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louismeanhoe · 3 years ago

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i know heaven is a thing, i go there when you touch me

pairings: dom!louis tomlinson x sub!reader

warnings: +18, nsfw!! oral sex (both receiving), sex, boob-worship (sorta), slight dumbification, very dom louis, mentions of rough sex. overall, beware people standing behind ya!

a/n: sooooooo, third is a charm! wrote this a while back, decided to post. i hope you like it! feel free to drop an ask or dm me if you find any mistakes. x

word count: 4,3k+

Golden sunshine streamed past the beige curtains when I woke up, opening my eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the newfound light. Right next to me, Louis was still sound asleep, his calm, warm breathing on my neck, and one arm wrapped around my waistline. Our bodies were a naked tangled mess. I could feel last night’s reminiscents in my muscles. I was sore in places I didn’t even think I could be.

A little giggle slips, then I yawn, struggling to remove myself from his tight embrace, only to succumb once more, this time facing him. Being the deep sleeper that he is, he hasn't even flinched, looking peaceful as ever, not a single crease on that gorgeous face. I couldn’t hold back the will to touch him, kissing his nose, his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Every little bit of skin available to me gets ravished.

By the time I started kissing his chest, it shook with a laugh, he didn't open his eyes, but one hand went under the sheets and squeezed the flesh of my hip. I breathed out, shaky, pressing myself onto him. These early mornings, well, they held a special place in my heart, we didn’t have to worry about flashing cameras, about the speculation, or what everyone else would say. It was just about us.

“Hey, sweets,” He whispers. It’s gruff, his blue eyes still blinking awake. Louis pulls me in further, and I let out a contented sound. “Creeping on me much?”

“Always am, ya’ know,” I chuckled, amused by his comment. “It’s your fault, really.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re too gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”

Louis shakes his head, still smiling, and slips out of bed, stretching out to shake off his sleep. I groan in objection, it’s too soon to part from him. I just wanted to stay in bed until we needed to get up. Have a long morning cuddled up under the sheets, kissing with our gross morning breath, talking shit. Our usual.

It’s easy to get distracted when he’s standing naked in front of me, though. The taut, strong muscles, built from football playing, the tattoos down his arms, the width of his back, and his ass. I was never much of an ass girl myself, but no one can resist that one, all toned, and squishy. I bite my bottom lip.

“Wha'?” He says, turning to me. I’m still somewhat covered by the sheets, my right hand my cheek, and I behold him like one beholds a panting.

“Too early for you to be up,” The words come out whiny as a child’s. “Too early for you to be that much away from me.”

“Guess today’s mood is need needy, hmm?”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek, nosing, and rubbing my arm. It makes me feel warm inside, how tender, how lovingly he cares for me. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real that I got so lucky. That my love story seems torn from a book page.

“C’mon, lovie, let’s have breakfast,” A little sound slips, I don’t want to, but he’s already played me, I’ll do what he asks of me. “Wish we could, doll, but we have to meet your parents at the pool club ‘round eleven, did yeh forget about it?”

“Oh fuck, yeah, I forgot all about it. Ugh, anyway, I’m disgusting, I need a shower.”

“Why don’t you go do that while I fix us something to eat? Does that sound good?”

“Would rather you’d be eating me, but yeah, sure, I’ll settle for some toast.”

Louis laughs out loud, getting a loose black tracksuit on, and then leaving our bedroom. I knew that by fixing us breakfast he meant extra strong coffee with some slightly overdone french toasts instead. Maybe they’d have some butter if I was lucky. He didn’t care about eating as long as he got his cup of black coffee. If he didn’t, he’d be moody the whole day.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to slip out of my comfortable nest. The gentle breeze made me tremble, my naked skin not too happy about being this exposed. I yawned, stretching my arms, feeling them stiff, sore. It’s what happens when you stay too long with your hands tied up above your head. My legs weren’t any better, warm pain on my inner thighs. He did a big number on me last night.

The sun bathed my bathroom. I could take a look at just how much damage he'd done. Along my collarbones, I spot a trail of love bites, all across my neck too, and at the bottom of my tummy, bite marks on my arse. Handprints on my hips. How in the world did Louis think I could cover this up? And to make matters worse, it was summer. I couldn’t wrap myself up with cosy sweaters, scarves, and leggings.

Okay. That’s “future me” problems. Right now all I need is a warm shower to get rid of the dry sweat that made me feel icky. I switch the faucet on, then reach for two towels, folded under the sink, inside a wooden cabinet.

A minute or two later, and the water was perfect. I step in, a groan of pleasure slipping when I'm enveloped by the rain of my shower, the warmth soothing the sore muscles. I proceed to scrub myself clean, relishing the feeling of tidying up.

I feel much better when I get out.

Wrapping my sopping hair up in one of the towels, I dry myself with the other. Steam shrouds the entire place, the mirror, the windows, anything with a glassy surface, was fogged.

A little smile bubbles up when I come back to my bedroom, the rattling of pans and the clink of mugs can be heard from the kitchen. Louis is still figuring out how to cook something that’s not pre-made. Spoiled baby. I shake my head and go to the closet.

Several dresses are hung, and I muse which one should I choose for the pool gathering. If I had remembered we’d be meeting my parents today, I wouldn’t have let him make such wreckage.

I settled on a simple, yet cute, yellow sundress that was snug around my waistline, but with a loose skirt down to the middle of my thighs. I'd need lots of makeup to hide the angry bruises littered, but there wasn't much I could do. I wouldn't show up in jeans and turtleneck shirts for a summer lunch on the poolside.

On the way to pick up my skincare products, I kneel to pick up a pair of pink knickers, too. No bra this time. It didn't go with the spaghetti straps of my dress, and it'd be nice to let my boobs out and about. The skin there was sensitive to touch.

A whole shelf is reserved for me. My creams, my lotions, my perfumes. A miscellaneous set of products that helps me take better care of myself. I also love the sensation of soft skin and the smell of white lilies. I am, however, disappointed when I find that my favourite perfume seems to be gone. Nowhere to be found.

I walk out.

“Louis,” I call for him, going to the kitchen, being met by his shirtless back, defined shoulders that made me lose my way for a split second. “Sorry, babe, but have you seen that little perfume bottle I always use? I can’t find it.”

“Hmm, I dunno, have yeh checked-'' When turning back to look at me, his blue eyes darken with a sudden spark of desire. I am aware that I’m not wearing much more than a towel. “Tryna’ tease me, pet? Walkin’ ‘round like tha’. Looking like a fucking meal ready to be eaten.”

“Oh wow,” A little sound slips, I can’t even help it. “I wasn’t… I was just looking for my perfume.”

“Naked?”

“Louis…”

“C’mere, doll, let me treat me baby to some breakfast.”

A smirk stretched his thin lips when he tapped on the surface of our dinner table. The stove had been turned off, his entire focus on me, and hell burns when Louis Tomlinson focuses.

I sat on the cold table, tossing my drenched head towel off, my hair falling in wild wet strands at the sides of my face. Louis watched, his left hand sat on my knee. Its thumb flickers the skin, applying enough pressure to make me get slick, like a bloody virgin.

He hums, toying now with the hem of the towel still hid me. The only layer I had between us.

“I think,” His voice comes out a pinch deeper, infused with the hunger that was growing evident. “Think this, well, it’s in the way, pet.”

The towel gets yanked, a little squeal-ish sound coming out in astonishment. I still have droplets of water sliding down my body, which he seems very aware of, and the marks he’s left the night before. His thick fingers trace the dark purples on my hip bone. There's a proud smile on his face, all cocky.

He lays me down, spread open for him, on display like a mannequin. I stare up at Louis, that gorgeous face all serious, a reddish stubble he was too lazy to shave it off, the upturned nose, and the eyes. Those tempest eyes I fell for.

A little smile bubbles up, his hands running up my thighs, the sides of my torso, my breasts. He lingers there, squeezing the flesh, tender, careful. I rest mine on top of his, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth.

“Yeh like when I play with them, yeah?” I give him a reassuring nod, stuttering a mellow ‘yes’. “Think these,” Another knead. “These were the first thing I fell in love with, all big, ‘n’soft. Fit me hands like they were made f'me, hmm?”

“Louis…”

“Nuh-uh, wha’ d’yeh call me?” He moves away, and I groan in protest, the lack of his warm touch paining me. “Thought I taught yeh better manners, little angel.”

“Sorry, sir, ‘m really sorry,” It’s a whining, foolish sound. “Promise I’ll be better, sir. Please make cum.”

“Think yeh due to some punishment,” Louis straightens himself up, completely moving away. “C’mere.”

He sits down at the head of the table, legs spread apart, one hand patting his lap, instructing me to take place. I know what to do, of course, sliding off of where I was sat, and going to him, lying where he wanted me to, his hands quick and rough on my ass.

“‘m gonna’ need yeh to count, think yeh can do tha’, my dumb little pet? Can yeh count f’me?”

“Y-yes, sir, I can,” I nod, eager to please him. Under my tummy, through the loose grey tracksuit, I feel his cock, all hard and seeping. It sends a rush of excitement through me, I’m all slicker. Ready for him.

“Good pet.”

The first smack stings, and I scream, tears welling up. A shaky ‘one’ comes out, he rubs the skin and goes again. And again. And again. We were nearing the 25th slap when Louis stopped, leaning forwards to kiss the middle of my back. I’m a mess, all teared up, all flushed, and sopping, too.

With little effort from his side, I’m put back up on the table, the cold surface soothing the abused skin of my butt, his voice, a guiding light through the thick fog of desire I was in, whispers for me to lie down, which I do, complying without second thoughts.

Louis settles between my legs, kissing my salty cheeks, then my chin, all the way down to my neck, leaving behind new sets of marks I would go through hell to cover up. My breasts come next, each being cared for, both left hard and wet. It’s only when he nears the soft end of my belly, teeth sinking on the jut in a playful bite, I realise he wasn’t taking me now. No, he was treating himself some breakfast.

The tips of his fingers brush where I’m hot and soaked for him, testing the waters, his face close enough that I could feel his breath. I clenched, trembling with heavy desire. It loomed over me like an ugly monster.

I prop myself up on my elbows, watching his dishevelled brown hair, sweat beads dribbling down his forehead, and those godforsaken eyes. They’d grown darker, a glint of something so lustful it borderlines impure. Sin all over that beautiful face.

One finger slides in, a hash exhale being pushed out of me. He probes once, twice, then pulls out, stuffing it to his mouth, humming. His lids fall shut as if he tasted some five-stars restaurant’s dessert.

My head lolls back. This man, nestled between my thighs, savouring me like velvet red cake, would be my doom. I was a spoilt woman, ruined for everyone else because no one could ever measure up.

When Louis started, tongue tiptoeing around where I thrummed with longing, a loud moan, torn from an adult film, came out, my hands shooting to his hair, a gentle tug.

“Oh, god, that’s so good.“

“Want yeh t’curse, angel, say 'fuck, sir, that feels good,” The quick interval makes me arch my back, rolling my hips towards his face. Louis laughs, pinning me down, then delving back, slurping and sucking.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Puffs of air making my chest rise and fall quickly. “Fuck that feels good, s-sir.”

Somewhere inside my dazed brain, I knew I was being too loud, that the neighbours would be so upset that I couldn’t keep it down. In my defence, very few people would be able to with Louis between their legs. Working to get them to cum.

I tried biting down on my lip, muffling some of the sounds. It did not fall on his good graces. Not in the slightest.

“Bite it again and I won’t let yeh cum,” A snarling makes me jitter, the bite on the tender flesh on my inner thigh coaxing out from me a string of disjointed words. “That’s it, pet, let it out.”

My heels dig into his back, fluttering pleasure easing into me, pushing me closer to the top of the mountain I knew I’d be pushed from. Louis laughs a mocking laugh, wrapping his mouth around me, the flat of his tongue against my clit, then the lips, pulling it, playing with it. I wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the two fingers in, not with the pressure of his lustful kiss. The air grew heavy. I gasped, sucking mouthfuls of breath.

“‘m so close,” I say, one hand gripping the tablecloth. “‘m so close. Fuck.”

“Then cum, angel, cum on my face.” Louis orders, lips brushing absent-mindedly my cunt.

As if cued, I do. I arch my back, my head falling back while a strangled whine escapes, his lips still unrelentingly sucking me, the syrupy afterglow of orgasming making me weak and numbed out. When Louis moves away, I’m limp on the table, legs dangling. Like a used ragdoll.

He stands in front of me, all smug, looking at the mess I was, the undone state he’s left me. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then smile up at him, biting my lip. That’s one way to start the morning, yeah, but I wasn't even close to being done with him, he had a situation of his own to be taken care of. The constricted hard-on, a beacon for my eyes. I lick my lips, extending my arms so he helps me up.

“Good, pet?” A humming noise slips.

I stand, with swaying steps, a protective arm still looped around my waistline. Louis felt warm and welcoming, the kind of peace you can only find when you love someone. Not a schoolgirl crush, but true love, the one singers spend their whole lives trying to capture in a song.

There’s an aching need to pleasure him that lies in my bones as if all the amount of physical pleasure I could give him would pay off the stability he gives me, the love, and the cherish. No one tells you what it feels like when you meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Past the stupid butterflies, the sweat-slick hands, and rapid breathing. That’s passion. Love’s when I hold him, in the middle of the night, after a livid nightmare. Or when he cooks me pancakes. It’s the little things we do for each other without even realising.

And I love him.

“We should eat,” He says. “Y’know how your mum gets when we’re late.”

“Mmhm,” He bends a little to kiss my parted lips, I palm him, feeling his cock all stiff and throbbing, a grunt slipping past his lips. “You don’t seem in shape to go anywhere, sir… I can’t leave you like that.”

“Playin’ with fire, aren’t ya?” A harsh breath escapes when I touch him further, firm, his excitement making me all wet and desperate again. I wondered when it would wear off, the rush I feel when I have my hands all over his body. “What d’yeh want t’do, pet?”

“Want to take care of you,” I whisper, hooking my fingers on the waistband of his pants, and pulling it down. I smirk, nothing quite feels like the thrill to know he’s like that because of me. It’s intoxicating. “I’ll get you in my mouth, is that okay?”

Louis nods, then he steals one last kiss before I fall to my knees. His right hand on my cheek, tilting my chin up. It’s a silent order that I’m not supposed to look away from him. Desire crawls in my belly, heavy, scorching. He looks so handsome like that, all rumpled, flushed, the lazy haze on his eyes gets me every time... I would worship him like the pagans worshiped their gods.

Spit gathers in my mouth, each fiber in my body buzzing with want, but I don’t cave just yet. Rather, I scratch my nails down his bare tummy, grazing the skin, watching him react, the sparse hairs that lead the way down to where he was leaking, up. I smile, biting my lip.

When I wrap my hand around him, he hisses, tightening the grip on the fistful of my hair he’d grabbed. I slid up and down a few times, my mouth parted to suck a little bit of air in. I was tingling with excitement, the deep blue nearly gone, exchanged by the black of his blown pupils. Stray sunbeams bathed him, his skin glowing golden. At that moment, he looked heavenly.

“C’mon, pet, be good f’me, fill that pretty little mouth with me cock, take it all in, as I know yeh can,” It’s deep, soaked in want, I can savour his desperation.

I do what he asks of me, relaxing my mouth so it stretches to welcome the width of him. It’s slow, I nurse his head once or twice before letting it go deeper, toying with how much it would take for me to gag around him. My hand is still curled around the base, bobbing. I tremble, excited, the sounds he’s making could drive anyone insane. The mellow moans, grunts growing louder. I enjoyed how vocal he was, it spurred me on.

He chuckles when I pull away to breathe, tears down my cheeks, saliva down my chin. I stare up at him, a bit lost, dazed, but my hand keeps working on him, nice and slow, edging him out. Louis runs a thumb along my cheekbone, wiping away some of the tears, whispering how beautiful I looked on my knees, all cockdrunk.

A dull ache springs, not just from the tired knees, but from the lack of care, I needed him to touch me, needed him to spread me open, and fuck deep into me. A helpless sound came out, cut through by my ragged breathing. I flattened my tongue under his cockhead, licking the underside of it, making a wet mess, and pulled him back into the warm, wet plush of my lips, hollowing my cheeks around him.

His fingers thread further into my hair, both hands on the sides of my head. I let it go the very second he does so, he’s allowed to push forward, to fuck my throat as he pleases. It’s easy to lose control when you know someone is taking care of you, and I knew he did. He’d never push past my limits, never cross lines that weren’t meant to be crossed, so I submitted to him, I gave him the power to make the choices.

“So good t’me,” Louis croons, thumbs massaging my jaws, relieving the strain it’d been put through. I moan around him, my thighs snapped shut to soothe a blazing tension growing even tighter between my legs. “Oh, poor pet, want me t’fuck yeh, don’t ya’?”

I nod, still stuffed with him in my mouth. There’s a tender smile on his face when he pushes me off, detaching himself with a pop, then helps me up, I stumble forwards, hugging him. Louis kisses the top of my head like I’m a stray puppy he’s taken under his wing to take care of.

The cold surface of our dinner table greets me back when he lies me down again, my legs pried open for him. Trained fingers tease pussy, spreading wetness around, before I realise, he’s placing them on my lips, “Yeh taste so good, don’t ya’?”

Louis slips inside effortlessly, and it’s a whole new stretch. I feel full and appeased, even now, that he’s just still, giving me a moment or two to adjust to the size of him, hands settled on the top of my thighs, my ankles resting on his shoulders. He plays with my tits, pinching my nipples, kneading the soft flesh of my breasts. A boob-man, alright, probably would spend hours on them if I let him.

He starts moving, bottoming out and snapping back in, deliberate, steady.

“May I touch myself?” I ask, it sounds pathetic, complain-ey. I didn’t think he’d say yes. “Please, sir.”

“Where d’yeh want t’touch yourself, pet?” He grunts, slamming deep, hitting all soft spots he could, splitting me open. “C’mon, use your big girl words, hmm?”

“M-my clit,” The stutter makes me feel warm on the cheeks, tasting the embarrassment of even asking.

“Good girl,” It might’ve been the way he said it, or the bite on my calf he gave, but I felt electrical shocks through my entire body, shaking with a rush of adrenaline. “Yeh may. Please yourself, pet.”

My hands feel minuscule when he rests his above mine, both circling where I was palpitating. We groaned in unison when I clenched around him, the pressure bringing us to a breaking point. With all the foreplay, I didn’t think either of us would be lasting an extraordinary amount of time.

The morning sunshine warmed the tips of my toes, or maybe it was the enticing hints of my orgasm nearing. He kept on going, implacable, beseeching. I would have trouble sitting when the high was over, right now I couldn't seem to care, rolling my hips against him, calling out for him.

“‘m gonna’ cum, pet,” Louis whispers, crossing my legs, it feels even snugglier. I’m so sensitive I feel my entire skin going cold. “Gonna’ fill you up.”

“Yeah, fuck.”

“Swear f’me,” It’s a rough snap, I roll my eyes back, so close I can taste the sweet thrill. “Say, ‘gonna fucking cum, sir’, yeah?”

