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Better Together Chapter Eight

Here's Chapter 8, y'all. My work is not to be posted on any other site. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, send me an ask.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: language, violence, descriptions of torture.

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Chapter Eight

You climb down from the tower, trying to dry your eyes. You dust your hands off and head for the lab. You don’t want to study these stupid flowers, you just want to forget that whole stupid fucking planet. Your eyes won’t stop watering, your throat thick and painful as you try not to burst into tears again.

You round a corner, glancing behind you as you wipe your eyes again. The skin around them is starting to feel raw as you rub them endlessly. There’s something in the middle of the walkway that shouldn’t be there. You turn back to look at what you’ve walked into, stumbling back as fingers wrap around your shoulders.

“Y/N,” Poe breathes, eyes fluttering closed.

Oh, Maker. Your lower lip trembles as you look at his beautiful face, the rejection from earlier swirling up and stifling you. Your eyebrows pinch against your will, eyes starting to squint as the tears threaten to overtake you. Fighting for control, you struggle to smooth out your forehead, but no matter how hard you try, it won’t relax. You inhale sharply through your nose and his eyes fly open.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He mumbles, pulling you in for a hug. It hurts, feeling him care about you this way. You don’t hug him back, keeping your arms rigid by your sides. If you let yourself give in, it will only make things harder. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He whispers, burying his face in your neck. “I didn’t mean… this morning…” he takes a shuddering breath. “Please? Just… pl-please.” He hugs you tighter, his voice breaking.

“Poe,”

“Don’t you think I want… if I let myself ki-“ he cuts off audibly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He whispers.

“What do you want from me?” You ask, but it comes out colder than you mean it to.

“Forgive me? You have to know I would do anything for you. Anything you ask of me.”

“You didn’t do anything that needs to be forgiven.” You say softly, your arms curling around his back, your willpower crumbling.

“In my room-“ he starts.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.” You sigh, turning your face into his neck. “Moment of weakness. Will you forgive me?” You ask.

His soft lips press into your neck and you shiver at the unexpected touch. “Nothing to forgive.” He murmurs, lifting his head up to trail up your neck. Your heart thrums erratically in your chest as his lips brush your jawline. “Please tell me you haven’t been crying all day because I’m an asshole.”

“No.” You say, barely more than a whisper. It’s all you can manage as his lips trail up your cheek. “I finished my report for Leia.” You say and he tenses. “Poe? I know… I know I don’t deserve it, but can we talk about the river?” You ask quietly.

“I liked the river.” He mumbles against your cheek. You desperately want to turn your head, to catch his lips with yours. Maker, you feel like you’re on an emotional rollercoaster, high then low, upside down, then backwards.

“I meant what happened in the river.” You correct.

“Liked that, too.” That earns a weak chuckle.

“You shouldn’t have.” You mumble.

“Y/N,” he groans, guiding you against the wall. He brushes his thumb along your jaw. “What’s bothering you? Tell me. You have so much that you’re not saying and it just breaks my heart.”

Your holopad beeps and you close your eyes. “I have to get to the lab.” You twist your face away.

“I have literally nothing else to do. We can talk on the way.” He says, taking your hand.

“You don’t have to.” You look at him suspiciously. “Why send poor Snap to my room earlier?” You ask and he tips his head back, laughing.

“For funsies.”

“Pando? What the hell was that about?” You ask, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Lando Calrissian. You mentioned he was an inspiration of yours to become a pilot. I figured you would get the reference. Poe, Lando, we’re both pilots.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“I mentioned Calrissian once, five years ago. I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“I remember everything.” He promises. “How was your caf?” He hints.

“Better than the one Bryce brought me. Thank you. And for the food.” You add and he beams, lifting your hands to trace your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Of course.” He looks at you before facing straight and keeping his lips pressed together.

“You might as well say it. You have a terrible sabaacc face.” You sigh, pulling him into the lab.

“I don’t like him. He’s been dating you for three years and still doesn’t know how you like your caf. It’s not hard. He’s a jerk. And I hate that he kept me from the med bay so I couldn’t see you. I hate that he acts like he owns you.” He picks up your protective lab coat and helps you slide your arms in. You wince in pain but quickly compose your face so he won’t see.

“Anything else?” You look up at him.

“Only a million other things.” He sighs, leaning against your lab bench.

“Tell me.” You say, catching his hand.

He lifts your hand to his mouth, lips parting slightly as he flutters his eyes shut. He inhales deeply, lips moving silently against the back of it.

“Didn’t catch that.”

“This is so fucked up to say, but I’m so proud of you.” He says. “When we were taken, you were incredible. I never should have put you in that position, but you didn’t say anything, not to save me, not to save yourself and, Maker, I’m so fucking proud of you. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to hold out when he started hurting you, but the fact that you weren’t breaking gave me strength.” He bows his head, clinging to your hand. “And I hate the fact that you think we went through all that because of you. None of it, none, was your fault.” He sighs, lifting his eyes to your face. “In fact, if it wasn’t morally the exact wrong thing to do, I would kiss you again in a heartbeat. Over and over. But you’re a good person and that wouldn’t be fair to you.” He murmurs softly.

“Poe,” you plead. It’s all you want, to kiss him.

“I know. I shouldn’t want that. You’re not mine to want that with, but I just… it’s in my head now. How good you taste, how soft your lips are.” He squeezes his eyes shut, cutting off his words and you squeak. You try to get your hands free, you want them in his hair, holding him to you.

“Poe, please!” You struggle and he drops your hands, hurt written all over his face.

“Okay.” He turns to leave and you grab his arm, pulling him back. You cling to his face, pulling his lips against yours. His hands grip your waist and you exhale in a rush. A massive weight is lifted off your shoulders as you kiss him, hold him. His lips part under yours and you moan low in the back of your throat. He clings to you, crushing you against him like he can’t get close enough.

Maker, you could stay like this forever.

He backs you into the lab bench, fingers pressing into your hips and you rock into him, starving. The door hisses open and he jerks back, spinning around and walking away a few steps.

Nya walks around the corner and looks up to see you fiddling with your holopad. Having barely recovered your wits, you grabbed the first thing your hands landed on.

“Y/N.” She greets with a smile. It’s fake and you want to slap her, but you just tighten your grip on your holopad instead.

“Nya. What are you doing here?” You ask, trying for polite at least and failing horribly. Poe smirks at you over the shelf he’s studying.

“Looking for you, actually.” She says, heading over and you internally groan.

“What did I do?” You ask and she laughs lightly.

“Nothing yet.” She promises. “Your plants are in bin Cin17.” She says, handing over the packet she’s holding.

“Oh. Thanks.”

She smiles at you and turns to walk away. You glance at Poe and he shrugs, coming back over. “That was odd.” He comments.

“Odd? That’s literally the nicest she’s ever been to me.” You sigh, turning back to your bench.

“I wonder why.”

“Maybe she wants something? Maybe she saw my outright panic attack in the dining hall and is getting off on my suffering.” You sigh.

“Or. On a slightly less negative note. Maybe she missed you? Maybe she realized she’s in love with you and now she wants to make it right and have babies with you.” He says and by the end, you’re laughing much harder than you should be. You double over, grasping your knees, your entire midsection aching for various reasons.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me rip my stitches.” You gasp.

“It wasn’t that funny.” He mumbles.

“Oh man, you’re a funny guy, Dameron.” You pant, standing up and wiping your forehead.

“Thanks.” He mutters dryly. “May I ask what, exactly, was so funny about that?”

“Nya. Liking me? She’s so into dick, it’s all she talks about sometimes. Everyone who has one is in her sights. Especially you, Commander. And then babies with me? Come on. Get serious.”

“Just her? Or anyone in general is unbelievable?” He asks, an odd, stiff texture to his voice.

“I dunno. Anyone? I never really thought I’d make a good mom.” You shrug, heading for the containers now that you’re back under control.

“Really? I do.” He says and your face heats.

“Moot point at the moment. Bryce doesn’t want kids.” You say and he groans.

“Just when I think…” he rubs his face. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” He mumbles, swiftly heading for the door.

