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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Let Me Sleep (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x Reader

Warnings: just a whoooooooole lotta fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is a follow-up to This Fic. Who doesn’t love a good little confession? Who doesn’t love some good, old fashioned, friends-to-lovers?

EZ Taglist: @ly--canthrope @noz4a2 @queenbeered @sincerelyasomebody @sadeyesgf @thesandbeneathmytoes @appropriate-writers-name @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @multiyfandomgirl40 @sillygoose6969 @louisianalady

(we all know how I feel about gif continuity)

EZ was the first one to wake up in the morning. You were draped across him, head resting on his chest. If he had known that all it took to get you to go to sleep was kissing you, he would’ve done it a whole lot sooner. He smiled down at you, enjoying the weight of your body on top of his. He gently smoothed the hair back out of your face, trying his hardest not to wake you in the process.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. The longer that he laid there and thought about it, the more his nerves started to get the better of him. He started to wonder if you were going to remember everything when you woke up. If you remembered that you had kissed, were you going to regret it? Were you going to be mad about it? For him the entire thing felt like it had been a long time coming, but what if he was wrong? He wasn’t sure that he could pretend that it didn’t happen. He didn’t want to lose you, but he also wasn’t a good enough liar to pretend that he didn’t want something more with you. It felt like the two of you had been skirting around it for a long time and now he finally, hopefully, had a chance.

You moaned slightly in your sleep and EZ bit back a laugh. He really did miss how often the two of you used to spend the night together. You both would just stay up and talk, sometimes put a movie on if you were in the mood to focus on something. Everything always felt so safe and comfortable, and he was praying that he didn’t just ruin that.

Slowly but surely, you started to wake up. You grumbled something against his chest, causing him to laugh. You looked up at him, exhaustion written all over your face. “How are you so awake already?”

“I didn’t go out drinking last night,” he responded softly with a smile.

“Smart move,” you chuckled, “Thanks for picking me up, by the way. I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he wrapped his arms around you, “You know I’ve always got your back.”

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes and EZ could have sworn that you would be able to feel how fast and hard his heart was pounding. He was waiting for you to say something that clued him into what kind of conversation he was supposed to be starting with you. He just wanted to get things right.

“Sorry if I was annoying last night,” you said with a laugh as you looked up at him, “It’s just been a while since I got to spend the night with you.”

“Yea,” his voice was quieter than he had intended, “I know.”

He opened his mouth to say something else but you beat him to it, “And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?”

You nodded, your face starting to get hot, “You’re my best friend, you know? And I don’t want to lose you. I know I kind of let my feelings get the better of me last night and I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to force you into—”

He cupped your face in his hand and the warmth of his skin and the gesture in general gave you pause. He smiled down at you as he traced his thumb along your cheekbone, “You’re my best friend too. You don’t ever have to worry about losing me.”

You wanted to be relieved but there was still uncertainty hanging in the back of your mind. He still hadn’t said anything about the fact that you had kissed him. Was that his way of just letting you know that the two of you were okay but that things weren’t going to go any further?

“I’d wanted to kiss you for so long,” you figured that the only way the two of you were going to have the conversation was if you dove into it head-first, “And, for a long time, I thought that I wasn’t ever going to get the chance. I get it if you just want to stay friends, but I can’t just pretend that none of that ever happened.”

“I don’t want to pretend that it didn’t happen.” You looked up at him with a hopeful gaze, and he smiled down at you, shifting so that you were laying completely on top of him, “Why would I ever want to pretend that that didn’t happen?”

“I just…didn’t know if you felt the same way or not.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

The weight on your chest immediately disappeared. You smiled as you ran your fingers all along his shoulders and neck, causing a chill to go throughout his body. You felt like you should be saying something more, but your mind was still processing everything that EZ had already said to you.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, “More than okay.”

He smiled at you, “Can I kiss you again?”

You laughed, nodding, “Please.”

He pulled your lips to his and you could feel him smiling into your kiss. His arms wrapped tighter around you as he continued to lock his lips with yours. You cupped his face between both of your hands, keeping him pulled as close to you as possible. You felt his tongue slide along your bottom lip and you moaned lightly as his tongue met yours. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them lightly as your hands came to rest on his chest.

You pulled away to catch your breath, unable to stop yourself from smiling as you looked down at him. He grinned up at you as his fingers grazed gently across your skin. The entire world felt still around the two of you as you laid there looking at each other.

EZ squeezed you tight to him and rolled so that you were both lying on your sides facing each other. You found yourself fighting the urge to laugh for no other reason than that you couldn’t believe how right and comfortable it felt for the two of you to be lying together like that.

“Does this mean that I can spend the night with you more often now?”

He laughed and nodded, “You can come and spend the night whenever you want.”

“That’s an awful lot of power to give a little leech,” you giggled as you repeated back his words from last night.

He smiled at you and shook his head, “I’m willing to deal with the consequences of that,” he leaned down and placed a long, soft kiss on your lips.

You traced your fingers down the side of his face, letting a few moments of silence pass before asking, “If last night hadn’t happened, would you have ever gotten around to making a move on me?”

He chuckled, “Eventually, probably, yea.”

“Eventually?” you repeated back with a laugh, “That’s a terrible timeframe.”

“Well, lucky for the both of us you didn’t want to wait that long for me to get my shit together,” he grinned at you.

You shook your head before snuggling against his chest, letting your eyes drift shut. The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes before you asked him if he had anywhere that he had to be today.

He kissed the top of your head, “Not that I know of, but that’s always subject to change,” he laughed, “Why?”

“I just want to stay in and nap and cuddle with you all day,” you wrapped your arms around him.

He smiled, “Oh, you want me to let you sleep now?” he kissed your temple, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t spend your whole night keeping me up.”

“Shh,” you reached up and cupped your hand over his mouth, “It’s time to rest go back to sleep.”

He pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, speaking as best he could, “You’re something else, you know that?”

You let your hand drop as you went back to burying yourself into his chest, “Yea, and now you’re stuck with me.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you gently on the lips, “Can’t wait.”

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loversamongus · 4 years

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Friends, Fevers, Family Movies

a/n: first one shot for @fromthewatertribe‘s 1k follower event! This turned out to be A LOT longer than I expected and it was also originally for a whole other prompt??? And then just??? Evolved into this??? I knew I wanted to write something that featured a Sokka friendship (and a Katara one!) but also feature good ol’ Zuko fluff. So here ya go. Word vomit. TO CELEBRATE NINA BEING AWESOME.

Also important: written as a world without covid, but does mention the flu. prompt: go to bed, you idiot.

words: 2k

relationship: Zuko x reader

Sharing an apartment with your best friends has its highs and lows. On the bright side, you truly lucked out between the epic prank wars, overly competitive game nights, and the bureaucratic division of chore responsibilities. However, there’s also the constant paranoia that someone can jump out of your closet in a gorilla costume, the frustrated search for the last blue Sorry piece after a certain sore loser flipped over the coffee table, and Katara’s insistence on hand washing all dishware even though the kitchen has a perfectly good dishwasher. The three of you never experience a dull moment.

And you’re so grateful to be living with them. Sokka and Katara are your best friends but now it’s like having a brother and sister of your own. Due to the smaller size of the apartment, you and Katara share a bedroom but neither of you would have it any other way. Though you both have your own corner of the room, you’ll spend hours laying on the gray shag rug in the middle between your beds just talking.

“Today, at the diner, a man had the AUDACITY to call me ‘pretty girl’ and like, yes I am pretty but I don’t need an old coffee-breathed, wrinkly limp noodle to tell me that so I assumed he was just stating the obvious and that I should also call him by obvious nicknames in order to better communicate with and understand the customer, as my manager puts it.”

“And what did you call him?”

“When I came back with their food, he said, ‘Can the pretty girl also get us some mayonnaise packets?’ And I said, ‘Not a problem, ‘crusty man.’”

Katara tried her darnedest to flash you a severe look but couldn’t help choking on a fit of giggles.

“Suki approves of it and we spent the rest of our shift calling each other different names when we crossed paths!”

The rest of the night would linger on with more work day stories, giggles, and Sokka occasionally pounding on the door for you both to shut up already because he is trying to sleep goddamnnit and can’t do that while the apartment is filled with your shrill girlish squeals.

Finally, when you both struggle to fight off sleep, you wave the white flag and drag yourself into bed. But just before you drift off, you hear Katara whisper your name from across the room. You’re not even sure if she’s awake, you’re both so tired, but you answer anyways.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think of Aang?”

“He adores you (yawn) it’s so sweet. I like him for you.”

There’s a silence and you think you’re free to finally fall into your dreams until Katara speaks again.

“What do you think of Zuko?”

“Hmm? I dunno, he’s our (yawn) friend and I like when he brings over (yawn) fireball for game night (yawn) why?”

Your exhaustion overpowers you before you could hear Katara respond, “Because he adores you, it’s so sweet. I like him for you.”

Although also your best friend, living with Sokka feels much less sweet and much more chaotic. Somehow you’re at each other’s throats more so than he is with his own blood related sister. It may have started when the Sock Battle started, a game in which Sokka made it his mission to hide his stenchiest pair of socks somewhere in your stuff. By now, you’ve found his socks in your pillowcases, in textbooks, in your gym bag, and in a picture frame next to your bed. You deliberately retaliate in any way you can during game night. While these instances often have you second guessing your friendship with him, you and Sokka could both put the bickering aside with a Disney movie and a bucket of buttered popcorn.

You could have killed him though when he gave you the flu. Katara was spared thanks to her daily regimen of vitamins and obsession with cleanliness, and Sokka had even recovered rather quickly. But you were not as lucky. Even though it was only the beginning of October, you had Katara dig out your flannel holiday pajamas to warm you up from the chills. The darling that she is, Katara made you her famous homemade soup and set it by your bedside table before heading out to see Aang. In the meantime, it was time for payback.

“Sokka, I need you to refill my water bottle.”