I’m tensing up, the pent-up tension on my lower tummy heavy. Louis wraps my legs around his waist, pulling me up, and I go, mellow. I hang onto him like a scared child, not even assimilating he’s lifted me, my face hidden on the crook of his neck. The smell of him leaves me disoriented, it’s strong, going down like alcohol.

He falls apart first, hot, heavy spend deep inside me. I slide my nails down his back, teething the soft skin of his shoulder. He’s mumbling my name like a chant, squeezing my ass, pounding into me, giving it to me rough. It’s not long before I crack, too. My head lolls back, the sweet release sucked out of me, I’m left tired, spent, and weak. My brain goes blank for a few seconds, riding the glimmer of the high. A stormy sea that clacks until the sea goes peaceful.

A comfortable silence surrounds us. Louis holds me with care, wet, parted lips sucking on each bit of skin he could find. He was still buried deep, each little movement making me startle, I was way too tender to deal with any more sexual stimuli. I wanted to lie down and sleep for hours now.

My stomach groaned, and he laughed.

“‘kay, lovie, I think yeh should eat,” He lets my body slide off of him, and helps me sit down on the chair at the head of the table. “Want me to cook something?”

With his pants up, it feels like he’s wearing his sweet, loving self back, not the sex god who just fucked me stupid. I give him a weak shake of the head, and point to the plate of french toasts he settled on the marble counter, which he presents to me at once, and goes to grab two mugs, filling both with fresh-made coffee.

“How bad is it?” I ask, and he doesn’t need clarification to know what I mean.

“Think yeh might’ve to call to your parents and tell ‘em yeh sick.”

“That bad?”

“Got purple all over yeh neck, lovie,” Louis does look guilty. “Sorry.”

I shake my head, “I’m sleepy, anyway. We should probably eat, then take a nap. I call them saying I lost track of time.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

I feel his cum dripping out of me, and I realise I’ll have to take another shower to clean myself up, but I can’t say it wasn’t entirely worth it to slip out of our bedroom wearing nothing except the two forgotten towels piled up on the floor. Eh. Another trick under my belt.

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flowersbby · 4 years ago

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Star Struck | Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (If I’m missing any let me know please! :) )

a/n: You’re a model/ streamer in this one! :D I’m thinking about if I should turn this into a series or not? Lmk what you think. I hope you like it <3

It was a nice morning. The sun was shining through the tall windows that showed you a view of your balcony onto your bed, there was a slight breeze so it wasn’t too hot, and you could hear the birds chirping with the occasional honking due to LA traffic. The only reason you woke up was because the sun was shining right in your face. You groaned and put a pillow over your face. I really don’t want to get up right now. Just a few more minutes.. You thought and right as you were about to take the pillow off your face and turn over onto your other side so you could go back to sleep, your phone started ringing. “Ugh!” You groaned once again and reached for your phone that was on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was your manager, Chris. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. “What do you want?” You asked in an annoyed and tired tone. You were definitely NOT a morning person. You hated mornings.

“Oh my God,” He said in a rushed tone, “Have you literally JUST woken up? You have a photoshoot in 2 hours! Makeup and wardrobe are waiting for you down here!” Your eyes widened. You completely forgot about it.

“I-I’ll be right there!” You told him and hung up. You sprang out of bed and almost ran to your walk in closet, your eyes scanning for a top that would match the black leather skirt you wanted to wear for the day. You decided on a black mesh body suit with a black crop top under it. All black today. like your soul. You quickly put on some black heels and brushed your hair, cringing at how the brush tugged on your hair when it reached a knot. You didn’t bother doing your makeup since your makeup team would take it off anyway. You fast walked to the door of your apartment, grabbed your purse off the hook, and opened your door to leave to your photoshoot.

🖤🖤🖤

After a lot of yelling from Chris for holding the makeup and wardrobe team up, you did your photoshoot and got to go home. When you got home, you took a mirror picture of your outfit and uploaded it to Instagram, putting the caption as “Fashionably Late 🖤💋”. You smiled at the influx of likes right as it posted. You were truly lucky to have your supporters, but you wanted one person in particular to see it.

Corpse’s POV

I was casually playing Among Us with my friends while they streamed when I felt my phone vibrate slightly on my lap. I began to feel anxious to check my phone since I only have notifications on for one person but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen since I was following Jack, who I was sus of. Right when him and I entered electrical, he broke my neck. I felt relieved though since I got to finally look at (y/n)’s post.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture of her outfit. She looked good. Very good. I double tapped on it and immediately went to the comment section out of curiosity of what other people were saying. I looked at all the comments saying how pretty she was and smiled, but the comments made by creepy people made my blood boil. I wish I could just reply to them and say “That’s my girl. Stop.” but we both agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and I was truly fine with that. I just wish I could protect her from the creeps out there.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the game until I suddenly saw “Victory” appear on my screen. “Let’s goooo!” I said into the mic. Everyone else was celebrating as well.

“Hey!” Rae exclaimed, “Let’s get (y/n) in here, she just got home.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled.

“Yes!” I said a little too excited. Everyone else didn’t notice it though and agreed with me. I quickly texted her out of excitement.

Your POV

After receiving an invite from Rae and booting up your computer, as well as getting everything prepared to stream, you got a text from Corpse. You quickly grabbed your phone to respond back to whatever he said.

My Love 😊💖💖

im so excited to hear your voice

i’ve missed you

You blushed at his messages. You thought about what to text back for a minute until you figured out what to say.

You

I have so much to tell you from today

I missed you so much bb

ft later?

You set your phone back on your desk and loaded up Among Us, joining the discord call while you wait. You were greeted by everyone as you joined.

“(Y/n)! Good noon!” Greeted Rae. You smiled as everyone in the call erupted in hello’s.

“Hey, (y/n).” Corpse said after everyone else had their chance to greet you.

Your stomach did backflips from him just saying your name. “Hi~” You said in a sing songy voice and started streaming. “How are all you guys doing?” You asked as your picked up your water from your desk and started drinking.

“Good now that you’re here..” Corpse muttered. You choked on your water and erupted in coughing, taken aback from what he said. Good thing your were muted.

“Corpse?!” Yelled Poki.

“What did you say?!” Also yelled Felix. The rest were just erupting in Aw’s.

“U-uh,” Corpse stuttered, “I meant that because (y/n) is such a good imposter and I’ve been a little off my game today so I’m hoping we get imposter together so I have some content for a video.” Good cover up.. You thought as your coughing got under control. I think he forgot to mute himself.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, “We got this my dude!” You took a glance at chat and saw everyone going crazy. Half of them were typing in all caps asking for someone to clip that moment, and half were shipping you and corpse.

“I can only play one game anyway,” Corpse said, “I have stuff to do.” You frowned at what he said. You haven’t gotten to talk with him all day because of how rushed you were this morning and now you won’t have time to talk with him now because of how different your schedules are. Even though you two loved each other a lot you have had your arguments about this with him. You hate that he lives two hours from you or else this wouldn’t be an issue. You would be over at his house everyday if he lived in LA. You hated long distance.

You had a great time playing with your friends, but when Corpse left you got a little gloomy. He wasn’t answering your texts either. You sighed and changed into his hoody he left in your closet when he visited last and put on some grey pajama shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in your way for the rest of the night even though you were just going to watch Netflix in your bed and eat chips. After grabbing your snacks, you walked to your bedroom and opened the glass door to the balcony in your room, turned your LED lights to (f/c), got comfortable in your bed, and turned on your favorite show on your TV.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you heard a knock at your door. A scared feeling washed over you and you paused what you were doing. It was like you were frozen in time and if you made one sudden movement everything would come crashing down. They knocked again. You were scared that some crazed fan found your address to your apartment. Cautiously, you walked to your door and looked through the peek hole. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and a wide grin appeared on your face as you saw who it was. You quickly unlocked your door and opened it. You wasted no time and grabbed Corpse’s face and kissed him with so much passion you didn’t want to stop. He lifted you up and held your thighs in his hands, walking into your apartment and shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve missed you so much baby.” He breathed as he kept kissing you.

You pulled away from the heated session and Corpse carefully placed you on your feet. You hugged him. “I missed you too.” You said and didn’t want to let go. Corpse placed a kiss on your head as he hugged you and rubbed your back. You realized something and pulled away from the hug. “Where’s your stuff?” Noticing he didn’t have a suitcase.

He looked at you with a blank expression. “Fuuuckk....” He groaned. “I forgot it.”

You looked at him confused. “How do you forget your stuff. It’s a two hour drive here!” You laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “I really missed you and I was excited to surprise you,” He explained. “I didn’t want to get here late and have you asleep so I didn’t even think about packing.”

You smiled. “Well, at least you have a ton of clothes here you’ve left.”

He smirked, looking at his hoodie on your body. “Yeah, I see that.”

You smirked back at him, turned around, and began to walk back into your bedroom, wanting him to follow you. Corpse quickly swept you off your feet and put you over his shoulder, plopping you on the bed as he got on top of you. He looked into your eyes. “I’m tired.” He muttered.

“Let’s cuddle then, baby.” You smile. He smiles back at you tiredly as he moves off you to be the big spoon, pulling you against him by wrapping his arm around your waist. You felt happy in that moment. You finally got to be with the only man who loves you for you physically, instead of two hours away. You both fell asleep, taking in this moment.

#corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse husband x y/n

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realcube · 4 years ago

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waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara, oikawa, kageyama

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream-

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo-

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying

he’d never admit it though-

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’ you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no-

well, yes; he wants to

but when you wake him at 1AM

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’

then he goes back to sleep

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place

and you made a race out of it

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it?

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night?

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses)

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’

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bluemoondust · 3 years ago

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My twst oc boy's birthday was only two days ago and I wanted to just do something for it. I at least want to get some stress off my back so here's just a short something for him. His name is Cosmo and this is what he looks like (the blonde one). Hope you like him!

Warning(s): Clingy Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Pain (just a strong grip on darling's wrist), Mentions of Yelling, Attempted Kidnapping to actual Kidnapping

Notes: Darling is not MC in this; just is in the same boat as them, Everyone is 18+

You knew he wasn't that air headed from the second time you encountered him. He was just as cheery and naive as the Scarabia Dorm Leader, yet something was amiss as you heard more whispers along the hallways. He was a Spellman, but that didn't mean anything to you. How would you know if this world was so new to you? What did that even mean?

He was so eager to hang around you and your fellow friends, like he was starving for this sort of interaction. He'd always compliment and playfully tease you, but sometimes those smiles didn't reach his ruby red eyes. Maybe you're just imagining things. Cosmo had never done anything to even cause this sort of unease. He may be whatever others say he is, but that's just because of a name, right?

"You won't leave me, will you?" It was initially just an act of his whiny attitude when he got all pouty because of his elder brother's backhanded insults. The two would always get into petty arguments and Cosmo would complain if his brother got away with it. It isn't fair as he puts it. Still, now that question seems more alarming as time passes.

... and everything still seemed so normal and at peace.

You didn't have time for this. All this speculation was exhausting your mind and body. Sleep was more difficult as days pass and strange dreams woke you up. They weren't the usual mirror dreams you'd get. Maybe it was a sign, but how could you tell? A yawn passes your lips as you get up for the day. Might as well pull through and possibly get a nap in between lessons so you can avoid the chance of passing out in the hallways. That'd be a sight for others... And bothersome.

You've decided to rest in the library during break, letting Grim hang out with Ace and Deuce without you. All that was needed was some time for yourself. This was one of the only places you could get that.

Cosmo was much fussier than usual. Even more clingy as well as he spotted you sitting alone. He immediately vented out his frustrations of his brothers and other students; they were all so annoying and can't let him be at peace. "Not you guys though. You're very dear to me and I know you'll never upset me." It was supposed to be something of a way to cheer himself up, telling himself he had friends in you all no matter what.

"My brother doesn't like you. Because you're magicless and still manage to attend the school." Cosmo's voice was eerily monotone as he changed the subject, immediately making you hyper aware of where you were.

He blows air out of his mouth in a huff, "I don't care though. His pride is just wounded because of all the hard work he did to get here." A smirk creeped onto his lips. "It was so satisfying to see the look on his face."

You didn't know how to respond; couldn't tell if he was being serious about this conversation or just poking fun at his brother. His arm suddenly made it's way around your shoulder and his weight leaned onto your body.

"He's foolish and a complete pompous bastard." Cosmo sounded... Playful, but there was an edge to his voice. "Do you know what he told me this morning as I left my dorm?"

"No... What did he say?"

A soft but sharp laugh answered you as Cosmo displayed a tight smile. "He said you all are a bad influence on me. Especially you." A scoff. "What does he know?"

The half hug was suddenly becoming suffocating but that didn't seem to come to the blonde's attention. He was so warped up in every negative thought he had. You believed it was time to cut this conversation short before things escalated. It wasn't something you wanted to fear to happen, but there have been other times where your safety was threatened in this school. With a quick but gentle shove, you pried Cosmo off of you. Of course this startles him a little, until he gives you those puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, is it time to go already. Aw... I wanted some more time with you."

You did your best to push down the unease, mustering up your best smile. "Yeah, can't help that time flies, you know?"

Cosmo chuckles bitterly at your words. "Mhm. But... Maybe we can skip? Please? I'll make it up to you. I'll get notes from the class so we don't miss anything."

"Sorry Cosmo, but I can't afford to skip. Grim needs me there after all."

The young man blinks before pouting in defeat. "Fine, fine. You win. You're lucky that I like you~"

It doesn't mean anything. He always teases like this.

"Ah, well, I better get going. See you later." With a wave, you dash off to ensure you get to class on time. The whole conversation kept replying in your head as you felt his burning stare onto your back while your form got farther away.

"Of course."

Where the hell is this? You frantically scanned the area to see that you're nearing the woods next to the school. Everything was dark and crickets were chirping. Nighttime. How? A million thoughts raced through your head, but one excruciatingly loud one told you to head back to your room. You need a place of comfort to gather your thoughts for now—

"Aw man. I knew I shouldn't have strained my vocals too much."

"Cosmo?" Leave. Run. You had to get away. Seeing him and the desire to sprint was one thing you were sure of. Him being here was an obvious red flag. But why couldn't you move? Don't just stand there!

All you could do was listen to him hum cheerfully like you weren't absolutely terrified at this moment. "This is the farthest I've taken you out tonight. Guess singing without a water break is quite bothersome. Ugh..." He looked annoyed but he quickly shifted his expression to one of joy.

"But at least I managed to place a teensy curse on you before you could process anything! Aren't I resourceful! Vil always did tell me I should be more prepared in various situations."

You weren't listening. You wanted to scream, do anything other than be near him at this moment. Why you?

He crept closer, touching your face as he sighed in content. His forehead was then pressed against yours. "I wish we could stay like this forever... Just the two of us." Cosmo grabbed your wrists.

"Cosmo, please stop. This is wrong. We... We can talk this out. Just let me go."

He laughed at you. "Oh no, I can't do that my sweet thing." His increasing grip scared you as his smile remained but his tone shifted. "I can't afford to lose you. You're my everything. The only one who listens and cares. My brother be damned!"

It was the first time you've seen him express rage. All those pouts, whines, complaints were replaced with sneers, growls, and yelling. This might scare you a little less than his eerie calm and joyful self, but it made you flinch nonetheless. You hoped that this was all just some cruel nightmare from the lack of sleep.

"I'm so sorry... It'll be alright once you get you past that point. Then, you won't ever have a reason to leave me! You won't leave me," His voice lowered in a serene, but threatening melody, "Will you (Come To Me)?"

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere writing #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere twst oc #yandere twisted wonderland oc #yandere

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thatringboy · 3 years ago

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Me to me: Nooo don’t make an Inazuman oc you already have two OCs from Liyue and Natlan who you said you’d revamp and besides, you’re probably going to lose interest in this one soon Also Me, getting way to invested in Inazuma lore: HEY EVERYONE COME MEET MY NEW OC HIIRAGI YORICHI, A HYDRO SWORD USER WHO’S AUTISTIC LIKE ME

Link to picrew used for profile

Buried Beauty

“My duty is first to the people of my homeland, then the Kanjou Commission. Make no mistake, Baal must be stopped, but not at the expense of the people.”

The firstborn son of the Hiiragi Clan who’s name means “first gift”. He grew up in Sumeru Academy, but has returned to Ritou to take up his father’s yoke over the Kanjou Commission

General Information

Name: Hiiragi Yorichi

Age: 28

Affiliation: Hiiragi Clan

Birthdate: January 17

Starsign: Capricorn

Constellation: Thesauros Sepultus

Weapon: Sword

Vision: Hydro

Voice Claims

CVA: Zhang Jie

JVA: Tasuku Hatanaka

EVA: Kyle Phillips

Voice Lines

Good Morning: Hmm? Oh, yes, greetings Traveler and Paimon. Sorry, I didn’t see you there… I’m not much of a morning person

Good Afternoon: Did I miss lunch again? Eh, oh well. Traveler, wanna run by Miss Ryouko’s to get some food?

Good Evening: If I don’t get back soon, Chisato will certainly send someone out to find me

Good Night: Can you get back on your own? I’m afraid that I must return to Ritou for the evening

When It Rains: Quickly! The rain will cover our tracks!

When It Snows: Huh? Wow it got cold fast! Better go find some shelter before I accidentally freeze us

When It’s Sunny: Be careful, our enemies can see clearly in broad daylight

Favorite Food: Mmm, I could go for some Mondstat Grilled Fish right about now… I had it once during their Ludi Harpastum Festival that my Senpai took me to one year and I’ve just fallen in love with the flavour!

Least Favorite Food: Is… is that cabbage? No no, there’s nothing wrong, just don’t expect me to eat any. Why? Well… I don’t like the texture at all! Eating it feels like slime going down my throat which closes up my airways and then that sensation makes my brain feel like someone shoved a wet blanket between my ears and wrapped it around my brain! Please… never make me eat cabbage…

About: Vision: My Vision? How did I get mine? Well, since you asked so nicely, it appeared to me in a dream during the end of the first year of the Sakoku Decree. I had cried myself to sleep because of the anguish I felt coming from those who had their Visions stolen - those who I had sworn to protect as a Clan Heir - and I cursed out Celestia for allowing this to happen. In my dream, I appeared before seven giant thrones all glowing with elemental magic. In the blue throne sat a woman who gave off so much power that I could not gaze upon her. Yet, her words always resonate in my heart: “Your loyalties may change, but never change your principles. Do no harm to others, but do not let harm fall upon you and those you love.” When I woke up, the Vision was tucked under my pillow!

About: Kanjou Commission: One day, it will be my duty to oversee the Kanjou Commission. Am I ready? Probably not. Do I have a choice? Also no. I just want to make everyone proud… but how can I do that when father has already deemed me an embarrassment to the Hiiragi Clan simply because of who I am?

About: Sumeru Academy: The Academy? I grew up there! Fourteen years I spent roaming the halls absorbing all of the knowledge I could! *Sigh*… maybe if the Travel Ban gets lifted, I’ll show you around my old stomping grounds!

