#spring break is coming up for meeeee

[slav-every-day]

[softimgyu]

I have been so.. drained lately like it’s getting out of hand 😭

[marxo-fm]

Mild Sweet

✯ Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Your dad hosts a welcoming party for a good friend who’s coming back from Seattle after quite some time. BBQs, drinks, dancing, and a good ol' time. Until you realize the friend, is your secret crush. A silly little crush that turned into something more, but you've kept it a secret most of the time. What happens when you two rekindle and talk, and that secret is unable to be kept in for any longer?

Warnings: MDNI+18, mentions of adult themes and language, mentions of alcohol and swearing, smut with slight plot, afab!reader age gap (reader-late twenties, Joel-early forties), praising, pet names, no use of y/n, fingering, talking you through it, oral!f-receiving, fear of getting caught, no descriptions of race/ethnicity, skin color, hair type/length, or body type.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Long awaited, I apologize, but I hope that with this fic--you can forgive me. Life has been hectic, but I am on break finally, so I chose to use this time to feed my deprived peeps. I hope you all enjoy reading this, just as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you!

Update: This has been sitting in my drafts since the dawn of time, I’m not on break anymore, I GRADUATED, I have all the free time now. Just wanted to clarify if I go missing again, it’s going to be because of college. That’s all, thank you, you may continue. -if this is bad, I’m sorry, this was from months ago. Go easy on meeeee.

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“Well yeah hun, I sure am hosting a barbecue party. I don’t care if it’s damn near hot enough for my skin to fall off, I am going to host it.” Protested your dad as he chugged his second can of beer. He won’t tell you further details, which confused you since you had every right to know. Not only because you’re his daughter, but because you’d like to know who the hell this mystery friend is that your father keeps talking about. Says it’s to be kept a surprise until he finally makes it to San Antonio. Which, by the way, you don’t even know when that’ll be either.

“Is this barbecue party even going to happen? Or are you just going to pass it off to someone else in this neighborhood?” The two of you stood eye to eye in the agonizing heat of Texas. Hell, you’re used to it, but it sure did make you frustrated. The humidity didn’t help either. Flies were everywhere and yellow grass that used to be bright green surrounded your home, it used to be a shade of green similar to a green highlighter—in spring that was. You look at the grass and back at your dad, who left the conversation and went to his truck. He opens the passenger seat and shouts, “Get your butt in here, we gotta get the supplies ready for this damn barbecue!” His country accent cuts through sharper than any knife.

It’s hard to take him seriously sometimes.

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“Remember when you told me you didn’t need my help?” 

Your dad looks at you with an eyebrow raised and back at the road.

“Kid, don’t make me rethink my choice now. I only said that because sometimes your ol’ man likes to do things his way. Cause’ you see, back in my day-” 

“Back in my day, my daddy made me do all the hard work. Dad, I’ve heard this story many times growing up, I know.” You mocked, chuckling a little under your breath carefully trying to not chuckle too hard. 

“Well, in that case, you’re right. But I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Your eyes widen in surprise, carefully leaning over the console of your dad’s truck. What could this darn secret be?

“Remember my good ol’ friend, Joel Miller? That good-looking pal who’s just a few years younger than me? Well, he went over to Seattle with his kid, Sarah. Ya know, family bonding time and whatnot.” Your dad lost his focus looking at his rearview mirror and blindspots before turning left, then continued, “Fortunately, he’s coming back to San Antonio and I’m throwing this barbecue party to welcome him. I’m sure he’d love it, his kid too, and well of course–all of our friends included.”

Joel Miller. A name that went through your head a million times. Over and over.

A man you have had a long and forbidden crush for, a feeling that grew intense over time.

The feelings died down for a bit when he was gone for God knows how long, but they came back. And you don’t know how to feel about it.

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“Okay, everything’s ready y’all just gotta set em’ up now. We don’t have much time.” Instructed your dad to his fellow friends and a few relatives. Other relatives were far too busy for the welcoming party. Out of all the other days your dad chooses to throw this party, it just has to be on a Sunday.

A few of your dad’s friends were preparing the meats, Joel was going to be here any minute now, and you grew hot. Unsure whether it was this agonizing heat of San Antonio, or if it was just you. Something about the way he walks, talks, looks, is what gets your gears moving. His gray hair, his voice, his body. Hell, at this point you’d rather have Joel for dinner rather than that damn barbecue. But you swore to keep yourself sane and still, especially in front of your dad. He’d surely laugh if he found out about your crush towards Joel, then switch to being confused…and finally, angry.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Your dad walks up to you, handing you an apron. What in God’s earth is he making me do? Surely he wouldn’t make you prepare meats and have you cook them, after all, you just want to impress and look good for Joel. You bought an entirely new dress just for this damn welcoming party, hoping to somewhat catch his attention.

A short and light purple dress that reveals just enough.

God, this is pathetic. Dressing all pretty for man who wouldn’t even bat an eye at his good friend’s daughter. Or maybe, if you’re lucky enough, he might. You still have to greet him, so yes, you’re going to talk to him. It’s to respect him and it’s common sense since well—it is a welcoming party…

“He should be here any minute now hun, just put this apron on and go help out.”

“Do I have to? I mean, your nieces and nephews are over there sitting doing nothing. I’d rather prepare the table.”

Your dad looks over at your cousins then back at the table you insisted on doing. The table didn’t have any plates on it, nor did it have decorations.

“You’re right, the table does need some…stuff on it.”

You walk on over to prepare the table, when you a truck pull up from behind the fences of your backyard. That’s when you feel yourself sweating gallons and breathing heavier. You thought maybe it was just a neighbor, but you were proven wrong.

Joel Miller is here.

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“Dad, Joel is here. I think.” Your dad looks at your in a state of shock, only because everything hasn’t been prepared yet and well, everyone is supposed to be hiding to surprise Joel.

“Y’all needa hide, Joel’s here. Drop everything and hide somewhere before he sees us!” Everyone—including yourself—go in hiding. You choose to hide under the table you were planning on finishing work at. Y’know, decorating it and all. But you were too late. You see everyone smiling or giggling in excitement, ready to surprise Joel. He hasn’t been in Texas for God knows how long; would you blame him?

You hear footsteps inching closer and closer, and that's when you hear him say, "anyone here?"

You and everyone else jump out from your hiding places, the word surprise didn't leave your mouth, your jaw just hung open instead.

He changed, looks more grunt than usual, but also happy because of the welcoming party. It irked you, but you ignored it.

The black shirt he wore fit nicely on his body, he must've worked out or something, his shoulders are broad. It gave you something to think about, and your face reddens. He finally looks at you, Joel was more focused on your face rather than your dress. He did acknowledge it, though, but...you looked different. Not in a bad way, just different. It must be the makeup style you chose to wear, or the purple dress that radiated your face. Either way, his look had you holding on to the table harder.

"Been so long pal, c'mere." People shared awkward glances, but it went away when Joel hugged your dad. They shared it for quite some time, but it was needed.

"m' I really this important that you threw a welcoming party?"

Your dad smiles, "sure is Joel, been so long ain't nothing for me to do other than drink my beers alone without ya. But you're finally here." He pats your dad on the shoulder with a smile, continuing their small talk before Joel greets the others.

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You wondered why Joel hasn't greeted you yet, you felt as if you maybe did something wrong. Surely not, you scoff, as if he was here for anything like that. You don't know, but your head kept pestering you about it. His daughter is at a table full of friends and cousins, "at least his daughter greeted me." You innocently whispered under your breath, unaware that Joel heard you just across the table. You sat by your dad, so Joel heard it, but was already making plans to greet you some other way. You just had no clue yet.

You catch him eyeing your dress, and he notices you looking. You quickly shy away, but he chuckles and goes back to eating his food. Lust and heat pumped through your veins, and your heart was beating a hundred beats per minute. At any rate now, you're sure you'd have a heart attack.

He wasn't even doing anything. All he did was look at your outfit.

You did a good job at catching his attention, but the tension was far too much. The sexual tension. Did he feel the same? Or was he innocently looking? You look up to see him manspreading from the fulfilling dinner he just ate, his shirt raised a little. You could see his tanned skin just above his belt. Unsure of what the hell that made you feel just now. Joel still craved something deep down, dessert, more specifically.

"Hey dad, may you excuse me for a minute. I need to use the restroom." He nodded and you hurriedly scurried off inside your house. Closing the door behind you shut, and you quickly catch your breath.

Everything intensified, everything from top to bottom. The heat between your legs, you're sure your underwear is soaked.

He didn't even do anything.

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You locked yourself in the restroom. sort of trying to recollect yourself after your encounter. But what the hell were you even thinking? Where was the respect? No hugs, not a thank you, or even a hello?!

You were interrupted suddenly by a knock on the door. "It's occupied!" You respond.

Another knock.

"I thought I told you that this restroom is occupied?" You grew frustrated. One more knock and it sent you over the edge.

"What the hell do you not understand?"

"It's Joel, open the damn door." He ordered. His voice was huskier, angry and needy almost. Your heart pounds and you began to question your dignity.

"C'mon sweet cakes, open the door." You had no choice, knowing Joel, he'd continue with his knocks and the continuous, "let me in."

"Okay," you sighed, "I'll let you in, just gimme a moment."

There wasn't a word behind the door, just silence.

Deep breaths in and deep breaths out, you finally walk to the door and open it.

Joel greeted you with the hungriest kiss known to mankind. Like a predator to his prey. He shut the door behind him and managed to find a way to lock it. His hand immediately grabs the back of your neck, gripping your hair tight to get a better hold of you. All you felt was his mouth on yours, all thoughts gone. Out the window.

You struggled to breathe but your hands find their way on his broad shoulders, you held his shoulder tight to keep you from falling. Knees are weak and dignities are gone.

His tongue goes in deeper, and you do the same with yours, the sound of kisses filled the silence in the bathroom, but you didn't care. It was like a dream come true, kissing the man you've always felt something for. But has he felt the same? You know, following you to the bathroom to kiss you had to signify that.

You pull away, a string of saliva leaving both of your lips. His hand slides down your back, holding your waist and pulling you closer to his body.

You're both panting, trying to regain your breaths.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"But you want to, don'tcha sweetheart?" He pulls you impossibly closer, "I saw the way you eye fucked me over there, doing that while wearing this little dress won't do you no good doll."

"Why won't it do me no good? And I wasn't eye fucking you, I was upset at the fact that you didn't even acknowledge me over there."

"Can't tell ya that." He smirks.

You grew frustrated, Joel loves the way your brows furrow. Thinkin' bout how your brows would be furrowing the way his cock rammed deep inside of you. "Y'know, I didn't have my dessert yet. You willin' to give me that?"

Your eyes widen, the knots in the pit of your belly only grew tighter. You knew very well what he implied, and you had no problem giving Joel this. Because as soon as those words left his mouth, he picked you up and sat you down on the cold counter roughly. Causing you to wince in response from the cold contact of the bathroom counter.

"Joel.." you breathed, unsure of what you're seeing is just a dream of if it's fucking real.

"Want me to make you feel good baby? I'll make you feel so good, I'll show you what it's like to be loved by me."

You pant in need and want, "y..yes, I want you to make me feel good, Joel."

"I'll make you feel good, baby." It took you a second to process, only because you can't believe this is about to happen. You're shy, it took a moment before Joel did it for you. His warm rough hands touching your knees and spreading your legs made you moan in response.

"Look at ya, already moaning and I haven't even done nothing."

He pulls you closer, your legs beside his waist as he goes back in for a kiss. This time, it's gentler, softer. It was all sudden, and new. Just a few minutes ago, he was eating your face.

He groans in your mouth, you taste too good to him. He can only imagine how sweet his dessert would taste. This was only a sample, a fraction of what he's about to go in for.

He gives your jawbone peppered kisses, all the way down to your neck, then your collarbone. You hold on to the counters as he made his way down, pushing your purple dress you wore specifically for him.

Then he gets down on his knees, sliding your soaked panties off. You watch as it makes way down to your ankles. "Oh doll, you're so wet for me. That's my girl."

Hearing him call you his girl sure put you in a haze, it all felt unreal.

His head is now between your thighs, and the sight alone makes you close to finishing already.

His tongue brushes against your aching clit and your head tilts back, your thoughts are literally everywhere. Puzzle pieces waiting to be solved, yet you're focused on Joel's head in between your legs.

Your legs spread further once Joel drags his tongue along your throbbing, cunt. Groaning as he's savoring the taste of his dessert. You squirm and move under his touch when his tongue rasps over your sensitive flesh. "Stay still sweetheart." He warned as his arms wrap around your legs to keep you spread open for him.

"Ah, Joel..." You pant, unable to keep it down. "Keep your voice down, unless you want everyone to hear how good I make my sweet girl feel." His dirty words and praises made it so hard to.

He flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth, giving everything he has. You bite down on your lips, "attagirl, doin' so good for me. 'S right."

