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mynahx3 · 2 months

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CAN I REQUEST SOME HEADCANNONS OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT OF CHOSO, NANAMI, AND GOJO HELPING THE READER GET THROUGH A BREAKUP

LMAO It's finally here! This took me way longer than needed. So sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy! Made HC and a lil fic with Choso, Nanami, and Gojo

Choso

Def think Choso would be standoffish at first but would be a good friend once he gets closer, someone you could talk to about things easily.

Wouldn’t know how to talk to you or what to do when you were upset but he would be genuine.

Choso might not be vocal but he would notice how distant you acted the last couple of weeks, not as open, more closed off now.

He wouldn’t know how to approach you right away but he would definitely be one of the first people to notice.

Begins to slyly ask people around what's wrong, ending up asking Yuji who tells him what happened.

Immediately goes to your place, even if it’s dark

Choso knocked on your door urgently with panting breath; he had run from Jujutsu Tech, and it was now almost midnight. He became anxious once he realized the time; he was afraid you might be asleep and had rushed over without a second thought. His heart beats loudly in his chest, waiting for you to answer the door. Thoughts raced through his mind, wondering what excuse he could give for showing up at your door late at night without warning.

After hearing that you had found your boyfriend cheating on you with a close friend and then dumped you, he rushed over. Anger filled him at the thought of someone hurting you like this. You showered your ex-boyfriend with love and acceptance, yet he never reciprocated. Offering excuse after excuse for that man to improve his treatment of you.

One day, while you were venting on a phone call about your toxic ex, Yuuji overheard and informed Choso about the breakup. His brother grew close to you as you helped mentor him by overseeing the missions of first-year students at times.

Having grown close to you over time, Choso had heard some of your complaints about him firsthand. He had his own thoughts on your relationship but remained quiet out of respect for you.

Over the course of knowing you, Choso has grown to admire you. Your strength as a sorcerer and your unwavering kindness towards others had captured his heart. He knew he couldn't stand the thought of you suffering alone. These feelings confused him in the beginning; he had only felt this love for his brothers to that extent. You weren't family, and yet he felt drawn to protect you. When he talked to his little brother about his feelings—wanting to hold you from the world, wanting to be there for you closer—his brother simply smiled, telling him it sounded like he had a crush.

At this realization, Choso began to understand that his feelings for you went beyond mere admiration and protection. He was falling in love with you, and it both thrilled and terrified him. Your relationship did deter him from confessing, but he couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for you. Choso knew he needed to confront his feelings and decide whether to take the risk of revealing them to you.

Coming back to reality, he saw your lights turned on inside. Taking a deep breath, he waited for you to open the door.

You peeked out with sleepy eyes and messy hair, dressed in a faded shirt and sweatpants, giving him a confused look. To him, you were absolutely adorable. The redness in your eyes and the faint traces of tears on your cheeks caught his attention before his mind could process your appearance.

"Choso, why are you here?" Your voice was raspy, and your lips were slightly cracked and dry. It looked like you had been crying a bit and had just woken up.

"I-I" He stammered, unable to find an excuse as his voice stuck in his throat, and his dark eyes avoided contact in his nervousness. "I heard what happened; I wanted to check on you."

You visibly looked shocked. Feeling a wave of mixed emotions crashing over you, caught off guard by his unexpected gesture of concern. As he shifted uncomfortably, the gravity of the moment settled heavily on both of you.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding," he added softly, hoping to convey his genuine concern for you.

"No, I appreciate it, Cho." You smiled, trying to reassure him, grateful for his presence during a difficult time. You stepped to the side to let him in. The chill of the night air crept into your apartment. "Get in here; it's cold out."

His eyes softened at your response, a flicker of relief crossing his face before he nodded in understanding. Walking in, he took his shoes off, slipping into the guest slippers you offered.

After multiple invitations, this was his first visit to your residence; it fit you. The place appeared worn-out and cozy, with small trinkets strewn about. Your personality showed in your decoration choice, making him feel more at ease. In a hurry, you clean the kitchen counter that was cluttered with dishes from your dinner earlier.

"Sorry about the mess," you apologized, feeling a bit embarrassed. You hadn't been keeping up with your cleaning as of late due to your lack of energy and busy schedule. He waved it off with a smile, appreciating your hospitality regardless of the state of your home.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one that came out of nowhere."

Moving to your living room, you both sit in an awkward silence on the couch, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambiance. The tension slowly dissipates as you relax in each other's company as the conversation flows naturally with him.

"I know this is sudden." He starts getting to the reason for his unexpected visit, fiddling with his hands. "I heard what happened and was worried about you."

You sat close to him, still smiling, as you tried to convince him you were fine. Choso felt his heart race more. This was the closest he's ever been to you alone. It felt different than being at the school—a good different.

"I'm not familiar with human relations, but… I could tell you were not yourself lately." Choso's words are hesitant, but his concern is genuine. You appreciate his honesty and the effort he's making to connect with you on a personal level. You nodded to him, laughing a little at his awkwardness.

"I guess I've been out of it. I appreciate you checking in on me," you reply, feeling grateful for his presence. Choso smiles softly, relieved that he was able to express his concern for you.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew that I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to."

"Coming in the middle of the night was… sudden, but it means a lot to me." You say it with a laugh at his unexpected visit. "Talking would be nice, actually. Want some snacks first?"

Choso nods, eager to continue the conversation over some snacks. You both head to the kitchen, grateful for the opportunity to bond and share a moment of connection.

Hours slipped by unnoticed as you engaged in a heartfelt conversation with Choso, delving deep into your thoughts and emotions over steaming mugs of tea and a plate of cookies. With each word shared, a sense of relief washed over you, lightening the burden on your shoulders. Choso listens attentively as you speak, his eyes empathetic. You vented about how your ex-boyfriend dismissed your concerns and belittled your feelings, brushing off the warning signs you desperately tried to address. You hesitated to speak up further, fearing that your ex would accuse you of being a jealous partner.

"I just wish I didn't let him walk all over me like that." You sniffle, wiping your eyes. Choso reaches out and places a comforting hand on yours, offering a reassuring smile.

"You possess a strength within you that shines even in moments of vulnerability," he says softly, his words a gentle balm to your wounded spirit, offering the support and understanding you craved.

"Pfft, yeah, right." You laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "I was so stupid. I thought he'd change or realize how much he was hurting me, but nothing I did was good enough."

Firmly, he takes both of your hands, capturing your attention.

"Do not say that about yourself. He was the one who hurt you after everything you had done for him. It was his fault; not yours. You deserve more than that dick who betrayed your trust. You are incredible; he didn't see it."

His words took you by surprise; he wasn't one to swear much or get so passionate without reason, usually remaining quiet. Squeezing his hands back, you smiled at him, feeling a warmth in your chest at his unexpected outburst of support.

"Thank you," you whispered, grateful for his words and the comfort they brought.

"You possess a strength beyond measure," he said softly, his eyes brimming with sincerity. With a gentle touch, he brushed away your tears, cradling your face tenderly. "You deserve far more than the way he mistreated you. You deserve to be cherished and valued for the amazing person you are."

"It's odd, but… I feel relieved after all this. It felt like our relationship was over months ago. I just didn't have the guts to end it myself." You sigh, leaning into his hand that cupped your face, as you contemplate the newfound clarity in your heart. It was a bittersweet realization.

Choso nodded, his movements slow and deliberate, scooting closer to you on the couch. "I'm glad you feel that way."

Looking at him, time seemed to slow, his eyes looking between your lips and back up looking into your eyes. The two of you slowly lean closer, unspoken words hanging in the air between you.

“I just… I care about you.” He said, his voice almost a whisper, as he got lost in you. Taking in your beauty this close was amazing to him. “A lot, actually.”

You lean in closer to him, putting a finger on his lips to stop his stammering. His cheeks tinted a light pink from your proximity. You had a hunch that he had some feelings for you. You, yourself, had felt a blooming attraction to him but tried to push it down because your boyfriend, now ex. Choso, was always attentive to you on missions, keeping you safe, and making sure you were okay. With nothing else holding you back, you decided to take a plunge.

“You care about me?” You ask, a teasing tone to your voice. Thumb tracing his bottom lips in thought at your next actions. ”Want to show me how much?”

Without hesitation, he breaks the distance between you both. As your lips finally met, you could tell he was inexperienced. His hands didn’t know where to go, almost scrambling before settling on your waist. Your hands went into his hair, tangling in his black, soft locks as you guided him in the kiss, teaching him with each movement. The initial awkwardness melted away as he began to respond, his lips moving in sync with yours, a silent promise of learning and growing together.

The kiss started tentatively, with a soft and gentle meeting of lips that conveyed innocence and curiosity. In that moment of shared vulnerability, you both embarked on a journey of exploration and intimacy, marking the start of a new and thrilling chapter in your relationship.

As the kiss breaks, your foreheads rest together, smiles playing on your lips at the sweetness of the moment. Choso's face was a bright red in the realization that it was his first kiss; he couldn't be happier that it was with you.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he whispers, his deep voice filled with emotion, caressing your face.

"Please, do it again," you say, your voice filled with longing and anticipation.

Choso leans in for another kiss, this time more confident and passionate, as if he had been waiting for your request. The second kiss lingers longer, the depth of his emotions evident in the tender caress of his lips against yours. After breaking the kiss again, you laugh and hug each other tightly. This moment marks the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship, a chapter filled with promise and affection.

Nanami

You two have known each other since highschool but lost touch after graduating.

Reunited with you in your 20s, you were still a sorcerer.

Never liked your ex when you brought him around to hangouts after work.

Noticed how you were always dismissed when talking or flat out ignored by him. .

Sees that you’re depressed after your BF of 3 years broke up with you suddenly only to get with someone shortly after.

Wouldn’t confess his feelings right away so you could focus on healing yourself first

Show his support through acts of service but never out right calling you out on your different mood.

Had feelings for you for a long time but didn’t act on them due to the both of you being sorcerers

Nanami walked alongside you, occasionally glancing sideways, his heart fluttering with each step. Tonight, he decided to finally confess to you after years of yearning for you.

He never acted on his emotions before due to the history of your old relationship. The breakup was a nasty one that left you feeling hurt and broken. Your ex left you suddenly with no real reason after almost three years together. Shortly after, he was seen with another woman, leaving you feeling betrayed and devastated.

It had been almost a year since then, in which he remained by your side as a friend. He ensured your well-being and helped gradually rebuild you into a healthier you.

For months, Nanami quietly supported you in your weakest moments.

Checking in on you frequently, as well as walking you home almost every day, became part of his routine. You barely ate after the breakup, which led to significant weight loss. Because he cared about you, he frequently prepared or offered to buy you lunch. Your energy and color made their way back as you slowly started to heal, and he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer, especially due to recent events.

Just a few days ago, you had gone on a mission, one that risked your life greatly. With luck by your side, you made it to Shoko in time, getting healed like nothing had occurred. Despite the pain of the past, Nanami couldn't ignore his feelings any longer and knew he had to take a chance on confessing his love to you. The fear of losing you was too great to keep silent any longer.

Gaining courage, he broke the comfortable silence between the two of you. The streets of Tokyo were quiet this time of night, creating a serene atmosphere.

"You know, you scared me the other day." He stated this, looking at you. His warm brown eyes could be seen because he was not wearing normal sunglasses.

You wince at him, shaking your head at the mention of it, looking up towards him.

Nanami had rushed to the infirmary when he heard the news, grateful to find you laughing in bed with Shoko by your side. You were fine, with the exception of a few scratches, one of which was still on your cheek and was covered with a bandage now.

"Yeah, I was scared for a second too." You admit rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile on your lips. "Things got a little crazy, but I managed to get out."

"I'm glad you're okay," he says, his eyes reflecting genuine concern and a small smile playing on his lips. "Next time, be more careful, please."

A frog felt like it had settled in his throat, making it hard to speak. He wasn't one to normally let his feelings get the better of him, but in this moment, he felt like a teenager all over again. Before he could speak, you broke the silence.

