#reposting cause this FLOPPED im sorry

[pattrat]

why did i do this

[slightlyunconventional]

unlikely (in which kaz receives real concern and care from the person he’d least expect)

(a/n before we start: PLEASEE send k/az fic reqs in my asks i will love you forever if you give me requests i love writing for him (and i am Willing to try other soc/sab characters if people so desire ;0))

The sun beat down upon the battered decks of the boat, and a cool breeze roused the sails, gently rippling their stained fabric. Though the fair weather eased tensions throughout the group, everyone’s stress was still clear in their faces, especially given Inej’s condition. It was evident, too, that the promise of thirty million kruge was just about the only thing keeping most of them from throwing themselves overboard.

Wylan Van Eck stood up from his awkward wooden-crate-seat and stretched his legs. Jesper offered him a wink as he rose, before returning to his lively (one-sided) conversation with the extremely bored-looking Fjerdan. Wylan determinedly ignored the warmth that blossomed in his cheeks, instead returning his focus to his now completed map of the Ice Court. He set his pencil down on the crate and rolled up the map in his hands, casting a glance across the deck. Matthias and Jesper’s conversation appeared to be going… splendidly, and Nina was likely belowdecks tending to Inej. Kaz, however, was seated on a barrel, one knee bent and his bad leg propped on a thick coil of rope, with his cane across his lap. He was leaning on the boat’s mast, head tilted back slightly with his eyes closed - normal for anyone else, but a worrying expression of vulnerability from the Bastard of the Barrel. Despite the alarms blaring ‘certain death’ in his mind, Wylan chose to approach the dark-haired man.

He stood awkwardly in front of Kaz for a moment or two, unsure what to do, when his eyes slowly cracked open. Kaz’s dark, coffee-brown eyes met Wylan’s blue ones, which quickly averted themselves upon the boss’ half-lidded glare.

“Um. Sorry to, uh, disturb you,” Wylan stammered, “I finished the map.”

Kaz sat up wordlessly, wincing at the strain on his leg. He cleared his throat, frowned, then cleared it again. Wylan handed him the rolled-up paper, regarding him warily as he spread it out on the table with gloved hands. The burgundy sheen of Oomen’s blood was still just barely visible on the fingers of the left hand. Wylan had to suppress a shudder just thinking about Kaz wrenching that man’s eyeball from its socket.

“This is impressive,” Kaz said. Wylan couldn’t help but note the slight dulled quality of Kaz’s consonants. He was also unable to ignore the soft sniffle that punctuated his words.

“Oh. Thank you. I hope it’s good enough to, you know, plan, I guess? I just went off Matthias’ description so I hope it’s accurate enou-”

“GNKkt!”

Wylan’s self-critical rambling was cut off by Kaz crushing a sharp sneeze between tightly-pinched, leather-clad fingers.

“...bless you,” he tried. Kaz ignored him, gloved hand scrubbing roughly the underside of his nose, which was, notably, rather pink. He leaned forward, as though he was inspecting the map more closely, but even Wylan could tell he was trying to hide the faint flush of his cheeks and nose.

“That moat. Is that water or i- hHNGKT! Fuck.”

Kaz was cut off by a second strangled sneeze. They seemed to sneak up on him, come with no warning. Ironic - the only thing able to get the drop on him and it was himself. Wylan couldn’t hide his concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, rather tentatively.

“Yes, fine. Water or ice? The moat.” Kaz said shortly, congestion now obvious in his voice.

“Uh, ice. But not particularly thick. You couldn’t walk it.”

Kaz opened his mouth to reply, but instead simply ducked forward with a heavy, “ahH’KkSHUHh!”

Wylan winced at the sound, debating offering the dark-haired man a tissue. He decided against it, not particularly fancying a smack to the jaw. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure what to say. Not once had he prepared for let alone even anticipated a situation like this when involved with Kaz Brekker. He settled for another “Bless you”, regretting it when Kaz shot him a sharp look.

-

This needs to stop, Kaz thought, frustrated. The feeling of being sick was suffocating to him. He felt weak, tired, stuffy, and Saints, cold. He felt so cold. He was sure it hadn’t gone unnoticed the fact that he was still wearing his thick, wool coat despite the summer warmth, but it was the only thing concealing his pathetic shivers. All Kaz craved was sleep, though any attempt at rest was met with fitful, feverish nightmares, his cold-ridden brain transporting him back to the docks every time he managed to doze off. What irritated him most, though, was the relentless sneezing. They would just barrel through him with no warning - it was all he could do to crush them into strangled stifles, despite the stars they’d send rocketing through his head.

He felt Wylan staring at him. I understand I have just sneezed my brains out of my face in front of you, but you do not need to gawk, he thought in annoyance. He didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Don’t look at me like you’ve never seen a man sneeze before,” Kaz said bitterly, “I suggest you quit ogling before I chuck this map overboard and have you draw a new one.” Too mean, he thought with an unfamiliar pang of regret.

Wylan’s eyes widened. “Sorry,” he said with a swallow. Kaz sighed. Big mistake. The exhale of air caused his chest to rack up a series of deep, heavy coughs. He directed the unwelcome fit into one coat-covered forearm, shaking with the force of each expulsion. The cherry on top of a perfect coughing-fit was the grating sneeze that followed it, tearing up through his throat and sinuses, igniting a hellish burn that felt like it would consume him whole. When he was finally finished, his throat felt raw, tired, tender like a fresh wound. Kaz slumped back against the boat’s wide mast. He felt like he could cry.

Wylan was worrying at his lower lip, hands wringing in his lap. Kaz glanced at him through an exhausted haze.

“Are you… sure you’re okay? That really sounded awful…”

Kaz said nothing. He knew any attempt at speaking would result in nothing but a few mangled croaks that maybe could vaguely be interpreted as words, but in what language, he didn’t know.

Wylan stood up. “Should I get you some water? I’ll get you some water.”

As soon as Wylan had turned and disappeared belowdecks, Kaz’s nose decided it was the perfect time to throw out two sharp sneezes, which were only just caught by his sleeve.

“aH’TSHuh! huH’KKSHHh!”

