#ily all and I’m going to bed now. kisses for all of u. goodnight

[leatherforhell]

feeling emotional bc I never wrote Clara before bc I was so scared of how she would be received and it turns out you guys are Really Fucking Nice actually

[star-girl69]

Guilty Pleasure

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: after weeks full of stress and homework, all you want to do is have a nice evening with your girlfriend. but it’s hard to let yourself do that when she’s working herself to death to prepare for hockey championships.

a/n: wow i’m a genius… based off of this ask!! i hope you all enjoy!! STREAM TOUGH BY LANA AND QUAVO‼️‼️‼️

a few notes:

shoutout to my wonderful sister wife @lovinpelova read her kk fic it’s amazing ILY AND OUR WIFE 🫶

and rip to laila’s ability to go live 💔💔

Guilty Pleasure - Chappell Roan

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, i don’t know anything about college please spare me, college scares me, i’m scared, anyways, texting if that triggers y’all, the tiniest bit of angst, y/n is kinda like insecure and all self deprecating LOL, umm a little bit of kissing, hurt/comfort!!!!!!!! kinda!!!!, swearing, ending sucks so bad, this sucks, whatever, i think that’s all let me know if i missed anything!!

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“Y/N,” your roommate groans into the stillness of your room. Besides for the natural humming of the building, it’s midnight, a school night, and the dorms are mostly silent. “Y/N, please. Turn off the lights and go to bed. You can’t keep studying, babe.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, standing up from your desk and flicking the light switch on the wall. You hear your roommate, Jackie, let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately, you sit back down, flipping the desk lamp on.

“Ugh, no, babe. That’s not what I meant- you need to sleep.”

“I have to study.”

Jackie had it so easy- you’ve never seen her study for any test, ever, yet she always comes back with 90’s on whatever assignment it is. Not you. No, you work your ass off and get an 80- if you’re lucky.

“You’ve been studying all weekend,” she groans. “You can’t do anything about it now, trust me. Whatever happens, happens. All you can do now is sleep.”

You’re silent, trying to cram just a few more vocab words into your head.

“Y/N, please!”

A pillow hits your head.

“Bitch!” You yell, glaring at her. Maybe you did really think she would be smiling at you, but she’s not. She’s looking at you with real concern in her eyes.

“Babe. I can see the dark circles under your eyes from here.”

And if you’re honest, the words on the pages are starting to blur, you can’t process anything- you know she’s right. You’re not helping yourself at this point, but you’re too scared to just give up and go to bed. What if you stay up for one more minute and it completely saves your ass tomorrow?

“Maybe you should call KK?” Jackie says, tentatively, but you’re not even looking at her anymore. “I won’t even complain that you’re whispering.”

“She’s probably asleep,” you mutter. “She texted me today, they had a really hard practice.”

“Yeah, but she’ll answer if you call. We both know she will.”

“No, I’m not bothering her. I’ll go to bed, okay?”

You meet Jackie’s eyes, and she looks you up and down.

“Okay.”

But she doesn’t settle, not when you’ve flicked the light off. You can see her when your eyes adjust, she doesn’t lay down until she sees you in bed, covers pulled up to your chin.

It’s only when you finally firmly squeeze your eyes shut that you hear the rustling of her settling into bed.

“Goodnight,” she murmurs, concern in her voice.

“Goodnight,” you say back.

She’s right. She’s completely right about everything.

She’s close with KK and the rest of the team you’ve come to known like family just like you. KK would answer you. She always has notifications turned on for you and you for her.

And there’s nothing else you can do about this test tomorrow, you’re confident you’ll at least pass it, but since you’re not doing any sports like almost everyone else at this school, you feel like you should at least have better grades. But you just… don’t.

As you wrap your arms around yourself in the darkness, hoping Jackie’s eyes are closed and she can’t see you, all you can do is think about Caroline.

—-

hockey queen: r u still coming over??

you: yes ofc do u hate me and want me to die????

hockey queen: no ily ❤️

you: ilyt i’m getting food tn btw

hockey queen: ok babe wtvr u want 😍

After days of turning down every invitation to go out, after forcing yourself to stay home and feeling Jackie’s disapproving eyes on you every time you stayed up late- your last class of the week had finished.

It was Friday afternoon, the sky starting to turn a pretty grey that let you know rain was coming. This entire week had felt like a battle in the long war that was college, and you desperately needed a night in with a movie and some takeout to replenish yourself for the next week-long battle.

And you needed that night to be with Caroline. Desperately. Even though you knew she was working herself just as hard, with your workload and her busy hockey schedule these Friday nights were sacred, and weekly.

No one ever skipped a Friday night.

Even when you were under the weather with the most horrible headache you’ve ever been plagued with, Caroline still came over and rubbed you temples, talked to you to distract you in a soft voice and let you drool on her when you finally did fall asleep.

Even when Caroline was so exhausted from a hard practice, and all she had the strength to do was brush her teeth and change into sweats, you let her pass out on top of you and stayed put the rest of the night, rubbing her back, just to make sure she got her rest.

With championships coming up, you’re sure tonight will be another night in which KK is barely functioning, but as long as she’s just there, tangible, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you tell yourself, even as you walk across campus, letting your mind guiltily wander to you just finally stopping for one second, slowing down and confiding in her how fucking exhausted you were.

The rational part of you knew she would understand. But the insecure, childish part of you that was scared you’ll be seen as too needy, too much, overpowered everything else.

You needed whatever bit of Caroline she would give you.

You sighed, kicking a stick on the concrete path away at a particularly vivid fantasy of you absolutely sobbing in her arms. And it’s not like you haven’t cried in front of her before- what scared you about this guilty fantasy was how good it felt, even in this daydream, to let her in.

She works so hard. You can’t dump yourself onto her either.

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jacked 💪: do i have the dorm to myself tn??

you: yes 🤗

jacked 💪: inviting sexy boy from econ over

you: use protection ily

jacked 💪: BITCH ilyt

KK and Laila had the cutest apartment that wasn’t too far away, with a really pretty view out onto a street with lots of lights that almost made it feel like new york city.

Unfortunately, the rest of the apartment really did feel like the apartment of two college girls. There was perpetually dishes in the sink, the weirdest posters and inside jokes plastered onto the walls- you didn’t even try to understand them.

Laila likes to joke that she knows when it’s time to clean based on how bad your reaction is when you walk in. She decides they can go a few more days without cleaning. You roll your eyes, eating your takeout at the counter while you wait for your girlfriend to get out of the shower.

When she finally does emerge from her room, her slightly curly hair in its prettiest slightly wet form, dressed in comfy clothes- something immediately squeezes inside of your chest.

Maybe it’s your heart. Or maybe it’s a physical manifesting of nerves and guilt in that’s made its home in your chest. Whatever.

You can see the tiredness on her face when she walks over to where you sit, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

You ignore Lalia’s exaggerated gag.

“Come with me,” KK murmurs into your ear, and you don’t need to be told twice, stuffing your keys into your pocket and following her.

“Don’t be too loud!” Laila shouts after you, looking into the fridge to find a snack- you all know that fridge is in desperate need of a restock and a deep clean- “There are other people in this apartment, okay?”

“Shut up!” KK responds, holding onto your arm tightly and shutting the door behind you.

—-

After putting on some random movie from Netflix in the background, you were all too happy to throw yourself onto KK’s comfy bed, smiling when she let out an exaggerated groan, collapsing face down next to you.

“Aw, hard practice?” You fake cooed, and she nodded into her pillows. You played with a damp curl, twisting it between your fingers.

“So many bag skates,” she moaned. “I lost count. I swear I almost died. I saw the gates of Heaven.”

“Poor baby.”

“Yes,” she muttered in agreement, grabbing your hand playing with her hair and pressing it up against her face so she could trap you between her face and the pillow. “Everything hurts.”

The only light came from the flickering movie, and you could barely even hear it as you stared at her face. You press a kiss to her cheek and she smiles, and you sit up even as your own exhausted body screams at you.

She frowns when you take your hand away from her face, but doesn’t seem as bothered anymore when you straddle her legs and softly start to massage her shoulders.

“I love you,” she whispers, eyes falling shut. “Oh, my God, you could become a masseuse.”

You laugh, relishing in how intimate this moment feels, holding onto the feeling in your chest that erupted when she said “I love you” it’s not possible to feel guilt in this moment, shrouded in a haze that might be because of your droopy eyes but you tell yourself it’s because you love this girl so much.

“I haven’t seen you all week,” Caroline says after a second.

“I know,” you say after a long moment. Thinking of those long nights when you wanted to be selfish so bad. When you wanted her all to yourself. “Sorry. I’ve had, like, a lot of homework lately and stuff.”

“But the worst is over now?”

You heart squeezes at the hopeful edge to her tone.

It’s hard to find times when your schedules match. It hurts you, you know it hurts her, and sometimes these Fridays are the only thing that can keep you sane. You might actually end up in a mental hospital.

“Oh, um… I dunno. Hopefully, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says, biting back a yawn. “I jus’ miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you say, so quietly it’s almost like a confession. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m about to fall asleep,” you groan, slipping off of her and back onto the bed.

Laying on your side so you’re facing her, you watch as she opens her eyes and smiles at you in that sweet, slightly goofy way you fell in love with.

She reaches out and softly touches your under eyes, where you know there’s noticeable dark circles. She frowns, ever-so-slightly, and the unspoken question is thick in the air.

“Jackie keeps getting all pissed off at me,” you say, breaking the silence, making sure she doesn’t ask that question: “have you been sleeping?” You’re fine. You’re fine. “She thinks I’m studying too much but no matter how many times I tell her I’m studying a pretty normal amount- she won’t let it go.”

“Are you studying a normal amount?”

There’s a slight teasing smile on her face, so you roll your eyes.

“Yes. I stay up a little late, like, once and it’s like it’s the end of the world.”

It’s not just once, and it’s not just a little late, but KK is so tired, you can see it on her face.

She laughs. “Jackie jus’ loves you,” she says after a yawn.

“Too much, maybe.”

She puts her arm around you, tugging you closer to her. “You deserve all the love in the world, baby.”

You smile like a cheesy schoolgirl. “Okay,” you say, pressing a short kiss to her lips. “Go to bed, please. You can barely keep your eyes open and it’s actually kinda scary.”

“Come here,” she groans, pulling you even closer until you’re pressed up right against her.

And before you can even think about what you’re doing, you let out a sigh and press your face into her neck. This might be your favorite place- where you can feel her heartbeat and the way her arm is wrapped around you.

Your chest squeezes when everything fades out for a second, tiredness you didn’t feel until you were in her arms suddenly coming out in the form of a yawn.

“Damn, you’re tired,” she whispers, and you can hear the smile in her voice. You try to mumble “so are you” but it comes out as an incoherent mumble that she chuckles at.

Just as you faintly realize that comforting sensation is her hand in your hair, scratching your head, guilt consumes you. She’s been working so hard at practice- and here she is comforting you? You’re not going to national championships like her. You’re not doing anything important- you’re just tired from getting mediocre grades.

