#promising to take my pain medicine early today...

[orchidniins]

Forehead Kisses | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Arthur being the biggest green flag and taking care of his sick partner. Pairing: Arthur TV x gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1.3k+ A/N: Short one to start the week. I have a ton of requests that I'm currently working on at the moment (honestly I'm a lot slower at writing than I thought) and I'm hoping to get out 2 longer fics next week (if work doesn't keep me busy that is) 🤞 Thanks anon for the request! Hope you enjoy!

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As you step into your apartment, the door creaks softly behind you. You clutch your forehead, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your pounding migraine. Each step you take only worsens your body pains, leaving you feeling as though you've been hit by a truck. You shed your jacket and kick off your shoes, your body craves rest, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed. However, thoughts of the work you still have to complete nag at you, not wanting anything to pile up for the rest of the week.

Tossing your keys onto the table, the loud clatter disrupts the quietness of the room and you mentally curse yourself. You try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Arthur, who had mentioned his plans to live stream for a few hours today. And despite your best efforts, an uncontrollable fit of coughing wracks your body, sending a sharp pain shooting up to your head again. You groan out in pain, unable to ignore the discomfort.  

Arthur was in his office in the midst of a live stream, chatting away with his viewers when he heard you from the living room. Pausing the game he was playing, he swiftly excuses himself from the stream, taking off his headset and exits the room.

You glance towards his office, the soft click of his door catching your attention. Upon spotting your red nose and sunken eyes, he doesn't hesitate for a moment, swiftly hurrying to your side. "Hey, darling, are you okay?" His voice is laced with genuine concern as he assesses your condition.

"I just had a bit of a headache, so my boss sent me home early," you shrug as you explain, trying to downplay the situation. "It's probably nothing, maybe just because it's cold and windy outside—" Your sentence is cut short by cough, prompting Arthur's concerned gaze. "Why didn't you tell me before you left for work?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "How long have you been feeling like this?", his hands come to rest on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"You see, this is why," you remark, sounding slightly exasperated. "Weren’t you going to stream today?" Arthur immediately responds, "Don't worry about that, darling," he assures you, still just as worried.

"I'm fine, babe," you quickly reassure him, not wanting to worry him any further, knowing he'll drop everything to take care of you. "I'm feeling better now that I'm home. I'm actually gonna get some work done." But before you can continue, Arthur shakes his head adamantly. "No work, absolutely not. You need to rest," he insists firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he gently guides you towards the bedroom.

“But…I don’t want stuff to pile up”, you attempt to protest. But Arthur remains resolute, his gaze soft as he looks at you caringly. "There are others who can handle your work for now," he insists gently. "Right now, you need rest, medicine, and some tea." 

You look back at him with a small pout, hoping to sway him, "Off to bed you go," he says, as you two step into the bedroom.

"But Arthur," you begin, whining, but he cuts you off with a pointed look. "No, Y/N," he says, giving you a pointed look.

Finally, you concede, a sigh escaping your lips. "Fine, I'll sleep for an hour, but promise me you'll wake me up so I can finish up work." Arthur simply nods, accepting the small victory.

After changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, you sit down on the bed "Just stay put, I'll get you the medicine," he says, but you attempt to get up from bed, insisting, "No, no, it's fine, Arthur, I'll get it myself." However, he gently pushes you back down. "No, I've got it,"

"But what about your stream?" you worry, but Arthur dismisses your concern with a laugh. "Just sleep, darling," he urges before leaving momentarily to fetch the medicine. Returning with water and the medicine, he hands them to you. "Here, take it," he instructs, watching as you comply before he helps you settle into bed.

"Do you need more pillows or a blanket?" Arthur asks, but you quickly decline, insisting that you're fine. "You just get back to your stream. Don't leave your viewers staring at an empty chair," you joke weakly. Arthur chuckles, "You just worry about getting better," before you interject, "It’s literally nothing, Arthur. I’ll be fine after a small nap. Just make sure you wake me up in an hour okay?" He responds with a sarcastic chuckle, “Yeah sure darling”, and you soon start to feel yourself getting drowsy. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room.

Ignoring your request, Arthur allows you to sleep for as long as you need to, making sure to check up on you every 15 minutes or so. If he hears even a peep from the bedroom, he excuses himself from his stream to ensure you're okay or to make sure you've taken your medicine, sitting beside you until you drift back to sleep.

After another 30 minutes or so, Arthur decides to end his stream early, apologizing to his viewers before quietly slipping back into the bedroom to check on you. He walks up to you and sits beside your sleeping form, noticing a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. Gently grabbing a towel, he wipes it, causing you to slowly wake up. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep," he quickly apologizes, feeling slightly guilty for waking you. However, you decide to sit up in bed, “No it’s fine,” you say, giving him a small smile.

He smiles softly and leans in to kiss you on the forehead, gently rubbing the sleep marks on your face. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Better," you reply with a slight smile. "My head doesn’t hurt as much." Leaning to grab a tissue, you blow your nose before asking, "What time is it?"

"It's around 7 pm," Arthur responds gently. "You've been asleep for about 3 hours."

"You told me you’d wake me up," you start to say, your tone slightly whining.

"Yeah, but you are really sick," Arthur interjects gently. "You don't need more work, you need to rest."

"But—", you begin to speak, but then you cough, a sharp pain shooting to your head. You look at him sheepishly as you groan, finally accepting, "Yeah, fine. I’m sick."

Arthur nods understandingly as he laughs at your admission. "I'll be right back, let me get you some tea," he says, getting up before quietly leaving the room.

He comes back after a few minutes, finding you sitting with your eyes closed, leaning against the headboard. As he walks in with the tea and more medicine, setting them down on the nightstand, he sits on the bed next to you, causing the mattress to dip slightly and the movement wakes you up.

"Hey, I’ve got your tea," he says softly, offering you the cup. "It'll help with your throat."

You pick it up and take a sip, feeling the warmth trickle down your throat, soothing the ache.

You look at him with a small smile, "Thank you, baby."

Arthur smiles warmly, replying, "Anything for you, love. You know I always wanna take care of you."

"I love you," you say softly, placing your palm on his hand that was resting on the mattress.

"I love you too, more than anything," Arthur responds, his eyes filled with affection.

His hand comes up to gently rub your cheek. As he leans in for a kiss on the lips, your hand comes up to cover his mouth, saying, "No, you'll get sick too. And then I’ll have to take care of you, and you’re the clingy type when you’re sick."

He feigns hurt for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Okay, okay, forehead kisses only," he agrees, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a smile from you as he leans and places a kiss on your forehead.

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[exhaslo]

Puzzle Pieces Ch16

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, torture, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, praise, shower sex, aftercare

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The sky was cloudy as snow started to fall heavily upon the city. A sudden chill ran up your spine as you tried to cover yourself up in the blanket some more. The heat was on, but you still felt the cold from outside.

Your body felt weak and exhausted from yesterday. While there was the relief of Eddie never bothering you again, just seeing him still brought you down in the dumps. He always made you feel sick to your stomach. At least Miguel was here to ease your worries.

Reaching out to your loving boyfriend, you let out a whimper. You felt congested and dizzy. Snuggling into Miguel, you coughed and closed your eyes again. He felt so warm and comforting. Perfect to go back to sleep too.

"Hn, (Y/N)? You don't sound too well," Miguel muttered as he started to wake up. You coughed again,

"I'm...fine...just need...some more...rest," You whispered tiredly, "Long...day yes...terday..."

Miguel sat up, stroking your head as you started to drift back into a deep slumber. He let out a soft sigh, knowing that this was partly his fault. Miguel was worried that taking you yesterday would push you too far and it did. The stress of it all had gotten you sick. So today was probably not going to be the best for you either.

"Baby, I have to head out, but I promise to be back early and to bring you some medicine, okay?" Miguel whispered as he kissed your head.

"Mhmm," You lazily replied in your sleep.

As Miguel scooted off the bed, he heard your whine and chuckled. You were reaching out for him, how tempting. If Miguel were to get back into the bed, then he might take advantage of your cute sickly body.

As painful as it was, Miguel got ready for another day of work. He would rather stay by your side, but what he was doing today was for you. Calling Lyla, Miguel did make sure that someone would be here for you if you need help.

He wasn't going to let his future wife be lonely.

Once Lyla arrived, Miguel made his way out. His phone was blowing up with messages from Peter, and Miguel knew why. A clear smirk was on his face as Miguel had all of the pieces start to stick together. This was going to be a glorious puzzle once completed.

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This was personal. Miguel made sure to keep his guests waiting. Entering the supermarket with Hobie and Ben behind him, Miguel approached the deli. He glanced over at your former Supervisor and just gave a simple nod.

"Attention customers, due to a spill in the cleaning aisle, we must ask that everyone leave the store. Again, please exit the store in a timely fashion. We apologize for any inconvenience." The supervisor spoke over the loud speaker.

Miguel glanced as one of the workers 'accidently' spilled two chemicals that were definitely not supposed to mix. As he entered the third freezer, Miguel just smirked towards the loud yelling and bickering coming from inside.

"This is NOT what we signed up for!!!!" Your mother screamed at the top of her lungs.

"We've been waiting here for hours!! You had my wife sleep on some shitty ass apartment floor! NOT A HOTEL! Where is your boss?!" Your father added.

"Right here," Miguel said calmly as he appeared before the two, "Was there something wrong with your accommodations?"

"Something wrong?! Everything was wrong!! Your lackey-"

"Ow," Peter whispered childishly.

"Told us that we were going to be treated like royalty! Given a five star hotel for the night and all inclusive dinner and breakfast! We received non of that! He threw us in a disgusting apartment building and we had to sleep on the floor!!! Are you going to compensate for our back pain?!" You father screamed. Your mother huffed and pitched in,

"We were given no dinner! No breakfast! Then you have us wait in this accursed place!"

"Oh? So if the apartment was not fitting for you, then why was it good enough for your daughter?" Miguel questioned before snapping his fingers, "As for food, I did bring you something."

"Pfft, daughter? What do you know about (Y/N)?" Your father asked with a scoff and saw a table being brought out.

"What I know, is that I plan to make your daughter my wife-"

"Haha! She's already engaged. You may have bought our supermarket, but what do you have to offer for our daughter's hand in marriage despite shitty service?" Your mother huffed and sat down in the seats that were given to them, "Besides, she will be marrying a fine young man soon. It's too late."

Miguel felt his smirk disappear as his anger started to show. Your parents were truly evil. It was for the best that you weren't here. You may have stood up to Eddie, but parents were another thing. Hell, not even Miguel could really stand up to his own mother.

"Do you mean Eddie?" Miguel asked as Hobie set two covered plates in front of your parents. Your father seemed to have beamed at the name,

"You know of him? Good!"

"Yes, I know of him. He's made quite a name for himself here in the city, but enough about that for now. You two must be starving. Enjoy your meal."

Miguel's smile returned as he watched your parents uncover their dishes and nearly cheered at the sight. Miguel was calm as he watched your parents stuff their faces while his men had to resist their laughter.

"At least the food is up to par with our standards. I've never tasted something so delicious! What is the main meat for this dish?" Your father asked. Miguel chuckled darkly,

"For you, I believe that would be Eddie's balls...for your wife, his dick."

Within the second, both started to cough and spit their food out. The two looked at their plate in horror. Miguel leaned back in his seat,

"As I mentioned, Eddie did make quite a name for himself here. So much so that I had to put a stop to him. To think that you would let such a horrible influence get near your daughter in the first place, disgusts me." Miguel slammed his fist against the table, "The pain that you two brought her. The pain that you ignored? The two of you are insects to me."

"You can make as many threats as you want-"

"Threats?" Miguel chuckled once more as Jessica dropped some pictures, "As you can see, Eddie is just barely breathing. I made sure he suffered just as much as (Y/N) and some. Do you really think I brought you two here for small talk?"

"W-Who-" You mother nearly froze in fear as she started to understand the situation they were in, "W-What do you want from us?"

"What I want is to have you skinned and killed, but (Y/N) will cry if I do such a thing to her parents. She resents you, but still cares. Isn't that nice? Your daughter still has a heart for demons like yourself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have to know about this."

"As if we won't tell-"

"Tell her what?" Miguel pushed your father down and pressed a gun to his head, "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me right now to not pull this trigger?"

"Please! Please don't kill him!" Your mother cried, "We'll do anything! Please!"

"Finish your meal. I want to see that plate spotless." Miguel waited until the two of them started to eat again, "Don't puke. You still have plenty more meals after this. Can't let anyone find Eddie's body now, can we?"

Miguel slowly returned to his seat, watching your parents cry as they forced themselves to eat. Now, Miguel had never done anything this cruel before and of course, he wasn't actually planning on feeding Eddie to your parents.

Just his junk.

But the fear in their eyes was enough for now. Eddie's use was finally done, so Miguel could finish him off and dump his body in the river. Once the plates were clean, Miguel slid a document over to your parents.

"Read and sign. You will never contact (Y/N) again. She will make that decision on her own. You will nullify the marriage for I will be taking (Y/N) as my wife. If you mention anything about this, then you'll be joining Eddie. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." They both said in unison.

Miguel watched as your parents quickly signed the contract. Once the deed was done, Miguel removed himself from the room and told everyone to do what they pleased. Your parents were quick to cry for help, begging for their lives.

They weren't going to die, but they will wish they did.

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You sniffed and cried into your pillow, complaining about not being able to breathe and missing Miguel. Lyla found it both cute and slightly annoying. The fact that you loved Miguel so much despite him being such a brute was the annoying part.

"It's okay, he'll be back soon. The vampire doesn't like his sun," Lyla teased.

"Stop calling me that," Miguel said with a heavy sigh as he placed some medicine and a bag down.

"M-Miguel!" You sobbed, reaching out for him. Miguel chuckled as he dismissed Lyla, "M-Miggy! I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby." Miguel hummed as he picked you up. Your arms wrapped around him immediately, "Let's get you washed up."

You hummed happily, resting your head against his shoulder. Miguel undressed the both of you and filled the tub. His warm embrace, keeping you at ease. Miguel kept you between his legs once the bath was filled.

"I brought you some Pho, thought you could use something hot to ease your throat." Miguel kissed your head as his hands roamed your body. You muffled a quiet moan,

"T-Thank you, Miggy," You cooed, his hands groping your breasts, "H-How...was...y-your day?" You asked.

Miguel kissed your neck, making your already fuzzy brain even more rattled. Your breathing got heavier as Miguel's hands kept teasing your body. You turned to face Miguel, burying your head against his neck as you whimpered and moan.

"Accomplished," Miguel replied as his hands started to rub your clit, "I was able to get everything I wanted done."

"G-Good...mhm..."

Your arms snaked around his neck as you started to move your hips to his hands. Your body was already burning up and weak, causing you to reach your orgasm quicker than usual. Miguel must have found this amusing since he chuckled.

"Awe, is my good girl a little more sensitive today?" He teased, his finger now inside you, curling against your gummy walls, "Don't worry, I won't tease you for long. Gotta wash you up,"

"M-Miggy~" You moaned with a cough.

Your vision was blurry enough as it was, but you could still see Miguel's loving expression. You cried out as Miguel slid his cock into your folds, starting his rough charade of thrusts. Your grip was tighter against his neck as you cried and moaned his name.

"Such a good girl, taking me in so well," Miguel grunted as he held your waist, "I'm going to take such good care of you from now on,"

"Ah~ Hah~ M-Mig~" You shivered, clenching against his dick as you cam once more. Miguel pulled you in for a kiss before giving you a load of his seed,

"You don't have anything to worry about now, (Y/N)" He said with a grunt, pressing your back against the wall as he turned the shower on now, "You're safe with me,"

"Mhm~ Y-Yes....I-I am~" You agreed, barely able to hold onto him.

Miguel realized that he was getting carried away and decided to just give you one more load of him. He grunted as he held you in place, enjoying the last of your sickly moans and whimpers. With a heavy sigh as he felt you suck his dick in, Miguel waited for him to finish cumming before pulling out.

"Mig..."

"Shh, can't waste all you're energy, baby. You still need to eat and take your medicine," Miguel said with a chuckle as he cleaned you up.

You squirmed slightly in place, muffling small whines as Miguel washed your body. His hands were still so hot compared to your burning skin. Feeling yourself being lifted, you leaned against Miguel as he carried you out of the shower.

"Don't fall asleep yet," Miguel whispered as he dried you.

"Shirt..." You pleaded.

Miguel complied and gave you one of his shirts to wear. He dressed himself once he finished with you and carried you back to the bedroom. Sitting you in his lap, Miguel helped fed you the soup and gave you the medicine.

"Get a good's night rest, (Y/N). I have a lot to tell you tomorrow." Miguel whispered as he kissed your head.

"Ni...ght."

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[fastandcarlos]

Nurse Lance : ̗̀➛ Lance Stroll

summary: you were all set to be there and cheering lance on at the race, that was until, the world's worst cold decided to hold you back

“Are you sure that you’re going to be alright?” Lance quizzed once again as he hurried around the hotel room, making sure that you had everything that you would possibly need for the day at arm’s length.

“Lance, it’s just a bit of a cold, I’m sure I’ll survive for a couple of hours,” you tried to protest, but he was having none of it. If he had his way, he wouldn’t even be going to race, instead staying back and taking care of you, but you refused to let him miss out on the race just because of you.

“You promise that if you need anything you’ll give someone in the garage a ring, please.”

“I absolutely promise,” you assured him as Lance chuckled his rucksack over his shoulder. He walked across to you and pressed a kiss against the top of your head, brushing your hair out of your face. You groaned as you moved, feeling your body ache and your head pound. “Try and get some rest my love, I’ll be back with you as soon as I can.”

You mumbled a goodbye to Lance as he headed out of the hotel room, heart aching with guilt that he was leaving you to fend for yourself.

Although, it felt like Lance barely left you alone. Every time he had a spare five minutes, he was texting to make sure that you were alright. He was constantly on you, wanting to make sure that nothing had changed or got worse.

You adored Lance for how much he cared about you, you had enough supplies beside you to last the week if you were honest. Across the city he was struggling to concentrate, caring too much to really pay any attention to what was going on in the race.