You almost want to cry out as he devours you, your legs keep him in place as you feel the heat in the pit of you belly grow intensely hotter. You're so wet for him, and you can't help but roll your hips to get more. Watching his head buried into you was so illicit, so real.

"Joel, I'm so close-" you struggled to whisper or even say a full sentence. He continues, but this time, his tongue finds its way inside of your leaking cunt. You moan, he looks up at you. Eye contact was way too intense.

"Taste so fuckin' good for me, ya like watching me eat your sweet pussy hm?" His jaw works more, and you can't help but fight the urge to scream his name. Your chest rose with each stroke of his tongue on your cunt.

Suddenly, his hands leave the tight hold he had on you and hastily unbuckling his belt. He pushes down his jeans, along with his boxers, and the sight before you were everything and more.

You watched his cock spring up, and your eyes widen in shock. He's big, and you didn't know how the hell he is going to fit. Your cunt ached for him, growing more needy. You grab his hair and pull him closer, he hums with affirmation. Joel goes back down, this time to finish what he started.

His familiar touch sent waves of shock throughout your body. Mind clouded and head pounding, you grind into his mouth, chasing your orgasm like an owner chasing his dog. And finally, you explode into fragments of pleasure. Stars and colors were all you could see and hear.

Joel then licks his lips, looking down at your cunt before he inserts his cock slowly. Torture almost. Your eyes roll back and Joel groans at the sight in front of him, this beautiful and glowing woman in front of him. He never thought, at his age, he’d get to see this again. But he hopes he sees it forever.

He thrusts slow and then fast as he listened to your melodic moans and whimpers. It only made him want to go faster and faster, and the coil in the pit of your belly finally snaps and you shake. His thrusts become sloppy, “fuck, you’re so good to me, hun.” He praised as he too followed after you.

“Want me to come in this pretty pussy? Hm? Talk to me.” He ordered. You nod, unable to form words. “Talk.” He demands, “yes, Joel, fuck yes.” And then he lets go of himself, his head placed on your shoulder and he groans as he comes inside of you. His cock twitching, the two of you are still regaining your breaths, you’re still trying to collect yourself.

“We gotta get cleaned up, but we’ll start with you first, how bout’ that?” He smirked and you nod. If this happened to be just a dream, then it was the best fucking dream ever.

[xx00kie-sp00kiexx]

Planning somethin fun for my bday this year. :3 Mom asked if I wanted to come back to FL for Spring Break since PCB is POPPIN rn but I wanna save up for April instead. (It makes no difference really but I'm Broke) She said she'll cover the condo we stay at AND told me to bring my punk so guess who doesn't have to drive 5 hours this time 😎 I get to be a little passenger princess too so Happy 24th to MEEEEE

[yungidreamer]

Gifted

Summary: The holidays are finally over and she Mingi and Yunho can finally come home. They exchange their gifts and share an unforgettable first under the Christmas tree.

Word count: 8.3k

Content warnings: warm, fuzzy, intense smut. Double penetration, oral sex, finger sucking, mild restraint and control. Cuddly aftercare.

The moment they walked through the door to their house they finally felt like they could breathe. Although Mingi wanted to immediately pull them into his arms, in the end, cooler heads prevailed and they did all the things they needed to do first. They unpacked their clothes, made food, and got all the presents they had received into places where they belonged. School would start on Monday, but that left them with a couple of days just for them. Everything was right in the world.

The Christmas tree was still up in their living room, just waiting for them to do their own private Christmas together. Aside from Yunho getting his suit from Mingi, they still hadn’t given each other the gifts they had bought for each other. While she finished preparing their food, the boys wrapped their presents. Her present was already wrapped in a simple bright red envelope with both of the boys' names written on the front in shining gold lettering. She stood the envelope in the branches of the tree, among their sparkling lights.

When the boys emerged from their rooms, presents in hand, they found her waiting for them in the living room with the food plated and warm mugs full of hot cider. They had made some carbonara as a quick and filling dish they could make with just things they happened to have left in the house. On her nearby laptop, soft music was playing. As tempted as she had been to put on Christmas music, it was starting to get to be too late in the year for it, and they had been listening to it on and off since Thanksgiving. Instead she had picked a little playlist of sort of melancholic instrumentals which would fade into the background of the room.

“What do you think about having a fire?” She suggested, giving her hands a little rub to warm them up. While they were gone, they had kept the heating low but warm enough to keep everything from freezing. No people meant no need to keep the house warm enough for comfort, and now it was going to take a little bit of time for the house to get back to its normal warmth.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Yunho agreed.

“Would one of you mind bringing in a little more wood while I get it started?” She stood up, heading towards the fireplace. Mingi nodded and went to grab his boots and coat, while Yunho moved to work on getting some kindling ready. She swept the last of the ashes that had been left in the grate down into the little slats that dropped into the built in ash drawer. Yunho then took the little drawer to empty it into the bag of ashes they were collecting on the porch. By the time he got back, she was stacking some of the smaller logs they had inside on the crumpled and knotted newspaper he had helped to prepare. She stood up, getting ready to reach for the super long matches they kept on the hearth, but before she could try, Yunho came up behind her, taking them off the somewhat high shelf to pass to her. He loved when he could do something for her, something simple but helpful. It gave him a deep sense of satisfaction to feel useful or needed, even just for silly things.

Mingi came in, arms burdened with an abundance of wood, just as she slid the drawer back in. Striking the match against the base of the canister, she reached the tip of the lit match to the back of the grate, lighting the kindling from the back. After a few moments, the fire was crackling and popping as it started to come to life.

They ate their meal as they watched it, making sure that it was going to properly catch and grow. With satisfying food, a warm fire, and the Christmas tree’s glow filling the room, it really felt like they were home. When she started to gather the dishes to take them to the kitchen to do, Mingi stopped her, insisting it was his turn to do them and it would only take him a couple of minutes. Afterall, she had already done the dishes they used while cooking. She smiled and let him go as Yunho pulled her into his lap.

“Welcome home, love,” he nuzzled into her hair as he spoke. “I’ve missed you more than you’d believe.”

“I missed you, too,” her fingers played with the cuff of his old, soft sweater. “I really love seeing my family, I miss them too, but home isn’t home anymore without you two.”

“Someday we’ll tell them,” he sighed, trying to reassure himself of this as much as her. “Someday we’ll have a Christmas all together; you, me, Mingi and all our families.”

“Maybe just us, your mom, and my parents,” she said after a moment’s thought.

“Yeah,” Mingi said as he joined them again from the kitchen. “Don’t make me always have to spend Christmas with my parents. Besides, when dad finds out I’m with Yunho, I’m pretty sure he is going to completely disown me.”

“Maybe...maybe when push comes to shove, he’ll actually pick his son over his prejudice,” she tried to give a half note of hope as she spoke.

“Even if he does,” Mingi shook his head as he sat down beside Yunho, pulling her legs into his lap. “I don’t know that I want him there to ruin my happy moments. Even if he can get over the fact I love another man, nothing I do makes him happy anyway.”

“He’s a sour moron,” she stated without a shred of doubt. “If he can’t see what an amazing person he managed to raise, he’s too stupid for me to tolerate.”

“As long as you see it, that’s all I care about,” Mingi took one of her hands in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“We see it,” Yunho confirmed, looping an arm around Mingi’s waist.

“Who is ready for gifts?” She asked excitedly, changing the subject.

“Meeeee!” Shouted both of the boys together.

“Okay, one second,” she told them as she stood up. “I have one more thing to wrap.”

“Wait, why didn’t you do it earlier?” Yunho protested, giving her a scolding look.

“You’ll see in one minute,” she chuckled, knowing they would get it when she came back. She scurried back to their shared room and dug into her desk drawer where she had been keeping the small bag, knowing they would never have a reason to look for anything in there. In the little plastic bag she found the four pieces of silver and lace that made up the lingerie set. It was more for show than anything else, but the little satin tank top and shorts might be something she would use to sleep in when it was hot in the summer. She slipped the bra, mostly made of little lace triangles and thin satin straps, on, followed by the little satin and lace thong, then put on the more practical pieces over them before finally wrapping herself in her large, fluffy terry cloth robe.

She scurried back out into the living room having wrapped herself up for them and was greeted by both of them bursting into laughter, their faces splitting into broad smiles. Indeed they did understand why she hadn’t wrapped that present earlier. It wasn’t terribly practical for cooking or fire building. She pressed a light kiss to each of their lips before kneeling down near both of them.

“Can we unwrap you first,” Mingi questioned hopefully.

“No,” she laughed. “I’m last. But,” she pointed at the envelope in the branches behind them. “You can open that first, if you want.”

“Fine,” Yunho reached up and pulled it out of it’s perch. Both boys looked at it with an intense curiosity. The paper was a bright and vibrant red and had a fine texture to it. It was the sort of paper that begged for the use of fountain pens and sealing wax. Yunho ran his fingers over their names and made a little O face before turning it over to slide his finger under the flap to pull it open. Inside was a little card made from the same paper on which she had written a short letter.

To the boys who make every day special and who deserve the world. Someday I can give you everything you deserve, but for now, enjoy this.

Together they opened the card and found a couple of regular printer papers, folded in quarters. They put the card down and unfolded the papers to see what they were. The first page was a dinner reservation for the first Tuesday in April at a restaurant they recognized as a fancy place in the middle of Manhattan. Mingi’s eyes widened and he looked at her then back at the paper to make sure he had read it correctly. Yunho flipped to the second page to find a reservation for that week in April at a bed and breakfast in New York City.

“That will be over spring break,” she elucidated as their eyes scanned the paper. “Our first trip together. And it’s far enough from everyone so we can just be us. I also wanted a good excuse for Yunho to wear that suit you got him. It would look so good on him. I can hardly wait.”

“This...this can’t have been cheap,” Mingi protested slightly. “You didn’t have to…”

“I know,” she shrugged. “I wanted to. I want to see the world with you both and that is just the first place.”

“We could have paid for this together,” Yunho pointed out. “It’s too much.”

“No, no,” she shook her head. “You’re going to drive us and we can split the cost of everything else while we are there.”

“You aren’t paying for anything while we are there,” Mingi said firmly. Yunho nodded in agreement as he scanned the page of the bed and breakfast again. Located next to Central Park. A great location for entertainment and close to public transportation. Yunho folded the papers and let them drop to his lap. He leaned forward and pulled her into a quick, grateful kiss. She really was too much sometimes. Mingi set the papers and the card on the coffee table before he pulled her into his lap.

“I love you so much more than I can say,” he said as he held her face in his hands, keeping her looking at him.

“I can’t wait to go to the city with my two favorite people,” she beamed at him. “We are going to have so much fun.”

Mingi sighed and kissed the tip of her nose. Her expression was like sunshine and he felt a little quiver in his chest as his heart skipped a beat. She was always pretty and just looking at her could move him, but her grin, how it made her eyes sparkle and how her lips quirked just that way sometimes hit him like a freight train and he could feel the breath be sucked from his lungs. In those moments he knew pure joy and a gut churning fear all at once. It was the thing that made him sure he could endure anything mixed with the, perhaps irrational, fear that it could all disappear.

Yunho read the expression on Mingi’s face and gave him a reassuring kiss on his cheek. He knew that expression, that mix of contradicting emotions which sometimes washed over him. He trusted it more, trusted that it wouldn’t disappear, but in his worst moments he still had those flashes of doubt that he could be that lucky, that people could really love him that deeply, and no matter what might come. Yunho leaned his head against the side of Mingi’s head, silently reassuring him with his presence, his faith.

“Mingi, love, why don’t you open what Yunho got you?” She suggested, running a reassuring hand over his chest. Mingi nodded, taking his eyes from her face but keeping her in his arms. Yunho passed him the wrapped box he had put under the tree, letting it rest in her lap as Mingi began to rip at the paper. 

Mingi laughed happily when he saw what was inside. The gift wasn’t the most expensive thing he had gotten that holiday, but it was one of the most thoughtful ones. With his old headphones wearing down from his constant use of them, it was something that showed how much Yunho paid attention to Mingi’s daily life and the things that made it better. He set the box on the coffee table with the papers and guided Yunho’s lips to his in a soft and grateful kiss.

“You like them?” Yunho said self consciously. “I know your old ones are starting to become unusable so I thought—”

“I love them,” Mingi interrupted. “And I’ll think of you everytime I use them.”

“I’m glad you like them,” Yunho gave him a blushing grin.

“Okay, now it’s our girl’s turn,” Mingi excitedly reached for the small package of his gift and placed it in her lap. He had wrapped it in silver paper covered in little white and grey snowflakes. She made a little cooing noise as she admired the pretty wrapping before she found the tape keeping it closed on the back side.

“Just rip it,” Mingi teased, poking at her.

