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everythingpresley · 2 years ago

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 16

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 4,302

Author’s note: I decided to split this chapter because for some reason it is taking me so long to write and I wouldn't be able to update for a while. Also, the Aloha from Hawaii concert is happening in 1972 in the story instead of 1973, just a heads up!

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 16

Grace, Janice and I decided to all go for lunch at one of our favorite diners in Memphis.

“I see Elvis has corrupted you. You used to always order the chicken sandwich and now all you order are cheeseburgers.” Janice chuckled when the waitress brought over our orders.

“Corrupted her in other ways as well.” Grace smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I frowned, shoving a piece of fry in my mouth.

Janice gasped and turned to Grace. I was sitting opposite of them in the booth, they were seated side by side “What do you mean! Spill right now Grace!”

“Wait, you don’t know?” Grace asked Janice “I would’ve figured Jess told you.”

“Told her what?” I asked at the same time as Janice asked “Told me what?”

“Our girl here slept with the king of rock and roll, Elvis Presley.” Grace smirked.

“What?!” Janice shrieked while I choked on my fries and saliva.

“Excuse me?” I looked at Grace, my eyes so wide you’d think they’d fall out of their socket.

“Don’t even try to deny it.” Grace pointed her finger at me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, I didn't want to lie to her “How did you find out?”

“So it’s real!” Janice gasped.

“Keep your voice down!” I hissed.

“Elvis told me.” Grace smirked.

I gasped, that son of a bitch “He did? When?”

“When you were in the hospital, in your coma.” Grace replied.

“Oh.” I replied, so she doesn't know about the more recent activities.

“So that’s why he almost killed Matt at the hospital.” Janice said with her jaw open.

“Oh he was so jealous.” Grace snickered.

“I can’t believe I was the last one to find out.” Janice grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout.

“I can’t believe I had to find out from Elvis and not from you.” Grace continued.

“I didn’t want anyone to find out, Grace. Plus, we agreed to forget about it. So, there was no point in telling anyone.”

“Oh Elvis definitely didn't want to forget about it.” Grace replied “It broke my heart seeing how distraught he was at the hospital, like his entire world was taken away.” She said softly making my heart practically beat right out of my chest. My heart broke for Elvis, my mind recalling the day he cried, blaming himself for my accident.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.” Janice said and reached across the table to squeeze my hand. I smiled softly at her.

“But tell me, nothing happened after that?” Grace narrowed her eyes at me.

I hated lying. Yes, I kept what happened between Elvis and I a secret but I never lied about it. Plus, I’m not good at lying. It’s an easy tell.

Janice also narrowed her eyes, looking at me with suspicion.

“What is this? Lunch or interrogate Jess?” I said and ate more fries, avoiding their eyes.

“Something did happen!” Janice gasped.

“Stop.” I grumbled.

“Tell us!” Grace chanted.

I shrugged and picked up my burger.

“Jess!” They both exclaimed.

“Fine.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes, placing the burger back down on my plate “Nothing serious but after my accident, a few days after I got home we slept together and have been ever since.”

They both gasped “Nothing serious my ass!” Grace then said “It’s obvious you two are crazy about each other! Just look at the smile on your face when you’re talking about him.”

I wanted to tell her about my fears and doubts regarding Elvis but I just didn't want to put them out in the universe. I wanted to tell her how much I’m scared one day I’ll walk into his bedroom and see some other girl in his bed instead of me. How much it scared me that I was falling for him fast and hard in just a small amount of time. Actually it was not considered to be a small amount of time since these feelings have been brewing in me the moment we met, when I first became his assistant.

“I don’t know about that Grace.” I shook my head “It’s complicated and I’m his assistant. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place but it did. And I’ve been so much happier ever since and I really don’t want to dig deep and ruin what we’ve got right now because its good. So, I’m taking it one step at a time.” I replied.

“Fine.” Grace replied “But I don’t think Elvis would be happy to see you with some other guy and I don’t think you’ll be happy to see him with another girl. You two just have to get the courage to actually tell each other how you really feel.”

“Man up Jess!” Janice joked.

“But seriously, you guys can’t tell anyone, not even Jerry.” I pointed at Grace. They both raised their hands up in surrender.

I chuckled and shook my head at them deciding to bite into my burger and change the subject.

After lunch and a much needed catch up with the girls I headed back to Graceland. Walking through the front door I could hear all of the Memphis Mafia causing a ruckus downstairs probably in the Jungle room.

The past few weeks Elvis and I hadn’t spent much time together. He had been so busy with his satellite concert that’s coming up in Hawaii. The entire house was buzzing with excitement, it would premiere in different countries around the world and none of us could wrap our heads around it. He was extremely nervous just by the thought but I knew he would be amazing as usual. Unfortunately, we hadn’t seen each other and especially at night I would already be asleep by the time he comes back. I even chose to sleep in my room some days since I didn’t see the point of sleeping in his room without him.

Like yesterday for example:

I had been asleep for hours when Elvis came into my room.

“Baby.” He whispered “Honey, wake up.”

I groaned, opening one eye to see him hovering over me, a few inches away from my face “You’re back?”

“Yeah.” He grinned “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

“Noooo.” I moaned and closed my eyes again, I really couldn’t move. I was way too comfortable.

“Come on, my bed is way better and my room is way cooler.” He frowned.

“Okay, go to bed.” I mumbled.

“Jessss.” He moaned.

“Elvis.” I grumbled and pulled the sheets over my head.

He was quiet for a few seconds then slowly he pulled the sheets off of my body. I frowned, keeping my eyes shut. I didn’t know what he was trying to do, if he was getting in bed with me or not but then he shoved his hands under my back and under my thighs. I groaned when he picked me up bridal style out of the bed.

“Shh sleep.” He whispered. I sighed and nuzzled my face into his chest as he walked out of my room, up the stairs and to his room, placing me gently under the covers in his bed. He kissed my forehead, tucked me in and headed for the bathroom. Sleep coming over me the moment he tucked me in.

I was by the front door when Elvis came trotting down the stairs from his room.

Elvis gasped “There she is.”

“Here I am.” I grinned, opening my arms wide. He grinned and jogged down the stairs straight to my arms. I pulled back and kissed him all over his face.

“You missed me handsome?” I asked, kissing his cheek then moving down to his neck. He hummed then pulled my face up to kiss my lips.

“You left me all alone in bed.” He pouted.

I smiled and kissed his pouted lips “I wanted you to sleep in.”

“How was lunch?”

“Good. Grace and Janice now know about us, I hope that’s okay?” I gave him a sheepish smile, I forgot to consider if he even wanted people to know about us.

“That’s fine baby.” He chuckled then quickly dropped his arms and moved back. I didn’t even realize until I heard heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs. I quickly reached forward and wiped at Elvis’ lips where he had some of my lipgloss on his mouth.

A few days later, we boarded Elvis’ private plane and headed for Hawaii. I’ve never been to Hawaii and I was super excited especially with how much Elvis loved Hawaii, he kept telling me about the different activities they do and how much fun they have. The week before I had to buy fancy dresses for the concert and the after party, I couldn’t wait to show Elvis since I don’t usually get dressed up like this.

I sat with Grace during the flight and she kept teasing that Elvis would try to sneak glances my way, she was relentless now that she knows the situation about Elvis and me.

Elvis booked us all tiny villas that served as a bungalow, all couples were together since each villa just had a king bed, a small kitchen and bathroom. Except, Elvis’ had his own private beach. We landed in Hawaii, Elvis making his way through the fans, taking pictures, signing autographs and receiving leis from the locals. We trailed behind him, got in the cars that were lined up on the tarmac and headed towards the bungalows.

We all decided to relax in our rooms/bungalows until it was time for dinner. I got dressed in a little red sundress with white flowers that ended a few inches under my knees with a little slit on my right thigh.

I walked out of my room and saw Elvis walking towards my villa. He looked up and smiled.

“Don’t you look cute.” He said, both of us walking towards one another. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the way he was looking at me. Even while standing a few feet away from him I could see the genuine happiness in his eyes from seeing me.

He was dressed in a loose black short sleeve button up and white khaki pants.

I smiled and stopped in front of him “Hey handsome.”

“Kiss me right now, I haven’t touched you all day.” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. He had is hands behind his back “Wait, I got this for you.” He said and pulled out a white lily flower “May I?” He asked, I nodded. He reached up and tucked the flower into my hair, on my ear. He pulled back to evaluate how I look like. I smiled and posed for him. He chuckled and pulled me into his arms, wrapping his arms around my waist. He groaned and planted a loud, wet kiss on my cheek “You’re so fucking cute, honey.”

I grinned and kissed him then he ran his hands down my thighs and pulled back “What is this slit?” He bit his lower lip.

“Oh this is nothing, wait till the actual day of the concert.” I grinned. This was a small slit that ended a little above my knee.

“Oh baby.” He mumbled, shaking his head and pulled me back in for another kiss.

“My bungalow is right next to Joe’s, what if he sees us?” I pulled back and looked around for any of our friends.

“They’re already at the beach for dinner, don’t worry.” Elvis replied and took my hand “Let’s go, we’re late.”

We held hands till we reached the private beach, letting go of each other’s hands when we could see the large dinner table that was placed on the sand. The area was lit up with tiki torches and candles on the table. It was very romantic except for the fact that it was dinner with the entire team.

“Hey.” I smiled at everyone and sat in between Grace and Joe Esposito’s wife.

The dinner was nice and fun, conversations and wine was flowing. I can never get tired of these people, I really do love them even when sometimes that guys can be childish and annoying.

“Okay guys! Everyone to bed please! We need everyone on their A game tomorrow.” Joe announced “EP, you need to get fitted for your Eagle jumpsuit and then rehearsals.”

“Aye, aye Captain.” Red saluted Joe as everyone got up and wished everyone a good night.

“Get back here once everyone is gone.” Elvis whispered as he passed me, walking towards his bungalow.

“He’s so whipped.” Grace snickered now that we were alone, walking towards our bungalow. Jerry hung back with the guys.

I rolled my eyes at her with a smile on my face “He’s not.”

“I don’t know anyone who keeps a random photo of a girl he’s sleeping with in his wallet.” She gave me a pointed look.

“How do you know about that?”

“He asked me to develop the photos in wallet sized photos, why would he want it in wallet size if it wasn’t for his wallet?” She rolled her eyes.

I nodded “Actually can I get copies of those photos as well?”

“Sure, I developed multiple copies and in bigger sizes just in case you wanted them.” She smiled.

“Thank you.”

I went back to my bungalow and freshened up, sprayed some perfume and reapplied my lipgloss. About thirty minutes later the landline in my bungalow rang.

Picking it up, Elvis’ voice poured out of the speaker “Get your ass over here.”

“Very romantic Elvis.” I chuckled.

“Quickly!” He groaned.

“Okay, okay.” I laughed and hung up. I fixed the flower that Elvis tucked over my ear and headed for his bungalow.

“Where are you headed?” Joe asked, frowning.

“Uh, just walking around to clear my head.” I lied.

“Okay but hurry back and sleep well.” Joe replied, opening the door to his and his wife’s bungalow.

“Will do Joey.” I smiled, he smiled back and walked through the door, shutting it behind him.

I went around Elvis’ bungalow to the beach. The area where we had dinner was now cleared out and a small dinning table was there instead of the large one with only two chairs. The tiki torches were still on fire but only two, keeping the lighting at a minimum and a candle on the table. There was a stereo placed nearby that had music playing.

I grinned, not expecting this. I just thought we’d be in his room and have sex, our usual routine. We’d never had anything remotely close to a date, this felt like a date.

“What do you think?” Elvis asked, strolling out of his open sliding door that faced the beach.

“Elvis.” I took an audible breath, this was very cute.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his chin on my shoulder.

“This is very cute.” I said softly then turned my head and kissed his cheek.

“Come on.” Elvis said gently, pulling away from me, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the small round table. He let go of my hand and pulled the chairs next to each other so that they were both facing the sea instead of opposite each other. There was a molten chocolate cake with ice cream in the middle and two spoons.

“Yumm!” I did a little dance, we didn’t have dessert after dinner and I was craving something sweet.

Elvis chuckled and pulled the chair out for me.

“Let me feed you.” He scooped some of the cake with the ice cream “Open wide.” He grinned. I chuckled and opened my mouth wide for him to feed me.

I moaned, the chocolate so soft and yummy with the vanilla ice cream, the perfect combination.

“Save those moans for later, don’t get me riled up from now.” He growled in my ear, pulling me closer to him by my waist.

I giggled and shirked when he bit down on the area that connected my neck with my shoulder.

“My turn to feed you now.” I twisted in my seat and did the same thing he did. After feeding him I couldn’t help but kiss his lips, he had some ice cream on the corner of his mouth. I poked my tongue out and licked the ice cream off of his mouth. Elvis’ eyes widened, I could see his blue eyes turning a shade darker in lust.

“Is this turning you on?” I whispered, my lips hovering a few inches over his lips. I cupped his cheek, swiping my thumb gently against his side burns.

“You have no idea what watching you eat that cake was doing to me.” He whispered.

I chuckled, pecked his lips and moved back. We continued to feed each other, each taking turns then I laid my head on his shoulder, his arm thrown over my shoulders, drawing little circles on my arm. We sat in silence, watching the waves crash against the sand.

“Are you liking Hawaii so far?” He asked, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“Yes, it’s so beautiful. The people are so nice and welcoming but maybe its because we’re part of your entourage.” I joked. Elvis chuckled.

“I have a surprise for you tomorrow after rehearsals.” He replied.

“Elvis, this is more than enough.” I looked up at him, keeping my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me, playing with the ends of my hair.

“I want you to actually see the island. I rented a classic top down car.”

“How are we gonna get away from the rest of the group?” I asked.

“Well pretend we’re tired, go back to our bungalows and then we can go. No one will know.”

I grinned, excited to actually see the island “Okay.”

The radio started playing a slow song “Dance with me.” I said to Elvis. He smiled and nodded. I removed my shoes and Elvis did the same, we held hands and got closer to the water but standing far enough so that the waves don’t crash on us, just merely touching our feet.

Elvis wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as possible to him while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I placed my head on his chest, he placed his chin on top of my head.

I love him. I love him. I love him. My heart was beating out of my chest with the realization of just how much I love him. My mind wandered off imagining us together, getting married, having kids. This is way too soon to be thinking about it but I just knew he would make an amazing father. I felt slight sadness creep into my heart thinking he probably doesn't want to be tied down, why would he? He was the king of rock and roll, he could do whatever he wants with whoever he wants.

I felt Elvis start to tremble, I frowned and pulled away from his chest.

“Are you okay?” I asked him. His eyes were glossy as if he was mentally somewhere else.

“Yeah.” He breathed, then looked down at me. He gulped and shook his head, blinking rapidly.

“You’re shaking.”

“I’m just- Jess-” He sighed, shaking his head again, looking off in the distance “I just haven’t felt such genuine happiness and peace in so long.”

My eyes watered at his honesty.

He looked back at me, unshed tears in his eyes and smiled sadly at me “After my mama passed away I never thought I’d ever be happy.”

“Elvis.” My voice trembled, I didn’t know what to say. A tear slipped out of my eye, trailing down my cheek.

“I didn’t tell you this for you to cry, baby.” He reached of my cheek and wiped my tear away.

I shook my head “I know but you have no idea how much it makes me happy to hear that Elvis. You-you deserve the world. You give all the time and never receive. I want you to be happy and healthy. This is all that matters, you being happy.” I told him.

“Okay, you’re gonna make me cry now.” He chuckled and leaned his forehead against mine, nuzzling my nose.

I hugged him tightly.

I love you.

We held onto each other for a few minutes until Elvis pulled back with a smirk on his face “You wanna go skinny dipping?”

“Are you sure no one is gonna see us?” I asked, looking around.

“There are no other bungalows for miles, don’t worry. Plus, it’s dark.”

“Okay.” I replied “I don’t even wanna argue I just want you to fuck me in the ocean.”

Elvis threw his head back and laughed “I was about to say, you agreed so fast.”

We quickly removed our clothes along our underwear, running into the water completely naked, hand in hand.

