#i'll replay again in a few days but i'm so thankful this didn't give me brainrot

[coldshrugs]

and now back to the estinio chokehold we go

[sorencd]

hi!! can i request a charlie dalton fic where he gets jealous because you’re talking with neil too much? thank you!

not proofread : i'll properly format this sooner or later hehe

"so there was this part in the story where everything was just...boogsh! it was all dark and stuff and he got strapped onto a chair with his arms restricted and this weird machine thing on his head that read his brain waves. it was crazy! and the entire time me and charlie watched it, it was insane! it was a thousand times better since we were..."

charlie knew he shouldn't be scowling and have his brows all furrowed. you probably would've laughed at him and called him cute, if only you weren’t talking to neil.

"'stop frowning, you remind me of my grandfather.' is what she'd probably say." charlie blurted out of nowhere, still maintaining his unwavering stare onto you and neil. steve, who assumed charlie was talking to him, lifted his head up from his noted and momentarily stopped writing to look at his friend questioningly.

"what?"

"(y/n). she's been talking to neil for almost- the entire day! i haven't got a chance to have a proper conversation with her."

"have you tried approaching her? like you know, initiating a conversation?"

"yeah, but then neil would butt in and steal her away from me." his frown deepened into a pout and he crossed his arms more tightly, slumping further down into his chair.

"do you even have the right to be all protective over (y/n)?"

charlie didn't like what came out of his mouth and shoved steven the shoulder, turning his back against him with a deeper frown than ever.

"shut up, man."

"i'm just saying! instead of moping around why not finally ask her out?" steven paused to give you a glance, "and i think she's madly in love with you too."

"she isn't."

"she definitely is."

"she definitely isn't."

"she's walking towards us."

"she definitely- what?"

charlie halted his bickering with steven to look up, and to his surprise, not really, you were walking their way. and you looked as pretty as ever. he put away the frown he had just a few moments ago and instead replaced it with his signature smirk.

"finally done talking to neil?"

"huh?"

"nothing."

charlie abruptly stood up and started walking away from where steven and you stood. dumbfounded, you quickly tailed behind him, curious and determined to why he would suddenly walk away as soon as he mentioned nail, or at least you think he said his name.

unfortunately, he was walking faster than usual, and you couldn't exactly catch up with him if you went with your normal pace. when you and charlie were talking, he'd normally slow down and walk in slow strides so you two could have a proper conversation. but it seems like he wanted to get rid of you.

"charlie! where are you going?"

"i just remembered knox wanted me to do something."

you jogged up behind him and landed a firm grip on his shoulder, this stopped him from his incessant walking. he didn't turn to face you, however, and only stared ahead.

"are you mad?"

"maybe."

"aw come on charlie-poo, tell me what's wrong."

"no no, go back to talking to neil."

"are you jealous?"

a laugh errupted from you while you tried matching his speed-walking, also trying to catch a glance of his face.

"what story is he telling that he's got you preoccupied all day?"

he finally turned around to face you, cheeks slightly red from being worked up and brows all furrowed once again. you could tell he wasn't really mad at you, but it did make you feel a tinge of guilt.

"charlie, we were talking about- about that movie we watched."

"you could've talked about it with me."

"i know. but i don't get why you're getting so worked up-"

"i like you, (y/n)."

and your brain stopped working. you couldn't remember the last train of thoughts you had before those three words that left his mouth entered your ear, but it never came out of the other. instead, it stayed, replayed more times than you'd liked and echoed throughout the chambers of your heart.

"you- you what?"

"i don't think i stuttered."

your eyes grew impossibly larger than before heart thumping louder than thunder and beads of sweat were beginning to form on your back.

"i'm just- you- i feel the same way, charlie."

"what? you like me too?"

silence engulfed the both of you, charlie's unrelenting gaze on you made you... shy. something you weren't accustomed to feeling when he was around you. usually you'd have a warm smile on your face when you're with him, something that you only managed to point out now. you broke eye contact from charlie and stared at the ground, your cheeks flushing red and your hands flying to the hem of your dress-shirt, fumbling with the loose thread you ought to remove someday.

"(y/n). hold on, are you being serious? like this isn't some sort of joke?"

"as much as i love making fun of you, i don’t think i'd be cruel enough to play with your feelings."

before you knew it, a vice grip was housing your shoulders. forcing you to avert your eyes back to the boy who was probably more red in the cheeks than you are. and a wide excited smile adorning his lips.

"you like me too! holy shit- wait! no actually-"

charlie felt like his hands were on fire, he desperately wanted to shake the living hell out of someone to stipulate his energy-adrenaline-filled veins, or calm his clammering hands and erratic heart beat. he, quite literally, felt like he was having a heart attack. he didn't really know what to do at the moment, and due to the heat of it all, he settled for an extra tight hug to your body before scurrying off to calm himself down elsewhere. you weren't letting him run off on you again, however.

[legendofmorons]

Hi! Im new to requesting here so i hope im not late or sending you something thats against your rules. I also hope something like this hasn't been requested before.

Could i request some semi-romatic chain x reader (platonic for Wind because he's baby) where the reader needs to go do something (example: shopping, hunting, scouting, etc) and they need one of the links to come with them because they aren't the best at fighting/aren't familiar with this hyrule. So the way they get their attention is by calling for their "Pretty boy". Bonus points if the chain(again platonic for Wind) had a crush on reader!

Idk if you've seen that tiktok audio/video where someone goes, "Pretty boy, with me I say!" "..." "..." "Oh! I'm pretty boy?" "Yes! That came out a bit too quickly-" "...pretty?"

All i can think of is basically reader accidentally calling the link for you choice "pretty boy" subconsciously. The reader could either play it off and the link could tease them or reader can go all in and continue calling said link "pretty boy".

Hopefully that makes sense and/or isn't too much? Also if possible could you make the reader gn? If you don't do it already? Also if doing all of the chain is too much you can just choose specific one's, i dont mind who you pick. Anyways thanks for even reading my request and i hope you have a good day!

I'm happy to do this! This is such a good idea and I'm excited to write it. If I didn't do it the qay ypu hoped let me know!

I went for vague crushing vibes on all of them, but Wind's. If this isn't what you had in mind please let me know!

-In alphabetical order and names are in bigger writing than the story parts

Pretty boy (chain)

Pairing: Chain x reader (seperate), Wind & reader

Rating:

Summary: you call the boys 'pretty boy' these are the results

Warnings:

Other: -In alphabetical order and names are in bigger writing than the story parts

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Four

You don't necessarily love going shopping. You don't hate it either, but it's not your definition of fun. So obviously you want someone to come with you.

Four is always fun to have around. He's sweet, and he's surprisingly good at haggling down prices.

"Do you need anything else?" Time asks you, eyeing you over and counting off your weapons for self defense.

"Not really." You say, turning towards the path.

You observe the dirt road before turning your head and calling over your shoulder, "Come on, pretty boy, let's go."

The entire group goes still and silent. They're all staring at you.

Why are they staring?

You replay your words. Oh- shit. You called Four pretty boy.

Well- he is a pretty boy but still!

You turn back to the group, taking in their confused expressions before your eyes land on Four.

Well.... You might as well commit.

"Well? Are you coming, pretty boy?" You ask, flashing a smile to show the playful intent behind the question.

Four blinks a few rides. And then points to himself slowly.

"Me?" He asks.

"Yeah, c'mon, pretty boy."

Four gives a little half fought off smile. "Pretty boy?"

"Do you not like the name?"

"No- I like it."

"Good. Come on then, I could use the company." You say.

Four follows you. It's hard to miss the little giddy pep in his step when he seems almost inclined to giggle.

You'll have to call him pretty boy more often!

Hyrule

"You should take someone with you if you're going to the dungeon. It's better with help." Time says evenly, "And take plenty of fariea and potions. Okay?"

"Okay." You say, "Let me grab my things and I'll bring Hyrule."

"Good idea."

You go to your little space in the clearing, grabbing your bag and making sure you have plenty of equipment. You don't like having to rely on other people all the time. No one does.

You finish getting yourself ready before you turn to Hyrule, "Comr on Pretty boy, you're with me.

"Did you just call Hyrule 'pretty boy'?" Legend asks, a sly look crossing his face.

"No!" You defend, face flushing as embarrassment crawls up your spine.

"It's okay!" Hyrule assures quickly, his own ears tinging with a blush. "I like that name!"

"You do?"

"Yeah!"

You smiles a little, glad he isn't upset about it. "Well... good!"

"Soo.... you think I'm pretty?" Hyrule asks, and his grin is anything but innocent.

"Maybe?"

"I knew it! I'm definitely your favorite."

"Good god." You groan, but you can find it in you to really be upset.

If only they weren't all teasing you the rest of the day. Oh, well.

Legend

You find yourself stuck on middle watch, which is the Worst. Capital W and all. Like for first watch you stay up late, last you wake up early.

But middle watch? You get woekn up and then get to try to go back to sleep later.

Gross.

Maybe someone is awake?

You scan the group, finding what is to be expected at this point.

Time sleeps as still as a log, hand one over the other on his chest.

Warriors sleeps like a soilder, light and still but heavy enough all at once.

Wild, Twilight, and Wind are all in a tangled bunch of limbs. Though to your surprise they managed to pull Four and Hyrule into their cuddle puddle tonight.

Sky sleeps all sprawled out and half out of his sleeping roll.

Then you land on Legend- who seems to be trying to get comfortable. Is he awake?

One way to find out.

"Hey! Pretty boy!" You stage whisper at him.

You don't know what possessed you to call him that. But you did, amd you don't think you're wrong.

He actually sits up, looking to you. "What?"

"Oh good, you're awake!"

"No shit. What did you call me?"

"Uh-" you pause, having hoped he would either not care or not notice. "Pretty boy?"

"That's what I thought. You got a crush on me?"

"I can think you're pretty without having a crush!" You hiss out, face flushing with embarrassment.

Maybe he is right.

"Bummer." Legend says, "Here I was thinking you had fallen head over heels for me. Since I'm your pretty boy.c

"Oh my god. Just forget I said it."

"Nope!" Legend says.

"Whyyyyy?" You groan.

Sky

You are over again pulled into upkeep chores that the quest requires. Which, whatever but you wish you weren't stuck on laundry today.

Laundry sucks with only the river, soap, and sun to do it.

Thankfully, you have Sky to help you. He's such a sweetheart that you really do appreciate his help.

So you settle at the river with the pile of clothes and some soap and resign yourself to the repetitive chore.

You cast a look to where Sky is and call out within much thought. "Come on, pretty boy! Might as well get started."

Sky and Twilight both go still before turning their eyes to you. Both looking fairly bewildered.

Oh. You said the 'pretty boy' part out loud. Whoops.

At least it's just Twilight and Sky here. They're not too bad about holding things against you. Usually.

"Me?" Sky questions, looking fairly confused but maybe just a little flattered.

His ears have a hint of pink on them.

How cute!

"Yeah?" You say, but it comes out a lot more like a question then he'd like.

"I've never been called that before."

"Real? Like- not ever?"

"Never.... I like it, though. Please keep calling me that?"

"Sure, if you like."

"I would."

You smile softly, bit your eyes go back to the laundry. "Well come on, pretty boy. We still have laundry to get done."

Time

You'd ask why you're the one who's always in charge of day to day things like groceries, supply runs, socializing, and all of that.... But you've seen the others try. Some are better in these aspects then others- but you are still the best.

So you're in charge of it.

You've already split the work and have the group gathered around you to hand out the assignments.

"Alright, Four, Warriors, and Sky, you're on weapon inventory. Wild, Hyrule, and Twilight's, you're on market duty. Wind and Legend, you're on laundry."

The others all share looks with their task partners.

"Where am I?" Time asks.

You give a smile when you speak, though you swear the nickname is an accident! "Your with me, pretty boy."

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Shit.

You said that out loud.

"Did you just-" Time starts.

You cut him off with a tight voice, "Can we please pretend I didn't?"

Warriors just laughs at you, the ass.

"I didn't say I hated it." Time says simply, though you can see the shit eating gleam in his eyes.

Fuck.

"Great. Well, Time, we're on dishes. "

"I thought I was ypur pretty boy."

You feel your face heat up, but you can even care. Why does je have to tease you? Your heart can't take it.

He's so handsome when he's being a menace. Which is a big problem.

Well also the whole he's being a menace thing. That's a bigger problem.

"You're just being mean to (Y/n)," Twilight says helpfully.

"How? I'm just asking why I went from pretty boy to Time."

You just groan, pulling your hands to cover your face.

This is going to be a long day.

Twilight

Why you're left to babysit the stubbornest Links is still beyond you, and yet here you are for the umpteenth time- babysitting them.

