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purplekiwis · 3 years ago

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OMG YES! Damaged goods blurb! Can you do a fluff one where one of them is sick with seasonal flu and the other has to take care of them, but they're being stubborn about it because that's just what they do and how they are 🤧

Okay, okay... here she is! It's a bit meh I think, but I hope you like it! 🥰

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (from the Damaged Goods AU)

Harry feels miserable.

He’s worse than miserable, really,

because he has a cold… or is it the flu?! He has never known to spot the differences between the two, but he recognized all of the early signs, of course...

As per usual, it started with nothing but a sore throat one morning when he woke up, that ended up lingering throughout the whole day, then came a headache, and the tiredness, and the chills…

It wasn’t so unbearable at first… but the symptoms only kept getting worse and worse as the hours went by, to the point of leaving him with no choice but to skip his classes in favor of staying in bed… suffering.

The worst part about it? He wasn’t even suffering at home – where his mom could be taking her lips to his forehead every so often to see if he had a fever, and bringing him bowls of soup and fruit cubes on that same familiar bedtray that had accompanied him throughout all his periods of sickness.

Mom would also be making sure he stayed hydrated and took his medicine in time... which by the way, he wasn’t taking any. Logically speaking, Harry knew he should have gone to a pharmacy by now, to get something to make him feel better, but how? When he couldn't even muster the will to get up and go downstairs to fill the empty water bottle perched on his nightstand.

He couldn’t move.

Every single inch of his body hurt.

And now he was starting to get shivery under his bedclothes... for fucks sake.

If only he had Pepper, his spaniel mutt puppy, around to snuggle and keep his body cozy and warm like a hot water bag... then perhaps Harry would've been in a better mood. Yeah, definitely. Pepper would've let him bury his snotty face into its soft fur, and not even think to complain if its owner left a puddle of guck all over said fur.

But well, Pepper isn't there.

And being sick sucks.

Especially because Harry really wants some cuddles... and it hasn't been helping his case whatsoever that in this trying day of illness, his mind has done nothing but think of Y/N.

Pondering over what outfit she must have worn that day and what she might be up to while he’s laying there on his deathbed. He also wonders if she has noticed his absence, and if so… if she’s worried about him.

He huffs once he checks his phone again and realizes there are still no messages from her. She doesn’t have to check on him. He knows that, but he can't help that he likes to be cared for sometimes… and as it turns out illness has a tendency to turn him into a big, needy baby... who really wants to have Y/N taking care of him. It would be so good. She could play with his hair the way he likes, give him forehead kisses, hold his hand…

Harry sighs out loud. Her company would be even better than Pepper's, he believes... although Harry isn't so sure Y/N would enjoy having his snot on her as much as his trusty pup would, but that’s beside the point.

It’s even more beside the point because he knows she's not coming to see him.

She’s mad at him, he recalls now. Stupidly so, if he's allowed to think that - he did nothing wrong, after all. She asked him for a “brutally honest opinion” on a design work she was doing for one of her classes, and he simply gave her what she asked for, plain as that. But of course, then she didn’t like what he had to say and got sulky. Just girls being girls, he guesses…

Harry should've known better than to think that would stop her from coming to see him, though. His girl was a little box of surprises, after all... a true master in the art of keeping him on his toes.

She showed up only half an hour after she was done with her classes... softly knocking on his door before poking her head inside with a smile, only for her jaw to drop in shock at the absolute misery that oozed from his pores.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked sickly, almost comically. Harry could have laughed at it if he wasn't so utterly lethargic. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, what do you think?” The girl huffed, shutting the bedroom door behind her and heading towards the end of the bed to get a good look at him, hands on her hips. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Here I was, going about my day thinking you had slept in for being a bum, only to find out through your friends that you were unwell.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his downright amusement at her worried state. Y/N was worried about him? Well then, perhaps her irritation had passed and she had forgiven him… which meant maybe he’d get to have those cuddles he wanted so bad. “I thought you were mad at me?” He poked, eyebrows arching teasingly the best they could with the little energy the muscles on his face could muster.

“Well, I was and am now even more.” She punctuated. “But I still care, obviously. How am I supposed to leave you by yourself when you look like that?” She put down the bag she was holding at the edge of the bed and kneeled next to it on the floor.

“Look like what?” He frowned again. “All snotty and gross?”

“Precisely… and an awful lot like Rudolph the reindeer as well.” Y/N added, with a soft pat to the tip of his swollen, red nose.

Harry smiled at that, right before his eyes fell on the bag over his bed. “Did you go to the store to get those creepy sheet masks you wanted?”

“Huh?” She muttured confused, before noticing where he was looking at. “Oh no, um… these are just some things I got for you. Just vitamins and those gummies for when you have a sore throat, and also uh…” Y/N's cheeks went a little hot. “I got some chicken soup from the buffet restaurant as well, you know… the one next to the drug store. I thought it might do you good…”

“You went to get all that stuff for me?” Harry asked, Y/N hummed happily in confirmation, her eyes gleaming with tenderness. “Y/N... you shouldn't have. That shit is so expensive, and I'm fine, really. It's just a cold. You dont have to worry, let alone take care of me.”

“No offence, but I think I do.” The girl challenged his statement, picking up the halfway used toilet paper roll placed on his nightstand. “For a start, you shouldn’t even be using this to blow your nose. It’ll only irritate your skin and make it more sore.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s such a mum thing to say…” He grumbled in attempt to mask the fact that the secret big, needy baby in him was loving every single bit of the mom talk, and the same applies to when Y/N clicked her tongue chastisingly once he stubbornly snatched the roll off her hand and pulled out some more paper.

She took the chance that he had moved his arm to move a bit closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his pillow. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” She asked, lovingly running her digits through his unwashed curls. They felt a little waxy and knotty in her hands, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She just wanted to make him feel better in any way she could. So she kept playing with his hair, scratching at the roots and combing her fingers through his strands just the way she knew he reveled in - only breaking contact once she was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on her... However, as soon as Y/N began to pull her hand away to check her phone, Harry let out a whine and bumped his forehead against her wrist, in a silent request for her to keep going. “You're such a baby sometimes…” Y/N whispered, proceeding to fulfill his wish.

“Mhm... your baby.” He sighed happily.

Y/N smiled to herself at the state of pure bliss Harry was in. So utterly distracted by the slow puffy nature of his breaths, that she almost didnt notice that his droopy eyes had opened and were now fixed on her. He cleared his throat painfully. “Y/N... can I have one of those gummies you got? My throat hurts and I really want to try one.”

Y/N let out a tiny chuckle at the pleading tone he'd used, nodding as she got up to grab the bottle from the bag. She threw it at him playfully to catch midair, knowing that his reflexes were outstanding. “Ohh these seem nice. I love lemon and honey flavored shit.” He told her whilst inspecting the label.

“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t help but to grin, feeling quite proud of herself for picking the right flavor. But her smile quickly melted into an expression of concern once she watched Harry crack open the bottle and carelessly throw a bunch of gummies into his mouth. “Harry! What are you- that’s not candy! You can’t eat them by the handful!”

“Oi, chill out… it’s just gummies. What wrong could it do?” He asked as he blithely chewed them. Words coming out garbled since he was speaking in between a mouthful.

“Oh, I don't know, perhaps there could be anesthetics in them... but who knows? It was just a thought.” Y/N ironized.

“Really?” He made a wry face similar to hers, inspecting the label closer. “Do you think we can get high on this shit?” He smirked, still chewing as he rolled the container around to check the ingredients in the back. “Cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good afternoon plan to me...” He half joked, cracking the bottle open again and dropping a couple more gummies in his palm.

Y/N heaved at the suggestion. “I think it’s more likely that you get a terrible bellyache, and we end up in the ER...”

“You really think so?” Harry asked teasingly, taking another gummy to his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. Give me that.” Y/N demanded, pushing for him to pass the container, but all he did was shake his head with a mischievous, defiant smirk. The girl rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? Fine.” She shrugged. “Eat as many as you want. Can't wait to watch you shit the bed once those anesthetics give you a loose bottom.”

He chuckled at the warning, amused. “If you’re so bothered, why don’t you come get them from me?” He questioned, but before he could prepare himself Y/N jumped on the bed to try and take the bottle away from his hands, what forced him to abruptly sit up and hold it over his head just so she couldn’t reach it from where she sat. “That was... real cute. Is that all you got, hm?”

Y/N huffed and crawled over his legs until she was practically on his lap. Seeing right through his facade once he happily handed off the gummies without putting up a fight and wrapped his arms around her middle to pull her in for a hug instead. “You must think you're so sly, don't you?” She mumbled in question, going back to petting his hair. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve just said so… I don't mind your germs.”

“I was trying to behave to avoid getting you sick, actually…”

“Yeah right...” Y/N grumbled, dropping her head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I guess, since you've already passed me the germs and all... might as well just give me a kiss, no?” She proposed shyly, waiting for Harry to make the move. He did, pulling away slightly and placing his lips in hers softly. “Mm, more.” She pouted.

“Greedy.” He joshed, pecking the girl's lips again, and again... and once more for good measure. The damage was already done, after all... they might as well just keep doing it. “I feel disgusting, though. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve at least taken a shower and brushed my teeth. Can’t believe you still want to kiss me when I am like this.”

Y/N scratched at the frizzy hairs of his nape. “I promise you don't smell or look nearly as bad as you think you do… and you taste like lemon and honey so, that’s nice.” Harry distrustfully scrunched up his nose at her allegation, sniffing up some in the process before his digits rushed to grab some more toilet paper. He took it to his nose, blowing noisily. “Alright, snotty boy…” Y/N laughed, swiftly crawling off his lap. “How about I go downstairs to plate up our soup while you pick a movie for us to watch as we eat? It can be one of those “guy movies” and all, I promise I won't complain... today only, cause I'm giving you privilege for being sick.”

His eyes strayed towards you with interest, the lower half of his face still covered behind the poorly ripped toilet paper sheets. “I was actually thinking more like a musical or a pixar movie, maybe?”

“God, Harry.” Y/N gasped in awe. “I swear I've never felt more attracted to you in my life. Snot and everything.”

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sneezyminniejo · 2 years ago

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Oh Bother

Jake wants a break and doesn’t think things through

Also @kpopsickiess helped me come up with the idea for this fic

TW emeto

Jake wanted a break. A full on couple of days where he wasn’t expected to anything. No practice, no filming. A day where he could sleep the day away if he wanted. Only he didn’t feel right about asking for a day just so he could relax. Sunghoon and Jungwon both had busier schedules than him. Jungwon being the leader and Sunghoon being an MC. His mental health was fine, he just wanted a lazy day without seeming selfish.

Jake was in his room, googling how to ask for a day off from work. A few random videos popped up on how to fake call in sick to work. He thought about it for a moment before clicking on a couple of the videos. As he watched the videos, he liked the idea of faking sick to get out of work more and more. The only issue being he lives with his coworkers, so he would need to do some real planning.

Jake eventually ended up on ‘Wiki How’ looking up how to fake sick just so he would know what his options were. He quickly ruled out fever, coughing, and sneezing because those symptoms would be way too hard to continuously fake, especially with how much some of his members enjoy skinship. The two that seemed most promising were headache and stomach ache because there wouldn’t be any outward symptoms he would need to maintain throughout the day. However he ruled out headache solely because he knew he’d just be given some pain meds and he wasn’t about to fake a migraine.

He then looked up how to properly fake a stomach ache which led him to an article on how to make some fake vomit. He was a little grossed out at the idea but knew it would make things more convincing, so he clicked on it. He quickly realized that they had all the ingredients in the kitchen, although he would probably need to swap out the oatmeal for rice.

Jake decided to go to the kitchen to make the vomit. First he made sure that no one was around and was relieved to see that the others were all either in the living room or their own rooms. Jake sighed as he went into the kitchen and grabbed a large tumbler from one of the cabinets. He then grabbed a carton of banana milk, a carton of orange juice, and the rice and carefully measured the ingredients out before shaking it all together. He was honestly a little bit surprised at how realistic it looked before placing it in the very back of the fridge..

At dinner Jake began to put his plan into motion. He took a fairly small portion of everything, but really only ate the rice before pushing everything else around his plate. He’s pretty sure that at least a couple of members noticed his lack of eating as he got a couple looks from Jungwon, Jay, and Heeseung, but no one said anything. It wasn’t until he decided to excuse himself from the table before they were all finished eating that someone said something.

“Hyung, are you feeling okay, you barely ate anything?” Riki asked, causing the others to look at him while awaiting an answer. Jake nodded. “Yeah my stomach just hurts a little bit. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.” Truthfully he was hungry, but he read that the best way to fake sick was to display mild symptoms the night before so it’s more believable the following day. He would just have to make do with one or two granola bars that he keeps in his bag. The Aussie member went to his room and ate the granola bars before going to bed early.

Jake spent the night tossing and turning. The anxiety of faking sick getting to him a little. However this is probably to his advantage, as if Heeseung or Jay notice it, it will further suggest that he’s sick. Seeing as he went to bed a couple hours before the others, he also woke up before the others as well. He left the room and went to the kitchen to grab the tumbler from the fridge.

He took it into the bathroom and dumped a little on the floor in front of the toilet, some on the toilet seat, took a small handful of the gunk and smeared it on the bottom of his shirt and pant leg before dumping the rest into the toilet itself. He then quickly went back to the kitchen and cleaned out the tumbler. He then went back to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. He waited a couple of minutes then glanced at the clock on his phone to make sure it wasn’t too early before he started coughing, hard.

Jungwon had woken up and was making his way to the living room to look through any new messages from management. He noticed the light in the bathroom was on but didn’t think much of it until he heard some harsh coughing coming from the closed room. He almost ignored it, but then he thought he heard a splash of liquid under the coughing. His eyes widened as he realized that one of his members was in the process of being sick.

Jungwon wasn’t emetophobic, but he absolutely did not do vomit. There just too many germs and it was too messy. He knew that whoever was sick wasn’t anyone from his room as they were all still sleeping. Therefore it was either Jay, Jake, or Heeseung hyung. Jungwon sighed. He didn’t want to wake any of the others up if he didn’t need to. He decided that as long as the vomit was contained to the toilet he would be able to help out his hyung.

Jungwon knocked on the door, but he didn’t get a response. After having a brief internal debate, he decided to just open up the bathroom door. What he saw was Jake knelt over the toilet with a very clear mess on his lap, the floor, and the edge of the toilet bowl. The leader didn’t even bother entering the room when he saw the mess. Instead he turned around and went straight to the hyungs’ room so that one of them could help out.

Jungwon opened the door to the hyungs’ room a bit too quickly, unintentionally slamming it into the wall. This successfully startled the two awake, so Jungwon wasn’t feeling too apologetic.

“Hyungs, Jake hyung is throwing up.” he said somewhat frantically. Both Heeseung and Jay got out of bed rather quickly to check on the sick member. Jungwon waited outside the bathroom and watched as Heeseung and Jay worked in tandem to run a bath for the sick member and clean up the mess on the floor. Seeing as the door to the bathroom was open, the commotion woke up Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Riki as well. They tiredly left their room to see what was going on before making their way to the living room.

Around fifteen minutes later the eldest three came out of the bathroom. Jay brought Jake to the couch before grabbing the nearest trash can and giving it to the Aussie. Heeseung went back to his room, emerging a moment later with Jake’s baby blanket, knowing that it makes him feel a bit better when he’s feeling miserable.

“I’ve texted manager-nim to let him know that you’re staying here today, okay hyung.” Jungwon said while standing a couple feet from the sick member. Jake shook his head. “I’m fine to work. I don’t even have a fever." The Aussie said before faking a gag over the trash can. Jungwon visibly backed away slightly at that.

“You literally just threw up. You might not have a fever, yet. But stomach bugs don’t always come with a fever. You need to stay here until you haven’t thrown up for at least a full day.” Heeseung said. Jake internally grinned upon hearing that but made sure to outwardly complain about having to miss work. As Heeseung, Jay, and Jungwon were telling Jake why he needed to stay home, Sunoo, Sunghoon, and Riki woke up fully and joined in on convincing the ailing member to stay home. After a few minutes, Jake was “convinced” to stay home under the threat of Jay stealing his phone and calling his parents.

When Sunghoon made breakfast, he only gave rice to Jake. Jake had to stop himself from asking for other food, seeing as it would be a dead giveaway that he wasn’t actually sick. He also made sure not to eat all of the rice he was given as it wouldn’t be surprising for his stomach to still be a tad upset. Just like with last night, Jake excused himself from the table and went to his room under the guise of getting some more rest. He found that one of the others already placed a bucket next to his bed. He grabbed a couple more granola bars from his bag and ate them before getting into his bed and grabbing his phone to watch some netflix.

After about two hours of watching netflix, Jake decided to venture out to the living room to maybe play some video games. He was a bit surprised to find both Jay and Jungwon in the room, as he was pretty sure everyone had schedules today.

“What are you guys doing here, doesn’t everyone have schedules today?” Jake asked as he sat down on the couch. “My vocal lesson got cancelled, vocal coach’s wife went into labor and replacement won’t be here until tomorrow. Therefore I don’t have anywhere to be until after lunch.” Jay shrugged.

“It was decided that what we were going to discuss in my meetings today can just be done over email. I’ll head to the company with Jay after lunch, since that’s when dance practice is. How're you feeling hyung?” Jungwon asked, worry lacing his voice.

“I still feel a bit queasy, but I haven’t actually felt the need to throw up since this morning.” Jake lied. He was enjoying his day off and didn’t want to seem like he was getting better too quickly. He also knew that if he wanted to get a second day off, he’d need to “throw up” again at some point. Jake also couldn’t help but notice Jungwon looked a little bit uncomfortable at the mention of queasiness. He sat down on the couch to hang out with the others for a bit and watch the movie they were watching. The exhaustion he’d been feeling all week decided to take over at that moment and Jake had drifted off within minutes.