“Do it yourself.”

“Fine and when I get over to the kitchen I’ll lick every bag of beef jerky you own.”

“Oh my god, fine. Give me your water bottle.”

“Sokka, I need to charge my phone. Give me your charger.”

“No? Yours in your room, go get it.”

“If only my legs weren’t so weak from this terrible flu I’ve contracted from someone I trusted to be more hygienic.”

“Here, take it.”

“Sokka, you need to light a candle in the bathroom. Ooh do the rose petal one.”

“Ugh, no. You know I hate yours and Katara’s girly scented candles.”

“Okay, but then don’t complain about the smell when you go in.”

“It can’t be that bad— OH MY GOD DID SOMETHING CRAWL OUT OF YOU AND DIE?! OH MY GOD IT’S TRAVELLING. IT’S TRAVELLING THROUGH THE APARTMENT.”

By the fourth day of having the flu, Sokka was sick. Not of the flu. Of you. Katara had been spending as much time with Aang as she could to avoid catching anything from you so the responsibility of taking care of you fell on Sokka. And he was finally reaching the breaking point after you left used tissues all over “his side” of the couch. You snuggled into your pile of blankets as you watched your best friend grumble about the living room, every so often glancing at you while muttering incoherently.

After picking up the last of your snot filled, flu infected tissues, Sokka stood in front of you and took a long, exaggerated breath.

“I am leaving this Land of Disgusting to eat at the diner before driving Suki home.”

“Sokka, you had me at ‘I am leaving.’”

“Shut up. You still have a fever so I’ve called in reinforcements to look after you while Katara and I are both out. They’ll be here shortly after I’m gone. Can you handle yourself for 10 minutes?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Before leaving, Sokka grabbed one more blanket from your room to bring to you on the couch. You realize how lucky you are to be such a pain in the ass and still be so loved by your little family. These happy thoughts, along with the utter amusement over the possibility of Toph being the one taking care of you, lulled you into a short, soft nap.

When you open your eyes next, the living room is dark, save for the small lamp in the corner of the room. As you go to stretch out your legs on the couch, your feet kick into something that wasn’t there before.

“Sokka?” you ask wearily, assuming your friend is back from dropping Suki off home.

“Nope.”

It wasn’t Sokka’s voice. Nor was it Toph’s. Trying your best to sit up under the weight of five blankets, you turn your head to see Zuko’s face illuminated by his phone’s screen as his thumb continued to scroll.

“Oh. Hi.”

He looked over at you. “Hey. Can I get you anything?”

It takes you a moment to get over the fact that Zuko is the reinforcements, the one called to take care of you while your roommates are out of the apartment. But finally you respond, “Actually, my throat is really dry. Can you grab my water bottle for me?”

He reached over to the coffee table to grab your water bottle for you. Then, after handing it you, Zuko went back to looking at his phone.

“Katara says you have to take your medicine once you’ve woken up.”

“Ugh noooooo. I don’t want to.”

Taking pills has never been your been your strong suit. Maybe it’s your irrational fear of choking on them or just your innate ability to be stubborn about everything but you try to put up your best fight.

“You have to. Or else we’ll have to cancel another game night or you just won’t be able to play with us. And then who would kill Sokka first in Among Us.”

“You’ll have to continue my legacy, that’s all.”

“Just take the pills. I already cut them up for you.”

“Fine... thank you.”

After you swallow the last pill, you lay back down on the couch but Zuko gets up.

“Where are you going?”

“Since you’re up now, let’s watch a movie. There’s nothing else you should really be doing in your condition.”

“I have my DVDs on my shelf in my room. Pick me a Disney movie?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh my god, please? I am very sick and frail and only the nostalgic joys of my childhood can cure me.”

“....fine.”

You muster up a squeal that quickly turns into a cough as Zuko leaves the room. After a few minutes he comes back with Toy Story 2, a choice that makes you raise an eyebrow considering its heartbreaking song is not something you’d expect Zuko to want to watch. Nonetheless, you hardly protest as the two of you settle in on the couch for the movie to begin.

To your surprise, the animated movie managed to steal a couple chuckles from Zuko. After all the bickering throughout the week with Sokka, it was a welcome and pleasant sound ringing in your ears. Despite your better judgment, you shift closer to him, especially when you know Jessie’s big song is getting closer. He doesn’t move away though and even wraps an arm around you. When a chill runs down your spine, you wonder if it’s due to the fever.

“Are you crying?”

“It’s just SO sad, how could you not, Zuko?! Somebody needs to LOVE HER AGAIN.”

Grinning, he hands you the tissue box, which you fully accept both for your tears and flu-inflicted runny nose. But once the song ends and you’ve let out a good cry, your eyelids start to feel enormously heavy. Zuko must sense this because he scoots a bit closer to you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to pass the flu onto Zuko, but for some reason he feels warmer than the mountains of blankets you’re buried under.

The rest of the movie plays on and you struggle to keep your eyes open, often shifting against Zuko to wake yourself back up. You know there’s more to the movie but Zuko picks up the remote and turns off the tv. Before you could even question what he’s doing, he’s lifting you up and walking you to your room.

“But we didn’t see the end of the movie!”

“You weren’t going to stay up to see the end anyways.”

“But you needed to see Jessie and Bullseye find new homes! With Andy! And Wheezy!! Wheezy gets fixed!!”

He helped you under the covers and sat beside you on your bed for a moment. You still feel enough energy to offer up a few more protests.

“Only the end of the movie can cure me with its pure, unadultered childhood joy! You can use some, too! Disney fixes all things!”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but before getting up, Zuko leaned in to kiss your forehead lightly.

“Go to bed, you idiot.”

You didn’t even register when he left your side because you were asleep again within minutes. In fact, when the sunlight from the bedroom window wakes you up hours later, you could have sworn it was all just a fever dream anyways. Disney movies cuddled up with Zuko? Definitely sounds fake. However, later on in the morning, you do begin to suspect it was all real when you find your Toy Story 2 DVD still in DVD player and catching Katara and Sokka trying to discreetly give each other a high five.

#nina's 1k event #zuko x reader #lol what is consistent verb tense i do not know clearly

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Remy regress

He woke up feeling..off. He brushed it off as lack of good sleep and needing a coffee. He started the coffee maker. Soon enough he had a cup of plain black coffee. He took a sip and wrinkled his nose at the taste.

Huh.. that’s weird.

He ended up putting a bit of caramel flavoring in it. That helped...somewhat.

“Morning!” Emile said as he walked in.

Remy answered with a hum. Emile chuckled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Bad night?”

“I guess?” Remy said, frowning at his mostly empty cup.

“Something wrong?” Emile asked, sitting down next to his boyfriend.

Remy shrugged, “I’m fine babes...just still tired.” That was it...wasn’t it?

Emile looked at him closely, “Okie dokie!”

Remy smiled and drained the rest of his coffee. He didn’t get more. Something that Emile noticed immediately. He didn’t mention it.

“So what are we up today?” Remy asked.

“Napping if you're still tried.” Emile said.

Remy rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Emile frowned, “Ok. How about we just stay here today?”

“Sounds lame.” Remy said.

“Remy.” Emile said.

“Fine.”

They ended up watching cartoons..both of them. Normally half way through the first episode Remy would have pulled out his phone.

“Is your phone dead?” Emile asked.

Remy pulled his gaze from the t.v, “Huh? Oh! No...Why?”

“No reason.” Emile said Remy was already watching the t.v screen again.

It was two hours before Remy got bored and stood up.

“Go to get coffee?” Emile asked. He watched as Remy wrinkled his nose at the thought.

“..Yes.” That’s what he would normally do.

“You don’t have to.” Emile said, his voice switching into Therapy mode.

“I know.” Remy said. No eye roll. No comment. Just...I know. “I think I’ll take a nap.”

Remy walked off and ended up in their bed room. In the corner was Emile’s stuffed animals. Most of whom were from cartoons. Some were just cute.

Remy really really wanted to snuggle one. He shook his head. What was with him today?

He crawled into bed and opened his phone, ready to scroll through instagram until he passed out.

He squinted at the screen. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t read anything. Everything was small and jumbled up. He turned off his phone and set it on the night stand and then stared at the ceiling.

What was wrong with him today? Maybe he should ask Emile. He would know something about this...right?

He glanced back at the pile of toys.

Screw it. He got out of bed and grabbed a simba plush. He crawled back into bed holding a stuffed animal to his chest. He dozed off quickly.

He woke up sometime later and felt even weird. Why was it so hard to think? He was getting scared. What if he was sick? Really really sick?

Tears sprung to his eyes. He hugged Simba tighter.

He was so scared and confused and he wanted Em.

“What’s wrong?” Emile asked as he walked into to find a sobbing Remy holding a stuffed animal.

Remy was quick to bury his face in Emile’s chest and whimpered. “Scared.”

“Why are you scared?” Emile asked softly.

“My brain’s weird and I can’t read and I don’t like it!” Remy described.

It clicked for Emile. He’s seen this before. He was a therapist he’s even suggested for patients to age regress. Get in touch with a childhood that they had lost.

“I think you’re regressed.” Emile said, stroking Remy’s hair.

“What?”

“It’s where you feel younger...do you feel younger?” Emile asked.

“A little.” Rmey said quietly. He paused, “I’m hungry.”

“Well then. Let’s get you something to eat!” Emile said.

Remy clung to Emile all the way to the kitchen and whined when Emile let go of his hand to get some food.

Emile talked to Remy the whole time he made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and cut it into squares. He set that down for him and then gave him a glass of milk.

He turned around to make himself a sandwich when-

“Oops! Oh no!” He turned and found that Remy had knocked over his glass. He looked scared.

“Hey. It’s ok!” Emile said, grabbing a towel.

This was only the first of many accidents that Remy had while small. Each one made him more upset than the last. By evening he was hiding in the back of his closet, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head hidden behind his arms.