Sluggish, you moan and try to move out of her comfort, something inside of you screaming that you don’t deserve it, but she only mistakes it as you shifting in your sleep and softly shushes you.

And just as you push off sleep enough to try and get out, her breathing evens out. So, you fall asleep press tightly into her arms, feeling so guilty you think it might actually destroy you.

—-

hockey queen: hi baby practice finished early can i come over?

…

hockey queen: are u studying

hockey queen: babe pls i’m bored

hockey queen: ok i’m coming over deal w it

You set your pen down, staring at the scribbles in the margins of your assignment- the actual questions still blank. You sigh, feeling pressure behind your eyes that you try not to let spill.

“Fuck,” you whisper, putting your head into your hands and allowing yourself one guilty moment to wallow in self-pity before you finish this fucking assignment.

It’s still early, but you know you should have done this simple one page of work before tackling the endless pages of review for another test you have tomorrow- now you’re so tired you can barely see, and your hand is cramping.

You softly scrunch your dominant hand into a fist before spreading it out flat, almost wincing at how sore it is. Is it even possible for your hand to be this sore? Covered in smudged ink, you debate going to the bathroom and washing your hands. Maybe you need to walk around, then you can get this one page done.

But all you can think about is that stupid test tomorrow, and maybe you should stay up late again, screw Jackie’s concern, study more-

The first tear that drops onto your paper shocks you a bit. And you feel so stupid for crying in the first place that you start crying more.

Pressing your face into your hands, you’re too tired to try and stop the tears, just letting them fall. Your mind races with thoughts of that stupid test, this stupid assignment- and some rational part of you knows that this is unhealthy- but it’s college, and it kinda feels like everything you do is a precursor for your adult life.

If you can’t juggle tests and homework- how are you going to juggle bills and work? Simple housework?

Someone knocks on the door.

You freeze for a moment, feeling your makeup run streaky down your face, eyes still full of tears and mascara messy-

“Y/N?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. You know that voice, you know KK’s voice, you can hear her perfectly through the door.

And you’re just stupidly, completely frozen.

Maybe because part of you wants to just run into her arms.

And before you can make up some lie or do anything to get her to go away, she just opens the door, and you quickly turn away.

“Oh. Y/N,” she says, obviously very confused. “I figured you weren’t in here. Did you see my texts?”

“Uh,” you start, and you know immediately that she can hear the sadness in your voice. “No, sorry. I’ve been studying.”

“What happened?” She asks, and you would laugh at the way she looks around the room, almost as if someone is going to jump out. “You’re crying.”

“No,” you fake laugh, standing up. “Give me a second, there’s something in my eye-”

She grabs your wrist.

“Please don’t lie to me.”

The sincerity and love in her voice makes you cry more.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. I’m just a little overwhelmed with school, I’ve had some late nights, it’s stupid that I’m crying over this. Seriously, babe, thank you- but it’s not that big of a deal.”

She’s got this kinda heartbroken look on her face, and you love her so much- you feel even more guilty for making her feel like this, for being the cause of the frown on her face, and you just want to go back in time and stop all of this from happening.

“…It is a big deal if it’s making you cry.”

You can’t say anything.

She wipes a few tears from your face. “You look exhausted, baby. I didn’t want to say anything because I know you’ve had a lot going on with school, but I know you, I know you’re tired and I think maybe-”

“I’ve had a few late nights, okay?” You finally meet her eyes, trying to convince her that you’re okay, because you feel so stupid and vulnerable and you can’t stand it when she has that concerned look in her eyes for you. “Like, not even that late. 2 A.M. isn’t even that bad. I mean, it’s not like it pays off, because my grades are still shit- but, whatever. It’s fine. I’m fine, okay? I’m sorry, I’m just not thinking straight, and- it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“You’re not fuckin’ fine, Y/N. Stop saying that, why are you pushing me away? You can tell me anything, I love you.”

She’s dropped her bag by now, her entire attention focused on you, one arm wrapped around your waist as if you might run away from her and the other softly brushing away the tears that continue to fall.

“I try so hard,” you say after a second. “I study so much. And I… I just can’t get good grades. And I just… I feel so guilty all the time, because I just want to spend time with you and I love you so much but you work so hard and I just don’t want to be another thing for you to deal with.”

And once it’s finally out, not curled up in your chest like a second heart leeching on the very essence of your being, the tears dry up.

Caroline softly smiles.

“What?” You ask, sniffling a bit, one step away from crying again.

“It’s just- how could you ever think that you would be something for me to “deal” with?”

“I dunno,” you say, slightly pouty as she helps you sit down next to her.

“You’re my favorite person in the entire world. I love you more than anything- even hockey, which is saying a lot. You’re never something for me to deal with, and I don’t do anything but smile anytime someone says your name, or you text me, or I get to see you- I’m sorry that it really sucks right now, with my schedule, and that you were feeling like this and I had no idea- but I really fucking love you.”

You smile softly. “You’re sweet,” you murmur, legs intertwining with hers. “I fucking love you too.”

She places her hand on the side of her face and kisses your nose.

“Don’t ever feel guilty for wanting to spend time with me. I’m never too tired for you. Besides, do you know what I think about during practice?”

“What’s right in front of you face?” You quip.

“Well, that, but also you. And, also, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about with your grades. Don’t you have like an 89 in each class?”

“It’s not a 90,” you groan.

“Still better than me, I’m like all 85’s. And, you’re literally the only reason I’m passing that one class that I hate who’s name I don’t speak.”

You smile, angling yourself to face her, finding that you can’t think of anything poetic to say to tell her how much she means to you, so you just kiss her. Long and slow, trying to pour as much appreciation and emotion into it as possible.

“Okay, game plan, I help you finish whatever work you have, then have you eaten? I’ll get us food. Then, you’re going to go to sleep early, okay?”

“It’s a plan,” you say, standing up and crossing the room to that one piece of paper, tear stain dried on it.

Her face spurs adorably just at the sight of the homework from her least favorite class. “Oh, you’re gonna love me. Don’t worry, I got the answers from the really smart girl I sit next to.” She takes out her own sheet of homework from her bag on the floor, smoothing out the wrinkles on her thigh before proudly handing it to you.

“Hm, I do love you. Just a bit.”

“I’m pretending I didn’t hear that.”

And later that night, with your homework finally done, takeout boxes in the trash bin, and your head on Caroline’s chest- heartbeat in your ears, her lips on the top of you head- it feels impossible to feel guilty about loving her.

—-

Jackie walks in late, groaning to herself about the stupid kid in her study group who asks the most common sense questions- she quickly shuts up when she realizes you’re asleep in your bed.

“Thank God,” she breaths, grateful that she didn’t find you hunched over at the desk again.

She squints into the darkness, quickly realizing there’s two figures on her bed, and the other one is very familiar-

“What did I say?” Jackie mutters to herself. “Insufferably in love with each other.”

Then, she quickly snaps a picture before getting ready for bed herself.

—-

[tomssexdoll]

I JSUT WANNA START BY SAYING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

ok.

so ofc u don’t have to do it but it’s just an idea could you pretty pls do a fic with bill and f reader, and reader (idk how what to call it, sorry i’m so confusing) is not really used to showing love in any way, and isn’t used to being shown love, and for the first time she asks bill to cuddle after a rough day or whatever (up to you) and it’s just rlly rlly cute and stuff

SORRY ITS SO CONFUSING i just need more fluff bill😞

YESS

TYSM FOR THE LOVE IT MEANS SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING AND ILYSM AND ILY ILY ILY ILY MWAH

I had a really, really rough day today. Work was so busy, I was working a 12 hour shift at the hospital I work out. I'm a nurse so I deal with so much ever day.

I came home to see Bill waiting on the couch for me, wrapped in blankets ane watching his favourite show, his eyes lit up when he saw me and he ran to me, "hey baby!" he smiled, I groaned "not now honey..im so tired im sorry" I sighed and grabbed his hand, walking to the couch with him.

Me and Bill have been dating for 9 months and he knows I don't really show affection and that I'm not used to recieving love, in past relationships I was severley neglected and used and it scared me, driving me away from any affection at all.

But tonight was different, after being yelled at, puked on, peed on and slapped 2 times I just needed his touch, I yearned for his arms around me, stroking my hair and kissing me.

We did show some affection of course but it was mainly him.

I whined and looked up at him, "can we cuddle..please.." his eyes widened and his head snapped towards me, "oh..uh..of course baby let's go to bed first" he held my hand, leading me to the bedroom and helping me change into comfier clothes, his actions quick so I wouldn't change my mind.

We slipped into bed and he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, gently stroking my cheek and kissing me softly. "Why the sudden change of heart liebe?" he whispered softly, looking down at me and smiling like an idiot.

"After being abused all day I just need your touch, I need to be in your arms and feel loved.." I buried my head in his chest, wrapping my arms around him tightly and feeling his heartbeat against my ear.

"Do you want to do this more often schatz? I mean if you like it, why not do it more often, hm?" he stroked my hair gently, I considered it, I loved the way his arms felt around me, it was like relief after so long of being mistreated.

"I think we should, I was just scared and had to face my fears I guess, I could spend hours like this" I smiled, he chuckled "me too, me too"

After laying in silence for a while, enjoying each others company and Bill giving me occasional kisses or back rubs, he whispered softly in my ear, "you're becoming sleepy schatz, let's go to bed" I nodded softly and slipped off his chest, turning around and backing into him, I felt his arms wrap around my frame and hold me close, kissing my neck softly before whispering a loving 'goodnight' to me.

I was too tired to even speak and just replied with a mumble, Bill chuckled and turned the lamp off, slowly falling asleep in each other embrace.

tags: @itsmealaiah @ballhair @ge-billsgf @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @itsangelll @cyberleathalz @charliesgoodboy @tomkaulitzloverr

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

[fruitcoops]

If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

[kpopfanfictrash]

Drabble: The Valentine

Member: The Holi-Date!Taehyung (with a WONDERFUL banner made by the amazing @underthejoon​ )

Summary: Taehyung and Y/N’s first Valentine’s Day together. (hi @baebae-goodnight​, this is 4 u & ur immense love of corniness ily & have a good day)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1,394

Coming to a stop in your doorway, you stare at your apartment in horror. “You can’t be serious,” you blurt.

Taehyung looks up, startled, a whisk held in one hand. “Oh. Hey, baby!” he says, attempting for nonchalance. “What’s up?”

Slowly, you blink. “What’s up?” In alarm, you glance around your kitchen. “What’s up, is there’s powdered sugar all over my once-clean counters.”

“Oh, right. That.” Scratching his chin, Taehyung leaves a powdery mark.

As you take a step inside, you let the door thud shut behind you. The hallway is chillier than normal; likely, your building trying to save on electricity again. They always have been giant cheapskates. Shivering a little, you untuck your scarf from your coat.

This is when you notice the decorations. Pink hearts everywhere, glittery red confetti piled high on each surface and several gigantic Mylar balloons, blown up like cupid.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, your bag hitting the floor. “Please don’t tell me you’re also a Valentine’s Day nerd?” you plead. “Honestly, the Christmas thing was bad enough. Don’t subject me to yet another holiday.”

