#IN REALITY I have yet to care or laugh at those scenarios

[intercomkris]

I hate when one of my “friends” tells me that he’s just won’t be himself when he’s around me / when literally doing the most weirdest shit to me or saying the most insensitive stuff to me.. like times like this is why I REGRET making friends with people outside of my friend group

[rizzyu]

Hello there! :D If u dont mind, can i req platonic friendship hcs for luxiem? where gn!reader looks up to them as an older brother figure? +bonus points if they also have a chaotic personality >:D Have a great day~

Big-brother Figure HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, heehee haha funni

Warning: C h a o s .  

Summary: Platonic relationship with the Luxiem members :D

A/N: Hi hi! That is such as cute idea! I can already imagine the chaos before even starting to write lol Anyways thank you for the request :D

Vox Akuma

He tries his very very very very very best not to bring in sussy conversations while you are around, since you're like his little-sibling figure

It's very fucking difficult for him to not straight up yell something like FORKIN- *** **** ***** ***, but he really R E A L L Y tries his best (c'mon you gotta give him some slack for trying this hard)

Even though you might already have learnt it from other Niji members (mr satan here might choke those specific members if he finds out)

But Vox also takes care of you very well

Like he'd go out of his way just to make sure you have the best meals every day

Overall, I think Vox would be a very caring but yet very protective big-brother figure

Mysta Rias

You'd be making fun of him A LOT (like real siblings lol) and also pick on him specifically

Like in every roast tier list, Mysta's in the "bullied" tier, and you're the living proof of that.

Say if you're playing Crab Game, you'd specifically throw a snowball at him out of nowhere, causing him (using his webcam mic that makes him sound like he's in the middle of a damn hurricane) to scream like he's stuck between the fabric of reality and the backrooms

Basically like this: "WHAAA WHA%#%@"#*@ WHO THE %##*@/× FUCK ^@!~# DID&פ^#*!/£₩※THAT /£&&$)#(@#:"

Meanwhile you: "MUHYAHYAHYAHAYYAHAYAGHAGSSBABBA L L L L L L"

And if Mysta is cooking, just like Vox his Mysta's cooking stream, you'd scold him for cooking in such uhhhhh c u r s e d ways

“Mysta, for the love of Riku Tazumi, by “pour oil into the pan”, doesn’t mean to fill the entire pan with oil.”

Overall, chaotic sibling-like relationship with Mysta :)

Luca Kaneshiro

The most chaotic duo in NijiEN

You two would both pull pranks and say random deez nuts, ligma jokes to other members

Whenever you two take part in collabs (especially large ones), I can imagine you both causing so much mischief that everyone would be screaming your names while chasing you two who are laughing your butts off (I love his laugh it’s so goofy)

He’d teach you his ways of pogging

Say if you’re playing Minecraft, you two would probably place lava traps in front of the doors of every house, before hiding nearby to see the other members scream when they fall into the trap

Basically he’s gonna troll with you all the time :)

Ike Eveland

Just like Vox, very caring but very protective

He really enjoys reading you the novels he wrote and making you caviar toast. Even if you dislike caviar, he (tries) to not be too disappointed in you lol

Ike also like to teach you how to write novels and how to speak some Swedish words

And usually when you did well when he’s teaching you things, he’d give you a headpat :3

Usually if some other members say something a bit sussy, broski would look d e a d into their eyes while having both hands covering both of your ears, before politely telling you to go somewhere else for the meantime. Then he'd threaten whoever did that in front of you.

I like it when he goes psychopath mode. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Shu Yamino

You’d definitely greet each other with “eyyyyyyyyyyyyy” everytime you meet lol

If you’re a smart person, you’d probably be talking about maths or something in the middle of a game.

“There are two boxes blocking that so if we double it we can cover the whole thing.”

 “Yea but there isn’t enough space to place 4 boxes there, maybe 3.46 boxes can work.”

“Seems like 3.48 would work better.”

“BUT IT’S JUST A 0.02 DIFFERENCE-” (made-up scenario lol)

The whole time chat would be spamming the nerd emoji 🤓🤓🤓

You, Shu and Petra would get along very well too, since Petra is like a sister figure to Shu

Happy penguin siblings :D

[thealias0]

I might have came up with alternate resolutions for both The Giggle and Empire of Death in the shower

I think that those resolutions are both really underwhelming and deserved more. So, let's start what i came up with The Giggle.

Originally, The Toymaker was defeated by him just messing up. No clever play from anyone. 14 and 15 haven't displayed one of their biggest traits, which is their Time Lord super intelligence. They only displayed their ability to play catch, which is just such a waste imo. My proposal: Game of catch goes just like it did in the episode, but eventually 14 and 15 look at each other in understanding. They have cooked a plan. 14 catches the ball and throws it to 15, but he misses and ball falls off the edge of the rooftop. Both act shocked and 15 immediately sprints into the building. Toymaker looks at what just transpired and laughs and screams. "Go ahead, run if you wanna play hide and seek next. You will not escape me anyways." Turns to 14. "Are you proud? Your next incarnation revealed himself to be a coward! I expect many things from you, Doctor, but that sure surprised me. Now, you lost the game, so now's time for me to collect my reward." 14 smirks. "I wouldn't be so sure, as I believe... it is still falling" The moment he said that, the ball hurling from the entrance to the building hits The Toymaker and falls to the ground. In the way stands none other than 15 visibly exhausted from running and expression of relief on his face. Toymaker visibly angry, scared and confused asks: "Wh- What?! How did you... No... don't tell me-" "That's right, Toymaker" 15 expeled. "There are no rules forbidding the usage of time machines" 14 finished the thought. Then the flashback plays out showing the whole thing from 15's perspective. He runs as fast as he can straight to the TARDIS passing himself on the way, travels to the time and place where the ball is supposed to land, catches it, travels back and runs back to the rooftop passing himself on the way back. The rest transpires as it did in the original. I'm not claiming it's the best, great or even good alternate ending, but i think it would be more satisfying than what we got.

The resolution for Empire of Death is one of the most disappointing events I've ever seen in Doctor Who. It made Sutekth into a complete joke. Are you really telling me that the supposed most powerful being in existence. A god so powerful and terrifying that even The Toymaker ran in terror, wasn't able to handle a fucking rope? I don't care if it's a "smart rope" whatever that means. Toymaker was able to turn bullets into confetti, people into bunch of bouncy balls and implied he could turn galaxies into figet spinners or whatever. Sutekth is supposed to be more powerful than that and he couldn't do anything about it? Sutekth deserves much better than this. So this is what i came up with. It isn't nearly as detailed as the toymaker stuff, but i hope you'll enjoy the concept. So, i decided to actually use the spoon to save the universe in hopefully interesting way. I didn't think of any good scenario yet, but here's my idea for the concept itself. What if Doctor defeated Sutekh by using his power against him using the spoon. By that i mean that The Doctor could psychologically manipulate Sutekh into believing that the spoon through some classic Doctor Who technobabble, power of love and fairy tale salt spilling mumbo jumbo became an actual weapon capable of defeating him. Sutekh being a god and having power over reality itself could subconsciously make that story a reality and unknowingly empowering the spoon with his own power, which then Doctor could use to defeat him.

So that's what i came up. I am not a writer, so i apologize if that's an unbearable slop of a read. I'm not claiming that the dialogue i wrote is any good, as im just not experienced in writing. All i did here was not very thought through and only served the purpose of conveying my core ideas about the alternate resolutions for those stories. Hope you enjoyed and have a nice day

[anymab]

I've been thinking a lot about something recently. before I posted about it exposing them and they deactivated their blog, I looked at the blog of the person who called me a "mixed nigger bitch" and saw many posts that mutuals had reblogged, that I've seen, some that I even liked and some that I was put off by (I hadn't realized they were all posted by the same person). and the ones that threw me off were all memes that had something in common; they were all pictures or videos of black people (mostly black men, I'd say) and/or heavy use of aave situated in surreal or "goofy" scenarios. and, like, in all of them, it's clear from a black person's perspective that black people were part of the joke if not the punchline itself. it's modern day minstrelsy, circulated by racist people — who call black people slurs in their dms — and then shared by nonblack people who claim to not be antiblack and have been informed about this phenomenon for years by black people on this very platform. and yet, always a few days after the semestral "beware of digital blackface" post we're forced to make, everyone goes back to reblogging those so-called "goofy ahh" memes. and they're often posted by those cryptofashes who are outed as so only because they eventually make fun of other groups or causes that nonblack people sympathize with more. because the thinly-veiled antiblackness present in their humor isn't enough.

it's frustrating, I've lost friends because of it, and I wish it would stop, but it feels like something only visible to the people affected by it and the rest doesn't care about. I often wonder if I'm being too "sensitive" when I spot some of these memes, since so many mutuals reblog it, even occasional black mutuals who reblog it to share it with their black friends — and then the nonblacks think they're in on it and it inevitably breaches containment — but when this kind of thing happens, I'm brought back to reality and realize my instincts are almost always right when it comes to these things.

anyways, it's like, concerning, at the very least. because it's not just a matter of "which memes you should laugh at", it's about how these kinds of memes that ironize racial oppression are one of the main things that draw white people into fascist circles nowadays. so the question is: why is the line between the memes "the good whites" share and the memes the nazis share so thin? if you care about black people so little that you think our existence and the culture of american black people are laughable, how much different are you from the fashes really? just something to think about. I just hope I'm not the only one who thinks about it

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

hiya! I think for Radiostatic, some old timey hang outs between them would be really cool to see if you're up for it. :)

I'm generally curious how you think their fallout went, if you'd like to express your opinion on that.

HEY I'm not finished with this yet but so far I have three sketches I was doing with your prompt in mind hehe ✨✨✨ thank you for giving me the ideas as well anon!! Imma draw like one more pic after these sketches of the fallout because I definitely have ideas in mind.

So here's the scenarios:

Alastor got in a fight over Vox considering his friend is smaller and weaker and Alastor doesn't like when Vox is being picked on. He couldn't help himself, got to beating peoples asses and now Vox is scolding him but while also dealing with Alastor's wounds.

Second sketch is then walking home today after a drinking night. They gotta keep a hold to each other to not fall. (Though imagine they do collapse into a heap and just giggle and laugh because of it)

Third is them cuddling. Alastor is definitely big smooth with most cases but sometimes he's open for little spoon too. They have the pillow for protection juuust in case.

What you guys think? Hehehe I really like the one where they are holding on to each other but imma see if I can fix and finish lineart today.

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Let's draw and write together!

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The Fallout:

As much as I love bringing Val into it, I also like believing they fell out before Valentino was even in the picture for real. I also think that maybe it was a love confession gone wrong but we've heard it where Vox confessed and Alastor was the one to freak out but have you ever heard the song IFHY?? It's not to say that they hated each other at this point but imagine this

Alastor actually builds a codependency with Vox, like Vox is unique..Vox can be fragile, the feeling of being his friend probably started to blend into genuine care for Vox and Alastor was actually the one to confess first.

It took a lot of energy too, building the confidence but wanting Vox kind of pulled some obsession out of Alastor and in a way that Alastor probably wanted him to himself, forever but Vox wanted to run off so bad and make it big in Hell like he's always talked about and it caused conflict and confusion between the two of them because Alastor sucked at truly expressing those feelings of his.

How in reality while he doesn't feel these emotions often, he's felt them with Vox so that must mean he should keep Vox close. To himself.

Vox notices the slight shifting of Alastor's mood here and there but they probably got in an argument really and big feelings came out during said arguments. Like Alastor admitting those feelings to Vox but in a way that made him angrier, after all he never asked to feel anything or even ..fall in love with his only and best friend.

Vox would probably fall silent, stunned at the words because it's just so... unexpected? Surprising? He isn't sure himself. I can see Alastor panting with ragged breath as Vox looks at him in shock but I can also see him running away the second those words leave his mouth and he leaves like a tornado, running things in his rush.

It left Vox to think in a messy room. That somehow and someway, these emotions were going to strain them, especially if Alastor wanted to talk about it while refusing to do so at the same time..

Lol, just a thought but one I think about often enough.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | The Couch Trip (Ritchie, 1988)

This review contains mild spoilers.

I like Dan Aykroyd. By definition, you can’t hate someone who is simultaneously a Blues Brother, a Ghostbuster, and a Doctor (Detroit). But with the exception of The Blues Brothers, literally the one time he has ever been close to cool, he’s hopelessly lame, and those other movies understand that. Aykroyd has a tendency to make a certain face, a smile with his eyebrows raised but without any wryness, that’s usually a signal that you’re in trouble, that the movie will present his lameness but not grasp the implications of said lameness. He makes that face on the poster of The Couch Trip, and it’s no surprise that he’s the movie’s biggest weakness. The plot is about an escaped mental patient who’s mistakenly hired to fill in for a psychiatrist’s radio show when the host decides to go on a much needed sabbatical and insists the hire the head of the institution where Aykroyd is being held. This scenario presents a double switcharoo, in that Aykroyd is believed to be the stern but ineffectual head of the institution played by David Clennan, and also becomes better received than the show’s original host Charles Grodin. Aykroyd does plenty of unconventional things like swear on air, hold a free therapy day for his listeners, takes a bunch of them to a baseball game, and generally takes the air out of the stuffed shirts around him with his wisecracking and unusual methods. (I should note that like Grodin’s later switcharoo comedy Taking Care of Business, this too makes reference to the the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series. But that is a more central element to the latter movie’s narrative, and what is suggested as an impossibility here becomes reality in the latter movie.)

