#Okay so small edit bc it seems like I came off quiet sad here

[oifaaa]

I saw the "Baby Bruce is a leash kid (kryptonian vers) " again and I realize there's an added level of hilarity. In that it take a group of high skilled and train individuals to try to corral ONE highly unhinged child who does not want to be and craves violence. And yet in most battles of wills its the murder kitten in the form of tiny bruce is the one that wins. Juxtaposed to Adult!Bruce and his brood of unhinged, violence craved kids, he has a slightly higher success rate in corraling kids. ( it's because he was the MOST when he was younger so he understands somewhat the potential chaos his kids will, can , and successfully bring and that fact that he's perpetually sleep deprived. Thats also why Alfred is always so composed when the kids choose chaos.)

Bruce did get the kids one at a time he had room for practice as well tho I think It'd be fairer to compair the baby Bruce au to what Bruce was like as a new dad to dick which he couldn't even get that kid to wear trousers in winter does he really have that much more of a success rate

[hiiraya]

loving you had consequences (rewrite)

masterlist

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~1,586

warnings: angst, reminiscing

requested: inspired by a text post i saw on here a while back!

a/n: this had no plot, but i was listening to sad music while writing so that's where the angst came from, happy reading! any mistakes are my own (bc i'm too lazy to edit hehe) ♡

It starts with, hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?

Then, I promise it'll be quick.

And finally, please?

You wanted to say no. You wanted to turn around and pretend you didn't hear her, hole yourself up in your room until she leaves. Again.

You knew that she knew that you would rather be anywhere else than go with her, but Natasha was watching the two of you like a hawk, so you grit your teeth and nod.

The assassin nodded, content that you weren't going to run away, she gave the younger woman a pointed look before turning to face you once more.

"I'll leave you two be."

You only nod in return, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you finally faced your ex-girlfriend.

You decide to play nice, because she made the effort to corner you while you where with Natasha, knowing fully well that the older woman wouldn't let you leave without hearing her out.

She had tenacity, you had to admit.

“What did you want to talk about, Wanda?”

It seemed like all the bravado Wanda had earlier had disappeared as soon as it was just the two of you left in the room. You tried to meet her eyes, but the younger woman was bent on maintaining eye contact with the floor.

But still, you waited for her to speak up.

“About what happened, I’m--“

“Listen Wanda," You cut her off, tearing your gaze off of her to stare at the door behind her. "If that’s all you wanted to talk about, I’d rather not waste either of our time.”

“Please, Y/N, I just want to make things ri--“

You took pride in the fact that you could keep your emotions in check in a stressful situation. It came in handy whenever you were out on a mission; but right now you'd take a life-or-death situation over taking about the past.

Emotions is what brought you here in the first place.

You let your emotions get the best of you and now you search for her in the places you used to share, knowing damn well that she would never be there with you ever again.

You wouldn't let her break your heart a second time.

“Do you remember the first time you kissed me?”

You cut her off again, the abruptness of your words shocking her enough to lift her head to meet your gaze.

The intensity of her stare almost makes you back down, but you don't allow yourself to waver.

“O-of course I do." She answers, confused at the change in topic, but allowing it anyway. "What does that have to do with anything?”

You run your thumb along your knuckles, the action helping calm down your heart rate (which at this point, was racing like you'd just ran a marathon) a little.

"The first time you kissed me you told me after that you'd wanted to do that for a while."

The room is so quiet around the both of you that you can hear Wanda's breath hitch from where she stands.

You take a moment to pause and watch her, taking in the sight and letting it sink in that she was back from her travels.

This was the girl you fell in love with. The girl you spend so many countless nights with - talking to each other, kissing each other, loving each other - simply because you could.

The girl you were so sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

But life had different plans for you, and now the dreams you once shared with her were tucked away in the back of your mind, for you to open on a rainy day when missing her became too much.

"I always wondered if you thought the same thing when you left me.”

You see her face drop when your words sink in, but you've already spent so many nights thinking about how true your words must be since she was so unaffected when she left.

You're already indifferent to it.

-

She knows how much she hurt you when she up and left with Vision - though the only reason she found out was because Clint accidentally let it slip when she had called to let him know where she was.

She thought you were fine.

You didn’t fight her when she told you she’d fallen for the android. You didn't yell, didn't even make a scene.

You didn't ask her why she chose him, why she was so quick to drop you and to things you planned on doing with her.

You just nodded your head, a sad look in your eyes that she never wanted to see in them ever again before giving her a final kiss on the forehead before telling her that you would have your stuff out of her room by the end of the week.

Looking back in hindsight, Wanda didn’t know whether to be grateful or angry that you let her go without putting up a fight.

You loved her didn’t you?

But you were there, standing in an oversized sweatshirt with a smile that didn't reach your eyes, waving goodbye to the new couple goodbye before they left for a holiday they were taking now that the world wasn’t in imminent danger.

It didn't take very long for Wanda to start feeling the threads of regret creeping up to her.

-

You knew something happened when Vision came back alone.

He looked directly at you when he told the team that Wanda decided to travel around on her own for a little longer.

You had your questions but didn’t pry him for more answers.

You could infer.

-

After Vision had gone back home, and she was finally alone, Wanda took the time to see the sights on her own.

The sunsets in Paris  were beautiful, especially when viewed from the Eiffel tower.

The busy streets of London keeping her busy and moving (though she'd never felt more alone while seeing the sights that the city had to offer).

The bright sun in Athens shined down on her, wrapping around her like a hug after a long day.

All the places she’d promise to visit with you.  

But there was no one there to hold her hand, no one to fall asleep next to, no one there to stop and admire the sights the world had to offer.

All these beautiful places, but something- someone was inherently missing from her side.

So, after being away for so many months, she decided to come home.

She wanted to apologise, to make things right and hopefully, get you back.

But you thought she was only here to get closure.

-

"I'm not saying all of this to make you feel guilty," You sighed.

"Because it hurt,  more than I thought it would. But I'm still here, and my world didn't end just because you left me. I learned that I didn't need you to survive, that I could do just fine on my own.

"I needed to learn to love myself and be happy being on my own.”

She knows that you’re having a tough time getting the words out. But she knows that you needed to say them and that she needed to hear them, even thought it was breaking her heart all over again.

You’d learnt to live without her and survive without her.

And she learned that she couldn't live without you.

"Don't get me wrong though, I would choose having you over losing you.” You say with a sad smile. ”But we don't always get what we want."

Wanda doesn’t mean to peak inside your head, but when your thoughts were practically screaming at her, her curiosity won over the logical side of her that told her peaking into your head would only hurt her more.

"Will you still love me in the morning?"

You asked her one night, already slipping into the clutches of unconsciousness, voice just loud enough for Wanda to hear.

She hums as she runs her fingers through your hair, smiling when you nuzzle deeper into her neck.

You were her warmth, someone she wanted by her side until the end of forever. Nothing would ever make her want to leave. She was already where she needed to be.

Of course she would still love you in the morning.

"And every morning after."

Shaking your head, she watches as you clear your throat, blinking away the scene playing in your mind, bringing Wanda back to reality with you.