“Fine,” She pouted slightly before complying and gently ripping at the wrapping. Under it she found a simple white matte box, which she carefully righted before opening it to see what was inside. There, she found the little silver and pearl choker he had bought for her a couple of weeks before break.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she commented, running her fingers over the small lines of seed pearls. The central panel, a square frame with a bright eight armed star in it’s center, sparkled in the low light. She carefully lifted it out of the box to better examine it, twisting it in her hand to admire the way the little crystals glinted and glimmered. She loved the elegant beauty of it, though she really couldn’t imagine what occasion she might have to justify wearing it.

“Can I put it on you?” Mingi asked, an excited glimmer in his eye.

“If you want,” she nodded, lifting her hair off her neck to make it easier. Mingi fed the necklace around her neck and brought the two sides together in the back, carefully working the fastening closed.

“Let me see,” Mingi said, leaning back slightly. She dropped her hands, letting her hair flow down her back again and turned to let him admire his gift on her. Though it hid slightly in the folds of the collar of her robe, the cream, sliver, and bright glint of the rhinestones looked remarkable against her skin. He loved it on her and he loved that it was his gift sitting there. It marked her as his at the same time it was a statement of his love of her.

“That is beautiful, Mingi,” Yunho praised from beside them. He lifted her chin slightly to get a clearer look at it, but also to admire how the angle exposed her neck. “It’s perfect for our girl.”

“What about yours,” Mingi reminded him, hugging her tightly in his arms. 

“Here,” Yunho handed her the small blue box, tied with a white satin bow. It was long and less than an inch thick and slightly heavy in hand. She lifted it curiously and gave it a light shake, enjoying the sound of whatever it was shifting along with the slight crinkle of tissue paper. Pulling at one end of the ribbon, she undid the bow and tossed the scrap of satin off to the side. She lifted the lid off the box and folded the layer of tissue paper to the side. The hair comb, finally revealed, reflected the flickering of the fire and the color of the lights off the curves of it’s decorative scrolls and long tines.

“It’s a comb you can use to keep your hair up,” Yunho explained, pulling it off the pillow of tissues in the box.

“It’s lovely,” she took it from his hands and turned it over in her hands. “It’s real silver isn’t it?” She had taken note of the little makers' marks that had been impressed into the metal near the base of the crest.

“Yeah,” Yunho nodded, nervously watching her reaction. “I saw it and I could just picture it on you. It would look so pretty in your hair.”

“Thank you,” she pulled his face to hers and gave him a slow sweet kiss. “It’s perfect. Practical, elegant, and thoughtful.”

“Can I put your hair up with it?” Yunho proposed. “I want to see it on you.”

“Of course,” she nodded, and started to get up. “I’ll go grab my brush.”

“I can grab it,” Yunho stopped her and hopped up himself, dashing down the hall to get it. He found it on the counter and caught sight of himself in the mirror. After the long trip home he looked a little tired and his hair was a little bit of a mess, but if you couldn’t look a little like a disaster at home, what was the point?

He headed back into the living room to find her and Mingi cuddling under the tree together. They looked precious, her small form enveloped in his long arms. Mingi’s face had a peaceful relaxation to his features that had been missing the whole holiday back with their families. Their inability to be themselves there had impacted them more than they would have guessed it would have. Afterall, six months ago that was their reality full time, but what a difference those few months had made. Home didn’t quite feel like home anymore now that they had been able to live as themselves, fully and openly.

Mingi turned, catching Yunho in his gaze and flashing the other boy a smile. Yunho moved forward and joined them again. She shifted to sit between his legs, giving him her back so he could brush her hair. He really loved when she let him play with her hair. He loved caring for her and taking little moments where he could just touch her without it leading to something. Even when it often did, he had to admit. He ran the brush through her locks, carefully removing the tangles before he started gathering it up towards the crown of her head. Twisting her hair into a bun, he gently fed the comb through the knot to secure it.

“Let me see,” Yunho put a hand on her shoulder, urging her to turn to face him. Turning where she sat, she looked up at him through her lashes, keeping her head slightly down to make sure that he could see the comb and his handiwork.

“Is it pretty?” She asked him.

“It’s nothing compared to you,” he responded, capturing her lips and lifting her face up to his. Her lips were soft and warm under his, tasting slightly of apple. He wanted her, he wanted them, and felt like it had been almost forever since he had been able to touch them without looking over his shoulder.

“Do you both want to unwrap the last present since you have both given me your gifts now?” She suggested, pulling away from him.

“Are we unwrapping you?” Mingi sounded excited as he drew up behind her.

“Yep,” she wagged her eyebrows at him playfully. Mingi’s face split into an excited grin that extended up to his eyes, making them into little joyful crescents. She stood up and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, spreading it out on the floor in front of the fireplace. She knelt down on the floor and crooked her finger at her boys, inviting them to join her. They hurried to join her, each taking a side.

Mingi’s hands went to the tie at the front of her terry cloth robe, pulling at it until it was untied. Yunho’s hands went to the front of the robe, pulling open the sides to reveal what was underneath. He slid the robe off her shoulders with Mingi’s help, and tossed it off to the side. She knelt between them in the silver satin set and the gifts they had given her. Somehow it almost looked like they were meant to be together, a symphony of silver and pearl. She knew how to present herself in a way that made it clear she was giving all of herself to them.

“You look so pretty,” Mingi let his eyes flow over the cascade of silver colored satin the draped her curves. “You are my favorite present of the year.”

Yunho laughed but had to agree, her invitation to intimacy tonight was the best gift he could have imagined. “You look perfect, but I’m feeling a little overdressed.”

“You are,” she chuckled. “But I think you could probably help each other with that.”

Yunho caught Mingi’s eyes over her head at the suggestion. He raised an eyebrow to the other boy, as if to ask, what do you think. Mingi gave him a little nod and they both scooted forward to stand before her, where they could reach each other and make quick work of their clothing. Mingi blushed as he looked into Yunho’s warm eyes, enjoying the desire that was lighting them from behind. Yunho leaned forward and brushed his lips over the sharp angle of Mingi’s cheekbones, feeling the heat of the blush that covered them.

“I’ve missed you like this,” Yunho told him as he pulled him against him. The line of their lean bodies matched, hip to hip, where Yunho’s large hand held the two of them together. He could feel the soft bulge of Mingi’s half hardened erection press against him and gave it a teasing rub of his own hip against it.

Mingi let out a small groan and put his broad hands on Yunho’s biceps. “You’re such a tease.”

“And you love it,” Yunho said proudly.

“Shut up,” Mingi laughed, moving his hands to the hem of Yunho’s black t-shirt.

“So impatient,” Yunho teased, but still lifted his arms over his head to let Mingi pull his shirt off him. The sight of Yunho’s bare chest sent a shock of pleasure through Mingi. He loved the perfect, soft, lean muscle of his body. Ever so slightly bulkier than Mingi’s own, he loved the naturally muscular body of the other boy. He simultaneously wanted his own body to be more like that and wanted to luxuriate in the exploration of it. His fingers brushed over the hollow in Yunho’s collarbone, a silly smile on his face as he did.

“Here,” Yunho reached for the buttons on the front of Mingi’s white button up shirt and made quick and nimble work of them. He slid it down off Mingi’s broad shoulders, kissing along his neck to the tip of his shoulder on one side as he did. Mingi let the shirt drop before bringing his hands to tangle in Yunho’s messy locks as his lips moved over his body.

Keeping his lips on Mingi’s body, his fingers dropped to the button on his jeans. Yunho flicked open the button and slid the zipper down. His fingers slipped in the waistband of Mingi’s jeans and boxers, slowly lowering them over his narrow hips. When the cloth fell, pooling at his ankles, Yunho’s hands moved to cup the small tight muscles of Mingi’s butt.

Mingi stepped out of his pants and pulled back enough to be able to see as his hands worked to remove Yunho’s as well. Yunho stepped out of his pants as well as Mingi’s fingers tickled along the fine, muscular v of muscle where his stomach became his hips and more.

“You look so good,’’ he told Yunho, not able to meet his eyes as he complimented him.

“So do you, my love,” Yunho hooked a finger under Mingi’s chin, lifting his face to meet his. Mingi shrugged shyly, not sure how to answer, when he felt like he wasn’t nearly as beautiful as his two partners.

“You’re both beautiful,” she said from where she still sat on her heels in front of the fireplace. When Mingi turned, she was looking at them both with such admiration he could almost believe it himself. She motioned for them to come back, reaching out for Mingi first as he came close. Sitting beside her, he admired the soft curves of her body and the grace of her limbs as she touched him. Her gaze followed her fingers as they danced over his chest and collarbone, then moved up to brush an errant lock of hair off his forehead.

“I love your face,” she said softly, cupping his cheek. “It makes me so happy just to look at you.”

“When you look at me like that,” he softened at her smile. “I feel like I could do anything.”

“Let’s start with unwrapping our gift just a little bit more,” Yunho suggested. Mingi eagerly agreed, his hand slipping in under the hem of the tank top to tickle at her waist before lifting it. Yunho helped from the other side as they slid it up and over her head, careful not to catch it on the comb or necklace. They were surprised by the light lace bralet she wore underneath, but not unpleasantly so. The triangles of delicate lace cupped her breasts, only barely hiding her nipples behind their gauzy fabric. Mingi’s fingers traced over the seam that ran down the center of one before cupping her breast and giving her nipple a brush with his thumb.

“I don’t know if I should be frustrated by the layers or if I like the surprise of it,” Yunho joked from the other side, running the fingers of one hand along the thin strap that held it up. She came to her knees and hooked her thumbs in the elasticized band of the silken shorts and slowly slid them down to reveal the satin and lace thong beneath.

“Just a little more,” she admitted with a giggle as she saw Mingi’s Adams’s Apple bob in his throat as he swallowed past the arousal that was filling him. Between her teasing lace lingerie and Yunho’s beautiful naked body visible just past her, he felt surrounded by temptations.

She stood up to step out of the shorts and Mingi took her gently by the hips, turning her standing body to face him, and brought his mouth to the dimple of her belly button. He mouthed the soft skin there, nipping the skin of her belly as his fingers tightened to dig into the cushion of her hips. Behind her, Yunho took the opportunity to splay his hands over the roundness presented to him, perfectly framed by the thin straps of her thong underwear.

Yunho pulled the panties down and off while she stood, not wanting to wait much longer and taking advantage of the ease the position offered for doing so. He helped her step out of them before he slid two long fingers into the crook of her thighs. Her knees twitched as he teased her lips, spreading the moisture already pooling there. He licked his fingers clean, then set to work unhooking the teasing bit of lace she still wore on her torso.

Mingi was still busy licking and tasting the flesh of her stomach as he worked himself lower to the juncture of her thighs. Yunho pulled at her, asking her to sit again and she acquiesced, slowly coming to sit between his thighs. She could feel his erection at her back and went to reach for it when he grabbed both her wrists.

“Not yet,” Yunho murmured to her. “Mingi, I’ll hold our girl, you make her scream.” His voice held an uncommon sort of determination and Mingi looked at him a second before nodding and moving to lie on his stomach. Mingi used his hands to adjust her hips to an angle that let him comfortably reach her then pressed her thighs wide. He leaned forward and dragged the tip of his tongue over her spread lips, teasing them and drawing a soft gasp and twitch from her.

As Mingi teased her with kisses along her inner thigh, Yunho took both her wrists in one of his large hands, keeping her from touching either of them. He kept them captive against her chest as he held her against him. Over her shoulder he could see everything that Mingi did to her, loving the intense and pleasurable look he had as he worked up to taking her with his mouth. When he finally gave her clit that first intense brush with the flat of his tongue she tried to arch and let out a low shivering moan.

“Shhhh, love,” he teased, kissing the pinking shell of her ear. “You can’t make it that easy on him. He’s barely touched you and you’re already going to scream for him? Can’t have that. Let’s keep your mouth busy.”

He parted her lips with the fingers of his other hand, slipping two fingers into her mouth up to the second knuckle and pressing down lightly on her tongue. The intrusion forced her to suck on his fingers with each swallow as well as kept her facing to where Mingi lay between her thighs. She whimpered around his fingers, giving them periodic sucks to keep the drool that threatened to pool in her mouth from dripping out.

Mingi looked up at the two of them as Yunho held her gently captive and muzzled, a haze of arousal darkening his deep brown eyes. Her eyes met his as his tongue played along her folds. She looked dazed, almost drugged by pleasure, her lips puckered around the other boys fingers in a way that made him think of them taking in other things. Mingi watched as he locked his lips around her clit gave it a gentle and sustained suck. She squirmed as much as she was allowed under his touch, her thighs fighting against his hands to press closer around his head. Her mouth went momentarily slack and a small drop of saliva escaped before she could swallow it. The look of her powerless against the pleasure they were giving her together made him almost painfully hard and he threw himself into pleasing her. He ate at her body, sucking at her most sensitive bits and thrusting his tongue in her tight entrance until she came apart underneath him with a force that left her quivering in its aftermath.