For most of the afternoon you managed to get some rest, closing your eyes and ignoring the pain that was pounding against your body. As much as you wanted to watch and cheer for Lance, the thought of that much light from your phone staring back at you was enough to make you feel sick.

Once the race was finished, Lance was straight back on the phone to see if there was any update from you. When his last text was left unread, he began to panic, terrified that something bad had happened and he wasn’t there to help.

Lance had never moved quicker through the media pen, never shared so little in the team briefing to get it over with, and never got to his car quicker in order to leave. Just about every speed limit was tested as Lance drove from the paddock straight to your hotel.

His legs couldn’t move him fast enough, ignoring the cameras that were outside the hotel waiting to capture a photo of Lance. Usually, he had plenty of time to stop and smile, but today his only focus was getting back to you. He darted to the lifts, bouncing nervously on his feet as the floors seemed to change slower than ever, before rushing down the corridor, fumbling for his hotel room key in the bottom of his bag.

He was silent as he entered the room, nervous to see how you were. Lance crept through the room, noticing your figure was still in the exact spot where he left you. He was terrified to wake you as Lance studied you closely, only for you to shuffle slightly on the sofa as you heard him clear his throat and gently place his bag down on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

“You’re home, how was the race?” You whispered across to him.

“It was alright,” Lance shrugged, taking a seat down beside you. “Don’t worry about the race though, how are you? Can I get you anything? Have you been keeping up with your medicine?”

Your head nodded, but Lance could tell from the expression on your face that you were still struggling a lot, barely able to pull yourself up so that you could see Lance.

“It seems pretty early for you to be home,” you noted, glancing across at the clock. “Please don’t tell me that you left the paddock early to get back to me,” you scolded, knowing exactly what Lance was like. His sheepish smile told you everything that you needed to know, shaking your head at him, although Lance knew he had made the right choice and would do it again in a heartbeat.

“I came back for you, you can’t be mad at me,” Lance chuckled.

Your eyes rolled as he innocently smiled across at him, “I can be mad at you when you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself.”

“How am I supposed to enjoy myself when you’re not there?” Lance asked, shifting his body to face you properly. His hand reached out and held onto yours, squeezing it gently. “Even when you’re ill and germy you’re the person that I want to spend all my time with, the people at the paddock are cool, sometimes, but you’re a thousand times cooler.”

“I was sleeping peacefully until you showed up,” you joked, offering Lance a reassuring smile as he kept his eyes on you, always checking you over.

“Shall I remind you of how much you clung to me last night?” He pushed, raising a questionable glance at you. “Lance, please don’t leave me. Lance, what if I die from this cold?” He asked, imitating your voice and the questions that you asked him cuddled up in bed last night. “You were pretty much stuck to me last night, and now you’re wanting me to go away and leave you alone? You’re pretty indecisive when you’re unwell.”

Your eyes rolled as Lance reached across and lifted the pillow up around your head again in an attempt to make you a bit more comfortable.

“So, why don’t you lay there and let me take care of you for the rest of the evening?” He offered, “because I know that’s what you want from me deep down.”

You couldn’t protest, having Lance looking after you was definitely one of the best perks of being unwell.

“Come on,” Lance smiled, carefully lifting your figure up from the sofa.

“What are you doing with me?”

“Exactly what you want me to do with you, even if you won’t say it.”

Lance twirled you around in his hold and sat himself down on the sofa, laying your figure over the top of him. His arm was securely around your waist to keep you safely in position. His head rested against the top of your own, eyes watching you closely as you made yourself comfortable. You enjoyed being stubborn, you enjoyed trying to prove Lance wrong, but the reality was you really did need him. You loved having him take care of you, you loved how he was so protective and would do absolutely anything in order to make you feel even just the tiniest bit better.

“Thank you,” you hummed after a few moments, finding yourself beginning to feel sleepy once again. Lance hummed as his fingertips brushed through the ends of your hair. “I love having you here, taking care of me,” you admitted, “I’m just sorry I didn’t get to be there and cheer you on.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for babe, you’re my number one, always.”

“I know, I love you Lance,” you murmured.

“I love you so much more.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[obsessedwithmiguel]

Dealing with period cramps

Author's note: Good evening, I am on my period so I just had to. Also, I headcanon that he has warm hands, and since his hands are or almost the size of a paper, why not?

Summary: You're on your second day of your period and the cramps aren't letting you sleep. You took painkillers but the it's taking so long to take effect. Luckily, Miguel arrived just in time to save you.

Warnings: Descriptive text, fluff, femreader, Miguel being a pookie bear (I cringed while writing this nickname).

It was twelve at night, and you still couldn't fall asleep. Your body curled into a fetal position while keeping your left hand on your lower abdomen. The cramps were driving you crazy, you couldn't wait for the medicine to take effect. Neither position was comfortable for you, since you not only had pain in your lower abdomen, but also in your lower back. Turning from side to side on the bed, you even went to lie face down with your knees on the bed and your body curled like that of a frog. For a moment you felt relief, but you felt uncomfortable in the lower andomen as it were. And the fact that you were bleeding a lot didn't help.

You were tired of getting up, going to the bathroom and cleaning yourself and the blood not stopping. You even felt a twinge down there from time to time. You were also tired of having to change your pads every time you go to the bathroom because they are full of blood. The trash can is almost full to the brim with toilet paper and your pads wrapped in them. You missed him a lot. Your partner, Miguel. The man you've been married to for almost two years. The man who stole your heart, the man who cast a spell on you with that look that pierces your soul. With those ordinary brown eyes that for you were like seeing galaxies or different worlds in them. Those eyes that make you nervous but fill you with a lot of love and tenderness. Casting a spell on you as if he were Medusa and you were his victim who didn't complain at all.

Those full lips but at the same time a little dry when you kiss them. Those lips that you would bite as if it were a candy. As if they were cherries or strawberries. Those lips that only you were the owner of. That hair so silky and soft. Oh, how he loved it when you ran your fingers through his chocolate milk curls; massaging his scalp as he soaked in your warmth and touch. You missed his soft, warm skin, his touch. Despite the calluses on his hands, which wasn't many, you liked it when he caressed you with love and respect. You loved and missed those intimate moments when you were both in bed, snuggled up to each other silently as you showered each other with affection.

Today, Miguel told you that he would be late. That he was sorry that he couldn't come early to have dinner with you. One of the things he appreciated and loved was how much you understood his job and responsibility. How important that job was to him. Although, there were times when you would talk seriously with him about the time he spent with you; conversations which you had already had with him before you got married. You told him that now he had someone who was waiting for him at home, someone who cared about his well-being and that he was no longer alone. But he simply told you that he had a lot of work on him and that he couldn't leave it until last or it would pile up more and more. He promised you that he would make it up to you in any way possible: be it with dates at home, cuddles, etc.

You missed his voice, since it was a low and tired voice it relaxed you in a certain way. A peace of mind that you didn't even know he would give you. You missed his compliments and the way he told you that he loved you even if it was short and brief. You missed him, you needed him by your side. But his responsibility always came before you.

While you continued writhing in bed, a multicolored portal, mainly orange, opened in the hallway of your home. Heavy footsteps could be heard as a tall, broad silhouette peeked through the door. There he was. Miguel. Red eyes from staring at his office screens for so long. Dark circles under his eyes that revealed how tired and exhausted he was. Half-disheveled hair that he didn't bother to fix. Heavy eyelids that threatened to lower and cover his vision so he could rest. Miguel directs his gaze towards your bed, his gaze changes to one of concern when he notices your state. He approaches while shuffling his feet a little. He still had his holographic suit on.

"¿Estás bien?" He asked with clear concern. His voice slightly hoarse from fatigue.

(Are you okay?)

You just let out a whimper when you turned to look at him. His imposing figure in front of you before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The smell of your menstruation reaches Miguel's nostrils, making him realize. Miguel's expression softens as he runs his hand over your forehead.

"Did you take the painkillers?"

You nod. "They did nothing." You complained. Your tears at the edge of your eyes. Your voice reflected the pain and desperation of some relief.

"Let me take a shower first and-"

"You can shower later." You interrupted him. "Stay for a bit before you go."

"Are you sure?" Miguel asked since he felt a little sticky and was reluctant to go to bed knowing that his skin felt like that.

"Yeah..."

Miguel sighs defeated and walks to the other side of the bed, laying down next to you. You moved closer to him and gave him a kiss on the lips before turning around and pressing your back against his torso. Miguel brings his face closer to your neck, inhaling the soft and subtle smell of your soap. The hologram that covered Miguel's left hand disappears, leaving the skin there exposed. Miguel runs his hand over your lower abdomen, caressing his hands against yours. You remove your hand and he takes the opportunity to replace it with his. His hand big enough to cover the swollen and sore area. His warm hand passing under your clothes so that the heat is direct. His hand gently caresses the area in a circular motion. The calluses of his hand rubbing against your skin. The warmth of his torso was beginning to ease the pain in your lower back. Miguel plants a kiss on the back of your neck as he closes his eyes. Clearly loving and enjoying the closeness.

"¿Mejor?" He muttered close to your ear. His breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

(Better?)

You nod as you sigh contently. "Thank you. Maybe you should be my heating pad from now on."

"Am I not yet?"

You huffed a laugh before drowning into his loving touch and warmth.

"Love you."

"Tambien te amo, bobita."

(Love you too, silly)

[satansdarlin]

Spring's comfort

Oh my God, two posts in one day? New record! Anyway I wrote this to indulge my shameless love for Scott summers. (My ACTUAL hubby). Also stoner!Scott cause I said so.

Scott summers x FEM!reader

Rating: M

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: talk about weed and the consumption of it, mention of sexual tension and slight alludements to it, talk of battle feild casualties, talk of self doubt and bullying for physical appearance, The xmen are nearly a sickingly sweet family.

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The hill behind Xavier's School bloomed with early spring's awakening, dotted with cheerful dandelions that swayed in the gentle breeze. Below, the sounds of laughter and the crack of baseball bats echoed across the grounds, but your attention was fixed on the figure hunched beneath the ancient oak that crowned the hilltop.

You traced your fingers across the weathered bark, finding the initials you and Scott had carved years ago—back when white bandages had covered his eyes instead of his now-signature ruby quartz. Those early days felt like a lifetime ago, yet some things remained constant: like Scott's stubborn refusal to show weakness, even as spring's changing pressure systems wreaked havoc with his migraines.

"Don't," Scott said through clenched teeth as you settled beside him. "I'm fine."

You kept your voice soft, barely above a whisper, but couldn't resist a touch of sarcasm. "Oh yeah, you look absolutely fantastic. I especially love how you're definitely not about to accidentally vaporize that innocent shrub down there."

He pressed his face harder against his knees, a quiet groan escaping. "Please don't start. I've already had to deal with Logan's commentary today."

"No starting, I promise." You reached into your pocket, retrieving a small bottle. "In fact, I come bearing gifts of mercy."

The secret you shared with Scott—one that would leave the entire school slack-jawed in disbelief if they knew—clinked softly as you shook out a single gummy and pressed it into his palm. The straight-laced, by-the-book Scott Summers had discovered that sometimes the best medicine came in less conventional forms.

"You're an absolute lifesaver," he murmured, carefully placing the edible on his tongue. He let it dissolve slowly, a technique you'd both learned maximized its effectiveness against the crushing pressure behind his eyes.

You settled back against the oak's sturdy trunk, maintaining a comfortable silence as the spring breeze carried distant shouts and laughter up the hill. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for Scott—one he allowed few others to witness—and you were content to simply be there, a steady presence while he waited for relief.

Minutes passed in companionable quiet before Scott finally shifted, his shoulders gradually losing their tension. "Logan caught me in the Danger Room earlier," he admitted, voice slightly rough. "Told me I was being an idiot for pushing myself when I could barely see straight."

"Well, he's not wrong," you replied, bumping his shoulder gently. "Though I'm sure he expressed it with his usual delicacy."

A small smile tugged at Scott's lips. "Something about 'stubborn jackasses' and 'teaching while half-blind.'" He lifted his head slightly, the afternoon sun catching on his visor. "I had to cancel my advanced combat class."

"The students will survive one missed lesson," you assured him. "Contrary to what you might think, the school won't fall apart if you take care of yourself occasionally."

"Says the person enabling my highly unprofessional coping methods," he countered, but there was warmth in his voice now, the edge of pain finally beginning to fade.

You grinned. "Hey, I prefer to think of it as 'providing alternative therapeutic solutions.' Very professional. I could probably write a paper about it."

"Please don't." But he was actually chuckling now, the sound soft and genuine. The medication was starting to take effect, easing the vice-grip of pain that had been squeezing his skull. "Though I'd love to see the Professor's face if you tried to present that at a medical conference."

"'The Effects of Cannabis on Optic Blast-Induced Migraines: A Case Study,'" you intoned in your best academic voice. "I'm sure it would be very well-received."

Scott shook his head, but he was smiling properly now. The worst of the migraine was passing, leaving him tired but no longer in agony. He leaned back against the tree beside you, your shoulders touching. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For knowing when to find me. For..." He gestured vaguely, encompassing everything—the medicine, the company, the lack of judgment.

"Always," you replied simply. "That's what friends are for.”

The word "friends" settled between you like autumn leaves, delicate and somehow tinged with melancholy. You became acutely aware of where your shoulders touched, of the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the spring air. These moments alone with Scott had become both a comfort and a sweet torture—each one adding another crack to the careful walls you'd built around your growing feelings for him.

Scott shifted slightly, and you felt him tense, though not from pain this time. "Jean asked about us the other day," he said carefully, his tone deliberately neutral in that way that meant he was overthinking every word.

Your heart stuttered. "Oh?" You kept your own voice light, though your fingers nervously plucked at the grass beside you. "What about us?"

"She said..." He paused, seeming to wrestle with the words. "She said we have a connection she's never seen me have with anyone else. That even without her telepathy, she can see it."

You forced a laugh, though it came out slightly strained. "Well, shared delinquency does tend to bond people."

"That's not—" Scott started, then stopped. His jaw worked for a moment before he continued, softer, "You know that's not what she meant."

The air felt heavier suddenly, charged with unspoken words. You could feel your pulse in your throat, years of careful friendship teetering on the edge of something more. But the risk of losing what you had, of making things awkward and ruining the easy comfort between you—it seemed too high a price.

"Scott..." you began, not sure how to finish.

He turned toward you slightly, and even through the ruby quartz, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. "Sometimes," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "I wonder if I'm the only one who..." He trailed off, uncertainty evident in the set of his shoulders.

Your breath caught. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? You'd gotten so good at reading him over the years, at interpreting every subtle shift in his expression, but right now you were terrified of misunderstanding.

"You're not," you whispered back, heart hammering. "You're not the only one."

The confession hung in the air between you, delicate as spun glass. Scott's hand found yours in the grass, his fingers trembling slightly as they intertwined with your own. Neither of you moved beyond that simple touch, both afraid of shattering this fragile new thing taking shape between you.

"How long?" he asked softly.

You gave a shaky laugh. "Remember when you helped me practice combat moves last summer? You pinned me down, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. And it wasn't because of the sparring."

A slight flush crept up his neck. "I, uh, may have let that match go on longer than strictly necessary for training purposes."

"Really?" You turned to face him fully now, a smile tugging at your lips. "And here I thought you were just being thorough."

"I've wanted to tell you," he admitted, thumb tracing patterns on your palm. "But you're one of the few people who sees me as just... me. Not Cyclops, not the team leader, just Scott. I couldn't bear to lose that."

"You won't," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "That's not something that could change. Though I might have to start calling you 'just Scott' now, to make sure you remember."

He smiled then, one of those rare, full smiles that made your heart flip. "I think I can live with that."

The baseball game below had ended, the sun starting to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. But neither of you moved to leave your spot under the oak tree, content to sit in this new understanding, hands linked, watching the day fade into evening.

Sometimes the biggest changes came not with grand gestures or dramatic declarations, but with quiet admissions on spring afternoons, with the gentle understanding that what you'd been looking for had been right beside you all along but that was just the beginning of something new.

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Your room had become a haven of soft lamplight and quiet laughter as evening settled over the mansion. You sat cross-legged on your bed, Scott beside you, both of you having shed the day's tensions along with your shoes. The small fan in your window hummed, pushing the spring breeze through your room and carrying away any telltale scents.

"I still can't believe you kept that," Scott chuckled, gesturing to the rather embarrassing photo on your cork board—him in his early days at the school, attempting to look serious despite sporting a truly regrettable haircut.

"Are you kidding? It's blackmail gold," you teased, feeling wonderfully light and warm. The evening's shared gummy had left you both in that perfect state of relaxed contentment. "Besides, you were adorable with that bowl cut."

"Adorable isn't exactly the look I was going for," he replied, but his smile was fond. The usual rigid set of his shoulders had melted away, and he'd relaxed back against your headboard, his leg pressed against yours.

"No? What look were you going for exactly? Because I distinctly remember—"

A sharp knock at your door made you both freeze.

"Hey, kid, you got a bottle opener in there?" Logan's gruff voice carried through the wood.

You exchanged panicked looks with Scott, whose face had gone notably pale. "Uh, just a second!" you called out, frantically waving your hands at the wisps of smoke from your incense burner.

"I can come back if you're busy," Logan drawled, a knowing tone in his voice that made your stomach drop. Right. Enhanced senses. Of course he could smell—

"No! No, it's fine, I'll just—" you stumbled off the bed, accidentally kicking Scott in the process, who barely managed to stifle a yelp.

When you opened the door, you kept it deliberately narrow, trying to block the view inside. Logan stood there with his signature raised eyebrow, a six-pack of beer tucked under one arm.

"Bottle opener?" you squeaked.

His nostrils flared slightly, and his lips twitched. "Interesting evening you're having."

"I don't know what you—"

"Summers in there with you?" He didn't wait for an answer, raising his voice slightly. "You know, if someone's having trouble sleeping or dealing with pain, there's this thing called the med bay."

You heard Scott groan from inside the room.

Logan's expression shifted between amusement and exasperation. "Look, I don't care what you two do in your off hours, but maybe try using the bathroom fan next time. Some of us have sensitive noses." He paused, then added with a smirk, "And thin walls."

