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alumort · 4 months ago

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finally the gnc girl neji fic people(one friend) asked me for

His whole body hurt, and his eyes were glued together– at first, Neji wanted to continue sleeping, though his hunger was worse than his tiredness. No matter how much he tried to rest once more, his rumbling stomach refused to cease its sounds, not allowing him to remain asleep at all.

He felt as if his stomach had been completely empty for a while, as if he hadn’t eaten for weeks or longer. It was hard to ignore, much less when a familiar presence was beside him in silence, holding his hand and caressing it without thinking; the brunet couldn’t help it but entwine his fingers with them, not wanting to let go by mere instinct, hearing a surprised gasp in response.

“Darling? Are you awake?” the other person mumbled after mere seconds, not wanting to startle him too much.

Only then was Neji able to open one eye, then the other, finding a worried Lee sitting down beside his hospital bed– in one of those uncomfortable chairs the facility had, with darkness underneath his gaze. Who knew for how many days (or even weeks) had he been awake for? Just… waiting for the brunet to wake up once more, not taking care of himself at all.

“L… love,” he muttered, noticing that his boyfriend stirred up upon hearing his voice, getting closer to him with trembling lips. A gentle hand accommodated his unkempt hair, letting him continue talking in the meanwhile. “What… what happened?”

“The war, you– you almost died, Neji. But you are safe, and– you just need to recover, dearest… you are alive.”

Lee's eyes were glassy with tears, and he seemed to be comforting himself with his last mumbles. Neji could barely move due to pain, yet he made an attempt to extend an arm towards his partner, who realized his intentions and carefully embraced him in silence– sobs could be heard every now and then, to which the brunet just began to play with Lee's overgrown bowl cut, still too weak to say or do anything apart from that.

At one point, his partner fell asleep on his arms, finally calm after seeing Neji awake and well once more. Reassured that he was safe and everything would be alright at last, knowing well the brunet wouldn't remain asleep for the rest of their years.

He gently kissed Lee's forehead and kept caressing his hair, not wanting to bother him in the slightest– he had been worried sick for who knows how long already, and he didn't want to startle his beloved just because. Not even the nurse woke him up, already remembering the taijutsu master’s face due to all his visits, knowing well how little he had probably slept during the length of Neji’s coma.

They would need to catch up later, and a long time would pass for him to recover– so he just yawned and snuggled with his boyfriend, not wanting to worry about anything else for a while. He knew that Tsunade herself would go visit him at some point, wanting to make sure everything went smoothly after recovering consciousness…

And so she did, a couple of hours after he had woken up, opening the door startling both boys at the same time, though they didn’t let go of each other at any moment. The woman chuckled at seeing them being so close, yet she made no comments about it.

“You'll be seeing me for a long time, kid. For now, I need to examine you,” Tsunade began to say, grabbing her tools and paper to write some notes before getting closer, giving the brunet some time to prepare himself mentally.

Lee had to help him slowly sit on the edge of his mattress, smiling at him every moment– he knew exactly how much Neji hated doctors in general, much less when a physical exam had to be done. At least the ex Hokage knew better than to pry, giving him time and space to remove his shirt to listen to his heart and lungs better, never making any kind of comments about his chest. Using her chakra to mend anything that could be wrong inside of his body, not wanting him to go through more exams with unknown people.

She was nicer than most doctors, that couldn't be denied– still Neji looked towards his boyfriend, who hummed and caressed his hair in an attempt to distract his mind. Always staring into his eyes with the warmest smile on his face, kissing his (now blank) forehead once everything was done.

“You're lucky as hell, Neji. Your organs healed better than expected, and I'm sure you'll be back to normal in no time!” Tsunade informed them with a grin, and the brunet just nodded in response. “Just… you'll need to learn how to work without your Byakugan. But don't worry about that– rest. Tomorrow, we'll start to help you recover some strength in your legs.”

“Thank you, Lady Hokage– Lady Tsunade,” Neji replied, correcting himself almost immediately after realizing his mistake, which only made the woman chuckle in response.

“I'll leave you lovebirds alone now. Just call the nurse if you need anything.”

They both blushed upon hearing her words, but she wasn’t wrong– although the brunet did his best to keep their relationship a secret, it was as obvious as the sky if someone paid enough attention. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case with his uncle, so nothing bad had ever happened to either Lee or him.

Now that the seal had been erased from his skin, nothing could hold his love for his boyfriend back– not even Hiashi himself, no matter how much he would certainly complain. He still wasn’t happy by letting him live as a man, and still treated Neji as if he was still a little girl

He wouldn’t give him a single warning before leaving the Hyuga compound just to never return. Lee had been the one to suggest moving in together after the war, before he became severely wounded– would his partner remember a promise made between the short naps they had in the battlefield, or…?

“Lady Tsunade is really respectful,” Lee commented out of a sudden, letting out a soft smile after helping his partner lay down again. Neji yawned and extended a hand towards the other boy, who grabbed it before continuing. “When she helped me with my spine, she never questioned me– other doctors kept misgendering me, but she never did.”

He couldn't help it but hum contently, closing one eye then the other, already tired from getting up for long; his energy was low, though it'd only get better with time. So for now Neji had to follow Tsunade's advice, getting comfortable on his mattress to try and rest for a while, knowing well his body would hurt like hell the following days. Or weeks…

He woke up when the nurse brought him breakfast, and his room was completely empty apart from her presence; she had a huge grin on her face upon seeing him looking up at her eyes, and wasted no time in bringing him his plate.