“I’m just rambling now, it’s fine, it’s over, we’ve both moved on. There's nothing for you to apologise for.”

You look down for a moment, and she figures it's you taking a moment to gather yourself. When you finally lift your head up to look at her, there's a small (but still warm nonetheless) smile on your face.

“Let’s just forget this talk ever happened, okay?”

She wants to say more- she needs to say more to you, because the more you keep on talking, the deeper her heart sinks knowing that you're letting her back into your heart so easily this time. If ever.  

You’re ready to forget everything that’s happened between you two - while she’s just barely even scraped the surface of unpacking all the baggage she left when she left you.

“If there’s anything you need just let me know but other than that,” You exhale.

“Welcome back home, Wanda.”

[icyllic]

Path of Destruction | JEON JUNGKOOK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: Drama, Angst (maybe???), Thriller

WARNINGS: Stalking, obsession, swearing, a little dirty talk & thoughts

WORD COUNT: 2635

*note: ↑ i came across this video and saw this comment by boogieedits (credits to parkchimn & boogieedits for the inspiration! 😍) and felt inspired by this wonderful plot! i’m inspired by the amazing video edit too! <3 i decided to give it a try and welp- truthfully i’m having writer’s block with my Full of Stars series that i might wanna take a break from it for a while until i figured what the next episode’s plot would be. for now, let’s enjoy this oneshot! 🥰 (extra note: several changes were made in this story and yes, the nickname might be a little cringy but i couldn’t think of a better pet name, so....bear with it, i guess 😅😂 also, Y/N’s angered replies are intended to have typos. i purposely did the typos in her texts bcs she was angry af :3)

The night was feeling empty. The streets were quiet and you had no idea where you were heading. You couldn’t believe that you actually managed to get out from your best friend, Suzie’s party that was filled with a lot of her drunken friends and thank God you successfully escaped, even though right now you were feeling a little tipsy due to the amount of alcohol you consumed earlier.

“Fucking Suzie,” you mumbled as you walked home. “telling me it was just a small party and she lied! Who would lie to their own friends?!” You have the habit of talking to yourself if you feel alone and that was what you were feeling right now, so alone in the streets and you were clueless. You felt the need to cry but what’s the whole point? No one was here to save you even if you did.

You were sure you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating at all but you heard footsteps were following you. As you turned around, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, seeing as there was no one. When you turned around to walk again, the footsteps were heard. “HEY!” you yelled as you aggressively turned around. “don’t you dare follow me or I wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops!” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, mumbling to yourself again to make the uneasy feeling go away.

As you finally arrived home, you were struggling to grab the keys to unlock the door. At this very moment, the keys were tricking you; purposely tangling themselves with your pocket. “Are you kidding me?! I wanna get inside, you stupid keys!” You widened your eyes when you saw your older sister opening the door for you. How was she still awake at 2 a.m.?

“You look like a horrible mess.” Michelle commented, and you scoffed while pushing her away from the door as you went inside. 

“Why are you still even awake anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You were shaking your head while shutting your eyes to avoid that tipsy feeling.

“How can I sleep when I know my little sister wasn’t home yet? I was worried sick, you moronic bitch.” She shook her head, feeling disappointed with how you acted right now. 

You were feeling sleepy and tired, so you decided to ignore her and went upstairs. Before you went to your room, you heard your sister yelling, “Yeah, go ahead and ignore me just like you always do to avoid conversations with me! I’ve had enough of babysitting you, Y/N! You’re so horrible!” You slammed the door before hearing any more of her complains. 

Despite feeling so tired, you couldn’t sleep at all. You took the time to stare up at the ceiling instead, filling your head with numerous thoughts. But the thoughts stopped as you heard a Ding! on your phone. You read the texts and to your surprise, it was from an unknown number. 

unknown [now]: sweet dreams, twinkle toes

unknown [now]: it took me nearly four years to pluck up the courage to text you

unknown [now]: and i can’t lie, i’m having butterflies 

unknown [now]: you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamed of touching you

unknown [now]: by the way, go take a shower before you sleep 🌹

“What the hell?” You got up quick and scanned the whole area in your room, worrying that person who texted you might be in there. Hiding under your bed, maybe? You didn’t know whether to text this person back or not, or to block him but if you block him now, how would you know where he got your number from? ... or how would you know whether this person was a male or a female? So you decided to just leave it be for a while and reply this unknown person’s texts tomorrow. After this dreamland taking over your world, you were hoping that these texts were just all hallucinations due to tiredness. 

••••••

....except that they were not hallucinations at all. You started to feel panic when you saw the messages were still there in your message box. Now it was your turn to build the courage to reply this person back. 

you [now]: Who are you and how did you get my number?

Anxiety started to form inside you. You were supposed to run some errands today but with the situation you were facing right now, you were having doubts whether it was safe to go out there or not.

Your daydream of thoughts stopped when Michelle walked in to your room. “Y/N?” You raised your head up to look at her. “you feeling better now?”

You nodded, feeling hesitated as you knew that answer wasn’t true at all. You weren’t feeling any better, even after last night for being a little drunk but with this stalker texting you??? A whole new level of creepy started to scare you. You kept wondering how on Earth this person got your number. 

“I baked you some cookies, just in case you were hungry and um,” she paused for a while. “I’m sorry for yelling at you last night. I didn’t mean to.”

These words shocked you. Her apology made you give her a look of astonishment. You and Michelle have been through it all; dramas over boys, arguing over little things and never once in your life you ever heard her saying sorry to you. This was so new, she finally apologized to you for the first time in her 25 years of living. 

“I’m sorry for being an irresponsible bitch, Michelle. I didn’t mean it too.” She shook her head while smiling, walking towards you and gave you a hug to comfort you. Ding! And this person appeared again, stopping you from hugging your sister. 

“Whoa, who’s texting you at an exact 8 a.m.?” Michelle teased while wiggling her eyebrows. You chuckled at her silly attitude, although this wasn’t supposed to be a happy situation at all. You were already feeling terrified as curiosity started filling itself in you, wondering what that person’s text might be.

“Probably just Suzie wanting to apologize too for being a lying turd.” You shrugged it off, chuckling alongside your sister. Michelle then walked out and you quickly locked the door, opening the stalker’s message. 

unknown [3m ago]: you’ll know soon enough, twinkle toes 🥰

Twinkle toes??? Who the fuck does this person think he or she is? Calling me twinkle-fucking-toes? Your thoughts started to annoy you right now. You felt the need to slam something out of frustration, but you weren’t feeling like it anymore. You were still feeling scared because of this whole situation. 

••••••

“Class dismissed!” Mr. Peterson announced when the bell rang. The whole Math class felt like a living nightmare. You were feeling sleepy the whole time but your attention was drifted off somewhere else. 

When you walked outside the classroom to pack your stuff in your locker, you were stopped by Adrian. Adrian, the guy you knew had a crush on you since sophomore year. He was indeed cute; shaggy hair that really matched with his bright, green eyes and had a very nice personality that could make every girl fall in love with him. Unfortunately for Adrian, you weren’t one of those girls. 

