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Eyes on Me

Yandere Submissive Stalker X GN Reader

Part 3! Probably last part….maybe

Part 1 and 2 here. Also guys Im so sorry for my mistakes in my last post! I accidentally used she/her pronouns in my writing, I genuinely didn’t even realise it. Im so sorry guys!!

7 weeks. It had been 7 long fucking weeks and you were still stuck here.

Noah had kept you captive for nearly two months now, but he never let you feel like you were one.

He would gift you things you wanted nearly everyday, Noah would cook your favourite dishes for you, he would shower you with love and affection, always making sure your every want and need was met.

All he asked for in return was your love…thats all he wanted.

And it seemed like you were slowly giving in.

What else could you do?! He was so adorable, so cute, so kind, so sweet…you were slowly becoming more lenient towards him.

For example, you weren’t kicking, hitting or screaming anymore. You were eating your food rather than throwing it away and yelling. And you were a bit more welcoming to his kisses, his soft and loving kisses.

Noah was also letting you roam free in his large house. You had an idea of who he was now. Noah was a very famous doctor, and was very wealthy. He was a psychiatrist who always treated his patients with care and love, never making them feel like they were a burden.

But although he let you roam the house freely, he never let you outside.

Creak…

The door opened and you stared at it, the same sweet smile you saw everyday greeting you.

“Good morning my love~!! Have you had a nice nights sleep?” Noah came closer to you, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even bat your eye at his affection.

“ `Morning…” You mumbled as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up slowly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in the mornings~?” Noah said in a sing-song voice, twirling a piece of your y/c hair with his finger.

You tried to hide your blush as you turned your head away, “W-whatever…”

Noah chuckled and kissed your cheek again, “Come! Go get freshened up and lets have breakfast! I’ve asked the cook to make you your favourite french toast!”

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to praise him. He practically lived for your praise and attention, but you would rarely give it to him.

“Oh..thank you Noah..Ill go get ready…” You murmured as you rushed to the toilet. Noah watched you go, hearts practically engrained in his eyes. For you. Just for you~

At the breakfast table, Noah was staring at you lovingly as he fed you the toast.

“I can feed myself…” You tried to protest, but he whined.

“P-please! Please let me Y/N…Im begging you~” His eyes were so cute, you just couldn’t help but give into his pleads.

“Fine..just stop looking at me like that…” You replied hastily, and he immediately brightened up and went straight back to feeding you.

After your 5th or 6th bite, you started feeling quite full, putting your hand up to stop the bite in Noah’s hand to come near your mouth. He nodded and ate the bite himself, smiling at you with such a lovesick grin.

You swallow nervously, looking at him. You had to ask him a question really badly, it was really important, “Noah?”

“Yes my angel, my love, my darling~?” Noah answered, hearts in his eyes as he looks at you. You had to keep yourself from smiling at his cheesy terms of endearment.

“Can you please let me go outside? I haven’t seen the outside world in like 2 months…” You complained, making him frown immediately and look away.

“Y-Y/N, you know how sorry I am…I feel so guilty baby…” Tears already filled his eyes as he spoke, making you sigh as you always gave into his tears.

“But…but I can’t let you go…Im scared you’re going to leave me. I can’t live without you my love…I’ll die!” Noah started to cry, holding your hands and bringing it to his heart. On the inside, he knew he was manipulating you but what else could he do?! He genuinely did love you so so much.

He loved you to the point of obsession.

You thought to yourself as you just stared at him, he sniffed and gave you puppy eyes. You knew you had to do something in order to get out of this place, otherwise he’d just keep you locked up forever. You wanted your life back and you knew just how to do it.

It involved giving into Noah’s love in order to regain your freedom. There was no other way. You had tried to escape in the past but he always…always found you.

“Noah…if I become your..partner..will you let me have more freedom?” You asked, and he immediately jumped up, looking at you hopefully.

“Y-Y/N?! Are….are you being serious?!” Noah couldn’t believe it, all his hard work finally paid off. You would finally be all his.

“Yes Noah, I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to start a relationship with you, but you have to promise you’ll let me go-” You had barely finished your sentence when he suddenly fainted, making you let out a loud scream.

You immediately went on your knees, cradling him in your lap as you tried to nudge him awake.

‘What the fuck??’ You thought to yourself as you check his pulse and sighed in relief when it’s normal.

“Now what am I to do with you…” You mumble to yourself before a plan comes to mind.

Paybacks a bitch…

Noah woke up with a groan, his eyes slowly opening yet his sight was still hazy.

‘What happened…?’ He thought to himself as he tried to sit up, but his eyes widened when he couldn’t move. He looked up and saw his wrists were tied together and attached to the headboard of the bed. To add to this, his ankles were tied to the bottom poles of the bed. He looked down and noticed he was now wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt.

He thrashed around, trying to get out of his restraints to no avail. This couldn’t be happening. Where the hell were you?!

Noah began to sob and panic as millions of thoughts raced through his poor little head. He started to think of how you had left him and he’d never see you again.

“Y/N!! P-PLE-HIC-PLEASEE I’M S-SORRY…DON’T L-LEAVE ME…I’LL DIE W-HIC-WITHOUT YOU!!!” He was genuinely going crazy without you, where did you go?? Why would you leave him? Was he not good enough?! He’d change for you—he will; just give him a chance!!

“Y/N!! C-COME BA—” His words were cut off by you suddenly placing a hand over his mouth, “Shut the fuck up,” You seethed, glaring at him as he looked up at you with teary blue eyes.

Where you came from, he didn’t know but he was just happy that you were here. Although he was genuinely scared from how angry you looked, he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fact that you hadn’t left. He was so delusional that he thought you had came back for him❤️❤️❤️ (A/N he’s so weird I love him)

But he also had a little problem because of you on top of him; all of his fantasies were coming true. Oh god just ruin him already!!

He whined against your hand and tried to buck his hips up, making you grip onto his mouth even harder, “I said shut up you fucking brat, can’t listen to simple instructions?”

The mix of your strong body on top of him and your cruel words made the poor boy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his back arched; pathetic moans leaving him.

No way….did he just….?

You look down and saw a wet patch forming on his crotch, you internally smirked at how much of an effect you had on him but you had to keep up your strict persona, “Did you just fucking cum, you slut?”

Noah panicked, his pretty eyes filling with even more tears as he shakes his head “no,” worried that you’d be disgusted with him. (He secretly wanted you to treat him like trash)

But could you blame him for cumming?? You were literally on top of him looking as beautiful as ever, whispering demeaning words at him and you expected him not to cum?

“Mmm…n-not a s-slut…” He tried to mumble against your hand, looking at you with such love in his eyes. You nearly felt bad for him.

You suddenly slap him on the face, making him whine out in pain and pleasure as he breathed heavily from the release of his mouth from your hand. You took a second to admire the sight below you:

His blonde locks were messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were all rosy and wet with tears as was his mouth which was covered in his drool. Noah’s big blue eyes were looking to the side, embarrassed to face you as he bit his pretty pink lips.

You gripped his hair roughly, making him whine out, “Did I say you could talk back? Did I say you could fucking look away?”

He shook his head frantically, mentally face palming himself for disobeying you, “N-no! No…‘mm sorry!! S-sorry…please…”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it pretty boy…I think I need to teach you a lesson hmm? For all the bad things you did…” You leaned in close to his ear and he could feel his dick harden again from your proximity, “….for kidnapping me, keeping me locked up here…you’ve been a bad boy haven’t you~?”

Noah had started to sob, tears cascading down his adorable pink cheeks; he didn’t want to be a bad boy!! He wanted to be good, so good, for you!

“N-no! Mm so-sorry!! I’m n-not a bad boy! I-I’m a g-good boy…your good boy!!” He desperately begged, looking up at you in hopes you’d believe him. He knew what he had done was wrong but his intentions were never bad, he promises!!

You couldn’t help the heat pooling in your lower stomach from the way he was begging, god his desperation was so hot. So what if he was a deranged, psychotic, obsessive lunatic? He was cute!!

“But you haven’t proven to me you’re a good boy…so a punishment is really needed~” You said with a devilish smirk forming on your face, making both his heartbeats race (if you get what I mean💀💀)

You lean over and open one of the drawers, an assortment of items you had bought while he had been unconscious. His eyes widened in fear and excitement as he saw you bring a ball gag to his mouth, “Mmnnoo!! Y-Y/N!!” He tried to beg but you had already sealed his mouth shut.

Then you proceeded to pick up a remote like device you bought, Noah looked at it in confusion while tilting his head. You smirked at how adorable he looked, he didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

With the click of a button, Noah’s back arched as he felt pleasure coursing through his body. He hadn’t even realised that a vibrator was lodged inside him! You must have put it in while he was unconscious.

“MMMNNGGH~!” He moaned against the gag, his body twisting and shaking, poor little baby was so sensitive!

You turned the vibrator off and he slumped down, his chest heaving, “Now for your punishment, I’m going to leave you here with that vibrator on and you’re going to cum over and over again until I’m satisfied, do you understand?”

Noah’s eyes widened and he shook his head profusely. This wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you, to touch you, to have you make him feel good; not this stupid toy!

He also didn’t want to be alone, he felt like he’d die if you weren’t near him so he began to cry, “N-noooo!! Mmm stayy!” His voice came out muffle which only made you smirk even more.

It was evident you were a sadist; seeing him whine and beg like that really turned you on. However you were doing this also to make sure it was engrained in his head who was in charge: you. It was to make sure he’d never pull a stunt like this again and would also prove his obedience to you.

“You said you wanted to be my good boy didn’t you Noah~? So be a good boy and take it.” You said sternly, turning the vibrator on once more before walking out of the room, leaving the door open a little bit so you’d hear him.

His moans and cries followed you as he begged for you to come back, but with the gag in his mouth he could only do so much.

Noah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came again with a cry, his boxers were now dirty with his jizz. He sobbed as the vibrations bullied his poor prostrate, he wanted you to make it feel better, please come back!

And then he came for the third time, and the fourth and then the fifth. It felt like hours had gone by (it had only been 30 minutes) since you left him in this state; his whole body was shaking as his hips bucked to try and get away from the vibrations but to no avail.

“Nnnngghh~!! ‘S t-too m-much…too much!” He whined, mainly to himself but it came out as mixed garbles.

You finally graced him with your presence and entered the room, your own arousal building up at the sight of him. But you also felt pity on him, it was clear that he had never felt the touch of anyone his entire life—let alone come numerous amounts of times!

He hadn’t noticed you came in yet, his mind was all foggy and hazy; the only thing he could focus on was the vibrations in his ass.

You say next to him and his head immediately darted towards you, tears pooled his eyes and he begged you to make it stop, “P-pleasshh~” He tried to say but the gag and the tormenting toy stopped him from being able to vocalise himself.

You cooed at him and turned the vibrations to the lowest level, yet not quite turning it off yet, “Have you learnt your lesson~?” You ask, and he nods eagerly and tries to get closer to you: to feel your comfort, your warmth, your affection, your love~

You take mercy on him and take out the gag since it was clearly hurting his jaw, he lets out a moan of relief as incoherent ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love yous’ leave his mouth.

“Shhh…it’s okay, I’ve got you~” You whisper in his ear, you gently take his underwear off and take the vibrator out, making him whine, “Mmmh…s-sensitive..ahhnngh~”

He gave you such adorable eyes, pleading for you to make him feel better so you cupped his face, “Don’t worry, I’ll take all the pain away, I promise…you’re my good boy right~?”

As soon as he heard the words, “Good boy,” he immediately nodded like a mad-man, “Mmm your good boy! P-please…please…y-yours…”

You could tell he was extremely exhausted from the torment you put him through, so you untied his wrists and ankles which made him cling onto you like a spider monkey; you let out a soft chuckle, “Noah…you have to let me go…I need to clean you up…”

“N-no! D-don’t go…please…” Tears pooled his eyes yet again, making you coo at him which he melted to.