Jake woke up around forty five minutes later, although he didn’t want to be awake so he kept his eyes closed. The only reason he ultimately decided to wake up was because he could smell lunch being made. His head had apparently fallen onto Jungwon’s shoulder, as the younger member chuckled a little as Jake stirred awake. Jake’s stomach growled a bit as he sat up, which Jungwon interpreted as an angry rumble as opposed to hunger.

Within seconds, Jake had a small trash can sitting in his lap. “Jay hyung, I think Jake hyung is going to be sick again!” Jungwon called, Jake didn’t miss the slight panic in his voice. He watched as Jay came into the room and calmly swapped places with Jugwon. He took advantage of the situation and coughed over the bucket a couple of times, knowing that nothing was going to come up.

“Jake, I need you to try to breathe. You’re dry heaving. Nothing’s going to come up.” Jake slowly stopped coughing and began breathing regularly insead. Jay then handed him a bottle of water, which he took a couple of sips from. Jake then leaned back so his back was resting against the couch.

Jay grabbed the thermometer and scanned Jake’s forehead, frowning slightly. “You still don’t have a fever, but that doesn’t really mean anything.” Silence fell over the duo until Jungwon returned a couple minutes later.

“Is Jake hyung done?” the leader asked without fully coming into the room. Jake nodded before verbally responding. “I didn’t throw up Wonnie, false alarm.” Jungwon sighed as he entered the room.

“Lunch is ready. Jay made you some plain rice and chicken broth if you want to try eating.” Jake nodded his head. “I’d like to try eating and see if I’m able to keep it down. Besides I think the dry heaving spell I just had might have been more due to lack of food in my stomach than anything else.” Jake partially lied. He does have a small history of throwing up when he’s hungry, although it has yet to happen around his members, but this time it was all acting. Jay looked at him a bit skeptically but ultimately got up to get Jake his food while Jungwon dished up their food.

The trio ate lunch without much incident. Jake ate about half of his food. He only stopped because he knew that people generally aren’t all that hungry when they have an upset stomach. “Do you want one of us to stay here with you? I don’t think it would be too big of an issue to arrange, and being sick while by yourself kind of sucks.” Jungwon asked.

“I’ll be fine for a couple hours by myself.” Jake said. Jay and Jungwon nodded and the meal continued. Lunch ended shortly thereafter and Jay and Jungwon both double checked that Jake didn’t want either of them to stay behind before they left for the company building.

After the duo left, Jake decided to get comfortable on the couch and turn on disney+ so he could marathon some of the classics. After the first movie ended, Jake decided to make another batch of vomit. While he was making the second batch, Jake decided to taste it. The rice added a not so desirable texture, but the overall taste wasn’t bad. He quickly finished the second batch and once again put it in the very back of the fridge.

Jake spent his afternoon lounging in the living room watching tv. He also made himself a more proper lunch since there wouldn’t be anyone to question him eating such rich food on an upset stomach. He did make sure to clean up after himself..

Jake had finished cleaning a couple moments before receiving a text from Jungwon saying they were on their way home. As soon as he heard one of the members greet him, he decided to make a mad dash for the bathroom. He heard someone following him, but he didn’t stop to see who it was until after he was knelt over the toilet and coughing, making a show of fake dry heaving.

Jake could see out of his periphery Sunoo approaching him. The younger pat his back until he finished. “Aish hyung, you’re really sick aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically. Jake just hummed in response then took a couple of sips from the offered water. He then followed Sunoo back into the living room where the members were patiently waiting.

“I was going to ask how you’re feeling, but since you’ve thrown up again I’m assuming the answer is not great.” Jungwon said as he gestured to the bathroom Jake just came from. Jake sighed. “I don’t feel great right now. But I’m sure I’ll be feeling better tomorrow. Besides, I didn’t even throw up, so at the moment I’ve only thrown up once today” Jake was planning on making a bit of a recovery overnight since he’d be getting tomorrow off as well. The company’s sick leave policy was twenty four hours without puking, so he was guaranteed another day of rest. Even though he hasn’t “thrown up” for several hours, the show of dry heaving he just did should be enough to get him the following day off as well.

The group decided to relax a bit by continuing a drama they’ve been watching together. Sunghoon and Riki made dinner for the group and gave Jake left overs from his lunch. About half an hour into the second episode of the drama, Jungwon’s phone began to ring. He quickly excused himself. The leader returned a few minutes later with a frown on his face.

“Manager-nim said that because we have a tour starting next month that we need to make sure we have everything down pat. He also said that because you haven’t thrown up since this morning, you should be fine to go to practice as long as you don’t puke again before schedules start tomorrow. I did try explaining that you’ve dry heaved a few times, but manager-nim says it doesn’t matter. You’re going to practice tomorrow as long as you don’t throw up before practice.” Everyone groaned at this, but Jake made sure to protectively wrap his arms around his middle. He was also glad that he had decided to make that second batch after all.

As the group got ready for bed, Jake found a quick opportunity to grab the tumbler full of his fake vomit and sneak it into his shared room. The night stand next to his bed has a small cabinet in it, so he stored it there. He then got ready for bed himself, which pretty much just meant taking a shower and brushing his teeth. Jake then got into his bed, sidestepping the bucket that had been sitting on the floor since that morning.

Jay and Heeseung came in a few minutes after Jake was in bed and scrolling through his phone. “Are you sure that you’ll be okay to go to practice tomorrow? Your stomach is still very clearly upset even if you haven’t thrown up in over twelve hours.” Heeseung said. Jake was about to respond, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Jungwon walked in once Jay opened the door.

“Hyung, I tried calling manager-nim back to get you tomorrow off as well, but he’s not moving on you going into practice tomorrow, even though you’re clearly still in no condition to do so.”

“I’m fine Wonnie. Worst case scenario is I probably end up watching practice if I start to feel queasy. I’m probably not going to throw up again anyway since it’s been so long since it last happened.” Jake didn’t miss Jay rolling his eyes, but Jungwon nodded before going to his own room. The trio then finished getting ready for bed before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

Only Jake didn’t actually fall asleep. He pretended to drift off to sleep until he heard the breaths of his roommates even out. He then took his phone out and continued to scroll through social media for a bit. He read through various posts on weverse. As much as he wanted to respond to Engenes, he didn’t know if his dongsaengs were still awake, and he knew that they would get a notification from the app if he responded to anything.

After roughly another hour of scrolling through various social media platforms, Jake decided it was time to get sick again. He quietly plugged his phone in and opened the cabinet containing his fake vomit. He did his best to quietly pour some of it on his bed, in the bucket next to his bed, and on the floor next to the bucket. He hesitated a bit when the sound was a bit louder than he was expecting it to be, but relaxed when neither Jay nor Heeseung stirred in the slightest. Before putting the tumbler back in the cabinet, he took a fairly large swig of the chunky liquid so he could cough something up.

Fortunately or unfortunately for the Aussie, he took too big of a swig. He had just enough time to close the door to the cabinet before he gagged on the mouthful of liquid and it splashed onto the floor. He started coughing a bit too, but not enough to cause him to throw up for real.

With how violently he coughed up the liquid, both Jay and Heeseung shot upright in their bed and looked around slightly confused before they got out of their own beds to help the sick member. Jay quickly turned on the light and the older duo cringed a little bit at the decent size mess that was both on the bed and the floor.

Heeseung went over to Jake’s bed and looked into the bucket. He was glad that at least some of the mess went into the bucket instead of on the floor. Heeseung grabbed the bucket and held it underneath Jake as he and Jay helped the Aussie get to the bathroom. The trio stumbled a bit down the hallway and Jake’s coughing was by no means quiet.

The trio arrived in the bathroom and Heeseung left Jake in Jay’s care so that the eldest could change Jake’s bed sheets. Jay grabbed the thermometer that had been left on the counter and scanned Jake’s forehead again. “Still no fever Jake. If it weren’t for the fact that you threw up yesterday morning and literally just puked all over your bed, I’d almost think you’re pretending to be sick.” Jay chuckled a little before drawing up a bath for the sick member.

Jake was still sitting on the toilet lid with the bucket in his lap when Jungwon walked in. He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Hyungs, why are you up? It’s two in the morning.”

“Jake puked again.” Jay said as he turned off the faucet of the bathtub.That woke Jungwon up immediately. “Shit, that sucks Jake hyung. I-I’m going to quick shoot manager-nim a text saying you’re not coming in today.” Jungwon ran out of the bathroom rather quickly compared to how sluggish he had entered. Shortly after Jungwon left the bathroom and Jake was bathing, Heeseung returned with a change of clothes.

“We don’t actually have any clean bed sheets right now, so I think sleeping on the couch would be the best idea, unless you want to sleep on a bare mattress.” Jake just nodded. It was now well past the time he normally went to bed and he was ready to sleep. He finished bathing and got into his fresh pajamas before moving to the living room. Jake was tired enough that he fell asleep shortly after getting himself situated.

The following morning, Jake woke up to the sounds of hushed whispers. He stretched as he slowly sat up. He was met with the concerned looks of the three maknaes. “How’re you feeling hyung?” Riki asked as he placed his hand on Jake’s forehead. Jake shrugged. He still wanted to sleep. Between intentionally staying up two hours late and sleeping on the couch, he was still fairly tired.

“I feel okay, but I just want to go back to sleep.” The three youngest nodded in understanding. “Sunghoon’s making you some plain rice to eat, and manager-nim wasn’t happy when he received my text.” Jungwon said. The leader went on that their manager was probably more irritated about a slight change in schedule than anything else. The group still had a few weeks before their next big group schedule, and not to worry about it.

Sunghoon came into the living room a few minutes later carrying a bowl of rice and a cup of tea on a tray. “Here Jake. Hopefully this won’t upset your stomach too much. Also I finished breakfast, so I’m going to go wake Jay and Heeseung hyung.” Sunghoon said. He handed Jake the tray of food then went down the hallway. The three maknaes got up and went to the kitchen.

A couple minutes later, the three maknaes had returned to the living room with plates of food, and Sunghoon had returned with Jay and Heeseung sleepily trailing behind him. The three that had come from the bedroom grabbed their own plates of food from the kitchen and joined the others in the living room. As all the members fully woke up, Jungwon began talking about their schedule for the day.

“So all of us have packed schedules today, and we won’t be able to stay behind if something happens.” Jungwon continued to list off exactly what each person had going on for the day. Afterwards Jay and Heeseung filled in the the four youngest members in about how sick Jake had gotten the previous night. Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Riki definitely looked concerned and Sunoo expressed slight regret that none of them would be able to stay behind to help out if Jake gets sick again. Jungwon honestly looked a bit grossed out when he heard a bit more at how Jake had thrown up all over his bed and the floor. At that moment, Jungwon got another text from their manager.

He sighed as he read the message. “Manager-nim said he won’t give you the day off until he sees you in person. He says that you need to come to the company building to speak with him.” All the members groaned at this and complained a little bit before finishing their breakfast and getting ready for the day. Jake reluctantly followed his members to the van. Sunoo handed him the bucket after he sat down.

Jake fell asleep in the car ride to the company building and barely stirred when Sunoo tried to wake him up. Sunoo and Riki wound up helping the half asleep member into the building and to their manager’s office. The manager wasn’t super happy at seeing Jake being brought into his office half asleep and carrying a bucket. The manager was about to start lecturing Jake on how he didn’t look sick and feeling a bit nauseous wasn’t a good enough excuse. Jake, however, was smart enough to pretend to gag right then and there, coughing for a minute while also spitting into the bucket he was holding. The manager finally acquiesced and told the others to go practice while he drove the Aussie home.

Jake was still tired from the lack of sleep he had gotten the night before and was too lazy to go to his room to sleep on his bed that may or may not have fresh sheets. He went back to the couch and got as comfy as he could before drifting off to slumberland.

Jake woke up a couple hours later to his stomach growling. He got up and walked to the kitchen to make himself some eggs. He brought the plate of food back to the living room and began to watch tv while he ate. When he finished eating he continued to watch tv for a bit before getting bored and switching to playing video games. He got a couple of check in texts from his members asking how he was doing and he responded that he was feeling okay and that he hadn't thrown up again. After a couple hours of playing video games, Jake started to get tired again. So he turned the tv off and got himself resituated on the couch before falling asleep again.

Jake wound up being far more tired than he thought. He began to stir awake to the sound of the front door opening. However he wasn't ready to open his eyes just yet, so he decided to continue to lie on the couch with his eyes closed. The members were talking fairly loudly as they entered the dorm. Jake did his best to not laugh when everyone immediately quieted down when they entered the dorm and saw his "sleeping" figure.

He listened for a bit as the others went around the dorm to put their things away. As he heard the six members begin to settle themselves in the living room, Jake decided to actually wake up. The members were currently whispering about what movie they wanted to watch tonight, when Jake stretched out his arms, indicating that he was awake.

“Morning sleepyhead. How’re you feeling?” Jay asked in English as he placed his hand on Jake’s forehead, once again not feeling any unusual warmth.

“Good, I haven’t thrown up at all today.” Jake replied also in English until his brian supplied that he should probably say it in Korean so that the others understand as well. They all looked rather happy upon hearing that Jake’s stomach appeared to have completely settled since his midnight vomiting spell. The members filled Jake in on what happened at practice while they filtered in and out of the room to change into their sleep wear.

Heeseung and Jay were the last ones to change, and they were both scrunching their noses a little bit when they returned to the living room. “I’m going to quick do a full, proper mopping of our room. There’s still a lingering smell from Jake puking this morning.” Heeseung said before turning around and heading to the laundry room to grab the mop and related supplies. Sunoo turned the tv on and put on a movie that all seven of them have seen multiple times.

Around fifteen minutes later Heeseung came out of the shared hyung bedroom carrying a tumbler with a disgusted expression on his face. “So I was mopping the floor, when I realized that the smell seemed to be coming from Jake’s night stand. I wasn’t really expecting to find anything, but when I opened the little cabinet, I found this tumbler.” Heeseung was explaining. The members were getting confused as his expression and voice were implying that he was angry about something.

“Jake, why does this tumbler appear to have what looks like puke in it?” Heeseung asked in an accusatory tone. All the members looked towards Jake, who suddenly looked a bit pale.

“Well, you see, I. You know how..” Jake was stuttering over a possible explanation as his face gradually turned red in shame. “I’m not sick. I mixed together rice, milk, and orange juice. Then I pretended to puke. All the gagging and dry heaving I did yesterday was fake as well.” Stunned silence fell over the group at the confession. After a couple of moments Jungwon went to his room and slammed the door. Jay followed the leader a moment later, leaving Jake in the living room with Heeseung and the rest of his dongsaengs.

“Jake, why would you do something like that?” Sunghoon asked looking incredibly confused.

“I just wanted a break with no chance of management or anyone asking me to do anything. If I faked a cold, or a minor injury, or even just asked for a couple days off, I knew that wouldn’t happen. Puking was the best way to guarantee a couple days off to properly rest.”

“And how was your break, hyung?” Sunoo asked, clearly annoyed at Jake because of the sarcastic tone he used. “You do realize that Jungwon is borderline emetophobic right. Not to mention he’s definitely a bit germaphobic. Puking might not throw him into any sort of panic, but the thought of being exposed to whatever virus you “had” made him contemplate checking into a hotel for a few days.” He continued, explaining to Jake how he had fucked up.

Jake was now feeling guilty as Sunoo rightfully chewed him out. He knew that Jungwon didn’t like getting sick and knew that the leader would keep his distance when one of the others was sick, but for some reason he thought it was more of a ‘I don’t have time to get sick’ thing, as opposed to getting sick in general. Jake needed to apologize to everyone, but especially Jungwon.

Once it seemed that Sunoo was done berating him (Again rightfully so). Jake ducked his head in shame. “I’m sorry. It was selfish for me to fake sick for a break when some of us have busier schedules than others.” Jake stood up from the couch with his head still hung low. “I’m going to try to apologize to Jungwon.” Jake quickly muttered before heading in the direction of the bedrooms.

However, Jake changed his mind about apologizing before he knocked on the door. If Jungwon was as uncomfortable with him being sick as Sunoo said, the leader is probably pissed at him right now. It’ll probably take more than a few words and a full bow to properly apologize and ask for forgiveness. Instead of knocking on the door to the maknaes’ room to talk to Jungwon, Jake went to his own room to think.

After a few moments of thinking over how to apologize, Jake came up with a couple of things. He was going to offer to do the younger’s chores for the next month along with his own. He was also going to offer to take the younger out to dinner, his treat. He also had an idea that would definitely be a bit embarrassing, but would hopefully make the younger laugh and ultimately forgive him. Jake texted their manager, and not wanting to get into trouble with him, told him that he was feeling much better and hadn’t had any symptoms since that morning. He also asked for a driver to be sent over as he had an urgent matter to attend to and that he will be back in practice the following day.

Jake wrote something on a piece of paper and slipped it under the door to Jungwon’s room. He then went back to his own room to make sure he had his wallet and keys before heading out of the dorm. He heard a question from Sungoon, and he quickly replied that he was going to apologize to Jungwon in a big way.

Jungwon stared at the note that had been slipped under the door. All it said was ‘Turn of weverse live in one hour’. The leader was familiar enough with his members’ handwriting, that he knew that Jake had written the note, but he wasn’t sure why. What he did know was that he was feeling hurt about how his hyung had disregarded his discomfort around people being sick, and pretended to be sick to get a break. If he’d actually been sick Jungwon wouldn’t have been mad, because you can’t control when and how you get sick.

Jungwon showed the note to Jay who had followed him to his room. The older looked equally confused about what it could mean. “He could have at least apologized.” Jay muttered as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Jungwon hummed in agreement. He honestly didn’t really want to talk to or see Jake for at least a day, which would be rather difficult since they live and work together. He also knew that Jay was feeling similarly. Since Jake first “Threw up”, Jay had been getting increasingly concerned and Jungwon had found him on webmd a couple of times looking up potential causes of puking and when to see a doctor. Jungwon at one point had to confiscate Jay’s phone because he was spending too much time overthinking everything.