The soft fabric of his coat felt comforting on the chapped rims of Kaz’s nostrils, though his throat still set alight with each explosion. The urge to burst into tears and break in a million pieces grew in his mind as he rubbed at his reddened nose.

Wylan’s return shook him out of his brief misery. The golden-haired man set a mug of water down on the crate that served as a table, and also a box of soft, white tissues.

“I asked Nina for those,” he said, gesturing to the box, “I thought you’d probably need them.”

Kaz’s chest rose slightly in panic. “You didn’t-”

“No, I didn’t tell her. I said it was for a spilled drink on the deck. She doesn’t know, nor does Inej,” Wylan reassured before Kaz could even finish his question.

There was a silence, one almost palpable, between the two, until Kaz’s weak voice broke it with a quiet, “Thank you.” Saints, I’m going soft, he thought.

Wylan rocked on his heels once, smiling. “That’s alright. Uh, if there’s anything else you need… or want, then, I’m here. I can get you a bed? Or a warmer drink? My mother had some home remedies she used to fix for me-”

“Don’t push it, Merchling.” Kaz cut in.

“Right. Sorry.”

[keithtopia]

In My Head (On My Mind)

Pairing: Semi Eita X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/ hurt no comfort

Tw/Cw: unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol consumption, skipping meals, NSFW, unspecified previous sexual encounters (Im sorry if I missed anything, if I did please let me know!)

Word Count: 679

Reposting because the first time was an absolute flop 😔 This was inspired by the song In My Head (On My Mind) by MOTi

The heavy bass reverberates throughout the club which helps you grind your hips into the unknown man for the night. His face buried in your neck and his hands have a firm grip on you, and although it’s a welcomed feeling, you still feel slightly repulsed by this sleazy man. But you need this. The strange man you’ve seduced tonight is definitely feeling more comfortable with you as his hands leave the familiarity of your hips and begin to wander around the rest of your body. His hands leave an invisible trail of filth as he explores your dress-clad body with his grimy hands. His hands go for your ass first, grabbing it as if he’s never held one before. His hands move to your thighs and tries to turn you on by rubbing, but his inconsistency in rhythm fails to do so. His hands then move upward to grope your tits. He feels your nipples underneath the fabric on your dress, you feel him smirk into your neck, probably thinking it was his doing and not the air conditioner. As he explores, you try to imagine it’s not him and that it’s your now ex-boyfriend doing this to your body.

Your body which is now a few pounds lighter than just a couple of weeks ago. Your body which has been sustained more by alcohol than proper meals. Your body which has found itself in the company of more strange men than ever before. Your body which has been on the hunt for the high it so desperately craves but has failed to find.

You and Semi broke up a little over three weeks ago — well, Semi broke up with you. His band was leaving for tour for months on end and didn’t want it to cause a strain on your relationship, so he decided for himself that it would be better if he ended it. Although he swore up and down that was the reason for the termination of your relationship, that small voice in the back of your mind was convinced otherwise. Your three year relationship ended as if it meant nothing to him. As if all the time you spent together never happened. You were there when the band first started and how desperately Semi searched for people to join his band. You helped him put up flyers in music shops, listen to demos — the good and the bad, and you were there as the band recorded their first everything. All of that and now here you are, paying the fee of a broken heart. And no matter what you’ve done these past few weeks, nothing has made you forget the man who you thought was the love of your life.

Everything you did somehow reminded you of him. Watching TV? Semi. Eating a scarce dinner? Semi. Throwing back shots? Semi. Getting your back blown out by a stranger? Semi. Trying to fall asleep and failing? Semi. And now he’s somewhere maybe in Japan or a different country doing who knows what.

No longer yours.

Now you long to be the girl before you met Semi. Before this heartache, slowly consuming your heart and leaving nothing behind, came to be. You know it’s a lost cause but you finally turn around, coming face-to-face with tonight’s strange man and kiss him. As you are making out with this strange man, something feels different and it’s not because it’s a good kiss. No. Something inside of your head clicks. Maybe it was because out of the corner of your eye during your sloppy make out session with the man whose name you’ve already forgotten you see a man who looks a lot like Semi staring at you. But Semi could be doing this exact thing right now as well. It was at this moment the raging storm in your heart makes landfall and you know the damage will be irreparable. And all you can do in the moment is pretend the man who you’re going to fuck tonight is that silver haired man who broke your heart.

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[httpjeon]

— 02. bunny blues: conflict | yoongi & jungkook

yoongi/reader/jungkook | angst | hybrid!au

wordcount: 3.9k

contents: jungkook is a dick now im sorry, um bullying?, jealousy

― synopsis: maybe jungkook isn’t as happy as he thought he was

note: reader is a bunny hybrid, kook is a dog hybrid, and yoongi is a human!

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"I've found a place for you," It was the first time he'd spoken to you all day -- and it was 7pm. His tone held none of the warmth you were used to, it was cold and detached.

Your reply was a simple 'really?' as you didn't really know what else to ask. You were sitting in your bedroom, except it resembled nothing like it once did. All your belongings were gone except two outfits and one pair of shoes. Your mattress didn't even have your pastel pink sheets on it -- he had only left you with a single blanket.

Part of you wondered when he became cruel but, it could be worse.

Right. It could be worse...

"It's the coworker I told you about," He expanded upon his previous statement, leaning against the door frame with his arms across his chest. He held an almost defensive stance. You must have look quite pathetic sitting in the middle of your empty bedroom playing with a single sock because you felt his place a comforting hand upon your head. "He owns another hybrid so you won't be alone when he works and they're both really nice. Yoongi will be able to provide well for you,"

You didn't offer a response this time, merely pulling a thread out of your sock causing the fabric to frustratingly bunch up. As you straightened it back out, you heard Namjoon sigh and remove his hand from your head. Your ears flopped over your head in response to the loss of contact...of comfort. You heard him begin to walk away, several steps before he stopped once again. You felt his eyes on you.

"I'm really sorry, _____,"

When he shut the door, you buried your face in your knees and cried; all alone in your barren bedroom that was once filled to the brim with love.