“Shhh…alright, we can cuddle for a bit but then I have to clean you okay~?” You wrapped your arms around his waist aswell, being careful not to touch his very sensitive lower body.

Noah could still feel the tingles and electricity coursing through his body, but once you held him in your arms—he felt all that pain go away. He snuggled further into you, his face buried in your neck.

“I love you so much…I love you Y/N..” He mumbled against your skin, kissing it softly.

And you found yourself saying something you’d never imagine saying the first day you met him;

“I love you too Noah~”

Ahhhh! Finally finished this!!

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ICE BOUND (2) - M.S

summary; you go watch one of matt's games, which he loses, and you allow him to take his frustration out on you, but what you didn't expect was underlying feelings to be revealed.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (don't do it ho), oral (eating pussy), dirty talk, praising, leaving hickeys.

a/n; this is part 2 to my most recent fic, so I recommend reading the one before this (ill have it tagged below). also, feel free to send thru any suggestions for future fics, i'd be more than glad to hear them and try to write them!!

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They were tied. It's been a close game, and there were now five minutes left of overtime.

I was sitting on the furthest bench away, surrounded by people. This was the first game of playoffs, and it meant that many people were here to support their family and friends. I was here to 'support my father', but in reality, I was here for Matt.

Ever since me and Matt hooked up that one time after practice, it had become a regular thing. At first, he'd come over after practice or games for blowjobs or sex but then the visits became more frequent. He started coming over to watch tv and eat together. We even went out to lunch once. Of course, my father doesn't know about this. He'd kill us both.

We aren't anything official, but if you were to ask me whether he didn't mean anything to me, I wouldn't be able to answer you.

So, I was currently watching Matt glide on the ice, keeping his focus on the puck. I had to admit watching him play was a huge turn-on. They way he'd get all sweaty or even how he was visibly angry each time the other team scored had me soaked.

I watched the timer count down the seconds left, and my heartbeat sped up, hoping that someone on Matt's team would score. With ten seconds left, the other team had possession of the puck, and they flawlessly scored the winning goal.

My eyes flew to Matt to see his reaction, and it was just what I'd thought it'd be. He swung his hockey, stick at the ground, and pulled his helmet off as he skated off the ice. Matt had a tendency to be a bit of a sore loser, especially considering this was the first game of playoffs.

I stood up to go search for him, hoping that I won't find my father instead, but he should be preoccupied with talking to the team.

I leave the rink and head to the locker rooms. I find him stuffing his skates into his bag and mumbling under his breath. I walk up to him and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me to acknowledge my presence before going back to what he was doing.

"You played well," I reassure him, even though I know he won't care. He scoffs before turning back to me.

"If we played well, we would've won... I can't believe we lost to those fucking amateurs," he says, speaking the last part under his breath. I watch as he pulls his jersey off and heads to the showers. It's best if I just wait outside and let him cool down.

It's been about half an hour since I left the locker room, and I finally see him exit with wet hair, fresh clothes on, and his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He has a frown on his face as he walks over to me.

"So what y'doing now?" He asks, looking me up and down. His hair was dripping onto his blue hoodie. Fuck, the way that hoodie made his eyes look even colder did unimaginable things to me.

"I don't know, I don't really have any plans..." I reply, trying to keep my composure. "...we could go to yours?" I continue. He squints his eyes at me before replying.

"Didn't you come here for your dad? What would he think if you just randomly left?" He says, raking his eyes over my body again.

"I'll text him saying something came up," I say, already thinking of an excuse.

"Yeah. My dick," he grins. What an idiot. I roll my eyes, and we make our way to his car.

The journey was pretty tame until he dropped his heavy hand onto my thigh. His thumb caressed the inside of my leg as he kept one hand on the steering wheel. I tried to sneak glances at him, but I was far from subtle. He was driving me insane.

We eventually reached his apartment, and we just about got through the door before his hands were already on me. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled my mouth onto his. The kiss was rough and sloppy, to the point where our teeth clashed together.

"Let me help you," I offer, pulling away from the kiss just enough to speak.

"Help me with what?" He huffs, a confused look drawing on his face.

"Take your anger out...on me," I say, looking into his eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he moves his hands to under my thighs, lifting me off the ground. Our kissing resumes as he walks us over to his bedroom.

He kicks the door open and sets me down on the bed, never breaking our kiss. He lifts my sweater high enough to place a few delicate pecks on my stomach before pulling it off completely. My jeans and bra follow until I'm left almost bare infront of him.

He's between my legs with his head pressed to my collarbone, leaving sloppy kisses all over. I feel his mouth latch onto my neck and start sucking but I pull away almost instantly.

"You can't..." I whisper, pulling his head away. He looks up at me with confusion. "My dad will find out if you do," I clarify.

He's annoyed by this, but regardless, he doesn't continue. He peppers kisses down my body until he reaches my clothed pussy. I let a sigh of relief out when he places a kiss right on my clit, and a whine when he continues moving down.

He reaches my thighs and throws my legs over his shoulders. He's so close than I can feel his breath on my skin.

"He won't find them here," he smiles slyly, before attaching his lips to the soft flesh of my thighs and sucking. I moan at the feeling of him sucking bruises into my skin and marking me.

I watch him work his mouth, leaving hickey after hickey on my legs. He eventually looks up at me before pulling my panties down, drinking in the sight of my pink, wet pussy infront of him.

He wastes no time bringing his tongue to my folds and licking up my wetness. My hand flies to his now damp hair and my moans become louder.

He's eating me like I'm his last meal, and he's trying to savour every moment. His tongue laps over my folds and his teeth graze my clit causing jolts of pleasure to run through my body.

"F-uck Matt, don't stop," I moan, and just as those words leave my lips, his mouth stops moving. I whine and buck my hips at his face for him to keep going but he pulls away, letting my legs drop from his shoulders.

I watch as he slips out of his clothes, revealing his thick and hard cock. He then brings his lips to my ear before speaking, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name, pretty girl,".

With no warning, he shoves his cock into my hole, filling me completely. He begins to rock his hips into me harshly, forcing me to grab the sheets for support.

"Fuck, s-slow down," I stutter but his thrusts just become harder and harder.

"No fucking way, y'wanted this you slut, and now you're going to fuckin' take it," he grunts, pounding into me roughly. His large hands were gripping my hips so hard it felt as though they'd leave bruises.

I moan louder, his words pushing me closer to the edge. He looks down at my stomach and sees his cock fucking me from the outside.

"Fuck, look at that, you're taking my cock so fucking good," he growls, pushing his hand onto the bulge on my stomach, feeling his own dick.

"I'm s-so so clo-se Matt," I fumble my words. He was literally fucking me senseless. He then lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder again, reaching even deeper.

His cock was striking my g-spot over and over again and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I let myself go. I screwed my eyes shut, and I screamed at the pleasure coursing through my body. Matt continues to fuck me, chasing his own high.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, you're so perfect," he says, throwing his head back. I gained my vision again, coming down from euphoria, and saw he was close to coming. I squeezed myself around his cock and that tipped him over the edge.

"FUCK, I love you so much," He grunts, letting his hot cum fill me. My face drops. He didn't just- I was hearing it right?

His thrusts slow down, and he lowers his head to look at me. I try to conceal the shock on my face as he's looking at me. Did he even realise what he said?

His forehead drops to mine as we both recover from the intense sex we just had. I look into his mesmerising eyes, looking for a sign that he knows what he just let slip.

He eventually lifts away from me and goes to his bathroom to get a towel to clean both of us with. He comes back and wipes the cum spilling from my pussy.

I threw his jumper on, and he changed into clean boxers. We laid in bed together, enjoying eachothers silence, but my head was a mess. He just claimed he 'loved' me during sex. I wonder if he even heard himself say it?

The questions are eating away at me, and I can't keep it together anymore.

"Hey, do you remember what you said before?" I ask, shifting on his chest to look at him. He meets my eye contact before answering.

"No, what did I say?" He asks. Fuck. He doesn't even know what he said. He doesn't feel that way. There's no point asking.

"Nothing," I mumble, turning my head away from him. Tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Why was I upset? I don't care if he doesn't love me. We aren't together. I don't love him either.

Except.. I do. Without even realising it, I fell for him. Each time, he bought me my favourite takeout or cuddled with me after giving me the best dick of my life or even when he'd look at me while he was playing hockey and wink. It all made me fall for him, and I didn't even realise.

"No, something is up. What's wrong, pretty girl?" He asks, forcing me to look back up at him.

"It's just... while you were coming, you said that... you loved me..." I say, hoping that I don't scare him away for good. His face blushes red and he seems embarrassed.

"Well... it's how I feel," he admits. My jaw drops open, but I close it quick enough so that he doesn't see. "I'm sorry if that ruins things between us, I know we're jus-" I cut him off with my lips crashing into his. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me back.

"I feel the same..." I whisper, pulling back slightly from his lips. He's staring deeply into my eyes, trying to test if this was some kind of joke, but it wasn't. I truly felt that way, and it felt good to admit it.

After a few moments of us silently staring at each other, he speaks up, "do you want to give us a chance?"

I feel a smile take over my face, "more than anything,"

The rest of the day was spent being wrapped up in each other and uttering the words "I love you" every other sentence.

We didn't know how this would work, considering his coach was my father, but we weren't about to give up. Even if that meant more sneaking around...

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881

hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3

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Reg

So

Will you be there tonight?

James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.

‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ‘Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.

He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.

Reg

You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.

James

yeah i know sorry about that

and answering the first question yes ill be there

:)

With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.

“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”

After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?

Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.

“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.

“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.

“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”

“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.

“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.

It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.

Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.

Reg

I’m glad.

Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.

Do you know where to go?

Should I send you the address?

?

Hello?

Are you alive?

James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?

James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.

***

He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.

“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.

“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.

“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.

He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.

James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.

“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.

“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.

“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.

“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.

Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.

The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.

When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.

The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.

“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”

“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.

At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.

“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.

The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.

“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.

“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”

“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.

“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”

They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.

James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.

Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”

James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.

Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”

As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.

After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”

With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.

[yanderelucy2]

When You Are Away - Tears of Themis

When you are away... they start to act differently, let's see how they change! Tears of Themis MLs when you're off away for 3 months, with no way to contact them due to "reasons."

"When you are away, I begin to lose myself. I need you, it's dependence... or is this what you call... addiction?"

F!reader

A/N: These may not be canonically accurate to the character's personalities. You may also find that sentences are formed or written strangely, I do apologize that I am not the best writer!

PART 1 - Away, PART 2 - Together Again

Artem Wing

1 WEEK - After just one week the changes in him are noticeable, he's like a walking zombie as he consumes himself in his workload. In order to not worry too much, or feel the dreadful feeling of loneliness he occupies his mind with work. Not until Celestine reminds him "You mustn't overwork yourself as a form of distraction, if she comes back and you're ill she won't be satisfied."

1 MONTH - At this point he's recovered from overworking himself. Instead, he simply accepts the feeling of a cold bed in the morning, and he gets ready with a frown on his face. At work, he's getting more stern, and the workers and interns begin to get fearful something is wrong. He doesn't notice a difference in himself, only in his surroundings as he sees others distance themself from him.

3 MONTH - He's getting back to normal slowly as he knows you'll return any day, while he heals he finally notices just how he'd been acting. Cold, stern, strict. In retrospect he regrets it, he buys the law firm all kinds of desserts as an apology, but he can't figure out just why the sudden change in his personality. He tells himself though... "I need her... I couldn't survive in this world without her."