We went under water and came out. We didn’t go too far into the water, it reached right by my chest.

I swiped my now dripping wet hair back and away from my face, losing the little flower Elvis had tucked into my hair in the sea. Elvis did the same, turning to me with a hug grin on his face, pulling me to him and kissing me passionately. I moaned against his lips, pulling him even closer to me. He kissed down my neck, sucking on my sweet spot causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head in pleasure. I ran my hands through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp. He groaned and pulled back to kiss my lips again.

“I need you.” I whispered against his lips.

“I know baby.”

“I’ve never had sex in the ocean.” I giggled, I felt like I was doing something illegal which it was but its also a private beach.

He pulled back and snickered “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

I gripped his shoulders, Elvis lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I could feel his rock hard cock right on my heat. I moaned jerking my hip forward wanting to relieve the ache I felt between my legs.

“Hold on.” Elvis chuckled against my chest “So impatient.” He continued to place open mouthed kisses all over my chest then dipping his head even further to lick and nip at my hardened nipples.

I moaned, arching my back “Elvis, please.”

“Only because you begged like a good girl.” He pulled back, smirking. Slowly and gently, he guided himself into me.

We moaned simultaneously as he entered and thrusted his hips. I hugged him closer to me, tightening my legs around his waist. I kissed down up neck to his ear, sucking and biting on his earlobe.

“Oh fuck, Jess.” Elvis groaned, his fingers digging into my waist.

“Faster Elvis.” I whispered in his ear.

Without saying anything Elvis sped up his thrusts, I was already pulsating around him. I moved my hips to match his thrusts, chasing my high.

“I can’t last much longer baby.” Elvis groaned, pounding into me harshly.

“Me too.” I replied.

Elvis came before me but I was there right after him. The orgasm hit me hard. I moaned, throwing my head back. My mouth hung open, eyes shut tight. I felt Elvis tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Jess. I love watching you come.” He whispered.

“Holy shit. That was amazing.” I sighed, a smile on my face. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, letting my feet touch the sand I couldn't help but admire Elvis’ face under the moonlight. I could stare at him forever. He still kept his hold on my waist, he nuzzled his face against mine and kissed me once again.

“Does this Hawaii trip beat the others?” I asked, jokingly.

“100%.” He replied “Let’s go back to the bungalow.”

“You need to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yes, we’re going to bed and you’re sleeping in my bungalow.” He replied. I opened my mouth to interject “Uh uh, I’m not taking no for an answer. If you’re not sleeping in my room, I’m sleeping in yours.”

“Okay, okay.” I chuckled.

Once we were all showered and clean, I was in Elvis’ bed in our hotel robes. Elvis was brushing his teeth, I switched on the TV. I gasped when I saw Blue Hawaii was playing on a random channel and a young Elvis filled the screen.

“What?” Elvis called from the bathroom.

“Come see who’s on TV.” I giggled.

Elvis spit out the toothpaste and rinsed then walked back into the room in his bathrobe.

“Oh god.” He groaned once he saw himself on the TV.

I patted the space next to me in bed, he pulled the covers back and lied down next to me. I was grinning watching him on TV, he looked really cute especially in those little white shorts.

“Look at how cute you look.” I said and turned to him, kissing his cheek. He bit back a smile, rolling his eyes.

Turning back towards the TV screen, I watched happily. I giggled literally at everything and couldn’t help but smile whenever Elvis on TV smiled. I could feel Elvis looking at me but I kept my eyes strained on the TV.

Elvis gripped my cheeks with one hand and turned my face to him “Hey! Stop looking at younger me like that.” He frowned playfully.

“Like what?” I giggled, his hand still cupping my face.

He squeezed my cheeks causing my lips to pout automatically “Like you wanna fuck him.”

I grinned “I’d rather fuck you anyway.”

He grinned, letting go of my face “That’s what I like to hear.”

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kenziedrawz · 1 year ago

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okay since I have been procrastinating on writing have some Sizeshifter!Rui head canons.

Most of the time, Rui likes to shrink down and pretend that he's working on a giant robot. Though for practical reasons it's for getting up close and personal with the mechanics of the robot to make sure that there are no faults in it.

Rui only decides to grow in SEKAI, as he doesn't want to cause the panic that usually happens when people see a giant guy walking around. Miku and the others are very accepting of this, Rin and Len tend to use him as a jungle gym.

The only person that knew about Rui's ability before Tsukasa eventually had to find out due to an accident was Nene( And Mizuki because i forgot about theme for a moment). Will I elaborate on what this 'accident' is? later.

Since i am a hopeless Ruikasa-er, Rui sometimes gives Tsukasa tiny fairy kisses, and Tsukasa WILL do the same to get back at Rui while he's a giant.

Rui has slept through classes and skipped school on accident in Tsukasa's pocket due to Tsukasa not wanting to wake him and Rui staying up a few nights to finish a project for the troupe's next show.

Rui's had a device on his neck to help regulate his shifting since he was young, It was given to him by his father, who was also a sizeshifter.

Now, to elaborate on the 'accident'. There's two paths I can go with this, one I've already started writing and isn't as angsty as the other one, and in the other one Rui almost breaks his arm.

So the first route for the accident is that Rui's regulator breaks while he's at school and he rushes off to go hide somewhere after one of his classmate's comment that it looked like Rui got a bit taller. Tsukasa eventually finds a panicked, growing Rui in the school bathrooms after catching a glimpse of Rui rushing past his classroom. After calming Rui down Tsukasa spends the entire day with Rui resting in his pocket.

As for the other route, Rui gets a part of his arm stuck in the mechanics of a robot he's working on while tiny and Nene isn't available to help him. And his parents are away on a business trip so Rui's either stuck here until Nene gets back from her date(yeah), or he could call someone for help at the risk of them knowing his secret. In case you couldn't tell he opts to pick Tsukasa and Tsukasa finds out that way. Though he thinks that Rui invented a shrink ray first before discovering the truth.

#project sekai g/t #pjsk #project sekai #pjsk au #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #pjsekai #proseka #colorful stage #nene kusanagi #most of these involve tiny rui because he is such a little guy to me #pjsk g/t #pjsekai g/t #colorful stage g/t

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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Apologies for the very late post but I've had such an excellent day. I always love coming to see my parents. And I got a lot out of it. Just the day being good and getting to do a whole bunch of fun stuff.

I slept pretty well last night. The temperature was better. And when James was getting ready to leave I woke up so I could say goodbye. I made the bed. Not very well. I was a little loopy. But I went and got washed up and dressed and I was a little annoyed because I had trimmed my bangs last night and I made them just a little shorter than I wanted them to be. Which then made me sort of cut them in a rounded shape but I don't love. So it's fine but definitely not my best job.

But soon enough I was dressed and ready to go. James had already left for work. I'm glad I woke up early enough to give them a case. And then I was in the car and on the road.

Google said I would be here at my parents around 10:00. So I have a nice 2-hour drive. It was a little rainy but there was almost no traffic. I had good music. I listened to two and a half albums and a little bit of a podcast. And just enjoyed being out and enjoying my own company.

When I did get here I texted James to let them know and then I went inside. My mom met me on the porch and we went in and ended up sitting in my dad's room with him for a couple hours. Talking and catching up and doing all the things that you do when you don't see each other very often. My parents read my blog and we text all the time but you don't get all the details. And it was nice to see them because they both look great. My dad looks so healthy. Mom looks like she doesn't seem as exhausted and is taking better care of herself. I'm very proud of her for taking that step to put herself first a little bit. I know how hard that is.

And I was just having a good time hanging out with them. Eventually I would show Dad where all of the tiktoks I sent him are And for like an hour we sat there and scrolled through them together. Lots of laughs. I always try to send people TikToks I think they will enjoy rather than just ones that I think are funny. So there's a lot of ones about construction, amputees, and the Beatles. And Mom made lunch for Dad and she went and ate something and we just hung out.

I was supposed to have lunch with Joanna and that girl has never been on time for anything on her entire life so I knew that the range I gave her between 12:00 and 1 was loose. I wasn't in any rush. She had texted me a little after 11:00 and asked what I wanted to do. And I said well we went to friendly's last time so we can just make that our thing and we can go to the friendly's near my parents. And I told her 1:00. I was under no expectations that she would actually be there at 1:00 but at least he gave us a range.

I was right for that because around 12:30 she said that she was not going to be there till 1:30. Not a big deal it's only a couple minutes away from me. So I continue to hang out and was just having a really good time.

It was much grosser and rainier out when I did leave. And of course I got there at 1:30 and then she got stuck behind an accident and did not get their children was too. I didn't really care. I was very hungry though because I did eat a peanut butter jelly sandwich in the car ride up here. But that was hours ago. So I was looking forward to our meal and thankfully when she did get there the food came out very quickly.

So nice to see her though. We went years and years and years without hanging out and it just feels so natural to be doing it again. And we talked and caught up. I felt a little awkward today but I think that was just because I was tired. And we just had a good time. And we didn't want the good time to stop so after we did all of our catching up and talking about kids and family and being married and the plans that we have coming up and what my job stuff is looking like and all of that we decided we would go and walk around the mall.

Joanna walks too fast. But the driveover was fine even if someone tried to cut me off and scared me a little. And once we got to the mall we just kind of walked around. I'm kind of used to like a leisurely walk so her kind of speed walking was a little surprising to me but I kept up. And we talked about stuff and did a lot of reminiscing about being in high school in our old friends and how things are different now. And we went into different stores and looked around and it was just a good time.

Eventually we would stop to get snacks. We got these funny mochi donuts. I liked it a lot. And we sat and talked for a while until eventually we decided to go to FYE and Hot topic and Spencer's and like really really are youth. It was really funny thinking about all of that because that was right after she told me that her younger sister has multiple children in her older sister has seven? Like that's insane that's so many kids. That's like a whole class. Technically she's out of ratio if we were a pre-K. But it was fun to just be girls together.

When we were in Spencer's I saw that they had some excellent piercing jewelry and I did end up getting a new ring for myself because I don't have any good ones right now that aren't bulky. I've got flowers on it and it's so cute. And she got two mugs because they were buy one get one for $1. And after that it was time to go. She had to go babysit some of her nieces and nephews and I was ready to go hang out with my parents for a little while longer. We ended up talking in the parking lot for a little longer just about silly things in my car and then we hugged and said goodbye.

I wasn't 100% ready to go home yet though. I kind of budgeted in my mind that I would be out till 6:00. So I decided to take myself to the Goodwill over here because it's usually a pretty good one.

And it continues to be very good because it was so cheap compared to the goodwills in my area. And they had lots of really good stuff. I was really mostly there because I am in the market for a new fleece. I love my two fleeces that I have right now but I would like another one that is a little longer. And I've been trying to find one online but it's hard to tell the length versus the size of the arms and I don't want the arms to be gigantic so I thought I should look in person.

And I'm so glad I stopped because I ended up finding a few that I really liked. And their dressing rooms were actually open so I got to try them on. Don't remember the last time that happened in a thrift store. And I got a green fleece lined flannel and this lovely stripey purple fleece that is exactly what I wanted. So I'm very happy. The only thing that would have made it better is a pocket and honestly I can have those later so not a big deal. And it was only $6.

I did also just enjoy walking around and looking at stuff. I was proud of myself for not buying a pair of shoes that I already own. And I was just having a nice time.

I paid and I had a chat with the guy in line with me. And then I came back here.

And I spent most of the night on the couch with my parents. I shared the rest of the donuts that I got. And played with the dogs and we watched antique roadshow. And I watched things on my phone and eventually shared music with my dad and showed him some of the podcast that I've been listening to and we had lots of jokes and stuff and it was fun. And once Dad was ready to go lay down I went and took a shower and gotten my pajamas. And then I went and hung out in the basement with my mom for a couple hours. She put some stuff aside for me so I got to go through that and we talked about me having children. And how scary that is. Okay we didn't talk about how scary it was We talked about how she thinks that we can do it. That it's not as outrageous to think about. Someone told me one time that you should just have kids because it will work itself out. Like yes you should think about financials but life finds a way and it will be okay. And I really have to believe that at this point. I'm not saying me and James are going to have babies tomorrow. And I really only want to have one. But in the next year or so an effort is going to be made that for the first time in my life feels appropriate. Like all through being a teenager and a young adult you're told don't get pregnant and ruin your life and then at one point all that changes and it becomes the thing that you're supposed to do but also everyone then tells you it's the best thing that ever happened to them? So it's it's hard to wrap your head around that but it's exciting to think about and it was fun sharing the names that me and Jess came up with. That is very silly that me and Jess came up with the names but James was involved. I promise.

And so it was just nice being with my mom for a while and talking about plans and how we hope someday that we can actually go on our trip to Scotland and I would really love to do that with her. I don't know when it will happen but it will happen. And I'm glad that we were able to talk about that. And now I'm getting ready to go to sleep. Because tomorrow I am driving to Philly to take a glass bowling class with Jess. And I'm very excited to hang out with her. I am mostly excited for glass blowing mostly because I'm nervous that it's going to go very poorly. Because Jess has asthma and she does not do well when she is not incredible at things right away. But I think it will be okay and I think it took experience I'm excited to have and it's going to be fun and a good way to spend a Sunday. And after that we'll have lunch and then I will drive home. I hopefully we'll get home while the sun is still up.

Wish me luck. Pray that I do not hurt myself. And that the pumpkin that I make is very very cool. I also hope that it's a fun color. Maybe purple.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of each other. Good night!

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grimaldiapologist · 8 months ago

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So, TMI, but my dog died six days ago. A perfectly natural thing, he was 13 and had been on the downward swing for a year - we actually got a year more with him than initially expected, he was so poorly last year for no obvious reason that I was 100% expecting him to pass before fall. But he perked up again, had another good almost-a-year left in him. Even now, it wasn't a surprise in the slightest when he went; he'd started having accidents in the house to the point where I'd feed him on the porch so he had easy access to the lawn instead of having to feel embarrassed about pooping indoors, and just a couple days before his passing, he hit the "one last good day" and I just knew. The night he got sick, I actually woke up to him shaking away an itch and coughing and something in me just knew that was it for him, as if these two perfectly normal things weren't perfectly normal that night.

Alas, it was rough a rough one for me anyway. After spending his last 20 hours on a mattress on the floor with him, we had a vet visit at home to put him to sleep, and he was never in any significant pain or afraid, just tired. It was a good end for the goodest of boys.

After, I had a short cry, felt better and had a magnificent time going to the store and getting some fresh air, then had a HORRIBLE night sobbing ugly on the floor, after which I slept for nine hours like a baby. The next morning, I was fine, then wasn't, then was again, then wasn't, went to the store and felt like a bag of bricks. The next morning, didn't get out of bed for six hours, because everything was so fucking pointless and there's nothing to get up for anyway. I drank about one fifth of the amount I should have during this time and the idea of having fluids made me feel ill.

Now, for the past two days, I've been feeling perfectly fine. I keep jolting to some awareness of, god, where's the dog, did I forget him outside? Oh... right. But aside from that, I haven't felt any significant urge to fall off my feet and cry on the floor until I'm gagging. However, I'm now apparently unable to sleep entirely. Back to my old insomniac ways of not having more than 4 hours of sleep a night. As a bonus, my body has no idea whether it's supposed to be sleeping at night or in the morning. Prior to last Friday, my sleep cycle was around "sleep at 10 in the night", and now it's "sleep at 6 in the morning but still wake up as if I went to bed at 10 in the night". I have no idea how to fix this and frankly, I don't care enough to, I'm too tired, I'm too struggling to adjust to my new normal to bother with something as destined to fail as trying to negotiate with my sleep issues.

But it's very "convenient" that this hit exactly when I stopped showing symptoms emotionally. It's very interesting that this hit exactly when I started showing symptoms of dissociation - thinking I just "forgot" the dog, or "lost" the dog, when I can't see him in the house. Very curious, very interesting indeed. And very interesting that all of the above happened right when I gained access to my usual methods of coping with distress, which is video games; the past couple weeks, I've been nearly entirely gameless due to a broken video card.

Funny how these things "coincide".