Neji didn't trust her wide smile, or her playful voice, but he preferred not to say anything unless necessary. He didn't want to cause a fuss just because.

“I got some jelly for today! You'll need to eat soft foods before getting anything solid, and then you'll be back to kunoichi tasks in no time, Hikari,” was the first thing that the woman had said, and he just rolled his eyes. “What? Aren't you excited to work again?”

“It's Neji, not Hikari. I'm not a girl,” was all he said, knowing well that hell might unleash on him just by correcting her– that was exactly why he hated doctors almost as much as he hated his uncle. He could see disgust showing on the nurse’s face, even if she hid it immediately after behind a grin.

“Well, that's what your papers say. You're not a boy for me until your documents say otherwise.”

After so many years, Neji didn't even react, remaining in silence while he ate. It wasn't worth it to fight back, much less when he was so weak in both body and mind.

Somehow, it hurted more to hear his old name than anything else, but he didn't want to think too hard about it– he tried to focus his mind on nice things, already missing his boyfriend's soothing presence beside him.

Although he would’ve loved Lee to remain beside him for a bit longer, his boyfriend was still a ninja– he had to go on missions and help rebuild parts of the village as needed, and train for the upcoming Jounin exams. There was a lot on his hands… for now, the brunet would enjoy these scattered occasions in which the other boy could visit, cuddling against medical advice.

After he was done with his food, Neji found himself alone for the first time since waking up, observing a fresh bouquet of sunflowers and roses on his nightstand. Notes from his team and his other friends were neatly folded close to the flowers, all wishing him a speedy recovery.

A soft smile appeared on his face upon seeing everything, covering the anger that came due to the nurse from earlier that day, and he read every letter to distract himself further– though a particular thing was still on his mind: he didn't feel angry at being treated like a girl, but at being called by his old name.

If it had happened before, Neji would've snapped even more in complete disgust– though it didn't feel wrong to refer to himself as a boy, or hear himself being referred to as a girl.

Gender was complicated as hell, and the seed of doubt was now buried deep into his heart; he had known his whole life that he was Neji and nothing else, and his father had been the first person to support him, but now…

He never liked being a girl, just by seeing how other Side Branch members and his little cousins were treated for it– it was torture, while boys had it easy in comparison. Or so it seemed in his young gaze.

Neji had some time to figure it out, away from the Hyuga compound and protected by Tsunade in the hospital; he only needed to focus on walking once more, ignoring his pain and difficulty in the meanwhile with the help of physical therapy and the fifth Hokage.

It would be alright. And he had many people who would support him no matter what, even if he didn't want to talk about his realization just yet. A secret only known for his mind and soul, growing with every passing day in the monotone pale walls of his room.

#nejilee #leeneji #neji hyuga #rock lee #naruto #naruto shippuden #gender non conforming

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m6rija · 6 months ago

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⟡ ⠀countless nights⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you

gn reader. hurt/comfort, established relationship. reader is a soldier within the third division, and he loves you much more than words can describe. part two of hope of devotion.

a little more than three weeks had passed

doctors said you were in perfect condition, that your wounds had healed almost completely and your body was not rejecting any treatment.

however, it was a mystery why you were not regaining consciousness.

It could be risky to resort to any method that would be forceful, so they opted to wait

and as the days went by, they stated that you were in a coma.

your life was fragile, weak, feeble; just like that of any human, because you were a soldier did not make you any different from the average adult— you were just that, a human, nothing more.

with that in mind, many began to lose hope and their hearts were heavy, sinking in anguish of losing that singular strength, radiant and unique that only you carried.

the ever-cautious vice-captain looked tired, and many began to realize how his routine was beginning to crumble.

the very person who had advised them not to cling so tightly to their colleagues, because of the dangerous nature of their line of work.

with each passing day, he seemed to grow more impatient

looking for a sign, a hint— something to tell him that you would soon wake up and resume your daily activities.

but your immobile body refused to make any kind of change.

your fingers were warm, soft to the touch, with slightly robust fingertips as a result of your daily, arduous training in the defense forces.

he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb as he took it, then intertwined his fingers with the utmost delicacy

how much he wished that after waking up in the morning, or after returning from a mission, you would be waiting for him with open arms.

and without fail there he was, when he woke up, after going to exterminate kaijus, and even before going to sleep.

kafka noticed how the light in the training room had stopped being on so late, and how instead it was the light in the infirmary that was glowing

he noticed how he began to condense his own schedule even further because of the urge to see you

it had already become obvious to the entire third division that the vice-captain held you in high esteem and that your relationship was always much deeper than it appeared at first glance.

his attitude never changed and his characteristic loud laughter was often heard in the corridors, so it was complex to realize what was really going on.

soshiro had always been good at hiding his intentions— his feelings and wishes.

he cared for others as much as he cared for you, so he wouldn't let them be distraught by seeing him in a poor condition

because they were still ignorant of how much you meant to him

for they did not know how often he had rested his head on your torso, looking at your face as you rested so peacefully

they didn't know how usually early in the morning you used to exchange soft kisses, careful not to let anyone find you

they didn't know how your fingers had become accustomed to sinking into soshiro's hair

they didn't know how you used to dedicate mellifluous whispers to the crimson-eyed one, as sweet as honey

they were unaware of the times when he wondered what his life would be like without you in it

for every little action you did had been engraved in his daily life

his body missed the warmth of yours, hearing your voice as you recounted your accomplishments during your latest mission

he left his seat due to his long stay in the quiet room. with his head down he thought of retiring for the day and returning as soon as the sun began to rise— however, a faint voice rose in the thick silence causing him to stop his pace.

