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sujikuna · 1 year
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[ 18+ ] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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“hmm, think ya could fuck her or sum?”
SUMMARY. toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.
DILF COLLECTION. guide . . .
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"i feel like you don't really have a boyfriend, do you?"
you sigh, for the tenth time in the night, he has repeated that same question for the past three hours. you want to go home so badly but you're stuck in a library with this annoying egotistical jerk who has done nothing but get to your nerves.
"im not single, how many times to i have to repeat myself." you glare at him, "now can you fucking focus? for godsakes, i wanna go home." you ranted to him clearly he still didn't give a fuck as he just darted his attention away from you paying attention to whatever catches his eye.
you tap your fingers on the table to get his attention back, "hey, can you please listen to me? so we can both go home." you were offered to tutor him for this semester, you accepted because you were getting paid and you earn extra points if he passes. the only problem is, this asshole does not listen. he did nothing but flirt with you the whole evening. the library is quiet and this is torturing you. "did you even read the book i sent you yesterday?" you asked.
he let out a lazy groan, "nah, it looked boring."
you look at him in disbelief, "then how can y-" you were about to confront him when he cuts you off, "your boyfriend. does he go here? is he a medical student? fine arts? or engineering?"
you had enough of him, "no, he's a grown-ass man with a fucking kid, for heaven's sake will you shut up and listen." his eyebrows furrowed at you, "you know you don't have to lie to reject me, jeez woman." you didn't fight back, it'd be worst. you can't bear him anymore. you just figured to just talk and teach whether his listening or not to get this over with.
after another hour the session was done, "you can leave."
"shall i drive you home?" he offered. you quickly shake your head without looking at him, "no, thank you." he's persistent, "im serious, it's late, your allergic to men or something? if you're that worried send your location to someone."
you think twice, it's 10 in the evening, and it's not very safe for a woman to be alone at night. he's probably the more safer option. so you agreed. just one ride. you told him the name of the building you live in he laughs and told you that it's close to his place. like you cared. he even went on to offer a late-night snack dinner close to your place but you refused to say you were tired. you're lucky he didn't force you on that.
it was a silent car ride while music was playing. you went to your bag to check your phone since you haven't since the afternoon. your lips parted when you saw the notification on your phone, and that's when you realized that you forgot to reply to toji and you forgot to tell toji that you were spending your whole night with a guy he doesn't know of.
21 missed calls and 17 messages.
you quickly called him without thinking about completely forgetting the fact that you were in the car with another man. he answered after three rings.
"wow, i didn't know you knew how to fucking call."
he's mad. uh oh. you bit your lower lip trying to find the right words to answer him.
"i forgot to check, im sorry." you start, "um, what are you doing now? is there a problem?" you tried to change the topic, you even lowered your voice so the guy inside the car with you won't bother. but you're pretty sure he is hearing everything.
you hear him scoff on the other line, "you're asking me? the fuck are you doing? where ya at?"
should you tell the truth? he would know if you lied. but he'll get more angry if he found that another guy is taking you home. "i'm ..." you mumbled, "..um"
"you're mumbling," he said in a monotone.
you sigh, "in the car, right now, um, going home." telling the truth hoping he would calm down. "car? you don't know how to fucking drive." toji states. you roll your eyes, there's no escaping him.
"someone offered a ride," adding, "cause it was late."
"who?"
"someone i know, toji."
"i asked who?" he was not fazed nor impressed by your actions and words.
you bit your lip, hard, before answering, "just a guy from college."
"for fucks sake," he grumbled, "give the bitch the phone."
your eyes widened, no, you look at the guy you were with, and his eyes were focused on the road, you tap his shoulder and he replies with a hmm you then pass him your phone signaling him to take it and talk as you put it on speaker for you to hear. his one hand on the steering wheel and one holding your phone.
"kid, why are you with her?" he didn't even hide the annoyed tone in his voice. the guy replied with a chuckle, "she agreed for me to drive her, can't leave a pretty woman alone in the library at night, can i?" he was teasing toji more, you can tell.
"alone in the library? why the fuck are you two there? ya following her so sum?"
you darted your attention away from them because you felt bad for not updating toji.
"sweet girlfriend didn't tell you?" he glance at you before speaking, "we were together all night actually, sir, have i told you how smart of a girl your woman is?"
oh my goodness he's making it worst.
"give the phone back to her," he ordered, "we'll talk later, looks like you have a lot of stories to tell me." with that he hangs up the phone and you let out a deep sigh in annoyance and embarrassment.
"so, that's the boyfriend?"
you can see your building from here, you arrived, you didn't answer his question but you tell him to drop you off now.
"he's very," he stops for a second making you look at him, "controlling. that's bad for relationship."
you stare at him and scoff, "the fuck do you know?" it was your cue to leave his car. the car didn't drive away till you reach the inside of the building. you really felt tired and just wanna rest. you can't handle toji now.
as the elevator reaches your floor, you walk to your unit, and toji.
toji was leaning against the wall just outside your door. he didn't notice you. he was looking down. how long has he been waiting?
"toji? what are you doing here?"
his attention finally went to you looking up, "oh, the friendly woman is finally here." he mocks you not looking very pleased, he looks sleepless and annoyed.
"im tired, baby, can we just fight tomorrow?"
you feel very sleepy. too tired to say sorry, explain, or whatever. as soon as you open the door you went inside your bedroom and to bed. you feel toji following behind and closing the door.
you feel him lying beside you, "im sleeping here, okay?" he asked for your approval, that's not a very toji thing to do, "why are you asking for consent?" you asked, now eyes close, you couldn't really see what his doing, all you know is that his beside you.
you feel him wrap his arms around you but you were already drifting to sleep, "that's not a very nice thing to do baby," he whispers, what you did, not responding to me all day, and i find out another guy is taking you home and that you spent your whole night with him?" you feel his breath on the back of your neck, "that's not how you become a good girl."
you feel him plant kisses on your shoulders, "but, we'll talk tomorrow."
the next morning you woke up without toji there. you figured his outside since you hear the tv on from the living room. you decided to wash up first before going to him. mentally preparing yourself because you know he'll scold you for last night.
when you go out of the bedroom you find him watching an action movie on netflix while drinking coffee, a newspaper beside him. classic toji. you sat on the couch he was sitting on but not beside him cause he might still be pissed.
"morning babe," you greet him softly and he hums in response, you bit your lip holding up for the correct time to start a conversation, his eyes never leaving the screen, "um, where's megs?"
you start with a small talk, "left him with his mom to check up on you." oh. now you felt bad. it was supposed to be toji's week to take care of megumi. it was a decision made by both parents. they go in an alternate way of parenting.
"are you still mad? im sorry, i should've told you."
"you could've." his gaze went to you, "why are you so far away? sit here." he placed the mug down and signaled you to sit in his lap which you immediately do so. he planted a kiss on your forehead when you were comfortably sitting on him, "so, tell me about it."
he's asking about yesterday.
"he, um," you start, thinking about how to say it without any misunderstandings, "he's failing, badly, and he needs help, the prof said that if i can help him pass i gain extra points in the final grading and they're paying me to do it."
"so?" he wasn't satisfied with that answer he wanted to know why you agreed for him to take you home, "you couldn't call me to pick you up. you let a dumb boy take you home? is that it?"
"im sorry," you pout, "it was late, i forgot to call you and i thought that it was safer for me to go with him rather than take the bus this late." you explain.
"this bitch like you?"
well, he did try, is it still relevant to tell him? you think. toji doesn't look angry. he just wants to know if anybody hits on what’s his. “i told him several times that i had a boyfriend!” without even saying it first you defended yourself in an instant, you don’t wanna look bad to him. 
 “so he did.” toji leans back, “you seeing him again?” you think first remembering how it was supposed to be two sessions, “we have one more session before exams,” telling him honestly. 
“too bad, you can’t go.” his not asking or pleading with you to not go, his telling you you’re not going. “hate it so much when they think they can get you.” his hands softly caressed your face. “you get me?” 
 you nod in response, “good, tell em now your ass is not seeing him.” 
 you sent your prof a message that you won’t be able to attend and teach the guy because of personal reasons. 
 after a long week of exams and school, you can finally rest. toji knew you were tired. so he promised to take you out to dinner after everything is done as a reward.
he booked a table at a very fancy restaurant. very much like toji.
“i gotta go to the bathroom, sweets.” he suddenly lets you know as your lips curve to a smile letting him know that it’s okay.
into five minutes of toji being gone, you play with your food in boredom. you feel someone touch your shoulders assuming it’s toji you tilt your head to look at the person.  
"haven't seen you in a minute." 
oh god, it's him. the annoying college boy. 
 you glare at him, "my boyfriend's here." 
"where?" he mocks you and laughs sitting at the chair across from you where toji was at 5 minutes earlier. “i failed the exam you taught me, ms. tutor.” he starts, “you didn’t come to our next session, kinda offended.” 
your forehead furrowed, “that’s my fault?” 
“i guess bitches are not very good at being tutors.” he throws an insult and for the next 3 minutes you try to shoo him away but he wouldn’t budge. it was after those minutes toji’s big presence filled the room. “didn’t tell me you invited someone.” 
toji sat on the chair beside you giving you a questioning look and you shrug at him telling him that you have no idea why the man is there. toji kisses his teeth, his attention turning to the man giving him a smile, “ya got a head, kid?" 
the man scowls at toji feeling attacked, “i'm not a kid." 
“you always know how to bother people,” your boyfriend starts, “hmm, think ya could fuck her or sum?" he continues shortly laughing, your eyes widened at his words. vulgar.  
“why don’t we try? maybe then she’ll have a good reason to leave your old ass.” the men fought back. now smiling taunting toji. 
toji raised a brow, “that so? should i tell you something? ya know this woman right here can’t even suck half of my dick if i don’t shove it inside.” you look down shutting your eyes in embarrassment but you felt toji’s eyes laid on you for a second. your eyes open and widened when his hands grip your legs moving up towards your core. “something wrong, sweets?” he asked looking and acting dumb-folded.
you try to grab his hands attempting to stop him because of the humiliation but he smacks them pushing them away. "behave now, sweets." he whispers his eyes fix on the man facing him. 
he didn't stop there, "ya wanna know her favorite position?"
you feel his hands push your panties to the side to touch your core. he starts messaging and caressing it while talking to the man, you only bit your lips to stop the moans that want to leave your mouth. 
"this is the way you treat kids? sir? an old man trying to fuck with a 20-year-old." he jeers at toji resting his head on the palm of his hand his showing him the lack of respect he has for him as an older man, "that sounds kinda dumb, don't you think?" he adds. 
you grip the side of your chair when toji pushes two fingers in. he hasn't even moved them yet but his fingers were huge that your clenching so much already. you can taste blood on your lips from how hard you're biting them. 
"god, i wanna punch the sense out of you." toji starts moving his fingers, he starts slow, but it didn't last because his pace gets quicker every second to the point where juices leak out of your pussy, "it's really funny how your face is as big as my arm." 
you feel like cumming, you try to hold it. it'll be messy and you still have dinner to finish. toji is not cooperating. he knows that it's too much but for toji there's no such thing as too much when it comes to him fucking you, whether it's his fingers or his dick. he stopped to move his fingers to massage your clit with his thumb allowing you to calm down but he didn't pull out his fingers yet.
"im better than you." the boy states he sounding annoyed and offended by toji. his finger form to a fist. it was a public place. if he knew better he wouldn't start a fight here, you know toji is just taunting and teasing him. 
"pretty boy is annoyed now?" toji throws another gibe at him, "i hear you bothered her again, it'll be my fist kissing your face, now walk away kiddo" his lips curve to an unbothered smirk, and he leans back giving the boy a serious look, toji was territorial. the man took the call and accepted defeat when he stands up and walks away with an annoyed frown displayed on his face.
it was then that he started thrusting his fingers again turning his head to face you, "am i doing it right?" you don't know what he meant, you just know that you wanna scream right now and you can't stay still anymore. you couldn't talk back anymore you just felt something building up in your stomach, toji knows you're about to cum, he knows you so well.
"shush, it's okay," he assures you, "you can cum." he enjoys how you try hard to stop the pretty noises you usually make. he enjoys seeing you suffer under him. he never stops fingering you until you reach your limit, he never cared where you were or how the situation is. not being able to take it anymore, you let out a quiet moan when you came, it was enough for toji to hear. 
he pulls out his fingers and licks them, making you look at him in disgust, "oh my god toji!"
"what? can't take my baby's juices now?" his lashes fluttered, "you came so much with just two fingers baby." toji adds, "now, shall we take this to the bathroom or the car?"
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a/n: i promised!!!
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fuxuannie · 11 months
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* pairing(s) : various hsr x gn reader
* prompt : kiss mwa mwa mwa (i dont write kissing this is an experiment)
* authors note : happy 1k followers & the fact my birthday is in 4 days! this little post is a treat and a thank you for supporting my ongoing journey as a writer. ♡ (i havent written more than 4 characters in so long T_T) gepard come home im begging you </3 (THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITEEE IM SOBBIGNGGG)
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DAN HENG's kisses are very short but he offers a lot of them, he's really nervous and he doesn't wanna show that so he tries to keep them brief. Like quick small kisses but he offers plenty so then you're happy.
However if you were to initiate a much longer kiss, he wouldn't mind. Just ignore how flustered he is, how hes mumbling under his breathe when you pull away and the small muffled noise he makes when you make contact again.
"Pretty.." Is probably what he's saying cause he'd have his eyes open to look at you and how pretty you look kissing him, and it makes his heart race and make him get even more nervous. He's kissing the prettiest person to ever live in his eyes, and hes just so HDHHDJSS.
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I think GEPARD would religiously wear lipbalm, specifically flavored and specifically cherry. So when you kiss him, you'll get that very distinct and surprisingly comforting taste of cherry on your lips. It's built an odd addiction within you, kissing your boyfriend for as long as you could just to taste the cherry on his lips.
And how he looks when he's kissing?? It's engraved into your memory. How his cheeks and ears are turning red from fluster, how his usual stoic and serious expression melts to one of desire and pleasure as you two kiss in a random alley while he's on his very brief break cause what else would he want to do? Not be with you?
When you pull away he's PANTING for air, he's so flustered it's so cute and when you kiss his nose or anything of the sort he'll just cover his face and have to regain his composure for when he has to get back to work. His mind clouded with thoughts of when the next break may start, and he'll get to see you again and feel you again.
It also sparked this really weird thing to when you eat cherries, you miss your boyfriend. (actually with or without them you miss him)
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JING YUAN is a man who plays with risks, actually he's more of a calculated planner (or he makes Fu Xuan do his calculated plans) but with you? And the way he's kissing you in an office with an unlocked door?
He's taking his time, almost inticing you with the idea of getting caught. Getting caught making out with the Jing Yuan during his most important work hours? You'd never admit it, but he knows that idea excites you.
He's very gentle though, intimate yet sweet with how he holds you and you rest your arms on his shoulder as he kisses you deeper and deeper. He even lets you play with his hair and when he opens his golden eyes to look at you with that desire-filled stare? You're melting.
"How'd your meeting go?" "Just fine."
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I think CAELUS has really lazy and messy kisses, he's usually really busy and running around doing errands, so sometimes he just needs to unwind some frustration from working so much. He's making a mess of himself in front of you, desperate to just feel your kiss on his lips like a starved animal.
His hair is all over his face, his eyes filled with nothing but want, as he kisses you against his hotel room door the second he steps foot into the room. There's soft aggression as his noises are barely muffled by the door, you're probably trying to whisper something about people outside but he does not care at the moment.
However, the softest mumble of a 'Stop' will bring his actions to a pause. He respects you and never wants to do something you hate, so instead he'll settle with falling asleep like a cat in your arms. He may not be the most tame of the formerly mentioned, but he knows when to control it. <3
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lowkeyrobin · 19 days
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Helloo, I was wondering if you could do MCYT with selective mutism? (ADHD reader heher) it mostly when happens when reader is overstimulated (Ie, a live concert or sm) and sometimes when readers battery is fucking drained completely they just fall asleep on MCYTs shoulder or sm? Thanks!!
oooo yes I relate to this sm ejmekekend ; thank you for requesting!
MCYT ; selective mutism
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity
warnings ; language
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TOMMYINNIT
you guys go to a blink-182 concert
it was so fun yet so loud and crowded
by the time you got to the car, you'd decided, since being so overstimulated, to just shut down talking for a while
he's completely used to you going selectively mute, and knows a little sign language for you and has a notepad and pen in his center console for you
he still upholds conversation on the way home, but lets you stay quiet
you eventually fall asleep and he carries you inside bridal style lmfao
posts a pic of you on snap with the caption "their social battery died. L"
TUBBO
you went to an amusement park with some friends
halfway through the day he could tell you were clearly overstimulated and were getting quieter, only speaking when spoken too
by the time the sun set, and when you went on the coasters again to see all the lights and shit, you like sucked your lips in to stop yourself from screaming
he could tell you were just tired and your social battery was dead so he just kinda kept you close and reassured you that you were leaving soon
once you got in the car with Tommy and Freddie in the front, you two in the back, you instantly fell asleep on his shoulder
you won yourself a little rainbow snake and you were basically cuddling it
he took a picture and posted it on his snap story and captioned it "asleep with mister rainbow snake hours"
he did have to wake you back up once Tommy got you home bc there was no way he was gonna be able to carry you
RANBOO
you went to a concert
you were in the pit so you were literally shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of strangers
very overstimulating
once you leave you're clung onto him
you're clearly very tired and the second he grabbed your hand to work your way through the crowd, dead silence
once you got into the car, safe and secure from people, you just kinda sat there in silence
ran instantly knew your social battery was dead because it was pretty common after concerts and live events
he's able to understand sign just for you
they're probably able to carry you inside after you fell asleep considering they're easily able to carry other friends
if you need any fidget toys or anything to help you decompress, they have them dw
they're so understanding and respectful about it 🫶💔
FREDDIE BADLINU
you just had a long ass day
social battery was at a zero and you went mute hours ago
you come home, lay down, and just won't talk
he gets the memo, dw
he's open to listening if you wanna talk or even type it out, but he rants about his day because it makes you feel a little better about yourself
runs you a nice, relaxing, warm bath and allows you to decompress and relax for a while
and after that you basically fall asleep on hjm
he just peacefully holds you and hopes you're feeling a little bit better now
he'll do anything just to not make you feel a negative emotion
especially since you get overstimulated and go selectively mute because you feel like you'll puke or the words won't come out right
he doesn't know what it's like but considering he's seen it a lot from you, he sympathizes a lot and allows you to convey what you want, how you want because obviously, your brain works much different than his and he gets that
NIKI NIHACHU
you were quickly overstimulated by the loud music in a club that you went to with her
you went out for a friend's birthday and quickly retreated outside
the party scene is definitely not for you
she notices you're missing and quickly finds you, and understands that you're overstimulated and mute for the moment
she had a tangle fidget (like the ones that twist forever and ever) laying in her pocket and gave it to you in hopes itd help you decompress
she immediately takes you home after telling the friend to enjoy their night and informing them you needed to go home
almost instantly you passed out once you hit the bed LMFAO
she'll sit there and rub your temples and stroke your hair until you're definitely asleep
she 100% gets it, and will always comfort you and make sure you're okay
ALEX QUACKITY
the streamer awards were obviously very overstimulating
you were quiet most the night, from the recording and everyone looking at you guys to the anxiety and anticipation? nah bruh
once you got back to the car with Alex, Cellbit, Niki, Tina, and Foolish, you instantly just sat back and a weight was just lifted from your shoulders
you didn't have to talk to anyone or let anyone take pictures of you or record you anymore and it felt good
although he noticed, and confirmed you were just drained and tired and wanted alone time
he gave you his phone to play games on (like you're a little toddler or something) (your phone died an hour ago) and left you to do your thing while Foolish drove you guys home
halfway there you gave his phone back and fell asleep on him
"guys, quiet down a bit, they fell asleep"
takes a picture on snap and captions it "bro you didn't even win anything. What're you tired for???" as a joke
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regulus-books · 4 months
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Hero - 880 Words - @jegulus-microfic
James Potter is a great person. Regulus knows that, James knows that, everyone knows that. He does community service, babysits little kids, reads to the elderly and so on. But in his tight schedule there's not much time for his boyfriend, and that is something James doesn't recognize.