About: Ritou: I’m friends with some of the guys at the Outlander’s Trade Association. What do you wish to see? Want to head by a jewelry shop? Get some food?

About: Interests: Wanna know a secret? Deep down, I’m an alchemist at heart! Anything alchemy related, I’m sure I can be of use! It’s my special interest! Did you know that the luminescent spines of a firefly can—wait wait no I’m sorry. Father says that people get bored of my ramblings, my apologies for wasting your time…

About: Swords: You may have noticed that my sword technique is different from the samurai of Inazuma. That is because I learned how to use my blade at the Academy. I forged this blade myself when I turned twenty. Would you like to hold it?

About Ayaka: Miss Kamisato? I’ve met her once and she seems nice, but I still feel uneasy around her. But maybe that’s just me

About Raiden Shogun: You want to know why I refer to the Shogun as “Baal”? Well, that’s because I didn’t grow up in a place that calls her the “Raiden Shogun”. I’m used to my peers referring to her as “Baal” and I’ve yet to drop the habit. Also, I don’t have much respect for her, but don’t tell anyone that

About Ayato: Never met him, but his description gives me the creeps! Never appears in public, leaving his little sister to do all the work? The nerve of that guy! O-oh… that sounds like me? Ehe-he… oops

About Yoimiya: Oh Miss Naganohara! She makes the best fireworks! She and I are actually a lot alike. What, you don’t see it? I guess that comes from me spending a lifetime hiding my inner enthusiasm while she never quite grew up. We should go to the next firework festival to see her, I’m sure she’d love that! But… from a distance please. The popping noises from the fireworks hurt my ears

About Kaeya: The Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, huh? I’m curious to see how the pieces fall into place… what was that? Oh, it’s nothing… just gossip from some old colleagues

About Diluc: Diluc? Who’s that? Owner of the Dawn Winery? The Ragnvindr Clan? Nope, doesn’t ring a bell. The Darknight Hero? Of course! Why didn’t you just say that?! Yeah I know who you’re talking about now! What? He’s got a Vision too? I guess that guy’s just full of surprises

About Childe: So, that weasel is actually a Fatui Harbinger? Why am I not surprised... O-oh when did I meet him? After I graduated from the Academy. Did I sound too surprised about his identity? Sorry, when I knew him, he used a different name

About Albedo: Ah… the son of Rhinedottir. His master actually attended one of my lectures when I was younger in secret. I think they were using an alias during that time but I spoke to them in private. It was interesting to learn different things about ancient alchemy techniques from another land. I think Albedo is currently an alchemist in Mondstat, right? I’ll visit him when the Travel Ban is lifted to exchange notes

About Klee: Klee, daughter of Alice? Eh, I haven’t heard good things. I’m not a big fan of explosions... but that doesn’t mean that she’s a bad kid! I’m sure if I met her, we’d be friends

About Lisa: Minci-Senpai! We worked together a lot at the Acadmia! Why did I call her senpai when I’m older than her? Well, because she’s the Grandmage!!! Everyone knows how smart and powerful Minci-Senpai is! Once, she tasked me with finding ways to preserve pure Electro organisms. So, I coated the inside of a jar with Hydro Slime condensate so that her Electro roses can continuously be charged by the Hydro energy… Sorry, I’m getting carried away

About Mona: What, do you think that all Hydro users who practice magic know each other? Well, I do know Miss Megistus, but you can’t assume that! I met her and her master once during a lecture on fortune telling with the use of elemental abilities. Now that I have a Vision of my own, I will see if I can implement their techniques into my own practice

About Sara: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never met her. We may be the heirs to our Clans and our respective Commissions, but I’ve never had a conversation with her. Naturally, as a Vision holder and she as the spearhead of the Tenryou Commission, I am her enemy. However, as the heir to the Hiiragi Clan, I must keep up formalities. Besides, my dear sister Chisato is being courted by another member of the Kujou clan, Kujou Kamaji, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin that. You won’t turn me and my Vision in to her, right?

About Cyno: Ah, Master Cyno, one of the smartest members of the Academy. I owe a lot of my development to him. I don’t think I would have finished my Thesis paper on the eighth nation without his guidance

About: Names: You know, my name means “first treasure”, but despite such an endearing name, my father has yet to reveal my face to the public and claim me as his heir. He was also the one to send me away when I was a boy to Sumeru because I was not like other children. Was I meant to be gift to my family? To the other nations? Was I an unwanted gift? … Oh, sorry about that. I don’t usually get dark like that! Tell me, Traveller, what does your name mean?

About: Politics: Ugh… Sakoku Decree this, honor the Commissions that, I don’t understand any of it. If I’m ever left in charge, I’m sure that I could handle the bureaucratic side, but the people side? I get overwhelmed when talking to people I’m not comfortable with. I shut down mentally, fumble over my words and eventually I end up having a panic attack and Chisato has to pull me from the room. My father thought that I would have grown out of those outbursts when I got older, but I’ve only found a way to mask my behaviors. But you’re different, you haven’t looked at me like a child nor spoken less of me simply because I’m different, why is that?

About: Family: My mother passed away while I was gone, my father Shinsuke is the head of the Kanjou Commission and my younger sister Chisato is his main assistant. When my father gets upset, Chisato is always the one who has my back and in turn, I’ve begun escorting her secretly to Kondo Village to meet with her secret lover, Kujou Kamaji. I guess that’s what siblings do for each other, we protect each other from everything because no matter what we go through, no matter what arguments we have, we always will have each other. Ah, Traveler! I didn’t say anything to make you upset, did I?

About: Khaenri’ah: … You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? What do you think I know about that cursed place? Yeah, I wrote my Thesis paper on Khaenri’ah, but that was a while ago and I’ve learned my lesson. Now, the only connections I have to that place are hearsay from lecturers, rumors at the Academy and the plucked plume of a proud peacock.

About: Time Gap: Huh? Oh yeah, I went to Sumeru when I was seven and studied there for fourteen years. Uh… what did I do for the missing five years of my life before returning to Ritou? Ehe-he… I don’t think I’m allowed to say everything, but I can tell you this: that’s the time that I met a disgraced Knight, a bloodthirsty child and learned how to wield a sword. I was able to travel with them while writing my Thesis paper. Ah… how time flies when working with like minded people

This is the most thought I’ve ever put into an OC, I hope you like him!

#Just casually throws in that Yorichi is part of the same information gathering organization as Diluc #I really like Yorichi and I hope the rest of you do too #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #hiiragi yorichi #hydro character

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement Ch 12

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: Work work and meeting the lead Fashion designer at BigHit Previous Chapter here You arrived back at 1802 and put away the groceries. True to his word, Yoongi had let you carry all the bags back while he stuffed his cold hands deep into his coat.

“What’s tomorrow’s schedule look like?” He asked, collapsing down onto the couch.

You took out your phone. “You have a meeting with Adora at 10 am. It looks like the conference room on the 24th floor has already been reserved by Jiwoo. Other than that, not much. You have your afternoon blocked out.”

“Cool.” He scrolled through his phone.

You walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out your leftovers. “Do you want anything while I’m in here?” You asked.

“No. I don’t eat a lot.” He responded.

You put your food on a plate and positioned yourself at the barstool. “Do you know the person who is retiring on Saturday?” You asked right before taking a bite of your food.

“Just casually. He’s been here forever. He was BPD’s assistant for a long time and then took a less intense position these past couple of years. I think he works in the gallery as a docent.”

“There’s a gallery? Jesus, this building has everything.” You said amazed.

“It has a lot. I haven’t been. They change the exhibits every few months.”

You took your phone out and researched the gallery a bit. How interesting. You added your meeting with Jimin to your calendar and added a few other personal items for next week.

You got up and rinsed your plate and then set the coffee maker for the morning. “Alright dude, I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the groceries.”

He looked up from his phone. “You’re already going to bed? I thought you were a night owl?”

You shrugged. “ I think I’m making up for years of sleep deprivation honestly. I’m sure I’ll be back to it in no time. Plus you know, mild panic attack earlier.”

“Ah right. Sorry about that again. Good night,” He said.

You gave a small smile and realized about halfway down the hallway that your heart was racing. Hey. Calm down. You’re the one in charge here.

Yoongi got up from the couch. He wouldn’t be tired for hours. He would normally go back to the studio, but after your confession earlier he didn’t want to leave you alone in case Jin’s crazy girlfriend was still around and going to start screaming again. He sighed and went up to the loft area, pulling out his laptop. He could work some from here he supposed.

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You woke up and threw on your robe. Shuffling out to the kitchen you saw that coffee was missing from the pot, indicating that Yoongi had already started his day. You grabbed a mug and headed back to your room to get ready.

When you arrived at your desk you were pleasantly surprised to see some stationary had been left on your desk, as well as a small plant. Huh, cute. You sat down and answered the usual round of emails, confirmed events, and made a list of things you would need to check with Yoongi before answering.

Y/N: Hey! I have some questions I need to ask you before I answer some emails. Are you available? Also do you need me to attend the 10am with you?

Y: come in.

You smiled and walked around the corner to the studio. You tried to turn the handle and it was locked. You smirked and keyed in the code.

"Good morning," you said, closing the door behind you.

"Did you sleep OK?" he asked, not turning around from the computer monitors.

"I did. Thanks. I didn't bring coffee, would you like me to go grab some?"

"No, it’s fine." He responded.

You walked closer and perched yourself on the edge of the couch closest to him. You sat down your pen and paper. He was clearly in the middle of something.

He pushed a few more buttons on the console and hit play, a beat suddenly filled the studio. It sounded good to you, but all you knew about music was that you liked to dance to it. You watched as he listened to it with his entire body. He hit stop.

"Ugh… It's still not right. Fuck." he slid his hands down his jeans

"I can come back later if it's better for you. I didn't want to interrupt."

He spun around in the chair. "No. You're fine. What did you need to ask me?"

“Namjoon sent a list of artists who have expressed an interest in collaborating with you. He wants you to pick your top 3. Here," you handed him the list.

Yoongi took the paper and looked over it boredly. So many people were just interested in collaboration for their own sake; using him to get their music recognized. People always fucking using him. He could feel himself starting to get angry and took a deep breath.

"Hey. We can do this later, ok? What do you need from me for your meeting? Anything?" You could tell this was bothering him but had no idea why.

Yoongi looked up at you. Weren't you also using him? For the money? The idea flashed across his mind for a moment before he told himself to shut up.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Here. " He got a pen and circled 3.

You took the paper back. "Oooo Post Malone? That would be sick. I actually haven't really listened to your music yet," you mused as you looked at the other two artists he had circled.

Yoongi felt himself relaxing more as you began to talk. "No?" he made a tch sound, "You'll have to listen sometime."

"Oh yeah?” Your eyes flicked back up to him. “Make me a mixtape. Your ‘best of’."

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling like he was in middle school. "You want me to make you a mixtape?"

"Yep." You smiled. "OK. Your meeting with Adora is in fifteen minutes. What do you need?"

He thought for a few seconds. "I just need my laptop and some headphones. You don't need to come, she and I will just be listening to music. If we end up back down here I'll let you know." Yoongi got up to start collecting his things.

"Alright. Sounds good. I'll see you later." You let yourself out and emailed Namjoon Yoongi's choices. You watched as he walked past you to the elevators.

Yoongi tried to make sure he didn't look at you as he walked past. He didn't want to seem like a creep. But last night, the more he thought about what you had told him, the more upset he got about it. While his family wasn't supportive of his goals, theirs was from a place of concern. And they were never violent or even the type to yell.

Yoongi knew there was nothing he could have done. He didn't even live in the same city as you growing up. He didn't know you when you guys were kids. But he found himself wishing he did. That there could have been a way for him to have protected you from that. He sighed, remembering that this morning the first thing he thought about was you, and if you were safe. What was happening to him? He got on the elevator and headed on up to his meeting.

You responded to Jiwoo's email regarding personalized stationery. You had selected your initials with the Genius Lab logo in the bottom. The sample version you designed made you feel proud. You had asked if Yoongi also had stationary and he did not. So you ordered some for him as well.

Before you knew it, your stomach was growling. As though your mind was being read your phone pinged.

J: There's Food trucks out front. Let's goooo!

YN: what kind?

JK: I'm stuck at a shoot, grab me something and bring it to the 11th floor and I'll love you forever

YN: Is this a group chat?

J: welcooooome. Meet me in the lobby!

YN: Ok.

You took the elevator down and saw Jimin’s beautiful blonde locks from across the lobby.

"Happy Friday, gorgeous!" he greeted you. "On Fridays food trucks sometimes park along this street." He explained, gesturing through the glass windows to several food trucks waiting.

"Oh my God. Is that a crepe truck?" you asked.

"Yep. Let's get a few different things and share. V just texted and he's saving us a seat in the cafeteria."

All of a sudden you wanted to cry. You had friends that texted you and wanted to eat with you? This was too good to be true. What was the catch? You found yourself wondering.

"Hey. YN. Are you ok? Here, we can use the company card if you're worried since you just started here." Jimin tried to guess what might be bothering you.

"What?" you asked, confused for a minute. "No. I'm sorry. I'm just so happy you guys included me, I was frozen with happiness."

Jimin laughed. "You are too cute. I don't know why Namjoon thinks you're secretly a dominatrix". He walked over towards the exit.

"Wait what? Your boss called me that?" you chased after him.

Jimin kept laughing "No no. Just how he's glad someone's finally whipping Yoongi into shape. I added the dominatrix part." The two of you lined up for crepes.

You felt a little annoyed. You weren’t making Yoongi do anything. "Pshhh, whatever. I'm just nice to him. I ask him nicely to do things and he does them if he wants to."

"Sure, sure." Jimin teased. "Hey let's split up so we can get food twice as fast."

"Sounds good," you agreed.

You felt your phone vibrate and you took it out.

Y: Hey. Still in the meeting. We won't be breaking for lunch and I don't want you to wait on me. Not that you would. But just in case.

Aww how nice of him.

YN:OK, thanks! Make sure to eat something this afternoon. You didn't eat dinner last night.

Y: k

You ordered several crepes and waited for Jimin to meet you back by the lobby entrance. He had gone to a kimchi truck , ordering many different food items as well. You made your way to the 3rd floor, home to the cafeteria and gym. It seemed so evil to have these two on the same floor you thought.

You guys walked in with Jimin looking around for V. Having found him, the two of you walked over. He already had a sizeable amount of food on the table.

“Hey guys.” He smiled, reaching out to take some of the food from your hands.

“This one is for Yoongi,” You said as you sat down and placed one of the containers next to you, away from the center.

“That’s so sweet of you.” V said.

“It’s nothing. Oh, aren’t you supposed to take food to your other friend?” You asked Jimin who had just returned from grabbing napkins and chopsticks.

“Yeah, he’s still in the shoot. We’ll just take him a few bites from each dish. You haven’t met Jungkook yet have you?”

The three of you started divvying up food onto bowls and plates. “No. I’ve seen pictures of him in magazines and stuff, but I haven’t had the honor yet.”

“He’s a good kid.” V said.

“He’s a grown ass man.” Jimin retorted.

V rolled his eyes. “The point remains. He’s coming to the party on Saturday so I’m sure you’ll meet him then.”

Silence filled the table as you all started to shovel food into your faces.

“So what dorm did they put you in?” Jimin asked through bites of food.

Shit. You did not want to tell them that you were living with Yoongi. For so many reasons. But you didn’t want to lie to your new friends.

“I’m in a private room. I think since Yoongi keeps unconventional hours they wanted me to not bother the other girls.” You said and then stuffed a crepe into your mouth.

“That makes sense. A lot of the models are also in private smaller apartments too since we have to fly in and out of the country at strange hours,” V said. “Jimin and I live across the hall from each other on the 20th floor.”

“That’s how we became such good friends. We kept running into each other on the way to the gym and cafe. It was…” Jimin took a deep breath and dramatically paused, “DESTINY.” He reached out his hand. V laughed and the linked pinkies for a split second.

“Alright, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later Jimin. See you tomorrow Y/N.” Tae said as he gathered up some of this trash and stood up.

“Later.” You waved.

Jimin packed up the rest of the food and some utensils to deliver to JK. “Alright, let’s go deliver some lunches.”

The two of you exited the cafeteria. “Ugh. Why is the gym next to the cafeteria.” You lamented once more.

“I know. In the morning they make bread and it’s all I can smell when I work out. I hate it.” Jimin stepped onto the elevator with you following. “What did you get Yoongi?”

“Kimchi crepe. I had one as well. It was good. If he doesn’t want it, I’ll eat it.”

The elevator arrived at the 11th floor. “Alright babe, see you in a little while.”

“Thanks again for the lunch invite.” You smiled as the doors closed. You sighed and took out your phone.

YN: I grabbed you some food from the food trucks. I’m getting ready to put it in the break room unless you want it somewhere else. I have a 2pm meeting but will be available by text.

You dropped the food off and stopped by your desk. You answered more emails and soon it was almost time to go meet Jimin again. You went back to the apartment and changed into leggings and a tank top. You threw a sweater on over it and headed down to the 6th floor.

The first thing you noticed about the 6th floor looked like a rainbow vomited all over it. The colors were all over the place, you looked around for Jimin and not seeing him you sat down on a large orange sofa under a large graffiti-style painting that said JHOPE FASHION.

You heard the clack of heels a few seconds later.

"Yoongi's assistant! " A voice happily shouted, belonging to the man who had escorted you to your apartment a few nights ago. Today he was dressed in an immaculate pinstripe suit that looked normal, save for the psychedelic dress shirt poking out from under his jacket and the lime green socks you could barely see.

You stood up, "Hey. Nice to see you again."

"I'm so sorry. I forgot your name." He said.

"Ah. Same actually. I'm YN."

" Hoseok. Jimin is running a bit late but he told me you would be stopping by Come along." he quickly turned and headed down the bright hallway.

You followed him down the kaleidoscope-inspired hallway and entered a bright open room. There were several other people in there. The room was lined with mirrors and pedestals. People who you could only assume were models were having alterations done.

You followed Hoseok over to one of the empty pedestals where he stopped to turn and look at you.

"Alright, do you have other clothes? Because I can not see your figure with that sweater on." He got straight to the point.

"Oh. Yes of course." You awkwardly removed your garment. He took the sweater from you and sat it on a small purple chair.

"Stand." He gestured to a small pedestal and offered you his hand

You climbed up on the raised platform while Hoseok studied your body. It felt invasive and awkward, but at the same time, normal because everyone else in the room was having the same thing done. You felt almost like a model for a few seconds.

"Hey girl. You're getting the full JHope experience today I see." You heard a familiar voice. You turned your head and saw Jimin walking over holding some Boba tea.

He handed one to Hoseok. He looked up at you, "Sorry. No drinks near the merch."

"She's not getting the full JHope experience, I would never do that with Yoongi's assistant." Hoseok teased Jimin. You weren't quite sure what he was talking about, but you could take a guess.

He continued his lap around you, eyeing you predatorily. He paused for a moment, staring at your backside more intently.

" Hey, get away from my ass." You scolded. Jimin lost his shit and started cackling.

Suddenly very serious, Hoseok remarked, "I have to figure out which cut of jeans will look the best in that ass so I'm going to look at it. If you want me to style you, you have to be prepared, Y/N."