“don't leave…”

his eyes widened in unmeasurable surprise, meeting your gaze with his

as a soft smile began to form on your face, soshiro was already by your side again

he held on to your hand and showed you a smile where his little fangs peeked out over his lower lip

son of melancholy, a knot was born in his throat as he heard your voice mentioning his name with such affection.

your hands encapsulated his with delicacy, and you could feel perfectly how his fingers barely applied any force on your naked skin.

he clarified how long you had been unconscious and you felt sadness in his voice, even though his radiant smile went against that feeling

you exchanged words until your cheeks began to ache as you smiled, until you had no subjects to talk about

but you knew he wouldn't be honest enough to admit how much he'd missed you during this long period of time.

how many times he had stood waiting for you in this very room

and when you heard the door open, you turned your face in its direction and then put your index finger to your lips, asking for silence— to save the surprised sighs of seeing you awake for later.

it was because vice-captain hoshina was sleeping peacefully on your lap, happy, serene after hearing your voice, seeing you speak and smiling at him as he likes so much.

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #kaiju #wolf's race

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yuyumnami · 1 year ago

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Aoi's last words

'I almost froze her... That was close.' Todoroki Shoto thought, feeling guilty and worried about Hagakure Toru after eavesdropping on the girl's and Ojiro's conversation.

Ignoring Yuga Aoyama's voice asking random students where was he, he couldn't neglect the sudden headache that has been over his head since fighting the villain in USJ. Though somehow he managed to stand on his footing and able to survive the attack. He messaged his forehead a bit, trying to ease the pain.

"Are you okay, Todoroki?" Shoto looks to his left and spots his classmate, Yaoyorozu Momo walking toward him.

"Just a headache." He grunted.

Then why is he seeing red? With an iron smell along?

"Todoroki?!" Momo called out to him and he saw her move backward in fright while looking above them. Peeking up, he saw a spiral. And red metallic continued to drop on his pretty face.

Gasp and shouting can be heard around him, telling him to move and things about danger. But Todoroki only found himself frozen, standing like a rock as his face get wetter by blood.

His eyes are glued to the spiral, as the pain is getting stronger and his head feels like it would explode.

He felt his butt sting as he fell backward to the ground and was choked out of the air as a heavy body fell on top of him. All he could see was a person in red with a strong smell of blood. Shoto gagged at the sight just before he passed out from exhaustion.

Shoto heaves a heavy breath as he kept on pouncing his fist into the air. The sun glistened brightly on top of his head, and his shirt got wetter from all the sweat.

He swiftly thrust two more blows upfront, followed by a swift duck as if his imaginary opponent just sent him a punch. Like any martial arts classes he had taken so far, he follows every movement perfectly due to his regular training.

Then only for a sudden and short moment, a portrait flashed in his head.

The girl from that day, red everywhere.

He winced. Why did she suddenly appear in his head?

Ever since Shoto awoke from his short coma, he had never heard any news about the girl.

Her sudden appearance was a mystery, and none of his teachers ever said anything about her. Even the investigated villains, claimed they know nothing about her nor the out-of-nowhere spiral.

What was mysterious regarding himself more, was that he was more worried about her well-being, which is weird.

The girl was someone unfamiliar. Shoto was sure he had never seen her before. But he got a gut that she was faintly familiar and connected to him.

A long-lost family, perhaps?

'Does that bastard have a secret chi-'

"Shoto." Upon hearing the sudden voice calling his name, Shoto tilted his head to the engawa and spotted a buffed man with red hair, similar to his half on the left.

"What?"

"Get ready, we're going to the hospital." The man, who is Shoto's father said as he put on his watch.

"why?" Shoto hates it when it comes to talking to his bastard of a father, but he can't help but get curious.

"That girl just woke up and we're needed there."

The boy's mismatched eyes of turquoise and grey widen a little.

"And why 'we'? She got nothing to do with you." He retorted.

The father, Todoroki Enji inwardly sighed, ignoring the fact that his son is displeased with his presence. "Not my choice since the police are the ones who begged me to go there."

...

"So you're saying your name is Todoroki Aoi?" Seikagi Ryuiichi, a doctor in his late twenties asked.

"Yes." The girl hoarsely speaks.

Her face held a wary expression, he noted. Doubtful too. And her sat posture even though seems polite, she's sitting from the left foot, her body tense and ready all the time, as if she's waiting for something to strike.

What's she so tense of? He wonders.

"Okay then, Miss Todoroki, I need you to stay calm and lie down. You might hurt your body more after this." The brunette doctor calmly asked.

"I'm fine." The ravenette girl argued. Ryuiichi huffed a displeased air. 'Stubborn'

He can't back off from this. As a doctor, it was his responsibility to keep his patients safe. "Miss Todoroki, Im sorry but you have to lie down no matter what. When you were first admitted to the hospital, you were critically damaged and presumably have no hope to continue your life. I am your doctor and just so you know I only want what is best for you as you are my patient." Ryuiichi argued back firmly. His brown eyes staring a firm yet a gentle look toward the girl's in assurance. "So please, miss, lie down and never take off the wires carelessly ever again."

Even though the girl seems reluctant, she complied with his request and let him attach the wires back to her arms.

While doing so, Ryuiichi can't forget the way she reacted when she first saw the nurse.

As if the nurse is the prey, and she's the hunter. It happened in a blink of an eye. The way She immediately jumped on the nurse despite her weak body and her right hand seems to rush for something on her waist, only to find that something is not where it was supposed to be.

And if it weren't for Eraserhead who arrived in time, the poor nurse probably would be dead.