As you stood in the little apartment Yoongi and Jungkook owned, you were surprised. Namjoon owned a two story house so this little space was so different. However, it was quite cozy with blankets and pillows thrown about. Two soothing scents mixed together but was being tainted by Namjoon's. His was a scent you were beginning to hate -- it made you feel sad. You had been briefly introduced to the two of them but it didn't ease the awkward tension that filled the space.

Despite your growing anger and disdain towards him, you still found yourself hiding behind him and clinging to the back of his shirt. His warmth and strong muscles beneath his shirt gave you a sense of protection.

Yoongi stood in front of Namjoon, holding a little packet of paper you didn't even realize Joon had been carrying. Jungkook was peeking over the back of the couch, his butt in the air with his fluffy tail wagging happily along with two fluffy ears twitching atop his head.

"She has a pretty specific diet, different to what Jungkook would eat," Namjoon explained as both he and Yoongi looked over the papers. It took you a moment to come to terms that Namjoon had actually created a care guide for your new owner -- an actually sweet gesture. "She's a pretty picky eater, actually, so you can't just slop anything together and feed it to her. She uhhh...she really likes Romaine lettuce, it's her favorite. I usually give the centers to her as a snack since they're really sweet -- y-you can just save them when you feed her and it'll be fine like that. I think she prefers them as a snack,"

As you listened, you noticed that Jungkook's tail stopped wagging and his ears were flopping sadly. Namjoon's voice was no longer strong and detached, instead it was shaky and watery -- mixed in with small sniffles.

"She doesn't like cabbage at all, she'll just refuse to eat it if it has it...also no broccoli, it makes her feel sick," Namjoon sniffled again, his body stiffening when you reflexively hugged him from behind at his distress. "You should keep some protein powder on hand for when she gets sick. You can sprinkle it on her food and it'll help her bounce back faster. If she starts running a fever she turns into a bit of a crybaby. She really hates loud noises so at bathtime you should fill the tub with her out of the room otherwise she'll get scared, and at bedtime you should play rainy mood or something because she really can't sleep in silence her ears are too sensitive, you know. Also she--"

"Namjoon," Yoongi cut the unending rambling off, causing Namjoon to go silent. "Do you really want to do this?"

There was a beat of silence before Namjoon seemed to sober up. His back straightened and he sighed.

"I have to," After he said those cold words, he pulled your hands off from around him and released himself from your embrace. Turning around, you noted he had in fact been crying -- his cheeks were still wet and his eyes were red. As you gazed up at him, you saw his lips trembling as he fought himself from crying again. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your forehead one final time. "Goodbye sweetheart,"

He breezed past you and was gone with a simple slam of the door. Yoongi floundered for a moment, unsure of what to do when he saw your eyes begin to water and your chin start to wobble.

"Hey don't cry!" You were suddenly embraced strongly by the puppy hybrid you hadn't even noticed get up from the couch. "How about we go get your room set up! Hey," He paused, looking around you. "why don't you have any things?"

"Oh," Your shoulders slumped and Jungkook squeezed you reassuringly. "Joonie got rid of them because he thought I was going to a shelter instead,"

"Well," Yoongi sighed, scratching his head. "We'll have to do some shopping anyway for your food. I suppose we can go another day to get you some clothes and belongings as well,"

"I'll show you to your room anyway!" Jungkook took your hand and dragged you down the hallway. You looked over your shoulder to see Yoongi staring at the papers Namjoon left. "It's right across the hall from my room, see! And Yoongi-hyungs is all the way down the hallway so I'm closer to you, if you need me any time!"

As you stood in the bedroom, you noticed it was smaller than your old one. The walls were white instead of pink and the floor was wooden instead of carpeted. That was going to be annoying because you sometimes slept on your floor -- it was cooler down there after all. The mattress was completely bare and it was simply on the floor and not on a frame. There wasn't even a dresser and you found yourself tearing up again.

"W-Why are you crying? Don't you like it?" Jungkook panicked, hovering over you as he didn't quite know what to do as you cried into your hands.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi gruffly asked as he entered the room, alerted to the problem from Jungkook's freak out.

"I-I don't know, she just started crying!" Jungkook whimpered, hands still hovering above you as if he wanted to touch you but too scared of upsetting you.

"It's alright, Kook," Yoongi soothed, petting the pup's hair. "She's probably just overwhelmed, isn't that right honey?"

You nodded into your hands when he addressed you. He pulled you into a hug and you buried your face in his neck. For some reason, you found yourself comforted by his scent and quickly spit out what was wrong.

"I-I compared it to Joonie's room I-I'm sorry," Both men in the room stilled when you choked out the confession.

"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with that," Yoongi cooed, stroking your hair softly. "It was what you knew and this is different so you're gonna compare the new to the old, yeah?"

"Y-You're not mad?" You whimpered, pulling away from his chest to ask. He nearly cooed at how cute you looked, eyes wide and teary with a small pout on your lips.

"No, not at all," He smiled, a cute gummy smile that immediately brought a small smile to your lips.

"U-Um what should she wear to...like bed?" Jungkook asked somewhat awkwardly, breaking up the soft bonding moment between you and Yoongi. The older pulled away from you and you took the moment to dry your eyes on your sleeve.

"Well, you don't have anything to sleep in and I assume you don't want to sleep in that dress," You nodded and he placed his hands on his hips. "I suppose you can wear something of mine to bed tonight, yeah?"

"Why not mine?" Jungkook pouted, making Yoongi laugh and ruffle his hair.

"We both know you don't like sharing your clothes, pup, but thank you for trying, that's very sweet," Jungkook shakily smiled at Yoongi's praise. "I'll pick something out for you real quick,"

Yoongi vanished down the hall and you plopped onto the bed, giggling when the mattress made you bounce. When you looked at Jungkook, you noticed his body was completely still and he was spaced out staring at the door.

You started to ask if he was okay when Yoongi entered the room once more. He was holding some dark colored clothes and you pouted a bit -- you never wore dark colors. You didn't voice your opinion, however, as he was nice enough to lend you his clothing.

"They'll probably be a little big on you, but you shouldn't mind. They're soft and smell nice at least," Yoongi chuckled, placing them on the bed beside you. "C'mon Jungkook, let's let her get changed. ______ we'll be in the living room waiting for you, okay? You remember the way?"