“I’m going to go talk to hyungs. See if they know what Jake hyung’s planning” Jungwon left the room. After a few moments Jay also exited the room.

When Jay entered the living room he found Heeseung and his four dongsaengs all looking at the note. “So what do you guys think? Why does Jake hyung want me to tune into weverse live in less than an hour?” Jungwon asked

“Well, he said something about a big apology as he ran out of the dorm, so it could be that.” Sunghoon suggested, although none of the members could properly fathom doing such a public apology. After some more discussion of what the Aussie could possibly be planning, they ultimately decided to just wait until he went live and see what happens.

When the hour finally passed, the group waited to get the weverse notification. When they did, Riki was quick to open up weverse and turn on the live so that they could all watch it. Riki and Sunoo both started laughing a little at Jake, who was dressed as Winnie the Pooh. The group immediately decided to head to the company to talk to Jake in person.

“So, umm, Hi Engene. You’re probably wondering why I’m doing a live stream at such a weird time and also why I’m dressed as Winnie the Pooh.” Jake then moved a bit farther away from the camera and to the best of his ability went into a full bow. “Heeseung hyung, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Niki, and especially Jungwon. I am completely and truly sorry for how I acted yesterday and today. I did not mean to hurt your feelings, nor did I mean to worry you. Jungwon, I promise to do all your chores for the next month and I’m going to treat you to dinner next time we go out.” A few moments after the apology, Jake tried to stand up but misjudged how big and clumsy the costume would be, and he promptly fell on his stomach. “Oh bother.” He said trying to do an impression of the character he was dressed as. He then tried to get up again, this time with success. He then went over to the computer and started playing some music. The Winnie the Pooh soundtrack to be exact.

The Aussie did some quite frankly ridiculous dances to “Up, Down” and “Rumbly in the Tumbly”. He lost balance a couple of times, and each time said “Oh bother”. Once the Winnie the Pooh songs ended he went closer to read the comments. “Think, think, think. What song should I dance to next?” Jake watched as comments flooded the screen.

As Jake was reading some of the comments out loud the door opened. “Hyung, you look ridiculous.” Jake startled a little as he hadn’t expected any of his members to be in the building since he had last seen them at the dorm. “I also think that you should dance to Gangnam Style.” Jungwon had a smirk on his face as he said this that only grew wider as Jake groaned. Before Jake could actually respond though, Jay had already queued up the song and it had started playing

All of the members were laughing at how ridiculous Jake looked and dancing to Gangnam Style dressed as Winnie the Pooh. The others joined in on the chorus and after the song ended everyone sat on the floor and began reading the comments. There were several directed at Jungwon asking if he accepted Jake’s apology for whatever he had done.

“Do I accept hyung’s apology? Maybe after he dances to EXO sunbaenim’s Love Shot.” The other members cheered for Jake to do it. Sunoo helped Jake stand up and Sunghoon put the song on. It was even more hilarious to watch Jake attempt Love Shot in his costume.

“Okay hyung, I forgive you as long as you don’t do it again.” Jungwon said some of the teasing leaving his voice as he said it. “I promise Wonnie.” The members read a few more comments and some were asking exactly what Jake had done.

“Jake decided to play a bit of a prank on all of us yesterday and didn’t think through how we might not all appreciate it. He unintentionally hurt Jay and Jungwon’s feelings in the process, so this is him trying to make it up to them.”

“By the way Jake I also accept your apology dressing up as Winnie the Pooh and doing a live stream is enough for me.” Jay said before taking out his phone and going up to the Aussie to take a selfie with him. The group stuck around for a couple more minutes and continued to answer some of Engene’s questions. Then they signed off and decided to head back to the dorm.

“I really am sorry guys. I was only thinking of myself and how much I wanted a break. I should have put more thought into how my actions might have affected the rest of you since we all live together.” The others waved him off as at this point they had all forgiven him.

“I have one question hyung. Why Winnie the Pooh?” Riki asked.

“Who doesn’t like Winnie the Pooh?” was all Jake said in response. The other members couldn’t help but make noises of agreement. For whatever reason Jake insisted on waiting to get back to the dorm to change out of the costume, so the ride back was a bit interesting.

#enhypen #sickfic #emeto

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iwriteficsandtragedies · 3 years ago

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Player: Oscar Mingueza

Warnings: smut because it’s Amy’s birthday month! @footballffbarbiex happy birthday/three year anniversary, I love you to bits ♥️

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Oscar’s so chill, all the time. You suppose it’s handy in a crisis. When you’re in a mood, though, a mood for no reason - well, never no reason, but not always a good reason - he’s calm and even and never returns your rotten looks or snarky remarks. You can’t even hang up the phone in a fight. He just calls you back.

It’s fucking annoying.

You’ve given yourself a headache staring at him, fiddling away at his controller like he doesn’t see the line between your eyebrows. Why are you pissed? You just are. You woke up pissed. Maybe it’s PMS. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe…

You get to your feet, head for the kitchen. A snack might not fix your mood but it won’t make it any worse. There’s still some pie in the fridge, too, and you’re a grown woman in your own home so who’s to stop you from sitting on the counter and eating the whole thing straight from the tin?

Oscar has the nerve to smile at you when he asks for a bite.

“Pie is for winners.” You point your fork towards the living room. “I saw the zombies get you.”

He giggles, the bastard. “A consolation prize, then.” He rests his hands on your crossed legs. “Please?”

You hope your face reflects how annoyed you are. “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He opens his mouth, smiling again when you still won’t give him a bite. “Something’s wrong.”

“I just don’t want to share my food.”

“I could,” he says, glancing downwards. “Have a taste of you then.”

“Really?” You roll your eyes at him as you eat the last bite and set the tin on the counter.

He moves his hands to the counter, which brings him closer into you. “What’s wrong, baby,” he asks, lips soft against your forehead. He’s so… tender. Gross.

“Nothing,” you insist, “I said I’m fine.”

“OK,” he returns, backing away, hands raised in self-preservation. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t say…!” You didn’t say to leave you alone, dammit. He just stands there, smiling, looking so fucking sweet when you’re obviously in a mood to fight. “Nothing. I’m in a mood. It’s nothing, it’s fine.” You scoot yourself towards the edge of the counter, legs hanging over the side. “Just…. Just give me some space.”

Oscar doesn’t give you space; he inserts his body between your legs instead, hands at your knees before you can try to squeeze them together. He’s still smiling. No, he’s smirking.

“If you keep rolling your eyes like that, they’re going to fall onto the floor.”

“I said give me some space.” “I heard you.” There’s a change in the way he’s looking at you, in the curve of his lips and the tone of his words. He reaches back to pull his hair free. The waves fall around his face and yours. “I know you like to pull it.”

“Wha-“ He crushes his mouth to yours, and you can still feel him fucking smirking against your lips when he coaxes them open, tongue twisting easily around yours in a lazy, but hot dance.

“Surely,” he murmurs, hands sliding under your thighs to cup your ass. “We can do something about this mood.” He bunches the fabric of your shorts in his hands and pulls, the bare skin of your thighs making a thwack against the counter. He smirks again at your gasp. “Cold?”

“It’s marble,” you grumble, but your heart’s beating faster; you can feel the wetness pooling in between your legs; the heat is already flowing through your veins. You wanted a reaction out of him - seems you’ve gotten one.

His eyes lower to your chest, where the chill has hardened your nipples under your shirt. His smile widens as he wedges his hands under your legs to pull you closer to the edge, hiking them upwards, and it makes you fall back on your hands. The smirk is gone, but his lips are parted, eyes focused on your sex. “Have I ever told you I love the way you smell?”

Your insides flutter. “No.”

A flicker of a grin passes over his face again. “That’s a lie.” He bends, effortlessly hiking your knees over his shoulders to latch his mouth to your clit and sucking, pleasure shooting through you when he breaks the seal of his lips and moans into you. “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue through your slick. “So fucking sweet, baby.”

You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging, and another smile flits across his mouth before he returns to your hyper-sensitive, needy pussy, the pressure of his mouth just right, just right don’t stop right there fuck fuck fuck and you come hard against his face, bucking your hips into his chin, cursing and whimpering and moaning his name.

When he rises up again, face slick with you, he presses another kiss to your lips, inhaling sharply, before pushing you cautiously back against the marble. Your skin is flushed and running hot; the cold stone feels good now, and you stretch your arms over your head with a light, contented sigh.

“Oh, she’s relaxed now, is she?” His joggers are tented, but he doesn’t touch himself. He pinches softly at your clit, twisting the nub delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Your belly tightens and you whine his name. “If this is what you needed,” he says, his touch rougher. “You could have just asked.”

The smartass response forming on your tongue is lost when he buries two fingers into you, pulling a whine from your chest as you arch off the marble, the pad of his thumb stroking over your clit while he fucks you with his fingers and stares, drinks you in as he pushes you again to the edge only to hold you there, quivering and panting and begging to come til he moves his hands just so and it hits you again, lighting up every nerve like a firecracker and the only sound you can make is the high-pitched sob that burns in your throat.

A single tear of relief breaks free from the outside corner of your eye. “Fuck,” you exhale, willing the air back into your lungs. Your legs are still resting against his shoulders, and he strokes his fingertips over the length of them.

“Another one in the bedroom, I think,” he says, kissing your ankle. “That should do it.”

“Shutup,” you laugh, shoving at his shoulder with your foot.

“See, still grumpy. Better make it two more.” The smirk is back.

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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You Don’t Remember?

EZ Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language (mild)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This one was a lot of fun. 🥰 Drunk EZ with some light angst and some fluff to wrap it all up. Enjoy, and as always, feel free to shoot me any requests you have!

You groaned as the sound of your phone vibrating jolted you from your sleep. You blindly groped around your nightstand until your hand found it, forcing your eyes to open to see who the fuck was calling you at this hour. You saw EZ’s name flashing across the screen. Of course. But there was no way you could let the call go to voicemail.

“What, EZ?” you grumbled.

It was loud in the background and you knew that he was partying, “Y/N, I miss you.”

You laughed, forcing yourself to sit upright, “So much that you had to call me at 2AM?”

“Can you come get me?” Your brows furrowed when you heard his question. If he was partying at the clubhouse his trailer was a very short walk away. You wondered where he had ended up. As if he could hear your thoughts, he spoke up, “I’m at the clubhouse. Lights and water are out in my trailer and I really don’t wanna call Pop.”

You laughed, not being able to blame him. Felipe would do anything for his sons, but this wasn’t something that he would be necessarily happy about. You sighed, “Fine. I’ll be there in 20. Grab some clothes to change into…I don’t want your gross party clothes ruining my couch.”

“You’re an angel, Querida.”

You rolled your eyes—he was always such a flirt when he was drunk, “See you in a bit, EZ.”

The two of you were close, you knew that you didn’t need to change out of your pajamas to go and get him. You pulled on a beanie and slipped into your sneakers before heading out the door. The whole drive there you just had to chuckle and shake your head. Sometimes you worried that EZ was going to grow apart from you as he got in deeper with the MC, but if you were his first drunk call at 2 in the morning after a night of partying with the club, you had to have been doing something right.

You rolled into the compound, the music outside filtering into your car. You laughed, shaking your head as EZ came stumbling out of his trailer, clothes balled up in his hands. You left the car running as you opened the door and stepped out to greet him. His smile grew wide when he saw you, wrapping you in an extremely tight hug. You laughed, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull out of it.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled down at you, “Thank you so much.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Thank me in the morning when you’ve got a killer headache.”

You both climbed into your car and EZ melted back into the passenger seat. You put the radio on low to kill the silence as you pulled back out onto the street. As you drove, you felt EZ’s eyes on you. You glanced a quick look at him as you were driving and chuckled to yourself when you saw the starry-eyed way he was staring at you.

“You’re still in your PJ’s, Y/N,” his voice was always a little softer and lighter when he was drunk.

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, because you woke me up at like 2 in the morning, EZ.”

His eyes grew wide, “Are you mad at me?”

You looked over at him for a moment flashed him a smile, “Of course not. I’d always rather have you call me than try to drive or something while you’re drunk. Please don’t think that I’d be mad at you for that. But, it will mean that I am picking you up in my pajamas.”

“We should do pajama parties more often.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “You sleep in your goddamn jeans, EZ. I don’t even think you own pajamas.”

He laughed, turning in the seat to face you, “They are my pajamas, Y/N.”

“Just because you wear them to bed doesn’t mean they’re pajamas,” you glanced at him and couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the way he was staring at you.

A few more minutes passed and you were pulling into your driveway. Your house wasn’t much but it was a safe place for him to crash until whatever was wrong with his trailer got fixed. You hopped out the car and walked around the other side to open his door for him. He stumbled out, leaning slightly onto you for support as he tried to get his footing. The two of you walked up to your front steps, bodies somewhat entwined as you dug around your purse for your house keys.

You pushed the door open and led EZ down the hall to the bathroom, “You can get changed and stuff in here. I’ll grab some blankets and a pillow for you for the couch.”

His arm lingered around you for a little longer than necessary but you didn’t feed into it. You shut the door behind you and walked down to your bedroom to grab some blankets for him. A few minutes later light flooded into the hallway as EZ exited the bathroom. You waved him over, trying not to gawk at him in his tank top and basketball shorts.

He laughed, “I brought shorts because I know you hate when I sleep in jeans.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Then maybe we can have more pajama parties in the future,” you stepped in and hugged him, “I put some water and advil on the coffee table for you. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

He squeezed you close to him, taking a deep breath as he rested his head on top of yours, “You’re beautiful.”

Your whole body warmed at the sentiment but the realistic side of you said not to put too much stock into drunk words. You had said you fair share of dumb things while intoxicated, too. You pulled back and smiled at him, “And you’re handsome even when you’re drunk. Goodnight, EZ, give a shout if you need anything.”

You went to walk away but he pulled you back by your arm, pressing his lips against yours and snaking his hand underneath your beanie into your hair. You let yourself melt into it for a few moments before realizing just what was really happening. You slowly pulled back and looked at him, and the smile on his face made your stomach flip.

“Goodnight, Querida,” his voice was tired and he was beginning to mumble, “Thank you for everything.”

You couldn’t force yourself to say anything else as you all but ran off down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind you. You leaned back against it, trying to catch your breath as you processed everything that had just happened. You listened against the door for a minute and you were met with complete silence and you assumed that EZ had already fallen asleep.

You crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up over you as you stared up at the ceiling. You had no idea what the next morning was going to be like. What were you supposed to say? Was he going to be the one to bring it up? The thoughts raced around your head until they tired you out enough to fall asleep.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your shower running. You sat up and stretched, trying to gather your thoughts. You still had no idea how to approach the subject of what happened. You were hoping inspiration would hit you when you saw him. You changed into a pair of shorts and a hoodie before heading out towards your kitchen to get breakfast started. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy but you also assumed that in his hungover state he wasn’t going to be in the mood for food that was too complex anyway.

A few minutes later you heard footsteps behind you. You looked over your shoulder at EZ to see what state he was in and you weren’t disappointed. “You feelin’ alright?” you asked with a smile.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled out a chair at your table to sit down, “I’m not feelin’ alright, thanks for asking,” he pressed his fingertips against his temples, “Not gonna lie, I woke up and got very worried because I wasn’t in my trailer,” he laughed, “I do not remember getting here last night.”

Your heart sank but you tried to hide it. You forced a smile, “You don’t remember callin’ my ass up at 2AM to ask me to come and get you?”

He looked over at you and was trying not to laugh as he apologized, “I’m so obnoxious I am so sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile as you brought two plates over to the table, “Don’t be sorry. You weren’t that obnoxious.”

“Did I say anything stupid?”

You contemplated telling him what happened, but if he really forgot maybe it was better for the both of you if you kept it to yourself. You shrugged, “Nothing stupider than some of the shit you say when you’re sober.”

He laughed, rubbing his head again, “You gotta stop talking to my brother. You sound more and more like him all the time.”

“You mentioned last night that you have no water or lights? What’s up with that?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “I don’t know. I called Pop to ask him who I should call and he gave me a couple names. Called one guy and he said he’d be out sometime this weekend to look at what’s going on.”

“You need a place to stay until then?”

“You offering?”

You wanted to backpedal but you also didn’t want to seem like a dick. He didn’t remember what happened and you wished that you could wipe it from your memory but you couldn’t. You didn’t know how to tell him that you might need a couple days of space. You cleared your throat, nodding, “I mean, yea, if you need to crash you know my door is always open for you. Just figured that Angel would’ve offered up his spot.”

“Yea like I’d wanna be crashing with him,” he laughed, “But, um, it would really help me out. I shouldn’t be here more than a couple days.”

You nodded, regretting everything you were doing, “Yea, of course. I always got you,” you paused “I got a couple errands to run today though. So, if you want, I can drop you back at the clubhouse and you can pack some stuff and take your bike back here?”

He nodded, “Sounds good.”

After breakfast you dropped him off at the clubhouse and tossed him your house keys, knowing that he was going to be back before you were. You gave a quick goodbye and took off, needing to go and clear your head. You left EZ in the dust, slightly confused on why things felt just a little bit off.

The rest of the day you managed to find more things to do to keep yourself from having to go home. You wanted to see EZ but you hated living with the fact that he had kissed you, and you had loved it, and he doesn’t remember any of it. You contemplated reaching out to Angel, but you weren’t sure if you were up for that.

You pulled into the driveway and sighed. The lights were on, and EZ’s bike was parked in the driveway. You had a few bags of groceries, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to come home empty-handed without cluing EZ in to the fact that something was wrong.

You walked in, the smell of food instantly hitting you. You walked to the kitchen and saw EZ at the stove. He turned back to you with a smile, “Hey, hope you don’t mind, I kinda helped myself to your food,” he laughed, “But I did make enough for both of us.”

A smile spread across your face without you even thinking about it. The sight of EZ cooking in your kitchen after a long day made your heart swell inside your chest. You lifted up the grocery bags, “Well, good thing I went shopping today.”