Blinking innocently, Taehyung wipes both hands upon his pink, printed apron. The gesture leaves a long streak of confectioner’s sugar in its wake. Before him, the bowl on the counter is full of pink frosting, whipped into peaks.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he says, turning away. Reaching overhead, he grabs a second bowl from the cupboard. “I just thought you might want some dessert after a long week at work. I know Jungkook is on vacation, so you’ve been covering.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, unzipping your jacket. “How completely suspicious of you.”

As you enter the kitchen, you try and stick a finger in the bowl – Taehyung turns at the last second, catching your wrist in his hand.

“Nuh-uh,” he teases, making a tsk-ing sound. “Not until the cupcakes are finished baking.”

Huffing loudly, you withdraw your hand. “Rude,” you say, spinning around on your heel. “The only good part of Valentine’s Day is eating copious amounts of sugar and here you are, depriving me of that.”

Taehyung lets out a low whine when you disappear into the next room. Stopping before your dresser, you begin to remove your jewelry. Even from your bedroom, you can hear the pout in his voice when Taehyung responds.

“How is that the only good thing about Valentine’s Day? It’s an amazing holiday. You get to tell people how much you love them!”

Poking your head into the hall, you arch a brow. “I can tell you that any day.”

Taehyung’s cheeks flush faintly pink, matching the icing. You two only started saying that recently.

“Yeah, but,” he says, biting down on his lip. “Valentine’s Day is a whole day to celebrate how you feel about someone. It’s kind of nice, right?”

When he glances hopefully in your direction, you cannot help but soften.

Before you began dating Taehyung, you thought Valentine’s Day was horribly corny. It was just another Hallmark holiday, a cop-out for terrible boyfriends who couldn’t be bothered to tell their significant other they loved them any other day. That was before you met Taehyung, of course. Taehyung is not a terrible boyfriend and yet, he loves the horrible holiday.

Artists, you guess.

“Maybe it’s not so terrible,” you concede, coming out of your room. “But still, that doesn’t change the fact that Valentine’s Day is overall, the worst. It’s just a lame excuse for Hallmark to make money.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Hm. Well, alright, then. Maybe I should return your present?”

Interest piqued, you rest your chin on his shoulder. “What present?”

Shaking his head, Taehyung resumes stirring the frosting. “Nothing, really. You’re totally right – Valentine’s Day is corny and cheesy. Why put more money into the hand of big business?”

“So, it’s a physical gift?”

Turning his head, Taehyung silently meets your gaze. His long fingers still on the whisk, tongue briefly darting out to wet his lips. “Why?” he breathes, voice low. “Did you want something else?”

A shiver trails your spine. “N-no.” The crack in your voice betrays you.

He smirks.

Rolling your eyes, you turn away. “It’s just as well,” you sigh, walking into the living room. Flopping down on the couch, you stretch both arms overhead. “I spent way too much money on your gift. Now, I can return it.”

Taehyung pauses. Despite the fact that he started this game, he glances over his shoulder. “You got me a gift?”

Arching both brows, you nod.

“What’d you get me?”

“What did you get me?”

The over timer goes off, breaking the moment. Turning quickly, Taehyung slips on an oven mitt to remove the cupcakes. Once these are set on the counter, you see they are chocolate – your favorite. Turning around, Taehyung removes his mitt and folds both arms over his chest.

“Maybe I didn’t just get you one thing,” he says, leveling his gaze with yours. “Maybe I got you more.”

“Sounds like a lot of talk.”

Suppressing his grin, Taehyung leans against the counter. “Come on, baby,” he says lowly. “You know I’m not like that.”

Subtly, you press your thighs tightly together. He most certainly is not like that; Taehyung always puts his money where his mouth is. The thought of his mouth following through makes you swallow, hard.

Noticing this, his gaze darkens. “Guess,” he says suddenly.

“Guess what?’

“Guess what I got you.”

“Balloons for me to pop?” you suggest, tugging on one of their strings.

Taehyung’s lips twitch. “Wrong.”

“Confetti I’ll find sprinkled around my apartment for years to come?”

“Assuming you don’t move into my place first?”

The idea makes your breath catch, but you have little time to linger, since Taehyung pushes himself off the counter. You watch him walk closer, slowly and lazily. When he stands right before you, Taehyung lowers one arm to either side of your body. Nudging your ear with his nose, he brushes a kiss to your neck.

“Wrong again,” he whispers, lips hot on your skin. “Maybe I stopped by that Vietnamese place you love on my way home from work.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you tilt your head back. “You did?”

“Maybe.” His hand curls over your hip. “And maybe your bo kho is in the fridge.”

“Mmm. So much better than pho.”

“Blasphemous, but okay. And maybe I asked for… double beef.”

“Ugh.” You let out a salacious moan. “Love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“And maybe those cupcakes…” Taehyung pauses for effect. “Are double chocolate,” he finishes, breath ghosting your jawline.

Unable to hold it in any longer, you laugh and wriggle closer beneath him. Hands fisting in his apron, you guide him to stand between your legs.

“Or maybe,” he muses, hovering above your lips, “my gift to you is a little more physical.”

Breath quickening, you raise both hands to slide into his hair. Wrapping fingers around his messy strands, you glance up. “How convenient,” you whisper. “Since I left my gift for you in the bedroom.”

“Hm. Is your gift that red lace thing hidden at the back of your underwear drawer?”

Jaw dropping, you stare. “Tae!”

His face splits in a grin. “What?”

“You sneak!”

He snorts, bending to scoop you from the couch. “A sneak who’s about to eat your fucking pussy for hours, so you better love this sneak.”

Immediately, your entire body clenches. You fight back a groan, but then his arms are beneath your knees and your shoulders, lifting you higher.

“Tae!” you gasp, arms frantically finding his neck. As he stumbles towards the bedroom, your ass slips in his grasp, leaving you hanging. “At least let me put the red thing on first.”

Rather unceremoniously, he dumps you on top of the bed. Grabbing the strings of his apron, Taehyung begins to undo them. “You go and do that,” he says, jerking his chin. “When you come back, I’ll be waiting for you on the bed, naked and with a rose in my mouth.”

An incredibly un-ladylike snort leaves you as you roll out of bed. You cannot help it. Valentine’s Day is ridiculous and so is he, but somehow the combination seems to work.

With one final glance over your shoulder, you grab the red thing and head towards the bathroom.

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[jungnatic]

another year, another surprise

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: fluff! angst if u look really hard at it

warnings: nop 

request: yes! by @sweetie-yoongi7

authors note: haechan bby ily ye

You tried to convince yourself, you really did. Maybe he was just acting like he forgot your birthday to give you a big surprise later on. Surely, your boyfriend wouldn’t forget your own birthday..

Haechan ❤️ 

you: heyy, are you on your break yet?

haechan: ah yeah!! how’s your day going?

you: it’s fine so far haha, how about you?

haechan: im glad! a bit eventful because of the injury before and trying to juggle vocal and having to catch on choreography haha

you: take care of yourself dummy,,, and have you noticed anything about the date?

haechan: the date??

haechan: OH! yeah I need pick up the package I ordered today!

that: hurt. 

you: really?

haechan: yeah! thanks for reminding me!

you: what the fuck.

haechan: what happened baby?

you: it’s been a whole 23 hours of my birthday, and not even a singly happy birthday? granted, I dont like mega big things for my birthday, but a little message would be appreciated haechan.

haechan: shit...im so sorry...

you: save it lmao. goodnight.

With that, you turned your phone off and tossed it to the side. It was 11pm and you doubted he was going to “surprise” you now. You groaned in frustration, quickly plugging in your phone to charge and burying yourself under the covers. This is easily the most horrible birthday ever. Haechan was amazing yes. He was all you could ask for. But this is your first birthday since you both started dating. You tried to push all the thoughts out of your head before squeezing your eyes shut. You might as well just get some sleep.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Who the fuck is knocking at this ungodly hour?

You rubbed your eyes before checking the time on your phone.

3:04 

You flopped back down, the knocking wasn’t stopping. Maybe if you ignored it for a long time, it would go away. But judging on how the person was knocking right now it would seem they wouldn’t. You shuffled out of bed, slipping on your slippers. Might just be a serial killer?

You swung the door open to meet face to face with Mark.

Not a serial killer but close enough.

“Why are you at my door at 3am, Mark?” You questioned him, a yawn emitted your throat. He just gave a smile before grabbing your arm and pulling you out and used his foot to hook the bottom of the door and closing it.

“Operation cake is a go.” He shouted to...no one?

“Mark, what in the hell are you doing?” You turned to face him as he pulled you to a car.

“Sorry Y/N, can’t say anything. Just sleep if you want, might be a long ride.” He just replied, jumping into the passenger seat, someone driving off. You were too tired to question, and this was Mark Lee, what’s he gonna do to you? You can squish him like a frog. You closed your eyes and fell back asleep.

When you finally awoke to whispers and someone practically screaming: “It’s awake!” Ah, wasn’t that Ten’s voice? 

..

..

Why could you hear Ten’s voice?

You looked around: “Hello?”

“SURPRISE!” Was all you heard in booming voices. That definitely woke you up. 

Haechan engulfed you in a warm hug, despite you being in your pajamas. A cake was set on a table next to you. 

“I’m sorry I forgot, but technically in places like England and USA, it’s your birthday.” He laughed, pulling away from you and kissing your cheek. 

“PDA alert!” Chenle exclaimed, covering his eyes.

You laughed but nodded at the gesture. You were kind of overwhelmed of appreciated it at the same time.

“It’s going to take a tiny bit little more than this to make it up Mr.Lee..” You smirked, to which he furrowed his brows, a pink covering his face.

“J-Just blow out the candles!” He pushed the cake infront of your face and you thought of a wish and blew them out. You then took a spoon and dug it into the side of the cake, you then catapulted it in Haechan’s face.

“And that’s what I meant by a tiny bit more.” You chuckled.

Revenge was sweet.

- mus ❣

[littlespoonevan]

SCREW IT. 8!!! PLATONIC CUDDLES BUT THEY'RE ALSO IN LOVE OFC OR SMTH (do which ever one u want I know u might be busy 💞💞💞) ily

anon said:Honestly all of the prompts but to make it easier 9/25

anon said:9/12 evak for the cuddle prompt please? love your writing

9. Totally platonic + 12. Just waking up 

this is ridiculous but also based off a real thing that i heard ok!!!! it just screamed evak, i couldn’t help myself skdjfla i hope you like it!!

*

Isak would formally like toabsolve himself of all responsibility for this. It’s Magnus’ fault - like it’salways Magnus’ fault - and he cannot be blamed for the situation he’s in now.

Here’s Isak’s current dilemma in a nutshell: the rent for hisflat has gone up again, the heating is on the verge of being cut off again, and Isak is really fucking broke.

He can’t be blamed, he thinks, that he spends his Friday nightlamenting his fate after a few beers have loosened his tongue. Especially whenhe can – generally – count on his friends to be sympathetic.