You’ve been taking the time to appreciate and love yourself for several years now. Your last relationship ended because that asshole cheated on and lied to you a lot of times, leading you to have trust issues and hence the reason why you didn’t wanna give Adrian a chance too. But Adrian, being a nice guy he was, stated that he’d wait for you no matter how long it might take. 

“I brought your favorite snacks, Y/N. I hope we can eat lunch together today.” Adrian showed you your favorite snacks that were hidden in his brown bag. You softly smiled at how thoughtful Adrian really was. 

“Thanks, Adrian. But um, I don’t think I wanna eat lunch today. I might just head home this afternoon. I’m not up for afternoon classes.” You felt bad for lying to him. Truthfully, you just wanted to investigate more about this stalker of yours.

His face was sad, but he seemed to understand. “Oh, okay.. are you okay, Y/N? You don’t look okay.” His voice was recognized with genuine concern.

“I’m having headache, that’s all. I need rest.” You scratched the back of your neck, feeling this conversation becoming awkward already. You were uncomfortable, your negative thoughts made you feel like this was an uncomfortable conversation to participate in. 

Adrian nodded as he understood why, so he patted your back gently. You didn’t see it wrong, though. He wanted to kiss your forehead, but hesitant to do so since he knew that might be wrong. It was because he knew you didn’t feel the same for him. 

••••••

{8.47 p.m. with Adrian walking in the streets alone}

Adrian was listening to music on his phone as he was on his way home from his friend’s house. But eventually stopped when he felt a sudden presence behind him. He turned around and it wasn’t there anymore. He shrugged it off, thinking it might have only been his imagination. 

When he was singing along with the song he was listening to, the footsteps were closer and closer and suddenly, two strong hands grabbed Adrian’s hair and pulling him to the ground, kicking him hard and punching him numerous times. 

This unknown person who punched Adrian was wearing a black mask, a black hoodie and ripped jeans that matched with a pair of motorcycle boots. Despite wearing a mask, his eyes sent deep, horrendous message. “If you ever touch Y/N again, I’ll make sure to have all of your bones broken so you can’t do anything in life anymore,” he aggressively grabbed Adrian’s collar this time. “Y/N is mine and mine alone. Don’t you fucking dare come near her.” He released it roughly, spitting on the spot of the ground next to Adrian and leaving him alone as he walked away. It was an unfortunate night for Adrian, no one was there to rescue him and call for help.

••••••

{10.11 p.m. in your room}

Ding! You groaned, knowing whose message this was from. You rolled your eyes as you read the person’s texts. 

unknown [now]: i’m feeling so happy right now

unknown [now]: you have no idea how happy i really am 🥰

You shook your head and scoffed whilst reading them. Who even decided to care whether this unknown person was happy or not? Definitely not you.

you [now]: Lmao do I even care if you’re happy or not though? All I know is that you’re crazy

Ding!

unknown [now]: i am crazy indeed

unknown [now]: crazy about you

You groaned in annoyance at this unknown person’s response, not wanting to reply anymore. But then as you were about to place your phone on your side table, there was another notification from that person.

unknown [now]: i’m happy because soon enough, i’ll have you in my arms. no one’s gonna rescue you from me 

“What the absolute fuck?” you got up and this time feeling so angry to the point you were having typos as you typed your words in all capital letters.

you [now]: GO FUCK YOURSELF WHOSVER YOU ARE, QUIT BUGFING

ME!! 

you [now]: I’M GONNA BLOCK YOU NOW, YOU CNT DO THIS TO ME

Heaving a sigh, you grabbed a pillow and stuffed it on your face, screaming as loud as you intended. 

Ding!

unknown [now]: you can try blocking me

unknown [now]: but i have a lot more phones that i’ve stolen and your number is saved in every phone i keep 

unknown [now]: like i said, twinkle toes. no one’s gonna rescue you and take you away from me 😉

This time as your courage was already built, you dialed this person’s number but they quickly rejected your call. You tried again and you got the same result; your call was rejected.

you [now]: What’s the matter, huh? No balls to answer my call???

unknown [now]: i’m not going to make you hear my voice yet, princess. where’s the fun in that? 

unknown [now]: i’m saving it for our date soon

you [now]: Screw you, you fucking creep

unknown [now]: damn, say that again 

you [now]: FUCKING SCREW YOU!

unknown [now]: i’d love to be screwed by the one and only Y/N 😍

You were scared again. Not only this person secretly got your number, but he knew your name too! This was another whole new level of creepy! 

You shut your phone off, not wanting to take this conversation further with that creeper. You closed your eyes tightly to move yourself in your dreamland, and thankfully, it was successful.

••••••

{Meanwhile at someone’s place}

He watched you through the one of the screens in his room. You had no idea about this at all, but this stalker had already placed a few cameras in your house. One specific camera he always watched was outside the window of your room so he could have a clearer and nicer view of your sleeping face.

“My God, she’s so beautiful,” he said as he attentively watched you sleeping. He was playing with his fingers as his eagerness started to bloom. He was starting to feel desperate now, wanting to touch you, wanting to hold you in his arms, wanting to kiss you until you’re unable to breathe.

“don’t worry, my Y/N. You’ll be in the arms of Jeon Jungkook’s soon.” Jungkook started to smirk with the dirty thoughts of you forming in his head. He really, really, really couldn’t wait to smother you with his kisses. ....once he catches you.

••••••

The next day at school felt so weird as you found Adrian absent. Adrian wasn’t the type of a person who’d miss a day at school, but today he decided to do that. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked around for him. Weird. Where is he? you thought.

Ding! “Gosh, what the fuck does he want now?!” You opened to see who the notification was from, but thankfully it was from Suzie.

suzie patootie [now]: bubs, wanna hangout tonight? mum’s having a date with her 5th boyf. house is free for us girls

you [now]: Girls night, eh? I’m on

This girls’ night was all you needed to avoid feeling scared as you were right now. Sure, you were feeling brave already to confront that person through messages but you were still scared too. What if that person was watching your every move right now and you weren’t aware of it?

••••••

You decided to head to grocery store to buy some foodies and drinks for your girls’ night. You didn’t bother to head home first to take a shower since you knew that this girls’ night would be a sleepless night for you, anyway. 

As you walked out from the grocery store to head your way to Suzie’s home, the footsteps were heard again. You stopped your tracks. Oh no. What if this is that person? You were standing still and the footsteps stopped too. You didn’t care and you walked forward quickly and the footsteps got faster following you from behind. 

You started running and the follower chased after you so quick until he finally caught you, locking you in his strong arms. 

“Don’t run away from me, Y/N,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your earlobe and you started to cry. “didn’t I say I’d have you in my arms soon?” 

Before you could scream, he covered your mouth quickly and dragged you backwards with him to an unknown place while holding you tightly. 

“No one’s gonna save you. You’re all mine now, twinkle toes.”

[spookysanta]

point break. (g.d.)

Summary: they’re headed down a path to destruction... and on GiGi’s birthday, of all days.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, swearing, mentions of divorce

i wrote this in one day sorry if it sucks but i may do a separate little fic for gigi’s birthday just bc i can :)

SLIGHTLY EDITED

*****

The two of them don’t really fight anymore.