You unpacked and put away everything that you had bought, trying not to let yourself get caught up in the domesticity of what was going on around you. You wanted to lock yourself up in your room so that your mind wouldn’t get carried away. This wouldn’t be messing with you so much if he hadn’t kissed you—it would just be two friends spending time together. But he had kissed you, and now it all felt different.

You ate dinner together, and you tried as hard as you could not to act different. But you could tell that EZ was picking up on the fact that something was off. He didn’t say anything about it specifically, but you could tell that he was choosing his words carefully.

At the end of the night you gave him a hug before disappearing into your room, shutting the door firmly behind you. You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. If he was going to be here for a few more nights you didn’t know if you were going to be able to keep it together. You texted Angel, “I need your advice. Can we meet up tomorrow?”

His reply came quickly, “Yea come on down to the clubhouse.”

“Not there.”

“Pop’s shop?”

You sighed with relief, “Yea sounds good.”

The two of you firmed up a time and it helped you be able to fall asleep. Maybe he’d have some insight that would help you navigate the whole situation. After all, no one knew EZ better than his own brother.

EZ left early in the morning. He left a note saying that he had some club stuff to take care of and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t relieved. You called Angel up, “Hey, change of plans. Wanna come over to my house to talk?”

“Uh, yea,” he sounded confused, “Sure. I can be there in like half an hour.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you soon,” you hung up and set about making yourself a cup of coffee while you waited.

You heard a motorcycle rolling into your driveway about thirty minutes later. Angel let himself in and found you sitting at the table in your kitchen, still in your lounge shorts and an old t-shirt. “Hey, Y/N,” he walked over to give you a hug and a kiss on the top of your head, “Everything alright?”

“I need your advice.”

“Shoot.”

“So, I picked your brother up from the clubhouse the other night, and he was…pretty drunk.”

“What’d that motherfucker do?” his whole body tensed up.

You laughed, waving him off, “Relax, nothing terrible. Anyway, he was pretty drunk. And he kissed me. But, Angel, it was a real kiss, a game-changing kiss. The only thing is…well…he woke up the next morning and didn’t remember it,” you buried your face in your hands, “And now I’m left with all these feelings and he’s currently living in my fucking house and he has no idea about any of it. And I know I’ve been off with him and he knows it and I just can’t fucking say anything about it.”

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why can’t you say somethin’?” he looked genuinely confused.

“Because he was blackout drunk, Angel. I don’t wanna make things weird.”

“No offense, Y/N,” he chuckled, “But it sounds like you’re already making things weird. How much weirder can it get if you tell him what happened? Who knows, he’s probably actually into you.”

“You think?” you hadn’t let yourself entertain that thought for too long, not wanting to set yourself up to get disappointed.

He laughed, “He’s not me, you know. He’s got a much more…narrow scope when it comes to hookin’ up with people. I’d find it hard to believe that he would do that to someone he didn’t have some kind of feelings for, even if he was drunk.”

You sat there in silence for a few moments, soaking up everything Angel had just said to you. You sighed, “I gotta talk to him, huh?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea, you do,” he stood up, placing another kiss on top of your head, “You got this. And, if he’s a dumbass about it, call me and I’ll beat him up.”

You laughed, nodding, “Thank you, Angel. For everything.”

“I gotchu,” he shot you a wink before heading out.

You took a couple minutes to catch your breath before reaching for your phone to call EZ and ask him to come home. It rang a couple times before he finally answered. You forced the words out, “Hey, are you…are you gonna be back soon?”

“Umm, I mean, I can come back whenever. It just…it seemed like you needed some space.”

“Can you come back? I need to talk to you.”

You could hear the nerves in his voice, “Yea, I’ll be there in ten.”

He strode through the door, looking around eagerly for you. He saw you sitting on the couch cross-legged with your phone in your lap. You looked up at him and offered a small, nervous smile. He walked over and sat down close to you, fighting the urge to reach out and take your hand in his.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

You nodded, “Uh, yea. I, I think so,” you ran your fingers through your hair nervously, “I just…I know I’ve been acting weird the past couple days.”

“If me staying here is too much, you can say so. I’ll go crash with Pop or Angel.”

You shook your head, “No, no. It’s not that. I just, I’ve been really confused about a couple things,” you took a deep breath, “You know how I picked you up the other night?” you looked over to him and he nodded but didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt you, “When you were saying goodnight to me, you kissed me. And,” you chuckled despite the tears welling up in your eyes, “it was a hell of a kiss, EZ. But then, you…you didn’t fucking remember. And I’ve just been kinda fucked up about it.” You could see it on his face that his heart sank at the sight of you in tears over him. “I just,” you took an unsteady breath, “I need to know what your actual feelings are. Because I really care about you and I…I wouldn’t mind getting kissed by you like that all the time,” you smiled, “But I’m not looking to put you in a weird position either.”

“Jesus, Y/N,” he leaned back against the couch with a laugh, “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I thought I could just forget about it too, but, apparently not.”

He scooted closer to you and finally took your hands in his own, “I’m really sorry that you had to find all of that out while I was drunk,” he shook his head at himself, “I know it wasn’t me at my best. But I really do care about you so much. And I’m pissed that I can’t remember my own first kiss with you but—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. The shock faded out of his body and you felt him relax and lean into you. Just like before, his hand naturally crept up into your hair and you smiled through your kiss. You placed your hand on his side and pulled him closer to you. The heat from his body seeped through your shirt and you never wanted to pull away.

Finally, the two of you had to come up for air. EZ leaned back slightly, his hand falling to rest on your leg. Both of you were smiling, and you could feel your cheeks getting hot and you knew that your whole face was turning red.

“Was it like that?” EZ finally asked with a chuckle.

“Something like that, yea,” you laughed.

“Yea,” EZ pulled you over to you were lying on top of him, “we should definitely be doing this all the time.”

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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Gojo lyric challenge

I found this cute lil challenge on Pinterest! A picker wheel chose Gojo, I excluded repeating lines or else I would have gone mad, and the song I chose was medicine by shawn wasabi :)

“I’m so- so sick!” Sniffling like a toddler with a wicked cold on a Friday night wasn’t what you had in mind when you imagined how your weekend would go. Wrapped tightly in a blanket, you shivered on your couch as sweat began to form on your brow.

“How bad is it, (Y/N)?” Satoru asked over the phone, running a worried hand through his hair. You sounded awful, much worse than when he talked to you the day before. Your voice was shoddy and he could hear you breathing through your mouth.

“I’m cold sweating and I love it.” Rolling your eyes, you crumpled into the couch cushions with a groan. “One moment I’m hotter than ever, the next I’m colder than ice! I feel high, not sober.” Deflating even more, just being awake was a struggle for you right now.

“Want me to come over and bring you medicine?” His heart ached for you, and even though he was at the school it was the weekend, surely he could disappear for a few days with no issue?

“No, I don’t want you catching this.” Throwing the blanket over your eyes, you fought back the urge to sneeze. Satoru had begun speaking again but you were too busy scrunching up your nose to listen, head pounding from the effort.

“(Y/N), babe? You listeni-”

“Achoo!” Fumbling with your phone, the force of your sneeze - and the two that came after the first - was enough to push you further into the couch and fumble your phone, effectively hanging up on Satoru and dropping it between the couch cushions.

Ripping the blanket off your face, you blindly grabbed the box of tissues you left near you. There was snot pouring out of your nose, making your face irritated from all the rubbing you were doing.

Too numb to do anything else, you grabbed your phone and trudged to the bedroom, shivering with every pass of air against your face. Once in the dark room, the dull headache you had subsided slightly and you collapsed under the covers after taking a shot of cold medicine.

Tossing and turning in the night, your sickness felt like a fever dream that would never be over. With the medicine it was easy to fall asleep, but through the course of the night you woke up in a feverish fog, not fully conscious but enough to toss the blankets off your sweat covered body and then grab them again.

Waking up in the morning was a struggle, sleep still having a tight grip on you as your body tried to fight the illness. Your blankets were up to your chin, but there was sweat pooling in the ditches of your body.

Just as you were about to throw the blankets off your body and cool off, your phone began to ring, it’s incessant vibrating making the mattress shake.

“H-hello?” Fishing through your blankets, you grabbed it on the last ring.

“(Y/N)! Baby, how are you? I tried to call you back last night but you didn’t answer!” Satoru’s slightly scared voice spewed out over the phone. Taking a few deep breaths, you finally freed your body from the blankets.

“I’m wide awake in bed with my clothes on the floor.” You grumbled, looking to your side to see every article of clothing you went to sleep with in a pile. Satoru chuckled at your answer, relieved that you had survived the night without him.

“Let me come over today, please? I’ll bring some medicine and make some soup for you?”

“I don’t have anything to make soup.” Shivering as all the sweat evaporated away, you burrowed under the blankets again.

“I’ll go to the store.” Satoru answered immediately. There was a heavy pause as you thought over his answer, brain sluggish on forming words. “C’mon (Y/N), don’t leave me hanging. At least gimme a no.”

“I’m thinking.” You said with a whine, making Satoru laugh again.

“You really know how to test my patience.”

“If you come over you have to wear a mask, I don’t want you to get sick.” Now it was Satoru’s turn to whine. You could almost imagine him stamping his feet on the ground like a child and pouting.

“Fine, I’ll wear a mask. Now what kind of soup do you want, I’ll go to the store before I stop by.”

“Surprise me.” Ending the call with a curt grunt, you relaxed back into bed. There was no energy in your body, not even enough to grab the medicine off the bedside table or get a glass of water for your parched throat.

Falling back into a restless slumber, you slept through Satoru calling you once he was at the store and when he was outside your apartment. Luckily for him, he had a key to your place and was able to let himself in, tiptoeing quietly through your house.

“(Y/N)?” He called out for you, taking off his mask once he saw you weren’t in the lounge room or the kitchen. “Are you sleeping?” Walking to your bedroom, he grinned when he saw you passed out and drooling on your pillow.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Satoru fixed your blankets and moved your body into a more optimal sleeping position, one where your neck wasn’t being strained in a weird way and your head was elevated to help you breathe.

“Satoru?” All your twisting and turning had left you tongue tied, mouth feeling incredibly dry as you said his name.

“Hey sleepyhead.” Leaning a little closer to you, he grinned widely at your confused face, his eyes searching you from behind the glasses he had on.

“P-put your mask on, dummy.” Fumbling to push him away, you grabbed the mask that rested on his chin and pulled it over his face. “You’ll get sick.”

“(Y/N), I already am sick.” Fixing the mask on his face, Satoru laughed. “You got me feeling lovesick.”

“Lovesick?” Rolling your eyes at the cheesy line, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face.

“Mhmm, and ooh baby do I love it!” Gripping his heart dramatically, Satoru delighted in the fact he got you to laugh. Even behind his mask you could tell he was smiling like a fool as he looked at you.

“So what did-” Your question was cut off by a gross, wet cough. There was sticky phlegm coating the back of your throat, and the force of your actions had snot running down your nose a little as well.

“Here, here.” Grabbing you a few tissues, Satoru sprang up from the bed. “I’m going to make you some tea.” Nodding as he left the room, you coughed into the tissues and blew your nose loudly.

With a spinning head and wobbly legs, you pulled yourself from bed and threw the tissues away, walking blindly to the bathroom to take care of the needs that you’d been ignoring in favor of sleeping.

“What’re you doing out of bed?” Standing at your empty bedside with his arms crossed, Satoru tapped his foot impatiently as you reentered the room.

“Pee.” You said with a sniffle and Satoru immediately dropped his arms, pulling back the covers to help you lay back down.

“I bought some really strong herbal tea from the store, an old lady told me it works really well for sickness.” Picking up the mug he left on the bedside table, Satoru blew away the steam billowing from the top.

“It smells horrible.” Even with your nose blocked you could smell how strong the tea was and your lip curled in disgust.

“I know, but it’ll make you feel better.”

“I don’t want it, Toru.” Your lip formed a heavy pout and you turned away from him, turning your back on the tea that you could smell even with your face pressed into a pillow.

“Just have a little bit, I promise you’ll feel better!” Tugging on your shoulder, Satoru eventually wore you down enough to make you turn over. With watery eyes and a soft glare you took the mug and took a drink of the tea.

“Oh I love how it tastes!” Nearly gagging on the strong taste, you swallowed down a big gulp to appease Satoru. Falling back down into bed, you rubbed a hand down your face. “Happy now?”

“Very. I’ll go start on the soup.”

“Did you get a recipe from that old lady?”

“No, the internet.” Flicking your arm, he left the room. You could hear him digging through a few shopping bags and banging pots and pans in the kitchen. The longer the tea sat in your stomach, the more it warmed you up and soothed your throat. Taking another sip, you slowly got up from bed.

“Hey, what’re you doing up?” Satoru peeked at you from the kitchen, his sharp blue eyes watching you trudge to the couch with a blanket wrapped around you.

“I’m bored just laying in bed sick.” Propping yourself up on cushions, you sank into the couch with a labored sigh. “So why not be sick out here?” Satoru chuckled, mumbling an agreement before returning to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, the soup was done. It was a simple recipe, one that Satoru didn’t need to fuss over too much in terms of prep. Carrying another steaming cup of tea in his other hand, he sat next to you on the couch.

“Here’s the soup, and more tea.” Sitting up slightly, you attempted to take the bowl from him. “Are you sure you’re feeling well enough to feed yourself?”

“Yes.” Right as you said it, a sneeze pushed your head back, leaving your temples throbbing.

“Mmm, I’ll help.”

“Whatever.” Sitting up more so he could feed you, you tried not to look at Satoru’s cheesy grin as you ate.

“Ya know, I don’t know if I’m supposed to like it this much, you being sick and all.” He cooed, setting the bowl down to give you some tea.

“If it was up to you, I’d never be getting better.” Taking a sip from the tea, it burned your tongue and made you wince. “I want more, more of the soup.”

“Of course, my love.” Bowing his head, Satoru picked up the bowl again. “Now here comes the airplane!”

Once all the tea and soup was gone, you curled into the side of the couch. Wrapped up tightly in blankets, you weren’t really paying attention to what was on the television. There were slow or sudden conversations that you couldn’t follow, words being spoken that went right over your head.

“How could you sleep with both my father and brother?!” The soap opera character on screen shouted angrily, getting ready to throw a drink at another.

“Toru, what am I watching?” Lifting up your heavy head, you looked to the other side of the couch, where the man in question was watching the show intently.

“Hell if I know but it’s pretty interesting.” He answered with a shrug, taking a glance at you. “Hey, why’re you so far away?”

“Because I’m sick.”

“I’m lonely.” He pouted behind the mask you insisted he keep on. “I want to hug you, you’re not feeling well.”

“Don’t touch me!” You shouted to the best of your ability with a painfully scratchy throat, but it was too late. Satoru was already leaning over to your side of the couch, encroaching on your space and manhandling you to the middle to lay on him.

“It’s always worth the wait, each time we touch.” Snuggling into your blanket clad body, Satoru let out a hum.

“Satoru Gojo, let go of me!” Attempting to wiggle out of his embrace was impossible, he had too tight a hold and your body wasn’t exactly at its strongest.

Your struggling made the blanket you’d wrapped around your head fall off, exposing your face and head to the cold air. Seeing the opportunity present itself, Satoru leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Satoru! Why’d you kiss me you’re gonna get sick!” You watched in horror as he threw his mask onto the coffee table.

“You should know by now babe, all the rules are always bending, but only for us.” With a smug grin, he gave you another kiss before you could dodge him.

“The principal will be mad if you get sick because of me.”

“Eh, let ‘im. Who cares?” Leaning back, Satoru took you with him, moving more of you into his lap. “I’ll kiss you every day and every night, no matter the circumstance.”

“You’re so annoying.” Mumbling under your breath, you cozied up into his embrace more, no longer having the energy to fight it. Rubbing a hand up and down the full length of your back, Satoru let out a hum. It was quiet between you two for a few minutes, until a tickle in the back of your throat forced your body to convulse in a strong cough.

“Oh baby.” Satoru frowned slightly, giving you a few hard pats on the back. “Have a tissue.” He stuffed a couple in your hand, watching behind his glasses with concern in his eyes. “Hey, how often should you have medicine? I don’t think you’ve had any today.”

“Gi-ve me m-medicine twice a day. That’s what the label s-said.” You answered between coughs, fighting to catch your breath.

“Okay, one sec.” Shifting you off his lap, Satoru dashed to your bedroom to grab the bottle of medicine. When he came back, your coughing had subsided, but you were mentally drained from the ordeal.

“You’re too good to me, Toru, I’ve taken up your whole day being sick.” Dabbing at your watery eyes, you noticed the distinct lack of direct sunlight coming into the room. The sun was setting behind the buildings surrounding you, casting long shadows into your home.

“(Y/N), I don’t care. I won’t leave until you get better, I’ll stay forever if you let me.”

“Forever’s a long time.” You grinned, taking the tiny cup full of medicine that he poured for you and drinking it quickly.

“You make time feel never ending.” Satoru replied, getting comfortable on the couch with you again and cuddling you in his lap.

“You’re so cheesy.” Giggling at the line, you wrapped him in a hug. “Don’t be mad at me if I keep you up at night with my coughing.”

“Keep me up, I don’t mind.” Giving you a kiss on the cheek, Satoru hugged you back even tighter. “Just gives me more time to watch these stories.” He pointed to the TV right as two characters got into a fight.

“What a wonderful doctor I have.” Rolling your eyes, you lay your head in the crook of his neck, letting the dialogue from the TV become white noise and lull you to sleep.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Their sick S.O. throwing up

Hello sunshine, I love your Ateez writings so much! Can I request an Ateez reaction to you waking up in the middle of the night being sick and you throw up?

Ohhh this is a good one, your mind. This is a non-gender specific one, so there’s there’s that, as well :)

Songs Listened To: My bird’s chirping

Hongjoong ♡:

• Snoozin woozin when he felt the bed shake as you struggled to throw the covers off of you

• In his post-sleep haze, he’d still be very concerned as to why you were so frantic

• “What’s wrong?”

