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hyunnie04 · 2 months

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lee know x reader, hurt/comfort | m.list

wc: 1.4k | warnings: themes of depression and struggling with mental health

a/n: this fic is a little self indulgent as i haven't been feeling great lately. so i hope this brings comfort to anyone who needs it ♡

you don’t remember how long you’ve been sitting in the tub. you’re sure your hands have pruned and wrinkled due to the prolonged time you have been in here, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

the sides of your head pulses as a migraine at the forefront of your temple starts to fully form. you had hoped a moment of reprieve in the bath would calm your nerves and ease your headache, but it had yet to do so.

the droplets fall slowly against your furrowed eyebrows and taut expression, dripping freely down on your chin and on the dewy expanse of your chest. both arms are splayed limply across the sides of the tub, staring blankly ahead at the white tiled walls above, unmoving.

the temperature was warm, too warm for your usual liking but you didn’t seem to mind today, welcoming the dull pain it brought. the white tiles that you’ve been staring at for what seemed like forever stared back at you.

the silence was deafening.

a lot has been on your mind lately. the restless and constant feeling of not being good enough and comparing yourself to others caused you to no longer find enjoyment in the things you used to love doing.

words that usually meant nothing had stuck themselves inside your head as well, dissecting every meaning when they had none. sleep did not come easily to you these nights, tossing and turning, failing to succumb into the comforting arms of sleep.

isolation became your company in these moments, withdrawing yourself from everything. missing out on a lot of stuff, in turn, made you feel worse than you already did.

you knew you should probably tell someone about your problems but you just couldn't find it in yourself to do it. the last thing you wanted to be was a bother.

some days are admittedly better than others, where you’re able to get things done, to do your obligations and continue on with life like normal. but when you least expect it, it creeps up on you, pulling you back into that unhealthy head space.

you tried to force these thoughts and feelings down for a long time, pretending that everything was fine. today was apparently the day it all came rising up, unable to keep a lid on your bubbling emotions.

a sense of dread hung over your head, eyes aching from all the crying you did. wet strands of hair had clumped together, obscuring your view, perturbed by how sometimes your skin doesn't feel like yours.

“y/n?”

the bathroom starts to fog with mist, clouding the glass and mirrors, the water slowly scalding your skin. the call to sink down into the water and never come up are louder than ever.

“-y/n? are you in there?” a voice makes itself known. lifting yourself up a little bit, startled at the faintest sound of knocks.

you forget that minho would be home around this time. a hand flies towards your forehead to ease the pounding pain. shit, you haven't started making dinner.

it takes a while before you answer, collecting yourself as to not sound as shaky. “yeah! just finishing up, i'll be out in a sec.”

“don’t get out, i'll join you.” he yells back, the sound of padding feet against the wooden floors reverb through out the apartment. your eyes flicker at his sudden decision, causing you to sigh and sink down into the water once more.

as much as you adored and love him and how most days would let him join you with no hesitation, you silently hoped that he wouldn't today. you couldn't bear to let him see you in this state, all disheveled and puffy eyed. but it was rare when he was even home, given his grueling schedule.

so you wait for him patiently to come over to your shared bathroom, hugging your legs tightly. you remember to turn the cold tap on and off before he enters, water droplets filling in the silence.

when he finally creaks open the door with nothing on but a bathrobe and a silly cat headband that kept his hair away from his forehead on, you can't help but smile even if it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

you inch farther into the corner, making space for him quietly as he gets in. if he had noticed the temperature of the water that had yet to cool down, he made no attempt to comment.

the two of you don't say anything for the time being, just in each other's corner, relaxing and leaning your arms on the cool edge of the tub.

“you’re quiet.” his voice echoes. minho’s voice cuts through the silence, a stark contrast to the quietness of the bathroom just moments ago.

“i’m sorry.”

feeling minho’s heavy unwavering gaze into the side of your head, you can’t help but feel awful. you don’t mean to be so curt with him, but any more words from your mouth frightens you, afraid that the underlying shakiness of your voice will give you away.

your eyes still keep averting his, afraid of what expression he might bore. will he look at you with pity? with a tired gaze of disappointment?

he does not. instead, minho grabs one of the lavender scented shampoo bottles placed neatly on the shelf and gestures for you to turn around. you follow his request, albeit apprehensively, turning around.

“there we go.” he says. even if you refuse to meet his eyes, you could tell he was smiling as he said it.

minho takes great care to shampoo your hair, his blunt nails gently raking over your scalp, unknowingly soothing your dreadful headache. minho is observant, very much so. it doesn’t surprise you at all anymore when he suddenly asks.

“what’s wrong, hmm?” he finally says amidst the stillness of the atmosphere, tone dripping of comfort as his hands continue to lightly massage through your soapy tresses. you lean into it like a desperate cat, melting at his simple touch. oh how you've yearned for his touch.

although you don’t answer, his intuitive nature already knows that something was amiss.

“you know i’m always here for you.” minho says, pressing a delicate kiss on your shoulder. his sweet words and murmurs of comfort act like a salve to your aching heart as tears start to gather at your lash line once again.

you always hated making him worry.

the overwhelming emotion brings you to tears, immense guilt ebbing at your seams. minho places his head on your shoulder as you cry, hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you.

he doesn't deserve this, to be left out, to not know the reason you're so distant lately. he trusted you and you trusted him. so you spill every little thing to him.

voice starting to rasp, your stuttering cries now unrestraint without fear of judgement and just allowing yourself to be vulnerable. salty tears start to meld together with the water in the tub, rippling as they fall. at last, you feel lighter. the weight that you carried for so long in your heart doesn't have to be carried alone.

after a while, the hiccupping in your throat and the tears start to subside, leaving you a sniffling mess. turning around to finally face him, you fought the urge to hide in your hands.

"feel a little better now?" minho looks at you with nothing but a loving smile, no underlying judgement, just adoration, and one that makes you dive into him. you feel so utterly loved, what did you do to deserve him?

your arms wrap around his neck, placing apologetic kisses on his lips. he reciprocates, hands going around your back to steady your form. your mouth tumbles out watery apologies as he caresses the skin of your nape, gentle as he can.

you release him, arms still hooked around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes as if he's the center of the universe, and to you, he is. "i love you." the edges of your vision cloud with the tell tale signs of drowsiness, finally finding it in yourself to relax in his hold.

and he lets you, guiding your head to rest on his broad chest, the steady beats of his heart thumping against your temple, grounding you, his feathery light touches lingering.

feelings like these come and go, but minho is a constant that you keep close to your heart.

“thank you for putting up with me.”

"of course, i love you too."

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yandere-writer-momo · 6 months

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Yandere Baki Short Stories: Destiny

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Afab Reader

Decided to make him obsessive (and delusional) rather than a stalker

Minors DNI

The overwhelmingly sweet scent of wisteria was heavy in the air. Hanayama Kaoru recalled it was springtime the first time they met. One many moons ago when he was just at the ripe age of eight…

Kaoru had wandered too far from his mother’s watchful eye and he had seen a young girl sitting under the wisteria. She looked like no other girl he’d seen before so he was sure she was a foreigner. The language barrier only confirmed that.

Yet that didn’t stop the two of them from becoming friends. Kaoru could recall the way her face lit up when she spotted him. Her little hands excitedly waved him over to sit beside her. And who was he to say no?

Kaoru didn’t have the slightest clue on what she babbled about, but her mannerisms drew him in. He wasn’t used to affectionate people, nor had he seen someone weave a flower crown with flowers.

The sweet fragrance of the lavender colored flowers gave him a bit of a headache but it was the thought that counted. Even back then, he wasn’t much of a talker.

Kaoru was able to catch her name being (your name) and that she was six. Her eyes filled with stars and her smile bright enough to be compared to a ray of sunshine. (Your name) was warm and sweet just like spring.

Kaoru found himself sneaking away to visit her often as the days went by. Perhaps that was when the obsession began? Was it when her small hands interlaced with his as she pointed out the various waterfowl in the pond in the park? Or was it when she rested her head on his shoulder and would occasionally doze off? Maybe it was when she tried to teach him a bit of her own language?

No… it was when his mother told him that (your name) probably had a crush on him since she was so physically affectionate. It was only logical, in his eight year old brain, that he accepted her heartfelt feelings. That once they were of age, Kaoru would marry her.

Kaoru did his best to learn some English and he taught (your name) a bit of Japanese. It was wonderful to see the progress they made to be able to speak to each other over the course of the years. And Kaoru couldn’t deny the blossoming feelings he had for her.

Kaoru couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to spend every moment with her. It’s why he’d walk her to school and walk her home. But Kaoru never brought her to his house. He didn’t want (your name) to know he was from a yakuza family and he threatened her peers from telling her.

Kaoru even went as far as to make her promise him they’d be together forever. A promise he planned to keep until the end.

Kaoru found himself always having his hands on her in some way. Whether it was hand holding or hugging, Kaoru wanted to always be near her physically.

Kaoru bought her a stuffed bear one day. It was the start to his many courting gifts. Its cuteness could never compare to hers but Kaoru remembered the way her face lit up. The young girl eagerly compared him to a bear, which he didn’t mind. Bears were strong.

Kaoru began to gift her many gifts throughout their friendship. He loved the way her face lit up and how her eyes sparkled like stars. He swore he’d buy her beautiful things everyday. Beautiful gifts for his beautiful girl.

Kaoru adored how they’d always meet at the park, even when winter began to creep on them. (You name) never failed to show up around the same time each day.

Kaoru failed to realize that (your name)’s mother had caught onto him being a part of a crime family and she wasn’t so accepting of that. The woman would be damned if she let her little girl end up as a crime boss’s wife.

So when he found her cheeks tear stained and her eyes red, he was shocked. Kaoru ran to her side and held her face in his small hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears the best they could. Had someone upset her? He’d beat them up if they did.

Her small arms pulled him against her body in a hug so tight that he thought he’d disappear if she let go. Her body racked with sobs and small apologies spilled through her lips.

Kaoru didn’t understand at the time that she had tried to tell him she was moving away throughout the sobs, that she had to say good bye. Her mother found a new job or something along those lines.

By that time, he was twelve and she was ten. Four years of companionship gone in the blink of an eye.

It was now thirteen years ago that had passed since he saw her last. His first and only love. His spring flower. No… his spring fairy.

Kaoru never forgot her, he couldn’t. She was such a fond memory of warmth that he never wanted to let it go. No matter how hard he tried to move on, no matter how many came to his bed, they could never compare to her.

Kaoru was hopelessly in love with the remnant of the memory of his spring fairy.

Occasionally he would visit the park bench where they would sit together. It now felt like a cemetery to him since he was no longer the innocent child all those years ago. He was a crime lord now. The head of the Hanayama group.

So imagine his surprise when he saw a beautiful young woman sitting on their bench?Her appearance eerily similar to the spring fairy in his dreams. A sundress as white as freshly fallen snow on her figure. She looked like an angel…

And when she turned her head, (eye color) and obsidian met. Kaoru swore electricity shot through him. It was her… it was (your name).

He found his feet push him forward to grab her. He had to snatch her up or else he swore she’d disappear forever.

Kaoru’s strong arms pulled her body into his much larger one. She still had the sweet, floral fragrance of spring flowers but she had grown… she was lovely and soft. Dainty and desirable in every way. A being that must be protected at all cost.

He didn’t have a clue that he scared the poor girl at first. But once she caught a better look at his face, (your name) knew this man was her childhood friend.

“Kaoru?” Kaoru felt himself melt when she uttered his name. The scarred man still had a bit of a hold on her, his eyes softened at her innocent expression.

“Yes… it’s me.” Kaoru smiled at her, his body trembled a bit. Her voice was soft like a breeze, it comforted his very being. How long has it been since he had heard it? “It’s been a long time…”

Kaoru’s breath hitched when her fingers lightly touched the scars on his face. How badly he wished to kiss each of her fingertips just to make sure this wasn’t a wonderful dream.

“You’ve grown so much.” (Your name) gave him a warm smile. “How have you been?”

Kaoru felt himself relax, he felt no need to be guarded around her. “I’ve been good. I’ve missed you.”

He wished to tell her he was better now that he got to see her. That now they could get married since they were adults.

“I’ve missed you too.” (Your name)’s smile didn’t leave her face. “What’s up with the suit? Are you a business man of some sort?”

Kaoru stiffened at the question. Should he tell her to truth? No… she didn’t need to know. (Your name) didn’t know back then, she didn’t need to know now.

“Something like that.” Kaoru moved his hands to hold hers. “Can I interest you in dinner? I’d love to catch up with you.”

(Your name) smiled brightly at him. “I’d love to, Kaoru.”

Kaoru rose up from the bench and helped (your name) up. His large hand tucked hers on the crook of his arm. He was sure to walk slow so she could keep up with him. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. Kaoru only wanted the best for his lady.

This would be the start of their road to a happy marriage.

Kaoru rested his head on (your name)’s. The two sat on a bench in their old park. His suit jacket wrapped around her shoulders to shield her from the chilly night breeze.

“My mom was really upset I came back to Japan.” (Your name) told Kaoru with a chuckle.

“And why’s that?”

“She said there was a monster here that would sink its claws into me.” (Your name) joked with a giggle. “I think she listened to to many folktale stories.”

They had lost track of time, just like they used to. It was refreshing to Kaoru.

“It’s nice to see this place hasn’t changed much.” (Your name) tilted her head up to look at Kaoru.

Kaoru wanted to tell her how he had made sure it wasn’t by being one of the biggest sponsors for the park, but he didn’t want to flaunt his wealth. (Your name) didn’t need to worry her pretty little head on how much money he had.

“I’m glad… it made it easier to find each other.”

A giggle similar to twinkling bells escaped her soft lips, her eyes filled with tenderness when she gazed at him.

“Maybe it was fate?”

Fate? No. Their reunion was destiny and Kaoru would prove it to her…

(Your name) hummed while she sat in her desk chair in her office. A vase of ruby red roses beside her. Her older coworker, Mai, sipped on her coffe. The middle aged woman’s brow furrowed at (your name).

“What has you all chipper?” Mai asked in a presumptuous tone. “Do you have a boyfriend or something? What’s with the flowers?”

“Oh these?” (Your name) gestures to the elegant flowers. “They’re from my childhood friend.”

And that was the truth. Ever since she came back to Japan and reconnected with her childhood friend, life has been good. It was as if Kaoru and her were never apart.

She was surprised the young man still was a gift giver. Kaoru had been spoiling her since their first dinner together. Except rather than plushies and simple gifts, he bought her expensive jewels and bouquets of roses. He was still the sweetest teddy bear…

“Mhmm.” Mai rolled her eyes. “That man is clearly in love with you.”

(Your name) waved Mai off. There was no way Kaoru loved her. They were friends… right?

Kaoru admired various rings at the jewelers. He had to find the most beautiful one for his soon to be wife.

And that’s when he saw it… the perfect ring for his perfect girl.

“How was work?” Kaoru asked (your name) from across the table at the restaurant he brought her to. Kaoru could tell the young woman was a bit tipsy but he didn’t mind. She was more open than usual whenever she had a bit of liquid courage in her.

“It was pretty good. I’m still getting used to the lifestyle here.” (Your name) smiled at Kaoru as she ate her sushi. The young woman waited until she was done chewing to continue speaking. “My coworker told me the most absurd thing today.”

“And what was that?” Kaoru sipped on his glass of whiskey. His eye completely focused on your name). He couldn’t help but admire her. She’s truly grown into a beauty.

“That you’re in love with me-“ Kaoru choked on his whiskey, which alarmed (your name). “Are you alright?”

Kaoru gasped for another minute before he recovered. That had thrown him off completely. Was (your name) oblivious to his courting?

“(Your name)?” Kaoru asked her softly, his voice a bit hoarse. “Do you remember what we promised when we were young?”

(Your name) thought for a moment. “That we’d be together forever?”

Kaoru engulfed her hand in his much larger one, a smile on his face. “Yes.”

“I know that…” (your name) giggled, the young woman sipped on her wine. She was tethering on the thin line between drunk and sober. “I think I should stop drinking.”

Kaoru smiled at her. “I’ll have my driver drive you home safe.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

She should have looked up to see the longing in his eye. Maybe that would have saved her from what was to come…

(Your name)’s cheeks were rosy and her head spun. She rested her head on Kaoru’s shoulder while the two of them sat in the back of his limousine.

“Are you alright?” (Your name) nodded but unconsciously snuggled closer to Kaoru’s warmth.

“Does our time end already? I was hoping for some more time with you…”

Kaoru froze, his body trembled a bit as his mind raced. Did she… did she want to spend the night?

“If you want to… you can.” Kaoru shifted his body a bit so her head now rested on his chest.

(Your name) smiled and sat up to press a quick kiss to his scarred cheek. The man went as still as ice, his obsidian eyes wide.

“You’re always the sweetest-“ Kaoru leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. His body shivered at the contact.

Kaoru could taste the wine on her breath, but he didn’t mind. His strong tongue easily wriggled past her lips and into her mouth for a dance of dominance. His hand held the back of her head while the other held her waist to keep her in place while he feasted.

(Your name) gasped when Kaoru’s hands pawed at her flesh, his kisses slowly becoming needier. She felt as if she was drowning in a bottomless ocean of Kaoru. His scent of tobacco, musk, and roses was too much for her. He was devouring her like a starving wolf.

Kaoru pulled away from her after a few more minutes of making out, a string of saliva connected their swollen lips.

“I’ve dreamed of kissing you for so long…” Kaoru whispered, his nose brushed against hers. “Let’s continue at my place okay?”

Kaoru motioned for Kizaki to take them to his place. The yakuza boss continued to press several needy kisses on (your name)’s lips.

Tonight he’d make her his woman.

Pieces of clothing laid torn apart in ribbons from Hanayama’s hands all over the floor of Kaoru’s grand bedroom. His lips and hands eagerly explored (your name)’s body. His teeth and lips left red marks in their wake. A sign of his ownership over her.

“I want you.” Kaoru muttered into her ear, his thick member slid against her damp entrance. “And I’m going to have you.”

(Your name)’s back arched, a loud gasp spilled from her lips when Kaoru pushed into her. He was so big… bigger than any man she’s ever had.

“You’re so tight…” Kaoru hissed, the man pushing himself deeper into her warmth. His hands gripped her waist to angle her hips up towards him. It was so much better than he imagined.

(Your name) could only grasp onto his forearms to try to brace herself. He was stretching her to her limit. Tears gathered in her eyes while whimpers bubbled from her chest.

