost my chance.

George: After you two broke up, Fred bugged me to say something to you but I knew it wasn’t the right time.

Y/N studies the messages. Long before Matthew was even a thought in her mind, she knew she would leap at the opportunity to date George. But that was before she had her heart shattered into a million of tiny pieces. She told Alicia and Angelina that she wasn’t ready to date, she didn’t think her heart could take it. And if this was any other guy, she would gently let them down. But this wasn’t just any guy, this was George Weasley. The man who never failed to make her smile and laugh till tears was streaming down her face. The man who help pick up the shards of her heart and help mend it back together. The man who would always answer her phone call, no matter the time of night. Y/N knew she’d be stupid to let go of George Weasley.

~ ~ ~

George was a wreck; he was pacing around his living room basically pulling out his hair with how much he’s run his fingers through it. It had been 30 minutes since he messaged Y/N and admitted his feelings, telling her he loves her. And she hasn’t replied!

George knew he shouldn’t have said anything, clearly Y/N was just curious about his profile, just wanting to see if they’d match and she definitely does not love him back let alone like him.

He wanted to throttle Fred for convincing him to make this stupid tinder account and embarrassing him like this, now George has gone and fucked up his friendship with Y/N.

George stops pacing when he hears knocking from his front door. His eyebrows knit in confusion about who would be visiting him at this hour. George chooses to ignore it, deciding he doesn’t want to see anyone right now, all he wants to do is open some vodka and drown his sorrows. He makes it into the kitchen when the knocking starts back up again, this time louder and faster.

“Okay I’m coming!” George shouts annoyed, “Jesus, I swear this better be import-” his words disappear as soon as he opens the door and is faced with Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” Georges words come out short and brunt, but Y/N doesn’t seem to notice.

She is fiddling with her fingers and anxiously chewing on her bottom lip. “I figured this wasn’t really a conversation I wanted to have over tinder.”

Y/N is silent, the words getting stuck halfway up her throat, she doesn’t really trust her voice to be steady enough to talk. So, she decides on another route of communicating her feelings to George.

Slowly she cups Georges faces in her small hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. George seems frozen still as Y/N softly pulls his face to down towards hers, their lips millimetres from one another. She can feel his shaky breath on her face. It feels like forever before Y/N connects their lips together, George seems to snap out of his trance as his hands wrap tightly around Y/N’s waist, holding her body close. Their lips mould together perfectly and fireworks erupt in Y/N’s belly. She feels alive and her heart is thumping in her chest and all she can think of is George. George is clouding her thoughts and, in this moment, she doesn’t want anything else to ever occupy her brain. Her heart feels warm and whole as if George had kept the final piece of her heart in his possession to keep save until she was ready and willing to give him the whole thing. Y/N doesn’t feel scared anymore of the thought of loving someone again because she knows for certain now that she’s always loved George.

They pull away from the kiss, breathlessly, George rests his forehead against Y/N’s needing to feel close to her still.

A tear slips from Y/N’s eye which George softly kisses away.

“I love you too George. Always”

[kozumekenza]

on my mind :: two

:: suna rintarou x f!reader :: playlist :: masterlist ::

:: taglist: open :: wc: 1.5k ::

After a drunken one-night stand with your ex, you thought you could get him out of your life for good. Unfortunately, the two of you can’t seem to keep away from each other. Why can’t you leave each other alone? And more importantly, why is he still on your mind?

tw: mentions of alcohol, hangovers, profanity, talk of sex, one-night stands

After a lot of deliberation and even more wine with Yachi, you both came to the conclusion that ignoring Suna and the one-night stand would be the best course of action. You were also hesitant to give back the National Team jersey you had taken, fearing that it would draw attention to what had conspired between you two.

Instead, you adopted the expensive jersey into your wardrobe. 

So now you sat, head thrown back over the edge of your couch, fifth glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, bright red jersey with a large 12 and Suna’s name emblazoned on the back haphazardly thrown over your body. It was a comfortable jersey, plus, it was laundry day. You would wash it before (if) you ever gave it back. 

Yachi stole the wine glass out of your hand before you could drain the rest of it. 

“What the fuuuuck, ‘Toka? I was almost finished!” 

Yachi just looked at you with a blank expression. “Y/n, you need to go to bed before you show up to your first day of work hungover. You’ll thank me in the morning. C’mon,” she grabbed your hands to pull you up, dragging you along all the way to your bedroom. 

You cuddled into the sheets, trying to ignore the smell of Suna’s cologne on the jersey and failing miserably. Yachi brought you a glass of water and painkillers, then turned off the lights and bid you goodnight. 

At least you knew why Suna was in Tokyo now. It made sense that he would make the National Team, and it was a major oversight on your part for accepting a job as a trainer for said team. However, there was nothing you could do now. You would just have to wait and see how it all played out. 

You tossed and turned before finally surrendering to the comfort of the jersey’s scent. It was easier to fall asleep when you could pretend someone was next to you, anyway. When you ultimately dozed off, it was to memories of your ex-boyfriend’s calming hugs and bright smile.

---

When you arrived at the National Team Training Center the next morning, you were anxiously waiting for Suna to corner you about Saturday night’s events. Instead, you were able to walk all the way down to your new office across from the locker rooms without seeing anyone else. You set down your purse and backpack in your new office, smiling at the Assistant Athletic Trainer plaque outside your door. Popping back out into the hallway, you dropped a coffee off with your boss, Iwaizumi Hajime, whose office was adjacent to your own. 