Marius Von Hagen

1 WEEK - A change at work isn't too noticeable until a problem arises within the company... once again he's at the center of it. His authority is being questioned. He's more serious than normal, he doesn't necessarily need to hold back with you gone. It's noticeable in his way of approaching the situation in trying to solve it.

1 MONTH - The problem was solved swiftly, but the public's response to how he reacted differently than normal still lingers. People still question him, and paparazzi question him, as to what's happened for the sudden change to happen. The less he replies the more it crowds the internet until he gives his public reply. "There is no reason as to why I solved the situation how I did. So I hope you will all end the questioning."

3 MONTH - It was revealed after someone who had been watching Marius spoke up after a while saying "His lover he always showers with affection, hasn't appeared at his side for 3 months now." The public love to assume, and the assumptions angered Marius... because how dare they say "They must've broken up... poor Marius." Since he knew you would return soon, he quickly admitted to an interview. "My fiancee is away on a work visit. Our love is everlasting, so do not go making assumptions that I would ever leave her side." His defensive manner, instead of deterring the public... won their hearts.

Luke Pearce

1 WEEK - No change is noticeable within the first week, at least to the exterior. Peanut though notices, and won't leave him alone. As if comforting his lonesomeness. "Peanut.. didn't I send you off on a mission? What are you still doing here." Luke tilted his head whilst furrowing his eyebrows. Peanut simply flies to his shoulder and sits.

1 MONTH - At this point in time it's becoming more noticeable as he's seen acting more restlessly, and recklessly as well. One of Luke's superiors ends up asking him... "Luke, how about a break. You don't seem yourself. You haven't been taking the right amount of precautions. Pull yourself together, or I'll shape you up myself." This snaps Luke's brain, he doesn't see a difference in himself. Why would he need a break? No one noticed, but he was using work as a coping mechanism, as a withdrawal drug.

3 MONTH - He's getting so excited to see you his mind goes almost insane. After the break, he was close to being back to normal, but every morning seeing no message, or a cold bed... his heart couldn't hold his sorrow long enough. He needed to see you, it physically pained him to not see you. "I need you by my side, please return to me quicker. Or I might just steal you... I can't be without you any longer."

Vyn Richter

1 WEEK - The change is almost immediately noticeable in his lectures, as his students question him. "Professor Ritcher! Are you okay? You're teaching has been more... well I don't know what's different, but it's different!" He feels bad for worrying his students, so he simply comforts them saying everything is okay, excusing himself with an "experiment" and "research purposes."

1 MONTH - He begins to notice the differences, so he takes it upon himself to take a break from work, but it doesn't help him in any way. All it makes him realize is just how much he needs you by his side, he's afraid he can't remember your touch, your voice, your soft breath between a kiss, your scent, he's afraid that with 2 more months remaining he'll forget.

3 MONTH - He's gone back to work, more out of obligation. He knows you'll return soon, so he hurries up his work in case you'll return that day, but every day you're not he finds himself with a gloss over his eyes. He misses you every day. "Why are you not by my side... is it selfish to need you so badly? Why haven't you returned to my side, I need you here with me. Please I must hold you in my arms, I must feel your soft skin on my tragedy-calloused hands. Being without you for so long... I think my heart is beginning to stop."

PART 1 - Away, PART 2 - Together Again

[binnie24-7]

A small (maybe not) drabble which came to my mind at 3 Am!

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Ran haitani x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff! word count:932

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12:09 AM

You sit there in your lowly lit living room, of the apartment which you and your boyfriend, owned together. Thinking of what to do next as it was already 6 pm on a Friday, you had already come home from your work earlier today as it was Friday waiting for your boyfriend to come home as well.

Considering his job, which was being an executive of Japan's one of the worst criminal organizations it was hard for him to come home early, and even if he did he would be so tired to even do anything. You would do the same if you were in his place. he works pretty hard, so you have to do something for him!

So you had a great idea of surprising him when he comes home today by making him a meal with the work of your precious hands! So you call your boyfriend to let him know to not buy takeouts and that you're ordering food but in secret you’re gonna make the food for him.

He has always loved your cooking, but you never had the time to cook him a special meal just for him due to your work. You were a busy woman too.

"Ran?" You called out for him on your phone, him just smiling by hearing your voice as it gives him a sense of relief and comfort.

"Are you here?" You ask. "Mm, yes baby, just happy to hear your voice 'ts all" he replies.

"Okay! So I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna order dinner tonight so don't buy takeouts!" You say while giggling thinking of how he would react. "And don't forget to come home a little bit early! Or else the food will get cold." You add.

"Alright, darling I won't buy takeout. By the way, what are ya giggling for?" He asks while smiling.

"Mm, you'll see!" you reply, your voice soft and trying to control your laughter.

"Okay then, ill see you tonight baby, missing you so bad  rn you know that?" He asks, you can feel him pouting through the phone.

"I miss you too idiot, now get back to work!" You reply before hanging up the call.

You happily, play your playlist and start the preparation for dinner while humming to your favorite songs.

After you complete cooking his favorite food and setting the table and everything,  getting ready to surprise him. You see the time and it has already been 11 pm.

You wait for another 30 minutes or so, then you start to think whether he will come home or not, earning a sigh from yourself, you became tired from all the waiting.

Deciding to put the food back in the kitchen as it will get cold and dry if they were kept in the open for a little bit more. You grab the utensils, walking to the kitchen when you hear a knock on your door. 

Feeling your face already light up at the fact that he might be home after all, you walk towards the door smiling, and opening it.

When you open the door, the sight in front of you shocks you. You see your boyfriend covered in blood, still smiling when he sees you.

You let him inside without speaking anything. Then you spoke "ran?! What happened!" You ask still trying to process everything. And worried.

"it's okay baby, I'm fine now, just some fuckers who talked shit about you while I was coming home so, me being the best boyfriend I had to beat them up." He says while grinning like he just got a Nobel prize. 

"Seriously you beat them up because they talked shit about me?! " You feel butterflies erupting  in your stomach at just the mere thought.

"mhm, that's what I said baby now let me go clean up, mind helping me?" He asked smirking and pointing at the shower.

You smack his arm playfully, "I already showered idiot, now you go fresh up I'll get the food ready"

 "Alright," He smiled before walking towards the shower. You smile to yourself and get the food back on the table, and prepare everything.

After his shower and freshening up, he comes up behind you, hugging your back and resting his head in the crook of your neck sighing.

"Today was so rough darlin’,  just wanna cuddle and be with you" he mumbled. 

"let's eat dinner first baby." You insist.

He then sits in the chair and opens his plate his face displaying a surprised expression. " Baby, did you cook it? Just for me? " He asks excitedly.

"yes of course, who else would I cook it for?" You reply while giggling, looking at your boyfriend happily eating the food.

"Mm, tastes so good baby,  just what I wanted." He says while chewing.

"don't speak while eating dummy!" You reply.

After dinner, he helps you clean up the table and in washing the dishes. You both just enjoying each other's presence in the lowly lit room, with soft music playing.

You enjoyed these types of nights the most. They gave you a type of comfort and break that you never knew you needed from your busy and work-filled life.

"I love you" he suddenly says. 

You smile before replying, "I love you t-" 

He doesn't let you complete your sentence before splashing the water at you, taking you by surprise while laughing.

You also laugh before splashing the water at him back, "You ruined the moment you idiot" 

He missed these days so much, just the two of you, enjoying your youth.

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A/n: hope you guys liked it as much as i loved writing it 😭!

This is my first work so I'm really sorry if the character is ooc.

Also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are some grammatical errors.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! :)

[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings - 3

First Snow

Considering how contagious this cold seemed to be if it could take out so many people in such a short time, Chan made sure the members all wore masks when they returned to check on their sick friends. He doubted the masks would actually keep them from falling ill but it was worth a try despite the congestion already having settled at the back of his sinuses. Minho too had been clearing his throat a lot during the last hour of their adjusted schedule, so Chan didn't have much hope for the group to stay healthy. There was simply no way their immune systems were in any shape to fight off infections with how overworked and rundown they all were. "I really hope Innie finally managed to get some sleep", Minho mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He had been the one to stay up with Jeongin for most of the previous night but no matter how tired he was, the image of their maknae crying because he just wanted to sleep but felt too awful to kept haunting him. Giving the dancer a reassuring smile, Chan hummed: "I'm sure him and Changbin are resting well. Don't worry too much." It was hard not to worry though and Chan wasn't as sure as he wanted the dancer to believe, yet there was nothing they could do but wait till they got home.

Making sure his mask was properly covering the lower half of his face, Minho unlocked the door to his dorm and let the members in. They had contemplated to split up the dorms differently to avoid contagion but the only two members who hadn't been overly exposed yet were Hyunjin and Felix, so they decided to just cross their fingers and hope for the best. At least, some of the stress eased when they found both Changbin and Jeongin asleep on the couch, so they took turns showering. Hyunjin and Jisung went back to their dorm to shower and promised they'd take a trip to the store to stock up on sick supplies in case their friends' cold would spread. Jisung had been incredibly quiet all day, which Chan wasn't too concerned about. Frequently having their schedule overthrown and rearranged at the last minute put all of them on edge, so it was no wonder that the rapper had started to withdraw. Minho had gone straight to the kitchen, smiling when he realized there was soup on the stove. He hoped their friends had actually eaten something but he doubted it since the pot was almost filled to the brim.

When Chan joined Minho in the kitchen, he found the dancer staring intently at a spot on the wall, clearing his throat. Minho was tightly gripping a glass of water as he tried to rid himself of the irritation in his throat. "You good?", Chan asked softly after Minho sipped some of the water. The dancer nodded, his voice slightly scratchy when he replied: "Yeah, dunno why my throat's so dry all of a sudden." – "Well, you spent a lot of time with Innie last night. Wouldn't be surprised if you were coming down with the same thing", Chan hummed, giving the other a long look to determine if he looked unwell at all. Shrugging, Minho reminded: "So did Seungmin in the late afternoon and you and Jisung spent a lot of time with Changbin. Are you feeling alright?" – "Honestly?", the leader whispered, avoiding his dongsaeng's eyes, "I don't know. My head and sinuses hurt and I feel pretty rundown. The latter could just be our busy schedules but.... It might all just be me imagining things because I know how likely it is that we caught it, so unless I start running a fever I will convince myself it's all just in my head." – "I get what you mean", Minho sighed, finishing the rest of his water, "Guess all of us will have to take it easy for the time being and try not to freak out too much."

To keep himself from freaking out and reading into the sensations within his body too much, Minho busied himself with making dinner. Cooking was a little like therapy to him and now that he had some time on his hands, it was easy to lose himself in the task. A hearty meal would surely cheer his anxious dongsaengs up, besides, their bodies could all use the nutrients to hopefully stay healthy. Felix had joined him at some point after taking a shower, not wanting to stay alone and grateful that his hyung allowed him to help. Seungmin had showered too at this point and was in his room, while Chan had set up his laptop at the dining table to get some more work done. Minho's head shot up when he heard a door being shut with more force than would've been necessary. Glancing towards the living room, he saw Jeongin alone and luckily still asleep. No sooner than the bathroom door was shut behind him, Changbin broke into a painful cough. Yeah, no wonder the maknae's ribs felt sore if he's been coughing like this all night.

"I'll go check on him", Chan sighed worriedly, fetching the rapper a glass of water before making his way to the bathroom. The leader's heart ached when he saw the tears in his friend's eyes. Setting down the glass on the sink, Chan patted Changbin's back and hummed: "That doesn't sound good." – "Innie's worse", the younger choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He gratefully accepted a drink and after clearing his throat a few times, he was able to stop coughing. "How have you been? Did you read my text?", Chan asked quietly as he took a seat on the edge of the tub. Washing his hands, Changbin splashed some cold water on his fever-flushed face before taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. Holding his head in his hands, the rapper admitted: "Didn't know you texted me. Slept for most of the day after we turned on a movie. The coughing only really started now and I finally get what Innie meant when he told me his ribs ached. Gosh, that was exhausting."

