forum Urban Fantasy/Romance 1x1? [Closed]

Started October 02, 2018 by Deleted user

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Adrien laughed. "I wouldn't steal your copyright drink, Hon. That's just cruel." He stole another sip of Mikhail's snowcone, which was more of a slushy mess right now.

Adrien laughed. "I wouldn't steal your copyright drink, Hon. That's just cruel." He stole another sip of Mikhail's snowcone, which was more of a slushy mess right now.

Mikhail chuckled. "Good," He replied, taking another sip of his drink. He moved his drink away from Adrien when he took another sip. "Drink your own!"

"Noooooo. It tttttaaassstteess gooooddddd," He moaned, stretching out the words for maximum effect. "Can you drive me home? I wanna stick my head out the window."

Mikhail chuckled. "Nope, not happening," He said, hiding his drink. "And sure, I can drive us."

"Thanks, Hon." Adrien kissed him on the cheek, slamming his way into the car and rolling down the window. "So, can you text your friend when we get home?"

"Hm? Oh, sure," Mikhail answered, the small blush still on his face. He slid into the drivers seat and slammed the door before driving to their dorm.

Adrien grinned, pouncing on the couch with a shout of glee. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. Walking around so much was hard. Luckily, Mikhail had distracted him with his pretty face and funny anecdotes.

Mikhail glanced at Adrien every so often and a small smile appeared on his face. Adrien looked so happy.

"Come cuddle with me," Adrien mumbled, face half buried in the couch cushions. He had to take his meds in 15 minutes, but he wouldn't let that keep him from some righteous cuddles.

Mikhail chuckled and hugged Adrien, kissing his cheek. "Sure."

Adrien grinned, nuzzling into Mikhail's left hip. "Can I pet your wings again sometime?" He asked, sleep tainting his voice. Maybe he would need to take his pills now after all. "Can-" He was cut off by a yawn. "Can you wake me up in 10 minutes?"

Mikhail chuckled. "Sure to both of those questions," He replied, kissing Adrien's forehead.

"Okay, tell me what your friend says," he yawned, drifting into a deep sleep.

"Okay then," Mikhail mumbled. He took out his phone and started texting Leon to see if it was okay for him to meet Adrien.

Adrien turned over in his sleep.

Mikhail sighed in relief when Leon said yes, he quickly went onto another website and started looking around for jobs.

Adrien mumbled in his sleep, wriggling around and whining. His chest hurt something fierce, and even in his sleep, he was feeling pain.

(Sorry for the late reply, homework sucks. Also I'm heading to dinner)

(It's fine)

Still looking around for jobs.

Adrien thrashed around a bit more, finally waking with a pained scream. When he finished his throat was raw, and he was clawing at his chest.

Mikhail quickly glanced at Adrien when he heard a scream and quickly put his phone away. "Do you want me to get the pills?" He asked.

Adrien gasped, nodding as best he could as his chest heaved. He rolled over, searching for anything that would make the pain more bearable.

Mikhail quickly got up and went into the bathroom, trying to find the pills. He quickly took the pills after he found them and went over to Adrien, handing them to him.

Adrien grabbed one with shaking hands, pushing one into his mouth and contorting his shoulders backward. His shirt had ridden up, exposing his concave stomach and prominent ribs. "H-Hand?" He squeaked out, trying to reach a hand.

(I'm internally screeching so much rn)

Mikhail quickly took one his hand with both of his hand and smiled slightly at him. "Always," He muttered.

(Same. Very cute.)

Adrien swallowed, throat thick with pain. He grasped Mikhail's hand like it was a lifeline, squeezing entirely too hard.

(ikr)

Mikhail's hand was probably not it's original color but he couldn't care less.

Adrien clenched his…everything? He didn't really know. Everything just kind of hurt and he hated it. He hated it really bad. The painkillers took their sweet time kicking in, but twenty minutes later, Adrien could move without pain again.

"Are you okay now?" Mikhail asked, glancing at Adrien. He always felt very bad whenever Adrien's heart hurt since he couldn't do anything.

(Sorry I've been dead. Fever's been kicking my ass.)

"Yeah." is throat was dry and his voice was raspy. Adrien felt wrecked. His chest throbbed numbly, not hurting, just pulsing out a steady pressure. "Can you get me some water?"