Ryuiichi sees in her eyes that were painted with turquoise color. That used to hold thousands of tears. Anything about her now matches that she's like a samurai, a fighter, just with no sword. Despite her body condition injured and weak, she seems strong enough to strike and rip off his head in a second and her eyes are similar to the one that intends to kill, yet dubious.

"Miss Todoroki, these two men are Underground Pro Hero, Eraserhead, and Detective Tsukauchi." Ryuiichi motioned his hand toward the messily dark-haired man sitting at the corner of the room then a man in a brown beige coat. "They're gonna ask you some questions. Can you cooperate with them?"

The girl warily nodded, perhaps she's too tired to even talk. But then she's also sharp, never let down her guard.

Ryuiichi heaves a sigh. His hand brushed againts his brown hair as he scratch his unitchy head.

"We'll take it from here." Tsukauchi took the girl's patience record from Ryuiichi's hand.

"Do what you have to." The doctor nodded and gave his space to the detective who just arrived minutes ago before proceeding to leave the room, leaving the cautious girl alone with fully bandaged pro hero Eraserhead, and The Detective.

#my hero academia #anime crossover #oc #demon slayer crossover #boku no academiacrossover

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cursedvessels · 6 months ago

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Sleep.

It seemed more like a coma or a self-induced catatonic state. He was completely out, laying on his back with his eyes shut, totally still the entire time he was asleep. His hands folded on his chest. It wasn't until he had started to reach a point where his body was recovering that he started to move around every now and again. He'd turn to one side, tuck hands under his pillow, or mumble something in another language. He's asleep for days. Maybe even longer. It's hard to say. But finally xyr eyelids flicker just for a brief moment as xe groans and stretches a little against the bed. A yawn reaches xyr lips as xe turns, pulls the blankets closer around xem.

As the hair is brushed back from xyr face, a small smile slips along xyr lips, contented by the gentle awakening. Xe's been out so long it seems xe's forgotten the urgency of their current situation. Xyr eyes stay shut, humming softly at her petting. When she starts to sort of try and wake him, though, xe lets his eyes finally open. They're tired and half-lidded, still looking drained, though at least the colour has returned to his flesh. His eyes aren't purple yet, though...Perhaps due to the slow return of his spirit connection to his body. Hopefully that would change soon, the more he woke up.

Ambrose found us.

If he had been waking up slowly and calmly before, now he was in a sudden panic. It surged through him and caused him to jolt upright, forcing his mind to wake up. It's painful. Horribly so. He wasn't meant to be woken from such a state so sharply. It would be hard to bounce back from, but he wouldn't let it show. He was far too frantic about protecting Leo to let it show.

A hand slaps against the comforter as he sits up, then flings the blankets off himself and leaps out of bed.

"C'mon," he mumbles, stumbling slightly once he's up. He grabs the edge of the wall to steady himself, taking in a deep breath. Silently he's hoping she doesn't say anything,. If Ambrose knew where they were, it would only be a matter of time before...

A wave of his hand and an apple is being plucked out of thin air, passed in her direction. He doesn't look her in the eye, though, his expression far too serious as he turns on his heel and swipes his clothing from the wardrobe.

"Time to go."

@cursedvessels for shimi.

After Ambrose’s departure, Leo had little else to do besides lie in bed and wait for Shimi to wake up. She’d speak to him softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his face, brushing through his curls to keep his hair from being tangled. She loved them wholly and truly – and the thought of being forcibly ripped from them was fueling the fear that had her jumping at every small sound, clinging to his shirt when she’d fall asleep.

It feels like days have passed since xe’d knocked out cold. The slightest flicker of his eyes caught her attention, although she’s much too tired and withered from hunger to lift her head too much. Afraid of scaring xem, she moves closer – tilts her head back slightly so she can look over their face. A sigh of relief to see them finally stirring.

“Shimi.” Her voice is low and hoarse, shaking hands reach to brush hair from his eyes, trace gently down his cheek. She doesn’t want to scare him, but she’s got no idea how long or how little they have left until Ambrose comes knocking again. “Hey… hey.” The slightest smile, her tired eyes are blinking at xem. Waiting a moment for them to finally spring to life.

“Shimi… Shimi we gotta go.” She swallows, the pains in her stomach making her wince. “Ambrose found us.”

#gollldrush #↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼

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shoutogepi · 3 years ago

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A Million Times Over, part 2

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Todoroki Shouto x American!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 6.4k

[ ☀︎, ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ] (series warnings)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : NSFW references (no explicit smut this chapter)

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : You lose all memories from the past five years of your life due to an accident-induced coma, including any recollection of your beloved boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Shouto. He’s devastated that you don’t remember him, but the both of you are determined to get your memories back, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, you attempt to rebuild your relationship with him… while also nurturing the spark that’s still very much lit between you two.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Yaaaaaa babie so part 2 is finally finished! I’m wicked excited to finish the series next chapter and ughhh the smut is gonna be so good omg. Just wait.

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : shout out to @shotoh for beta-reading this for me, what a saint <3

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─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

🄸t was warm.

There was something heavy on your middle, but it didn’t feel like a nuisance— it was a welcome weight, one that somehow made comfort seep from your chest and fill the rest of your body with a quiet sense of peace. You hummed as sleep’s grasp on you lightened, the cogs in your mind beginning to turn. The hospital bed had never been this comfortable before, and the acrid smell of antiseptic and bustle of the doctors outside your door was peculiarly absent. Instead, a pleasant scent of laundry and cologne lingered on your pillowcase, making the corners of your mouth pull up in a droopy smile.