"Thank you, Nanami. I appreciate you checking in on me; you didn't have to." You say this, nudging him playfully with your shoulder as you walk.

As you both passed a nearby ramen shop, it served as a reminder to him that you were almost at your apartment. He needed to act fast before he lost his nerve.

"Regardless. Who would I be if I didn't come check on you? I care about you." His tone was gentle as he asked, a departure from his usual stoic demeanor.

You smiled at his words, feeling grateful for his presence in your life.

Nanami remained by your side, forcing you to work out with him and helping clean your apartment when you were at your worst. He was always there for you, even when you didn't ask. His actions spoke volumes about the depth of his care and concern for you.

Slowly, you felt your feelings for him begin to shift from gratitude to something deeper, something that made your heart flutter whenever he was near. It was a realization that maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship than just friendship. Apart from that, you were too scared to admit it, afraid of ruining the friendship you cherished so much. Deciding to bury your feelings deep down instead.

As you approached your apartment building, you felt disheartened. Your time with him was going to come to an end soon.

"Well, I'll make sure to cook you a nice meal to thank you for being such a good friend," you said with a grin, already planning your way of showing appreciation.

You experimented with different foods and cooked often, making it a new pastime of yours. You discovered your passion for baking through this endeavor, so you surprised him with his favorite bread when you felt he was feeling down or worn out. It was your way of reciprocating the kindness he always showed you.

He chuckled, the sound making your heart flutter as you both walked up the steps to your building, filled with joy. Shaking his head at that, he said, "You don't have to. It was more so for my heart than anything. Scare me again like that, and I might not recover."

Your hearty laugh fills the air as you reach the top of the steps, grateful for his presence in your life.

"You'd be fine without me."

"I highly doubt that," he replied, flashing you a warm smile.

As you were caught in his eyes, your hand rested on the door handle, delaying your entry into the apartment lobby.

"Thank you for always being there for me," you tell him as you watch him step closer to you, holding your breath in anticipation.

"No need to thank me. I'll always be here for you."

You both locked in for a split second as you stood there. Neither of the two wanted to be apart from the other just yet. Taking a chance, Nanami made a brave move and approached you. He held your hand, asking you to stay for a moment. Words escape you as you nod, letting him talk.

Nanami looked nervous, something you've never seen before, as he contemplated what to say. The air is electric in your shared silence, both of you feeling the weight of unspoken words hanging between you. Finally, Nanami broke the silence with a heartfelt confession that left you speechless.

"I've come to realize I have feelings for you that go beyond friendship." He declared. "Would you do me the honor of letting me take you out on a date? Friday, at 7 p.m., I'll pick you up for dinner. What do you say?"

As your heart raced with anticipation, you eagerly nodded, a wide smile lighting up your face. His face relaxed, and he was clearly relieved that you accepted his invitation for a date. Smiling with you, he let his emotions take hold.

He cupped your face, your lips connecting in a soft, tender kiss that left you breathless. The world around you seemed to fade away as you both embraced one another. You gladly returned the affection that the two of you had lost in the moment of a long-awaited kiss. Your lips locked together passionately, his hold tight as if he never wanted to let you go. He kissed you in a way that left you wanting more, his lips expertly moving against yours with a sense of longing and passion.

Just as your lungs burned for air, he broke the kiss, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at your flushed face. Both of your lips are slightly pink and puffy from the intense kiss. His hands still cupped your face as he gazed at you with nothing but love in his eyes. His thumb rubbed on the bandage on your cheek, and his brows furrowed in concern.

"I apologize for the suddenness. I honestly believed I had lost you." He admitted it with a tenderness meant for you alone while gazing into your eyes. "I don't think... Should you disappear, I'm not sure what I would do. My world would fall apart, I fear."

His heartfelt words filled your heart with warmth and comfort. You tried to speak, but the weight of his confession in combination with the kiss left you speechless, with no words escaping your lips. Heat went to your face as your mind processed everything. You reached out and gently placed your hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. In that moment, you knew that his feelings were genuine and that you meant more to him than you had ever realized.

"You have me, and I'm not going anywhere. Not without a fight."

His eyes softened at your reassurance, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Looking down, he wanted to kiss you once more.

"I don’t doubt about that, sweetheart.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, you felt a sense of security and love envelope you, knowing that you had someone by your side who would always be there for you. With his lips against yours, you felt safe.

Gojo

Met you when you were a new teacher at Jujutsu Tech when he just became one.

You both quickly became close friends, he jokingly called you his work wife.

100% would hear about your breakup in person cause you went to him first.

Talks with you with wine at his place, letting you ugly cry a bit, eventually sadness turns to anger, which he encourages. (ex broke up with you because of the distance and didn't want to move)

Would suggest hooking up to get back at him as a joke but the night escalates

Starts as a rebound relationship to both of you catching feelings, hard.

He starts only seeing you, ditches his other hookups and booty calls.

Treats you like a queen, spoils you when he could and takes you on dates.

Other people were shocked to hear you weren’t together but spend time together like you are

In the dimly lit room of his apartment, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, you lay on a bed under silk sheets, gazing out at the city below. The city lights twinkled in the night, offering a captivating view that evoked feelings of both insignificance and unity with the world around you. The soft sounds of traffic and distant chatter contributed to the serene atmosphere, easing you into a state of relaxation.

You were lost in thought until you felt the gentle touch of small kisses being peppered on your bare shoulder, drawing your attention to the culprit beside you. With a lazy grin, Satoru laid beside you, his eyes reflecting a mix of contentment and mischief as he propped his head up on his hands. He was just as bare under the sheets, flush next to you, love bites littering his pale chest, hair ruffled.

"What chu thinking of, gorgeous?" He asked, his tone as teasing as always, moving a strand of your hair from your face to behind your ear.

Sweat still covered your bodies in a sheen, proof of your intimate activities only moments ago. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin, a reminder of the passion you both shared. Satoru's playful demeanor brought a genuine smile to your face, warming your heart with affection.

"Nothing much handsome." You leaned in to press a soft kiss against his lips, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. In that moment, all worries melted away as you basked in the afterglow of your time together.

The soft moonlight enveloped both of you, casting a gentle glow, while the stars above shimmered like distant diamonds in the night sky.

"Yeah, nothing, sure." He pouted, biting your shoulder, earning a yelp from you. Clingy as always.

"Stop it, Toru," you giggled, playfully swatting him away.

He only pressed himself more into your side, planting sloppy yet affectionate kisses along your face. The sound of his laughter filled the room—a sweet melody that you never wanted to end.

"Don't deny me! I know how much you can't get enough of me ," he teased, pulling you closer for another kiss.

Letting him kiss you, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics. With the kiss over again, he begins to kiss down your neck. Your eyes look over to the side, seeing the time on the clock. With a groan of reluctance, you move to sit up, unknowingly missing the sad look in his eyes from your impending departure.

"I should start heading out; it's getting late."

Satoru's smile faltered for a moment before he masked it with a playful grin. Holding onto your wrist as you moved to get off the bed.

"Can't you stay just a little longer?" he pleaded, his eyes reflecting a hint of disappointment. A childish pout on his lips, azure eyes pleading with you to stay a little while longer.

Satoru, along with you, had long developed feelings, which breached your agreement to keep things casual. This was a relationship that only started as a rebound from your ex, who broke your heart for a stupid reason. Now you both wished for something more.

In all honesty, he had been treating you like his lover in every way but title, from taking you on frequent dates to showering you with gifts and affection. For the past few months, he has even avoided seeing his other hookups in favor of you.

Recently, you have been staying the entire night with him, or vice versa. Something you both knew crossed the line you agreed upon. You had grown so accustomed to each other that you kept each other's toothbrushes in your bathrooms and your clothes in your respective places.

Even the sex had changed into something more intimate.

He would always check on you after, so much so that your aftercare had become a ritual. He took the time to cuddle with you or talk about your day, showing a level of care and consideration that went beyond just physical attraction. An arm was always wrapped around you as the two of you fell asleep.

It was a stark contrast to how things were in the beginning, with one of you leaving right after intimacy without a second thought. He clearly valued you as more than just a casual fling, but the conversation about defining the relationship had yet to happen.

Waiting for your response, Satoru gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were feeling. The unspoken question hung in the air, heavy with tension, creating a palpable sense of anticipation that neither of you seemed ready to address just yet.

"I would like that." You say, avoiding his gaze, feeling a bit shy at the admission. Your heart fluttering nervously in anticipation of his response.

Satoru's face breaks into a warm smile, his eyes lighting up with happiness as he pulls you into a tight, reassuring embrace, conveying his genuine joy. You melted in his arms for a moment, your brows furrowed as you thought of your relationship with him.

"Can we actually talk about something?" You ask, wanting to address the elephant in the room now rather than later.

Satoru nods, his expression turning serious as he leans back to get a better look at you. His eyes lock onto yours as he gives you his full attention. He was serious for a change, knowing the conversation was important to you from the tone of your voice.

After gaining courage, you finally speak. "I wanted to talk about us."

Satoru's eyes soften, a hint of concern crossing his features as he waits for you to continue. You take a deep breath, knowing that this conversation could change everything between you two.

"What… What are we, Satoru?" Looking up at him, your eyes wavered, scared of what his answer would be.

Satoru's gaze held yours, his silence weighing heavily in the air as he carefully chose his words. Finally, he spoke softly, "I care about you deeply, but I understand if you need more clarity on where we stand."

Your heart raced, waiting for his next words to determine the fate of your relationship.

"Do you mean that we're just friends, or is there something more between us?" You ask, your voice small yet determined, betraying a mix of apprehension and resolve.

"I want us to be more than friends, if you're willing to take that step with me." Satoru's expression softened, and he reached out to gently hold your hand.

You hold his hand back, a little tighter than his grip, shaking from your anxiety. Your heart swelled with hope and anticipation, realizing that this conversation was indeed a pivotal turning point for both of you, a moment that could change the course of your relationship forever.

"Really?" You ask, disbelief in your tone, thinking your ears are deceiving you.

Satoru smiles warmly, nodding in affirmation. Your fears begin to melt away as you feel a newfound sense of courage and excitement for what the future may hold for your relationship.

"I care about you lots, babe. I want to see where this could go," he said softly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. Your fears began to melt away as you felt a sense of warmth and possibility enveloping you both.

Kissing you once more, he crawls over you. One hand held your face, the other moving your legs around his waist. Feeling envigored after your talk, you eagerly reciprocate, feeling a newfound sense of connection and passion between you both. The future suddenly seemed brighter and more promising than ever before.

Laying in bed, you couldn't be more happy to have him in your life, even with the rough beginnings.

He slept peacefully beside you, tired after more rounds together, now as an official couple. His features made him look angelic in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for this man who had brought so much light into your life. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

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reivrze · 1 year

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Saw (3 hours late) that u needed writing ideas…..I have a list of 134 of them….ranked from most desired to least….I shall share.

Enhypen OT7 reaction (separate) to their s/o just walking up to them and being like ‘hug. now.’ in a pouty I-had-a-bad-day-and-u-must-make-it-better voice….?

Idk if it’s a good one but it’s been on my list for a while and I never got to making it/asking for it so here I am now….

ofc like always: take care of ur self before the ask box 🙌🫶🥰

if u want to omit this request or any others cuase of exhaustion feel free to do so! You come first!

have a lovely day/night!