His concern immediately had a smile lighting up your face and you nodded. Yoongi's eyes followed your bouncing ears and he reached out, about to pet them before settling for just patting your head. Sometimes humans were scared of touching your ears, you noticed. Joonie was never like that.

You shook your head of that thought before pausing to make sure the two of them didn't notice. Luckily they were both walking out of the room now. With a soft click of the door, you were alone again.

When you exited the room, you wandered down the hallway to find them both sitting on the couch. They both turned to look at you and you grinned. You had put on Yoongi's long sleeved sweater but since it fell to your knees, you decided not to put on the sweatpants.

"Aren't you adorable?" Yoongi cooed, taking your hand and looked you up and down with a grin. "Isn't she precious, Kookie?"

You barely noticed the halfhearted smile Jungkook gave but no actual verbal reply. Yoongi didn't seem to notice either, still beaming at you swimming in his shirt. However, when you yawned, Yoongi cooed again and pet your head.

"Jungkookie will get you a blanket and a pillow and then you can get some sleep okay?" You nodded eagerly and smiled at Jungkook who pursed his lips in response to you. Cocking your head to the side, Yoongi furrowed his brows and looked at Jungkook. "Go on, Kook,"

The pup heaved a sigh and got to his feet, breezing past you as if you didn't exist. You missed the way Yoongi's jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as you bounced after the other hybrid.

By the time you reached him, he was already pulling the things you needed out. Holding your arms out, you let him pile the soft fabric into your hands before he shut the door with a bang -- making you yelp in surprise and drop everything.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi came in, immediately scolding his hybrid, who immediately bowed his head in submission. "Namjoon said you have to be quiet, her ears are more sensitive than yours, you know? You scared her!"

Jungkook didn't supply an answer, his tail sagging behind him as Yoongi picked everything up for you and grabbed your hand to lead you into your room. Jungkook followed, standing outside the bedroom as he watched his owner set your bed up, laughing and smiling with you.

Jungkook's heart filled with jealousy, eyes squinting when Yoongi would pet you or take your hand in his. When you were finally tucked in, Jungkook nearly turned red at the sight of you hugging Yoongi and rubbing your nose against his in a soft bunny kiss. Just as Yoongi kissed your forehead, Jungkook turned on his heels and stomped to his own bedroom -- slamming the door which was followed by a yelp from you.

It didn't take very long for Yoongi to storm into Jungkook's room, hands on his hips and look not happy.

"Why are you being a brat?" He hiss to the hybrid, who only huffed into his pillow. "You agreed to let her stay here!"

"Yeah but I didn't agree for her to wear your clothes and for you to kiss her," Jungkook snapped, voice muffled by his pillow.

"You're jealous?" Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's adjusting Jungkook, things will mellow out soon. Stop being a brat, you're going to make her uncomfortable and the last thing we need is a stressed out bunny -- she could get sick. So be polite and nice to her, be her friend, alright?"

He didn't wait for a response before he stalked out of the room. Jungkook belatedly realized he didn't get a goodnight kiss like you did and it only made the jealousy burn deeper into his heart. He shouldn't have felt it but when he agreed to have you -- he didn't account for the fact he'd have to share Yoongi's attention too.

Perhaps he wasn't as ready to share as he thought he was.

At the first light of sun, you were being awoken with soft pets to your ears. Opening your eyes, you smiled and nuzzled into the touch.

"Oh so you do like it?" Yoongi asked, grinning when you nodded happily. You noticed he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans; he also smelled really nice. "I put your dress beside you, it's freshly washed and it should be warm from the dryer. Put it on and we can get going, alright?"

At your okay, he gave a little pat to your head before standing up and leaving with a soft click of the door. You sat up in the bed and stretched with a small moan. You had slept really well, the mattress was extremely comfy even if it was on the floor.

After throwing on your dress, you bounced out of the room and into the hallway where you were met with Jungkook. You beamed at him, missing the cold glare he gave you before he spoke.

"Your hair is gross, fix it," Your smile disappeared along with him down the hallway. The happy, cheerful tone from yesterday was long gone and replaced with detached distance.

Yoongi came out of the bathroom just seconds later, pulling his zipper up before pausing and laughing.

"You got a little bedhead, come here," Your smiled returned when he held his hand out for you.

You liked holding his hand, it was nice.

Standing in the bathroom, you giggled at your hair -- it looked like a rats nest. Yoongi fished a comb out of the drawer and set to work combing the knots out.

"You ever do your hair yourself?" He asked you, combing the ends of your hair out.

"No, Joonie really liked doing my hair pretty so I never really did it!" You replied happily, loving the feeling of him touching your hair.

"Well maybe we can teach you to do some styles on your own one of these days," He finished combing your hair and put the comb down when a proud smile. "I don't have any ties or anything to put it up, I hope you don't mind,"

"No it's okay!" You beamed when you received little ear rubs.

"Come on!" Jungkook snapped from down the hall, followed by a little foot stomp.

Yoongi sighed before smiling at you in the mirror. Taking your hand, he led you down the hallway and past Jungkook who trailed behind. They both quickly learned that you didn't know how to tie the laces on your shoes either and Yoongi took that opportunity to coo about how cute you were.

Yoongi was really nice, you decided. He made you feel happy.

As you looked at Jungkook, who was glaring down at his owner with his arms crossed over his chest you wondered why he was in a bad mood. Maybe the new scent of yours mixing with the familiar one had altered his mood for the day. You hoped he would cheer up while you were shopping!

Except, Jungkook only seemed to get more and more irate as the minutes ticked by. You were holding Yoongi's hand, letting him guide you to the correct aisles.

You were practically vibrating with excitement when Yoongi allowed you to choose the things you liked. There were so many soft, pastel colors that left you beaming in happiness.

"I'm going to pick up something from the dog section," Yoongi told you, releasing your hand and patting his grumpy pups head.

"What do you think of this, Kookie? It's so cute!" You asked, holding up a soft purple sweater.

"Don't call me that," Jungkook grumbled, not even looking at you. "And it's ugly,"

"Oh," You felt your ears and shoulders sag in response, merely putting the garment back on the rack. "Okay,"

Yoongi returned a moment later, holding a pair of jeans which he put in the cart as well.