“Wait, Poe!” You call, half turning.

Too late. He’s gone.

***

You’ve never been punched before. Training was always hand to hand, blocking blows or fighting with weapons. They don’t teach you how to take a punch, or five, or twenty.

It doesn’t hurt at first. The impacted spot on your cheek just goes numb. You can feel the cut on the inside from your teeth against the sensitive tissue, but it doesn’t hurt. Yet.

Then after a couple minutes, it turns into a white hot pain. Couple that with fists landing all over your body, and you’re in pain like you’ve never felt before. Tears spill over your cheeks as the fist lands against your nose, cracking your head back against your prison table. You can’t see, can’t feel your face. Your mouth fills with blood, coating your tongue and spilling down your chin as you gasp for air. You can feel your lips split in different places.

There isn’t a part of you that doesn’t hurt, but you hold onto Poe. He didn’t give them anything, so you can’t either. You can’t let him have suffered for nothing.

The trooper stops, rolling his shoulder. “Answer me. Where is your base?”

You spit the blood out of your mouth at his feet. “That all you got? I was just getting into it.” You say and he grumbles, turning to leave for the time being.

You close your aching eyes and drop your head against the support. It’s not comfortable by any stretch of the word, but it’s better than having to hold your head up anymore.

The image from your nightmare flashes in front of your eyes, Poe fighting the invisible enemy, only now it’s not so invisible. A StormTrooper is wielding the blade, plunging it deep into Poe’s heart.

You jerk upright in your bed, upsetting your holopad and sending it crashing to the floor. You flip on the light, unnerved and feeling like you're not alone in your room. But there doesn’t seem to be anything there. Just your clothes on the floor.

You push yourself to your feet, not feeling safe here, and grab your blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. You want to go see Poe, make sure he’s okay, be positive your nightmares haven’t gotten him yet.

But he doesn’t want to see you. Having avoided you for the rest of the day, you get the hint. A moment of weakness. That’s what that kiss was. You were there and he needed someone. Could have been Nya, probably for all he would have minded. Any port in the storm.

So, you bypass his room and head for the tower where you ate your lunch. It’s quiet, dark, you can see anything coming for you. You climb the steps slowly, feeling the familiar pinch of your stitches. They’re still ugly, crude, jagged. Maybe it’s good that Poe doesn’t really want you. No one could possibly love the new mutilated you. Bryce hasn’t seen them yet, either. You’re positive that the second he does, he’ll run for the hills.

Maker, you’re selfish.

You push open the door and a body in the tower makes you freeze. “Oh.” You mumble, realizing it’s Poe. “Sorry. I’ll leave.” You rush, ducking back down.

“Stay.” He croaks and you hesitate. “I can’t sleep. Stay and talk to me?”

“You sure you want me to?” You ask.

“I’d rather it be you than anyone else.” He admits.

You feel like leaves on the wind as you climb the rest of the way up. Swirling around in chaotic confusion. You don’t know which way is up, what to trust. You sit a little ways away, back against the wall, facing him.

“What do you want me to talk about?” You ask finally.

He drags a stick through the dirt, making scratch drawings. “I told you some stuff earlier. Spilled some of my guts. Anything you wanna tell me?” He asks finally.

“Yes.” You answer. It’s harder than you think to get these words out. “I…” you close your mouth, thinking about where to start.

“Not easy. To spill your secrets.” He muses. The pale moonlight ghosts across his face. He looks terrible. Tired, hurt, miserable.

“Anything you wanna ask me?” You prompt. “Maybe I can say it that way.”

He looks at you warily. “Will you tell me the truth?”

“Always.” You answer immediately.

“Why did you kiss me in the river?” He asks. “I’ve been thinking over it on a loop and I just can’t figure it out.”

“It felt… right. I needed to do it. I wanted to do it. You’ve always been the best person in the world to me, always taking care of me and looking out for me. And on that planet, I was losing my fucking m-mind, seeing things, hearing things. You were so patient, so kind, so… you. And I could feel tension. Not in a bad way, but pulling me towards you. I’m so sorry, Poe. I know you said I didn’t do it, but I can’t shake the feeling that if I hadn’t, if I hadn’t distracted you, you would have heard those troopers coming. You’ve never been so compromised on a mission before until you go on one with me. I fucked up so bad and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for hurting you like that.” You ramble, the dam broken and the words spill out everywhere. He doesn’t move in the shadows.

He doesn’t say anything for a long time. Your ears start to ring in the dead silence before he speaks again. “So, why kiss me in the lab?”

You sniffle quietly. “You admitted you wanted to do it again, and it’s been one of the dominating thoughts in my head since you saved me in that closet. I want to kiss you. And I like kissing you, but… the guilt… it just keeps reminding me that I’m hurting everyone. Every time I kiss you, I hurt Bryce. Every time I mention him, I hurt you. I can’t get it right. I’m turning into a plague.” You press your lips together.

“You had a nightmare in the cave. What was it?” He asks. You’re not even sure if he’s actually listening to your words, he gives no indication of hearing them.

“I,” you pause, having to think back that far. “I was hovering over myself as I slept. You were saying something but I couldn’t really hear it. Then I went outside, but it was into a First Order ship. And then I saw the tables we were attached to. And then two men fighting with lightsabers. And then…” you cut off, swallowing thickly. This part you remember, even though you wish you could forget it. “A-and then you. Y-you were fighting something I c-couldn’t see. It had a bl-blade and it killed you, stabbed you th-through the heart.” You say, gasping for breath. It feels like the surrounding air is crushing you. “I w-woke up and you weren’t there, I pa-panicked.” You twist your fingers into your blanket, hiding your face.

“Do you want to kiss me again?” He asks finally.

“Poe,”

“Do you? If you say no, I’ll never bring it up again.” He promises.

“Of course, I do. But it’s not that easy. I keep hurting you. I don’t know how not to. And being around you, it makes me happy, it makes it easier to breathe. I don’t wanna lose you. I couldn’t survive it.” You admit shamelessly.

“You won’t lose me. I won’t leave you.” He says. “One more thing.” He starts.

“Okay?”

“Do you hate the way dickhead doesn’t know how you like your caf?” He asks and you crack a tearful smile.

“Yes. It’s not hard.” You mumble.

“Come here.” He holds out his arms. “Come sit with me.”

You scoot over, resting your head on his shoulder as he spreads your blanket out over the both of you.

“I need you, too, you know. I can’t lose you, either. And if that means I have to kick Bryce from here to Tatooine, I will.” He says, nuzzling into your hair.

“Please don’t. You’ve been hurt enough on my account.” You close your eyes to him stroking your hair.

“No promises, sweetheart.” He's quiet for so long, you nearly fall asleep. “But I’m not gonna stop kissing you.” He murmurs against your hair.

With one last conscious thought, you dig into your pocket, reaching for his hand with your other one. Sleep is making your limbs like lead, heavy and clumsy. You feel him chuckle a little, placing his wrist in your fumbling palm. You place the chain in his hand, curling his fingers around it.

“Meant to give it to you earlier,” you mumble, almost certain you formed actual words.

“Y/N, ” he chokes, squeezing you tight. “Thank you.”

***

“You have to eat something.” He protests, guiding you down off the ladder. His chain is back around his neck, shimmering against his tan skin as it always has. Some day, he's going to give it to someone; someone he wants to spend the rest of forever with. Someone who isn't broken like you. Someone who actually deserves him. And you'll try to be happy for him, but you know it'll break your heart.

“Can’t you just… go get it for me?” You ask, feeling your hands start to shake at the thought of the crowd.

He smiles softly, brushing your hair back. “Sweetheart. No.”

“Poe…” you start and he cups your face.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? I’ll be right there the whole time.” He promises. “But you have to eat. You need your friends. They miss you.” He looks around, noting the empty pathway. “If you need to leave, we’ll leave. Just say the word.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s gonna be loud.” You protest as he takes your hand and leads you towards the commissary and dining hall.

“This early?” He scoffs. He pulls you along gently. You could stop him, you could let the tears free that have been simmering just under the surface since you got back. You know he wouldn’t push you to do it if you’re not ready.