Kaoru shushed her, his hips slowly rocked into hers. “It’s going to feel really good soon. Bear with me.”

And it did. (Your name) melted into Kaoru while he hit spots she didn’t even know she had. The bulging of her stomach was lightly pushed on by his hands and it sent her into oblivion.

Kaoru smirked at her reactions, her gasps and moans only egged him on. His hands didn’t leave her hips as he drilled into her. He was sure she’d be sore tomorrow, but Kaoru felt the desire to permanently etch himself into her in a way she’d never forget.

“It feels so good… It feels good, Kaoru.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You!” Kaoru mesmerized her teary face when her eyes met his. Her eyes didn’t leave his, a cry left her lips, “I’m yours!”

Moans soon turned to loud screams of his name. Pure music to his ears while he mercilessly pounded her into his mattress.

Kaoru didn’t stop, even when she came once, now twice. Her finger nails scratched open small crescent wounds on his arms but it did little to deter him. She was his. She was finally his.

Kaoru felt his orgasm finally approach, the man buried himself to the hilt in her. Her body went slack when something hot and heavy exploded within her. Her insides painted white from Kaoru. A permanent reminder now within her.

Kaoru kissed her cheeks and face as he pulled out. His eyes softened at her limp form. Perhaps he had went a little too far… he’d make it up to her in the morning with breakfast and a bath.

But for now, he’d lay beside her. The man reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a little black box.

Kaoru took her left hand in his and slipped the ring on her ring finger while she slept. His eyes softened at her. There… now everything was perfect.

(Your name) woke up with a start in the morning, her eyes widen at the unfamiliar room she was in. Where was she… where were her clothes?!

(Your name) wrapped the blankets around herself, a soreness consumed her. Oh god… what happened?

Kaoru entered the room. A soft smile on his face.

“Good morning. Are you feeling okay?”

“Kaoru… where are my clothes?” (Your name) softly asked him, Kaoru frowned.

“Don’t you remember? We made love last night.” Kaoru whispered, his hand held her cheek in his. His thumb rubs her cheek.

Kaoru and her slept together? Oh no… this complicated things. She should probably leave.”

“I should probably get around and head to work-“ (your name) went to move her legs but she could barely feel them. Kaoru takes her hands in his and that’s when she notices the dazzling ring on her finger.

“You don’t have to worry about work anymore. I called your job to tell them you won’t be returning.” Kaoru smiled at her. Why did he say that with such confidence? Like it was the logical response?

“W-what do you mean-“

“You’re going to be my wife. You won’t need to work anymore.” Kaoru replied softly. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head. “Just like you were always meant to be…”

(Your name) froze when Kaoru pulled the sheets off her a bit.

“If you don’t remember last night, I can always show you what happened.” Kaoru chuckled. “What do you say?”

She should have listened to her mother and never came back to Japan…

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moonlight-canavalia · 5 months

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You're Human Too: Ch.1 Just Human Pair: Gojo x F!Reader Summary: After a difficult day, Gojo ends up knocking at your door, internally panicking you take of him. Feelings that have been ignored for years now make come to the surface. CW: Friends to Lovers, Twinge of Angst, Fluff If you'd prefer to read on AO3

He hated feeling weak, hated how every time he tried protecting people he cared about, it backfired. His feet felt heavy, making his way to your apartment. You were the first person that came to his mind after everything was done. Knowing it was late he hoped you were still up. It took him a second to register the feeling of your hands in his. You felt warm and comforting; compared to the cold and bitterness he was feeling. He heard you say his name, but when he tried speaking nothing came out. He couldn’t begin to form words to explain what he was doing there. Looking at you with eyes and face tinged pink, you could tell he’d been crying. Every hair and nerve in your body felt like needles, you felt as if a cold bucket of water was dumped on you. Calling out his name. Gojo looks at you in complete silence. You call out to him again in a much softer tone. But he still doesn’t answer.

You reach for his hands to lead him to the couch, giving him a slight tug signaling for him to follow you. Once he sat down on the couch you do give a quick once over. You don’t see any cuts or bruises on him. “Hey, Satoru, do you mind if I take your jacket off. I want to make sure you’re alright”. He looks at you and gives a small nod. Before thinking you asked “where are your bandages? Do you have your glasses? I don’t want you to over exert yourself. You’re gonna get a headache”. He says nothing, he’s just looking at you, you know there’s something troubling him but you don’t want to pressure him. Grabbing his hands again, you look at them, look up at his arms, neck and face. You try your best to maintain a calm demeanor.

Worry is eating you, your thoughts are getting loud while everything around you both is silent. You just want to take him into your arms and protect him from it all.

You can’t stand not knowing what’s wrong with him. He’s usually so talkative and upbeat. Not wanting to push him to talk if he’s not ready, you grab his hand and lead him to your sofa. “Hey, talk to me when you’re ready and only if you feel comfortable”.

Standing up, you give him a small smile. “Let me get you a glass of water” you make your way to the kitchen. Barely registering the presence behind you, too lost in your own thoughts on what could have happened. Feeling a sudden hand resting on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts. Surprised, you jumped — turning to him.

“Do you mind if I stay the night?” He asks lowly-barely recognizing his voice. He sounds so tired and defeated.

“Of course not, you’ve never asked before no reason to start now.” You smile at him and continue “You have some clothes here. I’ll get them for you; go take a shower”.

He says nothing, making his way to the bathroom.

After taking his spare clothes to the bathroom, you made your way into the kitchen. Thinking maybe a movie night, some snacks will bring some sort of serenity for his uneasy mind. Even if it’s for a short while.

You two have known each other for years, at this point. The trust between the two of you had been built little by little, growing as time went by. Gojo still struggles at times voicing his feelings. Sometimes needing a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Only then, can he come to you. His emotions can be caught at a glimpse on his face. There one second and gone the next. The need to always seem carefree and unbothered wining. “I’m the strongest” he always says smiling. Though true his statement, it annoys you and sometimes you want to shake him and yell at him that ‘it’s fine to be fucking tired and needing a break’.

You can see thru his guise, sometimes, late at night, during intimate conversations he lets the mask slip off. When the world is silent and seems still, when it feels like it’s just you two, he lets his humanity and feelings come out and take breath.

Filled with hope, you cross your fingers that tonight turns into one of those rare moments. Your worry keeps growing the more minutes pass by, just wanting your normal Satoru back. Mine you think to yourself. When did I start thinking like that, giving yourself a mental slap. The line between friendship and something more has been getting blurred for a while now. But neither of you have voiced anything about it. So the best thing is to just…keep going with whatever it is you both have going on.

Finishing laying some snacks on your coffee table you hear the bathroom door open. “Perfect timing” you murmur - sitting on the sofa. “Come over here let’s watch a movie” you tell him and loudly tap at the spot beside you - turning around to look at him. Hair still damp from the shower, towel around his neck, black joggers on, you take an involuntary sharp breath. No matter what he wears, he’s always breathtaking. Sometimes it’s envy inducing how effortless gorgeous he is. “What movie is it?” he asks in a curious tone. Snapping back - “It came out a while back but I’ve heard it’s good with an interesting twist!” you answer him as he makes his way to sit next to you.

20 minutes into the movie he speaks up “I saw this one, the brother isn’t actually dead. She wasted years looking for his “killer” - he air quotes- but he just wanted to escape their family and start a new life where no one knew him” You just stare at him with wide eyes “Satoru, you really have to STOP spoiling movies for me. I’m gonna ban you from watching movies with me if you keep it up.”

He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders “I saved you from the bad acting. Interesting story and twist but poor execution by the actors part. You should thank me.” and he smiles. The nerve this man has to smile after ruining a movie for before it even really started. You have moved away from him to the other end of the sofa and decide to lay down and take out your phone. Giving him the silent treatment…well you were gonna try at least. He’s not one to take silence so easily tho.

Giving you a few minutes “Come on Y/N...it wasn’t that good anyways don’t be mad” he pouts looking at you giving you puppy dog eyes. Lifting your head from where you were resting it a second ago “I wanted to see it. You could have told me you already saw it when you realized.” Now you’re pouting too and he feels a twinge of guilt in his chest just wanting to this be over. “Okay, okay I should have. We can try another one if you want. Is there anything else you wanted to watch?” he asks genuinely. “Nope” you say loudly while dramatically emphasizing the ‘p’ flopping back to where you had been laying before, jerking your body to face the back rest of the sofa, giving your full attention once again to your phone. Lightly kicking at his side making yourself comfortable.

He really does feel bad, but you look so adorable when annoyed that he can’t help wanting to push your buttons sometimes. Gojo really appreciates you putting up with his antics and how genuine you seem to enjoy his presence. Not used to people wanting to be around him for just him; most wanting something done. After they get what they need they cast him to the side until next time. Not minding it anymore since it’s something he’s become accustomed to; you’ve been a breath of fresh air ever since you two met. That’s why he’d crawl to the ends of the world for you if needed. Ask anything of him and he’d do it without a second thought. You have so much power over him and you don’t abuse it; never once taken advantage of it. Truly a gentle soul in this cursed filled world. Caring, sweet and understanding of him. Usually you’re the one to interject in conversations when people try to speak ill of him. Gojo feels undeserving of having someone like you in his life. There’s so much chaos that surrounds his daily life with being the strongest. Tapping one of your ankles to get your attention- you look away from your phone to focus on Gojo for a second and raise your eyebrow. “Mhm?”.

“Are you done ignoring me?” he asks with mild amusement. He just wanted to spend time with you and didn’t want this to stretch out and you two to actually end up irritated with one another. His hand has come up to rest at your calf - squeezing lightly he says “I won’t do it again. Pinky promise.” sticking out his small pinky. Rolling your eyes at him you sit up and make the pinky promise with him. “You better honor it or I’m cutting your pinky off” you tell him in a incisive tone. Gojo almost believes you’re truly mad at him until he hears the melodic sound of your laughter.

“Honestly? I’ll still watch the movie. I’ll just watch it alone some other day. Just wanted to mess around with you a bit. The plot line sounds interesting so I’m still curious.” you speak offhandedly. Laying your head on his shoulder he sinks deeper on the couch fixing his position so you could fit better next to him. Having one arm thrown over your shoulders he feels you adjust yourself too and he’s playing with your hair. Safety is the word he could use to describe what he’s feeling right now, he wouldn’t change it for anything. These moments with you help him push on when needed, always keeping them tucked away for when he needs the pick me up. But today, today was just too overwhelming for Gojo, even the strongest have their moments. That’s how he ended at your door, needing to see you and feel you. Thinking on how to start explaining why he showed up at your doorstep a little over midnight with signs that he’d been crying has him distressed. He doesn’t know how to say that his thoughts got overwhelming, how he wanted a break a moment for him to just be normal and not have so much weight bearing on his shoulders. How with you around could ground himself. You make the world bearable, you know the words to say to help calm the storm within him. He’ll tell you, he will, he just wants to listen to your voice a little more first. But Gojo being Gojo simply asks “why were you up late?” waiting for your answer he just noticed how close you two are. He’s resting his head on top of yours while you’re sat on his lap sideways…and he’s holding you so close to him. As if you’d vanish if he’s not careful. Not sure when or how you two ended up like that, you seem to not mind.

Angling your face to look directly at him “Couldn’t sleep” is your simple answer -adding in a whisper “I could ask the same y’know" brushing your thumb over his cheek in a back and forth motion. Feeling his arms around your waist get a bit tighter, you put your forehead on his and murmur with so much tenderness “I’m sorry, I’m just worried I don’t want to push you to tell me.” Waiting for Gojo to say something, anything really, feels eternal.

“Well” he starts- clearing his throat “I’m tired that’s all. Sometimes I want to destroy it all so I can fix the shit the higher ups have done. They care about power and their own old beliefs.” He hides his face at the crook of your neck and takes a deep breathe, not sure of how else he can continue expressing what he’s feeling.

“Toru” you say - that sweet nickname you gave him always makes his heart speed up a bit. Moving one of your hands to the back of his head and the other one around his shoulder you hold him tight. Knowing words can be difficult for him you think this is the best you’re getting for now. Speaking lowly, words just for him to hear “This world can be hollow and unforgiving, I’ve seen how you keep breaking yourself, going above and beyond for people you don’t even know. People are selfish, curses will come and go. The world continues, no matter how big the joys or sorrows are. It’s okay to admit you’re tired or need a moment to center yourself and focus on you. I sometimes wish I wasn’t a Sorcerer honestly, - you feel Gojo get stiff at this - “I sometimes think about the what if I’d never found out about all of this. It gets tiresome. I’ve seen some unfair things happen and I want to breakdown. But there are also good people and I want a better world for them; even if they don’t know Curses exist and what we go through. BUT I’m also glad I’m a sorcerer. The best thing I’ve gotten out of all of this is the amazing people I’ve met. I met you and I’m grateful for that too. You can be funny some times so you being annoying is bearable” giving his forehead a quick peck.

“I am not annoying I don’t know what you’re talking about” he says and can feel him relax against you. Enjoying the warmth his body radiates you’re grateful he trusts you enough to not have his infinity on around you. Gojo is so touch starved, skin sensitive to any touch, you notice how sometimes he shakes and goosebumps rise on his skin. With simple touches you give him.

You feel the need to reassure him how you’ll always be by his side so you gently grab his face so he can look directly at your eyes - “ I can’t take the pain away, I can’t make the stress go away and I really wish I could do that for you. Just let you stumble in and out of the grace of your power when you need to. I can’t imagine the weight you carry, the pressure you feel. That’s not easy and I can only imagine how you feel at the end of each and every day. You don’t have to be the strongest always, at least not around me. You can let the walls fall away here; when it’s just you and me.” You say with so much sincerity and conviction in your voice he wants to cry. He has made the act of looking unbothered so believable at this point; looking emotionless or detached is something he’s gotten too good at. He needs to ease peoples minds, he doesn’t like making others worry, he’s the chosen one for a reason. Bearing what others can’t. But your words stir something in him. Realizing it’s fine to have this moment for him, to be open to you, to allow himself to have someone to care for and go to. Your arms are his heaven, your existence is the balm his soul has needed, something he knew but has refused to succumb to. Maybe it’s time to make it real, just the idea of you seeing someone else leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. The strongest sorcerer to exist is reduced to a nervous man before you, craving the taste of your lips. If he doesn’t gather the courage now he may never do it.

He whispers your name and it feels as if time has stopped for the both of you, just staring at one another. Gojo moves his hands to hold your face, brushing his lips gently against yours. “I’ve been wanting this, wanting you for such a long time. You don’t even know.” Looking down at your lips, he presses a soft peck. Keeping his lips close he waits for any sign of you wanting to stop, instead you pull him in and deepen the kiss. “Took you long enough, you had me confused for a while” you speak against his lips.

“Lay down for me” Gojo says, his heart is beating erratically, feeling the tip of his ears get hot. ‘Am I blushing’ he’s mentally asking himself. “Toru?” he’s whipped the moment he sees your hair a mess on the couch and cheeks a light shade of pink.

“You’re so pretty” Gojo says as he crawls his way up to your face. Caging your body with his larger one- kissing your neck he speaks in a husky tone “So many nights thinking about you when I’m alone. What I’d do with you how I would do it. You’re so sweet I felt bad after some of my thoughts.”

Your hands find their way to his hair and you pull him towards your lips “S-stop talking”. Feeling his hips pressing down on yours, kiss becoming more desperate, messier with teeth clashing. Pent up feelings finally coming to the surface and being embraced has you both feeling lightheaded. Hands desperately grabbing onto one another; touching any patch of skin possible. The touches felt electrifying, feeling like the first breath of fresh spring air. Neither of you wanted to stop but the burning in your lungs is getting stronger as the need for oxygen grew. You broke away from the kiss first. Taking a shaky breath and looking into his eyes you feel happy, excited now for what comes next for the both of you. You both seem to be lost in thought but suddenly the silence in your living room is replaced by Gojos airy laugh.

I'm gonna be reposting my fics on here since I switched blogs. Don't repost, translate or post my works on any other website.

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emsroselover · 11 months

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𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬𝟏𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀/𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

I walked into the chateau and close the door quietly knowing John b and jj were probably still asleep and hungover from the party last night at the boneyard.l went over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water and some Advil for their headache I was heading towards the-I heard something which sounded like someone was being sick i glance over to to the bathroom door wide open and I see a very hungover John B with his head over the toilet.

"Well you look like shit" I said to John B

"Good morning to you too y/n"

"I bought you some Advil" I smiled at the poor boy

"Thanks"

"Where's'-"

"Guest bedroom"

"Well that's not a surprise"

I decided to head towards the guest room the room that jj claims to be his I slowly open the door to see a sleeping jj laying on his stomach shirtless the sun shined through the window beaming warm light onto his skin making him look so perfect.I have always had a crush on jj for years but I'm 100% sure he doesn't have feelings for me I mean look at me I'm not nearly as pretty as the girls he hooks up with.I placed the Advil and water on the bedside table and jumped on the bed attempting to wake jj up.Uhhhhh how is he still sleeping this boy can sleep through I hurricane. So I tried lightly shaking jj then I heard a loud groan.

"What the hell do you want John b" the boy growled "it's not John b its your favorite pouge"

"Pope?"

"Hahahah so funny jj"I rolled my eyes

He chuckled then he looked down I was wondering what he was looking at then I realised I was straddling him. I quickly jumped off of him as I feel heat rise on my cheeks. He looks at me with a huge smirk on his face.

"I-I bought you some Advil and water"I pointed to the bedside table he smiled and said "thanks princess"Oh god I'm blushing even harder now I said a quick bye and rushed out the room so try and save some of the Dignity I have left.I close the door and I saw John b in the kitchen and waved to him.

"Y/n why do you look like a tomato?"

"Shut up John b your not helping" I sass back

"Someone's grumpy "I send a glare at him

"Come on we need to pick Sarah pope and kie tell jj to

"You tell him" I said quickly not wanting him to see my already red face

"hurry up and get dressed"

"Okayyyyy someones acting strange this morning" Before i can say anything he walks off to go tell jj to hurry up i went to go sit on the porch while waiting for the boys and hopefully my face gets a little less red.A couple of minutes later the boys walk out ready we all head to the dock before I jump into the boat jj offers me a hand which I thank him for so I don't fall flat on my face like a did last time but that's a story for next time. Eventually the whole group is here on the boat sharing beers and talking. I was talking to jj until kie started taking her clothes of to go for a swim all the boys were staring at kie,me and kie are completely different she is slimmer and she perfect but I'm the complete opposite my flaws are distinctive and far from perfect.I was ripped out of my thoughts when I hear my name.