Mingi pulled back and came to his knees between her thighs before wiping the moisture off his face, watching her squirm, still moaning around Yunho’s fingers in her mouth. The other boy only pulled them out, also releasing her hands at the same time, as she started to recover,  already relaxing again under his grip. He wiped her damp chin and the skin of her chest, where a small spot of drool had developed near where he had kept her hands captive. She swallowed and leaned her head back against Yunho’s shoulder as she caught her breath.

“Are you ready for more, love,” Mingi asked, running a hand over her shoulder.

“I wanted to try something,” she said as she nodded in response. “What would you think of maybe having you both in me at the same time?”

Yunho and Mingi shared a look, blinking for a second at each other. Of course they had thought about it, fantasized about the possibility, but they hadn’t wanted to ask. Not only hadn’t they approached the idea of doing it together, they hadn’t even tried something more than mostly vanilla sex with her.

“We don’t have to,” she followed up quickly when it seemed like the silence stretched on.

“No,” Yunho rushed to assure her. “It’s just...are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” She looked up at him with eyes that seemed oddly innocent given the circumstances.

“Well, I mean,” Mingi said nervously. “You’re sort of small and we’re a lot to take all at once.”

“We can try it at least,” she suggested. “If it doesn’t work then we don’t have to, but I want to feel you both.”

“Alright,” Yunho agreed, swallowing past his own nervousness. “Do you want to move back to the bedroom?”

“I kind of want to stay here,” she replied. “It’s warm and this is sort of still part of Christmas. It feels right with the tree and stuff.”

“Mingi, can you grab the things we need from the bedroom?” Yunho requested. “Maybe including some pillows.” Mingi nodded, half jogging down the hall to their bedroom. He opened the bedside table and pulled out his favorite lube and a couple of condoms, something that had made it easier his first time with Yunho. Grabbing an armful of pillows, he scurried out to the living room. They were still waiting where he had left them with Yunho holding her against his chest.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as Mingi came near. He tossed the pillows on the side of the blanket nearest the fireplace and put the condom and lube near Yunho’s leg before taking a seat in front of her.

“How do we start?” She sat up a little straighter and ran her palms down her legs, revealing the niggling anxiety she had bubbling inside her.

“Let’s lie down,” Yunho put a guiding hand on her shoulder, bringing her to lie on her side with a pillow under her head. Mingi lay down on the other side, face to face with her, giving her a shy, reassuring smile. Yunho stretched out behind her, putting a hand on her hip as he pulled himself closer.

“Hi,” Mingi said somewhat stupidly as he looked into her eyes.

“Hi,” she giggled back. “Would you kiss me?” Mingi nodded, scooting towards her until his face lay beside hers on the pillow. He lifted her top leg to rest on his hip and put a hand on her ribs as he leaned in to take her lips. 

While Mingi kept her distracted, Yunho tried to figure out where he wanted to start. He had to take it slow, test the waters. He waited, watching as they kissed, their lips moving with an unhurried stupor. She relaxed under Mingi’s touch in the flickering of the firelight and Yunho let his hands wander to the curve of her hips. As his hand moved to cup the curve of her ass, she pulled away, turning slightly to look at him.

“Just relax,” Yunho urged. “Kiss our boy but promise you’ll tell me if I do something that hurts or just doesn’t feel good.” She nodded and moved back to Mingi, letting Yunho slowly touch her. Mingi pulled her closer, pressing her chest to his as he explored her mouth more deeply. He knew to distract her, keep her relaxed and feeling good, it would help make everything else easier.

Yunho cupped her flesh, spreading her cheeks and letting his fingertips tease along the smoothness there. She reacted to his touch without breaking the kiss, flinching a little before relaxing into his touch. Yunho took a little of the lube on his fingers, spreading it liberally around her. She let out a slightly tense chuckle and pulled her lips from Mingi’s.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Yunho sighed, taking his hand back. “We can do it another night.”

“No, no,” she insisted. “I’m just nervous and it kind of tickles. Just keep going.” Yunho nodded, letting his fingers return to test the tenseness of her body as he kept his eyes on her face, trying to read her expression. Her eyebrows raised slightly as he pressed against the tight ring of muscle, but she didn’t pull back. She let out a deliberate breath and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel.

“Does it feel alright,” he asked, keeping his fingers moving gently as he felt her loosen up a fraction.

“Yeah,” she nodded, but didn’t move otherwise, finding it hard to stay relaxed if she did. “I feel like I don’t tease you nearly enough about having big hands.” 

Yunho couldn’t help but laugh at her timely sense of humor. “Big hands? Love, I have big everything.”

“Oh, I know,” she gave a deep, breathy chuckle. “Just realizing it for totally new reasons all over again.”

“Here,” he pressed forward, getting one fingertip inside her. “How is that?”

“Mmmm, good,” she nodded and her muscles fluttered around the intrusion. “Keep going.”

“Yunho is always gentle,” Mingi assured her, kissing her forehead and stroking her upper arm.

“You both are,” she put a hand on Mingi’s chest and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Yunho continued to move as Mingi playfully covered her face in little kisses until she was left a mess of testing pleasure and giggles.

When he could comfortably scissor two fingers inside her, ever so slowly, he decided he had prepared her as well as he could. He slid the condom on and covered it with lube before laying himself down against her back, positioning himself to enter her. Teasing his head at her entrance, he used his hand to steady her hips.

“Ready?” Yunho asked tenderly.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Please.”

Mingi looked over her shoulder at Yunho as he lay on the other side of her. His face was tense with concentration as he slowly pushed inside.  He sucked in a breath through his nose, taking in her scent and taking in the moment as he drew close to being fully inside her. She was still tight, but gave no sign of discomfort.

“How does it feel?” Mingi asked, looking at both of them.

“Good,” she answered. Behind her Yunho only nodded. He felt himself twitch in anticipation, still not sure if he should move yet.

“Should I...what should I do?” Mingi asked them, his hand massaging her waist slightly. 

“Let me move a little,” Yunho’s voice was tight. “Just to make sure it feels alright with just me.” Mingi nodded and looked to her as he felt Yunho shift in preparation to flex his body for the first time. She moved at the sensation of him pulling out half way, her eyes widening and breath catching in her throat.

“It’s okay?” Mingi asked, a worried look flashing across his face. Behind her Yunho stopped in response.

“I like it,” she let out a giddy sound and Yunho felt relief wash over him. “What’s next?”

“Always so eager,” Yunho teased her from behind but sent a look to Mingi over her, giving him the go-ahead to try and enter her from the other side. Mingi adjusted the leg she had draped over his hip, having to move up slightly to be in the right place and at the right angle. She was left between them, the top of her head reaching just past their chins, seeming so small between them. Her hands went to rest on Mingi’s chest, moving with a jittery energy as she waited for him to enter her. 

Mingi’s fingers moved to touch between her legs, making sure she was still slick enough for him to enter her comfortably. His fingers brushed over her sensitive clit, making her twitch and clench slightly with her whole body. Yunho let out a groan and bit his lip. Mingi wasn’t sure if he ought to apologize for accidentally teasing, but he couldn’t deny he liked the face that Yunho made in reaction. Mingi positioned himself and slowly penetrated into her body. She made a little breathy oh and Yunho’s eyes widened, a look of surprise coming over him.

“I can feel you,” Yunho breathed. His hand moved down to splay over her lower stomach, almost as if to test if he could feel Mingi invading her from both sides. Mingi pushed forward until he was completely inside. A shiver rode down his spine. She was usually pleasantly tight around him, but he could feel how much Yunho had already filled her. It was strange, Mingi had to admit, feeling both of them at the same time.

“How does it feel?” Yunho questioned both of them before directing a more pointed question to her. “Do you feel okay?”

“I feel so full,” she said slowly. “I want you to move.” Mingi nodded in agreement, putting his upper arm over her to hold Yunho’s hips behind her. Together, they tentatively moved, feeling the other through the thin wall of her body as they did. Within a few thrusts, the boys had managed to find an easy, synchronised rhythm. It was a strange and intimate pleasure that built between them. When they made love together it was always all three of them doing it together, chasing satisfaction as three parts of a whole. But this, this was somehow different. Between the way they could all feel each other at the same time and the way her body hugged them all the tighter with both of them inside it was a whole new experience.

Mingi would have sworn nothing could have felt this good. His hips stuttered in their movement and he felt the stroke of Yunho’s cock move along him through her body. It sent a thrill through him and his hand spasmed, gripping Yunho with enough strength to draw a hiss from the other boy. Mingi apologized, holding himself still in her as he struggled not to just let himself go.

“Mingi, baby,” she said from between them, feeling the tenseness suddenly suffusing him. “You can move. You can let go.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he shook his head.

“I’m okay,” she insisted. “It feels so good; just let go.”

“It’s okay,” Yunho echoed from behind her. Both the boys let go, finding tempos that only occasionally matched, but each sent bliss cascading through her body. Mingi reached his orgasm first, the excitement and novel sensations proving difficult for him to resist for terribly long. He spent himself deep inside of her, his cock twitching as he released the pent up cum that felt like it had been building up in him for weeks. He stayed inside her, enjoying the near overstimulation of Yunho stroking against him through her.

Reaching between them, Mingi began to stimulate her, hoping to bring her again though he hadn’t been able to wait for her. Her breathing quickened and he could feel Yunho thrusting still, though he was getting less steady in his movements. Around his softening erection Mingi felt her walls flutter and knew she was getting close.

“Come for me, love,” he begged, loving his fingers against her. “I’m sorry I didn’t last long enough.”

“‘s okay,” she panted, her breath hitching as the pleasure the boys were giving her began to overflow in her. “‘m so close.” Her words had taken on a lazy slur and her skin shimmered in the low light, having developed a fine sheen of sweat, sandwiched warmly between the two boys. Mingi moved his fingers faster and ground upwards with his pelvis.

Yunho moved faster in her, chasing his pleasure, knowing that she was close. He no longer felt the tight squeeze of sharing her body with the full, hard erection of Mingi, but she still hugged him tightly as he moved. The softness of her ass against his hips along with the light slap of flesh against flesh was heavenly. She let out a moan and her legs twitched and straightened as her muscles tried to flex when the pleasure washed over her. The pulse of her internal muscles finally pushed Mingi out of her body and Yunho felt the odd sensation of them squeezing, though not around him as they usually did. He felt them flutter against the base of his cock as he continued to thrust in her from behind. Seating himself as deeply in her as he could and tucking her tightly against his chest, Yunho came, filling the condom in long spurts.

Though he wanted to stay like that for as long as she would have allowed, he carefully pulled himself out and removed the condom along with him. She let out a sound of surprise and quivered again as he removed himself. Suddenly, it felt as though she was emptier than she had ever been and she struggled with the need to pull them closer to make up for it. It was an odd and overwhelming feeling after such an intense experience. Mingi started to pull away, just to get up and start cleaning the mess they made since he had had the most time to recover, but she caught him, her fingers clawing at him with their confused desperation.

“Don’t go,” she told him with a muffled distress, the tone catching the ears of both boys. Mingi scooted close to her again and sent a look to Yunho, still panting behind her.

“Everything okay?” he breathed, rubbing his palm over her chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said a little too fast and with too high a pitch to her voice.

“Babe,” Mingi’s hand went to her face, stroking the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “Were we too rough? Does something hurt?”

“No,” she was quick to object. “I don’t know how to explain it. I just...don’t want to feel alone.” The boys looked at each other, blinking at her somewhat baffling answer.

“We’re right here,” Yunho soothed, giving her an extra squeeze as he did. “We just wanted to clean up a little, love.”

“I know,” She admitted, looking down a little.

“If I promise not to let you go,” Yunho proposed. “Can we move into the bath?”

After a moment she let her fingers drop from where they clung to Mingi and she nodded. Without a word, Mingi slipped away to start running the bath. Yunho held her, tucking her body tightly against his in the moment he gave Mingi to get things started in their bathroom. He rocked her gently, slipping his other arm under and around her as he whispered words of love into the quiet room. Finally he could feel her relax against him a little and he decided it was best to carry her to the bathroom, rather than ask her to walk back there with him. Standing up, he lifted her into his arms, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist. She looped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck as he made his way down the hall.

The tub was half full by the time they got there and Mingi was in the shower rinsing himself off quickly. He poked his head out when he heard Yunho enter, still worried about their girl. Yunho stepped carefully into the large tub and lounged against the back of the tub as best he could, still holding her tightly against him. She didn’t say anything, but ever so slowly began to settle down in his arms until she seemed to almost go slack. Yunho gently dribbled water down her back where it was above the line of the water, trying to gently wash her without disturbing her.

Mingi, having finished his shower and gotten them all something warm to drink, returned to find her draped over Yunho’s chest as he carefully cupped water onto her back. Mingi set the drinks down, offering one to Yunho before kneeling down on the tiles beside the tub. Yunho, more thirsty than he had thought, downed a few gulps before passing the cup back to Mingi. Unencumbered by another body on him, Mingi decided it would be easiest for him to help by washing her as much as he could without disturbing her. He sponged down her back and along her upper arms, surprised that she didn’t really react, even to look at him.