But… he’s gone in there, he’s seen his friends. If he can do it, you can, too. You take an extra step, falling in next to him instead of being pulled by him and he smiles down at you proudly.

“There’s my girl.” He says softly. He holds your hand right up until you stop outside the doors. He lifts your hand to his mouth softly, eyes never leaving your face. “I’ll be right next to you.” He promises. You nod and he lowers your hand, reluctantly letting it go until not even your fingertips are touching.

He pulls open the door and lets you walk inside first. He doesn’t shove you in, instead, he waits for you to take a deep breath, smiling down at you until you straighten with a false sense of confidence, and step inside. He follows you, just barely touching your arm as he guides you to the line of food.

Despite his assurances that the room would be mostly empty, with shift changes and missions leaving early, the room is fairly crowded. You can feel his eyes on you, along with about a hundred others, but you feel better today. Stronger, even. You can do this.

You hope.

Poe picks up two trays and starts to put food on both, watching your face for positive or negative signs. You could do this yourself, you’re perfectly capable, but you like him waiting on you a little bit. Just this one time, let him dote on you.

He finds an empty table, just the two of you and he sits across from you, foot tapping against yours. They trickle over, slowly, one at a time. Your friends come to sit next to you. But this time, they don’t swarm you. They sit next to you, or next to Poe, talking to him about something trivial and you’re so grateful. It lets you get used to it again, being around people, acting human again.

You watch Poe, listening to him joke with Snap; Beaumont sets an apple on your tray as he tells Poe some gossip. And Poe sits there, listening and laughing to all of it. He interacts, partakes, and never once does he look uncomfortable or like he wants to bolt. You don’t know how he does it.

And then Lieutenant Connix walks behind him. She leans down to say something in his ear, her hand squeezing his shoulder as she talks. His hand lifts to cover her own as he twists his face to listen. After a second, he nods and she walks away.

You’ve always liked her, she’s friendly, smart, ambitious. But maybe you need to rethink your ideas. She walks quickly, her hips swaying, and you huff under your breath. Since when are she and Poe so close?

You try to listen, to distract yourself, but you can’t tear your eyes away from where the pretty girl disappeared through. Poe’s foot taps against yours and you flinch, looking up at him slowly. He smiles softly, his eyes falling to your ignored food.

You roll your eyes, picking apart your roll and taking small nibbles. After a couple minutes, Connix is forgotten as Beaumont regales the table with a story of how he got trapped in a wedding dress on Coruscant.

Soon, you’re laughing along with them. You forgot what this feels like, your face hurts from smiling so much. Poe’s beautiful eyes are on you, his own grin infectious.

A crack echoes across the big room and you jump, hands grabbing the table, ready to run. Your heart pounds in your ears and it’s like your vision completely leaves you. Snap’s hand settles on yours closest to him as he shouts something. Your brain slowly fades back in and you realize Poe has your other hand across the table and Beaumont is out of his chair, peering across the room.

Two mechs collided, neither paying attention to what was in front of them, their trays falling to the cement. That was the cracking noise.

Poe’s hand is shaking just slightly, hardly noticeable, as it covers yours, but you feel it. You twist your hand into his and he glances over at you. You smile softly, tracing your thumb over the back of his hand.

Beau sits back down next to you, his eyes searching your face for a minute before he grins. “Never boring, eh, Y/N?” He asks, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“I guess not.” You answer. You pull your hands back and pick up the apple. Poe is quicker than you thought possible, his favorite knife out and the handle pressed into your palm before you can even realize you need one.

You cut the apple in half, core out the middle on both halves and give the other half to your best friend. He’s abnormally quiet for a minute as he chews, and you wonder if maybe he’s not as okay as you thought.

“Wexley, what’s on the agenda today?” You ask Snap, half turning to face him, giving Poe time to recover.

“Well, I have a mission the day after tomorrow. So, I need to get my ship ready. There’s a part that’s being problematic. I have some mechs that are gonna look at it today and see if they can fix it.” He sighs.

“Well, if they have any problems, you can always come find me and see if I can help.” You offer and he grins.

“I just might do that.”

Once Poe is sure you’ve eaten all you possibly can without getting sick, he collects your trays and you join him to deposit them before leaving the room with a wave to your friends.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asks and you slip your hand into his.

“Thank you for making me go.” You say, leaning into his shoulder.

“Of course.” He smiles. “And… thank you.” He sighs, scratching at the back of his neck with his free hand. You cast your mind around, trying to figure out what he could possibly be thanking you for.

“I didn’t do anything.” You frown.

“With that stupid tray… you… fuck. How are you always so strong exactly when I need you to be?”

“Poe, I was ready to bolt. The only thing stopping me was you and Snap.” You tell him. “If you hadn’t grabbed my hand to keep me there, all you would have seen was my dust as I hightailed it out of there.”

He smiles softly, but it’s weak, a little broken. “I didn’t grab your hand to keep you there. I grabbed it to keep me there.” He admits, pausing outside the door to the lab.

You stare up at him, realization dawning much too slowly. “Poe,” you place a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, eyes fluttering closed. “Anything I can do, anything you need-I’ll always be here. You’re not alone.” You whisper and he pulls you close, kissing you softly.

Every time feels like the first time. His lips press against yours like they’ve known each other forever, no hesitation. He tips your head back, towering over you as you hold onto his shirt. His tongue is soft on yours, not domineering and controlling the way… someone else’s is… your subconscious blanks on the name, but it doesn’t matter, not when Poe is kissing you like his very life depends on it. No, like your life depends on it.

He pulls away, breathing slightly faster, forehead pressed to yours. His eyes are closed, but yours are open, drinking in every detail of his beautiful face. “Me and you, kid.” He agrees and you punch his arm, a smile already pulling at your lips. His eyes fly open and he rubs his arm.

“We’re the same age.” You glower and he laughs.

“I know. But you’re so much shorter.” He puts his hand on top of your head and you slap it away, turning towards the door with a huff. You’re about to swipe your keycard, but he pulls you back, plucking it out of your pocket. He swipes it and pushes the door open, letting you step in first.

“Will you stay?” You ask, reaching for your log books.

“Yeah. I don’t have anything else to do. I’m still technically on leave, recovering from…” he trails off, but you get the picture.

“Alright.” You start checking off your supplies and notes while he moves around your lab. You don’t pay him much attention, there isn’t much trouble he can get into. But you feel better having him around.

He looks through every box on the supply shelves, every glass container. You look over at him, catching his eye being magnified through a specimen jar. He looks so ridiculous that you can’t help but snort at him. He grins and straightens up, coming over next to you.

“Didn’t find anything you liked?” You tease, flipping through the last of your notes.

“Oh, I found plenty I like. Just nothing I can take right now.” He sighs wistfully. Your face heats, so you keep your gaze directly away from him. He chuckles and sits in the spinning chair next to your bench.

Chapter Nine

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What, like Risky Business? - ANOTHER Nick Valensi x reader series pt 6

Picture it: year 2000, August 21, party at Albert Hammond Jr’s and Julian Casablancas’ apartment - more like a intimate get-together (A/N: im so fucking funny with these shitty references) with you, the guys, and a few other outside friends like the up-and-coming Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Having introduced Karen and Julian, you felt like your two worlds were colliding a little bit, happy that two NYC bands with two totally different sounds could still get along and even teach each other songs. Nick Zinner and Nick Valensi were sitting down playing Albert’s Fender Strat, each one of them learning a song from the other, Fab was talking to Brian Chase and Nikolai, Albert butting in every once in awhile - though he was talking more to Karen and Julian - and you? Well..you were just observing, smiling at your friends who were all getting along. It felt good to see the guys, who acted like a very exclusive gang, interact with another band that felt very much like an exclusive gang. When worlds collide, I guess.

“Okay, so with this song Karen’s been working on, I tuned the low E string down to C, and basically you play that throughout the song…for the most part,” Nick Zinner smiled, handing the Strat over to Nick after demonstrating a little bit. The brunette Nick - not the black haired Nick of Yeah Yeah Yeahs - picked it up almost immediately, almost perfectly.