And it used to be the only way they would communicate.

But now, unfortunately, Grayson and (Y/N) are on a break—Gray even packed some clothes for a couple days to stay at Ethan’s house in the guest room. But a couple of days turned into a week, and one week turning into three.

Obviously, they don’t want it to be this way, but the constant fighting and bickering would get to be too much. Especially for their daughter; she may have been a daddy’s girl at heart, but her mama was her best friend. So, the toddler now felt that she had to choose, which was a lot for an almost three-year-old to handle.

They’re cordial toward each other, only really interacting when GiGi wants to talk on the phone to the other parent, or when they’re dropping her off during the week.

But it was GiGi’s birthday today, and their sweet angel was now three years old.

The phrase of the day was “wow, time flies”. (Y/N) woke up this morning almost in tears because she was reminiscing of her life over the last three years and the blessing that this little girl was. Everything was so different back then—and now it seems like everything’s shifted in a negative way.

Her phone rang. Where it used to say “Hubby <3”, it now just says “Grayson”. She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

“Hi baby! Happy birthday, my favorite girl.” Her tears dried immediately, and a smile formed on her face. “You excited for your party?”

“Yup! I wanna wear my dress.”

“The pink one?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, you can wear that. Is that with daddy or is that here at home?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice changed and she sounded a bit sad.

“Well, that’s okay,” she reassured her daughter, “we’ll look for it; and if we can’t find it, you can wear your tutu and tiara, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “yeah.”

“What’s wrong, bug?”

“Nothing, mama,” she managed to lie. “here’s daddy.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank to her stomach. This always happens when she sees him or hears his voice nowadays—she still gets nervous like she used to when they first started dating. “Hey.” She heard him say.

“Hi.”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to someone who doesn’t like making small talk. “Um… I just wanted to say, that I’m gonna bring her back around ten-thirty.”

“That’s fine.” She shrugged, feeling a lump form in her throat. This was the conversation that she was having with the man of her dreams? “Are you coming to the party?”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. She didn’t know it, but a lump was forming in his, too. “It’s at home—I mean, your house, right?”

My house? She thought. Last I checked, both of our names were on the lease. “Mhm. Noon to three.”

“Cool. I’m gonna pick up my mom, your parents, and Cam from the airport after I drop Cookie off and then I’ll be back in time for the party.”

“Okay.”

“See you later?”

“Yep, see ya. Tell GiGi that I love her.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The doorbell rang, just as (Y/N) was trying to decide how much liquid courage it would require to survive the afternoon. “Ding dong!” she heard GiGi’s excited voice on the other side of the door. She opened it, seeing Grayson for the first time this week, and boy, did he look a wreck.

Good, she thought.

His eyes had bags under them, and they were puffy; his hair was styled but still disheveled from, what she can assume to be, him tugging at it in frustration; and he wasn’t as confident as he usually is—his stance was more contracted, and he looked insecure.

“Hey.” His voice came out hoarse, as if he’d cried all night long.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” exclaimed the little girl in his arms. “Hi, mama!”

“Hi, baby!” he passed her to (Y/N) and GiGi wrapped her arms around (Y/N)’s neck, laying her head on her shoulder. (Y/N) pressed her nose against the little girl’s head, smelling her hair that always smelled like baby shampoo. “Missed you, birthday girl.”

“Missed you, mama.”

“Did you have fun with daddy?”

She felt the little girl nod slowly. “Mhm. Baked cookies.”

“You and daddy baked cookies?”

She nodded again.

“She’s a bit sleepy but clearly very excited still,” Grayson spoke up from the doorway. “she was sleeping in the car.”

(Y/N) hummed. “I can tell. I’ll let her lay down for a few before I get her dressed.”

He nodded, eyes darting around the house. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it in fear of triggering an argument on GiGi’s special day. “Well, I’m gonna head to the airport.”

“Okay. Say “bye, daddy”.”

“Bye, daddy.” GiGi waved, already almost asleep.

He took strides over to them, leaning down and kissing the little girl on the cheek. He could faintly smell the remnants of (Y/N)’s body wash. “I love you…cookie.” He caught himself. “Be good while I’m gone, yeah?”

“Kay.”

He looked at his wife and gave her a thin-lipped smile. “I’ll be back by noon.” He said simply to her, letting himself out.

***

“Nooo, mama, I want this dress.” GiGi whined.

“I thought you wanted the pink one.”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, holding a frilly baby blue dress close to her. “wanna wear this one now.”

“Okay, then. Give it to me so I can help you.” (Y/N) held her palm out.

“Nooo.” She whined again, “I can do it.”

“Okay, okay! You can do it.”

The toddler stepped into the unclasped dress, pulling it up her body, and putting her arms through the sleeves. “Can you do this?” she asked, referring to the clasps on the back of her dress.

“Sure, bunny. Come here.” (Y/N) clasped the dress, then helped GiGi into her sandals—much to the little girl’s dismay—then carried her downstairs so she could have something to eat. She set GiGi in her highchair. “What do you wanna eat? Grilled cheese?”

“Yeah.” She said in excitement, because the Dolans rarely—if ever, anymore—eat cheese, or dairy in general; but right now, it’s just her and GiGi, and she thinks they can have a cheat day every now and again. “And ranch.”

“Gross.” She muttered to herself, making what she wanted anyway. “Gia, are you excited?”

“Yessssssss. Super-duper excited.”

She let out a laugh at her response, “I can tell.” She finished making GiGi’s sandwich and cut it in half, putting some potato chips on a plate with it and a small container of ranch. “Here, beans.”

“Thank you, mama.”

The doorbell rang, and (Y/N) looked at the clock on the stove. 11:49 am.

She went to the front door and opened it, “Hey, mom!” She greeted her mother with a hug happily. “How are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking you, right?” She nodded behind her, where Grayson was helping (Y/N)’s dad get the luggage out of Ethan’s Jeep. “We’ll talk.” She patted (Y/N)’s shoulder, moving past her and into the house.

Lisa Dolan walked up the porch afterward. “Hey, honey.” She took (Y/N) in an embrace. And wow, was (Y/N) putting on a brave face—she didn’t think today would be this emotional for her already. Of course, she knew she would be an emotional wreck at some point throughout the day, but she didn’t think it’d be before the party even started. “How’s everything?”

“He told you?”

She just nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but you know I’m always here, no matter what happens, okay?”

“Yes. Thank you, Lisa.” They hugged again, then she went inside. (Y/N) stayed by the door and kept it open so that her dad and Grayson didn’t have a hard time getting the luggage in.

Once they got everything inside, she greeted her dad. “Hey!” he beamed. They exchanged words, then he went into the kitchen to take GiGi out of her chair and swing her around like she was on an airplane.

“So, we can put all of the cups and plates and stuff outside on the present table, and when Ethan comes, he’ll put up the pinata. Does that sound okay, (Y/N)?” asked Lisa, who was helping (Y/M/N) gather all of the utensils in a bag to be set outside. “Then that way, all you and Gray have to do is get her ready and bring out the cake and ice cream.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Mama,” GiGi said from her grandpa’s lap. “I want chocolate ice cream.”