• You wouldn’t be able to answer though, because, well, just as you hopped out of the bed and began to run to the open door...

• Blurghwaggbleghughagh 🤮

• Immediately rushed up to go steady you because gorl- you were HEAVING

• Holding onto that wall for dear life, eyes tearing up and everything. Yikies, here’s a glass of water or sum

• Tried scrubbing the vomit off your shirt, also went to fetch a wet rag and water

• “Fuck..,” You’d still be queasy, unconciously holding your stomach and staring down at the multi-colored puddle of your mushy dinner, trying not to look at Joong out of an odd sense of embarrasment, “I’m sorry… it got everywhere…”

• “Hey, hey, no一it’s not your fault at all, honey,” He’d frown and guide you back to bed

• Helped you change into different jammies and cleaned up with you, as well as got you a bucket

• Wouldn’t stop cuddling you and asking if you still felt gross ;(

Seonghwa ♡:

• You’d already felt your gut stirring when you went to bed, but you weren’t expecting to wake up in a cold sweat and experience the disgusting nausea that was happening in the same bed as Hwa

• You let out a pained whimper, head aching like it was being pounded on, and attempted to sit up

• You suceeded, but not without waking up Seonghwa

• He made a noise that you couldn’t quite register in the pain you were in, cuz damn you were trying your hardest to not pass out from the horrible headache-bordering-on-migraine

• “Mm… Baby…? Are you ok?”

• “I-… Ow..,” Was all you could get out. Your voice wavered, cracking, and the copious amounts of saliva that began to coat your mouth was a clear sign your stomach was readying to empty its contents, not to mention the lurching of your intestines

• The best word to describe it would be ‘agonizing’

• One second you were trying to slide the covers off you, the next, you were leant forward and throwing up all over the comforters and mattress

• It was literally horrible, dawg. Your throat felt like it was forcing itself open, and the yellow chunder that expelled from your mouth burned the inside lining of your trachea. You wanted to game end, maaan 😔��

• But it all turned out ok, because Hwa was there to help :))

• Acted fast after he got over his initial shock; bundled up the blankets and ushered you off the bed, gently pushing you towards the bathroom with a kiss to your forehead so you could go take a shower, and cleaned up the bed hella quick

• When you came back, he’d gave you a bunch of kitheth all over your face except your lips and slipped a hand under your shirt to gently rub/pat your tummy while you relaxed into his chest cuz he knew you still felt groggy (I’m gonna start crying, bro..)

Yunho ♡:

• Freaked the fuck out when you stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom

• Though, since that bitch was sleep, it looked kinda like 😵

• “____..?”

• Followed you haphazardly out of pure worry, and was like “Oh! 😧” when he saw you bent over the toilet and just adujadhbauidbuaqbduw into it

• The sounds also made him feel worse

• Nasty as hell, why do you sound like you’re throwing buckets of water into a kitty pool and burp right before it splashes

• Anyways

• It was hell for you :)

• While the ceramic of the toilet’s sides as well as the cold tile floor helped cool your feverish body and hands down, the smell of the water made your nausea worse. You could feel the sweat gather at your forehead as you banged your hand down on the lid out of strain and need to get bearings, gorl, you looked a literal mess

• You’re lucky Yunho doesn’t judge since he’s sweetness :D)

• Was genuinely really concerned; eyebrows knit in regard and a hand rubbing your back with each retch you made

• “It’s ok.. It’s ok,” He’d repeat, not really knowing any other way to comfort you

• When you were done, he’d kiss your temple and help wash your mouth out, praising you for getting to the bathroom in time and being so strong

• Scared puppy eyes the entire time [insert a crowd of awes]

Yeosang ♡:

• Had no idea what was going on when he opened his eyes upon the sound of your staggering footsteps in the hallway

• Then he heard you vomiting

• Was like ‘word? I know they did not just...’ and got up to peek his head out from the doorway

• Saw you bent over, only a couple feet from the bathroom, and holding onto the wall for dear life as you spewed ALL OVER the floor

• Couldn’t help but make a ‘😬’ face

• Like, you’re his baby, dawg

• He doesn’t wanna see you like that 😔

• Nervously laughed before moving over to step around the puddle, coming back with cleaning supplies, a cold rag, and a bucket

• “And here I was, telling you that you had a stomach bug and should get a bucket just in case”

• “I don’t need your bullshit right now, Yeosang,” You flipped him the bird but still smiled at his teasing, then cleaned up the mess with him

• He’d tucked you into bed and put the rag on your forehead (kithed your eyelid for good luck UwU), and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when he realized the face you were making

• You looked kinda sad bro :(

• “What’s wrong?”

• “I feel kinda guilty. You were right, I should’ve gotten a bucket so I didn’t have our hallway all nast-”

• “I was just kidding, baby,” He grinned and put an arm above your head as he turned on his side to face you, caressing your cheek, “It wasn’t your fault. Plus, it was a... bonding moment?”

• “You literally got puke on your big toe, Yeosang-”

San ♡:

• When he felt the bed dip as you stood up from it, he cracked an eye open at first, but then he heard you gag and the sound of you spilling your fucking stomach out

• Shot up from his original position with wide eyes

• Now he was fully awake lol

• “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me..,” You said to yourself, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve and looking back at San with an expression that apologized before he could ask if you threw up

• “Did you...?”

• “Yeah.. Just go back to sleep, I’ll clean it up,” You didn’t give him time to reply before you already left the room to go get napkins and a cleaning agent

• In the end, he still helped with wiping it up :)

• Gave you some pepto bismol before you both laid down

• “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad... I could’ve gotten you medicine..”

• “WHY ARE YOU CRYING-”

Mingi ♡:

• Panicky ;(

• He was wondering where you were when he woke up because he was thirsty

• So on his way to the kitchen, he got his answer

• Bitch- you’re so loud and for what lmao

• I get it, I get it. You’re going through a horrible experience by literally regorging both stomach acid and everything you’ve eaten the day before, but like, why do you sound like you’re dying

• Shit, maybe you are, nvm

• Pushed the already ajar bathroom door open the rest of the way and got an unwanted eyefull of you hurling into the toilet bowl

• Bb was so worried about youuuu *sobs*

• Didn’t know what to do with himself for a sec, so he kinda just bounced in place and messed with his fingernails until he finally realised that it’d be helpful if he got you some medicine

• “I got you something for your stomach,” He stood beside you by the sink counter, where you were rinsing your mouth out, and held out the round pink tablets for you to sit on the surface of your tongue and wash down with some water

• “Thanks, babe,” You mustered a weak smile, ruffling his hair in adoration for the boy

• “Oh, you look like a zombie, ____!”

• A crybaby

• Literally flung himself onto you and squeezed you half to death, nuzzling his cheek against your own and ready to cry for you when you put a hand on his chest and let out an exhausted groan

• “You’re gonna make me throw up again, Mingi...”

Wooyoung ♡:

• Omgomgomg it’s my favorite gang member 😍

• Disqusted

• Was woken up by you shaking his shoulder

• “Huh...?”

• Sat up from his side, then saw the huge puddle of puke in the center of the covers

• Was like “Dawg.... I loved this comforter 😞,” and took a moment of silence to weep on the inside

• Then he clowned you about it :D

• “Ewww, dude!” He whined, pushing your arm slightly and looked towards you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he waited for your reaction

• “I can’t help it, asshole!”

• You were ready to rip his head off lol

• The auDACity of this wench 🙄💅🏽

• Teased you, yet still helped clean everything up

• Two-faced ass

• Be’d make fun of the situation a lil bit, but he understands :)

Jongho ♡:

• Ah, he looks so soft in this gif UwU

• No judging from bb

• He understands you’re not feeling good, and that’s ok ;(

• So when he opens his eyes at the sound of you know, BLAKBURGHWHAGABLEGH 🤮, he’s already figured that you got sick

• You’re next to the bedroom door, holding onto the wall for leverage and clutching at your stomach, still shaking from the sudden action

• “Uh-oh, did you throw up?” He mumbles as he slides off the bed and makes his ways towards you, rubbing his eyes

• “Yeah...”

• “Go sit near the toilet for a bit just in case more comes, I can clean this up”

• You sigh and frown, appreciating the offer but not wanting your boyfriend to fix a mess that you made. Especially a gross one.

• “Jongho, you don’t have to...”

• He presses a kiss to your forehead and doesn’t answer, instead, placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you out the door and to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen

• “You don’t need to worry about me, just make sure you’re ok”

• The absolute sweetest ;((

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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I am very excited even if I have a headache right now. I am excited because our heat is finally fixed!!! It happened around 3 this afternoon. Its finally not horrible in here.

And today was a good day. I am a little over tired right now. But I will be okay.

I slept good last night. I woke up as James was leaving for work. I would sleep a little longer though once they left. The apartment was still very cold and it was hard to get up. I would just enjoy laying in bed for a while.

I got up and got dressed. Loved my new overalls today. The check pockets are slightly a weird shape but my phone fits just fine. I had a hotdog and got to work on my to do list.

I did not finish everything. I did not do the science center stuff I need to download. And I still cannot find my BMI id. But I did everything else.

I fixed the falling power strip in the kitchen and threw away any gross leftovers in the fridge. I did my general cleaning. Sweetp was sleeping on the couch a lot today. Understandable. I worked around him and tried to not bother him.

I worked on my temperature blanket. It's going very well. I also made another large bear. I tried tucking and stuffing the arms this time and I like the different look it has. I'm going to keep trying different ways to play with the pattern before I change it. I think the neck is a bit to long. James says they look like aliens. But I'm a good way.

I packed an emergency bag for me and James for the car. With extra socks and shelf stable snacks and lotion and tissues and other things. Then I cleaned up the car. Put things in their proper bags (everything is stored in totes) and got rid of trash and things. I need to vacuum in there. Maybe I will do that tomorrow. But I am pleased with what I accomplished.

I cleaned the frog tank. Which smelled terrible. I need to do another partial change of the water I think. But it helped a lot to clear the water.

I would just spend some time chilling. Mr Will came by and brought the mail. My new canvas backpack came. Very excited about that. And he said he's going to come by tomorrow to put some kind of ceiling up. And that the heat would be on tonight! He thought 4 but it would start coming on sooner then that. It was very exciting.

I was doing some exercise when the heater starter making high pitch sounds and then everything smelled weird. Tell take signs that our old heaters are working again!! The group chat was blowing up everyone was so excited. It's not like hot but it's so much more comfortable. I feel like I can exist in here. And if I need extra the space heaters will help. But it's a huge improvement.

I would eat some food. Watch some videos. Decide on my next print. It was a good day.

When James got home we caught up on what we did and they made naan for dinner. We had very good Indian and watched some silly videos. We also looked at wedding rings and may have found the one we like. It has been a nice night.

James is playing DND now. I got a shower and am cozy in bed now. Tomorrow we both work at the museum!! And I get to meet some new coworkers. And I'm really hoping it's a fun morning and we accomplish good stuff.

Goodnight everyone. Remember to wear your masks.

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putas-in-suffering · 5 years ago

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Fluff #65 with Angel or EZ

✨“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”✨

This took on a life of its own without permission. El espiritu de la puteria was with us lol!

“Bitch, don’t even act like you’re not in love with him.”

You nearly choked on your drink at your best friend’s bold words, thankful that the bar was loud enough to conceal the not-so-secret secret from wandering ears.

But she wasn’t wrong, she hardly ever was when it came to matters involving you, having known you long enough to consider you like more of a sister than a friend.

“Okay fine! So I love Ezekiel, y que?” You responded defensively, eyes nervously darting everywhere but in her direction.

“Does he know that though?”

You didn’t trust yourself to answer, so you took another long sip of your margarita instead. The bitter aftertaste of the tequila lingered on your tongue like the words you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say to your boyfriend. It was silly really, considering how long you’d been with EZ, but it still felt like such a huge leap.

She sighed at your silence, reaching out to place her hand over yours.

“Girl, what are you waiting for? You know he loves you too. I mean, the man looks at you like you’re his whole fucking world or something. It’s kinda gross.”

You smiled up at your friend, her validation meaning more than she’d ever know.

The thought of how much you loved EZ invaded your mind, the very look your friend described flashing through your memory, bringing tears to your eyes and a warmth to your cheeks. Tequila always made you sentimental, but you also knew it wasn’t the only reason to blame for the flood of emotions you were experiencing.

“I’m gonna tell him,” you turned to face her, your posture and voice suddenly confident as you dug around in your purse.

“If I can just find my phone....”

“Oh this thing?”

Your friend playfully waved your phone in her hands. It was safer in her possession than in yours, given the state you were in, but that didn’t stop you from reaching for it, nearly spilling your drink on the bar top.

“See, that’s why I’m not giving this back,” she laughed, tucking the phone away in her purse.

“Bitch,” you spat with a laugh, which she returned.

***

You stayed at the bar for hours, laughing and drinking until you’d both had your fill of both. It was last call when you grabbed your purse and excused yourself to the bathroom. You stumbled inside less than gracefully, catching your reflection in the mirror. You admired yourself for a moment, wondering if EZ would have liked your outfit, what he might have said to you if he was there, what he might do. The thought alone bolstered your confidence.

You set the purse down on the counter to look for your lipgloss, except the contents were completely unfamiliar. A small gasp left your lips at the realization that you’d grabbed your friends purse instead of your own. But you didn’t rush to return it, not when you knew that your phone was finally back in your possession. You held it in your hands like it was the holy grail, toying with the idea of calling EZ just for the hell of it.

Maybe it was how much you missed him or maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, but you decided to call him either way. The rush had you bouncing on your heels, waiting eagerly for him to pick up the phone, to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

After what felt like ages of ringing, he finally answered, but you winced at the sound of his voice, finding his panicked tone confusing-- the late hour not really dawning on you as a valid cause for concern.

“Hey, you okay?!”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic actually,” you lilted, and EZ swore he could hear the batting of your lashes through the phone.

He smiled at the sound of your voice, happy that you’d had a good night out with your bestie. You deserved it-- you deserved it all, in his eyes. You’d been nothing short of patient and loyal, supporting him through all that came with joining the MC, and for that he would be grateful to you until his dying day.

“Sounds that way. You drunk, baby girl?” His soft chuckle went unnoticed, but the implication for something else, something mischievous, was there.

“Maybe so,” you giggled, now pacing the empty bathroom, twirling a loose curl between your fingers.

“Do you need me to pick you up or something, amor?”

Leave it to Ezequiel to be chivalrous when you were so clearly flirting with him.

“Or something...”

Oh, so it was that kind of call.

Your sultry tone had him licking his lips, and despite his better judgement, he indulged you in whatever impulsive game you wanted to play.

“You by yourself?” His voiced had dropped an octave, sounding deeper, more dangerous.

“Yes, but I wish you were here with me.”

It was pointless to hide your neediness from him when he was always one step ahead of you, anticipating your every move, knowing you even better than you knew yourself at times.

“Yeah? And if I was, what would we be doing right now?”

“All sorts of fun things, baby,” you teased with a bite of your lip.

***

You leaned against the sink, skin balmy with sweat, the top half of your dress pulled down, chest heaving from the orgasm you’d just pulled from yourself. EZ grunted on the other end of the line, having reached his own peak, your name leaving his lips with a soft laugh. It was too easy to give into your whims, but there was no denying you.

“Fuck,” you swallowed thickly, trying to catch your breath.

“I love you.”

You spoke the words with such ease, as though you’d been saying them all along. You didn’t even flinch or think twice when they left your lips.

“I love you too, baby,” EZ confessed, his voice softer now, utterly vulnerable and sincere.

“EZ,”

Your response died in your throat as a heavy knock on the door starltled you back to reality.

“Put your fucking calzónes back on, cochina. The Uber is here,” your friend alerted you, with a little too much enthusiasm.

You visibly cringed, fumbling with the straps of your dress to regain some long-lost modesty.

“EZ, I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“See you then, baby,” he sweetly offered, making you smile one last time before you stood to face the music outside.

You wobbled slightly as you exited the bathroom, the blush on your cheeks not fooling anyone as to what you’d been up to, least of all your friend who had caught the tail end of the show.

“Can’t take you anywhere, I swear,” she giggled, hooking your arm in hers to lead you outside.

“Oh please, no te hagas la santa,” you shot back with a smirk.

***

The next morning you woke up grateful the room was no longer spinning, though the same could not be said for the splitting headache and dry mouth you were now cursed with. Tequila, that sneaky bitch. You laid around most of the day, until you got a text from EZ that made you jump out of bed and straight into the shower.

On my way, see you soon.

You got ready as quickly as possible, opting for a laid back look, EZ always did say how much he liked you without all the extras. You felt the thunderous sound of his bike rattle in your chest as he drove up, the anticipation of seeing him making your restless. He never had to knock because you always met him at the door, and today was no different.

You watched him as he walked up your drive way, imagining, not for the first time, what it might be like to see him come home to you every night exactly like this. To share a home with him, maybe even a life.

From the moment he reached the door you were convinced you never wanted him to leave again. He looked up at you with that smile of his, the one that made you weak in the knees, and you couldn’t help but melt. You jumped straight into his arms, holding him so close that you could feel the beating of his heart against your own.

“How you feeling today?” He spoke softly in your ear, holding you in his arms as though you weighed nothing at all.

“Better now that you’re here,” you beamed up at him as he walked you both further into the room.

You landed on the couch with an breathy laugh, legs straddled around EZ, who was all too smug at your placement on his lap. You talked about everything from life, to the MC, and everything in between until a comfortable silence took the place of lively conversation.

Your eyes were beginning to fall closed, the comfort of your boyfriend’s strong arms unmatched by anything, when his voice cut through the silence.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

You stilled in the embrace, breath caged in your lungs at the blunt delivery of his words. The memory was fuzzy at best, the whole night had been a blur of liquor and laughter, but for as much as you wanted to deny it, you did remember. You couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest, recalling how easily he had said it back, as though it had been on the tip of his tongue, aching to reveal the secret you both kept from each other.