“Shit man, that’s like..really cool, I like it! Are you gonna play it at your next show or…?”

“We’re thinking about it, but we wanna flesh it out a little more.”

It seemed like Nick and Nick were really getting along, making your heart swell with happiness. Everyone else was getting along too, and, my god, you were so excited.

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Pulling you aside about an hour and a half after the get together had pretty much ended, the Yeahs having to get out of there because they had a recording session early in the morning, Julian posed a question to you: “Okay, okay, what’s like..yknow, goin’ on between you and Nick. Cuz like…he’s losing his mind over you and Jack and won’t fuckin’ shut up about it. It’s kinda getting annoying. Like…I really think he’s into you, yknow? Like I dunno, just a thought, but like…now the real big money question here is, do you like him. Cuz, if you don’t you should just tell him, cuz he’s like..losing his fuckin’ marbles…yknow?”

‘How many ‘yknow’s can this dude say in like…2 sentences?!’ You thought to yourself before beginning your response, “Look, Jules, I liked him, but like Jack and I are kinda seeing each other now. I don’t even know if Nick likes me like that and, to be honest, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m not gonna stress out about it.” You shrugged. It was true though, you weren’t gonna stress about something that may or may not be true! It would drive you fucking nuts!!

“Well, if you ever ask him, I’m sure he’d tell you. I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t stress either, but still…it’s thought provoking, yknow?” Julian shrugged too before drinking out of a literal fucking normal sized bottle of wine.

‘Like hell would I ask him something like that!’ Internally rolling your eyes.

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Taking the subway back home with Nick, you leaned on one of the poles that you were supposed to hold onto; having gotten so used to taking the train, the shaking of it barely phased you anymore. The two of you weren’t talking, but it seemed like you were just enjoying each other’s company. You two also smuggled a bottle of wine in a brown paper bag from Albert’s place, planning on continuing the party by yourselves. Nick looked at you, you looked at him.

“If we kissed right now, would that be weird?” Nick asked, staring right at you. Blunt, but you were used to him being that way as that really was his personality. If he wanted to say something, he could and would say it.

“What, like the movie Risky Business?” You laughed, slightly blowing off his proposal.

“I mean like, I guess, so. I dunno, we don’t have to! Just a thought—“ Grabbing the collar of his jean jacket, you kissed him passionately. Nick jumped slightly, surprised that you, who was first joking about the kiss, decided to just go for it. His hands grabbed your waist and squeezed softly, slightly pulling your shirt up to expose some skin. It felt like it lasted forever, but the both of you wanted to make it last even longer than forever as you were totally caught up in the moment, no thoughts, no cares, just the two of you sharing something very personal.

Only pulling away to breathe for a hot sec, the kiss lasted for minutes. It felt like love and neither of you could get enough of it.

‘I’m…so damn in love with her!’ Nick exclaimed in his mind, realizing his true feelings in that moment. Upon having that thought, he pulled away quickly, stating a quick “sorry” and went back to where he was standing before across from you. ‘This is wrong..this is so wrong, I just fucking kissed her and she’s like…almost dating someone’

Feeling really rejected and upset, you bit your lip until it was raw and looked down at your battered converse. No one spoke for the rest of the ride, the walk, or the night.

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*insert that one vine where the dude is stoned and he turns around and looks at the camera and goes “wow”* also *insert the song “when worlds collide” from spongebob)

#the strokes #the strokes imagine #the strokes x reader #nick valensi #Nick Valensi imagine #Nick Valensi x reader #julian casablancas #fabrizio moretti #fab moretti #albert hammond jr #nikolai fraiture #2000s garage rock #2000s garage rock imagines #2000s garage rock x reader #2000s indie #2000s indie imagine #2000s indie x reader #wait is this risky business now?#im so funny with these references

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: When He's Sick | Hyung Line

Requested: long long ago :')

Genre: flufff

Warnings: nada

BTS When You're Sick here

Maknae Line here

Hope you like it, I didn't sleep for this~

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KIM SEOKJIN:

Gimme dat kith boi, mwuah!

"Jin! Get your butt back in that bed right now!" You scold your husband the second you see him standing in the living room while you're cooking soup for him in the kitchen. He smiles sheepishly and waves a dismissive hand, "I'm fine, I want to help." His voice cracks and you frown at him in disapproval.

"Honey, you literally have the stomach flu. Stop being ridiculous, and just let me help you get better." You walk over to him and feel his forehead, frowning again when it's obvious he still has a fever. Jin's pale face drops in disappointment, "I hate being sick. I feel bad leaving you to do everything." You smile at him and pat him on the head consolingly.

"I love taking care of you, now get back in that bed. I'm going to go pick the kids up from school and then you're going to eat the food I bring you. Understood?" He pouts but nods weakly, letting you kiss his head and ruffle his bed head.

"And don't you dare get out of that bed unless it's to use the restroom!" You point at him and grab your purse and keys. "Yes, ma'am." He mumbles before making his way back to to your shared room.

"Is daddy still sick mommy?" Your four year old daughter speaks up over her older brothers that are talking next to her as you're driving them home from school.

"Yes, Kinny baby. Daddy is going to be sick for a few days, and I don't want you kids catching it so please don't get too close, alright?" You see her in the rearview mirror as she nods sadly and fiddles with her tiny fingers. The twins keep bickering quietly over something that happened at school. You shake your head and sigh, not wanting to deal with that right now. When you four make it back home, you send them off to wash up and start their homework before dinner. Seungwoo and Hwangwoo race to their room and Min-Ki goes to find her toys, since she's only in preschool and doesn't have any schoolwork to do. You finish up the soup and put some in a bowl to bring to Jin.

When you open the bedroom door and see him sleeping, you smile at him and sit on the edge of the bed carefully. "Jin, baby. Wake up, we need to get some food into you." You whisper and shake his shoulder a little. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at you, "Hi, princess. Are the kids home?" He croaks out as he tries to get into a sitting position.

The sound of giggles outside of the door answers his question and he smiles sadly. "I want to see them. Please, baby?" He pouts and you hand him the bowl of soup to eat.

"Of course you can see them, honey. They just can't get too close, I don't want them catching it. Eat that slowly, ok?" He nods and you go to fetch the children.

"Boys, Min-Ki! Daddy wants to see you!" You call out, smiling when you hear little feet running. Min-Ki comes charging down the hall first, a doll tightly gripped in her hands. Then her brothers, who are three years older than her and much faster, run past her and she pouts. "No fair! Slow down, you boys!" She shouts after them and you laugh at her cute face, swooping her up in your arms and carrying her to your room.

Your husband is beaming when he sees all the kids gathered by his bed, "Hi babies!"

"Hi, dad!" Seungwoo waves at him from the foot of the bed and Hwangwoo fiddles with his hands before asking quietly, "Does it hurt, daddy? Are you okay?" Jin clutches his heart and then his stomach, groaning dramatically, "Ohhh it hurts so bad Hwangie!"

"Jin!" You laugh at him and Hwangwoo cracks a smile while Seungwoo laughs loudly. Min-Ki wiggles put of your arms and runs to the side of his bed, "Really daddy?" Her big eyes stare at him worriedly and he smiles at her, "No, daddy was just playing sweetie. I'm okay." She nods, unconvinced. Then she holds up her doll and puts it in Jin's lap, "Here daddy, dolly always make me feel better when I'm sad. She will help you, too!"

Jin takes the doll and sets her by his pillow, giving her a small share of the covers, then he turns to the little girl, his eyes watering.

"Thank you, Kinny. I'm sure she'll take good care of me."

You smile at him and he grins back at you, mouthing 'I love you' and blowing you a dramatic air kiss, sending the kids into another fit of giggles.

You love that he always wants to make his loved ones laugh, even when he's sick in bed.

That's your sweet husband for ya.

MIN YOONGI:

So soft ;-; may I hug?

"Hello?"

"Yoongi, are you still at the studio?"