“Just get a roommate, man,” is Mahdi’s helpful but somewhatredundant advice.

“I live in a one bedroom apartment,” Isak deadpans, sulking intohis bottle of beer.

“So share the room,” Jonas tells him, like it’s obvious.

“I can barely fit my own bed in there, let alone anyone else’s.”

“Fy faen!” Magnus exclaims, eyes wide as he snaps his fingers.“I’ve got it!” He pauses for dramatic effect, making sure to meet each of theirgazes before declaring, “Share your bed!”

Isak attempts to splutter out a scathing retort to that butMagnus barrels on before he can even manage to get a word out.

“Advertise your place as a bedshare! And make sure you sayyou’re looking for a nice person to ward off the creeps.”

“Magnus, that’s-“

“Actually pretty smart,” Mahdi cuts in, sounding mildlyimpressed.

“No, it’s-“

“I’m gonna draft an ad for you,” Magnus decides, whipping outhis phone.

And that is how Isakwakes up in the morning with a killer headache and a message from some guycalled Even asking about a bed to rent.

Fuck Isak’s life, honestly.

He’s fully intending on texting this Even person and telling himthat he does not have a room – or abed, what the fuck? – available but then he reads the message properly.

Drunk Isak – or more likely Drunk Magnus – told Even to comeover at 11:00. Isak checks the time.

Its 10:55

Shit.

Isak stumbles out of bed,reaching for the first pair of probably-need-to-be-washed sweatpants he sees anddragging them on before upturning his chair of clothes in search of a hoodie.

He’s just in the middle of frantically trying to pick theclothes up again off the floor when there’s a knock at the door.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Okay,the good thing is that this Even guy will spot in about five seconds flat thatIsak is far too much of a human disaster to be living with and will probablyback out as soon as he gets a chance. This is fine, he tells himself. He can bemature, tell the guy it was just a prank and that he really, really does nothave the space.

He nodsto himself, determined, and then promptly swings the front door open.

And,oh wow.

It’spossible Isak is still a little drunk from the night before but holy fuckingshit this guy is beautiful. He didn’tknow people like this existed in real life?! He’s staring – gaping, really –and he doesn’t even realise he is until the guy raises his eyebrows and uttersa slightly confused, “Are you Isak?”

Isakstarts, straightening his stance and trying to make it look like he wasn’tclose to drooling just five seconds ago. “Yes! Hi! Sorry! I’m- I- uh I’m reallyhungover,” he admits sheepishly.

Evensmiles and it’s, quite frankly, the most stunning thing Isak’s ever seen.

“Maybewe could do this interview over breakfast then?” Even offers, and honestly,with a face like that, how can Isak refuse?

*

Tenminutes later Isak finds himself sitting at the breakfast bar in his kitchen,watching a beautiful stranger make him eggs.

AndEven is so nice. He talks so easilyand asks Isak questions about his life that Isak answers because he’s toodumbstruck to do anything else.

“Sodo you want to ask me anything?” Even says, poking at the eggs with a spatula. “Myonly references I can offer you are my parents – who say I’m a stunningroommate, by the way – or my ex-girlfriend, who, yeah she probably doesn’tagree.”

Evenlaughs and Isak feels like the worst person in the world. Because he’s actuallyconsidering this. He’s actually considering going along with this ridiculousbedshare idea because fuck, he kind of wants Even to stick around a littlelonger. (And maybe for bedsharing to turn into kissing; he’s only human, okay?)

Inthe end his stupid moral integrity wins out though.

“Listen,Even,” he starts, already feeling supremely uncomfortable when he forceshimself to stop being a baby and meet Even’s gaze. “You seem really nice andlike you’d make a great roommate but- I’m not actually looking for one.”

Evenpauses, a slight frown appearing between his eyebrows that Isak wants to kissaway.

“Butthe ad said-“

Isakwinces. “I was drunk and complaining to my friends about not being able toafford my rent and one of them decided it would be a genius idea to advertisemy flat as a bedshare.”

Evenis quiet for a minute, pushing the eggs around in the pan while he seems to bethinking over what to say. “You can’t afford your rent?”

“Yeah,”Isak replies slowly, unsure of where this is going. “My lease is almost up andthe landlord is hiking up the price again so I’ll probably have to get a secondjob or something. I’m sorry you came all the way out here for nothing.”

Evenhuffs a little bit, taking the pan off the heat and moving to the other side ofthe breakfast bar. “Look, Isak. I know we literally just met fifteen minutesago but from what you’ve already told me, you sound pretty busy with uni and yourjob without adding another job on top of all that.

“Iguess I am?” Isak admits.

“AndI need a place to stay and- well, my company hasn’t been that bad so far, hasit?”

Even’sgot this hopeful little look on his face and Isak can literally feel it melting his heart.

“Ionly have one bed though,” he protests weakly. He’s pretty sure Even could askto share his fucking shower and he’d say yes.

(Scratchthat. He’d definitely say yes.)

Evengrins, offering him a careless shrug of his shoulders. “That’s fine. I like tocuddle.”

*

Aftertalking over breakfast, he and Even agree to a trial run. A week long periodwhere they’ll see if they can manage living on top of each other without itbeing too disastrous. And, as much as he likes Even, he doesn’t really liketheir odds.

Isakis a slob and the apartment is tiny and his bed sheets probably need to bechanged and oh yeah, he has fucking insomnia six nights out of seven.

He’llbe lucky to come out of this with Even as an acquaintance, not to mind anythingelse.

Onthe first night they both decide to go to bed at the same time and Isak can’tdecide if that makes it weirder or not. He gets the most bizarre sense of deja-vufor a version of himself that doesn’t exist, like he’s one half of a marriedcouple going to bed together which is just- not a thought he should be having.

Evencalls out a soft, “Goodnight,” as soon as they’re settled and Isak echoes him.

Andthen they’re just…lying in Isak’s bed, side by side, in the dark, wide awake.

Great.

*

Isakgenuinely believed Even was kidding when he said he liked to cuddle. He thoughtit was just a joke to make the fact that they have to share a bed a little lessawkward. That doesn’t really explain why Isak wakes up from dozing to find Evensprawled across his chest.

Hefreezes as soon as he’s fully awake, breath stuck in his lungs as he waits. Forwhat, he doesn’t know. After a few seconds the heavy weight of Even on top ofhim and the steady rise and fall of his breathing tells him Even must besleeping and it allows Isak to relax somewhat.

Okay,this is fine. Even just reached for him in his sleep. That’s totally normal.Even must be used to cuddling. Isak can nudge him back over to his own side ofhis bed and go back to sleep himself.

Except.

ExceptEven is warm. And he feels nice andhe sounds so peaceful. Isak doesn’t want to disturb that.

Aftera moment’s deliberation, he carefully lets an arm drape across Even’sshoulders, settles back into the pillow a little bit more and closes his eyes.

*

Isakis distinctly aware of another body in his bed when he wakes up in the morning.(It’s not hard to miss when said body is lying on top of his chest.) It doesn’ttake him all that long to remember it’s Even’s. Slowly, he lets his eyesflutter open, giving himself one last moment to bask in this before he looksdown and gets ready to face the impending awkward moment.

Evenis awake, head still on Isak’s chest and watching him with an expression that’shalf sheepish-half unapologetic.

“Soapparently, you’re more comfortable than your pillows,” Even croaks and god, his morning voice should not makeIsak weak at the knees.

“I’vebeen told I make a really great pillow actually,” Isak says. Which isn’tstrictly a lie but Eskild also took it back five minutes later when Isak wouldn’tstop moving.

Evensmiles, sleepy and soft, and jesus christ, he can stay here as long as he wantsif Isak gets to wake up to that everymorning.

“Sorryfor like, completely obliterating any boundaries there were between us,” Evensays, though he still makes no move to get off Isak’s chest.

Isakshrugs, feeling a lot braver with Even curling into him the way he is. “We haveto share a bed. There wouldn’t be much point to this if we didn’t get tobenefit from cuddling every once in a while. This way I don’t even need to payfor the heating.”

Evensnorts but it morphs into something like a giggle halfway through and it’s too much. “Even with the extra body heat,I think we might freeze to death without that.” In spite of his words, Evencuddles the tiniest bit closer.

Isakhums in acknowledgement, idly wondering if it’s normal that he already feelscomfortable being this close to Even.

“Sodoes this mean I get to be your roommate?” Even asks, glancing up at Isak witha light in his eyes that feels far too meaningful for how long they’ve knowneach other.

“Ithink you’ve proven yourself to be a pretty impressive candidate,” Isakmurmurs, a wry grin spreading across his face.

Evenraises an eyebrow but his lips are twitching like he wants to smile. “If I cookyou breakfast again, will that seal the deal?”

Isakbites his lip, nodding once, and Even’s responding grin is blinding before hesqueezes Isak in a hug.

Isakmakes a mental note in that moment to send Magnus a thank you note later.

*

[eorumverba]

Nine Days

(x)

happy birthday @sluthyun ily lots 

Jonghyun can’t help hiding his face with his hands, flustered both at Taemin’s would-be interrogation and at Jinki’s message. He doesn’t have to look up to know that Taemin will have that infuriating half-smirk on his lips, so he swallows his flustered grin and says, “Someone liked Blue Night, and they messaged me about it. Their name is Jinki, and they’re really sweet and nice and funny.”

Day One

Jonghyun is lazing in bed instead of studying; his screen is split into two so he can see Taemin on skype and his tumblr dashboard at the same time. His phone blinks and maybe it’s redundant to have tumblr open on mobile and on his laptop, but…

dlstmxkakwldrl: i rly like the way you talk about ur loved ones !! the way u talk about taemin esp is soft and cute and so ;;;;;;;;

“What happened, Jonghyunnie?” Jonghyun doesn’t even have to look up at him to know that Taemin’s got that smile on his lips, the one that is fond, amused and exasperated all at once.

Jonghyun looks up and over at him, smiling as brightly and innocently as he can. “Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“You’re really going to try that? With me? I know you’re not doing your homework, and I know you have a lot. You’ve been putting it off for at least a week, Jonghyunnie.”

“I am doing my-”

dlstmxkakwldrl: though im sure he’s not as cute as u

Jonghyun can’t help hiding his face with his hands, flustered both at Taemin’s would-be interrogation and at Jinki’s message. He doesn’t have to look up to know that Taemin will have that infuriating half-smirk on his lips, so he swallows his flustered grin and says, “Someone liked Blue Night, and they messaged me about it. Their name is Jinki, and they’re really sweet and nice and funny.”

jonghyun.948: i kjhjkhgj thank u sm ;;;; hes my best friend so i love him a lot;;; im hjkhjh glad u like it

jonghyun.948: we’re talking now actually hjjgjh

“Blue Night…I’m proud of you for that, you know? It’s grown so much since we met.”

“Ah…” Flustered, Jonghyun shakes his head. “Thank you.”

“What did your crush say?”