"They're your favorite pair, Kook, I noticed the ones you have no are getting worn," Yoongi explained, earning a simple nod and half hearted smile. "Oh, this is cute ____!"

You followed him to where he was touching the soft fabric of the purple sweater you picked out moments before.

"I-I don't really like it..." Yoongi nodded and put it back, but you couldn't help but stare at it again.

The shopping trip ended without a hitch and you ended up with several bags stuffed full of clothes, shoes and even a couple toys Yoongi let you grab. It was a pain to carry them inside as the clothes were also included in grocery shopping you'd done together.

Later on, Jungkook was watching a nature documentary while you sat on the couch -- watching but not understanding nor retaining what you saw.

"Hey _____, why don't you try on some of your clothes for us!" Yoongi called from where he was beginning to make dinner for the three of you.

The idea had you bouncing to your feet excitedly. You rushed to your room, nearly tripping over Jungkook in the process.

You had meticulously put your clothes away when you got home. You didn't have a dresser so some of your undergarments and t-shirts were still in bags. But you had put your dresses and other nice clothes in the closet.

Yoongi had to help you out putting some of them on the hangers. Namjoon had usually put your clothes away for you, so you didn't exactly have much experience in keeping articles from falling off.

You hurriedly put on your favorite piece from that day, eager to show Yoongi and Jungkook how nice you'd look in it. You didn't bother pairing it with shoes, you were much too lazy for that.

"Look how cute you are!" Yoongi cooed the second you appeared, taking your hand in his and leading in a little twirl. "Isn't she, Kook?"

Your eyes met Jungkook's, eager to hear him compliment you after he had been so cold to you all day. However, the smile disappeared from your face when he simple gave you a once-over with a noncommittal grunt.

At least he didn't say it looked ugly?

Yoongi continued to praise every outfit you showed up. But it wasn't long until dinner was ready and he told you to put your pajamas on.

Now, you had gotten some PJs while shopping but you still slipped Yoongi's sweater on. When you arrived in the kitchen, taking a seat in front of the veggie-based dish Yoongi had made for you, he ruffled your hair.

"Why are you wearing that, silly girl? You got new PJs, remember?" You nodded, your ears flopping over your head from the force.

"But I like your sweater more! It smells really nice and it's cozy!" Yoongi's ears burned red at your words, but you completely missed it.

"Y-You can wear it as long as you'd like then," He whispered, nearly choking as he hurriedly shoved a spoonful of his pasta in his mouth.

However, as you ate, you felt Jungkook's eyes burning into you. You tried to ignore it, but every time you met his eyes you sunk deeper into your chair. You shoveled the rest of your food into your mouth, eager to get away from the tension.

If Yoongi sensed it, he didn't show it or say anything.

You sighed as you crawled into bed, cuddling into a new, soft stuffed animal you had gotten. It felt nice to sleep with something again again after Namjoon had gotten rid of all yours.

You were just about to sleep when your door creaked open, bringing you back to consciousness. You sat up, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Jungkook was standing there, silhouetted by the dim nightlight in your room.

"Koo-Jungkook?" You muttered, sitting up in your bed staring at him now.

"You're being annoying," He growled, sounding more aggressive than he had all day.

"W-What?"

"You're clingy, you've been here for like three days and you're already begging for attention," He continued, holding nothing back as he voiced his opinion. "No wonder Namjoon-hyung was so eager to get rid of you. If you're not careful Yoongi-hyung will get tired of you too. He doesn't like people clinging to him like you've been. On top of that, he's never going to love you like you want him too. He's mine, not yours,"

You didn't offer a response, twiddling your fingers over your blanket. His presence was almost as stifling as the pressure his words put upon you.

Clingy...that's what Namjoon had called you.

You couldn't help it, it was your nature. You got attached quickly and maybe you did go overboard but you didn't think you were making Yoongi uncomfortable. But Jungkook definitely knew Yoongi better than you did.

If Yoongi were to get rid of you, you'd be sent to a shelter you were sure. No one would take a bunny who'd been rehoused three times. If you wanted to keep your new home, all the nice things he'd given you and a cozy bed to sleep in, then you'd have to fix yourself. Fix how clingy and needy you were.

You could do that.

You didn't realize you were crying until Jungkook scoffed.

"Crybaby," He muttered before leaving with a quiet click of the door.

You held your sobs in until you heard him enter his own room across the hall. Finally alone, you curled in on yourself and cried into your stuffed animal with only the white noise of the fan above you accompanying you.

[cole-grey-writes]

Sneezes of Love

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Character(s): Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers (mentioned), Natasha Romanov (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Sam Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: you’re sick, but your amazing boyfriend makes it better

A/n: cheesy title maybe but I’m sick rn so idc. it also might not be that good, again im sick. Enjoy (´ヮ｀)

You sneezed, sniffing wetly as you burrowed your face into the soft bedsheets.

It was midday outside, the sun coming in through the window and lighting up the otherwise gloomy room. You couldn’t help but glare at the brightness. What right did the universe have to be cheery when you were inside, coughing your lungs out?

You wiped your runny nose once again just as the door to you and your boyfriend’s room creaked open. You’d moved in together almost a year ago and two years since you first met.

Speak of the devil, you thought, peaking out from behind the covers.

“Hey, Y/n,” Sam greeted, peaking his head inside the cracked door. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Like I’m dying,” you responded. Your voice was nasally and deep, scratchy and rough. It hurt to swallow, so you could pretty much add strep throat onto the list of things wrong with you right now.

“Aw,” Sam cooed affectionately as he placed a bowl of steaming soup on the bedside table. Geez, you hadn’t even noticed he was holding anything. You were more sick than you thought. “Looks like someone needs some good TLC.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. You leaned over quickly, trying to steal a quick kiss even if it was just on the cheek. But, Sam was faster and he pulled away before you could even get close.

“Hey!” You whined pitifully, flopping back onto the bed. You groaned, shifting until you were facing your boyfriend completely. “I thought you said I get love.”

Sam scoffed playfully, “Kisses aren’t the only thing that equal love, L/n.”

“Well, yeah, but I want kisses.”

Sam shook his head, a small smile on his face as he sat on the bed in front of you. “You’re infectious, baby. We don’t need two people gettin’ sick.”