Today, he arrives home a half hour later than he said he'd be home, with bags under his eyes. He places all his items, keys, water bottle, etc. on the table, kisses Regulus' head and trudges up the stairs.
Regulus knows he's being sensitive, and selfish, but him and James have barely talked all week. Regulus stands from their couch, throwing his blanket back down on the cushion, following James up to their room. James is now on the bed, reading something from yesterday's paper. He smiles when Regulus enters the room.
"Hi, honey. I missed you today." He sets the paper down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Instead, Regulus sits across from him on the bedsheets.
"I miss you everyday," Regulus smiles back, taking one of James' hands on his own. "James, I need to talk to you about something, and you're not going to like it."
"I like everything you have to say." James traces his thumb over every little vein in Regulus' hand, smiling softly.
"You won't like this though."
"But I bet I really need to hear it. Go on, my love."
"James, lately I've felt..." Regulus tries to find a word that won't absolutely crush James, he never would want to hurt him. "lonely. I go to work, then I come home to an empty house. Besides the cats, but you're not here," James juts his lip out slightly, his eyes glistening. "and it's not your fault, and I know I'm selfish."
"I just... other people need me too." Regulus almost scoffs.
"Other people need you too? Other people... God I'm sorry James, I didn't know I was on the bottom of your priorities list." He knows he's getting worked up over nothing but how could he not? Other people need him too?
"That's not what I meant, you know that. You're being ridiculous, I like helping people, it's what I do."
"You don't always have to be the fucking hero! Those kids don't need you everyday for seven hours straight! Those kids don't clean the house everyday, cook every meal for you, feed the cats, send out the mail, tend to the plants, or anything else! Those kids aren't the person you are spending the rest of your life with James! I am! And I'm doing all of those things because I don't want you to feel stressed. I'm sorry you think I'm that ridiculous." Regulus stands from the bed and walks out of the room.
"Regulus, wait," James practically jumps out of bed following Regulus down the hall. "Where the hell are you going?"
"The guest bedroom." Regulus feels his eyes grow misty. Why would he bring it up, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut, why did James not reassure him, why isn't Sirius here to comfort him and come up with a solution, why is he being so fucking stupid?
"Come on, baby, I've barely seen you all week!"
"Yeah, not because of me. How the fuck do you think I feel James? Happy?"
"Please, I don't wanna fight. Come to bed with me." James takes Regulus' hand again, pleading with him.
"No, James, I can't just forget about how I feel," Regulus knows he won't win in the end, he'll always do what James wants, "I want you home. I need you home."
"What good am I doing at home?"
"Making me feel like I'm not alone. Making me feel loved, all the time. Just once I want to come home, and have you waiting on the sofa, maybe cuddled up with Trixie or Binx. I want you to be here for me. I don't want to have to call Remus and Sirius when I'm lonely, and I don't want them to pity me."
"I am here for you! I'm here for you right now, I'm standing right here!"
"I'm sorry I ruined your night, Jamie. I'm probably gonna go." Regulus places the palm of his hand against James' cheek and kisses him softly.
"What, why?" James holds Regulus' hand on his cheek.
"I love you, James. I need you to think about this for a little while. Im gonna go over to Pandora's and I'm going to think too. When your done, come over, I'll be there. Then you'll get to meet Luna too. Okay?" Regulus kisses James' cheek, pulling away he swipes away tears that have fallen from James' eyes.
"Are you breaking up with me?" James whimpers, his lip wobbling.
"No, baby, no. I just want you to think about the future. Think about me. I love you, I'm going to Dora's."
"I love you, Regulus. Why are you leaving me?" The last part slips out right after Regulus is out the door. What could James do without him? He wanders around the house, aimlessly. Binx follows him for a little while until he finally settles on the couch, falling asleep, looking at a picture of Regulus and him which resides on the TV stand
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toomuchracket · 7 months
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love when we are thinking about d word. my favourite thought right now is getting coffee or lunch delivered to the office when she’s working and he’s out of town. just as a version of looking after her because she can let stuff like that slide if she’s really busy. and flowers i feel like reception would be sick of the delivery people there (just kidding everyone loves girly in my mind and they think it’s sweet)
when you and matty are getting to know each other and he's in the office, i think you definitely do coffee/lunch hangouts together every day - one day, probably mid end of financial year stuff, i think he comes over like "hey do you want to go for lunch" and you don't even look away from your computer like "i'm so sorry but i'm too busy to take a break rn. but i'll come and find you later for a tea if that's cool", and matty's like "yeah no worries darlin', i'll see you in a bit". the hours pass, and you don't leave your desk; only when everyone else is packing up their stuff to go home do you run over to matty like "god i am SO sorry i lost track of time trying to get everything done i hope i haven't upset you", and he's like "it's alright sweetheart! i didn't want to interrupt you. but i can give you a lift home and we'll get some dinner on the way, yeah? surely you're starving, you missed lunch". and you're like "ok yeah i'm a bit hungry", so you end up getting pizza and eating it in matty's car and chatting lol. the next day, at lunch, he's like "i know you're busy but i thought you should probably eat something so i got you some soup" - you look up at him, all starry-eyed and genuinely touched, like "thank you for taking care of me", and matty's like "s'ok. i like making sure you're alright". and it becomes a thing when you're really busy and matty's around, him dropping off lunch for you and refusing to let you pay him back for it (he's like "the reason you're so busy is because you're sorting our shit out, sweetheart, it's the least i could do to thank you". but you give him little gifts to even the score, regardless). it continues when you actually start seriously dating, although it often becomes matty sliding a tupperware of leftovers from the dinner he made you last night over to you before you leave for work, and he sets up a deal thing with the cafe near the office you both like and frequent so that you get lunch delivered during any really busy periods when he's not in london and able to drop you something off. and i also think matty would be like "i don't ever mean to patronise or baby you, darlin', i just wanna make sure you're healthy", because he's conscious of the potential power dynamics and imbalances but also he really does just want the best for you, bless him. and the flowers! i wrote about him getting you a bloom & wild subscription for at home while he's away, but i think he'll send a little bunch to the office every so often for your desk, too. you and the girls at reception have a laugh about it - you go in on monday mornings and they're like "another bouquet for you, babe", and you roll your eyes and do that "you're joking. not ANOTHER one?" bit from the bbc news before you're like "what's the verdict on them", and the girls will give their opinions lmao. you apologise for the constant extra deliveries addressed to you, and they're like "nah it's cute. and flowers are more fun to get than office supplies lol". you tell matty about this whole bit, and whenever he's home and he personally comes in with flowers for you, he has to stop at reception to show the girls before he takes them up to you lol - to be honest, i think he's less known to them as "matty" and more as "your boyfriend", despite the fact he's worked at/with dh longer than you lmao. v sweet <3
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xotaemintol · 7 months
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2MIN x (fem) READER: Follow Our Body Rhythm PT1
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“Get up, I don’t wanna fight your shadow”
TWS: mentioning of sex and mentions polyamorous relationships
PRONOUNS USED: She/Her
Word Count: 4168
Part: 1/5
Plot: After three long months of Minho avoiding you outside of sex, you are fed up and decide to make him realize just how badly he’s hurting you, and luckily Taemin who is unaware of your plan is right there to help you do it.
THIRD PERSON
As the morning sun peaks into the messy room you begin to stir in your sleep, you could smell Minho all around you, laced in his sheets and pillows his scent covering every inch of the bed and your body, it had been a while since you've gotten to wake up with him since he's been so busy lately, but after making time to see you he was adamant about you staying the night and eating breakfast with him, and you were happy to take the offer since it's been almost three whole months since the last time you stayed the night after sex. So as you smiled with your eyes still closed and started scooting backward, you expect to feel his body against yours, but as you continue to move back you only feel pillows. Immediately you open your eyes and look back.
"What the fuck..." You groan at the sight of a stack of pillows in the place of Minho's body with a note on top, realizing that once again he had left before you got the chance to see him and left only a note to explain what happened you slowly sit up and cover your naked body with the thin sheets, sighing as you snatch the note and reluctantly begin to read it.
"Sorry, had to step out for a few hours, a few friends asked me to see them and it's been a while."
You almost stop reading there as you become offended by his quick decision to leave you for his friends because it had 'been a while' You wanted to ball the note up, put on your clothes, and leave, but instead, you continue reading despite feeling that he doesn’t care.
"I know I promised that we'd have breakfast together but I really couldn't miss this, tomorrow morning I'll make sure we can have breakfast together."
You scoff and roll your eyes at this, he has been making that same promise for three months now, every time he would invite you over he'd ask you to stay the night so he could spoil you only to leave before you were able to wake up, he hasn't even had the courtesy to call or text, he just leaves a note and promises that next time he'll keep his promise. Instead of getting too upset to finish reading, you decide to read the very last part before leaving.
"I left my card for you, I was planning on taking you out today but unfortunately there was a change of plans, so feel free to spend till your heart's content, it's the least I can do after breaking my promise again, xoxo-CMH"
You exhale deeply and slouch back against the headboard, thinking about if you should just leave without taking his card, you consider that you could probably make him realize how much it hurt your feelings if you didn't even bother to eat and if you just went home and told him that you didn't want to see him tomorrow, but as you consider how careless he's been lately and recall the way he dodges even the slightest bit of affection, hardly texts back, and ignores your calls, you realize like that isn't enough. For a while you think about what would make him realize it, trying to figure out ways to make him see how even if you aren't dating, he can't just promise things and break them, nor should he prioritize something like meeting up with friends over keeping a promise. When you first started hooking up with Minho and learned about his lifestyle you thought that maybe he'd be putting going to the gym or work over you, but every time it's his friends and when it first started he said: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way, I promise that it won't happen again." And you believed it.
But now as you sit naked on his bed with another handwritten note on your lap you think about if he ever really meant anything he's said, you start to think about how when you met his SHINee members and how they jokingly said that he'd probably be spending more time with his friends than you, and now you wonder if it was ever a joke. Your mind swarms with thoughts as your eyes begin to water, what had you been doing the past seven months? You can't tell if you stay because you enjoy the sex or if you stay because you enjoy the lifestyle. You love being able to have expensive things, being able to sleep with someone so caring and sweet, someone who cares about making you feel good, you love being around his SHINee members, meeting Jinki, Jonghyun, Kibum, and Taemin was amazing and getting close to them was even better, but now it seems like you spend more time talking to them than him. Whatever it makes you start questioning if it was worth it, of course, you don't plan to cut ties with Minho, you've found yourself way too attached to him to do something like that. But you still want to do something, anything that would make him value you more, like the way he used to when things first started.
"Maybe I should just drop it, what was I expecting anyways?" You say to yourself, you sluggishly get out of bed and cover your body with the sheet "I mean, it's only been seven months, we aren't dating or anything, it's just sex." Just as you say this your phone goes off, you expect it to be an update from Minho about what he was doing or maybe just a random notification from Instagram or TikTok, but instead, as you grab your phone from the nightstand you're surprised to see that it's a text from Taemin, this makes you laugh a little despite your teary eyes, between the five of them Taemin has been the one who keeps up with you the most, he texts you almost every day, sends you pictures, and will even let you tell him about your problems, surprisingly you’ve found yourself talking to Taemin more often than Minho.
‘You’re still at Minho’s right? I’ll pick you up if you are, just wait for me.'
You look at your phone confused as you wonder how Taemin would know that you were at Minho’s house since you never told him that you were going, nor did Minho to your knowledge, you also wonder why he would want to pick you up, you consider that he may want to hang out with you but it's only 9 am and Taemin is usually busy early in the morning, not only that but when you used to hang out with Minho and Taemin he was more likely to want to hang out around noon instead of in the morning, so you wonder if he had maybe originally planned for the three of you to hang out. It wouldn't be weird if that were the case anyway, the three of you have hung out together plenty of times and it’s never been weird or awkward, especially since he seems to take a strong liking to you, he even flirts with you and buys you things just because. But you can't imagine that Taemin would have made plans without letting you or Minho know beforehand, you know that’s not like him to do so it just doesn’t fit, so you text him back and ask.
‘How did you know I was here?'
Almost immediately he views your message and responds with: 'I just got off the phone with him, you don’t mind hanging out right?' That's when the perfect idea to make Minho realize that he should value you more hits you, luckily for you since Minho is completely aware of the attraction between the two of you it wouldn't shock him or hurt him to see you with Taemin, but it would make him question what made you change your mind when you denied his offer to allow you to do whatever you please with all of them, in your mind you felt that he'd maybe consider that he was doing something to upset you, so you decided to quickly get dressed and text Taemin saying: 'Of course not, it would make me feel a lot better to see you actually.'
Luckily for you even without you and Taemin ever having sex, he's quick to tell you yes and spoil you rotten, so you weren't at all surprised to see a text from him saying 'Im already on my way', instead you just continued to quickly dress and strip Minho's bed from its dirty sheets, as you wait you put his sheets in the washer and replace them with fresh ones, you've gotten so used to doing this for him so you didn't mind it.
TAEMIN'S POV
"Hyung, I thought you said that you were going to spend time with her this morning, what happened?" I ask as I lean back against the seat, it’s been months and Minho is still neglecting to be honest with Y/N, maybe I’m wrong for getting so upset about it but she seems so sad lately, and knowing that it’s over something that could be solved with a conversation frustrates me, he said that he wanted to spend all day with her today and that he missed her so much, saying that he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible today as he smiled and texted her about staying the night, but now he's not even there. "I got nervous, I realized that I can’t keep doing this after last night," Minho says, "It’s not just about sex anymore, I want to be with her, but it’s not that easy." As he says this I sigh, I saw this coming after that first month of them seeing each other, he started to see Y/N as more than just a person he has sex with, it only took four months for him to admit to actually liking her even though it was obvious from the start, but after admitting how he felt he suddenly stopped treating her the way he did before, and now at the drop of a dime he leaves her before she's even able to wake up and see him, he'll even take days to respond to her and leave her wondering what happened.
"Hyung, are you gonna start dating Y/N?" I ask, "She obviously like she likes you too, so what’s stopping you? If you keep waiting and putting space between the two of you and making her feel like it’s just sex then you’ll only make it harder for yourself." As I say this he sighs, I can hear his frustration as he does so, I don't blame him for being frustrated since it's not as easy as it seems to have a fling. "You still like her right?" He asks, "I mean, she likes us both, so if I started dating her then it would make things too complicated" He explains, "I tried to talk to her about it, but she says that she is worried that if she does start dating me that she'll still want you and she doesn't even know that you like her." I sigh myself, he's right, the complicated love triangle between the three of us makes it hard for all of us to decide what to do, even though I've never had sex with her we both still very obviously like each other, I flirt with her openly and she reciprocates openly, so it would be conflicting if they started dating.
"Then what are you going to do? You can't keep dodging her and spending less time with her because you're confused, you'll only hurt her more" I respond, "What if she gets so hurt that she doesn't even want to see you again?" Minho's silence tells me enough, I can tell that it's genuinely difficult for him to decide what to do and even what to say, we haven't felt like this over anything or anyone in years, but as soon as she came along it was like falling into a Venus trap, not only is she beautiful, but she's so kind and caring, she's honest, she's easy to talk to, and understanding. Of course, it's a minor issue that she's attracted to both me and Minho, but how could we blame her for that when we both tried to pursue her at the same time? If she's wrong then so are we. "You're on your way to see her right?" He asks, "Ask her how she feels about you and tell me how it goes, even though I already know the answer I think we should just make sure, so from there we can make a decision."
After saying this Minho ends the call leaving me with a mess of thoughts, I've never been the best at things like this so I don't know how exactly to even ask something like this, should I just outright ask and tell her that we're struggling to decide what to do? Should I admit that I know exactly why he's been so strange lately? Should I cut straight to the chase and ask her if she wants to date us both? What if she gets mad at me for not telling her sooner? What if she rejects the idea and stops seeing us both? I sigh and look out the window trying to clear my mind before we arrived, but as I do I see the outside of Minho's house.
THIRD PERSON
As your phone rings you smile seeing Taemins name flash across your screen, you pick up right away.
"Should I come up to get you? We're outside," He says, the smile you had on your face slowly fades as you notice from his tone that something is off, usually Taemin sounds excited to see you, usually it feels like you can hear the smile in his voice whenever he speaks but now it feels like something was wrong. "No, it's fine," You respond as you make your way downstairs, "I'm coming out now..." After saying this you hang up and make sure to lock up before stepping outside, the feeling of the fresh breeze against your legs makes you shiver despite its warmth, you hadn't even thought about how little you were wearing until now. Your short, low-cut dress hardly covered your thighs and breasts but it was what Minho said he wanted to see you in, and you hadn't left clothes at his house for a while now, so it was all you had.