Twilight, Warriors, Legend, Wild, and Wind are scattered about the clearing in groups of one or two.

Thankfully, Wild and Wind are on opposite sides of the area and not collaborating to cause trouble.

Unfortunate you hear trouble before you see it.

"Fan out, get low! Pretty boy with me!"

They all turn to look at you as they drop into crouches.

Oh good. You called Twilight pretty boy. And no one knows who you meant. Great.

You groan because that's easier than dealing with feelings.

"You uh, were looking at me when you said- that name.... am- Am I pretty boy?" Twilight asks, and his voice is a little too thick to be played off.

"Yes. Now get over here we don't have much time."

Twilight does, quickly making his way to your side.

He gets there in time to throw a shield over your heads when the arrow start falling. What a gentleman!

When it's all over you can already feel his eyes on you.

"So uh... I'm pretty boy?"

"Yeah, guess you are." You answer him.

"You think I'm pretty?" Twilight asks, and it's both hopeful and heart breaking to hear.

How can he not see that?

"Of course I do. I have eyes." You say, playing off any and all other emotions.

"So... I'm your pretty boy then?"

You just sigh. At least he's having fun. "If you like to be, sure."

Warriors

You actually don't mind going to town to grab supplies, what you fo hate is pickings who goes with you. Sometimes there's no problem, but sometimes the others get pouty if they don't get to go.

Somethings about socialization? Who knows.

But as you're in Warrior's hyrule, he's coming with.

"Alright, pretty boy, let's go." You say as you turn to look at the captain.

Oh, you said that out loud. Shit.

Maybe he missed it?

"What did you just call me?" Warriors asks, and he looks half confused half endeared.

"Uhhhhh-" You blue screen with nearly no idea what's happening.

But you do register embarrassment blooming.

Warriors takes on a smug look as he asks, "You called me pretty boy, right?"

"Yeah. So?" You ask, failing miserably at keeping your cool.

"You think I'm a pretty boy?" He asks, and you swear his ears are tinkered pink.

Why are his ears pink?

Is he- flattered?

"Yeah... You're pretty. You're a boy. Seems pretty straight forwards."

"That's not usually a name I like."

"Oh. Then I'm sorry I called you that."

Warriors shakes his head and gives you a soft look. Earnest and hinging almost on smitten "Actually- I like when you say it."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, come on then pretty boy." You say, flashing a smile.

"Lead on, (Y/n)."

He links his arm through yours eaaily.

Wild easily.

You find yourself watching Wild as he crouches and waits patiently for the perfect shot. You've been running low on meat lately and you're out here to aid his hunt.

Does ot usually take so long?

You can't tell.

But you would like to have a break from squatting a little behind him.

"Wild." You whisper just barley audible.

He dosen’t seem to here you.

"Wild."

No answer.

"Link?" You call again.

He stil dosen’t respond.

So you try again, "Pretty boy?" You say, words falling out of yourouth without thought or permission.

He stiffens, head whipping around. "(Y/n)?

"Are we even seeing animals to hunt?" You ask softly.

"No- wait- what?"

"How much longer are we going yo sit here? It's been like two hours."

"Twenty minutes. And did you call me pretty boy?"

"Oh- yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Oh... Why?"

"I was thinking we should move to a better place to hunt?"

"Oh... Okay."

"Any ideas on where?" You ask.

"Uh- maybe a hill.... Why did you call me pretty boy?"

"It just slipped out. I won't call you that again though, promise."

"No... Uh- I like the name.... I just don't think I've been called that before."

You have a harder time believing that. Wild really is pretty, has je eveb seen his own face?

"That's surprising. "

"It is?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Well.... I like the name, at least from you." Wild says again, his ears tinged pink and a barley hidden smile present.

"Yeah? You don't want Legend calling you that?"

"Not really."

"That tracks, pretty boy. Come on let's move to a better vantage point."

"Okay." Wild says, and you swear if he were a hardened hero and traveler, he'd be giggling.

Wind

You don't mind being put on foraging duty, especially not when the sailor is your companion. Wind has always been so fun to be around. The kid is like a brother to you almost.

He's a few feet away, digging through a mess of greenery that seems pretty weird to you, but he seems happy. And thats good.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Wind asks, turning his eyes to you.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Are these those poisonous berries Wild showed us?"

You squint as you scrutinize the purple berries Wind holds up. They definitely look similar.

"I'm not sure. Better leave them alone to be safe, though."

Wind sighs, "I thought you'd say that."

"Then why even ask, pretty boy?"

You don't know why you said it, but you did, and he's a cute kid. So whatever. It's honest, at least.

"What?"

"What part are you confused about, kiddo?"

"Why did you call me pretty boy? Is that an insult?"

"No, Wind, it's not an insult. Not from me at least."

"Oh. Good!"

You bite back the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, trying not to he overtly rude. His fave is definitely one you'll remember.

Wind looks pleased, and maybe a little embarrassed. But the glee behind his eyes is genuine.

"So, I'm your pretty boy?"

"Sure kid." You say, trying again not to laugh.

He's cute, in that kid way with the too big grin.

"The others are gonna be SO jealous!"

You do laugh this time, warm and bright, and glad to see him happy.

"Be nice, Wind."

"Never!" He calls as he starts foraging again.

[koffeesfancy]

Sorrel Ch. 4 | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: An American in London, you have recently graduated university with no job prospects so you take up a gig at a Guyanese bakery and become enthralled in the world of a regular customer.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2235

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

You spent the next few days in a fog of embarrassment, replaying the supermarket encounter with Letitia over and over in your mind. The idea of going to her acting class seemed impossible now. What if she thought you were some sort of creepy stalker? What if she mentioned it to someone else? The thought made your stomach churn.

Kerry noticed your odd behavior and prodded you for an explanation. "You've been acting weird. What's up?" she asked one evening as you both lounged on the couch.

You shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Just tired, I guess."

She wasn't being fooled. "Nope, not buying it. Something's definitely up."

You sighed, unable to keep it from her any longer. "It's nothing, really."

Kerry crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on."

You took a deep breath, knowing you couldn't keep it from her any longer. "Okay, fine. I got invited to this... thing by... this girl that I like."

Kerry's eyes widened with excitement, and she couldn't suppress a grin. "Really? That's awesome! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because..." You felt your face flush. "Because it's obvious I have this embarrassing crush on her! I think she only invited me as a formality, and it would be weird if I actually went."

Kerry laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh my god, you have a crush! This is priceless! Who is she? Do I know her?"

You fidgeted nervously, avoiding her gaze. "No, you don't know her. And it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Kerry's grin widened. "You have a crush, and she invited you to something. This is a huge deal! Come on, give me some details."

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "She's... amazing. But I'm pretty sure she only invited me to be polite."

Kerry rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking this. She invited you because she saw something in you. You should totally go!"

You shook your head, anxiety gnawing at your insides. "No, she'll just be weirded out. She saw that I had a bunch of pictures of her on my phone, Kerry. She probably thinks I'm some kind of stalker."

Kerry's laughter rang out again. "Oh, you poor thing! You really got it bad, don't you?" She softened her tone, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Look, you won't know unless you go. And you know what? I'll come with you. Moral support."

You hesitated, but Kerry's enthusiasm was infectious. "Are you sure? What if it's a disaster?"

"It won't be," Kerry said firmly. "You'll go, and you'll show her that you're serious. And if it gets awkward, I'll be right there with you. Deal?"

You bit your lip, considering her words. Finally, you nodded. "Deal."

Kerry grinned. "Good. We're going, and you're going to be amazing."

You still felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach, but Kerry's unwavering support made it a little easier to breathe. "Thanks, Kerry. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kerry winked. "Probably hide in your room forever. But that's not happening on my watch. Now, let's get you an outfit together. We need you on your a-game!"

The next evening, you led Kerry to the performing arts center, your steps growing slower and more hesitant with each passing block. The anxiety gnawed at you, every nerve in your body on high alert. The familiar streets of the neighborhood seemed suddenly foreign, each sound amplified, every passerby a potential judge of your insecurities.

As you walked, you kept glancing down at the tight shirt Kerry had insisted you wear, and the short shorts that felt entirely too revealing. You tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to pull it lower, hoping to cover more skin. "I don't know about this outfit," you muttered, feeling the fabric cling to you uncomfortably. "I feel so exposed. Maybe I should go home and change."

Kerry rolled her eyes, not slowing her pace. "You look amazing. Trust me, it's just your nerves talking."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the closer you got to the performing arts center, the more your anxiety grew. You felt every bead of sweat forming on your brow, the fabric of your clothes sticking to your skin, making you want to crawl out of your own body. "Seriously, Kerry, I think I should change. These shorts are way too short. What if she thinks I'm trying too hard?"

Kerry glanced at you, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You? Trying too hard? Please. If anything, you’re trying too hard to hide." She swatted your hand away as you tried to cover your legs, making you stumble slightly. "Stop fidgeting. You’re going to be fine."

You sighed, feeling the heat rise to your face. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who looks like they’re auditioning for a part in a teenage rom-com."

Kerry laughed, her grip on your hand tightening as she kept you moving forward. "If anyone is qualified to star in a rom-com, it’s you. With the amount of pining you do, you’re practically the lead character already."

You managed a weak laugh, but the knot in your stomach only tightened. By the time you reached the performing arts center, your legs felt like jelly. Standing outside the entrance, you tried once more to hide your legs with your hands, but Kerry swatted them away again.

"Would you stop that? You look great. Besides, this girl invited you because she likes you, right? She’s not going to care about your outfit."

"But what if she thinks I'm weird for actually showing up?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kerry gave you a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with determination. "You’re doing this because you want to, and because you deserve to be here. Now come on," she said, tugging you forward with more force than you expected.

Before you could protest any further, Kerry dragged you through the doors of the performing arts center. The cool air of the lobby hit your face, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Kerry's grip on your hand was unwavering. Her confidence was contagious, and as you took your first steps towards your fate, you felt a small spark of hope igniting within you.

Inside the auditorium, you were immediately struck by how bright and warm it was. The lights overhead cast a welcoming glow, and the soft hum of air conditioning created a comfortable, inviting atmosphere. A row of burgundy seats fanned out in front of a modest cherry wood stage, where Letitia stood, chatting with a colleague.

She looked effortlessly sexy under the stage lighting in a pair of form-fitting gray sweats and sneakers, her casual attire accentuating her lithe, athletic build. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her presence magnetic even in the simplicity of her outfit. She wore a snug tank top under a loose, cropped hoodie, and you couldn't help but notice how it emphasized her toned arms and the smooth curve of her neck. Her hair was now a cute, tiny afro, and the combination of her natural beauty and relaxed style made her even more breathtaking.

Your heart raced uncontrollably at the sight of her, the ambient chatter and Kerry's encouraging whispers fading into white noise. It was as if time had slowed down, every detail of Letitia etched into your mind—the way the swell of her backside was so obvious through her pants, the softness of her hair, and the easy confidence with which she moved.

Glancing around, you noticed that the dozen other attendees seemed equally relaxed and casual in their attire. The anxiety spiked as you became acutely aware of your own appearance—your oiled, shiny legs, the revealing clothes Kerry had picked out for you, your eyeliner, and your freshly done hair. You felt out of place, as if a spotlight had been cast on you alone, highlighting your insecurities.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to shrink into yourself. The feeling of vulnerability only intensified as you realized how out of place you looked and felt. Regret washed over you, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could you have ever imagined that you had a chance? The idea seemed laughable now. Letitia's invitation, which had once felt like a glimmer of hope, now seemed like a formality, a polite gesture misinterpreted by your eager heart.

Your mind raced with self-doubt, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears. You were stupid for even imagining that Letitia might be interested in you. She probably only invited you to be nice, and here you were, standing out like a sore thumb in your trampy outfit. The regret gnawed at you, making you wish you could disappear into the plush seats and never be seen again.

Feeling utterly out of place and overwhelmed, you turned and grabbed Kerry’s arms, looking her in the eyes with a pleading desperation. “Kerry, please, let’s just leave,” you whispered urgently. “I can’t do this. I look ridiculous, and I feel so stupid. Let’s go, please.”

Kerry’s expression softened, but before she could respond, you heard your name called from across the room. You froze, turning slowly to see Letitia waving from the front of the stage, her smile warm and inviting. The sight of her instantly rooted you to the spot, your heart pounding even harder.

Letitia hopped down from the stage with ease and began making her way down the aisle toward you. The attendees parted like the Red Sea, their curious gazes following her as she walked over. Each step she took seemed to echo in the room, amplifying your anxiety and excitement. As she reached you, she gave you a dramatic once-over, her eyes lingering on your figure.