It took Emile fifteen minutes to find him there from when he ran off after accidentally dropping a glass and it shattering across the floor.

“Hey. There you are!” Emile said turning on the closet light.

Remy whimpered.

“Hey no! It’s ok!” Emile said.

“No! I..I didn’t mean too!” Remy said breathing fast.

“You aren’t in trouble.” Emile said.

Remy looked at him scared. It hurt Emile that Remy was afraid of him. “Of course not! It was an accident!”

“I’m an accident.” Remy muttered.

Emile frowned, “No. You’re not.”

“Yes I am! I break everything ! And- and I’m always scared! Now I’m all brain weird!” Remy shouted.

“Oh sweetie.” Emile said, opening his arms. Remy threw himself into them and sobbed. “I had no idea you were so scared.”

“I’m stupid.”

“You aren’t stupid.” Emile said firmly. He was going to have a long chat with Remy after he wasn’t regressed about all of this. For now, he needed to calm him down. “How about some ice cream?”

“Really?” Remy asked hesitantly.

“Really. Come on!” Emile said, pulling Remy along to the kitchen.

He gave him a dish of ice cream and watched as he slowly started smiling. “Better?”

Remy nodded. “Thanks Em.”

Emile smiled.

---

Remy woke up with a mild headache from not having his coffee yet. He felt… normal if not a little embarrassed about how he acted.

He looked over and found that Emile was already awake.

He got to the kitchen and found Emile had made a pot of coffee and was reading. “Ah! You’re up!”

Remy didn’t respond right away. Emile frowned, “Aaaw are you still feeling little-”

“No!” Remy said sharply before taking a breath. “No I’m just..” He poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t want to turn around.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Emile said softly.

“Right. Because me acting like a kid is totes normal.” Remy said drily, turning to face his boyfriend.

“It’s perfectly healthy to age regress.” Emile said, staring him down.

Remy broke eye contact first.

“We need to talk.” Emile said.

Remy nodded and sat down across from him tensely. This was the part where they go back to being friends right? Remy was just too screwed up to be bothered with.

“So you regress pretty young.” Emile started.

Remy shrugged and took a drink. He had no idea if that was normal or not for age regression.

“Do you want me to be your caregiver?”

Remy almost spit out his coffee. “My what?”

“I watch you when you're regressed.” Emile clarified.

“...that’s going to happen again?” Remy asked quietly.

“Probably. Maybe not. It could have been a one time thing.” Emile said, trying to comfort him.

Remy stared down into his coffee. “I...I don’t know.”

Emile put a hand over Remy’s. “We have time. You don’t have to answer right away.”

Remy nodded. He had a lot he needed to think about.

---

Two weeks had passed since he had regressed and he stubbornly avoided talking about it again. He was not going to do that again! He shuddered at how scared and helpless he felt.

“Regressing can be fun!” Emile promised.

Remy ignored him. There was no way that...that was going to be good for him! He had a fine childhood, he didn’t need to regress! He wasn’t stressed...much. Or depressed… most of the time.

He could handle it! He was fine!

At least, until he woke up with his head fuzzy again. Dread settled in his stomach at what that meant. He took a breath and was determined to do everything he could to not regress!

He glanced over at Emile who was still asleep. He was not going to tell his boyfriend either...Even if he had promised. He hadn’t meant it anyway….

Guilt started to gnaw at him. He got out of bed. He could handle this.

He would handle this.

He drank his coffee black despite wanting to put an unholy amount of sugar in it. He got a second cup even though he didn’t want to. He got dressed in his normal clothing even if they were uncomfortable. He went to work and was fine!

He was fine!

Until he got sent home early for being snippy. He was always snippy, he grumbled as he got home. He looked around the empty apartment and sighed. Emile wouldn’t be back for a couple hours.

He wanted him now though. He wanted to be held and told that everything was fine. He wanted to just..relax.

Well he could do that, couldn’t he? Yeah, if he got less stressed maybe the fuzzy feeling that plagued him would leave.

He first tried watching t.v but the Rom Com he put on wasn’t holding his interest. Next he tried scrolling through Instagram. Again not interesting. He groaned in frustration.

Tears pricked at his eyes. Angry he wiped them away. He would not lose to this! He was an adult! He could handle this!

Emile came home to find Remy sitting on the couch staring off into space, tears pouring down his face.

“What happened?” He asked.

Remy looked at him, “I...I didn’t want to.” He said quietly.

Fear shot through Emile, “Didn’t want to what?” A million terrible situations running through his head.

Remy shook his head, “I’m an adult.”

Emile paused for a second. It clicked. “Oh. Are you feeling a bit small again?”

“I don’t want it!” Remy said sobbing.

“Would a hug make you feel better?” Emile asked.

Remy nodded and fell against Emile’s chest. Emile hugged him as he cried. “It’s ok. Shh.”

“I don’t wanna.” Remy cried.

“Why not?” Emile asked.

“Cuz it’s weird!” Remy said.

“So?” Emile asked. “People think I’m weird. Weird is ok!”

Remy thought about this. “I feel bad...scared.”

“Oh. Well I’m here now and I’ll protect you!”

“Really?” Remy asked.

“Really. I'll keep you safe.” Émile promised, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Remy hugged Emile again, tighter this time. “Tank you.”

“Of course.”

Emile put on a movie and let Remy cuddle up to him. It took time for him to finally relax.

“Em…” Remy started quietly.

“Yes?”

“Love you.” Remy muttered.

Emile almost squealed. “Love you too baby.”

“Mkay.” Remy said leaning his head on Emile’s shoulder going back to watching the movie.

Remy still wasn’t comfortable with his regression but he did feel safer with Emile there.

And that was a start right?

#agere remy #cg emile

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fic-ify · 3 years

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Pocket Beel! (part 2 of 2)

Welcome back! Here continues the dorkiness of my OC Max while trying to keep an eye on miniaturized Beel. Big thank you again to @boxbusiness for inspiring this fic and @thatfanfictionchick for hyping me to write it.

Warnings: none, it’s fluff

She was warm, very warm, and there was a weird pressure against the base of her throat that she couldn’t identify in her half-sleep. A low grumble escaped her before a yawn pressed against her lips and escaped. She blinked sleepy eyes open, slowly focusing on Belphie’s sleeping face in front of her and finally noticing the arm wrapped over her waist.

A soft huff left her as she raised a hand and ran her fingers through her bed invader’s hair, briefly wondering how he’d made it through the locked door. A matter she wasn’t entirely surprised over if she thought about it. One sleep hazed eye opened to look at her, watching her smile in greeting. That gaze flickered down and the soft grunt of discontent he gave made her glance down as well.

“Cheeky.” She chuckled as she looked down at Beel where his head was poking out the neck of her sweatshirt, the rest of him hidden under the fabric against her chest. In his sleep he looked so happy and peaceful she couldn’t be mad. She was just glad he wasn’t in his demon form. Even at this size, his horns would be a pain against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Asmo figured out a trick for his clothes.” Belphie’s low voice said to her, his arm tightening around her and drawing her attention back to him. “Not sure we can get them back to normal, but at least he’ll be comfy.”

“Thank you Belphie.” She gave him a chaste peck against his lips. To which he frowned, looking for all the world like she’d flicked him in the forehead instead.

“Kiss me properly.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” She giggled, earning a playful growl before he leaned forward to do just so. His lips captured hers fully as his hand guided her onto her back so he could lean over her. She hummed against his mouth, opening for him to let his tongue lazily explore her own.

“Oi! No lip mackin’ on the human’s bed!” The door slammed open, barely preceding Mammon’s shouting. Belphie pulled away lazily and glared over his shoulder at his brother. “Get yer butts outta bed. Dinner’s almost done.” Though the message the second born had been given had been delivered, he refused to leave the doorway, glaring back at his youngest brother with his arms crossed.

“Alright alright, we’re up.” She shoved lightly against Belphie, rolling him off her so she could sit up. She looked down at Beel, still dozing in her shirt. “Beel baby, time to wake up. Dinner is ready.” Ignoring Mammon’s indignant squawk and stammering at seeing the little demon in her clothing, she watched Beel wake up slowly. His eyes brightened at the recognition of talk of food.

“Here.” A small bundle landed on her lap from Belphie while Beel climbed out of her top. She looked down to see what looked to be shrunken versions of Beel’s casual clothing. The little demon hopped down onto her lap and grabbed them before ducking behind her for some attempt at privacy. Not that his she or his twin hadn’t seen him in much less, but with Mammon still playing watchdog and the already present humiliation of his size, he clearly wanted a moment.

“Ready!” He popped back out, dressed up in his sweatpants and t-shirt looking much more comfortable. Belphie lowered a hand to him before raising him and sliding him into his breast pocket on his jacket. Max giggled at the sight of Beel’s head and arms hanging out of the pocket, perfectly content in his spot.

Dinner passed without too much fuss that evening, or at least no more than usual. Beel stood anywhere from his plate to various spots on the table, sneaking bite-sized servings from the dishes. Levi and Asmo took various pictures and recordings of the whole ordeal, the latter making cooing and squealing noises at the cuteness of his little brother. Mammon moaned and griped about how it wasn’t a big deal and ‘how could someone so small be more interesting than THE Great Mammon?’ Or at least he did until he talked himself into the idea of either selling Beel or selling pictures of him. Both ideas were shot down immediately by Belphie and Max.

Eventually, Beel hopped down into Max’s lap and snuggled down to take what seemed to be a food-induced nap. It was the first time in weeks that they had plenty of leftovers to get them each through lunch the next day if they wanted. Lucifer and Satan both dismissed themselves as the table was being cleared, not surprising anyone since they had been the least involved in the dinner antics. With Beel slipped into her sweatshirt pocket, Max followed Belphie and Levi into the kitchen with the intent of finding some dessert.