"Sorry, he's a little intense. But he also just said he's not going to try to sleep with you, so your ass is safe." Jimin said, having regained some of his composure.

You scowled. "Oh yea? Is that what the full experience is?"

"You two need to quiet yourselves." Hoseok was back to looking at you.

You blinked for a second, suddenly putting two and two together.

"You're THE JHope of JHOPE fashion house."

Hosoek’s eyes flicked up to you. "One and the same."

JHope fashion was known for its mixture of traditional clothing with bold and colorful patterns.

"Well then, please sir. Look at my ass." You teased.

To your surprise, he started to laugh and clapped his hands. "You are funny. OK. Step down. You and Soojin are about the same body type. Let me pull her wardrobe and see what we have." He walked back towards a bright green door and disappeared behind it.

Jimin smiled while looking around the room. “So. What do you think?”

“I feel like I’m in a Kdrama to be honest.” You responded. “Small town girl moves to big city. Boy feels bad for her and gives her clothes. Girl begins new life. You know the genre.”

“Haha yeah. Are you from a small town?”

“No. I’m from Busan and I’ve lived in Seoul for the past 7 years.”

Hoseok walked out the door carrying a few clothing items. “Here. I don’t have time to do alterations or anything but take these home and try them on. There are samples of different styles of clothes: jeans, different styles of skirts and dresses, shirts, jackets. For Saturday try on some of the printed dresses. It’s a barbecue restaurant so if you spill sauce you want it to be on a pattern so it blends in better and doesn’t stand out.”

“Ok, thanks.” you stepped down and took the hangers from him. “When should I return these by?”

“These are marked as trash. So if they don’t fit you, you can donate them. If they fit you, keep them.”

“Really?” You asked, still in disbelief. “Like. For free. Just take these?”

“Yep.” Hoeseok said. “Just don’t go around telling everyone in the building. We get a tax write off for defects so we can’t have all of the clothing walking off. This is because Jimin said you’re cool.”

You looked over at Jimin who was blushing slightly. “Thanks Jimin.”

“It’s nothing. Hey, do you have my clothes ready?” He asked, seeming to remember that he also came here for something.

“No. JK’s shoot went over. He’s been working out too much and he busted out of one of his shirts. We had to remake one on the fly and it took my free time. I’ll bring it by tonight.”

Your eyes bugged out slightly and you tried to not imagine the model who you had only seen photos of busting out of a shirt. It didn’t work though.

“You're so lucky.” Jimin pouted.

“I was too busy being annoyed to appreciate his physique.” Hoseok retorted. “Anyways, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you two tomorrow. Now shoo.” He gestured over to the door.

You grabbed your sweater off the chair and headed back towards the elevators with your new stash in tow. Next stop: your closet. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny

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sweethq · 4 years ago

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♡ how you became friends with them // headcanon

𑁍 Characters: Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Kōshi

»»—Trigger warning(s): none—-««

➶ Genre: hmmm fluff?

-ˏˋ A/N: i’m an absolute hoe for all of them, I just had to put them in the same post ˊˎ-

Click here for part 1!

your nephew’s friends were going to the park to play volleyball and he wouldn’t stop begging you to take him

both of his parents were at work, forcing you to keep an eye on the little booger

all you wanted to do was stay home and watch terrible reality shows

but you decided to be nice and grant him his wish

besides, it would be nice to leave the house every once and awhile lol

when you got to the park you saw your nephew’s friends playing volleyball with a guy who was definitely not their age

“do you know that guy?” you ask the young one standing next to you, hoping that the older boy in the distance wasn’t some creep that was preying on children

“yeah, that’s _____’s uncle. he’s really good at volleyball so he likes to come and show off”

what kind of grown ass man would want to show off his skills to a bunch of 9 year olds lmao

you didn’t question it any further and took a seat on a nearby bench while your nephew ran to his friends

after about two minutes of scrolling through your phone, your nephew returns

“tooru wants you to come play volleyball with us”

“did you tell him that i don’t know anything about volleyball?”

“yup. come on, let’s go”

deadass pulls your phone out of your hand, grabs your arm, and drags you over to the group

he was freakishly strong for his age

“hi! i’m tooru, what’s your name?”

“uh, i’m y/n”

“cool! do you want to play volleyball with us?”

“do i have a choice?”

“nope!”

he quickly goes over the gist of the game and shows you how to position your arms for a receive and how to spike the ball

honestly most of it went through one ear and out the other, but you nodded as if you understood everything he was saying

you finally started the mock match, you and tooru on opposing sides

first play into the game, tooru serves it (at like 30% power from his usual serves) and it’s coming straight for you

instead of taking a step backwards so you can receive it, you just stare at it until it hits you dead in the face hAAA

all of the kids started laughing while tooru stood there in shock

who would’ve known this would be the start to an amazing friendship

we all know, math is FREAKING HARD

and the fact that you had to learn about imaginary numbers irked the hell out of you

they don’t even exist, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS

but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it

your teacher could see you visibly struggling with this lesson, even seeing that you nearly failed one of your quizzes

she pulled you to the side after class one day and told it to you straight

“if you don’t get a B on this next test, you’re going to have to retake this class”

“y-you expect me to get a B?!!!?!?!?!?”

yeah the rest of the day you were depressed lol

how in the world were you supposed to magically understand all of the material within the next week?

that’s where smartboi!kuroo comes along

he approaches you during lunch, taking the empty seat in front of you

you just kinda 👁️👄👁️

“hi so i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with our math teacher. i can help you if you want. i don’t know if you know this, but i’m kinda good at math”

he gave you one of his infamous smirks, making you scoff

you had never talked to kuroo before, but he had a reputation around school for being arrogant and cold

“please tell me why i would want help from you?”

“because if you don’t get help then you’re probably going to fail this class and have to retake it, and we both know that’s not what you want.”

you hate that he’s right

“ugh fine”

over the course of that week you and kuroo hung out every day after school

and you found out that he’s nothing like what people say he is, he’s just a big nerd

you start to become fond of him, liking how patient he is with you and how much effort he’s putting into your tutoring sessions

by the end of the week, you’re actually able to call him a friend

and you got a B on the test :p

you were not a morning person

you were the type or person that needed to set 50 alarms in the morning just so you’d wake up for school

unfortunately, sometimes 50 alarms still isn’t enough to keep you from falling back asleep

one morning, you closed your eyes after turning off your alarm, knowing that another one will go off in 10 minutes. I’ll get up then, you tell yourself

what you didn’t know is that the alarm you turned off happened to be the last one

you wandered back to sleep and waited for the alarm that never went off

when you woke up, you checked your phone and saw that you were most definitely running late

you quite literally jumped out of bed and threw on your uniform and shoes before grabbing your backpack and running out the door

you didn’t even bother grabbing something to eat or checking the weather, two things you usually did every morning

you sprinted towards the bus stop, hoping that you didn’t just miss it and have to wait for another

but of course, as you’re approaching, you see the bus depart

and, to make matters even better, it was starting to rain

you made your way to the bus stop, standing under the small roof for shelter from the rain, staring at the bus that was slowly getting smaller

you sigh loudly while taking out your phone, finding the bus schedule only to see that the next one won’t be coming for another 20 minutes

school starts in 15, which is around the same time it would take to run there

but at this point, it wasn’t just raining, it was absolutely downpouring. but what choice did you have?

you prepared yourself to ruin into the rain, but before you could leave the shelter of the roof above you, a cold hand grabbed onto your wrist

you turned around to see sugawara, a boy who was in your third period class

he reached into his backpack and pulled out an umbrella before handing it to you

“here, use this. if you run to school in this weather, you might catch a cold”

“no, that’s okay. if i take this, then you might catch a cold. plus, it’s your umbrella, you should use it”

he laughed before grabbing your hand and placing the umbrella in it

before you could protest, he pulled his hood over his head and ran into the rain

you were dumbfounded, but decided not to waste any more time and make your way to school

you returned his umbrella to him when you saw him in class, and bought him lunch as a thank you

found out that you guys live in the same direction, and decided to walk to and from school together

now you don’t need 50 alarm clocks, knowing that suga will beat ur ass if you’re not ready to leave by the time he gets to your house lol

it was the week before finals, so you were doing the same thing that most students were doing

pulling all nighters at the library and drinking way too much coffee

it was approximately 2:30 in the morning when you were approaching the last class you needed to study for

the problem was, you had left your textbook for that class at home (freaking idiot)

thankfully for you, the library had one in stock that you could borrow for free

you wandered around the building that was surprisingly empty

on most days, every seat would be filled regardless of the time, everyone wanting to cram as much knowledge into their heads before their big exams

you finally found the section you were looking for and started scouting the bookshelves for the textbook you desired

after a solid 10 minutes of grazing through hundreds of books, your eyes finally fall onto the one you’ve been looking for

the only problem was

it was on the top shelf

and you were definitely not tall enough to reach it

but were you going to ask someone to help you get the book like a normal person?

of course not

no, the only logical answer to this problem would to be to climb the bookcase and use the tips of your finger to hopefully bring the book into your grasp

so that’s what you did,,,, kinda

the book was just out of your reach, so you started to swat at it like a cat, hoping the momentum would make your reach a tad longer

and it did!

but instead of you grabbing the book, your arm decided to fling it off the shelf

and right onto the head of a pretty boy who happened to be standing right beneath you

“oh my god are you oka-” *falls off the bookcase*

you were surprisingly able to land on your feet, but you twisted your ankle in the process

“are you okay?” akaashi asked, seeing the pain flash in your eyes

“I should be asking you that, i just dropped my book on your head :(“

akaashi was definitely not planning on spending his friday night in a nurses office with some clumsy person that drops books on people’s heads

and he definitely didn’t appreciate having to be checked for a concussion when he could be using this valuable time for studying

but when he was given the all clear and your ankle was wrapped, you offered him your last onigiri as a peace offering

instantly forgets about the whole incident and becomes a happy puppy

you find out that you guys are studying for the same class so decide to combine your brains and study together

study buddies 4 life!

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miyalove · 4 years ago

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mornings | bokuto koutarou

—pairing: bokuto x gn!reader

—warnings: manga spoilers, swearing, fluffy fluff (literally that’s it), unedited*

—synopsis: 1.9k | waking up at 5 am is not humanly moral in your book, but maybe you can make an exception for when your boyfriend texts in need of some help

—dedication: @kei-kui, & @tobiosmilktea thank you for helping me figure out what bokuto/gym 3 would smell like! you’re answers were heavily appreciated! 🤧✨

[4] UNREAD MESSAGES FROM KOU 🦉💞

[5:01 AM] Hey hey you busy right now? 🤔🤠

[5:01 AM] (Y/n)!! Wake uuuup 😡

[5:01 AM] It pains me to say this but i need your help! It’s important!!!!

[5:02 AM] HELLO? ☹️ Come to my dorm asap!! pretty please 🥺

waking up at 5 am is never an ideal concept. never in your life would you have thought that waking up at the ass crack of dawn was a good idea. whether it be for you, your family, or even your sweet boyfriend…

it just isn’t worth it!

at least that’s what your thinking when you sit up, blinking at the unseen messages on your bright— bright phone screen. you’re grumbling for a while, a whole five minutes to be exact. pouting and muttering curses at your bimbo boyfriend that you love so much because how dare he deprive you of something as sacred as sleep!

he’s so lucky you live less than 10 minutes away from the black jackal dorms because if that wasn’t the case, you would have turned down his request instantly. getting out of your car, you enter the building wanting to get out of the chilly morning air as quick as humanly possible.

you’re wandering the halls in a big sweater (which, more than likely, is bokuto’s) glaring at the carpeted floors as they get lost under your slippers. you’re not dressed in anything special. there’s no fancy underwear, neatly combed hair, or even an ounce of makeup on your face— nope.

if your boyfriend wanted to rip away at your sleep than he must handle you at your most natural state. it’s a punishment, you say to yourself but he’s bokuto, you remind. he’ll probably love you even more…

you roll your eyes at the wholesome thought.

finally, you’ve arrived at your destination. the ugly creme colored door stares back at you almost challengingly, mockingly.

on the other side of this stupid door is your even stupider boyfriend. seriously, i have time to turn back, you think, i could say “oh sorry i was asleep— like every normal human at the time— so i couldn’t come to your room, kou.”

your glaring intensifies at the thought of bailing.

i’m already here… fuck it, i guess.

with a sigh of defeat, you knock on the door once, twice, three times before you’re greeted with the familiar face of your lovely boyfriend.

he’s smiling down at you, pearly whites on full display and his enchanting eyes smile at you too. his mop of hair isn’t slicked up like usual. you can’t but smile at how good the man before you looks with his long hair covering his forehead. it’s a rare sight, when his hair is down, so you take every chance you get to reveal in the moment whenever he’s like this.

but you can’t stray away from your thoughts, just yet. don’t get it twisted, you’re still angry at him, but god, does he look good. his cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and his tan skin glistens with a sheer layer of what you think is sweat.

“i knew you’d make it,” he loudly greets, pumping his chest out in confidence like an owl successfully hunting it’s prey. you can hear the excitement in his tone and it makes you curious as to what is so truly important that he woke you up at this hour.

if only your curiosity beat out your grumpiness, “ugh!” you groan.

“why am i here and what exactly is so important, kou?” you push past him, making a turn straight for his bed. plopping down face first into his thick, comfy sheets.

the scent reminds you of him— musky, smelling of an adventure deep in a mossy forest and the faint scent of air salonpas (essential oils, white flowers, and vapor rub). so many contrasting scents but as cliche as it sounds; it’s comforting. a spicy, woody scent that can only be described as; bokuto koutarou.

with blankets, pillows, sheets and a whole comforter wrapped around you it feels like you’re enveloped in his arms, pressed against his chest. a small smile tugs at your lips, eyes fluttering shut ready to welcome slumber.

you’re so close to sleep.

so close to slipping back into the dark euphoria…

“(y/n)? no! get up! i didn’t call you here to sleep, silly!” you vaguely hear him whine. and your heart skips a little, imagining his pout.

but you were so close!

you sigh a mixture of sleepy disappointment and crabbiness but that doesn’t stop you from sitting up, rubbing your eyes, and turning your attention back to your stupidly adorable lover.

you’re in the middle of a yawn when you grumble out a response, “then why am i here?”

rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, there’s no response. maybe he went to the bathroom? you shift on the bed, fluttering your eyes back open only to be met with two piercing golden eyes meeting your gaze. your heart sputters in your chest.

there’s a soft smile on his face. his eyes blink with an unclear emotion as they stare. if only you could read his mind then you’d have your answers.

bokuto doesn’t move, you’re so adorable! and sometimes he genuinely thinks you think the opposite. how? that’s beyond him.

he can’t help but stare. he’s so stupidly in love with you that you could tell him to jump out of his dorm window right now and he’d do it without hesitation, probably even do a backflip too because anything to impress you, right? so blindly whipped and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not… either way, he’d rather not find out.

snapping out of his trance, his expression changes instantly, “you’re doing this on purpose!” he points an accusing finger in your direction. his eyes are narrowed, brows furrowed, lips tucked into a pout.

you remain in his bed, head tilted to the side clearly confused.

“doing... what on purpose?”

he snaps his head away from you, “you’re just so cute, how can i not get distracted, silly.” he’s talking in pout at this point, words getting mumbled aloud. you can’t see if he’s blushing or not, but knowing him, that’s probably why he turned away from you in the first place.

there’s a silence, now. he can’t help but think he said or did something wrong. panic slowly settles in his chest, weighing him down but then you speak, “koutarou, i love you. i really do, but if you don’t tell me why the hell i came here at 5 am then i’m going to—”

“exercise!” and suddenly, your boyfriend is high in the air, arms out stretched in a cheer. you freeze, visibly stiffening and he just knows that he’s fucked up somehow. you aren’t saying anything. the two of you are just making awkward eye contact, bokuto debates on explaining his thoughts...

you can see the gears turning in his head, mentally you chuckle at your boyfriend’s thinking face. his brows are scrunched and lips are pursed. if this was a children’s cartoon, smoke would probably be coming out of his ears at how hard he’s working his brain.

you decide to give him a break, “exercise for what? like jogging?”

he sighs and across the room you see the tension leave his shoulders.

“no! i’ve forgotten how to jog anyways so that’s out of the picture,�� you cant help but giggle because that was a habit he developed in high school. “forgetting” how to do basic things. it’s nice to know that somethings remain the same despite years passing by. he waves off your giggle though and instantly looks over to gage your reaction. seeing your expression the same as before: confused and tired, he continues, “i just needed motivation to do some dorm exercises!”

golden eyes once again meet yours. his million watt smile rivals the bright aura hinata radiates. you love seeing him so happy, but that doesn’t stop you from probing more, “motivation like how?”

a beat of silence, he walks to the side of his bed standing across from you. his large hand reaches out towards you and he nods reassuringly at your figure. it’s times like these when you silently thank any god that’s out there because this beautiful, beautiful man is yours.

grabbing at his callous hands, he guides you to the floor gently laying you down. your gazes connect for a split second and his eyes glow with admiration, there isn’t a foggy veil that indicates a double meaning with his actions so with that you lie down comfortably still.

you trust him.

but sometimes trust can only go so far without explanation.

it’s when he situates himself on top of you, his hands are on both sides of your head and he hovers a top of your figure for a few seconds. your eyes widen, a pink blush creeping up on your cheeks. your hands swiftly fly up to cover them from embarrassment.

“kou? what— what are you doing?” but the words die on your tongue as quickly as he bends down to come face-to-face with you. his lips merely a few inches away from yours.

“that’s one…” his voice is velvet against your skin, pleasant and soft. he’s so close to you. if he drops down any lower, you’re sure he could hear the rapid beating within your chest.

he doesn’t move for a while, holding his stance quite literally hovering right above your figure. his intense stare doesn’t leave yours and you wish you could hold it but with such a handsome boy staring at you like that it’s kind of really difficult.

you let out a shaky breath, “what are you doing?”

“that’s one, (y/n),” he’s speaking slowly, “that means… one kiss!”

did you just hear that correctly!? your face felt like it was on fire. a blush spreading to your ears that could make a certain middle blocker’s hair jealous. god, did he really just say that? and so confidently too? who was this man? you want to say something but the words choke at your throat, and you’re gapping like a clueless fish.

noticing your shock, bokuto’s fast to speak up. with on brow raised, he’s smirking down at you, “huh? you’re acting like we’ve never kissed before!”

he does have a point. why all of a sudden you’re so flustered about this is beyond you. you’ve both been in a happy relationship for the past nine months and to get flustered over merely kissing was sort of ridiculous on your end.

but you can’t help it, bokuto koutarou is by far the most handsome, genuine, and absolutely adorable man all wrapped up into one big, beefy package. how can you not get flustered whenever this man ask for a kiss?

sighing aloud, you finally get those fleeting thoughts past you. bokuto’s figure is still hovering over you, his arms shake a bit at the plank position he’s stuck in but his smile doesn’t fade. you lean close placing a fleeting kiss on his lips.

giggles are exchanged (but bokuto’s “giggles” usually end up shaking up the whole room. he has a very large flare for the dramatics), small brief glances, and smiles. you’re both having a good time. helping your boyfriend with something as simple as working out never felt so great.

it is at the 78th push-up, at the 78th kiss that you realize… maybe early mornings aren’t all that bad after all.