“We got the swirly kind, bunny.” Grayson replied before (Y/N) could. “Chocolate and vanilla.”

“And my own cake?” She asked. “Don’t wanna share.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, baby. You have a little cake all to yourself.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Yay!”

***

Once the festivities began, all of GiGi’s friends came from her daycare and around the neighborhood; Grayson even invited Austin, Catherine, Elle, and Alaïa to join in on the fun. All (Y/N) wanted to do, though, was cry (and drink). She managed to step away from the party while the kids played in the bounce house—that was supervised by Ethan, the self-proclaimed bodyguard—and sat in the kitchen at the island, laying her head in her crossed arms and letting out a much-needed sob…which turned into a wail.

Grayson walked inside, grabbing a bottle of water, but stopped as he heard a cry. He turned his head and saw his wife laying against the kitchen island. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking a seat next to her. “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She choked out, sitting up and wiping her eyes. “I just had to let that out.”

“Is there…something going on?”

She shook her head, saying, “No,” and hoping he’ll go away.

“C’mon, there has to be something going on with you…with us.” He fought the urge to comfort her by rubbing her back like she liked. “I just want answers.”

“Well,” she said, really just wanting him to go away. But not really. She’s not sure; but she does know, two weeks without him constantly questioning her was something that she was starting to enjoy. “I do, too.”

“Huh?”

“I just want to know what you’re thinking, since you want to be inside my head so damn bad.”

“I just want to come home.”

“So come home, you do pay half the mortgage.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want though, because you don’t want me here.”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what it seems like.”

“But that’s not what I said.”

“Okay,” he stood, going into the refrigerator and getting the bottle of water he came into the house for initially. He took a big gulp, leaning against the stove across from her. “so then what?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to come home?”

“Of course, I do.”

“But...?”

“But all we’re gonna do is fight.”

He nodded tightly. “So you’d rather me leave and us drift apart than for us to work it out.”

“I never said that!” she exclaimed. “That’s what pisses me off about you; you always twist my fucking words. If you’d stop trying’ to be right all the time, maybe we wouldn’t fight as much.”

“Maybe if you didn’t say dumb shit all the time, I wouldn’t have to twist your words to make sense.”

“This is the shit that irks me.” She huffed.

“Let me ask you this, though,” he cleared his throat. “are we done?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

His demeanor changed back to how he was when she saw him this morning. “I don’t want us to be.” She could tell, though he was putting on a brave face, he was hurting. “I just…I just don’t want us to give up.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Fight me!” he shouted, making her jump slightly. “Scream at me, call me names, yell at me, anything! Literally anything is better than how we’ve been lately.”

“I don’t want to fight, though.”

“But we gotta get it out. So here we are—right now. Why are you mad at me?”

“Grayson, not right now—”

“Yes, right now. Gia’s being supervised and we have thirty minutes until it’s time to cut the cake. So we have thirty minutes to fight.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “You want me to go first?”

“Sure.”

He sighed. “I thought you were sleeping with your boss, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“What?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Are you fucking dense?”

“No, I’m not. I thought you were fucking him because you kept getting promoted; so I figured he must like you for a reason outside of your job performance—”

“Probably because I’m a good person.” She retorted. “Or, maybe, I’m just really good at what I do.”

“So you weren’t sleeping with him?”

“No. God, no.” She shook her head. “But while we’re on the subject, I was told by one of the other moms at Gia’s daycare that Miss Rodriguez wanted you to leave me for her.”

“Huh?”

“Yup.”

He thought for a moment, his mind racing. “Our daughter’s teacher wanted me to leave you... for her?”

She nodded tightly.

“I literally didn’t know about this until just now—but wait, is that why you didn’t fight me when I left?” He asked lowly, almost scared to ask.

“Yeah.” The lump formed in her throat again. She choked out, “I thought you’d made your decision.”

“Hey.” He rushed over to her, sitting next to her as she started to cry again. This time, he didn’t think twice about pulling her into his arms, feeling her body shake. “Honey, listen to me…I would never, ever leave you. Okay?”

“But you did.”

“Yeah, I did. And I regret every second of me being gone. I just thought you’d wanted space, or you realized that I wasn’t what you and Gia needed.”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder and she really thought she was gonna die because of how deprived she’d been of his scent. “Of course, you’re what we need, idiot. I wouldn’t be anywhere without you.”

“That’s not true.” He snorted. “You’re the most independent woman I know.”

“But you convinced me to move out here after us doing the whole long-distance thing. You, for some stupid reason, persuaded me to elope with you—”

“—but it was fun, and you loved it, so shut up.”

“—and I came back pregnant. But you gave me our little cookie. And in between all that, you built me a house for us to live in, you bought me a car, and when I asked for a puppy, you were more than willing to get a puppy just because I asked.”

“And I really would’ve, if I didn’t like to live.”

She laughed. “I say all that to say,” she sat up and took a moment to really look into his eyes. “you’re the reason why I am who I am.”

“I could say that about you, y’know. I could say that before I fell in too deep doin’ shit I knew wasn’t in my best interest, you showed up and you saved me.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

“I love you, okay? A lot. And we have to get better at telling each other how we feel. Because I’m not leaving again, and divorce is not an option.”

“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck like she used to, running her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling slightly. “A lot.” She leaned in and kissed him.

He grinned like a teenager with a crush—which, some would say, he still is—kissing her again, grabbing her by the face. “We’re not doing this shit again, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.” She winked.

“Do not get me started.” He kissed her again. He pulled away. “So what are we gonna do about Miss Rodriguez?”

“I’m gonna beat her ass.” She shrugged. “She almost ruined my marriage.”

“Or, we could just take Gia to a different daycare.”

“Whatever.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen. “Whew, there you are! C’mon, she wants you guys.”

The couple got up and made their way to the patio, him opening the door for her like he used to. But before she could leave, he grabbed her gently by the forearm. “Hey,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

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No Love Lost (Part 1)

Harrison Osterfield x CF!Reader

A/N: uh hi. so this is a lot. this was going to be a one-shot originally but then it hit 15k words so here’s some of that. I did as much research into cystic fibrosis as i could (thats what cf means btw). Thanks to @loverholland who helped me edit this (and future parts). Also this is my submission for @starksparker summer writing challenge. I had the prompt of “I know you. What’s wrong” and its used pretty bad but this will make up for it hopefully. its a whole mess of aus. there some fuck boy in there, some best friend. brace for impact.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: talk of death, talk of hospitals, talk of sickness, swearing,  messing with tenses, a ridiculous amount of parentheticals (yes they’re supposed to be there), cheesy writing

Harrison was sweet. You had to admit it. One of the nicest people you’d ever come by. He was your best friend all throughout school, he stuck by you through all the coughing fits, your plethora of medicines, and the multiple times you’d caught bronchitis or something along those lines, not to mention all the other things that come with being a teen in high school; drama, puberty, stress. You were insanely thankful that he put up with all his own problems as well as yours, health or otherwise, and everything that came with having cystic fibrosis.

You were diagnosed at five, after the third time you’d caught pneumonia. Most people are diagnosed before the age of two but either a) you weren’t screened for it at birth or b) your doctors missed something. Just your luck.