Your face burned. "I'll, uh, keep that in mind."

"Bottle opener?" he reminded you.

"Right! Yes!" You practically dove for your desk drawer, grabbed the opener, and thrust it at him.

He accepted it with a knowing look. "Have fun, kids. Try to keep it down." He turned to leave, then called over his shoulder, "And Summers? You got training with the junior team at nine tomorrow. Don't be late."

You closed the door and leaned against it, mortified. Behind you, Scott had buried his face in your pillow.

"So," you said after a moment of profound silence, "that happened."

Scott lifted his head, his hair adorably mussed. "Think he'll tell the Professor?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his worried expression. "Pretty sure Logan's the last person to snitch about recreational activities." Moving back to the bed, you settled beside him again. "Though we might want to invest in better ventilation."

"Or," Scott said, reaching for your hand and pulling you closer, "we could just use my room next time. Corner suite. Better air flow."

"Next time?" you asked, trying to ignore how your heart skipped at his casual assumption of future evenings together.

His smile turned slightly sheepish. "Well, I was hoping... since we already came clean about other things today..."

You leaned in closer, feeling bold. "Mr. Summers, are you suggesting we make this a regular thing?"

"The getting caught by Logan part? Definitely not." His hand found your waist. "The rest of it? Yeah, I think I am."

Before you could respond, his com unit chirped. Followed by yours. Then both of your phones.

"GROUP MEETING NOW," read Storm's text. "LOGAN SAYS IT'S URGENT."

You both stared at the messages in horror.

"He wouldn't," Scott said.

Another text came through: "BRING BOTTLE OPENER."

"He would," you groaned.

Scott let his head fall back against the wall with a thunk. "Think it's too late to run away and join the Brotherhood?"

You patted his knee sympathetically. "Look on the bright side—at least we don't have to figure out how to tell everyone we're dating now."

"Is that what we're doing?" he asked softly, tension creeping back into his shoulders. "Dating?"

You took his hand, lacing your fingers through his. "Well, I'm not sharing my premium edibles with just anyone, Summers."

His laugh, warm and genuine, was worth whatever teasing awaited you downstairs. Though you did make a mental note to start keeping backup bottle openers in every room—just in case.The walk to the common room felt like a march to execution, though you weren't sure what was more nerve-wracking—the prospect of facing the team or the way Scott's hand kept brushing against yours, sending little electric shocks up your arm. You were still slightly high, which wasn't helping your anxiety levels.

"We could always say we were studying," you suggested halfheartedly as you approached the door.

Scott snorted. "Right. Because that's totally why my heart rate is through the roof right now."

"You know I can hear you both, right?" Logan's voice carried through the door, followed by several poorly suppressed snickers.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. The entire team was sprawled across various furniture pieces, trying and failing to look casual. Storm sat perched on the arm of the sofa, hiding a smile behind her hand. Kurt was hanging upside down from the chandelier, his tail swishing with barely contained amusement. Even the Professor was there, though he at least had the grace to maintain his usual serene expression.

"So," Logan drawled from his position leaning against the fireplace, "now that our fearless leader and his... study partner have joined us, we can begin."

Scott's ears were turning red, but he maintained his composure, crossing his arms. "You called an emergency meeting just to—"

"Actually," Storm interrupted, her eyes twinkling, "we've been taking bets on when you two would finally figure it out. Jean's been insufferable about knowing for months."

"WHAT?" you and Scott exclaimed simultaneously.

"Please," Jean smirked from her corner. "You think I needed telepathy to see those pining looks? The sexual tension in the Danger Room was getting ridiculous."

"There was no sexual tension in the—" Scott started.

"Dude," Bobby cut in, "you made us run extra drills every time they wore those new training pants."

Your face felt like it was on fire. Scott's mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.

"If we could return to the actual purpose of this meeting," the Professor interjected smoothly, though you swore you saw him slip Storm a twenty-dollar bill. "Logan has brought to my attention that we may need to discuss updating some of our... recreational policies."

"Oh god," you mumbled, sinking into the nearest chair. Scott remained standing, looking like he wished his optic blasts could open a hole in the floor to swallow him.

"Specifically," Logan continued, clearly enjoying himself, "the proper ventilation requirements for certain activities." He tossed your bottle opener in the air and caught it. "And maybe a discussion about sharing resources."

"I hate everyone in this room," Scott declared, but he finally sat down—right next to you on the loveseat, his thigh pressed against yours in a way that definitely didn't help your concentration.

"Even me?" you whispered.

His hand found yours between the cushions, hidden from view. "You're on thin ice," he murmured back, but his thumb stroking across your knuckles said otherwise.

"If you two are done having a moment," Logan interrupted, "we've got actual business to discuss. Like how I'm not gonna play delivery man every time someone needs party supplies."

"Wait," Kurt's eyes widened, his tail stopping mid-swish. "Is THAT why Scott's always so relaxed during movie nights?"

"Moving on," the Professor said firmly, but there was definite amusement in his voice. "Perhaps we should discuss the upcoming mission to—"

"Nuh uh," Storm cut in. "We're not changing subjects until they tell us how long this has been going on. I've got money riding on this."

You exchanged a look with Scott, and something in his expression made your heart flutter. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the edible, or maybe it was just that the secret was out anyway, but you felt a surge of boldness.

"Well," you announced, "officially? About six hours. Unofficially..." you squeezed Scott's hand, "probably since that time he tried to teach me to ride his motorcycle and we ended up in the lake."

"HAH!" Bobby jumped up. "That was eight months ago! Pay up, everyone!"

Money started changing hands around the room as Scott turned to you, eyebrows raised above his visor. "The lake incident? Really?"

You shrugged, feeling your face heat up. "You gave me your jacket, and your hair was all wet, and you had this little smile... it was a whole thing."

"If it helps," he said softly, ignoring the chaos of bet-settling around you, "I started falling for you way before that. Remember when you brought me soup during that mission planning session and told me I was being an idiot for skipping meals?"

"That was over a year ago!"

"Yeah, well," he smiled that rare, soft smile that made your insides melt, "apparently I'm slow to catch on."

"Oh my god, they're even worse now," Logan groaned. "I'm gonna need stronger beer."

But you barely heard him, too caught up in the way Scott was looking at you, in the realization that all those moments you'd treasured, all those little interactions you'd overthought—he'd been feeling it too. The team's teasing faded into background noise as Scott's thumb traced patterns on your palm, each touch a quiet promise of more moments to come.

"So," you whispered, "your room next time?"

His answering grin was worth every bit of embarrassment the evening had brought. "It's a date."

"If you two are done making heart eyes at each other," Storm called out, "we actually do have a mission to discuss."

Scott straightened, slipping into leader mode, but his hand stayed firmly entwined with yours. And if the mission briefing took longer than usual because people kept making poorly concealed jokes about "joint operations" and "higher planning"—well, you found you didn't mind so much anymore.

Sometimes the best things in life came with a side of merciless teasing from your found family. And maybe, you thought as Scott's thumb brushed across your knuckles again, that made them even better. 

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The mission had left you both battered and exhausted, more emotionally than physically. Your uniform still bore scorch marks from a too-close call, and Scott's jaw hadn't unclenched since you'd boarded the Blackbird for the flight home. The loss of civilians always hit him the hardest, even when there was nothing more any of you could have done.

You found yourself following him to his corner suite without discussion, neither of you wanting to be alone. The sun had long since set, casting the mansion in quiet shadows. His room was exactly as you'd expected—meticulously organized, minimalist, but with small touches that were purely Scott: a worn paperback on the nightstand, a framed photo of the original team, his leather jacket hung carefully by the door.

"Shower's yours if you want it," he offered quietly, already shrugging off his tactical vest.

You shook your head. "You first. I'll raid your dresser for something clean."

He paused, then nodded, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence as you borrowed one of his soft grey t-shirts and a pair of track pants that you had to roll at the waist several times.

When he emerged, hair damp and wearing sleep clothes, some of the mission's tension had eased from his shoulders. He'd switched his visor for his sleeping goggles—the ones you'd helped him modify last winter to be more comfortable.

"Better?" you asked softly.

He crossed to where you sat on the edge of his bed, cupping your face in his hands. "Getting there," he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. "Today was..."

"I know." You pulled him closer, letting him wrap his arms around you, holding on as if to assure himself you were really there. "But we made it. We're here."

His fingers traced the edge of the scorch mark on your borrowed shirt. "When I saw that blast coming toward you—"

"Hey." You caught his hand, bringing it to your lips. "I'm okay. We're okay."

He exhaled shakily, then kissed you with a gentle desperation that made your heart ache. You responded in kind, trying to pour all your understanding and comfort into the contact. When you finally parted, his breathing was unsteady.

"Stay?" he whispered. "Just... stay with me tonight?"

"Always," you promised, shifting to make room as he pulled back the covers.

You settled into his arms, your back against his chest, his heartbeat steady against your spine. His arm draped protectively around your waist, hand splayed across your stomach, thumb tracing idle patterns that made you shiver.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your hair.

You laced your fingers through his. "More than okay." After a moment, you added with a slight smile, "Though Logan's probably going to have opinions about our sleeping arrangements at tomorrow's training session."

His quiet laugh rumbled through your back. "Logan can deal with it." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I need this. Need you."

The simple honesty in his voice made your breath catch. You turned in his arms to face him, tracing the line of his jaw. "You've got me, Scott. For as long as you want me."

His answer was another kiss, deeper this time, full of unspoken promises and growing heat. Your hands found their way under his shirt, mapping the warm skin of his back as he drew you closer.

The world outside could wait until morning. For now, there was just this—the quiet sanctuary of his room, the comfort of being held, and the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brought, you'd face it together.

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The first time you heard it, you were breaking up a disagreement between two students in the hallway. Scott had arrived moments after you, arms crossed, wearing what the kids called his "Dad Face"—stern but concerned, ready to dispense both discipline and guidance.

"Sorry, Mom, sorry, Dad," one of the students had muttered automatically, then frozen, eyes widening in horror at what they'd just said.

You'd maintained your composure until the students scurried away, then dissolved into laughter against Scott's shoulder. "Did we just get parent-zoned by the junior class?"

But it didn't stop there. Somehow, it spread through the school like wildfire.

"Mom! Bobby froze my homework again!" became a common complaint in your classroom.

"Dad's giving the disappointed face in combat training" was whispered in hallways whenever Scott had to correct someone's form.

Now, weeks later, you were grading papers in the library when Scott dropped into the chair beside you, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Three different students asked me if they were grounded today. I wasn't even disciplining them."

You tried to hide your smile. "Well, you were wearing your navy sweater. That's definitely peak dad energy."

"I like this sweater," he protested, then paused. "Wait, is that my cardigan you're wearing?"

"Maybe." You tugged the borrowed garment closer. It still smelled like him. "I'm just leaning into the mom aesthetic. Besides, you never wear it."

"Because someone keeps stealing it." But his mock annoyance was betrayed by the way he reached over to fix the collar, his fingers lingering against your neck.

"Mr. Summers! Ms.—oh gross, they're being cute again," came Jubilee's voice from behind a bookshelf. "I'm telling Logan our parents are making out in the library."

"We're not—" Scott started, but she was already gone, the sound of her laughter echoing down the hall.

You couldn't help chuckling at his flustered expression. "You have to admit, it's kind of sweet they see us that way."

"Sweet wasn't exactly what I was going for when I became a teacher here," he grumbled, but there was a softness in his voice.

"No? The great Cyclops didn't dream of being the world's most responsible dad figure?" You reached up to smooth his perpetually wayward hair. "Because you're kind of nailing it with the whole protective, supportive, slightly nerdy—"

He cut you off with a kiss, one hand cupping your face while the other steadied himself on your chair. You melted into it, papers forgotten, until—

"Ugh, LOGAN! They're doing it again!"

You broke apart to find Kitty's head sticking through a bookshelf, looking thoroughly scandalized.

"That's it," Scott declared, standing and pulling you up with him. "Field trip. Everyone's running laps."

"But Daaaad," Kitty whined, then phased fully through the shelf with a grin. "Does this mean we're getting a little brother or sister?"

You'd never seen Scott turn quite that shade of red before.

"Twenty laps!" he called after her retreating form. "And tell your friends thirty if they make any more comments!"

You tugged him back down into his chair, laughing at his flustered expression. "You know that's just going to encourage them more, right?"

He groaned, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. "How did this become my life?"

"Well," you mused, running your fingers through his hair, "you did decide to date the cool teacher. The one who lets them eat snacks in class and doesn't give pop quizzes."

"The one who enables their sugar highs and constantly undermines my authority, you mean?" But he was smiling now, that soft smile reserved just for you.

"Exactly. Face it, Summers, you're stuck being the strict parent. Someone has to maintain order around here."

He lifted his head to look at you, and something in his expression made your heart skip. "Yeah?" he said softly. "And how long do you plan on being the fun parent?"

The weight of the question hung in the air between you. "Well," you managed, throat suddenly tight with emotion, "I did help you reorganize your closet by color last weekend. I think I'm pretty committed to this co-parenting gig."

His laugh was warm and full of promise as he pulled you closer. "Good. Because I'm pretty sure the kids would stage a revolt if Mom left."

"Just the kids?" you teased.

"Well," he murmured, leaning in, "Dad might have some opinions about it too."

"Oh my god, AGAIN?" came Bobby's voice from somewhere behind you. "Logan! MOM AND DAD ARE—"

"FIFTY LAPS!" Scott shouted, but he was laughing as he said it, and when he kissed you again, neither of you cared who saw.

After all, every family had its quirks. Yours just happened to include superpowers, teenage mutants who called you Mom and Dad, and a perpetually exasperated Logan who kept threatening to send you both to parenting classes.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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You hadn't meant to ruin the rare day off. The local pool had seemed like a perfect escape from the summer heat, and seeing the younger students so excited about a normal afternoon out had been worth all the preparation and permission slips. But now you sat on the edge of your bed, still in your damp swimsuit with Scott's t-shirt hastily pulled over it, trying to pretend your hands weren't shaking.

The knock at your door was gentle. "Hey," Scott's voice carried through. "Can I come in?"

You made a noncommittal sound that he correctly interpreted as yes. He entered, still in his swim trunks and the long-sleeve rashguard he wore to hide his more visible scars. The ruby quartz sunglasses he wore for public outings were pushed up into his damp hair.

"Logan's got the kids back at the mansion," he said softly, sitting beside you. "Storm's making hot chocolate, despite it being about ninety degrees out. Something about comfort requiring chocolate."

"They shouldn't have had to leave early," you mumbled. "They were having fun."

"They were more worried about you." His hand found yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We all were. When those people started saying those things..."

You tried to smile, but it felt wobbly. "Guess they weren't fans of the swimsuitl." You touched your sides self-consciously. "I should have known better."

"Hey." Scott's voice went firm. "Don't. Don't let them make you feel like you did anything wrong."

A soft thud against your window made you both look up. Kitty's face was pressed against the glass, rapidly fogging it up.

"Um," you managed, "did she just climb up three stories?"

Another face appeared beside hers – Kurt's. Then Bobby's head popped up from below.

Scott sighed, but you could see him fighting a smile. "I think we're about to have company."

Sure enough, Kitty phased through the wall, Kurt teleported in with his signature BAMF, and Bobby created an ice slide up to your window before climbing through.

"The others are coming up the normal way," Kitty announced, plopping down on your other side. "Like boring people."

"Because doors are for losers," Scott deadpanned, but his hand squeezed yours when you let out a small laugh.

As if on cue, your door opened again. Jean entered with a tray of Storm's promised hot chocolate, followed by Storm herself, Logan, and what looked like half the student body.

"This is not regulation dormitory capacity," you pointed out weakly as teenagers began filling every available surface in your room.

"Screw regulations," Logan growled, leaning against your dresser. "We're having a family meeting."

"About?" you asked, though the way everyone was looking at you made it pretty obvious.

"About how we're gonna show those jerks that nobody messes with our mom," Jubilee declared from her perch on your desk.

"Language," Scott said automatically, then added, "But she's not wrong."

"We could ice their cars," Bobby suggested.

"Or I could accidentally cause a small rain cloud to follow them around," Storm mused, looking far too innocent as she handed you a mug of cocoa.

"No revenge plots," Scott said firmly, though you noticed he didn't sound entirely convinced. "We're better than that."

"Says the guy who was about to blast their windshield," Logan muttered.

"You what?" you turned to Scott, who had the grace to look slightly sheepish.

"I was... considering it," he admitted. "The way they looked at you, the things they said..." His jaw clenched. "Nobody talks to someone I love like that."

The room went suddenly, suspiciously quiet. You realized it was the first time he'd used that word – love – even though you'd both been dancing around it for months.

"Aww," Kitty sighed, breaking the silence. "Dad's getting sappy."

"Can we focus?" Scott's ears had turned red. "We need to discuss how to handle situations like this in the future, as a team."

"Already handled," Jean spoke up. "I may have... suggested to the pool management that they might want to review their discrimination policies. Telepathically. Very thoroughly."

"And I might have mentioned that my law firm would be very interested in hearing about any future incidents," Ororo added casually.

"Plus, we're totally starting our own pool club here," Jubilee announced. "Better than their stupid public pool anyway. We can do cool mutant stuff without boring people complaining."

"Yeah!" Bobby brightened. "I can make the best water slides!"

"And I can heat the water!" John called from somewhere in the back.

"Absolutely not," Scott said quickly. "No combining powers without supervision, we've talked about this."

You couldn't help but laugh at the familiar chaos, the tightness in your chest finally starting to ease. Looking around your overcrowded room at these people – your family – you felt the day's hurt beginning to fade.

"Thank you," you said softly. "All of you."

Scott's arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Always," he murmured against your temple. Then, louder, "But everyone out of this room in five minutes. There are actual fire codes we're violating right now."

"Ugh, Dad's back in teacher mode," Kitty groaned, but she was smiling as she started herding younger students toward the door.

As the room slowly emptied, people stopping to hug you or offer final declarations of support, you leaned into Scott's side. "So," you said quietly, "love, huh?"