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calligraphist-artemisia · 4 years ago

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Scattered Blue (Part 1)

Written for the Kidge Spring Event!

Prompt 3: Forget-me-nots | True Love, Memories, Remembrance

Summary: Alternate Universe. From the moment the first blue petal passed her lips, Pidge knew what was happening to her.

Also posted on AO3 under the username Kishirokitsune

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Part One: Pidge

The small blue petal haunted her from the time she woke up to the time she laid her head down to go back to sleep. There was a part of her that desperately wanted to ignore it and what it meant, hoping it would go away if she just wished hard enough for it.

But as with all things in life, wishing did nothing without her also taking action.

Pidge covered her mouth as she coughed hard, feeling something slide up through her throat until it splattered out into her hand. She caught a glimpse of blue as she shoved that hand into her pocket to hide the evidence.

“Is everything okay?” Hunk asked in concern. He and Lance sat across from her at the cafe table they'd snagged for their weekly lunch.

“Everything's great!” she lied with a smile. “How was your flight, Lance? You transported some heavy cargo to the east coast base, right?”

Lance shrugged. “It was just a normal, boring flight. No issues.”

“Which is a good thing,” Hunk said, his tone long-suffering.

Lance agreed with a grumble that spoke strongly of his true feelings. He'd always dreamed of being more than a “simple” cargo pilot, no matter how often Pidge and Hunk tried to remind him that he was the backbone of the Garrison and served a pivotal role in keeping everything running smoothly.

“What about you?” Hunk asked Pidge. “You and Keith have been testing the new jets. That must be fun.”

Pidge's heart fluttered at the mention of Keith's name and she swallowed to try and stop the cough that threatened to overtake her. “Um, y-yeah. Yeah, it's been a ton of fun.”

Hunk and Lance exchanged alarmed looks at her unusually lackluster response and Pidge wanted to swear, but instead, she reached for her water and took several swallows until her throat was clear.

“Keith giving you problems? I could kick his butt for you,” Lance volunteered.

“We're fine, so please don't get yourself suspended trying to fight him,” Pidge said with a roll of her eyes. She set down her drink. “Our test flight went great! We're just waiting for the technical report to come back before we can go up again and there were a few minor tweaks the ground crew wanted to make to improve how responsive the controls are. Shiro's been coaching us through new drills while we wait.”

“Ugh, you're so lucky. You get Shiro as a mentor and you get to test fly the new jets. Can we trade lives for one day?” Lance asked.

“That means you'd have to work with Keith,” Pidge reminded him.

“Good point. I'd much rather trade with Keith and have you as my partner,” Lance said, sitting back in his chair as the waitress arrived with their meals.

Pidge rolled her eyes as he went about his usual routine of flirting with their waitress. She briefly considered apologizing on his behalf but figured it would only encourage him to keep going. At least he wasn't making a complete fool of himself and thus, by extension, of her and Hunk as well.

They didn't do much talking as they enjoyed their food and it was only as they got down to the last few bites and were contemplating dessert that Pidge asked Hunk how he was doing in the engineering department. His eyes lit up as he began describing their experiments with a new lightspeed engine that they hoped would be capable of drastically reducing the amount of time it took to get to the farthest planets in their solar system.

“Pretty soon you and Keith will be preparing to fly one of these! Well, uh, if everything goes the way we hope,” Hunk said, rapidly backpedaling in an attempt to curb his own enthusiasm.

“That sounds incredible, Hunk! You'll have to keep me updated,” Pidge said.

Hunk grinned back at her. “I will.”

In the end, they decided against ordering dessert at the cafe and instead walked a few blocks down to Lance's favorite gelato place where they each got a scoop in a little paper cup so they could walk and eat at the same time.

Every now and then, Pidge had to turn away and cough, though thankfully she didn't end up with any fresh petals. For the rest of the night, she didn't find a single speck of blue when she pulled her hand away and she went to bed with a smile on her face and no worry lingering in her mind.

She danced around her room with a spring in her step when morning came, taking a little extra time on her hair and putting a little bit of color on her eyelids, which she normally saved for special occasions. By some miracle, she didn't drip any of her breakfast onto her uniform and was able to leave the house soon after by catching a ride with her brother, who was also on his way to the Galaxy Garrison.

They split up after he parked in the Garrison's garage, with Matt heading over to the labs where they were analyzing new plugs taken from Saturn's moon, Enceladus, while Pidge went to the gym to meet up with her flight partner and get started on their training for the day.

Keith was already there warming up when she arrived. His black hair was tied back out of his face and he had swapped out of the heavy uniform in favor of a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top.

Pidge caught his attention with a wave before gesturing towards the locker room, silently indicating that she was going to get changed and would be out soon. Once she was dressed in her own gray shorts and Garrison-provided orange shirt she jogged out to Keith, dodging around the others who were taking advantage of the open gym.

“Hey, did you get the itinerary Shiro sent?” Keith asked the moment she was close enough to be heard.

Pidge had to take a moment to think about it. She's woken up to two messages from Shiro that morning – one was a note regarding a slight change in their schedule and the other was a list of what they'd be covering that week. She assumed he was talking about the week-long one. “I glanced it over. It looks like it's mostly what we do every week.”

“Yeah, except for Friday. Do you think I can convince Shiro to give me a pass to skip out on the annual health screening after what they pulled last year?” Keith asked.

“Doubt it, though I bet he'd go with you if you're really worried about it,” Pidge said as dread began to creep in her chest.

At their last screening, the nurse helping Keith found something “odd” in his blood and ordered him into quarantine for two weeks while they tried to puzzle it out. The Garrison medical team ran test after test, asking Keith all kinds of invasive questions, until Shiro, with the help of Commander Iverson, put an end to it all. Keith was let go, but he then had to suffer through several months of resurgent rumors about his parentage and whether or not his abilities were because he wasn't fully human.

Keith was anti-social and a little awkward, which when coupled with his innate sense of how to pilot and the fact that he out-flew even seasoned pilots on the simulator on his first try, led to a number of rumors that one of his parents weren't human or even that Keith himself was born somewhere far beyond their solar system. It was all nonsense, of course.

Pidge had her own reasons for being worried about the screening. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they would find out about her affliction.

Hanahaki.

Just putting a name to it made it feel all the more real and terrifying.

“Hey,” Keith said, nudging her gently. “It'll be alright. I'm really not worried about anything happening again this year. They wouldn't dare.”

Pidge did her best to smile and try to reassure him that she'd also be there to stop them if they tried anything, but the weight of what was happening to her dragged her down, threatening to drown her if she didn't wrestle back control of her emotions. Her breath stuttered in her chest, a cough building even as she cleared her throat to try and chase it off. Her eyes watered.

“Pidge?” Keith's tone turned concerned and he placed one hand on her back to keep her steady.

She couldn't hold it back any longer.

Once her coughing started, it was nearly impossible to stop as something thick and slightly scratched traveled up through her throat, threatening to block her breathing, until it finally began to slide out. Pidge gagged and coughed even harder, forcing a long stem and the accompanying blooms out of her mouth and into her hands.

All she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat. Dark spots danced across her vision and she swayed, nominally aware of Keith holding her up. Pidge closed her eyes.

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She woke in the medical wing.

Or at least, she thought that was where she was at first glance, but closer inspection of the wall next to her and the lack of orange décor told her that she was most likely at the Plaht City Memorial Hospital. Pidge stared at the wall for a moment and then slowly, stiffly turned her head to look around the room, which was when she realized Keith was sitting at her bedside and staring at her with a worried expression on his face.

“Wh... what happened?” Pidge groggily asked.

“You passed out,” Keith told her. “Pidge, why didn't you say anything sooner?”

She looked away from him. “Didn't want to. S'fine, Keith. I can handle it.”

“You can handle it? Pidge, this isn't going to go away on its own!” Keith's voice raised to a near shout. He blanched and ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to calm down. “You... Will you at least tell me who it is? I could go get them and... and then everything would be fine, right? Unless... you've already told them?”

Pidge swallowed thickly and glanced to the bedside table, hoping to see a glass of water there, but there was nothing. “It doesn't matter.”

“Of course it matters!”

“They don't feel the same way,” Pidge said, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don't need to ask them in order to know that.”

Keith growled in frustration and stood up. “I don't buy that for a second! Who wouldn't like you?”

“Keith...”

“Just tell me who it is and I'll go talk to them,” he said fiercely. “Or I'll bring them here, whichever works best for you. Please, Pidge, I just want to help. You're my best friend.”

Her chest clenched painfully at those words and Pidge wondered for a moment if she were about to be launched into another coughing fit, but after a moment or two, the pain subsided to mere discomfort, which allowed her to speak again.

Not that she really wanted to speak, since that meant revealing the truth: she was in love with him.

That was the cause of the Hanahaki Disease. Flowers would take root in the lungs, growing until there was no place left for them to go. The body naturally tried to rid itself of the invasion by coughing them up but there was only so long that could keep the disease at bay before it became too much for the body to handle. Sometimes, the person afflicted could “cure” themselves by falling out of love before the disease progressed too far. Otherwise, there were three ways it could end: in the death of the infected, by surgical removal, or by having their love reciprocated.

The last of those was the best-case scenario – the one that was often used in the plots of movies or cheesy romance novels. Having one's love returned would effectively shrink the flowers until they were gone completely.

Surgery was a more recent option, though one that some still chose to reject even if it meant their death. Choosing to surgically remove the flowers meant also removing any feelings they had for that person and often resulted in the complete loss of memory of them as well. No one could pinpoint why it was like that and all attempts to improve on the surgery fell flat.

Those were the options sitting before Pidge.

She didn't want to die. That much was for certain. There was still so much she wanted to see and do in the world, and though it broke her heart to think of needing to do it all without Keith, her partner, steadfast by her side, she wasn't going to give it all up. Besides, there was still the chance that she wouldn't forget about him. She was too stubborn for that. And if she could remember, maybe they could rebuild their friendship as well.

But what if she didn't remember?

Pidge slowly met his eyes.

He was her best friend too; the first person her own age that she'd ever truly gotten along with and felt comfortable around. Life without him wouldn't be nearly as vibrant. She couldn't lose him.

“Don't leave me,” she begged, her chest constricting as she forced the words out. She tried to sit up, her arms trembling from the effort, but gave up as Keith moved to help her. She shook her head and blinked back tears as she caught a whiff of his cologne, which usually inspired warm and fuzzy feelings, but instead dredged up an intense need to cough.

She swallowed, trying to force it away. She needed to talk first.

“Of course I'm not going to leave,” Keith tried to reassure her.

Pidge shook her head. “If... If I forget you, please don't leave me.”

Keith made a confused sound. “Why would you forget...?”

She could hear the exact moment he put the pieces together. The way his voice cracked was a dead giveaway just before his expression crumbled in distress. She reached out and grasped his hand. “It's okay, Keith. I know.”

He sucked in a shuddering breath. “It's not okay! Pidge, I-”

“You're not allowed to blame yourself,” she cut in. “This isn't your fault. You can't help who you like. Or who you don't like.”

While it wasn't something they'd exclusively talked about, she'd gotten the gist from past conversations that he wasn't someone interested in any kind of romance. He preferred focusing on his career and studies, which was something they'd always had in common right up until she went and fell for him.

She had to look away from him for a moment. “It's just... you're my best friend too and I don't want to forget that, but if I do then I need you to be there and make sure we stick together. I know that's a lot to ask.”

“No, it isn't,” Keith heatedly denied. “Of course I'll stay with you.”

Though Pidge mostly felt relieved by his agreeing to stay with her, there was still that sliver of worry that things could go wrong for them. But what choice did they really have?

She was saved from needing to talk about it more by the arrival of Shiro and her family, who crowded around her bed to ask if she was alright and if there was anything they could do to help. Matt seemed particularly stricken that he hadn't noticed anything wrong when he spent the most time with her, though her mom was a close second.

Once he was sure Pidge would be okay, her dad took charge of the situation and arranged for her surgery to take place that evening by calling on a few favors and using his influence as a Commander at the Galaxy Garrison. It took a little more convincing on Pidge's part, as well as some hefty backup from Shiro, to make an allowance for Keith to stay with her outside of surgery. It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to think about everything else she wanted to say to Keith, just in case she wouldn't get the chance later.

Her family stayed until the last few minutes until Shiro was able to direct them out into the waiting room so she and Keith could have one last moment alone.

And it was in those last few minutes that genuine fear struck Pidge.

She didn't want to forget him.

She didn't want to lose his friendship.

Heavy tears flooded her eyes, dripping down her cheeks without her fully realizing it. She choked back a sob as she looked at Keith. “I-I-...”

She couldn't get the words out.

Keith didn't need her to say anything. He got up so he could sit on the edge of her bed instead, cradling her against him and offering physical comfort. He refused to budge as the anesthesiologist entered and began prepping her arm for the IV which would administer the anesthetic directly into her bloodstream.

“Count backward from one-hundred, dear.”

Pidge tried, but she was still too choked up to speak and had to settle for mouthing it instead. Rather quickly, Keith's soft reassurances faded and she dropped off to sleep.

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There was an annoying beeping sound that cut through her dreams, dragging Pidge back into the realm of consciousness. It was a strange, rhythmic sound – wholly different from the obnoxious screeching of her alarm clock. She groaned as she opened her eyes and had to squint against the sudden, harsh light that reflected off of crisp white sheets and plain white walls. The only spot of color near her was a single stem of purplish flowers that was placed in a water glass on the bedside table.

“Pidge?” an unfamiliar voice called her name, relief present in their tone.

Her head felt heavy as she turned it to face whoever was speaking to her. She figured it was a nurse or something – she had to be in a hospital of some kind – but instead, she found a young man with dark hair sitting in a chair at her bedside.

“You're awake!” he said, a smile blossoming across his face. “How do you feel?”

“M'okay,” she said thickly. She stared at him for a moment and watched as his smile faded. “Sorry, but who are you?”

He reeled back as though he'd been slapped, his expression dropping into something close to pure anguish. “I...” He paused and took a deep breath. “I'm Keith.”

#voltron #kidge #kidgemas #kidge spring event 2021 #fanfiction #hanahaki disease #there will be a part 2

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akakeiiji · 4 years ago

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I would love to see rainy day or lazy day fluff with Bokuto and Iwaizumi! Maybe throw in some cuddles too? Good luck with the new blog! 💖💖💖

These were so much fun to write 🥺🥺 I love Boks and Iwa so much, ugh, I am deceased

✂︎・・・masterlist

-`,✎ Rainy days with Bokuto and Iwaizumi

Bokuto Koutarou

Your alarm had been ringing endlessly for the past 5 minutes but despite its ridiculously annoying chimes, it failed to wake you from your slumber. Not when the you were so at ease, wrapped in an embrace with your boyfriend, limbs intertwined under the confines of your soft covers, its warmth shielding you from the chill brought by the storm. The rain poured relentlessly outside and despite knowing how much of a hassle it would be to brave the weather later on your commute to work, you couldn't help but love the rain and the ambience it always brought.

Bokuto finally stirred and groggily stretched his arm over you to disable the alarm on your phone, which you left on the nightstand by your side of the bed.

Bokuto let his hand drop over your torso, and considered falling back asleep before focusing on your sleeping figure. He couldn't help the small smile from forming on his face as he studied yours, his calloused hand coming up to gently caress the skin on your cheek.

This was one of the rare moments Bokuto could stay completely quiet, content with the silence.

You began to stir and subconsciously leaned into Bokuto's hand, a soft smile gracing your features, and a burst of affection suddenly filled Bokuto, like a little jolt of energy spreading from his chest to the tips of his fingers. He leans in closer to you and begins softly peppering your face with little pecks and kisses.

"It's–time–to–wake–up–!" He said in between kisses, you quickly woke from your stupor and began laughing at your boyfriend's advances.

"Kou–Koutarou!" You exclaimed, still giggling, when you realized that he wasn't planning on stopping. Instead of letting him go on, you grabbed his face in your hands and directed his lips towards your own, which was the only part of your face he didn't seem to cover in kisses.

Bokuto hummed into the kiss and pressed you closer to him, relishing in your embrace, feeling like the luckiest man in the world to be here with you like this.

You pulled away, cheeks dusted in pink, and rest your forehead on his. "Good morning, love."

Iwaizumi Hajime

Sleeping in was rare for Iwaizumi, your unusually diligent boyfriend. He'd always wake up at the same time every morning, without an alarm, go on his usual morning jog and be home with time to spare before waking you up with a cup of coffee and breakfast ready in the kitchen.

But today was different, you didn't wake to the voice of your boyfriend calling you lazy as he brushes the hair out of your face, the smell of fresh coffee was also strangely absent. Instead you awoke to the sounds of soft raindrops pattering on your rooftop and petrichor wafting from your windows. What was most unusual was that you were still securely wrapped in Iwaizumi's arms.

You slowly turned around, careful not to disturb Iwaizumi from his slumber. It was rare to see him sleeping like this, seeing as he always wakes up at ungodly hours, but his serene expression made you wish you could more often.

Sadly for you, he slowly began stirring and before you knew it, familiar green eyes were staring back at you.

He blinked sleepily for a few seconds before slowly coming to his senses. "Were–were you watching me sleep?" He asked through a yawn.

A coy grin spread on your face as you traced patterns on the skin of his arms. "Maybe." Iwaizumi only scoffed half heartedly at you in return, smiling softly nonetheless. "Creep."

He then pulled you closer to his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you once again. He placed a small kiss on your forehead and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “But you’re my creep.”

"Let's just stay here for longer." He said, his words slightly muffled. You placed a kiss on the top of his head, glad that he was taking a well deserved break. "Sure."

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everywhereallofthetime · 3 years ago

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Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

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Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

// * // * //

Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

// * // * //

Part 7

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction

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edwin-payne-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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Hello Logan simp ;P For requests, some logince perhaps?

Black Coffee, Decaf

Ship: Logince, slight background Moxiety

Word count: 2690 (this was supposed to be only around a thousand words what happened)

Warnings: None

Notes: My motivation has been restored out of the pure spite coming from being called a simp. I hope you enjoy

Every single morning just like the last, 5:30 AM sharp was when Logan’s alarm woke him up. He didn’t like getting up so early, he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but he knew he’d be late for work if he didn’t get up. He unceremoniously rolled out of bed, flattening down his messy hair and stretching the fatigue out of his tired limbs. Reaching out a hand he fumbled to take his glasses off of his nightstand, dropping them on the floor in the darkness. He leant down to grab them, grumbling something about the ridiculous waking time and how he needed to switch to contact lenses.

Of course, Logan could have gotten up later and still be relatively on time to work, but he didn’t want to risk it. After all, punctuality was the thing you could count on him for the most.