“I thought it was you, but I wasn’t sure,” Letitia said, her voice filled with genuine surprise and delight. Her gaze was intense, as if she couldn’t stop looking at you. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Before you could respond, she pulled you into a warm hug. The world seemed to fade away as you felt her arms around you, the softness of her touch and the faint floral scent of her perfume enveloping you. You were overwhelmed, entranced by the sensation of being so close to her. The hug was brief but left you feeling both lightheaded and grounded at the same time.

Letitia pulled back slightly, her eyes still locked on yours. “Let me take a look at you,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. She lifted her hand and made a twirling motion, indicating for you to spin around. Your nerves spiked, but you complied, doing a slow, nervous twirl under her watchful gaze. The attendees’ eyes were on you, adding to the whirlwind of emotions.

As you finished the twirl, Letitia’s smile widened. “Well, don’t you look absolutely stunning?” she said, her tone teasing yet sincere. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Her words made your heart flutter, but the intensity of the moment also made you feel incredibly shy and nervous. Your cheeks flushed, and you found it hard to meet her gaze. You managed a small, hesitant smile, feeling both thrilled and intimidated by her attention. The anxiety and self-doubt didn’t entirely disappear, but under Letitia’s appreciative gaze, you felt a tiny spark of confidence mixed with your overwhelming shyness.

Just as you were getting lost in the moment, Kerry cleared her throat loudly, a reminder that she was still standing beside you. Letitia suddenly turned her attention to her, her expression shifting to one of delight. “Oh! I didn’t even see you there!” she exclaimed, her laughter warm and genuine.

“That’s fine!” Kerry replied, her excitement evident. “Cool set up you’ve got here!”

Letitia smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Thanks! I feel like I’ve met you before,” she said, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

Kerry chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. “Well, all of the neighborhood is my family, so it’s possible! You know how it is.”

They shared a laugh, and you felt a sense of ease wash over you, grateful for Kerry’s lightheartedness. Letitia then clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “Well, I reckon I should get started with class now that everybody’s here,” she announced, looking directly at you to shoot a wink that felt both personal and intentional.

With that, she turned on her heel and made her way back to the stage, her presence commanding yet effortlessly casual. You felt yourself swooning, a rush going straight to your head at the memory of a few seconds ago. The world around you faded into a blissful haze, your heart still fluttering from the encounter.

In the corner of your eye, you caught Kerry’s knowing glance, accompanied by a head shake in your direction. You instinctively understood it was a warning of a stern probing conversation waiting for you later, but the thought barely registered. All you could think about was the way Letitia had looked at you, the warmth of her hug, and how her words lingered in the air like a sweet melody. For now, you were content to bask in the moment, letting the excitement and hope of what was to come overshadow everything else.

Previous chapter

[h-eefic]

Would you possibly give us the cliffnotes for what the plan was for the rest of this fic? I've been following early on (like 2015??), it really truly has an important space in my heart. I even have it saved offline in case there was ever a time where it would be removed!! Even if it will never be finished, I still like to re-read it, maladaptive daydream about it, etc. I'd love to know where it would have gone in the end!! Or if you would release any drafts or whatever have you!!

I will write down what I remember! I think I've lost any outlines we had but:

Yes, Alistair was the shitty neighbor the entire time. It was so silly, we were obsessed with it.

After Liv leaves his hospital room, she spends days locked in her house, triggered bc of her parents and just generally shut down.

When she opens her door and sees Alistair standing there, she basically blue screens because he's a) real b) extremely good-looking and c) he's her what? I don't remember much about what comes next but I know they spend a few hours hashing things out, talking, putting together all the context of their friendship (discussing everyone they have in common, lmao).

Liv goes back to running away from her problems, tells him she's had all of her fears about being with him confirmed for her.

Ultimately, he talks her into giving him a chance to at least take her on a date. She walks him to her front door and he asks if he can kiss her. They do, and he's very convincing. :)

They spend a few days(?) flirting through windows at each other. For their date, he sets up a scavenger hunt for her to find the location for the date? And it was going to be so cute, he has her go to Andrastea to find a clue to the next location, which is Druffy's, and so on and so forth, he leaves clues at the places he's recommended to her. The final date I think was going to be at the beach. Liv ultimately realizes that she'd rather be with him and risk losing him than be alone and dreaming of police lights forever. It gets steamy. :)

After that, I mostly remember the two of them doing a tour around to all their friends and giving the update that they're a thing. Happy endings abound!

There was going to be an epilogue where they go on a road trip with Cullen and Lua, and we planned to commission different artists to make polaroids of them having a good time. Thedas Space Program 4 lyfe.

We really were at the finish line, and I'm so sad we didn't get to tell the rest of it. I have some small things like playlists, previously unposted sketches, and snippets that I'll leave in this Google Doc if you still want more. Emrys may have files I don't, so I welcome her to share them if she wants to.

I also welcome anyone who wants to play in the space to go buck wild, and if you do I would love to see them if you message me @bucket-fucker. I'm replaying Liv's canon as we speak, and I hope to write her again, I still had much more to say!

Thank you all for showing interest in my lil OC. And thank you for still caring. It's been a blast, and I appreciate you all.

-A.

[crystalsnow95z]

Give me a V so sick with something like a mix bronchitis and the flu, getting so sick can't even sit up on his own. It starts with just a cough during practice or during filming, that keeps getting worse until he eventually throws up on either caretaker Yoongi or Namjoon your choice. His fever is so high his sentences don't even make sense anymore by the end of it and he's very clingy because to him he's freezing.

I want someone to snap at him accidently from the worry he puts them through because they fell for his acting.. sorry English is not my first language. I hope it makes sense.

I'll try my best to try to match the prompt. I'm sorry it took so long.. my emotions are all over the place and I can't seem to write anything I like..

"Jimin you're moving too fast." Hoseok scolds him while they watch the replay of their practice. "And Jinnie-hyung, you didn't get in your spot for the second verse in time.. we'll have to try again.."

"I'm sorry Hyung." Jimin bows, panting softly. "Could you show me again?"

"Me too, I got confused on where it was.. can you show me again?" Jin asks, wanting to fix his mistakes.

Taehyung clears his throat to speak, his heart racing to even ask."Please, hyung.. I'm so tired.. can we do it.. tomorrow morning?" He asks softly, breathing heavily from exhaustion. He wasn't feeling well all day, but he didn’t want to miss practice. Not on the first day of a new choreography. They've been practicing for hours, and he knew everyone was tired too but he was at his limit. I just need a few minutes to rest..

"We almost got it.. we just need to work on timing. Just one more time, okay Taehyungie? I know how you feel.." Hoseok felt exhausted too, but they had a tight schedule of photoshoots, music videos,an award show, and they still needed to record for Run BTS. They couldn't afford to slow down.

"Just a quick water break, then? My throat is so scratchy.. I..i think I'm getting a cold.." Taehyung goes to get water before Hoseok gives an answer, coughing into his elbow.

"Okay, a few minutes of rest." Hoseok's heart twinges with guilt when he heard the low pitched coughing, rubbing Taehyung's back until they die down. Why didn't he say anything earlier about feeling sick? I would've been softer on him..

Everyone else follows suit, getting water to try to regain at least a little bit of their energy back. Yoongi goes up to Hobi, offering him water. “Here Hobi.. you should drink too..”

"Thanks, hyung."Hoseok takes a drink, surprised when he feels Yoongi pulling him away from Taehyung, going out of earshot of the vocalist.

"Taehyungie isn't the one messing up, and he's looking pale. I think you should let him sit it out, i don't want him getting worse before the MMAs." Yoongi speaks up on Taehyung's behalf, seeing him leaning against the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

Hoseok follows his gaze, seeing Jimin approaching his fellow 95er, offering him a towel to wipe off the sweat after he was stolen away. "Namjoon-ah!" He calls to the leader, not wanting to overstep his place. He led dance practice, but he didn't feel comfortable deciding without Namjoon.

"What's up Hoba?" Namjoon goes up to the two, sitting on the floor next to Hoseok.

"Yoongi-hyung thinks Taehyung should sit out practice. I wanted to know what you think about the matter. You're sharing a room with him.. what do you think?”

"He went to bed early last night. I asked if he was okay, he said he was, that he just had a headache and a scratchy throat from the recording sessions and that he was tired from the new diet he started a few days ago..." Namjoon explained what he knew about his roommates condition, looking at Taehyung. “If you think he shouldn't continue practice I trust you'll do what's best for the team..”

Hoseok looked over at Taehyung and Jimin, watching Jimin baby his soulmate. Jimin was letting Taehyung lay his head in his lap, gently rubbing a towel over Taehyung's wet hair. "You're getting my lap wet. Be sure to dry your hair properly before we go home okay?”

Taehyung nods sleepily. “Okay Minnie..I'll probably take a shower. I feel gross..” he says softly, coughing into his fist.

"I think he should sit out the rest of practice then. I think he'll be fine, just watching for now. I don't want to risk him getting worse when we have so much to do.." Namjoon agrees with Yoongi. Even it could be just him overreacting to a cold.

"Alright! Let's start from the top without V-sii..." Hoseok gets to his feet, Taehyung moving off Jimin so he could get up.

Jimin takes off his jacket, putting it on the floor for Taehyung."Here, lay on this if you want to lay down. The floor is a bit cold.”

Taehyung nods, spreading it out and curling up on top of it, watching the others gather together in the center, leaving his spot open. He tries to watch them practice, but it wasn't long before the ailing vocalist was asleep.

Namjoon wakes up to his alarm groaning as he stretches out on his bed. It felt like he only just fell asleep. He came in from his studio early in the morning, trying to fix the hook to the new song he was working on.

Namjoon jumps when he hears Taehyung coughing, relaxing when he finds the source of the sound, quickly turning to worry."Taehyung-Ah are you okay?" He rushes to the side of the younger member when he continues coughing instead of answering, quickly sitting him up. "Taehyung..”

"I'm..I'm okay.." Taehyung says in between coughs, gasping for air. Namjoon runs his hand across his back until the coughing stops, gently propping him against the wall. "Thanks Hyung.."

"You're cough got worse Tae.." Namjoon says sympathetically, placing his hand on Taehyung's cheek. "You feel a bit warm. I don't think you should film today, you should rest."

"No, no I'll be okay. I just need to take medicine.. it's nothing." Taehyung pouts, not wanting to miss run BTS. "I'm okay.." he repeats softly, giving Namjoon his puppy dog pout."I can do it."

Namjoon sighs, struggling to say no. "Stay here. I'll go get you some water and medicine, but if it doesn't get better in a couple hours you have to sit it out.. we have a music video to film on Tuesday.." Namjoon gets up, quickly leaving the room to the medicine cabinet, pulling out the thermometer and cough medicine.

I don't want to sit at home alone while everyone else films.. I have to convince Namjoonie-hyung I'm okay..

Taehyung forces himself to sit up, drinking some water to try to make him look better than he actually felt when Namjoon returns.

I could deal with the sniffles, but now it feels like his chest was filled with water, making it hard to breathe. It's just a bit of a chest cold...i can handle this..

Namjoon comes back into the room with the medicine, lulled into a sense of false security when he sees Taehyung was up on his own.

“Here Tae, I found some cough medicine and some pain killers.” Namjoon gives him the pill bottle while be pours the liquid into the measuring cup, but Taehyung struggled to get it with his trembling hands.

“You okay Tae?” Namjoon frowns when he notices Taehyung losing his patience with the bottle. “Here, switch with me. I'll get it.”

Taehyung pouts when he watches Namjoon open it in seconds, not realizing he wasn't a twist, that he had to line it up the arrows and pop it open. He just wanted the pain to stop.

Taehyung takes the shot of medicine, coughing on the bitter taste while Namjoon shakes out two pills for him.

“Thanks Hyung..” Taehyung sniffles, popping the pills into his mouth and washing them down with water. “I'm sorry if I kept you up..”

“You didn't. I slept fine, don't worry about that..” Namjoon reassures him.“I'll pick you an outfit today. You go shower. It should help your sinuses.” Namjoon orders gently, hearing Taehyung's uneven breathing.

“It's okay I can do it on my own.. I'm worried on what you might choose..” Taehyung tries to sound playful, but a cough takes away any chances of it working.

“Hey, if you don't like my style stop stealing my clothes you punk.” Namjoon plays along, smiling when Taehyung gives him a smile.

“But your jacket is so comfy..” Taehyung retrieves the “borrowed” jacket from the suitcase he never fully unpacked from their last trip, quickly throwing together an outfit of sweats and a plain shirt.

“You can wear it today, but you got to give it back. Okay?”

Taehyung let's out a small hum in response, going to the bathroom where Jungkook was washing his face with Hoseok.

“Good morning Hyungie, did you sleep well?” Jungkook greets him warmly.