He turned to face you fully, one hand coming up to trace your [mutation feature] with gentle fingers. "Yeah," he said simply. "Love."

"Even with all this?" you gestured vaguely at yourself.

"Because of all of it," he corrected. "Every part of you. Anyone who can't see how beautiful you are is an idiot."

You kissed him then, pouring all your gratitude and returning love into it, not caring that there were still students in the room.

"Gross," Logan commented from the doorway. "Come on, kids, let's give your parents some privacy. But Summers? Next time someone gives her trouble, you better not stop me from showing them why they call me Wolverine."

"Next time," Scott replied, not looking away from you, "I might help."

As the door closed behind the last of your impromptu support group, you snuggled closer to Scott. "Our family's kind of intense," you observed.

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But would you have it any other way?"

Looking around your room at the evidence of their visit – scattered cocoa mugs, a few ice crystals from Bobby's entrance, scorch marks on your ceiling from Jubilee's enthusiastic gesturing – you smiled. "Not a chance."

Sometimes the worst moments led to the best reminders of what really mattered. And what mattered was right here – in a too-crowded school full of mutant teenagers who called you Mom, a team that would face down any threat to protect their own, and a man who loved every part of you, even the parts others couldn't understand.

"Hey Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

His smile was brighter than any summer day, and worth every challenge that came with being who you were.

[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing : luka x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : your boyfriend is far too confident for his own good, and here you are again bandaging him after a fight.

↳ authors note : takes a break -> appears out of nowhere to offer a luka fic cause hes so pretty

You admired LUKA, truly. He was a skilled fighter, and was deemed one of the best in the Underworld.. but you didn't like how he came home constantly bruised and not a single ounce of clues suggesting he was going to treat them.

Today was another one of those days, waiting for your boyfriend to return from one of his fights. You'd usually be there to watch him, but insisted staying home for one night to focus on your own thing for once.

The moment you hear the door open, excitement fills your expression till you're met with the sight of your boyfriend limping inside. "Luka!-"

You immediately rush to his side, one arm over your shoulder and the other around his waist to bring him to the couch. Hearing his weak chuckle makes you even more nervous, sitting him down as comfortable as possible while you rushed to get a med-kit from the bathroom.

"Heey~" He'll say sweetly, trying to kiss you but you're far too focused on his wounds that you accidentally avoid it, applying medicine to one of the more severe ones on his human arm. "Jeez.. what happened?" You asked worriedly, now bandaging the scar.

"Just a bad fight, I promise." Luka answered, ruffling your hair and watching his nervous smile when you pouted. "If you have a bad fight, then it's given you bad injuries. You don't usually struggle this badly.. Take your shirt off."

"Now, really? I thought your goal was to take care of m-"

"Oh shut up, you know why."

You scoff as Luka laughs, taking his white tee off and revealing the wounds on his chest that he clearly wanted to hide with his clothes. He sees your worry clearly in his eyes, and puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you close for a kiss on the forehead. "It's okay.. It doesn't hurt that bad, I promise."

He smiles at how focused you were in bandaging up, how gentle your hands felt and the care you had for him made his heart absolutely melt. Luka knows he makes you grow white hair early with the amount of worry you have for him, but you love him nevertheless. And he couldn't ask for anything else.

"Done."

He heard you murmur, the stinging pain now fading slowly as he looks down at his completely bandaged chest.

"Thanks, lovely."

You simply lean into him, arms snaking around the areas you made mental note were okay to touch and avoiding the ones with injuries.

"Please don't make me worry like that."

Luka goes silent, he can't promise that he won't get into more fights and lose.. cause he will. But he decides to compromise; "I'll do my best to take care of myself, okay? No matter what.. I won't scare you like that."

You nod softly, accepting that proposal. Feeling him fall down into the couch and drag you along with him to lay ontop of his chest.

"Doesn't this hurt?"

"Nah, even if it did, I'll take it just to feel your heartbeat against mine."

You chuckle at his cheesy-ness, your hands to his cheeks as you pull him in for a very needed kiss. "I love you." You say softly, pulling away only to be dragged back in for a much longer one.

"I love you more."

[magicshopaholic]

A Lack of Colour

Summary: Seokjin realises he needs to have a talk with his girlfriend. Yoongi makes a promise. "i should have given you a reason to stay" - death cab for cutie, a lack of color

Pairing: Seokjin x OC, Yoongi x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Angst, sort of

Word count: 9K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language

A/N: Please don’t hate me. Takes place a week after Helping Hands. If you want to yell at me with other readers after you're done , you can do so on the Discord channel.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @purpleseoul7

Listen to: "a lack of color“ by death cab for cutie

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The ER is quiet today - too quiet.

Nari tries to ignore the giggles and whispers that are permeating the sanitizer whiteness of the room, and concentrates on the breath sounds of the patient on the bed before her. She’s come in complaining vaguely of “chest pains” but it’s mildly frustrating; Nari can’t hear anything except absolutely normal breath sounds and heartbeats.

“Show me where you’re feeling the pain again?” she asks kindly, watching closely as the girl - a kid probably in her early twenties - frowns and gestures largely at the front of her torso.

“Just… everywhere,” she answers unhelpfully. 

Nari frowns slightly, not wanting to alarm her patient while a variety of scenarios start flipping through her mind as to why her chest sounds perfectly normal, not dismissing the possibility that her stethoscope is damaged.

She glances up at the girl’s friends, two similar looking girls who seem least bothered about their friend’s situation. Instead, they’re on their phones, exchanging grins and excitedly whispering, nudging the girl on the bed to look at something on their screens.

“Just - give me a moment. I’ll be right back.” Nari walks away calmly and doesn’t stop until she reaches the front desk of the ER. She leans over to the first year resident who’s manning the desk for the day.

“Hey, have you seen Dr Kang or… Cheon or… anyone else?” she asks. “I need a consult.”

“Oh, um, I think they’re all in surgery…” The resident checks a large board behind her. “Yeah, won’t be out for a while. Anything I can help with?” she asks quickly.

Nari nods, empathising with the annoyance of having to answer phones in the ER in place of practising medicine. “I have a case of chest pain - female, early twenties, otherwise seemingly healthy. Her breath sounds, heart beat and EKG are completely normal and she can’t seem to pinpoint any singular area of pain. Can you do some research to understand what this could be?”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah, of course -“ She retrieves a notebook from her pocket and flips through it vigorously. “I’m sure I can find something -“ 

They’re interrupted momentarily by another sound of furious whispering - a group of medical student interns pass by them, giggling in hushed tones.

“Not to sound old or anything, but I swear we were more professional at that age,” mutters Nari, shaking her head.

“I kind of get it, though,” says the resident, shrugging apologetically. “It’s not every day there’s an idol somewhere in the hospital.”

Nari raises her eyebrows. “Like a k-pop idol? Here?”

“Uh-huh. It’s all super secret and high profile, though. He’s in the VIP section and has bodyguards everywhere.”

“Wow. That explains a lot. Anyway, let me know if you find something on the chest -“ Nari pauses abruptly, something clicking. She turns around slowly to look at the girl with the mysterious chest pains, sitting up straight on her bed and whispering with her friends.

“You know what,” she says instead, turning to the resident. “It’s a slow day. Why don’t you take over my patient instead?” she offers.

The resident’s eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Make sure to really ask her a lot of questions,” adds Nari. As the resident hurries away, pulling on her lab coat, Nari stops her. “By the way… who’s the idol?”

“Oh. Nobody knows.” The resident shrugs. “Rumour is that it’s someone from BTS.”

—

Nari waits outside the entrance of the VIP section, watching as one of the bulky bodyguards slips inside the private hospital room, presumably to ask the said BTS member if he knows and would be okay to see a Dr Choi Nari.

It’s a fifteen percent chance it’s Seokjin. If it’s any of the others, it will be a pleasant run-in. If it’s him… it occurs to Nari for the first time that he might not actually want to see her.

Just as she begins processing this possibility, the bodyguard pokes the upper half of his body outside the room and waves at her to enter.

Her heart leaping slightly, she saunters down the corridor silently, ignoring the two surely-vetted nurses giving her bewildered looks as she pushes open the door.

“Hey.” Seokjin, in a hospital gown, looks tired yet relieved. “I was hoping I’d see you.”

“Yeah?” Nari takes a few steps towards the bed, hands in the pocket of her lab coat, noting that he seems okay, except for an IV in his forearm and one of his feet elevated on a cushion. “You know where I work. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

He purses his lips hesitantly. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see me,” he says lightly. “I thought… this might one of those times where lack of privacy would actually come in handy.”

She nods, waiting for the heaviness in her chest to reappear, but it doesn’t. “It did. What happened to you?”

“Oh.” He seems to remember why he’s here. “Um… twisted my ankle. And our regular doctor is out sick today. Irony,” he adds in a soft sing-song voice, grinning when he realises they've done it in unison.

“M-hm. Who’s your doctor here?” 

“Uh… Park something. Park Naeun.”

Nari raises her eyebrows. “Head of the department?” She taps his foot with her pen, ignoring his dramatic gasp of pain. “Must be some twisted ankle.”

“That hurt!”

“No, it didn’t,” she says, giving him a look when his face immediately drops to normal. She points at his chart hooked at the bottom of his bed. “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead. You don’t have to ask.”

“Yeah, I do. Patient information is confidential and I’m not your doctor.”

Seokjin nods slowly but his expression is clear. Nari waits for him to say what she thinks he’s about to but then decides she doesn’t want him to.

She flips through the chart. “Your vitals seem fine. BP is a bit low…” Automatically, she pulls her stethoscope from the pockets of her lab coat and puts it on. “Sit up?”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow but obeys. Keeping the chart down, Nari places a hand on his shoulder and gently presses the chest piece to his chest. “Take a deep breath,” she murmurs, listening closely, frowning when his heart speeds up slightly. She moves to his back. “Lean forward a bit?”

He does so, and the hospital gown falls from his chest to his waist. His skin feels warm where Nari places the chest piece on his back. “Slightly tachycardic. You’re dehydrated, Kimbap.”

“Bingo,” he says, sounding tired again. Up close, he looks paler. But his eyes look more full of life than Nari has seen them in a while. She frowns curiously for a moment before realising it’s the first time she’s called him Kimbap in months.

In order to break the silence, heavy with meaning, she places the back of her hand on his forehead. “You’re feverish. And you look thinner,” she adds, stepping away. “Have you been eating properly?”

He chuckles pointedly. “Hello, pot. I’m kettle.”

A smile flits across her face. “Shut up. I’m serious.”

“Airplane food is shit.”

“Even business class?”

“Absolutely. And touring is tiring.”

Nari nods, placing the chart back. There’s nothing much for her to do; rest and fluids are all he needs and both are taken care of for now. She hesitates, wondering if she should leave. A moment later, she takes a seat on the chair next to his bed.

Seokjin doesn’t try to hide his smile. “Don’t have surgery to get to?”

“It’s a slow day.” She nudges his bed lightly with her foot. “How have you been?”

Seokjin’s smile fades slightly, and his eyes fall. Nari bites her lip; it’s only been a week, but it feels like forever ago. Standing inches away from each other, his cheekbones under her fingers, his palpable desperation followed by clear, transparent realisation.

Despite that, it’s the first time in months that she’s been around him without wanting to cry. Talking with him is easier. Being around him feels like it used to. The truth is out there, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest. 

“Okay. Been thinking a lot,” he says, glancing up at her.

She nods. She wants to ask more, but looking at his pale face and clammy forehead, she decides not to. Not while there’s a chance of delirious answers.

“Where’s Seulgi?”

His face falls. “Oh, crap. I should call her.” He reaches over to his bedside table and picks up his phone, only to see a black screen. “Damn it.”

“You should let your people know to let her in,” says Nari, taking his phone from him and plugging it in to charge behind the bedside table. “They’re fairly intimidating.”

He half-chuckles. “And yet here you are.”

“The whole hospital’s talking about a famous idol here somewhere. Had to check out the rumour for myself.”

“Good to know.” He turns to check that his phone is charging and sits back. “She’s gone to see her parents in Busan,” he says after a moment. “So I don’t think I’ll see her. I fly out the day after tomorrow,” he adds, answering her silent question.

“Oh. You may not be in a state to,” she tells him, pointing to the IV in his forearm.

“Don’t have a choice.” He sighs and closes his eyes, placing his other arm over them. His chest looks white, not a single bit of loose flesh anywhere. But she knows better than to argue with his schedule.

“Keep a water bottle on you at all times. One with a carabiner that you can hook onto your bag.” She clicks her tongue. “There is no way that this is the first time I’m telling you this.”

“Okay, Dr Choi,” he mutters, not moving.

She slaps his shoulder lightly. “I’m not kidding. You’re making yourself sick. You look like a ghost, Kimbap.”

“On the plus side, my hair game has never been stronger.”

She reaches over and ruffles his hair until he slaps her hand away, laughing.

“Don’t be jealous, Nari,” he says loftily, delicately straightening his bangs along his forehead.

“I’m not,” she says honestly.

He gives her a small smile but says nothing. “Thanks for coming,” he says after a moment. “Truth be told… I don’t feel that great.”

Nari wonders if she’s imagining the double meaning, or if she simply wants to. The look on his face at the restaurant opening when she’d finally told him, in as many words as she could, how she felt; it had simultaneously broken her heart and renewed hope because now he knew.

Part of her had expected their lingering desperation at maintaining a friendship to die a feeble death right then, but Seokjin seems to be genuinely glad she’s here right now. She searches, again, for the heaviness - but it has disappeared.

“‘Course I did,” she says softly, squeezing his hand. He squeezes it back, warm and dry, and Nari feels like crying. Not out of sadness, or heartbreak - but out of relief. There was a lack of colour in her life but it’s back now, clear, beautiful and messy.

“Nari, look… about -”

The door flies open and Dr Park Naeun stands at the doorway, youthful as ever in her late forties, with a sharp frown on her forehead. 

“Dr Choi,” she states sternly. “I don’t remember assigning you on this case. Are you cleared to be here?” Without waiting for Nari’s response, she turns to Seokjin and her face softens. “I’m sorry, I was told you didn’t want to be disturbed.”

“I’m not,” he says instantly, letting go of Nari’s hand. “Nari - er, Dr Choi,” he amends, glancing at her sheepishly, “is my oldest friend. No disturbance at all.”

Dr Park nods, still seeming a little unconvinced. “Alright. You should rest, though. Dr Choi - the ER isn’t going to run itself.”

Sensing her cue, Nari stands up, her hand brushing Seokjin’s. “Of course. Take care,” she says softly to him before walking past her boss and out of the hospital room.

—

Nari doesn’t stop by again except later that night to inform him she’s going home and checking his vitals once more. Seokjin stays motionless while she presses the chest piece of her stethoscope once more to his torso, soft and familiar fingers brushing against his skin. The medication makes his heart race but he tries not to show it, and he doesn’t exhale until she leaves the room.

He is discharged the next day; a shiny black SUV takes him back to the dorm, where all the members have elected to stay until the tour ends. It’s both convenient yet mildly chaotic; the only time any of them go back to their own apartments is when Dilara is in town, or if Jimin is to meet Sooah, or if Jungkook is entertaining one of his casual lady friends.

As it so happens, the only person in the house when Seokjin returns is Min Yoongi, eating a bowl of cereal at four pm in front of the television.

“Hey, you’re back,” he says unnecessarily. “When did - wait, why didn’t you tell any of us when you were coming back? We could’ve picked you up.”

Seokjin waves his hand dismissively. “Not necessary. Everyone has enough going on.” He takes a seat next to Yoongi on the sofa and sighs, gratefully accepting the bowl of cereal and taking a large bite of choco flakes and cold milk. “Oh, God, that’s good,” he murmurs, closing his eyes.

“I can get you a bowl,” offers Yoongi, heading to the kitchen when Seokjin nods. He brings back a plate with a bowl of cereal on it, along with toast and blueberry jam. “I know it’s carbs but you were sick - you need your energy.”

“Yeah, I don’t care about carbs right now,” agrees Seokjin, eagerly taking the plate and going straight for the toast, not emerging until he finishes an entire slice. “Jesus. It feels like I haven’t eaten in days.”

Yoongi nods, patting him on the shoulder. “Good. How are you feeling now?”

“Much better. Yesterday was a bit shit but I woke up feeling pretty okay. Nari’s convinced it was the rest and fluids but I think it was the super comfortable hospital bed and jelly cups that did the trick.”

“You met Nari?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows. “How, uh, how is she?” he asks, sounding a bit guilty.

Seokjin is sure he’s recalling the disastrous not-date that occurred at the restaurant opening a week ago, but says nothing. Nari’s transparent embarrassment from that night doesn’t need to become public knowledge. 

“She’s okay. It was kind of weird seeing her in work mode, but - but it was good,” he replies, realising as he says it, that for the first time in a long time, it actually was good. Maybe it was the fact that he was sick or that he hadn’t actually seen her smile at him in forever, but it was the closest he’d felt to her in months.

Kimbap. And maybe - just maybe - he wasn’t alone in it. 

“Why are you smiling?”

“What?” Seokjin stares at his remaining cereal. “I’m -” About to deny it, he stops. “Okay, I need to get something off my chest.”

“Okay.” Yoongi mutes the television.

“I -” He takes a deep breath, not really sure where to begin. “Um… after the restaurant opening, when Nari was leaving…” He swallows, feeling his stomach squirm the same it has the entirety of the last week, every single time he thought about her and that night. “I think… Nari might have feelings for me.”

There’s a few moments of silence. When Yoongi doesn’t answer, Seokjin turns to him to see him looking back expectantly. “And?” he asks in a hushed voice.

“Well…” Seokjin frowns.

Yoongi squints. “Please don’t tell me that’s news to you.”

Seokjin opens his mouth then closes it, knowing he’s been caught. “It’s not… news,” he admits. “But it’s confirmation. I didn’t think it was likely, not after the pregnancy scare and with that Jason guy… but I did wonder. Maybe,” he finishes, shrugging tiredly. “Kind of felt wrong to speculate once I got together with Seulgi,” he mutters.

“Does Seulgi know? Wait - what actually happened?” Yoongi asks instead.