If you replace psychiatry with the army, this might seem a little bit like Bill Murray in Stripes, and Aykroyd seems to be hitting a lot of the same notes, even with his vocal delivery. The difference is that Murray is cool and Aykroyd very much is not, and that Murray is able to imbue the material with a genuine irreverence while Aykroyd seems to be going through the motions. This is directed by Michael Ritchie, who is unable to use Aykroyd as astutely as he used Chevy Chase in Fletch, where the star’s laconic presence mixes interestingly with the energy of the noirish plot. (Chase makes a brief appearance here in a commercial as a dad proud of his son’s choice of condoms. I laughed.) The movie also gives Aykroyd a potential love interest in Donna Dixon, who must be channeling feelings from their real life marriage as she regales him with longing gazes, because there’s little onscreen to explain the attraction. Yet at the same time, this material can inspire a Pavlovian response in the viewer. You get Aykroyd on the air, dropping words like “balls”, “son of a bitch”, “asshole” and “fuck” (all of which send his producers into a panic over possible FCC fines), and I can’t help but hoot and holler at least a little bit on the inside. Take that, psychiatric profession! It goes without saying that the movie’s view of mental illness is not terribly nuanced, and it tries to insert some sentiment with the inclusion of a street preacher type played by Walter Matthau. I don’t think the attempt is successful, but Matthau is still funny in the role.

I watched this movie to chase Last Resort, the dirt cheap Roger-Corman-produced vacation comedy starring Charles Grodin, and my primary motivation in watching this was more Grodin. That other movie is not well made by traditional standards, but it understands that the more Grodin you have, the better your movie is. The whole thing is an extremely contrived, poorly-thought-out series of scenes designed to grind Grodin’s gears, and becomes an almost free-associative string of the kind of facial expressions and line readings that only Grodin could deliver. If one could step into the dreams of the real Charles Grodin, Inception-style, I’d wager it would look like this. This is a lesson that The Couch Trip does not grasp at first but tries to atone for in the third act. The fact is, aside from the initial setup, Grodin disappears for much of the movie, but when he returns, he overcompensates, going on a rampage as he seeks revenge on Aykroyd for upstaging him and taking his money and his lawyer and friend Richard Romanus for sleeping with his wife Mary Gross. In Grodin’s absence, the movie is relatively middling, but it’s worth checking out just to see him approach the maniacal and unhinged heights of his work in Clifford.

[dianight]

Venting. Long.

Today I checked the piece of paper I was given for my second appointment and as it turns out I have to go in person to the hospital again(!?) just to actually get the appointment.

Last time I asked(!) if that was it after all the talking and it was like, "yeah next time we get your levels and if all is good you can start". I got the thingy for the bloodwork, informed consent pages and this little piece of paper with the date and hour for my next consultation.

What do you know, it literally says "IMPORTANT: After your consultation, request an appointment with this sheet on this center" (<- paraphrased). I literally started sweating cold. But I asked! I asked if that was it! How can you not tell me that I need to go and ask IN PERSON for another appointment when I'm there?

And I just checked out of curiosity because I was going to ask if I can get a ride. Bus drops me too far and it takes too long to come back. Worst case scenario I just carry some lunch and spend the day out. No big deal. But then. I see this shit.

What if it's actually done and I don't really have to go in person? What if they set it up? Then why does it not show online? The platform is dogshit, takes ages to load and it says "no appointments". But is it true? I don't know. I can't know. It's saturday night and I decide to be smart and prepare shit, ask people with some notice just to see if I can get something done.

It took me more than 30 minutes panicking while laying in bed to realize. Wait. I can literally call the hospital. Ahahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhh(!!!). I can call them. Right. But I need to wait until monday morning because they for sure will not answer on the weekend. Doesn't matter if it says it's open. I WILL call them tomorrow. But I have zero hope that it'll do anything.

And I'm lucky(!) that I decided to reread it. Can you imagine if I went there. And they don't call me. Not even the shame or whatever, I care not about that. But I've been waiting for so! long! Almost 9 years. More if you count those before that, when I didn't know one can just be(!) trans. That happens to other people. Surely not me.

You know the one good thing about taking so long? You get to see what others think of you before they know what they think of you. You don't learn who's safe, but you do learn who's unsafe(!).

And you know the thing about cutting people out of your life? It does spare you from the transphobia, but can you even explain to someone you've shared a good chunk of your life with "you are a danger to me"? You can't. They don't understand. No words to make them see.

And I've tried. Given more chances than I thought possible. But there comes a point where you realize that you simply live a different reality. No examples, analogies or comparisons will work. They think they have it figured out, they think they are completely unbiased and see how things truly(!) are. And in the same sentence they deny your whole existence. I say no. You cannot be a part of my life.

And yet I have to tolerate shit for now. The day will come when I'll have my own place again and these people are gone for good. It will happen because the alternative is death and I refuse.

There's a reason why airports have shown up in my dreams so many times despite only being in them like, 10 times total(?). Some of the worst days of my life were spend waiting in an airport. That's why I hate waiting and despise airports. Childish I know. Traumatic perhaps. A decade later I was "welcomed back" and offered a place to stay because we are "family"(<- intense hatred). Were we not family when I got kicked out and had to fly to another country?

I learned kindness from others, but not forgiveness. When all of this is sorted, when I have done my best and seen things through, they will be forgotten. I have no family, just coldhearted individuals who think they can abandon me and not face any consequences. They have not seen me smile or laugh in all this time, and they never will.

Joy has almost disappeared from my life. Many of my friends have turned out to be extremely shitty people. When you are kids you can ignore this stuff because you are also a kid and don't know better. But when are you in your 20s, in your 30s there are things that are unacceptable.

My leg is fine. I can run. It hurts if I overdo it. I used to run for fun. Can't do it anymore.

I used to get up, get breakfast, do whatever, get lunch, keep doing whatever and get dinner. Can't do that when you live with others. You can, but you know what I mean. There's a "normal person schedule" that one has to roughly follow. I also have to be extremely careful with anything I eat. I had to change like 60/70% of my diet and now I cannot eat anything I don't prepare. Too dangerous. It won't kill me (right away) but it will fuck me up for days. Can't eat out either. That certainly does not help you keep friends.

What do I even have left at this point? Videogames? Manga? I don't know. I simply keep going because there is no alternative. Goddess of perseverance. Of those who try. Not the ones who win, not the ones who lose. The ones who do their best when there is nothing left.

Tomorrow I will call the hospital. It might be closed. It might be useless. Best case scenario everything is ready and I've panicked for no reason. Got a good walk out of it (<- walking on the beach at 2am). Realistically and knowing my luck I'll have to call again on monday, they'll tell me I have to go in person and then waste an entire day just to set it up, if somehow I didn't miss a deadline that no one told me about (<- getting overly pessimistic). Then next week I go in there, get my prescription and start moving plots along. Get the paperwork ready. Look for a cheap place. Get someone to help. Just ignore any questions. I don't lie. Then I'll be alive, I'll have finished waiting.

[majesticarlette]

Can I request a luka couffaine x reader soulmate au? Either the red string au or the seeing only the color of your soulmate's eyes till you meet them. They meet at either a rehearsal or a show for kitty section and it's really fluffy and cute?

Cyan Macaron

Luka Couffaine x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"(Y/n), are you alright?" You snap back to reality when your mom spoke to you. "Yes mom, I'm okay." You were fantasizing about scenarios on how you'll meet your soulmate someday. You can't help it, almost all of your friends met their soulmates, and you? No luck. "Can you please fetch the macarons I ordered from Sabine after school?" Your mom asked. "Okay, mom, I'll get going." You picked up your things and headed out. "Take care!" Your mom yelled.

You were currently crossing the street, you're pretty early today. No running happening like some of school days. You texted Marinette that you'll drop by at their house for the both of you to walk together to school but she's not replying. 'She must be still sleeping' you started running to buy you some time before school starts because you know for sure you'll be late if you kept walking; knowing Marinette, she'll just get ready once you wake her up.

"Marinette! (Y/n) is here!" Ms. Sabine spoke up while you were waiting for her downstairs. After a few minutes, Marinette came down. "Let's go." "You're still in your pajamas." You giggled. "Oh- I'm sorry! Wait a minute!" She hurried upstairs and came down again after a few more minutes.

"So, have you met your soulmate yet?" You asked her. "No! I haven't yet." She lied. "Aww, I wanna know who's the perfect person for Ms. Clumsy-feet." You joked and the both of you chuckled. Little did you know, Marinette already met her soulmate but she's keeping their relationship from the public for safety. "I hope you'll meet your soulmate soon too." She responded to you and you just smiled at her. "I wonder what your eye color is, Mari." "You're going to find out next time. So, go get your significant other!" She patted your back.

"Hey, guys!" Alya waved her hands. "Hi, Alya." you and Marinette chimed. "I thought the both of you are gonna be late again today." Alya spoke, you noticed Marinette waved at Adrien and he smiled at her. "Hey, still can't get over your crush, huh?" You nudged her and she just rubbed the back of her neck. "I'll see you guys after school." You went to your classroom, Ms. Mendeleiev's class. Just like an another day at school, you did seat works and listened to lectures.

After the last lesson, you stretched your arms and rested your head on your desk. Someone spoke and touched your arm, you quickly looked at the person hoping for something. "Oh, it was just you, Jean. Can I help you?" "Yeah, about Ms. Mendeleiev's lecture earlier, did you write notes?" You handed your notes to him immediately. "Give it to me tomorrow, okay?"

"(Y/n)! Let's go." You spotted Mari and Alya at the doorway. You waved Jean good bye and joined your friends. "Let's go to Juleka's today." Mari invited you. "Why?" "Kitty Section is going to rehearse." "Kitty Section? The one who performed on TV?" you asked. "Yeah!" "You should come and see them, you still haven't seen them up close, right?" You nodded and then you remembered that you have to pick up your mother's macarons from Marinette's bakery. "You guys go ahead." "Hello, you don't know where they live." Alya spoke with her arms akimbo. "Liberty, right?" you checked. "Yeah." "Catch ya later!" You flee the scene and ran towards Marinette's. "(Y/n)!" Alya shouted but you were already far away. They shook their heads and chuckled.

There was quite the line at the bakery even though it's already afternoon. You waited until your turn, "Hi, Ms. Sabine, my mother's macarons, please." She handed you your mother's order and paid her. When you turned around you caught a glance of the person behind you, your eyes widened when you saw his eye color. His eyes has a luminous vivid cyan color. After seeing him you were astonished, you shifted your gaze and you could also see the other customers' eye color 'Wow.' He also looked at you and you could also see he was surprised. You came back to your senses and you were about to leave when he grabbed your arm. "Wait." He motioned at Sabine signaling her that he'll be back soon, Sabine caught on what was going on and smiled at the two of you.

The both of you went outside, he was about to say something but you spoke. "Wow, your eyes... They look like this cyan macaron." You held up a macaron compared them which made him chuckle. "I-I'm sorry, I was just so surprised." You apologized, embarrassed from what you said. "It's okay, you're quite adorable." You could feel your face heating up and you were flustered by his sudden compliment. "I'm Luka, and you?" "I-I'm (Y-Y/n)." You're quite nervous. "Nice to meet you, (Y-Y/n)." The both of you chuckled, you then remembered what you're going to do. "Oh no! I have to go, I'll see you next time." You ran heading home. "Wait! I haven't asked for your number yet..." Luka's tone of voice lowering as he realized you're getting far away.

"Where were you?" Your mom asked. "Come on, mom. I was just minutes later than usual." You placed the box of macarons on the table. You approached your mother's figure and asked her permission to go to Liberty. "Mari and the others invited me to watch a rehearsal of Kitty Section. Can I go?" Your mom faced you with her poker face then crossed her arms. "No." "Mommm." You whined with a giggle, you know your mom's messing with you. "I'm just kidding, of course you can go." "Thank you." You hugged her and went on your way.

While walking, you facepalmed. 'Nice going, (Y/n).' You realized that you just ran away and left your soulmate at the bakery earlier. You didn't even get his number, maybe you'll just meet him again from luck? Bummed out, you continued walking ignoring notifications on your phone. But it still continued ringing and all, you finally checked what it was.

Marinette's been messaging you about where you are, the rehearsal already started. (I'll be there.) you texted and ran. You spotted the lights from the ship and you knew you're at your destination. You ran and entered the ship. Nino patted an available seat for you and you sat on it. The band are wearing their costume, masks and all. Must be for the show. While sitting there the for the entire song, you didn't noticed Luka the whole time but there he was staring at you.

The band finished their song and all of you clapped, you're about to approach Juleka and the others when the person in cyan attire spoke on the mic. "I dedicate this song to... the person who's my soulmate." He looked at you and you noticed those cyan eyes. "Luka?" you uttered a loud. The gang caught on what was happening and chant their own cheers and squeals to the both of you. Luka started singing and playing his acoustic. You never imagined that this is how your soulmate meeting was gonna be, well... You met at a bakery but still didn't expect a song about you.

You were smiling the entire time. "What's my eye color, (Y/n)?" Marinette asked. "Bluebell. They're beautiful." "Yours are beautiful too." she accidentally uttered. "What?!" you whisper-shouted, she laughs nervously. "I'll get back to you later." You squinted your eyes at her. "This is my moment for now." You pretended to be angry and you guys just laughed at yourselves.

Luka finished his song and approached you. He lifted his mask and looked at you, he offered his hand and you took it then stood. He kissed the back of your palm, 'I can die now.' you thought. He kissed your cheek and offered himself for you to embrace him which you gladly accepted, no questions asked. The crowd cheer at the both you.

"You're now a song in my head that I'll never forget."

[spyoikawa]

still on that saiki k brainrot so hear me out-

metori, saiki, teruhashi, aren and hairo with an s/o who really loves to bake/cook-

no thoughts just Reader learning how to make coffee jelly for saiki (like maybe they make him a tower of coffee jelly for an anniversary or his birthday-). no thoughts just Reader cooking something for metori who pretends to not want to eat it cause it’s ‘peasant food’ but ends up really enjoying their cooking. no thoughts just cooking/baking date with teruhashi. no thoughts just teaching aren how to cook/bake and having a food trade with him, bringing him lunch/a snack to school. and no thoughts just hairo hyping Reader up while they cook/bake and making stuff for him to bring to class rep meetings-

thank you! <3

the excitement I got got I saw teruhasi- i don't see a lot of writing for her and I get happy when I get to do less than common things! Thanks!