“Are you feeling any better Taetae?” Hoseok asks, looking him over. He could see that the red tinge at the rip of his nose and that his face was drained of his usual honey color he had in the summer months.

“yeah, yeah I just got a bit of a cold.. I'll be okay..Namjoonie-hyung got me some medicine already.. I was going to take a hot.. shower to try to clear my sinuses a bit.” Taehyung says suppressing another cough. He tried to sound nonchalant, but both boys could hear him having to pause in-between sentences to breathe.

“You don't sound okay..” Jungkook frets, rubbing the back of Taehyung’s neck, feeling the tension.“I'll get the water ready for you.”

Taehyung strips while Jungkook adjusts the water to be steamy, but to not burn his ailing hyung. “Thanks Kook-ah..”he smiles, undressing to get in the water.

Taehyung is looking really thin. Was he that small last week? Hoseok searches for his phone, looking through his photos, finding the photo he was looking for.

He took a photo of Jimin and Taehyung during the last run bts episode, and Hoseok was right, even with his soaked shirt clinging to his body Taehyung still looked bigger than he did now.

Taehyung got in breathing in the steam to try to ease the congestion, coughing up phlegm as quietly as possible. It feels like there's no end to it..

“Taehyungie don't take too long, you still need time to eat.” Hoseok warns him, his voice thick with worry at the sound of him coughing.

“I'm not really hungry Hyung, I'll eat later.” Taehyung's voice is nearly drowned out by the shower.

“Just try for hyung okay?” Hoseok asks, leaving with Jungkook when Taehyung agrees with a soft ‘okay’.

“what's up Hyung? You look like you're deep in thought.” Jungkook asks while Hoseok leads him go the kitchen to eat.

“Huh? Oh..no. it's nothing. I'm just worried if doing run bts will be too much for Taehyungie.” Hoseok keeps his discovery to himself, not wanting to draw anymore attention to Taehyung.

“I hope it's nothing physically taxing..” Jin agrees, giving a portion of rice to Hoseok and Jungkook.

“He seems to have more energy than yesterday, but his cough sounds worse..” Namjoon looks towards the bathroom, focusing to see if he could hear him coughing.

“It'll be fine, we'll just keep an eye on him. If someone thinks it's too much we'll make him stop. He'll pout but he'll get over it.” Yoongi calms his members with his quick solution.

Taehyung spends a little too long in the shower on purpose to avoid eating. The thought of eating made him feel queasy. The shower helped loosen the mucus, but it only changed his problem from being completely clogged to dripping down his face.

“Are you almost finished Tae?” Namjoon calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes.. sorry Hyung..” Taehyung replies, turning off the water and quickly drying off. “I just need to dry my hair and get dressed..”

“Alright, if you hurry you should be able to get a quick bite before we go.” Namjoon leaves Taehyung to finish getting ready, going to the other members.

“He wasn't asleep just quiet..” he informs the other members, going back to his cup of coffee.

“Maybe the steam and medicine really helped him.” Jimin says with a hopeful expression, but that wasn't the case.

Taehyung has just gotten really good at hiding it.

Taehyung tries to sniffle quietly, the cameras rolling as the seven of them pick teams. The challenge this week was soccer, being in theme with FIFA World Cup since their team made it to the finals.

“I got red.” Jimin says looking at his paper.

“Me to.” Taehyung smiles, hugging onto Jimin.

“Same here..” Yoongi says complaining softly when Taehyung pulls him close. “Agh, Taehyung don't grab me, don't grab me..”

Everyone else got on the blue team, except for Jin who got a purple mark. “Mines..purple?”

“I'll explain it. The matches will be four on four. We got a special guest. We will be doing a quiz to see who will be on the team with a professional player, the loser getting whoever got the purple card..”a staff member explains.

“Ah, that's what this is..wait, i'm a consolation prize?”Jin pouts.

“No, no. You'll be MC for the quiz. It's just the luck of the draw.” the director waves his arms, clearing the confusion.

Just my luck. All seven of us are playing.. I was hoping to be the MC and stay on the sidelines..

Taehyung tried to quietly cough while staff was explaining the rules. It was only a little past noon, but exhaustion was already hitting him hard, pursing his lips together as he yawned.

Namjoon went over to staff, whispering in their ear. “Can we just have our guest with Taehyungie's team? He's not feeling well and think he should have a handicap..”

“We need to do the quiz or the episode will be too short.. I'm sorry.” The director bows apologetically.

“No, no it’s okay. I have another idea..” Namjoon bows, returning to his team.

“What's Namjoon up to?” Jimin watched with curiosity when he sees Namjoon's worried expression and the staff apologizing.

“Probably telling them about Taehyungie.” Yoongi shrugs, watching Namjoon gather his team. Or he's planning to find a way to help Tae..

“I'm okay,it's just a bit of runny nose and cough. No big deal.” Taehyung gives them a smile, but they could still see the pain in his eyes and the congestion in his voice when he spoke.

“Please don't push it, Taetae, it doesn't matter if we win or not.. There's no penalty, just reward, and you're more important than a prize, so take it easy. Okay?” Jimin asks, pressing his palms together as he pleads, knowing how competitive he could get, especially against Jungkook.

“I promise I won't, don't worry o..” Taehyung feels the itch building in his throat, turning away from him covering his face with his arm the coughs he was holding back come all at once.

“Taehyung..” Jimin braces Taehyung when he starts to double over, helping him gently sit in the grass.

Yoongi rushes to get him water, the other four members moving past him towards Taehyung to check on him.

“Taehyung I don't think you-” Namjoon goes to cut him out of the game,but Taehyung shakes his head, spitting out the thick mucus that forced its way out onto the grass.

“I'm fine..I'm fine, I..just choked a bit..” Taehyung says in between deep breaths. “Please Hyung, I want to play..”

Yoongi returns with a water bottle, giving it to Taehyung and a few cough drops.

“It's nice outside today and can just be a goalie. I'll be okay, please.. I don't want to disappoint army..they are always so sad when someone's missing..” Taehyung begs, opening his eyes wider and tilting his head slightly, looking like a pouting puppy.

“Taehyung-ah..” Jin uses a stern tone, softening when he sees Taehyung's face drop, eyes threatening tears. Sh*t, he's at risk of getting worse either way.. he's just going to beat himself up about it if he doesn't play..

Jin sighs, rubbing Taehyung's shoulder. “Fine, you can play until we think you're at your limit, no arguing about it.”

Taehyung lights up again. “Thank you hyung!” He wraps around the oldest member, hugging him. “I'll take it easy. I swear.. I can do this..”

“Don't make me regret this..okay?” Jin hugs him back, rubbing his back.

“I can't wait to play with everyone!” Taehyung ignores Jin's comment, giving a bright smile. I won't let them down..

Jin gets the questions from staff, watching Taehyung closely as they go through the questions. Taehyung whispered an answer to Jimin,clearly avoiding yelling his name to be called on.

“Jimin! False!” He answers confidently, trusting Taehyung despite not knowing if it was the right answer.

“correct!” Jin confirms, quickly getting to the next question. He wanted to get through the episode as quickly as possible, and it was clear the other members felt the same. They fly through the quiz, getting to the last question within ten minutes.

“mid-fielder!” Hoseok yells the wrong answer confidently, even though he knew it wasn't right. The score was tied and he didn't want to win the match. Taehyungie needs a good player so he can rest more..

“Wrong!” Jin tells him, turning to Taehyung's team to answer.

“forward! He's a forward!” Jimin replies excitedly, putting his team at the five points they needed.

“Aiish…” Hoseok pretends to be upset about losing, looking down in defeat. “Sorry..”

“It's okay. It's okay. Seokjinnie-Hyung is pretty athletic too, he can bounce the ball across those wide shoulders.”

“Come join us Seokjinnie-hyung!” Jungkook calls to Jin with open arms. “Join the losing team!”

Jin runs to Jungkook, the two hugging.

“I'm sorry I didn't help answer many questions, I couldn't remember anything about soccer..” Taehyung apologizes, bowing his head.

“Don't worry about it, I only got two answers right out of the five questions I tried answering..”

“Don't worry about it. It's good to rest your voice right now.” Yoongi reassures him. “we won. Be happy.”

“Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Lee Kang-in..” Their fourth player comes to them and after a brief introduction the game begins.

“Hyung over here!” Jimin calls to Yoongi to pass the ball to him, wanting to keep the ball as far away from the goal where Taehyung was.

Yoongi passes the ball, Jimin running it away from the goal, but Jungkook quickly intercepted it.

Taehyung only had to watch the ball, but he was finding it hard to focus. The sun felt unconfirmed warm against his back, wiping the sweat from his neck despite the fact he hasn't moved much since the game started.

He almost didn't notice the ball flying towards him from Jungkook's powerful kick, trying to brace himself to catch it, but he ends up moving too slow, the ball going straight into his stomach, knocking him into the net.

“Hyung!” Jungkook rushes to the goal, dropping to his knees next to Taehyung. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked it that hard. Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods, unable to stop his coughing. He couldn't tell if was from getting hit or if it was from holding them back, but he could hardly breathe.

Jungkook lifts up Taehyung's shirt, tearing up when he sees the red mark on his stomach where the ball hit him. “I need ice! An cold press…something quickly or it'll bruise up!”

“It..it's okay Koo..it.. it was an accident.. don't cry..” Taehyung tries to comfort the younger member between coughs.

Jungkook gently rubs his hand across to try to ease the pain, staff quickly coming to ice the area. “Will he have to go to the doctor? Is it bad?”

The staff member gently presses the reddened area, watching Taehyung's reaction. “How badly does it hurt?”

“It's okay.. really.. just a little bruise.. nothing serious..I just got the wind knocked out when I fell on my back..” Taehyung takes a few deep breaths, the cough dying down again. My head,chest and throat hurt more than anything..

“Don't act tough if it hurts Taehyung-ah, you could get serious injury from getting hit in the abdomen like that..” Yoongi sits next to him, checking himself. Taehyung didn't give any reaction to him pressing the ice pack against him, and Taehyung's breathing quickly slowed again.

“I'm fine hyung. Thanks for worrying though.” Taehyung hugs Yoongi, making the Deagu rapper tense up.

“You're really warm Taehyungie.. you shouldn't be that warm..especially with that cold press against your belly..” Yoongi places a hand on his cheek, feeling the heat coming off of it.

“What? No..no I'm okay.. it's just a little hot.. I just need water and to not stand still roasting in the sun. I just need water..” Taehyung breaks away from Yoongi, making it to his feet to try to prove his point.

“Sit Tae. I'll get it.” Hoseok runs to get him water.

“The score is tied at three.. two more points and someone wins, I'll be fine. It's almost done.” Taehyung reassures his worried brothers, taking a drink of water.“Just let Me finish the episode. Then I'll rest all you want..”

Taehyung got his way with the members, pushing another five minutes for the game to finish.

“We won Taetae! We did it!” Jimin cheers when he shoots the ball past Hoseok's out reached hands.

Taehyung wanted to cheer with Jimin, but he knew if he tried to scream with him he'd only cough again. Instead he opted to run towards his open arms hugging him close. “We won.” He smiles, speaking in a softer tone.

Jimin could feel Taehyung's heart racing much faster than it should, even with him leaving the goalie position to play, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Taehyung was smiling and that's all that mattered right now.

Jimin went to let Taehyung go, but his soulmate was still clinging to him, only tightening when he tries moving away.

“I'm..I'm dizzy..” Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes to try to ease the feeling. Even with his eyes closed, being completely still, he felt like his body was spinning. He takes deep breaths to try to stay conscious, but they come out as shaky panting.

“Taehyungie..” Jimin strokes the back of Taehyung’s head, trying to keep calm despite his heart rate spiking with worry when he feels Taehyung leaning heavily against him, unsure on if he was panicked or just unable to catch his breath. “It-It's s okay.. it's okay I got you.”

“I'm..I'm okay..i..I just..” Taehyung tries talking,trying to calm Jimin, but the tickle in his throat causes another coughing fit, burying his face in Jimin's shoulder. Sh*t..

Jimin slowly lowers Taehyung to the ground, turning him to lean against his chest, gently rubbing his chest to try to ease the pain for him. “You're really sick, Tae.. my poor baby..”

Taehyung gasps for air in-between coughs, his lungs burning as he desperately tries to fill them with air, squeezing Jimin's hand as the hacking cough continued. “Can..can't…” Can't breathe.. it hurts.. it feels like I'm trying to breathe under water..

“Hold on.. it'll be okay..Hyung will fix it..”

Namjoon quickly runs to the van, getting one of the portable respirators, out of breath himself by the time he returned to Taehyung. He holds it up to the vocalist's mouth, relaxing when Taehyung took a deep breath, followed by another before coughing again. “Breathe for me Taehyung..just take deep breaths..okay..?”