“Nothing happened,” he clarifies immediately. “Not like that.” But it could have. Another second and I might have. “But… I mean, I would be deliberately obtuse if I didn’t see it now, right?”

Although it doesn’t answer his question, Yoongi tactfully doesn’t repeat it. “But you said everything was good with her yesterday?”

“That’s just it.” Seokjin pounces on what’s been going through his head for the last twenty-four hours. “It’s been a nightmare for almost a year and then suddenly it’s… we’re back to normal. Kind of.” He shakes his head. “I kept thinking it might have made it worse, having it out in the open. But it isn’t. It’s like a switch flipped.” I got my best friend back, he thinks, and a part of his heart soars.

“What does Seulgi think?” When Seokjin doesn’t answer, Yoongi sits back on the couch, still observing his friend. “Does she know about this new development at all?”

“It’s complicated,” he mutters. “I don’t even know what this development is.” He catches Yoongi’s knowing look. “I’m serious. It was, like, fifteen minutes in total and it was… normal. If anything, the last few months were a development. This is the default.”

Seokjin is mildly aware he’s rambling now, especially when Yoongi conspicuously utters nothing. It’s just as well; he’s run out of ways to explain the situation. There are no appropriate words to describe the wave of emotions he’d experienced since last week, beginning with shock and solace that Nari was finally communicating with him, stress and fear that this may just have pushed her away for good, and a numbing relief when she’d shown up yesterday. 

He wishes he’d hugged her. He wishes she’d stayed longer, or that stupid Dr Park hadn’t told her to leave. He wishes he knew what she was going through last week, if she was truly as relaxed as she seemed, if her confession really had been as cathartic for her to make as it had been for him to hear.

“Do you think you can travel tomorrow?” Yoongi asks, breaking the silence.

“What? Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Seokjin shifts on the sofa, running a hand over his face. “It should be fine.” 

Tomorrow. It seems too soon now, now that there’s so much to leave behind in Seoul. She was happy. It was, at the crux of it, the detail that sticks in his mind. He imagines the weight off her chest, imagines her expecting something from him, imagines telling her what she wants to hear. It could get complicated, for certain, but the thought of it doesn’t tire him the way it used to.

“Hey, you know what?” Seokjin asks, a thought suddenly occurring to him. “That night, when Nari was leaving the party, she said you were… kissing someone?”

Yoongi goes very still. “She told you about that?” he asks, and there’s a bite to his tone.

“Well… she was upset,” he says hastily. “I don’t think she knew it was a secret… is it a secret?” he asks hesitantly, not wanting to overstep.

Yoongi is silent for a moment longer. “There’s nothing to tell, honestly,” he mutters, and that’s enough to indicate that the topic is closed.

Later that evening, as he drives to the Big Hit building, Yoongi finds himself regretting being so abrupt with Seokjin.

But there is nothing to tell. He didn’t lie. There has been virtually no contact with Miso since that night, and he hasn’t been able to come up with a single appropriate way to begin conversation. Hey, I just want to skirt around the awkwardness of kissing you in a coat closet right after you admitted your psychotic mother has a habit of stealing men from you, so how’s it going? I miss you.

It was variations of this until Yoongi gave up, choosing to give her space and time to process everything and let the ball be in her court for once.

Even when he reaches the floor, he makes sure to only wave at her while she’s standing with Donghyuk and a couple of other people before ducking into his own studio. He stays there for a while, distractedly flipping through his files and trying to remember why exactly he’d come in today at all.

After a few minutes, he decides he needs a cigarette, taking the elevator to the terrace and stepping out into the pleasant evening air.

He lights his first cigarette and takes a deep drag, closing his eyes when the door creaks open behind him.

“They don’t let you smoke on tour?”

Yoongi doesn’t move. “They’d probably have a heart attack if I did. Although my make-up artist joins me for a secret one once in a while.”

“Clandestine smoke breaks feel different,” she agrees, slipping out her own pack and placing a cigarette between her lips. Yoongi reaches forward and lights it for her, and her eyes look brown in the brightness of the flame.

Miso breathes it in and lets the smoke out without flinching. “Didn’t think I’d see you back so soon.”

“You didn’t?”

“Yeah… weren’t you in Europe or something this week?” She frowns. “The flying must be playing havoc with your system.”

She means the tour. Yoongi nods a little belatedly. “I guess. I’m used to it. I sleep when I can. How are you?” he ask after a moment.

“Same as always.” Miso takes another drag before giving him a side glance. “Also… I just want to move on from the whole… weirdness of our - of us, you know, kissing in the aftermath of my whole word vomit about my demented mother going after men far too young for her.” She exhales, having said everything in one breath.

Yoongi stares at her, blinking wordlessly before he realises she’s expecting a response from him. “Oh, hey… don’t worry. No weirdness whatsoever.”

She gives him a small smile and leans back against the railing he’s looking over, the city of Seoul lit up under them. Their shoulders brush and Yoongi tries to grasp at anything to keep the conversation going. “Um, so… how are things with - with you and your mom?”

Miso frowns slightly, as though she hadn’t expected this question. “As good as they’ll ever be? We’ve successfully ignored each other all week,” she explains, half-chuckling. 

Yoongi doesn’t know whether to laugh or cringe; it’s not a common cue to take, so he simply nods. She seems a bit jittery; the last time he’d seen her like this, it was almost a year ago at her house, the first glimpse he’d gotten a peek into her life. He’s about to reach for her hand which is holding the cigarette and tapping absently at the railing, but at that moment she raises her hand to take another drag.

“Anyway, I, uh…” She clears her throat and taps the cigarette, ash falling on the ground, “I’m just glad we didn’t… I mean, you don’t have to feel like… God, it was a weird night,” she sighs awkwardly. “But it doesn’t have to… go anywhere. We can just go back to normal.”

Unlike her, Yoongi doesn’t look away. “Truth be told, I’m not really sure what normal is with us.”

Looking at the ground, Miso half-chuckles again, without humour. She’s wearing full sleeves again, despite a mostly warm day. Beige sleeves and a dark t-shirt on top; her skin looked white against it, like porcelain.

“I know,” she admits, flicking ash again. “But I’m just saying, it doesn’t have to be… anything different. Whatever normal is.” She shrugs and when Yoongi doesn’t respond, she looks up. “I’m just saying… it was a long night. I was on edge, surrounded by my mother and her friends and you… and everyone was hungry because they took forever to serve dinner…” She exhales, and grey smoke comes out of her nostrils. “Nothing… really happened.”

Yoongi stares at her, his face making no movement whatsoever for he finally feels as though she’s reaching the point. “What?”

Miso gazes at him, pursing her lips. It feels as though she’s reading him, trying to gauge what his question is referring to. She takes a last, deep drag and finishes her cigarette. “This is a good thing, Yoongi,” she says at last, stamping out the butt. “You got a look into the shitshow and… you’re getting out ahead.” She gives him a small, forced smile. “You’re off the hook,” she says in English, the unfamiliar accent jarring. 

She moves to leave while Yoongi stays frozen to the spot, his stomach sinking slowly. Then, as though jerked out of a trance, he extinguishes his cigarette against a metal pipe on the side and drops the butt, turning around and catching up to her in a few steps. 

“I’m off the hook?” he repeats, voice low and sticking to Korean.

She doesn’t look too surprised that he’s stopped her, but her forced nonchalance wobbles slightly. “Well, the proverbial hook.”

“Yeah? What hook is that?”

“The hook that pegged you to kiss me in a coat closet after I… dumped my mommy-trauma on you.” She shakes her head. “There was a lot going on and I don’t… I’m not expecting anything from you. Not for that.”

Yoongi bites his lip. “So… I’m off the hook for the spur-of-the-moment kiss we shared after I assured you that you can trust me.”

Miso’s eyes flicker momentarily but she reverts to her blasé expression instantly. “The words sound like you get me, but your tone is throwing me off,” she says wryly.

He takes a step closer to her. “You are,” he mutters tightly, his hand clenching into a fist, “the single most uniquely frustrating person I have ever met.”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting annoyed with me,” she replies, but Yoongi doesn’t believe her, scoffing and turning away. “You want this, believe me.” When he doesn’t answer, she folds her arms across her chest. “I’ve told you a dozen times not to get involved. I don’t know why you’re still trying to.”

“You know, I’m starting to wonder the same thing myself,” he snaps, walking past her and out of the terrace. He catches a glimpse of her just as the elevator doors close and he bristles; there’s no doubt, guilt or anger on her face. It’s an expression he’s seen numerous times before, annoying him more each time: the one of being proven right.

—

Donghyuk [21:15] Going out with some of the prods in a bit. Drinks on BH. You in?

Yoongi [21:16] Don’t think so. Too much to get done.

Donghyuk [21:16] Sure? Kim Namjoon’s coming too. Probably.

Yoongi [21:17] You asked him?

Donghyuk [21:17] Not yet.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, although Namjoon might just agree to go. Anything to get his mind off his girl.

Yoongi [21:18] Raincheck. In the zone right now.

Donghyuk replies with an irrelevant emoji but doesn’t push. Yoongi locks his phone and stares at the wide screens in front of him. A part of him had planned to return to the dorm tonight to give Seokjin some company; something about how deep in thought the older member had been earlier today was throwing Yoongi off. Seokjin didn’t divulge much, but Yoongi had a feeling he might want to just this once.

There’s also the added bonus of a hot meal most likely awaiting him at the dorm, for when Seokjin was stressed, he tended to cook.

Yoongi [21:25] Hyung. Need me to pick up anything for dinner?

Seokjin [21:27] Not for me. I’m probably going out.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at this unexpected response, his stomach rumbling sadly. But he ignores it, reaching for his half empty pack of cigarettes and debating another smoke break, when his studio door opens without permission and he turns, his heart skipping an automatic beat.

Miso pokes her head in, expressionless. “Donghyuk’s leaving. He asked me to check if you want to schedule the demo with that rookie girl group tomorrow at noon.”

Yoongi turns back around. “Sure. Anything else?”

She hesitates. “That Chinese place you recommended sucks, by the way. Their portion sizes are deceptively huge and now I’m stuck with enough Kung Pao chicken to feed a small army,” she states in mild exasperation before leaving.

The door swings shut behind her. Yoongi scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. Uniquely frustrating. Everything had to be an argument, and every argument had to be won by her, even if it was about an excess of Kung Pao chicken.

He checks his pack to see about half a dozen cigarettes left, when something clicks. He pauses and, on cue, his stomach rumbles again.

Grabbing his phone and the smokes, Yoongi stands up and heads out of his studio, making a beeline down the corridor for Donghyuk's. He can smell the food even before he pushes the door open.

Miso looks up when he enters, not looking entirely surprised, but - he notes with caution - her shoulders relax as though in relief. Four boxes of food are on the console table in front of her while she unpacks the chopsticks. As he takes a seat next to her mutely, she unpacks the last items in the bag: two cans of lemonade. She slides one over to him and he catches it.

“Thanks.”

She nods, handing him a pair of chopsticks. “I’ve heard the food’s not bad.”

“So have I. I didn’t know about the lemonade on their menu, though.” He takes a sip and swallows it slowly, wincing slightly at the tartness. “Not bad.”

Miso, her can unopened in front of her, observes him thoughtfully before bending over the other side of her chair and retrieving two cans of Budweiser Premium. She offers one to him, eyebrows raised.

“Are we allowed alcohol in here?” he asks mildly, taking the can anyway. 

“No idea.”

“Not afraid of getting caught?”

She hitches one leg on the edge of her chair and pops her can open, taking a long sip. “What are they going to do? Fire me?” 

Nope. Not daddy’s nepo princess.

A year ago, Yoongi would’ve said it out loud. The arrogance of her statement would have struck him in his very core, except now he can only detect apathy in it. What’s the worst they can do? Fire me?

He opens his own can and takes a sip, the cold beer feeling incredible in his chest. “God, I feel healed.”

The corner of her mouth lifts and she reaches over, and they clink their cans together. “Cheers.”

As they eat, Yoongi finds himself more confused than ever. Not only did Miso, in her own twisted way, offer an olive branch and buy him dinner, but for the first time since he’s known her, she is initiating conversation.

“Are you allowed to drink on tour?” she asks him, curiously scooping some noodles into her paper bowl.

“Only as long as we’re not seen. And as long as it doesn’t make us put on weight or bloat or break out…” He shrugs. “So… no. Not really.”

“Is the company afraid your fans will get scandalized if they see you, an adult man, consuming alcohol?”

He cracks a smile. “Something like that.”

“Damn. How do you smoke?”

“I don’t, as much. I wait to come home and do it in peace.”

She grins and his heart catches. “Yeah? Dreaming about the Big Hit terrace while sailing around the world?”

“You have no idea. Sometimes I wake up smelling instant coffee and cornflakes.”

“A man so loyal to his work,” she says dryly, chuckling when he waves a hand in mock-embarrassment. “Big Hit is so lucky to have you.”

“They make me do a lot more dancing than I ever signed up for, so… you know what? They kind of are,” he agrees, smiling when she laughs. “Damn, this is good beer.”

Without being asked, she hands him another one, and their fingers brush on the cold can. Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second before Miso lets go and leans back, busying herself with something else. Yoongi glances at her as he absently bites down on a mushroom, wanting to bring up their earlier encounter today, last week and all the preceding weeks - but it’s not a good idea. Not during this precarious time of… he isn’t even sure what to call it.

“How come you didn’t go out with Donghyuk and the guys?”

“Work,” he answers simply. “How come you didn’t?”

“Work, I guess. And I had all this food to finish,” she reminds him, gesturing to the half a dozen boxes on the table. “You’re only back for a couple days, though. How come you don’t want to, you know…” She does an awkward wave with her shoulders. “... party?”

Yoongi stifles a chuckle. “Someone had to help you finish all this food. Apparently it’s my fault there’s so much of it.”

“It is. But the food is actually quite… not bad,” she adds generously. “How’d you know about this place?”

“Oh, I, uh… I used to deliver for them,” he confesses, nodding when she raises her eyebrows in surprise. “It’s been a few years, but… there was this one apartment over in Hongdae that ordered in from there almost every single day. A couple of roommates, fresh out of college, I think,” he recalls. “I asked them once about it and they said they worked long hours and ordering in from here was what kept them going.”

“Wow.” Miso is quiet for a moment. “So you started eating from here, too?”

“Once I could afford it, yeah.” He catches her eye but she lowers her eyes, almost as if ashamed. “The shrimp fried rice is the best thing on the menu, though.”

She nods, glancing up at him. “Noted. For next time.”

Yoongi’s heart soars unexpectedly before his mind forces their disagreement on the terrace to the forefront of his mind.

“I didn’t know you delivered food,” she says after a moment. 

“Mhm. It’s also when I learned to pick a lock, because these kids in one of the Gangnam neighbourhoods would lock people’s bicycles for fun,” he tells her, rolling his eyes. 

“What? Why?”

“Who knows.” He tosses his empty bowl on the table and stretches back in his chair. “Dumb, rich kids with nothing better to do,” he mutters, looking up at the ceiling. When he glances back down at her, it’s to see her quietly cleaning up, her hair covering the side of her face.

Yoongi starts to say something but thinks the better of it, instead helping her clear the table.

“Tell me something about you,” he says a little while later, as they share a single serving of chocolate mousse. “Not your parents or your… driver or whoever. You.”

Miso raises her eyebrows, looking a little startled at the question; it’s clear that it’s not something she gets asked too often.

“I don’t know. I’m really not that interesting.”

He gives her a look. “I told you about being a delivery boy. Interesting isn’t the criteria here.”

“Fine.” She purses her lips and frowns, apparently thinking. “Okay, I have one. Ready?”

“On the edge of my seat.”

A smile flits across her face. “Okay… I’m red-green colourblind.” She shrugs hugely, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Huh. Really?” Yoongi wasn’t expecting that. “So, can you…”

“I can,” she confirms. “I wear contact lenses so I can pretty much see everything normally. But, yeah. That’s something about me.”

“Have you - sorry, this might be a stupid question -“ He raises a hand and she waves her own, permitting him to ask. “Have you always had it?”

“Pretty much, yeah. It’s genetic,” she adds. “My mother used to take me to the optometrist in secret, as if she was afraid that my father would explode at a reminder of a weakness,” she explains, rolling her eyes. “Actually, that seems pretty on brand for him.”

Yoongi frowns. “But if it’s genetic…”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have it,” she confirms. “Neither does my mother, which means she’s a carrier.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not something we talk about. Ever.”

She says it in a matter-of-fact way, as though it’s the most understandable thing in the world for her own issues to take a backseat to her egocentric father’s insecurities. 

Yoongi lets out a low whistle. “So it’s your little secret?”

“Kind of. Strange to think about,” she agrees. She is quiet for a moment. “She really did seem to care that I had the best possible doctors and specialists and whatnot.” She shudders. “It’s like a fever dream.”

He doesn’t know how to react to this so he follows her cue and returns her wry smile. “I saw a picture of you as a kid at your house. You were a cute kid.”

Miso narrows her eyes at him. “Uh-huh. Where are you going with this?”

“Nothing. Just picturing you holding your mother’s hand, going to the optometrist.” He grins when she rolls her eyes. “You did say she took you in secret.”

“Well, she and Seungkwan,” she amends. “Not that we ever discussed it with him but I’m pretty sure he guessed.”

This is news. Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? And he never told your father?”

A faint smile appears on Miso’s face. “It’s a dangerous thing to be that loyal to my father. Some things are better left ignored.”

He senses something else in her words, but doesn’t ask. He remembers her driver vaguely; somehow, he appears everywhere she is, whenever she needs him. 

“Well, I can keep your secret,” he promises her, leaving the last bite of the mousse and handing it to her.

Her smile widens as she takes it from him. “I know,” she says. “I trust you.”

Yoongi holds her gaze for a moment. “Are you sure?”

Miso’s smile fades. “Yoongi…” She trails off when he drops his head, suddenly tired. She begins again. “You know, you’re the only person in the world who’s ever apologised to me,” she tells him. 

She waits until he meets her eyes again, and he’s slightly startled at how sorry she looks. He struggles for a moment to recall what she’s talking about, the memories of the aftermath of the launch party crawling to the forefront of his mind.