In all seriousness, though, I'm proud of the grief work done in this house while we had access to it. We're long-time users of the Calm app, and it has been amazing during this time. Not only that, but despite being generally aversed to emotions, particularly strong emotions, and especially grief, guilt, and anger - we've truly felt all of these things very profoundly and allowed it to happen.

So, maybe when the feelings come back from the war, they'll be at least half-handled already.

Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.

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meetmyothersouls · 3 years ago

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Heyyy💖💖! Can i have a fluff overprotective Timothée??!!

Yes!!! Sorry this has taken so long, and thank you for being so active on my account ❤️❤️ I also see your notifications! Also hope you don’t mind soft smut bc it happened hahaha

Touch Me, Please

Warnings: fluff, smut, injuries

*I did not proof read this, since I wrote it at work!!*

Timothee wheeled you out of the hospital, careful not to roll you over any cracks or bumps on the pavement.

“I can walk, you know?” You said in feigned annoyance. Timothee was always over the top when it came to protecting you, but now, you feared it’d be even worse.

“I’m pretty sure it’s customary to be wheeled out of the hospital in a wheel chair after surgery or any major medical issue,” he retorted confidently, “but you were just in a car accident and I’m not letting you do much of anything for a long time.”

He did have reason for his concern, five days prior, the Uber you took was involved in a 4 car pile up, trapping you inside the car. You were left with two broken ribs, several fractures, a few cuts to your face (requiring stitches) and a concussion. Timothee was already waiting at the hospital when you arrived and slept in your room during your entire stay.

Still you said, “you’re not letting me go anywhere? Seems a bit dramatic don’t you think?”

Your wheel chair came to a halt, causing you to lean forward and wince at the pain from your ribs. Timothee spun your chair around and kneeled down to your level, “you could have died, you know that?” He was serious. Dead serious, you smirked at the thought, but shook away your dark humor. His eyes bounced between the two of yours, shaking slightly, “so, call it dramatic if you want, but at least for right now, you’re not going anywhere without me.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, failing at the attempt to hide your smile.

A week went by and Timothee barely let you leave your bed. You finally convinced him to let you leave your bedroom, telling him that laying on the couch wasn’t much different from laying on your bed and there was no possible way an accident could occur in the 10 foot stretch of carpet between your bedroom the living room.

You already felt a million times better and you didn’t even need to use the heavy duty pain killers the doctor prescribed you other than at night, before bed, when the pain usually intensified and kept you awake.

Timothee laid on his side, his back pressed against the couch. You smiled as he patted the perfectly you sized space next to him and snuggled into him. Your back pressed against his front, he hadn’t cuddled you since before the accident and you missed his touch. You pushed your body into him harder, hoping he’d take the hint, but his arm never reached over to hold you.

You shifted your body to turn and face him, groaning and wincing in the process. “You know you can still touch me. You’re not gonna break me, Timothee.”

“You’re still in pain, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I miss you, I miss you touching me,” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your body while pushing one of your legs in between his, “we haven’t had sex in almost two weeks,” your voice was longing, and you really didn’t miss the sex, his hands, his everything all over you all of the time.

“Y/n…” he groaned as your knee pressed in between his legs lightly. “We can’t have sex, you know this. The doctor said-”

“Fuck what the doctor said,” you shifted once more, laying more on top of him now than beside him, “I want you so bad. I need you, baby, please.” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, begging for sex like a horny teenager. “Please,” you whispered again, against his lips.

He licked his lips and indulged in a kiss and then another, slipping his tongue into your mouth along with it. Your hands found the hem of his sweatpants, but he stopped you, moving them back tongue chest. You attempted to remove your shirt, but again, he stopped you, “y/n, stop trying to take your clothes off.” He breathed out, “we are not having sex.”

You sat up, running your fingers through hair. You nodded once before climbing off of him. You felt bad for being annoyed, but you were, and you tried to push away your hurt feelings. You understood what he was trying to do and he was right. The doctor warned you that any physical activity (sexual or otherwise) could further damage your ribs and land you in the hospital again…but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted him, and right now, at least, he didn’t want you. You stood, fighting back the urge to cry and without saying a word, made your way back to your room. Timothee tried to grab your hand, but you moved just in time for him to miss it.

“Y/n, don’t be that way please,” he called to you in a tone that suggested he knew your feelings were hurt. You heard his footsteps behind you, but even if you’re still somewhat injured state, you were able to make it to the bedroom and shut the door in front of him before he got a chance to enter. He came in directly after you and you cursed yourself for not thinking to lock the door.

Gently, you laid yourself down on the bed, wincing as your ribs pushed into the mattress. Timothee climbed onto the bed, hovering over your body, careful not to put a hand on your body. You rolled your eyes and turned onto the side that had significantly less broken bones.

“Y/n, look at me.” He said so sweetly you could have given into him right then and there.

“No,” you said, attempting to nonchalantly wipe a tear that had finally fallen from your eye.

“I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true, so stop.” He fell next to you on the mattress, and for the first time placed a hand to your back, gently keeping you in place.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re thinking I don’t want you and it’s not true.” He kissed your lips and left them there, lingering closely.

“You don’t want to have sex with me.”

“Are you kidding?” He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. It was hard, likely from your attempts earlier. “You did that. Begging me to have sex with you. Don’t think for a second that if you weren’t still healing I wouldn’t take you right now and fuck the shit out of you.” He was rubbing your back now, underneath your shirt. His hands slid over to your side and lightly grazed your nipple. He smiled, and the shudder he earned from you.

His hands grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt and lifted it until it rested above your breasts. His eyes scanned your torso, and then went to your eyes. “You’re so pretty, y/n. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you…how much I love you.” He kissed your lips again, then traveled down, leaving a trail of extra soft and gentle kisses until he got to your breasts. He kissed the skin surrounding your nipple, then softly wrapped his lips around it, suckling gently.

“I thought you said-”

“No, y/n, I’m not gonna fuck you,” he interrupted you, pulling off of your nipple, heading toward the next one, “I do think, though, it wouldn’t hurt if I made you cum another way. Go ahead and lay on your back for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him, hiding your wince as best you could, in fear that he’d change his mind. His hands found the waist band of your pants and panties and slid them down simultaneously. He gently pushed your knees apart, taking his place between your legs. “If any part of you starts to hurt, promise me you’ll tell me.”

You nodded quickly, your heart beating rapidly as you watched him lick his lips and his head disappear between your legs. He ate your pussy, licking and sucking so gently it covered your skin I chills. “Oh, wow. That feels so good baby,” you moaned. You felt him hum in approval as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His soft lips made decadent sucking sounds as he lapped you up, “you doing okay, baby?” He managed to ask in between soft tongue flicks to your clit.

“Mmm, fuck, keep doing that don’t stop,” you whispered as your knees came up, “please, please, please, fuck.” You whined as he flicked and circled your clit through a pulsating orgasm.

His head popped up from between your legs, after licking you through the aftermath, subsequently, giving you a second orgasm you weren’t expecting.

He groaned and adjusted his sweat pants, adjusting a rather impressive erection.

“I can help you take care of that,” you told him, sliding your panties back on.

“Just let me take care of you today, tomorrow we can play more.”

The sentence alone making your insides quake.

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tsugarubecker · 2 years ago

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(Chapter one under the cut! 💕)

Bridging the Gap

Chapter 1

It’s been a long day.

Will Byers thinks it might possibly have been the longest day of his entire life so far. (He’s purposefully choosing to disregard his week in the upside down. Also his other week being possessed. Those don’t count. No other bad day would stand a chance against those ones, and that’s not fair.)

One more time he fluffs the navy blue sleeping bag he’s pulled out of storage, shaking out the slightly musty smell. Not that Mike’s ever minded little things like that. Mike’s slept on the floor, slept in a hospital chair when Will needed him.

Not that things are… quite like that, anymore.

Reasonably satisfied that he’s shaken the sleeping back for all it’s worth, Will lays it on his bedroom floor and mutters “c’mon, Will” to himself under his breath. He can’t stand here feeling self-indulgently miserable about Mike right now. He’s got couch cushions to grab.

He moves almost two full steps out of his doorway and nearly collides with Mike.

“Ah shit,” Mike hisses, twisting at the last second to avoid contact. Will stumbles, retreats a step backwards into his room, startled. They’re still standing too close.

“Uh… hi.” Will says, blinking at his friend. “Sorry.”

“No no, it’s all good. I’m sorry. Uh, I mean, for nearly running into you. Sorry.” Mike scratches his head. He’s looking at the wall.

“It’s okay. I was just gonna grab some couch cushions. That’s better than the floor, right?”

“…Grab the couch cushions, like off the couch?” Mike is now looking over Will’s shoulder into his room. He clocks the sleeping bag. His expression is unreadable.

“Um, yeah. I figured we could put them down in here. I grabbed you a sleeping bag. It smells like the attic but I figured you wouldn’t mind too much.”

Mike looks like he minds.

“…Unless you do mind? I can grab some blankets instead, I’m sure my mom has a couple extra on her—“

“—Well I was just thinking maybe I’d—“

“—bed that I’m sure I can grab—“

“—just sleep on the couch.”

Will looks at Mike. He blinks. His heart suddenly seems to weigh five extra pounds. He has no idea why this didn’t occur to him, especially after their fight today, and now he feels deeply embarrassed and childish. Of course - of course Mike will sleep on the couch.

“Oh! Yeah. Yeah, totally. Okay.” His chest doesn’t feel like it has an anvil on it. His throat isn’t getting choked up. Just because they always, always had their sleepovers in one another’s bedrooms doesn’t mean that needs to keep being a thing that happens. They’re practically adults now. Things change. They can still be friends. It’s okay. He’s fine. Everything is fine. “Um, do you want the uh…” he clears his throat as emotion threatens to destabilize his voice. “The, uh, sleeping bag? Or should I grab you some of those—“

“The sleeping bag is fine. Thanks.” Mike looks expectantly at Will. He looks testy, and exhausted. Overwhelmed - and no energy left to spare Will’s feelings.

Obligingly Will turns, hesitates for a second while deciding whether to fold up the sleeping bag, thinks better of it, grabs it up and crumples it together unceremoniously before turning and passing it to Mike. It’s a struggle to keep from throwing it at him or at least shoving it into his arms, but he narrowly avoids both. When he passes it to Mike, his right hand brushes Mike’s left. It’s an accident. Will sees Mike’s eyelashes flutter for a soft moment. Or it’s a trick of the dimmed down lights.

“Thanks.” Mike murmurs, taking a small awkward sideways step away. “I’m… gonna brush my teeth. Okay if I go first?”

Will’s chest is so tight he hardly trusts himself to speak. “Mmhmm.” He nods. He forces a small smile.

“Okay.” Mike turns and leaves.

Will stands in his doorway and watches him go. Once he’s turned the corner Will slowly backs all the way into his room and quietly closes the door. For a moment he just stands there. Then he leans forward and rests his forehead on the door. Breathes. Tries to fill his heavy chest with air. His head is pounding.

A couple minutes pass. He finally turns, moves away from the door toward the bed. Flicks the light off as he goes, deciding, screw it, he’s not brushing his teeth tonight.

He pulls himself into bed, muscles feeling slow like quicksand, and folds himself all up into the blankets like he’s a child. Like he’s fragile. Needs cushioning. Like if he moves too quickly or with too much force he might break.

He curls onto his side, one arm finding the one stuffed animal he allows himself (a worn, beige bear) and the fingers of his other hand grasping his pillow. The blankets are pulled over his head.

It’s only then, when he’s safely covered up and alone, that he allows the first sob to come.

Chapter 2

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Fracture

i apologise in advance.

Miya Osamu x female reader

TW non-con, dub-con, psuedo-infidelity, referenced character death, angst, drunk reader, gaslighting, age gap, the slightest hint of nsfw

‘Yer still coming home for summer, right?’

How many weeks had your sister spent lovingly bullying you into coming down? How many hours had you spent listening to her gush over the phone about how excited she was?

And until about three months ago, you’d been excited too.

Despite the ten or so years between the two of you, there was nobody on earth you loved more than your sister. When you were sixteen years old and your parents passed away in a car accident, she was the one who stepped up to take care of you, putting a roof over your head, making sure you ate, slept and kept up your grades, balancing two jobs to do it.

And she grumbled and you fought, but she’s the only reason you managed to keep it all together enough to graduate high school, and when it came time for you to leave home for university, she was the one blinking back tears and loudly complaining about you ‘abandoning your poor older sister in her time of need’.

As if she hadn’t sat with you for hours, pouring over your options and gently nudging you in the direction of Tokyo.

“It’s just a few hours away,” you’d told her. “I’ll come back and visit you all the time.”

There was truth to that. The first six months of uni, you came home every other weekend arms full of expensive textbooks and mountains of assignments to write, but then she met Osamu.

You’ve never seen anybody fall so hopelessly in love as quickly as she had. Miya Osamu may as well have hung the damn moon in the sky for how your sister looked at him. And you suppose you can’t really blame her; he was stupidly tall, broad shouldered and handsome. Even back then his restaurant was a wild success, the man was talented and clearly knew how to cook. Nice was the wrong word to describe him, but Miya Osamu was good, and so long as he made your sister happy, that was enough for you.

And it wasn’t like he was the one to drive you away.

Osamu liked you – he let you camp out in his restaurant and work on your assignments when you desperately needed a change of scenery, stopping to humour you with conversation if it was quiet. He made you laugh, he was interesting, and the more your sister brought him around, the more you realised that you actually kinda liked the guy.

Things were just easy between the two of you, you never had to pretend to be anything but what you were.

You were the one who started putting space between you and her. It wasn’t intentional, at least not on their part, but somewhere along the way you’d started to realise that Osamu wasn’t the odd one out anymore; you were. She was building a life with him, and fortnightly visits turned into monthly ones, and then eventually it became once every few months and after that only on holidays and special occasions – their wedding being one of them.

At Christmas, cheeks flushed with alcohol, she’d pulled you into a one armed hug, pouting into your sweater. “You never come visit us anymore,” she’d sniffled dramatically, “I miss you.”

But it was Osamu – fingers laced with your sister’s, a hint of a smile curling at his lips – who’d voiced it. “Come spend yer summer break with us.”

Three months later you’d awoken to a call telling you that there’d been an accident. Your sister was dead.

Weeks pass by in a blur. Your classes are a haze of droning voices and mindless typing, you submit papers you don’t remember writing and you get good marks anyway. Your friends don’t know how to act around you, everything feels surreal, like you’re moving around in a dream, nothing touches you anymore. It hurts, but you’ve wrapped up that pain and put it someplace safe, seeking it out only when you’re alone and you just can’t bear the numbness a second longer.

The trip you’d promised to take back home to Osaka is the furthest thing from your mind, at least until Osamu calls you in the early hours of the morning, a week or so before the semester ends.

“Yer still coming home for summer, right?”

The word ‘no’ lingers on the tip of your tongue. The last time you’d seen each other was at the funeral, his face blank and hollow, eyes rimmed in red. He’d barely spoken more than a few sentences to you, but he’d stayed by your side the entire time, calmly thanking those who came up to express their condolences.

You’d lost your sister, but he’d lost his wife.

“Do you still want me to?” you ask him quietly instead. If you were in his shoes, you’re not so sure that you would.

Yet Osamu sighs heavily, and you catch a faint clinking sound on the other end of the line, like a bottle being set back against the marble countertop. “I just–” but he breaks off and something inside of your chest tugs. “I want ya here. The house is empty… she’s gone and I… I want ya here. Please.”

How could you possibly say no after that? Maybe you’ve been selfish, so wrapped up in your own grief and misery. You’d assumed that because Osamu had Atsumu he’d be okay. Not right away, of course, but he’d have that support around him – a support system that you were without.

It didn’t enter your mind that perhaps he was struggling too. That he was spending night after night alone in a house etched with memories of her. And just as you’d thought that Tsumu was the one keeping his head above water, maybe he was offering a hand to do the same for you.

—

He’s waiting for you on the porch when your taxi pulls up on the kerb. The driver’s nice enough to help you with your bags, but Osamu is quick to intercept, waving off the help with an impatient huff that almost makes you laugh.