After Chan had updated Changbin on their situation, he walked the rapper back to the living room, smiling when Jeongin woke up for a moment and reached out his arms. Slipping under the blanket, Changbin pulled the maknae into a hug and looked at Chan expectantly when the oldest felt their dongsaeng's forehead. Chan's grimace was enough for Changbin to know that Jeongin was still incredibly feverish and the blankets probably weren't helping with that but he had been so cold earlier.

Felix and Seungmin had already started to lay the table, while Minho finished up preparing dinner, glancing at the clock. A smile spread on his lips when the front door opened and Hyunjin and Jisung shuffled into the dorm. Kicking off their shoes, they shook the snow out of their hair before setting their shopping bags down. "Woah, it's snowing?!", Felix gasped, dashing over to the window to take a look outside. Blowing into his frozen hands to warm them up, Jisung smiled: "Yeah, it just started while we were on our way back. Got cold quickly after the sun went down." – "Go wash your hands, so we can get a hot meal into you", Minho instructed as he saw his dongsaengs shiver, "We can unpack those bags later."

Jeongin had woken up from the commotion and sleepily sat up, rubbing his face into the blanket. "Hey there", Changbin whispered, tightening his arms around the maknae, "You feeling a little better after your nap?" The younger only shrugged, looking around the dorm and realizing their friends were back. While Minho went to check on Jeongin, Chan and Seungmin plated the food and already started to serve it. That was also when Chan realized that they wouldn't have had to put on masks because they'd have to remove them for their meal anyway. Suppressing a sigh, Chan accepted that there wasn't much they could do and that he'd only be able to deny the increasing headache for so long.

Though Changbin and Jeongin loved Minho's cooking, they decided to have some of the soup Changbin had made earlier as their throats felt too swollen to swallow anything solid. At that point, Jisung softly spoke up, awkwardly requesting: "Could I have some of that soup too?" – "Are you okay, Hannie?", Minho frowned worriedly as the younger stared down at his hands. Not daring to look up, the rapper nodded and whispered: "My throat's just been a little irritated all day and I'm not really hungry anyway, so...." – "Hang on", Chan frowned as he got up to grab the other a bowl, "Is that why you've been so quiet today?" – "Yeah, talking hurts a bit, so I tried to keep it down", Jisung mumbled, picking at his nails. Placing a bowl of soup in front of the rapper, Chan smiled sadly: "You could've told us you weren't feeling well, you know." – "I thought my mind was making it up and it wasn't too bad", the younger breathed, "It only really started to hurt when I breathed the cold air on our way back." Gently, ruffling Jisung's hair, Chan went back to his seat and instructed. "Go to bed early, yeah? It'll be a quiet evening anyway, so try resting before you start feeling worse."

Changbin had taken Jisung along to watch a movie with him and Jeongin after they had confirmed that he was running a fever too. When the others had cleared the table, Minho caught Chan swallowing a pill and raised his eyebrow at the leader. "The headache's only getting worse", the oldest admitted, finishing the rest of his drink. Biting his lip, Minho hummed: "You said unless you develop a fever you'll convince yourself it's nothing. I think now would be a good time to take your temperature because I don't like that glassy look in your eyes. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught it too. You don't look good." He didn't want to remind the Aussie that he probably had the worst immune system out of all of them from how much he often overworked himself and he didn't have to. Closing his eyes, Chan rested his forehead against the kitchen cabinet and sighed: "I guess. What about you? Your voice sounds hoarse." – "Throat's a little irritated but that's about it for now", Minho shrugged, giving his only hyung a crooked smile, "Go take your temperature and get some rest. We'll be fine. Even if all of us catch it, which is not all that unlikely, we'll be fine. Don't think too much." The older nodded before composing himself to go and take his temperature.

As Chan stared at the reading on the thermometer, there was no denying it any longer. Hyunjin and Felix were unloading the shopping bags onto the dining table when the leader returned, a frown etched on his face. "What's wrong, hyung? You look frustrated", Hyunjin asked with a small pout. Biting his lip, Chan sighed. "I am frustrated. Frustrated because I'm sick." – "Aww, no", Felix hummed sympathetically, "Maybe you wanna go join the rest of our sickies. I think they're about to start a movie and you usually like Disney movies." The leader visibly perked up at that and padded over to the living room. Having overheard their conversation, Jisung already poured his hyung a cup of tea and patted the spot next to him, ready to share his blanket with the older.

Hyunjin just finished up restocking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom when Seungmin joined him, a bundle of laundry under his arm. He had gathered Jeongin's sweaty bedsheets and started a wash load while Minho put fresh sheets on Jeongin's bed. The dancer also used the opportunity to slip into his own room and change his clothes. He had started to feel a little cold, especially after watching half of the group cuddle up together under multiple blankets. Glancing out the window and watching the tiny snowflakes drift to the ground, Minho decided it was time to wear his Christmas sweater. Despite their circumstances, he smiled a little as he made his way back to the common area.

Hyunjin and Felix had put everything away and were discussing Christmas decorations when Minho joined them in the kitchen. Stirring a large pot of hot chocolate, Felix turned to the older and asked: "If we'll all be out off work, which doesn't seem so unlikely with how many are sick already, do you think we could decorate the dorm this year, hyung? We've been too busy last year but I'd love the holiday aesthetic. If it bothers anyone, I can limit decorations to only my room but I think it'd be a lot more fun if we did the whole dorm." – "I don't mind if you want to decorate the rest of the dorm too", Minho shrugged pulling up a chair, so he could sit down while he watched his dongsaengs. "Neither do I", Seungmin piped in, returning from the bathroom, "And I highly doubt Innie does. If he wasn't feeling so bad, he'd probably insist on helping you decorate." – "Maybe wait till tomorrow though", Minho hummed and pulled his legs up to his chest, his voice a little scratchy, "I think Jisung's already asleep and it won't take long till Chan's out too, so we should let them sleep and I think decorating is more fun if you listen to the right music." Felix could only agree, thinking back to the Christmas playlist he had compiled over the past few weeks.

With Hyunjin's help, the Aussie started to transfer the hot chocolate into cups. Hyunjin walked off to bring Chan, Changbin and Jeongin theirs so their leader wouldn't miss out due to being asleep like Jisung. Minho gratefully wrapped his hands around the warm cup when Felix handed it to him, the warmth making him sleepy in his seat. He really wanted to join his friends for some cuddles and he doubted he had anything to lose because he already felt like he was coming down with something but as long as he wasn't confirmed sick, he should be a good role model and not 'risk it' on purpose. Thanking Felix for the drink, Minho retreated to his room to huddle under his blanket, ready to go to sleep as soon as his cup was empty. Seungmin too headed to his own room and settled into bed early, telling his friends goodnight. Realizing that almost everyone was asleep or seconds away from falling asleep, Felix pulled Hyunjin along to his room and th pair got comfortable on the Aussie's bed. While they sipped their hot chocolate, they discussed how they'd decorate the dorm in the morning before dozing off in each other's embrace.

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im so sick today but working from home and all i can picture is d word matty and assistant girl and him being so annoyed at her not taking any type of rest while she’s sick and hopped up on cold and flu meds having to concentrate twice as hard to get anything done (me right now)

oh i hope you're ok, get well soon!! and yeah, matty would be so exasperated with you for just insisting you're fine and continuing on with your work. thinking you wake up on a wfh day and you're quite wan and feeling a bit more tired than normal - matty's immediately concerned, but you're like "it's ok it's the end of the financial year it's just so busy and it's catching up with me i'll be fine after a coffee". and matty's like "ok whatever you say babe", and you do perk up a tiny bit after caffeine so he lets you be, but resolves to keep a closer eye on you than he normally would on a mutual wfh day. you start off work alright, but you plod into the kitchen after about an hour and a half to ask "have we got any soluble paracetamol? think i'm getting a pressure headache"; matty gets you the meds, squinting at you as he passes them over, and says "sweetheart if you're not feeling great you should rest. phone jamie and tell him you're taking the day off", but you're furiously shaking your head (and wincing in pain at it) like "no it's fine i'm fine there's too much to do for me to phone in sick", and you thank him for the meds and go back to your laptop. matty sighs, but he leaves you to it because you're so stubborn - that is, until the sneezing starts shortly after, at which point he brings you a lemsip and some cold and flu tablets (and a kiss on the head). and he sits at the desk with you - you wrapped in his hoodie, your big cardigan, and a blanket - while you sneeze your way through responding to emails, periodically glancing up from his lyric notebook to check you're alright. the final straw for matty is watching you take fifteen minutes to mentally process a one-sentence reply, blinking hazily at the screen while you sneeze repeatedly; he's like "my darling, i love you, and i love how focused and hardworking you are, but you really can't work when you're like this. let me call jamie, please", and he can tell you're ill because you open your mouth as if to argue and then just deflate like "alright". so he calls jamie, holding the phone to you so your boss can hear how awful your sneezing is, and sorts that, then scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom like "c'mon, let's shower" - you're slightly delirious from the flu meds like "mmm no too tired to fuck right now", and matty's like "no of course not sweetheart, we'll get all cleaned up and then go back to bed, hopefully sleep it off, yeah?", and you nod into his chest like "mhmm". and that's what you do - shower, sleep, snuggle, matty also making sure to take meds so he doesn't get ill as he strokes your hair and stays with you to help make sure you get better <3

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea) 

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe: 

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin 

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

GENERAL: Frozen Friday for Five Friends (and Keegan)

Okay, here we go. A fic 🫣 This was the first story I wrote, over a year ago, and it's Not Very Good; My later writing is much more developed and complex. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it, but I wrote it as a way to better get to know my characters and their personalities, so I think it's a good introductory story. There is NO ILLNESS OR WHUMP. IT'S PURE FLUFF. (Don't judge my movie choice, it's one that Charlie would vote for haha) After this, I'll start posting things much more on theme for here :)

“Jules, are you almost done?”

Colin was just finishing up work at the pool. He’s supervising tonight, and waiting for Julie to finish changing, so he can lock the doors, since it’s closing time. He’s been at the pool for 14 hours, drank 3 cups of coffee, and taught 4 hours of lessons. He’s looking forward to going home, taking a shower, and watching a movie with his flatmates, as per Friday night tradition.

“Yeah, I’m here” replies Julie, “Sorry I took so long.”

“It’s all good. Let’s get out of here.”

On the drive home, Colin calls his boyfriend Rowyn.

“Hey Colin! Ready for movie night?”

“Yeah, I’m just on my way home.”

“Mmm, long day?”

“Yeah.” He hears some muffled voices in the background, before Rowyn answers.

"Oh, come on, Max wants me to go make the popcorn.” Colin can practically hear the eye roll from the car. “Oh, and Jamie’s invited Keegan over tonight, too.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” Colin grins at Rowyn’s feigned annoyance, looking forward to his boyfriend’s popcorn (Max is right, Rowyn’s is somehow always superior).

They hang up, and Colin finishes the drive peacefully. He walks into the flat he shares with his four friends, and immediately drops his bag and walks over to hug Rowyn (who’s still making popcorn) from behind, dropping his head on his shoulder. “Mmm, smells good!” he says. Rowyn turns and kisses him hello, laughing at his messy hair. “Go take a quick shower, then we’ll start the movie.”

Colin walks down the hall to the bathroom, and quickly jumps in the warm shower. After a quick rinse and shampoo, he dries off, gets dressed, and heads to the living room where his friends are gathered. He drops onto the couch, and wiggles until his head is in Jamie’s lap, looking up at him. Jamie frowns at him as his hair leaves water on his pants, but he still runs a hand through his hair in the way that he loves.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” asks Colin.