You scoffed quietly, “Ever the romantic.”

“You want soup?” Sam asked, clearly changing the subject. You shook your head, not really hungry, and closed your eyes to block out the light from outside.

All of a sudden, the inside of your nose tickled. You sneezed loudly, so caught off guard that you forget to cover your mouth.

“Hey!” Sam hollered. It wasn’t admonishing or mean, he was just as caught off guard as you were. Sam joked, “Watch where you point that thing.”

“They’re sneezes of love, Wilson,” you grunted, shoving your head back down into the pillows. “If you won’t accept my kisses, you get sneezes,” which caused Sam to laugh, big and happy and maybe the brightness of his smile was the only thing you could tolerate while you were stuck in bed with a cold.

It occurred to you all at once that Sam was supposed to be out with his friends right about now. You remembered him talking about having a movie night with Steve and Natasha for the passed week and a half. He seemed really excited, said it was a chance to get Steve hooked on all his favorite shows so they could fanboy about it together. Your gut twisted with guilt.

“Sorry,” you mumble shyly. “That you have to take care of me.”

“Hey, now,” the bed shifted and the next thing you know, Sam is crawling under the covers with you. You gasped slightly, feeling his warm envelop you as his arms wrapped around your body. “None of that, sweet thing.”

“But, your movie night—“

“Can be rescheduled,” Sam interrupts, rubbing soothing circles in the small of your back. You couldn’t stop yourself from burying your face into his collarbone. You sighed contently, breathing in as much of him as you could. “I like taking care of you, anyway.”

“Mmm, fine, but I’m taking care of you the next time you get sick.”

Sam smiled, thinking that that wasn’t such a bad idea. “Deal,” he agreed, hugging you just a bit tighter.

(NOT MY GIF)

Main Blog // Other Side Blog

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[broadstreetmisfits]

The Moment I Knew - Michal Cajkovsky

GUYS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT SO IM REPOSTING IT BUT LIKE IN A SHITTIER FORMAT BC IM LAZY. PLS DONT HATE ME.

You woke up the morning of your birthday to find your room covered in balloons. Walking down the stairs, you found your best friend, Michal Cajkovsky and his teammates in your kitchen.

“Guys! It is eight in the morning! What the hell are you doing here?” You asked

“Uh baking a cake” Marek said as if it was obvious

“Can’t you do that in your own house? How’d you even get in here anyway?” You asked jumping from one question to another

“You gave me a key, remember?” Michal reminded you

You sighed, yet again you regretted giving him that key to your apartment. He’d always pop in at the most random times.

“Are you ready for the party tonight Y/N?” Tomas asked

You nodded in response “Yeah, I can’t wait”

THAT NIGHT

You threw on your favorite little black dress that your boyfriend always loved to see you in and you texted him.

Y/N: Hey, you coming tonight?

Y/BF/N: I wouldn’t miss it for the world

Everyone began to arrive midafternoon. You greeted everyone with a big smile, looking forward to the party tonight. That was when you walked over to your best friend.

“Thank you so much for doing this” You smiled as you rested your head on Michal’s shoulder

“It’s nothing” he replied

You walked around the room, talking to each and every person who would wish you a happy birthday. After walking around the room multiple times, it sunk in that your boyfriend still wasn’t here. You would continuously sneak small glances to the front door in hopes that your boyfriend would walk in. You checked your phone to fine no texts or calls from him.

You figured he was just running late so you turned your attention back to the conversation you were having with Marek and Tomas. You guys – well mostly they were – sharing childhood stories. Tomas must’ve said something funny because Marek burst out in laughter after his teammate spoke. You smiled and faked a laugh, pretending to actually care about the conversation they were having.

You walked around the house yet again, but this time you made sure to thank everyone for coming. You continued to attempt to be interested in whatever conversation your guests were dragging you into, but you couldn’t help but worry where on Earth your boyfriend was. After managing to sneak away from the crowd, you pulled out your phone once again, so you decided to text him to see what was going on.

Y/N: Babe are you alright? The party started an hour ago

Michal stood on a chair and rang a bell that he pulled out of his pocket “Dinner!” He called to the group

The team, the rest of your guests and yourself gathered around the table. Since you were the birthday girl, you were forced to sit at the head of the table. You hated to admit it, but the guys made an amazing dinner. Passing the food around, you were sure to get a little bit of everything on your plate. However, you couldn’t help but notice the empty seat where your boyfriend should have been sitting.

“So how’s Y/BF/N?” Patrik asked

“Alright, he must be running late though, but he said he’s be here any minute” You lied straight through your teeth

Patrik nodded then went back to eating his food. You could feel a tear starting to form in the corner of your eye so you politely excused yourself and went to the bathroom. When you closed the door, the tears instantly began to stream down your face. You found yourself crumbling to the floor as you wept. Minutes later, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Go away” You muttered

“Y/N, open the door” You heard one of your boyfriend’s best friends, Jack, say

“Please Y/N” Your boyfriend’s other best friend, Dylan, say “It’s just the two of us”

You got up off the floor and opened the door. The two boys immediately engulfed you into a hug.

“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked not letting go of you

“He said… he said… he said he’d be here” You sobbed into his shirt

“Y/N, we can’t understand you” Jack replied

You pulled apart from the two boys, took a deep breath to attempt to collect yourself, and then repeated what you had just said. “He said he’d be here”

“I’m so sorry” Jack said and hugged you again

“Let’s go upstairs and clean you up a bit” Dylan suggested

You nodded and then led the two boys up to your room. Your heart sank as it hit you that he actually wasn’t coming. What was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life turned out to be one of your worst. You sat down on your bed and the two guys soon joined you. The three of you sat in silence as you attempted to get yourself together even more.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, you finally spoke “I think I’m ready”

You guys walked back downstairs where everyone else was still sitting around the table. You half hoped that your boyfriend was magically sitting at the table, but alas he was not. You sighed and Jack, Dylan and yourself sat back down in your seats at the table.

“Are you alright?” Michal asked as you sat back down

You nodded “Yeah, I’m fine”

You ate the rest of your dinner in silence. As you listened in on everyone’s conversations, you couldn’t help yourself from looking at the door every five seconds in hopes of seeing is smile burst through the door.