“Movie night?” Her question was answered by a grunt from where Belphie had hunched over the table to sleep, and an affirmative from Levi washing the dishes. She set about making popcorn and snacks, giggling a bit when Beel flew from her sweatshirt and out onto the counter to pilfer through said snacks. The mood was comfortable between the four of them, rather, three and a tenth of them. She and Levi discussed the possible movie options, eventually narrowing it down to a psychological thriller from the human realm. When she turned back around to check on Beel and the snacks, she could have cried.

“He may be the size of a sulfur rat but he still eats like a boar,” Belphie commented as he spoonfed his twin pudding. Two empty pudding cups sat beside them on the table and the one they were working on was about half empty. The spoon was nearly the size of Beel’s face, but he didn’t seem to mind as he gobbled it down happily. “I’m never going to let you live this down.” He told Beel, who very much ignored him in favor of another mouthful. Levi and Max exchanged a glance before whipping out their D.D.Ds and snapping a photo of the pair.

“Alright! Movie time!” She announced, gathering the bowls of popcorn and several bags of snacks in her arms. Levi led the way and Belphie trailed with Beel once again in the breast pocket of his jacket. The two of them were discussing something but their voices were too low for her to make out. Not that she needed to listen, she was just curious.

By the time they had settled in in the movie room, Mammon and Satan had both joined. The former talking himself up to show that he wasn’t scared even as he insisted on sitting next to Max on the couch. The latter settled into an armchair a little behind the rest with a book, but she had a feeling he would end up paying attention to the movie in the end. Belphie laid across the rest of the couch with his head in her lap and Levi made himself comfortable on the floor with some pillows. The last one to get settled was Beel, who dove quite literally into the bowl of popcorn in her hands and vanished amongst the kernels.

“Have you seen this already Max?” Satan asked while the movie started and trailers rolled.

“I saw the original when I was younger, my dad was big into suspense and action movies.” She laughed a little as a thought came to mind. “That honestly explains a lot about myself now.” The comment earned her a few chuckles before they settled down.

Levi and Satan were both quickly enthralled, Belphie had fallen asleep and she wondered if he had been awake at all since he’d laid down. Mammon was trying very hard not to seem like he was curling into her side but she could tell by his fidgeting feet and grip on her arm that he wasn’t doing so hot with the movie. To better anchor and distract him she pulled her arm free from his grasp and wrapped it behind him around his waist. The touch seemed to do the trick when he relaxed into it and his feet stopped moving.

“Beel you have butter and salt in your hair.” She whispered when the little redhead poked his head out of the popcorn again. He grinned up at her playfully, shoving an entire piece into his mouth instead of replying. She just shook her head and smiled in return before focusing again on the movie, vaguely aware of the soft crunches coming from the snack in her hands.

“Max, sleep!” Beel’s tiny voice called out to her from his spot on Belphie’s head as they walked from the movie room to their respective bedrooms. When she looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, he pointed to the bedroom door they were now in front of. It was the twin’s room.

“He wants you to spend the night with us.” Belphie translated for her. She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the homework she wanted to get a head start on that was waiting for her in her room. When the twins didn’t immediately receive an answer, Beel turned on his stupid puppy dog pout that, at any other time was already effective. At his current size, it was practically fatal.

“Fine, fine! Let me just go change and I’ll come over.” Both looked ready to insist she could wear some of their clothes to sleep but she was already walking away to her room. At least this way she could take care of her nightly routine before being commandeered away in their room. She just hoped Belphie would let her get out of bed at a reasonable time this time.

“Where’s Beel at?” Max asked curiously when she walked into the twins’ room twenty minutes later. Belphie was laid flat on his stomach on his bed but the smaller brother was nowhere to be seen.

“Bath,” He snorted at her utterly horrified look. “He’s in the sink, don't worry. I’m not too fond of drowning my brother. Not terribly satisfying when he’s so small.” While he might have had a point there, it didn’t mean she was overly fond of it. Instead of responding she walked over to the bathroom door and gave it a light knock.

“You doin’ okay in there Babs?” She listened carefully and relaxed when she heard an ‘I’m okay!’ in affirmation. A huff from Belphie alerted her to the youngest brother’s discontent. Though if it was due to her disbelief in his honesty or the fact that she still hadn’t cuddled up to him, she wasn’t quite sure.

“I’m going to fall asleep without you if you don’t hurry up.” Belphie threatened, rolling onto his side to face and glare at her.

“You’d do that no matter what pace I moved at.” She pointed out but yielded by approaching his bed anyway. She slid in under the covers and under his offered arm, settling in in front of him with a warm smile. “There, happy now? Needy demon boy.” That earned her a playfully light bite to the tip of her nose before he used his arm around her waist to draw her closer. Before he could start anymore mischief that would end in a much longer night than she needed at the moment, she turned onto her other side, forcing him to be her big spoon.

A low growl was muffled into the back of her neck when he begrudgingly pulled her close against him. It was a noise that said he knew what she was doing and a change of positions wasn’t going to stop him. She knew it wouldn’t but it would give Beel more time to leave the bathroom. And about a minute later, as the sloth demon’s hands had started to caress and wander, the bathroom door finally opened.

Pocket demon-form Beel hovered out of the doorway and across the room to them eagerly. His hair was still a little damp but was clearly much cleaner from his adventures in the popcorn bowl. She blew on his head gently, causing him to squawk indignantly and giggle before attempting to hide under the pillow.

“You’re both disgusting.” Belphie said, his tone displaying the eye roll she was sure was occurring at the back of her head. She ignored him in favor of reaching for Beel and coaxing him out to nestle against her neck under her chin. A happy hum escaped him, sounding much like what she remembered a kitten’s purr to be like.

“Night you two.”

“Night! Love you Max!” Beel called out, breaking off with a yawn before going silent again. Belphie echoed him though his words were lost as a mumble as he fell asleep quickly before either of them. Not that she was far behind him, she noted as her eyes drew heavy and her body finally relaxed after the long day.

For the first time in a while, the overbearing heat of a demon body beside her was not the source to wake her up. Nor was the monstrous growling that seemed to reverberate through her bones. Rather it was the fact that she was currently being suffocated beneath whatever, or whoever, was the cause of those two factors.

“Beel!” She squealed, wiggling under the once again fully grown gluttony demon to no avail, no matter how much she jabbed at him with her fingers. “Beeeeeel! You’re crushing me Babs.” Finally she felt him stirring, a heavy sigh focused on the crook of her neck that caused her to shudder, and his arms further wrapping around her.

“You’re pokey.” He complained, rolling over onto his back and effectively pulling her on top of him. This she could handle. “Five more minutes.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the Avatar of Sloth.” A second voice teased with a sleep filled voice. A third arm wrapped around her where Beel’s arms didn’t cover as Belphie snuggled into his brother’s side and half splayed his limbs over her.

Sloth indeed. She thought affectionately, relaxing into their cuddles once again to drift back asleep. She could enjoy Beel being fully grown later, for now it seemed she was being held hostage in the bed once again.

Not that she was complaining.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me beelzebub #pocket beel #obey me fluff

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 3 years

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Save it for a Rainy Day (pt. 1)

So I guess I may as well talk about what happened since I’m doing fuckall else.

Last night I was a couple blocks away from the HBC when it just starts POURING. Like no warning. Just DOWNPOUR.

Well it’s more than an hour walk home from the cafe even without torrential downpours. So I actually did something logical for once and hoofed it back to Lan Zhan’s. I was just going to wait out the storm or call a cab or something. Didn’t want to bother him too much.

I walked the few blocks back but by then I was just soaked through. Every bit of me.

Why do you feel so much more WET when you’re wearing clothes in the water than you do naked? Like how is that a thing?

Oh it was miserable

And worse it was COLD. Ugh.

He slopped up to Lan Zhan’s apartment and knocked. Yes I know he gave me a key but it’s not my place. I don’t want to just barge in when he was most likely settling in for the night.

He looked both surprised and alarmed to see me, but I think the alarm might actually have just been because I was so WET and not because it was me. Which is a relief.

I said “Hi” awkwardly and he quickly ushered me inside to drip in his entry way.

He immediately went off to get me some towels because he is the nicest person in the world. I tried to apologize for disturbing him but he wouldn’t hear of it.

“I’m glad you came back. I was actually about to come looking for you.”

I took a proper look at him now that my sodden hair was pulled away from my eyes and saw that he actually did look ready to go out. He had some waterproof looking shoes and jacket on.

Was he really that worried about a little bit of rain?

Of course he is. See above: Nicest person in the world.

“Oh. Um… Thanks. You didn’t have to go through that trouble though. I would have been fine regardless,” I say despite the fact that the rain was alarming enough to make me turn around and seek shelter. I don’t think he bought it because he gave me one of his /looks/.

I laughed awkwardly, still dripping. “Ahem.. ah.. Anyway… Um.”

Very eloquent, Wei Wuxian. Smooth as butter. I coughed again.

“Sorry for turning up like this anyway. Do you mind if I wait out the rain here? Or no wait I can just call an Uber or something. That’ll be fine. I won’t bother you too long.”

The look came back. The look that tells me I’m being utterly ridiculous.

He seemed to hesitate, but then reached out to take my hand to pull me further inside. I yelped a bit in protest- I didn’t want to drip on everything! - but he ignored me.

“ I do not think that the weather will let up any time soon. You can stay here tonight,” he said, his voice holding none of the hesitation his hand had shown earlier.

We stopped outside of the bathroom where he requested that I wait a moment. He disappeared into his room for a moment and came back holding the same black robe from the spa day (do not say date. It was not a spa date. It was just a day. Between friends. Uuuugh why is this so hard???).

“Leave your clothes outside the door and I will wash them while you take a shower,” he said. He gave me no room to argue as he all but pushed me into the bathroom.

That was the point where I posted yesterday. Just sitting there trying to collect my wits about me.

I will say, as strange as it is being naked in someone else’s home, I was glad for the shower. I was still so cold and the shower helped a lot.