As you open the door you smile a little seeing Taemin sitting there and his manager in the front seat driving, you expect him to smile back but instead, he just looks at you as you close the door behind yourself and put on your seatbelt.
"Good morning," You say hoping that it'll break the slightly awkward tension in the car, it's never felt so strange to be alone with Taemin, but now it feels like it's your first time meeting him all over again. "Good morning, how'd you sleep?" Taemin asks, you shrug and sigh as you cross your legs, you feel so exposed in front of him which is new, considering that he's seen you naked before it's weird that you feel exposed in front of him while fully dressed. "It could've been better," You respond, knowing that for your plan to work that you'll have to fight any awkwardness, you look at him with a soft smile and say: "I had a dream about you."
MINHO'S POV
After hanging up the phone with Taemin I sigh and lean back against Kibums couch while flipping through channels mindlessly, I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore, it's like every time I see her it gets worse and worse. I have the urge to call it off and tell her that I don't want to see her anymore, but it's only because I want to be with her so badly and the sex isn't enough to hold me off anymore, of course, it's amazing but I don't just want to have sex with her. I want to go on dates, I want to talk about our future, I want to meet her friends and be introduced as her boyfriend, not just a guy she's sleeping with. But I know that she likes Taemin too and I know that Taemin likes her, so I don't want to make things official and then risk one of us being hurt when it could easily be solved by just something as simple as both of us dating her or both of us stepping back.
"Hey! Could you stop doing that?! It's been an hour, either watch something or turn it off, you're driving me crazy," Kibum says as he comes out of his
kitchen with two bowls, "Why are you this upset anyways? I thought you said you were going to just ignore things and let fate decide." As he sits down next to me he hands me a bowl of fresh fruit and spinach, I almost forgot that I even told him I hadn't eaten yet when I got here, he even went outside to pick all of this for us and I was so wrapped up in my mind that I didn't even notice him doing any of this. "Thank you," I say as I sigh, it's been like this every day now, I'm always too distracted by the thought of her to even notice what's going on around me. "If it's bothering you that much why don't you talk to her?" Kibum asks, "I mean, don't you think it's ridiculous to run here every time you sleep with her so you avoid possibly falling in love?"
I shrug and take a bite of the salad, "You know how I am, I mean, I like her but what if things get weird between me and Taemin? She'd be fine since she'd get to have us both, but what if Taemin feels unhappy?" I ask, my concern for his view of a polyamorous relationship isn't just overthinking, Taemin has constantly said that he'd want a girlfriend who only looks at him, although he jokes with fans about getting jealous he does seriously prefer a person who's only going to think of him. "Well, if he's already aware that you like her and that she also likes you, but he's still deciding to see her today then he must not be too upset about it," Kibum explains, "You know Taemin wouldn't do anything like this if he wasn't sure, and he'd be quick to say that he was unhappy or upset if he changed his mind." I nod, he's right, Taemin would speak up if he felt negative about it... "But how do you feel about it? Do you want to try something like that with both of them?"
TAEMIN'S POV
As the shower water starts to run I sigh and sit down on the couch, before she went to shower I wanted to talk to her and ask how she felt but it didn't feel right, how am I even supposed to ask anyways? What should I ask specifically? I huff and pout my lips as I begin to scroll through Instagram again, maybe it's not too bad if I don't ask at all, I could always find out another way since I have a whole day alone with her, even though I don't exactly know what we'll do I can figure out how to find out without asking.
"What should we do anyways?" I ask myself aloud, I look up as I start to think of places that she might want to go, luckily from all of the time spent with her and Minho, I've learned her favorite foods, stores, and spots so it would be easy to just choose from those. But I feel like doing something different would help me get an answer a lot better than just doing things that I know she likes, if it goes well then not only would I have an answer but I would also learn more about her which would be helpful since I only know a select few things that she likes. I smile a little at the thought of finally getting time to figure out how she really feels and it going well, with newfound confidence I decided to start looking for places in the area she hasn’t been to so that everything will go smoothly.
THIRD PERSON
As you step out of the shower you wrap the soft white towel around your wet body you feel like you can hardly relax, and as you walk yourself through your plan to seduce Taemin without making things awkward you only tense up more. In your head it sounds simple to just walk out into the living room and drop your towel, you could easily tell him that you’ve wanted him for a while now, and sit on his then and there without having to put in any effort. But you want to be able to maintain your relationship with both Taemin and Minho and throwing yourself at Taemin right after sleeping with Minho, to you it will just come off as you using Taemin to feel better, which at all what you want to do. So instead you spent your time in the shower thinking of how you'll slowly lure him in, you don't want to make things too complicated but you want to make a point to Minho that if he's going to treat you like you're only here for sex then you'll treat him as if you feel the same way.
As you step onto the mat on the floor you look in the mirror, your reflection blurred by the fog as you sigh and try to calm your nerves while whispering to yourself: "Taemin is attracted to me...he wants to have sex with me, so at least it won't fail..." As you say this though you start to feel a slight sense of disappointment but with no exact reason as to why, you ignore it and try your best not to upset yourself and throw yourself off, so before you can start to overthink anymore you open the door to leave but stop seeing him standing right outside the door with your clothes.
"Sorry, I just wanted to give you your clothes," He says, as you look up at him you fail to keep your cool and become awkward again. Despite the confidence that you have in him wanting to have sex with you it's hard to ignore how intimidatingly attractive he is, not to mention that you have feelings for him, it would be easier to just pull him into the bathroom and sit him down so you could ride him if you didn't have feelings for him, then you wouldn't have to worry about being in the same position you are with Minho with Taemin too, but since you know that you have genuine feelings for him you don't want to make things worse for yourself so you just smile at him and take the clothes. "Thank you..." You say trying to hide the shyness that begins to creep up on you, "I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't decide what to do so we'll just go to a few different places if that’s okay with you." As he says this you smile even more, this is why you love spending time with Taemin, he always surprises you by being spontaneous with his planning but keeping it simple enough for it to be relaxing.
You wish that Minho could be here too since Minho always adds a flare that makes things feel so exciting, while Taemin is more spontaneous and will let fate decide where you go, Minho will plan out multiple different places, and you love both of those things but they are even better when paired together since Taemins spontaneous ideas work perfectly for the hour-long stops that Minho plans. If Minho planned to go bowling and Taemin notices a place to eat that you've never tried before then you get to do both, you love the way they work together and while they are both enough alone, you can't help but become saddened by the thought of Minho becoming less attracted to you which in your mind explains why he won't spend time with you outside of sex.
"That's fine," You respond with a half-hearted smile at the sudden thought, while it saddens you to think of you still want to make him realize how you feel, so instead you tell Taemin that you'll be out soon and close the door so you can get dressed.
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yandere-daydreams · 2 years
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wait actually another idea
we haven't talked much yet abt how the bots would be if you got them second hand, so much angsty potential >:3c
imagine an ayaka model who was in storage for about a year while her owner found someone to sell her too, the usually cute and shy model just warped to something so desperate to keep you around, so scared of leaving your side she won't let herself recharge for fear you'll just abandon her too
or a childe bot who was (among other things lol) used as a nanny bot watching ove rhis owner's kids, and does not cope well with suddenly being an empty nester (and of course that means when you fuck him dumb enough to scramble his brains a little he'll beg you to fill him up and give him a purpose again 🥰)
or even if you wanna go less angsty just like, a venti bot with his battery halfway fried who charges for too long and way too often (so don't leave :c what if you're not here for what little time he gets to be active, just stay at home always💞)
just; thots in my head
tw - unhealthy relationships, slight manipulation, controlling behavior, and slight breeding kinks.
i really, really like the Childe scenario - if only because it'd suit him so well. he's always been a family guy at-heart, and he's the happiest when he's looking after a whole pack rather than just a single user, and it's such a big change to go from a house filled with giggling toddlers and moody teens and tired parents to... this, to your quiet, little apartment, to hours of silence and solitude while you're away and he has no one to take care of. he doesn't blame you, obviously, and he'd never hate you, but you have to understand, he's just used to a certain kind of structure. he's just used to having a family, and as much as he knows about your busy schedule and demanding career. he just can't seem to fully understand why you can't give him one.
it bleeds through the most in how he treats you, how he fucks you. even if he knows, logically, that he won't be knocking anyone up, he can't seem to stop himself from bending you over, from pressing your knees to your chest while he thrusts as deeply as he can, from whispering all kinds of things about nurseries and cradles and big, happy families, in need of a nanny as dutiful as he is. you don't use contraception with him for obvious reasons, but you've caught him sorting through your drawers before, and on the rare occasion you bring someone else home, he doesn't get mad, doesn't get jealous, just grins and offers to run out for condoms or morning-after pills or whatever you need before miraculously 'forgetting', despite the fact that his memory card isn't capable of erasing information you haven't asked him to delete. when he cooks for you, which he almost always does, he always puts an emphasis on nutrients, on high-calorie counts, and he's out-right refused to make you coffee more than once, just laughing and explaining that drinks so acid aren't good for people 'in your state'.
you know it's probably just a learned preference, but you can't help but catch on the way his eyes linger on mothers toting newborns and fathers with giggling kids hanging off of their arms. you can't help but think that he really does miss it, that he really did like it, that he really still wants it.
you can't help but wonder what he'd be willing to do to get it back, if you don't give it to him on your own.
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deadgirlkisses · 10 months
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Hi!! I would like to ask, if possible, the lifestyle of Baro x black reader in general with the mention of household chores, what they do with their free time, how they sleep together and more if you have inspiration😊
Bye 🫶🏽
Mr. n' Ms.' routine ♡
in which you spend a day with barou.
c.w: black reader, pro footballer! barou, fly girl shit, the gym, idk anything else!
a.n: i post like every blue moon i swear LMFAOOOOO, but anyways, thank you for asking!
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morning:
barou wakes up pretty early in the morning to head for training so you wake up without him, but he sends you a voice note saying sweet words to you! something like:
" mornin' doll ♡, practise was good, i'm driving right now but i'm gonna get something from that caffe you were talking about. anyways, i'll reach in 20 minutes, tops, so don't miss me too much, babe, i'll be there. love you forever. "
you get ready to make some breakfast for yourself, (or if you feel lazy to, you can order!) and do your cute lil' skin n' hygiene routine!
when he comes back home, he makes sure to pester you with tons of kisses and goes straight to shower & change and comes back to eat breakfast with you.
you two work together to wash and put away the dishes which typically takes hours because you two are mostly just talking about the most stupid shit, but work gets done!
you can finally get to work in your cute office in which barou chills out in the living room watching some of his favourite shows until he gets bored and starts trying to cuddle with you while you're trying to focus.
afternoon:
'rou knows how to cook real bad, so expect him to make you something really nice, maybe even something from your culture because you taught him how to make it!
but lunch is that time of the day when you don.t need to eat anything that big and appetizing (if i'm correct) and so, he would probably make you a sandwich or order something for you if he feels too tired to make anything and you're too busy.
now in the afternoon, he gets pretty tired and takes a nap in your shared bed after playing some FIFA or probably COD and just dozes off, but always tosses and turns incase you're not there laying next to him :(
you tend to do some laundry and organizing your closets and cleaning up a bit before eating some lunch and going back to work!
if barou doesn't feel tired, he'll help you clean up or will clean up himself!
night:
barou and you tend to go to the gym at night since not that many people are there and it feels more soothing to work out at night.
he drives while you're the passenger princess (he jokes about this a lot and once called himself "passenger king" when you were driving) looking all dolled up but ready for a pretty nice work out.
he helps you through out like a personal trainer and listens to your shared playlist during the exercise until you're done n' head out.
he normally gives you the aux and can be seen mouthing the lyrics to your favourite songs since you're always playing them in the car with his left hand steerin' while the other grippin' your thigh (alexa, play "don't" by bryson tiller!).
" ugh, i'm so tired, i wanna go home, and my thighs hurt :( " " no worries, i'll stretch you out, alright? " " mmh, that sounds nice- wait stretch me out? what you mean by that? " " in the way a queen needs to be stretched out ♡ "
you two take a nice bath together and do your night routine together taking 30 minutes until you make dinner together, making a beautiful dish!
once done eating, its back to the kitchen again to wash and put back all the dishes, brushing your teeth in the bathroom, hopping into your bed and watching your favourite netflix show and maybe doing something crazy ♡
but, at the end of the day, dolls need their beauty sleep and lovin' ♡
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asterrrific · 6 months
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How to use: Tap if you miss me.
Joshua x Reader
-fluffy fluff
-long distance relationship
-college romance
-some profanities here and there
-one shot au
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"I promise, I'll be back before you know it." Joshua promised while swinging his hands with y/n. In a few hours, he'll be flying to the other side of the world, as he was chosen to participate in the uni's exchange student program.
"Consider coming home for winter break?" Y/N attempts. She has never been this far from Joshua ever since they started dating during sophomore year. They're now in their senior year.
"I will my love. I swear it."
Joshua looked like he had something else to say but got cut off when the announcer blared through the sound system of the airport, informing y/n that her time with her boyfriend must now come to... a pause, rather than an end.
Joshua got his attention back to y/n, who now got her head bowed. He wanted to leave with her. If only she wasn't the student council president of their uni, she could have been among the chosen students for this program. Sadly, she can't leave her position.
Y/n slowly let go of Joshua's hand and looked away as she forced herself to smile a bit.
"You should probably go inside... you wouldn't wanna miss the-"
Y/n blinked like a deer caught in headlights when Joshua cut her off by suddenly pulling her towards him and kissing her smack on the lips.
Y/n found more reasons to miss him even more.
The kiss was someting between longing and peace. It wasn't rushed, but to y/n, it felt like Joshua felt the same. That he didn't want to go at all.
Eventually, y/n relaxed in Joshua's hold, as he continued to claim her lips, this time, more slowly. However, as they shared that moment, Joshua grabbed y/n's wrist and slipped something on it.
Y/n then broke the kiss first and immediately examined her wrist.
"Josh... what-?"
"It's those trendy things online. It's called the LDR bracelet." He showed his wrist, wearing his usual colorful beaded bracelets, but among them was a pure black one with a small sun shaped charm on it.
He tapped the charm, and y/n felt her bracelet vibrate with a glow.
"Tap it if you miss me." He simply said.
Y/n then did the same, hesitantly tapping the moon shaped charm on hers. She saw Joshua's charm glow.
"This works even if we're a thousand miles away from each other?" She asks as she toys with the bracelet, examining the white beads on hers.
"I hope it does. Should we try it once I'm inside? That's a little farther than now, right?" He says, yet again pulling y/n closer to him until their bodies are pressed flush against each other.
Y/n clings on the hem of Joshua's shirt as she looked down again. Joshua found it endearing, and yet still, a little harder for him to leave again.
Gently, he lifted her chin so she'd look at him. As he suspected, her eyes are glossy with tears, threatening to fall.
"Aw, my darling..." he cooed as he cupped her face with his hands and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead, finally pulling y/n's trigger to cry on to his chest.
Joshua hugged her tight as she silently sobbed. He swayed them both slightly as he caressed her hair and planted lots of soft, little kisses on her head, trying to soothe her.
A few moments later, y/n leaned away and started to aggressively wipe her tears. Joshua chuckled and held her in place, then gently wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb.
"You'll be alright. I promise you." He whispered as y/n tried her best to keep eye contact.
"A-and will y-you be?" she asked in between hiccups.
Joshua tucked a stray hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. "For you my love, I will be."
"O-okay..." y/n shakily said, tears threatening to fall again as she attempted to give Joshua a smile of assurance.
"Okay..." Joshua replied as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.
Y/n then finally let go, and Joshua started gathering his stuff as he moved towards the gates.
"Welp. See you later, y/n." Joshua smiled. Deep in his heart, he wanted to cling on to her smaller frame and cry as well.
"See you later, Joshie." Y/N smiled, fully this time, despite her tear stained face.
Joshua then started to walk towards the gate as y/n watched. She kept track of his retreating back for a bit and decided to walk out of the airport as well.
She wasn't even out the gate when suddenly, her charm bracelet started vibrating like crazy.
She laughed despite her sadness, and found herself looking back towards where Joshua went...
Only to find him running towards her.
Y/N broke into a happy sob as she opened her arms to receive Joshua, tears falling from his eyes as well. He crashed into her, hugging her tight, then picked her from the ground and spun her around.
He breathlessly, gently, put her back down, foreheads pressed against each other, faces shining with tears that reflected the blazing rays of the setting sun, breaths merging with each other.
Then he kissed her ever so gently.
"I couldn't leave just like that." Joshua whispered after breaking off. His lips still lingered on top of hers.
"Did you forget something love?" Y/n asked worriedly.
"I didn't. I just wanted to do this." He cheekily grinned, earning him a slap on the arm.
"I love you, y/n." he then said as he pecked at her lips again.
"You've said that like a hundred times today now." She teased as she placed her hand on his cheeks, making him lean in to her touch.
"I know. I love you. I'll say it again just to make it clear. I love you." And he kept saying he did as he peppered her face with little butterfly kisses, making her giggle amidst her tears.
"Joshua Hong, I love you so much, but please, your plane would leave without you if you won't let go of me right this second." she laughed as Joshua reached her jaws, still kissing her.
He planted one last kiss on her nose which she found endearing, and then he finally pulled away.
"I love you-"
"I love you-"
They laughed as they suddenly said the words together. And this time, it was y/n who sighed.
She pulled Joshua by the shirt and stood on her tiptoes as she kissed him.
"Go now and come home to me safely during the holidays." she whispered, as she swiped at the bangs that fell on his eyes.
"Alright... alright, alright." he sighed in defeat as he grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"I love you y/n. I'll be home before you know it."
"I love you Joshua. See you later." she said as he finally walked away with silly skips to his step.
This time, she watched as he went back in until she couldn't see him anymore. When she was sure he was safely inside, she started to leave as well.
She was already in her car when her bracelet and phone vibrated together. She smiled to herself when she saw the message on the screen.
"That tap meant 'I love you' this time." it said.
She sighed contentedly as she tapped three times on her bracelet. Then she typed in a reply.