Jonghyun ignores Taemin’s teasing and mumbles, “Shut up.” Louder, “They said they listen to Blue Night every Friday, and that they like my songs more than the ones I play by other people, and they think I have a nice voice and that they like when I talk about you.”

“And...I’m guessing you already have a crush on them.”

Taemin looks at something else behind his computer and then laughs, and then Jongin is taking up half the screen, grinning wickedly. “You’ve got a crush?”

dlstmxkakwldrl: tell him hi

jonghyun.948: no hes being rlly mean;;; hes teasing me

dlstmxkakwldrl: why?

jonghyun.948: ;;;;;

jonghyun.948: not telling

“I don’t have a crush.”

Taemin’s and Jongin’s matching grins of exasperation and fondness are horribly  pixelated but Jonghyun can practically see how smug they are right now. Even though he does not have a crush.

“You’re so predictable, Jjong. It’s honestly adorable. So, what’s the story?”

“Their name is Jinki and they’re really cute and sweet and nice and funny and-”

“They listen to Blue Night and they complimented our Jonghyunnie. That’s literally it.”

dlstmxkakwldrl: why not?

jonghyun.948: flustering

dlstmxkakwldrl: tell me anyway

jonghyun.948: ;;; taem knows me best and i !! didnt even do anything to give it away but;; he nd his roomate are teasing me that i have a crush on u

dlstmxkakwldrl: djfslkdjflsdkf oh my god that is so cute

jonghyun.948: taem was like “what did ur crush say?” and jongin came over like “u have a crush” nd i khjhgjhg

dlstmxkakwldrl: SDFKLSFD THAT IS SO ADORABLE

jonghyun.948: kgjgjfjd st o p omg

dlstmxkakwldrl: ahh no oh my god ur so cute im !!!!!!

Jonghyun is pretty sure he actually makes a noise at that, and he rolls over to bury his face in the sheets to muffle his giggles. When he peeps back over at Taemin and Jongin, they look seconds away from laughing, and he mumbles, “They called me cute.”

“How many times has he giggled so far?”

“How many times do you think Kibum threatened to lock him out of the room?”

“Twice!” comes from Kibum and Jonghyun turns his laptop so his roommate, who is hard at work, can wave. Then comes the ping of a new message and Jonghyun quickly brings his laptop back into his lap and giggles again as he begins to type.

dlstmxkakwldrl: sdfjslkdjfsdf im amused at the fact that they could Guess that fast sdfkdsf

jonghyun.948: apparently im rlly obvious kffjhd theyre teasing me now tt

jonghyun.948: this is Your fault tho I'm blaming u

dlstmxkakwldrl: i’ll Gladly take the blame

“So what’s happened now?”

“I told them that you two were teasing me about my crush-” Jonghyun pauses, “about how you think I have a crush on them. And then they called me cute and-”

Kibum gags and Jongin bursts out laughing, says, “That’s sickening.”

jonghyun.948: do it quickly nd face ur Punishment

dlstmxkakwldrl: ckafldlskdf can i just say again that ur rly adorable bc skfdjdf u Are

jonghyun.948: jphjjhjg I literally??? Just got over being flustered stop omg

dlstmxkakwldrl: AHHHH

dlstmxkakwldrl: my mission is a Success then

jonghyun.948: bhkhigi ihu omg

“Jjong, you’ve been smiling and giggling for the past few minutes.”

“That gross fond smile too,” Taemin adds. ”The one you only have when you’re talking to a cute tall boy.”

“I am not!” When Jonghyun checks his reflection in the tiny box on the skype screen, he sees that he in fact is. He almost wants to turn his camera off, but that’ll just give Taemin and Jongin more satisfaction at being right.

“Anyway,” he starts, “I’m going to go to bed, it’s late.”

Kibum snorts, and Jonghyun twists around to stick his tongue out at them. “Goodnight, you two devils.”

Neither Taemin nor Jongin flinch at the nickname, just wave and hang up. Jonghyun is quick to close his laptop and turn out the light on his side of the room before settling into bed. “Night night, Kibummie.”

“Have fun with your crush, Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun decides to ignore them, and he fumbles for his stuffed puppy to kiss her good night as well before opening the tumblr app.

dlstmxkakwldrl: But Do U Really

jonghyun.948: i ljhhjgj am not gonna answer that

jonghyun.948: i will say that im mad at you tho

jonghyun.948: super super mad

dlstmxkakwldrl: lkdfsdfjklsdf the absolute Angriest i can imagine

dlstmxkakwldrl: i keep saying i Know but listen ur so cute i just keeping being all !!

Jonghyun rolls over and wiggles in place, ignoring Kibum’s snickers before holding Roo up to his face and peeping out at his phone over her head. Jinki is so so so flustering and even though it’s nearing 1:30 in the morning, all he wants to do is keep talking to them.

jonghyun.948: lis te n i am Frowning at u

jonghyun.948: or i would be if I....could stop Smiling but that's aside the point

dlstmxkakwldrl: i hop e  u know that i feel like ur pouting rn and it only makes this cuter sdjfsdf

jonghyun.948: i gjjgfjfh would but i can't stop smiling kgjgf

jonghyun.948: roo is covering the messages so I don't get even More flustered tho

jonghyun.948: roo jllhgj is my stuffed puppy

dlstmxkakwldrl: ahhhhHHH u have a little stuffed puppy !!!!

jonghyun.948: ;;;;; shh

jonghyun.948: you’re mean

dlstmxkakwldrl: and ur the Most adorable person this is very important to say

jonghyun.948: !! False false false

dlstmxkakwldrl: !! no its true true true !!

jonghyun.948: pouting at you

jonghyun.948: super mad

dlstmxkakwldrl: OHHHH MY GOD

dlstmxkakwldrl: ok u were right u aren't cute u are Absolutely Precious

jonghyun.948: jlhkggk shh omg

jonghyun.948: my face hurts from smiling tt

dlstmxkakwldrl: ifkskaka im happy u are smiling

jonghyun.948: hokhgjvn gn

dlstmxkakwldrl: ive said this a million times but ur so cute okay

jonghyun.948: just Wait until u see my face yike

dlstmxkakwldrl: i bet ur the absolute cutest

jonghyun.948: no;;; I look twelve tt

jonghyun.948: everything about me is small tt

dlstmxkakwldrl: shush i bet u like the most Adorable

dlstmxkakwldrl: ur personality is honestly just like rly precious

jonghyun.948: ;;; do u have snap? ill prove u wrong when its light out

dlstmxkakwldrl: yeah @skehehdanfdldi

Jonghyun is almost surprised at the keysmash, but it’s...almost endearing, and he’s quick to add Jinki on snap. Then he remembers the picture of him and Roo (his real dog, back home) and sends that through chat. Somehow, it’s nearly 3am, and maybe he’s tired, but Jinki’s here. Jonghyun finds that he always wants them to be here.

jonghyun.948: look!

jonghyun.948: thats roo!

jonghyun.948: my real roo, not my plushie roo

dlstmxkakwldrl: UR CUTE OKAY

jonghyun.948: nnnnnnno

dlstmxkakwldrl: YES !!!

dlstmxkakwldrl: ur so cute ffhhdfd u should rly rest now though

dlstmxkakwldrl: it's rly late there i shouldn't have kept you up so much

jonghyun.948: i;;;; only have a final at 5:30 tmm night I can sleep in

jonghyun.948: nd ;;; I don't mind it was nice

dlstmxkakwldrl: okay im glad you don't have a morning class or anything dgjkdd

dlstmxkakwldrl: but it Was nice !!

jonghyun.948: ;;;;; ssh

jonghyun.948: sleep soon too if its late

jonghyun.948: i ;;;; ye gn im sleepy

jonghyun.948: nighty night

dlstmxkakwldrl: night!! rest well ;;

Day Two

Thursday is largely uneventful; Jonghyun only has his one calc final that evening, and after, Taemin convinces him to go get takeout to celebrate, even though Jonghyun is largely sure that he’s failed. Taemin is getting takeout now as well and Kibum is out - likely at the library - so Jonghyun has the room to himself, but he waits for Taemin to get home and on skype to start eating.

“So,” is the first thing he says, “how’s your crush?”

Jonghyun would roll over and away if he didn’t have food in his lap; as it were, he pouts at Taemin and shakes his head. “We didn’t talk today.”

But Taemin is still grinning, smug and expectant, so Jonghyun continues. “We talked a lot last night and it was really fun and they’re so-”

“Jonghyunnie, I don’t need a rundown of how cute and funny and sweet and nice they are.” Taemin’s teasing again, and Jonghyun’s pout deepens.

“Mad at you then.”

“Mmhm, I’ll go then. Bye-”

“No! Stay.” Jonghyun’s phone lights up as he speaks and he wiggles excitedly in his seat, because when he unlocks his phone, it’s a message from Jinki. It’s nothing special, just a short greeting, but it still makes his heart flutter and a grin spread over his lips.

“I’m guessing you’re talking to Jinki, huh? What did he say?”

dlstmxkakwldrl: helo............

“Just hi.”

jonghyun.948: ;;; i missed you

jonghyun.948: khkhvj im skyping tae nd he just oh you're talking to jinki aren't u nd I khgigu

dlstmxkakwldrl: THATS SO CUTE

dlstmxkakwldrl: the way u get flustered is Adorable and also tell taem i say hi

“Jinki says hi,” Jonghyun reports, and he doesn’t know why he’s giggling, but he is. Taemin kind of just hums like he doesn’t quite believe him, but when Jonghyun looks at him, he’s grinning.

“You’re cute when you have a crush, Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun wants to say that he doesn’t have a crush, but at this point, he probably definitely does.

jonghyun.948: vkhkjvvu shut omg nd Also he says hi

dlstmxkakwldrl: i will Never shush

jonghyun.948: im......frowning at u??? The meanest

dlstmxkakwldrl: my mental picture right now is

dlstmxkakwldrl: that tiny fight emoticon

dlstmxkakwldrl: (ง'̀-'́)ง you

“Jonghyun, you’re giggling.” Taemin sounds exasperated, but in that fond way that means that he doesn’t really care.

“I’m - it’s Jinki.”

Taemin snorts, shakes his head. “I almost feel bad for Kibum.”

“Kibummie’s at a final, hush.”

jonghyun.948: i vkjg well tiny is right rip im;;;; 5'7

dlstmxkakwldrl: T I N Y

dlstmxkakwldrl: THE TINIEST

dlstmxkakwldrl: i am Spiritually squishing ur cheeks

“They said they’re squishing my cheeks!”

“How come you don’t get all flustered when I say stuff like that?”

Pause. “I…”

Taemin seems to realize, because he bites his lip and shakes his head, mumbles, “Never mind.”

“I think I should go. It’s...late anyway.”