“Yer here,” he says once he sets them down on the porch, grinning as he tugs you into a warm embrace.

It’s then that you get a good look at him, a proper look – and for a moment, you’re taken aback. You haven’t seen him since the funeral a few months back, granted, but Osamu doesn’t look the way you imagined him to – especially after your call the other night. There’s no hint of pallid skin, no bloodshot eyes with heavy bags underneath or a 5 o’clock shadow on his face. No, even with his dark hair still a mess, dressed in jeans and his Onigiri Miya tee, Osamu looks good. Healthy even, if the way the sleeves of his shirt cling to his biceps is any indication.

It takes you a second to realise that you’re staring, because Samu chuckles, brushing past you to bring your stuff inside.

“Y’know, most people start with a hello,” he calls over his shoulder.

Your cheeks heat, a hint of shame curling inside of you. Were you expecting him to be an inconsolable wreck? You know better than most that grief messes with people differently, and it’s not fair of you to judge him, however unintentionally, for not fitting that image of the grieving husband.

It’s a good sign.

“Hi, Samu,” you reply somewhat sheepishly, following him inside.

He’s already walking towards your old bedroom, the ‘guest room’ now (though you and he both know it’s always been yours), leaving you to trail behind the older man. Your intention is to stop him from going to too much effort, but as you walk past the living room, something catches your eye.

Or rather, the absence of something. Faltering in your step, it takes you a second to realise what’s missing, but as you glance around, brows furrowing in confusion, it hits you.

The pictures of you and your sister, the cute ones with her and Samu, the old family snaps that used to line the walls and sit on the TV unit, they’re gone. And it’s not just the pictures. The artwork your sister had painted that used to hang by the wall next to the kitchen, the little pot plants she’d doted on like children, hell, the throw that she’d knitted one winter that was always lying on the couch; they’re all gone.

The room feels almost alien without them, unfamiliar and cold. He’d hung up some cool photography stuff to fill in some of the spaces, but instead of homey it just felt… modern. Like the pictures you see in magazines of staged houses that nobody actually lives in.

And you must have been standing there for a while, because you don’t notice it when Samu comes back to find you still holding your purse, gazing around like a lost child.

“I didn’t get rid of ‘em, if that’s what yer thinking.”

You turn to face him, except Osamu isn’t looking at you. He’s gazing at the walls around you both, his face strangely impassive – except for his eyes. It’s impossible for you to miss the hurt that swims there, the faint sheen they didn’t hold only moments ago. “I packed them away – they’re in yer room if ya want to look through any of it, it’s just…” he trails off, finally glancing back to look at you. And once again, you feel that flicker of guilt slowly eating away at you. “It was painful, seeing her face everywhere.”

Before you left your apartment that morning, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t cry today – but the tears come unbidden, and one moment you’re standing there staring at him and the next you’re choking on a sob, hand coming to your lips to try and stifle it.

Osamu’s there in a second, solid arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. He doesn’t say a word (what’s there to say anymore?) he just hums softly, stroking your back with a gentle hand as you fall apart once more.

—

It’s surprisingly easy for the two of you to fall into a rhythm. There’d been some part of you that was hesitant about this whole thing – despite having a relatively good relationship with your brother in law, you knew that the only real connection between the two of you was your sister.

Without her, living in the same space and trying to navigate around the holes that she’d left, you’d expected it to be at least a little awkward between the two of you. But with Osamu working full time, it was kind of a non-issue. Aside from the first day when he’d taken the morning off to help you get settled, he was usually gone before you woke up, and most nights he wasn’t home until nine or ten. How he worked such long hours six days a week without collapsing out of sheer exhaustion was beyond you, but you tried to make things easier for him, cooking dinner for the two of you.

“Y’know ya don’t have to do this every night, right?” he asks you one night, sticking the leftover chicken into the microwave. “I have a restaurant, I can sort out my own dinner.”

You don’t tell him that despite being a rather terrible cook, it was one of the things your sister made sure to do every night in the weeks following your parents’ death. You’d spend most of your day holed up in your room if you weren’t at school, but dinner was the one time you’d sit and talk with her. It became a ritual; something sacred and special between the two of you.

You’re a better cook than she was by far, no comparison for Osamu, of course, but it’s the only way you really know how to help with… whatever this is.

Instead, you just offer him a wry look from your position on the couch, “And yet, you never do.”

He scoffs at that, a hint of a smirk curling at his lips, “Why would I eat there when I know yer cookin’ for me?”

—

Of course, as easy as it is to slip into living with Osamu, you can’t escape what happened there forever.

It doesn’t slip your notice the first night you spend there; the spare toothbrush in your bathroom, the decidedly masculine body wash in the shower, or how one of the shelves in the vanity was stocked with shaving cream and cologne and a few odd skin care products. You’d assumed that they were Atsumu’s, spares stashed away for the odd nights he crashed here. There’s another bathroom off the master bedroom, so you know it can’t be Samu’s stuff.

Except you find yourself proven wrong one night, when fresh from your shower and clad only in a fluffy white towel, you open the door to find a shirtless Osamu filling the space, one arm propped up on the doorframe.

“Anyone ever tell ya yer a bit of a bathroom hog?” he asks, smirking down at you.

And you’re so taken aback, utterly confused as to why he’s standing there half dressed, why it matters how long you take in the bathroom – never mind that the only thing covering you from complete nakedness is your towel – that you can only stand there, gaping like a fish as he laughs, takes you by the shoulders and physically shifts you out of the way as he slides on past.

It takes you until the following morning – Osamu’s sole day off – to ask him about it, clutching nervously at your cup of coffee while he busies himself making breakfast for the two of you.

“Samu, um, about last night…” you timidly begin.

He glances up at you from the stove, a single eyebrow raised. “What about it?”

Your cheeks are already burning, eyes darting between his face and the mug in your hands as you struggle to find the right words to bring it up without making things weird. “Well, I-I was just wondering… um, why you were using my bathroom?”

You’re not sure what kind of reaction that you’re expecting, but the dark look that flashes across his face isn’t it. For a split second, your insides clench, terrified that you’ve said the wrong thing–

But as quickly as it appeared, Osamu’s expression smooths over. He exhales heavily, setting down the spoon in his hand as he turns to face you properly, and when your eyes flicker up once more, you realise with a start that it’s pity that’s taken its place.

And a second too late, the pieces inside your head fall into place.

“Oh.”

Osamu nods only once. “I can’t go in without seeing her lyin’ there… I thought ya knew.”

And it’s like all the air’s been sucked out of the room. She’d died in their bathroom – slipped on the wet tiles and cracked her head open on the edge of their bath, and Samu had been the one to find her.

Weakly your eyes flutter shut, bitter nausea churning in your gut. How could he stay here, sleep in the next room when–

“Hey, hey, calm down, I gotcha,” Samu’s voice is at your ear, and your head’s spinning, pounding, and you can’t breathe. The mug in your hand tumbles to the floor, your coffee spilling across the wooden floorboards as weak fingers clutch at empty air, and then those arms are around you once more and Osamu’s trying to soothe you.

Breakfast is forgotten as he tugs you towards the couch to sit. And as he holds you, speaks to you in that calm, unwavering voice you try to focus on the scent of him (masculine and earthy, a hint of spice and cedar), the fabric of his shirt under your cheek and the gentle, almost lazy circles he rubs into your side and not the mental image of your sister, lying broken and bleeding on the bathroom floor.

—

It doesn’t take much effort to find the stash of your sister’s things that Samu set aside in your room. You lose hours flicking through pictures of her, smiling through your tears as they dredge up old, happy memories of the two of you.

Even the ones of her and Samu, his arms looped around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head; she’s always wearing that bright grin that makes your heart ache.

There are a few of the three of you – one from the last time they’d come to visit you in Tokyo and you’d dragged them off to Disneyland. You’re standing between the two of them, beaming at the camera while Samu’s arm hangs off your shoulder and your sister, grinning widely and wearing the minnie mouse ears she’d bought at the first opportunity, tosses up a peace sign.

Softly wiping away your tears, you set it aside. You’ll have to ask Samu if you can take that one home with you.

—

“What’re ya doin’ tomorrow?”

It’s late, and the two of you are sprawled out on the couch, watching TV with a bowl of snacks between you like the old days when he asks.

“Not much,” you reply. “I was going to go to the markets at some point in the morning and maybe head to the beach after that, why?”

Grey-ish brown eyes flicker across to you, “A few of my old teammates are in town, we’re meetin’ up for some drinks. I want ya to come with me.”

“Oh,” the word slips out before you can stop yourself. “Um, yeah… if you want?”

It ends up sounding more like a question, a fact that doesn’t slip past Osamu if the amused little snort he gives in response is any indication. And it’s not that you don’t want to give up your plans in favour of going with him; you get along pretty well with Atsumu and you’ve met most of his old teammates at least once or twice, it’s just that you’re a little confused as to why he’d want you there to begin with.

They’re all at least twelve years older than you, and while it occurs to you that maybe he’s just inviting you along to be polite (not that that’s ever been his style before) the last thing you want is to be stuck feeling like an afterthought, all but ignored as he and his friends catch up.

“I said I wanted ya there, didn’t I?” He doesn’t wait for a response, “‘sides, Tsumu already asked if you were comin’.”

Which is how you find yourself dressed up for the first time in months, fingers smoothing out the hem of your dress as Samu tosses you a lazy grin from the driver’s seat. “Relax, wouldja? They ain’t gonna bite.”

You know that. They’re good guys, but no matter how much rationalising you try to do, you can’t seem to quell the anxiety eating you up, and the frustrating thing is that you don’t know why you’re feeling it.

He’d neglected to tell you that they weren’t meeting at some bar or restaurant, but at Atsumu’s condo in the city (‘Showy fuckin’ bastard’ Samu’d huffed as he’d pulled up in front of the building), but you suppose it really doesn’t make much of a difference.

“Ya look good,” he compliments, eyeing you for a moment while the two of you wait for the elevator.

Cheeks warming, you drop your gaze and stutter out a quiet thank you. Apparently unsatisfied, he leans closer, reaching one large hand up to gently ruffle your hair – grinning in satisfaction when you shriek and try to pry it away. “Relax,” he whispers again, the warmth of his breath tickling the bare skin of your neck. “Yer too wound up.”

Distracted by the arrival of the elevator, you fail to notice that instead of returning back to his side, his hand drops to your shoulder.

And it should be easier to do just that once you have a drink in hand. Atsumu greets you with a one armed hug, the only hint of anything out of the ordinary being the way his gaze lingers a beat too long as he studies your face, his eyes sharp and missing nothing. But whatever he sees (or doesn’t see) his expression softens into a smile, “Glad ya came.”

But even as you’re greeted by the others, falling into an easy conversation with Kita and Aran you can’t seem to shift the uneasiness in your stomach. There’s something in the air, a tension nobody really wants to admit to.

And you can’t quite tell if the others are surprised that Samu brought you at all, or if it’s just because you’re a living reminder of a tragedy that’s still fresh and raw, and everyone’s trying to pretend that it’s not. You don’t blame them for it, of course, they only mean the best. But you can see it in the way Suna side eyes you every now and then, how skilfully Akagi skirts anything that could touch a nerve when he comes up to chat.

It’s like they’re all walking on eggshells – though whether it’s for your benefit or Osamu’s, you’re not entirely sure. For his part, Samu sticks close, keeping your drink topped up, an arm slung over your shoulders as the afternoon wears into the evening.

Yet despite that, the alcohol you’re drinking far too quickly starts to work its magic, filling your body with a warm, pleasant little buzz, and you actually start to enjoy yourself. You laugh easier, giggling when the twins start to bicker, gasping in wicked delight when Suna offers to show you certain embarrassing photos of both of them on his phone (he has quite the collection), even letting Gin and Tsumu drag you into taking shots with them.

And all the while, Samu watches you, a soft smirk playing at his lips.

—

By the time he unlocks the front door and you stumble back inside, you’re absolutely plastered, giggling at nothing and tripping over your own feet.

As always, Samu’s there to catch you, strong, muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “Careful there, princess,” he laughs.

You grin up at him, carefree and heartbreakingly beautiful. For the first time in months you feel light, you feel amazing and you don’t want this to end. Kicking your heels off, you skip inside, leading him by the hand. “Samu,” you call back over your shoulder. “I wanna dance.”

“Nobody’s stopping ya.”

“But there’s no music,” you pout, and once again he chuckles, letting you go to settle back into the leather couch as he pulls out his phone. A moment later a familiar, lively melody floods the living room, and you let yourself become lost to it. It doesn’t matter that you’re drunk and dancing alone, Samu’s dark eyes following your every move, you’ve never felt so free.

Arms raised in the air, hips swaying hypnotically to the beat, you lose track of time. It could’ve been minutes or seconds or a whole hour, but suddenly you’re not alone anymore – Samu’s there with you. His cologne invades your senses, why does he always smell so good? His body’s warm, almost hot as he slots himself behind you, caging you against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his voice sending shivers running down your spine. “Yer a little tease, ya know that?”

And there’s something wrong with that, you know there is, but you can’t seem to think of what it is – not when the weight of his hold’s impeding your movement. A pout adorns your face, a soft, almost petulant whine escaping your lips as you try in vain to untangle yourself, “Samu, lemme go. I wanna dance.”

He huffs out a laugh, but that doesn’t sound right either. “Don’t wanna dance with you, pretty girl.”

There’s something hard pressing against your lower back, and his hot breath ghosts over your neck a moment before lips descend to suck on the sensitive flesh.

In a split second, all that blissful, warm, drunken happiness evaporates. Samu groans lowly, his chest rumbling at your back, but there’s a pit of something cold and urgent that’s seeping through your veins, distant, foggy alarm bells tolling inside of your head and you don’t understand what’s happening, but you know that you don’t like it.

You want it to stop.

“S-Samu,” you whine, shifting uncomfortably against his hold.

This time he listens, drawing back just enough that he can turn you around to face him. And those familiar eyes are hooded and dark, burning with an intensity that makes you want to recoil even as he stares down at you, taking your cheek in hand.

You don’t even realise that you’re crying until his thumb’s brushing away your tears. There’s nothing comforting or pleasant (nothing of the Samu you know) on his face as he studies your fearful expression, but eventually he lets out a heavy sigh.

“She was positive I was cheatin’ on her,” he admits. “Did she ever tell ya that?” He pauses for a beat waiting for a reply, but when it’s clear that you don’t have one for him, he just scoffs, “No, ‘course not. That’d be admitting that not everything about our life was picture perfect, and heaven fuckin’ forbid we do that. Y’know, that's why she wanted ya back here so bad. She needed a buffer.”

Bitterness clings to every word like poison and you flinch, renewing your struggles to get away. Not that he lets you – the moment you start to squirm the arm around your waist tugs you closer, anchoring you against him. The tears come faster, followed by soft, hiccuping sobs, but Samu seems beyond caring at that point.

“Stupid bitch never could see what was right in front of her face. That’s what we were fightin’ about that night; she said she was gonna leave me.”

Your heart clenches, fear pooling in your gut, but Samu just smiles at you, a mockery of sweet tenderness, reaching back to tuck a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. “But you know I’d never hurt my pretty girl, don’t ya, baby?” he asks. “Just want a taste tonight.”

You don’t even have time to suck in a breath before he’s kissing you, cradling the back of your head as his mouth moves hungrily against yours.

And all you can taste is the whiskey on his tongue.

—

You can’t tear your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror, the faint, reddish blemish colouring your neck.

A hickey.

Tentatively, as if trying to prove that it’s real and not a figment of your imagination, you prod at the mark, only to wince at the tenderness. Definitely real.

You’d woken up to an empty house – unsurprising considering it was well past ten and you knew Osamu had work today – with your head pounding and your mouth uncomfortably dry. Wracking your brain, you can’t seem to conjure up a rational explanation for the bruise. Granted, you can’t really remember much of last night, only fragments of being at Atsumu’s place, and certainly nothing after you’d started taking those shots.