Taehyung nods, panting in-between coughs until they finally stop.“I'm..I'm sorry.. im..I'm okay now..”

“No. You pushed yourself to hard Taehyung-ah.. I knew this was too much for you..” Yoongi hisses, annoyed with himself for not putting a stop to it.

He seemed fine after drinking water and popping in a cough drop. He wasn't coughing.. just a bit breathy and hoarse. He wasn't stumbling when he ran, just a little cautious..

“I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..” Taehyung apologizes softly, forcing himself to sit up straight again. “I just wanted to-”

“No more excuses Taehyung. You were warned to be careful and you still pushed yourself, lying to us every step of the way when we tried to help you. You need to know when to accept that you can't do something. You'll drag the whole team down with your mistakes. How will you do a tour with a cough like that?” Yoongi sucks in his breath when he hears the harshness in his tone, eyes widening when he looks at Taehyung's expression.

Taehyung tenses, eyes pooling with tears, covering his face with his trembling hands. His stomach churned with guilt, swallowing hard. “I l-let you down?” he sobs, his voice shaking. “I ru.r.u.in..d it..f..f..’ He couldn't get the words to form, his voice turning into a cough that rattled his chest.

“No, no Taehyung I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that..” Yoongi reaches for Taehyung, but the ill vocalist pulls away from him. “Tae…” he whispers, eyes widening. “I'm sorry..”

Why are you sorry? I'm the one who got sick.. who refused to admit it.. I deserve this.. they might cancel the tour because of me..

Taehyung pulls his knees to his chest, burying his face inside them, his breath coming out in short gasps.

“Yoongi leave him alone for now okay?” Jin says with narrowed eyes. Taehyung had always been sensitive, especially when he wasn't feeling well. “he needs to calm down..” How could you lose your patience like that? You were so gentle with him yesterday..

Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung forcing him to lift his head, wiping his tears away. “hey.. hey don't cry.. it's okay.. he's just worried about you. He's scolding you out of love. Yoongi-hyung isn't mad at you..”

“B-but..i..i..” Taehyung tries talking, but it only makes him start coughing again, leaning into Jimin when another ripple of vertigo crashes over him, making him feel sick to his stomach.

“TaeTae, shh.. don't talk right now.. it's okay..I know..you only wanted to make army happy, but being sick and not taking care of yourself will make them worry..so let's focus on getting you home..”

“the..the..outro?” Taehyung whispers, sniffling to try to make it easier to breathe.

“No baby, we have to get you home. We can film one later.” Jimin tells him softly. “You're more important than the episode. It can wait..”

“Jungkook-Ah, help me get him out..”Namjoon whispers, not wanting to wake Taehyung. He slept through the whole car ride home, coughing in his sleep.

Jungkook puts his hand on Taehyung's cheek to keep him from falling when Namjoon opens his door, moving out from next to the sleeping vocalist.

“Sit him up just enough for me to get my arm across..” Namjoon orders softly.

With Jungkook's help he gets one arm around Taehyung's shoulders and another underneath his legs, slowly pulling him forward. Jungkook follows, not moving his hand until Taehyung's head was able to rest on Namjoon’s chest.

“He's light..��� Namjoon frowns, whispering softly as they go inside. “And I'm already sweating.. we need to cool him down.. “

“We don't want to risk waking him. With that cough, it'll be hard for him to fall back to sleep. Don't mess with him until he wakes up, okay?” Jin orders, his heart sinking when Taehyung starts coughing, holding his breath until the coughing dies down again. “He didn't wake.”a mix of concern and relief filled his voice.

“I'll stay with him until he wakes up..” Yoongi speaks for the first time since he tried to apologize to Taehyung. His health dropped so much after I snapped at him.. the doctor almost kept him overnight.. this is partially my fault. This is the least I can do..

“BTS would be better without you. You're nothing but trouble. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you that you'd never listen.” The Namjoon in Taehyung's dreams looked at him with annoyance, leaving the room.

“You're a big cry baby who just holds everyone back.” Yoongi adds in next. "This is your third time getting sick this month. You can't handle being an idol." He followed Namjoon out.

“You shouldn't sign the contract with everyone else. We'll be evened out, 3 vocalists and three rappers.” Jungkook takes the pen that Taehyung was holding, disappearing out the door.

“BTS is everything to me.. you guys are my family.. I want to stay with you..” Taehyung sobs, covering his face. “I want to stay.. please stay with me Jiminie.."

“Well you're no longer wanted. I'm tired of your mistakes.. I'm tired of having to listen to you whine and cry because you don't know how to handle being an idol. Just quit already.” Jimin says with a cold tone that makes Taehyung's heart shatter.

Taehyung felt something shaking him, pulling him out of the nightmare, tears pooling down his cheeks. He doesn't even take the time to look who It is. He just wanted the comfort of a person.

“Taehyung..it's over now.. it was just a dream. You're okay..” Yoongi speaks softly, stroking Taehyung's soaked hair.

“I..i..I do..don..'t..w.e..wa..ewn..i..st..ay..ay..no..” Taehyung tried to speak, but the words came out as a jumbled high-pitched sob. "I.i..wan.."

“Taehyung-ah, baby.. you need to breathe..I don't know what your saying.. you have to calm down..” Yoongi panicks when Taehyung doesn't respond to his voice, tears still streaming down the vocalist's cheeks, coughing out words that didn't even sound like a real language.

Taehyung clung desperately to Yoongi as if he let go he would leave him just like the one in his dream. His breaths came out as small quick squeaks. “Hy..hy..ng..m..m..s..r..y..” He closes his eyes tightly when he another wave of dizziness crashes over him, leaning into Yoongi.

“Taehyungie..you have to breathe..please..you're going to faint if you don't..Taehyung look at me..” Yoongi uses his finger to push Taehyung's chin upwards so their eyes meet, his chest tightening when he sees the redness in Taehyung's cheeks and the blue tint in his lips. “Taehyung please..” He pleads, eyes shining with tears. I don't know what to do, and the others won't be back for another hour..

Taehyung blinks, trying to get his eyes to focus on Yoongi, unable to process anything except that he was crying, reaching to touch his cheek to confirm he was seeing correctly.

I made him cry.. I made him worry even more.. why can't I do anything right? I am nothing but a burden.. I'm sorry, Yoongi..

Taehyung tried taking deep breaths, but the coughs wouldn't stop. Each attempt was more painful than the last, his sides burning with effort. “Ca..ca..can't..” he whimpered, his stomach lurching. It was too much stress on his body, his muscles searing with pain from his efforts to breathe. “Yoongi..” Taehyung tries to quickly push Yoongi away from him, but Yoongi didn't let him go, coughing up a mix of rice, water and mucus down Yoongi's back.

“Sh*t.. Taehyung..” Yoongi releases him, eyes widening. He wasn't concerned about the mess, only about the ailing vocalist, quickly looking for a bin when he hears him gagging again. He finds a trash can underneath the desk, quickly putting it in Taehyung's lap for the next round of sick.

Yoongi quickly strips off his shirt, holding Taehyung from behind to help support him, having his arm around Taehyung's chest to keep him from falling forward.

Taehyung gagged up another mouthful of thick liquid into the bin, whimpering from the burning in his muscles as they pushed up more.

“I got you baby, it's okay.. it'll be o-over soon.. just try…try to breathe..” Yoongi spoke both to Taehyung and himself, feeling his own heart hammering in his chest almost in sync with Taehyung. He could hear his stammering, cursing himself for letting himself get worked up when Taehyung needed him to be strong, wiping away his tears furiously.

The sickness ends just as quick as it started,hardly having anything in his stomach to throw up. He leans into Yoongi, panting heavily in between coughs. He continued to force himself to take in deep breaths, shivering violently despite the sweat that coated his body. “im..im..sorry.."

"It's no big deal.. it's my fault for not letting go. It's just clothing.." Yoongi tried to keep his voice steady, but he could feel Taehyung's shivering against him.

"I'm..I'm freezing..:

Yoongi didnt need to check with s thermometer to know he had a high fever. He could feel the uncomfortable heat radiating off of the younger member.“You got one h-hell of a f-fever.. you need to go-”

“No! No..I wa..wan..” Taehyung panicks, the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind, struggling to hold back his coughs, failing miserably. I'll get better.. I promise.. please just let me stay..

The door opens to the room, Yoongi's head jerking up towards the sound, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees the other members entering the room.”You're here..” Yoongi sniffles, biting his lip to try to stop new tears from forming. They cut it short to get back sooner..

“Yoongi I think you need a break.. Me and Jimin can take over okay?” Namjoon wipes the tears from Yoongi's cheeks.

“No. No I can't go.. not un.until I kn..know he's okay..” Yoongi shakes his head, but doesn't stop Jimin from pulling Taehyung to him. Jimin can calm down Taehyung better than I can..

“At least go get some water and take a few minutes to breathe..” Namjoon gently pushes him, but Yoongi tenses his body, making himself as heavy as possible. “Hyung..” He's really worked up…what happened while we were gone?

Namjoon didn't ask out loud,not wanting to add more fuel to the fire. "Did you give him any medicine?"

"No, he was too shaken up..I only just..just..now got him to stop hyperventilating.." Yoongi was trying to keep his emotions under control, but his voice still trembled.

“It's okay Hyung. We'll get him better, just try to calm down. You'll get sick too..” Jimin strokes Taehyung's hair. “Poor Taetae.."

“Minnie..” Taehyung clings to his new care taker, only then processing who had him. “I'm so.so..rry. I w..wo..won't cry any..an..more..I won't..”

“What? Taehyungie I don't know what you're talking about. Baby it's okay to cry..” Jimin blinks twice, perplexed about what his soulmate was talking about.

“He..he had a bad dream..” Yoongi explains, taking a deep breath. “It made his fever spike..he was..wasn't breathing, he j..just kept..coughing and when he tried talking..” he trails off, the image of Taehyung’s terrified face flashing through his mind.

Namjoon pulls Yoongi into a hug. “Hey, hey you don't have to talk about it..it's okay. You did your best.” He's hardly breathing, and I can feel his heart pounding. He's just as scared as Taehyung..

“Taehyungie, I promise I'll never be upset with you for crying. You're my best friend..I'll always be here when you need me.. every single one of us will. Don't ever feel like you need to hide your emotions from us.. we're family. We need to stick together..”

Jimin's words started getting through to Taehyung, his heart starting to slow. This..this is the Jimin I know..that one..the one in my dream..

“Taehyung..” Yoongi reaches for his hand, finally finding the words he needed to say, cheeks tinging pink. “I love you.. that's why I got so upset earlier.. I shouldn't have said it like that.. I just..” he sighs. There's no excuse for snapping like that.. I'm supposed to be the older brother..

Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. “I love you too..” He smiles weakly, coughing into his elbow.

“Are you calmed down enough to take some medicine baby?” Jimin asks, brushing the bangs from Taehyung's forehead.

“I don't know..i think I might throw it up..my stomach is in knots..” Taehyung admits softly, his body already growing heavy with exhaustion.

“Will you try for me? If we can't bring your fever down we'll haffgh..” Yoongi stops him from finishing his sentence, covering Namjoon's face with his hand.

“We'll figure it out. I'll try cooling him down with a wet cloth or give him a bath.” Yoongi didn't want to risk a repeat of when he suggested it.

“He's asleep..” Jimin whispers when he feels Taehyung's body grow heavier in his arms. “Aiish, he's like a heated blanket that's up too high..”

“I'll move him then.” Namjoon offers, but Yoongi is already gently moving Taehyung onto the bed.

“I'm going to go get the wash cloth and water..” Yoongi sways when he stands, Namjoon quickly grabbing his arm to steady him. “Woah, careful Hyung.. don't get up so fast.”

“You've been crying. You should drink some water first. I'll go get you some.” Jimin gets up, to get some water, but Yoongi doesn't wait for Jimin to return to go into the kitchen filling a bowl with luke warm water.

“Hyung I said to take it easy..You aren't looking well..”Jimin sighs, passing him the water bottle. His hands are shaking, and he looks so pale.. he really needs to rest..

“Its just a headache from crying. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. It's Taehyungie who's suffering.” Yoongi takes a drink of water, then takes the bowl of water and a wash cloth into the bedroom.

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Continue?

[projectneoflare]

Part 2:

It's been about a week since Malva has discovered the AI that Lysandre made for this digital world he made. She tried her best to visit every day to just spend time and chat with Neo Flare is what she called him.

Malva didn't really hide that she had been working on something around the other elite four members and the champion Diantha. She would just brush them off and tell them that is was just that she pick up a hobby but Diantha didn't by it and asked if she could see this hobby that malva was doing. Malva knew that her closed friend would not believe her if it was just a small hobby.