One of the few reasons he favored getting up early was so that he could stop in at the café down the street from his apartment. Walking in at around 6:45 AM, he was usually on of the first customers among regular insomniacs, college student, and early birds on their way to work. His friend from high school worked there and had wasted no time in acquainting him to all the employees as soon as he stepped foot inside the café for the first time. By his first week living in the city, every barista from the café knew his usual order off by heart, which prompted him to have a sneaking suspicion that his friend had made each of them memorize it.

Logan walked through the doors of the café at his usual time, a sense of familiar comfort washing over him at the scent of freshly baked bread.

As usual, his friend was waiting at the counter for him, and rushed over with a grin on his face as soon as he stepped through the doors “Logan!” Patton yelled, scooping him up into a hug “Hey kiddo! How have you been?” Logan came to the conclusion that Patton must misjudge the height difference between them, as Logan’s feet were no longer touching the floor when he was lifted into the hug.

“I am well Patton” He said, as he struggled wriggle out of the taller man’s grip “Just as I was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that”

Patton let go of Logan “I guess I do ask that a lot, don’t I? Sorry, it just makes me feel so much bread-er knowing that you’re having a good morning” Logan groaned as Patton giggled in delight at his own cleverness. Though even he expressed great distaste at the pun, Logan couldn’t help but smile a little.

Patton wiped his forehead with his hand, smearing some flour into his hairline “I’ve got to run back to the kitchen, so make sure to say goodbye to me when you leave. Oh hey! You should meet the new barista. You’d like him, he has quite an appreciation for poetry”

Logan nods “Oh yeah? How does Virgil feel about this new person?” Virgil was Patton’s partner who also happened to work with Logan, which was probably the reason Patton had recommended applying to the same job in the city. They always got to the café before him, and usually left before Logan could properly wish them good morning. Even so, he knew them very well, and as a fellow regular to the café, he knew they had strong opinions about each barista.

“Oh, they hate him” Patton said with a light, matter-of-factly tone as he turned to walk back to the kitchen, a fond grin plastered across his face.

“And I suppose you haven’t burned my usual order permanently into this new barista’s mind yet?”

Patton turned to smile at him “Nope,” He said, popping the ‘p’ “I’ve spared him for now”

Logan smiled, amused. “Are you still coming to game night tomorrow?” Patton asked, keeping the kitchen door open on his hip and leaning on the doorframe, smiling cheerily.

Logan nods “Yes, our plans remain intact”

“Awesome!” He looked like he was going to say more, but he was cut off by a bang sounding from inside the kitchen. Patton whirled around to see what had happened, then turned to smile sheepishly at Logan “I gotta go sort that out. See ya round Lo!”

Logan waved a polite goodbye as Patton rushed off into the kitchen to sort out the issue, the door swinging closed behind him.

He sighed, walking up to the counter to place his regular order “Medium black coffee, one sugar, decaf please” He said on instinct, not bothering to wait for the barista to greet him.

“Ugh, oh my stars, how can you drink that?” Logan looked up at the barista, his own confused grey eyes meeting the distaste in the other man’s green ones.

“Excuse me?”

“Your order, it’s just…” The man shook his head, a curly piece of auburn hair falling in his eyes “I’m sorry good sir but I cannot make you that drink. It is against my moral compass” He held himself with the poise and confidence of royalty, his shoulders high and tense and his chest puffed out, performative disgust branded across his face.

The barista was handsome to say the least, in a strikingly noticeable way. Long wavy auburn hair was pulled back from his face in a messy bun, a few strands letting loose to brush against his tan skin. Against his green apron, he could see a nametag that read ‘Roman’. Red stars were drawn on around the edges of the nametag, and he had underlined his name three times in a pen of the same hue.

Logan cleared his throat slightly and hesitated, as if waiting for the punchline of a joke that never landed. When no such punchline came, he spoke up “I’m sorry, but… why do you appear to be opposed to my order?”

The man, Roman, shot him a grimace “First of all, it’s 6 AM and you ordered decaf,” he said, listing the offences off while counting them out using his fingers “You’re having a black coffee with one sugar, and you’re clearly too handsome to be ordering something so boring”

Logan didn’t allow himself to blush, though he damn near did. He decided to ignore that comment “Well, I apologize” He said, still baffled by the conversation that was unfolding.

Roman shook his head “No need sunshine, no need. I’ll let it slide this time. I suppose if you could grace me with your presence once more, I could introduce you to the world outside of the bitterness of your order?” He phrased the last sentence like a question, as if asking Logan if he would come back.

Logan nodded “I come here the same time every morning. I assume you should see me again”

Roman clapped his hands together “Wonderful! I look forward to our next encounter. For now, I will need a name for your order”

Logan looked around in confusion “I am the only one in this establishment, why would you need my name?”

Instead of appearing exasperated, a sly, intrigued look passed over the baristas face “Ah, I see. A man of mystery!” Logan opened his mouth to reply but Roman cut him off “No need good sir, I understand your motives. I suppose I will have to earn the privilege to speak your name” Once more Logan was cut off by Roman pressing his drink into his hand, smiling brightly at the other man. Logan nodded his thanks, not bothering to protest the mystery behind his name. He went to reach for his wallet but Roman stopped him “Don’t worry about it specs, this one’s on me”

“Are… are you sure?” Logan asked, becoming more and more confused every minute he spent with the excitable barista.

“Well of course I am. Besides, it’s only customary for a vision like you” Roman said, sending a wink his way.

Logan rolled his eyes but could not hide the slight blush that had made its way onto his face “Right well” Logan cleared his throat “Thank you. I should be going now. Could you tell Patton that I said goodbye?”

Roman nodded and grinned “I’ll see to it that your message is received. I do hope you have a lovely day mystery man. I’ll see you here around this time tomorrow?”

“Right, yes, I suppose I’ll see you then” Logan nodded politely and walked quickly out of the café, quite bewildered by that whole experience. He sighed, surprisingly content even after his confusing interaction with the barista. Looking up at the sky, the sun in his eyes and a song in his mind, he let a good mood take over him. His mood however would soon be deflated, as when he looked down at his watch, he realized. For the first time in two years, Logan Sanders was late to work.

Logan walked into the office far later than he would have liked. Late! How could he have let himself become so distracted?

Virgil was sitting at his desk when he walked in, their feet up on the desk, eyes closed with a lazy smile pressed onto their face “You’re late” They say, as if sensing his presence “For the first time in two whole years, you, Logan, are late”

Logan sighed and leaned against the edge of his desk “There was a… hold up at the café”

“You met the new barista?”

Logan hums in confirmation and Virgil laughs “Yeah, he��s a handful isn’t he? Pat adores him” They said with an eyeroll “I ordered iced coffee with five shots of espresso when I got there, and he looked at me like I was a monster”

Logan scoffed “Anyone in their right mind would assume the worst at the words ‘five shots of espresso’”

“What do you have against it?”

“It’s an abomination unto God” When his response was met with a mere shrug Logan sighed “Now, are you going to get out of my chair?”

The day passed by slowly, seconds creeping steadily into minutes as time seemed to drag its feet to the end of the day. To put things in perspective, Logan worked at a publishing company. Though he had been working there for two years, he saw it as temporary, at least until he had finished writing his own novel that he had been working on for quite some time now. This job was practical, it allowed him to have good connections in the publishing industry, gave him an adequate understanding about what needed to take place in order to publish his own work. Any other day, he was completely focused on his job, so why was he so distracted today? Oh, that’s right. That peculiar barista in the café. He seemed to have chosen to reside in his mind and refused to leave. That was fine, he reasoned with himself, he would just distract himself, was the conclusion he drew. However, by the time he was ready to leave after a day of work, Roman had refused to take leave from his place in the epicenter of each of his thoughts.

He walked home instead of taking the commute and found himself outside of the cheery café that he visited countless times before. He hardly remembered walking here, he hardly remembered why.

It was busy in the café, and the smell of bread no longer held the warm freshness that it had in the morning. Still, it was comfortingly familiar, even with all the noise of strangers talking and moving inside.

He walked over to a table in the corner, away from the hustle. A beam of sunlight streamed through the window, a sign of the dying light customary to the late afternoon. He stared at it, looking away and blinking rapidly as even the evening light was strong enough to hurt his eyes.

He turned his eyes away to look around the café. He doesn’t know what he hoped for, perhaps a familiar face? Patton was probably busy in the kitchen, Virgil had taken the commute home, and Roman… oh what did he care? He was just a guy, just a guy in a coffee shop, who damn near refused to make his order. Roman who he had known for, what? All of forty-five minutes? That counted for nothing.

Logan nearly jumped in shock when someone slid into the seat beside him. He turned to tell him that the seat was taken, or that he would rather sit alone, or… something, but the words died on his tongue at the sight of a familiar face.

“Back so soon specs? You really miss me that much?”

Logan went quiet for a moment “You’ve already called me that”

“Huh?”

“Specs. You used that this morning”

Roman paused, then his face split into a smile and he laughed “Oh, I suppose I did! I’ll have to think of some new material pocket protector”

Logan rolled his eyes in distaste at the nickname, but a small grin worked it’s way onto his face. Roman’s gaze softened “I don’t want to overstep here, but you really should allow yourself to smile more. I do like seeing your smile”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to give me a reason to smile” Logan said, turning his gaze back to the patch of sunlight, as he would rather hurt his eyes than allow Roman to see the blush on his face.

“That sounds like a plan, nerd” There was a moment of silence before Roman tapped his shoulder “Hey, I have something for you”

Logan turned to him as Roman pressed a cold drink into his hands “It’s my off menu specialty, just for you”

Logan hesitated for a moment before bringing the drink up to his lips and taking a sip. Delicious sweetness burst over his tongue. He could taste lemon, ginger, cinnamon among other things. It shouldn’t have worked, but it tasted incredible.

Logan nodded. His face only appeared very mildly impressed, but his eyes gave it away. He was utterly charmed by Roman.

He glanced at his cup, hoping to see the ingredients listed on the side. His eyes widened for a moment, then he laughed “Cliché"

"Bless you"

"No, I mean-," Logan's brow creased in confusion but he smiled, amused "You wrote your telephone number on the side of my cup" He said, turning the cup to show Logan's name in lovely cursive with a phone number written underneath.

"Yes, I did, Captain Obvious" Roman said with an exasperated look.

“Why? You don’t even know me”

“Patton does” Roman said, as if that explained everything. When Logan didn’t respond, Roman sighed “After you came in this morning, Patton asked if we had gotten to know each other. I told him how our interaction was less than ideal mostly due to the fact that you have horrible taste in coffee and that I didn’t even get to learn your name. So, naturally…”

“Patton told you everything he knows about me”

“Patton properly introduced you to me” Roman corrects “And I like you Logan”

Logan decided he loved the way his name sounded in Roman’s voice.

“So… will you call me?”

Logan smiled, standing up and taking another long sip from his heavenly drink “Yes. Yes I believe I will”

“And yet you are leaving” Roman said with a pout.

“I need to go home Roman, and besides, you will see me here tomorrow morning”

“Every morning?”

“Surely you can’t be working a shift at 6 AM every morning”

“If that’s what it takes” Roman said, pressing a hand to his heart.

Logan stifled a laugh with his hand “Goodbye Roman”

“Goodbye Logan”

And with that, Logan stepped out of the café. Breathing in the afternoon air, he began a steady walk home, a soft smile never leaving his face. As the lights started to dim and the sun began to set, Logan thought to himself that he might be making more frequent visits to the small café than he previously thought.

#atlas is typing #logince #romantic logince #logince fic #logince fanfic #logince fanfiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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Trophy Chapter Ten

Masterlist

after the night before you and henry find yourself in a new happy dynamic but stephan is bitter and hurt and luke wants you to bring down your daddy..But can you do it? or have you just had enough?

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Smut, Swearing, Little space?, daddy kink, Oral(Fem)

A/N: REMEMBER Stephan’s identity was revealed last time so for the time being he is James.okay? so I have had to split this chapter up a little so its not as bad as the original draft...But Eleven is well fuck me don't get me started! I hope everything makes sense haha! any way enjoy loveys

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Henry awoke the next morning curled around you, your head on his bicep making it numb but he wasn't going to move it, you looked so comfy smiling in your sleep your soft snores signalling you were still all tuckered out. He smirked then cast his eyes down the length of your bodies...Shit he was still in his shirt and pants from last night...Cock hanging loosely from the open zipper still making him flush a little seeing it just flopped out like that, you were naked covered in the dark silk sheet haphazardly thrown across you covering what needed to be covered. The sight was just another innocently erotic image he would treasure...He really needed to start taking photos.

He groaned rolling to his back careful not to move his arm from underneath you and tucked his cock neatly back into place zipping himself back up he grinned tucking his arm behind his head propping it up looking over to the still messy sybian. Last night was...The best night of his life! far better then what he had imagined and fantasized. He hummed rolling his tongue around behind his teeth closing his eyes he could still see you, glistening dripping in jewels and sweat as you rocked mercilessly on your new toy. It would become an effective punishment and reward he might not have to use the cane much with you a few hours in this thing would correct any misdemeanors in a jiffy. He looked at you again 'beautiful, stunning, mine all mine' he felt giddy at the thought like a small boy and all his Christmases had come at once.

You had made your decision last night it was him you wanted...And boy did you want him he had no doubt that you'd have done anything for him! to fuck you last night, that you wished it had been his cock splitting you open but...You hadn't begged him to fuck you yet, he was petulant in that respect. He wanted you to crave him to crawl and beg on hands and knees for his cock, to cry and pout and scream stomp your little feet and throw a fit! until you got what you wanted. Last night you were close to it he could tell~ so close his guess was by the end of the week he'd have you. He looked down to you curling over kissing your head a few strands of hair moved to your face making you whine and bring up a hand smoothing it back in your sleep and frown, pink lips drawing into a cute pout and rolled over flat on your back head tucking into your shoulder lolling off his arm.

He smiled as moving a hand pulled the sheet revealing a nipple that had began to pucker and peek out. Tempting him. He smirked moving a hand ghosting his fingers over the taught bud then down peeling back the sheet biting his lip staring as he ran the tip of his fingers around your breast stopping when you sighed in your sleep arching up to the tickling feeling slow drags on the underside of the breast. He chuckled then flicked at it at the now pebbled nipple slowly getting an idea without much of a thought he slowly pulled the soft cool sheet away relishing in the way you shivered goose bumps rising across your skin in one slow full body shiver. You let out a breathy whine moving a hand searching for the sheet in your sleep then bent your splayed legs before bringing your knees closer and settling again. Henry licked his lips locking in on his target, the smooth mound tucked almost innocently between a set of soft pudgy thighs. He moved siting up undoing the buttons on his shirt in a controlled hurried manner and slipped it of. He wasn't that vain but he knew you liked his topless your eyes lit up at his maintained physique. He twisted down to all fours like a predator crawling around you eyeing his prize and settled slowly between your knees running a fingertip along the sensitive flesh coaxing you to open your knees wider you did trying to shake off the tickles and he shuffled up looking making sure you don't ruin his little treat, this was a reward he wants to start your knew life of right! and what better way then to wake you up by feasting on your soft juicy cunt!

You whimpered quietly when he moved his arms looped below your thighs wrapping over the top and held you open his palms were hot against your cool soft skin and he held them high so his fingers could still be used later on for...Reasons. He took a deep breath breathing in the scent of your still messy pussy and place a sloppy open mouthed kiss on the top just above your hooded clit, twisting his face pressing harder mimicking the rough needy kisses he used to take your breath away. You moaned breathing hitching and arching slightly in your sleep softly grinding towards his mouth, your body knowing you were being ravished by your man, falling prey to his lust once again with out any conscious thoughts. He angling his head keeping a close eye on you and poked his tongue out tasting your arousal properly sliding down using his tongue to spread your labia lapping slowly at the hidden pearl that was quickly revealing itself front its little hood.

You whined and bucked cutely into him again panting soft moans and soundless whines escaping you as your arousal began wetting his chin as he drank you in slurping lewdly at your cunt making sure to rub his chin on your weeping opening growling and grunting as he feasted wetting his face on you being sure to flick and tease the small bud nipping and suckling.

"Ah! Daddy!hmmm~" he froze his heart almost burst him! You knew it was him you were dreaming of him! you were coming to but that didn't matter now he had started and he would bloody well finish his snack whether your awake of not! With that thought he then drove his tongue up into the wet creamy channel moaning up into your tiny heat as he tasted you once again a sweet yet musky taste he would never grow bored of he flicked his tongue using the tip to massage your opening quickly.

It was then your woke gasping and moaning at the hot penetration. Eyes wide you reared up spreading your legs wide bringing them up trying to dislodge whatever was flicking up into you, curling over hands gripping his hair in two tight fists and pulled at him trying to get him away yet your hips rocked on instinct, as if you already knew who is was! who your body belonged to even in slumber!.

"OH MY GOD-ahah fu-fuck daddy? what are ugh!" you cried out as he moved faster giving your opening quick and precise kitten licks over the muscle pressing as firm as he could with the flat of his tongue letting the tip pass the thick quivering muscle to tease your inner walls with each drag of his tongue. It was incredible you'd never paid much notice to how sensitive your actual opening itself was but fuck me! it was a glorious feeling. He was quick you tilt his head nudging your clit harshly with his nose then moved up to latch onto the little button sucking it back between his teeth guiding his hands to your core pulling apart your lips holding you open on display. you whined when you were pulled apart the cool air creeping across the drenched folds. It was when he pulled back no longer warming you with his breath, you moved to cover your self he captured your fingers in his mouth biting them growling in warning.

"No Daddy please I'm messy a-and sore!" he released your hand leaving marks from his reprimanding bite.

"Good then Daddy has done his job! now little girl flick your clit for daddy as he devours you~ I want you to cum in my mouth" you faltered shivering and blushing feeling embarrassed.

"D-daddy? I don't think I can...I've never done that in front of anyone-" he chuckled dipping his tongue inside you for a second shutting you up with your own surprised squeak.

"Its that or I'm making you hold yourself open and you'll cum from pussy spankings with Daddy's strap! You chose princess" you gasped feeling another stream of your hot arousal trickle from You at the mention of being strapped across your vulnerable clit. What was wrong with you? Why did that sound fun?

"Come on princess daddy is waiting~ now what will it be?" you hesitantly moved your bitten hand slowly to your open pussy. Resting your fingertips on you clit and rolled in small c motions he watched blowing out cool air onto your wide open twitching cunt.

"That’s it~ go on tickle your little bud daddy wants to taste his little one~ wants his breakfast nice and early~" you flushed darker gasping when he pressed a kiss on your working fingers making you press harder on your erect bud. He moved closer smirking and hummed giving your opening another open mouthed kiss swirling his tongue around your hole then widened his tongue again licking and twisting it inside you making your body shudder and try to grind on him.

Your fingers moved pinching and rolling your bud making you twitch around his tongue trying to close your legs around him humping his face loosing yourself but his hands held fast still spreading your lips over his mouth as he dived in deeper playing with you. you tensed toes curling and grinded on your hand moving your fingers fast trying to chase a fast wave of pleasure.