“That isn’t -“

“I’m just saying… It seems okay now. Now,” she repeats. “But you really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m not talking about my parents,” she says quickly when he opens his mouth. “I’m saying…” She sighs. “Yoongi, I don’t think I can give you what you want. I don’t know how.”

Yoongi says nothing; his throat feels stuck and he worries that if he speaks, his voice might break. It doesn’t feel like a rejection, but he also can’t find a way to respond. Once again, she’s won the argument. 

They leave soon after that, once they clean up in silence and Yoongi takes out the trash while Miso closes down Donghyuk’s studio. He walks her to the elevator, both of them walking beside each other with just enough distance between them to not touch.

I don’t know how. It bothers him more than he’d like to admit, and he can’t tell if it’s because of her fucked up parents or her general tendency to keep a distance that she believes she’s incapable of genuine human connection. 

When they reach the elevator and she reaches up to press the button, his eyes fall on her wrist and he wants, once again, to grab it and push her sleeve up her forearm. The bruise he’d seen all those months ago feels like a siren he’d ignored; it makes him sick to think about another potential one on her wrist right now.

The doors open, Miso glances at him hesitantly. “I don’t know about you… but I actually had a good time tonight.” She nods once. “Thanks, Yoongi.”

He slips his hands in his pockets and shrugs. “Thanks for what?”

“You know…” She steps in between the doors to stop them from closing and turns to face him. “Helping me out… with the Kung Pao chicken and everything,” she finishes, her mouth lifting up at the corners. By the way she bites her lip, he knows his own face is betraying at least a hint of humour. Or maybe it’s exasperation, or annoyance, or infatuation, or everything at once.

“Your driver… Seungkwan?” He waits for her to nod. “He’s here?”

“Downstairs,” she confirms.

Take care. Call me if you need anything. Call me if you don’t need anything, too.

“See you around, Miso.” He waves mechanically and it immediately feels ridiculous.

She frowns curiously but mimics his awkward wave. “Bye.” She takes a step back into the elevator and presses the button, and he takes a similar step further back. She gives him a small smile as the doors start to close.

Yoongi starts to walk back towards his studio, noting the elevator only in his peripheral vision. As he leaves, the image of her on the terrace comes back to him; through another set of closing elevator doors, her look of mild satisfaction, almost expectant.

It only takes a fraction of a second; Yoongi turns on the spot and hurries back to the elevator, slipping through just before the doors close fully.

“Whoa.” Miso jerks back slightly, but doesn’t look annoyed “What are you doing?” she asks as he steps towards her.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kiss you again,” he assures her dryly, ignoring the look she gives him and reaching over to wrap her in a hug. He waits a moment, and then two, and then relaxes when he feels her arms go stiffly around his waist.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She smells of lilies and cigarette smoke. “But you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m not going anywhere,” he promises her, closing his eyes and meaning every word of it.

It takes another moment but she tightens her arms around him. Her fingertips brush his shoulders and - he hopes he’s not imagining this - he feels her smile against his collarbone. 

They step away from each other a few seconds later when the doors start to open. There’s a tinge of pink on her cheeks he’s never seen before. She hitches her bag on her shoulders as she exits.

“Don’t be such a sap, Min Suga.” But the blush says differently, as does the small smile she visibly struggles and fails to hide. 

Yoongi grins at her, wide and gummy, feeling lighter and taller all at once. He’s made a decision, and now she’s in on it, too.

—

It’s almost close to dinner time, but for once Seokjin isn’t hungry.

His phone stares at him from where he’d tossed it on the futon a few minutes ago, the screen painfully dark. He was trying to spare himself the temptation of checking it every second, but this isn’t any better.

After staring at it for a few more seconds, he reaches for it and replays the voicemail he’d sent to Nari over an hour ago.

“Hey. It’s me. Seokjin. Er, Kim Seokjin. I got discharged and I’m home. I hydrated, too, like you said. Still am, in fact. You may have been onto something, Dr Choi. Anyway… thanks for coming yesterday. It really meant a lot and I’m… God, I can’t tell you how good it was to hang out with you again. I didn’t realise how much I’d missed it. And… I do want to talk about last week. I know things have been really weird with us for a while but I don’t want them to be anymore. I’ve been thinking a lot this last week - I can’t help it, I’ve tried to stop, believe me. I’ve been way too afraid to lose you as a friend. I’d be lost without you, Nari. But… I may have been overcompensating on that front. I don’t know where this leaves us, but I want to figure it out. With you. Not in my own head, the way I’ve been doing it this whole time. I’m flying out tomorrow, but do you think we could talk tonight? Coincidentally, I have everything needed to whip up jajjangmyeon, too. Just throwing that in there. Let me know. Oh, this Seokjin.”

There’s a click to signal the end of the message, but Seokjin’s stomach churns more than ever, though not necessarily in a bad way. He’s officially entered the ring, albeit to do what, he isn’t completely sure. All he knows is that there’s no ignoring this anymore, the uncomfortable distance with Nari, the subtle hostility between her and Seulgi, the distaste with which he thinks of Kang Jason at the oddest times.

Nari hasn’t replied or called him back yet, but he tries not to stress about it. Most likely, she’s in surgery, or the ER, or even catching up on sleep in an on-call room. He’s determined to stay up all night, though; he can sleep on the flight tomorrow.

Automatically, his eyes fall to the last message he’d sent to Seulgi. Hey. I was hoping we could talk. Call me when you’re free?

She had replied a little while ago. Sure. Everything okay?

Seokjin didn’t have a response to that, so he’d sent her a skull emoji instead, hoping that would do the trick.

He wishes he wasn’t touring right now. There’s a better way to do this: with Seulgi, in person, thorough and rational - and then with Nari, slow and gentle, giving her space and control. 

But he has one day - no, one night - before he leaves once more for weeks, with all three of them left to stew in their own thoughts for that time. Sure, he can call - but calls can be ignored. So can messages, and voicemails, and then before he knows it, he’s back in Seoul, tired and jet lagged only to find out that the situation has progressed, leaving him completely out of the loop.

After considering it for a minute, he picks up the phone and calls Seulgi. Fortunately, she picks it up on the second ring.

“Hey,” she says, panting slightly. “I went out for a run; I was just about to call you. What’s up?”

“Um -“ He bites his lip. “Not - not much. How are you? How are your folks?”

“They’re good. Mum’s asking when she can meet you but I deflected that,” she adds, but there’s a knowing lilt to her voice. “You have enough going on right now.”

Do I ever. “I appreciate that. I just wanted to talk before I fly out tomorrow.”

She sighs. “I’m sorry. I really wish I could’ve been there. You barely get any time off as it is and even when you do, I’m not in town.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He picks at a loose thread on the corner of the sofa. “You don’t have to accommodate your family plans around my crazy schedule. And I’ll be back again soon.”

“Can’t wait.” She pauses. “What did you want to talk to me about?” she asks, apparently done with small talk. “You seemed serious.”

It’s not serious, he’s about to say, but stops himself. “It’s… it’s about Nari. We kind of… ran into each other.”

There’s another pause, a longer one this time. “Okay. When?”

“Yesterday, when she visited me at the hospital. I wasn’t expecting -“

“You were in the hospital?” She interrupts him, tone suddenly anxious.

He freezes. “Yeah, but it - it wasn’t serious. I was dehydrated, that’s all. I don’t even know why they took me to the hospital, honestly. I’m back home now.”

Her next response is instant. “But Nari knew?”

“I - only because it was her hospital. And I didn’t tell her - she found out.” He waits for her to respond. “Seulgi, it wasn’t a big deal. You weren’t here - I didn’t want to worry you. I’m perfectly fine, really.”

There’s another pause and then she sighs deeply. “Okay. Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

Oh, boy. “Kind of. Well, no. I…” He sighs. “God, I really wish we were doing this in person,” he mutters.

“Wait. Are you -“ She scoffs, but it breaks slightly. “Are you breaking up with me? Over the phone?”

“No! No, I’m not. Look, I think I need to talk to Nari,” he says quickly before he loses his nerve. “It’s been a long time and I… I really need to know what’s going on. But I want you to know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” Where do I start? “I mean, you know what it’s been like. But it’s just been too long - and I think she might be ready to talk to me, too. I have to try and fix it with her… I hope you understand why, Seulgi,” he adds, meaning it and already feeling horrendous.

“But I thought she was mad at you.” Seulgi is calm - too calm, and it’s worrying. “Or something. What’s changed?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know.” It’s not a complete lie. I think she might have feelings for me based on a moment we shared a week ago, where neither of us actually spoke. Not only did it sound insane, it didn’t actually clarify anything. There was no point bringing it up when he wasn’t sure of it either.

“So…” She takes a deep breath on the other end. “Let me get this straight. She’s been evasive and distant and - let’s face it - sort of pissed at you. And then something changed… and suddenly she’s nursing you back to health during a hospital visit that I’m finding out about now.”

Seokjin closes his eyes. “I know it sounds bad,” he murmurs. “And I know it’s my fault it’s so messed up. I don’t… If I think back, I don’t know where I went wrong, but I’m sure I did something. You know?” He bites his lip, suddenly glad he’s flying out tomorrow, far away from his girlfriend and his best friend where he can’t hurt them anymore. “I don’t want to be unfair to you,” he admits.

“Why do you think you are?” she asks quietly.

“I don’t know…” He runs a hand down his face tiredly. “There’s a lot of history there and baggage and stuff…” There's no telling what we’ll find.

“You know what I think, Seokjin?” she says after a few moments. “I think you’re not fully sure of what you want. Or you are,” she guesses, “and you just don’t want to admit it because if you do and you don’t get it, you’re afraid it’ll devastate you.”

Seokjin swallows. His vision blurs without warning and he blinks rapidly, a distinct memory threatening to surface, of hope being crushed in his chest, a life he’d dared to imagine disappearing before he’d even fully wrapped his head around it. He’d repressed it as best as he could, figuring there was no one to blame but himself for this lapse in judgement, but it had inadvertently set actions in motion that he will regret for a long time. 

He’s taking too long to respond, he realises, but he’s afraid to speak. It might all boil down to that one night and the thought of what it meant - of what it might still mean - is too overwhelming to think about. 

“I’m glad you don’t want to be unfair to me,” she states, and there’s finally a bite to her tone. “So call me when you figure it out.” She hangs up.

Seokjin stays frozen for a minute before he sighs, tossing his phone back on the sofa and dropping his head in his hands. Suddenly, everything about his relationship with Seulgi feels tainted, now that his mind is involuntarily tracing the timeline of events back to the day he met her, and then ran into her again. She was lovely and calm and straightforward and put together - and he was so tired.

He needs to talk to Nari. He needs to. His mind is blocked and so is his heart, and it’s occurring to him now that it all comes to Nari. Everything comes down to Nari.

He’d been vague but he can’t imagine she would simply ignore his message, not unless she absolutely hated him. She didn’t, though, his brain reasoned. 

She’d visited him, actually talked with him, and she’d called him Kimbap. She would call. Even if she couldn’t meet him, she would call, or text. All he has to do is wait.

—

Nari takes off her lab coat and shakes her hair out, glad to be done with the day.

“See you tomorrow, Nari,” says one of her friends, a perky first year resident with the kind of confidence Nari could only dream of. “Say hi to your famous friend for me.” She winks and leaves.

Nari rolls her eyes but scoffs in humour. Somehow, the other residents in the surgical wing had caught wind of the fact that she knew the elusive celebrity idol that was admitted to the hospital yesterday and while she’d neither confirmed nor denied it, the story spread anyway.

“You’re in a good mood,” comments Hyeri, her friend, changing out of her scrubs at the locker next door. “What did you take and can I have some?”

Nari frowns curiously and laughs. “What are you talking about?”

“That. The laughing and the smiling and the… being nice to first years and interns.” Hyeri raises her eyebrows. “We haven’t had the mental capacity for that shit in years.” She raises her eyebrows. “Is it actually because of your famous friend? I mean -” She steps closer and lowers her voice. “We’re talking about Seokjin, right?”

“I - yeah. He was here,” admits Nari. “Nothing serious, though. He got discharged today.”

“Oh.” Hyeri sounds surprised at the admission. “That makes sense. You’re relieved.”

Yes… and no. She’s certainly glad Seokjin’s okay, but despite how selfish it makes her feel, she’s even gladder that for the first time in a long time, she was able to be herself around her best friend. It’s definitely relief - Hyeri isn’t wrong about that.

“I can’t believe we’re actually out early enough to have dinner,” remarks Hyeri as they head out of the locker room, out of scrubs and in normal clothes again. “I’m going to get in the tub with a glass of wine and fall asleep in there. Obviously I’m not serious,” she adds quickly, catching Nari’s eye.

“Hey, no judgement. Add some candles while you’re at it and it’ll look like a Madonna video.”

Hyeri chortles. “I’m out of wine, though. Can you send me the number to that liquor store? The one that delivers?”

Nari nods, fishing her phone out of her bag. “Shit. My phone’s dead. Daeun has it, though - she’s the one who sent it to me.”

“Okay, let me - oh, there she is!” Waving hurriedly, Hyeri jogs towards the entrance to catch up with Daeun, another of their resident class who’s leaving for the night as well.

Nari smiles as she watches her friend dash away, and catches herself. The laughing and the smiling and the being nice to interns. It’s not a mystery, the origin of this brand new version of herself. It took a long time and a lot of frustration and courage, but a week after the fact, she knows she’s at a place with Seokjin that she was only hoping she would eventually reach.

It’s a start, she tells herself. It’s a start and irrespective of what happens next, at least it’s a start. She’s lighter and she’s calmer - sometimes, there are moments where she feels freer, as though the invisible chain that kept her tethered to her suppressed feelings has been cut through with a chainsaw. 

She stops by the pharmacy in the lobby of the surgical wing to pick up some antiseptic for her first aid box. While the cashier rings up her purchase, she turns absently and spots Jason at the reception, still in scrubs and handing in a couple of patient charts. As he clicks his pen closed and tucks it in his pocket, he grins at something the nurse says and responds, making her laugh.

Grabbing her antiseptic, Nari walks over to him, smiling when he spots her.

“Hey.” He takes in her clothing? “Leaving already? I thought you were helping Dr Park with her trial research.”

Nari shrugs. “She gave me the night off.”

“Wow. Is she okay?”

“I’m not going to ask; I’m just taking the night,” she tells him. It’s a start. “What about you? Are you, uh, free tonight?”

Jason raises his eyebrows casually. “Uh, yeah. I have a couple of things to close out, but I can head out in a bit. Or I can meet you back at my apartment, too, if you want.”

“No, um…” She shakes her head and bites her lip. She hasn’t done this in… ever. “I meant, are you free… for a drink.”

He clearly notices the change in her tone. “A drink,” he repeats. “Just you and me. Like a…”

“M-hm.” Nari nods, but she doesn’t think he’ll say no. Familiarity builds over time, and Nari is suddenly seeing the world - and the people in it - in a newer light.

After a moment, Jason nods. “Absolutely. Just give me fifteen minutes?” He waits for her to nod as well and smiles, touching her elbow as he leaves.

She watches him go and her heart beats pleasantly fast with a small risk that’s paid off. She’s definitely lighter, brighter, calmer - and she can only route it back to the night of her confession to Seokjin. It felt like a start but maybe - just maybe - it was closure.

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Warming up to you ♡

Ghost x Reader; College!au fluff miniseries

Tags: VERY quick reads, far from canon Simon, fluff, strangers to lovers?!!!, college!au

PART: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

"Hey, why weren't you in class today? Did something happen?"

Sent 2:03pm

"Sorry I couldn't be in class, feeling sick today :/ I'll make up for it though, I promise"

Sent 2:10pm

"That's not the problem you should be worrying about right now. Do you have medicine or food?"

Sent 2:10pm

"Not much, but I'm making do with some water and a sandwich LOL"

Sent 2:16pm

"Hang tight, I'm on my way"

Sent 2:17pm

You furrow your brows at his last text message, not really understanding what he meant. You lived in an apartment building a few blocks away from your college but you didn't remember telling him that detail when you first met...

The assignment was coming to an end, and your early efforts with working on it were paying off since only some minor parts were left, it gave you some time to breathe in-between the work you were also juggling with other classes.

Thoughts of the assignment were quickly brushed away the moment you heard knocking on your door. "Coming..." Your voice was hoarse as you replied, trying your best to reach the door as quickly as possible.

"Jesus, you look rough" Simon scoffs upon seeing your messy hair and a thick blanket wrapped around your body. "You don't have to say it out loud... Come in" you shoot him a glare as you step aside, allowing him to enter your apartment with a small plastic bag in hand.

"How did you even know I live here... I don't think I've ever told you that information..." You squint at him, waiting for his answer. "You didn't tell me but you've certainly told your friends, I listen" his response was quick, almost like he knew you would ask that question.

"Okay... So what do you have in there?" You pointed to the plastic bag he set down on the coffee table, it looked heavy and you couldn't really figure out the silhouette of the items inside.

"I bought you medicine," he starts, pulling out the items one by one.

Cough medicine, pain killers, flu medicine

"And I bought you some real food, can't have you living off of a sandwich when you're sick" he takes the final item out, it was a meal pack, a good looking one at that.

"Oh, wow— you didn't have to do this..." You replied with a stifled cough as you covered your mouth, walking over to him. "Wanted to" he chuckled, looking over to you with concern in his eyes. He didn't need to say it out loud but you could feel he was worried about you.

You smiled, between the pain that was pulsing in your head and the dryness of your throat, you felt warm and tingly all over from Simon's gesture...

"Now let's get you to bed so you can rest up"

You were surprised at how caring he was being... But bits of his personality were really uncovered throughout the course of working on the assignment with him. A full month of working together and it really seemed like Simon was starting to get out of his shell, but only with you though.

He couldn't deny that you were really growing on him and he was starting to develop a soft spot for you.

You walked into your room, plopping down on the bed with a tired groan as you hugged your blanket close to you. Simon followed shortly after with a glass of water and a capsule in hand.

"Drink this before you lay down"

You nod and drink the medicine as he helped you drink the water, bringing the glass to your lips and tipping it slowly so you wouldn't have a hard time.