“Frozen II” squeals Charlie, “It’s one of my favourites!”

“Oh, finally, a movie with good music!” answers Colin, just as Rowyn walking in with 3 big bowls of popcorn. He hands one to Max for them and Charlie to share, muttering about “weirdos who like dill pickle popcorn”, and hands one to Jamie, who will share his butter-and-salt popcorn with Keegan, when he gets there. Colin sits up, making room for Rowyn, with the third bowl of popcorn, movie theater style.

Rowyn settles in with an arm around Colin, putting the popcorn on his lap. Jamie’s texting Keegan, to figure out when he’ll get there.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes, and said we could start the movie, if we want,” says Jamie.

Max grabs the remote off the table and presses “play”.

Colin and Charlie share excited glances, as the opening plays. Rowyn glances at Colin, and smiles at his expression, hugging him tighter. Apple meows from the floor, wanting in on the cuddles. Colin laughs, and moves the popcorn bowl from Ro’s lap. Apple hops up, kneads for a minute, then curls up, purring. Rowyn looks at her and smiles, before resting his head on Colin’s shoulder to watch the movie.

As young Elsa and Anna fill the screen everyone becomes quiet to listen. They are playing with Elsa’s magic, to make an enchanted forest. Anna tries to marry off all their characters, and Ro says “Oh, Anna” with a fond eye roll.

Agnarr finishes his tale of the enchanted forest, and Anna says “Whoever saved you, I love them,” as she falls back onto Iduna. Charlie says “Yes, you do!” and Jamie looks at her questionably. She looks back, confused, and Max says “Hold on… Have you never seen this movie, Jamie?!” He shakes his head, and Charlie gasps. “Okay, nobody spoil anything!” she says, ignoring the fact that she kind of just did, and everyone settles back to continue watching the movie.

Everyone laughs when Anna mispronounces Ahtohallan as “octa-who-what”.

When Iduna starts her lullaby, Colin starts softly singing along, and Ro closes his eyes, and listens to the song. He loves when Colin sings, and it makes his heart go all fuzzy. He pets Apple contentedly.

When Olaf comes into the movie, Max gets excited, and starts mouthing all his lines. They are a huge Olaf fan. “Wait, so there’s no more ‘personal flurry’?” asks Jamie. Charlie explains that “He has a permafrost, so he won’t melt, and doesn’t need the flurry!”

Rowyn rolls his eyes, and Jamie snorts when Olaf says “You’re older and thus all knowing”, since everyone knows that’s not how growing up works.

Just then there’s a knock on the door, so Max pauses the movie, and Jamie gets up to meet his boyfriend. Keegan walks in with a little wave, and Charlie immediately pounces with “Did you know Jamie’s never seen Frozen II?” Keegan turns to Jamie gaping “You’ve never seen it?” He laughs and shakes his head. Keegan immediately pulls him to the couch and they settle in, Max starting the movie again.

When “Some Things Never Change” starts, everyone except Jamie is mouthing the words, with Colin and Max singing out loud. Jamie gasps when he realizes Kristoff is going to propose and excitedly squirms around before settling back with Keegan, who just smiles at him.

When the characters start playing charades, Charlie says “We should do that sometime, charades would be so much fun!” getting some nods from the rest of the group.

Everyone watches aptly as Elsa sings “Into the Unknown”, and wakes the spirits. After Grand Pabbie’s proclamation of “no future”, Elsa says to Anna “I have my powers to protect me. You don’t” and Jamie scoffs at her, and when Anna answers “Excuse me, I climbed the North Mountain, survived a frozen heart and saved you from my ex-boyfriend, and I did it all without powers”, Jamie emphatically exclaims “Thank you!”, Anna having voiced exactly his thoughts.

During Olaf’s trivia, everyone laughs, Max loving his favourite character, and Jamie loving the random fun facts.

Kristoff fails at proposing, and Rowyn snuggles closer to Colin, Key grabs Jamie’s hand, and Max and Charlie smirk at each other over their friends’ reactions.

Everyone watches in awe as Elsa opens the fog doorway and moves into the enchanted forest. Max laughs at Olaf when he tries to run through the fog.

Jamie cringes at Kristoff’s second botched attempt at a proposal, and everyone’s grooves to Olaf’s song, Max singing loudly, and Colin humming.

The conflict between Northuldra and Arendallian people interests Jamie, and everyone laughs as Charlie recites Olaf’s amazing recount of the last movie and explanation of this one.

Charlie and Jamie coo at the fire spirit, and Keegan looks at his boyfriend in amusement.

The siblings discover that their mother was Northuldra, and rescued their father. “Oh, I get it now, what you said at the beginning, Charlie”, said Jamie.

Keegan says “I’m so glad that Kristoff found another reindeer lover!”

“Honeymaren is totally Elsa’s girlfriend in the future, I mean, come on, they’re so cute together!” squeals Charlie.

When Anna chooses Elsa over Kristoff, thinking he left her, Jamie gasps, and almost crushes Keegan’s hand. Keegan carefully extracts his hand, and Jamie whispers “Sorry Key.” They then shift so that Keegan’s hugging Jamie from behind, so they can more easily cuddle.

Charlie and Max sing along to Kristoff’s wonderful love ballad, while Keegan stifles his laughter, and Jamie watches in surprise.

Colin, meanwhile, is stifling a yawn, which of course, Ro notices. After Kristoff’s song, he suggests an intermission to clean up a bit, and get a break. He moves the popcorn bowl and shifts Apple out of the way.

He then changes his position so Colin can lay down, with his head in his lap. Colin smiles at him gratefully, while everyone settles back down.

Charlie gets Sage out of her cage, to snuggle with her, grabbing a carrot for her to snack on.

Once the movie is playing again, Keegan and Rowyn are more focused on the boys in their laps, than the movie itself. Ro’s playing with Colin’s hair, watching as Apple settles against his belly. Key’s watching Jamie’s excitement and investment in the movie, and laughing at his comments.

Charlie’s on the edge of her seat, when Elsa and Anna find their parent's ship, and Keegan starts paying attention to the movie again, as Elsa makes the ice memory of their deaths, and pushes Anna and Olaf away.

When Rowyn looks down, Colin is sound asleep, with Apple snuggled into his chest. Anna and Olaf are in the dark cave now, and Charlie moves to wedge her way between Max and Jamie.

When Elsa is running against the waves, trying to get to Ahtohallan, Jamie is on the edge of his seat, cheering for her, and gasping when she fails. He and Max exclaim over the water horse, and Max and Charlie sing “Show Yourself” while Keegan attempts to watch both the movie, and Jamie.

Rowyn is sitting peacefully, running his hands gently through Colin’s hair, and covers him with a blanket.

“Ohh” says Jamie, and Rowyn looks up to see Elsa walking through frozen memories, “Ha ha!” Max says as she breaks Hans’ sculpture.

Elsa, talking to a memory of her grandfather, says “Fear is what can’t be trusted”. Keegan whispers “Wise words, your majesty”, and Jamie laughs softly.

“It’s so ironic that Elsa freezes this time, when it was Anna last time”, comments Charlie. Max and Keegan hum in agreement.

Anna realizes she has to break the dam, which will send a tidal wave to wipe out Arendelle, thanks to “the truth about the past”. Anna loses Olaf, and Elsa, and sings her depressing, yet uplifting song. Charlie and Jamie start crying too, and Jamie snuggles tight into Keegan, who kisses his head reassuringly. Max opens their arms to give Charlie a hug, and she gratefully sinks into it.

Anna wakes the earth giants, and Rowyn pets Apple as she startles from the noise. Everyone watches in anticipation as Anna runs from the giants, and Jamie cheers when Kristoff picks her up.

As the boulders fly at the dam, Colin startles awake, and shoots upright. Apple scrambles away, and Rowyn steadies him with a hand on each shoulder. He leans forward to ask “You okay?”, and he answers, saying “Yeah, I think so”, and Ro wraps his arms around Colin, who tucks himself into Rowyn’s chest.

Everyone moves closer together nearing the end of the movie, and everyone’s laughing and joking as the reindeer play, knowing that Elsa is okay, Arendelle is saved, and cheering as Kristoff finally proposes. “Oh, yay! Olaf’s back!” cheers Jamie and Max laughs, happy his favourite character is back. There are some happy tears at the sister’s reunion.

Anna is queen, and Kristoff and Olaf look funny in fancy clothes. “Our lands and people, now connected by love” recites Charlie with Anna. Jamie and Keegan laugh gently.

Max says “The spirits look so happy now, I’m glad Elsa found her calling, and Anna feels like a better queen anyway.”

“Yeah,” Colin sleepily puts in, “She found her answers.”

Everyone’s about to head out, but Charlie stops them by saying “Wait! We have to watch the end-credit-scene!”

Everyone looks confused, so she sighs, and grabs the remote from next to Max, skipping through until she finds Olaf’s extra scene. Everyone laughs when they realize that Olaf’s telling the story to Marshmallow and the many magic snowmen.

“Now, the movie’s over”, she says happily.

Rowyn leans forward to whisper “Let’s get you to bed, sleepyhead” and Colin smiles at him, sitting up for a quick kiss, before standing up and pulling Ro up too. Together, they head off to get ready for bed.

Charlie has lots of energy, so after returning Sage to her cage, she and Jamie head over to load the dishwasher, chatting about the movie.

Max asks Keegan if he’s staying over, who calls Alix and Jayden to see if they can pick him up. They’ll be there in a couple minutes, so he walks over to the kitchen doorway and watches his boyfriend talk animatedly about the movie for a couple minutes, smiling softly. Jamie notices him and walks over, just as Key gets a text from Jay that they’re downstairs. He thanks everyone for the movie and the popcorn, kisses Jamie good-bye and heads downstairs.

Max cleans up the living room, then they go put on pajamas and brush their teeth. After, they go join the post-movie Friday night tradition of a cuddle pile in Ro and Colin’s room. They’re the fourth one there, so they flop across Jamie’s lap, putting their head on Colin’s chest, who reaches up to ruffle their hair, while Rowyn plays with Colin’s. “Charlie, get in here!” shouts Rowyn affectionately.

“Sorry!” she says, running in and squirming her way into the middle. Everyone laughs, then sighs, then Colin starts a yawn train.

“Sorry you slept through part of the movie”, says Max.

Colin says “Mmm, it’s okay, I’ve seen it before. This week was long.”

Ro hums sympathetically, and Jamie wiggles out of the pile, saying that he has a couple things to finish before bed, and Max and Charlie soon follow.

Rowyn climbs under the covers, and Colin follows. They curl up together, facing each other, as they settle in. Ro reaches up for a quick kiss, before Colin promptly falls asleep, Rowyn soon following. Apple pads over, and jumps onto the bed, nuzzling against Rowyn’s back, purring happily.

Max, on their way to bed, checks in on Jamie, and finds him reading a book. They climb onto his bed, and force him to put the book away. They decide to spend the night, and Charlie finds them like this later, and joins them, adding a third person to a 1-person bed. Jamie actually sleeps, though, so he’s not complaining.