Your eyes opened as you recalled where you were, and whose arms you were lying in— whose gentle breaths blew at your hair and tickled the shell of your ear. Letting out a slow exhale, you blinked the sleep from your eyes, legs attempting to move, only to find them tangled with the muscled calves of your bedmate who, you prayed to whatever divine presence that was out there, was still asleep.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

However, when you tried to move away, a low groan sounded in your ear, scattering the stray hairs that laid out of place there. Like a sleeping bear, the arm around your waist curled around you tighter, pressing your entire body directly against the hard contour of his. You swallowed, blinking owlishly as you tried not to think about the sizeable semi-hardness poking into your backside, nor the rough fingertips that splayed out on the smooth expanse of your stomach at the bottom of your shirt, the very pinky dipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, palm warming your skin just enough to make your heart awaken for the day.

Your breath was caught in your throat, and you didn’t dare move another inch. Even if you didn’t have your memories of the man you shared your life with for the past few years, the moments the two of you had shared throughout the past week were enough to have butterflies fluttering to life in your stomach. The feeling of simply being in his arms, tucked under the sheets and cocooned in his warmth and his scent, it all had your body feeling like it was at peace.

At home.

Shouto’s hand was lying open beside your face, his arm tucked underneath your neck as he must’ve fallen asleep spooning you, and not since shifted away throughout the night. His fingers twitched in his sleep just slightly, and you took the moment to admire the long, slender digits. For a man of his size and stature, they were surprisingly thin, almost as if in another life he could have tickled piano keys for a living. But they were also marred with scars and calluses from his herowork— none open nor recent, seeing as he had taken the last month off to watch over you. Reaching for his hand, you traced the lines on his palm, trailing your fingertips over his skin and finding yourself lost in thought. You wondered if this was how you usually slept, if this was what you woke up to every day…

If that was your reality, you would happily accept it.

Being in Shouto’s arms made you feel safe, protected from the troubles of life. You already harbored silly feelings for him before you had even met him, and now that you had, those feelings had only been amplified, each day spent with him a catalyst to the reaction he triggered in your heart.

You bit your lip, twisting your spine so you could look at him. Holding your breath as you finally laid eyes on him, you took your time to admire him in all his slumbered glory. Your eyes loitered on his high cheekbones, the sharp angle of his jawline, and then the placid expression he donned while he slept, not plagued with the usual lacing of concern that he wore throughout the day. He was so… handsome. In all his hardened, heroic glory, he still managed to look like a prince straight out of every little girl’s storybook. And he certainly had the body to go with it as well— the fruits of his training on full display for you as you marveled at his naked chest.

Your heart leapt into your throat when he stirred, his arm around your waist coming to rub at his tired eyes. Watching his grey eye open slightly, your breath caught at the crooked grin that blossomed on his lips when he locked eyes with you.

“Mmm morning princess,” he rumbled, hand landing on your stomach to push your body backwards into his. He didn’t mind the little squeak of surprise you let out, nuzzling his face into your neck and slinging his leg across your hips once he flattened them onto the mattress. Your face felt like it was on fire, his morning… problem pressed firmly against your back now as he moaned in content, scattering lazy kisses across your throat.

You gasped when his hand on your stomach suddenly jumped up to grope your breast over your shirt, his fingers kneading tenderly as tingles fired across your nerves. It felt good to be receiving his unbridled affection— too good, really, as he started to suck at your neck. Your body cried out for his touch but you had barely even kissed last night— this was too much, too fast.

“Sh-Shouto!”

He paused, head rearing back as he detected the urgency in your voice, sleepy eyes locking with yours with his brows furrowed underneath his frazzled bed-head. It took him a moment before his eyes widened and horror replaced the slumber that had impeded his judgement before, his body jumping to the other side of the bed instantly as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I— I’m so sorry, Y/n, fuck— I didn’t…” he stammered, embarrassment evident as the pink turned to red, little flames sprouting on the left side of his head while his eyes flew about, unable to meet your gaze.

You instantly felt guilty, his demeanor apologetic. It was clear that he was frustrated with himself. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was just… it was just, um, unexpected?” you tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a choke.

“Damn it…” Shouto mumbled, his hands coming to drag across his face morosely. The flames that licked at his side sizzled out, indicating that he was no longer so much shocked as he was contrite. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, muffled by his hands that still occupied his face. “It was just… I forgot for a second and... I didn’t mean to— to, well, come onto you. God, I’m sorry.”

You watched him for a second, your heart suddenly heavy with the sadness that leaked from his choice of words. For the first time in a long time, he had woken up with you in his arms, and he had forgotten about the absolute shitstorm of the month he’d had. That was probably how he acted when he woke up normally, as your sweet and loving boyfriend— showering you in affection was his first instinct of the day, and there was nothing wrong with that.

“It’s really okay, Sho. I was just surprised,” you peeped, trying to relieve him of some of the stress that he was so apparently harboring. “It’s not like I hated it…”

Shouto processed your words for a moment before one hand rose from his face, his brow contorted into a mix between accusatory and suggestive. There was a hint of a smile threatening to bloom on his lips, but he remained silent as he stared at you.

“I just meant that— well… we could lay here for a bit before we get up for the day. If… If that’s our usual routine or, if you would be interested in that!” You could feel your face getting hot now, the embarrassment transferring from him to you.

But Shouto chose not to tease you, instead scooting back over to you in the middle of the bed. “You always did like your morning cuddles,” he said, mouth turning at the corners into a smirk.