"Those taps were three kisses. I love you too, Joshie."
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the idea for this au came to me as i was scrolling online for some accessories I could buy to use on our acquaintance party. I saw the couple bracelets for LDR relationships and then I thought of the plot for this😅
I hope you loved this as much as I loved writing it~
And as always, please like and reblog so others would also find my works^^
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Under The Weather (A Hero-Centric Sick Fic)
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When Hero has to cancel his visit home due to illness, Kel gets worried and calls in some reinforcements to take care of him. Kel knows there is nothing that upsets his brother more than being fussed over and worried about, but maybe he'll let himself be taken care of just this once...
Genre: Sick Fic, Slice of Life and Hurt/Comfort. Friendship and Kel & Hero's Brotherly Love. Post-Good Ending. Self-Indulgent. Hero Deserves To Be Happy.
Characters: Hero (POV Character), Kel (POV Character), and Zoey (OC). Sally and the parents make brief appearances. Mari and Sunny are mentioned.
Relationships: Hero and Kel's Brotherly Bond. Kel and Zoey (OC) Friendship. Hero and Zoey (OC) Friendship [Could be Hero/OC if you really wanted, but this story take place mid-extremely slow burn so they'd swear they're just friends here]. Past Hero/Mari is implied, referenced, and mentioned.
Word Count: 11,886
Rating: G
Warnings: Some hurt/comfort. Some mentions of grief. Mentioned flu and flu-like symptoms. Sick Character. Referenced Canonical Character Death. OMORI SPOILERS. There is a little angst, but it wraps up with brotherly love and Hero actually being happy and taken care of after the good ending (who knew we'd live to see the day...)
⛅This story is part of the "When Sun Shines Again" universe & includes specific references to "Am I Ready For Love? Or Maybe Just A Best Friend" but it should stand-alone and make sense without reading any of that. 
A/N: It's my birthday and this is my (Acacia's) self-indulgent present to myself. 😁Thank you for indulging me!
Link to work on AO3. Full text below the cut.
Thank you for reading! 🧡💙☂️
Kel glanced over at the clock, watching as the second hand barely ticked away. He generally wasn’t this distracted or antsy at basketball practice, even when his coach called an emergency practice after school on a Friday when everyone was naturally jittery with anticipation for the weekend. But he couldn’t seem to focus on anything today—found himself zoning out until something collided with the back of his head.
“Ouch!” he yelped, rubbing his hand across the spot the basketball had just bounced off of him. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Some of his teammates snickered while a few offered shrugs of apologies. His coach huffed, crossing his arms clearly unamused.
“What is going on with you today?”
“Sorry, coach,” he mumbled sheepishly—scratching the back of his neck. “My brother’s coming home from college for the weekend, so I guess I’ve been a little distracted.”
His coach frowned. “Well you can run out that distraction by running laps around this gym. 10 laps—go!”
Kel sighed, but he sprinted off for his laps. If he was being perfectly honest, he didn’t mind. If he was lucky, maybe running laps would help time pass faster. He’d try anything that would help time pass faster. Hero was coming home, and he couldn’t wait to see him.
When practice finally wrapped up, he practically sprinted out to his car and, though it likely would have worried his mother, he sped home at, at least, a solid 10 mph above the speed limit. He hoped he hadn’t missed Hero’s arrival—though he knew he had a class this morning and wouldn’t have been able to leave until later in the day, then he had what was probably a 3-hour drive taking traffic into account, so maybe time was on his side.
When he pulled onto his street, he was relieved to see that Hero’s car was not in the driveway, and as he ran through the doorway into the house, he called, “Have you heard from Hero at all?” Do you know what time he’s coming?”
With an affectionate chuckle, his mom looked up from the block structure she had been building with Sally. “Well, welcome home to you too, Kel. Did you have a good day at school? How was basketball practice?”
“It was fine,” he said with a shrug, trying to ignore that lump on the back of his head. “But have you—?”
“Wanna play ‘zoo,’ Kel?” Sally interrupted with a bright smile as she held up some of the colorful, plastic animals he and Hero had bought her for her birthday. “You can have any ammimals you want.” She stared up at him with wide, expectant eyes as she handed him an elephant. Kel smiled, patting his little sister on the head.
“Thanks, Sally. We’ll play in a minute, okay?” He paused, turning back to his mother. “Mom—”
“I haven’t heard from him since this morning. He was supposed to call before he left, but maybe he got busy or forgot,” she cut him off with a slight shake of her head. “I hope he’ll make it back in time for dinner.”
“I’ll call him,” exclaimed Kel reaching for the telephone receiver. As Kel began to dial the number he knew by heart, he stopped—wondering if it would be better to call Hero’s cell phone. They were all still adjusting to the fact that he had gotten one. It made their mother feel safer and more secure, knowing that Hero had a way to call for help in an emergency, but since he had limited, prepaid minutes, they all still usually communicated with him by calling the landline at the fraternity house where he lived. In this case, however, Kel was hoping that Hero was already on his way, in which case, his cell phone would be the best way to get ahold of him.
“What if he’s driving?” sighed Mom as Kel began to flip through the address book they kept near the phone. When he found the number, Kel shrugged.  
“Then he won’t answer, and I’ll just leave a message.”
“Tell him about my zoo,” giggled Sally, and Kel nodded. As he held the phone to his ear, the ringing of the telephone mingled with Sally’s best impression of a lion. A smile tugged at his mouth as he watched as his sister began to set her animal toys in the block zoo she had been building with their mother.
He was so distracted he almost didn’t hear the slow, heavy breath followed by a hoarse, groggy, “Hello?”
Kel’s brow furrowed. “Hero? Uh…it’s Kel…” He stumbled over his words, worried he had dialed the wrong number. The person on the other line barely sounded like his brother at all. There was more wheezy breathing as if Hero couldn’t catch his breath, followed by an audible gasp and a stumbling, almost panicky, “Kel? Oh my gosh—what time is it?”
“Um…around 6:00, I think.”
“I’m so sorry,” apologized Hero, sounding like himself again besides the hoarse breathiness of his voice. “I wasn’t feeling well so I lied down to take a nap before I left, and I must have completely lost track of time.” His voice cracked and hitched—raspy and wheezy before he finally burst into a fit of nasty, phlegmy coughing.
“You sound terrible. Are you sick?”
“He’s sick?” interjected their mother bustling around him in a fidgety panic. “What’s wrong? Did he see a doctor? Does he have a fever?”
“I don’t know, Mom,” huffed Kel, but he was promptly cut off by Hero.
“Mom’s there?” There was something concerned and guilty in his already weary voice. “Tell her not to worry. I’m fine. My friends have been passing this bug around. I’m the last one to catch it. I’ll probably be better in a couple days.”
Kel nodded before he realized his brother couldn’t see him; then, he turned to his mom giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “He says all his friends have had this bug. It only lasts a day or two. He’s gonna be fine.”
“Tell him to take medicine, get lots of rest, and drink plenty of water and to keep checking his temperature,” his mother began rambling. “If it reaches 103, he needs to call a doctor or go to urgent care.”
“Mom,” sighed Kel. “Hero’s gonna be a doctor. I’m sure he knows all that.”
“You can hand the phone off to Mom If you want. I’ll talk to her,” Hero weakly interjected before he started coughing again. “I’m really sorry I’ll have to postpone my visit, but I’m not well enough to drive and I wouldn’t want to get you sick.”
“It’s fine, okay? Don’t worry about it. Are you sure you’re alright? That’s a really nasty cough.” Kel bit his lip, trying not to sound nearly as concerned as he felt. His fingers trembled as they gripped onto the receiver. As he looked in his mother’s face, he knew she was worried too and likely for the same reason: Hero never got sick.
“I’m fine,” he insisted but his raspy voice and coughing fit seemed to imply otherwise. “Don’t worry about me. I’m probably just going to make some instant ramen and go to bed.”
“But you hate instant ramen…”
“He’s making instant ramen,” interjected their mother. “Tell him to try to eat something healthier—more hearty like soup.”
“Mom—” Kel began to protest before Hero cut him off with a weary sigh.
“I just didn’t have the energy to make anything else…” Hero’s voice trailed, and Kel swallowed hard.
“Is there someone there who can take care of you?” he asked, and Hero sighed again.
“I don’t want to bother anyone or get them sick. Besides they’re all heading out to this party tonight.” He paused, coughing again. “But it’s fine. I’m really okay, Kel, just a little under the weather.”
Kel sighed heavily. He wished he could believe him, but Hero had always had this way of deflecting and belittling his own problems because he didn’t want people to worry. This had gotten especially bad over the past couple of years. Ever since their fight, it seemed like Hero would never tell him that anything was wrong ever again. Kel’s chest ached. His brother could be dying right now, and he’d have no idea.
“Hero—” He stopped abruptly, unsure of what he even wanted to say. It would probably just be the wrong thing anyway, so it might be better if he just didn’t say anything at all.
“I’m okay, Kel,” Hero gently insisted again. “And I’m sorry…but we’ll see each other another time. Maybe next weekend or the weekend after? Whenever I’m not contagious anymore.”
Kel sighed, but he finally answered, “Yeah…You just take care, okay? Do you want me to put Mom on now?”
Hero hummed, and Kel handed the phone off to their mother who started blustering and prattling away about cold medicine, sponge baths, and electrolytes. Kel didn’t catch most of it, but he did clearly hear, “I wish you had someone up there to take care of you.” Kel let out a long, heavy sigh. He certainly felt the same way, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen. Hero hated asking for help more than he hated instant ramen.
“Is Hero gonna be, okay?” asked Sally, tugging on his arm. Kel gave her a reassuring smile.
“Yeah. He’s just a little sick right now, but he’ll be fine. Then he’ll come visit and see your zoo.” He took Sally’s hand and led her back to the blocks and toys. “Here, I’ll help you with it.”
Helping Sally with her zoo project did not distract Kel nearly as much as he hoped. He was constantly distracted by worries about Hero and how bad his health was—if he was really telling them the whole story. He didn’t usually get sick after all, and he sounded horrible. What if he had a flu or something and needed medical attention? He could at least use someone who could check in on him and make sure he was getting water and enough to eat that wasn’t instant ramen. But Kel wasn’t sure who that would even be. Unless…
Impulsively, Kel raced upstairs to his room to grab the notecard where he had written Hero’s friend Zoey’s phone number after she had offered to let him call her whenever he got stuck on his math homework. Kel had used to call Hero with all his homework trouble, but after Hero himself was stumped by a particularly difficult math problem, his brother had suggested they ask his friend who was an engineering major and, Hero insisted, a math genius. Best of all, she had just so happened to be hanging out with him when Kel had called. Zoey had quickly solved and walked him through the problem, then several others. Then she generously offered that he could call her with any other questions—which he had multiple times. Honestly, he’d probably be failing math right now if it wasn’t for her.
He talked to her all the time, sometimes it seemed, even more than Hero, though Kel often thought he probably got a more accurate account of how Hero was actually doing from her than if he had just asked his brother himself. He could only be told ‘I’m fine, just busy’ so many times before it started sounding automatic and rehearsed. Zoey at least told him the truth: he’s stressed about upcoming exams, busy cooking food for a party his fraternity was hosting, or groggy from staying up all night studying. Kel sighed. He understood if his brother wanted to keep a lot of his life private, but, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt a little to be cut off from his reality by dismissive ‘I’m fine’s. He knew Hero didn’t want him to worry and was likely just trying to protect him from that, but still…he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was his own fault. Hero probably didn’t want to tell him he was stressed out, overwhelmed, or sick because he was worried Kel would just say the wrong thing, just like he had when Hero had gotten so depressed after Mari had died.
Neither of them ever wanted that to happen again so they just didn’t really say much of anything anymore—at least not much of anything that mattered. Sure, they still talked—so much and so often that Kel knew the phone number to Hero’s fraternity house by heart, but it barely scratched the surface, never touched anything deep or meaningful. In a way, it felt hollow, distant—like Hero was only showing him a hazy impression of his life, enough to reassure Kel he was doing okay but not enough that he could feel like he actually knew him anymore, at least not like he had when they were younger and Hero had told him everything. It was getting better—had been over the past two years since they had learned the truth, but…Kel knew things would never go back to the way they were. He should probably be used to that by now. His brother was a very private person, and he probably always would be.
And by the time Kel had dialed the number and listened to two rings of the telephone, he realized with a somewhat sheepish sigh that he probably should have been a little more respectful of that. His hands began to tremble as he clutched onto the receiver—genuinely starting to worry he was crossing a line. Zoey was one of Hero’s best friends, and Hero might be embarrassed to know his younger brother had been calling her to ask if she’d check up on him.
Before he could even begin to consider hanging up, however, someone answered the phone with a “Hello?”
“Hey, uh, this is Kel. Is Zoey there?”
The young woman on the other line laughed. “Scotty, how are you?”  she asked, and Kel’s mouth curved into a bright smile. He knew immediately it was her. She was the only person in the world who called him ‘Scotty.’ Zoey had explained to him once it had to do with his talent for fixing things, just like “Scotty the Miracle Man,” a reference to some old tv show Zoey said she had used to watch with her dad. It didn’t bother Kel that he didn’t get the reference. He was honestly just kind of excited to have a nickname. After all, he had never really had one besides ‘Kel’ before and that was just a shortened version of his name. He had always kind of wanted one, just like Hero, but he had never told anyone that before.
“I’m good,” he replied with a chuckle. “You?”
Zoey hummed. “I’m doing okay—been kind of busy. You stuck on your math homework again?”
“Well yeah,” Kel admitted with a shrug. “But that wasn’t why I was calling. Is this a bad time?”
“Nope. Most of my sorority sisters are headed out to this party, so that’s probably what you’re hearing in the background.”
Kel’s brow furrowed. He heard some background chatter and rustling noises, but it was all kind of faint—nothing he would have thought was worth mentioning if Zoey hadn’t brought it up herself. “You’re not going to the party?”
“I have a project due next week, and honestly, parties aren’t really my scene. Don’t tell your brother, but I really don’t think I’d have a good time without him there anyway. We’re usually the only sober ones, and drunk company’s really not all it’s cracked up to be,” she replied dryly, and Kel laughed but shrugged his shoulders.
“Have you talked to Hero at all?”
“Not since yesterday. Did he make it home okay?”
Kel sighed. “He’s not coming. He’s sick.” Kel paused—sighing again and trying not to sound too disappointed. “He called like 45 minutes ago—has this terrible cough. He says he caught some bug or something and isn’t well enough to drive.”
“I knew this would happen,” huffed Zoey though she sounded more guilty than upset. “We’ve all been passing this flu around, and Hero’s been trying to take care of everyone so, of course, he got sick himself.”
“A flu?” interrupted Kel. He shook his head. So Hero had been underexaggerating again…? He should’ve known.
“I’m sure he’s going to be okay,” Zoey reassured him. “He has a really strong immune system—barely ever gets sick. It’s one of the reasons he’s going to be a great doctor. Don’t worry. I had this flu too—got over it in a couple days.”
“He got it from you?” teased Kel, and Zoey laughed.
“Probably from Kyle. They are roommates. But we’ve all had it. Hero’s the last one.” Zoey paused, sighed. “We really didn’t think he was going to get sick.”
“Yeah he uh…usually doesn’t, but he sounded pretty miserable when I talked to him earlier today. Said the only thing he could eat was instant ramen.”
“He hates instant ramen,” Zoey interjected, and Kel shook his head with a sigh.
“I know.” He paused thoughtfully then tried to ask as nonchalantly as he could manage, “Hey…uh…do you think you could bring him over some food or something? Just so he wouldn’t have to keep eating instant ramen. I wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything, but since you already had it, maybe you could just drop it off and maybe check in to make sure he’s doing okay…?” His voice trailed, and he bit his lip as he waited for her answer.
“I’m not much of a cook, Scotty,” chuckled Zoey. “But I could stop by a restaurant or Other Mart to pick up a couple things and drop them off for him. You know it’s only going to make him feel guilty though. He’ll help anybody that needs him without batting an eye, but the minute you try to turn it around and return the favor, it’s suddenly a big deal.”
Shaking his head slightly, Kel sighed. “Yeah…that’s just Hero for you.”
When Zoey sighed herself, Kel imagined she was shaking her head with the same somewhat affectionate exasperation, but she hummed thoughtfully. “I’m sure he’s feeling pretty miserable right now, and not just because he’s sick. He’s been so excited to see you—talked about practically nothing else for the past couple weeks.”
“Really?” The question slipped out before Kel could stop it, and his face flushed. Luckily, she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah, of course,” Zoey chuckled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t know if I’ve ever known anyone who’s so excited to see his brother. I mean, I love my brother, but the way Hero talks about you—it’s like you’re the most important person in the whole world, his best friend.”
“I don’t think I’m his best friend anymore,” mumbled Kel without thinking.
“Hey…” Zoey’s tone of voice softened—something gentle and sympathetic in it. “If you’re talking about me or Kyle or Brandi, C.J., Lorraine, Tamra…yeah, we’re all Hero’s friends and we all care about him, but none of us are you. And we’re never going to be you, Scotty. You’ll always be number one.”
“I dunno,” sighed Kel. He was pretty sure he lost that spot when he was insensitive, said all the wrong things after Mari died—when he hurt his brother, broke him.
“I don’t really know if it’s my place to say but…” Zoey began tentatively, but she let out a conceding sigh. “You know the only time I ever really see Hero happy is when he talks about you—about how amazing you are and how proud he is. His face just lights up, and he smiles for real—it actually reaches his eyes.”
Kel’s face grew warm, but he stifled a chuckle. It was funny to hear her say that considering he would have said the exact same thing about her. They all would have. It was Sunny who had noticed it first, actually, on account of the fact he lived in the city and Hero often invited him to hang out with him and his friends. Kel would never forget how he had excitedly told him, Aubrey, and Basil all about what it had been like to see Hero smile again. They almost hadn’t believed him, but then Hero had come home on a break and told him about how he got caught in the rain with some friend of his, a spunky engineering major who thankfully had a red umbrella. In the middle of his story, Hero’s face had lit up and he had smiled just like Sunny had said, a real smile that actually reached his eyes. Kel’s chest ached just thinking about it—about how much he wished his brother would smile like that all time, about how much he wished he would be happy again.
Kel took a long, deep breath. Could it really be possible that Hero smiled like that when he talked about him too? He couldn’t really believe that. Not after everything that had happened.