I kinda wished the robe was a bit longer when I wrapped myself up in it after I got out. Beyond the fact that my ankles were a bit cold (the bunny slippers that were provided helped a lot), I was just very aware that I was actually like

Naked naked this time.

(My underwear had been soaked through so they were with the rest of my clothes. )

Eventually (after posting again) I finally got out of the shower to seek out my savior.

I found him in the kitchen making me dinner

Because of course I did.

There was a mug of hot chocolate on the counter already waiting for me. I stared at the steam for a moment before I came back to reality and announced myself. Lan Zhan looked up at me with a soft look that is his version of a light smile.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked. It was late for him to be cooking now. I know he usually eats right away after work.

“Mn,” he confirmed with a soft hum. “I was worried.”

“Oh Lan Zhan,” I sighed as I tried to ignore how that made my heart flip. “You worry about the silliest things. “

He looked sideways at me for a moment before he responded. “Yes Wei Ying is silly sometimes, but well worth worrying about.”

ARRGHH

WHO SAYS THAT

WHO FUCKING SAYS THAT???????

;ALSDJF;ALSKDJFAL;F

HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT TOO THAT DICK

A;LSFJK;DKLFJA;SKLFL

Ugh.

Well after recovering from that mortal wound I glowered at him while he pretended not to notice me glowering at him.

As he continued to feign ignorance I decided to move closer until my head was basically resting on his arm.

He looked at me with that even stare of his and asked me what I was doing.

“Causing problems on purpose,” I answered. “What are you cooking?”

“Dinner”

Oh I’ve been a bad influence on this man.

This time I got to give HIM a look which made him huff out the impression of a laugh before he answered properly. “I have congee cooking in the pressure cooker,” he explained. “I am making chicken for you to go with it.”

As if to emphasize his point, he reached for more chili to put in the pan with the chicken, causing a delicious aroma to float into the room.

“Ooh! I can’t wait!” I said. And, deciding it was better not to lean on someone who is dealing with hot things, I moved away to let him cook in peace.

The rest of the evening wasn’t too terribly eventful. We ate dinner together (Delicious) and finished just in time for my clothes to be dry.

He gave me some pajamas to change in to now that I had clean, dry (warrmmmm) underwear, and we settled in to watch movies for the night.

In all honesty… I’ve been exhausted lately. Must be stress. Pretending you’re not in love with someone who means the whole world to you is just so draining! Fuck.

I started to drift off.

I didn’t manage to drift off entirely though. I was still cold. Didn’t want to complain.

Maybe Lan Zhan could sense it though? Because he shifted me around after a while so that I was leaning against him.

My feet were still cold but he was so warrmmmmm.

He slid his arm around me and started playing with my hair. Did he know I was awake? Did he think I was sleeping? Did he even realize he was doing it? Did he care it was still damp from the shower?

I very nearly fell asleep for real then. I was just so comfortable. And I missed him holding me like this. So much. I decided to be greedy and just enjoy it.

Does that make me a bad person?

Probably.

The movie we’d been watching ended finally and I was about to reveal myself as being secretly awake when he shifted. And. He kissed my forehead.

It was the lightest brush of lips against my skin but I can still feel it there. Just as I can with all the innocent kisses I’ve managed to collect. I can still feel them all.

And then

Without so much as a grunt of effort,

He just hoisted me up into his arms and carried me to the guest room.

Damn them muscles.

He set me down and tucked me in so carefully. But when he turned to leave

Ugh.

I don’t know.

I must have been more asleep than I thought and the part of my brain that lets me NOT BE A GOBLIN must have been shut down.

I just whined and made grabby hands at him. I didn’t want him to go

So I just made like a toddler and made actual grabby hands at him.

Fuck

I’m so lame.

Ah. well it worked I suppose. He hesitated for a second,then climbed into bed with me. I remember feeling his arms slide around me and I snuggled in, greedy for my stolen moments.

I shouldn’t have done that. But I did.

I’m so selfish.

I remember him mumbling good night before I fell asleep properly.

Ugh. Sleep.

I’m sleepy. I think I’m going to nap and type up the rest later.

#wei ying #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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lycorogue · 5 years

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Kyoru Week: Day 6 - Birthday Wishes

Man, I could NOT think of what to do with this prompt today. Not sure why. Maybe burn-out? If so, then I'm sorry for the quality of this story. At the very least, I'm happy enough with it to publish. I just wish I had figured it out sooner so I wasn't posting around 1am. @_@ Lord, I'm tired. And to think, I get to do this sort of thing for a WHOLE MONTH for NaNo in 29 days!

OTL TT3TT Also, I'd like to note that life would be so much easier if all three kids were canonically named... just sayin'....

Full story is below, but you can also read it over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

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The Greatest Gift

Spoilers: Post-manga story; minor Fruits Basket Another reference Romance Level: Contented Lovers/Established Spouses/Parents Word Count: 1150 Summary: Kyo reflects on his favorite birthday gift, and all that entails.

A gentle snore pulled Kyo's attention from the TV. Tohru was curled up beside him, her shoulder tucked in his armpit, and her head against his chest. He wasn't sure when she had passed out, but he coiled his arm tighter around her to make sure she didn't flop off his side. He rested his cheek against the crown of her head and glanced around the living room.

Tohru wasn't the only one to have conked off. All three kids were in a little pile sprawled across the floor, with Hajime practically a futon for his brother and sister. Their shared bowl of popcorn was mostly empty, and tipped over; a few kernels spilled onto the area rug.

Kyo wasn't sure what was going on in the movie anymore, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed listening to his family's collective heavy breathing and soft snores. That is, except for their youngest. For such a tiny little thing of only three, her snoring gave Kyo terrible flashbacks to Kagura's boar form snorting with rage.

Overcome with love, he kissed Tohru on the top of her head, and played with the ends of her long hair.

"Hmm?" Tohru moaned. "Kyo-kun? Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. It's okay." He absentmindedly ran his fingers through her silky locks and continued scanning the room.

"Oh! We all fell asleep?" Tohru bolted upright as she caught sight of their kids.

"It's fine."

"But it's your birthday! We were supposed to be celebrating."

"I was still enjoying the movie, and it's actually really sweet to watch you all passed out like this."

"You watch us sleep? Kyo-kun, that's a bit creepy," Tohru teased. She had gotten more comfortable with doing so with him over the years.

"Maybe, but I enjoy it regardless." He smiled and playfully tugged her into a hug.

"Still, I'm sorry we all drifted off when we should have been spending time with you."

"You are. You're still in the same room. Besides, you guys kind of went all out." The living room had streamers draping down the windows and doorways, balloon bunches marking the corners, a wall-length banner made by the kids wishing him a happy 36th, and wrapping paper still confettied around him. Most of a birthday cake was on the dining table, and half-finished glasses of milk remained at each child's seat. A stack of gifts towered to Kyo's right, and a sash reading 'Birthday Boy' still draped across his chest. He sort of feared what they would all think of for his fortieth birthday, especially since his kids would certainly be old enough to pitch in their ideas by then.

"We wanted you to have a great celebration." Tohru squeezed his chest tight. "You need to know how much we love and appreciate you."

"Well, mission accomplished." He gave her a chaste kiss before pulling away and standing up. "Shall we get these corpses to their rooms to sleep off the excitement of the day?" As if responding to Kyo's suggestion, his daughter loudly snored. He wasn't sure if it was a snort of acceptance or protest of being moved off of her brother's chest.

Tohru nodded and walked over with her arms waiting for her daughter to be passed over. Then Kyo scooped up his middle child before rustling his eldest's hair.

"Huh? Dad?" Hajime sleepily mumbled. "Did I pass out?"

"Yeah. Go on up to bed."

Hajime held his arms out for his brother, but Kyo patted him on the shoulders instead.

"I got him. I want to tuck you guys in anyway. Head on up. I need to turn of the DVD."

"Okay. Happy birthday, Dad." Hajime lazily waddled to his father to give him a quick hug goodnight. He then shuffled to his mother, and the two quickly exchanged goodnight kisses on their cheeks.

Tohru escorted him to his room, their youngest still in her arms. Kyo lingered to turn off the movie and TV, then brought his son to the room he shared with Hajime. A few minutes later – after the younger two were stripped and dressed in their pajamas – all three kids were tucked into their beds, and kissed goodnight.

"Your turn." Kyo opened the master bedroom door, and motioned for Tohru to enter.

"Oh! I was going to clean up, but if you'd like-"

Kyo blushed. "No. You're tired. You've done so much already today. I'll go clean up, you go ahead to bed. I- I mean, unless you're now awake, and you want to-"

Tohru had on her dazed smile. She was clearly still groggy from her impromptu nap. Kyo shook his head and kissed his wife on her forehead.

"Tohru, go to bed. I've got this."

"But it's your birthday. You shouldn't be doing any work."

"Eh, I've got energy to spare. You need to rest up too, ya know." He gently rapped his knuckles against her forehead to accentuate his point. "Go on."

She nodded and gave him a sweet peck on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Kyo-kun. I hope we got you everything you wanted."

He hugged her tightly around her waist, and nuzzled his jaw between her shoulder and neck; breathing her in.

"I have you. I have the kids. I'm out in the world. I'm actually friends with my family. I couldn't imagine anything else I could possibly wish for."

"What about those leg weights for when you jog?"

"Yeah, okay, there's one thing you guys missed for my birthday."

Tohru giggled, and Kyo kissed her jaw line. One more squeeze, and he sent her into their bedroom. He then worked his way back downstairs so he could clean up the lovely party he had. After putting everything away, throwing the wrapping paper, streamers, and balloons into trash bags, and lining up the homemade birthday cards, Kyo walked over to the memorial shrine Tohru kept in their living room.

Kneeling before it, he ran his fingers over the Zodiac-painted stones, and pet the cat one between the ears. He then picked up one of his old prayer beads and rolled it between the pads of his fingers for a couple of seconds before putting it back into the little bowl. Finally, he turned to the picture of Tohru when she was a toddler, being held by both of her parents.