“Whatever, just— just keep your third leg to yourself, okay? Arms only!” You shared a quick look with him, the both of you shocked that you had really just said that.

But Shouto followed your request, flipping so he laid on his belly before his arm hooked out to bring you into his side, nose pressing up against your ear as you were on your back. The butterflies were back and busy again in your stomach— his touch just did something to you, it was both exhilarating and infuriating when he had hardly done anything.

“Never heard that one before,” he murmured lowly, snark lurking in his voice. “You’re usually quite fond of my third leg, dear.”

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The rest of the morning went more according to plan. After a considerable amount of time lying in the sheets with Shouto cuddling into your side, you finally parted ways and went about getting ready for the day. There was a sense of giddiness pumping through your veins as your boyfriend left you stationed in front of your closet, mumbling something about preparation before you headed out.

Mostly, you were looking forward to going on your date. But then, there was also the surprised excitement that came from the sight of your walk-in closet, complete with rows of neatly organized clothes and a built-in wall with shelves and drawers, even a glass display case full of glittering jewels and gems in designs all tailored to your taste. You took a moment to pat yourself on the back. Not only did you seem to have the man of your dreams, but you had also attained your dream closet? If this was truly a dream, you most definitely did not want to wake up.

It took you an absurdly long amount of time to piece together your outfit. It was partially because you stopped to ogle at pretty much every hanger you rifled through, and partially because you were completely unsure of what clothes Shouto particularly enjoyed seeing you in. There was a sneaking suspicion that his preference was for you to not be clothed at all… but it wasn’t like you could go out on your date in your birthday suit. And, that would mean exposing your bare body to him, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t insanely attracted to him— because you definitely were. Just, the situation you were in was a delicate one, and when you did decide to indulge in the physicalities of your relationship, it would be after you had no more questions to ask him. You just weren’t quite there yet.

So, you decided on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy blouse that showcased your shoulders, matching the color of your shoes, belt, and purse. After a quick makeup routine, you chose to spruce up the outfit with a little jewelry, seeing as you had quite an ample selection to choose from. A shiny pair of hoops for your ears came easily enough, but you struggled to find a necklace which would pull everything together. Your eyes wandered over the chains of gold and silver, some shining with bright gems and some intricate enough with just the curve of the metal. It was then that you noticed a simple but very elegant necklace, its blue-topaz pendant catching your gaze. As you inspected the glittering stone, a warm feeling pooled in your chest, and you found your fingers reaching for the jewelry without thought. There was something special about this necklace, but what, exactly, you couldn’t identify.

It was incredibly frustrating. This was the closest you had come to remembering anything since you had woken up a week ago… and while it was certainly progress, it was infuriating to have the recollection dangling just barely out of your reach. You stared at the brilliant cyan gem for another moment before deciding that you weren’t going to remember based on willpower alone, securing the clasp around your neck. If that were the case, then you would have your memory back already, you were sure. You left the room with your shoes in hand, sock-clad feet padding quietly against the shiny hardwood floors while a sour taste dwelled on the back of your tongue.

Yet somehow, the second your eyes met Shouto’s, the feeling of self-loathing was instantly quelled, replaced with a pleasant wave of some feeling you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes had locked onto the stone around your neck right as you walked into the kitchen, and immediately a smile graced his lips as he found your gaze.

You couldn’t help but return one, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning to him, overwhelmed with the tingles that zipped through you. He hadn’t really given you the chance to take in the outfit he had chosen before he left you to dress, and you found yourself appreciating the soft, cream sweater that fell just over his denim-clad hips.

“Wow, you look…” his eyes trailed down your form and then back up, his smile just as full. He let out a soft laugh, head tilting back before his attention returned to you, as if he didn’t quite believe the sight in front of him. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You already knew you looked good, but still, hearing the compliment roll off his tongue made your stomach leap up beside your heart. “Thank you, Sho. You look beautiful, too,” you teased, trying to downplay the effect his words had on you.

Even though his cheeks dusted with a light pink, his expression remained unchanged, gaze dropping to the pendant resting in the middle of your chest again. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

Just as you were about to tell him about the feeling you’d gotten earlier, he turned and grabbed some things from the counter behind him, whisking them into his arms. There was a curious look you shot him as you examined the numerous hats he offered to you, one of your brows rising at the variety.

Shouto didn’t give you the chance to ask, launching into explanation without your prompt. “You and I are technically celebrities. So it’s best if we conceal our faces while we’re out in public.” His gaze dropped to the brim of the gray suede boater in his hand, his thumb trailing across the soft material. “I don’t want you ambushed today. The public has missed you while you’ve been out of commission, so if we’re spotted, I’ll have to share you… and I don’t think either of us is ready for that quite yet.”

You nodded, ignoring the giddiness that bloomed in the depths of your stomach at his choice of words. Reaching for a floppy hat, your fingers brushed over his sweater as you grabbed your choice of camouflage. The fit was snug around your head, the silky ribbon tied around the crown the perfect match to your shoes. Shouto put on his hat as well, making sure to tuck the white half of his hair up and out of sight, giving him a faux monochromatic appearance. He wordlessly handed you a pair of large sunglasses, which you slid onto your face without protest. He mirrored your action, choosing a dark pair of aviators that helped disguise his famous scar.

“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin for full emphasis. The movement put a little smile on Shouto’s face, his eyes roaming your figure leisurely before he offered a thumbs up.

“Enchanting as always, love,” he replied stoically, the suavity and candor of his response aiding to the warm, swirling feeling in your stomach. But his expression morphed into a playful smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about me?”