"Why are we going to Lysandre's café? I thought you said you cleared it out?" Diantha asked Malva

Malva opens the door and they both walk down to a lower level of Lysandre's Lab.

"I was going to clear out but there was something down here I… I just don't want to give up on i guess."

Diantha looks at Malva concerned on what she was about to be shown. As they make there way down one by one the of the camera turned on to look and follow them as they walked. Malva grabs an earbud out of her pocket and puts it into her ear as they get into a medium sized room with a server rack and a smaller box near it.

"Hey Neo, you told me there was a 2nd Holo Dive headset where did you say it was at again?" Malva saying out loud.

She pulls out a pink and black headset out of a box on the floor..

"Thank you for the help Neo." Malva turns to Diantha with the headset in hand. "It's easier to explain if I show you want I've been doing this past week. This one was going to be my headset from Lysandre but he never gave it to me. I'll log in with his headset over there. All you need to do is plug it into your holo caster and put the headset on it well put though a set up you trainer and after you should be able login. I'll meet you where you spawn in."

Diantha took the headset and trusted Malva knew what she was talking about and puts the headset on.

Malva joins in a waits for Diantha to join in, It doesn't take her long till Diantha's trainer avatar loads in. Diantha opens her eyes for the first time to see Malva welcome her in with a taller person behind her.

"Is that Lysandre?" "No, this is Neo Flare I know he looks like Lysandre but it's not him. Neo this is…" "Welcome Diantha to Lumiose City or a digital version of it ."

Diantha shots a glare at Malva for a bit before getting a replay from Malva.

"He can read your Trainer ID Name. He doesn't have any of Lysandre memories,"

"So, this is why you've been a good mood this past week. Neo, What do you do here?"

"I'm the systems AI made to keep this world safe."

Diantha looking closely at Neo for a bit till he doesn't know what she is doing a pats her on the top of her head.

"What? How did you… Your able to touch people?"

Diantha panics and logout after Neo did that. Malva follows her.

"What was that about?" Malva asks after taking the headset off to see Diantha now next to the server with a pokeball in her hands pointing at the server.

"You know we have to destroy this thing. He made this thing." Diantha screams at Malva but looks down to her pokeball clicking the button but nothing. Neo once more using a nearby panel to show himself telling her " I can't let you do that. This is my home after all." Neo backs up as Diantha swings at him like if she could hit him but he just a hologram.

"I'm not trying to fight you. Malva just wanted to share that world with you and this is how your going to act."

"Why do you keep coming back? Why can't you get the hint and say gone?" Diantha storms off with Malva not too far behind. Not before telling Neo they well talk a bit later.

Neo stands there for a bit before walking over to a nearby table with photos on it. Neo tries to pick one up but can't. It has 4 people in the photo Lysandre, Sycamore, Malva and Diantha they look happy.

Neo goes back to his server to wait for Malva's return. She doesn't come back for a few days. To explain it wasn't something he had done but more what his creator did.

Part 2 End

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"Hiccup, if it's a fever then it's not just sleep you'll need." Freya muttered, glancing at her sister who was looking through the basket she brought. Once Toothless brought her the broom, she couldn't help but smile at the Night Fury, holding back from behaving like a child because of how adorable that was to her. Gently scratching underneath his chin, she took the broom from him, "Thank you, Toothless."

She rubbed his head before examining the floor from where she stood. "I can't see a whole lot of dust.. but I can tell it still could use some work." As she swept, Ayla brought Hiccup the basket, pulling out the herbs for him to take. "I'll make some tea for you to drink it with! It really does help!"

Freya heard her younger sister gasp, as though she just discovered something, before she abruptly went to the door. "I forgot the honey! I'll be right back, I need to get it for Hiccup or else it'll taste nasty!" Without waiting for an answer, she watched as Ayla quickly ran out, slamming the door shut behind her. Freya remained still for a moment, startled at how fast she had left.

Suddenly feeling more nervous by herself, she resumed sweeping every corner she could find, trying to distract herself from what she was actually doing - in Hiccup's home. The events that happened for the last few days replayed in her mind, causing her movements to become more stiff. He probably, no, definitely, knew that she had drawn him with her sister, and it didn't help the embarrassment creeping upon her.

Snapping out of her daze, Freya hadn't realized she already finished the whole room they were in. "Uh, sorry, I was just.. thinking about.. something." Clearing her throat, she set the broom against a wall, brushing her hands off as she went to sit in a nearby chair. "It wasn't anything important."

She weakly shook her head, holding her hands together as she remembered the feeling of Hiccup's hand holding hers, "Let's not concern ourselves with what I'm thinking right now. You're the one sick, so you should be getting more.. attention, I guess." Wanting to distract herself some more, Freya hastily got up from the chair to prepare the tea Ayla mentioned.

"Y'know, it annoys me so much how you always say you're fine when you're really not." She made sure her back was towards him as she spoke, not wanting him to actually see her as she spoke, "You have a fever, and yet you probably still went to the forge or did something else that wasn't good for you, and you say 'Nope! I'm perfectly okay!'" Freya shrugged her shoulders in a way similar to how Hiccup usually would when he talked, " 'I could be hanging off the edge of a cliff but, nope, I'm still fine!'"

Freya, feeling more guilty than frustrated, mumbled, "Do you ever put yourself first?"

Giving a small smile, he said, "Thanks, Ayla. I appreciate it."

It was hard to not be cheered up by her happy, energetic self.

At Ayla's gasp, Hiccup straightened, looking to see what was wrong. He turned his head too quickly though, causing him to close his eyes, putting a hand to the side of his head as it throbbed. "Ugh..."

By the time he'd opened his eyes, Ayla had left. Leaning back, he closed his eyes again, trying to soak up the warmth of the fire, and the blankets.

Hearing her apology, he shrugged, waving a hand tiredly. "It's fine."

"Attention? No, I definitely don't need any more attention. I'm fine, really. I've dealt with worse." A bad cold was nothing compared to losing his leg.

"That's nothing new. A lot of what I do annoys you," he grumbled, his eyes still closed as he pulled the blanket further up towards his neck.

That made him open his eyes, angling his face to look at her. "Hey! Things still have to get done. Besides, how do you know what happened in the forge? Gobber promised not to say anything."

Rolling his eyes, he turned away again, mumbling, "I don't sound like that. What even was that, that thing with the shoulders??"

Due to being congested, his ears were clogged, so he didn't hear what Freya said, he only knew she said something.

"Look, I appreciate you both coming here, I really do, but I'm pretty sure I've inconvenienced you far too many times in the short span of a month..."

He was so confused. She hated him, didn't she? You don't check on someone when they're sick if you hated them... You didn't help tidy up their hut or make them tea if you hated someone...

Turning to face Freya again, his voice was soft as he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

[constellation-sapphic]

I got tagged by @h3adph0nez for this song game!! Thank you!!

POST 10 SONGS THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD LISTEN TO FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL OVER AGAIN, AND SHARE

First and foremost: the song I've listened to the absolute most this year, the song I most closely and cathartically associate with my old religion and the stuff I've learned about it since leaving- Suburbia Overture!!

When I was a little kid I was taught that you'll always be with your family if you get to heaven- but to me that meant didn't mean immediate family, that meant my entire ancestral line, and if they're all gonna be with their entire family too, then heaven MUST be some sort of massive suburbia. When I first listened to this song I needed to sit and think for a little bit, then I proceeded to replay it for... ever. I think I've listened to it multiple times a day since then.

NEXT SONG and there won't be so much backstory for the rest of these lol

Gender and gender expression exploration vibes, I like listening to the demo version too :) there might be a lot of Will Wood on this list

Found it during my emo phase in freshman year of highschool, listened to it again recently for the first time in a while and I almost cried AGAIN. Not gonna put it on this list but I can't listen to MCR's The Light Behind Your Eyes because it makes me feel an unhealthy amount of Grief. Honorable mention though.

Such a pretty song. So full of longing to pause time and stay in a moment forever

Goofy and uplifting and comforting :) 'I'm not behind I'm at my own pace' type of feeling

2 NSP songs!! This one is just goofy and fun to sing but damn you Danny Sexbang for having a voice range that goes higher than mine

Without the plot context it's a very sweet and sad song that encapsulates the love I feel for my little sister (who is on her Mission now) and the struggle I have voicing that love and being open with her. Multiple times we'd be singing show tunes in the car while I'm driving and I have to skip this one or I'll start crying

Fucking ow. This song makes me think of my roommate and their loss of their mother but how do you give someone a song like this. How do you tell them "I cried for your grief" One specific line of lyrics was the last words they heard from their mother.

Love a song that I can alter to match my vocal range PERFECTLY. It's been on repeat in my brain for the last week

Will Wood rounding out the end of it, this song was on repeat as I was driving to my ADHD test because I was so anxious if this would be the one that I get diagnosed in. It was!! Also just really fun to sing and within my voice range (thank you Will Wood for almost perfectly matching my voice range)

Here is where I'll tag a few people, no pressure to participate at all! Descriptions are also not necessary I just have a lot of Feelings and Thoughts about the stuff I listen to lol

@pacificroses, @nepheloid, @chaotic-murder-gremlin, @gohavefun, @knittypicky,

[light-wolf]

Ok, time for some thoughts regarding yesterday's Nintendo Direct!

Pikmin 4: Nothing too revolutionary, just taking the Pikmin formula and refining/expanding it, like Pikmin 2 and 3 did before it. And honestly, that's not a bad thing! I love the Pikmin games, they're really fun and charming and this one seems to continue that trend. It seems we're getting all the existing Pikmin types in addition to the new Ice Pikmin so that'll be cool. And the new doggo is adorable! I'm really looking forward to this one.

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective: This is a game that I always wanted to play and never got to do it, so I'm glad to see it ported to the Switch! Maybe this will be the time I actually play it.

Sea of Stars: Absolutely gorgeous and looks really fun as well, taking inspiration from one of my favorite games ever. Apparently it got a demo so I'll probably give that a try. I still need to play The Messenger though...

Game Boy and Game Boy Advance added to Nintendo Switch Online: Finally! And now I actually have the Expansion Pack thanks to a friend so I can get hyped about GBA too. The libraries are a bit limited for the time being but that's to be expected. Looking forward to replaying some of my favorites from that era and also try a few classics for the first time. Although the games I'm most hyped about are the ones that were confirmed to come in the future, like Oracle of Seasons/Ages, Pokémon TCG, Metroid Fusion and of course freaking GOLDEN SUN (yes, I'm ready to replay it for the millionth time).

Metroid Prime Remastered: Okay, I wasn't expecting this one, even though it had been rumored for a while. While I would've liked to see the entire trilogy in one package, the first Prime is arguably the best one and also one of the best games ever made. The remake looks amazing and much more polished than just a simple HD port. Seriously, if you haven't played this game before, give it a try, it's a masterpiece, and this is coming from someone who hates shooters (Metroid Prime isn't really a shooter).

Baten Kaitos I & II Remaster: HOLY SHIT. Another one (two?) that I always wanted to play but didn't get when it first came out before it became impossible to find, and never bothered with trying to emulate. I'd love to give the series a chance on modern hardware.

Professor Layton And The New World of Steam: HOOOOOO BOY!!! This might seriously be my favorite announcement of the Direct, even though they didn't really show us anything! I was a HUGE Layton fan during the DS era and I was so sad that the series kinda just died all of a sudden. I'm honestly so fucking hyped for this! Please be good, please be good, please be good!

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe DLC Wave 4: The new track looks amazing! Yoshi's Island was one of the defining games from my childhood so this gets me extremely nostalgic. Also Birdo was a nice surprise! I wasn't expecting characters in the pass! While I don't really care about Birdo in particular, this opens the door for more characters so maybe this means I can finally have my boy Diddy Kong again. Please. It's been so long.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom: Honestly I don't have a lot to say about this one. Am I hyped? Absolutely. But we still know so little about this game! What's the story about? How does it differ from BotW? Although, part of me kinda wishes it stays this way. Trailers tend to spoil too much stuff these days, so I'm fine with keeping the surprises for when I actually play the game. Oh, and it's a minor thing, but I hope they bring back Wolf Link and/or a similar mechanic (and not locked to amiibo this time). I just loved exploring Hyrule with a doggo.

Overall a really exciting Direct, and there were also a bunch of other cool announcements that I didn't touch here. Now to work on my backlog so I can play shiny new games without feeling guilty, lol.

[acacia-may]

Hello, just wanted to say hi because I was scrolling through the Nagisa tag on AO3 and came across your fic - really enjoyed it, ahah. I check my notifications a few hours later and see a familiar-looking username comment on one of my older posts, I scroll down and check their profile, lo and behold, it's the exact same author of the nice story I read earlier. Hope you're having a good day!