Is she asleep, Mingi mouthed, catching Yunho’s eyes. Yunho placed his palm against her back to feel the rhythm of her breathing. It was slow and steady, seeming to indicate that she had, indeed, fallen asleep against him.

“What should we do?” Yunho asked, trying to get a view of her face, though it was tucked tightly in against the crook of his neck.

“Get her clean and tuck her in bed, I guess,” Mingi shrugged. Yunho could only agree, letting his hand move under the water to the apex of her thighs to swish and rinse her clean as best he could from that angle. She didn’t move as he gave her a light wash, only protesting slightly when he shifted her to pass her to Mingi who wrapped her wet body in one of their towels.

Mingi placed her in their bed and tucked her in under the covers before climbing in beside her. He pulled the comb out of her hair and slipped the necklace from her neck, putting both of them on the bedside table for the night. He spiraled her hair up and over the pillows in the hopes of keeping it out of the way for the night. Yunho emerged from the bathroom, clean and dry as Mingi finally settled down, spooning against her side. Yunho turned out the lights then joined them, pulling the covers high over all of them.

“Thank you for giving us so much,” Yunho whispered to her in the dark. “Thank you for giving all of yourself to us.” On the other side of her, Mingi gently nuzzled her cheek, giving it a little kiss before closing his eyes. Yunho reached across her, taking one of Mingi’s hand in his before finally letting his own eyes close. 

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I've noticed while I'm an angst magnet who occasionally wanders in fluffier directions my niche really seems to be in writing characters with mental health issues and oddly enough I never even intended it?

Jim having anxiety is a given of course, he does in canon, so it's not all that surprising my brain wandered off one afternoon wondering what would happen if he didn't have his support network after being bathtubbed. That one became Ghosts he left behind where we've had stress induced disassociation, dysphoria about his new body plus his fight with anxiety and panic attacks WHICH GIVEN HOW CHAPTER 3 ENDED he's tipping well into breaking point territory making it all the more critical they get hold of him before he completely gives into the monster he's terrified of being. He's fighting it with everything in his arsenal though, the biggest problem is he's been caught in a spiral of awful that is messing with his memories causing him to second guess and has no means of seeing a way out via someone he trusts so it only digs in deeper. Having been in one of these I've drawn on my own experience and they are godawful, this is the perfect storm for Jim to be hit by one and boy is it.

Plot aside in general nobody treats his anxiety as a funny personality quirk or Jim being dramatic, it's completely normalised and steps are in place to help when it has a !! moment which is a rarity in all fiction honestly? There has been a mention that he was on medication but the Darklands incident caused a "hiccup" in how effective they were, Toby mentioning he's particularly worried about that because something really must have freaked him out to not even contact Barbara from past experiences and Claire had been taught some CBT techniques as well. Brain having stupid moments is part of Jim that does not have an easy fix but you can be given means to cope which I hope other anxiety sufferers reading can appreciate. I've seen more than a few that just give him anxiety and either write it badly or he's the only one in the world who seems to and everyone else just ignores it.

Sensory overload has popped up a couple times as well which is another thing I get that does generally need specific circumstances to trigger depending on what your own flavour is. My BIG one is sound and Jim having heightened senses now is discovering how much they suck because it's all new and people are so noisy without realising it. This is part of the reason he keeps bolting for the same place in the woods: It's a lot quieter there and while anxiety brain will still kick off at least so many voices or strong smells from cars and general human habitation that don't seem to stop can't overwhelm his senses there. One less thing to worry about in an ocean of pear shape.

Sliiiight spoiler for As long as there are stars in the sky chapter 3 but Douxie has one here too because of extreme circumstances: Shunted in and out the Void with no warning (Thanks Kanjigar), the existing stress of the situation upped even more by being outted and worry for those outside plus he hadn't realised his bond with Archie got temporarily disrupted so he got slammed HARD with the panic belatedly when back in the Forge. The last was one thing too many, he hit the floor leaving familiar and Zoe to spring into action to ease him through it as it's one of the worst places it could have happened. It's not treated like a surprise to their party because they know him so well and recognise the signs and that it's very different from injury or panic attack because of that all important normalisation again whereas the trolls understandably have no idea . They're gonna need to come up with something suitable to explain it away without anyone finding out they're magic users sure but that is about pat and parcel of the hilarious mess that is this plot.

In Heart of Glass chapter 1 Douxie ended up having a straight up disassociation moment because one of his trauma triggers was (Unintentionally of course) mentioned and his brain just noped out the conversation breaking a pen in the process. How you react when one comes up is unpredictable at the best of times, he ended up going that route because he was already stressed while doing his best to hide that fact as much as possible essentially causing a bsod moment when the limit was shot through in an instant. The thing was even before it happened Archie sensed there was a potential incident waiting to happen and was trying to calm him down which unfortunately didn't work. That said his presence there helped him ease into the other side because even in his worst moments his familiar means safety able to keep alert for danger while being cuddled the shit out of. It had the added bonus of showing how close their bond is as well as just how traumatised the bean is in that verse centuries on without a laundry list of hows and whys.

I'm not sure where it falls under really but there's the touch averse thing that all variants of Douxie I write AU or not share. If it's on his terms or he knows/trusts you it's fine, if it's unexpected or he doesn't know who you are there is always that hitch of panic and looking for a polite out. Why? It can very quickly turn into a grab, the associations of being snatched up by knights or anyone else he's run into over the years remains firmly embedded in the Not Good category. Somewhat ironic when if he's comfortable he's a very touchy person and a hugger but that is of course on his own terms not anyone else's. Some trauma you simply cannot age away from, it’s stuck for life.

ANYWAY TANGENT ASIDE more mental health issues and reactions to trauma being normalised in the world they exist in and given the respect they deserve and not treated like a character trait please. If you can have a character be gay or Trans (Meeeee blatantly hinting Jim is Trans without saying he is is because it'd make no sense to in context is fun) or something like dyslexia without everyone making a big deal out of it you can have someone with anxiety without treating it like "oh they're just anxious lol". I write it myself in the hopes that it might help at least one person understand what it's like or better yet another see somebody writing it that understands what it's like and isn't using it for cheap shock value. I have to put up with all this shit it's about time it does something useful.

[babeejeon]

Downy

Author note:

Guess who has their semester break?

Meeeee!

I have time, I have inspiration, so here is what comes next…

I just wrote some lovely drabble for kook, I hope you would enjoy it.

Word Count: 1613

-Jungkook fluffy drabble-

After returning from your business trip, first thing you wanted to do is going to grocery shop. Right after your plane landed and you got your luggage. You have nothing in fridge, your shampoo and fabric softener is running out. So, you put your luggage to your car and started to drive to supermarket nearby your house. After parking your car, you enter the supermarket and take a shopping cart.

 Wandering around the racks you put everything which catches your eyes to the cart. You also didn’t forget to put the things in your shopping list.

 You love grocery shopping in a kind of funny way. Working as a project manager in a big company and considering your age you have nothing but a dull life. You love your job, yes you did. But that doesn’t change the fact that it is sometimes too formal, too boring, too dull. You have a lot of responsibilities, you are always in rush, you are so busy. But grocery shopping gives you domestic vibes. Not that you are doing it with your family or boyfriend, actually your family lives in another city and you don’t have a boyfriend. You are doing it all alone but its still peaceful, looking at other people shopping with their loved ones and dreaming same thing for yourself in the future just makes you smile.

 After stuffing your cart with things more than you need, you started to drag your cart towards cash point. At that moment you realized that you forget to get your fabric softener, so you drag your cart towards that section.

When you look at the racks of your favourite softener, you realized there is only one left.

 Weird!

You thought. But since it’s the last, you tried to be fast to grab it.But at the same time another hand grabbed it just like you did. Your eyes meet with the stranger.

 “I grabbed it first!” you both said at the same time. Your eyes went bigger.

 “Look I just came here after 8 hours flight and I need this.” You said impatiently.

 “This is the third store I am visiting. I am sorry but I can’t let you get it.” He said.

 “I can’t understand it. Why on the earth Downy is out of stock all of sudden?” you said annoyed. He averted his eyes from yours.

 “I, ugh..I don’t know but I just need to get this. I am sorry!” he mumbled and quickly grabbed the bottle. He was about to go with it, but you were quick to catch his arm.

 “Hey! Who said you can get it?” you said. His face dropped and he handed the bottle to you.

“You are right, it wouldn’t be so kind of me.” He said and turn his back and left the store. You looked after his back, all like that, dumbfounded.

 I didn’t mean I would get it..

You thought. Taking your shopping cart, you went to cash point and pay them. After bringing what you bought to your car, you grabbed the bottle. Opening its cap, you smelled the soft scent. The boy from grocery store was on your mind and you were feeling bad for it. Grabbing your phone, you searched ‘downy’ on internet.

 ‘Downy sold out in Korea after BTS’ Jungkook mentioned it in his Fancafe chat’

 After reading the article, you searched for the boy. For some reason he seems very familiar. You heard about the band, but you never listened them or something.

 Weird.

You thought. His band members weren’t familiar but he was pretty familiar.

 Anyways, his fans must be crazy. How could they make it sold out? Wait, was the boy from supermarket also his fan? Aw, if yes you would feel bad for taking it.

 ***

When you arrived home, you quickly put the groceries into cupboard and fridge. After that you took a hot shower and took a nap without even drying your hair. Exhaustion took all your body, so you find your self in the arms of sleep.

 When you wake up from your nap you run the washing machine. While putting your fabric softener, he comes to your mind. He was wearing oversized grey hoodie and matching grey sweatpants. His hood was on and he has black mask on his face. He was looking the way too cuddly in that outfit. You couldn’t help but dream how lovely it would be to cuddle him.

 Next few minutes you were staring into ceiling and dreaming. When you come back to your senses you mentally slapped yourself and went to your kitchen to cook some dinner for yourself.

***

You opened your eyes at 8am. Other people have Monday syndrome but you have it for Friday. You have your motivation and goals on Mondays, but you feel so exhausted and reluctant to go work on Fridays. And you definitely don’t feel different on this Friday morning.

 You opened your phone to check the weather forecast and messages.

Wow! Only message I get is from my boss.

You thought when you see only your boss’ name on your messages. Clicking unwillingly to the message, you mentally prepared yourself for what is written in that message.

 “Morning Y/N!

I am sorry for not giving you this break for earlier, but you did great job last weekend in the business trip. You are free today. I know one day break is not too big, but we need you at work too much. So I decided to give it on Friday, your least favourite day in week 🤭🤭🤭  , so you can have three days with the weekend.”

 You reread the message. Because you can’t believe it. Because your boss never gives breaks unless it is too urgent. She even asks the reason several times if someone wants to use their leave for absence.

 You felt extremely happy and decided to have your breakfast in your favourite coffee shop in down street. Quickly taking your shower and getting ready, you left home after fifteen minutes. It was only half past eight in the morning but walking on the street in not-so-formal clothes and not heading to your office, you were more than happy.

 You walked slowly and didn’t forget to examine the people and life around. Every morning you were in too rush that you don’t even realise it’s almost spring.

 ***

 You arrived the coffee shop in ten minutes. There is a little bit queue, so you decided to quickly join it. When it’s finally the turn of the person in front of you, you were eagerly looking at the person. Not that you are a stalker but because you were waiting for him to finish his order so you can order yours. But when you saw his eyes, you felt a very unfamiliar and weird feeling in your stomach.

He looks like the boy from supermarket, the one who loves Downy. You weren’t sure but perhaps it might be him. You were feeling strong desire to talk him, but you just don’t have the courage.

 A few minutes later it was your turn so you ordered quickly and approach to the place where they give your order in a tray. He was waiting there too. You keep glancing at him but when the barista gave your orders before his you had no chance but go to your table.

 You pout while looking at your cupcake. But when someone sit in front of you without asking, your attention goes there.

However, when you see the person you never even expect to sit with you, your eyes went bigger and all of your words disappeared. He giggled and gave you a big smile. He was wearing a mask like the other day, but his smile was obvious from his cheekbones.

 “I thought it would be okay for me to sit with you. Since you were glancing at me in every 2 seconds and I thought you have something to tell me.” He said in a teasing manner.

 You blushed at his words and giggled. You wanted to say something in reply, but nothing comes to your mind.

 “I wanted to ask you if you are his fanboy?” you blurted out. His eyes went bigger in confusion.

 “Whose fanboy?” he asked.

 “Ugh, what was his name? The one who mentioned Downy and caused it to be sold out. I can’t remember his name.” you said.

 “Ah! You mean Jungkook. But why are you asking, you don’t seem like his fan?” he asked.

 “Yes, I am not. I mean I don’t know about them except their name. But I just asked because you looked like you wanted that Downy too much. So, I felt bad when you gave it to me and the after reading the article, I thought you were his fan.” You said.

 “Cute!” he said. This time, you looked at him with confusion. It was his turn to blush.

 “I mean the idea of his fanboy buying Downy. But no, I am not his fan.” He giggled. You smiled at the scene.