"Now move over—" he walked to the other end of your bed, starting to climb up on it. "What...?" You ask, a little dumbfounded as the bed creaked and dipped from his weight. "Move over, I'm gonna help you sleep" he replied ever so nonchalantly as he moved closer to you.

You blink at him, almost convinced he was joking, but his position on the bed said otherwise. "Come here, you need t'rest up" he was holding his arms out, a silent invitation for you to cuddle up to him.

You felt your face burn red as you slowly followed his instructions, laying your head down on the muscle of his arm as you faced his chest. "Y-you don't think this is too much, do you?" You look up at him, Simon could see the blush painted on your cheeks and it made his chest swell with a feeling he knew he was developing for you.

"No, do you?" He retorted, his arms slowly snaking around your back and pulling you closer to him, your chest now flush with his stomach and your head pressed against his chest. "Now shut up and sleep, can't have my partner bailing out on me 'cause of a cold" he closes his eyes but continues to rub your back in soothing circles, making you chuckle at the difference between his words and his actions.

"You'll catch my cold though..."

"I don't catch colds, now sleep"

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Can you do a short fic of CE and wife reader? like cute stuff, not sure a story line kind of thing but something cute pleasee!? i love the cute stuff.

Love your works!

Taking Care Of You Makes Me Happy- Husband! Chris Evans Wife! xreader fan fic request

Summary: Chris comes home after being away for a month and reader is sick and Chris takes care of them

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of being sick, mentions of feeling nauseous, mentions of a headache, comfort fluff, soft Chris, mentions of medicine, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

It’s hard when Chris is away so much but it’s especially hard when I get sick because all I wanna do is cuddle up next to my husband and rest but he did tell me last time we talked that he would be home soon thankfully. I sat up to take my temperature and while the thermometer was sitting in my mouth I had Dodger laying by me keeping me company. The thermometer beeped and I looked at what it said and I got a small fever and thankfully it wasn’t high but I still felt like shit so I started to lay down but then I heard the front door open and then close and I heard someone say “babe? I’m home early!” It was Chris, I sighed with relief and I got out of bed and I went out to greet my husband.

I ran to hug Chris and said “Chris I’m so glad you’re home! I missed you baby.” Chris pulled me close and kissed the top of my head and said “hey Y/N I missed you so much, I’m here now.” Chris kissed my forehead and said “hey honey, you’re warm are you ok??” He looked at me worried and I said “I’m not feeling too good today right now.. I had to call off work.” Chris rubbed my back and said “oh honey I’m sorry, why don’t we get you in bed and I’ll make you some soup hmm?” I smiled feeling shy and said “thank you baby that sounds good but aren’t you tired from traveling? I can make it?” Chris shook his head and said “no baby don’t you worry about that I wanna get you all better I can rest later, I’m more worried about my wife right now.”

Chris helped me get back in bed and kissed the top of my head and smiled at me and said “I’ll be right back with your soup and some water ok?” I smiled and said “alright Chris, oh hey babe?..” Chris turned around and said “yea honey? You ok??” I nodded and said “yea I’m ok I just missed you.” Chris came and sat by me hugging me and said “I missed you more honey I’m glad I came home early I didn’t wanna be away any longer, I’ll be right back I promise.” A few minutes later Chris came back in the room with a tray of soup and a cup of water and carefully put the tray by me and Chris came and sat down by me and Dodger and said “I made your favorite, chicken ramen soup and got you some water.” I smiled at him and said “thank you Chris you are so amazing to take care of me even after you traveled home and worked hard.” Chris put his arm around me and said “honey taking care of you makes me happy, I worry about you and wanna make sure my wife feels better I love you.” I hugged Chris and said “I love you more honey.”

Later I was eating my ramen soup and then I felt a bit nauseous after I finished it and I wimpered because my head was hurting from a headache and Chris noticed how I was feeling and said “oh honey here let’s get you some pain killers and make sure to drink your water ok? Gotta stay hydrated bubs.” I nodded and tried drinking water and it helped a bit and Chris got me two pills and I took the pain killers and a few minutes later I started feeling a bit better and I laid my head on Chris’s shoulder and Chris pulled me closer carefully and said “there you go Y/N just relax I’m here now try and rest I’ll be here when you wake up.” I closed my eyes and rested feeling relaxed now that my husband was finally home.

Hey lovey! Here ya go I hope you like it 😊💗💗💗xx

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Welcome to the estate of purple creatures!

002: The Dinner

"listen you ignorant lifeform of this vain you called a world. You have no say to this anymore. All you can do is give and do what I want-- in return I'll grant your wish."

A mad man laughs as he look down at him, he wasn't able to do anything as the big figure of the mad man grab hold of him like a doll and thrown him into the pit of hell.

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EARLIER THE DINNER DAY 4:AM

"No... no....LET ME BE PLEASE?!" Anxi wake up with a startle, sweating and with a fast heartbeat. He try to calm his nervous heart as he felt the felt fabric of the cover that's put over him. He look around nervously and realize his sleeping in the so called "room' of his but it's just a sofa and two doors, one connected to his world and the other is connected to the estate.

"It's just... A memory...." He shiver when he remembers that memory is nothing but nightmare everytime it come around every night before the day of the dinner.

"I don't want to go to the dinner...." Even how much experience he have with danger, war and many events back in his world. But it's a useless comparison compare to when he have to deal with that person, or the others that's did nothing but try to steal his things or simple scare him just being in the same room.

Besides... Those fellows who's connected to that previous guest... They will not like if they know he can read that person mind when they where here...' fear start to take over his mind, he unconscious start to bite his hand, trying to calm his self down from the pain he felt from the wounds he tend to make from under emotional break down.

"Master #18 Anxi. I have come to deliver your medicine." The door from the estate turn open and the android mecha peaks from the door, looking at him in the dark room.

[ #10 Stellar: ( creation) Mecha/Android]

"Greetings, good morning, good afternoon and good evening, master #18 Anxi..." Seeing that anxi nodded his head in his request of entrance. He come in with a slight bow and approach him with the medicine on his hand with water. "Your up quite early today." stellar added as he try to start a normal conversation between them.

".... Normally I would rather not." Anxi hugged his knees feeling weak and drain in the moment. He don't want to talk to anyone at the moment. Even it's a robot.

"Well, shall I leave you to take more needed sleep till the dinner?" The android notice the behavior of the other. Anxi nodded his head as he lay down back to his sofa, stellar bows one more time before he takes his leave.

When left in the dark room again, anxi stared at the ceiling door, many thoughts comes in his mind yet those thoughts are just thought. He doesn't notice he have fallen back to sleep to another memories.

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"Your dreams is quite big. No god or demon will ever grant it. Such an absurd thing to even dare to wish for! Such a foolish dream!" Says a mad man smiling at him as his cover from head to foot with red, blue and green blood and many meaty thing beside the ground he stood.

Smiling so widely, how sinister is it. It being nothing but chill in his heart.

"Fufu... Well, That's good that I'm no god or demon, that's quite understatement to the genius as I am!" Giggling innocently as he take a step closer to him.

"Oh pitiful soul, oh foolish counterfeit of who I am. Shall I grant your foolish dream? Through... You have to prove usefulness and loyalty to me...." Even through staring at the mad man is like seeing the devil version of him staring back at him, yet he is no devil as he is worse than those.

"... Will... You really grant it...?" He heard his own voice, full of despair and sadness.

"Of course! I will always keep my promise." The mad man smiles at him and offer him a hand. "Shake my hand and we shall have our deal be made in this wonderful day~" he added.

"... As long you'll grant my wish..." He can't do anything, his wish might be the only way. He can't bare to witness the fate of his friends, the people of his world. Reaching out he accepted the hands of the mad man. And no longer he can turn back.

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THE SAME DAY- 6:AM

Will he change anything?

He wonders as he open his eyes again, staring at the clock in the wall, he realize it's just been two hours since he last waken up. There's a knock in the door that's waken him from his sleep.

Seating up, he once again felt the coldness of the empty room. Unlike earlier where he felt he wake up in such nightmare. He don't feel that memory is a nightmare.... It's.... Terrible to be put in a way, a hope for him.

'i probably won't change anything...' not when there's many lives and things in line, he can't bare to lose and bare to lose them again. Standing up he went to open the door, the fluffy rug against his bare feet reminds him of home...

"What can I help you with.... " He open the door and saw no one, at least in the eye level.

"Huh.... " He look from side to side before he look down and saw the stuff toy of one of the tenant of the estate looking up to him, while holding a card board with the word [ can you help CC?] It look a him with unchanging face.

Anxi look around again and saw in the corner of the hallway, #20 Cherish Cutie is staring at him, peaking from the edge of the wall, before hiding again.

"On what?" He look down at the toy again, who flip the page the card board, to show another message. [ Find Big brother to help X. X is ill :((]

"Oh...I don't know where that person is. I doubt if you don't know where he is either, then if his not here. His probably out somewhere. Who knows till when." He spoken in a volume that cc would hear.

Anxi though about #16 X who's an alter of his with a terrible fate. It's something cruel to be even experience, yet he does know one thing... everyone here, suffer some level of hardship to be even in this place. to even try to make a deal with a devil like creature. Just like him. They want something that gods or demons can't grant.

Honestly... There's a god in this place. Even a god can reach such point where they ask favor from the likes of that [ person ]

"... Do you know who can help me then? Please... I don't know what to do, X have been sleeping for a long time... " He felt someone pulled his hand, he looks down to the other creation of that [ person ] begging him for help. How odd. How can he be of a help?

"I'm sorry... I don't know what to do in X situation at all.." all he knows is fight the war, yet even that time. He blacked out as he don't want to remember or count how many lives he ended, just to attain momentarily victory.

"I... Is that so.... *Sniff..." The homunculus starts to cry as he realize it's a hopeless case, he can't do anything. It always felt he can't do anything. His just a child. How can he be a use to his dear friend??? Can he be useless? Why can't days just be happy times where he plays everyday... ' CC thought hugging nui tightly, tears felt familiar as it always fall from his eyes when he felt hopeless, and useless.

"Ah... Please don't cry... Please don't cry...." Anxi felt bad as he went down to his knee to the eye level of CC, whipping the tears of the young Homunculus. he thought of the people and things in this estate.

"There's... Still somethings that can help you... And someone ..." He really can't handle seeing a child cry, even how the said child look like him. "R-really...?" CC look at him in surprise, with hope in his eyes.

"Hm.... " He wonders if he even should be telling this to this child. "One of them is Thief... His a genie. He can grant wishes. Through... I don't know the scoop of his possible things he can grant."

"Are you sure... His a genie...? All he did is steal stuff from everyone here." CC mumbles. He doesn't know about that troublesome purple that much to be even close to him to do that.

"Well, you still have that thing...."

"Huh..." CC is confuse what thing he talks about. He wonder if it's a stuff big brother made. '

"The thing that made from the void and anti matter."

"What... What is that???"

"... Ahmm... It's thing who want to kill the others being too close to the guest from last time."

".... Do you mean Yuro-nii... Why did you call Yuro-nii a thing..." Even through he refuse to acknowledge that inkling as a big brother since he is a creation of big brother as well and older than him and Stellar-chi... He is still a brother >.> ' CC thought as he look at Anxi who sudden realize something terrible.

"Ah... Oh no. Please don't call it--him that when your around it--him and Caps.... And don't tell it was me who said that...." He suddenly in a terrible panic attack as he realize he said a taboo that captain forbid others to know, especially those who don't know about the accident before.

CC: "What." (⁠･⁠o⁠･⁠;⁠)

Anxi: " [ Yuro ] have an ability that can rewrite someone Destiny... I don't know how it can rewrite it, but it's the most likely to help X... " (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠)

CC: " ... Is that even possible. Yuro-nii is not THAT cool to do that."

The little kid who seen yuro did nothing worth to be called that amazing, based on what Anxi spokes about him. Through he does remember yuro changing the whole dinning hall into a beautiful place before when the guest arrive in the estate but that's not that EXTRA. And if he was, why doesn't others use him to grant their [ wish ] then?

Anxi:"... A long time ago, there was some others who was here for the usual reasons, you weren't made yet that time... Asking a favor from your [big brother] ... At that time [ it ] was created. Those unfortunate [ purple ] creatures that's stumble upon this place with desire to do something unthinkable. Could be said... [ Lucky ] that [ it ] granted their wish. " Remember that event where that mad man introduce his new creation to everyone, everyone cannot trust him or it.

But one eventually did volunteer to be the [ test subject ] because he doesn't have anything to lost than he already have anyway. And to everyone disbelief his [ wish. ] Was granted. Yet before everyone can go to it, to do the same....

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A STORY OF LONGTIME AGO:

"What is this ..... audacity... " Captain arrived at the sign where it's being pulled apart by the desperate unfortunate souls. It can't even mainten it's humanoid form. Yet it's face is blank not until captain picks it up to his arm, removing the hopeless plea from others.

He remembers how captain is mad, no... he was 'furious' about the scene, it become even more livid when the words from one of the tenants is spoken out.

"Don't be selfish and give it to us to! It's our turn for it's magic!" An existence that no longer exist. That what become to the very person who spoke that the next moment as captain stared down at them.

The image of that person in Anxi memories is not even that vivid, that unfortunate soul is faceless when remembers.

"... Hmm. What's wrong, all your mouth seems to find it's mute button finally~" the mad man chuckle in the sideline, it seems that he plan to see such scene to begin with. Captain gaze at him. "Don't give me that look, I never told any of them to be crude while handling it."

"Shut your bloody mouth, don't call him an it. He have a name that's Yuro." Even through he don't speak that out loud to not scare [ it ] the Venum of his voice that's lace with loath at the idea of this mad man just did for his entertainment. To see him anger as entertainment. Just when he said: he don't want Anything to happen to [ Yuro ] as he call it.

*Crack.

Glasses breaks, metal binds, woods turn into two. Anxi felt the same feeling of a black hole forming yet it was just Captain. It's scary when he remembers IT WAS BECAUSE OF CAPTAIN.

he remembers the nerve-racking fear from the unknown when captain glare at others, who was forcefully put to kneel before him.

"The one you made deals with is not this child but this bas—" he pause when he remembers his holding a [ child ] " insolent swine...!" pointing at the mad man who only chuckle at the new nickname. "Only contemptible people will use a child for heartless gain..." He added.

" Don't touch and even dare say anything about this event to anyone, or else your existence is gone from everyone mind and memories... " He threaten the others before he kicks docs chair in the side to throw him off but the mad man just laugh as he land on the floor. He was greatly entertain.

"It seems that you guys wasted your time thinking of what if. Now my perfect creation can't help you. Oh well. This is greatly entertaining, I'll let you all have a slice of extra cakes this dinner night~" standing up like nothing happen through still giggling a big when he remembers how livid captain was, doc look at everyone and then to anxi wasn't included to the punishment.

"It's not fair others gets bad things happen to them, in this wonderful night. Shall I make it fair ? [ You will use it/it's when thinking and speaking about "Yuro" from now on]... And maybe gossip about em when someone ask ahaha~" It was a death sentence but anxi can't do anything when it's a demand from that person. "It's be a good sight if this happens again~ and it's all be your fault this time~ fufu." He smiles so wickedly.

"Don't worry you'll get [ hyperlink blocked] in return... Isn't it a fair deal?" Doc don't accept rejection. No one can deny him anyway. Anxi can only sigh and nodded.

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"Are you that old? You been out dozing off..." CC who notice that Anxi froze out and zone out like an old man. "Anxi stared at CC.

"I felt sick. I don't want to attend the meeting. " Anxi could already see the anger from Captain if he hears about him gossiping about Yuro. He quickly went onto his room and close it at CC face. Not wanting to deal with everyone again. He needs to write his last well, again.

The young Homunculus hugs his creation in wonder if what he hear is really the truth or not, before he decided to go look for Yuro.

Character profile #4

Purple creature: #18 Anxi

He is a galactic soldier of one of the leading country/galaxy in the war in the vast space. He acted quite different when his around other purple creature especially the likes of Doc, Yuro and Captain. He is full of anxiety and nervousness around those three, through mostly Doc and Captain.

He is an alien. His tears is golden and his blood is purple.

He is the owner of the whole planet where the estate stood. It's an award given to him by the higher commander as a [ hero ] of war who brought victory.

Abilities: his very good in driving mecha.

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Prompts List

Pick from this list of many prompts. To send in requests just click 🦝 Give me a number and a few details. Let's have fun with this prompts list!

"Your hair is so soft..."

"It's too cold! Come back!"

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed"

"C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working."

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention

"Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

"What? Does that feel good?"

"Just pretend to be my date."

"He/she did it." "No he/she did."

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

"No no - it's alright, come here."

"I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

"Look, I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

"If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

"I think I might be falling in love with you."

"Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day."

"It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger."

"Mmm... you're warm."

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this.."

"I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..."

"No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream okay? None of it was real."

"You know I'm/we're always here for you, right?"

"Please talk to me about it."

"You have something in your hair... um-do you want me to get it out?"

"I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.."

"I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you."

"I know I've kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please."

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"Wanna, like- I mean, it you're not busy... we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

"So I was driving past a pet store and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Shooting star. Make a wish."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Wow, you're hot."

"I want to marry you."

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"You're just not the same anymore.."

"It's midnight! Where the hell were you?"

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Why do you run away from your problem all the time?"

"You can't keep it all inside, you know?" Bottling it up won't do any good."

"Hey, I know you're hurting.. but, you're not alone, okay?"

"I hate you! I'm sorry it took me so damn long to realize that."

"You lost your chance."

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

You can'y just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset."

"calm down! You're scaring me!"

"Don't look at me like that."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I'm done trying to help you!"

"Sorry doesn't fix anything."

"You didn't call. You didn't text. Nothing."

"It isn't up for debate."

"I don't know what's wrong, okay? I'm just… really tired."

"I'm fine. Stop asking."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong, and don't try lying to me."

"I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine."

"Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!"

"Is this how little you think of me."

"I can't do this anymore… not with you."

"Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!"

"You said you'd always be ther efor me… so how did this happened? Why weren't you there?"