~🪷 anon

a/n : hiii sorry for the super long wait 😭 i had a hard time finding time and the motivation to write recently but i hope this is to your liking and thank you for being patient 🤍 i decided to make this into more of a headcanon format because it's hard to make the scenarios different :/

pairing. bf!enhypen x gn!reader genre. fluff

lee heeseung.

hee would find you adorable. you'd be the cutest person in the world, with a slight pout and sleepy eyes. he'd drop whatever he was doing at the moment to take you in his arms and cuddle with you until both of you drifted to dreamland. his heart at ease knowing that he had you in his life.

park jongseong.

jay might chuckle a bit at your drowsy state, he didn't want you guys to fall asleep on the couch so he would tell you to get on his back to put you to bed. he closed all the lights of the living room on his way, repressing a small smile feeling your nose rub against his beautiful jaw.

sim jaeyun.

tbh jake would be more likely to be the one pouting for a hug most of the time, so seeing you do it, he'd jump at the occasion to be close to you. literally, he'd jump a little. he'd cover your face in little kisses to finally landing the last one on your lips, that one lasting a little longer.

park sunghoon.

sunghoon would be pleasantly surprised by your direct request for a hug. with a smile on his face, he would gladly wrap his arms around you, creating a safe space. sunghoon would listen attentively as you vent about your day, offering words of comfort and reassurance. he would go the extra mile to make you feel better, perhaps even suggesting to watch a movie together in bed under the warmth of your blanket.

kim sunoo.

sunoo would get so happy hearing your voice and seeing your little eyes trying not to close would be the cutest scene he'd ever see. he'd scoot over on the couch to let you sit beside him, laying your head on his chest as he toyed with your hair. you guys would talk about how your day went and then fall asleep in each others arms

yang jungwon.

jungwon would malfunction for a second, not understanding what you had said for a second. realizing your desperate need for a hug at that moment, he'd warp his arms around your neck, bringing in your face to the crook of his neck as he slowly patted your hair, laying a small kiss on the side of your ear.

nishimura riki.

niki's initial reaction was to grin and tease you but as you groaned out of exhaustion, he understood that your need for a hug was urgent. he'd wrap his arms around you, lifting you off the ground for a playful moment before setting you down. he'd slowly swing you guys side to side, inviting you to dance in the middle of the kitchen

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wisteria-blooms · 2 months

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sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) (9/??)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

TAGLIST AT THE BOTTOM! (Let me know if you'd like to be added or if I've missed you!) A/N: "I'll try to update every 2 weeks." Uh - sorry. This is only edited once so I apologize for any mistakes. I thought it was better to get this out and keep things moving than holding onto it forever! Hope you enjoy. (:

WARNING: Y/N starts to get horny. Short descriptors of sexual situations. Minors DNI!

CHAPTER 9: As the days go on, Charlie's presence arouses some very... interesting thoughts within you. One night, his actions towards another man makes you question his feelings for you. And if that wasn't complicated enough, you get an urgent message from Molly. (6.2k words)

CHAPTER 9: THE PASSENGER SEAT

“This is exactly why I said not to apparate into the apartment!” You shrieked as you shut the bathroom door so hard it nearly flung off its hinges.

Or so you thought. The amount of force you used wasn’t quite sufficient so the door decided to spring back to you like a boomerang. When you realized it wasn’t going to shut, you chucked out a spare towel as a distraction.

“Have you considered maybe,”—Charlie, who’d just apparated into the apartment, ducked to avoid the towel—“closing the door for privacy?”

You took the opportunity to shut the door. “I needed to vent the air out,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the barrier.

“Sure you did,” Charlie responded, his voice seeping through the small crack below.

“I will vent it into your room, Charlie,” you threatened. “And you’re not going to like it when your room feels like a rainforest.”

“How would you know I don’t like the heat?”

You choked.

“Look on the bright side, (Y/N),” Charlie reminded. “You weren’t naked.”

“May as well have been,” you grumbled as you slipped into your room, the humid air sticking to your form as you walked.

“I’ve seen you in much less,” was Charlie’s response. Barely there, but your ears always perked up for whatever he said.

You stilled in front of your closet, your face tingling. ”That was one time.”

The day you accidentally walked out in a slip dress in front of Charlie was permanently burned in your mind. So, you’d taken to wearing more in the living room so Charlie couldn’t poke fun of your state of (un)dress. Living with him was proving to be quite habit-changing indeed.

You walked back out in a t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving no more than a couple inches of skin exposed. You were amused to find Charlie on the sofa, tinkering with an artifact. You crossed your arms and drummed your fingers on your deltoid. “Now, will you promise to stop apparating into the apartment?”

“No promises,” Charlie said languidly as he reclined back on the couch, spreading his legs out and continuing to scrape some rust off the artifact with his nail. His fingers were so long—and it was then that you’d lost the ability to speak, the tortuous vision in front of you forcing your mouth agape.

You ripped your eyes away, pivoted towards the kitchen, and inhaled deeply through your nostrils. You couldn’t, shouldn’t, really, really, shouldn’t be imagining what was laying in-between his limbs. But faster than you could control your impulses, your imagination went off to the races: what did it look like? If the laws of proportion held true and if Charlie’s appendage was anything like his body, it would surely rest thick and heavy in your hands. Maybe it would be red and freckled like him.

You saw a brief image kneeling in front of Charlie, knees digging into the marble floor, your hands wrapped around his cock, mouth parting to accommodate his girth, his pupils blown wide, his blue eyes fluttering close, his head thrown back as his hands remained tangled in your hand, “good girl”—

Holy. Shit.

It was one thing to dream about it in the privacy of your bedroom, but doing it in front of Charlie seemed invasive, and you were absolutely fucked if he had mind-reading abilities of any sort. Given how everything came to him with ease, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was watching your thoughts like a film reel. Red in the face, you went into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of cold water and slammed a scoop full of ice cubes into your cup. You chugged. Not effective. You needed another shower and preferably at a temperature that was below freezing this time.

Your heart rate persisted its course of flying through the roof. What was this? You either needed to scrub your mind clean of all the Madame Millicent you’d consumed the past couple weeks or just plain get your priorities straight. You abhorred when Fred spread his legs on the sofa or on a public bench. You told him straight to his face that it looked—and was—improper, and it took space from others, especially on the tram or a bench. So why was it that when Charlie did it, you instead wanted to jump his bones?

“(Y/N),” Charlie called out.

“Yes?” You turned slowly, fingers maintaining a death grip on your glass. Here it came: his confession of his mind-reading abilities.

“Come here.”

You felt as if someone had punched your windpipe. Cracked it into little pieces. How cruel of him to predisposition you to respiratory disease at the tender age of 23.

You shuffled slowly towards him, a cold sweat prickling your skin because of what he was going to say or do.

“Sit,” he commanded.

“Where?” You blurted.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Here, of course.” He patted to the cushion to his left and you immediately complied.

“You’re acting funny,” he observed, cocking his head.

“Really?” You questioned. “I don’t think so.”

His lips lifted into a curious smile. You leaned forward to set your water down on the table, grateful that it allowed you to break eye contact with Charlie— a much-needed moment of respite.

“See this?” Charlie placed the artifact, which you now discovered was a fossil, in your hands. A current of electricity ran through your fingers, each inch of skin blooming with the intensity of a thousand fireworks. And as if that wasn’t enough touch, he swung his left arm around you before finding your hand again. You shuddered when his larger, callused hands covered yours completely.

Hands. Hands and fingers in your hair, simultaneously pulling your strands and forcing your head down on his cock.

You shuffled your position on the couch, trying to mitigate the growing heat in between your legs.

Charlie’s thumb brought you back to reality, guiding yours over a ridge on the fossil and onto the ribs of whatever creature had been buried in sediment and imprinted upon the rock. “Bill brought it back from Egypt for me. It’s a Nundu, or at least what they’re known as now, from over five thousand years ago. Evolved a lot since. Pretty neat, don’t you reckon?”

“Yes.”

Charlie pouted. “I thought you’d be more interested.”

“I am!” you said, squinting your eyes and leaning closer to inspect every speck of bone in the fossil.

“I’ve been told you quite enjoy magical creatures.”

You paused. “By who?”

Charlie leaned in, hovering a mere two inches from your face, and teased, “Can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I was sworn to secrecy lest I be cursed by the fury of a thousand Whizbangs.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fred? George? Both?”

Charlie leaned back onto the sofa again and grinned. “Maybe.”

Your pulse quickened. “What did they say?”

“Nothing more than the fact you took the elective together,” Charlie said. “I just thought it was unlike you. Why’s that got you all worked up, hm?”

You rubbed the back of the fossil, asking yourself the same question. What did it matter if Charlie learned about the fact that you’d basically flunked Care of Magical Creatures? You’d only taken the class because Fred and George insisted you should stick together, but your fear of the same creatures took precedence and the rest was history.

“You know how Fred is,” you responded with a strained smile. “He’s always twisting things around to make me look bad.”

But maybe Charlie was telling the truth. If he’d known about your abysmal grade, he’d probably be teasing you ruthlessly right now instead of nodding along with you and saying something like: “He’d never be able to make you look bad in my eyes, (Y/N).”

Heat smattered against your cheeks as your lips parted. There was no part of you that wasn’t molten now. Perfect, you’d transitioned from a hormonal imbalance to menopause. Charlie Weasley has proven himself terrible for your health, but here you sat, listening ardently to everything he had to say about Nundus.

On Thursday, you walked into the outpatient wing of St. Mungos. Charlie had left the previous day for Hogwarts, leaving you some peace of mind without his presence. And as luck would have it, Healer Tousignant was going to provide you a cure for your issues. She was excellent, wasn’t she? Despite this, you remained unsure. Deep in some compartment of your brain, you wondered how your friends would react if they found out. You’d receive the run-of-the-mill treatment by the twins (“Oh good, you’re finally sleeping with someone? Wait! It’s just a bit suspicious that it’s all happening now, isn’t it?”).

But Charlie? He was a wildcard. You imagined him finding a sleeve of pills in the living room. Would he think you responsible, or would he think you did this out of necessity because you were sleeping with someone else? Which again, posed the question: what did it matter what he thought? Truthfully, you knew. You were far too tangled up in your growing affections for him to not care about what he thought.

The secretary brought you back to reality and place: the office of Healer Tousignant. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here for my appointment with Healer Tousignant.”

“Your name, please.”

“(Y/N) Malfoy.”

The receptionist nodded, tapped her quill twice against an appointment scheduler, the light thwacks resonating with your beating heart. She pursed her lips and scrunched her nose. Her glasses shifted downwards as she looked at some blotting ink that was appearing on the paper.

“It seems Healer Tousignant has just been called into the gynaecology and obstetrics department for emergency coverage,” the receptionist said.

“Alright,” you breathed out. You had to thank some higher powers for letting you off so easily. “I can come back another day.”

You were halfway out the door when her voice stopped you in your tracks. ”Of course not,” the receptionist said with a wave of her hand. “It won’t be long. Head to the east wing, fifth floor up, until you find room 5-E. She’ll see her before her lunch break.”

“Are you certain? I’m happy to come back another day if she’s handling an emergency.”

“Absolutely,” she responded with confidence. “You shouldn’t be waiting for more than 15 minutes. Healer Tousignant is very experienced and efficient with deliveries. I hope the change in location isn’t an inconvenience, but you should be otherwise accommodated.”

Plans foiled and any chance of escape thwarted, you dragged your feet to the east wing and took the stairs to prolong the inevitable. When you pushed the last door open, you were almost blinded by sunlight. This section of the hospital was adorned with glass windows and as a result, was lush with natural light. Blooming plants lined the sterile-clean hallways.

Nurses in lavender smocks and perfectly-slicked back hair strolled past you, some pushing carts with meals, others pushing carts with sterilized tools.

You gazed into the smoky windows of a waiting room. Your eyes landed on a pair of expectant mothers chattering excitedly to each other. Unknowingly, you smiled. Their excitement was contagious. Your eyes then trailed to a couple walking out the doors. The female was heavily pregnant and was being supported by her loving, adoring partner—

Her partner being Bill Weasley.

Panicked, you backtracked your steps and turned the nearest corner. You scrambled for safety under the cover of an oversized plant. In any other circumstance, you would’ve loved to exchange formalities, but something told you that you sauntering around the Obstetrics and Gynaecology Wing at St. Mungo’s wouldn’t be a good look, especially after Charlie’s erroneous proclamation about your sex life last week (and you hoped it hadn’t spread much around that little circle of women). So, you pressed your back against the light green wall, trying to shrink yourself so no part of you would jut out.