[iwantjobs]

7/10/2024: Look, Trang cracked a smile even though she's smelly because it's the end of a hot day but never dirty (for none of my body parts touches the dirt or food or bathroom crap; and my female places abd armpits are washed with little water and plain soap 3 times a day because the eging body stinks of death as we age. My hands are always lightly washed with soap and water when I have to pull out my nose boogers and touch the saliva of my mouth when brushing teeth. My hands always washed after touching the female parts to clean. I hate me not washing their hands after touching their male parts to pee. I hate men not wiping their ass after number two and have poop stuck on their undies. Nasty vile man. My teeth are always brushed, flossed, and tongue scrapped but the breath of an aging human coupled with depression stinks very often so I am ok never to kiss again. Moreover, ethnic people, people with melanin, and even white people with some thingy color do stinks more so we have to work extremely hard to maintain our stench. However light skin people might stink less, they tend to take advantage of their light smelliness and get them self in forty places like throw bags and jackets onto the bathroom floor of the library, jump onto their beds with their slippers and outside shoes, they put their dry clean clothes on the floor of their room, sit on the streets floor, etc. So diseases like. Nasty) and about to jump into shower. It's all because of the stretching on my arms,shoulders, neck, and head using my paws and hooks to grab onto chairs, sewing machine, corners of coffee table, and leaning my neck against them as if I have 5 physical therapists grabbing on top legs, arms, and head to stretch. Now the pain of the tightness of depression is reduced by 25% and things feels lighter as I walk. OK, I'll be off away from the Internet to stretch to see if it works to prepare me to write the Palestinian lawsuit reply on 7/22. See me back a few days after that if you want to see the power of my way of stretching, the crippled on your back way. See ya alligators. Trang's thinking at 51.23 years old. Oh no, smiling causes wrinkles and it looks stupid on old people and all people if done too much so Ill go back to my blank mental face again.also, for fear Tumblr might shut down because its going broke, I have shifted some of my content to X because it's not too gay and it suddenly allows me to use my email address to open a new account instead of my phone number lole before. Tumblr will be my website that is my main work: philosophy.

[femboixxxboykisser]

harry styles X jonny cash

by femboixxxboykisser

it was harry styles and jonny cash behind stage jonny says”your gonna be on any minute you better get ready” harry replys “i could shave off so time for you” harry grabs his cock and slowly strokes it taking off his belt and sliding down his pants harry turn around and slides jonnys cock in to him his forskin relaxes harrys ass as harrys ass he grabs him turns him around and hold him right above his waist jonny grabs his cock and slides it in as he precums harry leave outs the loudest moan harry hears glass break he wakes up to shattered lamp and a boner he grabs his iron man two dvd and puts it in to his dvd player and starts masterbating to jonny cash cuming all over his 50 inch TV looking at his glazed donut of a TV he tells one of his maids to clean it up he goes to take a bath soaking in his own misery wishing he could finish that night in hollywood knowing he couldn’t after his 8 hour pedicure he hits the strip club with andrew garfeld he arrives greeting andrew, andrew says “ follow me” they head in a female strip club andrew and harry get a drink andrew says “ get me and my buddy the hardest shit you got” the bartender pulls out vodka they both get 5 shots andrews says “wanna get a dance” harry replys” umm you sure right here” harry says” NO i meant by that pear of twins right there” harry shamefully bulshes he says” of course “ they both give them a 100 to split the both go to private boths harry takes off his pants he can already hear the other girls moans she gives harry a lap dance after a good ten minutes harrys still not hard she gets on her knees to suck she slides it in to her mouth he started thinking about this in a different situation with jonny that jonny was the stripper that jonny was the one on his knees that jonny was the one sucking his thick cock he hers the strippr choking on his cum he shot down his throat he then stood up and knew what he had to do he left the strip club he got in his car he turned on royals by Lord and started dialing jonnys number going 37 miles past the speed limit it rang and rang till voicemail all he said was “ jonny i need you i cant stop thinking about you after that night your eyes the way you kiss me the way you hold me i need you- i love you jonny the last thing in the voicemail was the crash of a car harry opens his eyes to the faint buz noise of hospital lights and jonnys mesmerizing face harry starts sobbing jonny hugs him saying “its all going to be ok baby am here now” jonny stauds in the hospital with him for 3 more days not leaving for anything the first day he gets out he takes him to his house he strolled him in his wheelchair to jonnys bed harry rolls off his wheelchair and curls up jonny says “ aww baby its gonna be ok little me take a shower ill be quick mk” harry says” mhm” jonny go’s to the shower stroking his long thick dick cuming all over the wall only dreaming it was harrys face and washs off and only in a towel go’s up to harry takes off his towel and changes in front of him harry remembering his thick cock wishing to suck it he sits up and grans by his hips turns him around and slurps his cock a jonny says “ you missed it that much hun” harry tasting jonnys cum he knows nothing can stop him from fishing him this time jonny slips out of his mouth and cums all over his face threw the night they do various different positions harry wakes up to jonnys gone he hops in his wheelchair to look for him he goes to the kitchen and sees jonny cooking breakfast he fastly pushes and jonny says” i love you hun you tired “ and harry says” i love you to”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Three: The Thunderclap (Jason Todd's POV)

I woke up looking for them again. It still happens sometimes. I get out of bed, checking the bedrooms before realizing that they are never coming home. That night was particularly terrible. I made myself a cup of tea and stared at the ghosts on my wall. Photographs of times long past. I could almost hear them laughing sometimes.

I looked at the clock in the hallway and tried to catch my breath. My alarm would go off any minute, so I showered to settle my nerves. Cold water. Always cold water in the morning. I washed my hair, slowly turning the water up to lukewarm, and scrubbed my skin once more, crying as I ran the towelette over a tattoo I got for them. I felt ill, as I always did when I thought of them. Sometimes I felt so sick I thought I'd die, but I pushed through because it was better than stopping. It was better than feeling.

I dressed in an embroidered green silk shirt and black pants. Then, I tossed on a thick cotton jacket. It wouldn't be chilly outside, but I ran cold enough to need it. I shifted my focus to better thoughts. Hopeful thoughts. I don't think I could've retired even if I wanted to. The case files kept me going. Their faces in the dossiers. Their stories. I slipped on my loafers and spritzed cologne in the air. It wasn't until I put on my seatbelt that I broke down. I leaned over the steering wheel, sobbing as if just moments ago I'd found out...

I only felt grief that instant because I had work to do. I collected myself and drove to the juvenile detention center. Warren went in to identify himself in the pickup area, and I waited quietly with Mary. "You didn't have to wake up so early—."

"I was up anyway... Besides, I think it's vital that he's surrounded by people who care about him. Most parents perceive this as the end and feel it's their time to let out a sigh of relief, but this is the most painful transition Terry will ever make in his life," I explained. Mary looked up into my eyes, and I took a breath. It was so early that the sun hadn't risen yet. We stood in the cold and the dark, waiting to hear Terry's voice.

"Terry tells me you're schway," Mary whispered. I chuckled. "He never stops talking about you."

"Schway," I smiled as I shook my head, "Kids are funny, aren't they? They go through rough patches, and we wonder if they'll ever get through it, and they surprise us every time... Terry's gonna surprise us all. I've got a good feeling about him... And not just 'cause he called me schway."

Mary smiled. "I hope so... He was such a sweet boy growing up. You should've seen him then, but he's always prided himself on his honesty. I don't think he's ever lied to me. Not once. Even when he was running with that gang, he never lied. He'd tell me not to ask. Terry's never been a liar," Mary whispered.

"I can tell... You and Warren raised two great kids. How's Matt?" I questioned. Mary grinned.

"He's doing fine. Matt told me to ask if you could come with Terry to see his play," Mary recalled.

"Sure. What's the play?" I grinned.

"Chicken Little. He's Foxy Loxy," Mary replied. We glanced at each other and started laughing. "I can always make something up—."

"No way. I love the theater. Even if it's in the elementary school auditorium," I joked. Then it happened. Time froze for her.

Warren walked beside Terry out of the main entrance. Mary stood on the tips of her toes, and I leaned over to whisper, "Go ahead. I'm sure he needs it."

Mary ran to him and nearly swept him off his feet. He staggered back into Warren, who kept Terry upright until he embraced Mary in return. "Mom," Terry mumbled as he hid his face in her shoulder. Warren took his glasses off and wiped away his tears.

Warren placed a comforting hand atop Terry's head. Terry turned to his father and embraced him. Warren's shoulders relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around his son. I tried to stay present in their moment, but I felt a chill, and my stomach lurched. I swallowed hard, shutting my eyes to push the feeling down, but it persisted until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I looked down and met eyes with Terry. I smiled and hugged back. "Thanks for coming, Jason," Terry replied.

"You must be starving. Tell your parents that breakfast is on me," I whispered as I nudged him. He nodded and returned to his parents. They looked at me, and I nodded insistently. They got in their cars, and Terry got in with Warren. I'd parked beside Warren and told them where we'd get breakfast.

I waited for him to tell Mary, and I led the way. Terry had French toast, eggs, and bacon. Mary and Warren had pancakes and bacon. I had an omelet and pancakes. It made me feel like a kid again. I loved breakfast time. It made me think of Bruce, half-asleep, tolerating the morning's light to humor me until school. I remembered the smell of his coffee. Nutty, heavily roasted, black.

I thought of Alfred's gentle reminders to Bruce to mind his manners. When I looked up, Mary and Warren asked if I'd stay with Terry while they spoke outside. I nodded. "You've been smiling this whole time," Terry noted, "I thought you were gonna be sick when I saw you earlier. What's up?"

"I've been stuck in my memories today. Everything reminds me of the past today," I confessed. Terry squinted at me, and I nodded. "I'll tell you about it some other time."

"Promise?" Terry asked. I chuckled. "I'm not joking." Terry smiled as he sipped his orange juice. The kid was persistent. I'll give him that.

"One story for every meetup... How about that?" I asked. Terry nodded.

"You've got a deal, Jason," Terry replied, "My dad doesn't get off work until five most days, so can I do my homework at your office?"

"We can discuss that with your parents... If they say it's alright, I'll keep the office open as long as you need," I answered. I didn't mind the company. It beat spending time alone going over case files, hoping that I wouldn't be bombarded with images of the past. Sometimes they laughed. Sometimes I heard them call out to me. All those sweet little helpless voices. Glass shattering as their innocence was torn away forever. Terry tapped the table. "Terry, do you like sports?"

"Mhm... Jason, can I ask you a personal question?" Terry requested. I nodded. "You said you're in your fifties... When'd you start doing this?"

"Twenty years ago," I answered. I didn't think I was impressive by any means. I was intentionally bland. But Terry was genuinely interested. "Cage fighting wasn't gonna cut it for career day at the kids' school."

Terry laughed, and when he saw my face, he grinned his little half-smile. "You're not kiddin'?" Terry asked.

"Jason 'The Thunderclap' Todd," I replied, "You should look up my matches. I was pretty good in my heyday."

"Do you miss it?" Terry asked.

"Nope... Medical bills were insane," I half-joked. Terry smiled at me.

“Why’d they call you The Thunderclap?” Terry questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“You’ll have to watch my matches to find out, Terry,” I chuckled.

[imjusttryingtolivemylife1]

Liam: Stomach Bug

Liam sighed as he opened his eyes. He rolled over and checked his clock.

The numbers read 3:17.

He clicked off his phone and rubbed his eyes. Now was not the time to get behind on sleep. They were touring with One Direction and they had taken on a small band with the name 5 seconds of summer to be their opening show. The boys were really great at what they do. And Liam really enjoyed having them.

But in the midst of their growing fame, Liam was taking some classes to continue his education.

College. Or he was trying anyway.

They had a day off today. With the exception of the interview they had. That started at 9:30, meaning they had to leave the flat 8, so they could get there and get clothes and outfits and makeup-

He sighed. He was thinking too much for 3 in the morning. He rolled over and tried to continue his not so peaceful sleep.

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A little while later, Liam woke up again. His head hurt, and his stomach was doing summersaults. He sighed and looked at the clock.

The clock read 7:15.

Great. Perfect timing. He stood up, slowly, so he didn't jostle his stomach, and walked to the bathroom. 

Once he was in the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. He was really pale, and his lack of sleep caused these light purple bags under his eyes. He knew he didn't look good.

