Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! I have a shitload to say so let me try to organize it a bit;

1. I miss the HU fandom and I'm T-R-Y-I-N-G to come back but I haven't written anything properly aside from To Own A Seraphim (on AO3). I predict I will continue to focus on TOAS for a while but eventually, I will focus on other chaptered stories one by one. I will NEVER abandon a story, no matter how long ago I updated it last time.

2. I suck at updating the chaptered stories but I'm usually still a one-shot updater so I wondered why I hadn't been posting or even writing one-shots for HU (I did write some for 3DG). Then I remembered I promised to finish the requests list before accepting new requests or posting my own ideas. Truth be told, I WISH I could be the author who could write anything you ask of me. I wish I could appease everyone's wishes but I've come to terms with it that I have my limits. So I'm sorry but I'll have to deny certain requests unfortunately; I will not write sex kinks (outfits etc) or threesomes on request. There is one exception to this rule; Compromise (FMxDMxCS) that I am writing at my own pace because the pressure of having someone ask me for any explicit fics that are more than "I want the pairing to have sex" or "public sex" or something that allows me to write 'just smut', is something I can't do. I still accept a smut request, just not all of them. I'm sorry.

3. If you request smut, you must be patient, my friend. It's not that I don't want to or that I procrastinate but I live together with multiple people and I am NOOOOOT going to write smut with them present in the room so it's kinda tough to find a moment to write a smut fic properly but I'm getting better at it and I promise I'm trying the best I can.

4. I'm a student. When I'm not in class, studying or sleeping, I'm most likely complaining about the former things to my cats instead of writing. It's called being lazy and I do apologize for it.

5. I'm a multifandom MESS. I'm hoping to go HU all the way when the new album drops but right now? I'm starting to feel Shaymien pull me in and 3DG's still holding my attention as well. It's tough to split my attention between all of my babies lol

ANYWAY. My account is not dead, I'm still very much around and although I might not write more soon, I'm still gonna try my best to! Replies to the reviews below! Enjoy!

if you have a favourite pairing or summary you'd like to see on here, request in the comments and I'll turn it into a story as soon as possible.

Charlie x ? requested by me

"It's alright. Just stay where you are", it was Johnny's voice. Low with a very specific edge to it. Johnny had a way of speaking from deep in his throat. It was a pleasant sound to listen to.

Charlie moved his head down in a slow, small nod. He didn't dare nod his head too much in fear of the blinding headache. His eyes were closed, covered by black cloth. He was blindfolded. Not because he wanted to or because they were joking around, but because the bandana rapper was hit with a massive migraine. He couldn't tolerate any light anymore so he had closed his eyes but the bright light coming through the windows skimming his eyelids, had been too much as well. A blindfold had to keep the light out and relieve his pain a little bit. Though he swallowed a painkiller just now so the pain should lessen.

The painkillers never took away the pain of a migraine. It only made the pain go from excruciating to barely tolerable.

"I don't think I'll go anywhere anytime soon", he spoke, his voice so small and so quiet to prevent a sting in his head that the guys probably couldn't even hear him but their responding hums told him otherwise. He had never been someone to experience migraines often but when he did? Boy, they were bad. He could always feel them coming. One of his fingers would go numb, he'd touch a part of his face with it and that part would go numb as well. Voices would echo through his head, words flying around but he couldn't grasp the meaning of any of the words.

He knew he was spoken to. He knew what was being said but the meaning of it was lost in translation and he was left asking the other to repeat themselves multiple times in a slurring language like his own words had abandoned him.

These things would occur alongside a dull ache behind his eye socket until it would blow up into a massive headache, unable to withstand light anymore but retrieving his ability to speak and understand words.

"Just lay down, dude. You'll feel better soon", spoke Funny Man. It came from the left. Charlie smiled. "I'm gonna take a nap, okay?"

"Of course", came a reply in unison. The rapper couldn't tell who had said it because of the mix of voices but he felt cared for. He lay his head to rest on the couch, under a blanket to keep him warm. There wasn't much to do on a day with a killer headache like that so all he could do for now, was sleep it off.

And sleep he did. Charlie drifted off into sweet nothingness, momentarily forgetting all about the ache in his head or the sharp stab behind his eyes. He floated into the dream world, experiencing vague little nothings that he didn't even remember when a particular sharp sting in his head awoke him. He groaned in pain, almost a whine and curled into himself. He shivered at the pain, eyes shut tightly to make it go away but the pain stayed.

He relaxed, hair brushing something that hadn't been there before. There was a hand on his shoulder. Its grip was firm but gentle. It was a caring stroke. A quiet question if he were alright. Charlie sighed and crawled closer to whoever came to sit next to him. He lay his head in their lap. "Fucking hurts so bad."