“He really loves you, you know?” Zoey continued quietly, and Kel fidgeted. Could she read his mind or something? “If the situation was reversed and you were sick and he was hours away, he’d be calling your friends too—having Aubrey and Basil go check up on you and make sure you’re doing okay. He’d probably be calling your parents all the time for updates too. Everyone in Faraway Town would be keeping an eye on you for him.”
Something twisted in Kel’s chest, and his eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath. “Please don’t tell him I’m worried.” His voice hitched over his words—quiet, small, like he was that little boy cowering in the corner watching Hero break again.
“You can tell him yourself,” Zoey gently encouraged. “I’m sure he—”
“You know about our fight, right?” Kel interrupted without thinking. He swallowed hard—the only sound during the long, heavy pause which followed. It probably crossed a line to ask that. He didn’t even know if she knew, but Hero had told him he had told Zoey about Mari, had told her a lot of things that he didn’t think he’d ever tell anyone. It wouldn’t have surprised Kel if their fight was one of them.
“Yes,” Zoey finally admitted—quiet, matter-of-fact. “He told me.”
Kel huffed lightly, breathily almost a disbelieving laugh. “Then you know why I can’t just call him up and tell him I’m—” His voice hitched, and he stopped abruptly.  
“Kel—” she began to protest, but he cut her off.
“And you also know that it’s all my fault that we’re not—” He stopped abruptly—the words getting caught in the back of his throat. He shut his eyes tightly and swallowed hard.
“That’s not the story he told me.”
Something twisted in Kel’s chest. He couldn’t imagine what else his brother could have possibly said. Even if Hero had tried his best to protect him with his account and paint him in a better light so Zoey wouldn’t hate him, he couldn’t change the fact that it was his pushy and insensitive words that had broken him, right? He was the one who had made him feel guilty, made him feel like it was his fault he was so depressed, like he could just snap out of it somehow, like he wasn’t doing enough, and worst of all, like he was disrespecting Mari. He was the one who had said all the wrong things, who hadn’t been sensitive or kind enough like Hero himself would have been if the situation had been reversed. He was the one who said this wasn’t what Mari would have wanted, and he was the one who watched while those words broke his brother. He was the one who had broken him.
No version of the story Hero could have possibly told anyone could have changed that, but he supposed it was really none of his business.
“You know, Kel,” Zoey continued with a heavy sigh. “Sometimes we put up walls between ourselves and the people we love because we’re afraid of hurting them. It doesn’t mean we don’t love them—it just means we don’t know how.”
Kel’s chest ached, but he swallowed hard. “And you’re saying Hero’s like that?” He paused, and the words slipped out before he could stop them. “With you?”
“With everyone.” She hadn’t missed a beat. Kel supposed he admired that about her. She could be so honest but so kind too, and she knew Hero so well. Kel could tell that she cared about him and was a good friend. Both she and Hero vehemently insisted they were nothing more than that, and Kel believed them—which is why his question probably crossed a line, why Zoey felt compelled to add, “Not just me. You know that we’re not—”
“Yeah, sorry,” stumbled Kel interrupting as he shifted and fumbled around with the phone in his hands. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I just—”
“It’s okay,” she thankfully cut him off. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting the wrong idea. We get teased enough as it is by our friends—I can tell it bothers him. He won’t say, but I know it’s a touchy subject…”
“Do you think he’ll ever…uh…you know…?” he stumbled over the question, feeling guilty for even asking though he was desperate to hear another opinion that wasn’t the dismal ones he, Aubrey, Basil, and Sunny could generally come up with. Given the way he had tripped over his words, he wasn’t sure she’d even understand what he was trying to say, but she sighed.
“Honestly…I don’t know.” She paused thoughtfully. “But I do know that he’s not ready right now.”
Kel’s brow furrowed. That wasn’t exactly the answer he was expecting. “He told you that?” he asked before he could stop himself.
There was a long pause before Zoey answered, “Yes.” Her voice was matter-of-fact, pragmatic, and unreadable, but she sighed heavily. “Scotty, if you want to talk to Hero I feel like you should. He’s your brother. You should be hearing all this stuff from him—not me. It’s really none of my business.”
“He won’t talk to me.” Kel’s face flushed. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Zoey sighed.
“Kel…”
“It’s fine. It’s just…the way it is, you know?” he shrugged, swallowing hard. “He wouldn’t even tell me how sick he was.”
“He didn’t want you to worry.”
Kel huffed. “Well, I did anyway.”
“I’ll go check on him, okay?” Her voice softened—kind and sympathetic, almost reassuring. “But he’s going to be fine. Don’t worry. Then, I’ll call you later and tell you all about how he’s feeling better already.” She paused chuckling. “Okay?”
Kel sighed, but he shrugged his shoulders conceding, “Okay.”
“Good. Now what’s that math problem you’re stuck on?”
Kel snorted a laugh in spite of himself. “You think we have time for that?”
“Unless you want me to tell your brother you called specifically to ask me to check up on him, then yeah—I’m gonna have to actually help you with your homework,” she quipped dryly. “I think there’s a special place in hell for the kind of person who’d lie to Hero.”
Reaching for his math textbook, Kel laughed. “Alright…Well in that case, it’s another one of those functions…”
*-*-*
Wearily rubbing his eyes, Hero groaned. He was so exhausted it took all of his strength just to roll over onto his side so he could reach his bottle of water. He knew it was important for him to stay hydrated, even without his mother reminding him, and was truthfully desperate for something to drink given how hoarse and sore his throat was after he had just woken up.
Coughing, he managed to take a few sips before he sunk back down into his bed. Sunny had once rated it a 9 out of 10, but now Hero would probably rate it an 11, the most comfortable bed on earth. He never wanted to leave it ever, ever again—but that was probably just the flu talking.
Hero couldn’t remember the last time he had had the flu. He rarely ever got sick. Contracting what he had originally thought was a cold was a surprise enough, but he had just chalked it up to being a little under the weather and tried to push through it—until he had crashed that afternoon after a coughing fit—chilled, aching, and too tired to even move. By the time he woke up to answer Kel’s call, he was honestly miserable—phlegmy, wheezy, shivering, and so feverish he could barely put a sentence together. Even now, his head throbbed, and his thoughts were cloudy and muddled. He felt disoriented and too exhausted to even think too hard.
Hero sighed. He should probably take his temperature again—make sure it wasn’t too dangerously high. It barely took any time at all for the thermometer to ding—flashing a whopping 102.2 degrees Fahrenheit. Hero took a long, deep breath, or at least as deep as he could manage given his nasty cough. A fever that high certainly explained why he felt so crummy. He reached for some tissues and blew his nose before he coughed again. It would probably be best if he just went back to sleep.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally started drooping closed, but Hero was distracted by rustling noises he heard downstairs. His brow furrowed. He thought his entire fraternity was out at a party. Had someone come back early?
The sound of footsteps walking up the stairs echoed through the hallway, followed by a knock on the door to his room.
“Uh…Come in…?” Hero mumbled unsurely in a hoarse voice before he coughed again. He tilted his head at the door as it swung open, and Zoey walked in with two bags—one paper, one plastic.
“You look terrible,” she teased dryly, but her freckled nose wrinkled as she smiled at him brightly enough that it reached her green eyes.
“Zoey?” Hero stumbled slowly, breathily. He rubbed his head—unsure if he was seeing things. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard you were sick so I brought you some soup and a Hero sandwich but I put that in the refrigerator since I thought you probably weren’t up for solid food yet.” She reached into the paper bag and took out a plastic spoon and a to-go container of soup from his favorite soup and sandwich place in the city.
“Thank you…” Hero’s voice trailed as he struggled to catch his breath.
“It was nothing, especially compared to the homemade soup you made me when I was sick.” With a thoughtful hum, she ran her hand through her short, red hair and began fumbling around in the plastic bag. “I’ve also got you some sports drinks, water, cough drops, tissues, tea, and VapoRub.”
 “You really didn’t have to do that…” Hero insisted in a raspy whisper. “How much do I owe you?”
Zoey waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s my co-op semester so I’m basically rolling in money.” She chuckled lightly. “Plus, I wanted to do this for you. What are friends for, right? And I mean, I’m the reason you got sick.”
Hero shook his head weakly as he took a long breath. “No, you’re not.”
“Right. Sorry. It was all of us,” Zoey corrected with a lopsided twitch of her mouth. “And your lack of boundaries.”
Hero chuckled lightly in spite of himself, but it quickly turned into coughing. As Zoey scrambled to get him some water, he managed to choke out, “Sorry…”
Zoey tilted her head handing him the water to drink. “For what?”
Hero shrugged, but he took a few sips. “I don’t want to get you sick.”
“I’ve already had it. I’ll be fine.” She sighed with a pointed tilt of her head. “You take this ‘hero’ stuff way too seriously, you know? It’s not gonna kill you to let someone take care of you every once and awhile.” She pushed his desk chair next to his bedside and took a seat. “Now you just sit back, relax, and take easy, okay? Mama’s here.”
“I thought I was ‘Mama’,” he teased—dry and breathy. He wouldn’t have had the energy to argue with Zoey on the best day but especially not when he was so rundown and miserably ill like this, so instead he chose to banter. Mama was the nickname his roommate and Zoey’s long-time best friend Kyle had given him back in their freshman year, after all, so it seemed appropriate.
A smile tugged at Hero’s chapped lips as he watched Zoey laugh. Something warm spread through his aching chest knowing he had made her smile.
“Hey, I was ‘Mama’ before you were,” she bantered back. “But don’t worry I won’t tell Kyle.” She twisted her mouth to the side, but her expression softened as she reached out to take his hand. Frowning, she shook her head. “Your hands are so clammy.”
“Sorry…” mumbled Hero as she pushed some sweaty hair out of his face—pressing her palm to his forehead.
“You’re burning up. You have a thermometer?”
Hero nodded—then weaky motioned to his bedside table where his thermometer was sitting amongst a bunch of tissues. “I just took it. It’s 102.2.”
Zoey’s brow furrowed. “When do we call a doctor?”
Hero shrugged. “Probably if it’s over 103…” His breathy voice trailed wearily. “But there’s things you can try to bring it down before then.”
“Like a cold sponge bath like in a movie?” asked Zoey, her mouth quirking to the side. Hero shook his head.
“You want it lukewarm—not cold. If it’s cold, the blood vessels will constrict, and the body will hold onto heat…” He sighed then coughed into his elbow. After he managed to catch his breath, he added, “But tepid water is good. You can take a wet rag and use it to sponge the back of the neck or the forehead—the arms and torso would help too.”
“You want me to go get one?”
Hero’s face flushed, finally realizing what he had said and that it had come out in a way he hadn’t intended. “No, uh… I meant ‘you’ in the impersonal sense. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
Her mouth curved into a slight smile. “I’m happy to help.”
“I know,” he said, but he fidgeted, something almost bashful in his expression. “But I uh…I wouldn’t want you to have to see me…uh…”—his voice cracked and he mumbled—“shirtless.”
Zoey chuckled. “You’re adorable, you know that?” she teased. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. We’ve been to the beach how many times and you’re a lifeguard for goodness sakes. You can’t possibly be that self-conscious.”
“That’s different. That was the beach or the pool—this is…” He could feel his ears burning. “my room. We’re alone here, and—”
“And you’re sick. It’s all medical. Surely, I don’t need to explain that to you, future doctor.” She crossed her arms with a pointed look, before she clicked her tongue and bantered, “Yes, we all know you’re very attractive, Mr. Prince, but you kind of look like death warmed over right now. It’s nothing to get worked up over.”
Hero choked, then coughed repeatedly—phlegmy and guttural, definitely not attractive in the slightest. As he hacked and lurched forward, Zoey patted him on the back, firm but gentle before she rubbed her hand across his shoulders.
“Woah. Woah. Take it easy. I was just teasing you.” Her voice was soft and kind, and there was something so gentle in her eyes as she met his and apologized. “Sorry.”
Hero’s insides twisted. He could tell he had worried her, and he couldn’t stand it. He never wanted anyone to worry about him—especially not his friends.
“No. It’s okay,” he insisted when he finally caught his breath, but his words got jumbled and muddled in his foggy brain and scratchy throat. “I…I know you were... It’s just…that’s not what I meant. I was just…embarrassed. I mean you’ve already had to see me in my pajamas.” Hero stared down at his pajama shirt and pulled on the collar as his face burned and not just from the fever.
“Your grandpa pajamas?” Zoey teased dryly. His face flushed, but he nodded. Chuckling lightly, Zoey shook her head. “You do realize I’ve seen Kyle in his underwear more times than I’d care to admit, right? This is nothing. And besides, I’ve already seen them before.”
“You’ve”—Hero’s voice cracked—“seen my pajamas?”
“Well not in person, but Sunny drew me a picture of you in them.”
“Sunny drew you a picture of me in my pajamas?” Hero repeated incredulously in a disbelieving, hoarse voice.
Zoey shrugged but answered matter-of-factly. “He only draws you in your pajamas. He draws everybody in pajamas. You know, the last time I saw him he asked me about my pajamas so he could draw me in pajamas too.”
“Why—?” Hero’s voice hitched—cut off by an awkward laugh and wheezy coughing. “Why would he do that?”
“No idea. You tell me.” She paused, but Hero could only shrug his shoulders. Sunny was a talented artist, but Hero would be lying if he said he understood a lot of his abstract pieces or the reasoning behind them. Zoey’s guess as to why Sunny wanted to draw everyone in pajamas was as good as his, he supposed. “But I’m pretty sure he always draws you in these exact pajamas—long sleeves, button down shirt, stripes. I remember thinking ‘why does Sunny think Hero wears grandpa pajamas?’ but clearly it’s because you do.”
Hero chuckled lightly but tilted his head at her. “What’s wrong with my pajamas?”
“Nothing—if you’re over the age of 70,” bantered Zoey. “If you’re not, I don’t think anyone’s worn pajamas like these since the 1950s, but I guess you were always a Wally Cleaver type, huh?”
As his face burned, Hero sighed. “I don’t think I’m as charming as Wally Cleaver, and I’m definitely not as athletic as him. And he had all those girlfriends…”
“That’s a moot point,” Zoey interrupted, waving her hand at him. “Wally wanted all those girlfriends—you don’t. If you did, you absolutely could have them.”
“I’m sure that’s not—” Hero began as his blush deepened, but Zoey cut him off again.
“No, it is. Every girl in my sorority house would date you in a heartbeat,” she replied bluntly—pragmatic as if it was a well-known fact, but her mouth curved into a lopsided grin as she dryly teased. “You are Mr. Prince, after all.”
“Tamra has a boyfriend…” Hero protested—weak but somewhat playful.  
Zoey sighed, rolling her eyes. “Well okay…not Tamra then...”
“Or you,” he quietly added, but Zoey’s mouth twitched into a lopsided smile.
“I don’t know, Mr. Prince. If you were actually interested in me, I think I’d have to seriously consider it—especially now that I’ve seen you in your grandpa pajamas.” She beamed at him with a bright, teasing grin before she let out a short, playful whistle.
Hero blushed before he buried his burning face in his hands. “Zoey…”
Before either of them could say anything more, however, they were interrupted by a distant, shrill whistling sound.
“That’s the kettle,” said Zoey. “I’ll be right back with some tea for you.”
“You really don’t have to—” Hero began to weakly protest, but she cut him off with a pointed stare.
“I don’t want to hear it, Henry.”
Hero paused. It still caught him off guard every time she used his real name. It wasn’t too often that she did—only when she wanted to tell him to stop being a ‘hero.’ It was her way of reminding him to take care of himself, reminding him that it was okay if he was just ‘Henry’ for a while. If Hero was being honest, it meant a lot to him to know someone cared enough to tell him that. Zoey had been telling him that for years now, but she only started calling him ‘Henry’ to do it after he had told her about Mari.
To this day he wasn’t sure why exactly he had told her in the first place besides the fact she had sort of figured it out on her own, but he was grateful that he had told her the truth, had finally been able to share that with someone. He would never forget the way she had cried for him—held him, told him that she wished he and Mari had gotten their forever. He had been so stunned, so moved by her empathy and kindness, that he had just panicked—trying to apologize for making her sad, for making her cry. After a lot of back and forth of him apologizing profusely and her gentle reassurances that it was okay, she had finally just cut him off in that spunky little way of hers. “No. None of that, Henry,” she had said with a pointed emphasis on his real name, trying her best not to smile as she said it for possibly the first time. Even so, she had insisted, “I’m serious. I’m going to keep calling you that until you stop that. Stop being a ‘Hero’—stop worrying about everybody else for just a second. It won’t kill you to be a little selfish for once…and it’ll honestly make the rest of us look better.”
Hero chuckled lightly to himself just thinking about it. She certainly kept her word—pulled his real name out for that reason whenever she felt he needed reminding of that. There was always a certain warmth and a flutter in his chest whenever he heard her say it.
A smile tugged at his mouth as he stifled a laugh, and the way her lips twitched in the corners made him realize she was trying not to laugh now too. Could it be that even after all this time, it still felt a little unnatural, a little awkward for her to call him that? After all, she generally called him ‘Hero’ or if she was feeling playful or cheeky ‘Mr. Prince.’
Hero’s chuckling was soon drowned out by coughing again, and Zoey patted his back and handed him tissues, water, and a cough drop until he finally calmed again.
“Still think you don’t need me?” she quipped, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted quietly.
Her smile widened before she gave him one final pat on the back then took off down the stairs. “I’ll be right back with the tea.”
Hero took a long, shaky breath, trying his best to stay awake as he waited for her to return. His mind was feeling hazy again—sluggish and foggy from fever and exhaustion, but a question nagged at him. How had Zoey known he was sick? Yes, she was very perceptive, and there had certainly been times he was almost convinced she had to be a mind reader but…he hadn’t been that ill when he talked to her last. He supposed Kyle could have said something, but as far as Hero knew, Kyle had just assumed he was napping not battling with a flu.
“Here’s your tea,” said Zoey, swiftly reappearing with a warm mug, a gift from his fraternity brothers that read ‘World’s Best Mama.’ Hero laughed every time he saw it, though this time it came out more like a breathy wheeze then a cough. “It’s lemon and echinacea since you’re sick. I put a little honey in it for you too.”