"Did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too?"

"I don't need help! I just want the pain to stop!"

"We can be friends instead."

"I tried to move on, but nobody is you."

"Do I look like I've moved on

"I don't remember a fight or a rason, so what happned? Why did we break up?"

"Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake."

"I can't take the loneliness anymore."

"I feel like everyone just forgot I exist."

"What are you talking about? You're married."

"Maybe I'm meant to be alone…"

"I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back."

"I've been alone for so long…"

"But you promised."

"Isn't this, like illegal?" "Probably."

"You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this." "No, i'm not drunk at all. You're just blurry."

"I have a feeling we should kiss." "Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?"

"yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier. "

"You're jealous, aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I can't beliece you dragged me into this."

" Bite me." "Eat me" "Kiss my ass."

"You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move."

"You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts. "

"You weren't supposed to laugh! I'm so embrassed."

"I vote today is a pajama day."

"You aren't supposed to laugh! I'm embarrassed."

"It's a real shame nodody asked for your opinion."

"There's been some real friction in our friend group lately. I sugget an orgy to save out friendship."

"I saw that, You just checked me out."

"Are you stupid or stupid?"

Posted on: 01/21/23

[quietplace26]

A Phoenix's Blessing au (3)

It's been a more than a few days now and KK still wasn't back yet...

Akito tried not to worry, but when he went into town the other day for some groceries, he heard from some passing traders that trouble was starting to stir again in the nearby kingdom. That there was calls for war again...

Hearing the news that war might be once again coming, the whole town was abuzz with terrified energy.

People were either getting ready by stocking up on suppies, getting weapons ready, or just flat out leaving town all together!

But all Akito could think about was KK. How the man promised he'd be back, and yet he wasn't back yet. Did the older man run into trouble?

And the gossip about the war around town didn't help his worries whatsoever. In fact it made Akito feel worse.

"I heard that many towns have already been struck and was burned down to the ground!"

"Oh, I heard they're rounding up men of all ages and forcing them to fight as soldiers!"

Akito shudders as he passed those gossiping and rushes home. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about KK being burned to ash or being forced to fight as unwilling soldier...

"KK's fine." Akito mutters as he puts all his groceries away. "He's-He's probably just having trouble getting my medicine!" He tries to tell himself this, tries to quell his worries, but then he thought of something.

Was it possible that maybe... KK wasn't coming back? That he left Akito on purpose. That he got tired of taking care of Akito, and slipped away with a simple lie of 'getting medicine'?

No, no, no! That's-That's not true! It couldn't be true! It couldn't...

More than a little stressed out, Akito walks outside and curls up on his porch swing, hoping that the cool night air would help him calm down.

After a moment of swinging back and forth, Akito whistles. When nothing happens or responds, he does it again and again, but still nothing occurs.

"Guess he isn't around today either..." Akito grumbles as he snuggled into his blanket.

Akito's bird friend, the same one he saved and was pretty sure not just some normal bird, had started coming around after KK left.

It would stop by early in the morning, usually after Akito got up and was making breakfest, and peck at the door till Akito opens it, letting the massive bird in.

It never made a mess so Akito didn't mind it being inside. It usually just waddles over to the small nest Akito created for it and settles down to watch the human.

Sometimes it would come baring gifts like small, colorful rocks. Some of which Akito was pretty sure were gemstones. Or pretty feathers that Akito started collecting.

But then it stopped showing up two days ago, making Akito worry that it finally got caught by a hunter...

Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard comes from somewhere in the forest. A few seconds later, something heavy and on fire crash lands in front of Akito cabin!

"What the hell?!" Akito jumps up from his porch swing and hops off his porch, darting over to the mysterious, on fire object.

He was only a few feet away when the firey thing begins moving. What appeared to be firey wings extends from the firey thing and a very familar cry was heard.

That sound-! That sounded like Akito's bird! This firey thing was Akito's bird?!

The firey wings flap violently, throwing off firey embers in all directions before the intense flames finally started dying out, leaving behind scorched ground and what looked like a human shaped body!

When the fire was completely gone, the figure moves and groans, sounding very much in pain.

Despite every instinct telling Akito to run back in his cabin and lock all his doors, he moves toward the figure cautiously.

Who, or whatever this thing was, it was hurt! And just Akito couldn't leave there! He had to help it!

Since it was so dark, it was hard to make out the figure's face, but when Akito crouched down beside it, he's shocked to hear this mysterious being speak his name, and in a very familar voice at that!

"...Akito?"

"K-KK?!"

A hand weakly reaches out to Akito and the younger man grabs it, holding it tightly as he stares at KK in disbelief.

"You- KK, how-?!" Akito could barely get any words out!

KK squeezes his hand as he tried pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Aki... This-This is real, right? I'm home?" KK sounded daze, confused.

"Y-Yes! You're home! This-This is real..." Akito carefully helped KK up off the ground and into his cabin where he got a good look at KK's state.

Dried blood was smeared across the older man's face and his clothes weren't much better! Blood covered and torned in random places, making it seemed like he was stabbed or slashed with a knife or sword!

"Akito... 'm so'ry..." KK slurred as Akito carried him over to their bed. "Didn't mean... to lie..." Akito just hushes him as he help the older man lay down. They... They could talk about this later.

For a moment Akito considers running to town and getting the local doctor, but KK grabs his hand and begs him not to go.

"'m fine! 'ust 'ive me a sec..." KK shakily reaches for his shirt and tugs it up. The wounds scatter across KK's skin suddenly light up in small fires, and to Akito's shock, the wounds slowly start to vanish!

After a few minutes, all of KK's wounds were gone and the older man slumps against the bed, clearly out of breath and very exhausted.

"...'m so'ry." KK mumbles again weakly as he got his breathing under control.

"It's... It's fine... Let's just get you out these bloody clothes, okay KK?"

After helping KK into some clean clothes, Akito settles down under the covers beside the now sleeping man (What was KK really?), and watches KK as he slept.

Whatever KK went through before landing as a freaking fireball in Akito's yard must have done something to the older man's body as fire now danced across the older man's skin harmlessly.

Curiously, when Akito decided to touch one small flame, he was surprised at how it didn't burn him. It just felt very warm.

Also, there was now glowng, pulsating golden lines along KK's arms and hands.

The glowing patterns almost remind him of his bird friend...

Wait. Didn't he hear his bird friend when KK crashed into his yard? And the firey wings? Those came from KK as well...

UGH! So many questions and so little answers!

...He'll just ask KK in the morning.

So with a tired sigh, Akito snuggles closer to KK, who in his sleep, throws an warm arm around Akito and tugs him closer, curling his body around the younger man's protecitvely.

Warm... Akito felt so much warmer in KK's arms than usual...

It was kinda nice...

[ireceived-p8250000]

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Hollmae accompanied me to get my piercings done, just above my ears where the cartilage is strong. The piercer gave me an aftercare kit. Afterward, I bought some underwear and bras, and we had lunch at The Old Spaghetti House.

Hollmae's been having some problems at home. I tried to listen and advised her that her family is toxic. She's really immature and it's hard to get through to her.

Monday, October 21, 2013

I attended CompSci and completed some tasks in the computer lab. It's a really relaxed class, and our professor, Nanette, is very laid-back. We often just share stories. In English 7, we worked on an art project.

In Experimental Psych, Professor Jean already knew about me and Mansoor and thinks we are cute, so we got teased again. During our breaks, we were surrounded by classmates who asked questions, especially Meg, but I shut them down. I heard some people have crushes on him. I can't blame them. He's good-looking, smart, and a real gentleman who shies away from toxic masculinity. Despite people questioning his sexuality, he's confident in his masculinity.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

We started planning for the video with my groupmates in Abnormal Psych. The topics are getting more interesting. There was an earthquake in Cebu, and Kate, one of our classmates, was getting married there. She's nice to me and laughs at my deadpan jokes. Mansoor and I both like her.

I attended my afternoon classes and started on the reporting for Economics. There are just four of us, and Steph and I are workers, though I work in the formal economy part-time. That still counts.

There wasn't any special interaction with my History professor today. Myla and Robbie chatted with him while I focused on my experiment paper. He glanced at me from time to time.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Today was experiment day. It was fun searching for respondents and conducting experiments in the booth. During the process, I noticed a girl flirting with Mansoor. She stood too close, laughing a lot. I didn't mind; he's naturally friendly with everyone, and it’s part of what I love about him.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

I had some work to submit in the morning, so I was running late for CompSci. Abnormal Psych was once again a heavy topic. This class should be held in the evening or afternoon. Discussing psychological disorders and the darker corners of the human mind during the day feels wrong, like watching a dark series in the morning or smoking with the sunshine out. It's uncomfortable.

In Economics, we presented our reports. People asked about my work as a freelance graphic designer, but Stephanie's job as a bot chatter captured more attention.

During History class, we engaged in a small group activity, starting on Noli Me Tangere, discussing it chapter by chapter. Then I attended Ecology class. Mansoor picked me up afterward.

For the rest of the day, I focused on studies and work. I played with Ran and promised to take him to the park this Sunday, just the two of us. Mansoor wanted to come, but I told him maybe next time.

I had a really heavy period this week, and it was quite painful. During History class, I discreetly slipped a note to my professor, asking if I could leave early due to cramps.

"Namumutla ka," he said, then nodded, allowing me to leave early and go to the clinic. We weren't doing much anyway. I finished the essay, and there were only 10 minutes left until dismissal.

At the clinic, I requested a hot water bag and some mefenamic acid. The bitterness of the medicine lingered, making me nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited, the taste of bile burning my throat. I rinsed my mouth with water and lay down on one of the beds, trying to find some comfort. As I closed my eyes, exhaustion washed over me, and I drifted into a restless nap.

I woke to someone softly calling my name. Groggy and disoriented, I asked, "Why?"

"It's me. Nakalimutan mo notebook mo sa chair mo."

Opening the curtain that divided the clinic beds, I saw Sir Apollo standing there, holding my aesthetic notebook binder.

"Thank you," I said, managing a weak smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Okay naman, thanks for letting me leave early."

"It's okay." I thought he was going to leave, but then his fingertips lightly grazed my forehead and cheeks. My eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t stop. His touch was tender, almost hesitant, as if he was waiting for me to respond.

"Sir," I muttered softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" His hands were now gently stroking my hair.

"I'm going back to my nap," I whispered, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"Aalis na ako. Take care," he said softly.

I nodded, feeling a strange warmth spreading through me. My stomach, which had been cramping earlier, now fluttered with a different kind of sensation. It was a strange, funny feeling that lingered even after he left. I took a deep breath, feeling his touch as if it had imprinted on my skin, and I drifted back into sleep.

In my dreams, I saw him tying my shoes with a tender smile on his face. When I woke up later, I felt groggy and debated whether I should skip my Ecology class altogether. I texted Robbie to update me about the class or send me screenshots because I still felt unwell.

I messaged Mansoor, but he wasn’t available. They had gone somewhere for leadership training, and I missed him terribly.

[princegaytea]

I need to sleep soon so goodnight <3!

[lilacknights]

Obey Me Headcanons: School Field Trip [Part I]

ALTERNATE TITLE: Filipino High School Field Trip Version

CHARACTERS: Gender Neutral MC, Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan [The rest of the brothers in Part II (TBA)]

TAGS: @poetofthedyingstars (If any of my Filipino mutuals/followers want to be tagged as well for Filipino content, please let me know in the notes or ask box!)

FOREWORD: I just started the game so I wanted to write something self-indulgent while I get to know the characters more! But since I only started, it might not be the most accurate. I also put 'Filipino High School Version' because this is based on my last experiences in school field trips here in my country and might not be as relatable to other countries (?). Sorry for any typos or grammatical errors, I've been trying to upload this since this morning.

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MC:

They are the (probably forced) caretaker of everyone in the bus. It's not even talked about, everyone just knew the moment the trip was planned.

Brought bags for, uhm, food exhalation emergencies and extra medicine. They might be demons but MC also knows they're idiots.

Was given a matching neck pillow by Asmo the day prior. 💖

There was no actual plan for seating arrangement made after a small fight yesterday on who gets to sit with MC.

In the end, they get seated around the middle of the bus next to Mammon who let them have the window seat at the start of the trip, with the promise that they exchange seats on the way home.

The group printed out an "I am [MC]." shirt just for the occasion to match with the brothers' "If lost, return to [MC]." version. The shirts will be worn at the final stop in an amusement park.

They had the most fun in said park but was also the most stressed because people actually tapped them and told them that someone with their group t-shirt is puking in one of the rides at least every other hour.

The funniest one was Lucifer who wasn't puking but instead made a child cry and now everyone is judgementally staring at him. Park security also asked for MC because someone (Belphie) fell asleep in the carousel and nobody could get him off. Mammon also fell off the pond swan ride but paid MC to not tell anyone. Beel was seen engulfing a food stall quite literally and staff had no way of stopping him. Satan and Levi got in trouble for fighting with a stall employee about one of the games. Asmo— Nah, Asmo wasn't much of a problem. He was just taking pictures in every nook and cranny of the place, including the bathroom.

It's not even the end of the day but MC is too tired to keep on walking around so they excuse themselves from the group to go back to the bus early and take a nap.

They woke up later from tapping on their shoulder and noticed how dark the sky was outside the window. It was Asmo who woke them up and in his hands was a souvenir keychain from the park that he gave them as a gift. "Good work today~"

When Asmo left, they noticed that there's actually a line down the aisle behind him. Each brother walked to them, giving them a little something they won in a game or bought at the gift shop. All the while also apologizing for what happened earlier.

MC almost cried then and there.

"I love you idiots so much." "Pero putangina niyo talaga. Sayang unli-rides ko."

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LUCIFER:

The teacher's pet who actively chose to sit in the front row of the bus with either the teacher or the Tour Guide assigned to your class.

Listens and takes note of everything the Tour guide says like a complete tool.

Will only look out the window if the guide points to something, otherwise he's looking ahead at the front window.

Brought a book but quickly realizes he will not get any reading done with the ruckus behind him.

Takes the aisle seat so he can easily look behind his chair and tell the others (read: Mammon) to shut the fuck up.

His favorite stop is the factory tour which he insisted on having. Everyone else was having emotional pain.

He didn't wanna wear the "If lost, return to MC" shirt, but Mammon accidentally spilled slushie all over him and he had no choice. Secretly found it cute and comfortable so he wore it on their trip back home, too.

By the end of the trip and while the bus is bringing them back, he's fast asleep with his head leaned back on his seat, arms crossed. Even Lucifer passes out after babysitting six fully grown men all day in four different locations.

When he wakes up though halfway home, the entire bus is quiet and mostly everyone is asleep but he suddenly had a pillow around his neck and a blanket over him.

Lucifer looked at the tag on the items, finding MC's and Mammon's names in the pillow and blanket, respectively. He couldn't help but smile, peeking behind his seat to find the said duo leaning on each other, 'sleeping'.

'Maybe this trip was actually worth the trouble.', he thought to himself, actually happy for once.

As long as no one mentions the doodling of a dick on his forehead, all is well.

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MAMMON:

Fought like a child to get the seat next to MC. In the end, the others agreed since no one else had the patience to deal with him.

Geared with hoodies and snacks, as well as a Bluetooth speaker that he never got to use because Lucifer confiscated it.

He was wearing the "If lost, return to MC" shirt from the beginning because no one has faith that he won't get lost.

He did get lost in the first stop, if you're curious. It was a zoo and they found him yelling at a monkey that stole Goldie.

This is that one student who just can't sit still inside the bus. He had to keep walking around and poking people whether or not the bus was moving.

Had probably fallen on his face once or twice whenever the bus driver unexpectedly hits the breaks.

Everyone is mad at him because he kept stealing snacks from each seat. The only one he didn't dare go to was Lucifer.

Insisted on riding every single ride in the amusement park with MC but was only halfway through his dream because they kept getting stopped by someone who needed MC's help with his disaster-prone brothers.

He now regrets suggesting the matching group shirts idea.

Would try to get MC with him on the ferris wheel ride. He succeeded but also miserably failed because his brothers caught ear of his plans and they all suddenly wanna get on the ride, too.

They reached weight capacity and Mammon is one of the people who got kicked out.

At the end, he bought a large yellow bear at the gift shop for MC after seeing them retreat to the bus early because of exhaustion.

Took the chance to cuddle with MC on the way back. <3 But right after he drew on each of his brothers sleeping faces and took pictures for blackmail. <3333

"You'll get in trouble with this, you know.", MC warned him, having caught him in the act.

"I got to draw a wiener on Lucifer's face. It's worth it."

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LEVIATHAN:

The one who didn't wanna come so he brought an entire bag full of portable games he could play in the bus plus some manga/magazines.

Has his headphones obviously and is on his phone the entire ride.

But even though he says he doesn't wanna go, he's the one posting on social media about everything that's happening around him.

He's honestly not a bad seatmate but he will bore you to death so even if someone was assigned next to him, they eventually started roaming the bus in search of actual human interaction.

Everyone else is chatting and laughing among themselves and he's just on his phone. No one knows what he's actually doing there.

MC checked on him at one point, looking over his chair to see what he was doing. "Hey, Le—"

Levi yelped and dropped his phone on the floor from surprise, screaming at MC that they shouldn't sneak in on people like that.

His phone slid under Satan's chair and his brother picked it up, brows creasing at what was in the screen.

"...Levi, you really shouldn't watch h*ntai in the bus."

His brothers (+MC) never allowed him to live that one down.

His gift for MC at the amusement park was a plushie because he felt bad that they had to talk staff out of banning him from the park altogether. They were selling rip off merchandise, what was he supposed to do!? Stay quiet!?

He was fast asleep on the way home but woke up screaming at Mammon because he immediately saw his reflection on his phone. He had poop emojis on his cheeks like this:

(👁️💩👄💩👁️)

"YOU CAN'T EVEN BE CREATIVE ON WHAT YOU'LL DRAW? DELETE THAT PICTURE NOW!"

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I hope you enjoyed! I'll do the other brothers next time because Tumblr hates me and keeps deleting my posts. </3 If you wanna see similar content, don't be shy to hop into my ask box (Anon asks is also on)! 🌷