Bill and Fleur, thankfully, didn’t even turn around as they walked, much more enraptured by each other than anyone else. You cautiously peered out into the hall to catch the last of their retreating figures. Down the last bit of the hall, Bill cradled Fleur like she was the most precious, delicate, fragile and only thing in the world, even though she’d proven she was as tough as nails. His chin rested on the top of head as they walked hand-in-hand. Thoughts of having lunch with Bill clouded your head, and the maturity and stability he exuded by simply inviting you. Unknowingly, you bit your lip. As Bill and Fleur disappeared, your heart thumped in some mess of emotions you couldn’t discern.

When you were certain the expecting parents were out of sight, you followed the directions to Tousignant’s office. You gave the door two solid raps.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Charlie asked from the kitchen island as he effortlessly uncorked a bottle of wine. It was late Friday evening, and Charlie had gotten back from the train station with a bottle of red wine and groceries in one hand, and his briefcase in another. “Another tea party?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you responded. You walked into the pantry, looking for some more ingredients to throw together for your impromptu dinner. Charlie didn’t tell you he was coming back on an empty stomach and you thought he’d have taken care of his dinner himself. You were more than happy to have him here, but the miscommunication led to him dramatically proclaiming he was going to die of hunger at your doorstop.

He was obviously joking because he’d purchased some groceries on the way home.

“Come to a concert with me tomorrow,” Charlie suggested seamlessly as he retrieved two wine glasses from the highest shelf. “I was supposed to go with Bill. We’ve been planning this for years, but Fleur’s due any day now and he won’t leave her side.”

“What kind of concert?” You asked, tossing him a bulb of garlic.

He caught it without missing a beat and responded, “Rock concert.”

“Oh.”

“In muggle London.”

“Ah.”

Charlie chuckled as he switched gears and poured you a glass of Merlot. “It’s not scary, (Y/N), it’s just rock music.”

“I’m not scared,” you retorted, accepting the glass and swirling it around. “I just haven’t been to a concert in ages.”

That was a lie. You’d been to plenty with Fred and George over the years, but going to a concert with Charlie where you might be pressed up to him for three hours was an entirely different concept. Was it a date he was proposing? Or were you just the most convenient thing around to try to fit the tall, lanky gap that was his brother Bill because Charlie didn’t want to go alone?

You drew in a deep breath, furrowing your brows. And then you said something Charlie wasn’t expecting.

“Say you’re sorry first.”

A look, a perfect cross of amusement and surprise, graced Charlie’s face, and he paused midway through crushing a garlic clove under his knife. “What for?”

You let the attractive bass notes of his question float past your ears. “For waltzing in here and telling me I didn’t have a sufficient meal prepared. And implying my culinary skills were insufficient.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Charlie said, a touch more quietly than how he usually spoke. He set his knife down and walked over to you, his height quickly casting a growing shadow over your head. “I figured for hanging out with Fred and George so much, you’d be the queen regnant of taking jabs.”

You pouted at Charlie, trying to take advantage of his apologetic state. This was a dangerous line you were toeing, but you were feeling courageous tonight. “I’m well-aware cooking isn’t my strong suit. It’s been made known to me all my life. I’m trying my best to work on it, but to be put down like that…”

“Hey, hey,” Charlie consoled as he placed two firm hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“The damage’s done, Charlie,” you whispered, looking down to conceal a laugh, “I’m—my confidence is crushed.”

You waited for his clever retort. What you weren’t expecting was for him to use the same hands that rested on your shoulders to pull you closer, until your forehead thwacked against his hard chest. The very same pair of hands glided back to your scapula, cornering you in and making escape impossible. He had you locked in his sturdy and very hard arms. You had no choice but to get lost in all six-feet something of him.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said, his voice rumbling from his chest and vibrating through your body like you were a conductor to his current. With your cheek splayed against his body, it was impossible to think straight. “I don’t think I’ve told you how much I appreciate you letting me stay here when I need. It’s miles above any other accommodation. You don’t need to have anything ready for me, ever. I’d be fine if you kicked me out to sleep on sofa and kept my room for yourself.”

You were about to burst. It was overwhelming: his words, his warmth, and his sudden earnestness. He was acting like everything you imagined someone like, oh, you know, his brother, Bill Weasley to be. But in the midst of it all, when the situation became lucid, you panicked. What were you supposed to do in Charlie’s arms? Nestle in and show him how lovesick you were, or pull away and give him the impression you were uncomfortable in his presence and didn’t like him that way? The latter wasn’t true, but you didn’t want to spill your unformed feelings to him.

“It’s alright,” you said, trying to look up at him but only getting a glimpse of his chin. You decided on the most diplomatic solution. Still in his arms, you agreed. “I’ll go to the concert with you.”

It wasn’t like you were going to say no, anyway. You just wanted to make Charlie work for it.

”Perfect,” he said, voice husky in your ears. “That’s my girl.”

If he kept this up, you were going to devour Charlie for dinner.

Before heading out to muggle London Saturday evening, Charlie suggested you have a drink at the pub. You tried very hard not to let your face show what your brain was thinking when he stepped out of his room in a corduroy jacket, tossed over a shirt, that perfectly skimmed his muscular body. He left his hair tousled and curly.

In the descending lift, you asked him where exactly the bar was. He refused to answer and instead, led you there, the silence between you only broken by him humming a tune.

“This is where Bill and I usually go,” Charlie finally said. You’d almost flown past the entrance until Charlie pulled you back by the arm. The tavern was tucked away on a cul-de-sac, completely hidden from the bustling shopping streets.

Charlie, playing the part of a true gentleman, opened the door and whisked you in. You walked down a short flight of the stairs until the bar came into view. Charlie ducked the low ceilings the whole way down. The space was warm, orange-hued from the wood and lighting, and ridiculously cramped. Or cozy, whichever term fit it better. The bartender—a stout man in his late sixties with a white beard—was chatting with two other men of similar ages. The guests were perched on the barstools, leaving only one of the three seats available.

“Well, look at who it is!” The bartender exclaimed, his accent tinged slightly Scottish. His proclamation prompted his patrons to look your way.

“Charlie!” one of the patrons spoke. “Finally decided to come home?”

“Who’s the lassie?” The bartender asked.

You supposed he meant you. “(Y/N) Malfoy,” you greeted.

“I’m Don, owner.” He shook your hand. “This is Henry, and Bruce.” The two men gave you a wave which you returned. Then, Don looked at Charlie and asked, “Where’s Bill?

“At home, with his wife,” Charlie answered.

Don grinned at looked at you. “I like her, much easier on the eyes than Bill.”

You gave a polite smile.

“Sit.” Charlie gestured to the open seat.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I can stand.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Charlie, where are your manners?” Don barked. “Get (Y/N) a drink.” Charlie quickly moved forward, head almost hitting the ceiling, to pull a glass from the shelf. The way Charlie obeyed Don so quickly led you to think that Don was a parental figure to him.

“Your reflexes aren’t what they used to be, I’ll get it myself,” Don grumbled. He pulled out five shot glasses. His mouth twisted into a mischievous smile. “Getting old or something?”

“Something like that,” Charlie agreed. “I’m not the same exuberant boy you knew.”

Henry hid his words behind a generous cough. “Aren’t we all blessed by that?”

Don poured you a hefty amount of whiskey and slid the shot glass over to you.

“Loosen up, lassie. It’ll do you some good. Especially if you have to deal with him the whole night.”

You nodded. You clinked your glasses with the four other men and threw back the whiskey. A smidgeon of tears welled up in your eyes as the substance burned your throat.

Don and his friends downed the drink like it was water. ”It’s harsh, but it’ll get you where you need to go.” Then, he peered over at Charlie. “So, what’s keeping Bill at home?” He questioned.

Charlie set his glass down right by yours, “His wife is pregnant, due any day now.”

Don let out a low whistle. “Last I saw Bill, he’d just graduated. Still had his robes when he stopped by the bar to say goodbye before heading to Egypt. Now, he’s got a kid on the way? About time for you too, don’t you think?”

“I’d rather raise dragons,” Charlie said off-handedly. “They’re much more interesting, and less needy.”

“What about you?” Don asked, tilting his head towards you.

You stopped trying to gnaw the bitter taste of alcohol off your mouth when you realized Don was asking your opinion on child-rearing. “I, uhm,” you stammered. “I don’t think I’m particularly good at raising either.”

“That’s no good,” Don said.

Your face fell momentarily.

“I’m only joking,” Don clarified with a hearty laugh. “What else are you having tonight?”

Charlie pressed closer until his warm chest was flush against your back. The chain around his neck swooped by your line of vision and tickled your skin, forcing some heat to your cheeks. “A pint of Guinness.”

“I wasn’t asking you!” Don shouted gruffly as he pulled a glass. “You should know better to wait your turn, lass.”

Don slid the glass towards you.

“Don’t worry about me,” Charlie brushed off. “I’m going to sit here and enjoy watching her drink this.”

You leaned back, neck falling into place in the crook of Charlie’s shoulders, the metal of his necklace lightly digging into your skin, as you whispered to him, “Why did you order me this?”

He tilted his head down, angling his blue eyes straight into yours. “Because I’ve been told you hate it.”

“Are you stalking me or something, Charlie Weasley?”

“It’s mainly for my entertainment,” Charlie whispered. “Let me break you in,” he said in a much louder voice as he leaned forward. He grabbed the pint and took a swig. Instead of setting it back down, he held it out in front of you. “Your turn.”

You stared at where his lips touched the glass previously. Hesitantly, you took the glass into your possession and sampled a feeble sip of it before making a face which you tried to conceal from Don.

“How is it?” Don asked.

“You have an excellent pour,” you praised. Technically, that part was true. “Do you have a tab started for us?”

Don raised an eyebrow. “Everything here is on the house,” he explained. “I don’t make any money, anyway. My financials are in the negatives. I’ve been retired 10 years. I just come here to have a drink without being scolded by my wife.”

You let out a quick laugh, but cut yourself off, thinking it was rude to have a laugh at Don’s finances.

“You should fancy a laugh at his expense. That’s what we all come here for,” Bruce added.

A warm sensation filled your body. You felt like a part of the family, and you’d only met these men fifteen minutes ago.

“How do you know Charlie?” You asked when you felt brave enough.

“Tell her,” Charlie dared, his chest firmly pressed against your back as he picked up your glass again.

Don coughed. “When this troublemaker was barely sixteen and Bill not much older, they stumbled into my bar. I had a right mind to tell them to get out, but they pleaded with me into letting them stay. I was stupid enough to cave in and serve them a touch of alcohol, whatever was left in the barrel.” Don’s forehead crinkled. “Promise me this stays between me and you, and not the Licencing Wizengamot?”

You nodded quickly. “Of co—”

”Actually, (Y/N)’s father works for the Ministry,” Charlie said. “Surely, you made the connection. Lucius Malfoy?”

“Well, fuck me!” Don said, playfully slapping his dish towel on the counter. “Good thing I’m retired.”

“I assure you”—you stretched a hand forward on the table—“My lips are sealed. I can’t say the same about him.” You pointed back to Charlie.

Charlie simply looked down at you with amusement.

After Don told you to be on your way, you left his bar gaily, promising to be back. Presently, your boots slapped the concrete floor as you ascended the steps up to the venue with Charlie. When you entered the complex, he stopped by a standing table where the end of the queue for refreshments started.

“One more drink for the show,” Charlie suggested. “I’ll be back. Another pint for you, queen regnant?”

You nodded, watching as he effortlessly glided through the sea of people. His ginger curls stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) Malfoy?” A voice rung out on the other side of your head. You pivoted to look to your left.

A tall, lithe man was approaching to where you stood in wait. He looked about your age and wore his blonde hair slicked back. His bright green eyes, ringed with a line of hazel around his pupils, caught yours immediately. The plastic cup of beer he held seemed dwarfed in comparison to the size of his hand.