"DAD-DADDY FUCK YESyesyesyesyes please please can I? I want please?!PLEASE MAKE ME CUM AGAIN DADDAUGH!" his reply was to drag his sharp teeth over your contracting opening sparking a frenzy of pulses across the muscles. The pleasure shot to your clit still being massaged by your own fingers allbeit stuttering but still adding building to an impossible high. You held your breath pushing back with your feet pressing into the mattress arching as you cried out in exctasy gyrating your hips on his face as you came loud and proud.

"DADDY?! DADD-OH OH FUCK FUCK NOO ITS-" you shuddered feeling yourself melt into his mouth making him hum and growl drinking you in like you was the fountain of youth, greedily trying to take as much of you in as possible. You heaved deep breaths as he pulled away shuffling up his chest flush against your sopping cunt and moving his hands to rest on your stomach one grasping your wrist tugging your hand to his mouth and suckling the last of your arousal off of your fingers smirking as you went all shy and pulled trying to get him to release you.

"Daaaaadddyyy! nooo stop its embarassing-"

"It's delicious! I told you baby doll I'd have you for breakfast everyday if I could~" he smiled releasing your hand with a parting kiss to the tip of your finger then laid his chin on your pelvis giving a soft kiss to the warm skin. He tilted his head to the side taking a moment to stare up as you he was content and so were you it seemed everything was looking up. You sighed slowly moving your fingers through Henry's hair twirling the dark curls and a flush crept up your chest settling at your cheeks making you go pink...He was staring, his serene blues taking you in, watching you almost in a daze, like he couldn't believe you where there and happy...Were you happy? You wasn't sure things had moved fast...You felt giddy but that could just be the afterglow of insane sex and a wake up to remember...But you felt calm and relaxed for the first time completely unafraid of this incredibly cunning and dangerous man...you giggled at him cutely raking your fingers through the perfectly messy hair, you supposed you were happy...happy and small and it was a nice change after all these months. You'd made him happy, which and in turn made you happy...maybe staying here wasn't going to be so bad.

"Good morning daddy" he grinned placing a kiss on your tummy again crawling higher littering kisses across stomach, moving to your sides making you giggle and squirm as he blew raspberries on your ribs before placing two sweet kisses on your nipple before sucking harshly making you grunt and arch you gripped his hair and tugged pulling him off the dark bud. When he looked up he frowned and growled opening his mouth to scold you but you had other ideas, leaning down and yanking him closer by his hair he grunted in slight pain but chuckled when he felt you kissing at him desperately, your small once timid tongue now darting around his mouth sweetly exploring your newly claimed territory. He groaned when you wrapped the dexterous muscle around his almost pumping his thick tongue like you had his cock only a few hours ago you closed your eyes tasting yourself still on his tongue.

Something a few short weeks ago would have found disgusted you was now the most erotic-well second most erotic thing you'd ever tasted, the first was the man himself! His own musky clean taste of his velvet skin and the salty cum you had be rewarded with for your efforts. You moaned into him before pulling back slowly, he moved tipping his head forward to yours smiling looking you straight in the eye as your hands fell to his broad shoulders.

"It is a good morning isn't it little one?" You giggled again then cringed looking down his chest and abdomen were smothered in your arousal from his climb across you and now smeared across your front.looked to the sybian and winced it was still there and messy from last night.Henry followed your gaze and tutted placing a finger below your chin making to look back to him.

"Now now princess that was a treat~ you don't get to go on your horsey unless daddy says and I think you were spoilt enough last night...now come on little one time for a shower you’ve gotten us all sticky~" you flushed stammering as he sat up wanting to argue with him but settled for pouting instead as he slipped off the bed and dragged you up behind him carrying you to the bath room with a noticeable spring in his step the man was elated and to be quite frank so was you.

"Come on...come on fucking pick up!" Stephan was hissing trying to keep his balance which was hard when his eyes were blackened his view of the world two slits he was teetering on his good leg he was surprised he was still standing...albeit on one leg but he was here still despite the swollen battered state he was in he was more determined then ever to get this son of a bitch behind bars...and you if it came down to it! He no longer cared for your involvement you'd shagged that cunt! Betrayed him ignored his bravery and the escape he offered, that he put his job his fucking life on the line for! But you’d rather go home with that monster and fuck him? Oh no that wasn't going to slide. He was gunning for the both of you now.

He wobbled grunting through his teeth and dialed the number again his body trembling the adrenaline he was running on was wearing thin soon the pain would really hit and he will fucking pass out. The black eyes and broken nose was tolerable the wrist was pushing it but his broken knee? It was the worst pain he'd had in a long time such a fucking awkward place to get a hit. It swollen but constrained by his trousers unable to bend or straighten it holding it at an odd angle that throbbed he needed it sorted. They had graciously allowed him to keep his phone everything was wiped sim card out and the sd card but he was an agent he phoned 911 again dialing his agency's extension number.

"Joel! Joel don't hang up its me!"

"Fucking hell James? Where the fuck you been? Been looking everywhere for you! Just fucking dropped off the map!" He sighed taking deep breaths trying to breath through the pain quickly flooding his system.

"Joel I'm I need help I’m fucked! But we got him! I can bring him in racketeering! Assault!" Joel had to slow him down unable to make heads or tails of James’s mutterings

"Whoa whoa what are you on about! Bring in who?" James growled down the phone getting frustrated with his superior

"Fucking Cavill! Cavill Joel! He fucking tried to have me off'd"

"And you got away? how!? Fuck hang on you hurt?" James started heaving as the pain began catching up with him he spat up blood and bile.

"No no I'm sweet as a nut...OF COURSE I'M FUCKING HURT!!" he heaved again pulling the phone away and began throwing up mostly blood again he spat a few times bringing the phone back to his ear and continued.

"I look I'm at the fields come get me! Hurry I'm gonna pass out I don't wanna be out cold if they come back" Joel swore knowing exactly where to go the wide stretches of farmland on the out skirts of the city along the motor way...Bodies popped up there occasionally people who falling victim to Henry's displeasure.

"Right hang on tight! I'm on my way!" Joel hung up and James could breath easier they were coming for him, he crumpled to the floor landing at and odd angle due to his knee he swore and screamed as his broken wrist took the brunt of the fall.

James wasn't waiting long maybe twenty minuets or so they must have had and escort and blue lighted it. Joel got out with another one of the team a medic.

"Fucking Christ James! How the fuck you get away like that?" James shook his head groaning as he had sets of hands moving to help him to the car."Didn't...He released me! It was a test Joel a fucking test not for me!" Joel frowned not following to all intents and purposes James shouldn't be breathing.

"Then who? Who's case is he on now?" Joel quickly helped James and the medic into the back of the car then took to the drivers seat and began moving the car to the slip road for the motorway they had to be out of here fast.

James hissed and groaned as the medic began dressing his wounds as best as she could apologizing as he grunted and hissed at her. Joel was quick to gun it down the motorway aiming to get to HQ as soon as he could the medi bay are waiting on them.

"Y/n! Fucking shes fucking! I don't know the details but last night was a test she passed and I was let go..From what I can tell if she had refused him last night you'd have found me in pieces!" The medic was quick to get morphine into him as they began moving in to the city.

"Y/n? the cute cafe worker? but you said she didn't know anything?" James grunted and roared as his wrist was twisted back into a natural position with a definitive crack.

"She fucking didn't! She-there was nothing there! He kidnapped her a few months ago I fucking told you! I told you but you didn't! ugh fucking watch it! My legs fucked to if you didn't fucking notice!" he dragged his good hand through his hair laying back across the seat huffing focusing on his breathing as the woman apologized.

"Funny you should mention her...You were right shes not in the UK not been on any flights had the metropolitan police check the forwarding address and job... shes not there a false paper trail but it was a good one he hired some fucking look alike to trapse around as her for a month or so to throw people off" James grunted swallowing some water frown a water bottle before growling out a reply.

"I fucking told you! I saw her weeks ago and yesterday-" Joel’s head snapped back at him wide eyed

"Yesterday where? We haven't had a trace! What the fuck did you do?!"

"I went after him! I tried to rescue her did a whole fucking love triangle thing in his restaurant in his hotel ....Gave her a chance to run she didn't take it!" Joel slammed the breaks causing James to curse at him but Joel ignored his bitching turning around fully.

"You went after Cavill? Are you fucking mad! James what the fuck?!" James raged at his handler as he almost rolled off the seat to the foot well he growled and let loose screaming at the other man.

"I FUCKING LOVED HER! SHE WAS-WE I COULD HAVE HAD A FUTURE! A WIFE KIDS THE FUCKING LOT WITH THAT WOMAN! AND HE TOOK HER! NO ONE WOULD HELP I HAD TO DO SOMETHING...I love her...Fucking....Love and she-she chose him! She chose to stay with that murdering piece of shit Joel!" What started as vengeful rant ended in pitiful gut wrenching sobs of a broken agent. Joel watched taking deep breaths and pulled the car away again giving James time to collect himself he took some deep breaths before asking the question hanging in the air between them.

"Is she with him?" James shook his head grunting low in his chest.

"Not like that! He kidnapped her! He has something over her...She can't...She can't love him she must be to frightened... You should have got her out!" Joel was flooded with guilt, James was right they should have at least looked into it, he dreaded to think what the girl has seen... what she has had to do to save her own skin.

"I'm sorry James but we couldn't risk a whole operation on going in and getting her at that point" James yelled out through a sob still lost in his despair.

"And what makes her so special to you now?!" Joel looked to the broken agent with a heavy sigh he began explaining what the result of there year long sting was.

"...He's clean James...Fucking clean as a whistle...FBI CIA MI5 and 6 and no one not one of us has a damn thing! There is nothing on him... No bullshit! No games he does everything out in the open yet so well hidden! Its like nothing we've seen. His legit businesses are covering his other shit easily....He is just making to much money we can't track it all! He should have been a politician...Fuck we found ties to the fucking white house and congress James...Tax returns are immaculate, no parking offenses, no scams or fuckups anywhere!...When I tell you this kidnapping and your assault are the only routes we got I mean they are the only things we got! Until someone else talks..."

"Thought you weren't gonna bother down that road" Joel pulled up to HQ heading for the underground parking lot he frowned looking at James through the rearview mirror.

"What? What do you mean? I thought it was you!?" James frowned what was he missing? He voiced his confusion.

"Me what? Whats happened?" Joel parked up and turned the car off then spun in his seat facing the bruised man.

"Some...Footage was delivered...It's from inside Fletchers cafe Grainy and old camera but its her being kidnapped after closeing up...Someone in the local force is under Cavill's thumb. Dumbass's didn't even look! But my guess is that if it wasn't you who handed it in then Fletcher has had enough of playing puppet... We tried talking already but he is being watched... Closely something's happening and I don't know what James what have you got for us any way? you said you could pull him in?" James growled and motioned to himself

"What have I got? You fucking-THIS YOU CUNT LOOK AT ME!! Fucking hell more morphine! That ain't touching shit!...Look I haven't got no names but it was obvious his men referred to Henry calling him boss and his new toy which I'm assuming is y/n..Well not toy said shes the queen of his sordid empire now the Jewel in his crown!" Joel wasn't put off by the outburst but he sensed James' hostility to y/n he loved the woman and hated her...Joel could understand in a way he spoke trying to calm the injured agent down.

"Fuck alright alright Jesus!...You have your badge and gun yesterday?"

"No I fucking didn't I'd have shot that cunt between his smug little beady fucking eyes!" Joel sighed at the vicious growl .Right.

"Fuck sake James sit still! Look you can take him on as a civilian but you have to stick to your cover stay as Stephan for the case...Have to cover the agent shit we do this in court, No CIA bullshit if it fails and we are tied to it we would be fucked, everything we have ever had on Cavill could go up in smoke! Double jeopardy and all that" James sighed searching Joel's eyes following what he was getting at.

"So get him on this and the kidnapping then once he's inside -" Joel smiled nodding

"Once he's inside dismantle his empire build up a case...With him gone we could do plea deals with his associates and bring another case to keep him there! But we need you to bring the case and get the girl to testify! We need her account of things to put him down!" James nodded he would think of something...He had to the whole case rested on it...And if you don't testify then he’d just have to make you out as his queen his accomplice you'd just have to fall with the mighty kingpin.

"Stephan, do you want to press charges on one Mr Henry Cavill for kidnap with intent to harm, assault and grievous bodily harm"

"Fucking yes....Whats an agent gotta do to get more morphine round here? Fucking die Jeesh!" Joel smiled yeah he’d be okay a few days rest and he’d be kicking ass again. Joel nodded to the medics on Stand by to sort James out as he moved from the car going upstairs to handle the arrest warrant.

You giggled rolling around on the floor in the living room with Kal, your short blue pleated skirt flicking to and fro as Kal shook the other end of the rope with all his might making your body jolt with his tugs. Today has been different, incredible you had a new view on this relationship..last night was...It was fucking amazing and not just the sex! going out and being treated like a queen. After this morning you had decided to try and indulge him a little more with his kink? fetish? whatever it was called you found it surprisingly easy and felt better for it! You felt...Different playful and free and small? like a cheerful little girl much like this morning but it wasn't an afterglow as you first thought you were just happy with him today like everything has clicked into place and he just...he made more sense!

"Kal! Gimme its my toy~!" The Akita didn't ducking lower and tugged bouncing back onto his hind legs growling playfully. You moved to kneel and pulled back tugging the loop at the end of the rope out of breath from playing tug with the strong bear.

Henry sat on the sofa watching, this was the life he'd wanted. Taking care of business on his laptop as his little baby girl had the time of her life playing with Kal. He smirked as your skirt flipped up again when Kal gave a particularly rough pull dragging you off your knees to lay back on your tummy. Henry groaned as he got a clear view of your perfect ass as the small skirt swished back and forth with your and Kal's game. Everyone was in a good mood its as if yesterday truly was the definitive moment for you both, you were content and happy just going along with him as any good little girl would. You giggled and rolled to your back both hands still on the rope as Kal tugged you across the living room. He could sit here and watch you playing with Kal forever but he had to bring the game to a stop, kal was getting more excited and it was going to end in tears.

"Little one, that's enough let Kal have his toy" you turned and pouted.

"But were playing!" Henry raised a brow

"Not anymore, let go... You have to let him have it occasionally" you pouted sitting back on your bottom letting Kal run off with the rope you frowned as Kal came back to the door tapping his feet prancing around showing off then ran away again parading his trophy through out the house.

"Good girl come sit over here with daddy for a while-" you flopped back down on the carpet puffing your cheeks Henry sighed watching you huff and puff sulking. He held his tongue you were falling into your little sub space again...which was good he was glad today was just going perfectly you'd seemed to be enjoying yourself he just didn't realize you'd be such a cheeky little madam. "Daddy...Daddy I'm bored!" Henry tilted his head giving a bored look he didn't really want to punish you for being in a sub space but..he wasn't putting up with a spoilt little brat he sighed when you stretched out on the floor kicking your feet a little showing your bare pussy as you had your first little paddy. It was cute...Tempting and adorable but he had to make things clear.

"Well you can go play in your playroom, I just don't want you to get hurt..Kal was getting to excited-" you interrupted him in a petulant whine.

"You just don't want me and Kal to have fun! god sake I've got fuck all to do Henry!" Henry snapped his gaze up at you was that little space? or something else? he huffed placing his laptop on the sofa beside him and pointed to the floor before him and called you over you froze for a second getting and uneasy feeling through all the... Playfulness receding as you looked at Henry seeing a dark fierce look brewing in his eyes. You twitched under the unwavering gaze boring into you burning. you panicked and moved kneeling up covering your ass instinctively.

"D-daddy I'm sorry I'll be good!"

"Come here pet...I just want to talk promise" you eyed him cautiously and bite your lip at him before asking in a quiet voice

"I-please? No spanking?" he chuckled shaking his head softening his face.

"Not yet no, please come here baby we need to have a chat that's all" you contemplated and decided to trust him rolling over and crawled over to him sitting before him leant forward and hoisted you up to his lap you squeaked as he sat you on his knee and bounced it lightly.

"Now little one I know your in your little sub space and its all new and exciting, you might not know how to handle it but that doesn't mean you get to misbehave! I don't want you to start being naughty-"

"I'm not in sub space...I'm just happy! and wasn't being naughty!" he shushed you

"Ah ah! Daddy want finished you are in subspace and your pushing me..Its normal but you can only push daddy so far now go and get some of your colors from your play room and you can sit here and color while daddy does his work"

"No! I don't want to color!!" Henry was quick to grip your chin making you look at him settling you with a stern look.

"Enough do as your told...Start acting up and you wont be bored you'll be a sorry sore little girl!" you gulped and looked down your playful mood gone now and you felt normal nodded and he released you motioning for you to get up and get your pencils from your play room

"Now go get your colors and some paper" you looked down sulking at him

"I don't want to color"

"Then get a book or something else to do while daddy finishes his work...And put that bottom lip away before daddy gets your bottom out for a little one on one session" you heaved a sigh and got up walking to the play room routing through your things for something to do settling on re-watching Seven Brides For Seven Brothers it might cheer you up to sing along.

You smiled clutching the dvd and made your way back to the living room but froze when there was a loud knock at the front door and the shouts of 'police open up!' you yelped jumping back in fight and shivered unsure what to do as Henry came out of the living room holding up his hand trying to calm you. You looked from him to the door the you’d banging was frightening, like they didn't want you to open the door they wanted to know it off its hinges! you whined taking a step back never been in a situation like this before. Henry caught your attention making his way swiftly over to you.

"Baby girl go to your play room...Daddy?..Has to go out for a little bit" you quivered as the shouts got louder from outside you moved back a few more steps frightened looking to the door shaking your head.

"No- that’s the police I-whats going on? are they coming to get you? a-are you being arrested" Henry sighed reaching you kissing your head trying to reassure you rubbing your arms lightly he tucked you into a hug comforting you.

"No..No baby...Baby look at me...It's okay everything will be fine Daddy is just going to answer some questions and he will be back tonight...Please just do as your told okay?" you nodded leaning up on your tip toe kissing him as Luke opened the door letting the police into the house. Henry gave a reassuring pat on your back.

"Go...Everything will be fine just go to your play room... watch your films and I will be back before you know it...Take Kal with you to snuggle" Henry pushed you back down to your play room as the officers came up to him. You moved slowly down the hall turning placing one hand on the wall watching as they began sneering at him.

"Cavill your coming with us!"

"why?" the tallest officer sneered at him standing threateningly over him even though Henry was slightly shorter he was broader he didn't flinch or bat an eye at the puffed up police officer

"An interview there have been accusations" Henry nodded tilting his head

"And? do I get to hear what I'm being accused of?"

"You'll find out when we get there!" they grabbed Henry spinning him harshly making him grunt as they cuffed him tighter then necessary. Henry nodded sending you a cheeky wink before being dragged out of the house Luke slammed the door shut shaking the walls with the force and you stayed still shaking and blinking suddenly very frightened to be in this house without him...And you had a right to be with the way Luke was smirking at you.

Luke hid his smile as Henry was piled into the back of a police car in cuffs was this it? was this the mans fall? he flicked his eyes to the you cowering standing in the hall. Maybe...Just maybe he could set you up get her to talk ,you was going to be Henry's undoing he knew that. Fuck everyone knew that! Henry was loosing it big time to wrapped up in your sweet little cunt! he only hoped it was worth it. Luke bit his lip shutting the door as the police drove off with the bastard.