Everyone finished dinner and then moved to the family room where you turned on some hockey game. You honestly didn’t really care about the score, or who was playing as a matter of fact, since your best friends and his teammates were lounging in the same room as you. The cameras switched from a game to a few people in the stands. You recognized one face immediately….

Your boyfriend.

Your jaw dropped in shock. Without saying a single word to anyone, you ran up to your room, flopped down onto your bed and let the tears fall. As you were crying, you heard the front door open and the house get quieter and quieter. You don’t know how long you were lying in bed, but you eventually got up and changed into something a lot more comfy. You took off what was left of your makeup and returned to your room. You scrolled through twitter until your phone began buzzing. It was a call. From your boyfriend. You were extremely hesitant to pick up, but you eventually did.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it” Your boyfriend began

“Y/BF/N…” You said but he didn’t hear you

“My cousin invited me to go to a soccer game” he rembled on

“Y/BF/N.” You repeated

He still didn’t hear you “I was gonna invite you, but you had your party…”

“Y/BF/N!” You yelled causing the other end of the line to be dead silent. “I’m sorry too” you drastically lowered your voice

“What? What do you mean you’re sorry? You have nothing to apologize for” He replied clearly confused

“I’m sorry, I should’ve known better”

“Are you-?” He asked

“Yes” You interrupted “I’ll see you around Y/BF/N”

You couldn’t bear to hear his response, so you hung up the phone before he could say a word. You put on some sad music, something you always did when you ended a relationship, and shoved your face into your pillow.

Countless songs and tears later, you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“Go away” You yelled even though you figured it was Michal coming to check on you

Sure enough you heard his voice through the door “It’s me”

Yet again you yelled “Go away”. You groaned when you heard your door open; you had forgotten to lock it when you came in to cry. You felt the bed dip when Michal sat next to you. “I said ‘go away’”. You mumbled

“I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay.” He replied as he laid down next to you

“Oh I don’t know, I just broke up with my boyfriend who decided a soccer game was more important than my birthday party, does it look like I’m okay?” You asked lifting your head up and looking at him to show him your tear stained face.

He gave you a ‘come on really?’ look as he spoke his next words. “Turn off your sad music, he was ugly anyway”

“No he was not!” You protested as you shot up from your laying positon

“Yes he was.” He argued as he sat up and grabbed your phone from your nightstand.

“Noooooo! Gimme my phone and let me suffer” You whined

“Noooooo!” Michal mocked you “You are not going to suffer”

“Please leave me in my misery” You continued

Instead of verbally responding, you saw Michal get up off the bed. He then put his arms around you and lifted you up. He carried you bridal style out of your room and down to the living room where he put you on the couch. You looked around to see the house was completely clean in comparison to the mess it was in earlier that day.

“Why did you bring me down here?” You asked as Michal sat down next to you

“Because we are going to play some video games to get over this boy” He said

You sighed, already knowing you were going to regret doing this with him. However, by the time you two called it quits, you were having a blast beating him in Mario Kart. At the end of the night, you were dead asleep laying on Michal, not a single thought of your ex-boyfriend was in your mind.

[heartmins]

BestFriend!Renjun

so i guess this might turn into a series which i dont mind at all cause these are so fun to make, i hope you all enjoy! sorry its so short btw,,, also hello im reposting this because it flopped so hard last time ( “who can say where the roads go” ) and NCT DREAM FIRST WIN!!

we already know that he is the 1/3 of the most precious cinnamon rolls to ever walk the earth (the other 2 being chenle and sicheng)

hes so caring and considerate of everyone but especially you

he always sends you good morning/night texts

“good morning, how did you rest?”

“eh, i slept okay, hbu?”

“wHY JUST OKAY?”

“cause i stayed up watching scandal.. dont judge me” (or another show ya know i just rlly like scandal)

“aWWhh how cute, anyone get murdered that episode?”

“nah”

hes super affectionate

you guys hug constantly but its never more than platonic

he constantly messes up your hair but you dont mind cause hes adorable

its like your thing between you and him

hes always resting his head on your shoulder and vice versa

“Y/N LETS WATCH _____”

“renjun, no.”

“whyyyyyyy?

“ CAUSE you cant understand enough english, you just laugh when i do.”

“SoOoOoO!!”

whenever he gets bored in class he draws moomin on your paper

and youre like “bro wtf i have to turn this in”

“itll be a present for the teacher :)”

you always go to him with your struggles and hes so good at listening as well as gives great advice and always knows what to say

when things get hard for him, he usually goes to you or his members

he even rambles in Chinese even if you may not understand it you don’t care because him getting out all his feelings makes him feel better.

you guys have movies nights all the time!

its like a ritual

and when you need an escape from all that stresses you out you know you can just run to the dorms and forget about whats happening outside those walls

“hey can i come over? im really stressed”

“of course”

and you just expected him and the boys but oh how wrong you were

turns out all your favorite snacks were on the table

along with a dvd of your favorite films as all the boys were surrounding the table

“come here dork” they would say and pat you on the back.

and when things cool down and theres no schedules you and renjun go to amusement parks

and you both try so hard to get that big bear but you both fail miserably

“psh i didnt even want that ugly bear”

“just a few minutes ago you were saying you would rather die than admit defeat”

“you’re right, pass me another ball renjun”

and when the sun is setting you like to go by the han river cause thats the best place to see a sunset

and yall eat ice cream and think “what a life”

but despite his busy schedule you guys talk every single day because your friendship is the most important thing to each other

[baneismydragon]

OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later. 

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta

“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill. “I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

Adrien sighed contentedly and wriggled around a bit, adjusting his position so that he was face up with his head propped against Nino’s thigh.

“You are the best, you know that right?”

“Hang on, can you repeat that into a microphone so I can play it on repeat to Alya?” Nino teased.

Adrien laughed, catching a hold of his friends hand and entwining their fingers.

Nino said nothing but raised his eyebrows expectantly to show that he wasn’t going to be that easily distracted.

Adrien’s expression sobered and he stared absently at one of Nino’s many posters, a soft blush staining his cheeks.