It’s barely 12:30, and they’ve stayed up much longer, and Taemin seems to know this, because he just nods and says a quiet, “Good night,” before hanging up. Laptop put away, Jonghyun settles in bed before turning on his phone to answer Jinki.

jonghyun.948: i;;; have a question

jonghyun.948: bc like. Just? u know i like you nd just khjfjf what are boundaries i guess

It’s a long few minutes before Jinki answers, and Jonghyun almost falls asleep before they do, but at the buzz of his phone, he quickly wakes up again. He’s suddenly nervous, remembering what he’s about to ask, and he bites his lip before unlocking his phone.

dlstmxkakwldrl: Elaborate on what u mean by boundaries

jonghyun.948: just;; you keep calling me cute and i need to know?? If it’s platonic? bc i know its only been day but i get crushes really easily and i dont want to misread anything

Kibum comes back in bearing a smoothie that they give to Jonghyun. They pet his hair as Jonghyun takes his first sip (he can taste mango and strawberry, so it’s perfect), then scratch gently at his scalp until Jonghyun hums out his praise. “Did well on my final, I think,” they say, before dumping their stuff on their bed and flopping down as well. “Where’s Tae?”

“We...talked. And then we hung up. Um. Thank you for the smoothie, Kibummie?”

“How’s your Jinki then?”

“Oh! I forgot I was talking to them...having an important conversation with them.”

Kibum waves a lazy, sleepy hand and curls into a loose ball, likely already more than half asleep. Jonghyun grabs Roo and kisses her head before unlocking his phone again, which is already blinking a message from Jinki.

dlstmxkakwldrl: oh djsnsj right that but Anyway yeah i am definitely being flirty rn bc i definitely feel a little bit of a crush so !! no worries that is reciprocated

jonghyun.948: ;;; flustering

jonghyun.948: i feel like i should say more but;; flustered

dlstmxkakwldrl: u should say more………

Jonghyun’s heart is racing and he reaches over to turn out the lights and get comfortable in bed before answering, typing slowly and burying his face into Roo’s softness to keep his embarrassment in.

jonghyun.948: im;; definitely more than a little crush;; bc every time i got a notif id be disappointed if it wasnt;; and i was counting down the hours until u got back;; i just really like talking to u nd i kept;; thinking of how u called me cute and it made me rlly happy;;; taem nd his roommate kept teasing me and its just rlly obvious how happy u make me nd i hjkhgj im comfy with u nd i like u a Lot thats all;;

dlstmxkakwldrl: ahh oh my god im ;;;;;; im happy ur comfy w me bc i also felt very immediately comfortable talking with u!! it's rly easy to talk with u so im just all !! i rly enjoy talking to you

The next time Jonghyun unlocks his phone, it’s nearly 4am, and he pouts to himself, taking a sip of his long-since melted smoothie and squinting at the brightness of his phone. He’s not sure if Jinki will still be awake, but now that he’s woken up, he may as well message them. He certainly hopes they’ll be awake anyway, wants to talk to them until they fall asleep again.

jonghyun.948: i;; fell asleep ;-;

dlstmxkakwldrl: khjjhg u should go back to sleep

jonghyun.948: ;;;; but you're only here when it's late

dlstmxkakwldrl: ill talk to u earlier than Late tomorrow i promise dhgxgh

jonghyun.948: ;; still dont wann go

dlstmxkakwldrl: gcchjfdd cute i don't want u to go either But its late and u have to

jonghyun.948: ;;; then you Have to be here earlier tmm

dlstmxkakwldrl: i will be here earlier bc i Promised

jonghyun.948: ;; night night then

dlstmxkakwldrl: rest well

After turning off his phone, Jonghyun kisses Roo one more time before wiggling into a more comfortable position and curling into Roo so his face is pressed into the back of her head like they’re spooning. Even though his mind is racing with thoughts of Jinki and him and them, he falls asleep almost immediately.

The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is of Jinki, here, spooning him to sleep.

Day Three

Jonghyun doesn’t wake until nearly noon; Kibum is out and as soon as Taemin answers his message, they skype; Jonghyun can hear faint snoring and giggles because the deepness of Jongin’s sleep and the strength of his snores never gets old for some reason.

“Hey, Jonghyunnie.” Taemin looks adorably sleep-rumpled even though he’s been up for hours, and Jonghyun’s heart stutters in his chest for not the first time, but all he does is smile and wave to Taemin, pushing down the flutter of feeling in his heart.

“Hi hi!”

“You sure slept late.”

“Talked to Jinki until like...4am. They-” Jonghyun lifts Roo to cover his blooming smile, and when he speaks again, he does it through poorly stifled giggles. “We talked about a lot.”

“Like?”

“Not telling!”

“Why not?”

“Cuz you’re Taemin.” Pause. “I want you to meet Jinki.”

“That’s practically a given, silly.”

“And!” Jonghyun wiggles in place and kisses Roo before continuing, “guess! Guess what!”

“Hm?”

“I asked them something earlier and they said they like someone!”

“And...I’m guessing it’s you?”

“Not talking to you. I’m mad at you.”

“For being right?” Taemin lifts a hand to push his smile down and Jonghyun sticks his tongue out at him before shaking his head.

“For being mean! Roo’s mad at you too.”

“Oh no,” Taemin’s voice is dripping with insincerity and Jonghyun does not like him anymore, “how unfortunate. Wonder how I’ll ever be able to recover from this.”

“Talk to Jinki!”

“I’ll be nice to your boyfriend, Jonghyunnie.”

Boyfriend. Taemin’s grinning like he knows how flustered he’s making Jonghyun, and all Jonghyun can do is bury his face in the blankets and mumble that Jinki is not his boyfriend. As much as he may want them to be.

“Do you think they like me?”

“How could they not? You’re perfect, Jonghyunnie. Cute and funny and precious and-” Taemin cuts himself off, shakes his head. “If they don’t now, they will. And if they don’t then, they’re blind.”

Jonghyun sucks in a useless breath and bites his lip, trying to bite down his pleased, flustered grin. “Thank you, Taeminnie.”

“...Of course, Jonghyunnie.”

“I really really like them, Tae. I…” Jonghyun looks down at his phone and decides to send part of their conversation from yesterday, of his admission and Jinki’s addition. Remembering what Jinki had said makes him giggle and hide his face with his hands, and when he looks at Taemin through his fingers, he’s reading the texts Jonghyun had sent.

“That’s cute, Jonghyunnie.”

“Do you think they like me? I want them to…”

“Didn’t you say before that they said they have a crush on you?”

“They only said a little crush, cuz of how flustered I get. Want them to like me.”

“They will, Jonghyunnie. It’s only been two days, not everyone gets crushes as fast as you.”

Jonghyun opens his mouth to argue, then closes it because yeah, Taemin’s right. Again. “Just...they’re so cute and I like them so much.”

Taemin reaches out and touches his computer screen in that absent way he sometimes does when he’s meaning to run his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, comfort him quietly. “Don’t worry so much, Jonghyunnie. It’ll all work itself out. Besides, I talked to them and...they’re sweet. I like them.”

“I’m happy!”

“Good, that’s all that matters.”

Jonghyun decides to check tumblr, first skimming through all of the messages in his inbox and then hiding his face when he sees the message that had been left for him, only about an hour after he’d fallen asleep.

dlstmxkakwldrl: my Last Thing of The Night is to remind u that ur the cutest

“What did Jinki say?”

“Just that I’m cute. The cutest.”

jonghyun.948: ;;; thank u

“It’s true, silly.”

“Just…they’re flustering.”

“I know, love. It’s very cute.”

Jonghyun lets Roo rest on his face so Taemin won’t see his pout, and when Taemin laughs, Jonghyun mumbles, “Can we watch a movie?”

“Don’t have time. I have a final at 2, Jonghyunnie. Maybe after.”

“Mad at you then.”

“Mm, poor baby. Did you eat yet?”

“Not yet, will while you have your test.”

“Good boy.”

“Think I’m gonna nap too.” Jonghyun isn’t sure why he says it like it’s a question, but Taemin nods like he understands, like he always does.

“I’m gonna study, okay Jonghyunnie?”

“Leaving?”

“No, just gonna be quiet. And Jongin wants me to tell you hi.”

“Hi hi, Jonginnie!”

A few beats, and then Jongin pops up on the screen, upside down. He says something that Jonghyun can’t hear, then disappears, and Taemin relays, “He’s going out to eat breakfast and then he’s off to the library, and he said he hopes you can talk to Jinki soon again.”

“Ah! Thank you!”

“Cute,” Taemin says, but it’s mostly to himself. That is the last that is said for a while, and despite his efforts to stay awake, Jonghyun falls asleep to the quiet sounds filtered through his earbuds: the pages of Taemin’s textbooks rustling, his voice as he mumbles foreign terms to himself, his quiet and absent hums.

When he wakes again, Taemin is long gone and Kibum is back, and they’re curled up on their bed, reading a book. “Kibummie,” Jonghyun mumbles, half asleep and falling fast. “Cuddle?”

Kibum takes one look at him and then they’re on their way, curling tight around him and holding him close, so that Jonghyun falls asleep to Kibum’s soft hands draped over his own and Kibum’s body warm against his.

Jonghyun jolts awake sometime around 11pm and Kibum is still asleep, but Jonghyun’s phone is blinking and he bites back giggles as he unlocks his phone, already anticipating what Jinki will have said.

dlstmxkakwldrl: i said,,id be on earlier today and then i still ended up being here late im sdkfksdfk

jonghyun.948: jkhhjghj its ok i missed u a lot but i was Super Patient

jonghyun.948: if u ask anyone else i wasnt at All but :') u dont have to ask anyone else

dlstmxkakwldrl: kljflsdf well i dont have to ask anyone else bc u told me Urself

jonghyun.948: ;;; anyw taem said he migth message u So if u get a message from chaitae thats him

dlstmxkakwldrl: we talked last night actually but i have to answer him rip

dlstmxkakwldrl: im normally Super bad at answering ppl

jonghyun.948: ;; u werent bad at answering me

dlstmxkakwldrl: sdfkjsldf welll  ,

jonghyun.948: well What

dlstmxkakwldrl: well ur v easy to talk to So sdfkjsdf

dlstmxkakwldrl: i was skyping w a friend the past few days and he was like sdfkjsjkdf jinki u dont normally answer messages this often bc i kept being all Wait i need 2 answer someone

As Jonghyun types, he bites back giggles and grabs Roo from her place next to his pillow, kissing her gently and waiting until the butterflies in his stomach stop fluttering so much to answer.

jonghyun.948: that’s;;; rlly cute

jonghyun.948: I kghbd thought i dreamt that u said u have a tiny crush too nd dkhghd earlier i went back to Check nd;;;;;;

dlstmxkakwldrl: THATS SO CUTE

dlstmxkakwldrl: but no it was very much Not  a Dream i can assure u sksdf

jonghyun.948: s h u t im hkjhgj still flustered otl

dlstmxkakwldrl: CUTIE

dlstmxkakwldrl: youre always flustered it is Endearing

jonghyun.948: ;; im usually not ;; youre just a flustering person

dlstmxkakwldrl: am i how so

jonghyun.948: do i Rlly have to Say It dfhhd

dlstmxkakwldrl: oh u absolutely do

jonghyun.948: Gkjfjdj

dlstmxkakwldrl: hold up ive got to look up Gkjfjdj in the dictionary

jonghyun.948: >:\ I was Gonna say it but now im Not

dlstmxkakwldrl: skdfljklsdfjsdf Were you rlly Were You

jonghyun.948: I Was i was typing nd everything

dlstmxkakwldrl: i hope u can Feel my disbelief waves

jonghyun.948: !!! Now ur rlly not getting it

dlstmxkakwldrl: hmm i think i will Just U Wait im rly good at getting answers

jonghyun.948: Nope my mouth is Sealed

dlstmxkakwldrl: is it Rly this time

jonghyun.948: mmhm if you wanna know you're gonna have to Make me tell

dlstmxkakwldrl: i Always have to make u instead of u just telling me

jonghyun.948: you like it though

dlstmxkakwldrl: well Maybe i do

Jonghyun bites his lip, shifting in place and trying not to make any noise. Because the last time something like this had happened, well.