Hero smiled as she handed him the cup. He probably shouldn’t have been surprised. Zoey was one of his best friends. She probably knew more about him than anyone else—of course, that would extend to knowing how he took his tea. But it wouldn’t extend to knowing he was sick, would it?
“Thank you,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his cup of tea before he took a long, shaky breath. “Hey…Zoey?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know I was sick?” Hero swallowed hard—then coughed again. Zoey tilted her head pointedly at him.
“It’s kind of obvious,” she quipped—deflecting. Hero sighed. He knew a lot about that himself.
“Yeah…but did someone tell you? Ask you to check up on me?”
Zoey sighed heavily, but she finally admitted. “Yes. Scotty mentioned it when he called me earlier. He said you were too sick to drive home this weekend so you had to cancel your trip.”
Hero blinked at her. It took a minute for the words she had said to register. Scotty was her nickname for Kel, some reference he had never quite gotten himself, but it seemed to make his brother happy to have a nickname. Hero’s head ached. His brother…? “Kel?” he asked in a weary confusion. “Kel called you?”
Zoey nodded. “I helped him with his math homework.”
Hero swallowed hard. Somehow he knew that wasn’t the entire truth. The thought made something twist in his chest. He bit his lip as he quietly asked, “Is he worried about me?”
“What do you think?” Zoey paused, but from the look she was giving him now, Hero knew the answer, if he hadn’t already. “You two are a lot alike you know—you both worry about each other but won’t really say.”
“I don’t want Kel to worry...” The words slipped out without him really thinking about them—honest, vulnerable, real. The feverish haze was loosening his tongue, it seemed. Hero’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like it for the same reasons he didn’t like drinking. It felt like losing control—only this time, he didn’t have the energy to care too much.  
“Then I don’t think not telling him anything is the answer,” Zoey replied. “Kel’s pretty smart, you know? He knows something’s wrong even when you won’t say—knew you were way sicker than you let on. He asked if I could stop by and check on you.”
Hero’s face flushed. He couldn’t really process what she was saying, “Kel did that?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
Hero swallowed hard. He met her eyes—hoping the look in them would say louder than any words that she already knew why. Ever since their fight, he had felt Kel slipping away—walking on eggshells around him like he was scared he was fragile and would snap again. No matter what he did to try to reassure Kel that he was okay and that he would never lash out at him like that ever again, Hero couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing his brother. He tried his best to stay connected—talking to him all the time, planning trips home to visit him, even letting him stay with him in the city, and even though things had been getting better since they had learned the truth two years ago, Hero knew that they would never be the same. They could never be the same, not anymore. Not after…
“I really hurt him…” Hero’s voice cracked—breathy, dazed, but heart-wrenchingly guilty even all these years later.
He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud, until Zoey gently reassured him, “And you apologized and moved on. That’s all, in the past now. I don’t think Kel holds it against you at all.” She paused, sighed. “What if he’s sitting around, saying the same thing—worrying the same thing…?”
Hero’s chest ached, but he shook his head. “No, I…”
“Hero,” Zoey sighed, cutting him off. “If there’s distance between you and Kel, it’s only because the two of you won’t just talk to each other. If you did, maybe you’d realize you’re both scared of the exact same thing, and that it’s not worth being worried about. You had one fight. It doesn’t mean your relationship is just broken forever.”   
“It was a really big fight,” Hero gently protested, swallowing hard before he tried to catch his breath. “There are some things you just can’t come back from.”
“And I can promise you, this is not one of them.” She reached out and took his hand again, holding it tightly until he looked up at her and her reassuring green eyes. “You should hear the way Kel talks about you. It’s constant—all the time, no matter what we’re talking about. We’ll be working on polynomial functions and suddenly he’ll just start going on and on about how you always got all As on your report card or how you jumped into a lake to save Sunny and Basil or how you won some hot dog eating contest. He polishes all your trophies while you’re away at school. He’d be the first to tell you that you are the kindest, most amazing person he’s ever known, and he wants to be just like you. You’re his hero—no pun intended. And nothing you could possibly say could change that—could change how much he looks up to you.”
Hero’s face flushed red—he could feel the tips of his ears burning as he turned away from her staring down at his duvet. “He…he said all that?”
“He didn’t have to. Scotty wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s obvious, and honestly you only have to talk to him for five minutes to know how important you are to him. It honestly makes me wonder a little about what Jared and Lorraine say about me—probably nothing nice,” she chuckled teasingly with an affectionate roll of her eyes. “I can almost guarantee you; most people are not talking about their siblings like they’re actual saints behind their backs.”
Hero chuckled lightly, but his expression softened—something warm spreading through his chest as he thought about Kel. Could that really be true?
He sighed, pushing the thought away—grateful for the opportunity Zoey had given him to change the subject to her own family. Hero knew that wasn’t her intention, but he was taking the opportunity anyway. No matter how easy Zoey was to talk to and how many private and difficult things he had told her about himself, he still didn’t like to be the center of conversation and would never enjoy talking about himself. Zoey didn’t enjoy that either, so he wouldn’t want to put her on the spot, but this was about her siblings, right?
Hero didn’t know Zoey’s younger brother Jared very well, but he didn’t really seem like the type to have many nice things to say about anyone, but her twin sister, Lorraine, was also a good friend of his. They often knitted or did arts and crafts together during which time Lorraine tended to gush about her sister in a way Hero found very sweet and endearing. He hoped Lorraine wouldn’t mind if he told her that.  
“Lorraine has nothing but nice things to say about you,” he admitted with a slight smile. “She’s always telling me how smart, driven, and beautiful you are. How you’re strong and honest but so kind, so much softer than you want people to know. She says you’d make a great girlfriend.” Hero blushed. That last part had just slipped out—he probably wouldn’t have said it, if he wasn’t so feverish, but Zoey just laughed.
“Lorraine said that to you?” She sighed, rolling her eyes somewhat affectionately but the look in them was genuinely guilty. “Sorry. I’ll talk to her.”
As he coughed, Hero shook his head. “No, it’s…it’s okay. She’s right…” His voice trailed, distant and breathy, but he couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth, “You are all of those things, and if you did ever want to date someone, that person would be very lucky…”
“Not nearly as lucky as the person who gets your heart, Mr. Prince.”
Even though Hero was sure she was only teasing him, his face flushed anyway—burning to the tips of his ears. He pursed his lips together, then stared down at his hands on the duvet. “It’s pretty broken…I’m not sure it’s much of a prize anymore,” he mumbled, trying his best to play along despite the sadness that crept into his words.
He bit his lip, but he felt her warm, gentle hand reach out to take his. He couldn’t look at her face, but he felt her squeeze his hand, heard her voice—quiet but sincere. “I don’t think that’s true.”
As he took a long, shallow breath, Hero shivered, but he wasn’t sure it was from the fever. Zoey let go of his hand immediately.
“You’re trembling. Let’s get you another blanket,” she said, turning towards Kyle’s bed. “You can have Kyle’s. He won’t mind.”
“It’s okay. I have a quilt…It’s under the bed.” Hero struggled to catch his breath as he leaned forward, trying to pull himself out of bed to look for it, but Zoey gently reached out her hand to stop him.
“I’ll get it,” she insisted; then she pulled the quilt out of one of the plastic bins under Hero’s bed—unfurling it then tucking it around him, all the way up to his chin. With a sigh, she ran her hand across the carefully stitched pattern of bright orange and yellow marigolds. “It’s beautiful.”
“My Tía Gloria made it for me after Mari died.” The words just slipped out—automatic, unfiltered. Hero flushed. He hadn’t meant to say that—probably wouldn’t have to anyone else, maybe not even to her if he was a better state.
“Oh Hero…” Zoey began quietly, but Hero cut her off with a fit of coughing that upset his blankets. Zoey pat his back again, but he could feel her tender hand running across his shoulders long after he had stopped coughing.
“Zoey…I…” he began, hoping the words would come to him if he just started talking, but thankfully she cut him off.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything—unless of course, you want to,” she paused, blinking at him with a soft expression in her eyes. “But I don’t need explanations, especially not now when you’re sick.”
Hero sighed in relief, and hoped the look in his eyes would convey the gratitude he didn’t quite have the strength to express at the moment. “Thank you...”
“Don’t mention it,” shrugged Zoey. “You look tired. You want me to go?”
“You can stay if you want—maybe watch a movie…?”  
Zoey smiled, but as she glanced over at the tv and shelves of tapes which, naturally almost all belonged to Kyle, she teased. “Let me guess: the choices are raunchy comedy or sports biopic?” 
Hero chuckled, lightly, breathily. Zoey certainly knew Kyle and his movie collection very well. He supposed he would expect that given how long the two of them had been friends. “We rented The Godfather from Blockbuster.”
“That’s not bad,” hummed Zoey. “But if we’re talking about Brando’s mob movies, On The Waterfront is better.”
A smile twitched in the corners of Hero’s mouth. “I have that one.”
“Really?” Zoey asked, her brow furrowing, and Hero nodded. “So you really do like old black-and-white movies after all, huh? Here I was thinking you were all talk.”
Hero let out a few chuckling heavy breaths, then swallowed hard. Finally, he took a sip of water trying to cool the burning of his hoarse throat. “I only have a few tapes. Most are in color, but I have some black-and-white.” He paused—shutting his eyes as he tried to clear his head—sifting through the fogginess to focus on his tape collection until he could picture it in the feverish haze of his mind. “Casablanca, Roman Holiday, It’s A Wonderful Life, 12 Angry Men, Christmas in Connecticut…”
“You do not have Christmas in Connecticut over there,” Zoey interrupted in disbelief.
Hero took a deep breath, but he nodded. “It’s on the bottom shelf.”
“I’ve never met another person who has even heard of that movie,” laughed Zoey, but Hero just shrugged, pulling the quilt up around his shoulders again.
“It’s one of my favorites. Always makes me laugh. I love the scene where she tries to flip the flapjacks and the pancake sticks to the ceiling.” Hero laughed then, par for the course, coughed.
“It’s one of my mom’s favorite movies too,” Zoey said as he handed him his water, giving him a firm but gentle pat on the back for good measure. “I used to wonder if that was because the main character falls in love with a navy guy.”
“Like your dad…?” asked Hero, worrying only after the fact that it was a prying question. He didn’t know much about Zoey’s father except that he was an admiral in the navy, and, according to Kyle, particularly stern, serious, and somewhat frightening. Zoey, however, only shrugged.
“I don’t know. I think my dad is a lot rougher around the edges than Jefferson Jones.” Her lips curved into a smile. “Jefferson’s pretty soft—quite the catch actually: sincere, generous, kind, domestic…and he can play piano.”
Hero’s brow furrowed, and he stumbled in confusion, “Is…that a…?”
“Perk?” Zoey finished for him. Then she chuckled dryly and nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Are you just saying that because you know I can play?” asked Hero dryly, but his mouth twitched in the corners.
“You know I’ve never actually heard you play before,” she teased back. “You could be terrible. In which case, it wouldn’t be a perk at all—more like a deterrent.”
Hero chuckled lightly. “I probably am terrible. I’m really rusty, and out of practice.”
“Well, we’ll never know for sure will we.” Her mouth curved into a lopsided grin before her expression softened. “Though Scotty told me you used to be quite the pianist—had a lot of fun with it. What did you used to play when you were in practice?”
“Nothing too complicated. I…I think my favorite song to play was ‘Vienna.’”
“Billy Joel?” asked Zoey, and Hero hummed. “That has a great piano part.”
“Yeah it’s pretty fun. I’ve always been a fan.”
“I can see that…” teased Zoey glancing over at the stack of CDs on Hero’s bedside table. Cold Spring Harbor was on the top—probably because Hero had been listening to a particular song on it on repeat. His face flushed as he thought about why, but he swallowed hard and shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to push the thought away.
“I used to annoy Kel with it a little, I think,” he admitted. “I played it over and over. He once threw a pillow at me while I was practicing and yelled ‘Don’t you know any other songs?’” Hero chuckled breathily, and Zoey laughed.
“When was the last time you played it?”
“I dunno. It’s been years…had to have been before Mari died.” He paused—catching his breath, but he kept talking, almost like he couldn’t stop. “I haven’t really played anything since then. I played a few bars on her piano before her family moved away, but…” His voice hitched, and his chest ached—panging in that all too familiar space in his heart that Mari had left behind. “You know I…honestly I learned to play piano because she loved it. I enjoyed it sure—it was fun, but Mari…Mari was the one who had real passion for music and I guess…I just wanted to be part of that. After she died, I just…I didn’t want to play anymore—didn’t want to play without her.”
Hero stopped—his face flushing. He hadn’t meant to say all of that. Talking about Mari with Zoey was getting easier—clearly, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, just like he wasn’t sure if he would have even said all of that if he hadn’t been sick or feverish. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, to know that he made the smile disappear from her face, made something sad pass over her eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he began to apologize. “I keep talking about her…” Swallowing hard, he stared down intently at his quilt—running his hands over the thoughtfully embroidered orange and yellow marigolds—a symbol of hope, remembrance, a connection that endures even after death.
“It’s okay, Hero…” said Zoey, quiet, gentle as she reached out to pat his hand. “And it’s okay if you never want to play piano again either. You don’t have to. It’s nothing to feel guilty about.”
Hero took a long breath, watching as Zoey’s fingers slipped between his. He curled his hand catching hers—intertwining their fingers, holding on tightly to her. “I’d play for you if you wanted…”
“I know you would,” Zoey replied with a tilt of her head and a kind smile. “And as much as I would love to hear you play piano, I’d only want you to play because that’s what you wanted—not because you felt obligated. Someday if you see a piano and you just feel like playing, I hope you will and then you can call me and play for me, but don’t force yourself. It should be something that makes you happy, like it used to.”
Hero’s chest ached, but he managed the twitch of a bantering smile as he asked dryly, “How else will I pay you back for taking care of me when I was sick?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Our debts are paid,” she insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You took care of me first remember, and besides I’ve already gotten my reward which is getting to see you in your grandpa pajamas,” she teased winking playfully at him.
“Zoey!” Hero burst into a fit of laughter mixed with intense, nasty coughing.
“If you’re going to have a coughing fit every time you laugh, do you really think we should watch this movie?” she quipped, but Hero shrugged.
“It’s fine. I’m probably just going to fall asleep anyway.”
Chuckling, Zoey got up from her seat and put the tape into the VCR with a “Okay. Whatever you say” then she curled up on the edge of Kyle’s bed—pulling her knees to her chest as she leaned back into his mountain of throw pillows.
Hero chuckled a little himself before his weary eyes started drooping again. He had been right, of course. He started nodding off during the opening credits and was sound asleep before he even got anywhere close to his favorite flapjack scene. He wasn’t sure if he had dreamed it or imagined it in a half-asleep daze, but he could have sworn that once the movie had ended, he had felt gentle fingers tangling in his hair as it was pushed out of his forehead and Zoey’s voice whispering, “C.J.’s back now and will keep an eye on you, so I’m going to head out. You take care of yourself, Henry…”
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Two Weeks Later…
“You made it!” exclaimed Kel excitedly as Hero walked through the front door with his suitcase. Kel threw his arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“Sorry it took so long,” Hero chuckled lightly as he scratched the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.
“Are you feeling better at least?” asked Kel with a kind smile, and Hero nodded.
“Yeah…I was only sick for a couple of days, and my friends looked after me.” Hero paused, meeting Kel’s eyes with an expression that said more than his words, “Thanks for that, Kel.”
Kel flushed a little, but he laughed. So Hero had figured that out after all? He should’ve expected that from his brother. He was always so smart. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind too much that Kel had meddled, not that he’d really tell him if he had. Still Kel smiled and teased, “Hey, no problem. You’re lucky I didn’t drive up there myself.”  
“Your father and I almost drove up too,” said their mom before she pulled Hero into another hug herself. “It was horrible thinking of you so sick in the city all alone.”
Hero’s face softened, as he pulled away from their mother to look her in the eyes. “I was fine, Mom. Please don’t worry.”
“Hero! Hero! Wanna play zoo?” exclaimed Sally, twirling around him with her favorite plastic animal toys until he scooped her up into a hug.
“Of course, Sally, but uh…”
“Give him a minute,” Kel interjected with a good-natured laugh. “He hasn’t even taken his coat off yet.
“Oh let me take that,” said their dad—patting Hero heartily on the back as he slipped his arms out of his coat. “It’s good to have you home.”
“Good to be home, Dad,” Hero replied with a kind smile.
“Let me take your bag upstairs,” exclaimed Kel reaching for the suitcase Hero had brought with him, but his brother reached out a hand to stop him.
“Oh…you don’t have to do that. I can get it.”
Kel waved his hand at him. “Don’t be silly. It’s just upstairs. Come on. You can freshen up for dinner too.”
“I made all your favorites,” said Mom. “And I even ordered a hero sandwich for you from Gino’s.”
Hero scratched the back of his neck—the slightest tint of pink in his cheeks. “Thanks, Mom, but you really didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”
Kel snickered and was still snickering as Hero followed him up the stairs. “You know Mom’s just going to make a big deal out of every time you visit even if you tell her not to, right?”
Hero sighed conceding, “Yeah…”
As Kel opened the door to their room, he set Hero’s suitcase down on his bed—still perfectly made from the last time he had visited, but as he turned back to his brother he paused, tilting his head curiously as he watched Hero staring wide-eyed at their old keyboard, pushed up against the wall next to the door.
“Oh uh…yeah…we found that when we were cleaning out the garage—” Kel shrugged, scratching the nape of his neck. “Thought we might as well set it up again.”
“Are you going to start playing again?” Hero asked, and Kel laughed.
“Nah. I don’t think I can even read music anymore, but maybe Sally will want to. She likes to come in here and bang on it sometimes—doesn’t sound much like music though.”
Hero chuckled, but before he could say anything, Kel said, “Or you could…if you wanted. I found a bunch of your old books and sheet music and stuff.” He motioned to a box on the ground near the keyboard, but he twisted his mouth to the side. He didn’t want to seem pushy. He knew Hero hadn’t played since Mari had died, and he probably wouldn’t want to ever again. Kel supposed, it was just one of those things his brother just couldn’t bring himself to do without Mari.
Kel sighed—blinking at Hero’s unreadable expression. Had it made him sad? He couldn’t tell. Maybe he should have given him a heads up about the keyboard or hidden it in the garage or something while he was visiting?