As much as he didn't want to, he stripped off his clothes, and turned on the shower water. While it heated, he thought about all the things he had to do today. It really wasn't much, but he just wanted to go back to bed.

Once the water was warm, he stepped in. He didn't realise how tense his muscles were until the warm water hit him. His muscles instantly relaxed. He stood there for a few minutes, just feeling the water on his body.

After standing there for a few minutes, he did a quick wash of his hair and body. He stepped out, wrapped in a towel. He could hear the rest of the boys downstairs. He sighed and walked out of the bathroom. He walked to his closet and picked a random hoodie and sweatpants. He knew they would make him change, but for now he wanted to be comfortable. He walked back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

His stomach hurt, but he was doing okay. He hasn't thrown up yet, which is a good sign. That was until he accidentally gagged himself with the toothbrush.

Great.

He could feel the vomit coming, and leaned over the toilet just as it started happening. He sat there for a few minutes, losing all of last night's dinner into the toilet in front of him. He flushed the toilet, then went and sat on his bed for a few minutes, while his stomach settled.

He walked downstairs to the whole group, minus Ashton, playing FIFA. He turned the corner, and Ashton, being the responsible one of 5sos, was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of the food immediately made him feel ill again. He stood there for a second to make sure he wasn't gonna puke

"Goooood morning Liam!"He smiled. He was a little too awake for 7:30 in the morning.

"Morning."Liam replied. He really wasn't in the mood to be happy today.

Liam went and sat at the table, and pulled out his laptop. At this point, whenever he wasn't singing, or in the car, he was studying. He just wanted to do the interview and get it over with.

"Liam? Earth to Liam?"

It was Louis waving his hand in front of his face. Liam snapped out of his trance, the food smell immediately making him feel sick again.

"Huh?"Liam questioned.

"Calum has a cough. Does daddy direction have anything to help him?"Louis teased

Liam looked over at calum. He didn't look bad, but you could definitely tell he didnt feel great.

"Uh yeah, in my bathroom cabinet" Liam replied.

"Great, thanks." Louis smiled and went off to get the medicine.

He watched Louis walk away, then went right back to his schoolwork. 

“HEYO HARRY” Louis yelled ---CAN YOU COME HERE?---

Harry rolled his eyes then jogged upstairs. 

“Liam, why does your bathroom smell so bad?” Harry questioned.

“I’m not sure?” He looked at him questiongly. It took him a second to realise. Shit. he forgot to spray something. 

He returned back to his computer and continued reading. 

“Breakfast is ready!” Ashton yelled. 

Everyone came out to the kitchen and began eating. The smell still made him feel sick, so he didn't get anything. 

“Payno, you best be eating” Louis smiled as she shoved a plate of food in front of him. 

He looked at the food, and held back a gag. The food wasn't bad, in fact, it looked really good. But he didn't feel well, and the smell. 

Oh god the smell. 

Liam sat there staring at the food. If he didn't eat, they would know something was wrong. They were already suspicious. If he did eat, he'd surely throw up, and they'd know something was wrong. It was really a lose lose situation. 

He regretfully picked up a fork and began to eat. As soon as the food hit his stomach, He knew he was gonna throw up. He kept eating though. Too late to go back now. 

“When you guys are done we have to go, it's 7:50” Ashton said. He was cleaning dishes. 

He stood up, his plate half full still. He silently threw the food away and went back to his room to grab his phone and wallet. He also grabbed a pair of jeans in case he was told to change. 

As he was getting ready to walk out of his room, his stomach lurched, causing him to gag hard. Liam sprinted into the bathroom. He barely made it to the doorway before the first round appeared. He threw up on the floor, then stumbled to the toilet to finish throwing up. After he was done, he looked at his phone. 

The numbers read 8:07

“Shit” He said out loud.

He hurried and cleaned the puddle of puke on the floor, threw in some gum, and rushed out the room. 

He jogged down the steps and out the door. The house was empty, meaning everyone was already in the van. 

He got outside and ran to the van. He got in, earning himself a couple of annoyed glares from the other bandmates. 

“Any later mate, and we probably wouldn't make it”  The driver said to him. 

Liam ended up in the seat between Louis and Niall. Calum was half asleep in the row behind them. He kept half falling asleep on Louis' shoulder. Louis said nothing. EVentually, tired of fighting it, he let himself drift to sleep, head on Louis' shoulder. 

About 15 minutes into the ride, he woke up. He felt sick, but he didn’t want to say anything. He didn’t need anyone to worry about him. He leaned his head back on Louis shoulder. He had to fight the urge to gag. His stomach hurt. 

“You okay mate? You’re not acting like yourself.” Louis questioned. He was genuinely getting worried about his band mate.

“Yeah” Liam answered. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince at this point. Himself, or his band mates.

At this point, only a few minutes away, everyone started to get excited. Niall had convinced the driver to connect his phone via Bluetooth, to the van. So, the last 10 minutes was spent listening to ‘I should’ve kissed you’ on repeat.

Once they pulled in, they all climbed out of the van, and of course, there were cameras everywhere. People taking pictures, and asking the boys questions. Normally Liam wouldn’t mind, and would even stop and get a few pictures with the fans, but today was not the day. 

Liam felt himself stop. He felt sick, like he was gonna throw up. He didn’t move. Harry turned around and noticed him stopped.

“Liam? Cmon mate, we have to get inside” Trying to get the boy to follow.

Liam still didn’t move.

“Liam seriously.” Harry urged, getting a little frustrated. 

He still didn’t move, for the fear he would throw up.

“Louis. Liam won’t move” Harry called for Him.

Louis rushed back to see what was happening, while everyone else was getting the cameras and fans away. They all thought he was scared or claustrophobic. Nope.

Louis grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. A few steps in, Liam gagged. He wanted to at least get inside before he threw up. Louis looked at him worriedly, and picked up the pace. 

Once inside, Louis took him into the bathroom, Liam had thrown up a little, and had his hand covering his mouth. 

He practically fell into the toilet, and began to throw up. He missed the first round, but we won’t talk about that. 

They say there for a good 10 minutes. Liam would throw up and Louis would rub his back, whispering calming words to try to calm the boy. 

Liam was in so much pain it was stupid. His stomach ached, the continuous vomiting not helping. 

His stomach eventually began to calm down. He sat there for a few minutes catching his breath. He felt as if he couldn’t stand. He felt weak.

“Cmon lad. I’m gonna try to talk to management, and hopefully get you out of the interview, okay?” Louis said, though he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Liam nodded, stood up, and with the help of Louis, walked out of the bathroom. 

About half way there, Louis gave in and gave him a piggy-back the rest of the way. He wasn’t heavy anyway. 

They got to the room, and immediately got a bunch of confused and worried looks from the rest of the boys. 

Once Liam was situated on the couch, with a small trash can in front of him, Louis grabbed Harry and went to go talk to management. Ashton stayed to comfort and look after Liam. 

While they were gone, the room was silent. Nobody said a word.

Louis walked in, looking mad, with Harry not too far behind. By the way they looked, it was obvious what the answer was. 

“Those fuckers have no heart” Louis ranted, storming into the room, and slamming some papers on the table.

“What’s with the papers?” Luke chimed in.

The innocent boy never really spoke to the one direction boys. He was still warming up to them. 

“It’s a copy of the fucking contract we all signed.” Louis complained.

“The signer confirms ‘Under no conditions shall and interview or concert be delayed nor cancelled, nor missing any member.” He continued, again slamming the papers on the table. 

“I’ll be okay Lou.” I tried to calm him, but he wasn’t having it. 

“Yeah Liam, because throwing up in the bathroom for 10 minutes straight is just fine isn’t it.” Louis said angrily. 

Liam stayed quiet. Again, nobody said anything.

“I’m sorry Liam” he said finally. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” 

“It’s okay.” Liam half smiled. It wasn’t that he didn’t forgive him, because he’d be mad too, but he didn’t have the energy to give him a full smile.

“Boys. Let’s get ready to get out there. It starts in 5.” Paul came in and said. He should Liam a sympathetic look before walking out.

“Cmon I guess.” Harry sighed.

Liam got up and walked with the rest of the boys. This interview wasn’t supposed to take too long, at least he hoped not.

Once they got in there, they all sat down on the couches. Liam ended up scrunched in between Louis and Michael. The managers wanted the two bands mixed together, but Louis demanded to sit by Liam.

The interview had started, and they were asking them the usual questions. Like how touring was going, and how they felt about each other. 

They were told that the interview would only take about 30 minutes.

About 25 minutes in Liam began to feel sick again. But they couldn’t take a break because it was a live interview. 

He didn’t say anything for the rest of the interview. As she was rapping up, he knew he was gonna be sicker and he knew it was going to be soon. They turned the cameras off and Liam half sprinted out of the room. Though not knowing the place, he couldn’t find the Bathroom.

He stopped suddenly as he gagged. He felt it coming. He gagged again, this time vomiting on the floor I front of him. He felt as if he was gonna fall over. He started to sway back and forth, as he felt a pair of hands on him holding him up.

He continued to throw up. 

After a few minutes of throwing up, he started dry heaving. After a few minutes, he was done. 

“Cmon lad. I’ll find someone to clean this up.” Louis whispered, guiding him back to the changing room.   

After getting back to the room, Liam sat down, and almost immediately fell asleep. Louis went to go find a janitor or someone to clean up the mess.

When he woke, he was laying on Harry’s lap with Harry playing with his hair. He just laid there. He was tired. 

“Cmon guys. Let’s go.” Louis came back into the room.

“Did you find someone to clean up the mess?” Harry questioned

“No. They said since we made the mess that we had to clean it up. I wanted to shove their faces into it, but it’s done. I took care of it.” He replied.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Liam rambled on.

“It’s okay Li. I'd do anything to make sure you’re okay. Now let’s head home”

They all went back outside to reload the van. They made sure Liam had a bag beside him, just in case.

The drive home was really anti climatic. Liam slept, and everyone else was either on their phones, or just sitting there quietly. The only sounds in the car were Liam’s snores and Calum’s coughs. 

Once they had arrived home, Louis carried Liam to his room. Magically he didn’t wake up. He placed him in his bed, took his shirt off, left a bucket and a cup of water by the bed, and left. A few minutes later, he returned with some pills and a thermometer. He placed the thermometer on his head and laid the pills on the table with the water. He heard the thermometer beep after a few seconds. It read 38 degrees. Not enough to worry about, but it was still a fever. He debated waking the boy, but decided to let him get some sleep instead.

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A couple hours later, Liam began to wake up. He looked at his phone to check the time. 

The numbers read 4:56

He rolled over, and saw the bin on the ground. The sick feeling immediately returned, and he began to gag once again. He grabbed the bin and threw up. Not a lot, but he also didn’t have anything inside of him, so even the small amount hurt. 

After he was done, he got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his mouth, and brushed his teeth. He then decided to recheck his temperature. He put it to his forehead, and a few seconds later, heard it beep. 

It read 38.7

It wasn’t super high, but he definitely needed to take something to get it down. He grabbed the pills and the water on the table. He didn’t want to throw up again, but he wanted it to help, so he took them. 

He also decided to change his clothes. He was swearing in his sleep, and he felt gross. He also probably smelt bad. 

After a quick change of clothes, he decided to walk back downstairs. Again, the lazy boys were playing FIFA. 

“OoO it looks like the zombies alive” Niall exclaimed. 

“Thanks for the compliment Ni” Liam grinned back.

“How do you feel? You’ve been asleep for a while” Harry questioned. 

“Better. I’ve gotta study.” Liam said quickly walking out of the living room.

“Wait.” He turned around “where’s Louis?”

“Having a meeting with management. They didn’t like his behaviour earlier.” Ashton said.

“Oh. Well I bet he didn’t like theirs either.” He half laughed, then walked out. 

He sat at the table and began to study. 