"Thank you, both, for creating Tohru. And, Kyoko-san, thank you for sending her to me; or me to her. Either way, she is the birthday gift I have wished for since I first saw her picture, and the one I continue to treasure each year. Thank you, so much."

With a bow, Kyo turned off the lights and headed up to his bedroom; to the greatest gift he ever received: Tohru's waiting embrace.

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holyytaehyung · 6 years

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bts reaction: You faint during an argument. (A? idk/F)

Seokjin/Jin:

Words had been flying back and fourth between the pair of you, for what seemed hours. It hard started over something so trivial, to the point that you couldn’t even remember what had caused such an outburst. Yet in this moment, you were both hurt and angry. Yelling at one another, exchanging complaints about lack of effort.

It wasn’t until Jin turned to leave the room, reaching the door ready to slam it during his depature - that he heard the trembling whimper leave the shallow of your mouth, accompanied with the loud smack of your body, radiating against the cold, wooden floor.

Turning around, he instantley panicked. Running to your aid, forgetting any sense of anger he once had, had. Picking you up in his arms - making sure that your pulse was still there in blind worry - he carefully made his way to the bedroom as you stirred in his arms. Waiting for you to wake up once more, cuddling you in the process.

‘I’m sorry baby, are you feeling any better? Shall I phone the doctors? You had me so worried Y/n, I love you so much and I don’t want anything like this to happen again.’

‘Jin calm down baby, I’m okay, I promise. Just really tired.’

‘Are you sure? I love you so much and if anything happened to you...’

‘It’s not like that Jin I promise, I’m really just tired. I love you too, can we go have a nap together or a movie marathon? I just want you close to me.’

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi had come home in a terrible mood, he didn’t mean to take it out on you. That’s what he was telling himself, that it was only natural to radiate emotions onto people occasionally. Yet as he continued to yell, voice echoing of the apartment walls - seeing your devestated face, at the hands of his words, hurt him.

He continued to shout though, too blinded in the moment to see your face paling, as you leant against the counter for support as you tried to carry on listening to his bitter words. That failed though, as you felt your eyes roll back into your head, letting the darkness swallow you whole.

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks, as if time had slowed down, before running over to you lacing his cold fingers against the back of your head to check your tempature. After checking all the signs to see if the situation was drastic, he remained sat on the floor with you cradled in the sleeves of his jumper. Reminding himself that once you wake up, he would shower you with all the affection you deserved.

‘Y/n babe, you’re awake! I’m sorry I shouted at you like that, for no reason. I didn’t mean it okay? You really scared me then, please tell me next time! Are you feeling good? Do you need anything?’

‘Yoongi- I’m okay, I promise. I’m tired though, can we go for a nap or something, order takeout? Thank you for taking care of me.’

‘Of course we can Y/n, I’ll always take care of you because, I love you.’

Hoseok/J-hope:

You didn’t mean to start an arguement when you mentioned Hoseok’s lack of time recently. It may have been insensitive, you really did know how much Hoseok cared for you, yet once he started to raise his voice out of frustration - You found your self retaliating with equal force. The pair of you exclaiming concerns at one another, you both knew it wasn’t a serious arguement and that it would work out, yet neither one of you sought out a solution to bring the battle between your voiced to an end.

That was until you found yourself breathing heavier than usual, the room around you starting to spin slightly, grabbing onto the chair next to you for support as your body went limp, collapsing to the wooden floor below you. Hoseok immediately jumped into action, dashing over to you to make sure you were okay. He found a cold cloth to put against your forehead, in hope of cooling you down whilst he waited for your consiousness to return. Hoping that the silly argument could be a thing of the past so he could help you feel better. Wanting nothing but to apoligize and to take care of the person he loves.

‘Hey baby, you’re awake. Do you need anything? Absolutely anything at all? I was so scared, but you’re here now. I’m sorry.’

‘I’m sorry too Hobi, can we go sit on the couch, your legs aren’t too comfy to be honest, I love you.’

‘You’re so mean to meee... but, you know I love you too.’

Namjoon/RM:

The arguement was inevitable, tension had been bubbling between the pair of you all day. It was natural, you and Namjoon got on so effortlessly, that arguments would come every now and then. There was nothing unhealthy about them, but rather they would be the result of either stress or just a bad mood on either of your parts.

All it took was the smashing of a glass to unleash the shouting match, the tiny shards of glass causing you to snap, which had a domino effect against Namjoon himself. The argument itself was over silly, trivial things. Things that really didn’t matter. Yet it’s intensity soon began to surprise you, causing you to panic - before you knew it, you found yourself way out of your depths. Air leaving your lungs as if you were drowing, struggling to stay afloat. Before Namjoon could even realise, your body collapsed against the carpet beneath you.

Non-surprisngly, Namjoon already knew how to respond in this situation, for it had happened once before. He made sure that you were comfortable, (whilst still in the recovery position, because he was always worried.) he brought a drink to your side ready for when you woke back up. Deciding to run his fingers carefully through your hair, hoping that you’de be okay and hoping that you’de forgive one another, for the argument really didn’t matter anymore.

‘I got you a drink babe, only take small sips though, carefully. Can we forget about what happened? You know I’ll buy a new glass, I’m sorry though.’

‘You’re adorable Joonie, I’m sorry too I snapped at you, come cuddle me - It’s the best way for forgiveness!’

‘Of course it is, Y/n. Of course.’

Jimin:

Jimin and you had been arguing for what seemed like forever, in reality it had only been half an hour. Jimin arrived home late and had accidently forgot about your date, you knew he was sorry, but you were too embarrased and irritated to care. Using the opputunity to unravel all pent up frustration you had within you - only for Jimin to return with the same force, both of you knew that the argument was pointless and that the reasonable outcome was to have a calmer discussion about what was bothering you, yet neither of you cared.

However, you same to regret ignoring rationality, once you found yourself strugglig to stay balanced. Out of no where, you began to feel light-headed and shaky. You couldn’t control your body as you felt yourself drifting into darkness, ignoring Jimins worried plea’s as you heard his body move towards yours.

The minute you looked out of sorts, Jimin tried to help - already seeing the signs of passing out. He had been there too, from either exhaustion or stress, so he already had a plan in the back of his mind too make you feel better. Jimin placed you on the comfort of your shared bed, with a drink and some crisps next too you, (for if you were hungry) also running his fingers through the roots of your hair - something he could never resist, finding the feeling theraputic - simutaniously, waiting for you to wake up so he could take better care of you, wanting your forgiveness in the process.

‘Take it easy okay, Y/n. You need to be careful, don’t worry me like that!’

‘I’m sorry Jimin, for everything. I was being petty, I love you so much, I’m sorry.’

‘I’m sorry too baby, you know I love you too. Just stay here with me in bed, let me take good care of you.’

Taehyung:

Taehyung honestly hadn’t meant to snap at you when he came home from a long day of practice. He knew you had good intentions when you implied the want for attention. Yet he couldn’t hold back the bitter words that left his mouth, to blinded by his own stress to see how hurt you were. That quickly switched though, as you let your own frustration lead you to retaliate with equal amounts of venom laced into your tone. Which led to the both of you, exclaiming profanities at one another with no sense of thought processing.

You found yourself struggling to keep up with his energy though, your body seemed more tired than usual - wanting nothing but rest, which you ignorantly ignored, carrying on the debate with no doubt. Sooner or later though; you felt your exhaustion building up, the high density of your voice seemed to waiver as your body crumpled in on itself, ending the argument in the process - Leaving nothing but a distressed Taehyung behind.

Taehyung stared in shock for a second, before rationality came flooding back to him. Sprinting around the apartment in search of everything he needed to take sincere care of you, whilst placing you in a comfortable position on the couch, Taehyung sat next to you with his head in his hands replaying the whole ordeal. Thinking of ways to make it up to you once you were awake, feeling nothing but annoyance for his lack of awareness, hoping you were going to be okay sooner rather than later.

‘Oh, Y/n you’re up! You, you aren’t still angry are you? I didn’t mean what I had said, I hope you know that.’

‘I do know that Tae, but it still hurt my feelings. I’m really tired though..’

‘Let’s take you to bed then, I’ll make it up to you, I promise I will.’

‘I hope so babe, I love you.’

‘I love you more Y/n.’

Jungkook:

You had accidently spilt a small amount of sauce on one of Jungkooks jumpers. He knew it was an accident, you knew it was an accident, however, Jungkook couldn’t control the temper that he unloaded. You did your best to stay calm, knowing Jungkook had much to be stressed about and that he probably didn’t mean the harsh meaning behind some of his words. Although as time went on, you found yourself falling more into worry as he continued bickering to you, despite your attempts of ignoring the relentless shouting.

Before you could stop yourself, you began to feel incredibly unstable, wobbling as you attempted to sit down. Jungkook had turned his back to you, becomming clueless to the situation behind him. Until you realised you wouldn’t even make it to the couch, your body giving in as your tripped slightly over your own foot. Almost feeling peaceful as any form of rest embodied you, completley unaware to how distressed Jungkook had been left.

The second Jungkook noticed something was wrong, he panicked. Sprinting to your side in a matter of seconds, cradling you in his arms as he began to shake with worry. Guilt flooded his system, blaming himself for your lack of consiousness. Doing everything he could to ensure that you were comfortable when you woke up, refusing to leave your side for a second as he rang Jin to ask for advice on what to do. Following his orders to the best of his ability, doing the most he could in making sure you were going to feel better as soon as possible.

‘Thank goodness you’re okay Y/n. I had no clue you were so tired, I feel awful. I’m so, so sorry.’

‘Kook it’s fine, you didn’t know because I didn’t tell you, that’s not your fault. I’m sorry too.’

‘Is there anything you want to do? Sleep? Eat? You need to take better care of yourself baby, it’s not safe to ignore your health.’

‘I know baby, can we just sleep for a bit? Then eat after? You take good care of me Kook. Thankyou, I love you y’know?’