I'm running low on creative juices, so please I hope you don't mind if I use the exact scenarios you suggested 💀

Note: some of the things I wrote felt really rude so please don't mind the tone tags in parentheses, also i have not edited this yet

Saiki, Teruhasi, Hairo, Aren, and Saiko with an S/O who can cook/bake

♡romantic♡

Saiki Kusuo (italics = saiki telepathy)

Although it was undeniably tasty, your boyfriend's obsession with coffee jelly was not only getting out of hand but also quite expensive-

I mean he spent 3,000 yen for one serving-

But yanno what it's ok, coffee jelly is easy to make, and this gives you an excuse to hang out (not that you need one)

"Ok Ku, i had an idea"

I like it, just make sure you teach me how to do it too

"Rude. I wasn't finished"

You did in your head

As endearing as it could be sometimes, Saiki's mind-reading could be a pain occasionally

You wound me.

"Good. (/j)"

After a long debate over recipes and serving sizes, there it was, in all its glory, your first batches of coffee jelly

it was heaven

You did end up sharing the recipe with him, but it still became a little tradition to make the coffee jelly together

It just tastes better that way :)

Kokomi Teruhashi

In the midst of your TV and cuddles date, Kokomi huffed and turned off the TV

But of course it was rude to just turn off the TV, so she offered to play a board game instead

You did play with her, but your curiosity was begging as to why she wanted to change the activity

"Hey Kokomi, this game is fun, don't worry... but why'd you turn off the TV so suddenly?"

"Oh, it was nothing! I just thought you would like this game, and I wanted you to enjoy yourself more!"

Now, that's the answer the most perfect girl in the world would give

But Kokomi is still human, there's gotta be something wrong

You spent a while thinking to yourself about what you were watching, you two agreed on a documentary, then after the documentary, the channel played a cooking show with a guest baker/cook Makoto Teruhashi- oh.

So that was it

At the end of the round, you stood up and offered your hand to pull up Kokomi with you.

"Hey, wanna make a bet?"

She looked up with a bit of curiosity.

"I bet you, I can make your favorite dish, far better than Makoto can"

She smiled a bit, "sure!"

Her favorite food was simple, so you taught her to cook it and added in some other things just for fun (and so she can't recreate it without your secret ingredients)

Now you guys have cooking dates often and always find ways to spice up foods (and beat Makoto at whatever he was doing on tv)

Hairo Kineshi

my thoughts and prayers go to you

we all saw what happened when he tried to make crepes

but in his mind, it was a learning opportunity

You guys were taking an after-school stroll, the weather was really nice, it would be a shame if you two just went home and did nothing. Walks like these tend to get sentimental and nostalgic, so your conversation subconsciously started to drift towards school life.

"And do you remember that time we had to get kuboyasu, kaido, and nendo to play on a baseball team? Oh my god thank god it didn't go too poorly, that one player really pulled through at the end..." you laughed out

"Haha I do remember that, I can't believe we got them to play, it really could've gone worse" He smiled as he remembered that day, but then his eyes drifted up to a bakery across the road. "Speaking of poor experiences..."

after he explained to you he and kaido's crepe disaster, you couldn't help but tease fun at him for a bit

but you did agree to teach him more about cooking and baking

he's a bit too passionate about cracking eggs, but hey, at least you can work faster

after many, many burnt crepes and pans, there it was, a fallen appart, incorrectly folded, but still a properly cooked crepe sat there in all its beauty

it kinda looked like this

Although he does learn many different things with you, crepes will be the thing he makes over and over again, even when he has it down to a science, just because it's the first thing you taught him, and he will keep that sweet memory forever (get it. sweet? Cause crepes? Im funny i swear.)

Aren Kuboyasu

He actually knows how to cook pretty well

He's not really sure when he picked up cooking, its kinda just stuck around, but he enjoys it, it makes him seem more goody

and he can treat you :)

I will die on my "aren lives for the most basic/domestic activities hill"

cooking with him is always an experience, he will play music in the background, and pull you aside to dance at random times

also does that really hot thing where he stands behind you, reaches around to hold your hands, and basically has you in a cage while showing you how to do something

it's one of those spontaneous things to do, if there's nothing else to do, might as well make something to eat

firm believer in "if you have to eat to live, you might as well eat delicious foods" so he will always try out new things with you if its healthy and tasty

"bab look at this show" you called out from where you were sitting, there was a cooking show/food documentary on, and it was showing a special food. "it says this chicken has a secret sauce they dip it in"

he walked over to the tv and watched it for a couple seconds, thinking a bit.

"...wanna figure it out?"

"yes. I'll make the chicken if you figure out the sauce?"

"deal."

will you ever know if you got the secret sause? Nope, but you did figure out a chicken recipe that is good as hell

he probably writes down all the recipes you "invented" together for safekeeping and so he can return to it later, but he refuses to show it to anyone

Saiko Metori

as much as I love him, we all saw in that one episode how picky he is while eating, and is probably a bitch to please while cooking/baking

so after a lot of convincing, you got him to sit in the kitchen with you so he can watch you bake for the two of you

in reality, all you have to do is give the dish a fancy rich-sounding name, you just have to be really careful with what you say

like this 💀

you decided to bake for him today, baking is a lot more "by the book" than cooking, so you thought he would take a bit of comfort in knowing it was done in a professional way

"alright tori, so I think I'll make a heavy pastry made with fine cacao and extracts, baked into a rich dessert for a fine sweet palette"

"you're making brownies aren't you"

"🧍‍♂️"

Told you, you have to be as specific as possible

He does eventually get interested in what you're doing though, as he never really sees his personal chef cook, and wants to help you by the end

He really did enjoy it! It quickly became one of his favorite treats

But funny enough, no matter how many bakeries he tried or how many times his chef tried, they never tasted the same

(you put in special spices as your own little mark on the treat)

so he ends up having you over for more cooking dates

Which he really does enjoy btw

as a tsundere he will look all annoyed and probably call you a plebe, but these are his favorite types of dates

[tojisun]

Hmmm now I am thinking bout the "mamaguro leaves again but this time takes baby gumi with her" scenario... but where toji bumps into y/n and they have a bittersweet moment where they just talk and think about what could have been but ultimately part ways because y/n has moved on and has her own family and toji has to move on as well :/

OMGGG THIS HURTS!!!! HEKSISKA NOT “LET’S HURT THE FUSHIGUROS” PART TWO?? JXLSJDKS IM GONNA GO CRY NOW-

okok i hope you like this! and sorry it took too long!!

cw: mentioned ocs [x]

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

“say bye-bye to daddy now,” she says as though it is mercy.

maybe it is since toji didn’t expect this at all—a part of him knew their relationship has yet to be stable, but her departure with their blessing is something toji thought would never happen.

she loves me, he thought, she wouldn’t do that.

but nightmares always had a penchant for turning into reality.

megumi’s sniffling, a hand rubbing at his face while the other is still clasped to hers. he’s fully shaking at the force of his sobs and toji does not want to make this anymore painful for their son.

“bye-bye, gumi,” toji says, crouching to be at megumi’s eye level. “take care of yourself, okay?”

megumi nods, still sobbing and only managing a small wave.

toji turns to her and his heart breaks at her shielded face. there are unshed tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, but her lips are pressed firm and she refuses to look at him.

“bye toji,” she utters.

“yeah,” toji replies, “bye.”

toji does not watch them leave, instead cooping himself in his room. he can still hear megumi wailing, calling out toji’s name, but toji does not know what to do.

they’ve agreed to this; agreed that this is the best for megumi’s future.

their relationship may not have worked, but they still both want what’s the best for megumi. toji hopes megumi will understand this when he’s old enough. toji hopes megumi will not resent them—him—for this.

when her car finally drives off from the parking lot, revving away from his hearing range, that is only when toji crumples into tears.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

it’s been many years since she left with megumi. toji began counting down the years through megumi’s passing birthdays—megumi’s ten by now. toji wonders if he’s grown taller or if he’s found a better teacher for his curse technique.

many times did toji wish megumi didn’t have any curse technique, if only to allow him to have a normal life but the shadows have loomed heavier and toji knows megumi’s robbed off of normalcy.

during those years, toji thinks about you too.

what would you have felt when you learned that megumi’s gone away? would you have cared when you, yourself, have moved on too?

toji tries to suppress these thoughts as the pain doubles whenever he thinks of what could’ve been with you.

on those days, something like reality unfolds before his eyes.

you wouldn’t have walked away.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

toji thinks it’s a miracle to even have met you.

you’ve grown older and yet you are as beautiful as he remembers. there are laugh lines mapping your cheeks and there are crinkles at the corner of your eyes—toji loves how happiness is so prominent in you.

it’s what you deserve.

“how are you and megumi?” you ask, stirring at your iced coffee and humming after taking a taste.

toji hisses. “he’s…” he trails off, not knowing how to say it. “he left with my wife. ex-wife.”

“oh,” you say, gasping, “i’m so sorry to hear that, toji-san.”

he grunts, feeling ashamed at hearing you worry for him.

didn’t he do the same to you? he left despite his promises that he wouldn’t; despite how good it was.

he shrugs, his lips pressing firmly.

“how are you?” he asks after a minute of tensed silence.

he studies the way happiness crawls back into your face and toji thinks he loves nothing more but to watch you bloom in joy.

“nen’s learning more words,” you fondly reply, “satoru’s desperately trying to make him learn ‘daddy’ since nen’s only calling him ‘toru’ and it’s terribly funny.”

toji laughs, imagining the white haired and blue eyed menace faux crying because his son refuses to call him dad.

toji asks more about your life, listening to the tales of little nen. along the way, however, nen and his white hair had turned to megumi and his raven hair, and satoru turns into toji in his imagination. your tales with your husband and your son have turned into what-ifs of life toji’s with you.

it’s such a selfish thought, and yet it gives toji comfort.

time with you passes so quickly. toji hopes that it slows down even if just for a second but, like always, everything with you will always run out.

your phone rings and toji knows the day’s over. as you accept the call, toji wonders if he’d ever get to meet you again.

“okay see ya!” you pause, and then, “i love you too, baby.”

toji does not entertain the pooling jealousy at the pit of his stomach, turning to look at the busy streets of tokyo instead.

“it’s time for me to leave now, toji-san,” you say, sliding your jacket on.

“yeah,” he responds, voice raspy.

“talk to you next time?” you ask. toji wonders if you really mean the invite but then he sees the sincerity behind your eyes and he is reminded of how genuine you always were.

he knows he probably doesn’t deserve it, and yet toji takes the invite excitedly.

“of course,” he replies. “see you then.”

he watches you walk away.

so this is how you felt back then, huh?

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

We Wanted It All: Sodapop Curtis x Male!Reader

Warning: I just wanted to put a warning out there just incase this might upset anyone lol It has some heavy moments in my opinion so... you have been warned.

This is a request! If you would like to make a request take a look at (this post) for all of the characters I am currently writing for.

My Multi-fandom Masterlist

This request is for @mack-thedork​

~~~

POV: Yours

We both knew that what we were could be considered wrong, immoral, and unnatural to most people. Yet, the moments we shared together eclipsed any worries we had... or at least we’d like to think so. It wasn’t until we separated from each other and the dizzying bliss we made each other feel fade away did reality creep back out at us. In those moments of isolation, I’d lay awake at night with fictitious scenarios presenting themselves behind my eyelids as I desperately tried to sleep. I imagined the angered and confused faces of those closest to us; the words of bile they spoke in disgust. As much as we didn’t want to care if someone else disapproved of us. It would always sting more when it’s someone as important as your family.  

So, we hid our relationship from the people closest to us. Well, expect from Pony, he was a pretty smart and observant kid. He knew his brother all too well; he knew how he acted when he was completely enthralled with someone. The day he told me he knew about us was a day I could never forget. Mostly because he gave me a reaction that I wasn’t expecting at all.

~~~

Flashback

Pony had been acting weird all afternoon; he didn’t seem nervous or uncomfortable. But rather, a lot more observative than normal. His observations weren’t even on the schoolwork I was helping him out with. His observations were mostly on Soda and I. His questions made my head feel like it was spinning. Worry and panic began to fill my blood; my hands began to feel the urge to tremble.  

“So, Y/N?” Ponyboy asks casually. For some reason, the start of this question in particular made my blood run cold.   “Yeah?” I replied, trying to maintain the composure that was chipping away with each passing second. “Were you and Soda ever going to tell me that the two of you are together?” He asks, his casual and calm tone hadn’t faltered in the slightest. I didn’t really know how to react; I could feel the blood rush to my face. I felt the urge to both laugh and cry at the same time. I felt terrified, yet relieved too, finally someone new. And I wasn’t met with everything that I had imagined I would receive.  

“Uh... I” I gasped in a breath trying to calm myself down. “How did you know?” I asked after my breathing had returned to a slightly more consistent pace. “Y/N, Soda's my brother. I know what he’s like when he falls in love with somebody. The second you came around I could just tell he was completely enamored by you.” Ponyboy explained.   He sounded as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.   “Oh,” Is all I could say in reply.   I was bracing myself; I was waiting for him to yell and shout in outrage and disapproval. But all he really did was look at me like he always did, kindly.

“Y-you’re okay with all of this?” I question skeptically. “As long as you’re both happy, I’m fine with your relationship.” Pony replied honestly, I finally like out a sigh of relief. It felt as though I could finally relax. “Thanks Pone.” I say appreciatively. “Just don’t get pregnant and run off to Florida, okay?” Pony joked. I laughed at his joked, shaking my head at the randomness of it. “I can assure you that will not happen.”   “It better not...”