"Y/n! Y/n! Are you getting in"jj asks

"Yeah y/n come the water feels so nice" kie says I hear laughter from pope John b and Sarah as they are messing around splashing water everywhere.

"Um... no I think I'm just going to say here"I don't want them to see me wearing a bikini as it will show how big my thighs look compared to kie's. Jj looks at me weirdly.

"But it's like 90 degrees y/n" pope says

"I don't feel very well" I try to think of a lie to get them to stop asking

"We can go back to the chateau if you want (y/n)" John b questions sending me a Reassuring smile

"Yes please"

Everyone gets on the boat and we head back to the chateau. I feel tears threatening to spill not only am I ugly but I just ruined the whole day for my friends.l can feel jj's glare on me the whole time. Finally we get back to the chateau and I run in not wanting anyone to see my cry so I go into the closest room I can find and close the door my vision is blurry as tears run down my cheeks then just my luck the door opened and jj was stand there look at me my body sitting in the corner of the room head in hands. He sighs and closes the door and comes closer to me the closer he gets the muffled cries he hears get louder. Jj sits directly in front of me,legs crossed and asks softly "why are you crying y/n"

I don't respond so he gently takes my hands off my face and wipes the tears off my cheeks with the pads of his thumb. He keeps both hands on my face slowly Caressing my cheeks and repeats the questions

"what are you crying"

"Why do I have to be so ugly jj"my voice comes out hoarse from the crying. Jj's heart broke hearing about how the girls he loves thinks about herself. Jj pulls me into his lap and whispers in my ear

"your the most beautiful smart and talented girl that has ever stepped foot on this earth" I look up at him and sniffled

"really"

"yes princess" I smile at the nickname and hug him burying my head in the crook of his neck the smell of the ocean weed and beer surrounding me which surprisingly smells nice.Jj rubs my back gently soothing me to sleep and the last thing I hear before closing my eyes is "I love you my beautiful girl"

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strawbaerriesky · 8 months

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🚃 Evening Train

tags: megumi x f!reader | megumi, yuji and nobara meet reader and her friend on the train, yuji asks for reader’s number because megumi is too shy to ask you himself | reader dislikes summer

a/n: sitting in school on warm days is the worst :|

wc: 1,4k

warnings: -

Most people associate summer with a blue sky, going out with friends, relaxing outside and just generally having a good time. But you definitely did not have a good time at the moment. You were currently sitting in school, the essay you are supposed to work on long forgotten. It’s the sixth of august and it is way too warm to focus on anything but the overwhelming heat. You are sweating without moving, your school uniform is sticking to your skin and the splitting headache you got from the heat is making you feel dizzy. You absolutely hated summer, especially on days like these, on which you had to stay in school until late in the afternoon with no hopes of going out with friends or even refreshing yourself by drinking something cool.

At least that’s what you thought until your best friend burst into the school library, in which you are currently trying to write your essay, who is calling out to you way too loudly for a library. “Heyyy, Y/N!! There you are! I’ve been looking for you for a while now. Who knew you are still trying to work on that stupid homework.” You turn towards your friend, wondering how they are always this energetic. “Well, compared to a certain someone, I actually care about my grades” In Return they snort and start rambling about their grades not being that bad and that not everyone takes school as serious as you do. After explaining some stuff about their grades and school, they walk near the table you are sitting at, closing your exercise book and snatching your pen out of your hand to put it back into your pencil case. “You shouldn’t work that hard on a warm day like this or you’ll probably overwork yourself. Let’s leave school for today and get some refreshing drinks! There opened a new café nearby that also sells some fancy sodas and alcohol-free cocktails. We should definitely check that out!” You were about to start complaining to them about wanting to finish your essay right now but your friend already grabbed all of your stuff and starts off towards the exit of the library.

In order to get your stuff back, you needed to run after your best friend, resulting in you two being on your way to the café that they mentioned before. The café was really not far from your school so that you two arrived there after a short walk. The café was designed in a kind of cottage core aesthetic, creating a cute and comfortable atmosphere. You two ordered your favorite flavored sodas and sat down at a light green wooden table with white benches that matched the design of the table. It quite frustrated you that you were not able to finish your essay but the relief to be able to refresh yourself with a cool drink was way more present in your mind than the annoyance over your school work. During your stay at the café you two chatted away about your current interests, class mates, teachers and family members while sipping on your drinks from time to time. You were glad to get the chance to talk to them like this again, since you were extremely busy with school work these past weeks, which made it almost impossible to actually meet up like this. After finishing your drinks, you left the café and searched for the nearest train station because you had to take a train to get back to your homes.

“Wow, the evening train is way less crowded than the train I usually take in the afternoon.” is what you stated after you two sat down in the train you just went onto. The train in the afternoon, that you had to take after school, is extremely packed, up to the point where everyone is squished together in order to fit everyone into the train. But the evening train you are currently taking is pretty empty in comparison. You two immediately found a seat after entering the train and there are still some seats free so that nobody had to stand. “Yeah, it really is. This is way more comfortable than our usual train rides home. We should get drinks after school way more often if that means that we can always take the evening train.” Their answer put a small smile on your face while you realized how much you missed spending time with them like this. “We definitely should! I really enjoyed spen-“ But you didn’t get to finish that sentence as your friend nudged you and interrupted you by nodding towards three high schoolers. “Hey, what is up with them? They keep on glancing towards us while whispering to each other. Do we have something on our faces or what?”

He wasn’t even aware of the fact that he had been staring at you since you and your friend entered the train until his friend asked him about it. “Hey, Fushiguro! How long are you going to stare at that girl over there?” Of course his first reaction upon hearing that question is to get defensive and to deny the accusation his friend just made. “What are you even talking about Itadori? I was not staring at her, I was just looking outside of the window behind her.” “Yeah, yeah, right. If you think she’s cute just ask her for her number or something.” is what his second friend countered after hearing his very obvious excuse. And of course his other friend had to agree with that and adds, “Yeah, Kugisaki is right. Just shoot your shot, this is your chance to get to know a super cute girl! Look, she’s even looking back at you right now! Just ask her!” Him realizing that you were looking in their direction caused a light blush to spread on his cheeks due to him getting flustered. He found this whole situation to be extremely embarrassing and awkward, making him complain to his two friends. “Okay, I admit that she is quite cute but I can’t just walk up to a random person and ask for their number. That’s way too awkward.” Upon hearing this, his friend Itadori got an idea on how to solve this situation without turning it too awkward for any of them. “Heh, I’ve got you bro.” That was the only thing Itadori said before he stood up and made his way over to the cute girl and her friend, not giving him the chance to argue or stop his friend.

“Huh?” was all you were able to reply before one of the high schoolers got up and started walking up towards you and your friend. He stopped right in front of you and you did not expect the thing he is going to ask of you. “Hey, sorry to bother you but my friend Fushiguro back there thinks you are really cute. Could he have your number so he can get to know you?” You were taken aback by that request and just stared at the boy in from of you for a few seconds before you were able to process what he just said. As the realization of the situation kicks in, a deep red blush stared to spread over your face while turning your head in the direction of the other two high schoolers. The boy, whose name seemed to be Fushiguro, was blushing just as much as you, as he stared down at his feet to avoid eye contact with you. He seemed to be just as flustered by this whole situation, reminding you of the fact that you should probably answer the boy in front of you so that the situation would not be getting more awkward than it already was. “Uhhh, huh? What? I mean, uh, yeah sure!” Immediately after answering the boy, you proceeded to give him your number, after what he returned to his two friends with a huge grin on his face. Your friend also started grinning and teasing you about how much you were blushing just now and about how you actually agreed to giving out your number to them.

When the train was getting close to the stop you had to get off, you stood up and said goodbye to your friend. During that, you realized that you told none of the three high schoolers your name and that you should probably do so before leaving the train, so that the boy Fushiguro knows under what name he should save your number. You decided to wait until the train was right before your train station before you tuned around towards the high schoolers again while yelling “Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Y/N!”. Afterwards you immediately ran out of the train compartment, already wondering if he will actually message you and what he would probably text you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you

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pomogando · 5 months

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Sirens Call

An Illumina x Reader

Content warnings: hurt and comfort, depictions of blood and gore, implied torture

(1600+ words, oneshot, romantic intended but could be read as platonic)

You were never one to believe in the deities.

Not as in believe in their existence, there was no denying that, but as in their impact on normal men. Why should you concern yourself with a beings problems of who you will never meet?

That's why you left lost temple after all.

Crossroad was much more peaceful compared to that shithole. Your apartment had a good view of the ocean which was never really visible in Lost temple.

But the rent was terrible, you didn't know anyone, and if you're being completely honest you miss the food of your home faction,

but it was home.

You guess.

You decided to try something new one day, copying a recipe online that claimed to be '98% authentic.' You were much more skilled with sweets compared to more savory options. Hopefully, this would turn out better than the usual boxed dinners you bought, you spent more money than you're used to spending on ingredients.

You didn't have the patience (or the time for that matter) to make your own tortillas, store-bought was just fine.

You chopped up some peppers, fewer than he would've used. Your caretaker always preferred to make his own sauce that was way too hot for your tastes.

You couldn't help but notice every thing you did wrong, your cuts also weren't precise like his was. You struggled with squeezing the limes and dropped one of your avocados on the floor. You threw the bits into the blender and turned it on, swearing as you dropped a bit of parsley on the counter. Unfortunately it seemed your apartments shitty electricity seemed to have failed at this moment, buzzing and weeping before leaving you in the dark with a half mixed sauce and an overwhelming smell of lime.

Turns out the water was off, and the wifi, along with the damn a/c. You washed your hands with a water bottle and a dream, not wanting to rub chile into your eye like when you were younger. The same old towel you've always had dried your hands.

Crossroads was pitch black which blended into the starless night sky. That was strange. Crossroads was well known for never failing structurally; you could hear annoyed neighbors conversate amongst themselves.

You should've just ordered takeout.

The only source of light this dark night was a particularly ominous bright star. Staring at it gave you a headache; it might be time for bed.

Though, before you could even finish your next thought the blender came back to life screaming. It was about to fall to the ground as you caught it, a bit of sauce falling on the ground. The lights started to flicker next. Then the a/c froze you and then the tv was blaring that one soap opera you hated with a passion.

You left the now unplugged blender on the counter haphazardly as you ran for the tvs power, but as if things couldn't get any worse you felt the ground beneath you rumble. You fell to your knees as everything suddenly turned back off, diving you back into the night. A loud thump behind you and a groan. You turned around and saw something that might've been a blessing; or maybe not.

A deity of light, the intensity of the light was harsh but strangely warm. It's like a piece of the sun fell onto your balcony. The sun was curled up into a fetal position. The sun looked pitiful as its wounds dripped ichor onto your floor. The sun was breathing heavily as if someone tried to snuff it out.

You watched in awe, when suddenly the deity of light unhinged its jaw to release a primal, strained scream at a decibel you've never heard before. You should've gone deaf. The scream was a warning, an overwhelming dread filling you from head to toe. Your head was spinning as you felt tears form without you realizing.

Yet, for some reason you only stepped closer.

Their lone wing was clipped down to nothing. Their body covered in lacerations. Someone made a futile struggle of killing a god, but a part of you thought maybe that wasn't the goal despite how deep the gashes seemed to go.

Despite the odds against them, they were healing, slowly, but they were healing. The skin mending on its own like a seamstress would mend a sweater. All were mending except for a nasty bite near the shoulder that seemed to drip with a green liquid. You had a feeling it was slowing things down.

They didn't even seem to notice you.

You don't know why, maybe because you thought you couldn't contact anyone else about this even if you wanted to, you ran to your bathroom and pulled out whatever looked useful for dealing with wounds. You definitely didn't know what you were doing but there's no way you could've made things worse.

In spite of your preparation, you hesitated as you stepped close to the cowering figure; their breathing was ragged and seemed torturous, the star writhing with each breath. Their hands curled up into fists as a searing pain wad across their entire body.

You hesitated, but eventually got closer to the cowering figure and spoke in a shaky voice

"Can I... touch you?"

The angel did not respond, still curled up into a ball. It was as if it didn't hear you.

"I'm… just going to clean your bite mark. I hope that's okay. You can tell me no."

Silence filled the air.

You hastily wet your towel, stepping closer and careful not to cause more pain. You hesitantly begun to lightly dab the bite wound clean of the venomous green liquid. Only to be practically forced to the ground as the being of light let out another animalistic scream, shielding their body with whats left of their wings. The voice was strained but stern, spoken as a command that one couldn't refuse.

"Don't touch me."

Yet, hypocritically, it seemed to wrap its arms around you. Your body being pulled in close as it breathed heavily in your arms. You felt the ichor liquid spilling on your clothes but you felt as if you had better things to worry about.

Perhaps they didn't realizing they were clinging onto you like a scared dying animal. Blood loss could alter a mind, and maybe Gods had the same fear- maybe an even greater fear- of dying like mortals. Your thoughts were clouded as you tried to focus on what's in front of you as you gently wrapped your arms around their quivering body as ichor stained your skin. You would give them the comfort they would never admit to craving.

And the sun would let you.

You didn't know how to comfort people, but if the sun was bothered by it they wouldn't speak. Your soft, coddling reassurances of safety and warmth filled the ears of a deity twice your size. "You're going to be okay."

You could feel their blood drenched claws on your back as they kept their arms wrapped around your waist but they seemed to be careful not to harm you. The wounds on their back were being closed shut one by one, it was almost as if it was never there in the first place.

The bite wound seemed to finally be on the process to repairing itself aswell.

You opened your mouth hesitantly "do you have any more bite marks?" They only grumbled something inaudible in response, so you quietly scanned their body as best as you could.

"I just want to help you."

The deity seemed to flinch at those words, quietly pushing itself up from the ground to face you, they slowly opened their eyes as if they had been blind their whole life.

Their eyes were like a piercing blade. Eyes that would've made the bravest crumble into submission. Eyes that have probably seen many die in agony. Eyes that probably didn't care.

And yet, why did you feel your body relax as if you rejoiced with a long lost lover?

"Your eyes.." your voice was a soft whisper, music to their ears."They're like stars."

You would help them see again.

You put a hand on their cheek. Almost in a trance. Their eyes widened, you couldn't tell if it was fear or relief.

As quickly as that moment arrived, it quickly left. The star jolted up from your lap, unable to keep it's eyes off you as it made a run for the window to vanish into the night sky. Strangely, you could've sworn you saw their pale cheeks tint with color.

It felt as if you had just woken up from a dream. The only sign they had ever been here was the bloodied handprints on your back.

You didn't even notice when the lights came back to life as you sat there in shock and guilt.

The next, unpleasant morning. You tried your best to scrub your floor clean of blood. It seemed ichor was hard to get out even with a strong bleach. It would look jarring, but you decided to just place a rug over the spot. You didn't want to tell anyone what happened last night, not like they would believe you.

When you got your stained shirt out of the wash, you noticed something fall out onto the floor. A pale white feather. Somehow completely clean, it was practically glowing. Despite its delicate look it was tough and didn't tear. You ran a finger along the edge and it felt like gentle blades.

You had a feeling that it wasn't here by chance.

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f4ye-4 · 1 month

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if it’s okay with you, high school nanami with reader who would punch herself if she was upset HOW WOULD BRO REACT

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

loool look at this emo mf

light angst/fluff ending • drabble • gn/fem!reader

Teen!Nanami Kento can be seen as someone who’s broody and indifferent to people’s feelings but he really cares about his loved ones.

So, when you’re feeling down about something that happened, serious enough to catch you sobbing in a classroom ,in a edginess state, his heart stops.

wretched tears ricocheted the walls of the classroom, you were alone, no one around, arms crossed over your snuggled knees, hugging them firmly.

it was lunch break and as soon as the crowd of students rushed out to eat, you fled. it was too much, a plethora of bad feelings were swamping you recently, and you couldn’t handle it no more.

your eyes are sore, from all those precious crystal pearls that Nanami used to wipe off whenever you were down for any reason and you wished he was there. but now, it was just you and yourself, your heart throbbing in discomfort, threatening to crump in your ribs.

dangling from side to side, your head started to feel hefty, a headache getting up to your nerves. it was getting harder and harder to keep up with reality, meanwhile your head just slipped off abruptly, causing you to hit violently the bare wood of the desk leg.

you blink your eyes, eyelids half-closed in strain. a realization hit you. the pain you've rode out up to now is nothing compared to what you've just felt. it’s not bad if you finish what’s already started right ?

tears were now muffled, replaced by loud and ceaseless metal sounds. it sounded foolish -yet insane because there was nothing good to outcome from this. but now you couldn’t care less.

what you didn’t know, was that the thwacking of your head was now resounding all along the school corridor, within the reach of anyone who’s willing to hear. Of which nanami.

the teenage boy just passed by classrooms, wandering here and there, waiting for the lunch break to end. he perked an eyebrow at the unknown sounds, heading to their source. warily opening the door, he didn’t expected to see you, kneeled on the floorboard, in a bad predicament.

he rushed over you in worry, gently grabbing your shoulders to squeeze you lightly, uttering sweet words to you, hoping to get you out of your trance.

recovering your spirits, you just leant in his touch, his arms offering you a warm embrace to rest in.

-alright y/n, let’s get back home mh? it has been a tough day for you. we’ll talk about this later okay? whispering to your ears and stroking your hair, soothed, your heartbeat slowed down, while he helped you to get up.

-don’t do that again, i’m here, everything is safe. Nanami said quietly before leaving a little peck on your cheek.

i loved this request because i knew nanamin would be so gentle 😞😞 it was so endearing to write

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iamnot-crazy · 1 month

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Pages of Promise, We'll meet again

Chapter 1

Summary: You have always itched for adventure and when an interesting vessel appears you take your chance and jump aboard. Now the Straw hat pirates present an offer you can't refuse but before you take them up on it you first need to speak to your grumpy captain.

Trafalgar Law x reader

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Law's initial assumption was that your boundless energy and lack of boundaries would be a constant annoyance, but since you have been aboard he learned how wrong his assumption was. Yes, you were a handful with your knack for finding trouble, and extricating you often became Law's personal headache. But he'd come to appreciate that side of you too. When you weren't excitedly soaking up new information or peppering the crew with questions for your ever-growing log, you were a surprisingly calm person.

For a good part of each day, you'd disappear, engrossed in recording the Heart Pirates' adventures. Your passion seeped through the pages of your beautifully illustrated log, showcasing your love and thoughtfulness for the crew.