“So, yesterday was New Years,” he said softly.

“Yeah I think I got that memo.”

Adrien rolled his eye. “Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?”

“I’m sorry, please continue.”

“Anyways, father was out of town and so were you so I thought I might go and… um… well I decided to go try and visit Marinette.”

Nino bit his lip to clamp down on the string of questions that THAT statement evoked.

“Did it not go well?” he said instead, attempting to sound casual. He knew that Alya had spent the holiday at Marinette’s as well, and she hadn’t mentioned anything about Adrien being there, which was already suspicious given her obsessive matchmaking. Either Adrien was really making a big deal out of absolutely nothing, or something had gone extremely wrong.

“Well… She didn’t exactly know I was there… I sort of… um… I might sometimes… goandvisitherasChatNoir.”

“WHAT?!”

“She is like my biggest fan! And she totally gives me cookies and gets all excited, and she is really cute and it’s adorable, don’t judge me!”

“And how long exactly have you been ‘visiting’ Marinette in disguise?” Nino said, punctuating his statement with air quotes.

“Only the last 5 months or so.”

“Only the…” Nino took a deep breath, “you know what? We are tabling that for now, back to the original conversation. So you are creeping outside Mari’s house in disguise-“

“I wasn’t creeping!”

Nino raised an eyebrow.

“Ok I was kinda creeping, but the point is I get there and…” his expression darkened. “Well she was sort of… occupied.”

“Did… oh my God, did you walk in on her and Alya making out?”

“I didn’t walk in so much as saw it through the window.”

“You’re jealous!”

“I never said that!”

“But you are!”

Adrien didn’t say anything, instead he twisted around again, curling into a fetal position with an irritated pout.

Nino couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing flopping back on the bed and covering his face with his hands.

“Okay, I might have been a little jealous,” Adrien confessed softly.

“You think?”

“Do you hate me?” Adrien asked quietly, his tone heartbreaking vulnerable.

“Oh, dude of course I don’t hate you,” Nino said reassuringly, reaching to haul the miserable looking boy up into a tight cuddle. “You are my best friend AND my boyfriend it would be rather inconvenient if I hated you,” he said soothingly, stroking Adrien’s back. “Not to mention it would pretty much make me the world’s biggest hypocrite, seeing as how I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend and agree with both of them that Mari is smoking hot.”

Adrien relaxed, snuggling into the embrace and letting out a gentle purr at the affectionate attention. Nino wondered idly if he would ever get used to the surprised thrill that shot through his system every time it happened. He rather hoped not.

“In fact,” Nino continued smugly, “if I remember correct I was the first person in our group to ask her out.”

“You mean try to ask her out,” Adrien laughed, “You failed miserably remember?”  

“It’s still more than you have accomplished Mr. cat stalker,” he retorted causing Adrien too blush and bury his face again. “Besides I have no complaints about how things worked out in the end.”

Adrien hummed noncommittally, closing his eyes and continuing his purr filled snuggling.

For a few minutes they just stayed as they were, Nino occasionally rubbing his hands down Adrien’s back or ruffling his hair, hoping to reassure the boy that he was, in fact, loved and wanted.

“So have you been beating yourself up for the last 24 hours because you have a crush on Marinette?” Nino asked.

“Maybe.”

“You are killing me man,” he sighed, chuckling a little at the whole ridiculous situation.

“I told you I am an idiot,” Adrien said.

“No it’s not that. Do you have any idea how much I want to hold it over Alya’s head that I was right this whole time? Seriously, it is taking every bit of self-control I have not to grab my phone and just start screaming I told you so for the next 20 minutes.”

“You knew?”

“Technically I suspected, since you never admitted it until now. But I can’t say anything because you know Alya. She is going to want details and I can’t really explain what happened since she doesn’t know that you’re Chat Noir.”

“I mean, if you need to we can tell her. Plagg doesn’t really seem to care that much about the whole secret identity thing, right Plagg?”

“It’s your life kid do what you want. Tikki’s the one with all the stupid hangups about it,” the kwami called out from his nest on the other side of the room.

“See,” Adrien said, “it’s not a problem, and besides it’s not like I don’t trust Alya.”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to feel pressured into revealing yourself for my sake,” Nino said, slightly awed that Adrien would even offer something so monumental.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” Nino said, squeezing Adrien a little tighter.

“I know but… I know that it would make things easier for you. You guys are always telling me about how the key to this whole relationship thing is being honest and communicating, and this is a pretty big thing to be hiding from Alya.”

Nino worried his lip lost in his own thoughts. It would definitely be less stressful if Alya knew about Adrien’s double life. Plus they would both be able to potentially support him- helping to come up with excuses when he ran off after Akumas, filling him in on missed homework, that sort of thing. Not to mention that it would pretty much make Alya’s year having direct access to the Super heroes. On the other hand… an idea began forming in Nino’s mind and he smiled.

“You know let’s wait a little bit. You know, have some fun with the whole thing first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Alya and I are supposed to be meeting up at Mari’s tomorrow night for a study group to finish off that physic project that’s due on Monday.”

“You guy’s still haven’t done that?”

“Not all of us are you Adrien. Anyways my point is, since Chat Noir has a history of visiting Marinette anyways, you could just show up. You know Al would love it.”

“Yeah ok. I mean, Marinette usually makes me wait up on the roof. I think she is worried that I am going to attack her yarn collection or something.”

Nino tried to repress a snort of laughter. That certainly explained a lot about Adrien’s continued obliviousness. He wondered how Adrien would react to Marinette’s- admittedly toned down since she had started- choice of décor.

“I am sure between Alya and myself we can talk her into letting you inside,” Nino said with a smirk. This was going to be a lot of fun.

“Okay, it’s a date.” Adrien gave him a wide smile, then sighed again. “It’s late I should probably go.”

“You can stay if you want. It’s not like we have school tomorrow and you already said your dad’s out of town.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you might not have noticed but I kind of enjoy your company.”

Adrien grinned again before kicking off his shoes and wriggling back into a comfortable position.

“I really do mean it, you are the best,” Adrien murmured sleepily.

Nino smiled, dropping a gentle kiss into his boyfriend’s hair. “I love you too Adrien.”