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for reaching out!! Hi, I'm Acacia. It's nice to meet you. 🥰

I have been enjoying your Nagisa stories so much! They give me all kinds of warm and fuzzies which I really needed after all of the painful angst of Ultra Despair Girls (I'm replaying it right now and sometimes I just reach my limit with how utterly heartbreaking it is. My poor little children 🥺💔). I especially liked your story about Nagisa "visiting his parents" (Sorry, I'm trying my best to be vague to avoid spoilers 😅) and vowing to one day become a better parent than they ever were to him. It would be nice to see his story come full circle like that [If he'd ever allow himself to have a quiet and happy domestic life, that is. Poor thing. I wonder sometimes if he wouldn't pursue that because he'd think that he didn't deserve it and/or because he'd be too afraid of being a terrible parent (due to lack of good example) and messing up his kid, if he ever had one. I'm crossing my fingers that this is something he could work through in his adulthood though since he would be such a good dad 💕]. I think my favourite story of yours I've read so far, though, was about Nagisa and Kotoko's friendship! It was absolutely precious, and I've had serious brainrot about their friendship ever since someone asked me to write about it. 😊💕

On that note, I can't believe you have read my story. 🥺💖 I'm so incredibly flattered and absolutely delighted to hear that you enjoyed it! It was my very first time ever writing for Danganronpa (but I took the request because it was from a friend) so I was so nervous about it, especially since I love Nagisa and Kotoko's characters so much. I just wanted to do them justice but definitely found it difficult since they are both so complex (and also because I was trying to imagine what they would be like when they were older). It's so encouraging (and honestly such a relief) to hear that it all turned out okay in the end. 💖

Right now, I'm actually working on another story about the Warriors of Hope with Masaru as the POV character called "Tackle the Monsters" (It's a request from my little sister, who introduced me to Danganronpa and Ultra Despair Girls in the first place and was all: "You wrote about Nagisa and Kotoko's friendship, so you have to write about Masaru and Kotoko's friendship now too! And bring all of the little hope warriors in this time!!" when she Beta read my other story 😅😂) so who knows maybe I'll end up writing stories centric on all of them one day. 😁

I'm not really taking more requests right now, but you seem like such a nice person and I'd love to thank you for all your great Nagisa content, so if there's a (platonic) Nagisa-centric story you'd like me to write, feel free to send your request into my ask box or DM me. No pressure though, of course. I'd just never pass up the opportunity to write about my son. 💙

Thank you so much again for such a kind message! I hope you have a wonderful day as well! Cheers!! 💕

[elizaandtwoothergremlines]

Día De Los Muertos - The Day of the dead

Today was a cold day. To cold for Eliza. She had been walking around for some time, trying to find Her siblings. Eventually, she made it to an alley, seeing Liv and Micah sleeping. Dear gods, have they been out here this whole time?

Liv? Micah?

Micah would wake up right away, as if waiting for her to come. Liv was a bit slower, still recovering from the punch that Gambit- or I guess, death now.

Eliza!

Micah ran up to her and hugged her as tight as he could

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!

Liv would stand up, and walk over to the pair.

are you ok? We heard what happened by death...... still mad at him for punching me

Eliza would chuckle a bit. Trying to fool them. To be honest? She felt horrible. Like a damn bus hit her, well, a CAR hit her. But it's the same premises. She wasn't ok mentality either. Today was one of the worst days ever. Today was Día De Los Muertos. The day of the dead. She could never bare it. She never did celebrate it. It was to painful for her.

I'm fine, don't worry.

Micah quirked an eyebrow at her. He knew that tone. It was when Eliza was trying to hide something.

No your not, what's wrong?

Eliza would stay quite for some time. Before sighing and sitting down against the wall of the alley. She knew she couldn't keep this secrets forever. I guess now's the time to say it.

Do you know what day it is?

November 2nd-

Día De Los Muertos

Eliza looked at them with sad and longing eyes. Then It suddenly clicked for the both of them.

oh.....I.......I'm so sorry....

You.......You never told us-

You never asked.

Eliza would sigh and hang her head low. She didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not ever. But she had to. She couldn't keep them in the dark for so long.

I can't-

Eliza tried to collect her thoughts as best as she could.

I don't........ want....... to celebrate it.

Both of her siblings looked at her in confusion.

but.......why?

Eliza would stay quite for a few minuets, before speaking in a quite voice

It hurts to much to remember........

the air had a tense silence to it. Then Micah spoke up

That's kinda selfish of you.....

Liv would jump up and hit him in the back of his head, but He didn't react to it, and instead explained why

Eliza, there your parents. It's not right that you put yourself before them. I know it's hurts to remember your past. But you can't just push it away and hope for the best.

She would remain silent, before sighing and hitting her head on the back of the wall. tears slowly falling from her eyes.

I know........

Micah would squat down and hold out his hand

No one said you have to do this alone. We're here for you.

Eliza would look up. Just staring at him for a few minutes. Before grabbing his hand and standing up with him. She would give him a small, soft smile.

thank you

He would smile back, and give her a side hug

don't mention it, now, what do we have to do?

She would look at them for a few seconds, before replaying

Well, we have to make an ofrenda

I'll try to find some marigolds and food

Eliza would look down for a moment

Micah..... we have to go to the house...... to try and find a lest ONE surviving picture of them.....

well then, we better get going

and they were off. Liv by herself and Micah and Eliza on there way to the house

[o-kaythislooksbad]

ailesswhumptober day 25: humiliation / betrayal / "how could you?!"

chapter 4 / 7 of i'm too close to breaking | rated t, chose not to warn

roni, the one bright shining star in an otherwise dark sky of confusion, has just burned out. grid's played and replayed the footage a dozen times already, and vic's scanned enough of the crime scene photos and lab reports to know that roni is the one systematically picking off the corporate patrons behind her injuries and botched surgeries.

she picks up her phone on the first ring, cheerfully wishing him a good morning. 

"cut the crap, roni. i saw what you did."

there's silence on the other line for a few seconds, then she sighs and replies, "and you're gonna tell me that revenge is stupid, and i should've waited for the legal system to catch up with these guys? grow up, vic."

"that's not what i was going to say."

"no?" she asks, and he can practically see her folding her arms across her chest. "then what, vic, 'cause you weren't calling to be nice."

"i…" vic trails off, because she's right. anything he'd say would be mean-spirited, even though his frustration isn't really at roni.

"you know what, i'm not doing this with you right now. i'll send you rendezvous and we can meet tonight, if you still want to hang out with a lowlife like me."

--

the park is almost empty, and whatever pretense of a calm conversation quickly dissipates as vic's anger bursts out of him. 

"i don't get it, roni. how could you?!" 

"easily," roni shrugs. she grins as she rolls her shoulders again. "look, i can move again, thanks to that weird-ass jello from the painting bug things. i was dying, now i'm not, and all the bastards who tried to prove their strength by killing me are learning that karma's a bitch."

"scants," vic replies, because the details matter. "the scants and their uma jelly from the white space. and i'm talking about the way you killed those men in cold blood, not that janky magic school bus ride we took while we were drugged."

roni scoffs. "see, this is what i mean. you care so much about all these technicalities that you ignore the realities right in front of your face. they were far from innocent, vic, and we both know it. the only difference is that i know myself enough to know what needs to be done about them. besides, how is this any different from what you do with the justice league rejects?"

"well, for one thing, we don't go after ordinary people."

"batman and the others sure as hell do. every week there's new footage of robin and his own sidekicks whupping ass and breaking legs. you wanna tell me they only hit metahumans and freaky creatures from the unknown?" 

"no, but those are criminals!" 

"and so were the men in those boardrooms! you think that a fine-tailored suit and some shiny shoes make them immune from behaving badly?"

"this is not who you are," vic says, changing tactics. he knows he's wrong while desperately hoping there's a shot at him being right, of them finding a middle ground. 

roni shakes her head, smiling sadly. "i was honest with you from the start."

"about who you were."

"no, vic. about who i am. i do what i have to do to get by in this world, and i was doing just fine before you showed up. not to mention that you're hands aren't exactly clean, either, or have you forgotten that your precious star labs and caulder robotics were involved in making both our cybernetics?"

vic stares at roni. how can she possibly compare their enhancements? she chose to join the military, to join a black ops division; she knew what she was doing. he had no choice in the matter at all, and didn't even know that having a body like his was possible until he woke up in it.

"oh, don't you give me that look. for all of your smarts, you sure can be a dumb-ass sometimes. and if you even think about trying to stop me, or turning me over to the cops, you're gonna get your dumb ass handed to you." 

---

vic takes the long way back to the manor, running miles to a random gas station before calling a cab to drop him off at another one, then running again. he loses track of where he is by the fifth gas station, but grid is still monitoring his every movement, so it doesn't matter. it's not like he's in a rush to get back, either.

the sex ghosts are still randomly fucking around the place, niles apparently took a spaceship to track down dorothy and cliff, who are, as far as vic knows, currently at a county fair and not on the goddamn moon, while rita waltzes up and down the staircase rehearsing the single line she has in the community theater's play villainizing their team. larry had initiated a group call earlier this morning, saying something about being the girl's babysitter for a little while longer, whatever that means, and that they won't be back for at least another day unless flit changes her mind. 

the fact that all of those sentences actually make sense to him propels vic forward. he can't outrun the nonsense of his life, but he sure as hell can use it to help him train, to help him be better at whatever it is he wants cyborg to stand for. roni was right about them being much more alike than apart, and he hates himself for ignoring her until now. 

"incoming call from manor, comma doom," grid announces. "do you wish to connect?"

"fine," he replies, slowing to a jog, and is immediately overwhelmed by the sounds of robotic chaos. "hello? what the hell is going on over there?"

"oh, thank goodness! vic, you must come back here at once! cliff insisted on bringing back a collection of awful - "

"- excuse you, miss prim and proper, these guys are delightful! ouch! the fucker bit me! - "

" - things from the carnival, some sort of battery-powered nightmare creatures."

"and what, exactly, do you want me to do about it?" vic doesn't bother hiding his frustration. "c'mon, beekeeper, it's time to prove you got what it takes."

something shatters in the background, prompting dorothy to screech and cliff to swear up a storm. 

"what?"

"you heard me, rita. you wanted this," vic reminds her. "being your own hero means figuring these things out for yourself. grid, disconnect." 

he runs past a couple arguing, past someone with a hand inching towards a stranger's bag, past someone who definitely looks like they're about to snap, but he doesn't slow down. he doesn't stop or look back, but he doesn't stop hating himself, either.

[bowandcurtsey]

I'm sorry ahead of time if this is a long request. 🥺

I wanna request (if you have time) for a comfort/fluff story? I am having a tough time this week since I was asked to paint my best friend (who had passed many years ago) as a gift and I'm not handling it too well.

Would I be able to request a LiebeXfem reader comfort/fluff story where she breaks down in pirvate as she's painting the portrait and he overhears her? Something with extreme fluff and maybe a few kisses. If it's not too much trouble. 💓 Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Hi my lovely bby, I'm so so sorry I'm so late, I hope that you are feeling better. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ It's always hard when you lose someone you love, it's like they took a part of you with them, didn't they? (ಡ‸ಡ)

Anyway, here's your request, and I hope your best friend in heaven gets to see you smile too (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Also, I'm not too sure about the gender of your bestie, so I'll keep it gender neutral ♡

Characters: Liebe x f! reader TW: death, loss, grieving

Your fingers tremble as the tip of the brush reached the canvas. You looked at the sketched out, half painted face, the face you haven't seen in a long while.

"Hey," you whispered to the canvas, "how are you doing?"

You took a deep breath and a sip of water. Did a little stretch and continued the painting. You reminded yourself to keep positive, that this was a good thing, it was a gift.

You filled in their brows and think about how it furrows when they listen to you rant about your problems.

Their e/c eyes, that twinkled when they smiled. Yes, their lips when they smile. It's been awhile since you heard their laughter. The laugh that bounced off the walls of where ever you both were at.

You couldn't take it anymore, the heavy stone in your heart breaking your dam, as the waterworks started. You put the brush down and put your head in your hands, sobbing over like it was just yesterday that they left, your mind replaying all the precious moments you both shared.

A hand patted the top of your head, slowly stroking you, “hey.”

His familiar voice soft like a whisper. It felt like a gentle caress, a comfort for your damaged heart and you sobbed even harder.

Liebe sat beside you and pulled you into his embrace. He was warm and his sweater was soft and smelt like raspberries. Your feelings and emotions intensified as you clung onto him like it was for dear life.

The hand on your head had it's fingers weaving through your hair, helping you tuck those stray ends away from your face so you could breathe in between your sobs. His other arm held onto your waist firmly, so you were snug in his lap.