It wasn't until he saw you gazing at the Straw Hat captain with the same unwavering determination you'd had when you first boarded the Polar Tang that Law realized what he'd taken for granted.

The Straw Hats each have their own fascinating stories and ambitious dreams and you listen in awe. You scribbled furiously in your smaller travel notebook, capturing their every word so you could later transfer it to your larger masterpiece. Your pen barely kept pace with the torrent of tales they poured out.

Law's frown deepened as your eyes glowed with a familiar spark. Sure he didn't want you on his crew at first but he'd grown attached to you, and so had the rest of the crew. From your cheerful good mornings, while whipping up breakfast to your one-on-one sessions with each crew member to write their stories, you have become an indispensable part of their lives.

But what Law appreciated most was your silent companionship. He'd often find you tucked away in a quiet corner, diligently writing and sketching while he read a medical book, the rhythmic sounds of the waves serving as a lullaby.

His heart tightened when the Straw Hat captain finally reached his boiling point. He bounded over to you, his declaration echoing across the decks, "Y/N! We go on crazy adventures every day and someday I'll be King of the Pirates! If you want to write about a legendary crew, you should join ours!"

Law's gaze darted between you and the captain, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his sword hilt.

Luffy grabbed your shoulders in a playful chokehold. "Every legend needs a chronicler! What do you say, Torao?! Can Y/N join my crew?!"

All eyes turned to Law, the air thick with anticipation. The smile that had bloomed on your face faltered. You'd been so caught up in the Straw Hats' infectious energy that you'd completely forgotten about your crew.

His jaw clenched, and his grip on his sword tightened further. "I don't control them,"

Luffy jumped up in excitement grabbing onto your shoulders and cheering for his new crew members. The others also joined in celebration making you feel welcomed and warm compared to Law's cold glare. You pulled yourself out of the straw hat's grip and bowed your head, guilt gnawing at you. "I'm so sorry, Straw Hat-ya, but… would you allow me some time to think about this?"

Luffy's infectious grin faltered slightly, but he nodded. "Yeah, but don't keep me waiting too long!" He quickly bounced back to his usual cheer, rejoining the festivities.

You felt a pang of longing as you turned away from the vibrant scene, seeking solace with your captain. Sitting awkwardly next to him, you struggled to find the words. Law finally sighed, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders. "You should join them," he muttered, surprising you.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. "But what about the Heart Pirates?"

Law pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I already reached my goal. Doflamingo was defeated. I don't know what the world has in store for us next, but I do know whatever the Straw Hats' will be doing, it will be far more interesting. Your dream is to write about the new era, and I played my part. The Straw Hat captain… he isn't done."

You were frozen, your mind racing. "But Captain…"

Law stood up, cutting you off. "Just go join them." He turned away, his voice thick with emotion. He stormed away to the Polar Tang slamming the hatch shut behind him.

Just as Law disappeared in the tang a whistle pierced the air. Turning, you saw Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo approaching, their faces etched with concern.

"He seems mad," Shachi commented, plopping down on a nearby crate.

"You aren't really going to join the Straw Hats, are you?" Bepo asked, his voice trembling.

You shook your head placing it in your hand "I don't know."

Penguin shrugged. "Maybe you should join them. You're almost finished with your book on us, and the Straw Hats are going to need someone like you to tell their stories."

Bepo scowled. "But she's a part of our crew!"

Penguin sighed. "Look, Bepo, she has a dream too. Documenting the new era, the Straw Hats are definitely going to be leaders in that. It doesn't mean she doesn't care about us."

"But what about our Captain? Or do you not think he can become King of the Pirates?" Shachi interjected, glaring at Penguin.

Penguin flinched. "No, it's just… you saw them. Besides, Captain said it himself."

"But Y/N joined our crew first, doesn't that count for something?" Bepo whined.

"I just mean Y/N has served her purpose with our crew joining the straw hats would be the best for her." Penguin countered, his voice firm.

The conversation devolved into a heated debate, leaving you feeling even more overwhelmed. You excused yourself and retreated to your favorite porthole, the one offering the best view of the open sea. As you approached you found another figure leaning against your window staring off at the sea.

You smirked slowing your approach and dancing toward your grumpy captain "Anything interesting out there?" You sang leaning into his view.

Law jumped at your appearance but relaxed when he realized it was you and leaned his back onto the wall. "Nothing new." He sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm sorry for being brash earlier."

You crossed your arms and smirked playfully, "You were?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "But I was being sincere earlier. I think you should join the Straw Hats. But…"

"But?" you urged, your heart pounding.

He looked away, his voice quieter. "But we'll miss you."

A warm smile spread across your face. "Awe, did I finally grow on you, grumpy Captain?"

He scoffed playfully turning to his side and looking back out the porthole, "You did a while ago." He admitted.

His comment took you off guard, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Law sighed, "You might have been a little much at first but I have grown to enjoy your presence and passion."

You tilted your head, studying him curiously. "Enjoy?" Your tone was laced with surprise, "The entire time I have been aboard you have been so pouty."

He scoffed, "I have not been pouty." You gave him a knowing look causing him to roll his eyes, "Fine I might have been a little pouty but that's just because I didn't know how to feel about you."

"Feel about me? Captain, do you like me?" You playfully teased.

Law's cheeks turned a faint pink. "Forget I said anything!" He pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk off.

"Wait!" you called out, reaching out to grab his arm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to tease. Please."

He turned back, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes softened, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a vulnerability you hadn't noticed before.

"Y/N," he began, his voice low and husky. "When you first boarded the ship, you were full of this chaotic energy, but there was another side to you that I learned to appreciate. You care so much about the crew and documenting every adventure." He reached the wall again and sat down, "The first time I saw you here, drawing and writing your stories…"

"Our stories," You interrupted with a chuckle, joining him on the wall.

Law smiled faintly. "Yes, our stories. I didn't think you had it in you to be so focused. It was… nice to hear your pen scratching against your sketchbook as I read my medical books. I think that's when I started having conflicting feelings for you."

You felt a blush creep up your neck. You hadn't expected such a confession. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Law shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It's not like I could act on it. I'm your captain and there was so much that needed to be done. And if you don't feel the same it would backfire more on me."

Hesitantly, you admitted, "I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way. I never imagined you could feel the same." You pause looking softly at him, "So what now?"

Law sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Now you join the Straw Hats and complete your dream. Then, hopefully, one day our paths will cross again."

The thought of leaving Law and the Heart Pirates ached, but you understood his reasoning. "But what if I don't want to join the Straw Hats?"

Law raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I saw how you were looking at them, how you blended in with them."

You bit your lip. "They're constantly getting into trouble, and I don't think I'm strong enough for that."

"They'll protect you," Law reassured you.

"Just like you have?" you asked.

"No." Law averted his gaze, a wry smile playing on his lips. "With me, it was different. I pulled you out of trouble. With them, it'll be different. They'll pull you into trouble, they'll challenge you, push you to your limits, but they'll also have your back."

"But I like things the way they are here. With you," you confessed, a pout forming on your lips.

Law grabbed your chin pulling you to look at him before he pulled you into a kiss. You were taken by surprise at first but his soft lip calmed your nerves as he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away, his eyes held a mixture of sadness and determination. "Y/N," he said in a voice rough with emotion, "go chase your dream, and when you do, we'll meet again."

He stood up abruptly and disappeared down the hall, leaving you staring after him in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, you knew what you had to do. You grabbed your bag and made your way to the library. There, in the quiet solitude, you began writing the final chapter of your time with the Heart Pirates.

With a heavy heart but a burning determination, you finished the entry, pouring your love and gratitude for your experience onto the pages. Closing the book, you turned to the empty one – the one that would chronicle the adventures of the Straw Hat Pirates. You place the new empty book into your bag leaving the completed version of the Heart Pirates book on the table for everyone on the crew to read.

With your bag full and a new empty book, you walked out of the polar tang. Outside the party, the two ships have started to die down and many lay asleep on the ground. Your eyes darted across the dock for your captain but he was nowhere in sight, before you could turn around in search of him you felt a rubbery hand wrap around your waist.

"Y/N! I see your bags are packed! Did you make a decision?" A bubby captain pulled you off the deck of the Tang and onto the deck of the Sunny.

Your feet wobble as you try to brace your new bearings. You scratch your head, "Yeah I think I did but I was hoping I could say goodbye to Law first."

"No need." Robin appeared at your side, holding a folded piece of paper. "He stopped by earlier and left you a note."

You took the paper, your heart pounding. Written on the paper in handwriting that could only be written by a doctor said, "We'll meet again."

"Hey, we should probably get going soon if we want to make it to the next island by tomorrow!" Nami shouted from above you cutting off your thoughts.

"Alright then, let's set sail!" Luffy declared, his voice brimming with infectious energy.

And with that, the Sunny pulled away from the dock and the Heart Pirates, charting a course towards a new adventure. You stood at the railing, the wind whipping through your hair, your notebook clutched tightly in your hands. The future stretched before you, an open book waiting to be filled with the stories of the Straw Hat Pirates, and perhaps, someday, a reunion with a certain grumpy doctor. A smile bloomed on your face – the adventure had just begun.

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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[19:52]

'89? I expected you to get more than this? You are the hope for this class.'

'I just think that you are too nerd for me, always sticking with books and not even pretty like other girls.'

'Can you do the assignment alone? I will be so busy because some matters. Please?'

'She is so dumb. Literally do what I said. Well, she is smart so she can do it alone. I'm too lazy anyway.'

'Come on child. I know you can give us a result that is better than this. Take a look at your brother and sister. They are the top student.'

Thoughts were crowding your mind. It started to give you headache. You were soaking yourself in a warm water inside the bathtub. Many things happen in your life and it made you tired.

Why does beauty standard exist? Why do you need very good result just to use it and flex to other people? Why people compare a person with another? Why people love to take advantages of others? Why can't you be yourself?

"Am I a robot?" You asked yourself as slowly and slowly you moved your back to drown.

"Or am I dumb?" You tilted your head and thinking about how you tried but can't refuse what people asked.

"I'm tired." You just want to rest. It's so exhausting when doing someone's favor and not do what you want.

You haven't got any sleep for four days. Thoughts were running inside your brain everytime you wanted to sleep. You can only nap for a while and then woke up again after half an hour.

The warm water had some effect on you. It made you relax and want to sleep forever. Without realising, your drooping eyes started to close and your body slowly drowning when your hands let go the hold on the bathtub.

Not even until five minutes, you felt yourself got pulled harshly from the bathtub. You coughed and let out the water that got through inside your mouth and nose.

"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?!!"

It was a male. A stranger that saved you. He put a towel to cover up your body and pulled you closer to hug you tightly.

"Don't scare me like that. I don't want to lose you."

Why is this man make you feel comfortable? He is literally a stranger and just trespassing your house. But, why was his worried expression look so sincere? You never see anyone in your life this concerning. Not even your parents. Without thinking more, you leaned your head to his shoulder enjoying the care he gives.

The male thought you were passing out and nearly become panic when he finally heard your snore.

You were sleeping. He took a last look at your tired face before sighing that you finally get a sleep that you really wanted these days.

"Sleep, baby. You deserve it."

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You sat yourself on the bed while rubbing gently your still tired eyes. Gosh, how long you have been sleep? You remembered last time you were at the bathroom with that good looking stranger and now you assumed this was his place because it is unfamiliar.

"How are you feeling? Still tired? You've been sleeping literally for three days. I was worried but then I figured out it must be because insomnia."

He went closer and sat in front of you. The heck? He smell so good and comforting. You stared at his face trying to remember every details of him. You let him caressed your hair and left some kisses on your face. Without noticing, your tears fell one by one.

You get love.

You feel it.

Not even your family bring this feeling.

"You must be hurting so much. I'm sorry for being late."

"Thank you."

That's the only thing you can say right now. It's too overwhelming but he kept you cool down.

"I'm here. I will always be here, y/n."

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You learned that his name is Jay and he also goes to same school like you but he's on different class. That explains why you never see him before.

Jay takes care of you and provide you almost everything. His presence made you forget other life that you were living. Your family, classmates, teachers and studies.

He admitted to you that he had stalked you for years and that time he saved you from drowning, it was also the time he stalked you. He felt weird when you took a very long time bathing and decided to break in because he was afraid something bad will happen. Thank god, he had a very good instict.

You didn't feel afraid of him after listening to that. Instead, you feel happy. Someone is here for you. You hugged him thanking him many times for loving you and for choosing you to be part of his life.

You didn't know how your act affects Jay so much. He is down really bad. He loves you so much and he will make sure to give everything to you to do everything for you if it makes you happy.

He will make sure those who made you suffered before will not get to live for the next day.

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ayo🧍‍♂️yeah as you can see it's a soft yandere😄i always make them kill and kill so lets tone it down a bit. hope this make you feel good

also, for everyone who is struggling right now🥺please dont give up please dont let people bring you down because you guys deserve to get a good life and happiness that you want..if there is no people say this, im gonna say it! you did a good job today🫂 thank you for exist thank you for not giving up. Alright see ya next time😙

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grwnsz · 10 months

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bad days [todoroki shoto x m!reader]

tws : overworking, stress, small mental breakdown

context : m/n is in a relationship with todoroki shoto

-> what happens when m/n is behind in work and todoroki helps :)

It was difficult. Internship under your parents was really difficult. They worked you to the bone with the ever rising expectations they have for you to outperform everybody, you were worked twice as hard as any other of your classmates. Everyday, you would come back to your room and immediately pass out before making it to your bed. Perhaps it was the intense strain you've made on your body or the fact that you've been working for hours in the rain that made you catch this fever. Nevertheless, the headaches and nausea was nothing compared to soreness of your body from working yourself to death this entire week. However, you did not expect the illness to last this long. Unable to get out of bed for the past week, you were well-behind in class. It was not helpful with midterms coming up as work just pilled up. The vast amount of classwork and homework you had to finish, materials to catch up on and training to complete created immense amount of stress on your body as you forced your weakself out of bed and revised on materials you've missed out (provided by your peers).

"[M/n]?" A familiar voice called to you, snapping you out of your focus. Todoroki stood at the entrance of the door holding up a tray containing a bowl of porridge and a glass of warm [fav drink]. He quickly placed the tray down on your vanity table and rushed over to you.

"[M/n]? You're burning up..." He frowned as he felt your forehead with his, "What are you doing out of bed?"

His voice was calmed and not panicked but you could tell a sense of worry from the tone of his voice.

"I...I have too much to catch up on, I can't stay in bed any longer," You turned away and looked at the list you curated on the things you had to get done before the midterm exams that was one and a half months away. It was long and you were not even halfway done. You let out short and heavy breaths as you struggled to keep your lungs from collapsing.

"[M/n]...you're still sick, you're not in the right condition to be studying right now. You need to rest and let your body recover," He nudged you and held your hand to keep you from writing.

"Please, I need to get this done! I'm not even halfway on the things I have to catch up on, and I'm running out of time," Your voice cracked and you struggled to keep your tears from filling your eyes. All the stress from studying and pressure you've been putting on your unwell body was finally getting to you.

Todoroki watched silently as you breakdown into small sobs and tried to wipe your tears. He turned to your bed and pushed away the duvet you neatly folded on your bed. Stacking pillows against the bedrest, he easily picked you up and sat you down on your bed, covering you with the duvet. You were trying to struggle and get out of his grapes but your body was far to tired to gather the strength to resist. You slumped into the backrest he created for you and pouted, tears continued to stream down your face as you thought about the mountain of work awaiting you and how it was piling up at the second.

He took tissues and wiped away the tears from your face, "Knowing your situation, Aizawa-sensei can give you an extension. There is no reason to put so much stress on your recovering body."

"But!" He shushed you by shoving a spoon of his homemade (with some help of Midoriya) porridge into your mouth.

"Chew," He said. He wore his usual blank face yet his actions and words were filled with care and compassion that made you feel warm and fluffy inside. Dissipating the stress you were feeling, allowing you to calm down and relax.

"You sure?" You croaked. You could barely speak from the fever you've been experiencing, impacting yout throat.

"Mhm, it's unfair for you to complete all the work you've missed out because you were sick from overworking, you deserve a break," He hummed softly and caressed your [h/c] hair gently as you swallowed the warm porridge.

The porridge and [fav drink] was soon finished. The mental and physical stress you were putting on yourself was not as heavy anymore. However, the image of the pile of work that was towering over you wouldn't disappear from your mind. Poking at you from the depths of the darkness in your mind. Todoroki noticed how you kept glancing at your work desk.

"If you want, I can tell you about the stuff we learnt in class today...like a bedtime story," He offered, you smiled in delight at his offer as it gave you a chance to catch up on work in a more enjoyable and light-hearted way.

It took less than ten minutes for you to slowly fell asleep to Todoroki's soothing and gentle voice.

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cuddlepilefics · 7 months

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But if you stay, you'll get sick too

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: San

Caregiver: Hongjoong & Wooyoung

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

San couldn’t tell how long he had lain awake staring at the ceiling. They had returned to the dorm about two hours ago and while San had gone straight to bed just like the rest of the group, he just couldn’t fall asleep. He had been a little uneasy all day but couldn’t tell where the tension was coming from, all he knew was that he had to fall asleep fast if he didn’t want to be wrecked completely tomorrow. His stomach gave a low rumble and San lightly ran his hand over his middle. It was probably just nerves over having to face a full day of schedule while being sleep-deprived, so he didn’t think much of it. Until he sat up that was. Desperate to fall asleep, San decided to go to the kitchen and have some water but as soon as he was upright, his head spun and he broke into a sweat. Drawing in a shaky breath, he rested his head in his hands and waited for the dizzy spell to pass.

When San finally deemed it safe to move, his muscles protested the movement aching deeply as he got to his feet. Every step towards the kitchen seemed to take unspeakable effort and by the time he reached his destination, he was drenched in sweat. San grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed a few sips before resting his forehead against one of the kitchen cabinets. He had felt kind of rundown all day but that had been nothing compared to what he felt now. Bracing himself against the kitchen counter, San lowered himself to the ground. He felt faint all of a sudden and weakly leant against the wall as he stretched out his sore legs in front of him. The cold water in his stomach made him shiver as goosebumps spread down his arms and legs but he was still glad he had had some water because it might help the headache, that was forming behind his brow.