You didn’t really know what it meant at first. Just that now you had to take these medicines, pills, and use inhalers (which hurt on bad days). Your favourite part was always the gummy vitamin that you had to -no, got to- take. You heard your mom talking about how important it was that you cleared your airway every day and that you did some of, if not all, the exercise the doctors wanted you to take. They made your lungs burn.

Your mother, however, felt guilty. She blamed herself for your sickness, but her guilt was helping no one affected. She should’ve known that you were growing too slowly and that your breathing problems weren’t normal. She feels horrible.

But if she had and you’d been diagnosed earlier or later or exactly when you were, you would still have cystic fibrosis.

You started to understand what it was at the age of eleven after you’d decided to research it yourself. You knew better than to WebMD it. Long since being diagnosed, you weren’t looking for a cure, just an understanding of what this meant for you.

You found out too much. Things that you were certain a normal 11 year old wouldn’t know about. But you weren’t normal. Anything but.

You found out that the average person with cystic fibrosis died at the age of 37, it’s most common in Northern Europe and least common in Africans and Asians. Although not recognized until the 1930s, certain aspects of cystic fibrosis were identified as early as 3,000 BC, likely due to the migration of people, gene mutations and nourishment. One in Four people have cystic fibrosis. About eighty percent of people with cystic fibrosis die from it. There’s no known cure, if there is one at all.

Your first (and only, so far) double lung transplant happened about a year later. You remember the feeling of knowing something was wrong too vividly. Headed down the stairs, your twelve year old self had already run through your extensive morning routine but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something caught in your lungs. You had to breathe through your mouth to feel like you were getting anywhere near enough oxygen.

“Have you cleared your airways yet” Your mother had asked upon hearing how rough your voice sounded when combined with how much your chest heaved when you breathed. You nodded and she asked you to go to it again. It was on your way back down the steps when it had become instantly more difficult to breathe. Calling for your mom, your voice was weak and wheezed its way through the words. It felt like you were suffocating. You gripped the stair railing tight in your hand as you felt your vision start to tunnel. With whatever luck you still had, you made it to the bottom of the stairs without collapsing and she rushed you to the hospital.

You don’t know what they did to make it better temporarily but you remember being hooked up to all sorts of antibiotics to slow the mucus build up while they found a pair of lungs for you. A month later and they had found a pair. You spent the next while in the hospital from the surgery while the doctors monitored you.

Lung transplants either work or they don’t. There’s no in between. No ‘it works but could be better’. They do, or they don’t.

Your mother would tell you when you were older that yours almost didn’t work. You almost didn’t wake up, but you wouldn’t remember any of it when she told you so.

You were overjoyed when you got to go back to school, you knew you weren’t healed, you still had cystic fibrosis, but you were doing better. That’s when you met Harrison.

With Harrison, you felt like you could be somewhat. He didn’t know about your CF at the time, you held it back to not drive him away. You suppressed coughs as much as you could. He was good though. A good person, a kind soul. So good that when you were with him, you were normal. You felt like a normal kid. You forgot about the multiple inhalers that sat on the bathroom counter and the bottles of pills next to them. You forgot about the doctors, and your enzymes or lack thereof. With Harrison, you forgot you were dying.

He started to get curious when you were missing school a lot and played it off as a cold when you would cough a lot at one time, but Harrison isn’t an idiot and you’re his friend; he knew something was up.

So you told him. You told him you had cystic fibrosis. He seemed confused so you continued on. You explained that while it also affects your pancreas, intestines, and kidneys, it meant your lungs were weak and prone to infection. Mucus builds up inside your lungs and other parts of your respiratory system. You told him that if your lungs get worse then you’ll likely need a transplant.

He nodded along and promised that he understood but you knew he didn’t fully understand what it meant, just as you had.

You didn’t tell him you were dying.

Not then. Not at all.

He’d found out on his own that it meant you were dying. You never asked how. The pair of you were in your living room at the age of fourteen, in the middle of a game of Mario Party. The computer Boo was winning. You could tell that something was bothering him but weren’t sure if it was something to ask about, you did anyway.

“Haz? What’s bothering you?” You spoke as the Luigi on the screen moved 6 spaces.

“Nothing, I’m fine” He stared distantly towards the screen, it’s more likely he’s looking past it.

“And lying. I know you. What's wrong?" No response. "Harrison, tell me” You refused to press any buttons, letting the die on the screen roll above your characters head until he gave you an answer.

Harrison looked down into his lap, fumbling with some of the buttons on the remote. His voice comes out small and meek, “You’re dying”

“No, I’m not,” Some weird instinct told you to lie about it and protect his feelings, but the glimmer of hope he had when he looked at you made you wish that you hadn’t said that. “I mean, I am. But I’m not bad” You hesitate on ‘bad’, unsure of how you want to phrase things. You knew you had to be careful of what you say. “I’m not even on a transplant list yet,” His expression shifted to worry, “It’s a good thing” He somewhat relaxed. “It means that I’m managing it well. And I am. I take care of myself, take all the medication I need to. It’s a lot but I do it”

The look on his face made your heart go soft. Somewhere between worry and relief, happy and sad.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” You whispered, your gaze falling to the floor. You felt bad about telling him, that’s for sure. But for once you wanted to be normal.

“It’s okay,” Harrison’s voice was almost as quiet as yours, the overly happy game music playing in the background (it really didn’t help with the mood). He looked over at you and your expression made his heartbreak. “Hey,” he grabbed your attention, “This doesn’t change anything. No love lost, yeah?”

You nodded. “What I meant is that you don’t have to worry about me” That was the end of it. You rolled a five.

The next few months saw a shift in your relationship. It’s not that you spent any less time together, quite the opposite actually. Harrison wanted to spend so much time with you, most of which consisted of the two of you doing anything either of you could think of. More games of Mario Party (you won more often, he’d say he let you but he definitely didn’t), going out for food, bowling, laser tag, you name it.

He also took care of you. No matter how much you said you didn’t need it and you didn’t want to bother him, you’d get text messages at the same time every day asking if you’d taken your enzymes, or cleared your airways, or if you were close to running out of anything.

Harrison was sweet. He was sweet to you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

High school came and the world watched on as the two of you grew closer than ever. He was there as soon as he could be whenever you were in the hospital and even if you weren’t, he was at your house or you were at his as much as you could be.

Looking back, you weren’t sure how you didn’t see it.

While you were still Harrison’s best friend, he spent time with a lot of other girls. You weren’t dumb. You saw the way they looked at him. Their looks were anything from ogling or as if he was the moon. Their never-ending night light. The one that lit up the dark for them.

It was cheesy and sometimes (usually) gross, but he never looked at them that way. Even while his arm was wrapped around them in the halls he was either making some joke towards you (you’d say he was bullying you, but you weren’t that hurt) or laughing at something someone else had said or done.

Every two weeks there was a different girl on his arm. It didn’t really make sense to you. He was so nice and caring towards you but then these girls that he claimed to have feelings for barely got a second glance from him.  Even still, part of you wanted to be in their position, if only for the title that came with it.