“Alex,” he introduced, extending his hand. “I’m a friend of Draco’s at the country club.” He leaned forward slightly, his pointer finger extended towards you as stabilized the plastic cup with his other fingers. Just a touch of hesitation marred his voice. “He is your brother, correct?”

Alex gave the impression of regality with his high cheekbones and poised stance. Unlike everyone else who was dressed down in jeans and a tee, he favoured a black blazer over a white shirt, trousers, and a silver watch to decorate his wrist. For all you knew, he descended from Danish royalty, and you didn’t mind curtsying.

“Yes,” you responded. Your face flushed with curiosity, wondering why Alex found it necessary to greet you.

”Well, fancy seeing you here.”

“A dramatic shift in scenery from the golf course and resort,” you jested.

Alex chuckled. “Absolutely less stuffy.”

”What brings you here? You asked.

You watched as his throat caught, trying to latch onto an answer. As you waited, you thought it was downright puzzling why your parents never tried to introduce you to Alex. He seemed far more down-to-earth than the egotistical brutes for sons that your father seemed to favour. Maybe if you’d met him earlier, you wouldn’t have had to dig yourself into this infinite hole of lies.

He shifted his weight from side-to-side, but gave no other tells of being nervous.

“A night out with my mates,” Alex explained. “They reckon I need to get out more after my,” he paused, a nervous smile appearing for the slightest of moments, “my girlfriend broke up with me.”

Your mouth rounded quickly as you wondered who’d dump someone like Alex. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear,” you offered your condolences.

“It’s alright,” he said. “She would’ve hated coming here, anyway. I don’t mind muggle music; it’s quite good. You seem to fancy it, if you’re here.”

“Oh, I’m—”

You froze midway through your sentence when you felt a feather touch of a hand at your hip bone. Gentle enough not to startle you but hard enough to make its presence known. Panic set in quickly and you whipped around, ready to confront whoever deemed it was acceptable to lay a hand on you.

“You—!” you started.

You were captured by the cloudy, deeper blue eyes of Charlie. You stopped yourself. His hand was still wrapped around you, lingering at your hip with no intention of letting go. You wouldn’t have minded if it stayed there, if you were being honest with yourself.

“Got you a drink,” Charlie said, handing you a cup of beer with his other hand. You gingerly accepted it. His lips were pressed in a tight line, leaving no trace of the usual playful Charlie you’d come to know.

Alex was silent. Your eyes darted between the two men. Alex and Charlie were similar heights, but Charlie appeared bigger in stature due to his broad shoulders and muscle tone. Formalities would’ve called for you to introduce them to each other, but there was some strange, palpable tension in the air that you reckoned it was better they remained a mystery to each other.

“Let’s get a move on, (Y/N),” Charlie suggested with a flicker of a smile, his hand moving upwards to give your waist a squeeze. You had to will every inch of your being not to scream; you hadn’t prepared for such intimate touches outside your house or in view of people your age. The men at the pub were a different story. “Don’t want to miss the opener.”

“Wait, (Y/N),” Alex called out before Charlie could whisk you away. “Will you be at the Christmas luncheon?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” you responded.

“Excellent. I’ll see you there.” He affirmed with a smile, before he returned to a group of friends waiting for him. You snuck a glance; his friends’ faces struck you as familiar.

“Who was that?” Charlie’s eyes danced playfully, his usual disposition crawling back from the void he’d stuffed in a few seconds ago.

“A friend from the country club.”

“Sounds fancy,” he mused. “Are you close?”

“Not really,” you said. “He seems to know Draco, so we must run in the same circles. You can imagine how I feel about that.”

“I can imagine,” Charlie said. He led you to the entrance of where you were seated.

In the darkness and between ear-splitting guitar riffs, you glanced over at Charlie when he wasn’t looking. You wondered why he’d dragged you away from Alex so quickly. There was ample time for the opener, and his intimate touches were as befuddling. They were, as you thought, done in the privacy in your home or when you needed to convince someone of your relationship. Perhaps you were overthinking it. Yes, you definitely were. You recalled when Charlie was overly flirtatious with Cecile, and you were certain he meant nothing of it.

After the show, you filed out with all the other attendees. Your entire body buzzed. You were about to ask Charlie as to how you were getting home, but he was the first to breach the topic.

“Can’t apparate in such a state,” lectured Charlie. He guided you out of the venue and down a back alley.

“Who’s picking us up here?” you asked, pulling your coat closer to fend out the gnarly bites of wind that swept through the area.

“My most trusted driver,” Charlie responded confidently. “It seems he’s just running a minute late.”

Charlie looked down at his watch and tutted twice. That was when the wind picked up dramatically and you hid your face behind Charlie’s shoulder to block it out. Through one cracked open eye, you saw it. A purple vehicle had squeezed through the narrowest gap of the alleyway and then re-expanded to just fit without scraping the sides.

The passenger doors opened.

“Hi, Stan,” Charlie said.

Stan shut the engine off, removed his hat and bowed. ”Shupike. Stan Shupike, at your service.”

“Good evening,” you greeted.

“Evening, ma’am,” Stan responded.

Stan leaned against his seat to give you room to board. Charlie followed behind you. To your amusement, there was no one else on the bus. All the beds were empty and decked out with fresh sheets and puffed pillows, and the privacy curtains drawn back.

You whipped around to face Charlie. ”How were you able to charter a whole bus?”

“Stan has been my driver for years. There’s usually a spare bus at the station.”

“Wouldn’t ever trust Bill or Charlie to operate a vehicle or anything after the nights I’ve seen ‘em have,” Stan grunted from the front. “What’s the address again?”

“27 Primrose Gardens.”

“I’ll take you there if they’ll let my janky bus through those pretty, manicured gardens,” Stan said with a chuckle. The doors shut with a light swish. “Ne’er dropped anyone off there since I started.”

You sat down on a bed and held onto the pole for dear life, watching nervously from behind the curtain as Stan shifted gears. Charlie picked up on your nervousness and shuffled closer.

“Hey,” Charlie said. “I got you.” With that, he looped an arm firmly around you waist, acting like a human seatbelt. His large hand rested on the top of your thigh, fingers gently grazing the fabric of your tights.

You tilted your head. “Thanks?”

“That sounds more like a question than a statement.”

“I do question when you choose to be kind.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “What does that mean?”

You fell over onto him and onto the bed when Stan took a particularly sharp right turn.

Flustered, you tried getting up.

“Stay where you are,” Charlie said. “Stan says lying down is the safest, at least according to his driver’s manual.”

“Oh, really?” You asked with incredulity.

“It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?” Charlie lied down as well. “The worst that could happen is that you roll onto someone else. I’d prefer that to kissing the cold floor with my teeth any day.”

Now that you thought about it, it did seem less frightening, being horizontal. The shocks of Stan’s driving seemed to absorb in the mattress. You supposed you hadn’t heard of any horrific injuries on the Knight Bus, so you were inclined to believe this was for the better. You cautiously descended fully on the bed.

Charlie looked at you with one blue eye, the other half his face sunken in the pillow. “Did you have a good time?” He asked.

“Of course I did,” you said. You shimmied around to get comfortable and to let your hands splay out on the on sheets in front of you.

“Do you foresee any more concerts in the future?”

“That’s a possibility.”

“Commit to it. Bill will be out of commission for another eleven years.”

“So, I’m your partner-in-crime for the next eleven years?”

Charlie extended his pinky finger to you. ”Lock it in, (Y/N).”

You hooked your pinky over his and shook on it, but you were barely paying attention to that. There were so many other sights to behold at this angle: the slight slant of strong nose, the quirk of his mouth as he looked back at you, the soft tufts of hair that were basically begging for your hands to comb through, and the glow of sun-kissed skin that seemed unfadable.

“I figured you’d freckle easily,” you said. Without a second thought, you unlatched your pinkies in favour of skimming your pointer finger over a spot on his face. “But your freckles seem to have coalesced into a tan.”

“They’re relentless, very strong-willed,” Charlie agreed. His eyes were heavy, hooded, and his voice was growing thick and raspy with sleep. “They’re not going anywhere, especially not months under the beating sun.”

As your fingers continued to pad his cheek, Charlie’s hand hovered over a wayward strand of hair that’d fallen over your face. He brushed it back and tucked it behind your ear where it belonged. You smiled at the gesture. You watched his eyelashes flutter over his eyes and a peaceful grin, devoid of its usual cockiness, stretch across his face. He was content to be here like this, with you, with your hand on his cheek and his on yours, you surmised.

You studied the gap between your faces—lips, in particular—and wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking: would this gap be better off closed?

Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt. The resulting inertia threw you off the bed and onto the floor.

“Ow!” You exclaimed, holding the tender point of your elbow that you’d landed on.

“What’s going on, Stan?” Charlie asked calmly, clearly used to these disruptions. You rubbed your elbow, face contorted in discomfort. Charlie lifted you up with ease and back onto the bed.

“Owl near killed itself flying into my window ‘ere,” Stan explained. Near was right. The owl was still flying, pecking petulantly at Stan’s window with a parchment in its mouth.

Stan opened the door and let the owl fly in. It hurriedly found Charlie.

“Mum’s owl,” he said as he unfurled the parchment. You watched nervously as his eyes moved left to right.

“Stan.” Charlie’s voice was serious. “Turn the car around to St. Mungos.”

>> NEXT CHAPTER

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x reader on their period

Thank you @bullfrog-supremacy for the request !

I’m currently trying my best to finish up as many of these as I can , mostly because I’m disorganized as hell and let them pile up ;C;

As soon as I’m left with a more reasonable number , I’ll open up my requests again for some time , promised ! 👍

Anyway , this is actually a pretty appropriate moment for me to write this one since … well , I’m currently living the topic of the prompt (,:

It’s actually very comforting to imagine how the cuties would take care of the reader at a time like this ://)

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

Like always , Bullfrog immediately notices that something is a little off about you , and he is quick to guess what is happening …

< Is it that time of the month , mon amour ? >

< … yeah … don’t worry though , it just hurts a little , I can still help you with - >

< Non non , that’s not necessary : what you need right now is to get some rest , you look very tired . >

< Really ? Is that … okay ? >

< Of course it is my dear ! You don’t worry about a thing , I will take care of you . >

< Heh … thank you my love ~ >

He really means it :

even if he has to leave for a urgent mission , Bullfrog will exit your home only after he made sure that you’re comfortable and you have everything you need to help you relieve the pain , from blankets to warm drinks and medicine …

He just wouldn’t be able to bare the thought of knowing his y/n isn’t feeling well and he isn’t doing anything about it .

< Here , I made some tea , be careful though : it’s very hot . >

< Thank you so much , Bullfrog … sorry for being a bit moody this morning by the way … it usually happens when I’m like this . >

< Ne t'inquiète pas y/n , what matters now is that you take all the time you need to feel better : I will spend a lot more time with you once I get back , promis juré . >

Bullfrog is going to be very careful when cuddling with you to avoid holding you too tightly and hurting you :

if you don’t feel comfortable with being touched he will perfectly understand , and is going to be happy to just lie by your side while you rest .

Even if you’re not feeling at your best , he really is just content with being with you ❤️

Rayman 🧡

Rayman feels bad about seeing his beloved in pain and not being able to take it away from you … it’s the worst feeling for him .

However , you can be sure that he will do everything he can to help you get better , and that starts with making you lie down somewhere comfortable , either the couch or the bed .

< There you go , darling … take it easy , let me take care of everything , okay ? >

< Okay … thanks Ray , I really needed this … ~ >

< No need to thank me , it’s the least I could do for my beautiful y/n ~ >

If you feel the need to talk about something , maybe even vent for a bit , Rayman is going to stay there and listen to you for as long as you need ( though unfortunately he needs to leave to attend his shows , so he can’t do this as much as he’d like ) .

If you ever feel ashamed about it , he is quick to put your mind at ease .

< Wait , how long have I been … ?

Crap , I’m sorry , I shouldn’t have kept you here listening to my melodramatic speech about how this whole thing sucks … >

< No no , please y/n don’t ever apologize for something like that !