‘Obviously I know silly, I love you more.’

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Thank you to the person who requested this, I hope I did it justice!💝Sorry it’s a tad repettive, but I’m gon’ be honest in saying I wrote this at 4am and I’m lowkey tired as heck, nor have i prove read this bc i feel like ive been inactive, i want too make it up to you🤷🏻‍♀️ -

(all gif creds go to owners. please let me know feedback on this, always feel free to message me too!I hope you have/are having a good day ♡ )

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trishekebab · 7 years

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Kintsugi

This is an original short story I wrote for English class that I thought I'd share. kintsugi (Noun) To repair with gold; The art of repairing metal with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. It was early. Early enough that the sun had not yet graced the sky with its warming presence and the chill of night still remained in the summer air. I was in the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot tea out of my favorite japanese style teacup with purple and blue abstract flowers. I hadn’t intended to be up so early, but these things just happen sometimes. As I stood, hip resting of the low granite counter, I let my mind go blank, savoring the calm you only find before the world is awake. The doorbell rang. Now that was odd, who could possibly be visiting at this hour. I walked to the door of the apartment I shared with my sister Alison. A glance in the peephole revealed two men in suits. I unlocked and opened the door to the police officers. “Good morning officers,” I said sweetly, if a little tiredly, “What can I do for you so early this morning?” “I’m detective Jones, and this is my partner, detective Wallace. We’re looking for Alene Brogan” Jones queried softly. “That’s me. What do you need?” I took a sip of my tea. “May we come in?” “Umm…sure?” I opened the door all the way to allow them entrance to my small apartment. “Why don’t we sit down, Miss Brogan?” detective Wallace’s voice was a comforting baritone. “Right this way officers” I led them to the modest living room area with dark hardwood floors and a dark green couch adjacent to a white floral chair with fluffy cushions. I sat in the white chair and the detectives took their places on either place on the sofa, turning to face me. “We’ve been sent to inform you that at 2:36 this morning the remains of who we believe to be one Alison Brogan were discovered behind the fifth street bar and grille. As you are her only living relative, we thought it best to tell as soon as possible. We are very sorry for your loss.” Jones’ voice was soft, as though he was speaking to a frightened deer. I hadn’t heard his whole speech. At the mention of my sister’s name, my teacup slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor, embedding tiny ceramic shards in my bare feet and dousing them in the hot liquid. I didn’t feel the pain. I didn’t feel anything. In that moment my entire world had stopped and I was numb, robbed of all ability to feel. The detectives had rushed inside to help me with my injuries while I stood completely shell shocked. They asked me where my first aid kit and paper towels were. I answered automatically, letting them bandage my feet and clean up the remainder of the broken teacup. I have no idea how long these events took. They blurred together in the clouded vortex of a mind in shock, making it feel as though time was zipping by too fast to even glimpse and yet it passed lethargically. It was as though this moment, this one, terrible moment, wanted to latch onto me forever and never let me go, to seep into the cracks in my shattered form and prevent any adhesive, no matter how strong, from putting me back together. Detective Wallace moved to throw away what remained of my purple and blue teacup, but I stopped him. Taking the small handheld dustpan from his grasp, I transferred the teacup to the empty fruit bowl on the counter. It might seem strange that I was so focused on a ten dollar ceramic, but that dinky little teacup was one of my most treasured possessions. Alison had given it to me six years prior for my fourteenth birthday. She had been fifteen and had painted the teacup herself with the colors of our birthstones. Ali had always been wonderful at art; she was getting her degree in graphic design. Well, not anymore, obviously. She would never get her degree, or make herself a cup of tea, or even take a nap ever again. And I was all alone. A poor little orphan girl with no one left. In the year that followed, I fell into a pattern of not living but simply existing. I went to my classes, came home, did homework, ate, bathed, went to sleep, and woke up in the morning to start all over again. I rarely spoke when it wasn’t required and I never smiled. I passed all my classes and was one year closer to my degree in computer engineering; but I didn’t care. Not really. It was a little over a year after they found my sister and I had not left my house save for grocery runs all summer. School started back up in two weeks and I was contemplating dropping out. It wasn’t as if there was anyone left to be disappointed in me. No. I have to do this. For her. For them. My family. I thought. They never found Ali’s killer. It was some back alley mugging, and she had been coming home from a party. It might be assumed that this was the beginning of my search for her killer and the subsequent revenge which comes with such tales, but I was not that strong, nor did I seek to enforce any penance for what had happened. I had long ago accepted the fact that her death was simply one of many such attacks. She just ran out of luck. I had spent the day laying in bed, doing nothing of importance and wallowing. As had often been the case in the past year. There was some ad on the tv for a novelty mop of sorts. “Change your life for the better,” it said. And that got me thinking, which got me moving, and the next thing I knew I was out of the house and driving to a local coffee shop. In a couple of weeks it would be flooded with college students doing homework, studying, or just having social hour, but right then, it was mostly empty. I ordered a tea and sat down at a counter facing the window. I didn’t care to look at the stereotypical interior of the coffee shop meant to invite the business of hipsters and struggling artists. As I observed the street traffic and the distant sun, which was quickly nearing its nadir, a small blonde girl sat down next to me with a paper cup of coffee that must have been 30 ounces at least. Her hair was cut into a short bob reminiscent of the roaring twenties, her eyes were a warm and inviting grey with a slight downward tilt, and she wore a bright pastel blue dress adorned with depictions of squirrels in orange. “Hey. I’m Shawn. I know what you’re gonna say, and yes, it is actually a girl’s name,” Shawn smiled lightly and looked at me for a few seconds, as if waiting for something, “And you are..?” she prompted me. “Oh! I’m Alene. It’s Irish,” I responded with a mental facepalm, of course she was waiting for me to give my name. It seemed that my time away from humanity had left me a bit socially handicapped. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Alene. Say, have you ever seen Slipper and The Rose with Richard Chamberlain?” she asked excitedly. “Uh… No?” Shawn gasped, “Welp, that settles it. We must remedy this immediately!” She began to rapidly relay the plot of the movie, along with what she felt were the most important quotes and a few song excerpts. However, the conversation quickly turned to dinosaurs with feathers for a short time before turning to zombies. We sat talking for four hours and it was well past dark by the time I had gone home. Shawn and I began hanging out nearly every day and even had a few classes together when the semester began. Shawn was studying Applied and Computational Mathematical Sciences so there was some crossover. She and I became very fast friends. Shawn was good for me. After all, she was exactly what I hadn’t been for so long. Happy. Shawn was excited by nearly every new occurrence, which seems like it might get annoying very quickly, yet it never did. She helped me start to see joy in the little things again. And all of a sudden I realised that I had been color blind, living in a world made of grey, thinking that there were no other colors. Because, for the first time in a very long time, I had the rainbow back. Seven months after I met Shawn however, my worst nightmare came true. There was no visit from the police telling me that the person I now considered family was gone. No, this was worse. It was about six fifteen and I was heading out to pick up some popcorn for our weekly movie night where one of us forced the other to watch a movie we had been deprived of. I was listening to a bouncy pop song when I turned the corner and saw it. Shawn was on the ground with her back leaning against the brick wall of an old pawn shop. Why is she sitting outside? I had thought innocently before I noticed the dark stain spreading from her lower abdomen and the thin red line trailing from the corner of her mouth. I dialled 911 quickly as I ran to her. The phone operator spouted off the classic opener with a bored tone. My voice was frantic and stuttery as I tried to explain the situation, “Hello. I-I’m at 213 Prenton Way. Um, it’s my friend. Oh god, I think she’s been stabbed!” The dispatcher’s voice was suddenly invested as she informed me that there was an ambulance on its way and how I could help in the meantime. Seven and a half minutes. That’s how long it took the ambulance to get there, how long I held my hands over her wound and begged her to stay with me. It was sixteen hours in the waiting room before I could see her. She was in a private room which felt sterile and invasive. Her skin, which was normally pinkish with a sort of glow was ashen and grey, with dark circles under her eyes. I walked slowly to her. When I reached the side of the bed I collapsed and broke down in tears, which soon devolved into pathetic blubbering. I don’t know when it started, but Shawn had been running her hand over my hair, trying to calm my breathing. We sat in silence for a long time before she finally spoke, “Thank you, for saving my life.” “I didn’t do anything,” I said, looking down at my hand that was in my lap and not Shawn’s hand. “Yes you did. I heard you. And I listened. I stayed.” I broke down again, weeping for a solid ten minutes from both leftover shock as well as relief. And that was when I told Shawn everything. About my sister, and my parents, and that awful year of nonexistence. She hugged me and told me everything would be alright. We talked for a while after, eventually deciding that she would be coming to stay with me. Permanently. And after a week of observation, we moved her belongings into my apartment. Two days later, after I came home from a grocery run, she bounced my way excitedly with a small wrapped package. “Here, I got you something,” she held it out with a nervous smile. When I opened the small blue box, I gasped and tears sprang into my eyes. “M-my teacup? B-but, how did you fix it?” “Kintsugi, it’s an ancient japanese art of repairing pottery with gold. It’s also a mindset, that something broken, once repaired, is more beautiful for the trauma it underwent. Just like you.”

#original story #symbolism #like so much symbolism you'll choke on it #angst #depression #character death #I made my sister cry with this #im sorry #writing #short story #there was supposed to be a scene at her sister's grave but I was already over the maximum word count #heavily implied lesbians #like really heavily implied #teacups #teacup symbolism #kintsugi #mention of hipsters

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Desert Nights and Starlight

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Description: You and Yoongi finally take that road trip you’ve been talking about

You met Yoongi when you were 12, when he’d first moved to Texas– into the house right next to yours. He’d come from Connecticut, and the outskirts of Conroe weren’t exactly used to northerners. In short, he didn’t fit in. But that was okay, because neither did you. You became fast friends, after your mother brought half-burnt cookies over to their house as a welcome gift (you always thought it was more of a peace offering, but that’s a story for another time).