He pressed soft and gentle kisses to your hair and forehead. Slowly taking your hand in his and planting more kisses on it too. It was until your sobs turned to sniffs that Liebe started to talk again.

"You feeling better now, baby?" His hand cradled your face, slender thumb brushing the remains of your tears left on your cheeks.

You leaned into his palm as you gave a small nod.

With Liebe, you didn't need to explain much. He was smart and he always understood. He simply saw the painting and understood what was going on.

"You hungry?" he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips this time.

You shook your head.

"Hmm, but I am.." he gave you a little pout, "wanna accompany me while I grab a bite?"

"But I need to finish.." you whispered.

"You need a break and I need food, we'll make a quick one and be back to finish together." he said.

He wasn't giving you a choice. As soon as you fell silent, he scooped you up and out of the room.

Your mood was lifted the moment you stepped out and took in some fresh air. The gentle breeze hit your skin and you felt much better again. Liebe was still carrying you, not having any intentions of putting you down.

And that day, you decided to just indulge yourself a little and let your boyfriend spoil you. You stayed in his arms as he grabbed some burger from Charmy's kitchen and sat in the hall to eat. He even fed you some and of course nobody could resist Charmy's food.

You ended up eating your own burger after that and he did keep his promise to accompany you to finish your painting; you sitting in his lap.

Sometimes you felt lost, without a direction in your life. But at that moment you decided that home is in Liebe's arms.

[plasma-studios]

(tw) A Note Led To Something So Much More (Marc X Steven)

"Hey."

"Bugger off, Marc." Marc sighed from the mirror.

"Steven. Let me in, Khonshu gave me a new mission tonight." "Yeah? Well, go tell that bird demon to bugger off too. I'm sick and tired of this." "Steven." "Marc." Steven rolled over, blatantly attempting to end the conversation. "Anyway, if I fall asleep you'll gain control of my....our body. So stop bothering me. You're already on thin ice." "...Steven.You have to be awake for this."  That sounded...quite peculiar, Marc. I only gave you permission to heal, not...destroy. 

Marc's face would've reddened if he was in control.

"Oh, great, now the bird's here to convince me. Hah, why not do your worse, Khonshu?"

Steven's bravo (or more accurately stupidity) was quite a feat. Even if Marc couldn't feel the seed of fear emitting from Steven in their shared form, Steven was still Steven. He knew the might of the gods even more than Marc. Nerd.

But Marc didn't try to defend Steven in front of Khonshu. He didn't need to

The god, it seemed, had begrudgingly grown a soft spot for Steven.  Marc. You have one chance to fix your...alter. Do not waste this, or I shall withdraw my kindness.

"Fix me? I don't need fixing!" 

Steven could feel the weight of both deadpan looks.  "Steven, turn over. Let's talk for a bit." "Yeah, you're absolutely mental if you think I'm talking to you again."

He's as stubborn as you, Marc.

"Steven." "Fuck off." Steven curled into a ball.  "...Sorry." "..." "I'll try again tomorrow. Sleep well, Steven." This is your one chance, Marc. Are you giving it up? Steven doesn't trust me. I have to earn it before helping him heal.  ...

For a moment, Marc was terrified that Khonshu would refuse and allow Steven to decline further.

Instead, Khonshu said something else.

Hurry it up.

Steven blinked out, and Marc was in control. Marc slowly rose, making note of the tiredness in their body.

...

Ah. There it was.

Marc found the flame, the flame of anguish, of regret, of loneliness festering inside them. 

It didn't entirely belong to just Steven.

Steven awoke to a cup of hot chocolate.

A note lay aside it. Hey, Steven.

Steven blinked. That was it? No cajoling, no pleading, no ultimatums, just...a simple greeting?

... Steven caught sight of Marc in the microwave's reflection.

... "Good morning, Marc." He sips the drink; lukewarm, but it's pretty good.

Of course, Marc couldn't stop with his missions. Khonshu made some effort to give Marc some leeway, but Steven's soreness each morning gave it away.

Steven didn't discuss it with Marc, though.  He could see the weariness in Marc through the reflections. ...

Eh. Going to work tired wasn't anything new anyway. Marc knew what he was doing; Steven shouldn't interfere.

A few days later, when Marc gained control, he realised Steven had left a gift for him.

A portion of steak, alongside a glass of water.

We're different people anyway, so it shouldn't matter, said the note next to the food.

When Marc finished off the meal, a small smile blossomed on his face.

I see you've made progress. Well done, but don't forget about your mission today.

Got it, got it. I'm going, just let me wash these dishes first.

Five minutes. No more than that.

"Marc? Marc!" Steven shot up, sheen of cold sweat glistening in the moonlight.

"Steven!" Marc too jolted from the half-sleep he had been in (missions were brutal, okay?).

"What's wrong, Steven?" Marc urged from the mirror. "...Sorry. Nightmare. Go...go back to sleep." Steven curled in a ball, the nightmare replaying itself.

-

You're so selfish, Steven.

What has Marc ever done to harm you?

That's right. 

Nothing.

You are toxic.

How could anyone ever love you? How could anyone care about you? You are broken.

You are useless.

You are toxic.

Then Steven was on The Rooftop.

You know the one.

The accomplice of so many deaths.

So many suicides.

And Marc was there too.

"Marc! Marc, thank god- Marc?" Marc didn't answer him. He just kept looking beyond the barrier.

Inching closer.

Steven's heart clenched.

He didn't know why.

"Marc? Marc, what are you doing?" "..." Marc put one hand on the barrier.

"Marc?"  

Steven took one step forward, hand reaching out.

"You are toxic." It was soft, but it cut deep.  Like flaying Steven to bone.

Then Marc swung over the barrier. 

"MARC!" Steven lunged forward, only for invisible ropes wrap around him and drag him away.

You are toxic.

You are toxic.

I am toxic.

"MARC!" Steven screamed once more in agony. Not physical pain, no no, it hurt so much more.

Numbness was already beginning to set in.

-

"Steven!" Marc jerked the other out of the flashback.

"Please don't go, Marc. I'm sorry I was such an arsehole, just please don't...please stay with me!" Steven's shaking pupils fixed on the concerned alter in the reflection.

"Hey, it's okay, Steven. it wasn't real. I'm here, see? I'm okay."

"...I don't think I can fall back asleep." Steven clenched at Marc's...no, their hands.

"Hey. Hey, Steven, go to sleep. I'll take over so you won't have any nightmares."

"But you need your rest too," Steven murmured.

"I'll rest tomorrow. You get your share of it first." "...Thank you, Marc." "No worries, love."

Steven was too tired to register the last bit.

But Marc was very, very much aware. 

When he gained control, their face grew hotter than the sun as Marc cursed his loose tongue.

...At least Steven went to sleep.  See, with my interference Steven got much better.

Pal, you literally gave him a nightmare.

And? Don't be ungrateful, Marc.

Marc didn't have a good response to that.

It started becoming a regular thing. The two leaving notes for each other.

Hey, Steven, I put some clothes into the washer.

Hey, Marc, hope you're doing alright. Don't strain yourself if you don't have to.

Hey, Steven, our fridge is out.

Dammit. I'll go to the supermarket this week.

Then, of course, it happened.

Hey, Marc. I have a free day next week, wanna go to Sunset Park? Hardly anyone goes there.

Love you, 

Steven

...

Sounds great, Steven. See you then.

Love you too,

Marc.

<3

-

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[osamusriceballs]

Friends with benefits - Part I

Osamu x fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW

Words: ~1 k

A/n: Part II (with NSFW) will follow tomorrow!

Part II II Part III

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Friends with benefits.

Those three words.

Not exactly the three words you wanted to hear after you drunkenly hooked up with your boss.

But here you are now.

Friends with benefits with no one else, but the Osamu Miya.

Flashback:

"Thanks for helpin' me, y/n. I'll pay for all the extra hours."

You know him well enough to know, that he will will not only pay for the extra hours but also give you a huge bonus for this. "Thanks. I appreciate it." You smile- desperately trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he fondly smiles back, visibly relieved that you didn't mind to stay longer.

Osamu Miya.

The outrageously handsome, young and attractive owner of Onigiri Miya.

You had started to work there after you moved to Tokyo. It started as a normal part-time job, but slowly became like a second home to you. Spending late nights with Osamu, enjoying the last few leftover onigiris while talking and slowly getting to know each other better and better.

At first you thought that the attraction towards him was just a small crush. But the calm, yet sometimes explosive chef (especially when his twin brother decides to pay a visit to his favorite restaurant in Tokyo), and his intriguing personality slowly lured you in and made your heart beat faster whenever you interacted with him.

You blessed the hot summers in Japan for making him wear these tight black shirts, accentuating his body perfectly and showing off his well-build torso along with his impressive muscles. He got you simping for him without even trying, every small moment of physical interaction replaying in your mind over and over again.

The way he moved you by your waist when you accidentally blocked his way, his chest pressed against your back for just a short second- but you will never forget how massive he felt right behind you. How he sometimes let's you try his latest food creations and actually feeds you, when your own hands are too busy preparing drinks. He doesn't even get shy, he always patiently waits for you to chew and tell him your honest opinion, making it hard for you to focus when he's so intently staring at you.

And today was the big celebration day. One of the top teams in Tokyo booked the whole restaurant (thanks to the recommendation of a certain blonde), causing you and Osamu to work overtime.

But you don't mind. You actually enjoyed the day, having fun with the lively guests, especially Hinata and Bokuto, who also animated you to drink during your shift. Not that Osamu would mind though. He knows that you would never go overboard.

"We're almost done." You finished wiping the last table, turning back to Osamu with a tired smile- but pause surprised when you see that he put two glasses of wine and a small plate with food on a table. He finishes by lightening a candle on it and looking at you. "Come here. Take a seat."

"Why are you-" your jaw almost drops when he pulls out the chair for you to sit on it.

"Just felt like ending the day with somethin' nice. Aren't ya hungry?" He shrugs his shoulders as if it's no big deal but you gulp hardly, trying to ignore the heat coming up to your cheeks. "Sure." you mumble, sipping on the wine to conceal your flustered face. This feels like a date- hell he even got the expensive wine for you.

"Hope ya had fun today. I saw ya laughing with Bokkun all day."

"Yes, he is amazing. And Hinata-kun was pretty nice too, we played this truth or dare game, and he had to drink quite a few shots. I hope your brother will take good care of him." Osamu's smile is so genuine while he's listening to you- his cheeks slightly pink as he also had a few shots with his brother to celebrate.

"I'm sure he will fail to do that but Omi will manage them. What game were ya playin'?"

"Oh, let me check, we had to stop playing because Bokuto-kun was getting tipsy too- he was so loud, wasn't he?" you chuckle when you think about Bokuto calling his best friend for a dare and singing "Happy birthday, Akaashi" through the whole restaurant.

"See, this is the one." You show Osamu your phone, and he leans towards you. Your faces are almost touching, the sudden proximity taking you by surprise. His hair is softly falling into his face without the cap holding it back, his upper arms flexing when he puts his weight on them while he leans on the table.

Two meals on the table now.

"You- you just click here, and then you'll see the next question." You click on the small button- and almost die of shame when you read it.

Call your boss and tell him that you want to have sex with him.

"Oh fuck. Sorry. It's the adult version. Please don't mind."

You avoid looking at him and lean back to reduce the near between the two of you.

It's silent.

Way too silent. From the corner of your eyes you see that he moved back too. Your foot is nervously tapping on the ground, waiting for some kind of reaction- and you get it when you hear a sudden sound.

Osamu put his phone on the table, leaning back with a slight smirk on his face and his signature dark gaze under his hooded eyes, which makes him ten times more attractive.

"Go on." He nods towards his phone like a silent invitation. Does he want you to-

"What?"

"I think ya need to make a call." How can he stay so calm when he's challenging you like that.

"No- it's just a game." Your smile is forced, your heart almost exposing in your chest when he keeps on staring at you like that.

"You'll have to come early tomorrow then and open the shop if ya lose."

The mere thought of getting up in four hours and opening the shop causes you to grimace, but you quickly put on a neutral face and focus on your phone, hesitantly dialing the number of "Osamu Miya" after taking a deep breath.

His phone rings, but he doesn't move an inch.

Two times.

Three times.

You frown, but he keeps the intent eye contact until he slowly leans forward and takes the call. He licks his lips before he answers.

"Yes."

"Samu- I... I..." you stammer, your cheeks burning hot and your hand grabbing the phone with more force than needed. It's not like you don't want to have sex with him. But you don't want him to know. And this moment will definitely make your feelings towards him worse. The alcohol in your system is making you bold enough to look right into his eyes when you tell him:

"Osamu Miya, I want to have sex with you."

To be continued...