The hand on his shoulder stayed and another one appeared to caress through his hair. It traced his jawline, it covered his forehead. Charlie relaxed into the touch, feeling himself drift off again with his head in the lap of whoever tried to soothe his pain. In his dreams things weren't as sweet as before. The headache pestered him with nightmares, poked things at him he always tried to avoid thinking about but his head trapped him now and he awoke startled with a gasp. He didn't know what time it was and his head hurt too much to try and see yet but since he wasn't hungry yet, it wasn't near dinner. He had jumped upright, the throbbing in his head worse than before but he remembered the caring hand on his forehead and sunk down again, hoping to find the same lap he had fallen asleep in. He did. That person was still there. He scooted closer. The body above him shifted and pulled him closer until he could hear a heartbeat beneath the skin. He was hugging someone close. It wasn't like he enjoyed to cling onto someone like this but anything to soothe this pain so he embraced the arm around his waist and the chest beneath his head. The gentle beating of the heart made him feel better about the nightmare and his headache was starting to fade. Charlie was starting to wonder who the hell he'd been hugging so far. The body below him was strong, far stronger than Funny's so he'd rule him out but Danny, Johnny and Jay had both been working out enough to be a possibility.

"I have no idea who I'm clinging to, by the way", Charlie mentioned, voice rough from the lack of use. He could hear a breathy sound, something aching to a chuckle but no evidence of who it could be. He could feel their chin graze his hair, some of the hairs sticking to them. Must mean he wasn't clean shaven but even then it could still be Danny or Johnny. "I'm starting to wonder if you're a serial killer who entered the bus. I wonder if the guys are all out cause I don't hear anyone making any noises and well… you and I have both been living aboard the bus long enough to know that these guys can NOT be quiet. Unless you are a serial killer wanderer and you don't know us. Then I'd say; the guys can't be quiet."

The hand returned to his forehead, feeling carefully. Charlie hummed. "It's getting better. I think the painkiller's kicking in. Unless I slept for hours already, then you're probably my painkiller now."

The other's finger traced the bridge of his nose down in a soft caress. It was a sweet gesture. To lie into someone's side with his head on their chest and their arm around him, Charlie felt like it was intimate. It was warm and cosy. He didn't know who he was hugging but he didn't really care either. Part of him felt like the illusion of comfort would be lifted if he knew who it was.

"Are you not speaking because you like seeing me struggle with this curiosity?" Charlie asked, some shaking beneath him like holding back a laugh. He smiled along with it. "Must be it, huh?"

He huddled closer to the shape, his forehead touching their neck. "I appreciate the comfort. I needed that little bit of extra love and care for this freaking migraine."

The other only stroked down his arm and waist, letting out a sigh before he finally spoke; "It's okay. I don't mind. You're right. The guys are out."

The bandana rapper let out a steady breath. "It's you."

"It's me", the voice confirmed. "Are you happy it's me?"

Charlie hid his face into his neck. "I suppose I was hoping for it. I never get to be this close to you."

"Now you do", he murmured. "You looked so lost and in pain that I couldn't bear to see it."

"Why didn't you go with the guys?" Charlie asked, arms wrapped tightly around the other's chest. He knew he'd been dreading knowing who it was because he hadn't wanted to be disappointed but he wasn't disappointed. If anything, he loved knowing who he'd been close to all this time. He was happy it was him since this afternoon he'd shown himself at his weakest point.

"I wanted to look after you", the other replied with his lips glued to Charlie's forehead. The younger pressed closer to him and pulled up his knees slightly. "That's sweet."

"You know I love you, Charlie", he whispered. "I'll always take care of you."

Charlie felt a smile tug at his lips. He felt at peace despite the headache tormenting him. He used the blindfold to gain some confidence and kissed the other quickly, just a peck. It was welcomed so that was a good sign. It made something inside of him glow. "How long did I sleep in your lap anyway?"

"About four hours, I think", he chuckled. "But it's fine. I like taking care of you. I always have."

Charlie hummed, reaching back to shove the blindfold off. He could try to tolerate some of the light now. The fold slipped off, the bright light made him blink uncontrollably as it was unexpectedly harsh for his eyes. He moaned at the pain it caused but it wasn't too bad. Especially when his eyes adjusted and Charlie finally saw his smile. This migraine might've been the best thing to happen to him the entire tour.

Please Review, they're our heavy fuel!

Oh and who's Charlie with, you ask? You choose.

I wrote this fic in February by the way. All I did, was finish it. I was gonna make this fic into a "choose your ending" thing where chapter 1 was this ending and chapter 2 was a morbid story of the person being a piece of Charlie's imagination but then I thought "Monster, why can't you let a fic be happy for once?" and I decided against the idea I had for it.

I'm sorry for scrapping some of the requests due to my own inability to write it, but I'm p sure I would've just hated the fics so much that I wouldn't write anything for a while. That's not good either, I guess.

if you have a favourite pairing or summary you'd like to see on here, request in the comments and I'll turn it into a story as soon as possible.

Rottenmelon: Awe! Hi, glad you're having an overall good time in the new school year. I'm p okay, just stressed but that's my default mode by now. How are the bass lessons? And shit, I still haven't seen the Joker lol.