Which doesn’t make the uneasiness sitting heavy in your stomach any easier to take, because you know that you hadn’t been cosying up to anybody before you’d lost track of the night, and if it had happened after, then surely Samu or one of the others would have stepped in and put a stop to it.

And that should’ve been more of a comforting thought than it was, because if it didn’t happen at Atsumu’s then that meant it happened afterwards, when you were here with Samu.

Your heart thumps unevenly against your ribs.

Osamu. Your dead sister’s husband, your brother in law.

A hickey on your neck isn’t just a kiss. It’s not a simple, drunken peck against your lips, it meant that somebody had sucked on the skin, bitten at it, kissed until blood vessels broke – it’s not the kind of thing that happens accidentally.

A wave of nausea threatens to overtake you, and you barely manage to make it to the bathroom before you’re violently emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl. And you know as you collapse onto the cool tiled floor, shaking just a little, that this time at least, the alcohol isn’t to blame.

You know Samu; you trust him implicitly. Whatever happened, it must have been a mistake or something. You’d both been drinking, and he’s still grieving and–

There’s no point jumping to conclusions or working yourself up any more than you already have. You’ll just bring it up with him when he gets home, you decide.

Yet anxiety and guilt gnaw at you as the hours crawl by, you’re half tempted to pick up your phone and just call him to ask point blank. The clock feels like it’s mocking you every time you glance up, and while you try your best to distract yourself with household chores and then busying yourself with dinner, none of it works for long.

By the time he does stride through the door, a little before ten, you’re an anxious wreck, all but wringing your fingers as you sit rigid and tense at the table. Most nights you eat before he gets home, hunger getting the better of you, but tonight you don’t seem to have much of an appetite.

“Smells good,” he comments with an easy grin, toeing off his shoes and dropping his wallet and keys by the door.

You open your mouth, but the words seem to get stuck in your throat as he drops a kiss down on the top of your head and walks on past to grab a bowl from the kitchen.

“I’m starving.”

Instead, you just swallow nervously as he pulls out the seat next to you and sits, not wasting another second before digging in. Your eyes quickly dart over to study him, but you don’t see any hint of guilt or unease on his face. He just looks like the same old Samu, a little tired maybe, but otherwise totally normal, and so you force yourself to pick up your spoon and follow suit.

And he’s never been one to fill silences with meaningless chatter, but tonight the quiet between the two of you feels oppressive, every clink of metal against ceramic echoing too loudly, every chew, every swallow setting you on edge. You can’t even taste the food, your stomach too twisted in knots for you to feel anything but nauseous after a few bites.

“… Is everything okay?” he asks after a few minutes, and it’s so sudden amongst the tense silence that you visibly jerk, almost dropping the spoon you’d been toying with.

You glance up to find him staring, brows furrowed in concern, and once again your stomach flips. It’s now or never.

“Um… did anything happen last night?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Osamu’s frown deepens fractionally, and he tilts his head as your fingers twist in your lap, “What d’ya mean?”

Did we kiss? The words dangle on the tip of your tongue, but as you nervously meet his eyes, you find nothing but confusion and concern there. And for a moment, you almost speak them, but then Samu’s reaching across the table to take your hand in his, and as his warm palm swallows up yours, you lose your nerve.

“You sure yer okay?”

Whatever happened, he doesn’t remember it and neither do you.

Smiling tightly, you nod. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Nevermind.”

There’s no reason for you to drag him through the mud for this, you’re already feeling enough guilt and shame for the both of you.

—

You try to put it out of your mind, but it’s not that easy.

Lying awake in bed at night, your brain unwittingly turns over possibilities of what else could’ve caused the mark if not Osamu. Guilt gnaws at you every second that you’re around him and all the while he’s painfully oblivious to it all.

He’s always been affectionate with you, but all those stray, unthinking touches now carry a different weight with them. You find yourself ducking away from them more often than not, pretending that you don’t see the almost wounded look in those greyish-brown eyes when you do. You start to avoid him, finding other places to be whenever he’s home.

And you hate yourself for it, because Osamu’s been nothing but faithful to your sister for as long as you’ve known him. You’re the one acting like there’s something wrong between the two of you, like he’s treating you any differently than he always has when you know that’s not the case.

You know that, but when you catch sight of the fading bruise in the mirror, your stomach twists into knots all the same.

There are excuses and justifications aplenty, but none of them make you feel any better. You still find yourself sniffling into your pillow, swallowed up by your guilt when you imagine how devastated your sister would be if she knew.

You’d let her husband kiss you. Being drunk and miserable and grieving didn’t change that. Whether he knew it was you or mistook you for her; it doesn’t matter. Maybe it was a mistake, letting him talk you into coming.

Things were still too raw, too fresh. You’d thought that coming here would help, but so far it’s only made everything worse, and unintentionally or not, you can’t kid yourself that your presence is doing anything to help Osamu anymore.

You need to go back to Tokyo.

Somewhat selfishly, you’re tempted to put it off until the weekend, because you know that Onigiri Miya has a stall for the beginning of the summer festival and he’ll be too preoccupied with that to think about anything else – but you just can’t bring yourself to do that to him.

No, it’s better to rip it off like a bandaid; nice and quick.

You’d planned on breaking the news over dinner, but as you pick your way through your noodles, you notice that Samu’s quieter than he usually is. Every time you risk a glance up he’s staring at the table, looking entirely lost in thought, and it just doesn’t feel like the right time to bring it up.

Tomorrow, you decide, you’ll cook his favourite for dinner and tell him then.

—

The knocking startles you from your sleep with a jolt. It’s quiet, hesitant almost, but you’ve always been a light sleeper.

“Samu?” you croak out, fumbling blindly for the phone at your bedside to see what time it is.

The door opens, a crack of light from the hallway spilling into your room as Osamu looks in. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “I know it’s late, but I need to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’.”

He’s shirtless, clad only in a pair of cotton pyjama pants, but he doesn’t look to be in any immediate kind of trouble. Still, he wouldn’t have disturbed you in the middle of the night if it wasn’t something important, so you blearily wipe the sleep from your eyes and force yourself to sit up as he slips into your room and shuts the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?”

He hasn’t bothered to turn on the light, and even with the moonlight streaming in through your window, his face is cast in shadow as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. And it’s silly, especially considering he’s the one who’s shirtless right now but it’s hard not to flush at the realisation that you’re only wearing a thin, satiny slip. You feel almost naked – he’s seen you in bikinis before, but it feels different here, when he’s the one in your bedroom.

“You asked me the other day about what happened the night we went to Tsumu’s,” he begins, his voice quiet and soft in the early hours of the morning, and suddenly your state of dress is the last thing on your mind.

Swallowing tightly, your pulse quickens and you still, waiting for him to continue.

And you feel, rather than see, the way he stares at you, inching a fraction closer when you don’t immediately answer. “And I lied. Or I didn’t exactly tell ya the full truth.”

“Which is?” you force out.

Samu’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep, slow breath in and exhales heavily. “You were drunk and ya came onto me, tried to kiss me.” You flinch, a choked sound escaping your throat at the blunt admission, but he’s quick to reach for you, his hand coming to rest on your knee, squeezing it reassuringly. “And in the heat of the moment, I let ya.”

Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but the moment you try to turn away from him, biting your lip and trying to blink back the tears, he stops you.

“Osamu–”

“‘Cause I’ve spent years waiting to kiss those lips, an’ I’m tired of pretending we both don’t want this.”

And he’s kissing you; soft and sweet and gentle, his lips molding to yours as he cups the back of your neck. You wonder if he can feel your pulse racing under his fingertips as he draws himself closer, groaning into your mouth.

It doesn’t matter that your hands are on his bare chest, pushing at him, hitting him – those muscles aren’t just for show; he’s immovable. The more you squirm, trying to extricate yourself so that you can plead with him to stop–

This is a mistake. A horrible, awful misunderstanding. He’s upset and grieving and not thinking clearly and you have to stop this.

He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

– the more his grip tightens until it starts to hurt and you’re whimpering into the kiss. Your tears are wetting his cheeks, but he doesn’t care, won’t stop and there’s a panic that rises within you every second that you’re entangled with him.

“Don’t do this,” he mutters, breaking the kiss as a sob rips its way free from your throat, “Don’t pretend ya don’t want this, baby. I know ya do. Stop being a little fuckin’ tease.”

He leans back in, intent on capturing your lips again, and in an act of desperation you reach for his face, cradling his cheek in your hand. “Samu, please,” you beg, wide, imploring eyes searching his face for any hint of a reprieve. “You’re scaring me. Stop, please, j-just for a second.”

Just a second, that’s all you need to try and snap him out of whatever the hell this is. One second.

Osamu stills, his face mere inches from your own, his body hovering atop yours. His breath, ragged and uneven, ghosts over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, but you don’t dare move as he leans into the touch, grey eyes fluttering shut.

He sighs, the sound almost like a shiver. “Ya don’t need to be scared, ‘m gonna take good care of my girl.”

He doesn’t give you the chance to say anything else, not as he forces himself onto you once more. You used to marvel a little at Osamu. Tall, handsome and strong, even in his mid thirties; Samu was fit. Now, straddling your waist, pinning your wrists to the wall with one hand, the other palming at your tits, he dwarfs you entirely. He isn’t impatient, not as he kisses you languidly, not as he slides the soft, satin up your thigh, revealing your underwear.

Your hiccuping sniffles aren’t enough to move him, you’re not strong enough to physically fight him off. He doesn’t pay the tearful, breathless pleas sobbed out between kisses any mind.

Osamu grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your front, lips brushing at the nape of your neck as he smooths your hair back, and you’re utterly helpless to stop him.

And as his hand runs down your side and he coaxes your hips up into the air, you almost wish that he was rough. Because this pretense of gentleness, glinting steel masquerading as silk – it’s too intimate, and you feel complicit.

Like you’re willing.

Like you want this with him.

An act of love as he tugs your panties down to your knees and hums in quiet satisfaction at the sight of your bare cunt, glistening just for him.

There’s a voice in your head telling you you should be screaming and kicking and snarling like a wild, feral thing, but Osamu’s grabbing at your ass, spreading it to get a better look, his thumb gliding along your slit and all you can think about is the picture he’d packed away, the one of the three of you at Disneyland.

Samu’s arm slung over your shoulder, and your sister’s bright smile.

He spits; a warm, fat glob of saliva hitting your pussy, and as it slowly dribbles down the only sound that leaves your lips is a soft, broken whine. You don’t fight him when he takes his cock in hand and guides the flushed head, pre-cum already oozing at the tip, along your cunt, you just lie there, a toy for him to move and manipulate however he wants.

“You’ll forgive me for this, I know ya will,” he murmurs, softly squeezing your hip just once as something thick and blunt presses at your entrance.

But it doesn’t matter, not as his cock sheaths itself inside of you with one hard, brutal thrust, because you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to forgive yourself.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere osamu miya #yandere osamu x reader #yandere osamu #yandere osamu miya x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: infidelity #angst #drunk reader #manipulation and gaslighting ahead y'all #dilf osamu

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simplyotometrash · 4 years ago

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MC turns into MSheep!

Inspired by the lil anime announcement we got because I love MC still being represented by a lil sheepie~!

As usual, this is gender-neutral reader!MC

It was a total accident. You were just working on your potion project with Solomon. He was helping you with the math of it, mostly, since it was pretty complicated. You had no idea where things went wrong. There was a puff of pink smoke when you added the last ingredient and suddenly Solomon was a giant! Well, actually you were turned into a small pink sheep...

Lucifer:

He didn’t know what to say when Solomon brought you home.

You were a sheep. A tiny sheep. And very pink.

His beloved was a sheep.

Lucifer.exe has stopped responding.

Honestly, give this old man a few moments to take in the shock and let things settle.

Then he’s going to threaten Solomon because who else would have turned you into a fucking sheep?

A tiny voice sounded from the sheep. It sounded like you, only smaller.

“It was my fault. I think. Solomon didn’t even touch my potion ingredients.”

Well, that doesn’t change anything. Solomon had best change you back or else.

And those words shot pure ice through your veins. You knew when your Lucifer got pissed off, his threats were not to be taken lightly.

For the time being, however, you had to live as a sheep.

Lucifer didn’t hesitate to just carry you everywhere. What if you got lost? Or Beel tried to eat you? Or Belphie thought you were a pillow? Or Mammon tried to sell you?

There were too many variables and this old demon just wanted some peace of mind.

So you went literally everywhere with him. You two still talked as normal. You even slept in his room still.

You promised yourself to help him relax once you were human again. You knew your situation caused a lot of unneeded stress on the poor man.

It took three whole days before Solomon was able to change you back.

But when you were human again you didn’t expect Lucifer to hug you so tightly or give you such a firm kiss. He had missed his human being, well, a human far more than he cared to admit.

But you better make good on helping him relax. I think there’s some grey in his hair now.

Mammon:

Haha, good joke, Solomon! Now, where was his human? Really, where were they hiding?

He was so sure it was a prank and you were taking pictures from the bushes or something.

When you voice sounded from the small sheep Mammon nearly fainted.

What the fuck did Solomon do to his human?! The Great Mammon’s human was a sheep!

You explained your situation and Mammon only grew more jittery.

He was grinding his teeth. He didn’t hesitate, though, to snatch you away from Solomon and hold you like you were the most sacred thing in the whole of Devildom.

“Ya better turn them back! I can make money at the casinos so name the price!”

Oh he was serious. Mammon was willing to pay good Grimm just to turn you back.

And Solomon, after cruel teasing with pricing your return to human at over a million Grimm, said he would do it for free. After all, there was no telling if this would wear off or if it needed to be reversed.

So he would do it. It was a good chance to study your potion recipe and figure out how you fucked up.

Mammon, like his older brother, took you literally everywhere with him. But by everywhere I do mean everywhere. Lucifer at least had the decency to leave you out when he went to the bathroom. Mammon did not.

He was also making sure to keep you away from Asmo, who had fallen for your pink and fluffy form on sight.

Mammon talked to you like you were still human. He treated like his human.

But he also acted like you would break at any second. He had never been so careful in his life.

He honestly cried on the third day, worried you might be stuck as a sheep. He didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were turned back by that evening. Solomon had dropped by to check in and the potion naturally wore off.

Mammon hugged you so tight you felt like you were being suffocated.

But he was back to normal the second Solomon joked that he wanted to get paid for his efforts.

Levi:

Once Solomon was able to get into his bedroom, Levi just about fainted at the sight of you.

He wasn’t even skeptical about this.

It was just like the anime “Help I’ve Accidentally Been Turned Into a Sheep and Now I’m Stuck!”. Literally, just like the anime!

You needn’t worry about anyone trying anything with you while Solomon worked to turn you back, it wasn’t like you would be leaving Levi’s room very much.

You were in his lap almost 24/7 save for when you needed food or to go to the bathroom. Or he needed to do the same.

His room was a fortress so you were pretty much safe.

You couldn’t remember the last time you got to spend quite that much time with your otaku. He could be difficult at times, especially when he was playing a game.

You actually relished the time spent as a sheep because of it.

Levi was not-so-secretly getting more and more anxious though.

He saw the anime! He made you watch it with him in one sitting, too! What if this turned out just like the anime and you never turned back into a human?

The main character in the anime was a sheep for an entire YEAR!

If he had a soul it would have left his body at the very thought.

By the end of the third day you could tell he was totally falling apart.

His partner was a sheep. Probably forever.

With a poof of pink smoke you were human again.

And Levi unconscious because, for some reason, you turned human and had no clothes on.

You just put on some of his clothes for the time being and called Solomon.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror as you were on the phone and told him to keep working on that reversal potion.

You still had sheep fluff for hair, horns, and sheep ears...

Satan:

If looks could kill then Solomon would have been dead where he stood.

The sin of wrath was so pissed off that there was an evil, menacing aura radiating from him.

And it was directed solely at Solomon.

“I don’t even want you working on a way to turn them back. You might be a great sorcerer but I’m going to do this myself.”

He snatched you away and slammed the door in the sorcerer’s face.

No one tried to bother him as he stormed back to his room.

“I promise I’m going to turn you back, MC.”

He poured over his books and had you give him the potion you had been making. You had to tell every single detail you could remember of what happened leading up to your transformation.