“Well, it was a little more than that, remember, lover?” You smirked, wiggling your brows suggestively to diffuse the tension with humor.

“You’re lucky I love you,” EZ deadpanned, but a sly smile pulled at his lips soon after, his deep eyes fixed on yours.

“Yeah?” You playfully mocked, but your heart was bounding in your chest.

His face inched closer to yours, a rough hand cupping your cheek, lips brushing against yours in the whisper of a kiss.

“Yeah.”

Without skipping a beat, you closed the space between you, crashing your mouth over his in smoldering kiss full of longing and relief.

“I love you too,” you finally confessed without hesitation. “So much, Ezekiel. I have for so long.”

There was only a soft grunt before he pulled you down by the nape, kissing you with a ferocity you felt down deep in your bones. When you pulled away breathlessly, he was looking into your eyes, an overwhelming feeling so pure tethering you to him— the unbreakable bond of love.

#ez reyes #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes x you #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc

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honestlyhappyharry · 5 years ago

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Alcohol

You hate seeing how Harry looked when he came home. He was always getting into fights, but he always won. You know he's dangerous but what he did outside of the house you didn't know.

And you hated that. You hated that you didn't get to see him or talk to him.

When he gets home late again that night for the 5th time in a row you get brave enough to really confront him about it.

"Where were you? I tried calling."

He's heard that for the 5th time this week but can he blame you? If it was the other way around he knows he would have done so much worse.

"It doesn't matter, Y/n."

"Doesn't matter? It doesn't matter that I'm worried about you?" You ask.

He grabs a vodka bottle out of the fridge, also for the 5th time this week. You take the bottle from his weak grasp and hold it far away from him. "And now you're drinking?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, now give it back."

You cross your arms. "No."

His head snaps to you, your faces so close together. "Then you know where the door is."

That makes you gasp. "So you're kicking me out? Because I'm trying to help you? Har-"

"I don't fucking care, Y/n! Go away!" Your heart breaks when he goes under the cabinet this time and grabs an unopened bottle of liquor.

"No, baby. You're going to hurt yourself if you don't stop." You try to get that out of his grip also. And in the middle of the struggle you lose your grip and the bottle slips out of your hold.

You gasp as it hits the floor and glass shards and the gross smelling liquid goes everywhere. You close your eyes tightly as you don't want to see Harry's reaction. You don't have to though. You can feel the anger radiating off his body.

You didn't really know what to do at this point. "You fucking clumsy bitch!" He screeches. "That cost a fortune!"

"Harry, I'm so sorry! I-I'll buy you another one!"

"Get out." He roars as he points to the door.

"But Harry, I don't have anywhere to go and it's freezing outside." You shiver just at the possibility of walking outside when it's so cold.

"Not my fucking problem! I don't want to see you anymore! I hate you!" He gets to the floor as he tries to think of a way to clean it up.

Your face crumbles in pain as the tears come down your cheeks. You take a blanket from the end of the couch, but a voice interrupts. "That's my blanket."

You quickly sit the blanket back down on the couch and mutter a quick "Sorry."

He doesn't say anything.

You walk out the door and the cold rushes into your veins. One thing you've always hated was the cold. But the one thing on your mind was where would you stay?

You know he always had a bad habit of keeping the doors unlocked, but tonight it made you glad. You climb into the backseat of the vehicle and try to spread your limbs out.

When you start to feel colder you place your body in the feedle position, in hopes of getting just a little bit warmer.

That night, the sound of the chattering of your own teeth is what out you to sleep.

~ 3rd person

Harry drunk until his heart was content, and he really didn't know where it would end.

He didn't really pay attention to what he had just said or did to his poor Y/n. At the moment and time he didn't care.

When he awoke in the morning in their bed he stretched his limbs and went to grab Y/n and pull her close to him. He had a massive headache and he wanted to hold her so the pain would seem a little more bearable.

But when he found no body he sat up and looked around the room. "Y/n?" He mumbled.

He reached over to the night stand and looked at his phone. 7:37? Y/n never woke up this early. He was always the one to wake her up so they could go make breakfast together and watch TV.

He shot out from the bed and looked everywhere, the dining room, the bathrooms, the closets. He never would have been able to get around the house that fast for any other reason.

"Where the fuck is she?" He mumbles as he runs a hand through his hair. Y/n, y/n, y/n was the only thing on his mind.

The kitchen.

He sprints to where he hopes to god she is. When he find the broken bottle of liquor on the floor that stinks up the whole kitchen, he frowns.

Many thoughts run through his mind.

Did she get so tired of him drinking that she left, without even saying goodbye?

Did she get hurt while trying to step over this glass?

Finally one thought sticks as he fully steps into the kitchen and the memories of last night crash through his mind.

He was so horrible to her.

His heart clenches in his chest as a tear rolls down his cheek.

He grabs his coat and a blanket and runs outside. "Fuck, it's so cold. She hates the cold." It's so cold that as the snow falls his tears turn to icicles.

When he gets to his car he flings open the door and when he sees his precious Y/n curled up in the fetal position his sobs get louder.

When he places a hand to her cheek to wake her up she's freezing.

"Baby." He lets out a cry. Her eyes flutter open and when she sees Harry she sits up quickly, despite the cold making her feel like everything was numb.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't have anywhere to go." She didn't want him to be mad at her.

"Shhh. It's okay, baby. Let's get you inside."

He wraps her in the blanket and starts to carry her in. "Love, I'm sorry."

She doesn't say anything and that makes him worry. Is she mad? Of course she's bloody mad, Harold

When he gets her inside, she still clings to his body like her life depends on it. "I'll cl-clean up the mess."

And Harry had never shaken his head quicker. "No. I will. Don't want you to get hurt. Plus you need to warm up. I'll make you some tea." He carries her to the bedroom and covers her up with multiple blankets.

He presses a kiss to her lips in hopes to warm them up, since they were practically blue.

When he leaves the room, Y'n's cries fill the room. What is he really does hate me

As her cries get louder, Harry hears. He's never sprinted up the stairs so fast in his life.

When he gets to her she's completely breaking down in front of him. "What is it, baby? What's wrong?" He hold her face in his hands as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

She shakes her head. "I can't do this."

Harry's breathing gets heavier. "What do you mean, baby?" He was scared to ask that.

"I can't be with you anymore." She cries.

His chest heaves up and down at an unsteady pace. "Y/n, if it's because of what happened last night then it won't happen again. I promise. I swear on my life."

She shakes her head and grabs his hand. "It's not just that, Harry. It's not just because you get drunk and say some hateful things. It's also because I don't know where you go when you walk on the other side of that door. I don't know if your going to come back, and if you do, will you be the same as you were before? You've changed Harry and I can't keep up. I'm just- just so tired of fighting you."

"It's okay, I'll stop going out. I'll stop drinking. I'm going to fix this. You've just- just please give me some time, love."

"I think it's too late, Harry."

"What- but we- we found so hard. Right- right from the beginning." He tries to compromise with her. Maybe he can change her mind so she won't go.

"You hate me." She finally founds the words. Trying to steady her voice.

He looks at her like she's grown two heads. "How- the fuck- what? How can you fuckinig say that?"

"You told me."

He turns around and smashes his fist through the wall. "Fuck! Baby, you know I love you." He takes her in his arms and places his fingers on her chin so she was forced to look at him.

"You weren't even drunk, Harry."

He runs a hand through his hair as he paces the room. "I- I was just pissed. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry."

He groans. "No, it's not." He knows what he did was wrong he just didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know how to make her stay.

"Maybe we just need some time apart. Figure things out."

He can hear his heart break into a million pieces. "You're breaking up with me." He states as he stares at the wall.

"No I just think we need some time apart. It's not forever."

He shakes his head and runs a hand over his face. "I don't want to leave. You're all I've got." He looks at her, she's blurry. The tears are blocking his vision a little and he tries to blink them away.

She looks at him with sad eyes. Of course she doesn't want to leave, but she knows she has to. She knows that he will beat himself over this and she doesn't want that either.

"You have other people, baby. You just don't let them in."

He points to himself. "I don't want to let them in! They tell me how to live my life. How to do this and that, but you're different. You don't do that to me, You give me life, you have to stay with me. Show me how to love you right. I- I know I don't love you like I should and I'm sorry. It's just that I don't know how. Please, you've got to understand, I'm trying. Show me how to treat you. Show me how to be caring and gentle. I'm not used to this. Help me." His short plea comes out in multiple cries.

She runs to him and wraps her arms around him. He immediately responds and buries his face in her neck as she rubs his back.

"I'll stay. I'll help you." He cries harder. That's all he's ever wanted is for her to stay with him no matter what he's done. He really didn't mean to hurt her.

He wants to hurt his own self for letting him do that to her. She was so fragile and innocent. He never had something or someone in his life to be as gentle and caring as she did.

He never knew what that felt like until Y/n came along. He loves it and he loves her.

She wouldn't have it any other way either. She would do anything for him and if this is what he wants.

This is what he will get.

#harrystyles #harry styles #harrystylesimagine #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fiction #harrystylesfanfiction #fan fiction #one direction #onedirection #onedirectionimagine #harryandlou

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spaceskam · 5 years ago

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prompt from @winged-fool: 27 for the meet ugly prompts 🙏

27. we had one-night stands with roommates and sneak out of the house at the same time

meet ugly prompt list

ao3

Alex groaned as he woke up and looked around to the gross ass atrocity that was the bedroom of a frat boy who had too much time on his hands to drink, but not enough to clean.

The human disaster in question was laying beside him still, bare-assed and snoring. His blonde hair was a mess and he seemed sleeping peacefully despite letting his late night Grindr hook-up stay for far too many hours. Alex hadn’t meant to pass out, he wanted to leave before any of the other occupants (another guy and a girl, he’d learned) in the apartment rose and had questions. He was trying to not out this man who, as obvious as he was, didn’t want to be out yet. Alex could respect that.

He slowly peeled himself off the bed, trying not to wake him as he got dressed so he could leave. Alex quickly pulled on his jeans and his shirt, not bothering to fix his hair or put on his shoes as he tip-toed out of the room.

Which just so happened to be at the same time as the person across the hall was exiting their room.

Alex’s eyes went wide as he locked eyes with a guy who seemed to be sneaking out just like he was. The guy went through a series of emotions on his face, first realizing he was caught, then probably remembering the girl he’d slept with only had male roommates, then realizing that Alex was also sneaking out, only to then settle on laughter.

Despite not knowing this guy, Alex grabbed his arm and basically hauled him all the way to the front door so he didn’t wake anyone up by laughing.

“I’m sorry, sorry,” the guy laughed as Alex closed the door of the apartment, shaking his head at the stranger, “I’m not laughing ‘cause of the gay thing, I’m laughing, ‘cause, like, what are the odds, man?”

A closer look revealed that he was probably also a frat guy at the same university the occupants of the apartment he’d just escaped were. He had the face for it and definitely the demeanor. This one, however, was a much more attractive version than the rest of them. He had a head full of curly hair, kind eyes, tanned skin, and just a whole face of gorgeousness to work with. Alex still sighed and bent down to slip his shoes on.

“I’m Michael, by the way,” the guy said, bending down to put his shoes on at the same time.

“Why are you trying to make small talk with me?” Alex sighed.

The guy, Michael, flashed a charming smile that suddenly made a lot of sense on how he ended up in someone’s bed. Alex pushed that thought right out of his mind.

“I don’t know, you look like the kinda guy I’d wanna make small talk with,” he said, “Or big talk. Dirty talk, maybe, if you’re feelin’ frisky.”

Alex felt like he’d been given a gift-wrapped headache.

“You literally just walked out of some girl’s bedroom,” Alex said, standing up and staring at the moron in front of him, “And then laughed at me for looking up with a guy--”

“Hey, wait, no, I said it wasn’t laughing ‘cause of the gay thing.”

“--and then felt like it was an okay idea to give me a shitty pickup line as a joke. What planet do you live on?” Alex scoffed.

Michael seemed frozen, lips parted in confusion. Alex stood, waiting for an answer like an annoyed parent. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally landed on an answer.

“In my defense, it wasn’t a joke, I was actually hitting on you,” Michael said. Alex’s eyes widened all over again and his hand went up to his forehead as he processed what he was saying.

“Why did you think that is okay? Also, has that ever worked? What am I saying, of course it worked, you literally just got laid,” Alex scoffed, shaking his head. Michael’s dopey face bled into an equally dopey smile all over again.

“Yeah.”

“You are... Look, you know what, thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested in any more one night stands with self-proclaimed straight guys. I’ve sworn them off,” Alex insisted, turning on his heels and walking away. Michael followed him like a lost dog.

‘Well, hey, don’t just assume I’m straight, man,” he said. Alex rolled his eyes. “Seriously. Bi, look.”

Out of curiosity, Alex slowed and looked over. Michael was hopping on one leg to keep up, yanking up his pant leg to reveal a bi pride flag tattooed on his leg. Alex raised an eyebrow.

“For real?”

“Yeah, for real. Got it after I ran into too many situations with too many people who didn’t wanna bang a bi guy,” Michael explained, “Which, you know, brings me back to the question. Would you bang a bi guy?”

Alex sighed and felt himself caving into that charming smile of his. He sort of hated himself for that.

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re hitting on someone while leaving a one night stand,” Alex pointed out.

“Look, I’m not a saint, but clearly you aren’t either,” Michael said, following him more closely now that he was walking rather than hopping, “And you’re also the hottest guy I’ve ever seen and if I let you leave without even asking, I would have a lifetime of regrets.”

Alex sighed again as he got to his car, still trying to avoid the charm dripping off the moron beside him.

“The hottest guy you’ve ever seen?” Alex clarified, leaning against the door. Michael made a show as he looked him up and down before nodding.

“Easily.”

“Fine, give me your phone,” Alex said, holding out his hand. Michael’s face lit up and fished it out of his pockets. Instead of giving him his number, he opened Instagram and had him follow him before handing it back. “We’ll see how good your game actually is.”

“Okay,” Michael agreed, giving him space to get into his car, “I can work with that.”

Alex drove home excited to see if he actually could.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #prompts #meet ugly prompts

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etraytin · 5 years ago

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Quarantine, Day 148

August 6

The power came back on this afternoon, thank God, so we are now much more comfortable and my computer is fully charged. It is also much, much easier to take care of little kittens when I can actually see them! Kittens are no fonder than anybody else of being blinded by flashlights, and it was not warming them up to me at all. Today was better, we have enjoyed a great deal of Mandatory Snuggle time and I was also able to brush bugs and flea dirt off all of them. They have official names now, little gray Aang, orange Zuko, and nearly identical black Sokka and Katara. Poor Zuko had a tick on the back of one ear so I took him down to get experienced assistance with removing it. Pulling ticks is yuck, but he will be more comfortable and healthier now that it is gone! They all need a bath tomorrow, ugh, but I wanted to give them a little time to settle in first. Not having power last night meant I couldn't use my CPAP, so I felt pretty lousy all day. I have had 95% compliance for the entire year I've used my CPAP, and it's because the horribly awkward and ungainly thing works! It's good for apnea, yeah, but I only have just barely enough apnea to warrant the machine. What it really does for me is pumps warm, moist air into my perniciously open mouth all night long. Without that, my whole system dries up like a potted geranium on a back stoop. I woke up at four with a headache, a sore throat, that nasty phlegmmy back of the mouth feeling, the whole nine yards. Gross. I need to figure out a battery backup for that thing, cause going without it truly sucks. Tonight I plan on getting lots and lots of gloriously humidified sleep.

Because the power was out until well after lunch, we wound up eating brunch out. My mother in law likes giving us Starbucks gift cards, so that is where we went for breakfast sandwiches and coffee drinks. After that, I went home and my husband and the kiddo went to the university to hang out in his air conditioned, socially distanced office for awhile. I would've gone too, but I wanted to do kitten brushing and feeding stuff when the sun was up and I could see. I did that, then slept a little, only to be interrupted by the intrepid maintenance men attempting to stick to their renovation schedule next door despite no power. They clearly had a jigsaw that was battery powered at the very least. Thanks, guys. :P

Awake, I persisted in the increasingly warm house until my phone battery and the battery backup both died, then went to go drive around and charge up. That was the cue for the power to come back on, so yay! I was so happy just to have the fan that it took several more hours to realize that the circuit breaker had tripped on the AC and it wasn't running. Once that was fixed, it got much better very quickly! We don't seem to have lost much food, though a few things got a bit damp from melted ice. I can live with it.

It's funny how COVID makes everything just that extra little bit worse. Power outages are never fun, but we couldn't even go anywhere! We couldn't go to a restaurant or sit inside at Starbucks, we couldn't go to somebody else's house. We couldn't even go swimming because the complex pool is not opening this summer. And I know that anything that feels bad for me is a zillion times worse for people who don't have a nice AC home even when the power is on, and who relied on places like that. This virus sucks super bad.

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ofmythsandmadness · 5 years ago

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Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts (Part Two).

SUMMARY: after a rough night, all Y/N wants to do is brew a couple cups of coffee and common sense and drown her sorrows alive. but that’s all snatched away from her when someone decides to pay her a morning visit. WARNING: angst, foul language. PAIRING: Diego Hargreeves x reader WORD COUNT: 3205.

part one found here.

A/N: this is SO late to come...I’m so sorry, folks. but here it is, in all its horrible glory. it’s been a crazy couple weeks but I’m happy that I actually got this done (I was worried it wasn’t actually going to happen, but here we are). enjoy, lovelies.

LET IT BE KNOWN, Y/N HATED ANSWERING THE DOOR.

When one lived in an apartment complex filled with batshit crazies one would do their absolute best to avoid, answering the door was a nightmare. There were very few actual reasons to answer the door, and none of those really applied to late morning after a shit night. Honestly, she was not sure why she went to it in the first place.

But she went. A fatal mistake, leaving her gasping for air, standing in her mis-matched socks and old gym shorts with far too many mysterious stains to count. There she was, regretting just about every single thing in her gross hot pants and the worst breath known to man, staring gape-faced at the person waiting at the other end of the door.