“What are you doing out here, Sannie?”, Hongjoong yawned as he approached his dongsaeng in the dark. Too dazed with sleep, San didn’t manage to answer the leader but his stomach did so for him, giving a loud groan. Taken aback at the sound, Hongjoong muttered: “Upset stomach?” Humming in confirmation, San took a deep breath. “Can’t sleep”, he admitted quietly, dropping his head back against the wall. Scratching his head, Hongjoong offered: “Do you want some tea? See if it settles your stomach so you can sleep….” The younger didn’t feel like he had anything to lose and weakly nodded his head. However, he made no move to get up or out of the way as Hongjoong stepped around him to turn on the kettle and grab a cup. “Why don’t you go and sit on the couch?”, the older asked as he watched San shudder. The kitchen tiles were cold, so no wonder the other felt chilled.

Hongjoong didn’t get a reply and expectantly glanced down at his dongsaeng. “Help?”, the leader asked and San nodded weakly. His hands were clammy when he gripped Hongjoong’s and his vision darkened for a moment upon being upright. The leader’s brows furrowed in concern as he supported the younger to the couch. Sure, San could be dramatic at times but right now, he was just so out of it. Plus, his skin felt unusually warm to the touch, so Hongjoong suspected he might as well be running a fever. “Wait here and I’ll get your tea”, the leader instructed.

Protectively wrapping his arm around his stomach, San curled up on the couch. His eyes stung as he finally accepted that he had most likely come down with something because simple indigestion couldn’t explain the amount of discomfort he was experiencing. He swallowed hard as Hongjoong approached him with the steaming cup of peppermint tea. The leader placed the cup onto the coffee table to let it cool down a little first and hummed: “How long have you felt bad for?” San shrugged as he drew his legs up to his chest. “Just felt tired and rundown but when I went to bed and couldn’t fall asleep, it just progressively felt more wrong”, he yawned, rubbing at his reddened eyes. “You felt pretty warm to me just now. Did you take your temperature or do you feel like you might have a fever”, Hongjoong asked softly as he studied his pale dongsaeng in the dim light. San gave a hesitant nod, admitting: “I’m really sweaty but cold, my head hurts and my whole body just aches, so… I think that’s a fever.” The older hummed in agreement, getting to his feet to retrieve the thermometer.

When they had confirmed that San was indeed running a fever, Hongjoong handed him his tea and sighed: “Sip this slowly and see if it helps your tummy some. Want me to call management for you in the morning?” – “Hm, wanna try an’ sleep it off. Might be fine then”, San mumbled as he took a tiny sip of his tea. Hongjoong doubted the other would be fine by the time they had to get up but agreed that they’d decide how to proceed in the morning. Though the leader was hesitant, he let San convince him to go back to bed as the younger promised he’d do the same. San didn’t want to keep his hyung up, so he too snuck back to his room, careful as to not wake Yunho. Shivering, he huddled under his blanket as he sipped his tea in the dark.

The tea hadn’t really helped San’s stomach at all and he soon found himself wandering out to the common area again. He had put on an oversized hoodie to help with the chills, rubbing his sweaterpaw against his temple to soothe the headache. For a moment, San contemplated curling up on the couch but he felt to restless to settle down. Pulling his hood up, he popped a mint between his lips and drew a deep breath through his nose. San shakily exhaled through his mouth before repeating, trying to calm his churning stomach down. A small trickle of sweat made its way down his temple as he sucked on the mint.

San’s heart stopped for a split second when someone touched his shoulder. “Hyung, quit pacing”, Wooyoung whined sleepily, “I thought someone broke into our dorm.” It was only when San turned and the hallway light illuminated his pale face that the younger realized something was still really wrong despite there not being an intruder. “Well, shit”, Wooyoung exclaimed, suddenly wide awake, “What happened to you?” San only gave a weak shrug as his stomach gurgled sickly. He stifled a burp before muttering: “I have a fever.” – “Okay”, Wooyoung hummed, “Does anyone else know?” The older gave a tired nod. “Hongjoong-hyung made me tea and took my temperature. I was supposed to go back to bed but I still can’t sleep”, San pouted, dazedly blinking at his friend.

Since he wasn’t sure what to do, Wooyoung guided San to sit on the couch. Running his hand through the other’s hair, Wooyoung whispered: “Why don’t you lay down, hm? We can cuddle, see if you manage to drift off….” San however sat stiffly on the couch, his shoulders tense as he stared at the opposite wall. “Come on, Sannie. Work with me a little”, Wooyoung cooed, cupping his friend’s flushed cheeks, “How can I help you?” He winced at the hot touch of San’s skin and the other’s glossy eyes seemed to look right through him. Pressing his palms to his eyes the older grimaced and swallowed hard. This was just so wrong, he felt so wrong.

San hiccupped as he held his head in his hands, lips pressed into a thin line. His breath was quick and panting as sweat beaded his forehead, lips turning white. Wooyoung was caught off guard when San pitched forward gagging into his sleeve. He rushed to grab the other by the shoulder as he had almost fallen from the couch. Before Wooyoung could decide whether to drag his friend to the bathroom or fetch a bucket, San’s stomach lurched and a hot waved of sick gushed out behind the sweaterpaws he had clamped over his lips. Seeing the damage was already done, the younger carefully patted San’s arms and hushed: “Move your hands, it’s okay.” Wooyoung helplessly rubbed his friend’s back as the older retched again, eyes flooding with tears. “You’re okay”, Wooyoung promised, glancing away in an attempt to protect his own stomach as he listened to the splattering noise. He was brought back to focus when a sob tore from San’s throat, the sound hoarse from the strain.

Wooyoung startled when an arm snaked around his waist, someone gently moving him aside. “I got him, Woo”, Hongjoong promised, carefully removing San’s hood to comb his sweaty hair out of his face, “You didn’t tell me it was this bad.” The leader patted San’s back when the younger coughed, grimacing at the string of saliva dangling from his lips. “Let’s get you out of that hoodie”, Hongjoong decided, pulling the back over San’s head to keep the mess on the sleeves contained inside. Using a clean edge of the hoodie, the leader wiped off his dongsaeng’s chin and hands before he hummed: “Are you okay to move?” San only whimpered as his friends pulled him up by the arms, steadying him against the dizziness. With Wooyoung’s help, Hongjoong maneuvered San to the bathroom and immediately shoved the other’s soiled hoodie into the washing machine.

Relieved to not be in charge, Wooyoung was able to collect himself and helped San settle in front of the toilet. The younger lightly traced San’s bare back with his nails in hopes of providing him some comfort, while Hongjoong ran a washcloth under warm water to properly clean his dongsaeng up. “Hyung, I don’t feel good…”, San slurred before burying his head into the toilet bowl with a guttural retch. Wooyoung made eye contact with Hongjoong, who sighed: “I know you don’t, Sannie, and I’m most definitely calling you in sick in the morning. Can you lift your head for me?” The leader dabbed the sweat off San’s forehead before wiping his lips and chin. Last he cleaned the other’s hands and went to rinse the washcloth under cold water now. Hongjoong squeezed out the excess water before draping the cold washcloth across his dongsaeng’s neck. San shuddered as goosebumps spread down his arms but they really needed to bring his fever down.

“You feeling okay, Woo?”, Hongjoong asked quietly. The younger had taken a seat on the edge of the tub next to San, rubbing his friends back and shooting the leader a questioning look. “You looked a little pale earlier”, Hongjoong breathed, studying his two dongsaengs, “If you got him, I’ll clean the living room, yeah?” Wooyoung nodded, tangling his fingers in San’s hair, lightly scratching the other’s scalp.

San’s eyelids were drooping and Wooyoung gently pulled him back to rest against his legs. “Where do you want to sleep, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, “Your bed, my bed, the couch, …? We’ll grab a bucket and see how we can get you comfortable. I could rub your tummy if that’d help any.” San released a shaky breath, resting his forehead against Wooyoung’s knee. He was really craving the younger’s cuddles now. They always made him feel better. When San tried to speak, his voice was faint and he slurred his speech a little with how exhausted he was, admitting: “’M really craving some cuddles. …would love you to rub my tummy ‘cuz… my tummy’s really not happy right now. Can you stay, Woo?” Before Wooyoung got a chance to reply, San’s feverish rambles continued. “No”, he whined, “You can’t stay, Woo.” – “I’d say, I surely can”, the younger disagreed. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”, San croaked, making his friend sigh.

When Hongjoong returned, he and Wooyoung helped San to his feet to rinse his mouth and wash his hands. They then walked their friend to the couch, where Hongjoong had already set up a bucket, tissue box and water bottle. Like he had promised, Wooyoung laid down alongside San and lightly drew circles over the other’s gurgling stomach, finally luring him to sleep.

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Return to Me - Chapter Twenty-Nine and A Half

Chapter Twenty-Nine and a Half: For the Better

A/N: Hello, friends! As always, Return to Me is never far from my thoughts, and I often find myself rereading chapters when I need them. And as always, I want to rewrite everything I've ever written. But, since I've put so much work into the current rewrite, I've decided to fill in some of the gaps that seem to haunt me the most. So voila, I present to you my first add-on chapter.

This chapter will follow both the reader and Poe, in the aftermath of their breakup. As I have reread this story, I feel like the absolute depression that each of them went through wasn't expressed enough, so this needed to be done. This is aggressively inspired by the TikTok edit of Waiting Room x All I Wanted.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 3.6k Synopsis: Somehow, life goes on after the painful breakup, and Poe and the reader struggle to find their footing in this new world.

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You cannot remember the last time you ate. You know you've been drinking water, but only because every hour or so, Nové is there to force it down your throat.

You have never felt this weak before. You have lived on Naboo for most of your life, but every breeze off the lakes chills you to your core. Sitting with your upcoming cabinet nearly knocks you to the ground.

You know eating will help, but you can't seem to muster up the appetite, even when your favorite foods are presented in front of you.

Your mind wanders. You try to stay in the present, listen to the information that you know will be beneficial to your reign, but you can't seem to focus on a single thought.

Well, aside from the memory of the pain on Poe's face. That never, ever leaves your mind.

The only other thought that grasps you is what your father said after you told him it was over. That you and Poe were over.

"Know it's for the better, Y/N."

Compared to the devastation in Poe's eyes, the look in your father's was warm, caring even. You know he truly believes that this is the better course. And that belief haunts your thoughts.

"Y/N?" One of the handmaidens ask. You aren't sure which one, since you just met them all, aside from Nové. You think it might be Loré, the one with the beautiful dark hair.

"Sorry?" you say, trying to shake yourself back to the present.

"Did you decide on what dress you want to wear?" she asks. By her placating tone, you know it's not the first she has asked this.

"The red will be fine for today," you say.

Today, your coronation day, the final brick that will complete the wall between the life you had known for five years, and the one you have to embrace now.

"Excellent choice," Loré says softly, and goes to collect the supplies to prepare your look.

Poe cannot remember the last time he hasn't woken up with a terrible hangover.

In reality, he knows the last time was the last morning he spent with you, when things still made sense. But since that awful day, the rest have become a blur of too many drinks in the quiet of your formerly shared quarters.

The beep of greeting that BB-8 gives him only strains his already growing headache. He mumbles a hello and staggers his way to the bathroom.

Poe splashes cold water on his face, raring himself for the day. Leia informed him last night that she has a mission for Black Squadron, and Poe couldn't have been more relieved.

When he was moving, when he was fighting, when he was doing anything other than sitting in this room, it was easier to ignore the thoughts that clawed at him in the night.

It was easy to forget the absolute gut-wrenching pain of your goodbye. To forget the memory of you walking back up the stairs, towards the life you were leaving him for.

It was easy to forget that he had hardly fought for you.

He dressed in his orange jumpsuit and together he and BB-8 left the room. The least amount of time he could stay in here, the better it was for his mind, heart, and liver.

The makeup is lighter than you had expected.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, the white face paint covers every inch of your skin, but it feels as if nothing is there at all. Loré paints two red dots on your cheeks, and finishes with the lip design, as Nové brings your selected gown in.

The dress takes a few minutes to put on. Sondé pins the the veil into the braided crown of your hair, and there is no more stalling to do.

You are motionless before the standing mirror. It is your reflection you see, but it's not someone you know. Queen Bhavisama looks back at you, her eyes welling with tears just like your own.

Before they can fall and ruin your makeup, you shove those feelings down. The numbing thought, "Know it's for the better," clings in your mind, and you let it wash over you.

Flight check is a reflex to Poe. Without even realizing he has started, he is already done. BB-8 wows something at it, but Poe only recognizes half of it. He hears the word 'general,' and he hops down from the X-Wing as Leia walks up.

"Commander," she says with a sad smile. The only type of smile Poe has received from any of his friends in the last few weeks.

"General."

"Are you ready for today?"

"Of course."

"Didn't have too much to drink last night?" she asks, but her demeanor makes it seem like she already knows the answer.

"I'm fine, Leia," he says softly.

"Are you?"

There is nothing but worry in Leia's face as she asks. She's not asking as his general, but as an old friend, the person who officiated his wedding, the person he's looked up to for years.

He can only bring himself to nod. Somehow, he thinks if he tried to speak the lie, he would falter.

"Be careful, Commander."

He nods to her once more and begins to climb back up the X-Wing, when Leia says, "And may the Force be with you." Not just on this mission, her eyes seem to say.

You have been shaking since Sarsa Broden gave you the responsibility of Naboo. You know there was a parade in your honor, you know that you walked through it, probably smiled and waved at your citizens, but it's all a blur.

Back at Theed Palace there is a party in your honor, yet you are incapable of finding a single reason to celebrate.

When you enter the room, you know there is commotion around you, but you don't hear any of it, until your father's hand is on your arm.

"We are so proud of you," he says, throwing his arms around you. You hardly feel them. His face holds no emotion other than delight, no matter how hard you search.

"Thank you," you mutter, shrugging out of his arms. You need to get out of this room, away from all these people.

You aren't sure you've cried before 9pm in any of the past weeks. Appointments have kept you too unfeeling to have time to. But the coronation ceremony has brought you to your knees, and you need to get out of here before you lose control.

"Ah, your highness," a voice says, and before you can register who it is, they have your arm in theirs. You look up into Sarsa Broden's smiling face. He's an old family friend, and typically the sight of him would have made you nothing but happy, but now, all you can see if him handing over Naboo to you.

"You did well today, my Queen," he says. The title chafes. Suddenly your dress feels much too tight.

"Thank you," you manage to say.

"Ah," he says, as a server walks by with a tray of food. "My favorites. Any for you--"

"No, no thank you," you say. Just the smell of whatever it is makes you nauseous. When was the last time you ate anything?

"I hope that you know you can call on me for anything you should need during your term."

"Of course I do," you say. The temperature in the ball room must have gone up at least ten degrees. It quickly feels hard to breath.

"I'm glad," he says with a smile. He studies your face for a moment and his smile drops. "Your Highness? Are you alright?"

"Perfectly fine, my lord," you pant.

"I know this can all be overwhelming, but I do hope it's all you ever wanted it to be."

You are going to be sick.

"Please excuse me," you say, not giving him enough time to respond before you bolt out the nearest exit.

Workers are a blur as you race past them, struggling not to knock them over.

Know it's for the better.

You hear footsteps behind you and know that it is your security, probably confused as hell about your sudden exit.

All you ever wanted.

At the end of the hall is a door out to the terrace.

Know it's for the better.

Naboo matches the mood of her queen. The temperature has dropped significantly, as heavy rain falls over Theed Palace.

All you ever wanted.

It is the final straw. Here in the downpour in the dark, with only a few streetlights and the glow of the opened door where your guards wait, you break down.

Falling to your knees, tears pour down your face faster than ever. You can feel the face paint slipping down your cheeks, but it doesn't matter. A scream like sob wrenches out of you as you hold onto yourself.

Both your father and Broden's words echo in your mind. Like scorpions they sting and sting, over and over again. You cannot find a way to be free of them.

Warm arms wrap around you, and for a moment you think it's one of your guards, but then you look up into Nove's face. It looks like she's crying, too. You open your mouth to say something but it just comes out in a sob. She clings to you tightly and rocks you gently as you cry.

"All I wanted was him," you weep, clinging to her just as tight.

"I know, I know."

"All I wanted," you say again, and you know you are shouting, but it has to come out. You say it over and over until your throat is scraped raw. Nové just rocks you in her arms and shushes you gently.

"I know."

The bottle of moonshine is empty before Poe realizes. Just like how the mission was over before he knew it.

The bottle was a gift from his dad. He came to visit Poe a few days after he heard the news. All attempts Kes made to get Poe to open up were futile. But when it finally all came out, over a couple glasses of the very same moonshine, Kes held him tightly, crying with him.

He left the bottle with Poe and told him to comm if he needed anything. Poe thought he could use another bottle right now, but knows that's not what his father had meant.

He holds the bottle in his hands, his grip tightening as he reads the label. It's the same brand, his father's brand, that Kes served to you when the two of you had gone to visit. Back when things were good, back when things made sense.

He doesn't realize he is holding the bottle too tight until it shatters in his hands.

"Fuck," Poe yells, trying to shake the shards of glass from his hands. The door to his quarters opens and Snap comes in, eyes wide.

"What the hell?" he asks, stepping over the shards of glass to look at Poe's hand. "What happened?"

"Bottle broke," Poe says through gritted teeth. "I'm fine."

"You're not," Snap says, pulling Poe after him. "You've got shards of glass in your hand."

"I said I'm fine, Snap!" Poe barks.

He has been like this for too long. Every little thing seems to set him on edge. He knows his friends are only trying to help, but each time they reach out, his anger only grows. No one can help him. It's a fate he has readily accepted. Why can't they?

"I know you are. But there's glass in your hand. I just want to get you cleaned up."

Poe keeps protesting as Snap leads him to Med Bay, but Snap ignores him. It isn't until they are sitting in the white, sterile room, his hand devoid of glass and bandaged, that Snap speaks again.

"What did the bottle do to piss you off?" he asks.

Poe's first instinct is to shake his head, but he finds himself saying, "Just brought up a memory."

"A bad one?"

"A Y/N one," he says quietly.

"Ah."

"You know," Poe say after a beat, "I drink to try and forget her, but everything ends up reminding me of her."

"General Organa told you she could find you another room."

"I don't want another room," he says. His voice cracks a little, but he fights to control it. "I don't want any of this, Snap."

"I know, Poe," he says gently.

"Why didn't I fight harder?" he asks, just above a whisper. He has kept these thoughts silent for too long. He wants them to come out, but knows it's pointless, given the state of things.

"What?"

"Why didn't I fight? Why didn't I confront her parents? Why didn't I take her off of Naboo, give her time to think it over? Why didn't I-"

"Poe, you--"

"Why wasn't I enough? Why wasn't our love strong enough?"