And just like that, we got back to how we normally acted. The fact that I was dating his brother didn’t hinder him in any way. There was no tension or passive aggressive comments. It was just normal, blissfully normal... End of Flashback

As nice as Pony’s reaction was, I knew not everyone was going to act that way. Those worries and doubts I had only subsided slightly. So, for a while, Ponyboy was the only one who really knew what was going on.

But there was a downfall about secrets, they could only stay hidden for so long...

~~~

It felt like any other afternoon, school had just gotten out. Ponyboy and I were walking back to his house. I had the full intention of helping him out with his history report. But, something, or should I say someone threw a wrench in them almost immediately.

“No, it would be-” My sentence was interrupted by the sound of the screen door creaking open before slamming shut. I wondered who it could have been, but my theories were shut down a few seconds later. Soda walked into the kitchen, a lazy yet attractive grin resting on his lips.            

“Hey,” I greeted brightly, I walked over to him wrapping my arms around the back of his neck before pecking his lips. “I thought you weren’t supposed to get off till 7 tonight.”

I felt a pair of arms snake themselves around my hips before I was pulled closer to Soda. “I got off early, I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“You haven’t seen me in weeks.” I reply.

Soda and I could never really go on dates due to the gang always being around town. And being alone was an impossibility for us most of the time.

“You’ll just have to wait for me to help Pone finish his report, then we could spend some time together.” I add with a shy smile.

“I should be fine now Y/N, you two can go ahead and spend some time together.” Ponyboy spoke up, making Soda and I take our attention off of one another.

“You sure because I really don’t mind-”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Ponyboy reassured.  

I gave him a grateful smile before uttering a “Thanks.”

~~~

We ended up hanging out in Soda and Pony’s room. I was, in all honesty fighting sleep; my head rested in his lap. One of his hands had interwoven itself into my hair.

“You trying to put me to asleep Curtis?” I asked tiredly.  

He let out a smooth laugh before replying. “No, but I do have to admit you look absolutely adorable half-asleep.”  

His free hand moved to cup my face; his thumb lightly brushed itself back and forth against my cheek. “I know I don’t get a chance to tell it too you often Darlin’ but I love you.”

I smiled fondly at him before replying. “I love you too.” Soda began to lean down. I leaned up, meeting him half way. Our lips gently interlocked together, before I knew it, that all too familiar dizzying bliss consumed me again.  

But before I knew it, our moment of serenity would come crashing down in a matter of seconds. We didn’t react fast enough to pull apart when his bedroom door slammed against the wall abruptly. We did however, move as quickly as we could once we heard an all too angry and familiar voice.

“The hell is goin’ on here!?” The gentle grips we had on one another tightened immensely at the sound of Darry’s angered question. “Get off of him!” Darry shouted at me. I pretty much jumped out of Soda’s hold the second I was ordered to.

“Darry-” Soda started but he was cutoff almost immediately.  

“Don’t even try to come up with an excuse for this... this-” Darry looked as though he wanted to puke. His face was so red with rage I thought steam would come out of his ears. “Disgrace!” He hissed out.

“W-we didn’t want you to find out about us this way.” You strained out; your pulse felt as though it was going to beat right out of your skin.

“It should even be something at all!” He yelled, it almost sounded like a roar.

“Darry knock it off!” Ponyboy spoke up bravely, I was surprised he was stepping in.  

Darry’s head turned around as soon as he heard Pony’s voice. “What’s goin' on here Pony?” His voice wavered as he spoke, his breath was now coming out in small huffs.

“It’s not my place to tell you!" Pony replied.

Darry turned back around to face us; his jaw was now clenched. “One of you better start explainin’ yourselves before I flip out.” He warned in a deadly tone.

I could hear a slight sniffle coming from Soda. I was tempted to try and comfort him. But I thought if I did Darry would end up dragging me out of the house by the collar of my shirt.  

“Look, you know what you saw-” Soda forced out. He huffed in a stuttering breath trying to calm himself down. “I-I’m g-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Darry sounded mortified; his expression filled with disappointment.

“I love him Darry,” Soda admitted in a pained whisper. “And I don’t want you to hate me for it.” He began to full on sob, and before I knew it, tears fell down my eyes too.

Darry just looked down at us, his arms crossed tensely. “Y/N, just go.” He spoke, his tone now a lot calmer than before. But that didn’t make me feel any better; in all honesty, it terrified me more.      

I listened to him, slowly rising up from Soda’s bed. As I walked past Darry, I took one last look at Soda. His face was red; tears stained his cheeks. I brushed past Pony as I made my way toward the front door. My nausea and worry began to be the only thing I could focus on. I pushed open the screen door. Despite the cool and refreshing air, I felt more flustered than ever.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait!” I heard Pony shout from the porch, my hand still gripped the gates handle as I watched him run over. “Y/N, I swear I tried to stop him from comin’ in. But he saw Soda’s DX shirt and-” He ranted shakily.

“It’s fine I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“I didn’t think he would act like that.” Pony said meekly.

I gave Pony a sad smile before replying. ”I did,” I could feel my face begin to burn, tears welled up in my eyes. “I’ll see you around.” I added brokenly.  

“See you...” He muttered quietly.

~~~ POV Change: Pony’s

I could feel my stomach twist when Y/N left my line of vision. I didn’t want to walk back into the house. My mind filled with the possibilities of the things Darry could do. Maybe he’d yell and rant, spit words of hatred out at Soda. Or worse, throw Soda out entirely. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I walked back to the house. I reluctantly pushed open the screen door and walked into the kitchen. Darry stood there, leaning tensely on the countertop. He turned around to face me as soon as he heard the sound of my footsteps.

“How long have they been together? Soda won’t tell me.”  

I went to answer but he interrupted me.  

“And don’t give me that “it’s not my place to tell you.” Crap either, I want answers.”

“I only found out about it a few months back. They never told me when they got together.” I answer honestly.

“So, you’ve known about this for months and didn’t care to tell me?” His tone was beginning to get tense again.

I nodded, “They didn’t want me to tell anyone, and I respect that.”

“H-how can you be so okay with this?” Darry asked incredulously, he rubbed his face as if he was trying to wake himself up. “There is no way you could handle that mess this well.”

I scoffed at Darry’s question and fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Darry it’s a relationship not a mess. And I can handle it just fine because there’s nothing wrong with it. You’re the one who can’t handle it for some reason.”

Darry went to say something but stopped himself. He stomped off to his room slamming the door shut. I waited a few seconds before walking toward Soda and I’s room. He sat numbly on the bed, his tears finally ceasing themselves.  

“Did he say anything to you?” I asked reluctantly not wanting to upset him again.

“No,” He whispered. “He just asked me how long we were together and then left.”

I sat down next to him on the bed and pulled him in for a hug.

“He hates me Pone, I know he does.” His voice sounded so hurt as he spoke.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just... doesn’t understand.” I tried to say my words carefully.  

He didn’t reply to me, we just sat there with an overwhelming anxiety. All we could do was hope Darry didn’t do anything irrational...

~~~ POV Change: Soda’s

The next morning had rolled around and Darry hadn’t said a word to me all day. The gang hadn’t even been around. I guess they had a feeling that something wasn’t right with the three of us. I had just finished getting dressed after getting out of the shower. The bathroom door knocked abruptly, making me jump slightly.

“Get movin’ Soda you don’t want to be late for work.” Darry called out from the other side of the door.

I didn’t respond to him; I didn’t even really know what to say. I heard him sigh through the other side of the door. “I’ll give you a ride, just hurry up.“ He walked away before I could reply.

I felt a bit of relief that he was talking to me again. But I also felt dread at the thought of being in the truck with Darry. I didn’t know all the things he wanted to say or do. But I would have to face him at some point; the sooner I did it, the better I would feel. So, after taking a moment calm down, I walked out of the bathroom and out the front door.  

The drive was silence, I just stared out the window not wanting to look at Darry. I went to get out as soon as the DX came into view.

He suddenly cleared his throat before he began to speak. “Soda, first off, I just want to say that I could never hate you.” He spoke earnestly. “I love you to death little brother.”

“I love you too...” I replied in relief.

“But-” He paused, contemplating what to say next. “I don’t want you to see Y/N anymore.”

My heart sunk rapidly and the panic I felt yesterday returned in a matter of seconds. “Darry, I- I can’t do that.”

“Soda,” He voice began to sound frustrated again. “Do you know what could happen if word gets out that your together with Y/N? It could ruin your life!” He hissed out.

“I don’t care Darry! Y/N brings me a happiness I hadn’t felt in a while!”

“Well, I do care and I am not going to watch you throw your life down the toilet. You’re breaking up with him!”

“No Darry! You don’t under-” I protested.

Darry’s hand slammed against the wheel of the truck, making my sentence stop in its tracks. “Damn it Soda! Now you listen to me, you and Y/N are done! Am I making myself clear?”    

I didn’t reply to him off the bat, my teeth harshly bit my lip.  

“Hello?” Darry spoke up wanting a reply.

“Fine.” I answered reluctantly.

I didn’t want this... I didn’t want to break up with Y/N at all.