This was Luke's out, you was Luke's out and he would be damned if he was going to let this opportunity pass him by. He turned to you and grinned seeing you shaking leaning on the wall completely freaked out.

"He will be fine princess he has bail money" you took unsteady steps out to the foyer again drifting around the corner to rest near a small table by the wall. you gulped trying to calm down before speaking

"B-but was that...they didn't read him his rights does that mean?.." Luke smiled nodding before slowly crossing the large foyer in slow deliberate steps.

"He isn't arrested yet...Just an interview they think they have something...You know with the CIA on him they might...." you gulped and leaned on the wall moving a shaking palm to your hair smoothing it back. Could they? Did they have something?

"Luke..Do you-do you think that he? that this is it?" Luke shrugged slapping his arms back at his sides

"Who knows but FBI CIA even the British lot are on his case and those officers were very cocky...Much cockier then last time I think what ever is happening is big" you panicked whining waving a hand around frantically want answers

"But could he be going inside!?" Luke rolled his eyes at you then fixed you with a snarl

"Heh lets put it this way little one the police don't just come barging into the kings castle and drag him off for nothing" you frowned worrying about what this could mean for you.

"Wh-what should I do? I don't know if- I mean where?" Luke smiled at the panic in your eyes, the small voice you were scared. Good if you thought Henry was going inside there more chance of you throwing him under the bus, Luke planned his next words carefully he needed to fan the flames so to speak. Needs to light a fire under your ass.

"Well you've got a choice abandon ship or go down with the rest of us.."

"What why would I? I haven't done anything" Luke laughed out loud the sound echoing off the huge space mocking you in waves.

"Really? you can't be that naive? your his queen, his lover, your his woman! as far as they are concerned your and accomplice complacent in the shit he has been doing since you got here!"

"What but I'm-I'm not his lover!" Luke mocked you again with a laugh this time louder and more resonating making your heart clench dreadfully tight you felt sick as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

"So you haven't been having sex with him? I didn't catch him eating you out in the kitchen? or you tossing him off the other week in the living room? You didn't sleep with him last night? I hate to tell you this princess but we know, we all know about your fucking BDSM daddy kink! its some fucked up shit! we hear you. I mean what ever floats your boat.. your not exactly quiet~ quite a screamer actually.." Luke smiled seeing you fall for his taunts like he knew you would and held his breath going in for the final blow

"Every one knows your with him even Stephan now knows to"

"What because I chose Henry-" Luke sighed cutting you off with a sly smile

"No because he knows you fucked him last night"

"Stephan what? how did he find-what he got to do?-Oh my god its him isn't it? he has- did Henry do something? or you? what did you do?!" Luke shrugged

"Nothing much we left him alive...Last night was your test...You made Henry happy and we released Stephan he was a little worse for wear but he will live...You know he was devastated when he found out...He thought you were being raped! imagine his face when he was told that it wasn't rape that you wanted Henry and had been fucking him for weeks!...That you chose to fuck your kidnapper rather then get away from him!" you slid down the wall to the floor shocked how did this turn round so fast?! you tried blocking out Luke comments but he just continued to talk he wouldn't shut up.

"He was angry when we let him go...Bitter I think would be the better word..Can't really blame him he loves you...or loved not to sure any more don't think he wants Henry's sloppy seconds if you get my drift, he is gunning for Henry now got a fucked up idea that Henry fucked his bird, but we both know that's not true...Your Henry's now you caved just like everyone around him. I'm leaving in two hours if your coming with me be in the garage waiting..." you looked up at him from the floor tears flooding your eyes making everything blurry you sniffed wiping your nose with the sleeve of Henry's sweater you wore breathing in his calming scent.

"Wh-what do you mean come with y-you what could I possibly do?" Luke smiled cruelly as his plan came together.

"Like I said save yourself or fall with us...One statement is all it would take, one statement on what happened" you frowned at him trying to figure out what he meant.

"What? about last night or.." Luke smiled letting your word hang in the air for a second taking a few steps toward you and laid a hand on your shoulder.

"Anything you think they need to know anything you want to tell them~ if your giving a statement be in the garage when I leave and put on some fucking underwear! don't need your bits out! if not I don't want to hear a peep understand this is adult shit and I don't need a little sex kitten making things worse!" you took a deep breath as Luke moved out of the foyer to the office.

You stayed there for a few seconds before tearing up the stairs to your and Henry's bedroom bawling your eyes out. once there you through yourself on the bed head first sobbing your heart out into the messy covers. Your heart was torn you wanted him here! you wanted Henry and you couldn't understand why the thought of him not being here hurt so bad...You were scared Luke's words haunted and frightened you, if you told the police Henry would be in trouble and would kill you...Would he kill you? you wanted to think he wouldn't but there was doubts...But if you didn't and they found out? would you go to prison yourself, would they say you were apart of it? you cried louder into the covers getting yourself into a state and that was how Kal found you he jumped up on the bed beside you resting his heavy head on your back sighing. You turned your face to the side tears still streaming.

"K-Kal? what do I do?" you moved curling into the huge mass of fur tucking your face into his neck. He didn't seem to mind you crying and snotting all over him he laid there guarding you wanting to snuggle and make you feel better.

What were you supposed to do? should you help him? give a statement to the police bullshit about a love triangle? about an ex who wont let you go?...Even if you thought of a somewhat believable excuse would they buy that? you cringed could you lie to the police? it felt wrong but not as wrong as not having Henry around... And if you did say something would they want you to testify? under oath and what if they found out?...Or you could come clean tell them everything from the second he kidnapped you, that you were terrified to scared to ask for help or reach out..You could be free, free of him and his madness. free to lead your own life again, Independence again! no spankings or or fear or punishments...why did that thought fill you with dread? you didn't enjoy his methods did you?

Yyou sat up sniffling and looked down at kal who was staring at you unblinkingly, he knew something was up. You looked around the room that had slowly become home could you leave this place after everything? leave Kal and this new life you'd just come to terms with?...Could you leave Henry? truly leave him behind bars and carry on with your life?...You frowned as the thought of not being with him made your chest hurt, your stomach clenched and your blood ran cold. You swallowed looking to Kal who was still looking through you. You whispered under your breath admitting out loud to yourself for the first time

"I love him Kal...I love him I-I don't know why but I do..." the dog blinked and army crawled into your lap wagging his tail as you smiled sadly petting him running your finger through his fur drawing patterns on the dogs skin below.

"I would take you with me...If Henry did go to prison...I wouldn't leave you here..But we-I have nowhere to go...Fuck why does this have to be so hard?! I should be jumping for joy! pack my shit and run for the hills... But no...Henry- Daddy won in the end huh Kal...He won I need him don't I? fallen in love with him just like he said I would...I do Kal I really do...But-but if Henry had taught me anything its that life is a game your a player or a pawn" you moved looking to the clock and sighed you must have been lost in your melt down longer then you thought it was nearly time...Luke would be leaving in a few moments.

You took a deep breath making your decision and slowly moved Kal off of you giving the bear a big kiss between his ears then crossed the room to the drawer that held your panties, the ones you were only supposed to use when you were on your period. You opened the drawer slowly with a shaky hand pulling out a pair and slipped them on. You swallowed and steeled yourself. You'd been a pawn for to long. It was time to stand up for what you wanted and come hell or high water these men were going to do as you wanted for once! with that thought you slipped on your dolly shoes that were hidden beneath the bed and ran to the garage as Luke was unlocking the car.

"So little princess got some spine after all~ good choice be stupid not to come on hop in" you nodded and walked to the passenger side and climbed into the range rover taking deep breaths as Luke began to pull away from the house. It was time you got your own way for once and fuck everyone else! Fletcher, Stephan and Henry all manipulated you and now? now Luke was trying his luck...You have lived with Henry; the king of mind games for months...and little Luke thought you’d fall for his shit? did he really think you hadn't learned a thing or two? no more! fuck them. You were not a princess..or a sex kitten...You were a fucking Queen and its about time you acted like one! they were going to play by your rules now because for once you held the cards! you were going to get your way this time!

#henry cavill x reader #mob boss henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #yandere henry cavill #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader

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would you do: Behind Closed Doors - (character) has a solid public face, but in private they let themselves be taken care of when they’re not well, for stevetony? thanks!

Ahh, anon, I love this prompt. It definitely gives me all the Tony-feels, so that’s what I went with. Hope you enjoy this little ficlet of sick!Tony and a very sweet Steve taking care of him. (2.1k words)

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Had Steve not woken up to Tony’s stuffy, little snores, and had he not noticed the quiet sniffles and subtle nose rubs throughout breakfast, Steve would’ve never thought Tony was any less than a-okay. He would’ve kissed his boyfriend good morning with a gentle brush of their lips instead of pressing a peck to his temple, and he would’ve filled Tony’s mug with dark roasted coffee instead of lemon tea with honey. But Steve was… well, he was Steve, and though Tony was thought to be the genius of the two, Steve was an expert when it came to Tony Stark. It had not taken long, even in a sleep-induced haze, for Steve to conclude that Tony had caught a cold and that he was in for a very interesting morning. It went something like this:

Tony awoke to an empty bed that was still warm from where Steve had lain, which meant it could’ve only been about fifteen minutes since he’d left. Wincing at the sudden soreness he felt in his throat, he swallowed and coughed a few times as he scrubbed his hands over his face. He could hear pans clattering from the kitchen and figured Steve was making breakfast, but he wasn’t sure as he couldn’t smell anything through his blocked nose.

He was right, though, because when he emerged from the bedroom and entered the kitchen, Steve was stood at the stove —clad in his apron that said I am tortellini in love with you, which Tony had gifted him because it was the corniest thing he’d ever seen and therefore very Steve— and something that looked a lot like blueberry pancakes were sizzling on the pan in front of him.

“‘Morning,” Tony rasped, slumped onto the chair at the breakfast bar and smiled sleepily and murmured a quiet thanks when Steve handed over his mug, then went on to frowning at it when he realized it wasn’t coffee. Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and said “It’ll feel good on your throat” as a way of explaining, then continued to ask, “How’re you feeling, sweetheart?”

Tony shrugged and sniffled into the cuff of his long-sleeved t-shirt, and Steve gave a sympathetic hum in reply.

“How did you know something’s up? I literally just woke up,” the brunette said and grimaced when he sipped at the tea, muttering something along the lines of disgusting flower-water.

“It’s not flower-water, Tony, it’s lemon,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. “You were snoring,” he clarified, unable to keep the fondness from his tone.

“I don’t snore,” Tony defended grumpily.

“You do,” Steve retorted with a laugh. Tony huffed. “Especially when you’re sick. Thus, tea and pancakes.”

“You’re a heathen and a saint, and I don’t know how to feel about that.” Tony narrowed his eyes, forging a thoughtful expression.

“I think you love it,” Steve said charmingly and reached over the counter to place a stack of blueberry pancakes drowned in maple syrup in front of Tony, sweet and warm and perfect.

They chatted as they ate, Steve talking about the new recruits he was training at the compound, Tony grumbling about the press conference he had to attend later that day. When Tony’s nose visibly twitched and his eyes began to flutter shut, Steve reached to grab a few tissues from a box on the kitchen counter and handed them to Tony, who gratefully accepted them just as he drew in a desperate breath.

“h’uhh- hetCHISHhew! snff… hehSCHss!” Tony muffled the sneezes into the tissues and sighed stuffily.

“God bless you, baby… If you’re sick you should cancel. Tony,” Steve said earnestly, frowning concernedly when Tony rolled his eyes.

“It’s just a small cold,” Tony shrugged, “I’ve worked through worse things.”

Taking Tony’s hands in his, Steve rubbed Tony’s knuckles with his thumbs, then brought their combined hands to his lips as he plastered a myriad of soft pecks on the back of Tony’s hand.

“I know you have,” Steve said in between the kisses, “but the things is… you really shouldn’t have to. I want to take care of you.”

“It won’t take long,” Tony offered, his voice low and warm despite the slight rasp. “And then, later, I’ll let you fuss about me all you want, Doctor Rogers,” he added with a playful wink and a blinding smile, and how was Steve ever going to argue with Tony when looked like that; soft and sweet and drop-dead gorgeous.

“You play dirty, Mr Stark,” Steve sighed and shook his head, unable to keep the creeping smile from tugging at his lips.

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Steve was sat in front of the television in the common room, reading through various forms and applications, when he caught sight of Tony’s face in the large frame of moving pictures. He looked amazing, he always did, clad in a casual suit that fitted him faultlessly. It accentuated his body in all the right places, his shoulders, his waist, his butt… Steve caught his bottom lip between his teeth, and placed the piece of paper he was holding on the coffee table. Now that he was already distracted, he might as well watch his boyfriend outwit all the reporters.

Tony maneuvered his way through all question he was asked with ease; a trademark quip and an equally characteristic charming wink.

“Mr Stark! Rumor has it you and Captain America have separated. What’s your respond to this?”

Steve had seen the reporter before, multiple times, actually. Short, blonde, eyes so wide and piercing it made Steve a little uncomfortable looking at them. She worked for one of the tabloids, the one with all the celebrity gossip and that published an article about Iron Man and Captain America breaking up about every three months. The rumors were never true, of course, but Steve still felt a prickly feeling in his chest whenever he’d read what they’d written. Even just the headlines made his blood boil.

Tony Stark cheating on boyfriend Steve Rogers!

Trouble in Avengers Tower: Power-couple SPLITTING UP!

Iron Man leaving Captain America for personal assistant!

Tony had advised Steve not to read them — it never left him in a good mood and it was all a bunch of bullshit anyways. Steve couldn’t help it though and, as expected, he was furious at the fact that anyone dared calling his boyfriend a bedswerver. Tony just shrugged it off, I’ve gotten used to it, he’d say and laugh at Steve’s grumpy mutterings and adorable pout. The rumors didn’t matter, though, they both knew where they stood in terms of their relationship, both feet planted solidly, their names invisibly engraved deeply into each other’s chest. Which is why Steve barely even flinched when the reporter asked the question.

“Ugh, I wish. He’s such a distraction sometimes and never lets me work overtime. He’s all kinds of stubborn, though, so I doubt I can get rid of him that easily. And, he makes sure I’m alive, so I might just hang on to him until I get bored,” Tony said nonchalantly, but eyes twinkled and his tone was fond and left no doubt that they were still very much together.

Steve felt warmth rise to his cheeks and went back to reading the recruitment forms.

Every once in a while, he’d look up to catch a glimpse of Tony. If Steve hadn’t already known Tony was nursing a cold, he never would’ve guessed it. Tony was so good at switching between his public figure and the man underneath the armor, wether it was a three piece suit or his actual Iron Man amour. It made Steve sad, in a way, knowing Tony had so much experience pretending that it didn’t even bother him anymore. He loved Tony in every way, but he never hid the fact that his favorite Tony was the one who dressed in worn-out band t-shirts or Steve’s sweatshirts that were way too big on him. The one who sang and danced along to the overly loud music playing in the workshop and who didn’t care that he looked ridiculous doing so. The one who clung onto Steve like a koala bear when they were tangled up in bed, refusing to let go of him in his sleep-warm haze.

God, Steve really wanted that press conference to finish.

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It did finish, and not too long after, Steve heard the doors to the elevator open, revealing a tired and soft looking Tony.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve said as he got off the couch and walked to where Tony was taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He started helplessly fumbling with his tie, but Steve quickly intervened. “Here, let me do that.”

Tony sighed thankfully, closing his eyes when Steve’s strong hands removed the fabric around his neck and sighed once more when Steve stroked his jaw with his thumb.

“You alright?” Steve asked softly and moved his hand closer to Tony’s face, tracing his index finger down the bridge of his nose. The gentle touch seemed to have an immediate effect as Tony’s nose twitched, and he drew back a couple of inches before turning away from Steve, crushing a fit of sneezes into his fist.

“hetCHISHhew! hetCHshh’oo!” Steve chuckled as Tony’s body shuddered slightly with each sneeze, and with a fond voice commented, “So sensitive when you’re sick.”

Tony managed to give him a disapproving glare before letting out a final sneeze.“huh’uhh… huhESChhh! snff! Ugh, sorry, excuse me.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Steve murmured, “you’ve probably been been holding those off all day, hm?”

Tony sniffled into his wrist and smiled wryly. “I guess so, yeah… didn’t really think of it, to be honest.”

“I truly don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“How you handle all those reporters, all those stupid questions. Especially when you’re this sick, babe.” Steve voice was a mixture of pure awe and deep concern.

Tony shrugged. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Stark men are made of iron and all that jazz. They’re just stupid reporters, anyways.”

Steve bit his lip, drawing Tony in close until he felt Tony’s stubble rub against his neck. “Yeah I- I know. It’s just… those articles, what they’re saying about you, it makes me so… so angry, and I-“

“Hey, no, none of that,” Tony interrupted. “I couldn’t care less about what those reporters say, hell, what anyone says about me. The only opinion I care about is yours.”

Steve sighed with a watery smile Tony couldn’t see. “I love you,” he said and leaned in to press a kiss to Tony’s forehead, which was warm, too warm, and frowned. “God, Tony, you’re burning up. You must be feeling awful.”

The cough Tony let out into Steve’s sweater confirmed that statement, but for good measure Tony said, “yeah, I think I need to lie down soon. I’m kinda tired and, uh, I-ihh, heh- huhETsch’oo! ehH’eschoo!”

“Bless you! How about you get ready for bed, and I’ll bring you soup and then some tea afterwa-“

“No! No tea,” Tony disrupted and winced just at the thought of it, “None of that yucky flower-water.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve let out a laugh and tried once again to explain that lemon tea wasn’t flower-water, and Tony just muttered tastes like flowers to me, but neither could bring themselves to discuss the matter any further.

“Okay, so no tea then. Soup, maybe some medicine, tissues, definitely, and— Tony, no.”

Steve’s expression went flat and stern when he looked down at Tony, who in return was looking up at the blonde with big, brown doe-eyes, pouting. “But Steeeve-“

“No, Tony, absolutely not!” Steve repeated. “No coffee, you’re sick and need to rest.”

Tony groaned dramatically. “Such a spoilsport. I guess you’ll have to compensate the lack of coffee with cuddles instead, then.”

“Cuddles instead of coffee?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise when Tony nodded into his shoulder. “Now that is probably the best negotiation I could’ve hoped for.”

About thirty minutes later, the two of them were snuggled up in bed, an empty bowl on the nightstand, tissues scattered randomly across the bed, and some movie neither of them knew the name of was playing on the tv. Steve had him arm around Tony’s shoulder, feeling the heat from Tony’s cheek on his chest through his thin t-shirt. It wasn’t hard to tell the moment Tony drifted off to sleep, the way he cuddled even closer to Steve and his quiet, small snores were enough to tell Steve that he was finally resting.

#my fic #anonymous #stevetony #sickfic #sick Tony #and a very sweet caretaker-Steve #my babies #steve rogers #tony stark

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