How long have you listened to my rants about what those douchebags say about me at work ? >

< Well , yeah but … that’s different … >

< Nah , you deserve to be able to speak your mind too , especially when you’re with me .

What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t even bother to hear you out ? >

If you even just hint that you need something , anything , Rayman will rush off and then materialize by your side seconds later with just what you asked … it never fails to make you smile , despite the annoying and sharp feeling brought by your period .

< Hehe , wow , I literally just mentioned a glass of water and you already got it …

You’re always so sweet , Ray … I love you so much … ~ >

< I love you too , honey ! ~

Trust me , if I didn’t need to head out for today’s shows I’d just stay here with you all day … >

< Really … ? Even though I’m constantly bothering you and complaining about things … ? >

< y/n , you could never bother me . It’s an understandable reaction , you’re not feeling well and it hurts , so please don’t feel bad about needing to talk about what’s wrong , okay ?

I want to be with you all the time , especially when you’re not at your best : you’ve always been there for me after all , so it’s time I repay the favor . >

< Ray … ! >

You can’t help but lean forward to kiss him after he says those adorable things …

Rayman truly is a sweetheart :,//)

Ramon 🖤

Since Ramon is always determined to take care of you at the best of his abilities , when he realizes you’re on your period he will pretty much force you to get some rest , even if you don’t feel like it .

< Ram , please … I can help you with it if you let me get u - >

< No . >

< But - >

< No , you need to sleep , I know you had trouble with it last night .

Now please … lie your head back down , honey . >

Similarly to the past , Ramon is also insanely quick when it comes to providing you with what you need , no matter what that might be :

you’re cold ? He shows up with as many blankets as he can carry .

You’re thirsty or would like something to eat ? He is going to bring you your favorite drinks and snacks .

Anything to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible .

< Thank you , Ram ~

I would’ve gotten it myself , but it started to hurt again … >

< Don’t worry about it , just tell me if there’s something else I can do for you , okay ? >

Ramon loves to lay by your side while you rest , his hands gently holding you while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear …

It’s his goal to make you feel appreciated , especially now that you’re not feeling too well .

< You really do mean everything to me , y’know … ?

I promise you darling , I’ll do all I can to help you feel better . >

< Heh … this is already helping me a lot , sweetie ~

I just … I love you so much … thank you for being there for me . >

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mymreaderlibrary · 5 months

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I need more old man yoai. Its just, it's good soup, ya know. I want them to get a house and adopt a teenage kid. Just family stuff ya know. Its good soup, ya know.

SORRY THE SOUP TOOK SO LONG, but I did my best to try and fulfill this ask. There were some changes to your idea but I hope it still works 😭

Old man yaoi pt 3 here we go

[long distance, weird fucky timeline, use of y/n, mention of the soap-cident except he’s fine because I said so, minor homophobia, some angst, an original character, and my adamance to be slow as fuck with romance].

[length: 2227 words]

Getting to finally kiss each other didn't open the floodgates per say but it did give them enough respite that their "tenseness" subsided. The rest of the 141 were relieved that the pair had somehow righted their differences, even if they still didn't know what those differences were, and Soap congratulated them on "making up".

It was awkward for a bit and while it was nice knowing the feelings were recuperated neither knew what was too much or too little so they rarely made any advances. When they did finally feel confident enough, usually in complete privacy and far late into the night, it would be a lot of soft touches. Thumbs running over knuckles, shoulders bumping lightly together, maybe even a hug if they were feeling bold (though it was more like just leaning on each other as they never raised their arms higher than the hip). They kissed a good few times again but it was like a rare treat.

Despite everything neither had actually been with another man before, y/n got close at a gay bar a while ago but a light shined directly into his eyes and he got a migraine that forced him to leave. The unfortunate side effect of previous head injuries. Meanwhile Price had casual relationships with women in the past but not men, however it's not like they lasted for too long anyways as his devotion to his work spared little room for it. So sue them if they didn't know what to do, this was all brand new and definitely badly timed.

They kept up in a pattern; mission, meetings, and then downtime. Complete a good weeks worth of work, discuss their next steps (and start on them), then pull out a drink and chat. Consider it just their luck that the night things finally felt like they were heating up, privacy was near guaranteed, and tomorrow posed no urgent challenge that Soap decided knocking wasn't necessary and stood there bewildered by the doorway till he caught their attention. Johnny was incredibly apologetic and promised not to tell anyone but the two older men decided it would be better to just come clean before something like that happened again. Laswell of course wasn't surprised, but Gaz and Ghost had a momentary pause that they quickly reassured wasn't from judging just surprise. Overall it went over smoothly and it had the added bonus of giving Price and y/n more alone time.

(Note: however, the second it was clear to Soap he could freely chat about Price and y/n's relationship it became open season for the worst jokes imaginable. When Soap wasn't instantly flayed, the other guys would join in with a particular "dad joke collector" Ghost staking his claim in the torment).

By the time y/n's work was over Price was hesitant to let him go, knowing they would not have this closeness again unless one of them gave up their current lifestyle. It was honestly a bit tempting, Price had spent about his whole life in the military and it wasn't like anyone could really judge a well seasoned man for retiring. But instead y/n gave him his phone number and the two split ways no matter how badly they yearned otherwise.

And that's how they stayed for the next couple of years, Price always calling from a burner and y/n being left to wait for him by the landline. Bi-monthly they would chat, y/n giving life updates and Price venting about how the 141 were going to give him a damn heart attack. Y/n got service dog, a great dane named Lucy who he couldn't help but boast about to the point the others wanted updates on her too. Price could sometimes hear her sniffing at the phone and was dying to see her in person. It relieved him to know y/n had someone (or something) there with him as the other man had admitted to feeling lonely at home. Still a big part of Price wished that someone could've been him.

Over time Price reconsidered his stance on retirement with a series of back to back events being his solidifying his choice. It started off with a call from y/n, his family had come into town to visit after years of radio silence and at first it seemed to be going well. That was until his parents asked about his relationship. They sewed a lot of seeds of doubt, not privy to their son dating a male but also not believing it was serious enough to be real considering they never saw Price. His parents were happy to grind their heel into any anxieties their son had which ended up in a full blow up during his mother's birthday. Y/n ended up storming out after his mom made a show of mocking his relationship in front of extended family. He was humiliated that his parents could still get a rise out of him even in his old age. Price had gotten a call from y/n afterwards who sounded completely exhausted. Price desperately wanted to be there to comfort his lover but ultimately the only thing he could do was verbally console him.

Within the same week Price began noticing a small shake to his hands. Nothing serious but still not something you'd want to see, especially as a sniper. He couldn't tell if it was age, an injury, or stress but it left him with an odd feeing in his stomach. Like his body was trying to tell him something.

And a little while after that it seemed Soap decided to deliver on that heart attack joke. Out cold in a hospital bed with a list of injuries too long to name, the scotsman had everyone in a panic. Ghost in particular didn't take it well and, while he was good at being outwardly calm, anyone who knew the man proper could tell he was terrified. He just had this vague vacant look in his eye, it wasn't hard to determine he was probably disassociating. Gaz on the other hand tried to keep some semblance of positivity even if he was running on empty. Not the kind of peppy “everything is gonna be okay!” positivity but a rather light kind. The type where you try not to let your own doubt eat you upside by never verbally stating reality. He didn't want this to be the end so he wasn't about to act like it, but he was undoubtedly scared shitless.

Price had called y/n after the incident and it became his turn to be consoled. He wasn't a crier but he imagined if he was there would've been at least a few. He had dealt with shit like this before, but the secret was it never got easier you just got better at being quiet about it. He knew y/n understood that.

However by some grace of god Soap woke up. The man was shockingly resilient and not about to let himself get felled by just anything. The asshole was even joking within the first few minutes of consciousness much to Price's chagrin but Ghost and Gaz couldn't have been happier. Those two stayed with Soap for a while and Price was certain he heard scot getting bitched out from across the hall. Make no mistake, even while mad at him for being reckless they were glad to be ranting to his face rather than a casket.

Y/n got another call after that, the bi-monthly quota quickly exceeded, to deliver the good news. The call was admittedly shorter than their usual but it left them both feeling far more hopeful than the last. When Price closed his burner he couldn't help but think about being there with y/n in person, getting to say these things to his face, even getting to hold him. He hadn't been kissed in years now and he yearned for a moment of peace like that especially after all that stress. A silent decision was made, a bit impulsively, but it was a long time coming.

After Soap was back up and running the man started taking missions again, this time with an extra watchful eye from the team. But to everyone's surprise one person wouldn't be joining them. In an uncommonly personal meeting, Price announced his retirement to the rest of the 141. Soap had opposed in a panic thinking this was due to his accident, and while it might've inspired part of it, Price assured him this was something he had been thinking about for a while. He felt it was time and well... he had someone he knew was waiting for him.

The meeting, while bittersweet, left off on a note of pride. Not everyone can say they retired by will and especially not a man of Price's caliber. The team were happy for him but also demanded he try to stay in touch even if only slightly. With a hug from everyone (a shoulder pat from Gaz, a crushing squeeze from Soap, a light hold from Ghost, and a rather sentimental one from Laswell) he said his goodbyes and gave y/n another call.

Y/n sounded a little frazzled upon picking up and confusingly Price noted the sound of another voice in the background, distinctly female. As it turns out it was one of y/n's cousins who, after the birthday disaster, decided to get in contact with him. She felt bad for how the rest of their family had treated him and wanted to make sure he was doing alright. Apparently Ying, as she turned out to be named, was absolutely enamored with Lucy and was giving the dane the play session of a lifetime hence the sounds of chaos. Price instantly eased, especially with how relaxed y/n began to sound as he had settled in to his cousins presence.

They chatted like usual but y/n could hear a strong sense of sappiness to Price's voice as he closed the phone.

It took about 3 days for Price to make his way over to y/n apartment and to say he got a warm welcome would be an understatement. The ex-captain hadn't actually told his lover about the retirement or his planned arrival so the other man was completely surprised, but overjoyed. It had taken years but they were finally here together again. Holding back felt unnecessary, they kissed right in the doorway as they clutched at each others bodies. The sensation made everything so much more real and they likely would've stood there for way longer if Lucy hadn't poked her nose into them. Price was was thrilled to finally see the big mutt in person and she took a quick shine to him.

Within a couple weeks later Price had tried to settle in but it wasn't working. The apartment was just too damn small especially with two grown men and a giant dog in it. Lucy often had to be taken out to the local dog park for exercise and Ying came in to visit from time to time which only cramped the space more. It was practically inevitable that they were going to search for a bigger home so they eventually started a search. Originally they looked into more apartments, but just one peek at their current set up (and into Lucy's big brown eyes) they knew they needed something much bigger.

The search took a while but they eventually settled on simple cabin with a good two acres. It was remote enough that they didn't have neighbors, but also close enough to civilization that they could keep in touch with Ying. Plus there was a lake not too far from it which made for a great fishing spot. Price did most of the packing but they didn't have too many items anyways so one small u-haul was all they needed.

The cabin had a strong musky scent from the wood, the floorboards would creek with each, and the whole place was perfect. Settling into this was much easier, something about it just felt natural. Maybe it was the amount of room, maybe it was the peaceful location, or maybe it was they were together. Whatever the reason, Price felt he had made the right choice.

Come half a year later, they've accumulated a few things to decorate their house, had their fair share of fishing days out by the lake, and maybe made a good couple of messes or two. Ying was an active visitor and even brought her husband along with her from time to time. Seeing her car pull up into the driveway was a common sight but this time she walked with a nervous excitement which was practically suffocating. Y/n let her in and she asked if she could have a talk with him. The two went over to the couch to chat as Price went into the kitchen to make a quick coffee. He could hear a series of spikes in tone, serious, excited, antsy, all forming together until he finally popped into the room to see a smile on his love and his cousins face.

Ying was pregnant with her first child and wanted to know if they could be the godfathers.