“Good, now get into work before you’re late.”

~~~

POV: Yours

I thought I had a death wish, or that I was going insane. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I began to walk down to the Curtis’s house after what had just happened the day before. But I was worried. I wanted to know how Soda was doing. I wanted to know if Darry was treating him any differently now. My curiosity and worry seemed to be more than any wrath Darry would give me.

When I approached the house, I saw Pony sitting on the porch. He seemed happy to see me, he greeted me with a smile.  

“Hey Y/N,”

“Hey, is... Soda doing alright?”  

“He’s-” Pony’s sentence was cut off by the sound of the screen door opening. My nerves were set ablaze once I saw Darry lean outside. His icy green/blue eyes pierced right through me.  

“What do you want?” He spoke with slight hostility.

“I uh, I was just wanting to see if everything was alright here after the other day.”

“Everything’s fine and if you were wanting to see him, he’s not here.” Darry replied.

“Where is he?” I asked feeling slightly skeptical for some reason.

“He’s out with Sandy.” He answered without a second of hesitation.  

I felt my heart sink, I could feel a pressure in my chest at even the mention of her name. “Oh... I should go then.”

I could see Ponyboy was beginning to feel worried. He sat up straight and scrambled to speak.  

“I’ll walk you back.” Ponyboy said as he unceremoniously got up off the porch.  

“I think they’ll be fine Pony.” Darry replied with a forced smile.

“C’mon Dar it’s late, he might get jumped.” Ponyboy argued making Darry’s jaw tense.

Darry gave Pony a glare before replying. “Fine, but get your butt back here as soon as you can.”

“I will Dar don’t worry.” Pony reassured, he walked off the porch pretty much dragging me with him.

“You don’t have to walk me back Pone, I would’ve been fine.” I mutter as we began to walk up the street.

“He isn’t out with her,” Pony spoke completely ignoring my previous sentence. “He hasn’t talked to her in a while.”

I sighed not really wanting to talk about Sandy. “How do you even know?” I asked with a broken laugh.

Pony didn’t answer my question, we just walked in silence. “Just follow me.” He said vaguely.  

He then began to walk in the opposite direction of my house. It looked like we were heading toward the field near here. As we grew closer to the usual unkept field, I began to notice a small light in the distance.

“Wh-what is that?” I asked squinting my eyes at the light.

“You’ll see.” Pony replied, I could tell he had begun to smile.

My question would be answered a minute later. Pony and I approached a small little picnic that rested on a hastily laid down blanket. But that wasn’t what was fully pulling my attention. Soda was sitting nervously in front of it; his back was turned to us.

“Soda.” Is the only thing I could think to say.  

He turned himself around to face me, a smile crept onto his lips. He stood up walking over to me slowly, we just stared at each other at first.  

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Ponyboy spoke up before walking back up the field.  

I was pulled into a warm hug. I melted in Soda’s embrace almost immediately. My face burrowed, my face burrowed in the crook of his neck, and held him as tightly as I could.

“You okay Y/N?” I could feel Soda’s heart beating rapidly against my chest. His pulse fluttering against my cheek.

“I’m as okay as I can be after yesterday.” I reply with a weak laugh.  

We pulled back slightly from our embrace; our noses now lightly pressed against one another. Soda leaned in, his soft lips entrapping themselves in mine passionately yet methodically, too. His hands were cold as they cupped my face, but I didn’t mind. He pulled apart from the kiss, giving me a quick peck on the cheek after we caught our breath. He carefully pulled me to sit down on the ground with him; his charming smile returned to his lips.

But, as happy as he may have looked to other people, I could tell something was eating away at him still. I didn’t want to interrogate him right away; however, I wanted to bask in the enamor that filled the air. We ate and drank in a comfortable silence before lying down to look up at the sky.

“Y/N?” Soda spoke up, I could tell his voice had a trace of reluctance in it.

“Yeah?”  

“You know I love you darlin’, right?”

Despite the sweetness of his sentence, I couldn’t help but feel dread.  

“Of course, and I love you too.” I turned my head to look over at him, our eyes locked onto each other.  

“I know you do... but,”

Here it comes. I only had a few seconds to prepared myself for the punch I was about to feel on the middle of my chest.

“Darry doesn’t want us to see each other anymore.” Soda admitted sadly, his eyes now swimming in remorse.

“Wh-what?” My phrased cracked, my nerves began to skyrocket again. My hands had begun to feel numb. “Are... are you-”

“I don’t want to,” Soda interjected in a panic. He sat up; his hands now clenched in a fist. “But I don’t know what to do.” He added hopelessly.

I sat up myself, looking over at him sympathetically. “I’m sorry.” I comforted now leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I feel so confused. I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know why Darry can’t be happy about that. Darry is headstrong on the idea of us not being together. I- I...”  

I knew what I had to do, even if it pained the both of us immensely. Losing someone as important as Darry would be even worse for him, I feel. I sat up straight again making Soda look over at me.

“You should listen to your brother.” I spoke tearfully. “You can’t lose him Soda; I know you love him to death.” I added with a tremble.

He looked over at me heartbroken, it was a look I never wanted to see from him. “But we could date in secret like before he doesn’t have to know.” His said quickly.

“That’s what we tried before; it didn’t work out too well.” I explain.

“Y/N...”  

“Your family is important to you and I don’t want to see you lose it.”

“You’re important to me too!” He exclaimed.

I gave him a tearful smile before replying. “I’m not as important as them.” I gave him one last kiss, savoring the blissful high it made me feel.  

“I’m sorry... I love you.” I then got up, walking away with no intention of looking back. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t get the strength again to walk away.

I guess it was foolish to want it all.

To be continued...

[flightfoot]

Masaya Has Two Hands

So my older sister really, really wanted me to write a Masaya/Ichigo/Quiche fic, since there seems to be only one in existence and the Tokyo Mew Mew fandom is currently the size of a thimble, so I thought about it for a bit and came up with this!

AO3

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Masaya gripped Ichigo’s hand firmly, trying to suppress a blush. Going to the zoo had been his idea - it’d been one of their first dates after all, and the one that’d convinced him he needed to put a bell on his cat. That he never wanted to lose her again.

But there was someone else he wanted to see. Someone who he’d had reservations about at first - mostly because the guy seemed intent on killing him, annoying and flustering Ichigo, and causing mayhem more generally. 

Quiche’s stand against Deep Blue showed him another side to the alien. That he didn’t just want to cause mischief, but genuinely cared for others, for Ichigo especially. To the point that he’d gone against his messiah, putting his life on the line to protect the girl he cared about. 

That passion, that care, kept hidden beneath a mask of meaningless flirtation and irritation, with the full depth of his dedication revealed when he needed to the most… how could he not fall in love with him?

While he loved Ichigo deeply and wanted nothing more than to marry her when they were both old enough (though the mock wedding party the Mews held for them in the Cafe had sated him for now), part of him still longed for the green-haired alien boy.

“You two having a good time?” a familiar voice called out. 

Masaya whipped around, eyes finally resting on a face he’d been missing for the last few months. Ichigo had mentioned his recent return, but he hadn’t seen him yet himself.

“You could’ve invited me, you know,” Quiche continued. “You’re not the only one who enjoys looking at all the different animals.”

Ichigo looked at Masaya, frowning, seeming worried. He could practically hear her pleading in his mind, I didn’t invite him, please don’t be upset at him crashing our date.

“Would you like to join us now?” he suggested. “If Ichigo’s okay with it, of course. We’d planned for it to be just the two of us, but I wouldn’t say no to more company, if it’s you?”

Quiche blinked repeatedly, having trouble processing what Masaya had said. “WHAT?! You’re- you’re okay with that?!”

“If Ichigo is,” he clarified, looking down at his girlfriend. “Truthfully, I’ve- I’ve wanted to spend more time with you for quite awhile. Ever since you stood up to Deep Blue to protect Ichigo, in fact. I’d love to get to know you better, become friends, and maybe…” he was sure his face had turned beet red by now. “Maybe something more.”

Ichigo bit her lip, her face as red as Masaya’s own. “I- I’d like that,” she admitted. “I never thought you’d be okay with it, so I didn’t suggest it, but- but I’ve had dreams of my own, involving both of you. I wouldn’t mind making some of them a reality.”

Oh? He’d have to inquire about those later, maybe they’d match up to some of his own.

Quiche held up his hands, shrugging, seemingly indifferent. Yet the pink in his face betrayed his true feelings as well. “You’re a very strange guy, Masaya, you know that?”

He laughed, putting one arm around Quiche, the other still wrapped firmly around Ichigo. “If being strange means getting to be with the two of you, I don’t think I mind.”

Together, the three of them walked off to view the new Iriomote Cat the zoo had just gotten in, Masaya using all of the skill he’d cultivated over the years in concealing his true emotions, in order to keep a handle on himself. Both his girlfriend and his potential future boyfriend by his sides, as his mind spiralled down rabbit holes of what it’d be like to kiss both of them, how their fangs would tease at his lips as his tongue-

He mentally shook himself. They weren’t that far along yet- well, not him and Quiche anyway, he’d explored that scenario with Ichigo many times before.

But soon… hopefully soon, he’d have two reference points for fanged kisses. He had a type, and that type had pronounced canines.

[souluble]

✿ Scenarios ✿

Part 1: Nobara Kugisaki / Itadori Yuji / Fushiguro Megumi / Inumaki Toge / Zenin Maki / Okkotsu Yuuta // (Next Part)

✿ Things they do in a relationship to show appreciation

Nobara Kugisaki

✿ Nobara likes to take you with her every time she visits a bakery, it means a lot that your by her side in case she finds Saori.

✿ A wide grin stretched across Nobaras face as she swung your interlocked hands back and forth. The two of you had snuck off during training to grab snacks for everyone and Nobara insisted you guys take the walk to a new bakery that opened.

“Imagine Saori-chan is there, I’m sure she’d love you” a bashful expression found itself taking over her features as she mumbled the last part.

You knew how much Nobara enjoyed looking for Saori, and not only did she get to search for an old friend but she got to make memories with you along the way. She learned your favorite pasteries and how while you may like some smoothies the others leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth.

It became a routine for the both of you, Nobara excitedly dragging you off campus to go to different pastry shops and pick up an abundance of baked goods for the others. It did get tiresome from time to time yet the childish glint in her eyes made it all worth it when she would look at you with adoration in her honey eyes.

Itadori Yuji

✿ Itadori has a playlist of all your favorite songs saved in his phone along with a list of your favorite orders from different restaurants.

✿ Scrolling through the mess that was Itadoris phone you searched through clustered apps in search for the music icon. One earbud hung loosely in your ear as you rested your head on Itadoris shoulder while he plugged the other earbud into his ear.

Watching you swipe mindlessly through his phone Itadori took the device from your hands and found the app with ease as he opened it up to be greated with an array of oddly named playlists. He clicked on the third one and you watched with curious eyes to see your name on the title. A collection of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t even remember telling him you liked half of the songs on the playlist yet he seemed to find out on his own. He was perceptive you’ll give him that.

“You like this song right? I heard you humming it a couple days ago”

The thought made your heart warm, Itadori had purposefully searched for some measly song you had stuck in your head just to put it into a playlist dedicated for you. He truly was something else.

Fushiguro Megumi

✿ Fushiguro leaves love notes by your bed every morning so you can wake up with a smile, he prefers this over text so you don't strain your eyes.

✿ Pushing softly against the door and treading lightly Fushiguro made his way to your bedside, the light peeking through the window making you look ethereal. A rare smile gracing his lips as he pushed a loose strand of hair to the side to get a closer look at your resting festures.

Slipping the pen from his pocket he wrote a messy ‘good morning’ and even measier ‘I love you’ as his hand shook from nervousness of getting caught. Folding the smudged paper into a neat square Fushiguro placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling the blanket up more to envelop you in warmth.

Taking light steps back out of the room he stood in the door way for a minute that felt like forever, the quiet ticking of the clock echoing off the walls. Shoving his hands into his pockets Fushiguro slowly closed the door before walking down the hall with a warm feeling in his chest.

Inumaki Toge

✿ Inumaki has your voice memorized and can always pick you out in a crowd, he can read you like an open book and takes pride in that.

✿ With interlocked pinkies you let Inumaki guide you through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the crowd pushing you left and right as you tried to stick to his side. A particularly hard shove by a businesswomen had you releasing your grip as the crowd pushed you backwards.

Turning your head every which way you searched the crowd for off-white hair “Toge!” a simple shout had lavender eyes scanning the area as he honed in on the sound of your voice.

With furrowed eyebrows Inumaki pushed through the sea of people until he was able to link his arm around your shoulder and have you in his grasp once more. Sparing a glance you let your eyes met his, you sent a smile in his direction to assure Inumaki you were fine. A huff left his masked lips as he pulled you closer into his side. He would make sure to keep you in close proximity this time.

Zenin Maki

✿ Maki always insists to go with you whenever you have a day off, she can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to you.

✿ On the rare occasion you had a day off you made sure to spend it in the city to get away from that stuffy school and the harsh reality of curses. If you were lucky enough then Maki would have her off day overlap with yous and the two of you would plan a date in the city.

Sadly this was not on of those lucky occasions as Maki was assigned a mission, she had wished you a farewell with a shy kiss to the cheek before taking off. Knowing she’d most like be busy the rest of the day you spared a quick text telling her you’d be out and about.

What you didn’t expect was your lover showing up at your favorite cafe, her hair frizzy and matted, clothes wrinkled and stained with blood. “Maki!” a surprised gasp leaving your lip at the sight.

“I finished my mission early so now we can spend the rest of the day together”

Your cheeks heated at her statement, she had rushed the mission and made a mess of usual professional appearance just to make her way to you quicker. Maki really did care for you more than you’d ever know.

Okkotsu Yuuta

✿ Yuuta has a matching set of rings for the both of you, he wants you to know that your just as important to him as Rika.

✿ A shy smile appeared on Yuutas face as his finger shook, nervousness filling his senses as he held a shaky hand to his chest. He knew this was for the best, Rika wouldn’t want him sitting around and waiting for them to meet once more. You were the one person Rika had never wanted to hurt, she knew how dear you were to Yuuta and that it was of the upmost importance that Yuuta stop blaming himself for her shortcomings.

Taking a sharp breath he walked to your dorm and knocked lightly on the door, a faint ‘come in’ had him glancing around the hall, the brief though of turning around and walking away crossed his mind. Pushing the door open Yuuta watched as you looked at him with such a loving gaze it had his storm of nerves turning into tranquil waters.

Pushing a small blue box into your hands Yuuta watched with clammy palms as your lips parted into an ‘O’ shape and a blush rose to your cheeks. A wide smile appeared on your face as you slipped the silver band onto your pointer finger. Reaching out to grasp your hand only then did you notice the matching ring he wore on his hand.

No words were exchanged as tears pooled into both your eyes, pulling you into his embrace Yuuta let out a happy laugh at your emotional state. By no means was this a proposal, yet the fact that he was willing to devote himself to you was enough to make you tear up.