"Hey, don't start thinking like that," Snap says, bracing a hand on his shoulder. "You know why she did what she did. And you know it hurts her, too."

"I don't know what I know anymore," he says, dropping his head into his hands. He wrings his fingers through his mess of curls. They've been knotted for weeks, but he can't seem to find the desire to fix them.

"Maybe laying off the moonshine will bring some clarity," Snap says carefully. Poe lets out a tut of laughter and nods noncommittally.

"Thanks for the first aid, Snap," Poe says, and hops off the exam table.

As midnight overtakes Naboo, Nové and the other handmaidens have tucked you into bed. After spending stars know how long holding onto you on the terrace, Nové was eventually able to coax you back inside. Together, Loré, Sondé, and she got you out of the ruined coronation gown and into a warm bath. They brushed out your knotted hair as you sat in silence, and then crawled into bed next to you.

Loré, on your left, distracts you by reading inane articles from gossip nets, ones that sometimes get you to crack a smile. Sondé, on your right, has made a cup of warm tea, that she hands to you now.

Seeing that you are taken care of for the moment, Nové slips out of the room. The halls of Theed Palace are nearly empty as she finds her way into an unoccupied communications room.

She only has to wait a beat before the holographic image of Jess appears. Nové can't help her smile at seeing her, but there is pain there, too. A longing of her own.

"Hi, Supernova," Jess says.

"It's so good to hear your voice," Nové says gently.

"Yours, too."

"How are things?"

"They're alright," Jess says carefully. "Business as usual, but there is a tension that hangs in the air."

"Here too."

"How did the coronation go?" Jess asks.

"The ceremony itself went off without a hitch, but a few minutes into the party, Y/N broke down. She cried in the pouring rain for probably an hour, and all I could do was hold her," she says, feeling again, how helpless she felt then.

"It's good that you were there for her."

"Yeah," Nové says, "I'm just glad to see it finally come out. She's been a ghost these past few weeks. She only cries in the night when everyone else has left, but in the morning there are still red circles under her eyes. And then it's back to a living corpse. She hardly eats." Nové sighs. "I don't know what I can do to help her."

"I don't know that there is anything we can do," Jess says. "We've been trying to figure out how to help Poe over here, but he doesn't want to talk either."

"He's gone silent, too?"

"No, he just brushes us off when we try to. And he's taken to drinking. When it's time for a mission, debrief, he's there and in normal Poe spirit. But the second any of that is over, the tortured look comes back over him, and he disappears to his quarters to drink. He broke a glass bottle in his hands earlier today."

"How are they ever going to . . ." Nové trails off, unable to say it.

"How are they ever going to find each other again?" Jess asks.

"No. How will they ever get past this," Nové says.

"I don't know. Do you think there's a chance, after all of this is done?"

"I don't know," Nové says with a sigh. And she truly doesn't. She can't even imagine how tomorrow will shake out, let alone years from now. "Are you going to tell Poe we spoke?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going to go check in on him afterwards. I think today was particularly worse, because he knew that the coronation was taking place. I'll see if it's something he needs to hear, if it's something he can handle.

"What about Y/N?"

"Not tonight I won't," Nové replies. "We just got her into bed, I won't give her another thought to torture herself with."

"Don't forget to take care of yourself, too, Nové."

"I won't."

"I miss you like crazy."

"I miss you more," Nové says with a sad smile.

"Talk soon?"

"Absolutely. Jess?" Nové asks, before she can end the call. "We both miss you all. If he can handle it, tell him, won't you?"

"Of course. Goodnight, Supernova."

"Goodnight, Jessika."

A knock at his door awakens Poe. He lifts off the bed and notices the chair in the corner is in pieces, a bottle of whiskey lying next to him. He can't remember how it got there, or how the chair broke, but that has been happening more and more.

He has pushed his feelings down for so long, they seem to manifest in bursts of anger. He knows the drinking isn't helping these mood swings, but he can't bring himself to care to stop.

He knows he is drunk when he goes to open the door for Jess and nearly falls as he trips on more scattered junk. Jess walks into the room, and takes in the mess as she does. A bottle rolls away from her foot, rattling as she kicks it.

"Poe," she pleads, "Tell me this isn't all yours."

"What do you want, Jess?" he asks, flopping down at the end of his bed.

"At least say they aren't all from today."

"They aren't all from today."

"We're all worried about you--"

"I don't need your worry," he says, looking at her. "I'm fine."

"I never ever saw you drink this much when Y/N was around."

"Well she's not anymore, is she?" He can feel the fire blazing in his eyes as he says this, the anger forming inside of him.

"I never saw you drink this much before her, either," Jess says quietly.

"I'm fine," he says again, knowing it's a lie. "I'll quit soon, I'm just--"

"Trying to drink your way through the galaxy?"

"Why are you here, Jess?" he asks tiredly. "Come to dig the knife in further? I know you were calling Nové today."

"I did."

"So, how is she?" he asks. Jess knows he's not talking about Nové.

"The same as this," she says.

"Y/N is drinking herself to a stupor?" Poe asks with a pained smile.

"From the way Nové tells it, she can't bring herself to do much of anything. Says she's like a ghost."

A ghost. Poe can hardly imagine you as such. Can hardly imagine the woman he loves, the woman so full of life and laughter, suddenly empty and silent. The only time you were remotely like that, was around your parents, but even then you had venomous words to wield against them.

"She's not fighting anymore," Poe says, understanding, "She's accepted this fate her parents have decided for us."

"Not sure she had much of a choice."

"Yeah, but I did," he says. "I could have fought for her. I should have fucking been there today."

"What could you have done?"

"I could have tried," he says weakly. He stands, turning away from her as the tears he tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to fall. Jess ignores his desire to be alone and wraps him in her arms. It isn't until he's fully embraced that he realizes how much he needs this. He holds her tightly.

"I'm sorry," Jess says, the only thing she can think to say.

"I know," he says, breaking away from her. "I am, too." And that's really all he's been since it happened. Sorry for himself, sorry for you, sorry for the life you would have had, and the one you have now.

"So," he says after a beat, "What's her name?"

"Queen Bhavisama," Jess says quietly.

"Thank you for telling me," Poe says, a gentle dismissal. Jess nods.

Once she is gone, Poe sits back down and reaches for the closest bottle. He brings it to his lips but stops before drinking. His thoughts are on you, same as every day, but he cannot get the haunted image of you out of his mind.

He hates himself just a little bit for sitting here, knowing you are in pain. And he hates himself more because he knows that if he did run to you, it wouldn't change anything.

The bottle in his hand is mostly empty, and before he can take the final swig, he holds it up in toast and says, "To Queen Bhavisama." The liquor burns as it goes down and the bottle crashes onto the floor as Poe sobs into his hands.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #return to me

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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Instinct

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN Reader

Word Count: 1978

Summary: Like any other day, it's training day. You start in the early morning before the sweltering heat gets too much for you feeble body. This was like the other days: failing to pin the Yautja. So Gawtin gives you some motivation to help you.

Author Note: I love her so much. I want to write some more lesbian stuff but also work on a different first. Gotta get my life into shape first if I'm going to do anything.

Masterlist

Ao3

All the air within your lungs was forced out, harshly. A bo-staff shoved into your chest. You were unable to do anything, still in shock at what happened and trying to regain the lost oxygen. Someone above you said something at you, the alien language lost to you. All you could do was stare dazed up at the sky.

A large shadow passed over you, blocking out the harsh Yautja Prime sun. The bo-staff no longer was pressed into your skin. Green flashed in your vision, a hand coming down patting your cheek. You made a noise of complaint and pushed it away. “Ooman, up. We are not done,” a familiar voice stated and patted you again.

The headache growing wasn’t helped with her actions. You grasped her wrist and pulled with what strength you had at that moment. Gawtin did not move a single centimeter. One of her brows quirked up. A silent ‘really’ passing from her. You huffed before sitting up, back of your hand swiping away at the sweat building on your forehead.

Gawtin watched as you did, standing tall to the side with the wooden bo-staff in her large hands. Over the course of the day, you’ve improved with little breaks in between. The air was different compared to your planet but your body has adapted well to it after two years. In general, you’ve adapted well to the environment, including your Yautja mate.

Said being rested a hand on your shoulder after you got back to feet. “Breath and take a break. We’ll resume shortly,” she said with a calm voice and stepped over to where you had a water hide. One she created for you. Gawtin picked it up and offered it you.

There was a gentle smile on your features as you stepped out of the sunlight. Your skin already turning pink in the short time within it. Gawtin didn’t mean to force you out into the light. A soothing bath will be required after this. You were doing so good for her. “Thank you, love.” You took the bag from her and poured fresh, lukewarm water into your mouth. One thing you would have to complain, no ice or cool drink safe for you. Again, you’ve adapted though. You swallowed greedily at the pouch before setting it down back in its place.

Your Yautja chuffed and stepped into your personal space. You took a chance and leaned into her overly warm body. It was uncomfortably hot but you didn’t care. That’s what happens when you loved someone. Her hand came up to rest on the top of your head. “You are doing great, artful one. You are learning well to wield something bigger than a pencil,” she teased. You used the back of your hand to smack at you stomach.

“You didn’t say that when I used the strap-on on you, love,” you returned fire, hiding your face from embarrassment. “I feel like I wielded that well.”

Her body tensed against yours, claws biting into your scalp. “There are children present,” she mutter as she bent down so her mouth was close to your ear.

Off to the side, Qui’oky sat playing with a couple of wooden toys. He was completely oblivious to what his mother and mate were doing. “You didn’t care about that two nights ago,” you jester again. At this point, you were digging your own grave deeper and deeper. But oh well. If it’s her that kills you, then it shall be.

A snarl rolled throughout her entire body, sending vibrations to yours. Uh oh. You’re in it now. She let her free arm slither around your waist and pulled you to her body. You giggled though and was able to pull away from her. “Come on, lover. We aren’t done yet.” Teasing Gawtin was always fun. Sometimes, it would surprise her enough that she doesn’t know what to do in reaction. Such a strong, sturdy, immoveable creature… until it came to you. You’re hers.

You stepped back into the invisible ring, a twinkle in your eyes. The Yautja watched you closely; your hips swaying. Then, you bent over and swiped the shorter bo-staff off of the ground. Yet, you were slow to rise. Gawtin tensed her jaw before marching over to the ring. This whole day, you’ve been testing her, winding her up. A bow string can only take so much.

Paya, the way you moved as her purple eyes watched with rapture… She felt young again. The new blood rushing through her veins, ready to pounce on you. Her years though have taught patience. She’ll get her chance. All she has to do was wait.

As the two of you stood across from each other in the ring, you attempted to show off. The wooden bo-staff twirled amateurly within your grasp. One late hand movement caused the weapon to leave your grasp. Fuck! You were swift to snatch it back but heavy footfalls had your head snapping up.

All in her goddess, five-hundred pound glory was Gawtin sprinting at you. The ring wasn’t big since it had trees growing within to block out the raging sun. You yelped and brough up the bo-staff. Any later, you would’ve been pinned to the ground like prey.

Gawtin’s wooden weapon bashed into yours with half of her strength. Yet, it was enough to make your muscles ache the moment it happened. Your bones jarred in their places as you struggled to hold her back. The weapon was starting to bend, causing spikes of fear to race through you. You and your big mouth!

This was sparring, of course. The love of your life wasn’t going to seriously injure you. That doesn’t mean she won’t push you past your limits, something she liked to test with consent.

The bo-staff’s pressure was pulled off. You weren’t safe though. It curved edge whistled through the air as it came straight for you. There wasn’t enough time.

It smashed into your open side. You gasped at the sudden pain yet clenched your teeth, not doubling over. Gawtin has taught you it’s okay to be in pain but don’t let it stop you. Push past it. Your own stick was finally brought up to deflect one of hers. But, it was like she could read your mind.

Her leg stuck out and swiped out your own from underneath you. Same position. The breath knocked out of you. Bo-staff poking into your upper torso as Gawtin stared down at you. A new, serious look in her eyes. “What have I told you about listening to your gut more? It is smart. Do it,” she demanded then let the staff’s end rest by her feet.

You’re allowed to get back to your feet in a timely manner. Once you do, you sighed and rolled your shoulders. Your hand rubbed at the back of your head. A possible bump was probably going to rise later in the day. You used a foot roll your staff back and picked it up. You stared down at the weapon in hand before curling your fingers around it. Listen to your instincts. If Gawtin believes in you, then that means you can do it.

A deep breath filled your lungs before releasing it, gaze now set on the tall Yautja. She returned with the same look, a fire within them. You lowered yourself into a fighting position. Gawtin did the same. But, you didn’t let her strike first. That would be giving her power, the advantage. The last thing you wanted to do. Like she’s told you time and time again, use her size and weight against her. Come on, you can do this!

The staff in hand whooshed through the air, aimed for the tender spot of her ribs. Gawtin raised an eyebrow as she used the palm of her hand to stop it from touching its designation. Aw shit, here we go again. You tried pull it back from Gawtin put she just twisted it and it was hers. She discarded it to the side.

Your eyes were scanning the surrounding area for anything useful. Only thing nearby was Qui’oky. The little guy wasn’t going to help you. He’s a momma boys. You gritted your teeth and dodged out of the way of her weapon. It bounced against the dirt ground next to you. Miss.

This continued. You kept close, limiting her reach with the weapon, and played defense. This was pointless without a staff. There was no way to tire her out. Years upon years upon years have built up her stamina. That’s why she’s your goddess. So your next plan was to dance around her to grasp your fallen weapon.

From every time you’ve seen her spar, only a two have you seen her truly fight, this was beyond easy mode. Thankfully so. You would be getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter by a professional butler. How could you be so bad at this?! “Don’t think, ooman! Move. Let your body fight for you,” Gawtin demanded and brought down her staff, knocking it against your exposed side. “Arms down. Protect your side.”

A yelp escaped you at this, elbows immediately coming down as she tried to jab you there again. This time, you caught the weapon and jerked it in your direction. The Yautja was surprised at your sudden offence and stumbled a step forward. Just enough for you use a leg to swipe her unsteady limbs from underneath her.

Pain flared up your leg the moment after at how much strength it took to take her down. The ground underneath you trembled lightly as her back slammed into it. You were quick to hop on top of her and used her own weapon to hold against her throat. Both legs on each side of her expansive chest, yet your knees weren’t touching the ground.

Your shoulders rose and fell heavily as you stared deep into her eyes. A rumbling purr starting in her chest. Some days you wished she had lips that you could press yours against.

One moment, you were on top… The next, all the air in your lungs was pushed out. A hand wrapped securely around your throat as a great weight held you down. Your jaw hung down as you tried to gasp but your body was too much in shock to even breath. Both arms pinned simply in one hand above your head. Your legs were pressed into your chest as the Yautja’s face hung close to yours. Gawtin stared down at you, an upper mandible raised.

Her slithery tongue licked a stripe along your cheek. She rolled her lower body, gaining a moan that you were quick to shut down. Your eyes wide at the realization on what you had just did and what had happened. You couldn’t believe how aroused you were in this moment after pinning her down then the tides being turned around on you.

Another thought hit you that had embarrassment rolling through you. “There’s a child present!” you whispered at her, eye softly closely. The Yautja kept gently rolling her hips against yours. A glint appeared in Gawtin’s eyes.

Gawtin leaned back down and licked from the back of your ear and along the edged of your jawline. “You were not concerned earlier.” You gasped at both the feeling and her words.

The human was too stunned to speak. Gawtin chuckled lowly before standing up. You couldn’t move, too afraid you couldn’t even stand. She raised a brow as you before offering a single hand. More than enough to pull you back to your feet. “Come on, artful one. If you can pin me by dusk, you make get your wish to taste me.” That gave you the energy to rise swiftly to your feet. One she smirked at.

#yautja x you #female yautja #yautja x oc #yautja #predator x human #predator x you #x reader #yautja x #yautja x reader #yautja x human #female predator #alien vs predator #predator #writing prompts #gawtin #love gawtin

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everythingisawayoflife · 1 year

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what the poets are like when they are sick except i’m right bc i know them personally

i’m bored and have extreme writers block, so here ya go, do with this what you will.

Neil:

Neil does not get sick often but when he does, its Bad™️

It starts small, usually a throat tickle but by the end of the day, he’s beaten to a pulp by a virus

He gets bad fevers but he always claims it’s because he runs warm (and he does, so fair point)

Neil gets eerily quiet - like you would almost swear he was dead from not talking so much

He becomes a completely different person, a shadow of himself. He hardly smiles, hardly laughs. He’s miserable.

He’s also extremely touch-starved and even though he won’t ask for them, cuddles are welcome despite a very weak protest of “I don’t want you to catch this”

He hates medicine - it tastes like crap

will come to class sick and even went to rehearsal w/ the flu at one point - he passed out

it takes him a while to get over something, usually a week or so before he can shake something entirely

Todd:

Todd has the WORST immune system in the world like a sickly Victorian child with consumption does not compare to him

You cannot even BREATHE in Todd’s direction after getting over a cold because Todd will catch it and it will be bad

Todd always got sick growing up but his parents thought it would go away growing up - they have never been more wrong

Todd likes to burrito himself in blankets because he runs extremely cold

Usually the first of the poets to get sick and then he gives his germs to Neil then Neil gives it to the others

Likes getting “Get Well Soon” cards

Inhales chicken noodle soup as if his life depended on it

congestion is the worst for him and he sounds very funny when he talks (neil thinks it’s cute)

likes being sung to sleep

Charlie:

when i say dramatic, i really mean dramatic. very over the top.