jonghyun.948: youre certainly indulging me enough to say so

dlstmxkakwldrl: and u still need to tell me whatever it was u didnt tell me earlier

jonghyun.948: fine ill tell

dlstmxkakwldrl: good Finally

jonghyun.948: anyw you're flustering bc i rlly like you a lot gkjddh nd i want you to like me too tt nd i??? Rlly dont get this flustered over crushes Ever? nd Ye basically im too small to contain all the feelings i have

dlstmxkakwldrl: sdklfsdfklsdf thats so cute ;;;; ur too tiny but ur emotions are very Big

jonghyun.948: ;;;; your fault

dlstmxkakwldrl: im so sdfsdklf how flustered u get is great

dlstmxkakwldrl: ill take the blame

jonghyun.948: also ! when did u realize u had a crush i ;; wanna know

dlstmxkakwldrl: idek just when u kept getting all flustered when i called u cute

dlstmxkakwldrl: i think its legitimately sweet how flustered u get

jonghyun.948: ;;; anyw

dlstmxkakwldrl: yes ,

jonghyun.948: i hkjg might fall asleep soon otl i slept all day but still;;; still tired

jonghyun.948: so if u have any Last Words while im awake

dlstmxkakwldrl: my last words Are

jonghyun.948: if its saying im cute istg

dlstmxkakwldrl: well i think u Want to me say that

jonghyun.948: i jlkhk false

dlstmxkakwldrl: but i guess if u truly Dont i wont call u cute then

jonghyun.948: im frowning at u ur mean

dlstmxkakwldrl: well im just doing what u want Arent I

Day Four

When Jonghyun wakes up, he debates answering Jinki’s message, but decides against it. There’s...something he needs to talk to Jinki about, but he’s too nervous, and just...he’s not good at things like this.

And Kibum must see his inner turmoil, because they suddenly announce that they’re going to take him out to celebrate the end of finals, to the movies and to lunch. When Jonghyun protests and reminds Kibum that they still have two more tests, Kibum just rolls their eyes and says, “They’re online though, and honestly, I don’t really care about those. I already have an A in both of those classes anyway.”

The movie theater they go to is small, nearly empty, and it’s one of those eat-in theaters, so they share a giant peach smoothie while they watch the movie. Jonghyun’s mind is half on the movie, half on Jinki: he wants Jinki here, on his other side, wants them to hold his hand the way Kibum is now, wants to curl up in Jinki’s lap and watch the movie from there.

“Kibummie,” Jonghyun whispers, leaning into them and wiggling happily when Kibum squeezes his hand, thumb running gently over his knuckles. “Kibummie, I wish Jinki were here.”

“One day, Jonghyunnie. You and me and Tae and Jongin and Jinki.”

“I want that.”

Kibum laughs a little under their breath and nods, bringing Jonghyun’s hand up to their mouth to kiss it. “One day, Jonghyunnie.”

They get burgers after the movie and Kibum pays for it all: two bacon cheeseburgers, a giant soda and a giant thing of fries that they share. Jonghyun’s just...watching Kibum eat when he suddenly remembers how Jongin and Taemin had jokingly started calling Kibum his caregiver. Neither he nor Kibum really mind the recurring joke, mostly because of how close they are with each other. But Kibum is just someone that Jonghyun is comfortable with, and Kibum enjoys spoiling and babying him - that’s the extent of their relationship, really.

(Although, Jonghyun had jokingly called Kibum daddy once, and all Kibum had done was look over with this amused look on their face before saying, “yes, baby?”)

“Was it Jonginnie or Taeminnie that said you’re my caregiver?” Jonghyun almost drops a joking ‘daddy’ in there, but decides against it because while Kibum would never make fun of him for it, they both know how Jonghyun feels about that kink.

“I think it was Jongin, but they’re both...you know.” Kibum holds out a fry for Jonghyun to take and Jonghyun obediently leans across the table to eat it, wiggling in place at Kibum’s quiet, “good boy.”

“I like them a lot, they’re fun.”

“I’m glad you do, Jonghyunnie. I like them too.”

“Good. Kibummie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you...want you to look at this. Cuz I feel like Jinki likes me but I don’t know and I want them to like me but-”

“Slow down, Jonghyunnie. Didn’t you say that they told you they have a crush on you?”

“But...they only said a bit of a crush. And that only because of how flustered I get. And just, if I don’t get flustered, then they wouldn’t like me, and I want them to like me. Me, not just how flustered I get.”

Kibum’s eyes are narrowed and their gaze is sharp, but they nod gently and hold their hand out for Jonghyun’s phone, so Jonghyun takes it out and opens up his chat with Jinki, scrolls all the way up to the top. Remembering what they’d talked about the day before, and the day before that makes him blush and he quickly adds, “Ignore the...how needy I got. Please?”

Kibum just snorts and nods, already reading through their messages. “This is...so gay, honestly. Disgustingly so.” But they’re smiling, and their voice is fond, so Jonghyun relaxes, just a little.

“Do you think they like me?”

“Definitely. You guys have been flirting so much, jeez. It’s a wonder they haven’t asked you out yet. And I know you’re too shy to, huh?”

Jonghyun nods and opens his mouth for another fry, and as he chews, his mouth falls into a pout without permission. Kibum sees and kind of laughs a little, then wrinkles their nose as they look at Jonghyun’s phone. “You were needy,” they say, and Jonghyun groans.

“Don’t remind me…”

“I think it’s cute.”

Jonghyun does not blush. “Just, keep reading. Thank you.”

“The amount of times they called you cute is sickening.”

“Kibummie.”

“Sorry, Jonghyunnie. I finished reading though. I really think they like you, though. Or they certainly enjoy flirting with you.”

Jonghyun hides his face with his hands and giggles, flustered but pleased. “Thanks, Kibummie.”

“Anything for you, my Jonghyunnie.”

Kibum leans across the table to thumb at Jonghyun’s cheek, and Jonghyun leans into the touch, pressing his lips to Kibum’s hand as it leaves. “Kibummie, love you a lot lot lot.”

“Love you too, Jonghyunnie. Ready to get out of here?”

Jonghyun looks down at his burger, half-finished, and nods. Kibum waits patiently for him to wrap up the remains of his meal and then they stand together, hurrying out to Kibum’s car because it’s now starting to rain.

They curl up together in Kibum’s bed with a movie playing quietly between them, and the sound of the rain pattering down around them lulls them to sleep early in the evening.

Day Five

jonghyun.948: i,,,,,have an Important question. for whenever u get home

dlstmxkakwldrl: okay im at Home we can have whatever discussion now

jonghyun.948: just;; boundaries aggain i guess. bc of what happened before;; and just;;;; im fine with doing stuff like that i just;;

jonghyun.948: it seemed more important before hkjhjgjh its not now tho Tbh u can ignore that

dlstmxkakwldrl: ddksk no no u were right it's definitely v important to talk about boundaries

dlstmxkakwldrl: im also Completely More Than Fine with doing anything like that again but yea if u have any Specific boundaries u want to bring up

jonghyun.948: just,,idk hjkhjg where do you stand i guess?

dlstmxkakwldrl: im also Completely More Than Fine with doing anything like that again but yea if u have any Specific boundaries u want to bring up

jonghyun.948: nothing new;; i just want to know where u stand. emotionally

jonghyun.948: mostly,,i think i was just nervous bc what if you thought Less of me

dlstmxkakwldrl: ahh why would i think less of u?? I would never think less of u for anything like that like Ever

jonghyun.948: ;;; i want u to like me;; not just my flustered reactions

dlstmxkakwldrl: ofc i do like you outside of ur flustered reactions (although they're v cute !!) bc that's not all you are

jonghyun.948: ;;;;; just its been like 2 days nd im not,,,that special or anything so

dlstmxkakwldrl: i think you are special though, even if it has been a v short amount of time

jonghyun.948: ;;;;;; my heart fluttered;; thank you

dlstmxkakwldrl: cute ,,,,,

jonghyun.948: thank u;;

Day Six

dlstmxkakwldrl: 💕💕💕💕

dlstmxkakwldrl: gsgfddgn sorry i fell asleep so early last night i was Exhausted

jonghyun.948: jkhjkghj i Figured

dlstmxkakwldrl: snkskdk yea i was apparently rly tired i haven't slept at midnight in Forever

jonghyun.948: ;; i missed u

dlstmxkakwldrl: djskakkddm ahh cute im 💕💕

jonghyun.948: ;; no youre the cute one;;;;; really endearing

dlstmxkakwldrl: s h u t u are wrong

jonghyun.948: im Right tho ur super cute

dlstmxkakwldrl: 😡😡😡

jonghyun.948: the cutest ily

dlstmxkakwldrl: angery

jonghyun.948: u spelled cute wrong

dlstmxkakwldrl: a n g e r y

jonghyun.948: u spelled super cute wrong

jonghyun.948: u rlly need to learn to spell

dlstmxkakwldrl: sweaty i have 4882193828828283828382838174832818478382477337737372838282 phds i know Spelling and the spelling bible says ur the cute one

jonghyun.948: *im not ur

dlstmxkakwldrl: now who's bad at spelling

jonghyun.948: you…...im the cute one is what u meant nor ur

dlstmxkakwldrl: i Meant What I Said

jonghyun.948: false,

dlstmxkakwldrl: true,

jonghyun.948: anyw……….

dlstmxkakwldrl: yes ,

jonghyun.948: ;;; me nd tae are skyping and;; want you to be here too

dlstmxkakwldrl: ah no no it's fine skksk u guys can just keep doing ur thing

dlstmxkakwldrl: esp since i should work when i get home anyway dmskskd rip

jonghyun.948: but Consider....Not working

dlstmxkakwldrl: i Will consider

jonghyun.948: good luck in ur work tho ♡♡♡

dlstmxkakwldrl: thank u bb

Jonghyun promptly giggles and hides his face, and Taemin barely even blinks.

Day Seven

dlstmxkakwldrl: i finished all of my work………….

jonghyun.948: !!! taems at a final but when he gets back we’re gonna skype and;; want you to be here too

dlstmxkakwldrl: give me une momento it's about time i did i Guess

jonghyun.948: !!! okay! my skype name is the same as this

So needless to say, Jonghyun is excited when Taemin finally comes back from his last final; when he tells Taemin everything that had occured, Taemin just smiles and rolls his eyes and nods. “So where are they?”