[littlepadika]

hi angel 🥰 i’m just in the middle of rereading calling home !!!! i was just wondering, could you ever do a one shot of like sweet pea calming frankie during the middle of the night if he has like an anxiety attack or nightmare? i love the dynamic between those 2 and would love to see how sweet pea calms frankie 🥺

Hi bb sorry this took me a hot minute to get to. First off... i'm thrilled you are re reading my series! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: PTSD, anxiety, comfort, fluff

AN: This is early in their relationship. Probably right after chapter 5. Therapy also referred to in this drabble

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You blinked up at the ceiling, sleep momentarily thinning. You heard low muttering beside you.

"Frankie?" You turned reaching over to his side of the bed. He was shaking and sweaty under your hand. "Frankie!" You sat up, this time going to the other side of the bed to flick on the bedside lamp. The dim yellow light revealed Frankie twitching and muttering incoherently. Sweat clung to his forehead. His mouth was pursed in between a frown and snarl. His jaw was clenched tight. His whole body was stiff as a board. He was deep in a nightmare. You heard him say something like "no no".

You had been over this scenario with Frankie. He advised you not to touch him when he was having nightmares in case he acted on instinct and accidentally hurt you. But now that it was real, you couldn't just watch him endure a nightmare like this.

"Hey... hey..." You stoked his arm with your fingers lightly. He jerked away from your touch with a grunt. When he turned his head you saw that there were tears in the corner of his eyes. "Oh, Frankie... Wake up please. Come on, baby. Please wake up." You just continued to slowly stroke his arm, his chest, eventually making your way up to his face. He seemed to be calming down.

Then he abruptly sat up, scooting away from you reflexively.

"Wha-What's..." He looked around the room and then trailed off when he saw you watching him, concern evident on your face. He wiped his wet eyes.

"Nightmare." You explained though you were sure he already knew.

"Did I hurt you?" He immediately asked, looking away in shame. His humiliation mixed toxically with his adrenaline and fear from the dream.

"No. You didn't hurt me." You answered quickly, pushing yourself up, but you resisted hugging him for fear he was still overstimulated. You offered your water bottle to him. "Do-do you want to talk about it?"

Frankie shook his head, looking down at his sweaty self. "It's the usual dream. The helicopter crash." He shuddered, trying to pull himself into the present and away from his distorted memory. He took a couple sips of water and then handed the bottle back to you. Mentally he did the exercises he had practiced. Name one thing you see: Sweet pea. Name one thing you hear: A passing car. Name one thing you feel: Soft sheets. Where are you? Home. Home. Home.

You waited patiently through all of this, giving Frankie space to speak when he was ready. He took a few deep ragged breaths, his fists clenched on the bed below you. Too scared to touch you yet. He worried that he may have scared you off. That now you would have seen that all of his demons were real.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, sweet pea." His gruff voice was dripping with guilt. You frowned, not in frustration at him but at the stigma that led him to feel so terrible about dreams he could not control.

"Frankie...you didn't bother me." You couldn't resist laying a hand over his bare stomach feeling him relax at your touch. "I'm glad I woke up. I want to comfort you."

He sniffed, new tears in his eyes. He was still looking away from you. You understood. It was such a vulnerable state for anyone, let alone someone who had endured as much rejection as Frankie had.

"Can I hold you? Is that okay?" You feel your own voice shake with emotion. Your power and your love was limited with him not in your arms. As much as you knew your voice could move mountains, you needed to console him with more than words.

"Yes. please." Frankie exhaled finally looking at you, his brown eyes misty and wanting. You wasted no time climbing over his legs and pulling his face into your neck. His arms linked around your back, holding you close.

His skin, that earlier vibrated like it was trying to break apart, settled under your touch. Solidifying enough so he could finally sense each part of his body. Hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, and so on. He mentally listed each one as it related to you. Your hands on his head. Your chest on his chest. Your breath on his neck.

"I have you." You promised, knowing the words would help ground him. "I have you. I'm not going anywhere. Just be here with me."

"I'm so tired of this." He whispered into your warm embrace. "I just want to be better."

"I know." You sat back cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over that patch of grey in his beard.

"I was doing so well." He continued to beat himself up. He had been so pleased to have gone nearly a month without any nightmares or PTSD. He tried to think of something that could have triggered him but yesterday was a normal Thursday. He didn't drink. He didn't have a stressful customer at work. He had sex. He showered. Sometimes there was no trigger and that was the most unsettling type of episode.

Frankie ducked his head, resting his forehead in between your breasts. He wished he could crawl inside you and away from his thoughts. His PTSD made him nauseous and too hyper to sleep. He was both hyper-focused and dazed at the same time. Every nightmare always felt like an omen that things were going to get bad again. He was going to start craving and then eventually relapse.

You rubbed his back in slow circles trying to coax him into a more normal breathing rate. A minute passed, the only sounds were Frankie's rough breathing and your slower one.

"What else do you need?" You asked gently.

"Can you- can you light the candle please?" He requested in a muffled voice.

"Sure." You smiled, reaching over to his side of the bed and pulling out the lighter. Your candle, already well used, was soon flickering brightly. The floral scent you and Frankie loved, filled your brain making sleep slowly start to edge its way in. You could feel his breathing slow. "That better?"

"Mmhmm." He grumbled. Something about the scent grounded him to this chapter in his life; the one with you in it. He wasn't that lonely guy anymore. He wasn't in a war zone. He had everything he could ever dream of right in his arms... and yet... this still happened. "I'm sorry, sweet pea."

"What for?" You tousled his hair affectionally.

"For-for being messed up."

"Frankie..." You nudged his head up so you could kiss him deeply. You let him take the lead, pressing him tongue into your mouth and pulling you tighter against his chest. At your quiet moan he pulled back letting you finish your thought. You didn't care how many times you had to say it, touch it, kiss it into reality: Frankie was perfect the way he was.

"You aren't messed up." You murmured, holding his eyes with your earnest gaze. "You're strong. You're resilient and brave. I love you because of that. You're like... a phoenix. You rise from the ashes." Then you giggled. "Sorry I just thought of a hybrid between a catfish and a Phoenix."

"Ha." He laughed shakily, tightening his arms around you. "A fish on fire. Sounds about right."

"Or a bird with whiskers." You snorted.

He kissed you again, relishing your little giggles against his lips. You laced your hands with his.

"I'm here to remind you to be kind to yourself. Remember how far you've come. I'm so proud of you, Frankie."

Once again he reflected on how lucky he was to have you in the flesh. Your empathy amazed him. It had from day one but his awe grew monumentally tonight. You weren't scared. You saw all of his brokenness for what it was and you only loved him harder. He had to trust your vision of him when his own internal compass failed.

"You tired, little pea?" He chuckled when you yawned cutely, after trying to hold it in.

"No." You told a small lie, just to keep him from trying to put your needs first. You weren't going to sleep until you knew he felt safe. "How are you feeling? Be honest, please."

Frankie searched his body with another deep breath. "Better. I'm just really amped up from the adrenaline. But go back to sleep, little pea. I'll read or something.”

"Mmm read to me?" You asked holding back another yawn.

"Sure." He chuckled. You rolled off of him pulling the covers back over you both. Frankie grabbed his copy of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. You latched onto him like a koala bear and hung onto his deep voice. Frankie appreciated the weight of your arm on his stomach and head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat below your ear slowing.

Frankie paused his quiet oration to peer down at your relaxed face and fluttering eye lids. "I love you, sweet pea."

"mmm love you too." You breathed in reply.

For the first time, Frankie was able to go back to sleep after his nightmare.

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A/N: apologies for my tgm crimes here but i gotta keep you on your toes since you have the old plan. also i'm not going to spoil anything but day 25 has one of my fav scenes in the show so far ;;-; so please enjoy this chapter and i will continue to work hard to finish the following one and get back into the posting routine!

DAY TWENTY-FOUR

You’re roused from sleep by the feathered sensation of fingertips on your jaw. Twitching slightly, you try and move away from it, burrowing deeper into the warm, gently rocking pillow your head is propped up on.

Before you can slip back under, however, the fingers give one last attack: a sudden flick to your cheek that echoes with a thwack. You flinch and furrow your brows, grumbling your displeasure since your words haven’t quite found you yet.

“Get up, sleepyhead, unless you’d rather I just piss in the bed.”

That’ll do it. You shoot up so quickly your vision swims, one side of your face feeling cold without the comfort of Yoongi’s chest. “Fuck you, go pee,” you slur, eyes still half-closed, the morning glare peeking through a gap in his curtains.

Yoongi happily but hurriedly trots off to the bathroom, giving you a moment of respite to collect yourself. It takes a few moments to recall the previous night, not just the way Yoongi’s voice had made you cum in your room, but also the way it later lulled you to sleep as he told you hushed stories of his childhood or anecdotes from his days as a sex education teacher.

You can even hear his voice now, just barely slipping under the crack of the door, humming and singing under his breath as he washes his hands.

When he finally exits, you’re propped up by pillows, duvet tucked over your knees and eyes crinkled fondly at his bedhead.

“Oh, no,” he starts with a frown, “you better get that look off of your face.”

Your smile drops. “What?”

Taming his hair with a few flat strokes, he shakes his head. “I need somebody sane in this house to talk to. You aren’t allowed to fall in love with me, it’s conflict of interest.”

Mouth dropping open, it takes you a few minutes to note the subtle curl to his lips. “You dick! I’m certainly not planning on it, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Hey,” he defends in a drawl, no attempt at modesty as he shucks his pyjamas before browsing his chest of drawers, “it’s been done before. You come for the massive dick and stay for the massive heart.” He pauses, shoulder muscles flexing as he reaches in to a drawer, pulling out a pair of dark wash jeans. “Stop looking at my ass, I’m trying to lecture you.”

On the contrary, you lower your gaze and narrow in on it. “You’re starting to develop a little bubble butt, Yoongi. It’s very cute.” Not leaving him time to protest, you barrel on. “Besides, your dick isn’t that big.”

“That’s only because you’re comparing mine to hyung’s. And Namjoon’s. And… And Jungkook’s, I guess. And-” Suddenly he cuts himself off, throwing himself back on the bed with his back hunched in despair. “Fuck, do I have a small dick?”

“Mm, not really,” you dismiss easily, deciding to finally get out of bed and pick out your own clothes - selecting them from Yoongi’s drawers, of course. He makes no protest, still staring blankly at the jeans in his hands. “You just have steep competition here. There’s nothing wrong with small dicks, either. They’re cute.”

Now visible from your angle, Yoongi’s face twists in a grimace. “But my dick isn’t small, right?”

You shrug, slipping on one of his FG shirts and a pair of sweatpants loose enough that you have to knot the drawstrings. “If it helps you sleep at night.”

He spares one somber glance down between his legs before he slips on a pair of underwear, finally stepping into the jeans. There’s a brief period of comfortable silence, before he lets out a small sigh. “Can I… Can I confess something to you?”

Although a quip would be easy enough to say, you sense the joking is over. “Of course, Yoongi,” you assure instead, sitting cross-legged on the unmade bed beside him. He doesn’t meet your eye, busying himself with slipping a shirt over his head. “What’s up?”

Once he’s fully dressed, he still keeps his eyes low. “When you- On Monday, when you voted out Jin-hyung. I was so glad.”

You pause for a moment. “Because you wanted him out of the competition?” you venture, but he shakes his head dully.

“Because I thought he might look at me again if he didn’t have you.”

Something sinks in your stomach, cold enough to make you shiver. The guilt in Yoongi’s voice doesn’t conceal the open vulnerability of his expression as he fiddles with his bitten fingernails. “What do you mean, Yoongi?”

“What him and I had earlier wasn’t healthy, I know that,” he defends to himself, “but… I still miss it. I miss him. But even when I spoke to him after the elimination, all he would talk about was you. And I can’t even be mad, because I get it. And I- If I’m honest,” he murmurs, feet scuffing restlessly on the carpet, “I don’t even know what I’m wanting to achieve by telling you this, but I couldn’t stand not having anybody know about it. I never wanted it to get this messy. I told myself I wouldn’t let my feelings get caught up. But I think a little heartbreak would be worth it, for him. Is that stupid?”

You feel so unanchored, like there’s nothing for you to grab onto to steady yourself. More so, you feel entirely incapable of helping your friend like you so desperately want to. “It’s not stupid,” you begin, reaching out to cup one of his hands snugly between the two of yours, head resting on his shoulder in solidarity, “and I’m so sorry. Does he- does he know you feel this way?”

“I don’t think so,” Yoongi admits in a low voice, leaning into your touch. “If he does, then he must not like me since he’s not acknowledging it. And if he doesn’t, then he must have never even considered me like that. I know I was a distraction at best.”

You knit your brows together, deep in thought to try and find the right words to say. “Or perhaps he knows and he’s respecting your boundaries by letting you initiate, especially since he was the one who took advantage of you last time. And perhaps he doesn’t know, and it’s only because he’s so caught up in his own feelings that he hasn’t considered that you may feel the same. You just don’t know these things, Yoongi. I didn’t know how you felt either until you told me.”

He nods slowly, jerkily. “Yeah,” he says weakly. “Jungkook said almost the exact same thing, actually.”

You pull back slowly, curiosity colouring your tone. “Jungkook?”

Yoongi manages a shy smile, cheeks colouring slightly. “He approached me. We- we talk a lot, way more than hyung and I ever did. I know Kookie has a crush on me, and we said we’d take things slow, but dammit, I can’t help but like the kid.”

You let a surprised laugh bubble up your throat. “That- I was not expecting that, but I’m so glad, Yoongi. Even if you don’t have Jin, I’m glad you’re letting yourself be happy with others.”

His smile falters. “Is it greedy that liking Jungkook doesn’t make me want Jin-hyung any less?”

You go still, thinking of your own blooming feelings for... Well, for most of the people in this house, if not - at least a little bit - all of them. “I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “I’d like to think not.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze to you, carefully studying your face. “Do you ever worry,” he begins, so softly that you have to strain to make the words out, “that our feelings have been set up. By the show, I mean.” His brows furrow deeper. “We’re living in a practical paradise - luxurious house with no real jobs, our food is paid for, we’re literally getting rewarded to have sex. It’s so artificial, you know? So who’s to say that our feelings are artificial, too? I- I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” he admits with a pensive stare.

You can’t lie. You nod. “I’d like to think not,” you repeat hollowly, “but… I mean, yeah, this feels like some alternate reality, and thinking of any of you in normal, mundane, real-life scenarios seems so strange. Like, can you picture Hoseok sitting down and doing his taxes?”

Yoongi snorts, shaking his head in bemusement as a line of tension eases from his shoulders. “I hope he hires an accountant. I certainly wouldn’t trust him with my money.”

You let out a deep sigh and fall backwards onto the duvet, air punched out of you on impact. “The thing is, Yoongi,” you declare in a matter-of-fact tone, “we have no way of knowing what life will be like once all this is wrapped up so why even bother worrying?”