You fell in love with Harrison slowly. Like when you come home late and don’t want to wake anyone, so you shut the door precariously, even the small click after it’s shut is too loud. Or like waiting for a flower to grow. Checking on it until you saw the first sprout and then the first leaf.

Your sudden realization, your ‘click’, was when you’d heard one of the girls talking about him after they’d ended things. You weren't sure if you could call it a breakup, we’re they even official? Who knows.

Water ran from the tap in the bathroom as you washed your hands, you couldn’t help but listen to the conversation she was having on the far side of the room. It was whispered and sobbed but you still managed.

“What’d he say?” Her friend, you thought her name was Olivia, places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“He just said he didn’t feel anything for me anymore” Harrison ex-thing, her name was Erica, (she was one of the “you are the moon” starers) barely got out the last word before sobs racked her body, her upper body and torso shook forcefully with each one. She was really hurt. “Said that there was something about someone else. I don’t get it. It was three weeks how could there be someone else”.

If it was three weeks then why are you so worked up over it? You fought not to roll your eyes.

“Erica, I told you that he was a bad idea. I told you that he’d hurt you. And you still…” Olivia trailed off with a sigh. Some best friend.

“I don’t know. Maybe I thought I could change him or something. Fuck, I don’t know. He’ll always be a fuckboy I guess. Can’t wait to see who he’s got next week” Sarcasm drenched her words. She sniffled, wiping her eyes.

You dried off your hands and left the bathroom.

It hurts to hear people talk so horrendously about your best friend. That wasn’t the Harrison that you knew, the Harrison you knew was gentle and caring and wore his heart on his sleeve. What about you made him that different?

Harrison came over that night, you helped him with his English paper and then the two of you retreated to doing your own things on your phones. He laid on your bed and you used his stomach as a pillow, lying perpendicular to him. Your legs hung off the bed a little, but you didn’t care.

The room was silent for at least fifteen minutes with the exception of the odd chuckle followed by the other asking to look at whatever it was they laughed at. That was until you piped up. Your mindless scrolling only lasts so long before you fall into your own thoughts.

“Heard Erica talking about you in the bathroom today” You let your hand fall to your chest, phone facedown against your sternum. Harrison didn’t really talk about the girls he was involved with. At least not with you. You weren’t sure why but never pressed.

“Yeah? What’d she say?” His eyes didn’t leave his phone.

“She was talking to Olivia, I think it was Olivia. The one who sits next to Tom in English”

“Yeah, Olivia” Harrison confirmed.

“Yeah her. And she -Erica-  was saying about how you broke up with her and said that there was someone else. And then Olivia said something about how she warned her not to go for you because you’re a bad idea and you’d only hurt her and shit like that”  

“Sounds like Liv” Harrison chimes in.

“Then Erica said that she thought she could change you or something like that? I don’t know. It was just weird to hear them talk so bad about you when what I see is the polar opposite” You started your scrolling again.

“People talk Y/N. She was just upset I guess. That’s okay” You nodded and there was a moment of silence

“Just out of curiosity. Why do you go through girls so fast?”

“I just don’t feel anything with them really. I know what I want, and sadly it’s things that I don’t think they’d ever be able to give, or have, or be”

“What do you want?” Your question threw him off guard and he had to pause for a second.

“I want pure love. It’s not driven by lust. A kind of love where I don’t have to worry about what I look like or how I act around them because I know they’ll love me just the same. One where we have electric conversations one moment and then the next we’re in silence but it’s fine. Because it’s comfortable. I want to have a connection. I want the kind of love where you’d die for the other person. I’d die for a love like that. And it’s something that I don’t think I could get from Erica or Megan or Hannah. No matter how long we’re together”

“But you’re not even going to stick around long enough to see if there is all that with them?”

“No. I know it makes me sound like an asshole but I know what I want. I just have to wait until that love realizes what they want”

You thought for a moment. Maybe it made sense? In some weird, twisted, ‘i’m an asshole but don’t want you to think so’ sort of way. “Okay” You trailed off.

“Also we were only a thing for like three weeks why is she this upset”

“That’s what I thought!” The two of you laughed and settled back into a comfortable silence.

You’d since learned to trust what you knew about Harrison, disregarding parts of what was said that night. He was kind, and took care of you, and cared deeply about so many things. You knew about his reputation, but you didn’t care. He was your best friend, and what kind of friend would you be if you changed your opinion based on what other people said. Certainly better than ones who date the guy who broke your heart (*cough* Olivia, *cough cough*) The same one who warned you not to date him.

And sure enough, the following week, Olivia and Harrison were together.

Olivia was the longest he’d been with someone that you knew about. A whole eight weeks was a record for Harrison. It almost made you think that maybe he was capable of finding love on his own. And that made you happy. Happy for him.

Then there was that damn click. That fucking leaf. The one that made you sad when you saw them in the halls, her hand in his. The same one that made your stomach drop when he'd kiss her cheek before class.

Although his time never wavered with you, you couldn't help but wish it was you under his arm. With his lips against your skin.

High school ended, Harrison went on to drama school. It fit, he’d always been dramatic (haha very funny Y/N) but you were proud of him for pursuing his dream of acting. You’d gone onto university as well. Although the two of you didn’t see each other nearly as much, you were still his best friend, and him yours. The texts to take your meds had changed from whenever you had to take one to only every morning, and the two of you would talk that night.

June Twenty-Second. You’d finished all your exams two months ago. Still riding on the high of being a university graduate, you didn’t expect for it to drop so fast.

You were put on the transplant list your sophomore year of university. But you were getting worse, you’d moved up significantly since being put on. June Twenty-Second is when your doctor told you that if you couldn’t get one of the next few lungs, you’d be out of time.

When you’d discovered that you were dying when you were eleven, you struggled to cope with it. Slowly but surely, you’d learned to accept that you couldn’t live forever, and if you’d been asked a month ago how you felt about death, you know how you would have answered. You would have said that it’s a part of life. That every journey has its end. You would have said that no matter what you did you couldn’t change anything and you were okay with dying. Maybe it was your time.

But when your doctor finally, officially tells you that they don’t know if they'll get you a pair of lungs in time, one thing comes to mind.

I’m not ready for this.

Immediately followed by another thought.

Harrison

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Ficlet Request: Looking after Doppo?

I took a couple of ~60 min ficlet requests on Twitter, the third one being something I don’t even remember because I wrote 2/3rds of this in December and only finished it today because the new drama cd track made me REALLY SAD FOR MY POOR BOY

LET DOPPO HAVE SOMETHING GO RIGHT FOR ONCE, YOU ABSOLUTE  MONSTERS

(I was going to work on my Doppo/Jyuto but I couldn’t be even slightly mean to Doppo after the release of that new drama track)

Hasn’t really been edited bc I've been drinking.

Hypnosis Mic MatenrOT3 | Jakurai Jinguji x Doppo Kannonzaka x Hifumi Izanami SFW (a few mentions of dicks) 1,540 words

When Doppo was finally able to escape from the usual bar his boss had dragged the whole floor to after their final shift for the week, he was expecting to top off a bad night with a crowded train ride home and an uncomfortably staggered walk to the convenience store near his and Hifumi’s apartment to grab whatever hadn’t already been cleared out. Having to match the boss drink-for-drink was never fun, but his boss had been in a particularly sour mood that had led to a boozier night than usual.