“Waiting for them to message me.”

“Excited?”

“Excited, but nervous too. Really nervous.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t seen their face, and just...nervous. What if they think I’m-”

“Jonghyunnie, calm down. It’ll be fine, okay?”

“Okay- ah! They messaged!” Jonghyun wiggles in place and picks up Roo, hiding behind her as his heart races in his chest. “Super nervous.”

“It’ll be fine, Jonghyunnie. You know it will be.”

“Okay...gonna add.”

It’s a moment, but when Jinki fades into the screen, they’re looking at their phone. But then they look up and they smile and Jonghyun’s heart flutters in his chest. “Hi Taemin, Jonghyun.”

“Hi, Jinki. Nice to finally meet you after all of Jjong’s gushing.”

“I didn’t gush!”

“You were definitely gushing, Jonghyunnie.”

“I...just like them. You. A lot.”

“Cute, Jonghyunnie.” Jinki says, and Jonghyun hides behind Roo again, trying to bite back giggles. He shakes his head and looks at Jinki through his screen, at their bright smile and their warm gaze, and he finally lets the giggles fall from his lips.

“Thank you, Jinki…”

“God, you’re so gay, Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun...had honestly forgotten Taemin was there for a moment, and he says as such; Taemin snorts and rolls his eyes and says, “This is what I get for being your friend, Jonghyunnie? Jinki, take note of this, this is what you’ll get if you stay with him.”

“Cute...he’s cute so it’s fine.”

Jonghyun actually makes a noise at that, and buries his face in his hands before shaking his head. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re cute, Jonghyunnie.”

“Wow...I think I’ll just go, since I’m not needed.”

“No! Taeminnie, stay!”

“Anything for you, Jonghyunnie.”

“It’s different when you say Jonghyunnie and when Jinki does.”

“How so?”

“It’s like a friend when you say it but when Jinki says it, it’s...dunno. I like it.”

“God, you’re gross. I’m leaving so you two can get more acquainted. I’ve got to sleep anyway, Jongin’s leaving early tomorrow and I’m helping him pack up his stuff.”

“Bye bye, Taeminnie…”

“Nice meeting you, Taemin.”

“You too, Jinki. Have fun with this one, talk to you both soon, bye.” Taemin hangs up, and when Jonghyun looks at Jinki again, he giggles.

“Hi hi.”

A fond snort. “You’re cute, Jonghyunnie. Cute baby.”

Jonghyun’s breath hitches and he shakes his head, gently putting Roo down and bringing his hand up to drag over his lower lip. A habit, albeit one that Taemin and Kibum have both told him not to do because your lips are distracting, Jonghyunnie.

“No?”

“I…” Jonghyun shifts and thumbs at his lip again, swallowing the lump in his throat and blinking wide-eyed at Jinki before trying again. “I don’t…”

“Don’t what? Be a good boy and tell me.”

Oh. Jonghyun shakes his head and shifts again, more pointedly this time. “Jinki, I...you’re being mean.”

“How am I being mean, Jonghyunnie?”

“Teasing.”

“I’ll stop, Jonghyunnie. What do you want to do, then?”

“Movie?”

“Anything you want, Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun’s heart flutters and he hides behind Roo again before nodding and waiting for Jinki to choose what to watch. Jinki’s never seen Moana, and while Jonghyun has, he doesn’t say so, because this way he gets to stare at Jinki for almost two full hours, and Jinki will be none the wiser.

When he texts Taemin to tell him that, all Taemin sends back is ‘thats gay, have fun’.

Jonghyun does.

Day Eight

The first thing Jonghyun sees when he blinks awake is Jinki - they’re still asleep and Jonghyun is quick to send Taemin, Kibum and Jongin a picture because they’re absolutely adorable, and Jonghyun is so in love.

That’s the first time, he realizes, that he’s...thought of what he feels for Jinki as love. (And it isn’t surprising, definitely won’t surprise Kibum or Taemin, because you always fall in love so easily, Jonghyunnie.) The realization makes a mix of emotions bubble up inside of him: a flutter of nerves, apprehension, yearning, but it’s all overshadowed by giddy, dizzy joy and all Jonghyun wants to do now is tell everyone that he’s in love, that he’s in love with someone that he’s only known for just over a week and only seen once, that he’s in love with Jinki.

But Kibum is asleep and Taemin isn’t answering his phone and Jongin isn’t either, so Jonghyun gets on tumblr and makes a post that only says “I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love”.  And there is nothing to do but wait until Jinki wakes up, so Jonghyun curls up in bed and starts plotting out little stories and themes for upcoming episodes of Blue Night; in between adding songs for the playlist for this week’s episode, Jonghyun answers the questions in his inbox. Most are asking about his crush (all Jonghyun says is that they’re lovely, they’re sweet, they’re perfect), some are thanking him for another week of Blue Night, and some still are general inquiries: how he’s doing (amazingly), what artist he likes recently (Sik-K), what movies he’s seen recently (late, but Doctor Strange).

Jinki blinks awake while Jonghyun is clearing out his watch later list on youtube, and they talk for all of five minutes before Jinki slips asleep again. It’s so so so endearing and Jonghyun texts Taemin to tell him because he is so in love.

The next time Jinki wakes, it’s well into the morning and Taemin is up, so Jonghyun adds him back into the call and listens to Jinki’s sleepy murmurs and Taemin’s lazy replies and Jongin’s long, drawn out goodbyes to Taemin, even though they’re going to be roommates again in the fall. Kibum comes over as well, nuzzles up against Jonghyun and takes the other earbud, greeting Jinki with a wry smile on their lips and genuine happiness in their eyes.

“So you’re the Jinki that’s been flustering our Jonghyunnie so much, huh?”

“I didn’t know I had that much of an effect on him.” Jinki’s biting back laughter and so are Kibum and Taemin, like they’re all in on some joke that Jonghyun is not. It’s infuriating, but Jonghyun doesn’t care that much, because all of his favorite people are here, and he’s so happy.

(He’s so happy that he overlooks all of the messages Taemin is sending him, even if Kibum doesn’t. Kibum is quick to take over Jonghyun’s laptop, and Jonghyun curls up into them and pouts at the messages they’re sending back and forth to Taemin.

taem: jonghyunnie ur rlly gay

taem: the way ur smiling at them? gross

jonghyunnie: arent they?

taem: so gay

jonghyunnie: u shldve seen them...gushing over whether or not jinki likes them or not

taem: its so obvious tha ttheydo tho?????

jonghyunnie: tell him that

taem: jognhyunnie, jinki likes u. ask them out

“I-” Jonghyun pauses, hides his pout in Kibum’s arm. “Never mind.”

“What’s wrong, Jonghyunnie?” Kibum asks - like they don’t know what’s wrong. Jonghyun pouts and shakes his head, ignores Taemin and Kibum’s laugh, Taemin’s explanation that they’d been teasing Jonghyun about his crush.

(He especially ignores the way Jinki chuckles and says, “It’s alright, he’s cute and I like him too.”)

The four of them stay together until that night, until Taemin and Jinki very reluctantly have to go. And it’s one of Jonghyun’s best days ever.

Day Nine

jonghyunnie: taem;; i like them a Lot;;;;;

taem: ik, im glad for u

jonghyunnie: but;;

jonghyunnie: okay this was a while ago but we;;;; they said they love me nd;;

taem: whats the problem then?

jonghyunnie: ;-; taem;;;;;

taem: ?

jonghyunnie: its not cute

taem: OH

taem: still tho if ur thinking they blurted it out bc of that

taem: they wouldve had to Type it so

taem: i dont think it was spur of the moment? but even if it was im p sure they meant it, they owudlnt just lie abt that

jonghyunnie: i like them a Lot;;;;

taem: pff ik

jonghyunnie: so i dont wanna;; i wanna Know

taem: then ask them, sily

jonghyunnie: but;;;;

taem: either ask or be patient, jonghyunnie

jonghyunnie: nervous;;

taem: itll be ok tho

jonghyunnie: ill ask;;;; nervous tho

taem: its gonna go well, jonghyunnie

jonghyunnie: how do i ask them?

taem: just...idk tell them there was stuff said that u wanna clarify. Or know how it was meant and how it applies normally and not just for that headspace

jonghyunnie: too nervous;;

taem: i believe in u

taem: just tell them u wanna be on the same page, its understandable

jonghyunnie: ask for me?

taem: u know i cant do that

jonghyunnie: ;-; wanna date them

taem: jonghyunnie.

taem: ud have to Ask them

jonghyunnie: ;;;;; ask for me

taem: i cant ask them out, jonghyunnie

jonghyunnie: ;-; how should i ask

taem: idk howd u ask me?

jonghyunnie: i didnt jkhhjkhgj u just said we’re bfs now

taem: oh

jonghyunnie: ;-;

jonghyunnie: ok im;;; gonna ask can i call u?

taem: ofc

Taemin picks up his phone on the first ring and once their greetings are out of the way, Jonghyun wiggles in place and pouts down at his phone. “I’m stuck. Wanna make it good.”

“You’re such a romantic, Jonghyunnie. It’s cute. Or it would be if you could ask them.”

“I’m asking! I just wanna make it good. For them.”

“Do you know what you want to say?”

“Just...that I like talking to them, and I really liked them since the beginning and that I wanna try dating.”

“Then just say that. I know you, and it doesn’t need to be eloquent or elaborate. So long as you mean it, Jonghyunnie. Trust me.”

“I…” Jonghyun fidgets and then takes in a breath to steady himself. “Yeah, okay. Okay. Gonna ask them. Gonna ask them to date me.”

“If only your fans could see you now, Jonghyunnie. If only Jinki could.”

“Shut up!”

“I can hear you pouting, silly.”

Jonghyun glares down at his phone and shakes his head before continuing his hesitant typing. He still definitely wants to make this eloquent, but he’s so nervous that he ends up sending without even proofing it. His fingers are trembling and his heart is racing but he’s done it and-

Jinki read it.

“Tae, they read it. I didn’t think they’d read it so soon I-”

“Jonghyunnie, calm down, it’s fine. Just wait and see what they say, okay.”

“Okay- oh. I...they answered.”

“What’s it say?”

“Uh, that they’d seen this coming, the dating thing. And that they want to try. That there’s stuff we’ve definitely got to talk about but that they really like me a lot and they want to try.”

“See, what did I tell you? And all in nine days, Jonghyunnie. That’s a new record.”

Jonghyun is just glad Taemin can’t see him now, because he knows he’s got that giddy smile on his lips, and he definitely knows that he’s blushing. Because Jinki likes him, and Jinki wants to be with him, and Jinki is with him.

“I gotta tell Kibummie, okay?”

A snort. “Okay, Jonghyunnie. Have fun with your crush - boyfriend.”

“Bye bye!” Jonghyun is too happy to let Taemin’s teasing affect him, and he’s quick to hang up and bound across the room to jump on Kibum until they wake up because he’s so happy.

(He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier.)