He turns slightly, just enough to watch you warily over his shoulder. “Maybe because I could get my heart broken?”

You pout at him. “Tell me how that’s any different from developing a crush in real life?”

He opens his mouth, furrows his brows, and closes it again. “I- Ugh. Fuck you for being correct.”

Pleased with yourself, you hide your grin as you playfully knock his side with your foot, making him recoil with a groan. “Be as cautious or as impulsive as you want, but even if all this is fake, you could’ve just as easily developed those feelings outside of the show. Like come on, if you saw Jin in the grocery store don’t tell me you wouldn’t fall in love on sight!”

Yoongi shakes his head again, a wry smile playing at his lips. “I see your point… and now I’m picturing Jin getting groceries and looking hot doing it...wow.”

You cackle at the dazed look on Yoongi’s face, using his arm to pull yourself up off the bed, patting him on the shoulder. “Good talk, champ. I’m off to chow down on the leftover pork from last night. Care to join me?”

His eyes glitter, but the doctor declines. “Yoonji said she blackmailed one of the production team to bring her fried chicken from her favourite place. She’s hiding it in the bunk room, but you didn’t hear that from me. She’s selling some to me for a small fortune, the little devil.”

“Less than half a week here and she’s already set up a black market,” you muse, “I think I may be in love with her, Yoongi.”

“Don’t you dare.”

--

While the kitchen is empty when you first arrive, it only takes the sizzle of pork belly in a saucepan to draw your roommates down.

Jin is first, silently rummaging in the pantry and fridge for some side dishes to add to the mix. In return, you begin boiling some hot water, adding instant coffee mix to two mugs.

As the others join, the line of mugs and glasses on the kitchen island grows, until even the two Min twins are hovering in the kitchen, looking suspicously still hungry after their illicit breakfast.

There aren’t enough chairs at the table to seat you all, but luckily Taehyung and Jungkook are happy hunched over the bench in the kitchen, sharing a set of Airpods and snickering at a seemingly endless stream of TikToks.

At the table, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi chow down on their meals, the latter with a considerably smaller portion made up mostly of meat. Yoonji and Jimin are on either side of you, with Jin on one end, chewing slow to savour each bite.

It’s the first time in a while that you’ve all shared breakfast at the same time, and you’re struck with a deep feeling of fondness at this little family-like group you’re living with.  Jimin sneaks extra strips of meat or spoonfuls of rice into your bowl when he thinks you’re not looking; Hoseok listens enthusiastically to Namjoon’s explanation of a summer school course he’s taking, even as he has to ask for clarification just about every second sentence; Yoongi splits his time between checking up on the two maknaes with a soft look, and scowling at his sister’s teasing comments.

“Any plans for the day?” Yoonji asks suddenly, tugging you out of your musings. She’s dressed sleekly in a black velvet mock neck shirt and high waisted denim shorts, her face as stark a resemblance to her brother as ever, with two sharp lines of black on her lids being the only visible makeup. “Except, I suppose, the mandatory fucking.”

You huff with pink cheeks, never growing used to hearing it so openly. “The days kinda blur together a little when you have no real responsibilities,” you admit, “I should probably find a hobby or something.”

Yoonji’s eyes crinkle in faux empathy. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna be so out of it when you return to the real world. You all will,” she adds, before shrugging, “except maybe Namjoon. Seems like academia doesn’t stop for anyone.”

You can’t help but agree. “He has more brain cells in his pinky finger than I do in my own body,” you swear, “he could break an arm and still type a thesis one-handed.”

Halfway through a mouthful of food, you’re rewarded to the ungraceful yet endlessly endearing sound of her snorting, a hand cupped over her mouth. After swallowing, she turns towards you to respond. “I haven’t known him for long, but that seems to check out. He’s quite the character, huh?”

You don’t miss the meaningful lilt to her voice, nor the quirk of a sharp brow. “He’s a good guy,” you reply under your breath, gaze darting down the table to where the man himself is engaged in an intensely enthusiastic discussion (okay, closer to a TedTalk) with Hoseok, now using pieces of meat to create an abstract diagram in his otherwise empty bowl. The latter looks bewildered, but is nonetheless paying deep attention to every word.

It’s impossible not to feel soft inside as you look at the pair of them, all complementary contrast. Hoseok with his slender nose and harsh facial structure and Namjoon with a round, gentle face. One of them dressed in sleek black and the other in oversized earth tones, the typically reserved one animated and the bubbly one focused in. It had taken you barely a month of shared living to become completely fond of these men, not just Namjoon and Hoseok but all of them, and as much as it was nice to have someone new in the Villa for a while, Yoonji’s presence makes you more aware of the fact that you and the seven guys had developed a certain equilibrium that seemed slightly off-balance with the change.

It makes you worry about what other disturbances this delicate system could hold, and if returning to the real world would be a shift large enough to permanently upend it.

Wishing to dispel the pessimistic narrative beginning to form, you focus in on Yoonji again. “Anyways,” you start, “how are you finding the Villa so far?”

“Certainly an interesting look behind the veil, though it’s really not ideal having to-” Yoonji’s cut off by the chirp of an incoming message on her phone. “Sorry, one sec,” she mumbles absentmindedly, but you don’t miss the way her face falls when she reads the message, immediately glancing directly across the table to where her brother sits.

To your growing concern, Yoongi is also reading a message on his phone, and he quietly excuses himself from the table, leaving his bowl half-eaten. He jerks his head towards the front door, and Yoonji manages a quick apology before they’re leaving the room.

All startled out of their separate conversations, the remaining members of the household sit in confused silence, enough that even Taehyung and Jungkook turn around from their phones.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks in a worried voice. “Where’s Yoongi-hyung?”

Nobody replies, Jin just shaking his head with a grim frown and leaving the table himself, going after them.

“Guys,” Taehyung says more insistently, eyes not leaving the empty seats at the table.

“They both got a text,” you say with furrowed brows, “Yoongi and Yoonji. Must’ve been bad news, judging by their faces.”

“Jin-hyung’ll find out what’s going on,” Namjoon assures, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself, “let’s just clean up for them and wait for an update. Yeah?”

The two youngest nod solemnly, still with a single Airpod each bobbing in their opposite ears.

For a while, the group of you remaining sit in silence, as if caught up in some spell that would only be broken once Jin returned with some answers. The absence of Yoongi at the table is so much more pronounced, and you can’t help but feel the sickening worry swirl inside you when you look at his bowl, chopsticks strewn carelessly beside it.

Everyone is just waiting for bad news. You’ve felt this looming dread before, and it either came with a swoop of relief or a blow of despair. Your teeth find your thumbnail as you wait helplessly to see which one it’ll be.

It feels like an eternity before the door finally opens, making everyone jump, but only a few minutes have really passed. Jin is panting slightly, like he ran back from wherever Yoongi disappeared to.

“He’s-” he starts quickly, before a tremor passes over his face and he grimaces, jogging over and falling heavily into his chair at the table, face in his hands. “Their dad is in hospital. Heart attack.”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon breathes, brows knit together in sympathy. “Is he okay? Was it serious?”

Jin shrugs, looking up enough to run his hand over his face and take a shaky breath. “He’s alright for now, but apparently they need to make sure it doesn’t repeat anytime soon. If he settles, he’ll be fine, but there’s a chance that he might suffer another attack. Yoongi and Yoonji are going to the hospital now to stay with him until they’re more certain he’s stable. Just in case.”

“When is he coming back? Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide, shiny. He can’t stop fiddling with his fingers, self-soothing.

“Not for a while, I don’t think,” Jin divulges with a pained expression. “He needs to be there for his family right now. That’s all I know, I’m sorry.”

The front door creaks, and all of you instinctively whip your heads towards it, as if Yoongi himself might be returning already, but you’re greeted with the weary face of Producer Sejin, joining you at the table, taking Yoongi’s old spot. Taehyung frowns deeply at the choice, turning his face away.

“What’s going on?” you ask quickly. “What happens to Yoongi? And us?”

“Yoongi is… He was in a rush to get going, understandably, so we didn’t speak in great depth. But he in short stated that he’d return when his father was in better health if the place was still open for him. I’ve got in contact with the higher-ups, and we’ve agreed to put the show on a temporary hold.”

“On hold?” Jungkook asks in a nervous voice. “What does that even mean?”

Sejin clears his throat stiffly and clicks his tongue. “Well. It means we’re putting a stop to the game for now, in short. If Yoongi is able to return by the end of the week, we’ll resume as usual. Otherwise, we’ll consider him to have permanently left the competition, and we’ll be forced to continue the game without him.”

You frown, fighting the urge to cry. This all feels so wrong, like he’s been taken from you with little hope of reunion, and discussing it like administration feels so clinical. “So we’re just sitting here, not knowing if he’s going to come back home, waiting around in limbo?” As soon as you finish, it feels like the word home lingers in the air longer than the rest of them. And perhaps this house doesn’t feel like home to you, but it certainly seems like six of the seven pieces of home are around you right now, and it’s not the same without him away. By the way the others are solemn and red-eyed, you probably aren’t the only one that’s begun feeling that way.

Sejin just shakes his head slowly, as subdued as you all are. “Listen, I know this isn’t ideal. The boss wanted to film it, make a big drama out of it, and then kick him off the show for views. I’m doing the best I can here to compromise and give him some dignity.”

Eyes widening, you stare at the round eyes of the cameras in the living room. “Are you- are you even allowed to say that?”

“I cut the camera feeds,” Sejin says in a defeated tone, “the show is officially off-air for technical difficulties. You can do what you want here while you wait - hell, you can leave if you want, just please be prepared to come back on the Sunday. We’ll have a discussion about whether Yoongi can return, and what we’ll do if he doesn’t. Understood?”

“Understood,” Namjoon offers up for the group, and the producer leaves with another sigh and an attempt at a comforting smile. You can’t help but feel bad for him, working such an emotionally draining job, especially when you’ve heard nothing but bad things about his employer.

Once the room falls into quiet again, Jin stands up, chair legs scraping against the floor. “Okay, I think we should decide as a group what we’re wanting to do. Stay or go?”

You open your mouth to give your two cents, but before you can, Jungkook suddenly chokes on a sob and covers his face with his hands, Jimin immediately scooting his chair closer to wrap an arm around his shaking shoulders.

“Hey, what is it?” Jimin asks quietly, but the room is so silent that you all catch it. “Talk to me, bun. What is it?”

Jungkook takes a few stuttering breaths to compose himself, sniffling. “I don’t want you all to leave too,” he confesses, Jimin’s thumb catching a tear dangling on the tip of his nose, “isn’t Yoongi-hyung enough?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” the elder promises, pressing a kiss into his hairline before looking up at the rest of you, eyes widening intentionally. “We’ll stick together through this until he comes back, yeah? It’s not all bad. The cameras are off, remember? We can have a break now, we don’t need to worry about the show. Isn’t that nice?”

After a moment’s considering, Jungkook nods slowly. “‘t is nice,” he admits begrudgingly. “But only if everyone stays.”

You can’t help but smile fondly, getting up yourself to come behind him, stroking his hair back. “We’ll stay, of course we’ll stay. Let’s spend some time together tonight, we can put on a movie and snuggle, how about that?”

He perks up at the thought of this, glancing around the table as the others nod in affirmation. “I’ll bring down the blankets,” he bargains, cracking a small smile, and the rest of the room relaxes, immediately bursting into sound as everyone arranges the necessary supplies for a good quality movie night, almost back to normal.

Jungkook, as the member of the Villa in most urgent need of a pick-me-up, is given movie choosing privileges, so the seven of you tuck in for a rewatch of his favourite Spiderman movies, perhaps the only thing that can keep him glued to the screen.

At first, the absence feels overwhelming to you. Try as you might through the opening sequence, you can’t shake it. Your mind counts heads without thinking, keeps looking at the space on the couch where Yoongi liked to put his feet up. Even though you know it’s his father who is unwell, not him, there’s the sick swelling in your stomach that makes you feel like his departure is final, and shortly after the title card plays out, you’re quietly excusing yourself and stumbling to the back door, in desperate need of fresh air.

It’s cold outside, a brisk wind cutting through you. You barely make it around the corner out of sight before your legs buckle, and you let yourself fall into a pathetic crouch, your weight propped up against the side of the house as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs.

The panic creeps up on you in swells, the irrational fear that Yoongi would leave the show and you’d never see him again and everything would fall apart suddenly feeling like a whole tsunami crashing against you. Your fingers claw at the exterior wall as you fall back onto your behind, unable to even keep yourself in a crouch.

More so than the intrusive thoughts, it’s the image of Yoongi’s face falling, of him rushing out of the house in frantic distress that replays in your mind and leaves you suffocating. He looked so scared, your calm, reliable Yoongi. He was like a pillar, but that news was a fell swoop he couldn’t stay strong against. Your heart burns for him, cramping and aching in your chest.

For a moment, you picture yourself staying out here, gasping for breath until the sun goes down. You feel alone, more than ever since coming here, and even as the thought spooks you, there’s no energy in your body to do anything about it.

Just as your breaths start to sound more like death rattles and you curl your face towards the ground, a warmth envelopes your back, arms circling your middle and lifting you up.

“Hey, breathe, breathe with me, Y/n. I’m here.”

You recognise the voice. You recognise the built torso holding you steady, but your mind isn’t putting the pieces together, and so you simply squeeze your eyes shut and allow yourself to be maneuvered around there are hands on your face and a deep voice instructing you to look at me. I’m here; look at me.

You crack your eyes open, body heaving with the effort it takes to get any oxygen in your lungs, but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Kim Namjoon, narrowed in concern.

His hands are warm despite the frigid air outside, and you let yourself melt into him, eyes sinking to watch his lips mouth instructions, demonstrating exaggerated breathing for you to follow.

You feel distinctly like you might vomit, but you force yourself to match his breaths. The shuddering in and stilted out aren’t as fluid as his, but slowly your heart doesn’t thud in your ears and your body doesn’t shake as violently.

You feel damp, sweating all over, and your whole body aches, but your hearing begins to properly tune in again, coherence creeping back. “Na-Namjoon,” you gasp, wishing you had the energy to grab his arms or hug him or something other than lying limp against the wall of the house.

“Shh, hey, don’t strain yourself. Take it easy. I’m here.” He’s crouching in front of you, eyes locked onto you as he continues to hold you steady, jaw kept aloft by his hands. “Keep breathing, and it’ll go away. It’s a panic attack, I’ve had my fair share. You’ll come right.”

Trusting him despite the persisting burn in your chest, you let him coach your breathing for several more minutes, the heightened air influx making your head go light and floaty.

Once a counted breath turns into a yawn of exhaustion, you know the worst has passed. It leaves you boneless, not a single ounce of power left in your muscles, but you can breathe again, and it’s all thanks to the man across from you.

“I’ve never had one before,” you manage, voice cracking, “not like that.”