A laugh trickled out of you as he copied your twirl, his execution somehow more graceful than yours. His pink lips curled into a genuine smile at your giggle, ending his mock demonstration in a curtsey. This only caused you to swat at him in exaggeration, taking the first steps towards the door.

“Equally enchanting,” you replied, not a hint of a lie in your voice. Your conviction made Shouto stutter, his grin melting to a flustered purse of the lip. It was then that you took his hand decisively, chuckling as you placed a swift kiss to his cheek. “Ready to go.”

It took him a moment to buffer, but he quickly recovered, a warm flush coloring his cheeks as his fingers squeezed yours. The digits of his other hand curled around the small of your waist, guiding you through the door.

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Your eyes widened as Shouto pulled the sleek car into the parking space, your surroundings somewhat familiar. When you had asked where he was taking you, he hadn’t revealed any clues, preferring to give a vague “someplace you’ll enjoy” before effectively killing the conversation. You probably should’ve expected it, but surprise overtook you as you turned the sidewalk corner and there stood the cat cafe the pair of you had passed on your way back from the hospital just yesterday.

When you turned to look at Shouto, his eyes were already inspecting your reaction, the excitement written obviously all over your face. He regarded you with a quiet, knowing smile as he opened the door for you, the bell tinkling overhead and the quiet mewls of kittens further inside distinctly ringing in your ears. Right as you stepped inside, a fluffy, smoosh-face cat curled around your ankles, brushing and sniffing at you in greeting. Shouto made a joke about the fluffy beast being the cutest host he’d ever seen, his smile only growing when you laughed in return.

Once you were seated, tucked in a comfy pair of chairs in the corner of the cafe, a waitress came over to take your orders. What took you by surprise was that Shouto ordered for you— the exact confection and drink you were eyeing when you peeked at the menu. He shot you a little smirk at the cuteness of your impressed expression, asking if you’d like to add anything and turning the staff person's attention to you. At your denial, they excused themself, leaving you alone with Shouto once more.

There was a palpable tension in the air between the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, the other cafe goers could practically see the sparks flying between you.

“So… do we come here a lot?” you inquired, taking a tentative sip of your ice water and training your eyes on the top button of his shirt. It was just too intense to stare him straight in the eye sometimes…

Shouto took a moment to reply, looking through his red and white bangs at you fondly, leaning back in his chair before shaking his head. “Truthfully, we’ve never been here before.” He gauged the surprise in your eyes, a little knowing smile resting on his plump lip before he continued. “You always wanted to try this place but we hadn’t gotten around to it… you even picked out the food you wanted in case we came. I hope your tastes remain unchanged? If I ordered something you don’t want, I’ll call the waiter over.”

It was then your turn to shake your head, a quick and decisive answer. “No, you got it right,” you reassured, hands wringing slowly underneath the table in your lap. “The only other thing I wanted to try was the drink you ordered, so it’s fine!”

“Have as much as you like,” he suavely suggested, his tone sounding more like a demand than an offer. Just as he focused his eyes on yours, he was interrupted by a fuzzy orange kitten jumping into his lap, settling into a tiny loaf across his thighs and staring up at him expectantly.

You and Shouto both buffered for a moment before you let out a laugh at the sight of such a tiny creature in your broad boyfriend’s embrace. Shouto began to chuckle too, giving the creature a little scratch under the chin. The kitten meowed happily in agreement, placing its head onto its paws and settling in for a nap. You let the comfortable silence last for a minute before you meandered back into conversation.

“So um, earlier, when we were getting ready to go out…,” your fingers absentmindedly wandered to the pendant resting in the middle of your collar bones. “I saw this necklace in my closet and I felt like it was… important? And then I thought I caught you looking at it earlier too maybe? Do you know if it has any significant meaning or anything?”

Shouto’s gaze remained on the cat in his lap for another moment before it flicked over to you, and once again, you were stunned by the amount of emotion in his mismatched eyes. “I gave it to you,” he answered, his free hand fiddling with the sunglasses that now hung in the middle of his shirt collar. “It was for our first anniversary.”

You didn't really know what to make of that, the newfound knowledge resonating through you as you tried to remember anything about that day at all.

“I chose that color because you said you loved it… the color of my eyes. Or— eye— I suppose,” he gestured to the piercing cerulean orb that rested on his hot side, standing out even more against the muddled skin of his scar.

Your head nodded as you processed his answer, your finger nudging at the handle of your cutlery absentmindedly. “You do have nice eyes,” you mumbled, your veins pumping with a warmth you'd come to recognize as his natural effect on you.

Shouto smiled at that, his gaze focused on the pendant gleaming in the sun’s gentle caress. You could feel the intensity of his eyes there in the center of your chest, the modest amount of exposed cleavage feeling hot under his inspection.

At his silence, you continued on, your flusteredness forcing your mouth to move without much reason. “And— you have great taste in jewelry too, I mean, this is really beautiful.”

“It suits you,” he replied instantly, as if such words required no thought whatsoever.

That just made your cheeks feel even hotter, and a surprised chuckle sounded past your lips, his compliment egging on the butterfly swarm in your belly. “Thank you… I’m glad you have enough rationale to avoid a cheesy heart with your name on it or something.”

Shouto’s eyes fleed yours at that, taking a tentative sip of his water. You watched his pink lips curl into a subtle, knowing smirk. He yelped when you kicked his ankle underneath the table, gaze returning to you. He regarded your inquisitorial expression for a moment before he shrugged, his cheeks tinged with the lightest of pinks. “I have actually given you something like that before…”

You bit your lip, now wanting to kick yourself for making fun of the sweet yet idiotic, classic boyfriend gift. Heart jewelry, of course…

“And you really liked it… maybe almost as much as me,” he finished, and you watched as his blush deepened a few shades.