“CAMERON, I’B DYING! QUICK, WRITE DOWN MY WILL!”

sneezes snot rockets and its digusting

refuses medicine like a child

“you have to sweat it out”

gets sick from doing the dumbest things like jumping into cold water

just wants to be held but masks it over comedic exaggeration

his mom always took care of him when he fell ill, so really late at night if a headache or something is keeping him up, he cries because he’s homesick and wishes she was taking care of him

consumes cough drops like candy (he definitely's shouldn't be but he does b/c cameron just lets him and stopped trying to stop it a longgg time ago)

Knox:

out of all the poets, knox has the strongest immune system

he has terrible seasonal allergies tho, they're worse in the spring

the worst he's gotten sick was a bout of appendicitis where it DID burst and he nearly died

he thinks the scar makes him look cool (it doesn't)

he's usually the one making the soup runs and midnight trips to walgreens for the tylenol & ibuprofen

if knox does happen to get a passing virus, it ALWAYS lasts for no more than 24 hours

he acts completely normal, like up and walking around, functioning like a normal person

hates being coddled and he smacks people's hands away when they try to feel for a temperature

Pitts:

the biggest symptom he gets is a terrible cough (you can hear what's in his lungs and it's horrendous)

he overheats but doesn't get freezing like todd

he hates to be alone when he's sick, he starts to get very anxious

has no appetite at all whether it's a minor cold or full blown stomach flu he just can't stomach more than an apple and some water

had to get his tonsils taken out and instead of being miserable, he was happy he got to eat popsicles

while ear infections are more common among little kids, he's always managed to get one at least once a year

like knox, he never gets sick easily but when it does hit him, it's nothing too bad

has an extreme fear of needles and the doctor's office. he once became seriously feverish and delirious and when the poets tried taking him to the clinic at welton, he kicked charlie in the stomach for trying to move him. he still feels bad about it despite his memory of it being fuzzy

always loses his voice and has a special notebook he writes in when he needs to communicate with people

Meeks:

does not have the strongest immune system and gets sick abnormal times

develops stress fevers and getting him to lay down is quite a challenge

like neil, meeks will come to class sick and will pass out in the middle of a lesson

when he finally is confined to bed rest, he always has a book or some kind of brain teasers w/ him

honey lemon tea becomes his very best friend during his course of illness

usually the one diagnosing himself or his friends (actually owns a stethoscope he got from a friend of his dad's)

always brings a first aid kit to the poet cave b/c jagged rocks and risk of infection

he always sounds terrible, the congestion is even worse than todd's

always gets extreme migraines that make him cry

Cameron:

also bitches and moans when he gets sick - he and charlie are far more alike than he thinks

is the pretentious kid with a bell who rings for service - charlie chucked it out their window

uses absence as just one really long study hall and finishes all his homework AND manages to get ahead

when he comes back from being sick he always asks "didja miss me?" everyone says no (in a joking way but charlie actually means it)

doesn't get too terribly sick and not too often

when he does get sick, dizzy spells are the worst for him

like pitts, he always loses his voice no matter the scenario

actually hates drinking tea and will just pour honey straight down his throat

has a favorite medicine flavor - it's grape

BONUS: Keating always gives the boys a book when they return from being sick or comes to visit them if they end up in the hospital. He always writes a get-well note in the books.

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron #john keating #dps fandom #dps headcanons #i really do love them with all my heart #i need to write a sickfic for neil #we need more on ao3 #i've been reading this knarlie fake dating one and it's so fucking good #anyway #do with this as you see fit

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dudadragneel · 1 year

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Hello guys! It's me!

How are you guys doing?

So. My dear anon who requested the Winter Cabin sickfic, you waited far too long!

FINALLY! THE REQUEST IS DONE!

I'm sorry for the delay! But it's here!

Just a warning: this s*** is long af 🤣

I really hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!

💜

*requests are open, read pinned post*

Hii Duda, I thought of this idea for a request in a dream (funny I know) okay so picture the scene— SKZ is on break and it’s winter and they’re all staying at a luxurious cabin and y/n is excited to finally get some alone time and rest with her bf Hyunjin. But Hyunjin develops a bad migraine and he’s hesitant to tell her at first because she’s so excited for a romantic getaway but he decides to just be honest with her and tell her how bad he feels. Like he’s SO nauseous and keeps trying to be sick but can’t, We need the “I feel like I’m going to throw up” line somewhere in there because 🤭. Eventually he does start throwing up but then he can’t stop, every time he eats it just comes back up and he may be miserable but his lovely gf and members are always willing to help.

For an idol, having some free time was something as rare as seeing Halley's comet, so whenever they had, they made it worth every second.

This time, their so dreamed break was during the winter season, a time of the year when everything looked beautiful but also, sometimes, gloomy. The boys decided to rent a luxury winter cabin to spend part of their break and you were going as well.

Even though you went to some of their official schedules to keep Hyunjin company, sometimes you had to work or study, so you couldn't make it. So whenever he had free time or vacations, he would make sure that you both did as much as you could.

You were the organized one when compared to the rest of the group, so you were all packed a day before the trip.

Morning rose, despite being extremely cold, the sun was still rising and shining and it looked beautiful. You were going to leave at 7 AM to get to the cabin around 1 PM.

You were supposed to meet at the dorms and from there get on the bus you guys decided to rent and head for the cabin.

Arriving at the dorms, you were met with 8 frantic boys finishing packing.

- Good morning! Really, guys? Really?

You just stood there, at the doorway, with a not-so-amused or surprised look on your face.

- Oh hi y/n!

Han said running from one side of the room to another with a pack of clothes.

- didn't we plan this trip, like, two weeks ago? I'm not even surprised...

You said defeated as you entered the chaotic house and headed to Hyunjin's room.

- Oh, hello my love!

He said, going to give you a kiss and a hug.

- How's everything? All done packing?

- Almost. I'm just looking for my brush...

- You're bringing your painting kit?

- Yes! The scenery is beautiful, I felt inspired. I just can't find that brush...

- The medium-sized one?

- yeah!

- This one?

You said holding the brush in front of your face with a cute smile.

- Yes! You're life saver, babe!

- You left it at my house last time you spent the night.

- Thank you so much!

He packed his painting kit inside his bag before sitting on the bed. But one tiny action caught your attention, a subtle wince and a twitch of the eyebrow.

- What's wrong?

- what?

- you just winced. What's wrong?

- You noticed that?

- Yeah.

- We've been dating for 2 years and I still get surprised by how perceptive of details you are...

- So, honey, what's wrong?

- A teeny tiny headache...it must be from the cold

- Well, if it's from the cold then you gotta keep yourself warm. Put this binnie and these ear muffs. And this scarf.

You handed him a thick black scarf with a small piece of paper attached to it.

- Woah! You made this??

- Yes! Did you like it?

- It's beautiful! It matches any outfit! Thank you so much, babe!

He gave you a kiss and a hug and then stepped a bit away so you could wrap the scarf around his neck.

- Can you grab me that bag over there?

- Oh, you're bringing your camera?

- Yeah! This weather will give us some beautiful photographs!

- I'm bringing mine as well. A polaroid!

- Oh, you don't like my photos then?

He said jokingly and giving you a sassy look

- No, you silly! I just like the vintage touch to it! I feel like they portray better what we're feeling.

- So my photographs are lifeless?

- No, babe, stop.

You said smacking him on the shoulder, which made him laugh.

- I'm just joking.

You helped him finish packing and then headed to the living room to wait for the other members.

After 30 minutes, the dorm was still in chaos, and by now you were just wondering if you'd actually go on this trip.

- Guys, we have 40 minutes to get to the bus. Come on! I'm totally gonna mom you right now, but, make sure you're not forgetting anything and go to the bathroom before we leave. It's a 3 hours drive to the first rest area, so please.

- Wow, you really momed us...

You just dug your head into your hands and laughed.

Finally, everyone was ready to leave and they made sure that everyone was taking what they said they would, Chan and his computer, Felix and his brownie cooking stuff, and so on.

Much to your surprise, the company allowed you to go on this trip alone, without the staff, since you'd be going to a rather distant place.

So the bus was rented by all nine of you and it was a luxurious one, it was spacious, the seats were comfy, there was AC, heater, WI-FI, and some other cool stuff. Honestly, it felt more like a motorhome rather than a bus.

You sat with Hyunjin and he let you be by the window since you felt cold easier, so you could have some sunlight to keep you warm.

- So, we'll be trapped here for the next 3 hours, what do you want to do?

You asked turning to him with a big smile.

- Since we have a table, I'm thinking of sketching some stuff.

- Cool! Just be careful not to get car sick.

- I will.

- And I'm gonna start taking the pictures!

- Right now?

- Yeah! It's the perfect timing! I want to capture the raw moments, no posing, just you being your natural selves.

- Do you have enough tape/film?

- Oh I have plenty! A bag of them, actually!

He just gave a little laugh and turned his attention to his sketchbook.

You spent a good 30 minutes or more taking pictures of the boys and when you were satisfied you sat back down and opened a journal and started to glue them on the pages with little notes about the moments.

In the beginning, everyone was being loud and cheerful but then the duration of the trip hit and eventually, most of them were asleep.

Hyunjin was still sketching, even though you kept glancing at him and noticed he kept dozing off every once in a while.

- Babe, why don't you take a nap for a while?

- Hm?? I'm not sleepy...

He said pouting and rubbing his eyes.

- Yes, you are. I can see you dozing off

- I'm just resting my eyes...the light hitting the white pages is making my eyes sting.

- Really?

You took a glance at the white pages of his sketchbook and almost immediately closed your eyes.

- Oh, geez! Yeah, that's blinding!

You said making a dramatic pose that made him laugh. A laugh that always made you laugh.

- And you babe, what are you doing?

- Oh, I'm doing my journal!

- Now? Wouldn't it be better to wait until we got to the cabin?

- No, I like it this way. It feels more natural, to just let it happen.

- Interesting.

Hyunjin went back to sketching while you worked on your journal. He tried to concentrate on the pages in front of him but that stinging behind his eyes was still persisting, so he decided it would be best to just try and get some sleep.

- You know what, I'm gonna take your offer and get some sleep.

- I'll wake you up when we get to the rest area.

He put his headphones on, reclined his seat, and was asleep within minutes.

You finished your journal and also went to sleep, the weather was cold and the cozy clothes made you feel relaxed.

A few minutes into sleeping, Hyunjin noticed that the stinging in his eyes wasn't going away. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep? He didn't know, or rather, he didn't want to know, because deep down inside he felt a really light headache starting.

He woke up about 15 minutes before the bus arrived at their first stop, and just stayed silent, listening to music while you're asleep.

He was excited about the trip at first but that headache earlier, the stinging in his eyes, and the headache that was coming back now were worrying him. It was one of your first trips together in a while and he didn't want to ruin it for you, he knew you were really excited for it as well.

He felt nervous and disappointed, but he didn't want to worry you, so he decided to just brush it off. But he knew all too well that the stinging behind his eyes was a sign that a migraine was starting.

Before the bus came to a stop, his stomach was already starting to feel funny, he didn't feel nauseous but it wasn't settled as well.

The bus finally arrived at the rest area and they were relieved to finally be able to stand up and stretch their legs.

- Babe, wake up, we're at the rest area.

- Oh, Hyunjin. You're already awake?

- I woke up about 15 minutes ago.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah! Let's go!

The boys went directly to the bathroom and then to the counter to order some food, even though they had brought some with them, most of it was snacks, and they wanted to have a proper meal.

You got yourself some sweet bread and so did Hyunjin.

His stomach was funny but at the same time he was a bit hungry, so he brushed it off as being too much acid from not eating a lot during the ride.

He ate the sweet bread but it didn't sit that well, his stomach felt heavy after and still funny. He tried drinking sips of water to see if it would calm down but it didn't help. So he decided that maybe he would feel better if it was out of his system.

- Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

- Alright. I'm gonna eat some more.

He left to the bathroom and locked himself inside one of the cabins. He just stood there, breathing and trying to understand what exactly his stomach was feeling. And the light headache was starting to grow strong.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to throw up or not but something was wrong with his stomach.

He bent over the toilet and gagged, trying to bring something up, as he thought that throwing up might help ease the weird feeling in his stomach.

He gagged a few times without success and eventually one of the members came inside the bathroom making him freeze on the spot.

He leaned his back on the cabin's wall, as his head was beginning to pound from the effort of trying to throw up just a few minutes ago.

He squeezed his head in an attempt to make the pain go away but it didn't work. When he heard the member walk out he bent over the toilet one more time and tried contracting his stomach and gagged again, but nothing but saliva came out, and it certainly didn't ease the discomfort he was feeling. And to top that, the pounding in his head increased again by the effort he was putting his body through. He flushed, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth before walking out to meet with a worried expression on your face.

- Babe, are you okay?

- What?

- Not to be rude or invasive, but you took a long to come out. Is everything okay?

- Yeah. I'm fine. You don't need to worry.

- Okay. Let's go, the bus will leave in a few minutes.

He was trying to stay positive about everything, he didn't want to worry you, not when you were so excited for this trip.

The rest of the ride to the cabin was a mix between being chaotic and sleeping, and they couldn't wait to get there, eat, and sleep on a comfy bed.

The cabin was isolated, luxurious, and rather big. Its interior was mostly made of wood which had a nice contrast with the white from the snow outside.

- Woah! It's so beautiful!

They all said with their mouths wide open. Just like usual, the first thing they did was a little game to decide the rooms, and you participated as well.

In the end, you and Hyunjin got one of the bedrooms with a "king" sized bed.

You all went to your bedrooms to organize your clothing in the wardrobes since you'd be staying there for a little while. After that, the boys went downstairs to prepare lunch, they were starving.

- Let's go downstairs and eat something then we can decide what we'll do today.

- You can go first, I'll be there in a few. I gotta go to the bathroom.

- Okay.

You went downstairs and helped the ones in charge of cooking, prepare lunch.

After you left, Hyunjin entered the bathroom and the light bothered him a bit, there was this strange pain in the corner of his eyes when he tried turning them. His head wasn't giving him a break, it felt like the pain increased little by little as time passed. And to add to his suffering, his stomach wasn't exactly happy about it since earlier.

His mouth kept salivating and everything in his body kept telling him not to swallow any of it.

He just stood there in front of the mirror as he felt his mouth pool with saliva. He bent over the sink and just let it out of his mouth, it was so much it made him gag a little but he didn't vomit. He spat out a few more times before rising his mouth and going downstairs.

Lunch went on as usual, loud and fun. The food was delicious and warm, just perfect for the weather.

After lunch, some of the boys went to their bedrooms for a well-deserved nap, others played video games and you and Hyunjin decided to go out for a while since the snow wasn't as deep as to make a nice walk a difficult task.

There was a beautiful lake near the cabin and that's where you two went for a little date.

When you arrived at the lake, you were just as happy as you could be and Hyunjin was happy that you were enjoying the trip.

You turned around smiling at him and the image in front of him made him feel as if he was falling in love with you for the first time again.

The sun cast a light blue shadow on the snow behind you as well as the little bits covering the trees, and the light on the lake's surface cast a beautiful golden shine on your face. Hyunjin felt his heart racing at the beautiful image in front of him.

- I love you.

Was all he could say while looking at you with bright sparkling eyes.

- I love you too.

You kept on walking alongside the as he took pictures of you. Eventually, you reached a nice spot where you could relax so he sat down and pulled out his sketchbook and started to draw.

- What are you doing?

You asked him turning around and smiling.

- Just sketching the beauty in front of my eyes. I wish I had brought a canvas and paint with me. This scenery is just mesmerizing.

He just sat there taking in the imagery of the place.

But being in the cold was starting to show its effects. His nose was getting runny and the headache got a little stronger, he started sneezing which caught your attention.

- Bless you! You okay?

- Yeah! My nose is a little runny.

He said laughing at you with the cutest face.

- Let's get back to the cabin before we catch a cold.

You headed back to the cabin as the sun was starting to set, which made the place even more magical. You both turned back to look at that mesmerizing view one more and take the last picture of the day.

Getting back to the cabin everyone was sitting down deciding on what to make for dinner. But when they asked you what you wanted, Hyunjin's response made you raise an eyebrow.

- Hyunjin-ah, what do you want for dinner?

- Me? I don't know, I'm not really hungry.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You tugged his shirt and whispered into his ear.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I guess it's just the stress from the trip.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

You just looked at him and nodded, if he said so then why say otherwise?

He let you take a shower first because he knew you feel colder than he does.

The day had been nice until now, but everything started to go south the moment he entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Because of the cold, he obviously took a hot shower, and while that did provide some comfort in a way it also worsened his headache. The temperature of the water relaxed his body which made his blood circulate better, making his head start to pound. For a brief moment, he swayed to the side and leaned against the wall so he wouldn't fall and startle you. He changed the temperature of the water so it wouldn't feel as stuffed inside the bathroom and stopped to take a few deep breaths trying to control the sudden dizziness.

As he did that his stomach twisted making him feel nauseous. He leaned his head against the wall and kept taking deep controlled breaths to ease the nausea. But it was a failed attempt. He covered his mouth to surpass a gag so you wouldn't hear him because he really didn't want to worry you when you were enjoying this trip so much.

He bent over the drain and gagged silently and unproductively before he gagged again but nothing but bile came up.

He rinsed his mouth with water and washed his face a few times, calming himself before turning off the water.

He put on some comfy clothes and took a look in the mirror and notices how his complexion looked a little tired but he could try to lie to you by saying it was because of the cold. Even though he knew deep down you would notice something was off.

His head suddenly stung with pain and the dizziness washed over his body once more, he felt the floor sway beneath his feet and grabbed the edges of the sink for support, and crouched down before the worse happened.

He took deep breaths and tried to focus his eyes on the tiles of the floor.

When he deemed it safe, he stood up carefully and washed his face before leaving the bathroom.

Once out, he was met with a rather worried expression on your face.

- Babe, are you okay?

- Yeah. It's just because the bathroom was warm after the hot shower and I didn't want to leave.

He said laughing a little trying to cover what once was a slight headache and now was a pounding migraine.

He tried to brush it off but his body said otherwise. Suddenly his head stung making him squeeze it in an attempt to ease the pain away. Now he wouldn't be able to continue with the farce.

- Hyunjin, are you really okay?

- No.

He said almost breaking down but stopping before crying and making that pounding even worse.

He didn't want to ruin your trip or worry you, but now the pain was getting unbearable.

- My head is killing me.

- Oh baby, since when?

- Since morning, even before we left.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- It was so light before and I didn't want to ruin this trip for you. You were so excited.

- Hyunjin, you could've told me. You're not ruining my trip.

- I'm sorry, baby. I'm really not feeling well right now.

- Is that why you took long on the bath?

- Yeah, it suddenly got worse and it made me feel dizzy twice and I didn't want to pass out.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell me? You could've fallen! At least I'd be able to help you before you actually fainted.

- I'm really sorry, I didn't know it would get this bad.

- How bad is it right now?

- Like someone is hammering my head from the inside. I can barely open my eyes, because the brightness makes it sting even more.

- Oh my love. Come here.

You hugged him and pat his head, trying to relax him a little.

- Do you think you're up for some dinner?

- I think so. At least then I could take some medicine. Do you have it?

- Yes, I'll give it to you after dinner. Come on.

- One more thing. Can you please not tell the other members? I don't want to worry them.

- Okay.

You said sighing.