Namjoon’s lips press together in sympathy, and he turns to prop himself against the side of the house beside you, letting you continue breathing independently. “Is it Yoongi-hyung?”

You nod weakly, and the academic hums in confirmation. “I used to get panic attacks a lot in university. I used to hate them, thought they meant I was weak. Like I couldn’t handle the pressure as much as I thought I could. But, you know, these days I just figure I’m only panicking because it means so much to me. And I don’t think that makes me weak at all. It just means I care. Don’t feel ashamed about this, Y/n. All it means is that you care about hyung a lot.”

All the breath in your lungs leaves you in one rush as you prop your head in your hands, knees tucked towards your chest. “Yeah.” You wish you had something more appreciative to say, but your mind is waterlogged, weighed down and not functioning.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind the curt response. “I care about him a lot too. He’s like the glue for us, isn’t he? I’m worried to fall apart without him here keeping us in line. But we survived before we knew him and we’ll survive now. What’s better is supporting each other and waiting to see how we can support Yoongi-hyung, too.”

“You’re right,” you admit with a heavy breath, wiggling your toes to will energy back into them. “We’ll be okay.”

Namjoon bends sideways to bump your shoulder warmly. “That’s the spirit. Now; I’m happy to stay out here as long as you need, but Jungkook was the first one to notice you had been gone for a while, and I think he’s probably getting concerned by now. If you’re up to it, I can give you a hand to get inside and join the others again. What do you reckon?”

You lean your head back against the wall, taking a moment to consider. “What movie is he putting on next?”

“He mentioned wanting to check out Paw Patrol on Netflix.”

“Let me die out here,” you plead weakly.

Namjoon laughs, the sound like comfort itself, and stands up, offering you a hand. “Come on, kitten, up we get.”

In the end, the Netflix viewings manage to distract you for the rest of the night. When your limbs are tangled together and snacks are flowing, it’s easy to tune out of reality a bit and focus on the television screen in the comfort of shared company. Jungkook clears space on the couch for you the second you return, and clings to you for hours, his chin on your shoulder. You don’t complain, feeling soothed by the physical closeness. But the hours pass, and when the majority of you can no longer hold in your yawns, Seokjin gets up to turn the lights back on and clean up.

“Let’s get some rest,” he decides, and it’s that return to the real world that immediately dampens the atmosphere again, the group of you turning solemn. You pause to pull out your phone, sending Yoongi a quick message of support, and that you all missed him already, but no reply comes.

Without words being spoken, the seven of you remaining find yourselves flocking together as you make your way up to bed. Jin flanks the maknae as Namjoon and Hoseok lean heavily into each other, the four of them disappearing into Jin’s room. You naturally fall into step with the remaining two men, Taehyung linking his arm into yours and holding you close all the way to Jimin’s room.

Somehow, the house is too quiet. Even though Yoongi wasn’t a particularly noisy housemate, his absence cloaks the air.

You have no energy to shower. Washing your face is as much as you can manage, and Taehyung is even more despairing than you are, slumped on the toilet seat as Jimin cleans his face for him.

The uncertainty is what makes your heart flutter on edge, unable to wind down, and you know from the restrained looks of fear and distress in the guys’ eyes that they feel the same. The show would be undoubtably ruined if Yoongi couldn’t return. But more important than that, Yoongi would be ruined if he lost his father so suddenly.

Knowing Yoongi is hurting makes you ache, and you cling to your lovers like they’re your anchors in a churning sea, tucking your face firmly into Taehyung’s shoulder. It soothes you a little to be pinned between them, but the three of you still lie awake as the minutes blink by agonisingly slow.

At some point, you must fall into a fitful sleep, because when a sudden noise fills the room, it rouses you aggressively, and you almost kick Jimin’s shin in the process. Grunting, the half-asleep man rubs his face and twists around, fumbling on the nightstand for the offending noise.

It’s Taehyung’s phone, vibrating against the wooden table, and once Jimin blinks twice at the glaring screen he gasps and yanks the charger out, sitting up in bed. “It’s hyung,” he declares in a voice more vulnerable than you’d ever heard from him before. “Wake Tae.”

You force yourself to dispel those last few wisps of sleep from your brain, and gently shake Taehyung awake. According to the clock on the nightstand, it’s almost two in the morning, but your heart leaps as Yoongi’s face fills the phone screen, looking right at the three of you.

“I thought you would be together,” he states with a rueful smile, though you can see that it doesn’t quite reach his reddened eyes. “Sorry for calling so late.”

“Don’t apologise, hyung,” Taehyung whines, half of his weight on you as he leans in close, “we were so worried about you. How’s your dad?”

Yoongi’s brows furrow beneath mussed hair. “Not great,” he admits. “A little more stable, at least, but he’s pretty confused right now. Nurses worry that it might have affected his brain.”

Your heart sinks, both at the thought of a relatively young man suffering such awful health complications, but also at how Yoongi was trying to hide his exhaustion and distress. “Oh my god.”

“Mm, we should know soon what the damage is,” Yoongi explains further, rubbing his eyes with the hand not holding his phone aloft, “and if he’s alright I can head back h- head back to the Villa. He’s just been sleeping a lot today so… We don’t really know how he’ll be until he’s conscious for enough time. Yoonji’s with him at the moment, I just wanted to duck out and give you guys an update. Where are the others?”

“Jin-hyung’s room,” Jimin answers, even as he’s throwing back the covers. “They’ll want to hear from you themselves, just hold on a minute.”

You hear Yoongi’s voice echoing from the phone and strain to make out his words as Jimin heads to the door. “No, no, don’t wake them. I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to come visit? Of course none of you know my dad, and he doesn’t know you, but- Well, Yoonji and I could do with some company.”

You jump up, rushing to Jimin’s side. As he naturally accommodates your presence and pulls you flush against him, you lift your face up to the phone. “We’ll be there,” you assure Yoongi, “just please get some rest tonight. It’s been a rough day.”

Yoongi’s pained smile breaks your heart, and Jimin leads the phone back to the bed so that Taehyung can say a final goodbye before the three of you hang up and crawl, exhausted but somewhat relieved, back into bed.

[yoshkeii]

"𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Daishou Suguru, Atsumu Miya, Sakusa Kiyoomi

࿐ genre: angst (to fluff)

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested: yes, as a continuation of  "𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.”

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ mentions ; cheating (atsumu’s), angst to fluff (sakusa)

⌦ they all have different scenarios, so its best to check out the first post for a little more context.

A/N: never expected to make a part two, but i guess the feedback said otherwise. its been awhile since ive written anything, so i may be rusty, disregard mistakes too please-

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ; this is queued. i am still on my hiatus.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞:

→ ever since the argument, you had left. taking majority of what was yours and what you could in the quickest of matters. you and Daishou barely talked or interact within those days. often dead silence within the shared home... or rather what was shared.

→ it was quite suffocating as well, leaving each other after a long relationship you both committed to. but you had a gut feeling it would end unfortunately.

→ Daishou had seen you leave for the last time past the front door. only exchanging a blunt “bye.” before disappearing behind the solid door. he really hoped this was all lies and games, but it wasn’t. he knew this was real, he knew this will be his reality. without you. the fading steps signaled that you were not gonna look back.

→ since then, he hasn’t heard of you since. he hasn’t seen your name around social media and only the bittersweet memories of when his friends would bring you up came into mind.

→ but it was like, you erased him from your world. and yet Daishou still held tight of the cut thread that lead to you. the other end laying flat onto the floor as the other end you had, disappeared as a whole. a huge gap between you both.

→ him being in denial, he kept mainly to himself. 

→ the old shared space felt empty. drastically different every time he would come home. he would hear your welcoming voice that made his whole body so warm and fuzzy, but now, the silence was painful and cold as he stepped inside his so called ‘home’. he didn’t know why...

→ but he really wanted you back. he wanted to see your face no matter when he came home. he missed your whole presence. he yearned for something that he could’ve kept if he would just shut up.

→ Daishou didn’t expect to see you here. at the same party he would be invited to, he watched you from the second floor that had the view of the merged rooms of the living room and kitchen. seeing you laugh and smile with two other friends who you stumbled upon, the sight made his heart sting.

→ a sharp stab straight through his chest, only thinking if he could be the reason for that smile. that laughter. oh he envied it.

→ he tried to avert his thoughts away before he heard some whistles and calling of names, to see your figure slip away with someone else from the crowd.

→ watching you both from his higher position, he noticed your hands intertwined with the other. his own hand slightly clenching the daring drink he held, the other grasping the rail tighter the longer he watched.

→ Daishou’s eyes soon looked up at your face. the expression you had made him feel conflicted.

→ the wide pure smile you had accompanied with the deep flush, made him feel that oh so familiar feeling. but knowing he wasn’t the cause of it pained him.

→ although, seeing you with someone deserving made him feel at ease. but the stabbing dagger in his heart laid there still, only reminding him that he could’ve been that better person.

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞:

→ after the confrontation, you and Atsumu had split ways of course. it was difficult to move on and realize the situation at hand, to the both of you.

→ seeing where your stuff would be gone in the shared space made it surprisingly empty and less... alive. the whole place felt dead and empty, like a home left abruptly without an obvious reason of why.

→ but Atsumu knew why, and it began to nag at him. it made him feel so guilty to do that to you. to him, you were so pure, kind, and oh so nice. he could go on about your looks too, he really could. but every thought of you made his mind so hazy and clouded with distraught. 

→ why did he cheat? you were loyal to him- if only he could be too.

→ its been a couple years since then, it was tough for Atsumu. he had cut ties for who he was cheating with, regretting what he did and in hopes to regain you back before- didn’t obviously work. so now he stayed alone in the home that practically mocked him of his decision. 

→ he was quite surprised Atsumu wasn’t blocked by you throughout social media etc. but he didn’t dare to strike a conversation and laid idle as he saw you occasionally appear on his feed. 

→ seeing you mention being in relationship but only giving vague hints and images, truly never revealing who to your followers. 

→ sighing as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he didn’t want to think about it all, so he decided to pay a visit to Osamu at his restaurant. to his twin’s dismay.

→ arriving there fairly quickly he waved at his brother who was behind the counter cleaning up for the night, seeing his twin wave back slightly before continuing on whatever he was doing.

→ Atsumu couldn’t help but noticed the metallic object that wrapped around Osamu’s ring finger. 

→ “..’Samu? What’s on yer’ hand?”

→ “Oh- ya noticed already. I got engaged not so long ago, or recently.”

→ curiosity jabbing at the blonde made him eagerly question again.

→ “I- What?? By who!? ‘Samu ya didn’t even tell me you were in a relationship!” Atsumu could only just whine, knowing his brother didn’t share with him about his personal life after highschool. 

→ “Shut up ‘Tsumu.. Don’t be so loud in my restaurant or I’ll kick yer ass out of here!”

→ “..but do you still wanna know?”

→ Osamu seeing his twin nod with anticipation made him sigh, knowing this wouldn’t end too well. “Well.. me and [Name] are getting married. Just got engaged with him two days ago.”

→ “..[Name]..?” Atsumu could only repeat the familiar name, his voice faint but still audible to his brother’s ears.

→ he couldn’t believe it. his brother... and.. 

→ “W-well-! That’s.. nice for both of ya, haha..” the blonde tried to played off, hoping that the wavering of his voice didn’t catch his attention but, Osamu already knew, simply playing along as the conversation continued and slowly shifted off to something else.

→ Atsumu had left the place rather quickly than he originally intended to stay- but he didn’t expect it. he didn’t expect you being engaged with his twin, eventually knowing you’ll see each other soon.

→ he didn’t know how to feel about this. he was happy for both of you- but- he wasn’t over you. although it has been more than two years, he wasn’t. he missed you, he yearned to see you again. he wanted to hear your laughter and giggles, your voice overall. he wanted to see you smile, he wanted to see your handsome face. 

→  he wanted... you back. but he knows he can’t have you. not anymore.

𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊:

→ when you left passed the front door, you hadn’t come back after a few minutes. and it was.. raining. pretty badly.

→ having worry built up in his stomach that soon turned into a mixture of anxiety made him feel uneasy, overthinking the situation and words he said to you earlier made him choke on his actions. 

→ snapping out of the trance, he rushed to go grab a coat to slip on. retrieving his phone. hurrying out the front door hoping to find you haven’t gotten too far already, almost slipping down some steps of the apartment building on the way to find you.

→ the rushing anxiety continue to flow through him, making his movements more loose and clumsy as he ran off to find you. calling out your name aimlessly of the darkened rainy streets. not caring that his curls were getting soaked in the pounding rain, he just wanted to find you. 

→ to find you and keep you safe.

→ Sakusa’s heart kept increasing every moment he didn’t see you. he wanted to find you so bad- this anxiety he had was much worse than when around he was in crowds, this one felt more instinctual.

→ forgetting he had brought his phone, he slipped it out of his pocket quickly dialing and calling you. to find you answering on the second ring.

→ “..h-hello-?”

→ “[Name]..! T-thank god your safe.”

→ the slight mess-up Sakusa slurred with his words made you feel slightly worried, “..yes I am safe. what’s up with you??”

→ “Nothing..! But w-where are you?”

→ “I’m.. at a nearby cafe. Are you sure you-”

→ your boyfriend interrupted you quickly, “I’m on my way.”

→ “H-hey..! Don’t just-”, hearing the call end with singular beep, “aaaand.. he hung up..” you decided to look around from your position outside, grasping your phone nervously. realizing the rain was pounding down much harder than earlier.

→ the sound of the familiar voice calling your name from the distance caught your attention, gazing over to see Sakusa running over towards you. 

→ “S-saku-”

→ jumping lightly at the sudden hug he enveloped you, muttering soft rushed apologies over and over again as he hid his drenched face in the crook of your neck. he had continued his rambles of apologies as you hugged him back, rubbing his back lightly. watching the ravened hair male let it out a little longer before you could mutter reassuring words to him back.

→ the tension slowly rising from his muscles but the hold of his hug didn’t falter at all, only continuing to snake around your waist.

→ “..you scared me..” “...im really sorry, babe.”

→ you lifted your gaze to meet Sakusa’s, lifting your hands up to cup his face. brushing a few strands of hair away from his view sending a quick peck onto his lips. “you don’t need to apologize anymore Omi. you did enough already..”

→ “A-and you’re drenched! Baby, you’re gonna get sick-” you blinked, noticing how flat his hair was from the rain that couldn’t reach you both from the small roof over the entrance of the cafe. 

→ “..i-i’ll be fine..” the soft stutter Sakusa made noted he was embarrassed about the thought, “..i’m glad your the one not gonna be sick though.” he muttered before softly pecking your lips.

→ “Honey..” you sighed, taking your hands in his before heading inside the building. “..lets just get something to drink to warm us up, ‘kay? then we can head back.”

→ “I-m.. paying aren’t I-..”

→ “Yes. Yes you are. A treat after a bad tiring day!”

→ “..you just want sweets-”

→ “Shut it Kiyoomi.”