“...oh.”

“Hi.”

“What are - what - what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well - I mean - I - you left,” she blurted, finally setting on two words to spit out instead of spluttering in his face. “Left, gave me a stupid note and that’s it, so I thought that was...man, I don’t know. Forgive me if I’m a little confused as to what you’re doing at my door this early in the morning.”

Diego frowned, shrinking into himself at the harsh tone. “Uh, sorry,” was all he muttered back, unable to stammer out something stronger.

She sighed and shuffled so the door was properly open and he could come in. “No, I should be sorry. Just come in.” Y/N stifled a yawn even while closing the door. “I just woke up n’I haven’t had coffee yet. I’m a little bitter.” Sure, because that was the reason.

“Right. Well, would this,” he paused, lifting his hands to show off two cups, “help?”

Despite herself, Y/N smiled slightly. Was she happy to see him? No, she really could have done without that angst so bright and early and honestly, seeing his face made her want to scream (and not in a good way). It would have been better to have the day off from seeing him, the two of them avoiding one another until he could look her in the eye and pretend like nothing happened. She preferred that to awkward NOT one-night-stand run-ins.

But he had coffee and she did not have any of that without him there, so she would cope with the mandatory side effects. Gratefully, she took the steaming cup and downed a gulp, wincing at the burning throat. “Thanks.”

“Sure. N-no problem.” He paused, clearing his throat. “Figured I owed that much to you.”

Her first thought went to a simple ‘huh’, but luckily she was able to cut herself short. No point running through that awkward exchange when she knew what could come and that it would get the two of them nowhere. She was way too peeved to play into the simper and fluffy nonsense that was her delusional heart. Y/N downed one more gulp of steaming coffee to steel her nerves and slammed the cup down.

“What are you doing here, right now?” More of a command than a question.

“I told you.”

“No, actually you did not tell me anything. And again, forgive me for being a little point-blank right now, Diego, but -” her coffee-free hand raised and flailed about rather gracelessly. “You show up with coffee after a dismal, three word - actually, two words and an initial - note and honestly, I’d be fine with all of this if you had just been a bit...let’s say, wordy with your explanation. Or your arrival at fu-I don’t even know what time it is, that’s how confused I am right now.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No - yeah - I’m fine,” she snapped, folding her arms across herself as though they were a protective barrier between him and her beating heart. “Okay, so - that’s not the point. I want to know...I mean…” her irritated confidence was draining out of her, leaving her clambering for the next words in front of his wide eyes, trying to come up with another question when the words would not come out. All there was in her mouth was the shit taste of coffee, mixing with faint mint and whatever saliva had not dried right up. Was she going to vomit, right then and there? Hell, maybe.

“I can leave, if-if-”

“No,” she threw out, far too fast for her to catch the word. “I mean...I don’t want you to leave.”

“Oh.”

She sighed once more. “I’m just tired, is all. It was a long night, and if I’m being honest? I wasn’t expecting to see anyone, least of all you, this early in the morning. You’re welcome to be here, stay, do whatever - if I could just have like, ten to change and fix myself up? Then we can talk. Or whatever.”

That was code for lose her shit in her bedroom for nine minutes and then rush to make herself presentable in the last sixty seconds of chaos.

She expected a nod and acceptance to her request, leaving her already turning away from Diego, but that did not come. Instead, he caught her arm and shook his head gently. “I’m not staying long.”

Her lips pursed. The arm he had just held fell limply back to her side. “Huh?”

“I just came by to c-clear things up.”

“Oh…” She had no clue what to do with that. “Okay…?”

“I left the note there, but then A-Allison told me I had to come back.”

“Hold up, Allison?”

Diego nodded, groaning as he rubbed the side of his head. “She ran into me, made me - it doesn’t matter. And before you ask - no, she didn’t, you know, ‘make’ me.”

“Mm. Thanks for the clarification.” Y/N loved Allison, she really did, but one could never be too sure with the Hargreeves siblings. “But why are you here, Diego? I - I mean - it’s Saturday, you’ve got work to do, shit to get ready for the crazy vigilante weekend set ahead. All this-”

“-how do y-you always know so much about me?”

Y/N stopped short, whirling around to stare at him dead. Once more she was caught off guard and directed onto a totally different path of conversation, led along by his pleading, dark eyes and the vague statements he seemed to love throwing her way. “What?”

“You always know every single damn thing. Everything.” His hand came down from his head, in the shape of a fist, only to ram against her kitchen counter. She saw a flash of pain erupt across his face, but he of course, said nothing about it. “And I know jackshit.”

“So? What’s that gotta do with anything?”

“You - you - I - you do so much, an’ you do so much shit for me. But e’ery time I come around it’s like you shut down and I barely fuckin’ get to know your middle name!”

“Come on, you know my middle name.”

“Do I?”

“Diego, - holy - what?” She had said that word far too many times at that point - and yet she could not stop herself from mumbling it over and over in disbelief. “I’m so fucking confused right now. Why’d you come over here to yell at me for my middle name?”

“I didn’t! I - god, you’re getting me all mixed up!”

To that, she rolled her eyes. Gone was the flustered nature; all she could think about was her utter frustration, mingling with anger and the fact she had missed out on a rare chance to sleep well. All this yelling was giving her a headache, and that was just the tip of the fucking iceberg, wasn’t it?

“You know what? I’m not doing this right now,” she muttered. One hand moved to massage at her temples, trying to heed off the incoming migraine. “Unless you’ve got something to say, something actually important, I’m busy. You should, uh, leave.”

Y/N did not look towards Diego, could not in her anger, but if she had maybe she would understand a little better. His face had fallen, and for once the expression was readable - one of failure. There was a good reason to be there and it was not to bring up stupid topics and toy with her. With both of them.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just have things to do.” What a painfully bad lie. She really had to try a bit harder - but it was far too hard just then. Even looking at him was difficult, then. “We can talk later if you want my social security number n’shit too.”

That jab clearly stung, but she really did not care (or tried to tell herself she did not). She wanted to say a whole lot more, but the words clung to the roof of her mouth and threatened to choke her out if she so much and dared to begin any of them. All she could do was start wringing her hands and focus on anything but him.

“Fine.” His words were heavy, hitting her like a sledgehammer and she struggled to hold the weight without breaking face. “Sure.”

“We can talk later-”

“S’okay,” he grumbled, already twisting away. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Oh, my fucking jeez, Diego.”

That was meant to be an aside, but it came out much louder and angrier than she had meant - and Diego heard it perfectly. He did not turn to her, but his back did stiffen and she knew that his made up face of pretend calm had most definitely cracked.

Y/N was left with two options. One, she could try to play it off, shove him out the door - pull that whole shebang, which would leave her probably only angrier and more hurt and neither of them with a solution. It might be easier for the first ten minutes or so, but she would regret it more than anything coming out of the entire interaction. But the second...well, if she was honest with herself, it was scary as all hell. She would much rather face ten thousand apocalypses than go with the second option - but was there any real choice? Sure it might hurt, but she could get over it. And really, he was probably already well aware of her badly disguised feelings anyways.

So, she erupted, swinging over to stand in front of him. Her chin jutted out and up, trying to seem bigger than she really was. “I’m done with these games, Diego Hargreeves. We keep going around in these circles where you get to hurt me - unintentionally or not - and I let you do it because I care too damn much about you. And I pretend like nothing ever happened, and I’m there for you time and time again with no complaints like a fucking housewife. But you know what? I’m done. I’m not dealing with this back and forth and now this setback from you. I’m not going to be fine with this anymore!”

“What-”

-but with a swipe of her hand, he was silenced, cut off by her ever rising voice. “You know why I know everything about you, Diego? Because you tell me, because I’m always there, always listening, always breaking my back to be around you even when you hurt me. You come by, or I come to you, and while you’re drunk as a skunk you sit on my couch and smile this great big stupid smile and tell me everything and just about anything on your mind. And the worst of it - oh, the worst is, you are so wasted you don’t even care about me, and you lie your ass off. You tell me I’m beautiful, that I’m the finest girl you’ve ever met, that you l-love me, and I let you! I stand and take her - why, I still haven’t figured it out!

“And you know why I don’t do the same with you? Because - because - because,” she paused, gasping for air and another train of thought, “because I can’t afford to let go and let you know what’s swimming around in my head. Because where you smile and lie off your ass that you think of me as anything more than a friend, I - I - I don’t feel that same way. I care about you, Diego, and more’n just as a buddy, a pal - I like you. And I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you started doing this! And then every day when you wake up, you forget all about it, and I’m left feelin’ miserable, knowing you’ll never feel anything close to what I feel about you.”

Y/N finally stopped, once more eagerly sucking in air. She had not realised how loud she had grown until she had to cough to clear her suddenly scratchy throat. Her eyes slid up to meet Diego’s, but after seeing his wide look of shock, they had to dart away. Shit.

“I’m sorry - I mean, I’m not,” she sighed. Carefully, her feet shuffled away, giving her space to exhale. “I just didn’t want to keep going on with that. But, m’sorry to spring it on you...sort of. I mean - nevermind. You can head out now, catch you later.”

Y/N moved to slide over to the door just a couple feet away, but just before she could turn, his arm shot out to take her wrist. Gasping slightly, she paused, looking down at his hand and then up at him. “What-”

“-would you just stand still?” Diego mumbled, stepping closer and then even nearer, so they were just a breath away from fully touching. His other hand found hers, then drifting up her waist where they gently sat. Y/N simply stood, almost frozen as he moved in what felt like slow motion towards her (in reality, it was barely two seconds of time passed, but what could she say?). Just as her eyes flew open and moved to find his, hoping to get an answer for just what was happening, his lips were on hers.

She found herself stuck, eyes still wide and hands resting awkwardly by her waist as he pressed into her. The kiss was light, soft against her lips and really unmoving - not exactly what she had imagined before, but to be fair, that was totally her frozen fault. Just, in the half-second of him kissing her, she had managed to lose all sense of reality or self, and struggled to even discern where she was. Let alone the fact that he was completely sober and kissing her.

The slow-motion second passed, though, and he was pulling back. Diego’s face had fallen and he looked down on her, a dismal expression on his face. Only then did Y/N find herself working again. As he pouted, slowly withdrawing his arms from her waist, she smiled and moved closer in.

“What are you doing?”

The only available response to that would be his own phrase shot back, a chuckled “would you just stand still?” before she was reaching up and resting her hands on his cheeks, melting into him. Unlike her, Diego reciprocated, melting into the embrace like a pat of butter. Her hands moved to be wrapped around his neck and his held her tight against him, as though he feared she would be torn from him at any second.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it.”

He smiled, gently, more genuinely than he had in a while - sober, at least. “Not about the kiss - though for the record, I liked it too.”

“Mm,” she grinned, “so what’s the sorry for?”

“Everything else.”

“Elaborate?”

Diego hung his head. “I’ve been a dick. I never meant for this to go on like this, for so long - I just couldn’t t-t-talk to you, ‘bout - a-a-and-”

“-just breathe. Take your time.”

His hands shook as they cradled her own, but his grip tightened - like it was a lifeline securing him back in place. “I - I - I screwed up. Kept screwing up. I know. But you would just sh-sh-show up, and I couldn’t st-st-st-op my mouth. God, you looked so beautiful.”

Y/N, though she tried to fight against it, smiled. It was not enough of an apology to soothe the ache, or the countless midnights wasted on hurt and anger towards what she thought was her unrequited love. But in the moment, she really was not thinking about that pain or what was to come - rather, her thoughts were on what was in front of her. Who was in front of her.

“Look,” she began, softly, “I’m not gonna say that I’m okay with what you did, over and over and over again. It hurt like hell. But I gotta say, at the moment, this...this is sort of okay. And, if you kiss me a couple more times, it might even be a solid in-the-moment apology.”

“You deserve so much better n’this.”

She mocked a pout. “What do you mean?”

“I”m serious, Y/N. You’re too good for me.”

“Okay, so you’re going straight for cheese, huh?”

“Would you just be serious for a second?” he pleaded. As she laughed and pulled away, he tugged harder, as though begging her to physically accept his words. “I mean all this! I know - I can’t be who you want me to be.”

At that, she sobered up. “Who exactly do you think I want you to be, Diego? I mean, lordy, we’ve known each other forever, you know almost everything about me and my life. And I know almost all of you and yours. Barring all the shitty drunken confessions you denied over and over again, I know you’re a good guy. You don’t need to come in here, kiss me like that and then tell me you don’t wanna do this!”

“I do want to do this.”

“Then hush up and let’s enjoy this moment.”

“No, stop Y/N - I’m serious.”

“I am too, you dork.” She tugged at his hands, pulling them back around her waist. Her head still ached, but the pain had dulled - she connected it to Diego’s presence and touch though that was highly improbable. But she was giddy and over the stress of yelling at him and wanting more and more from him. Instead, she was content to sway and kiss him in the warm rays of that Saturday morning, with her hair a fuzzy halo around her head and toes curling in at his warm hold. It was a messy, lame image but at that moment, it was pure euphoria.

“We can deal with all the apologies and details and shit later,” she began, with an unavoidable smile still licking her lips. “But when I say I really, really don’t want to do that right now, I mean that.”

Diego’s eyes flitted about her face, resting on her own upturned gaze before drifting down to her lips. She felt his grip tighten around her. “You’re an-an - you’re an angel.”

“Ha. Funny.”

“I mean that, now shuddup,” he mumbled, and before she could retort to him, his lips were on hers and all she could do was smile and accept.

There would be time to talk after.

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ptersparkers · 6 years ago

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asgardian liquor (the adventures of y/n stark)

summary: a regularly updating collection of vignettes that detail the life and adventures of y/n stark, a self-proclaimed baker, thrill seeker, and an all around good person.

a/n: underage drinking

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The party was in full swing fourteen floors underneath the floor of your bedroom. You knew your father had been in a party mood for the entire week and weren’t surprised when he told you that you’d need to be in your room or enjoying the party, without the accompaniment of alcohol.

If you were honest, you didn’t even want to socialize and mingle with people that only talked to you to get on your father’s good side.

But earlier that day, you hadn’t really thought about the party.

“I’ll pass,” you said, grabbing a brownie when your father proposed you the deal about the party.

Tony shrugged. “Suit yourself, kiddo. If you do decide come down, dress up!” he yelled when he disappeared around the corner. Peter jogged into the room and saw you eating a brownie before groaning.

“Ugh,” he let out. “I’m supposed to be training right now but I really don’t want to fight Bucky today.”

“Sucks to suck, Peter Parker,” you teased before taking a bite of the dessert in front of him.

“I just want to eat some food and call it a day,” Peter said, sitting on the chair and sighing before putting his head on the counter top. You chuckled and patted his shoulder before he stood back up.

“The perks of being powerless is no training.”

“I hate you so much right now. I can’t tell if it’s because you don’t have to train or because you’re eating that brownie.”

“Well, you replied, “when you’re done, Pepper made a batch and I hid a few pieces in my room. You can come find me when you’re done with training and I’ll share a piece.”

“Peter!” Bucky called from a distance.

“Please don’t tell him I was here,” Peter said before dashing out of the room.

“Have you seen Peter, Y/N? He was supposed to be in the training room ten minutes ago but I can’t find him anywhere,” said Bucky.

You shook your head and ate the rest of your brownie. “Sorry, Bucky. Wanna go get smoothies afterwards?”

“You bet!”

***

All you really wanted was a glass of water. You woke up at one in the morning with an extreme thirst and cursed yourself for forgetting your water bottle in the fridge.

With a groan, you put sweatpants over your sleep shorts and put your hair into a ponytail before stepping into the elevator and making your way down to the kitchen, completely forgetting that the compound floor was being used for your father’s party.

“Oh, dang,” you muttered to yourself.

You figured that everyone was probably tipsy, if not drunk, and shrugged your shoulders before entering the space and trying to dodge moving bodies as you made your way from the elevator to the fridge.

“Where did I put it?” you asked when you couldn’t find your orange water bottle sitting on the shelf you thought you had put it in. “Whatever,” you muttered, grabbing another full water bottle.

You opened the top and chugged what you thought was water down your throat. Almost instantly, your eyes widened in shock and you ran to the sink to spit out whatever liquid was in your mouth.

“Gross,” you muttered before feeling like your body was much more relaxed that it was before.

You watched as your vision became a little more blurry and you fell out of step, but you were able to make it towards Carol and Natasha, who were singing eighties throwback songs when they saw you.

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, not caring about the fact that you were in sweats and stumbling towards her. “Come here! Look who I found, Carol!”

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Carol greeted, pulling you into a hug. You tried to not step on her green emerald dress as she pulled you in and found yourself breathing into her neck, seeing as your head was unable to move until she let you go.

“We convinced Tony to bring a karaoke machine,” Natasha said before hiccuping. “I don’t know why we didn’t convince him to do this before.”

“Hey, that’s my karaoke machine! He bought it as a joke,” you said before having to lean on Carol, laughing at the memory of the day you had found Tony sitting on your bed with a karaoke machine. “He’s not that bad of a singer!”

“I bet you can sing too,” Carol said before putting the microphone in your hand. “Let’s sing some Taylor Swift!”

For the next two songs, you three screamed the lyrics to ME! and Shake It Off before you saw Peter entering the floor.

“Peter!” you yelled before pushing your full weight onto him. He stumbled backwards but caught you, attempting to steady you onto your feet.

“Woah, woah,” Peter said. “What the hell happened to you? And why are you wearing sweatpants to a party?”

You waved him off and put your arms around his torso, nuzzling your head onto his chest. “I’m so thirsty.”

Peter laughed awkwardly and knew that you were very drunk, but how you got ahold of liquor with almost every Avenger in this room was beyond him. You were skilled, but not that skilled.

“I want you to sing karaoke with me!” you yelled in his ear louder than necessary. Peter grimaced and pulled his head back, but you pouted when you realized Peter wasn’t holding you as tight as you held him. ”Do you not like me anymore?”