#my writing #mw #price cod #captain price #john price #john price x male reader #price x male reader #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #old man yaoi #okay I gotta keep working on my finals now #but at least theres gay old men

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cinnamonest · 1 year

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Hello all. Sorry for my radio silence until now, here's a half-vent-post, half-update-post for the mess I have going on.

So, my second doctor's appointment... I am very grateful to have a wonderful employer who let me take some time off, so since I've been not great, I've gone to stay with my parents for the week.

I am experiencing what I was told is something called "polydipsia," which I can only describe as something I would come up with if I were asked to devise a new method of psychological torture. It's the sensation of intense, constant thirst, but drinking water doesn't do anything. Like, you know how normally when you're super thirsty and drink water, you feel a sensation of relief when you drink water? That doesn't happen. When you swallow and put the glass down, the thirst is just as intense as it was before you drank, it just... does nothing. You just stay insanely, incredibly thirsty, nonstop, and there is nothing you can do, no amount of drinking makes the sensation go away, but you keep getting the urge to drink because that's what your brain compels you to do.

It was mild at first, now it's reached a point that I'm chugging bottles of water, just nonstop, can barely sleep due to thirst. I know it could be so much worse and a lot of people have much worse things and this is minor by comparison, and I'm very grateful this isn't painful, but it's driving me insane. Just the constant sensation that you're trying to fix but nothing alleviates it at all despite trying is frustrating in a way I cannot describe and it's slowly worn me down to the point of psychological exhaustion.

Apparently, this may be due to some kidney issue. If so that means basically all that water I'm drinking, is actually not being absorbed by my body, my kidneys do nothing, so basically it's as if I'm not drinking at all. So, effects of dehydration as well.

At first with the urgent care doctor I went to initially, I was told that I am not diabetic due to blood sugar normal levels and that I had a kidney problem I needed to see a specialist for. Then I finally got an appointment with the primary care doctor, who said that may be incorrect because diabetes would easily explain the polydipsia. However, the last blood sample they took for lab work they did a few days ago came back and it turns out, once again, I am in fact NOT diabetic.

They drew even more blood and did a series of extensive fluids tests, basically measuring the contents by electrolyte, so I would get updates of lab results sent to me reading like "potassium - normal" and "chloride - normal" etc etc as they test each component. Everything kept coming back as being at normal levels until it hit sodium, and then for some reason, sodium and only sodium got flagged as being imbalanced.

I may have "diabetes insipidus", I'll just have to wait for testing results.

Unfortunately, with comically impeccable timing, I needed wisdom teeth taken out as it's apparently already begun to undo my previous expensive orthodontic work, so I just got out of wisdom tooth surgery yesterday. However, since I have ADHD meds (which are amphetamines) flowing through my body, they put me under general anesthesia rather than laughing gas.

So it's done, my mouth is stuffed with gauze, I'm numb with opioids for the gaping holes in my gums, I feel like a pincushion with the number of needles that have been stuffed in me in the last 72 hours, but it's done and hopefully I won't need anything more.

#i am so grateful my employer made this easy and was so understanding i love her #a few years ago at my old job i nearly got fired because i had to be rushed to the hospital and thus missed work #'we expected you to be there and you didn't show? you didn't even call me to let me know?'#like oh right my bad sorry for being unconscious #also on the bright side being given anesthesia rather than laughing gas means I didnt have that embarrassing loopy post-surgery phase #however i was still very like spacey and dizzy and disoriented while waking up which isnt quite the same but #the lady was like 'here's your jacket you can put it back on now' and I said 'thank you' and immediately dropped it on the ground #or so my mother recalled to me #sorry miss nurse

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 months

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Urgent Conversations – Keys

I walked into Soonami's offices with my arms tightly wrapped around myself. As I walked through the cubicles, no one paid any attention to me. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard him arguing with Mouser.

"And that was the heartbreaking story of Blue Shirt Guy," I heard Mouser cheer. "The end."

I know more about Soonami and Free City than I should. That's what happens when you are dating Keys. He comes to your place after work and vents about Mouser and Antwon and the stupid shooter game he works for.

"Doesn't make sense," Keys mumbled. Any confidence I felt when I first arrived disappeared as they started walking toward me. I stopped walking and ducked into a random hallway as they walked past me, toward the employee lounge.

"What?"

"I just checked the server stats," he continued. "We killed Blue Shirt and the number of players online didn't change.

"It's just a glitch, man," Mouser said, unphased. "It's not a big deal."

"I know, I know," he sighed. "It just seems like that's something new, you know?"

"Keys, I know what you're thinking, okay?" Mouser cut him off. "You should not talk to Antwan."

"I just think it's important to be transparent, okay?" Keys defended himself as they walked into the employee lounge. It was this giant glass box in the middle of the office, so I could still hear them without a problem.

"No," Mouser said instantly. "Antwan is deep in the sequel launch. He's either not gonna care or he's gonna get pissed and then he's gonna blame us. So, I don't know what you haven't figured out about the whole situation. Also, aren't you some kinda MIT genius, indie game designer? What are you doing down here dealing with complaints?"

"That, Mouser is a long and pathetic story involving failed dreams, desperation, and a mountain of college debt. You do not wanna hear about that."

"You're absolutely right," Mouser smirked. "That story sounds horrible and boring and full of white privilege. Don't talk to Antwan."

Mouser froze when he saw me. The smirk on his face made my stomach sink. "Umm. . . Keys?"

"What?" He sighed, his back facing me.

"I think someone is here to see you."

Keys turned to look at him but saw me over Mouser's shoulder. My heart jumped into my throat as I lifted my arm and slowly waved.

Keys eyes widened as he quickly put his coffee cup down and ran out of the employee lounge, toward me.

"Hey, you," I smiled weakly. I gasped when Keys grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the office.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked once we had gotten to the elevators.

"I thought we could go to lunch," I said, slightly caught off-guard by his reaction.

"Y/N, you know I love going to lunch with you, but I can't," he said. "And I'm sorry, but you need to leave."

"But. . ."

"I could get in trouble," he sighed. "Antwan is really weird about guests in the office. I could get fired."

"Keys. . ."

"Please, Y/N, go home," he pushed. "I need to get back to work, okay?"

"Can we at least go get a coffee?" I asked.

"I can't, Y/N. You know how weird Antwan is."

"But. . . I really need to talk to you, Keys," I forced out.

"How about this," he said, looking over my shoulder, "I will pick up dinner on my way to your apartment and we can talk."

He kissed my cheek before starting to walk back into the office.

"It's urgent," I said, under my breath. When he reached the office door, I forced myself to speak up. "Please, Keys. It's really important and it can't wait. If I have to wait, I feel like I'm gonna. . ."

Keys turned around when my voice broke. His eyes widened when he saw the tears beginning to stream down my face. He ran over to me and gently grabbed my arms.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered.

"I told you. . . I really need to talk to you," I barely got out between the tears.

"Okay," he said instantly. "Let's talk about it, gorgeous. I'm sorry."

He grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers. I couldn't help but be a little surprised when he led me back into the office. He ignored Mouser's look as he led me through the cubicles to a conference room in the back.

He closed the door behind us and led me over to a small couch in the corner. He sat down, pulling me with him.

"What's on your mind, beautiful?"

"It's umm. . . Well, the thing is. . . I haven't been. . . I mean, this is just. . . It's a make or break. . ."

"Y/N?" He whispered as he reached up and moved a piece of hair behind my ear. "Talk to me."

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

I held my breath as I waited for his response. I tried to read his facial expression but I couldn't. My heart sank when he stood up and pulled me with him. I gasped when he threw his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

"This is amazing," he whispered as he held me.

"I'm so relieved you feel that way," I said, happy tears now falling down my cheeks. "I was so scared, Keys."

He slowly pulled out of our hug and studied me. "Did you think I'd leave you? That I'd just turn around and walk away from you and our baby?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I didn't know. All I did know was how scared I was the minute the test came back positive."

Keys leaned down and gently kissed me. He broke the kiss and kept his nose pressed to mine. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered. "And I will be right by your side the entire time. Nothing is ever going to take me away from you and our child."

Suddenly, a strange look flashed across his face. He took a small step back and studied me.

"Keys," I said, my voice suddenly soft. "Are you okay?"

My breath got caught in my throat when he slowly knelt down on one knee, my hands still in his.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"Can't let our baby grow up without a dad," he chuckled. "Y/N, my darling, will you. . ."

"Wait," I cut off his proposal. "I love you, Keys. You know that. But. . ."

"But what?" He asked, not an ounce of anger in his voice.

"I don't want you to marry me just because I'm pregnant," I admitted.

Keys chuckled as he stood up and reached into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet. I watched as he opened it and pulled something out. My heart beat against my chest as he showed me an engagement ring.

"Since the day we met, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he said. "I have been carrying this around since our one-month anniversary. So, yes, I am asking you to marry me after you told me you were pregnant, but I have wanted to marry you for a long time. I love you, Y/N and I can't wait to start our life together. You, me, and our baby."

I made him laugh as I threw my arms around him. He wrapped my arms around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"I love you, Y/N," he repeated.

"I love you so much, Keys," I whispered, happy tears streaming down my face.

After a few minutes of silence, Keys spoke up again. "You know," he whispered, "you never answered my question."

"Oh!" I gasped, giggling as I pulled out of our hug. Before I could answer, Keys grabbed my left hand and knelt back down.

"Y/N, the love of my life," he started again, "you mean so much to me, darling. All I want to do is make you happy. I will do whatever it takes to give you the life you deserve. You and our baby. I will take care of both of you. I promise. I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry the man who loves you more than anything in the world?"

"Yes," I giggled. "I'd be happy to marry the father of my baby."

#walter mckeys #Keys #free guy #keys imagine #joe keery imagines #joe keery

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small vent (please don’t read if it will stress you out or if you’re young — cw of past self harm and unhappiness but I am in no active danger and there’s nothing to worry about, but also just mentioning that in case someone were to open this and then get surprised by the content)

I feel so lonely lately and I don’t know what to do because i feel like I am making an effort to connect with people, maybe I’m not, but I feel as though I am and it’s just really frustrating to have that disconnect of what I feel like I’m doing and the actual result of it, I feel like no one really wants to talk to me, does that make sense? Like I can’t actually have a conversation with anyone, and I’m not blaming anyone for this, because I’m not a good conversationalist, this isn’t me trying to make bad people out of anybody at all but just I’m so frustrated and so lonely and it’s not getting any better. and of course as tends to happen I feel like, really down( and like time is slipping through my fingers, and I feel like I can’t do anything I want to do because I end up worrying or upset about something instead, I can’t stop thinking about stuff I’ve said or things I need to do or things other people have said and what I thought they’re thinking of me. I used to basically feel like this all the time a few years ago but it was going away, until recently when I feel very alone and like it’s worse than it was. I also feel super pathetic once again for putting this here instead of a diary but it’s hard sometimes to not want to know what you guys think, like —is this normal? I worry I’m too concerned with myself

I’ve also been thinking a lot for the last few weeks about hurting myself, because I used to in the past. I won’t do it of course and like if I were to do it it’s not as though I would want to mention that here because I know it’s catching and it hurts people because hurting yourself shouldn’t be presented as an option and it isn’t an option, so I won’t do it, but I do want to hurt myself because I just don’t feel well!! I actually did contact my doctor a few days ago to talk about how I am and my health but they haven’t gotten back to me yet. I know that it’s not how you should cope with bad feelings, but it’s also the only thing that’s ever worked for me

I think all in all I feel really alone, and I feel like I’m always embarrassing myself, like, I feel like the people around me are embarrassed of me. I don’t know why I feel so bad and if it’s normal or not. Like, should I more urgently go and see my doctor, or does everyone struggle feeling such low self esteem? I know life is hard for everybody, and for many much harder than I’ll ever experience, and so I’m caught feeling very ashamed of myself and alone, and like I’m doing things wrong but unaware of it. It’s a relief at least to not be suicidal because in the past I would get so anxious about things I would get tunnel vision and I’d need it to stop, whereas now I just feel quite depressed (sorry if that’s the wrong word) about it. I wish I could identify what it is that’s throwing me off kilter so badly. I hope it’s okay to talk about this here because I don’t think anyone will understand in my life how I’m feeling, I try to talk about it with my mam sometimes but she’s not the most empathetic person, or like she’s too empathetic maybe, and if I tell her I’m feeling depressed she’ll say me too and then guide the conversation about her life without really giving me a chance to speak to her about what’s really on my mind, or she might tell me (again) to go on ozempic (which I do not medically need). And I love my sisters but I can’t tell them either, so it’s just like desperately wanting to confide in someone, but everyone else is too busy

I think my life is just a black hole forever, you know, I don’t mean to be upset about it because things are better than they were, but it’s hard knowing that I’m not experiencing what other people are, and that I’m not connecting with people, and that I’m hard to like

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anxious-witch · 7 months

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NaceKris prompt since you like angst and hurt and comfort: Kris is losing his shit over being compared to his dad again and feeling like he's not good enough, and goes to Nace to vent (I can't wait to read this one this is also very much for my own pleasure)

Sorry this took so long, this drabble got entirely too long. I hope you like it!