Your fiance internally groans at your question, knowing you caught him red-handed this time. He covers the phone to clear his throat, then he tries to put his best 'not sick' voice into play. "I'm just finishing something up, I swear I'll leave after this." Your silence on the other end makes him cringe, he can tell you're not happy with him. Yoongi is usually the one to intimidate others, but when it comes to you, he'd rather not cross the line. Especially when you know he's overworking himself, your mama bear instincts come out and he instantly regrets everything. Of course all you want is the best for him, but that doesn't mean you aren't scary when he disappoints you because he isn't taking care of himself.

Right now, he had a nasty cold and he's been stuck in this studio for who knows how long because he's a perfectionist. He's driving himself crazy, at this point.

"I'm coming over, unlock the door."

"Baby, you don't have to do tha-"

He sighs when you hang up before he can finish. "Aish! I'm in for it now." He groans and runs his hands down his face. Not ten minutes later, there's an annoyed knock at the door. Yes, he can tell you're annoyed by your knock, that's how close the two of you are.

"Min, you better open this door or so help me."

He almost smiles at your voice coming in through the door, if you weren't so mad he'd find it cute. Alas, you're extremely mad. He gets up and walks to the door, accepting his fate. The second the door is unlocked, you push your way in, knocking him out of the way and making him stumble back.

You pay him no mind, just shove your way in and shut the door behind you before turning to glare at him. "Care to explain yourself, or is it the same excuse?" You cross your arms as you study him.

Yoongi sighs and plops back down on his chair, "Y/n, you know I have a busy schedule and I need to get this done no matter what."

"Ah! So it is the same excuse, great."

"Y/n, babe-"

"No, you shut up and listen to me, mister." You glare at him and he snaps his mouth shut immediately. You drop the bag you were carrying on the coffee table and pull out a few things.

You set a bag of cough drops on his desk, followed by a box of tissues and some honey tea to soothe his throat. Then you step back and glare at him again. "I brought this for you to get better, not to make you ruin your schedule." You say bitterly.

Yoongi feels guilty as he stares at the stuff you got him, then he looks back at you. "I'm sorry. I really am, I'm just so stressed right now and I blamed you. This is all on me."

You give him a half smile, "Well, I forgive you. I'll leave you alone now." A pair of arms grabs your waist before you can get too far, pulling you in and making you sit on his lap. "Please stay, I'm sorry."

You pretend like you're thinking, then laugh when he starts to tickle you. "Ok, fine!"

Yoongi smiles and kisses your hair, "Thank you for always taking care of me, baby."

JUNG HOSEOK:

Ohhhhhh noooo I luv him

"You okay, hyung?"

Jungkook walks over to Hoseok, who's bent over and breathing hard with his hands on his knees. The older boy looks up and nods, sending the youngest a bright smile, "I'm fine! Just lost my breath for a minute there. Let's go again."

Jungkook nods uncertainly, knowing Hoseok is usually the last to run out of steam out of all seven of them. "Ok, but if you need to take a break it's fine." Hoseok shakes his head and waves for someone to start the music again. They all start from the top, going hard. In the middle of the dance, Hobi starts to breathe harder, his chest tight and a horrible tickle in his throat. The room feels so hot, but it seems like no one else is struggling. He sucks it up and continues to do the best he can. It's Seokjin that stops them when the dance is almost finished, waving a hand to get everyone's attention.

"Hold up everyone. Please stop the music." Then he walks over to the lead dancer and touches his shoulder, "You need to take a break, Hobi. You're totally flushed and I can see you struggling."

Hoseok frowns and shakes his head, then he tries to speak up but Jin interrupts him, "No. No excuses, if you don't stop I'm going to call Y/n and tell her what's going on."

That makes him freeze, then he grinds his teeth and nods grimly, "Fine. I'll take a ten minute break, that's it." Seokjin nods and waits for him to go and sit on the couch, then he tells the other members to take a break as well. Hobi is sitting there with his head in his hands as he starts to feel worse and worse. He hasn't felt his best for the past few days but this is much worse. He feels like his whole face is on fire and his muscles are aching more than they ever have. Not to mention his tight chest and awful congestion.

When the ten minutes are almost up, Taehyung comes over to him and sits down. "Hyung, we think you should go home. Just get some real rest and we'll pick it up again soon." The elder shakes his head, "No I can't, we need to get this down."

Just then door opens and Hobi sees you walk in with a worried expression. When you see him on the couch you come over and sit on his other side, touching his shoulder gently.

"You feeling okay, sunshine? What's going on?" You ask softly, sending Tae a grateful smile when he stands up to leave. Hobi is about to lie and say he's just tired, but he decides against it when he sees the look in your eyes and he knows you're really worried.

"I think I might be coming down with something, but I can't afford to lose practice time!" He groans and puts his face in his hands. You pat him on the shoulder and rub his back comfortingly, "Sweetie, I totally understand why you're stressed. You need to take care of yourself though. Think about it like this, if you spend a few days and get better then you're good for the rest of the comeback prep. If you push yourself, then it could come back to bite you in the butt at a worse time, like in the middle of tour or even in the middle of a performance." He looks at you, thinking about what you're saying. "You have time to get better right now, you won't have that time in a few weeks and you'll just get worse."

He sighs and lays his head on your shoulder, "You're right. As usual." He chuckles quietly and you smile and reach up to pat his cheek gently.

"So you'll let me take care of you?"

"Yes, thank you baby."

You have him stay at your place for the next few days while you make him rest in bed and eat and drink everything you bring him. You're bringing him some soup and you smile when you see him all cuddled up in the covers up to his chin. His flushed face makes you pout and give him a quick peck on the forehead. "I brought you some soup, love. Feel like you can stomach it?" He nods and shifts into a sitting position, "Thank you baby." He croaks out and you smile at him encouragingly as he takes a bite.

"It's really good baby, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm glad it's good." You crawl over him and settle down next to him in the bed, grabbing the book you're reading to him and flipping to the last page you were on.

"Ready?"

Hobi nods and smiles as leans back on the headboard, closing his eyes to pay attention to your voice as you start to read.

KIM NAMJOON:

wow you're hella cute tho ok then

"No, I'm not sick. Do I look like sick? I am perfect. I am healthy."

Namjoon laughs at his own joke after answering some comments worrying about his health on Vlive. He's had a bad cold for the past few days, but he missed ARMY and wanted to talk to them all, so he decided to do a live and try his best to look like he isn't sick. Unfortunately, he isn't fooling a lot of ARMY.

"Well, it's really late here so I should be getting to bed. I love you ARMY, sleep well and good luck on your exams for those that have them! Eat and sleep well! Bye~"

Namjoon smiles and waves until he presses the 'end live' button, then he starts to cough loudly, having held it in all that time. He sneezes and grabs some tissues, miserably wiping his sore nose. "Why me? Why now?" He grumbles and crawls into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Eventually, his body is so exhausted that he just passes out, sleeping fitfully the rest of the night.

The next day he wakes up to his phone ringing. He groans at the light from the sun and grabs his phone, answering it without looking at who it is.

"Hello?"

"Joonie?"

"Oh, hey Y/n! Good morning, love."

You laugh on the other side and he smiles sleepily as you talk, "Morning, babe. How are you feeling?"

"Worse."

You can practically hear his pout through the phone and you frown, "Aww, can I come see you?" Namjoon sits up and rubs his eyes, then he lets out a few painful coughs before answering, "I don't want you to get sick, babe. I'll be okay in a few more days."

"Please take care of yourself, Joon. You need to keep up your strength."

Namjoon gives you confirmation that he'll do just that, then he says goodbye so he can start his day. He's got a lot to get done today. But after he gets up, it becomes quote obvious he won't be able to focus on anything important today. A few hours later the door bell rings and he goes to check the peephole, only to see you standing there with your hands behind your back. You boyfriend opens he door and smiles at you sadly, "Honey, I said I don't want you to get sick." You step inside and hold up the bag you were carrying behind you, "I know you did, and I got a call from Seokjin saying you're staying home today because you're sick. That means it must be pretty bad. Therefore, here I am to cure you!"