But he didn’t only focus on turning you back.

He couldn’t neglect you being in the room with him. You still brought out the calm within him and made him feel at ease.

When you insisted he take breaks, he would make some tea and give you a straw so you didn’t get tea in your wool.

Like he usually did, he read to you when you wanted to go to sleep. It was even more relaxing holding a warm ball of fluff.

But he barely slept.

He had to figure out a way to turn his favorite person back to normal.

You were still you, no doubt about that, but he missed you being a person. Someone he could kiss and hold hands with. Someone he didn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing or losing because you were so small.

He finally figured it out. He studied your potion recipe for hours on end until he figured out what went wrong. You had been given a recipe that had been “mislabeled”.

Knowing that made it a cinch to turn you back within the hour.

Now to murder the dodgy sorcerer who gave you the recipe for class to begin with.

Asmo:

“Whaaaaaat? MC? A sheep? Oh, darling, you are so cute! And so soft!!”

He canonically loves cute things (did you read the Devilgram story about him taking care of bunnies?) so he was having the time of his life.

And then it hit him as soon as Solomon laughed.

He couldn’t go out on dates with you. He couldn’t kiss you. Or see your stunning face. Your voice wasn’t the same.

Solomon promised to do what he could to fix this, but it could take a few days.

Did he spend the next hour crying and hugging your fluffy body? Yes, yes he did.

You got him calmed down, reassuring him that it was temporary and there were some perks. He would totally get lots of attention on Devilgram if he posted your pictures! You were pink, his favorite color! You had lots of soft wool he could brush and he could paint your tiny sheep hooves!

That perked him right up.

He spent the next several hours styling your wool, somehow managing to put braids in it. He gave you cute decorative pieces to wear in your wool, painted your hooves to match his nails, and even gave you a little bowtie!

And boy did his Devilgram blow up with attention at the sight of your pictures.

You even inspired his newest clothing designs! Clothing for pets! Devildom didn’t have a cute variety of pet clothes, and while you weren’t a pet, you were very inspiring to look at.

Even pets deserved to look beautiful!

You were so soft to snuggle with but nighttime really made him miss you. Even in an innocent way, he missed skin-to-skin cuddling. It was always so reassuring.

But he didn’t have that.

He managed to get through the days that went by before Solomon finally turned you back.

And he was beginning to wonder if Solomon had drawn out your time as a sheep on purpose.

That didn’t matter, though. Not when he had to take you out on a date!

Beel:

Solomon was holding something soft and fluffy. Was it food? Cotton candy? It looked really sweet and tasty.

“Beel, no, it’s me!”

“MC...?”

He wasn’t happy once the situation was explained. But he didn’t show it. To be fair, he wasn’t the most outwardly expressive of his emotions unless it was necessary.

With Solomon’s promise to return you to normal, he just carried you back to the kitchen with him.

But he wasn’t hungry anymore. Not when his dear human was in a new and unusual form.

It caused him to go into a bit of a crisis, though.

What did sheep eat? What could YOU eat? You were a human in a sheep’s body after all. Did you have to eat what sheep ate or could you still eat your favorite things?

He sat there, staring at the cupboards and fridge, with the most worried look on his face.

To be fair, you weren’t sure either.

And you two stayed liked that until Satan said you could still eat whatever you liked, though it would be best to avoid meat unless it was basically shredded.

Then came Beel’s next huge crisis: he was terrified of crushing you!

You were so tiny and delicate now, even more fragile than when you were a human.

It took a little convincing but Beel took to carrying you literally everywhere you wanted to go. He loved how soft you were.

Though you didn’t like how often he drooled on you because your fluff looked too tasty. You promised to get him cotton candy once you were a human again, which kind of helped the situation.

Beel even made sure to make everything you ate easy on you! He didn’t want anything to be hurtful to your little sheep body or hard for you to eat!

He didn’t hesitate to help you drink the reversal potion once Solomon got it made, holding his breath until he saw you in your proper state again.

He could breathe easy again.

Belphie:

What was Solomon carrying? A new pillow or something?

It looked so soft and like it would be a perfect napping pillow.

He wasn’t even listening to anything Solomon had to say, the explanation going in one ear and out the other.

He was focused on going inside to use the new pillow.

Until he heard you talking to him after Solomon had given up on explaining anything.

Now he was mildly concerned. You weren’t you anymore. You were a sheep. He actually listened as you told him your story, unlike with Solomon, and he merely shrugged.

“Well, what can you do? You’ll be normal again eventually.”

You knew your grumpy demon, though. He was worried about you. But Belphie was never good at showing his worry for others unless it was drastic.

True to form, he passed out once he laid down again. You were held against him as if you might disappear while he slept.

It was all the more proof he was worried about your situation.

He still slept most of the time, he was like a cat in that he slept for hours without moving. You had to wiggle free to do anything. No one wanted to wake up to a sheep smelling like piss and you didn’t want a bath.

Belphie whined that taking care of you as a sheep was too much work, but the moment anyone tried to take you from him he immediately got defensive. He even threatened to break Mammon’s hands.

The only one he trusted with you was Beel.

Always sleeping holding your little sheep self did make him realize he wanted a stuffed animal version of you just like that.

It was so nice to snuggle with.

But he missed the normal you. He wanted to have you to lay on or go “star” gazing with. He wanted to do things with you again that weren’t quite possible with you as a sheep.

So he may have gone to find Solomon and threaten him if he didn’t turn you back quicker.

It was all for naught, as he came home to find you curled up in his bed in your human form once again.

He’d wake you up later. For now, he wanted to take another nap with you.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #waylonwrites

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yatsugareboyf · 3 years ago

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hi :o,can i request soukoku headcanons with an adopted daughter? like, what kind of parents would they be for your daughter and how would they act in some situations? i really want to see this plss🥺

this is so cute 😭 btw (p/n) is just gonna be in place of like mom or dad just in case any of yall arent comfortable w mom/dad or any parental term and to keep this gender-neutral

nakahara chuuya and dazai osamu with an adopted daughter.

nakahara chuuya

hes so inlove. very inlove. not only w you but w his daughter :(

you probably got her when she was little, not even a year old.

her name is kian and shes currently a 3 year old introverted kid

she was orphaned at a young age because of an accident her birth parents were in:(( and you were friends w her parents and couldnt bare to give her away

"chuuya, remember my friend tht got in an accident recently?"

"yeah, what about it?"

"they left behind a kid, she's probably not even a year old. i- can we keep her?"

"what??"

probably had to think about it for a while before asking to see the child

and he fell inlove w her like omg :(

she was so small and fragile, not to mention how she smiled so brightly at chuuya when he carried her

he was silent the whole time while holding her, while kian was laughing up a storm

you let the worker in the orphanage take her back when it was time to go, and not even two steps outside chuuya went like

"let's get her today. let's just get her stuff before we go home. we're going to get her now."

and you couldn't agree more

so you came back and took baby kian with you home, driving by the mall to buy her a crib and all the othet things

OH BOY CHUUYA WENT ALL OUT GOD IDK IF HIS CARD IS EMPTY OR WHAT

almost bought the entire baby girl section.

on your first night, he refused to let kian sleep in her unbuilt nursery. so in the mean time, she slept in the middle of you and chuuya in your room.

she wasnt noisy or demanding, she was very shy and quiet which worried chuuya

"isn't.... isn't she supposed to be crying?"

"pls don't ask for it if she cries i dont know what to do"

at night she did cry a lot, probably realized that she isnt sleeping with her parents in their home anymore :(

it took a while for chuuya to calm her down, but she found comfort in chuuya and slept peacefully after that, whining whenever he had to part from her

HIS HEART IS BROKE <////3

probably swore over his dead body that he wont ever leave her side

which he know realized, after a few days, would be much harder than he thought it would

hes in the mafia, goddamnit, hes always on-call and hes gone most of the day and into the night so how the fuck will he see his daughter

he thought of bringing her with him at work but you refused, like so much it turned into an argument like

"she's going to be fine! the port mafia isn't kid-friendly but at least i'm there to protect her!"

"no fucking way, you just said it isn't kid-friendly, what if she walks in or sees something she's not supposed to see? she's gonna turn into a liability for the mafia? you are not bringing her there"

"she'll be in my office the whole time, do you think im stupid enough to let her run around a giant ass building? no"

eventually y'all settled down bcs poor kian was so confused why the both of u were yelling her name over and over 😭

you still didnt let chuuya bring her to the mafia but you also cant leave her since u have work/school too

finally, you decided it was best to let chuuya bring her, but only to have her escorted by you all the way to his office to ensure that she's in his office ONLY.

y'all couldnt hire a babysitter bcs kian alr had too many changes in her life and adding another guardian would probably overwhelm her

you worked it out and now kian is happily spoiled by his father 24/7

he wouldn't take any risky missions the first few weeks that kian was there so he wouldn't have to leave her, but once kian knew kouyou and trusted her enough, she started looking after kian whenever chuuya ran to do an errand

ofc nothing would compare to chuuya and the moment she would run to his arms when she saw him again is heartwarming

kian loves chuuya and chuuya loves kian end of story

dazai osamu

i think dazai is... indifferent with children

like, yeah they exist but he never rlly thought of having one? would he even live that long? yeah he didnt think that far

but when he met you, he almost immediately knew that you were taking care of someone at home

he wasn't sure if it was a child at first, but when you showed up one day with the sticker of a diaper on your sleeve, he deduced tht it was a baby, maybe even a toddler.

now tht u two are dating/in a relationship, you had told him abt your adopted baby boy and why u decided to adopt him

your friend loves attending events for adoption centers, retirement homes and charity events and you decided to tag along to some of them

one of them was at an adoption center where you met little baby tadashi, a baby who was abandoned by his parents because "they wanted to live their lives"

you adopted baby tadashi even if u didnt mean to adopt anyone in the first place, you couldnt seem to let go of him

dazai wasn't surprised ofc, he kinda knew alr

at first, he didnt really feel any obligation towards tadashi, like he was dating you and not your son

but the longer you two stayed together, he got to know baby tadashi and see him grow up

he didnt see tadashi that often but when he moved in, he couldn't help but watch him all the time

he felt a tiny connection with tadashi until it grew so much that he would prefer hanging out with tadashi more than going to work apparently

would take him out to the park when hes a bit older, since hes a bit energetic, or bring him to an amusement park to eat all the sugary sweets he likes and ride all the rides he sees

you were so happy to see them get along, but you always reminded dazai that he doesn't really have an obligation to take care of tadashi, since he's your child, but omg

"what do u mean? he's our child now, isn't he? he grew up with us two here with him, it'll be too confusing for tiny little tadashi to say that im not his father."

tadashi calls dazai "osa" ever since he was a baby (or how old a child can talk....) and he calls you by your nickname, never rlly by any parental terms

but when tadashi grew old enough to ask, you weren't afraid to tell him the truth, that he was adopted but you and osamu loved him very much

he didnt really mind it, but he started to try and call you by p/n and osa by dad

the first time tadashi called dazai "dad*, dazai probably cried inside ngl

"dad, can you come to my basketball game tomorrow?"

ofc he plays it off and just smiles at your son and goes "of course! what kind of dad wouldn't be at their son's basketball game?"

he hugged u for so long while tadashi was gone 😭😭

would definitely listen to every story tadashi had to tell

would to everything for your son, in general, whether it be learning to play a sport to play w him or teaching him math he never really learned or driving him to school or bringing him to play dates

he loves tadashi so much 😭 like that's the light of his life right there

probably a bit strict (?) just because he wants him to be safe

bcs of this, they probably get into arguments a lot and its just a while before one of them (or both of them at different times) come to you to tell their side of the story

but dazai is so gentle w his son and talks it out with him and in the morning they would get ice cream together just GAJFJFVJDJAJ

sigh. dazai w a son.

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paigenoelchas-blog · 2 years ago

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For All of Time

United

Epilogue:

Six months later:

The Caribbean, 2023

We waited, watching a canopy of driftwood swathed in king proteas, ranunculus, and silver dollar eucalyptus. Through the branches, the ocean rolled in the background and the wind carried its salty smell toward the wedding guests. Its ebb and flow matched the rhythm of my heart. The warm sand between my toes kept me grounded. The sun hung low in the sky as I was about to walk down the aisle. I was nervous, though there weren't many people there. I wasn't worried about marrying him, that was the most genuine and best decision of my life and I had been counting down the days until I could be his wife, until he could be my husband.

The accident and the following rest forced a long recovery, one I was still working on. I had a limp and I was not back to the person that I was before. My friends and Jake have always been so good to try and take care of me, but today I need to be independent, and walking down the aisle to my love had to be done alone. Our love was unique and spanned the bonds of time and space. I wanted to walk to him to declare my love for him and him alone. I also wanted only our closest friends there. Jessy had gotten her officiant's license and was marrying us. We had no one on the side, no groomsmen or bridesmaids. We wanted everyone to sit and be witnesses to our love. Getting involved in the ceremony can be stressful and we were on holiday after all. Why have a destination wedding if the guests were going to be busy with wedding details the entire time? This way, they got the chance to just relax and hang out with each other. Most had spent the day on the beach as was evidenced by the slight smell of sunscreen that occasionally drifted through the air. That made me even happier.

I had taken two steps down the aisle when my eyes met his. I could only see him and the love that he has for me. Everything else faded away. There were no more nerves, no more worry about the guests or the vows, there was only him, my heart, and my life. There was only one person that I could see now, one that I wanted to wake up next to every day and one that I fell asleep next to every night. At the end of this aisle, when I was next to him, I would be in the place that I was absolutely supposed to be.

I finally met him and our hands immediately reached for each other.

From the moment that I woke up in that hospital, Jake had rarely left my side. He was true to his promise to stay at the hospital until I returned home. He slept in my bed every night, and I am sure that it sped my recovery. I couldn't have slept well without him there. Sometimes he worked on his computer while I slept, but he was there, always there. We read books, we cuddled, we kissed. There was never a moment that he wasn't near me.

Some people might say that this would be a nightmare, but I couldn't get enough time with him, I couldn't be close enough to him. That is why I can't wait to be his wife. That is why I can't wait another minute to marry him, despite the fact that I am still in recovery. He helps me heal and he supports me in every possible way.

Jessy begins the ceremony, her long red hair blowing in the wind. "We are here to marry two of the best people that I have ever known and witness one of the purest loves that has ever been."

I look up and see tears in Jessy'seyes. Damn her. I have to turn away. I spent too much time on this makeup. She is the sweetest and best person to share my joy with.

She continues, "When we met Jake, none of us trusted him. MC convinced us that he was worthy of our friendship. Was she ever right. Her affection for him was evident even then. Some of us, especially Dan, couldn't understand what she saw in him, but over the years when we have seen the two of them together, how they fit each other perfectly, how they love each other despite their weaknesses, and how they put each other first, we knew that they are a perfect match. When MC almost die..." she started choking up, "when we almost lost MC, he stayed by her side, always believing, never giving up hope for her return. It is said that true love always hopes and always perseveres. I have never seen a truer example of this in the way these two love each other. I am honored to be part of their ceremony and part of their life."

It is no use, Jake and I are both crying. He hands me his handkerchief and mouths a "you ok?" at me. I nod and squeeze his hand.

Jessy continues, "If anyone has a reason why these two should not be married speak now or forever hold your peace, but be warned if it is you, Daniel. I will seek revenge." He smiles, proud that she mentioned him, and pretends to zip his lip. Everyone laughs.

"I understand that couple has some words they would like to share?"

We both nod. "MC?"

"My Jake, My love, I have known you then, I know you now. I will know you for always. Our souls were meant to be together from the beginning. How fortunate I am that you are the one who completes me. You are loyal and faithful. You always put me first. You are gentle in your speech and in the way you hold my hand. You were loyal and persistent with me when I sat in the hospital trying to wake up when I was trying my hardest to get back to you. But you are also strong and fiercely protective of my happiness. I know that you are willing and capable to defend us against any threat or danger that will head our way. With you by my side, I am stronger and more confident. You make me better in every possible way. Thank you for giving me a reason to wake up. Thank you for who you are and who you've been and who you will always be. I promise to be tenacious in my love for you. I promise to hold your hand whenever it s offered. I promise that I will always find you."