Doppo certainly hadn’t been expecting to find Hifumi and Jakurai loitering in front of the bar, rugged up against the winter chill in heavy coats and scarves.

“Um,” Doppo said, barely remembering to step out of the doorway and not block everyone else from leaving. That seemed to catch their attention and they both looked up, Hifumi bounding up to him and Jakurai following slower with a fond smile on his face. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, we…” Hifumi trailed off, nervously eyeing the woman who had the desk next to Doppo’s as she left the bar and waved at them. He bounced back the minute it was obvious she wasn’t going to stop to talk, picking up exactly where he’d left off. “Figured you’d be tired and drunk, so we came to pick you up!”

“It’s going to take forever to drive home at this time of ni-”

“I prefer a little traffic to thinking about you being crushed on the train after the week you’ve had,” Jakurai said, the gravity in his deep voice making it sound like an inescapable fact of life. “Hifumi took the night off work and insisted on making dinner for us, so we decided to pick you up and eat together.”

“And it’s your busiest night!” Doppo exclaimed, turning to Hifumi and just barely remembering that it probably wasn’t a good idea to grab Hifumi’s hands in public with his coworkers and boss floating about. “What if you lose your ranking?”

“If one night off is enough to let those wannabes take my number one spot then I never really deserved it in the first place. Besides, you’re getting worn down again so I wanna take care of my precious Doppo, okay?” Hifumi’s fingers brushed across Doppo’s wrist, quick enough for no one outside their little group to notice but it meant everything to Doppo.

“Okay,” Doppo said, too bone-deep exhausted and drunk to want to fight the care his boyfriends were trying to give him. “Let’s go home.”

Jakurai had somehow managed to find an empty parking spot in a small lot just a block down from the bar, Hifumi bundling Doppo into the car and turning the heater on while Jakurai paid to get out.

The drive home didn’t take quite as long as Doppo had been expecting, and it was much nicer to doze against Hifumi’s side in the quiet warmth of Jakurai’s car than it would have been to be crammed onto a train and then have to walk home in the cold. It wasn’t a luxury he could get used to, but even as a one-off event it made him feel loved and looked after.

When they got back to Hifumi and Doppo’s apartment, the heater had kept the place warm and welcoming; Hifumi immediately helped Doppo out of his coat and ushered him into the seat at the table that was closest to the heater. Doppo was too drunk to protest it, and before too long Jakurai and Hifumi had brought the food to the table and joined him there.

It was an easy dinner, Hifumi’s food as delicious as always and the conversation flowing naturally. They didn’t push him to talk about why his work had him so down, knowing he’d rather just forget about it; but they listened when he brought it up himself, and Hifumi’s suggestions were amusing if not exactly practical while Jakurai’s were actually helpful.

Jakurai cleared the dishes before Doppo could try to help and although Doppo figured that would be the end of it, he found himself being hauled to his feet by Hifumi and dragged to the bathroom.

Usually when all three of them were naked and in the same general vicinity Doppo was entirely up for what was going to happen, but he was swaying slightly on his feet and not even sure if he could pull himself together enough to actively participate in anything sexual. When he managed to say as much, though, Hifumi just laughed and prodded his shoulders until Doppo was sitting on the bathing stool.

“We can do that in the morning if you’re not too hungover, but for now you’ve gotta let us take care of you.”

“But you-”

“This isn’t about us,” Jakurai said as he finished pinning his hair into a messy bun and kneeled in front of Doppo. He easily caught the bottle of liquid soap that Hifumi tossed his way, squeezing some onto his hand and working it into a lather as Doppo heard Hifumi turn on the water and wait for it to heat up.

Doppo must have been more drunk than he realised, his cock trying and utterly failing to properly react to having Hifumi guide water down his body and Jakurai cover his wet skin in soap. He almost managed to get properly hard when Hifumi put the detachable shower head aside to shampoo his hair at the same time as Jakurai was soaping the inside of his thighs, but his alcohol-dulled body just wasn’t having it.

Jakurai didn’t seem to have any such problem, and neither did Hifumi when he moved into Doppo’s field of view to switch the shampoo for conditioner, but Hifumi caught Doppo’s hand in his own when he tried to reach out and touch. “Doppochin, this is for you, not me.”

Doppo mumbled something that might have been an argument, but it was hard to keep it up when he was feeling so very sleepy and Hifumi was massaging his scalp. Jakurai’s thumbs pressing into the sole of his foot made Doppo jump before he lost control and moaned, the dual massage on top of his drunkenly relaxed state too much for him to resist.

“That’s right,” Jakurai said softly, somehow working tension out of Doppo’s foot that he didn’t even know was there. “Relax, Doppo, you deserve it.”

Doppo was too drunk to work up the usual wave of anxiety that would normally tell him that he didn’t deserve it at all, instead just feeling an unbearable warmth well up in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get two boyfriends who loved him more than he could ever realise, and he didn’t notice that he was crying until Hifumi laughed softly and ran a thumb under his eyes.

“You’re always such an emotional drunk,” Hifumi said fondly, folding his arms around Doppo’s naked body and giving him a tight squeeze. “Let’s get you rinsed off and into bed.”

The warm water running over him wasn’t quite as good as Hifumi’s hug, but it was close enough that Doppo caught himself drifting off. He could hear Hifumi and Jakurai talking over him- or maybe to him- and even though he tried to focus in on it, he could only let the gentle familiarity of their voices wash over him.

He felt too safe and loved and home to be able to wake back up, and he allowed himself be lifted easily off the seat and rinsed off one more time before he was covered with soft, fluffy towels that were obviously Hifumi’s obscenely expensive ones.

“He’s out,” Doppo managed to catch Hifumi saying, the words accompanied by a soft kiss to his damp hair. ��Let’s get him into bed.”

“Hmphh,” Doppo said. He tried to help the other two get him to the bedroom but it definitely seemed more like they were carrying him, the weightlessness of his body feeling utterly strange until he was gently pressed into the middle of their mattress. He had a vague sense of movement around him and heard the unmistakable sound of kissing in the quiet room, but there was no time to be jealous when soon enough Hifumi was curling up on one side of him and Jakurai was pressed up against the other.

“I love you, Doppochin,” Hifumi said quietly, brushing some of Doppo’s hair behind his ear and leaving a quick kiss on Doppo’s lips. “Sleep well, beautiful.”

“I love you too,” Jakurai followed up. He wrapped an arm around Doppo’s waist and pulled him closer, Doppo feeling Jakurai’s voice rumble in his chest when he said, “You deserve the world and more.”

Normally he would have fought the sentiment every step of the way, not feeling like he was worthy of such naked devotion, but for once the gnawing worry in his mind was quiet and Doppo let himself fall into his boyfriends, alcohol and overwhelming comfort lulling him to sleep.

He’d have to do his best to make sure his boyfriends knew how much he loved them back, but that could wait until the morning.

For now, he simply let himself enjoy being loved.