He laughs at your cuteness and follows you to couch, "Well, the worst is the cough and sneezing, because it's making me dizzy. I just needed a day to rest, I guess." You smile and pat his thigh when he sits down, "Thank you for not pushing yourself Joon."

Then you pull out all your cold remedies; including medicines, herbal teas, snacks, tissues and a few good rom coms. "What should we do first?" You grin and it instantly brightens his spirits.

You two end up drinking herbal tea with your snacks while you watch a movie and cuddle up in a bunch of blankets on the couch, deciding to just have a well earned lazy day.

Namjoon laughs at the show and smiles at your cute reactions during the romance scenes, keeping the covers tucked around himself as he waits out his sickness with his favorite person.

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a/n: i’m tired ;-; Happy Easter to those that celebrate it :D if not, then happy day!

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oumiyuki · 4 years

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Snow Warmth

Summary: The quiet of the snow, a glowing strongly feeling of love and Honoka makes Maki be a little more honest than she usually would be. But she’s glad to be…She’s happy to be with the one she loves this snowy, winter day.

Pairing: Honoka x Maki

Genre: Fluff, Romance

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Author Notes

Happy Birthday, Jack!! @like-a-scene-from-a-memory This is for ya~ ;D

Merry Christmas Eve and may you enjoy~ XD

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Maki breathes out and watches her breath come out as misty air.

It’s cold…

“It really is nice, isn’t it?” A voice that seemed so out of place in this quiet snow-covered pathway to the bus station breaks the minute silence.

The redhead blinks once as she looks around to notice how much snow was falling; she smiles in ever the slightest. She’s not a big fan of the cold, but she certainly is a fan of the beauty of the snow.

It is nice.

“I could walk and play in the snow for hours. There’s so much we can do after all!” Maki could hear the smile even before she turns to see it. It wasn’t even an active thought to look at the girl who was talking to her; that voice just made her look.

Honoka is way too energetic for someone who just gone through school… but then again…

Maki observes Honoka from the side; the way Honoka had a bounce in her step and then lifting her hands… Taking a deep breath and then blowing air at her hands.

Honoka is always energetic after school as compared to during classes.

Maki’s lips twitch upwards since the gingerhead wasn’t looking.

I’d like to think it’s because she’s excited to see me…

Maki shakes her head with a conflicted expression now.

What am I even thinking of? Gosh, this would make it seem like I’m a lovestruck idiot!

“I’m glad to be walking home with you on this pretty snowy day, Maki-chan~” Honoka’s comment catches Maki off guard as she blinks a multitude of times.

“Ehh?? What are you saying so suddenly, Honoka!” Maki’s eyebrows furrows and she pulls at the purple mittens she was wearing.

Honoka grins at Maki before blowing at her hands again, a few more times over her fingers. “Maki-chan is so cute.”

“Stop that!” Maki looks away flustered but also turns back when she hears Honoka repeatedly blowing at her hands again… Hands that were not covered in mittens. Hands that were obviously red and shaking.

Honoka forgot her mittens-

“Ma~ki~chan~” Honoka sings which snaps Maki out of her focus on Honoka’s hands that were exposed to the snowy evening air. “Do you think it’d be fun to build a snowman together?”

“Um…”

“Or a snow castle! Instead of sandcastles…A snow castle sounds fun! And you’ll be the princess. Because you’re the most beautiful princess around~” Honoka nods to herself though she was gazing right at Maki.

Maki couldn’t help but be caught in the view of Honoka’s soft, earnest blue hues, fluffy cute orange-brown hair and loving, pink smile. The pianist realizes soon enough that she was staring and turns away once again. Taking a moment to calm her hummingbird heart and relatively sweaty palms beneath the gloves.

Maki clears her throat once before facing the front. “…Yeah…It’d be fun.”

Honoka is so…disarming…In the most unexpected of times…

Maki shakes her head internally, not listening to Honoka’s chatter about Christmas food and games and other fun things to do in the snow.

But that’s not the point. Right now, Honoka is…

Maki reaches over before the gingerhead could warm her own hands again by breathing hot hair over them. The pianist has a hold of Honoka’s hand.

“Maki-chan?” Honoka looks over, tilting her head sideways.

Cute. Why is she so cute?

Maki glances sideways, finding it hard to keep eye contact with those gorgeous blues and Honoka’s simple quizzical look sent her way. “You forgot your gloves again.”

Honoka chuckles apologetically. “Y-Yeah…I was rushing to school…to not be late! …And…couldn’t wait to see you too…” Honoka adds quietly.

Honoka.

Maki’s grip on her senior’s left hand tightens in response. “…I couldn’t wait to see you too.”

Ah, why did I say that out loud?

“Eh? What did you say?” Honoka’s eyes were wide with curiosity.

“N-Nothing.”

Good, she didn’t hear-

“Maki-chan! You definitely said something! Tell me~~” Honoka whines, pouting and continuously asking Maki to tell.

“I said nothing…” Maki shifts her hands to hold Honoka’s in a more comfortable position though she cranes her neck sideways to not make eye contact with Honoka.

The gingerhead, however, always seemed to have a way in making Maki be more honest. Honoka subconsciously squeezes Maki’s hands in hers while she adorably pesters the embarrassed pianist for answers.

Ugh…Honoka is way too persistent…

“Muu… Maki-chan is so stubborn.”

Maki’s eyebrows twitched at that accusation. “I can say the same about you.” Maki retorts.

Honoka’s drive in finding out what Maki whispered earlier simmers down into a bitter-sweet smile from Maki’s retort. “…But you like that about me?”

The redhead looks over to catch a glimpse of that self-doubt and insecurity Honoka rarely revealed.

Honoka…

Maki sighs in her head, lifts the gingerhead’s hand up to her lips and kisses the red from cold knuckles softly. “Honoka. That’s what I like about you.”

When those uncertain blue looks into Maki’s violet ones, Maki continues, “Even when it makes me worry and almost got a heart attack when you fainted on stage.”

Honoka jolts like an arrow shot in her back. “Uu…I’m sorry…” The leader of Muse stares at her feet digging the snow on the ground.

Don’t face the ground…

“Look here.”

Honoka raises her head to meet Maki’s strong and certain violet eyes.

I’m gonna regret this. I’m gonna regret this…I’m gonna regret this if I don’t do it.

“I love you in Spring. I love you in Summer. I love you in Autumn. And,” Maki pauses to look around them. The gingerhead doing the same to take in the view of the snow-covered roads and objects once again. “I love you in Winter.”

Maki takes a deep breath. “Don’t doubt yourself or my love for you, baka.”

I said it. I said it. And ugh, Honoka is staring at me… I-

Honoka’s cheeks were hot and red by ‘winter’ but hearing the first-year be honest with her like that… Honoka’s entire body felt warm from the inside out despite the temperature around them.

Blue eyes that are shimmering with moist and love gaze right at Maki. “I love you too, Maki-chan.”

“Good.” Maki smiles as she pockets Honoka’s hand. “To…keep your hand warm.”

Honoka’s smile grew tenfold and coos loudly. “Aww~ Maki-chan is so sweet! I love you, Maki-chan!”

“Q-Quiet it down, Honoka!” Maki tries to cover Honoka’s mouth with her other hand.

But Honoka dodges with a playful beam. “I love~ Maki-chan~!”

“Honoka!”

Mou!!

Honoka’s silly giggles filled the air while Maki couldn’t help but smile as she ‘chased’ after the jolly girl, their hands intertwined in a really, really warm pocket this snowy walk home.

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Author Notes

Ahhhh~ I like honest Maki. Especially more so when she’s SO conflicted about it. XD

“Why am I being honest? I shouldn’t be so honest! Ugh but—”

But Honoka always make me do it!

And I actually like showcasing Honoka’s more vulnerable, insecure side of her too. She may be a Goddess to us, but she too is a girl in a big world. >w<

I’m glad that she has people by her side to get through the tough times! Insecurity gets to even the strongest of people after all! :D

I hope you enjoyed this, Jack!