The sun has set now and the lanterns have been turned on, a romantic glow fills the air.

Jessy is trying to compose herself as she looks at Jake, "...and Jake?"

He holds both of my hands in his and begins, "I should be scared that you are my whole world, that my heart has a hard time beating when you aren't around, that when I close my eyes, I see only you. I should be embarrassed that I spend most of my day thinking about you in one way or another, but I am not. Without you I am nothing, I am less than nothing. I cease to be. You bring all of the colors to my world. All of the light comes from you. I thought I lost you, but you came back, beautiful girl, you can back to me. I will not for one minute take that for granted. Thank you for fighting for us. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for finding me in all the ways that count and thank you for being the reason that I wake up with a smile. Every day is a joy when you are by my side. I promise you that I will work to make every one of your days full of love and of joy. I promise to always work to be a better person and a better man. And I promise to keep the coffee pot full." He smiles as he says the last line and pulls my hand to his face and kisses it.

Jessy has composed herself. "Do you, Margaret Caroline Taylor take Jacob Isaac Miller to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" without a breath "I do." My voice crackles. I look at him and see the biggest smile and the most adoring crystal blue eyes.

"And do you, Jacob Isaac Miller, take Margaret Catherine Taylor to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"For this life and for whatever comes next, I do".

We exchange rings, never taking our eyes off each other.

"By the power bestowed on me by the internet and in the presence of the people who love you best, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The crowd begins to whoop and cheer.

I take his cheeks in my hand and pull his face toward me as he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. Before we kiss he meets my eyes and we smile. I am the happiest I have ever been, at least in this life.

He moves in closer and his lips which I know will taste like molasses and whiskey, touch mine sending electric shocks through my body. I am lost in him, forgetting the world around us. His tongue invades my mouth briefly as Etta James begins to croon "At Last" in the background.

As we pull away from each other we turn to face the crowd filled with people who will support us and love us in our new lives. It is filled with people that give us a family. Their faces are filled with smiles and tears, sharing our bliss.

I am happy because he is mine and I am his. I am happy because I got the chance to wake up for this moment. I am happy because I have friends that are family. I am happy because I know that I will always find him and somehow he will always find me.

We both hug Jessy and thank her. She almost doesn't let us go.

Then, as we hold hands, we walk down the aisle away from the ocean, straight into a cabin set up further down the beach. For the guests, there is plenty of alcohol, food, dancing, and other merriments, but for us, it is time for our own celebration where we can join completely in this eternal love.

There is something to be said about the idea of neverending love. It carries with it certain confidence, knowing that you have something most people will never begin to understand. It allows you to trust in your love, knowing that it will overcome any obstacle. There is also a sweetness to it. It is something to know that you have been linked to this person in your soul, that you understand their ins and outs and love every bit about them. Eternal love carries a passion that comes from knowing that it is only with that person you are complete. An everlasting union becomes an experience of totality and only at that moment are you truly who you were created to be.

We will join them later, but right now and for all of the rest of our days, we will celebrate in each other's arms. We will begin to face every joy and every pain together. Every moment of terror and ecstasy will be shared.

I can't wait to see where this life leads us, because I know that through it all I will be by his side and in his arms, right where I have always been meant to be.

#duskwood fandom #duskwood #duskwood jake #jake x mc #jake duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake #duskwood jessy #duskwood mc

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years ago

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I wasn’t there

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2510

Warnings: self harm/self harm scars, little bit of angst, mostly comfort, tears

Summary: Reader self harms and Bucky sees her scars one day on a mission by accident. He feels guilty and wants to help her as much as he can now that he knows.

Based on the quotes: "Show me your scars, I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there"

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH to the anon who sent this in! Not going to lie I was bawling writing this, I love it so much. This deals with heavy topics and mental health so as always, if you feel that reading this will be harmful to your journey in any way, please feel free to skip it. As always, I am here to talk about anything you guys may need.

A/N 2: Ok there’s a part at the end that I don’t think is technically canon but it’s rumored and has been talked about before in regards to some of Bucky’s scarring on his left arm. I know it’s not a confirmed canon thing but it honestly works so well and I believe it’s true, please don’t come at me for that. <3

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You trudged back to your room in the compound, exhaustion taking over your body. You had just gotten back from a mission that had taken the life out of you, more so than any others on the team. You had the power to control elements, but whenever you did it drained the energy out of you. At one point you had been surrounded, forcing you to lift the ground around you to knock everyone back.

It was more than you had ever done at once, and nearly made you pass out.

You were able to finish the mission, but you were absolutely exhausted, the worried eyes of Steve, Bucky, Bruce, and Natasha looking over at you. Nat was flying the quinjet, but still glanced back at you from time to time. Bruce was there mainly for medical help, as there wasn’t need for a code green. Steve was just Steve, being worried about you as your Captain. And as the friend of your boyfriend.

Bucky meanwhile would not leave your side. He was concerned, even after Bruce had determined you were nothing more than completely exhausted. He insisted on you lying down and him staying next to you. It was nice to know that he cared about you so much, he would do anything to protect you.

Which is what made your heart ache when you saw his face drop when you had said you were fine, and walked off to your room when you had arrived home.

It wasn’t that you wanted to be around him, not at all. It was just that you wanted to take a shower and wash the sweat and grime off of you, and you didn’t want him to see. Not yet, you hadn’t told him yet.

When you closed the door to your room, you peeled off your uniform, exposing your skin littered with scars varying in depth and age. You turned the water on and leaned against the countertop as you took in yourself.

God, you hated them.

You had struggled with self harm for a while now, but it was better than it had been before. It had been really bad before you had started dating Bucky. It’s not like it magically went away when you did, not at all, but just being around him made it easier. Him telling you how much he loved you, spending time with you, you helping him feel more secure. You weren’t alone in your head as much,

He helped and he didn’t even know it.

You traced your fingers over the most recent ones on your wrist from a few days ago. They had scabbed over by now, but the memory was still fresh in your mind. It was a panic attack in the middle of the night, and you didn’t want to wake anyone. You knew this would help you and it did. It grounded you back to the moment, calming you down as you focused on the stinging sensation rather than the panic.

You looked down at all the other marks you had made. Most of them were on your thighs, because they were the easiest to hide. It was easier to wear pants in the summer than long sleeves. But you were running out of room, moving to your arms instead, trying to stay away from your wrists. But a few days ago you couldn’t even think about it through your panic attack. Sometimes you couldn’t think about it, being so overwhelmed that you weren’t quite aware of what you were doing until you saw the blood.

You remembered making every single one of them. They all had a story, a reason. And all of them were different.

You wanted to tell Bucky, you knew you would have to eventually. The two of you had avoided intimacy up until now, and slept in different rooms unless either of you was having a rough night and asked the other to stay. It wasn’t that you didn't want to be intimate with him, you had been together for months. But you had to tell him about this first

And you couldn’t find a way to quite yet.

You just couldn’t find the right time or words. You didn’t want to scare him off, and you didn’t want him to look at you in the sad, concerned way that people usually do with this sort of thing. You didn’t want to put this on him. And you for sure didn’t want him to blame himself.

You sighed, tearing your gaze from the mirror. You stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over you. You stood there like that for a few minutes before you moved to wash your body, taking your time. You had no plans tonight other than going to sleep.

Bucky had watched you walk slowly back into the tower, wanting to follow you but also wanting to respect your boundaries and space. You were exhausted, but he wanted nothing more than to comfort you the entire night. But you didn’t want him too, and he wanted to respect that.

Still, it broke his heart to watch you limp away. He felt helpless.

He couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with you. The way that the two of you had been together for as long as you had without some form of intimacy. He was patient, he would never want to push you, but he wondered why. Whenever the two of you had a conversation you had seemed to stiffen slightly and get uncomfortable.

He never pressed it. Just dropped it and hugged you, telling you it was fine to wait.

But the more time passed, the more helpless he felt. He felt like you were hiding something from it. He just wished he knew what it was so he could better help you. But in a way he understood. Everything that he had gone through - forcing someone to open up usually unintentionally makes them shut down.

Even so, as he went back to his room he couldn’t stop thinking of you. He took his own quick shower, putting on sweats and a T-shirt before he came to check on you. He just wanted to make sure you were alright.

You had gotten out of the shower yourself, slowly drying yourself off before going back to your dresser to find something comfortable to wear. It was brutally hot and you were exhausted, pulling on a tank top and shorts. You were about to go back to lie down when you heard a soft knock on the door.

You sighed in frustration, closing your eyes for a moment. “Yeh, just a minute,” you said, exhausted, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt to pull over yourself. You walked over to the door and opened it slightly, giving the man in front of you a tired smile.

“Hey Bucky.”

Bucky’s face softened, a small smile spreading on his face. “Hey doll. I - I know you said you wanted some time to yourself but I just wanted to check on you.”

You smirked at him slightly. “I’m just about the same as when we walked off the quinjet Bucky.” You shrugged, tugging your sleeves down - nervous habit. “I’ll be fine, I’m just really tired.”

Bucky looked you up and down quickly. “You sure?”

You hesitated a moment longer than you should’ve, quickly bringing yourself out of it. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound sure,” he said gently. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Look I’m fine, I just want to go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“Please? Let me take care of you, it’s been a long day,” he said.

“You don’t have to Bucky,” you started, shaking your head lightly.

“I want to,” he assured you.

Sighing, you opened the door more to let him in. it wasn’t that you didn’t want him to stay, you did in a way. You always slept better with him there. You just really wanted to take off the sweats. But that would mean having a conversation that you weren’t ready for.

Sweat was better than tears.

You climbed into bed and Bucky laid down beside you, wrapping his arm around you. He kissed the temple of your head as you relaxed back against his chest. “Try to get some rest sweetheart.”

You hummed, already feeling exhaustion overtake you as you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep faster than you ever had.

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You woke the next morning feeling much better than the night before. You shifted slightly, feeling Bucky’s arms still around you.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.”

“What? What time is it?” you asked sleepily.

Bucky chuckled behind you. “It is almost noon.”

Your eyes widened as you started to sit up. “What? I slept that long? How long have you been awake, I’m sorry -”

“Hey, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I've been awake for a while but it’s no problem. You needed the rest and I’m glad you got it.”

You hummed again in acknowledgement, reaching your hands up to rub your eyes. What you hadn’t realized was that while you were asleep, your sleeves had ridden up slightly. You never had to worry about your wrists because you had never gone down that low on your arms.

“Angel, what’s that?” Bucky asked, grabbing your arm gently to get a better look. You took your arm away quickly, tugging your sleeve down. You shook your head and crossed your arms as you stood up. “It’s nothing, really. I’m gonna go shower.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Bucky said, standing and walking over to you. You tensed, and he noticed. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Please drop it Bucky,” you pleaded, still unable to meet his eyes.

“Y/n I swear if someone hurt you -”

“I did it.” you blurted out, surprising you both. You took a shaky breath, and Bucky felt his heart drop, praying he had heard you wrong.

“What?” he asked, barely audible. The only noise was your heart hammering in your ears. You swallowed, looking down at the ground and fiddling with your sleeves again.

“I hurt myself sometimes,” you said with a small shrug. “It helps.”

“With what?” he asked, carefully.

You met his eyes, tears pricking your own. “Everything.”

Silence. Bucky walked towards you slowly, pulling you into a hug, as you closed your eyes, silent tears falling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how to.” you said simply. “I was embarrassed and ashamed, and I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

He held you tightly, rubbing a hand up and down your back as more tears fell despite you trying to hold them back. “Can I see?”

You pulled back and tensed up, looking at him. “What?”

“Show me your scars,” he said.

You shook your head slightly, confused. “Why?”

“Because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there,” he whispered.

You looked at him for a moment. “Bucky, I can’t do that, I -”

“Please y/n,” he whispered. “It’s just me.”

You studied him for a moment before nodding. With shaky hands, you pulled the sweatshirt over your head, dropping it on the floor and resisting the urge to cross your arms. You stepped out of your sweatpants next, keeping your eyes downcast. You heard a sharp intake of breath from Bucky, but you weren’t able to look at him yet.

Bucky felt his heart shatter at the scars littered across your arms. There were so many marks, he didn’t want to even think about how many there were. He felt tears prick his eyes but he knew he had to be strong right now. It pained him how much you were hurting and how oblivious he was. He took your hands in his, you still unable to look at him.

“I’m so sorry it took me this long to be there for you.”

You shook your head, looking at him. “Don’t do that to yourself, please, it’s not your fault Bucky. You’re the reason it’s not worse.” You turned around and crossed your arms. “ I’m sorry, Bucky, I didn’t know how to tell you. They’re ugly, they’re disgusting. I’m disgusting. Who’s so fucked up that they have to slice open their skin to make themselves feel better? I hate myself more than anyone I’ve ever known. How pathetic is that?”

“Y/n, can you look at me?”

Trying to blink back tears, you met his gaze again, his eyes glassy. “Your fight is our fight. None of this is your fault, don’t apologize for how you had to fight on your own. I’m here now, okay?” His hand ghosted over your scars. “These scars right here are your battle scars. They tell your story of how strong you are. Never be afraid or ashamed of that, okay?”

You looked down, still embarrassed.

“Hey, y/n. It’s okay.”

Before you could respond, Bucky took off his own shirt, something he had never done in front of you. Your eyes found the scars where metal met skin, most of them faded but had obviously been deep. You reached your hand out to trace over his scars.

“When they gave me this arm and they were starting to tortue me I would scratch at it. Whenever I had been out of cryo for long enough I would start to remember and claw at it too, before they wiped me again. I thought I was a monster.”

You shook your head. “No, Bucky that wasn’t your fault, you didn’t ask for Hydra to do all those things to you.”

“You didn’t ask for your mental struggles either. So why are you ashamed?”

“You didn’t ask for the metal arm, you wanted to get rid of it. It wasn’t in your control. This, what I do, I choose to do it every time. It doesn’t feel like a choice but I still pick up the knife.”

“But I bet if you could you would choose to put it down, yeah?” he brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes. “It’s okay y/n. Don’t be ashamed of how you helped yourself survive.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and pulled you into another hug. “Don’t apologize for letting me be a part of your story.”

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less.

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that.

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first.

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days.

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that.

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave.

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you.

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination.

You both pretended that nothing had happened.

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there.

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach.

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words.

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“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes.

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years ago

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just let me adore you || h. styles

warnings: swearing, kissing, briefly proofread

word count: 2.3k

summary: a holiday in italy involves an unusual amount of shampoo and lusting...

The villa was somewhat quiet. The sound of solitary piano notes echoed through the halls. Harry’s hair was dishevelled from his heavy night’s sleep prior to the warm morning he found himself emersed in. While his fingers were busy working away at the grand piano, his eyes were preoccupied with following your form around the backyard of the villa.

You were sat by the pool, your book long forgotten. Your sunglasses were shielding your eyes from the unrelenting Italian sun. Your hair was pinned up, your skin exposed to the heat of the morning.

Harry’s attention was suddenly pulled away by the sound of your father emerging from the kitchen. “Morning, Haz,” he grinned, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “Any plans for today?”

He shrugged, “Might just, you know, work on some music.”

“A man committed to his career, that’s what I like to see,” your father said.

Harry nodded awkwardly, offering the older man a quick smile. Once your father disappeared into the lounge, Harry found his eyes wandering back to you. But you’d vanished. Had there not been wet footprints staining the concrete poolside, there would be no trace you’d been there at all.

Focusing on the lone notes the piano had no trouble emitting became an increasingly difficult task. All he could seem to focus on was you and the obnoxiously loud laughter of your mother and his own in the kitchen. He huffed loudly, pulling his jacket around himself tightly. He clambered up from the piano stool, stalking through to the kitchen to kindly ask if the two women could lower to volume slightly. However, he was soon silenced by the sight of you sat on the countertop of the island, your legs swinging beneath you, a peeled tangerine in your delicate hands. You were smiling slightly as the women couldn’t help but laugh at something Anne had said.