“Yeah. Thanks, Kel,” shrugged Hero, clearly putting this conversation to rest.
“Well uh…” Kel began to stumble before his mother’s voice called for him.
“Kel, can you come give me a hand for a minute?”
“Sure, Mom!” he yelled before turning back to Hero with a somewhat helpless shrug of his shoulders. “Hey, uh…I’ll be right back okay?”
Hero nodded, and Kel disappeared through the doorway. He shook his head. Why did everything have to be so awkward?
Kel sighed, and his chest ached. He knew why. But he swallowed hard—pushing the thought away, focusing instead on helping his mom set the table. As he was setting out some silverware, he stopped abruptly—his ears perking up at the sound of distant music, a familiar progression of notes he recognized.
“Do you hear that?” gasped Kel in disbelief, but it seemed his mom could only blink at him with wide, surprised eyes as Sally gushed and giggled.
“So pretty!”
Kel nearly dropped the silverware he was holding—fumbling around with the forks and spoons until he finally dropped them in a disorganized heap on the table and raced up the stairs—that all-too-familiar song growing louder and louder. As he burst through the door of his room, he could scarcely believe his eyes. Hero was sitting at the keyboard—his hands gliding across the keys playing music again.
“Hero?” Kel choked in a breathy disbelief which must have startled his brother because he stopped playing abruptly—clearly bumping the wrong keys in surprise creating a dissonant chord.
“Oh uh…sorry…” he mumbled, his face flushing somewhat sheepishly as he fidgeted—recoiling his hands away from the keyboard. “I just uh…I saw the keyboard and…wanted to play…”
Kel could only blink at him with wide, dark eyes. “You wanted to play piano?”
Hero’s blush deepened, but he nodded. “Yeah…uh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “I know you don’t really like that song but the music was on the top of the stack and…”
His voice trailed, and Kel’s expression softened, brightening into a wide smile. He supposed Hero was right. Once, what felt like a lifetime ago, he had given his brother all kinds of grief for playing that particular song over and over, but in the years that had followed, he would have given anything to hear him play it one more time, would have given anything to hear him play again. And now that he hadn’t heard it in so long—now that their room, their home had been quiet and empty for so long…
“I…I can try to play something else…” Hero chuckled awkwardly, but Kel cut him off.  
“No, I’ve never been happier to hear anything in my whole life.”
Hero laughed lightly, and his mouth curved into a smile—a real one that reached his eyes.
Kel’s chest ached. He had missed that even more than the music. He rushed forward—throwing his arms around his brother and hugging him tightly, hoping that gesture would say more than his words ever could.
“Kel!” Hero gasped quietly, leaning backward in surprise, his shoulders stiffening a little before he relaxed. He wrapped his arms around his brother, running his hand across his back as Kel pressed his chin to his shoulder.
Kel shut his eyes tightly, but he whispered with the brightest smile on his face, “It’s so good to have you back.”
He could feel the chuckle reverberating in Hero’s chest before his brother patted him on the head and whispered, “It’s good to be back.”
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tinydestinybear · 2 years
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Hi, I’m not sure if you’ve already done this but I can’t find it on your masterlist so I’m assuming not! I would love an NSFW version of the Candid Photos collection!
hellooo, thank you for sending in the request! i hope you enjoy reading, please send across feedback! this is a collab with @watermelonlovershigh because i absolutely love their ideas and wanted to do this together with them 💕 
warning: 18+, nsfw content
w/c: 910 words
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1. I think it’s pretty much evident that Harry has a lot of recordings varying from soft, casual morning sex you have to pure filthy ones too. They don’t make up for your absence when he’s on tour but definitely help him out whenever he misses your touch.  
2. Whenever you send unsolicited nudes to each other, he’ll probably have the best reactions. Let’s say you send him a picture of you in bed wearing a lace teddy  *** and here’s how it goes:
Haaaang on a second I love this You’re so sexy m’love Now please, pick up my call baby gotta see you for myself. Miss you so so much
3. There are some days Harry feels like edging himself and the best way to do that is by watching videos he took of him edging you. The videos contain him rubbing your clit until you're seconds away from coming and then he'd remove his fingers, leaving you very much edged. Or in some videos, it's of him holding a vibrator on your clit, sometimes dipping it into your dripping cunt, and then removing it before you come. So as Harry watches these videos in his hotel rooms, as soon as he edges you in one of the videos, he'll remove his hand off his hard and throbbing cock to edge himself. It can last hours or minutes, just depending on his mood or schedule.
4. Harry absolutely loves taking pictures and videos with you, of you so there are hundreds of them, even candid ones when he just sets up the phone at a corner - one where your head’s resting on his chest or his resting on your boobs on the couch or on the bed on a lazy day or even his rings print on your ass after a hot night. He’ll probably have short videos of you kissing with soft background music and he’ll watch it when he feels extra lonely and misses your kisses.
5. Harry has to self pleasure a lot when he's away on tour and the only way he can manage to get off is either looking at photos or videos of you during sex that's he's taken for this purpose. When he has a little extra time to unwind and masturbate, he enjoys looking at this specific video of you where it's just your face. Harry loves seeing how your face scrunches up in pleasure and the way your eyes gloss over. It really gets him going.
6. You both enjoy recording and don’t feel pressure coming with it so when you try out new toys and film a few days later when you’ve adjusted to the toy, it brings even more pleasure. Rather than just giving pleasure when you’re both away, it also highlights your relationship journey with him and how you’ve explored different boundaries with him. 
7. Sometimes Harry never actually filmed you during sex but more so had his phone picking up the audio only, screen black. He enjoys listening to this audio when he has some time to take an extra long shower, including some self pleasuring. He'll connect his phone to a speaker and while he's in the shower, the sounds of your beautiful moans echo through the hotel bathroom walls, helping him to jerk off.
8. Typically Harry watches a video of you giving him a blowjob before one of his concerts if he's got a raging boner and needs it to go down before going up on stage. If you were physically there with him, you'd be giving him a blowjob in person. But without you there, the video Harry took of you on your knees, deep-throating his cock will work. He'll sit on the toilet in the dressing room and with his lubricated hand, tug his foreskin up and down his shaft until ropes of warm, sticky cum shoots out his head.
9. Most of the videos saved in his camera roll are filmed in the comforts of your home but when you both wanna enjoy the thrill, you film it in public, especially bathrooms. Maybe he’s carrying a vibrator with him and he’ll put it on for you before you leave and adjust your outfit, “Love you, you’re so pretty. Will make you feel good at home if you get through it today.” And when he sees them while on tour, he misses you even more because as much as he wants to give you pleasure and enjoy that thrill again, you’re not there by his side. But well, you both make up for it when you reunite.
10. Being on tour without you is tough and sometimes Harry feels sad and horny, leading him to wank off to his most favorite video of you. A video that barely has any picture but mostly sounds. And it's the sounds of your love making. The love making you had right before he left for tour where you shared your love for one another in sweet kisses and sensual touches. Soft praises and loving words. He'll have the phone beside his head, on his pillow, and have his hand under the duvet, masturbating his cock off while tears run down his face. It may not be the most euphoric orgasm to come out of this session but it's one that will temporarily fill the void in his heart from missing you. Harry just can't wait until he sees you again because he's going to make love to you over and over again.
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mins-fins · 9 months
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totally not in love — park hanbin
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taking y/n out to drink on his birthday was definitely a mistake.
it has been thirty minutes and hanbin has now lost him. he's been looking everywhere for him, fucking hell why did hanbin #1 have to go all out for y/n's birthday and rent this huge ass house!?
i mean— of course y/n deserved to have an all out birthday but hanbin might as well be stuck in a circus with how many people are around and how none of them look like y/n.
after thirty minutes of walking, asking, searching, and smelling the horrible breath of drunk college students, hanbin considers giving up, until he hears the familiar voice.
"hanbinie! my lovely!" a drunk y/n giggles as he stumbles towards him. hanbin catches him as he looks like he's about to fall. "i missed you, i was looking for you with the puppy looking boy".
"you mean gyuvin?"
"pfft—!" y/n breaks into a boisterous amount of laughter. hanbin stares at him like he's crazy, a small smile coming to his face as he notices how different y/n looks compared to when he first arrived no more than four hours ago. "yeah, that's what i said! the puppy boy!"
"y/n your drunk".
"no i'm not" he slurs his words, he giggles again as he sees hanbin's face. "you can ask my husband, lee seunghwan".
"lee seunghwan?" hanbin chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "your married to lee seunghwan?"
"yep!" y/n nods like it's common knowledge. "we live on a farm and we have seventeen cats!"
"is one of them named after hoshi?"
"yeah!"
y/n sighs dreamily, humming and doing a victory dance as if he's actually married to seunghwan. "we raised all of them together too, true story".
"that's nice, who were you with before again?"
y/n hums. "uh.. hanbin numéro uno, my biggest hater hao, woohyun oppa, puppy boy, and um uhh… edward cullen?"
hanbin laughs at those words, already being able to identify whose who with those descriptions. "also man in love! i don't know who he's in love with but he was there for a moment!"
"um.. okay, let me call your brother, he'll know what to do—"
"you don't have to!" y/n whines, a pout coming to his face. "i'm 21! i'm practically an adult! you can't call my brother!"
y/n pushes hanbin away and crosses his arms, stomping his feet for a moment. "y/n—"
"i don't wanna go home!" he shouts, pouting like a little kid who just got told they had to leave the playground. "take me to my husband!"
"your husband is probably trying to dive off the roof right now.."
hanbin jumps, immediately being met with the sight of kim taerae beside him. taerae does not look that drunk, which makes sense, because he has to drive junhyeon, jeonghyeon, and junghyun home after all of this is over.
"what happened to him?"
"i don't know, he spent like- a whole hour attached to seunghwan, i think he was actually convinced that they have seventeen cats together and live on a farm together".
"and i'm pretty sure he named one of them after his seventeen bias".
"i wanna kiss someone" y/n randomly states, and hanbin takes in a deep breath. "we should go find my husband, his name is lee seunghwan, we have seventeen children together".
"i thought you said cats".
"cats are children".
y/n states that like it's a fact. hanbin quickly grabs onto him before he decides to run away. "okay, your not gonna kiss anyone, y/n, you're way too drunk for this".
"what?" he pouts like he's sad once again. "your jealous i won't kiss you, hanbin numéro dos?" he asks, grabbing onto both of his arms and staring up into his eyes like he's so enamored by him.
"y/n—"
"will you turn into a frog if i kiss you?"
taerae snorts, covering his mouth with his hand as the words are so funny yet are asked in such a serious manner. "i'm sorry, hanbin" he says in a giggle. "i have to— i have to go find junhyeon, i have to take him home but, uh.. have fun".
"can i kiss you hanbin numéro dos?"
"no, you're too drunk to know what your saying".
"so if i was less drunk would you kiss me?"
y/n is now staring at him like he's the love of his life, and though hanbin would like to kiss him, he doesn't want to kiss y/n while he's like this. he knows y/n isn't being honest, for fucks sake he thinks he's married to lee seunghwan and living on a farm with seventeen cats, hanbin won't kiss him like this.
"y/n, your not getting kissed right now".
"aww" y/n whines, surprisingly pulling hanbin into a hug. "i'm 21, i need to have my cinderella moment".
"maybe later y/n".
y/n pulls away from the hug, staring at hanbin for a moment before he starts tearing up. the older immediately panics, watching as y/n now has tears running down his face.
"i— what.. why are you crying?"
"you don't like me?" he asks in tears, a small pout coming to his face as he stares at hanbin again. "i thought you liked me.."
"hey! don't cry!" hanbin exclaims, wiping y/n's tears with his thumb. "i— i do like you! i just can't kiss you while your this drunk, y/n, your mind isn't in the right place!"
y/n giggles, though still emotional. "i can't believe you decided to break my heart on my own birthday" he pulls hanbin into another hug.
"i didn't break your heart".
"you did! hanbin numéro uno would never do that!"
"what about the seventeen cats?"
"they're still my kids, don't be mistaken".
"okay y/n, let me take you home" hanbin states, and y/n does something between a nod and a shake of the head. he simply lets hanbin take his hand as he stumbles with every step.
"can i say goodbye to my husband first?"
"your husband who you just tried to cheat on with me".
"shut up i just wanted to see if you would turn into a frog!"
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howlingday · 1 year
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my cat died and i'm sad, but when I'm sad i like to read about other people overcoming their own depression, you wanna write a story about jaune learning to function and be a hero while depressed?
Time to step up...
Jaune felt heavy. His entire body was like lead. He looked to the time and saw it was ten in the morning, much later than his usual six o' clock wake up. He groaned as he lifted his body out of bed. "Another day..."
Jaune's team and and their friends had already had breakfast and cleaned up the table. Ruby was reading a comic on the couch while Nora sat in front of her to write in her notebook. Yang was playing a video game on her scroll at the table, while Blake watched over her shoulder. In the kitchen, Ren was preparing for lunch, with Weiss as his assistant. He must have said, "Mornin'," a hundred times before reaching into the cupboard and grabbing a package of toaster pastries.
He sat at the table, and everyone gabbed around him. A cacophony of different conversations happening all at once. He managed to eat through half of his breakfast before deciding he was done. He returned to the kitchen, where he packaged it into a sandwich bag for later. On his way back to his room, he saw it was his turn to patrol tonight. He sighed and made his way back up.
"Hey, Jaune." He stopped midway and saw Yang standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay?"
He wasn't. Everything ached, and he felt like it was all his fault. Her arm, the Fall, Pyrrha's death, and the increase of Grimm activity around them all since. It might have been selfish of him just to put all the blame on his shoulders like this, but if anyone deserved the blame right now, it was him. But then his friends would worry, and they would pity him, like they always did before. "I'm fine."
He retreated upstairs before Yang could follow-up, leaving them all for the rest of the day. Yang sighed and turned back to her friends. They all stopped what they were doing and had their eyes on Yang and the stairs.
"I tried." Yang shrugged. "I really did."
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Nora asked. "Jaune's usually a sad guy sometimes, I know, but he's been a lot mopier lately."
"He might still be adjusting to the change of scenery." Ren offered, peeking out of the kitchen. "He's been through a lot, with not a lot of time to really heal from it."
"So he's healing?" Ruby asked.
"No, he's not." Yang sighed. "He's... Well, he's not hurting, but he's not healing either. It's like when I lost my arm. I had a lot on my mind, and not a lot to do about it."
"He knows we're here to help him, right?" Weiss asked. "Like we've always been?"
"He knows we're here," Blake said, "but he doesn't know if we can help him. Jaune probably feels like if there's a problem with him, only he can fix it."
"But he's not fixing it, is he?" Ruby asked.
Yang shook her head. "Best he's doing, Ruby, is putting it off until later."
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Jaune patrolled through the street for what felt like the millionth time that night. He checked his scroll, and only two hours had passed since he began. The street-lights blared blindingly over his head as lights in homes came on for dinner. He had his early to compensate for missing it later.
Nothing happened in this town, and he was grateful for it. Better peace and quiet than chaos and screaming. He sighed at that with a smile as he soldiered on. Time to start his million and first patrol around these streets.
Everything was calm and eerie until the gentle silence was broken a few hours later. He heard a rustling from a bush and moved closer to investigate, hand on his sword. A child fell through, wearing a blue shirt and cargo shorts. Not long after, a boy fell on top of him, wearing a red shirt.
"What are you kids doing out here?" Jaune asked, removing his hand from his sword, only to ball it into a fist. He should have started with, 'Are you okay?', and be more sympathetic.
"We were playing out in the woods, but we lost track of time." The red boy said. "We were just getting home now."
"Are there any more of you in there?"
"Nuh-uh." The blue one answered. "Midoriya should be at home by now."
"Mm." Jaune nodded. "And what are your names?"
"I'm Rotfeld," the boy in red answered, "and this is Azulan. We were playing outside the barrier when we saw red eyes in the darkness."
"Well, you're all very lucky to have made it, but you better go home fast. I need to report this."
"We will!" The blue dragged the red as they fled from Jaune. "Thank you, Mister Huntsman!"
Jaune smiled at that. It felt good to to be treated with respect like that. His thoughts then turned sour as he realized his mistake of not asking to escort them home. He was such a worthless huntsman, not even able to follow the simplest rules. Why was he so dumb? So stupid?! So worthless?!
After a deep breath, he checked his scroll, noticing he missed a call. Opening it, he answered. "Jaune."
"Hey, it's Yang." The blonde on the other side spoke. "We just got a call about a missing kid. Can you look into it?"
"I just ran into some kids, and they should all be at home by now." Jaune replied. "They were a boy in a red shirt, and a blue shirt."
"What about green?" Yang asked. "The parents said their son was wearing a green shirt today."
"When did they call about this?" Jaune asked, his blood running cold.
"A few minutes ago." Yang answered. "Their son's name is-"
"Midoriya." Jaune looked to where the boys came from.
"Yeah, but how did you-"
"Yang, go to every house and make sure everyone is at home. I need you to pull secondary for now."
"Uh, sure, but why?"
"Because I need to investigate outside town right now. Midoriya could be in trouble out in the woods."
"Alright." Yang nodded. "Need any backup?"
Jaune looked around where he was. He saw house with a flickering streetlamp and an anti-White Fang sign. He nodded.
"Give me an hour." Jaune replied. "If I don't answer, I went out from by the house with the flickering streetlamp and an anti-White Fang sign out front."
"Got it. And Jaune?" He looked to her. "Be safe." He nodded, and pushed through the bushes. On the other side, he found a hole in the fence that led out to the woods.
"Alright, Jaune." He breathed to himself. "Time to be a hero."
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Midoriya shivered under the old, fallen tree he took shelter in. He got into an argument with Rot and Azu, but what it was about, he couldn't remember. Just like he couldn't remember the way home, since Rot led them all out here. Everything was trees and shadows. Countless pairs of golden eyes peered through the darkness, making him feel weak and vulnerable.
A crack in the darkness hitched his breath. He covered his mouth and hid against the tree. Fiery red eyes hovered off in the distance, ringing around a shadowy form that patrolled the night enshrouded forest. It vanished behind a tree, and Midoriya breathed easier.
He wanted to go home. He wanted his mom, and his dad, and his friends. He was sorry for trying to play the hero with his friends when it was Azu's turn. He was sorry for arguing with Rot because he was being unfair. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home! "I wanna go home!"