And to anyone else who read this~ ^w^

Leave a comment if you like ;D (I’ll be playing in my non-existent snow while waiting for your comments! XD)

See you next story~ :3

#honomaki #kousaka honoka #nishikino maki #love live #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #love live! school idol project #maki nishikino #honoka kousaka #birthday fic for a lovely friend #thanks for being so awesome always #to be honest I'd thought you'd want honoumi #XD #but HonoMaki is noice too :P #fluff #romance

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im-a-little-anxious · 5 years

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Insomnia

Warnings: angst, insomnia, swearing, somewhat panic attack.

Genre: Fluff.

Ship: Analogical, romantic.

Summary:

Virgil can’t get to sleep. He yells at himself in the middle of the night, alerting Logan who helps get Virgil to rest.

I can’t sleep.

The first thought that came to my clearly sleep deprived brain as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

I had been lying on my bed for what felt like a few hundred years, staring blankly at the ceilings as thoughts raced through my mind, my heart seeming to pound louder and louder and the fan I had blowing seeming to get louder on each beat, and just about every tiny noise I’d make, like a breath in, would also be incomprehensibly loud.

Am I affecting Thomas?

I sat up.

I am his anxiety after all… this… this can’t be… good for Thomas, can it?

I felt yet another crashing tsunami-like wave of anxiety crash over my train of thought.

No… I thought I was becoming a light side… right? I can’t hurt… I can’t hurt the Host, right?

Thoughts raced around my head, faster and faster.

More and more… more and more…

“Stop!”

I flinched, gritting my teeth as I realized I just yelled at 3am, “Stop!” while everyone was hopefully asleep.

Shiiit…

I could hear footsteps coming down the hall.

Oh no oh no oh no no no…

Hide! I’ll just hide, pretend I’m asleep.

Last minute plan decided, I pulled my heavy black downy comforter, recommended by Logan as he said the weight might soothe my insomnia (although it did not seem to be working, I still used it), over my head, trying to pretend I’m asleep. I closed my eyes tight, praying that-

I heard my door creak open.

“Virgil?”

Logan.

I felt all my muscles tense, holding my breath. I opened one eye, peeking through my blankets.

Logan stood, about a foot away from me, rubbing his eyes. He was wearing his unicorn onesie, which I barely stifled a laugh at. It looked like I had woken him up. Please don’t check if I’m awake, please don’t check if I’m awake, pleas-

“I know you’re awake, Virgil. I heard you from my room, exactly 26.3 feet away.” How does he even do that math…

I stayed fake sleeping, hoping for the slim possibility that he would give up, thinking that I was still asleep.

“Do you need me to point out the reasons why you are most definitely faking being asleep, Virgil?"

I didn’t move.

“Alright. First of all-”

“Fine!” I snapped, pulling my blankets off and sitting up.

We stared at each other blankly for a few seconds.

“I’m surprised you were the one who came. I thought it would be, like, Patton. Not you.”

“Well, I was still awake, and the other sides were asleep at the time you yelled, ‘Stop!’ at precisely,” Logan looked at the nightstand clock I had, “3:31am.”

“So what are you gonna do? Give me a lesson on how it’s bad to consistently stay up late every night for a week? Which I obviously already know.”

I scowled at him, crossing my arms and fidgeting with my thumbs.

At my snarky response, Logan answered simply, “Fine. If you don’t want me to help, I’ll leave if you so please.”

Logan began to turn around and leave.

“W-wait. No… No… uh, you-you can stay.”

Great job Virgil, you stuttered a total of five times. Brilliant speech.

“Really? Honestly, I’m surprised,” Logan said, turning around and sitting down next to me on my bed.

“Well, first of all, have you been taking that melatonin I recommended? It usually helps with this kind of thing.”

“Uh..” I mumbled.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Logan replied, standing up. He whipped out a flashlight, seemingly out of nowhere. Where does he even keep this? Is he... the cat in the hat or something?

The flashlight blinked on, the bright light surprising me. I blinked a few times, jumping back.

Logan glanced back at me, pointing the flashlight vaguely in my direction.

“You look like you haven’t seen the sun in 3 days and/or haven’t slept in a week.”

“In which both are true,” I said quietly, looking down at my feet with a grimace.

“You what?! Maybe I really should get you a schedule,” Logan replied, a frown on his face, “Anyways.”

Logan turned back around. I assumed he was going to look for my melatonin.

Oh no… my room’s a mess. No, he’s Logan. He can find anything.

I let out a somewhat audible sigh and looked around my horrorshow of a room.

I had clothes strewn everywhere, plates and bottles on every possible surface. My walls were covered in band posters, including one “Nightmare Before Christmas” poster. I had a desk crammed in the corner, covered in assorted junk. My laptop barely sat on the black desk, a macbook covered in edgy stickers. I had a comfortable black bean bag chair in another corner as well. Honestly, everything I owned was either black, red, or purple.

“You should really work on cleaning your room. How old is this half-eaten donut?”

“Uh… probably a month old.”

Logan winced.

“Oh, there.”

After a minute of searching, Logan finally found the melatonin.

He grabbed one, giving it to me.

“I’ll get some water.”

Logan left the room, leaving me staring blankly at the melatonin pill I held in my hand.

A minute later Logan came back with a small cup of water, carefully setting it on my nightstand.

“I think this will be enough,” He said, nodding at the water.

I grabbed the water and took the melatonin.

“It’ll take about thirty minutes to kick in. Do you still need me?” Logan asked, turning the flashlight off.

I stared blankly at him, zoning out.

“Virgil?”

“Wha-Oh… Uh,” I mumbled, feeling my face get hot.

“You okay?” Logan said softly.

“Yep. I-I’m f-f-fine…” I stuttered, assuming I looked as red as a tomato if you could see me.

From the very dim light I had I saw Logan raise an eyebrow.

“Do you still need me?” Logan asked again.

“Uh… yeah..” I muttered.

“What?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little louder now.

Logan stepped a bit closer.

“Still can’t hear you,” He said, looking somewhat puzzled.

“Yes! Jeez…” I half-yelled, covering my strongly blushing face.

I half-curled up in a ball, my face feeling as if it were on fire and it was about to melt off.

I swear I heard Logan softly chuckle before he sat down next to me.

“Well, is there anything that usually helps you get to sleep?” Logan asked, his voice soft. I felt my heart racing in my chest.

“I-um… Music, I guess,” I barely uttered out of my mouth, uncovering my face to try to keep eye contact as if I wasn’t fl-I mean… I don’t know.

“What kind of music?”

“I don’t know… like… slow… classical… m-maybe?” I said, trying to slow down to stop my nearly incomprehensible speech from my flu-awkward speaking. You still stuttered once.

Logan silently grabbed his phone, and in a few seconds he had a relaxing playlist on. He turned the volume down low, just enough so you could only hear if you were in this room.

“Do you need anything else, Virge?”

“A ki-” I froze midway through my definitely-not-thought-through-sentence. WHAT WAS THAT VIRGIL!? WHAT THE HELL?!

We just stared blankly at each other, blushing intensely.

I held my breath, my muscles tense. Oh God, what have I done? I’ve blown it. I’ve officially blown it. Why would he even like me anyway? He’s literally Logic, he doesn’t have fee-

My thoughts were cut off by his lips touching mine.

I screamed internally.

I felt my heart flip out of my chest as we kissed, everything seeming to slow down in motion for the few seconds it lasted. I was half-grinning the whole time too, and while Logan rarely smiled I swore I could feel him barely smirking.

Logan pulled away, a pretty goofy love-struck grin on my face.

“Goodnight.”

I watched him as he left, still smiling idiotically.

I layed back down, staring up at the ceiling. I can’t… believe that was real. Wait. Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. Did not wake up… thank the Heavens.

I closed my eyes, getting into a comfortable sleeping position. In just a few seconds, I fell into a deep sleep, still smiling.

should i continue this?