 “Would you like to go on a date with me after eating our orders? We can walk around the Han River, maybe we can cycle, too.” He asked out of sudden. You blushed at the thousandth time today at his words.

 “I would love. But why so sudden?” you asked.

 “Because you are cute.” He said.

 END

 PS: Three minutes later when you asked him if he plans to eat his order with his mask, you find out about his little secret and why he is not Jungkook’s fan. He said, it would be so narcissist of him.

[itsalliepg]

Domestic Life (Drabbles) -  Zig x Scarlett (MC) - Part 2

SUMMARY: An anthology about the life of Zig and Scarlett (MC) in their apartment.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 2.198 in total, divided into 6 drabbles 

NOTE: Hey! Here’s my second entry for Favorite LI Week about my OTP Zig Ortega and Scarlett Thomas (MC). I got the ideas from this post here. The first six are here and I’ll post the others still this week. I’ve already written some drabbles before, click here to read.

English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog! 

Tagging: @kinkykingliam @mfackenthal  @maxwells-nut @seawhite-seafair@molly7998 @ziggy-o @purpledinosaur4ever @writtenbycandy @chenchen731 @thatspicegirlssong @christopher-powell

- Person A waking up to person B cooking breakfast. Person A hugs them from behind, gives them a smooch and whispers a soft “Good morning” in their ear. Person B smiles and replies with a “Good morning”. Words: 335

On a Saturday morning, Zig woke up with the sun warming his face. He rolled over on the bed and saw that Scarlett wasn’t there. After stretching up, he kicked off the blankets and stood up. When he left the room, a noise in the kitchen denoted Scarlett was making breakfast. While she put some raw dough into the waffle maker, he placed behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

           _Good morning, beautiful – he whispered.

           _Good morning, handsome – she turned her face to him, smiling, and kissed him passionately – the courier delivered my new waffle machine today!

           _Today? And how couldn’t I hear the bell?

           _I don’t know. I wanted to wake you up to see it, I was crazy to test it but you were sleeping so soundly, and I didn’t want to bother you. Sorry to leave you in bed.

           _Hey, I’m not complaining, it’s good to wake up and find breakfast ready – he kissed her again.

           _What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t make such a surprise to my wonderful boyfriend? – she put a piece of waffle with maple syrup in his mouth – what’s the verdict? – he pretended to think deeply as he chewed.

           _You’re the best girlfriend in the world.

           _Thanks, but I was talking about the waffle – they laughed.

            _I know, I was just messing with you – he nuzzled his nose on hers – this waffle maker was one of the best things you ever bought.

           _I told you! Now I just need to set the table, make coffee and we can eat – she turned to him again – can you help me?

           _What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make coffee for my wonderful girlfriend? – he kissed her temple and she giggled, then left her and went to the expresso machine.

           _Well, you being a barista, probably the worst boyfriend in the world – they laughed and had a lively conversation that morning while they had breakfast.

 - Person A making a grocery list for person B. Person A writes a small note of how much they love person B each time. It never fails to make B smile. Words: 292

           Scarlett came back home after her classes that morning. She opened the apartment door and saw Zig sitting at the kitchen’s table, writing in a little notebook.

           _Hey, Zig! – she greeted and walked over to him, who lifted his face to kiss her – what are you doing?

           _I noticed our fridge and cabinets a little empty – he showed her the grocery list he was writing – but I’ll have to work now, one of the guys can’t go work today. So I was wondering if you could go to the grocery…you can go by car, and I’ll walk to the campus.

           _Of course! I have a meeting with Reyna about the newspaper this afternoon and I can go later.

           _Perfect. You’re awesome – he got to his feet and kissed her again – I made some noodles for lunch, is in that pot on the stove – he grabbed his backpack and his keys – I’ll see you tonight, babe.

           _Have a nice day. I’m going to cook a dinner for us tonight – they shared a smile and Zig left the apartment. Scarlett put the food on a plate and sat down at the table. While she ate, she read the list. A little note at the end caught her eye: “Take a last look if I have forgotten something, as I did so many times before. But one thing I don’t forget is that I love you, my princess”. Scarlett grinned. He also never forgot to write those little notes for her. That’s why she always let him make the grocery list, even forgetting to write something every time. While she looked at the fridge and the cabinets, she took her phone and texted him: “You forgot the eggs. And I love you too, my angel”.

 - Person A is working late. They come home to person B sleeping on the couch with 3 empty cups of coffee close to them. Person B was waiting for person A to come home. Words: 305

           Zig entered the apartment slowly. The lights were off, but the TV was on in a newscast. He found Scarlett lying on the couch, sleeping, a blanket covering her. He noticed some dirty cups of coffee on the table in front of her. He smiled. He knew coffee had never been able to keep her awake.

           _Scarlett? – he whispered as he nudged her softly – Scarlett, I’m here – she woke up, and yawned.

           _Hey, Zig – she said in a sleepy voice – what time is it?

           _Nearly midnight – she startled.

           _Were you working so late?

           _Didn’t you received my text? – she picked up her phone on the table and saw a text from Zig saying that he had a problem in the coffee shop and would come home later.

           _I think I was already sleeping… - she rubbed her eyes – something happened?

           _Yes. I was supposed to get there at 10, but one of the machines broke and we lost almost two hours trying to fix. We need all the machines to work, or we’ll have a huge delay tomorrow – he stroked her hair – sorry for making you wait.

           _No problem, baby, it’s not your fault – she kissed him – but if you’re feeling guilty, I have an idea to make up for it.

           _Really? What? – he grinned.

           _I want you to take me to bed and cuddle with me until I fall asleep again.

           _This I can do – after another kiss, Zig took Scarlett into his arms and walked to the bedroom, and lay down beside her after undressing.

           _And so? Did you fix the machine?

           _Yes. We read the manual a thousand times but I found the problem and tomorrow morning it will be working – he told, proud.

           _My hero – she kissed him and tucked her head under his chin – good night, Zig.

           _Good night, Scarlett.

- It’s raining. Person A and B stay at home to do some spring cleaning. They put on some music and work, soft rain noises still hearable. Every now and then, they stop for a small kiss. Words: 456

           _It’s a pity that it’s raining – Scarlett said looking to the window covered with raindrops – we could make a picnic today.

           _Or, we could finally do that cleaning we’ve been putting off for so long – Zig approached her, hugging her from the behind – we need to clean the windows, the ceiling fan in the bedroom, the kitchen walls, vacuum and brush the rug, take off the curtains to take to the laundry...

           _Aw, we really need to do it? Couldn’t we just do a simple cleaning like last week? – she complained, and he giggled before kissing the top of her head.

           _Yes, we really need to do it. I can see a web on the ceiling. Soon the spiders will be Aylmer's friends – they looked at the lobster on Scarlett’s desk and smiled – but just because we need to work doesn’t mean it can’t be fun, we can put music, and talk while we work together – Scarlett sighed, and turned to Zig.

           _You now what? You’re right, let’s do it! – soon, they were cleaning the window of the living room, listening to Scarlett’s songs in her cellphone. She was singing happily to her favorite song – I’m in love with somebodddyyy, found someone who completes meeeee, I’m in love with somebodddyyy, oh yeaaaah, and it’s not you!

           _I didn’t know you could sing too, Scar – he nudged her.

           _Oh, no! I like to sing but that doesn’t mean I can do it well! – he giggled at her wide eyes and kissed her quickly.

           _You aren’t as bad as you think, baby – he winked and she rolled her eyes, smiling – this band is pretty nice, how did you say it’s called?

           _Halestorm. It’s my favorite rock band. After TBD, of course.

           _Totally agree. The Beatles are also my favorite after TBD – they chuckled, and noticed the sound of the raindrops hitting the glass – this rain won’t stop so soon ... I just had another idea ...

           _Really? What?

           _Who said we can’t have a picnic here, in the living room?

           _Good idea! But let’s do it before I vacuum the rug, please – he laughed.

           _Fair enough – Zig bent to kiss Scarlett – you’re adorable, you know that? – she flushed slightly and patted his nose with the rag she was using to dry the window.

           _So do you – suddenly, another song started playing – hey, I love this song!

           _We can make a duo – he grabbed the flask of glass cleaner and pretended it was a microphone – don’t go breaking my heart…

           _I couldn’t if I tried… - she did the same with a broom.

           _Honey, if I get restless…

           _Baby, you’re not that kind… - holding hands and still singing and smiling, they went to the room to continue cleaning.

- It’s not only raining, but there is thunder! It’s late and person B is terribly scared of thunder. Person A hugs them closely, calming them down. Person B falls asleep in their arms. Words: 405

           _Mmm…the rain is coming – Zig said looking at the window. He and Scarlett were sitting on the bed. He was reading and she was filing her nails, but a loud noise made her wince and look for her rag doll.

           _Can you…close the window, please? – she hugged the doll and snuggled into the bed.

           _Scarlett…are you scared? – he arched an eyebrow.

           _No, I’m not – she did her best to disguise her tremble voice, but he noticed she was lying.

           _Oh, my God, you are! – Scarlett blushed deeply.

           _Fine, I am! Thunder really scares me! – she buried her face in the pillow – go ahead, make fun of me, I know it’s ridiculous – Zig leaned over and kissed her head.

           _I’m not making fun of you, I’m just worried, Scarlett – she turned her head to face him, and he smiled – look, I’m going to close the window and hold you until the storm is over, okay? – she nodded, and he kissed her forehead before getting up and closing the window and the curtains. Zig turned off the lights and lay back on the bed, pulling Scarlett comfortably into his arms. He could feel her muscles relaxing – better?

           _Much better – she sighed, relieved – it’s a childhood trauma. When I was little, during a storm, a thunder made a tree in front of my house fall. The noise was so loud, and the tree also burned, it was so scary…

           _I can imagine that – he kissed her cheek – but let’s change the subject for something happier – he pointed to the doll in her arms – where did you get this?

           _Her name’s Giovanna, she was made in Italy and my grandma gave to me for Christmas when I was five. When I’m scared or nervous, I like to hug her and remember nonna – she smiled – I still can remember her voice calling me bambola, doll in Italian…

           _Is that why she gave you this doll? – Zig also smiled as he saw Scarlett calmer.

           _Yes, she’s always called me like that, since I was a baby. And as a tribute, I named my doll after her – they kept a cheerful conversation, and Scarlett even forgot the thunder. After a long time, she fell asleep still hugging Giovanna and wrapped in Zig’s arms. He kissed her temple and snuggled even closer to her.

           _You may be your grandma’s bambola, but you’ll always be my princess – he whispered before fall asleep as well.

- It’s not only raining, but there is thunder! It’s late and person B is terribly scared of thunder. Person A hugs them closely, calming them down. Person B falls asleep in their arms. Words: 405

           _Mmm…the rain is coming – Zig said looking at the window. He and Scarlett were sitting on the bed. He was reading and she was filing her nails, but a loud noise made her wince and look for her rag doll.

           _Can you…close the window, please? – she hugged the doll and snuggled into the bed.

           _Scarlett…are you scared? – he arched an eyebrow.

           _No, I’m not – she did her best to disguise her tremble voice, but he noticed she was lying.

           _Oh, my God, you are! – Scarlett blushed deeply.

           _Fine, I am! Thunder really scares me! – she buried her face in the pillow – go ahead, make fun of me, I know it’s ridiculous – Zig leaned over and kissed her head.

           _I’m not making fun of you, I’m just worried, Scarlett – she turned her head to face him, and he smiled – look, I’m going to close the window and hold you until the storm is over, okay? – she nodded, and he kissed her forehead before getting up and closing the window and the curtains. Zig turned off the lights and lay back on the bed, pulling Scarlett comfortably into his arms. He could feel her muscles relaxing – better?

           _Much better – she sighed, relieved – it’s a childhood trauma. When I was little, during a storm, a thunder made a tree in front of my house fall. The noise was so loud, and the tree also burned, it was so scary…

           _I can imagine that – he kissed her cheek – but let’s change the subject for something happier – he pointed to the doll in her arms – where did you get this?

           _Her name’s Giovanna, she was made in Italy and my grandma gave to me for Christmas when I was five. When I’m scared or nervous, I like to hug her and remember nonna – she smiled – I still can remember her voice calling me bambola, doll in Italian…

           _Is that why she gave you this doll? – Zig also smiled as he saw Scarlett calmer.

           _Yes, she’s always called me like that, since I was a baby. And as a tribute, I named my doll after her – they kept a cheerful conversation, and Scarlett even forgot the thunder. After a long time, she fell asleep still hugging Giovanna and wrapped in Zig’s arms. He kissed her temple and snuggled even closer to her.

           _You may be your grandma’s bambola, but you’ll always be my princess – he whispered before fall asleep as well.