Wood creaked as the log above him was lifted, snapped, and tossed aside under the baleful glow of red light. Above him, shadows lengthened into tentacles from around it's gnashing teeth.
Midoriya screamed and ran as far as he could from the monster, but he was tripped up as it grabbed his ankle and pulled it towards him. He dug his fingers into the ground, screaming "No! No! No! Help! Please, help me! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
A horrible screech came from where the monster was and Midoriya felt himself lifted into the air, then set down on his feet. He blinked through his tears and saw a shining light on the belt of a hero.
"Are you okay?" The hero asked. "Can you move?"
"Uh-huh!" Midoriya answered.
"Good." He nodded, sheathing his sword and crouching. "I'm gonna get you home, okay?"
"Okay." He then picked Midoriya up, and ran, holding the boy close to him. Midoriya had never seen a huntsman so close before. He moved faster than anything he ever saw, and took tree branches to the face without wincing once. Midoriya was looking at a true hero.
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Jaune Arc was a true idiot. He ran into the dark woods, alone. He wandered around because he forgot to ask questions to those kids. He only found the boy just as he was in danger, only just now turning on the flashlight. He turned his back on the monster to ensure the boy was safe- actually, no. That was actually the better move. But running blindly through the forest and hitting every tree branch on the way? Pure idiocy.
He made it to the hole, and set the boy down. The creature was somewhere out there, hunting him. If it followed the tree branches, it would be right on him. As he helped the boy through, he asked, "Is there anything weird about this Grimm?"
"Um, well, it has red eyes, and black skin," as all Grimm do, but Jaune was patient, "and tentacles around teeth," okay, getting closer, "and I think it can teleport."
"Teleport?" Jaune asked. "Like in the comics?"
"Uh-huh." Midoriya nodded. "I saw it from far away, but then it disappeared behind a tree. All of a sudden, it was right on top of me!"
"Okay, I think I got it." Jaune nodded. "Run straight home and tell your mom. If you see a pretty lady with blonde hair and a leather jacket, she'll help you. Also, can you tell her 'time's up' for me?"
"S-Sure." The boy crawled through the hole, and Jaune was left alone in the dark. Again.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. As he walked forward, the only sounds he heard was the soft crunch under his feet, and the low screech of his sword leaving his shield. He stopped for a moment and listened.
Nothing. Not a hoot, nor a scratch, nor a click. The forest was silent, as though waiting with baited breath for the next move between Jaune and this Grimm. He opened his eyes, and saw only moonlight filtered through the trees. For a moment, he felt fear creep into his heart.
Red eyes blazed through the umbran shroud, and Jaune stalked forward to face his mysterious foe. He made certain he was heard, making his presence known to the tentacled abomination before him. The red fires were extinguished, and Jaune was alone in the darkness once more. Huntsman became hunted once again.
Turning on his heel, he thrust his blade forward, finding purchase in the shrieking mass of shadows and tentacles, the latter finding purchase in his legs. Jaune felt so stupid for letting his guard down like this, and felt the pain as his ramifications as it's teeth, flat and human-like at they were, chopped into his aura, flaring pain throughout his body. His sword stuck in the beast's body, all that was left was his shield.
He stretched his arm out and placed it into the mouth of the monster. Teeth slammed together, only to crack at the suddenly sturdy piece of metal wedged between. His leg freed once more, Jaune found solid ground and was able to reclaim his sword. Holding his sword tightly in his fist, he crouched below and began to stab with wild abandon above, as screeching red eyes bled black ash and smoke onto the huntsman.
Jaune didn't stop as the beast fell before him. He continued to stab, and piece, and cut, and slice until he was cutting soiled ground. Panting, he looked up to see Yang leaning against the tree.
"You good?" She asked.
"I'm..." Jaune began, but after this night of self-loathing, and a constant mistakes, and pain, and anger, and fear, he thought better. "I've been better."
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poisonouswritings · 2 years
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Smooches :(
I'm going to assume this is a request about the Last Legacy M4 since that's what I write the most of. Mayhaps this is your way of saying you want a smooch, in which case I say 'same'. But I'm not actually sure. So while I appreciate you thinking I'm smart enough to get this, I am actually Very Very Stupid and taking a swing in the dark here. Hope you enjoy!
GN!reader, fluffy fluff
Felix
I think Felix is a very big fan of casual smooches. He's been studying or working on experiments for nine hours straight and you just swoop in out of nowhere to kiss his cheek. Instant Dopamine Boost. Instant energy.
In as much as I like to joke about Felix being Easily Flustered, he's also the only Starswon (Rime notwithstanding) that's been in a canon long-term relationship. He's definitely get a lil embarrassed hehe blushy blushy man but he keeps his composure fairly well. Sometimes makes a little noise, sometimes shrinks up a little bit, the tips of his ears turn pink. But he'll look at you and pout and ask if That's All He's Getting™
If you sit with him while he's reading, I think he smooches you a lot. Doesn't even pull his eyes away from the page, just kinda leans over and kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, whatever's close enough. He's Focused™ but he still wants to worship you a lil
When he's not distracted by studies, he's a bit more flustered but he still gives you a lot of little kisses and smooches and pecks
I think especially when something reminds him of Rime. I feel like we don't talk enough about Protective!Felix being afraid of losing MC. So anyways when something makes him think of Rime, it kinda automatically makes him think about how Rime died, and that stresses him. Even if it was Unavoidable, he still worries about that happening to you. So he'll randomly pepper your cheeks and lips with little kisses and hold your hand. Kisses the back of your hand too.
I feel like all of Felix is very soft,, includes his lips,,,, do with that info what you will,,,,,,
He do Big Spell. Head Hurty. When he tries to sleep, smooch his temple. Makes him feel better.
Anisa
Heheh...ehehehe.....cat wife kisses
Gods i miss her
I feel like she loves all types of smooches, but especially sneaky ones! She's spent such a long time following the rules and being The Model Citizen™ that she likes the thrill of it. She's also incredibly proud to be your Knight In Shining Armor!! And as long as you guys aren't doing anything too dirty she doesn't care who sees a bit of PDA.
I think she'd like being kissed on her hands/wrists, tip of her nose, and collarbone. If you wanna be cute and kiss her chest where your heart is, she'll be super flustered but like it (as long as you guys aren't in public at that point).
Her favorite places to smooch you would probably be,,, your forehead (she uses her hands to smoosh your cheeks a lil whenever she kisses your forehead) and the spot below your ear. Maybe nips at your earlobe a little bit when she's feeling flirty but probably not in public
I feel like she hugs you from behind a lot!! Possibly sneaks up on you to give you surprise kisses.
She comes home after a long day of work,, she's so tired,,, help her pull her armor off,,,, give her a lil kiss on the shoulder,,,,,, she melts,,,,,,,,, and when she has nights when the memories are too much for her to deal with and she can't sleep, cuddle her. In between stories and jokes and dreams you two shares, smooch her hand/wrist. Makes her very calm.
I think if you guys are laying around and just kinda relaxing and you suddenly start kissing her, she would purr a little. I don't even know if half-ilephtas can purr, but damnit, she does.
Sage
I was gonna say that I hc that the only source of wholesome smooches Sage ever had before you was probably like, when he and Tulsi were younger and say she was afraid of a thunder storm he would probably kiss the top of her head or whatever (which is something my older sister still does to me a lot when I'm upset) but after That Post from the Insta I feel like that'd be inappropriate,,, which is really shitty because siblings should be allowed to show affection for each other without people being freaks about it,,,,,
But anyways
I think Sage is used to making out and whatever, but soft lil smooches??? Foreign concept.
The first time you smooch his cheek out of nowhere he just bluescreens. He's dead. Gone. Vanished. Slain. He tries to be flirty to hide his embarrassment but you give him this wholesome little smile and he just puts his head down because he needs a second
He's a bit of an attention whore so once you start he doesn't want you to stop. If you're busy studying he 10,000% does the lil headbutt thing.
Definitely likes kissing your hands and nibbling on your fingers a lil but also your forehead, the top of your head, and the crook of your neck because he's trying to hide his face a lil cause he's blushing
Ooh big strong cat man blushing like a tomato because he's being sweet on his loving partner
I also think Biting Is A Love Language! You will get nibbled on often!! Obviously when he's flirty he's messing with you that way but even when he's just being a blushing dork, he gives you a lil love bite. Though I have a thing for marking so porhaps I'm projecting but I'm sure you don't mind
Loves it when you kiss his head/ears, his cheeks, probably his chest too. And if you kiss his scars? Especially while mumbling a bit of praise about how big and strong he is? He simply Ceases To Exist.
Purrs a lot. Is grumpy about it. If you tell him you like his purring then he isn't grumbly but he's still flustered. And going from intense making out to soft little smooches? He's putty in your hands.
Rime
The least visibly affected but probably the most internally screaming. During/after his redemption he feels a lot of guilt for the stuff he's done and, therefore, like he doesn't deserve anything so soft and sweet and loving. In fact the first time you lean in to smooch him he probably jumps a lil cause he wasn't expecting it.
But when you do manage to plant one on him? He does this slow blink and then smirks at you. Makes a catty comment about, gee MC, if you want him so bad you can just say so. But his ears give this little flick and he can't quite look you in the eye and You Know You Got Him
Did you guys knows that deers tails swish around when they're content? You nuzzle up against him and smooch the side of his neck and his tail does a little dance.
Yes I know that horns are keratin and therefore not really sensitive but I think if you kiss at the base of his horns he'll get flustered. Mostly because it's an intimate spot. You might have to gently hold him in place so he doesn't accidentally whack you with his horns or whatever. Otherwise he likes when you smooch his palms or nose.
For some reason I feel like he'd kiss your chest a lot, like where your heart is. Maybe as a lil apology for trying to kill you several times. Always very soft and delicate about it, like he's not entirely sure if he's allowed to do it. Encourage him and he'll calm down, but it takes time.
He has ice magic so I feel like his skin is always cold. Offer to heat him up and he rolls his eyes but his cheeks do get warm. So you've already kinda made progress. Yay you!
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virtualbunny · 1 year
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our boys reactions to when they wanna smash but theres no condoms left??? 😩
My dumbass forgot that condoms existed in the '40s so I was like "wait a minute? 🤔" lol
Miller's squad: they notice that there's no condoms left
⚠ NSFW ⚠ no pronouce or mention of gender
John Miller: honestly if there are none he'll either post pone the sex or make a quick trip to the store. Kinda boring but it is what it is, I can't see him freaking out over it unless he was a teen doing the deed for the first time lol.
Mike Horvath: silently swears. The whole condom thinking would lowkey turn him off so for the time being (when he gets the energy to go to the store heh) you two are gonna have to settle for cuddling, which is nice also in its own way.
Daniel Jackson: won't admit it if you bring it up yourself but he's probably into breeding (don't come for me for that💀) and the whole thinking of that turns him on even more so maaaybe he'll try to hint it but if you don't want to do it with out protection he won't pressure you. OR he'll just settle to ONLY pleasuring you if you know what I mean *wink* *wink*.
Richard Reiben: to turn the mood around from the moody atmosphere of having no condoms he'll ask you to try mutual masturbation, it's not fully sex but it's something at least. Or, again, he's definitely into breeding (again, don't come for me pls🤭). But he's not like Jackson aka discreet with what he thinks and wants so he'll just ask you if you'd want to try. Of course he won't pressure you if you don't want.
Irwin Wade: doesn't make that big of a deal of it, if they're out then they're out. Of course it's a bit of a turn off but he doesn't want to "ruin" the moment so he just goes down on you to distract you or if you're asking why he's rough (in a good way) he'll shut you up by kissing you. If you're asleep after or in the shower he'll sprint to the nearest store that has them.
Stanley Mellish: tries to make a joke like "oh no, the rubbers gone missing" to uplift the mood but if that doesn't work you two would just have to either just watch a movie and cuddle or try positions where condoms aren't as required like 69 or something.
Timothy Upham: his mind goes blank and his face starts going red, tbh, he's a bit afraid to tell you that they're out 'cause he thinks you'll get mad at him, which you hopefully won't. Anyways. You come up with the brilliant idea of doing stuff (like I said before) that doesn't require condoms and that idea makes him shy but it also turns him on. So, he agrees to it.
Adrian Caparzo: let's out a sigh, he's was being all romantic but in the end it turns out the condoms are out. Like Miller he'll probably post pone it for an hour and takes you out for a little walk and picks up a couple of packs on the way home. Plot twist though, you two couldn't wait so you go to the nearest empty restroom and do it there (with condoms of course).
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pugwitharug · 2 years
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M3 Playing Minecraft
idk if anyone else has done this yet but I was just playing Minecraft so you all get to suffer, GN reader, also yes you're dating someone because Minecraft is better with a Player 2
☠️Felix Escellun☠️
Months after the main story has ended and the LOS is gone and you've decided you want to stay in Astraea, Felix is committed to helping you find a way to reconnect with Earth. Through a mix of experimenting, nearly dying multiple times, and a pinch of fairy dust, you manage to open a wifi connection to Earth! It's probably through a tiny portal that you have to put in a weird mechanism to keep it going without making Felix pass out, but you spend the next five days on your bed scrolling through everything you've missed
One night you're tired of looking at social media and decide to relax with some Minecraft. You boot it up on your phone and Felix watches out the corner of his eye while reading as you tilt your phone screen. He asks what you're doing and you say you're playing a game, and that he's welcome to watch
At first he declines the invitation, a faint blush on his cheeks, but he can't help but be drawn to it as you hop around, make a house, mine some stone. Of course he's not that subtle about it and you quickly teach him how to play, save your world, open a new one, and hand your phone to him. Once again he declines, but with your slightest push he'll take the phone and start tapping away. Next thing you know, he's hooked and you're not getting it back
Or it's a Modern!AU and you bought it for him for Christmas lol
I feel like, he'd really...like the Nether. Idk why, maybe it's because it's a form of Hell or something like that, or if he just likes Pigstep
He's complaining about villagers and their prices. He keeps asking you if there's a way to negotiate and you keep telling him there isn't. You hear him mumbling to himself about how "these people don't know the real worth of emeralds..."
You know, he'd probably like the mansions in the dark forests. Says it reminds him of Blackthorn, without all the familial trauma
He doesn't wanna work to make a house so he just finds a village or mansion and takes it over lol
I think he prefers creative mode. He wants to get whatever he wants without having to do all the hard work. Plus flying is fun
He'd also LOVE the new cave systems. He could explore a cave system for hours on end. He just sets it to creative, chugs a shit ton of night vision potions, and he's off. You don't see him again for many Minecraft days
He's going through to The End but not to fight the Ender Dragon. He'll do it, but only because that'll get him to the End Cities. He eats that up like groceries
He's also summoning the Wither. You can't stop him
He screams at creepers suddenly appearing at your door. It's hilarious to everyone but him
Please hold him while he plays. Snuggle with him, kiss the top of his head when he kills a monster. His cheeks flush and he makes that adorable little squeak
He'll get you a bunch of the black flowers you get from the Wither (I think?) and puts them in clay pots all around your shared home. He'll also want your help in fighting the monsters in the mansion so you two can take it for yourself and make it your own
⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️
If you're not doing a Modern!AU let's just assume Felix makes a portal and you get to take the mechanism home with you and you live in connected bliss with your SO
You somehow manage to find a space to put the mechanism in the corner of your shared room and definitely take advantage of your new connection with Earth
Anisa of course wants to know about all your cool Earth things. What a Twitter? How do they put birds into your shiny screen thing--oh right it's called a phone. Why do you want to craft mines? How would you even manage to do that?
She all but jumps for joy when you offer to teach her how to play. She wants to know how everything works now, but you encourage her to just keep to the basics and learn everything as she goes
You see her pupils dilate the first time she sees/hears a sheep. She asks if all Earth sheep have their eyes like that. She's a little sad when you say not exactly cuz she thinks they're adorable
She defends villages against raids. It takes some getting used to but she knows her way around a sword
Caves? Caves. They all love caves I'm just gonna say that cuz the caves are dope as hell
Definitely loves to adventure! She creates maps and hangs them up in her Minecraft house, trying to map out the infinite world
Speaking of house, she'd probably just stick to wood and stone. Nothing super fancy, just something to get the job done. She unfortunately doesn't have the time to play Minecraft all day
She makes a jukebox and runs into the jungle to find a bird and vibe with it. It helps calm her down
She tames a cat (after like an hour cuz they're slippery) and names it after you
She also decorates your shared house in all your favorite things. Favorite flowers, favorite paintings, favorite carpet
Please I love her, my wifey
🐱Sage Lesath🐱
Like Felix, he denies being interested in the game, but you know he is. Really he thinks he's being subtle but you can see him staring
He won't admit it but he's jealous that you're paying more attention to your phone thingamajig than him. He headbutts your shoulder until you pet him
His chin resting on your shoulder, he watches you play for a while. He'll tap the screen to mess with you but stop if you tell him to. He also asks what you're doing a lot, like what is that animal and why do the swords look like that and hey that enchanted sword is Zenith, but wouldn't you rather have a different sword in your hands? ;)
Eventually you just ask him if he wants to play. He laughs it off at first, but when he sees you're actually being serious he quiets down. He asks if you're sure, he doesn't wanna mess up your world or your phone
Please pat his head and tell him it's alright
He plays on your world for a while to get used to it, then he makes his own world
He likes climbing the mountains, trying to find his own way up without adding any blocks. He likes the challenge
I think he'd also like flying. Once he gets the elytra he'd climb the mountains to fly around as well. Crash lands in so many trees
Dirt tower to find out where the hell he is cuz he refuses to use a map
He also just puts a crafting table, furnace, chest, and bed in a cave close to the ground and calls it home. He's not creative enough to make a nice house
That being said he'll immediately move into your house if you make one in the same world. Kitty cat wants to be close to you
He'd be the miner supreme. Great at not dying by fall damage, stockpiles ores like no other, ten iron and diamond pickaxes in his inventory for every case. He'll spend hours in the caves and in the deep dark (if it's out yet idk I haven't found it)
You tame cat after cat in order to find a white one and name it Sage. You swear you see a little tear in your boyfriend's eyes
He used to just wanna destroy everything like a griefer (haha get it cuz he used to be a Griefer hahahahahahahahahaha) but now he wants to explore the infinite world with you. Find temples and monuments, harvest amethyst, get lost in mineshafts. Anything, as long as it's with you
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