That said before reading. I wasn't actively trying to write Kris as autistic, but I might have slipped up. The meltdown he has is definitely...indicatory of that so just heads up for that. In case it may trigger someone, maybe skip this one

Kris stared at the headline of a portal on his phone. He shouldn't click on it. He really, really shouldn't.

Is Gušti's son on a way to surpass his father's fame with his band?

It was a click-bait. Kris knew it was a click-bite. And he knew his day was already shitty so he though: Oh, why the fuck not at this point? He clicked on the article. The article went in depth about Miha Guštin's career, and compared it to Kris'. And in comparison, Kris did not look particularly great.

And then the article ended with saying that a more appropriate comparison would be perhaps between Gušti and Bojan.

Kris closed the article. He put his phone on the table, away from him, but the words haunted him. How could he ever compare?

His whole life he was always walking either in his father's shadow or Bojan's. And he felt like a wilted flower, tired of forever trying to get to the sun.

No. He didn't think that. Being in the center of attention could be even worse. He saw the toll it took on Bojan. How his father still couldn't go anywhere in public without being recognized or photographed.

He just felt so...useless. Plain, in comparison. Bojan used to joke when they were younger that every good main character needs a few interesting side characters. That's exacrly what Kris was. A side character.

There is also a question of if Gušti's son would have ended up on the musical scene at all without the influence of his father.

His breath came in short gasps. Kris closed his mouth and forced hinself to try and breathe through his nose. Breathe in for four seconds, gold for seven, exhale for eight. And again.

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number he wanted before he could think about it.

"Hi, Kris," Nace's deep voice greeted him from the other side.

"Can I come over?"

Nace paused, no doubt hearing his voice wavering. There was sizzling in the background and Kris realized that Nace was probably in the middle of making lunch.

He truly knew how to pick the time for a mental breakdown.

"Of course. But are you...okay? Do you want me to come to you?"

"No, no. It's fine. I'll...we can talk when I get there."

Kris could practically see Nace furrowing his brows. Worrying if Kris was truly well enough to walk to his place, like they didn't live ten minutes away from one another.

"It's fine, really. See you in a few."

He ended the call before Nace coukd say anything else. Even just hearing his voice calmed him down a bit.

The walk to Nace's apartment wasn't long, but to Kris' spiralling thoughts, it felt like ages. When he finally reached it and rang the doorbell, he felt overwhelming relief.

Loud barking came from the other side of the door. Kris heard Nace cursing as he tried to get around Ollie and unlock the door.

Kris did his best to put on a smile as the doors opened.

"Get in quickly, before he gets out," Nace said urgently.

Kris stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Ollie immediately began jumping at him and demanding attention. He crouched down to pet him and let him lick his hands. He grit his teeth and counted to ten to not flinch from it.

"Right. Ollie, that's enough, let him breathe."

"It's okay. Really."

He was still crouching down, so he had to look up. Of course, that was the moment he noticed Nace was wearing a black tank top.

The bassist didn't wear sleeveless shirts often, but God we he did...fuck. Kris had to concentrate.

"I'm okay, I think. It was. I read an article I shouldn't have and I just..."

...wanted to see you. He swallowed. Thankfully, Nace seemed to understand. He offered Kris a hand to pull him up.

"Let's go to the living room first."

Saliva from Ollie licking his hands suddenly became very uncomfortable. Almost burning. And Nace was probably going to eat.

"I'll just go wash my hands first," Kris said, getting up without taking Nace's hand.

Ollie whined sadly at the lack of attention and Nace gave him a worried look right before Kris dashed to the bathroom.

He took a few deep breaths, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Then he thoroughly washed his hands with soap. He stopped when the skin started getting red. He didn't want Nace asking questions about that.

He found Nace setting up the table in the dinning room. He put down two plates. And on the left side, where Kris prefered to sit, there was a fork, a spoon and a knife he liked. His chest felt warm. He never explicitly told Nace this, but he noticed anyway.

"I wasn't sure if you ate already but I figured it won't hurt to put another plate for you."

"Thank you," Kris said quietly.

He sat down and only then did he dare to sneak a look at Nace, who sat at the opposite side of the table. Maybe it was the light. Or the fact that Kris felt shaky and Nace was always so solid and steady. Like Kris could lean on him and he would not crack under the weight Kris was carrying.

Whatever it was, it made tears suddenly run down his cheeks. Like the pressure caught up with him all at once and was now crushing his chest.

There was a sound of chair scrapping against the floor, and it seemed so loud at the moment Kris had to cover his ears. He was sobbing, he realized, almost distantly.

It felt like he was shifting in an out of his body. One moment he was so overwhelmed with all the sensations and in the other he felt completely numb. He knew he was crying but felt none of it.

Then the lights turned off and the radio that played in the background was silenced, too. All he could hear for the moment were his own sobs and heavy breathing.

"Kris?"

Nace's voice was soft and quiet. It didn't feel like someone scratching their nails over his ears. Kris slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

"Can I touch you?"

Kris considered it. He didn't think he could stand that yet, though. He shook his head.

"Okay. How about we go through the exercise we do with Bojan?"

Kris almost snapped that he wasn't having a panic attack. That this was different. That everything was just too much. But that would use up too much air. And Nace looked so worried. He nodded.

"Okay. Only focus on five things you can see, okay? You don't have to tell me which ones out loud, just count them."

He didn't have the strenght to roll his eyes. Instead, he counted. One, Nace. Two, red tablecoth with a horrendous Christmas pattern. Why did it have Christmas pattern? It was October.

"Don't get distracted," Nace gently reprimanded.

Right. Counting.

Three, the table. Four, the plate. Fifth...the fork.

He looked back at Nace and nodded once, indicating he was done.

"Alright. Four things you can touch?"

One, the hoodie he was wearing. Two, his jeans. Three, the chair he was sitting on. Four...

He reached out and carefully grasped Nace's shoulder. Well, a place between his shoulder and neck, so his hand was touching his shirt. It felt more bearable when it was him touching Nace and there was a layer if soft cotton between their skin.

"Three things you can hear."

Nace's voice. Faint buzzing of the refrigerator. Their heavy breathing.

He nodded again.

"Two things you can smell?"

Tomato soup on the table, steaming from the pot. Faint traces of Nace's cologone.

Another nod.

"One thing you can taste?"

Nothing. Just water he drank earlier. He supposed that counted, though. He nodded.

"Okay. Do you feel a bit better?"

He considered it. He felt exhausted but certainly less overwhelmed. And his hand on Nace's shoulder wasn't painful sensation, but just a neutral one. That was a good sign.

"Yes."

"Alright. Do you want to eat, or would you prefer to lie down on the couch for a bit?"

"Lie down."

This time, when Nace offered him his hand, Kris took it. It was warm and slight callused. Steady.

He took him to the living room and covered him with a blanket when Kris laid down. Turned off the lights.

"I will just go get my plate."

So that was how Kris ended up with his eyes closed, listening to Nace eating his soup. And really, it should have been an annoying sound but somehow...it wasn't.

Then Nace put his plate on the coffee table with a dull clank. Kris cracked his eyes open, just to see Nace looking at him.

"Can I get you water? Or juice? Or...something?"

"Water would be nice."

When Nace came back with a glass, he held it to Kris' lips instead of letting him take it. His cheeks warmed. He drank and tried not to think about how suggestive this looked like.

Nace quietly set the glass aside after he was done and sat back down. Silence streched.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kris huffed. He supposed he should. He did just barge into Nace's apartment and had a meltdown. Potentially scarred his dog, since Ollie was nowhere to be found.

"I just had a really shitty day. My coffee maching broke, so I had to get a coffee to go from a cafe, which meant I was almost ten minutes late to the practice. And you know how that went, you were there. Jan managed to cut his finger on a string badly and there was blood and I couldn't find my first aid kit because Bojan put it in the wrong drawer-"

"Kris. Breathe."

He fidgeted with his sleeve and took few deep breaths. In and out. In and out. He rubbed his hands over his jeans, letting the texture ground him.

"Right. And then I came home and I was scrolling through Instagram and someone mentioned an article that talked about me and my dad. So I looked it up and it went on to essentially explain how I will never measure up to him and they are sort of right because. No I won't, our careers are different anyway, but then I realized how fucking useless-"

He stopped as Nace took his hands in his own. He gently rubbed over his knuckles and suddenly Kris was tongue-tied.

"Sorry. Should have asked before touching you."

"It's okay."

More than okay, now. It was comforting. He didn't always like touch and not from anyone, but he didn't mind it now.

"You are not your dad and you don't have to be. You are your own person, with your own way of doing things."

Kris opened his mouth, but Nace raised his hand to stop him.

"No-don't interrupt me. I know you know that, but you still try so hard to be perfect all the time. Jesus, Kris you sometimes hold yourself to such impossible standard, it pains me to watch."

Kris simply stared at him. No one ever put it that way. It was always just "You don't have to me like your dad". But never "You don't have to be perfect at all, even in a way specific to you".

"Oh."

Nace's expression softened. He gently pulled him into a hug, Kris' face perfectly fitting between his shiulder and neck. Few tears escaped him as Nace stroked his hair.

"You are good enough as you are. You don't have to try. And you don't have to compete all the time with Bojan, either. Life isn't a competition."

Kris chuckled, despite the tears.

"Kind of feels like it for me."

"Because you never let yourself relax and just...be yourself. Breathe. Relax. I promise you are safe."

Nace's words slowly sank in and to his surprise, he felt like he could finally relax. Let all the bitterness slip away for a moment.

He pulled Nace closer, so they somehow both ended up lying on the couch that was certainly not made for teo men their size. Still, they managed.

"Can you help me with that?"

"With what? Being yourself?"

Kris rolled his eyes and slightly pulled back so he could look at Nace. He reached his hand out and cupped his face. Stroked his thumb over his cheek. Finally allowing himself to do it.

Nace's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. His eyes carefully considered him.

"No. To relax."

"I don't think your definition of relaxing is a good idea right now."

Kris huffed. Maybe it was the bone deep exhaustion that started to settle in, or the fact that he figured that surely, this day can't get much worse. Whatever it was, it made him lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Nace's lips.

Nace didn't kiss him back.

"I'm sorry-"

"I am not rejecting you. I just don't think this is a good idea while you are this upset."

That was...infuriatingly reasonable. Still, Kris felt embarrassed and slightly disappointed. It felt like a rejection.

Nace sighed.

"Kris. I promise we can talk about this later. For now...how about you get some rest? You look tired."

Kris bit his lip. He was tired. But he was also very comfortable with Nace next to him. He snuggled back into his neck.

"Only if you stay."

Nace kissed the side of his head.

"Always."

Not everything was okay, and however his talk with Nace later went, not everything will magically get solved. But maybe for now...Kris could relax. Just for a bit.

With that as his last thought, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Safe and sound.

#nacekris #my writing #joker out fanfic #kris guštin #nace jordan #joker out

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