A bundle of nerves unravelled itself inside of Harry’s stomach when you looked up and locked eyes with him. Your mother and Anne quickly quietened down at Harry’s sudden presence in the doorway. “Morning, darling,” Anne smiled.

“Morning, Mum,” he replied, breaking his gaze away from your own. “Do you, uh, do you mind if you can keep it down a bit? I’m trying to work.”

“Work?” your mum asked. “Harry, dear, we’re in Italy! Why don’t you wait to work when you get home.”

“I know, but I feel most inspired when I’m away from my house,” he tried to explain.

“Just take a break, Harry. Relax… you know, unwind,” Anne said softly.

He sighed, “Okay. Fine. I’m going to shower.”

And with that, he spun on his heel and left the kitchen. You’d been silent throughout the entire exchange, glancing between Harry and your half-eaten tangerine. As you watched him leave, you averted your attention back to your book that was being held open by a mug you’d quickly put down so as not to lose your place.

Harry found himself running his hands through his dark hair, which was now coated in mango-scented shampoo. He’d just grabbed it off the shelf in the shower, assuming it came as a complimentary luxury with the villa. As the hot water trickled down his body, he allowed his muscles to relax. He knew his mum was right: he needed to separate himself from his music for a few days. But he was only working away tirelessly at the grand piano because it kept his mind off you. If it wasn’t music, it was you. If it wasn’t you, it was music.

These yearly holidays used to be enjoyable for Harry. Right up until he was fourteen and he realised he liked you. Then they became almost torturous. As soon as he began to see you in this different light, your presence and whereabouts became apparent to his senses. Before, you always seemed to swim in the pool with Gemma or play in her room. He’d occupy himself with your brother by going down to the beach or playing tag in the extensive gardens of the Italian villa. But you suddenly seemed to be everywhere. He’d go down to the beach and there you’d be with your parents or Gemma. He’d be running through the gardens trying to find your brother after an afternoon of hide and seek, and yet he’d discover you reading or gossiping with his sister. All of this, but the summer you didn’t come with your family because you were going away to Scotland with your then-boyfriend instead was utterly dreadful for him.

When he was finished in the shower, he wasted the rest of the day by the pool in hopes you’d venture out with your books and tangerines. But alas, you did not. It was only when the sun was dipping below the horizon did he next lay eyes on you. He was sat at the dining table, his plate before him. You grinned at him, sitting down opposite him. You kept quiet as your parents chatted away mindlessly with Anne, only sharing a brief and quiet conversation with your brother, who you were sat beside.

Gemma hadn’t come this year, leaving Harry and Anne alone with your family. Anne didn’t seem to have a problem with that at all. After all, she and your mother were such good friends and always had been. You had always been content in your own company. And your brother seemed to spend all his time with your father, something about inheriting the family business. So, Harry had found a companion in the villa’s grand piano, which had now been stripped away from him courtesy of his mother.

It wasn’t as if you were deliberately being cold to Harry. You actually quite admired him and you knew you always had. And it wasn’t as if you weren’t aware of his eyes following you everywhere you went. But you liked the attention. You wanted to know just what you could do to him. So, when your foot accidentally grazed his leg beneath the table, you didn’t even look at him. After all, it was a mere accident.

When, at last, your father was finished with his meal, you helped Anne clear away the dishes and your mother as she washed up. While your father and brother ventured through to the lounge to watch a football game, Harry went straight to his room.

An hour passed and he was too busy on his phone to notice you enter his room. When you cleared your throat, he finally looked up. His eyes were wide like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He hurriedly shut off his phone, blackness overtaking the screen that had once presented your Instagram profile to him. “Oh, hi, Y/N,” he said as you sat yourself down at the foot of his bed.

“Oh? Didn’t realise you were expecting someone else,” you smirked.

“No, no, no. I, uh, I wasn’t. I was just surprised to see you,” he said quickly.

“Right,” you grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He watched your face screw up suddenly. You leaned forward towards him, before laughing. “What?” he asked. “What’s funny?”

“Is that my shampoo?” you questioned.

“Shit. I just thought it was a, you know, freebie. I didn’t realise it was yours. Shit. I wouldn’t have used it if I knew it was yours. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

As he rambled, he remembered that the two of you shared the same bathroom. It was between your respective bedrooms, doors leading to both. Of course it was your shampoo. You chuckled at his ramblings, “It’s okay Harry. It’s just shampoo. You can use it whenever.”

“Oh,” he let out a sigh of relief. “Well, for what it’s worth, I thought it smelt wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thanks. I have a pomegranate one in my suitcase that I think you’d love.”

“Really? Why did you bring two shampoos?” he asked.

You shrugged, “So I have options depending on my mood. Sometimes I’m feeling like a pomegranate, sometimes I’m feeling like a mango.”

He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes wandering up your bare legs that were only sporting a pair of silky shorts. Obviously, this didn’t go unnoticed by you. “The only thing is,” you started, “you’re going to smell like me now.”

He shifted slightly. You smiled to yourself.

“What if people, you know, get the wrong idea?” you asked innocently.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “I guess you’ll just have to use your pomegranate shampoo tomorrow instead, won’t you?”

You leaned back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. His cheeks were flushed and you knew your job for the evening was done. “Fair play, Styles. See you in the morning,” you made a point of touching his shoulder as you left via the shared bathroom.

The following morning, Harry awoke, finding himself peacefully content for a moment before he recalled the prior night’s events. He was yet to decide if you were actually making a move on him or not. Or perhaps you were genuinely concerned that your families would smell your signature mango scent on Harry and get the wrong impression of the entire thing.

He dragged himself out of the soft sheets, getting dressed. He listened silently to the running shower. He could hear you humming along to Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals. And after the shower he stopped, he gave it five minutes before going in to brush his teeth. He couldn’t help but look over to see your bottle of pomegranate shampoo making its place beside your mango one. The red bottle was the one soaked in droplets of water, while the yellow bottle remained dry. You’d done as he’d said. In a way, Harry almost wished you’d used the mango shampoo. He almost liked the thought of people thinking he and you had been so close that he’d absorbed your tropical scent.

As he wandered into the kitchen, preparing himself some toast, he noticed the unusual silence of the villa. It was unnerving. He felt like the protagonists of those books and movies where they wake up and everyone’s gone or been evacuated. It felt apocalyptic. But, as his mind churned out immediate actions to take in this case of an unprecedented apocalypse, you walked into the kitchen just as his toast popped out of the toaster. “Morning,” you smiled, sitting down at one of the island’s stools.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, spreading butter onto the crisp toast.

You shrugged, “It was alright. You?”

“I slept wonderfully.”

“Good,” you said.

“Where is everyone?” he asked, sitting down opposite you.

“They left for the beach,” you explained. “I didn’t want to go and they didn’t want to wait around for you to get out of bed. Anne told me to tell you that if you want to go down, they’re the ones with the pink deckchairs.”

He nodded slowly, “I think I’ll pass. Not a fan of sand.”

“Right? Why do people enjoy playing in minuscule rocks, which end up in your clothes for the next two weeks? Sounds like hell to me,” you said.

He smiled at your aggravated tone, “Wow, and I thought I hated sand.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, pal,” you joked, smiling.

Before a blanket of silence could fall on top of the two of you, Harry quickly said, “I saw you used the pomegranate shampoo.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him, “Yeah… I mean, you told me to, right?”

“Right,” he nodded quickly. “Of course. Well, at least we both smell nice now.”

You frowned, “If you say so. Anyway, I’m going for a swim. See you later.”

Harry watched you leave. His eyes roamed your figure with your legs exposed in a pair of shorts. You looked back at him over your shoulder, grinning to yourself at his longing look. He watched through the large kitchen windows as you rid yourself of your shorts and t-shirt, revealing your swimsuit beneath. He tried desperately to peel his gaze away from you as you settled yourself comfortably on one of the sun loungers by the pool. You placed your sunglasses over your eyes, opening your book.

As soon as he’d finished his toast, he wandered outside. At the sound of his footsteps, you looked up. “Hi, Harry,” you smiled.

“Hello,” he said softly, sitting down opposite you. You slid your sunglasses up over your head, settling them on your hair. You sat up, never allowing your eyes to leave his. “How can I help you?” you grinned.

He was fiddling with his fingers, his gaze alternating between them and you. Finally, you reached out and placed your hand over his shaky ones. You stood, pulling him up with you. You were so close. You could hear each other breathing. You could practically hear his heart thumping against his ribs. You reached up to whisper in his ear, “I know you adore me.”

You smirked, allowing him to revel in your confidence. Call it cockiness. Same thing, really. You slowly pulled away from his ear, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose. And yet it was him who finally connected your lips to his own. He didn’t make any effort to pull away either. You smiled into the kiss, burying your fingers in his hair. And when he finally did pull away, he stared down at you, cheeks red, “Depends if you adore me too.”

You grinned, “I do.”

And, with that, he dove back in. You grinned as he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up. He lay you down gently on the sun lounger, leaning over you. As you pulled his shirt over his head, he leaned back slightly. “I thought you didn’t want people to get the wrong idea,” he whispered.

You shrugged, “I guess we’ll just have to see what pomegranate and mango smell like together.”

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Can I have Doctor Strange fluff one shot with Prompt #10?

Please and thank you 💞

Stephen’s head pounded with an unforgiving headache, and his muscles felt wrung out like a used up rag. Messing with time was a tiring task, and he’d had just about enough of it for the day.

The streets of New York were unnaturally quiet for the city that never slept. It was a bit after 1 in the morning on a bitingly cold December night, and a gentle snowfall had started. All Stephen could hear was the snow crunching underfoot and the occasional distant whoosh of a taxi scurrying home for the night through the streets.

He saw your apartment window from a good two blocks away. You’d framed your windows overlooking the avenue in blinking white lights and hung large, light up red and green baubles from the wrought iron balcony railing. You adored Christmastime, not because you were religious, but because it was a time of warmth, festivity, and family. Your family were all long passed or estranged from you, but somehow you managed to love the season even more. Stephen loved that about you. He’d seen plenty of sadness and heartache in his days as a doctor and now as the Sorcerer Supreme. Sadness echoed through time and space in a chord that everyone understood. He knew it took a special person to smile through the music of loss, but you were that type of person.

You’d reminded him to do the same when he’d been in the car accident that changed his life almost six years ago. A faint smile danced across his lips as he remembered how gently you’d attended to him, and how graciously you’d let him go when he’d left in a frenzy to seek out answers at Kamar-Taj. And when he’d come back to you, years later and an entirely changed person, you hadn’t pressed for answers or apologies. You’d asked him one question, and one only: are you staying? He hadn’t known the answer until you’d asked, but he knew once the words had crossed your lips that the answer was, undoubtedly and unquestionably, yes. He’d stay forever, and then some.

As he continued through the snow-blanketed street, his eyes trained on your windows, he could see a faint glow from your bedside lamp through the gauzy material of your curtains. You were waiting up for him.

He smiled, feeling his shoulders relax slightly. Even the Sorcerer Supreme liked to know that someone, somewhere in the vast expanse of the multiverse, was waiting up for him to come home.

When he opened the door to your apartment, his nostrils pricked at the smell of peppermint. You appeared in the hazy light of your bedroom doorway, a steaming mug of tea in your hand. Peppermint tea with ginger and honey: just the way he liked it. He shrugged off his maroon cloak, and wrapped his cold hands around the mug. You leaned up, planting a tender kiss on his lips. He breathed out a sigh of relief, the knot in his shoulders releasing entirely as he soaked in your scent and warmth.

“Hello, Stephen,” you murmured happily, gently pulling him into the bedroom and motioning him to sit on the edge of your bed. The light in the room was soft, and the blinking whites of the holiday lights in the windows sent shadows dancing on the walls.

Stephen sat on the edge of the mattress, taking a long sip of tea as you stripped off his snow crusted boots. The tea worked wonders on his headache, and he could feel it lulling him towards sleep.

“Long day saving the world?” you asked playfully, taking a seat behind him and beginning to work on his sore shoulders and neck. He groaned appreciatively as you began kneading a knot on his right shoulder blade.

“You could say that,” he replied, his eyes closing. He felt himself continue to sink into relaxation, as if he were coming home for the first time in a hundred years. He couldn’t see the worried knit in your brows behind him as you heard the edge of exhaustion in his voice. As handsome as he was, he was sporting dark circles under his eyes and his muscles were as tight as rocks.

“You’re working too hard, Stephen,” you chastised him after a few moments of quiet. He chuckled as your hands moved on to his mid-back.

“Don’t worry love, I’ve got the time,” he quipped back, tapping on the pendant that hung around his neck. Now it was your turn to chuckle, shaking your head in mock frustration as your hands continued to work out the kinks of his sore muscles. You could see his eyes flutter shut as he took another swallow of tea, the cup almost empty. You knew he was hurtling towards sleep, and you wanted to make sure he had a dreamless, uninterrupted night. Gently, you took off his pendant, laying it gently inside an open drawer on the bedside table next to his pillow.

The stone on the pendant glowed a faint, emerald green as you shut the drawer. The Eye of Agimoto, the Time Stone, whatever it was: you didn’t like it. It was a burden to Stephen, and anything that caused him heartache was no good in your eyes, even if it did grant him the ability to plunge his hands into the sands of time. You insisted that he not wear it when he slept. He had put up a fight at first, but eventually acquiesced. There was a small part of him that liked taking it off, you knew. It wasn’t a good luck for the Sorcerer Supreme to admit to such a thing, so you never asked him to say it aloud, but you knew there was a certain relief that came with taking off that burden, even if only for a few hours.

After tucking the pendant away and out of sight, you coaxed him to lay down, sweeping the comforter up over his legs once he was resting comfortably. He held out his arm to you, beckoning you to join him, and you nestled down appreciatively against his side, head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and slowed, and his chest rose and fell like a calm tide.

“What secrets did Time share with you today, Dr. Strange?” Your voice was lighthearted and teasing, although you did harbor a genuine curiosity about what exactly being Sorcerer Supreme meant on a daily basis.

“Actually, you’d never believe you if I told you…” he murmured. There was a hint of something in his voice that made you sit up and fix him with a penetrating gaze.

“What does that mean, pray tell?” you pressed, tracing the lines of his forehead with your fingertips. His hand wrapped around you from the back, rolling you half onto his side.

“I actually met another me, out there. In the multi-verse.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being serious or not.

“Nonsense,” you retorted after considering his statement. “There’s only one of you. I’d know, he’s mine.” Stephen smiled at your tender sentiment and kissed you softly, humming against your lips.

“I don’t disagree, mon chéri,” he replied. “But, believe it or not, we do exist.”

“Does that mean I can trade you in for a newer model?” you asked wryly, raising a conspiratorial eyebrow at him. This time, Stephen laughed aloud, his velvety baritone smooth like honey. You smiled, happy to see him relaxed.

His laughter subsided as you continued to trace your fingers along his hairline, his jawline, his throat. Anywhere you could touch, you let your fingers graze the skin. You remembered your mother doing that to help you sleep when you were young, and you found that most nights, even if he was bone-deep tired, Stephen’s mind had trouble shutting off.

After a few minutes of quiet, a worrisome thought flashed across your mind.

“Does that mean there are other me’s out there, too?” you whispered. The thought unsettled you. If there were other you’s, what would happen if your Stephen met another Stephen’s you? Were the other you’s similar? Did they have the same anxieties as you? Did they make peppermint tea for their Stephens at nighttime also? Were they better at being you than you were? Would they make your Stephen happier?

Stephen opened his eyes, the blues of his irises a muted gray in the dim light. You could see the reflection of your blinking Christmas lights in his gaze. He could hear the anxious edge in your question and see the disarray of tangential thoughts dancing in your head.

“Just as you said, love, there are no other you’s out there. Not to me,” he replied, his embrace tightening around you reassuringly. Something about his warmth, the beat of his heart, the sight of him relaxed and content in your bed, soothed your worries and quieted the thoughts. You sighed, nestling back onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his ribs.

“Even if I had a thousand lives to pick from, I’d pick this one with you,” he murmured quietly as he drifted off to sleep.

You smiled to yourself. That wasn’t such a bad way to end your day after all…

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