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Start album as soon as foot leaves far porch side

Try to estimate based on location and remaining album time when I should start walking home. Aim for album ending as soon as I get back

If album ends early, restart it and listen to the first couple tracks or so but at a very low background volume

Remember to check for invalid tracks

Wow! Post number nine. Valleanenowe Music Walk season 9. Are you seeing this post on your dashboard? Like shortly after I post it? If you are, that’s very rare, since I don’t make new posts here much! And this blog only has 2 4 followers. Quite rare! Quite rare. This is the last post, before, this blog, will have 2 PAGES. Wow. I’ll probably have to do something about that when the time comes WOW, this post got a note! This blog has never gotten a note before

07/15/2018 Ah, Frank, your piercing gaze will greet me atop this post for years to come On the 241st walk I listened to “Apostrophe (’)”, by Frank Zappa. It took about 32 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Roxy & Elsewhere”, also by Frank Zappa

07/16/2018 On the 242nd walk I listened to... No Now? By Clarence Clarity?! What the fuck?! This is the biggest goddamn cheat album I’ll ever have on here! I must have already heard this a billion times! A few years ago! Why did I even add this, so many moons ago? Why have I kept it in the queue all this time?! I feel like I’m only doin this to finally... Put the album to rest! Really internalize it! God damn It took about 1 hour & 2 minutes It was pretty enjoyable! Hah, makes ya imagine how all these walks would be if they were all to albums I’d actually heard before! Heh hah I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “One Size Fits All”, by Frank Zappa

07/16/2018 On the 243rd walk I listened to “No Plan”, by David Bowie. It took about 18 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Bongo Fury”, by Frank Zappa AND Captain Beefheart, which is now next!

07/17/2018 On the 244th walk I listened to “Bongo Fury”, by Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart. It took about 41 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone

07/17/2018 On the 245th walk I listened to “No Sorrow Video Series”, by Born Gold. It took about 14 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “The Hybrid”, by Danny Brown, and “Atmospheres 第4″, by Eco Virtual, the latter of which is now next

07/17/2018 On the 246th walk I listened to Atmospheres 第4″, by Eco Virtual. It took about 19 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone.

07/18/2018 On the 247th walk I listened to “The Hybrid”, by Danny Brown. It took about 47 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Rausch”, by Gas

07/18/2018 On the 248th walk I listened to “Nordwrong”, by Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza. It took about 55 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone.

07/18/2018 On the 249th walk I listened to “The North Borders”, by Bonobo. It took about 59 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “All Day”, by Girl Talk, which is now next

I have skipped “All Day”, by Girl Talk. I have used the freed space to add “Timeless”, by Goldie

07/19/2018 On the 250th walk I listened to “Nostalgia”, by Annie Lennox. It took about 43 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone

I have skipped “nostalgia,ULTRA.”, by Frank Ocean. Wow, Frank, way to one-up Annie up there, you whore. You may be wondering why I typed that if I’m not listening to the album yet, making it so that it totally blows up in Frank’s face ... Well, I didn’t realize until after typing it that I’m skipping the album, and I wanted to preserve the uh ... Thing.

07/19/2018 On the 251st walk I listened to “Now You're Gone – The Album”, by Basshunter. It took about 56 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone.

07/20/2018 On the 252nd walk I listened to “NTSC Memories”, by Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza. It will took about 35 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Saturnz Return”, by Goldie

07/21/2018 On the 253rd walk I listened to “Number 1 Angel”, by Charli XCX. It took about 37 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Vroom Vroom”, also by Charli XCX, as well as “Ring of Saturn”, by Goldie

07/22/2018 On the 254th walk I listened to “NYC, Hell 3:00 AM”, by James Ferraro. It took about 1 hour & 2 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “GFOTYBUCKS’, by GFOTY, which is now next WOW I ... I saw No Now coming but I totally forgot about this one, this one is probably even more of a cheat album. And about the same length. I really love it though

07/22/2018 On the 255th walk I will listened to “GFOTYBUCKS”, by GFOTY. It will took about 38 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone

I have skipped “Nyetscape”, by Nyetscape

07/23/2018 On the 256th walk I listened to “Nyetscape 2.0″, by Nyetscape. It took about 17 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “The Journey Man”, by Goldie, which is now next

07/23/2018 On the 257th walk I listened to “The Journey Man”, by Goldie. It took about 1 hour & 49 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Tinto5 EP” and “Super Kawaii~”, both by Poopooface, as well as “One Year: A Collection Of Old Tunes”, Children’s Music For Big Kids”, “An Obsession With Kit”, and “Rewards”, all by Graham Kartna, who also is Poopooface, as well as “PHU➒➐~”, “☎ＴｅｌｅＤｒｅａｍｚ™”, and “♪♫평양 피아노 학교♪♫”, all by FＯＯＤＣＯＵＲＴ➒➐~, who also is Graham Kartna. The... Um... I THINK ... uh ... 9th of which is next? Oh, no, the fifth! This guy sure has a lot of short releases! What an exciting and fortunate alignment

07/24/2018 On the 258th walk I listened to “Children’s Music For Big Kids”, by Graham Kartna. It took about 23 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Hi-Skool MacDude©” and “Rhetoric On Sublime”, both also by Graham Kartna, the former of which is now next

07/26/2018 On the 259th walk I listened to “Hi-Skool MacDude©”, by Graham Kartna. It took about 20 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone.

07/26/2018 On the 260th walk I listened to “Nyetscape 3.0″, by Nyetscape. It took about 16 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Tug of War”, by Carly Rae Jepsen 10 walks left for post 9!

07/26/2018 On the 261st walk I listened to “Nyetscape 4″, by Nyetscape. It took about 28 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Kis”, by Carly Rae Jepsen, which is now next 9 walks left for post 9!. Heh. That’s like a palindrome. Heh

07/30/2018 On the 262nd walk I listened to “Kiss”, by Carly Rae Jepsen. It took about 43 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Emotion”, also by Carly Rae Jepsen, which is now also next! 8 walks left for post 9!

07/30/2018 On the 263rd walk I listened to “Emotion”, by Carly Rae Jepsen. It took about 44 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Find Me”, by Christina Grimmie, which is now next 7 walks left for post 9!

07/30/2018 On the 264th walk I listened to “Find Me”, by Christina Grimmie! It took about 29 minutes I have now deleted it from my phone I have used the freed space to add “With Love”, also by Christina Grimmie! 6 walks left for post 9!

08/02/2018 On the 265th walk I listened to “Nyetscape 5″, by Nyetscape. It took about 40 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Who Killed Amanda Palmer”, by Amanda Palmer 5 walks left for post 9!

08/02/2018 On the 266th walk I listened to “Observatory Cg II & III (Coconut Of Teotihuacan)”, by Arecaceae, aka James Ferraro! It took about 18 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone 4 walks left for post 9!

08/02/2018 On the 267th walk I listened to “An Obsession With Kit”, by Graham Kartna. It took about 13 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. 3 walks left for post 9!

08/02/2018 On the 268th walk I listened to “Obsidian”, by Baths! It took about 43 minutes Only 2 walks left for post 9!!

08/03/2018 On the 269th walk I listened to “Off Duty/Boat Trip”, by Sun Araw. It took about 45 minutes. I have now deleted it from my phone. I have used the freed space to add “Theatre Is Evil”, by Amanda Palmer”, and “Side A” and “Side B”, both by Christina Grimmie Only 1 walk left for post 9, and page fuckin’ 1!!!!!!!!!!

08/03/2018 AND THE END OF THE 1ST PAGE OF BLOG GOES TO WONDER MAN MR . !!!!! FUCKIN !!!! DANNY BROWN !!!!!! OO DANNY BROWN OO !!!!! ON THE 270TH WALK I LISTENED TO “OLD” BY “DANNY BROWN” IT TOOK ABOUT 57 MINUTES I DELETED IT I ADDED “ALL IS VANITY” BY CHRISTINA GRIMMIE IT’S NEXT NOW I LOVE YOU CHRISTINA I ALSO ADDED “TA13OO” . BY DENZEL CURRY LAST WALK OF POST 9 LAST WALK OF PAGE 1 LAST WALK OF POST 9 LAST WALK OF PAGE 1 ITS OVER ITS DONE

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