- Person B’s white shirt ends up in the wrong section of the dirty clothes for the washer, sorted by person A. Their white shirt is now a colored mess. Person A apologizes deeply, even though person B isn’t mad at all. Person B cannot help but wonder how he fell in love with this dork. Words: 398

           _Scarlett… - Zig entered the room with his hands behind his back. Scarlett looked up from her laptop, and noticed a strange look on his face.

           _Zig, what happened? – she asked worriedly, and set her laptop aside.

           _Something happened when I was washing clothes today, but it was an accident – he revealed what he was hiding: one of her shirts, once white, was now all stained with different colors – I swear I didn’t see how it ended up with the colorful clothes! – he said, his head bowed.

           _Oh, Zig, that’s okay – she said sweetly.

           _That’s not okay, Scarlett! It was one of your favorite shirts and I screw it! I’m so sorry…

           _Baby, really, no problem – she stood up and took the shirt from his hands – it’s not too bad, maybe I can still use it.

           _You’re kidding, right? – his eyes widened – now we can use it only as a floor cloth – Zig ran his hands through his hair – I’m so, so sorry, Scarlett…

           _Zig, I already said everything is okay…

           _I can buy you a new shirt, it's going to be the first thing I'm going to buy once I receive my salary.

           _Don’t worry… - she giggled.

           _Scarlett, you’re mad at me, aren’t you? – he took her hands – you can say, be honest with me, please.

           _Fine, Zig! I’m so mad at you! – she almost shouted, pretending anger – you ruined my shirt and now I want to kill you! And you’re also a dork who can’t stop apologizing even when I say it’s okay! Your luck is that you’re handsome, otherwise I don’t know how I’d fall in love with you – she arched an eyebrow to him and he smiled sheepishly.

           _I’m really a dork, aren’t I?

           _The biggest I know – Scarlett stroked his cheek fondly – did you really think I’d fight with you over of a shirt? – they shared a grin and Zig hugged her – but hey, if you want to give me a new shirt I won’t complain – he laughed and held her tighter.

           _And I’m the dork one – she turned her head to face him and caught his lips in a passionate kiss – I love you.

           _I love you too – they smiled again – now stop apologizing and let’s make some popcorn, come here to watch a movie with me?

           _Sure – after a quick kiss they left the room and walked to the kitchen.

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7- “I thought you loved me.”

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“Staring out the window again, Semi-san?” A voice came, snapping Semi out of his daydreaming. He looked to see his English teacher and the whole class staring at him. “I hope whatever is happening outside is a lot more important than my english lesson! Turning around, face forward and pay attention!”

Some of the students giggled as Semi sighed and turned back toward the lesson. “Yeah, sorry.”

The lesson continued, but Semi could barely pay attention to the lesson. The past few days have been rough on him and it wasn’t because of training surprisingly. It had nothing to do with volleyball or school, but because of someone. The person he has had a crush on since last year; Semi had finally urged the courage to tell him how he felt. 

“I’m sorry, Eita. But I do not love you, I only see you as a friend.” Ushijima had replied with the words Semi had hoped he never thought he would have heard. 

“Oh,” Semi’s voice going soft. “Oh I-I see.” 

His heart broke as he watched Ushijima walk away from him, but his captain turned around. “Remember, we have practice until five-thirty. Meet by the school gates.”

And he walked away. 

Of course that flashback would be playing in his mind again during class! Why wouldn’t it? Tears were threatening to spill over at any minute during class, in front of all his classmates and English teacher to see how broken he was. Yeah tough man Semi, the one with the anger issue and also the one who was replaced by a second year, crying because the man he loved didn’t love him.

Semi was exhausted both mentally and physically, he couldn’t sleep because that damn moment kept playing in his dreams! He didn’t want to be reminded of that moment, no one would. So he didn’t sleep. Did anyone notice the bags under his eyes, no actually because Semi covered them up makeup he got at the local convenience store. But everyone would see them if the tears actually started to fall, so he held them back. 

He made a note to go back to the store to see if they have waterproof.

English ended and their ten minute break began, students began to chat and put away their notes before the next class began. Semi laid his head down, trying to maybe rest his eyes just a little bit before the next class started.

“OH SEMISEMI!” 

‘Of fucking course.’ The setter raised his head to see Tendou entering his class and oh so happily bouncing over to him. “Yes, Satori?”

“After practice we’re all going out for shabu shabu tonight!” Tendou announced. “Jin’s treating since he found out he got into Kyoto University!”

“He did? That’s great, but I don’t know if I’m up to going out tonight. I’ve been tired lately.” Semi responded while rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t lying, it was just well���he really didn’t want to see Ushijima at the moment.

“Ah come on SemiSemi! It’s going to be fun! We haven’t been able to spend that much time with Jin lately because he’s been studying like crazy for his entrance exam!” Tendou has a point. since the beginning of their third year, Jin’s been studying for the entrance exam for his first university of choice and because of that, the moment practice was let out, he was off to study. 

Semi had to accept because graduating was just a few months away and that meant everyone would be going their own ways. Plus, how could Semi refuse a free meal.

“Yeah okay I’ll be there. What time?”

“GREAT! It’ll be after training so like…six? We’re all going to be meeting by the gates!”

“Okay, i’ll be there.” He wish he didn’t have to be there.

The dinner was going well, it was actually a lot of fun. The shabu shabu is delicious; Jin said him and his study group came here often after a long session, and being with the team was great. Everyone was chatting and laughing about who knows what. 

But of all things, Semi was sitting right next to Ushijima. He thinks Tendou, who knew that Ushijima was his crush, planned that out. But the middle blocker actually didn’t know Semi had already confessed and was denied, so he couldn’t be mad at him. Semi was enjoying dinner, but wished he wasn’t sitting next to Ushijima. 

Semi didn’t speak much, only speaking up when a question or someone was talking to him. Other then that, he just ate. He almost seemed out of it, not even hearing when Tendou poked fun at him. That was strange, but the others just assumed that Semi was just ignoring Tendou, which even the middle blocker thought.

“SEMISEMI PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEE!” Tendou draped his arms around Semi, who snapped out of his daze and looked at Tendou.

“Satori what the hell!”

“Don’t ignore me when I poke fun at you.” He pouted.

“I didn’t even hear you.”

“Bullshit!” 

“Whoa the tables have turned!” Yamagata laughed as the others also laughed. “Eita is acting like Satori and Satori is acting like Eita! Who would thought we’d see that day!”

Everyone thought it was a joke, but one person thought otherwise.

On the way back to the dorms, the team still debating if they should actually return to the dorms or go for ice cream. Tendou of course, voting for ice creaming since he ran out and was going through chocolate ice cream withdrawals, which apparently was a thing. While they were debating, Semi stayed in the back of the group. He didn’t care what they decided, either way he was going back to the dorms for another long night of no sleep. He rubbed his eyes, flinching when Yamagata screamed about something. Wasn’t their a noise restraint or something, weren’t they suppose to be quiet?

“Have you been getting enough sleep, Eita?” Ushijima suddenly asking, making Semi jump! 

“Where did you come from?!” Semi asked, his heart racing a mile a minute! Seriously when did Ushijima come to the back?! He could have sworn the captain was at the front just a minute ago.

“It was getting to rough up there so I came back here.” Ushijima replied. Oh well…that made plenty of sense. “Though I’m wondering why you aren’t there.”

“I don’t want too. Either way, I’m going back to the dorms, I’m tired. And to answer your question, yes I have been getting enough sleep. It’s just been a long day.”

“I see.” 

They didn’t say anything else afterwards and just following the others who continued to debate on the dorms or ice cream. They couldn’t seem to make up their minds and were now in a new debate. Ushijima and Semi just stopped and watched them- well Ushijima did. Semi looked in other directions and paid no attention to them.

“Eita, can I ask you a question.” Ushijima asked.

“Yeah sure.” He really wasn’t in the mood for a question, but he took it anyway.

“Have you been avoiding us?”

“…Why are you asking me that?” Semi asked as he turned back while raising an eyebrow.

“Well Satori thinks you have. Did we do something wrong?”

‘Oh yeah I have been actually! I’ve been avoiding YOU because I don’t want to be reminded that you broke my heart. Oh yes of course, can’t you see that you dense idiot!’ 

“No.”

“Are you sure? Because the others are worried that we did something to upset you.”

“No. Everything is fine. I’ve just being going back to the dorms after training to go to sleep earlier.” Semi responded as he looked to Ushijima and gave a small smile. “Everything is fine.”

“But what about during lunch? You haven’t been eating with us for the past week and that’s why the others and myself have been wondering that.” Damn it, Semi didn’t have a reason.

“Well I-I just haven’t been really hungry lately.”

“Have you been eating?”

“Yes.”

“But we don’t see you in the cafeteria for lunch or dinner.” 

‘Just please stop.’

“My grandma brought over some of her cooking last week when she came to visit so I’ve been eating that.” Semi replied, that wasn’t a lie. His Grandmother did come to visit him and did bring some food over. 

“Oh that is right. She did come by last week. How has she been?”

‘It’s getting too much.’

“Good. She’s planning to go to the Akira Prefecture with a few of her friends. Going for the hot springs.” Semi responded.

“Ah Akira is nice. I’ve heard good things about their hot springs.”

‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!’

“OI! WE’RE GOING FOR ICE CREAM!” Someone shouted, Semi didn’t hear who it was.

“They’ve finally made a decision.”

‘JUST PLEASE STOP TALKING TO ME!’ 

Semi looked at Ushijima, expecting him to ask if he was really going to the dorms or if he wanted to join them for ice cream. But instead, he saw Ushijima’s surprising expression on his face. What was that face about?

“Eita? Are you crying?” 

Huh? What in the world was he talking about? He wasn’t crying…or so he thought until he touched his face. His cheeks are wet, how did that happened? When did that happened? When had he started to cry? 

Guess his emotions were finally coming out.

“I-I…I guess I am.” Semi answered, wiping his eyes.

“Eita,” Ushijima placed his hands on Semi’s shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m here to listen to you.”

“…You wouldn’t understand what I’m feeling.” The setter responded as he shook his head.

“Try me.”

“You won’t understand.”

“But I’m here to listen. You’re my friend and I’m concerned about you.”

Friend, that word stung him in the chest. How it pains him to hearing that from Ushijima.

“Eita please, talk to me. I’ve been worried about you this past week. What is wrong?” Ushijima’s voice sounded desperate, Semi had never heard his tone like that before. Semi felt the tears gather more in his eyes as he looked up at Ushijima.

“I’m just having family problems that all. Mom wants me to go study in Osaka for law, but my Dad wants me to go to Tokyo for business and they’re both pressuring me to give up volleyball to go now either route. They’re not listening to me on what I want to do and Grandma has been trying to get them to listen, but they aren’t listening like usual. It’s always about what they want and what I don’t want. They’re even fighting about it because they both think they know what’s best for me and they don’t.” Semi lied (well that wasn’t a lie, but both his parents did want him to go to Osaka for law and they weren’t fighting).

Ushijima sighed in relief and let go of one of Semi’s shoulders, squeezing the other one. “I see. So it’s the usual and it’s getting to you?”

“Yeah…basically. I’ll be okay though, I haven’t really made a decision yet.” Semi replied while rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wish I could help, but that is a decision for you to make. I hope you will make the decision that is right for you.” Ushijima replied as Semi nodded.

“Yeah I hope too.” 

“OI! WHAT ARE YOU TWO WAITING FOR! LET’S GO!” Yamagata shouted after realizing they were missing two. 

“Oh? Is it finally happening?” Tendou asked he poked his head over Reon’s shoulder.

“What’s happening? Reon asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Is SemiSemi finally confessing to Wakatoshi-kun?” He asked as the others looked at him in shock.

“Wait what?” Shirabu asked with eyes widen. Tendou then realized what he had just said.

“Eh…uh oops. I didn’t mean to say that.” The red-head nervously laughed, but stopped when he saw Ushijima walking towards them. Without Semi. “Oh no.”

Semi watched as Ushijima walked away. Semi couldn’t tell him the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t make their friendship even more awkward, even if the captain didn’t see it that way. Ushijima turned around one more time.

“Eita, are you coming?”

“Yeah. I am.” His feet felt heavy as they moved. Ushijima turned around and continued to walk toward the group, but Semi stopped again. The tears that had gathered up started to fall.

“I’m sorry, Wakatoshi. I just…I thought you loved me.” Semi whispered.