Practice didn’t start for another hour, giving you plenty of time to calm your nerves about seeing Suna. You booted up your laptop and began preparing the players’ training regimens. After about thirty minutes, Atsumu strolled into your office. 

“Hey, y/n!”

“‘Tsumu!” He wrapped you in a big hug, lifting you off the ground and causing you to giggle.

“How’ve you been?” He set you back down and sat on the edge of your desk.

“Good! Lots of prepping for this new job, making sure all of your workouts are in order.” You gave Atsumu a light punch in the arm. You had missed joking around with him. Before you moved away from Hyogo, he was one of your best friends.

“Well, I hope it goes well. Hey, speaking of which, my shoulder has been kinda sore lately, think you could massage it for me?”

You just rolled your eyes and nodded. Of course, Atsumu would use your new position to his advantage. You could already tell that these next few weeks would be full of Atsumu begging for back massages when he didn’t really need them. On the bright side, at least if he was trying to scavenge a massage from you, Suna probably didn’t mention anything to him.

“Let’s go out to the court, practice is about to start. I’ll do it out there so that we aren’t late.”

Atsumu nodded, so you grabbed your backpack with your medical supplies and followed his lead to the court. You dropped your stuff at the bench and motioned for him to sit down. As you worked on his shoulder (his muscles were kind of tight after all), he talked about the temporary move to Tokyo and preparations for the upcoming Olympics. It was only April, but the competition would be here before anyone knew it. At least the team had the benefit of being at home for the duration of the Olympics. You couldn’t imagine having to adjust to a new timezone before competing at an international level. 

As you two talked, more players began to filter in. Iwaizumi came out to check on you, scolding Atsumu for taking advantage of your trainer status, to which you just laughed. 

“It’s fine, I promise. If I really minded, I would’ve told him to leave.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Iwaizumi looked at his watch, “Shit, I gotta go. It’ll probably be just you out here for most of the morning, y/n. I have a ton of meetings and work to catch up on, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! I can handle it, don’t worry.” You smiled, trying to conceal the large amount of fear you still held for interacting with a certain middle blocker. Iwaizumi gave you a grin before turning and walking back towards his office. 

Atsumu smirked at you, “He totally thinks you’re hot.”

You punched Atsumu in the shoulder, hard. “Shut the fuck up! And he does not, he’s gay, and he’s fucking married!” 

“Hm, what a bummer. You’re too tense, you need to get laid.”

Your eyes widened as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Atsumu!”

“Hey Atsumu, y/n, long time no see.”

Your heart dropped as you turned towards the unmistakable voice, one hand still on Atsumu’s mouth. 

“Sunarin! What’s up?” Atsumu shrugged your hand off as he stood and gave Suna a half-hug. You stood to the side, slowly inching towards your backpack as a means of escape. If Suna turned his attention to you, you could just busy yourself with whatever you had in there. 

“Fuck, y/n, it’s been forever since I last saw you.” You looked up at Suna, schooling your expression into something resembling calm, cool, and collected and ignoring the pounding of your heart. 

You gave a half-hearted laugh, “Yeah.” Suna flashed you one of his signature grins, and you nearly choked on air. Why was he so attractive?

“You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Fuck. “So this is what you’re up to nowadays?”

“Yep!” You allowed a little grin to slip through. “Living the dream as an assistant athletic trainer!”

“That’s awesome. I always knew you would do something great.” Oh my God. “Well, it looks like practice is about to start. We should go out sometime, catch up! It’s been years since we’ve talked.”

You nodded and watched as he jogged over to where some other players were stretching, then turned and buried your face in your hands. What the fuck. He didn’t remember Saturday. That was good. Now you just had to play it cool around him, and everything would be fine.

You felt an arm settle itself on your shoulder. “He totally thinks you’re hot.”

“Atsumu, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

The man in question quickly removed his arm from your shoulder, giving you a questioning look. “The fuck is your problem with him? I know you two still have whatever from high school that’s unresolved, but you look like you want to die on the spot right now.”

“If I tell you, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.” You could already tell you were going to regret this.

Atsumu brought his hand up with a cheesy grin on his face. “I solemnly swear. Now tell me.”

You sighed and internally cringed. You couldn’t believe you were about to tell Atsumu this. “On Saturday night, I got drunk and woke up in Suna’s bed,” you watched as Atsumu’s jaw dropped, “And he doesn’t remember anything, thank God.”

“Holy fucking shit, y/n!”

“Keep your fucking voice down!”

“Wait, wait, wait, it gets better,” you winced as you prepared yourself for whatever bad news Atsumu was about to bring, “He called me Sunday morning, talking about a ripped skirt and a bra some chick left, and that she stole his National Team jersey. You’re telling me that was you?”

Grimacing, you nodded.

“Damn, y/n. You’re screwed.”

You nodded again.

---

After a morning of tough practice, you were finally enjoying some peace and quiet at your desk. You ate the bento Yachi packed for you (she was a literal angel) and tried to avoid thinking about how hot Suna looked while practicing today. You couldn’t stop staring at him; every time you looked away, you somehow found yourself looking in his direction again.

Your buzzing phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

Osamu’s laughing voice filled the tiny speaker. 

“Y/n! You slept with Sunarin! And he doesn’t even remember!”

You were going to murder Miya Atsumu. 

taglist: @sunasexual​ @call-me-lulu​ 

[fruitcoops]

If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”