“Hey Li, we’re watching a movie! Wanna join?” Niall childish voice yelled from the living room.

“Uh sure. Just give me a second” Liam said, grabbing his computer and walking to the living room. 

He sat down on one side of the couch, and put the foot rest up. He started shivering, probably from his fever.

He was so focused on the movie, he didn’t see Calum get up, and Ashton rushed after him.

He was distracted from the movie by retching and coughing coming from the bathroom. 

Liam sighed. Now not only was he sick, but now Calum was sick too.

A couple minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom. Him and Ashton were both smiling. Liam was confused as to why they were smiling. 

Ashton noticed his confused look.

“Oh don’t worry Liam, he’s not sick.” Ashton said.

“But I heard him throw up-“ Liam continued.

“Yeah, he did, but he’s not sick. He laughed too hard, started coughing, and threw up. It was pretty funny, actually.” Ashton laughed.

“Oh okay.” Liam sighed in relief

The movie continued. Liam kept falling asleep. He would fall asleep for a few seconds, then jump awake, then repeat the cycle. 

“Liam needs to go back to bed” Niall said sarcastically. 

Liam instantly got annoyed. He didn’t know why, but he got really mad. 

“Fine” and with that, Liam got up and walked back to his room.

“Liam I was just joking, you just looked tired and-“ Niall started.

Liam ignored the rest. He was mad. He just went back to his room and went on his phone. 

Then, after about 10 minutes of laying there, all the sudden, he felt really guilty. He shouldn’t have yelled at Niall like that. He didn’t do anything wrong. He began to cry. Not like, soft sad tears, but like he couldn’t breathe. 

All this crying and hyperventilating made him sick again. He was throwing up, and he couldn’t breathe. He knocked the water off the table, which shattered when it hit the ground. 

He could faintly hear the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs before Louis bursted into the room.

“Hey hey it’s okay” he ran to Liam’s side to comfort him. 

��Why are you freaking out so much Li? What’s wrong?”

Louis continued, starting to panic.

After the few minutes of comforting words and trying to calm him down, Liam could finally breathe again.

“What happened Liam? You fucking scared me” Louis asked, a relieved tone to his voice. 

“I felt bad- I couldn’t breathe. I was so mean to him- Louis I’m such a bad person. I-“ Liam rambled on.

“Woah woah woah calm down. Look at me.” Louis pulled his head up, and looked into his eyes.

“That explains it.” He continued.

He stood up and got the thermometer off the table.

“One more time” he stuck it to Liam’s forehead.

It beeped. 39 degrees.

“Okay Liam, here’s the deal. I’m gonna give you some medicine. If you throw up, or your fever doesn’t go down, you’re gonna get an ice bath!” He said the last part with sarcastic excitement.

“Mkay” Liam mumbled.

He was delirious from his fever. He probably wouldn’t remember any of this. 

“Here” Louis handed him the pills

Liam took the pills and went back to sleep. He awoke again at 9:30. He got up and went downstairs. Everyone was asleep at this point. He was tired. He grabbed a cup of water, then went back up to his room.

He then fell asleep, hoping to get a good night's sleep before their big day tomorrow, and silently thanked Louis for all of his help today.

[umemiyan]

*busts down the aviary’s door armed with a pen and notepad* hey lovely!! pretty please may I hear about

🧊 and 🩰 for umesaku + robin

🔪 for belphie

🩹 for katsuki

🌹 for satoru

and 🎃 for a blorbo of your choice!!

EVERYONE LOOK ALIVE THE PRESS IS HERE!!!!

jk jk but tysm <3 i put the rest under a cut because i wrote too much 😀

🧊 — who sings in the shower?

that would be me <3 even tho i don’t sing as much as i used to, i still bust out in the shower here and there!!! but ngl i feel like sakura also sometimes gets something stuck in his head and i’ll catch him quietly singing to himself while the water’s running and he can actually carry a little tune!!

🩰 — who is the better dancer?

i think sakura’s physical skills and agility would actually help him be a decent dancer if he ever decided to try; he could probably way surpass me if he practiced (i’m not amazing but i’m not horrible). it might be difficult to get him to even think about it, but if hajime and i are persistent enough and play it right, we can get him to give it a shot <3 he’d probably be best at hip-hop or something, but he could also easily pick up on some ballroom dancing type stuff once he gets the moves down.

hajime dances like somebody’s white father while freestyling, but he’s also not half bad at basic ballroom type stuff (he’s a good waltz partner and whatnot). and uh, he may not have the skills to bust some moves for a music video or anything but… he can certainly grind like it’s nobody’s business when he gets in the mood 👀

🔪 — if they were a yandere, would you still love them?

he IS a yandere 😭😭 but he’s also kind of a bitch baby, so it’s like… he could decide he wants to try and lock me up one day, but then after a while he’d be like ☹️ she doesn’t wanna cuddle with her wrists tied up ☹️ and who’s gonna pet my hair and fluff my pillow ☹️ i want her to punish me for being a brat it’s not the same when lucifer does it ☹️ so he would change his mind really quickly because it’s too much work being the whole completely domineering yan type. he’d much rather be like a special little lap kitty who gets all of mommy’s affections and who plans a whole elaborate murder scene in his head if anyone else tries to get scratchies at the same time as him. and yes i love him ❤️

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurt, how would the other react?

when kat gets hurt, i’m definitely concerned, and if it’s something more minor that i can help with, i’ll spring into action with the first aid even if he fights me over it. he’ll be in the bathroom trying to handle it alone saying, “‘s’not even a big deal, i can do it myself.” but i’m like “no you can’t you dumbass, it’s on your back.” and he grumbles and cusses me when i do something that hurts.

when it IS more serious tho, i’m right by his side the whole time. i’m not always the best at like reassuring words or whatever, but tbh he doesn’t really need them much anyway and deep inside is just happy i’m there. i’m more like a watchdog in these situations, and once he’s eventually all patched up and it looks like things will be alright, he’s like “don’t even think about pitying me.”

i say, “i wasn’t gonna.”

and he replies, “good,” while shoving my propped-up feet off his hospital bed.

when i’m the one who’s hurt, however, it’s a different story—depending on what happened, he’s either getting majorly pissed off at someone else or pissed off at ME.

if it’s something minor, he very roughly tries to help while mumbling and cussing under his breath (and this is usually AFTER he’s KO’d someone if he even slightly perceived it as their fault)

big injuries or illnesses tho, his rage is cranked even higher and he’s also my guard dog. he’ll be half-yelling at me with tears in his eyes, “why were you being such a dumbass??? stupid shitty sister.” (<< one of his many terms of endearment <3) while also yelling at everyone else in the vicinity. he’s the type of person they’d kick out of the room because he’s disrupting the peace or whatever work they’re trying to do dkdkdjdjdjd (he gets better tho <3)

🌹— if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?

oooooohh good question…… i guess maybe he would??? probably not tho lmao. i’m not like a super sexy model or anything but perhaps he’d find me entertaining or something and jack off to weird scenarios idk LOL. he might not be emotionally invested tho, just sexually fixated if anything (or maybe he’s kidding himself, who knows). i guess i could see him pretending i’m just some weird random character he can make mommy jokes about but at the end of the day it goes slightly deeper than that lmfao. i could be his selfship awakening 😎 /delusional

🎃 — what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

okay circling back to umesaku—we’re doing a trio costume!!! from kiki’s delivery service <3 i’m kiki, haji is tombo, and haruka is our little jiji 🥹 he’s mad about it but he looks so cute in his kitty ears <3

selfship ask game

[kmgkmg]

“almost included a lil text abt hosh accidentally adding joshua to a gc that he meant to add vernon and gyu to....hosh wouldve sent something like "so how long do yall wanna bet it's going to be until they're engaged" and joshua would wait for everyone to place their bets and then be like "well now you all owe me money since we just got engaged" *sends a pic of his hand and an engagement ring* BUT ALAS. i settled on a dating anniversary instead. just know in that universe, they would eventually get married (an extra little epilogue just for you anon)”

ynshie….marriage…..real…..(i explode into tiny little pieces) i actually screamed and nearly rolled off my bed when i read “well now you all owe me money since we just got engaged” like i prayed for times like these FR!!! (i dont think ill ever get over ynshie ever this extra epilogue will live in my brain thank you so so much 😭😭🫶🫶)

also THERE WAS A PLAYLIST BREAKDOWN?? actually dropping everything to read it all while listening to the playlist im so excited to read it rn tysm <33

(also i just noticed that u posted a ww fic??? omw to read it rn . angst will not stop me) (i will eat my words soon)

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put my reply under the cut so our message won't be too long on the dashboard but 😗🫳*picks up the little pieces of u one by one that have exploded*

BUT YEAHHHHH!!!! there are so many lil headcanons abt this fic anonnie!!!!!!!!!! since u like the lil nuggets.. i'll shower u in some unused photos and their What Ifs!!

1...firework/sparkler pic: remember the tweet after cabin wars when joshua realized how cute reader looked when they were happy...yeah reader would've had that realization too on the 4th!!!!! joshua probably asked vernon to take the pic and he would post it on main being kinda fuckboyish but reader and joshua would (obliviously) be flirting in the comments. like get together alr 🙄 2...vernon/josh preoccupied on their phones: reader would send this pic to hoshi and be like "they've been trying to figure out how to load a tiktok compilation vid onto the tv for the kids...who's gna tell them that i hid the remote? 😝" reader just being chaotic since hoshi would b gone that day for personal reasons or smthn 3...joshua bed pic: I WAS SOOOOO TEMPTED TO USE THIS ONE! the thing is though it looks soooooo like Professionally taken, yknow? but it would've been vernon being a little cupid, texting reader like "we mentioned your name and suddenly bro is wide awake" LIKE LOOK HOW PRECIOUS HE LOOKS???? it could pass for him being infatuated w you and UGHHH yeah!!

4...mud masks: the camp has rewarded the counselors for taking care of the campers all summer! free spa day for all of them! except nobody told joshua and hoshi where the mud bath was and the spa was nature themed so um. when they saw a pool outside of the changing rooms with mud, they automatically thought that it must be the place w rejuvenating mud for the skin! yeah no...it's just an old pool that hasn't been cleaned. so they have actual dirty mud/clay on their face. reader and vernon come back from buying snacks like ??????? how are you so muddy when we didn't even tell you where to go??? and reader takes that pic of them just utterly shocked like !!!!!! wym that pool wasn't even a part of the spa?!!??!! 5...karaoke night: again, a counselors only type of event. they would go to the local pub and have fun (maybe drink, maybe not idk!) but you and hoshi would encourage joshua to sing and vernon to rap! joshua would go after you kept whining, he's a sucker for you, and ofc start singing sunday morning. reader would tweet the video and caption it like "living up to the username i see @/sundaymorning" 6...pfp: ok this one is the most nugget of nuggets but i was considering making this joshua's pfp/icon for reader and joshua's texts! it would b for after they're together! i was gna add a bit abt how he makes funny faces to cheer reader up. he made that face one day during one of your facetimes, so you screenshotted it and always look at his contact pic when you feel down!

if you did get the chance to check out the breakdown i would b soooo interested to know which song(s) u think fits the series the best!! i def have my own picks for the ones i listened to a lot and used the most 🤭

THE WONU FIC!!!!!!!! my friend is a wonu stan and i was texting her like... yeah almost done w the wonu angst.. and she was like WONWOO?? ANGST????? 🤲 it was soooo funny bcos she's v chill but she was eating up the little sections of the fic that i was sending her hehe

i also made two mbs on my other sb for the wonwoo fic: one based more on the vibes and one based on the aes! the one w wonwoo's face kinda flopped and i'm like 👁️ interesting... @ the followers on that blog

sorry for the late reply!! but hope u had a nice day <333