[noddleboy]

This is ENTIRELY unreasonable, yes I took 70mg of Adderall but that was at 2 this afternoon, it should at least be starting to wear off now at 11:30pm. Nicotine doesn't make it go away, just makes it a little less sharp, but I spent my last $5 on cigarettes that I thought would be cheaper, turns out they're 2 cents cheaper and fucking disgusting, I can't even smoke a whole one, even half makes me gag. I might be able to panhandle Monday after this coming one and get $5 for a pack that's apparently the only thing I can smoke, but until then I'm SUFFERING. I can't just not smoke, I'm a fucking addict and don't have any other drugs to get me through the withdrawal, but I hate smoking these so much. I'll try to smoke as few as possible so I can give the rest to my bf since he likes them, but I'm gonna suffer. I'll try to control my mood swings and irritability as much as possible so I don't piss off the sweet wonderful family that's been kind enough to take me in for spring break, but the physical symptoms are just gonna be an unavoidable bitch. Anyway please talk to me, or at least give me explicit permission to talk to you, otherwise I'll just drive myself insane by not talking or I'll overshare all over my own blog. I have made a few insignificant mistakes with only short term consequences, but it still fucking sucks. Help pls my dear followers, talk to meeeee or at least listen to my babbling so I'm only talking one person's ear off rather than all my followers at once. I know I'm definitely annoying myself by not being able to shut up, but I've been told that the babbling is not as obnoxious as I think. Am I insecure or do the drugs give me a short fuse? The answer is yes. Fuck.

[waveswordswhispers]

A Terrible Neighbour

HI HI HI I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG!!! I know I promised smut but I wanted to get this out first! Merry late Christmas and a Happy New Year @senren, @fairyfairypie, @yolkygoblin, @seitsuya, and @soukoku-writes!!!

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Dazai Osamu was the worst neighbour in the world and anyone who said otherwise was blessed to never have met him.

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Chuuya was going to kill his neighbour.

For gods sake it was only November second and he could hear the Christmas music blasting already. What an animal.

It wasn't like he hated Christmas, on the contrary, he loved it but for God's sake, there wasn't even snow on the ground yet.

"WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Chuuya shattered the glass in his hand.

Again, no complaints about the carolling but it wasn't even December, it was loud and full offence to his neighbour, he had a terrible singing voice.

"GOOD TIDINGS WE BRING TO YOU AND YOUR KIN, GOOD TIDINGS FOR CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

"SHUT UP!" Chuuya yelled, throwing his door open.

"HI!" his neighbour yelled back, tangled in lights. "Mind helping?" Chuuya's eye twitched.

He was disrupting the neighbourhood and he had the nerve to ask for help.

"GO DIE! AND SHUT UP!"

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In hindsight, Chuuya should have known that his neighbour would not just simply stop at singing at the top of his lungs during the day. He'd only moved in a month ago and his neighbour was nothing short of insane.

A week later, his point proven as he stared in horror at the flashing light show sprawled out across his neighbour's lawn, not including the lights plastered onto the house. Chuuya briefly wondered how Dazai had somehow managed to paste that many lights onto his house without killing himself since Dazai seemed to always be getting into accidents before remembering his current predicament.

His neighbour had chosen exactly when Chuuya was drifting off into sleep to blind him with the thousands of bright lights. So not only was his neighbour an asshole, he was obnoxious as well.

"OSAMU DAZAI I WILL FRY YOUR POWER SOURCE IF YOU DO NOT TURN YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS OFF!" Chuuya heard another neighbour screech and was eternally grateful for Yosano Akiko's terrifying personality for once as the lights plastered onto the house clicked off.

"Yosano-san, it looks good though!" Dazai protested.

"I DON'T CARE IF IT LOOKS LIKE A MASTERPIECE OR A DOG TURD, IT'S STILL TOO BRIGHT!"

"Chuuyaaaaaa," Dazai whined. "Help meeeee."

Chuuya flipped him the bird before waving the shears he had grabbed on the way out.

"YES, CUT THE ELECTRICAL CHORD PLEASE!" Yosano encouraged from across the street, her usually immaculate hair in a mess. "ALSO RUN HIM OVER WITH THAT NICE CAR OF YOURS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!"

The lights blinked off for a moment and Chuuya could hear Yosano sigh in relief before they came back at full force, even more on this time.

Yosano's frustrated scream split the air and Chuuya was grabbing his car keys.

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To be honest, Chuuya was willing to move again if it got him away from the one and only pain in the ass Dazai Osamu but he just didn't have the funds.

He had the motivation.

He was pretty sure no one was RUDE enough to use a snow blower loud enough to wake the dead at four in the morning.

Then again, this was Dazai.

Professional asshole and annoyance extraordinaire.

"TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!" Chuuya screamed out the window and Dazai shut off his snow blower for a moment, grinning up at Chuuya. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT AT FOUR IN THE MORNING?"

"Practical!"

"NO IT'S NOT! YOU'RE BEING A BASTARD! LITERALLY NO ONE IS GETTING SLEEP!" Dazai snickered, leaning against his snow blower.

"You see anyone else complaining?" he teased and Chuuya reached down to snatch some snow from his windowsill, balling it into a snowball and nailing Dazai in the face.

Dazai wiped the snow off of his face, bending over before quickly making his own, three snowballs sailing towards Chuuya within seconds.

Chuuya let out an enraged shriek, one snowball completely missing him and smashing into the wall beside his head, one zipping past his face into his house and the third smashing into his chest, ruining his perfectly good pyjamas.

That was it.

They were pyjamas from France gifted by Kouyou-nee.

Dazai was screwed.

Chuuya grabbed his coat and mittens, storming out the door.

He might not have been able to even reach Dazai's chin but he was an absolute terror when it came to snowball fights.

Game on.

Dazai snickered loudly, pretending to fall over in fright when Chuuya put on his mittens.

"Oh my, I'm so-HEY CHIBI, WAIT, WAIT!" Chuuya promptly shoved snow down Dazai's back, listening to satisfying scream Dazai uttered.

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"How the fuck are going to fit that into your house?" Chuuya snarled, wondering how Dazai was an actual detective in the police force.

First of all, he was incredibly dense at times.

Second of all, he just made really, really dumb choices.

Such as bringing home a real like tree for Christmas that stood taller than Dazai's ceiling.

"You're going to help!"

"You're going to ruin your ceiling," Chuuya deadpanned. "And your door. Maybe a couple of decorations. Who knows, with your track record."

Dazai pouted.

"You're so mean."

"I'm just stating the truth."

"You're not helping?"

Chuuya snorted and went back inside.

Bad choice.

Extremely bad choice.

His car alarm started blaring not ten minutes later and he sprinted back out only to find Dazai's stupid Christmas tree crushing his car.

"Uhhhh," Dazai laughed. "I hope you have insurance!"

Chuuya regretted not taking Yosano's advice with running over Dazai with his car three weeks earlier.

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"Kunikida-san!" he shouted hastily into his phone.

"Ah, Chuuya-san," Kunikida responded slowly. "What has Dazai done this time?"

"If the shitty bastard gives you a present, what do I do?"

"Burn it. Trash it. Or don't even touch it at all," Kunikida advised and Chuuya shrank away from the present that had suddenly appeared under his own Christmas tree.

"HOW DID HE GET INTO MY HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Chuuya did not remember ever giving Dazai a key. Or his password to bypass the alarms.

To do that would mean the end of the world.

"Chuuya-san," Kunikida said patiently. "I think you need to get a better security system."

"That's breaking and entering, it's against the law!"

Kunikida snorted.

"If we honestly had Dazai arrested and jailed every time he broke the law, we would never see him again," he pointed and Chuuya rolled his eyes.

As he thanked Kunikida and placed his phone down, it rang again.

"Chuuya h-" he started.

"CHUUYA~" Dazai yelled excitedly.

"I'm hanging up," Chuuya growled, cursing himself for not checking the caller ID before picking up the phone.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

"I'd say you too but I don't wish anything merry on you," Chuuya shot back.

"Awwww, did you open the present?"

"Nope," Chuuya chirped. "Not planning to."

"I promise it's nothing bad!"

"I don't trust a word that comes out of your mouth," Chuuya muttered dryly but he was already reaching for the present, bracing himself for something. He unwrapped it gingerly and opened the box, eyes widening in surprise.

"A hat?" he asked softly.

"Yeah!" Chuuya was about to thank him because it was actually pretty nice before Dazai blustered on. "I noticed your obsession with ugly hats so-"

Click.

Chuuya hung up on Dazai, letting out a frustrated groan.

Terrible, terrible neighbour.

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"Chuuya!" Dazai shouted and Chuuya jumped, screaming as he beat at Dazai with a pillow. The power had gone out right after Christmas and Chuuya was trying to stay warm.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Chuuya screeched, kicking Dazai in the groin.

"Just wanted to be a good neighbour and check to see if you had frozen to death-" Chuuya cut him with another kick.

"GET OUT!"

"I was trying to be a good-"

"YOU'RE A TERRIBLE NEIGHBOUR, AT LEAST KNOCK!" Dazai huffed grabbing Chuuya's blanket and effectively wrapped Chuuya up, preventing Chuuya from inflicting any more damage.

"For someone with such short legs," Dazai mused, ignoring Chuuya's loud cursing. "You kick pretty hard."

"LET ME GO AND I'LL SHOW YOU JUST HOW HARD I CAN KICK!"

"Hey Chuuya," Dazai suddenly leaned forward, grinning. "Do you have anyone to spend the New Years with?"

Chuuya grinded his teeth, glaring at Dazai.

"Well, I was going to drive to Kouyou-nee's place for Christmas and the New Years but someone crushed my car with their stupid pine tree they did not even use afterwards." Dazai laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Technically it is being used." Chuuya gave him a blank note and Dazai elaborated. "As firewood." Chuuya let his head fall back with a tired sigh.

He couldn't deal with this guy.

"No," he finally answered. "I don't have anyone to spend the New Years with."

"Great, me too! I'll come over right before midnight and we can-" Chuuya wriggled out of the blanket sausage and slapped Dazai with another pillow.

"Hold, hold, hold," he put his hand up when Dazai quieted down. "You don't just invite yourself over to someone's house." Dazai sat down, forehead creasing. "Where are your manners?"

Dazai smirked. "Can't be bothered to find or use them."

"Jesus Christ-"

"But can we please spend New Years together?" Chuuya blinked in shock.

He hadn't really expected Dazai to say please and to think about it, he really didn't want to spend New Years alone.

"Okay fine," he relented and Dazai clapped his hands cheerfully, springing up to hug and infuriatingly, lift him up and spin Chuuya around like he was a goddam girl. "BUT!"

"And there's always a but," Dazai deflated, dropping Chuuya.

"I pick the alcohol and you do not do anything fishy."

Dazai nodded, grinning slyly up at Chuuya.

"Alright."

Chuuya felt like he had made on the biggest mistakes in his life.

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"You're not a lightweight, aren't you?" Dazai inquired as they sat in front of the tv, power thankfully restored.

"I ammmm," Chuuya slurred, leaning forward. "But it's a secreeeect allllright?" Dazai chuckled.

"Alright chibi."

"I'm drunnk, not deafffff."

"Countdown is starting!" Dazai directed Chuuya's attention away from him and Chuuya started jumping up and down.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Join meeee!" he chanted and Dazai stood up as well, shaking his head.

"You're such a child," he murmured fondly under his breath. "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

As the fireworks erupted on the screen, Chuuya spun around, red hair falling into his face as he reached for Dazai. Dazai froze and his eyes widened as Chuuya leaned forward, kissing Dazai firmly.

Chuuya tasted like the pizza they'd eaten earlier and the wine they'd been drinking during the night.

"Happy New Year, Dazai," Chuuya whispered. "Shitty bastard," he added as an afterthought.

Dazai gaped at him and Chuuya touched his face almost tenderly before collapsing into Dazai's arm.

"Oi!" Dazai exclaimed. "Chibi! Hatrack!" Soft snores floated up to Dazai's ears and he grinned.

"Trust you to fall asleep."

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The blaring of a horn woke Chuuya up the next day.

"IT'S THE NEW YEAR, EVERYONE UP, UP AND ABOUT!" Chuuya would have screamed back if it weren't for the pounding headache that signalled a monstrous hangover. Adding more noise to the racket didn't seem like such a good idea. It sounded like Dazai was using a microphone which explained why his obnoxious voice was louder than usual.

Chuuya poked his head out from under his covers, strange he didn't remember getting under them and squinted at the brightness.

"IT'S A NEW START, TIME TO BEGIN ANEW AND START TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH YOUR RESOLUTIONS WHICH YOU WILL ULTIMATELY LET GO!'

Chuuya needed to think but Dazai was not helping.

He caught sight of a glass of water on his bed side table with some aspirin accompanying it.

A note read:

I figured you wouldn't be able to function this morning so this should help.

Chuuya huffed.

It looked like Dazai wasn't all that bad.

Then he flipped to the back.

You should work on your kissing, it's not bad but I've had better.

He took that back.

Dazai was terrible.

Wait.

Wait.

He had kissed Dazai?

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO HAPPY?" Yosano complained.

"CHUUYA KISSED ME LAST NIGHT!" Dazai replied gleefully.

There was complete silence for a moment as Chuuya processed what Dazai had just screamed out to the neighbourhood.

Shit.

Shit.

"I THOUGHT YOU HAD BETTER JUDGMENT!" he heard Kunkida yell.

"YOUR TASTE IN MEN AREN'T HALF BAD NAKAHARA BUT WHY HIM?" Yosano shouted.

Chuuya buried his head under the pillow and wished for the world to end.