You both went down to meet with the boys in the living room and dinner was already set on the table.

- Let's eat!

Chan said smiling and sitting down.

You sat beside Hyunjin and gave him a little squeeze in his hand reassuring him you were right there for him if he needed.

You all began talking and eating and for a few minutes, Hyunjin kept eating and talking as well.

But as time passed, surprisingly, his headache increased even more. He grew quiet, which thankfully they didn't really give much thought to, as everyone was tired from the trip.

He tried to keep on eating, but his body decided otherwise. Each mouthful got harder and harder to swallow, to the point where he kept on chewing, afraid of swallowing the food. He took another mouthful and the process repeated until he managed to finally swallow the food.

He put his chopsticks down and leaned back on his chair, which caught your attention.

- Babe, you ok?

- Hm

He just hummed and nodded.

But his stomach was already decided that it didn't want that last bite. It started to turn and the nausea hit with full force, sending hot liquid up his throat not giving him much time to control the situation. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

He let out a muffled burp which ended up bringing his stomach content up even closer to his mouth.

- I feel like I'm going to throw up.

That was all he managed to say before a gag filled his mouth with vomit making him dart to the bathroom, you following right behind leaving everyone shocked.

- What just happened?

- I don't know. But he was a little off today, wasn't he?

When he got to the bathroom he barely had the time to reach the toilet before vomit spilled out of his mouth hitting the edges of the toilet in the process.

He grabbed the edges and kept standing up as he gagged and vomited everything he had for dinner. The fact that he had just eaten was the worst because it felt solid and harder to throw up and he swore he could feel every texture in his mouth as the waves came out.

You entered the bathroom shortly after and ran to his side and held his hair back as he threw up one more time.

- Oh my god babe.

He felt the grains of rice and that made him gag harshly, bringing up a stronger wave of vomit that arched his back and didn't give him time to breathe before another wave came out, this time coming out of his nose as well.

You tied his hair in a short ponytail and proceed to rub his back and stomach, providing him some comfort.

He just stood there, in the same position, grabbing the edges of the toilet for support, and left his mouth open, while saliva kept pouring out.

The whole strain that vomiting put on his body made his head feel like it was about to explode.

He could see black dots in front of his eyes and he felt the ground melt beneath his feet and his knees buckled without he could notice.

You were quick to grab him by his chest and waist to guide him down to his knees. You were thankful this time that he was rather light.

- Don't worry, I've got you. Let's sit down now, ok?

- ok...I feel dizzy...

He just let himself lean his weight on you as you had your arms around his chest and waist.

- let me stay like this for a while...

- Of course.

With the hand that was holding his waist, you decided to rub his lower back.

- You're gonna be okay. Just breathe for a while with me okay?

Chan knocked on the door before entering the bathroom to analyze the situation his dongsaeng was in.

- How is he doing?

- He threw up basically everything he ate.

- How are you feeling, Hyunjin?

Chan said kneeling down close to you.

- I feel like my head is going to explode. And my stomach just keeps on swirling around. Everything is bright and it stings my eyes.

He said, not daring to move from his position.

- I'll go tell the others what's happening and get your bed ready.

- Thanks, Chan.

You said giving him a soft smile.

He left the door open and Hyunjin tugged your shirt and motioned for you to close it before reaching the toilet. Once you were beside him again, he proceeded to throw whatever remained in his stomach.

- Oh babe, he's seen you sick before.

Hyunjin knew that, but he just wanted to be alone with you for a while. The lesser information around him, the better.

His stomach contracted painfully making him gag harshly another thick stream of vomit mixing with what was already inside the bowl.

The sigh and smell of it only made him gag more bringing more and more food up his throat.

- Jesus, babe. You're really not okay.

He threw up one more time before his stomach decided to eject only bile, and by now his throat was hurting with the strain and acid from his stomach.

- Honey, I think you're done. If you keep this up you'll hurt your throat even more.

- Hmm

You flushed the toilet, pulled him close to you, and cleaned his mouth with a wet cloth.

- Do you still feel nauseous?

- not that much...but let me stay like this a little longer, I don't feel like moving...

- okay...

You kept patting his head and drawing patterns on his hand and just let him relax a little.

- Are you feeling a little calmer now?

- Hmm

- Let's go to the bedroom then. Can you stand?

- I don't know...

He tried getting up with your help, but his vision got blurry and he slumped to the ground, the only thing keeping him from actually falling was you. You took a good look at him and noticed he was barely conscious, and you wouldn't be able to support his weight like that.

- Chan! Can you come here, please?

- What is it? Did he faint?

- Almost, we tried getting up but he just fell.

- Okay, I'll carry him to the bedroom.

Chan positioned himself in front of Hyunjin and you helped the sick boy get on his hyung's back.

- Don't worry, Hyunjin, hyung's got you.

Chan gave him a piggyback ride to your bedroom and propped him down on the bed, and you carefully guided him to lie down.

- Does that feel better?

- Hmm...

- I'll leave this bucket next to the bed, just in case.

- Thanks, Chan.

- we'll prepare some light soup for him to eat later.

Hyunjin just grumbled and shrugged at the mention of food.

- Are you gonna be sick again?

- No... just don't talk about f-food...please

- Sorry.

Chan left you two to go prepare something for his dongsaeng to eat once his stomach was a little more settled.

You got some cold water for the poor sick boy to drink to try to calm down his stomach and ease his throat.

- Here drink this. It's just cold water.

- Thanks...I'm sorry for ruining our trip...

- No babe! There's nothing to be sorry for! It's not your fault you're feeling sick.

- But I could've told you sooner but I didn't want to worry you...

- Stop saying that, Hwang Hyunjin.

You said firmly, which he understood, and shut his mouth before he made you angry instead of worried.

- Honey, can I take some medicine? My head is killing me...

- I don't think that would be a wise decision, babe. It's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach, and your migraine medication is rather strong.

- I don't know if I can handle this pain anymore.

- Then put this on.

You gave him an eye mask to help with the brightness and encouraged him to sleep while he couldn't take the medicine.

You guided him close to you and pat his head and started humming, you could feel his body relaxing and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.

He slept for about 2 hours before waking up, looking a little confused.

- Hey, babe. Are you okay?

- My head still hurts a lot...

- And your stomach?

- A little less nauseous...

- Do you think you can keep down some food?

- I don't know...maybe...

Chan brought the soup the group made while he was asleep, and they tried to make it as light as possible without losing all its taste.

- Here! We all helped make it! We hope you'll like it.

- Thanks, hyung. It smells good.

Chan left the tray with you and went back downstairs to meet the boys.

- I'll try to eat some...

- Good. But you don't need to force it. But if you can keep a few mouthfuls down, you can take your medicine.

- Okay.

He got a spoonful and hesitated for a moment before bringing it to his mouth. He took small sips of the soup to not upset his stomach.

- Hmm! It's good!

He said in a rather excited tone, considering how miserable he was feeling.

The boys brought bread for him to eat with the soup as well, so it could protect his stomach for his medicine.

He ate basically the whole soup and then took the pill with some water.

- It was really good.

- I'm glad you liked it.

You kissed him on the forehead and a bright smile, which he returned.

You two decided to stay seated on the bed because you knew that laying down right after eating in his state, would upset his stomach.

You watched some series and Hyunjin was dozing off every once in a while, and you were somewhat relieved. But you knew deep down this day was far from being over.

Hyunjin loved the food his hyungs prepared for him, it felt light on his stomach which he was grateful for. However, his migraine didn't give one sign that it was getting better. His head still pounded, it was as if he could feel every heartbeat inside of it.

His stomach started to twist and turn making him wake up, though he didn't open his eyes. He kept them shut in an attempt to go back to sleep but to no avail. The nausea grew stronger making his mouth start to produce more saliva, forcing him to swallow it.

But it didn't stop, his mouth kept pooling with saliva and he started to swallow convulsively, trying to keep everything in.

For a moment it worked, and he felt this relief wash over his body. But it didn't last long.

The nausea came back even stronger, his stomach was bubbling and he felt this bubble come up his throat and get stuck. He felt suffocated by it and he needed to burp.

He contracted his stomach lightly to force the burp out but it just brought up hot liquid up his throat and he knew this time he wouldn't be able to hold it in.

He stood up startling you, and quickly covered his mouth as he turned to his side of the bed. He tried getting up but it was too late, a harsh gag made some of the vomit come out, spilling through his fingers, but he kept his hand on his mouth, not wanting to make a bigger mess. He needed to get to the bathroom but he felt too weak to even get up from the bed.

You sat behind him, patting his back reassuringly.

- It's okay, babe. Just let it out. I'm right here with you.

You said, giving him a little kiss on his back.

The words of comfort coming from you relaxed him, so he let go of his mouth and bent over as another harsh gag arched his back sending another stream hitting the ground.

You quickly grabbed his hair to prevent from vomit getting on it and kept rubbing his back, up and down.

- That's it. Don't worry, okay? Just let everything out, you'll feel better after.

His body gave him only a few seconds to breathe before sending another wave of watery vomit up his throat, making him bent forward almost falling from the bed.

- Woah! I've got you, I've got you.

You said embracing him with your arms across his chest and pulling him back.

He burped another wave but the only thing coming out now was bile. His stomach contracted painfully, forcing something up to the point where his face got a little red, but only a tiny stream of bile came out.

- Honey, I don't think there's anything left in there. You'll just hurt your throat. Sit back a bit, lean on me.

He leaned his weight on you as you stroke his hair.

- I'm sorry for the mess...

- No, no, no. Dont, apologize. Dont worry. I'll clean this up in a bit.

You let him stay like that for a while, guiding him through deep breaths to calm down.

- I think I'm okay now...

- really?

- Yeah...I just feel lightheaded

- Then lay down, I'll clean this up.

- Okay...I'm sorry...

- Stop, please.

He laid down facing up, not wanting to give a chance for his stomach to do flips again and closed his eyes.

You left the room to get wet cloths, a mop, and a bucket to clean up the room before it started to smell like vomit and triggered Hyunjin's nausea again.

When you arrived at the kitchen, the boys gave you a worried look.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I mean...Hyunjin threw up again.

- he didn't manage to keep the soup down?

- No... but he said it was delicious a lot of times, he really liked it, but his migraine is just making him suffer.

- Do you need help?

- No, at least not now. But I'd like it if you could keep him company later, so I can take a quick shower.

You said giving a shy smile.

They all agreed and just waited for your request.

Getting up to the bedroom, you found Hyunjin dozing off rather peacefully, so you tried to keep as quiet as possible while you cleaned the mess.

He didn't even flinch while you were there, so after you were done cleaning, you took the opportunity to take a shower. Yes, just like a mother would do with her kid.

You messaged the boys so one or two of them kept company to Hyunjin, just in case something happened.

Felix went upstairs to keep the sick boy some company while you showered.

Hyunjin woke up but was barely conscious and just greeted Felix confused.

- Felix? Hi?

- Hey, there. How are you feeling?

- Hmm, tired...

He said going back to sleep without much thought, making Felix giggle a little since he seemed okay.

He just stayed there, patting the sick boy's thigh, even though the latter didn't even notice until you came back.

You saw how he was still sleeping so you just whispered.

- Was it okay?

- Yeah. He didn't actually wake up, just for a few seconds, and went back to sleep.

- Thank God.

- We'll come upstairs in a bit to sleep as well, so if you need anything, you know where we are.

He gave you a pat on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Night fell and everyone settled in their rooms, despite the rather tiring day, the night was quite beautiful. And you were somewhat relieved that Hyunjin basically didn't move an inch since the ordeal earlier. You quietly laid down beside him and whispered a soft goodnight before falling asleep.

Around 1 AM, Hyunjin started to feel weird again. His migraine was just as strong as before and no matter how much he kept his eyes shut, they still stung.

He tried to focus back on sleeping, taking controlled breaths, but it was not working.

He didn't want to wake you up because he noticed that you were really tired and he knew that was mostly his fault, so he tried to deal with it alone.

He covered his eyes with one arm while his other hand rested on his stomach, and took deep breaths. But the nausea was settling in and it wanted everything out. He felt his stomach contract and try to bring up its content, his mouth started to pool with saliva making him start to swallow convulsively, while he squeezed his eyes and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

The process lasted a moment but for Hyunjin, it felt like an hour. When he felt that horrible feeling going away, a wave of relief washed over his body.

He decided to turn to his side to not bother you, but that was the worst decision he made that day.

The moment his body turned, his stomach turned as well and sent its content up his throat without much warning, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it down as he already felt the liquid hitting his throat and starting to fill his mouth.

He clamped his mouth shut and got up from the bed, rather quietly for someone who was about to throw up, so he wouldn't wake you up.

However, he got up too quickly, making his blood run through his body and making his head throb painfully, as if someone was hammering inside of it.

He leaned on the wall for support, while he still kept his hand over his mouth, he needed to at least get to the bathroom.

But he felt the strength drain from his body as his vision blurred with black spots. He panicked, not only was he not gonna make it to the bathroom but he was going to pass out as well.

He started to slide down the wall when someone grabbed him and held him up.

It was Chan, his fatherly instincts didn't let him sleep, knowing his dongsaeng was sick and anything could happen.

- Woah! I've got you, I've got you.

Hyunjin just looked up, barely opening his eyes to recon his hyung beside him.

His stomach contracted aggressively making vomit slip through Hyunjin's fingers and hit the ground.

- Oi! Let's get you to the bathroom, come on.

Chan quickly helped the sick boy to the bathroom, while the latter leaned his weight against him, which he didn't really mind since Hyunjin was light.

Getting to the bathroom, Hyunjin didn't even have time to reach the toilet so he went to the sink before vomit escaped from his mouth.

Chan stood by his side, holding most of Hyunjin's weight as he grabbed one of the edges of the sink for support.

Chan rubbed his back up and down as he threw up one more time and coughed.

- Oi, oi, oi! Let's move to the toilet, okay? Otherwise, we'll end up clogging the sink. I'll leave the water running for a while.

The older boy helped Hyunjin to the toilet, where he grabbed the edges and kept standing and looking down.

His stomach gave him a little break, only making saliva pour out of his mouth, almost like water.

Chan kept rubbing his back and reassuring him he was not alone.

- It's okay. Just take your time okay? Do you feel like you're gonna throw up again?

- Y-yeah.

Hyunjin barely managed to answer as a gag made him spill even more watery saliva.

He gagged again a few times but despite making him feel miserable and incredibly nauseous, his stomach wasn't sending anything up.

- I can't do it...

- What? You can't throw up?

- Nothing's coming up hyung...but it feels horrible

He was almost sobbing but he managed to hold it in since he knew that could just worsen his already killer migraine.

- Do you want me to help you?

- Please...

- Okay. I'll just press down on your stomach a little bit okay? It might feel uncomfortable but it will help.

- Ok...

Chan rubbed and gently pressed Hyunjin's stomach down in different areas to stimulate it to contract and expel whatever was left in there that was bothering his dongsaeng.

He gave one more gentle press in the middle and that stimulated a gag and a burp that brought up some vomit with it.

He kept standing up and just bent over a little more as he threw up after his hyung's help.

He barely managed to close his mouth and breathe before a harsh gag arched his back painfully, vomit coming out with even more force, making him bend even further and sway a little bit.

Chan was quick to wrap his arms around him and guide him down to his knees, to prevent the sick boy to injure himself.

- There, there, there. I've got you, hyung's got you.

He proceeded to rub his back from his lower back all the way up to his shoulder blades to help the sick boy expel everything inside his stomach.

And wave after wave, more and more vomit hit the water inside the toilet with a sickening sound, making Chan grimace a little.

- You're doing good. Let everything out.

He kept reassuring Hyunjin he was okay and that he was not alone.

Eventually, he was just dry heaving.

- Hyunjin, you're just straining your throat. Straighten your back a little.

Chan flushed the toilet and proceeded to help his dongsaeng through a breathing process to calm him down a bit.

Once he was finally relaxed he slumped down leaning his whole weight on his hyung.

- sorry...hyung...I feel...dizzy...

- Shh, it's okay. Just relax, I'm right here, I've got you.

Chan reassured embracing his dongsaeng as the boy's consciousness drifted away. In other situations, Chan would've gotten worried, but given what happened today, passing out was basically a blessing.

He waited a moment to make sure Hyunjin wouldn't wake up or get sick again before he stood up.

Chan got up, and helped Hyunjin up, which the boy also helped, managing to stand on his feet, still barely conscious.

Before he picked him up, Chan warned him so he wouldn't be surprised.

- I'm gonna pick you up, okay? I'll be careful don't worry.

The boy hummed in agreement.

Chan picked him up, carried him to the living room, and sat him on the couch.

- you good?

- Hmm.

- I'll take that as a yes. I'll go get a pillow and some blankets for you, okay?

- Hmm

Hyunjin's brain was barely processing any information at that moment, he was close to passing out, he just wanted to sleep.

Chan came back with the 'sleeping kit' and carefully helped Hyunjin lay down on the couch.

He barely laid down and was already falling asleep.

- Don't worry, Hyunjin. Hyung's right here.

He laid down close to Hyunjin to keep the boy safe and also keep him company.

A few minutes later, Felix woke up and found them in the living room.

- Hyung? What are you doing here?

He said whispering.

- Oh, Lix. It's Hyunjin. He woke up and got sick a few times.

- Is he okay?

- I think for now yes. He almost fainted twice, well, I think he actually fainted now. He won't even budge.

- I'll stay here with you guys as well.

- Oh, there's no need to. You can go back to sleep.

- I'd rather stay here and be able to help in any case.

- Okay, then.

Felix bought his pillow and blanket and settled in as well.

And one by one, the members gathered in the living room, and eventually all eight of them were sleeping close to each other.

Chan just kept observing as all his kids gathered around and smiled fondly.

The rest of the night went on without any other incident and they all slept peacefully.

The next morning, the day started with gloomy weather, the sky was grey signaling a rainy day, the perfect weather to sleep all day long.

You woke up to find that Hyunjin was not there and kindda panicked. You got up from the bed and started to look for him, you went to the bathroom and no one was there, so you went to the other boys' rooms and no one was there as well, so you understood what had happened during the night.

You made your way quietly downstairs and halfway through you noticed where everyone was.

You found them all curled up together on the couch sleeping profoundly, and you noticed how peaceful Hyunjin looked.

You couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of you and you carefully made your back to the bedroom and got your polaroid, when you went down again, not one had moved an inch.

You took a picture and then wrote a note before putting it in your journal and then joining them on the couch.

"Brothers from different mothers"

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