You saw him slinking across the hallway, trying to avoid meeting anyone, but his mother called him to the door. “Yoongi, I want you to meet the neighbors.” You weren’t sure if he was shy or just uninterested, but he seemed a little less standoffish once he noticed the cookies. You introduced yourself and told him that he should definitely go down to the lake– “you could even come with me, if you’d like,” you offered. “I mean, you look like you could use the sun,” you laughed, noticing how pale he was. When he didn’t respond, you were worried that you’d offended him, but after a short moment, he laughed too, quietly, almost like he was embarrassed. You liked the way his gums showed when he smiled. It made him more real.

Conroe was a flat, dry place with swaths of hot white concrete and too many scraggly pine trees and a too-blue sky, so large you could see the way it wrapped around the earth. The clouds were white and gold and incredibly real. They always looked close enough to touch. The lake sprawled across the outskirts of the city, branching off and doubling back on itself. There wasn’t exactly much to do in Conroe, besides going to the lake. The movie theater was okay, and the Tex-Mex was good, you supposed. You still remember the first time you made Yoongi try it.

He mentioned offhand that he’d never tried Tex-Mex, and the next time your family went out, you showed up at his door, dragging him with you with little warning. “If you live in Texas, you have to at least try Tex-Mex, okay? It’s a requirement.” He grumbled, but followed nonetheless. You thought it was funny, the way he looked at everything suspiciously, as if it were going to bite him (instead of the other way around), and ate in little nibbles, unsure of the food. He was nonplussed, for the most part, but he did find his first true love in the form of sopapillas.

In the beginning, you were always the one to knock on his door, and that never really changed. As time passed, he eventually just began showing up at your house. You’d come home from an errand and he’d be sitting in the kitchen, or you’d wake up from a nap, and he’d be sleeping on the couch across from you. Sometimes you’d look out your window and see him at the base of the large pine across from your room.

He was reserved, at first, but you drew him out of his shell. Sort of. You felt like you never really knew everything about him, though.

He was snow, soft and light, melting fast in the Texas heat.

You liked to sit on the couch at his house and listen to him practice the piano. It was like listening to him laugh– which he didn’t do that often in the first place– or cry(which he never did. Well. Maybe once in a blue moon, but you’d never tell anyone) except you got to hear more of him.

You talked him into climbing the pine tree in your backyard, and even though he grumbled about it the whole way up, he did it anyway. You liked how he looked when he finally perched high in the branches. He closed his eyes and let the breeze run its fingers through his hair.

He was a cloud, then, and you thought he might blow away with the wind.

You listened to music together. He showed you what kind of music he liked, and you returned the favor (he laughed at some of the songs, but you never really minded). You would spend time watching the sunset splash red-orange light across the cream-colored ceiling, letting the songs pass one by one.

Sometimes, you would lie on the ground in your backyard together in the shade of the same pine tree, dizzy with the stifling afternoon heat, and talk in circles about everything and nothing at all. That’s when he said the most, though, so it didn’t matter to you what you talked about. You realized in those moments that you loved him, in the way you loved sunsets and flowers and the stars. You never said that aloud, though.

And then night would fall and you’d wait for the stars to come out, and you’d try to find constellations (neither of you were very good at it). The stars were never very bright, always blotted out by the city lights. At night, he came alive. Nervously, at first, like he didn’t know if he could trust you, but he couldn’t keep it to himself. He spoke in lines of poetry, and you loved him then most of all. He would hold your hand like paper: delicate, afraid of tearing you, but grounding, so you wouldn’t blow away. And you felt like maybe, just maybe, he loved you like you loved him.

It took some coaxing, but you eventually did manage to drag him down to the lake. He wore a t-shirt and shorts, instead of a swimsuit, like he wasn’t planning to get into the water. But you jumped in and splashed water at him and laughed, and eventually he followed. That was how it always was. You’d ask him to do something and he’d refuse, but after a bit of persuasion, he would eventually follow.

That’s how the road trip to San Antonio came about. About a year after you first met, you mentioned something about wanting to see the Alamo, and then the idea got stuck in your head. And once you had an idea, it was there for good. You prodded and poked and nagged until he really couldn’t ignore you anymore. He grudgingly agreed to come with you if you planned it all out. And you did. Slowly.

So 4 years later, it finally happens.

You’re standing by the car, fully loaded, Yoongi already sitting in the passenger seat. “Come on, mom, it’s just San Antonio. It’s not like I’m going off to war.” She frowns and shoves another bag into the backseat.

“Even so. You have to be careful. And besides, better safe than sorry. You might need some of these things!”

“Mom, I doubt we’re going to need–” you pause, rummaging through the bag to see what’s inside. “six sandwiches, two gallons of water, and– mom, is this a Taser?” You see Yoongi looking on from the front seat, an amused smile on his face, and you shoot him a glare. He’s not exactly being helpful.

“You never know,” she says stubbornly, closing the car door and crossing her arms. “It won’t hurt to just take it.”

You sigh and nod reluctantly. “Alright, fine, we’ll take it. We’ll be back in three days, okay?” She nods and hugs you briefly before stepping away.

“Stay safe! Drive carefully, alright?” You nod and smile, waving as you start the car.

“Love you, mom! See you in a few days.” She watches from the driveway as you pull away, and you glance over at Yoongi. He’s still smirking a little bit, and you reach over, shoving his shoulder.

He just laughs. “You know, if it’s any hotter in San Antonio than it is here, we might just need the whole two gallons.”

You roll your eyes and adjust your hands on the steering wheel. The leather is hot after being in the summer sun all day. “Listen, I’ve been waiting to take this road trip for years now. Let’s just make it nice while we can, okay?”

“I’ve been waiting too,” he reminds you. You fall into silence and he messes with the stereo until he finds something he likes before settling back in his seat and tipping his head back, closing his eyes. Boring, you think, but you don’t try to wake him up. He’ll just sit there and look groggy if you do.

He doesn’t open his eyes until you pull into San Antonio, just a little more than three hours later. You check into the hotel, dropping off your bags before heading out again. Yoongi insists on going to the river walk first, and you don’t argue. It’s something you’ve been wanting to see anyway, so you can’t complain. It’s colorful and bright and you like seeing all the people, particularly the tourists. It’s only a few degrees hotter than Conroe, but you can still feel the difference.

You drag him over to the river float, which is nice but relatively uneventful, and then he drags you over to get ice cream. You laugh when he gets it on his nose, reaching over to wipe it off. When you do, you’re close enough to see each of his eyelashes, and the way the light glitters in his eyes. You try to ignore it, turning to look at the river again. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t say anything.

Late afternoon comes around, and he takes you back to the car. “I want to show you something,” he explains, sliding into the driver’s seat and holding out his hand for the keys.

“Min Yoongi, if you so much as scratch my car, I swear…”

“Come on, I won’t hurt it. Besides, it’s so old, I don’t think–”

“I paid good money for this car, Min Yoongi! You have to promise,” you say, folding your arms over your chest, as stubborn as ever.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I promise I’ll be careful.” You give him a suspicious look but hand the keys over anyway, sliding into the passenger seat. He pulls out of the parking lot while you put on some music and turn on the AC.

This drive is a livelier one than the one to San Antonio, probably because Yoongi actually has to stay awake this time. As the sun goes down, you roll down your window, letting the cool evening air pour over you.

You laugh and sing along with the music, and sometimes you even get Yoongi to join in with you. You like listening to him sing(even if he can be pretty terrible), but you don’t get the privilege very often.

“So, will you at least tell me where we’re going?” It’s getting darker by the minute, and you left San Antonio behind about two hours ago. You wouldn’t do this with anyone else, but you trust him.

He shakes his head silently, a small smile on his face. “It’s a surprise.” You sigh and turn to look out the window.

“It better be worth it.”

“I think it will be.”

Another hour and a half later, and he pulls off to the side of the road, driving for just a bit before he turns off the car.

“Really? You know how sketchy this is, right? You haven’t turned into a murder overnight, right?” He snorts and gets out of the car.

“Come on, just trust me.” You send him a look but you get out anyway, shutting the door behind you. You look around, then over to him. He’s rummaging around in the trunk, and you go over to him.

“Wow,” you say flatly. “Let’s see… there’s desert, desert, and more desert.” He’s closed the trunk, and he’s spreading a picnic blanket out on the ground. You stare at him as he flops down, patting the spot next to him. You frown at him and he rolls his eyes.

“Please?” The fact that he said please meant that this meant a lot to him, then. You give him another look but do as he asks, lying down on the blanket, a few inches away from him. You look up and see that the stars are absolutely brilliant– so much brighter than they are at home– and you’re stunned into silence.

“It’s called a dark site,” he explains, and you can tell that he’s smiling in the darkness. “It’s a place where there’s no light pollution.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper it, like you’re afraid to disturb the universe.

“I always loved the stars…”

“I know. Because you felt like no matter what you did, they’d always be there.” He must’ve told you a thousand times. You always found it a little sad– you knew that what he really meant was, this is something I can never ruin. Like everything he touched was somehow tainted.

“Eternal,” he says it so quietly you almost miss it. You turn back to the sky and reach over to take his hand. He gently slides his fingers between yours, and you hold on tightly.

You sit together in silence for a moment, timeless. When you glance over at him, you notice that he’s looking at you, and you turn your head to meet his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” he says simply. You wait for an elaboration, and after a moment, he continues. “You’ve always reminded me of the stars.” His grip on your hand tightens slightly. “Of starlight. Bright and soft and beautiful and– far away.” He’s not usually like this, but you know that sometimes he lets his guard down, and then the words pour out.

You squeeze his hand gently and smile, tipping your head forward so that your forehead rests against his. “I’m not far away. I’m right here with you.”

He smiles back and looks down for a moment. You almost expect it, but it still takes you a little off guard when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

It’s soft and gentle and in this moment he shines like the sun– like starlight.

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