“What? No!” Peter said in a hurry. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I don’t know what the hell happened to you but we’ll figure it out together. Uh, have you seen your dad?”

“Carol and Natasha like Taylor Swift,” you said as a matter of fact. Peter ignored you and looked around the room to see Tony and Thor talking among themselves, fostering glasses of alcohol.

“Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark!” Peter yelled, trying to grab his attention. You weren’t paying much mind to where Peter was going but you let go of his body to hold his hand while you said hello anyone who looked your way.

“Y/N Stark, what did I tell you about dressing up?” Tony questioned.

“Sir, I don’t really know what happened, but I came here to grab leftover lunch before I went to bed and Y/N stumbled into me,” Peter explained.

Thor looked at you and you met his gaze, to which you burst out laughing. You let go of Peter’s hand and snaked your arms around Thor’s torso, finding comfort in his tall frame as you let your eyes close in satisfaction.

“Um, hello, Little Stark,” Thor said, amused. Thor put his free arm around you nonetheless and pulled you closer to him in hopes that you wouldn’t run away and trip over something.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, looking at you.

“Well,” you said followed by a hiccup. “I woke up and wanted to get some water.” Hiccup. “And then I realized I forgot my water bottle in the fridge.” Hiccup. “So I went down here only to find out I forgot where I put it.” Hiccup. “ I settled for that blue one over there and now I feel like I weight zero pounds.”

“What?” Thor asked, straightening his posture. His mind was clear, as mortal liquor was a mere soft drink to him, and looked at your line of sight. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake.”

“What is it, Point Break?” Tony asked before reaching a hand out to stroke your hair.

“She drank Loki’s Asgardian Liquor. He put it in a water bottle to keep it cold,” Thor explained.

Tony looked between Peter and you. “Did you have anything to do with this?”

“N-No!” Peter exclaimed. “I literally just came here and I wanted to grab some of my pad thai!”

“Okay, Pete,” said Tony. You reluctantly relinquished Thor when Tony pulled you away and grumbled when Thor told you he’d see you tomorrow morning. “Will she be okay or do I need to go dad-mode?”

“She’ll be fine,” Thor said. “If she drank it by mistake, she couldn’t have taken more than a gulp. It’ll leave her with a raging headache tomorrow morning but it’s nothing a few tablets of Aspirin can’t fix.”

“Okay, good,” Tony said, giving you a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go back upstairs, yeah?” Tony said before gesturing you towards the elevator.

“I want Peter to walk me up,” you stated.

“What, why?” Peter asked, frustrated that he would have to wait to eat his pad thai.

“Because I love you so much,” you said with a goofy smile. You leaned in and attempted to whisper, saying, “and I have brownies.”

Peter sighed and looked at Thor and Tony, who were trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically shouting even though you were trying to whisper.

“I’ll let you have the day off tomorrow,” Tony bargained, seeing as you weren’t letting go of Peter’s hand.

“Done,” Peter said immediately. You both walked towards the elevator and stepped into the quieter space before you let out a big sigh.

“I am so tired,” you muttered. Peter laughed and you rubbed your eyes with your free hand. The door opened and Peter ushered you into your bedroom, seeing a small plate of brownies sitting on your desk. He made a mental note to grab one before he left and watched as you took your sweatpants off.

“Woah!” he said before turning around. “Warn a guy next time!”

“Oh shut up,” you said. “I have shorts underneath.”

Peter turned around and saw you climb into bed before turning your light off.

“Wait!” you exclaimed when you saw Peter leave. He sighed and turned around, knowing that you were a very affectionate person when you were both very sleepy and very drunk. “I want a hug.”

Peter internally groaned, thinking of the pad thai at the top of the refrigerator shelf that he would have to wait to eat.

“Okay, Y/N.”

Peter leaned down and let you wrap your arms around him, He stayed put for a second and tried to pull back, only to realize you had fallen asleep while your hands were clasped behind his neck.

“Really?”

He debated on moving your arms, but thought it be best not to wake you up since you could be a menace if woken up when you wanted to sleep. But just when he was about to make a decision, Tony walked into the room to see him in a compromising position.

“Mr. Stark, please help me out,” Peter said with desperation in his voice.

Tony let out a low chuckle and tried his best not to wake you up as he untangled your hands from Peter. Tony always had a knack for letting you sleep.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go eat some pad thai and call it a night,” Peter said before stealing a brownie from your plate.

“Goodnight, Pete,” Tony said as the two of them exited your room. He closed the door slowly and they separated ways for the rest of the night.

The next morning, all you could remember was Carol and Natasha forcing you to sing with them and clinging onto Peter like your life depended on it. When you walked down to the common room, Carol greeted you with a laugh and pulled out her phone to show you a photo that someone had posted on Instagram.

It was a photo of you, Natasha, and Carol singing, only you were about to fall down and made the most horrendous expression.

“Oh, come on!”

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Valentine’s Day (1/1)

A little short story I wrote for Noki and Goldie as comedy haha. Read it also on ao3!

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Noki was intensely focused on his work. Today was supposed to be one of the most relaxing days of the year but he had to just finish this one thing before he could rest. His focus was interrupted when the door opened and his brother walked in, happily humming a nice tune as he went through his table. Noki sniffed the air and curiously looked at Pino,

“Is that citrus you’re wearing?” he asked.

Pino happily nodded, “Gretel gave it to me this morning as a valentine’s gift, very nice,” he said. He then walked over to the shelf looking for whatever he needed, “What about you? What are you still doing down here? Aren’t you going to spend it with Goldie?”

Noki shook his head, “We have plans later tonight but not during the day.” Pino widened his eyes and quickly turned around to look at him in surprise. Noki noticed his silence and turned around to his brother's perplexed face, “What? No, not like that!” he quickly said annoyed, “Her sister is visiting the palace. They’re finally making peace after that big fight they had years ago. It’s about time if you ask me.”

Pino nodded, “Oh yeah, I think I saw them a while ago.” Pino stood up and walked towards the door, “Well, even so, you don’t want to be in here all day. Get out of here.”

Noki laughed, “How? All our friends are busy spending it with their partners!”

“Figure it out! I’m locking the door in twenty minutes.”

As the door shut close Noki threw his head back and let out a long sigh. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. What could he do to kill time? Noki was looking forward to the evening he had planned for Goldie: it was a nice dinner in her old cabin just a few kilometers away from the palace. Afterward, they’d go stargazing in the river they had used to fish in. Nice and simple right? After thinking about it, Noki decided to take a walk around the huge palace walls.

He walked up the stairs, out of the workshop to get some air. The gold and white halls were empty with furniture as the large glass windows let the sunshine in. It was very beautiful and he felt lucky to live in such a palace. As he ran his hands through the elegant wallpaper, he turned his head to the sound of two girls giggling. They turned together, arm in arm as they laughed about something the other had said.

Goldie noticed Noki up ahead and waved her hand, “Noki! Come here let me introduce you!” Noki smiled and fixed his hair a bit, “This is my older sister, Clarine.” she gestured. Clarine was a bit taller than Goldie, but they had the same blonde hair and blue eyes. Hers was long and tied up into a ponytail. Goldie had mentioned her sister several times, she was a couple of years older than they both were but still, Noki had never met her. This was her family and he wanted to make a good first impression.

“You must be Noki, the boy my dear sister is so infatuated with.” Clarine went into a small curtsy to the prince. Goldie playfully rolled her eyes and lightly shoved her sister to which she laughed it off.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Highness. Goldie has told me many great things about you.” Noki nodded respectfully. Clarine looked at her sister surprised to which the other smiled. She hugged her in delight as they laughed.

“Aww, Goldie you’re too sweet! Noki, I’m so sorry I had to visit on Valentine's day,” she turned to him, “I promise I’ll be out of your hair before your dinner tonight.”

Noki shook his head, “Stay as long as you wish. It would make me happy to see you two spending the day together.”

Clarine clicked her tongue and looked at her sister in awe, “Ay, he’s so sweet, you really made the right choice.” she then quickly pulled Noki into a crushing hug, which quite frankly surprised him as her hands were lingering on his back, “Thank you so much, Noki,” she pulled back, her hand still on his forearm, “I’m gonna go freshen up in my room then we can go take a walk in the gardens, is that okay?” she looked at her.

Goldie nodded, “Yup! See you in a bit!” she waved. As Clarine walked away, Goldie looked excitedly at Pino, “I think she likes you! Which is really good because she’s actually really judgy.” she commented.

“Yeah...I think a little too much. Did you see where her hands were?” Noki asked, a little suspicious, “She didn’t even let go of my arm after the hug.”

Goldie waved him off dismissively, “That’s just how my family shows affection to loved ones! It’s a genetic trait!” she said.

“But how am I loved one? I literally just met her not even a minute ago.”

“You’re dating me! Her sister!” she moved her hands in an obvious gesture. She then took his hands and sighed in content, “It just makes me so happy to see that we’re finally getting along. I mean with the fight we had years ago, and me calling her out and driving her crazy, and practically living her dream of living in a palace with a prince…” she said aimlessly in thought as Noki raised an eyebrow, “I’m so thankful we can finally be like real sisters!”

“Right…” he said. Yeah, it’s probably just all in his head. He left the sisters alone and walked down the stairs into the garden which was overlooked by the large glass windows of the hallway. He caught Arthur and Gwen sitting by the hedge maze hand in hand,

“Oh, hey Noki!” Arthur waved to him.

Gwen greeted him with a smile, “Where are you going?”

“Ah, just walking around,” he said, approaching them.

“Oh that’s right, Goldie is with her sister. Pretty creepy if you ask me, don’t tell her I said that.” he quickly added.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I passed by Goldie’s room awhile ago and they left her door open. While Goldie was busy looking through her closet, I saw her sister looking at a photo of the two of you, rubbing her fingers over the frame. Kind suspicious.”

“What?” Noki said, alarmed now.

“Don’t listen to him,” Gwen gently told him as she hushed Arthur, “I’m sure she was just wondering about what her sister was up to. Try not to think about it too much.”

After that short conversation Noki decided to go back to his room, a little concerned about the whole situation. As he passed by the entrance he caught Jack and Audrey about to leave.

“You guys going out?” he asked.

Audrey nodded, “We’re going to my cottage by the lake. The one we all went to when we all first met.”

“Oh yeah,” Noki said.

“Are you gonna be with Goldie and her sister? They seem awfully close now.” Jack asked.

“I mean...I hope not.” he said wearily, “Anyway, you two have fun. See you guys tomorrow.”

Noki waved them goodbye and then made his way towards his room. On the way he bumped into Goldie who seemed to be lying down on the couch. Concerned, he quickly walked to her and sat down.

“Hey, you okay?” he said, rubbing his hand over her forehead.

“Yeah...I suddenly just have a headache all of a sudden. Mind?” she asked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Of course, come here,” he said, putting an arm around her as she rested.

“Thanks...I’m really exhausted. Clarine’s been dragging me around all day doing all sorts of activities. I’m beat…” she said chuckling.

“Er...since you brought it up, do you think there’s any chance Clarine could be...interested in me?”

Goldie raised her head up to look at him, “Is this about what happened earlier?”

“Well I mean there was something else…” he mumbled.

Goldie started laughing, “Oh, Noki, I’m so sorry I haven’t been giving you enough attention. Now I made you all crazy with delusions. I promise you, I’m all yours for dinner tonight.”

Noki rubbed his head suspiciously, “Yeah, but…”

Goldie stopped him with a kiss on his cheek, “I’m going to my room to rest now. If you see Clarine tell her I’m there.” she left him sitting on the couch. Still not convinced, Noki frowned at himself.

“Hey Noki!” Clarine said soon after, surprising Noki.

“Oh! Hey…” he said, “Goldie is in her room now, she said-”

“Yeah, yeah, anyway, do you want to go with me to the garden? I’d love to have some company,” she said.

“Oh well, I’d love to but,” he said quickly standing up, “I am so tired and exhausted from working all day.”

“I can give you a massage,” she offered.

“That’s nice!” he said, “But I’ll just go rest. Thanks, Clarine.” he said running off to his room. As soon as he shut the door behind him he ran to his bed in exhaustion. This was getting a little too much for him and he just wanted to rest.

He woke up a few hours later, realizing that he slept through the day. He removed his hat and yawned, thinking that a nap was the perfect fix to the delusions he’s been having. As he looked around his room he saw a note on the table.

‘I’ll be making you and Goldie dinner since you two couldn’t go out.’

“She was here?!” he whispered.

He then heard familiar footsteps and a voice talking to someone outside. Noki jumped out of his bed and opened the door, pulling the individual in his room and shutting the door whilst locking it.

Peter chuckled, “You sure look like him but you're not the one I’m taking to bed tonight.”

“First of all, gross.” Noki frowned in annoyance, “Secondly, I’m not crazy, am I? Do you see anything weird about Clarine?”

“You mean how she constantly looks at you from a distance?”

“Oh my god, are you serious? When?!” he loudly whispered.

“Okay just because your date isn’t with you, doesn’t mean you can steal mine,” Kio said walking in the room.

Peter turned around to his partner, “Clarine.”

“Oh yeah, definitely into you. I mean look at this,” Kio walked over to the table. It was several pictures that Goldie and Noki took together, except Goldie’s face was cut out, “She literally wants her out of the picture.” he said disturbed.

“Noki! I made you and Goldie dinner,” Clarine entered the room holding a tray.

“You’re in God’s hands now,” Peter quickly whispered before grabbing Kio’s hand and running past Clarine, out of the room.

“Goldie is resting in her room, do you want to eat with her?” she asked.

“Uh, no it’s fine, thanks.” Noki said, scooting back on his bed a little, laughing nervously.

“Are you sure? I feel bad that the two of you have to eat separately,” she said, “Oh! I almost forgot your drink, I’ll be back.” she ran out of the room.

Noki cautiously sat up and looked over at the bowl of soup,

“Don’t eat that!” Hans and Briar barged in the room, giving Noki a slight heart attack.

“Geez, where did you two come from?” he said putting a hand over his heart.

“We saw that she put something in it! Something from a small vial.” Briar said worriedly.

“Do you think she’s trying to drug me?” Noki asked Hans.

“I don’t know but I don’t like the smell of that food. Better not eat it might be poison-”

“What?!”

Noki turned to see Clarine at the door, holding a glass of champagne with an insulted and hurt look on her face. “You think I’m trying to poison you?” she said sadly.

“No! They-” Noki turned his head to see that Briar and Hans had already left the room as if by magic. Noki could only stutter as Clarine stared him down.

“The ‘poison’ I put in your food is a spice from my kingdom.” she brought out the vial. She even walked over to the table and ate the food herself to prove it, “The cutout pictures was for a card I made for my sister to thank her for inviting me.” She brought out a cute card which indeed had the photos of Goldie. “I asked you to walk with me to the garden because I would obviously want to get to know who my sister is dating!”

“But you kept touching me-”

“That’s a family trait! It’s genetic, we do that to all our loved ones!” she cried out.

Noki sighed in defeat, “Look, Clarine. I’m really sorry, but could you please not tell Goldie about this-”

“I heard everything!” Goldie barged in the room furious, giving Noki another mini heart attack.

“Geez these two move like cats…” he mumbled.

“How could you doubt my sister after everything she’s done for you?!” she yelled.

“No, Goldie it’s fine.” she said sadly, “I will pack my things and go. I’m sorry to ruin your night.” she quickly left the room.

Noki was left there with silent tension. “Why?” she asked desperately, “Why must you think it’s all about you? Do you know what I’ve been trying to do all day? How I’ve been trying to bond with my sister after years of fighting? She finally trusted me again!” she cried out.

Noki looked at her ashamed, “Goldie, I-”

“Save it for later, I need to go talk to her,” she said walking out before she was stopped by her headache. She leaned on the door frame in slight pain as she grunted.

“Goldie,” he rushed to her side and guided her to his bed, “Let me be the one to talk to her. I’ll apologize to her, you go rest. I promise I’ll try to make it better.”

Albeit hesitant, Goldie nodded as she collapsed on the pillow, fast asleep. Noki walked out of his room and walked to the other end of the hall. He thought about what he should say to her, an apology wouldn’t cut it, but maybe a sincere offer to let her visit as much as she wanted might be a start. He knocked on her door as he entered.

He saw her quickly shoving her things into a suitcase, and Noki sadly looked at her,

“Clarine...I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to do this.” he said walking towards her, “I guess I was just feeling a little neglected by Goldie and I made these weird stuff up in my head. I’m thankful you see me as family already, or...at least you did.” he shrugged before stopping behind her, “Anyway, I know a sorry won’t be enough but let me at least make you stay one more night for Goldie’s sa-”

“Kiss me, Noki.”

Clarine turned around to face him with desperation in her eyes. “What,” he said dumbfounded. “Woah, woah wait!” she pushed him on her bed and hovered above him.

“We hid it perfectly, Noki. Finally, my sister is out of the picture. We can finally be together,” she said happily as she looked at his terrified face.

“Hold on now, but Goldie-”

“Goldie could never give you what you deserve. She could never make you happy. I hear how you two fight.”

“That’s just how we talk!” he quickly said, “Just because I scold her doesn’t mean I-”

“Forget about her, Noki. She doesn’t appreciate you. I can finally be with my prince and we can-”

“IIII KNEW IT!!!” Goldie slammed the door open with an immense amount of rage, maybe breaking the doorknob. Noki had never seen her this mad, it was almost comical. “How dare you try to steal the life that I stole from you?!”

“Let him go, Goldie, I love him!” she spat out.

“Never! He’s my partner and I love him more!” she wrestled her.

Noki watched as she tackled her to the ground as they fought on the floor.

Outside the door, Merlin and Snow peered in awe. “Oh my god, I mean I knew Noki was one of the more popular members of F7 but this is the first time I’ve seen it first hand.” he laughed.

“Merlin! Separate them!” Snow scolded.

#red shoes #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #red shoes movie #red shoes noki #red shoes ever after #rsatsd #rsat7d

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