The waiter chose that moment to deliver your drinks, the conversation halting awkwardly before they took their leave once again.

“I really liked it?” You parroted, perplexed. There was no way you would find such a cheesy gift endearing enough to actually enjoy it.

Shouto adjusted himself in his chair, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes once again couldn’t meet yours, his fingertips tapping on the edge of the table. “Yeah it— it’s an anklet… it um, has my initials on the charm…” he mumbled, suddenly shy. “You seem to enjoy wearing it when we… when I— when I take you.”

“Oh.”

Your face felt on fire, neither of you brave enough to look each other in the eye following his confession. There wasn’t much you knew about your sex life with Shouto— though you assumed it to be very much alive, and healthily so— but just by the way he phrased that, your thighs were clenching together at the image your brain so kindly painted you.

Shouto was a big, strong man… one who was very proportional, as you recalled from the incident that occurred this morning. The thought of him taking you made your insides squirm with interest, fluttering at the premise of being stretched around him. You took another sip of your drink before the food thankfully arrived, allowing the pair of you to drop the conversation.

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After you finished eating, Shouto took you to the trader’s market around the corner. There were people crowding the streets and trickling through the crosswalks, even though it was a late morning on a Friday and most of the population should’ve been busying away at their jobs. The bustle of the city should’ve been overwhelming for you— Shouto kept you close to his side at all times, his gaze scrutinizing any looks that lasted too long toward your direction. And yet, you were having a blast, flittering about and exploring the vendors’ stands and the numerous trinket stalls that lined the busy square. His hand was always holding yours. Even when you got more invested in the items on display before you, his fingers would linger at your waist, making his relationship to you apparent to any bystanders.

Sunlight streamed down in between the tall buildings surrounding you, reflecting off the windows like mirrors and making you grateful for the shade of your hat. That made you extra thankful for the ghost of Shouto’s hand across your skin, welcoming the coolness exuding off of his right side. There was a light-hearted conversation between the pair of you, and many grannies waved you over to inspect their merchandise by calling out to the pair of lovebirds. The repeated label made Shouto puff up in pride, aiding him to stand tall and retain the advantage he had on you in terms of height.

Whenever your gaze lingered on something for a second too long, Shouto was instantly handing bills over to the merchants, insisting they take the change or at least tipping them appreciatively. By the time the two of you had visited every stall, numerous bags hung from his left arm, all precariously stacked so the fingers on his other hand could remain laced with yours.

He noticed your wary gaze on the bags, your expression giving your thoughts away immediately. “Don’t worry love,” he reassured, squeezing your fingers in his, “they’re no trouble at all.” At your attempt to grab a few and lessen the load, he pivoted and held them above your head. He frowned, keeping them out of reach as you continued your attempt, swatting at him gently.

“Just let me have one at least,” you pouted, your voice morphing into a little whine. That got him to grin, conceding and handing you the smallest, lightest bag of the bunch. He feigned ignorance when you shot him a playful glare in response, choosing now to steer you toward another topic instead.

“Would it ruin the date if we stopped by my office? I just need to drop off the folders I finished up last night, and the building is just a block over. It should only take a minute.”

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. “Sure,” you agreed, allowing his fingers to slip back into yours. Having your hand in his felt natural to you, the warmth of his skin welcomed. “I want to see your agency, anyway!”

It was a short walk to his workplace, as promised. The building was one of the tallest in the surrounding area, with sleek windows paneling all sides and reflecting the orange light of the barely-setting sun. The security guards didn’t bother the pair of you, Shouto acknowledging them with a nod as he slipped off his disguise. The elevator opened and Shouto flashed his badge at the sensor, then pushed the button for one of the floors higher up in the building.

In no time at all, the doors opened again and he led you past the couple secretaries that were perched behind their desks. You could feel their eyes glued to your back, and you were sure that the second you were safely located behind the glass doors to the hallway, they’d launch into discussion. The thought slipped your mind as you came round the corner, Shouto guiding you through the nearest door and ushering you into a large sitting room. Two doors were situated on either side of the room, long glass walls dividing the quarters. One door led to Shouto’s office, as designated by the nearby nameplate. The other you were about to read just as it opened, and a familiar, sharp-toothed redhead bounded toward the pair of you.

Immediately you grinned, ripping your hand from Shouto’s as you launched yourself at the famed Red Riot, one of Japan’s finest heroes lifting you off your feet in an enthusiastic embrace. Your laughs echoed around the room, Kirishima’s chuckles following as he spun you around. Shouto watched silently, a small frown adorning his lip while your gleeful laughs met his ears. He hadn’t heard such a sound in what seemed like forever, and even though he was not the cause of it, he couldn’t help but relish in it.

After a moment, Kirishima put you down and pulled Shouto in for a quick half-hug, patting him on the shoulder as his eyes then returned to you. “Well look who it is,” he grinned, his pointy teeth on display, hands landing on his narrow hips. “It’s so good to see you up and about, Y/n.”

“It’s good to see you too, Kiri,” you mirrored his expression, taking in his appearance.

Shouto watched your eyes rove over him, a sour taste developing at the back of his tongue. You had recognized Kirishima immediately— fondly, even— when it had taken hard work and ample time for you to warm up to him. It had taken a week for you to call him by his usual nickname, and yet, you called Kirishima by his own instantly. He could feel himself turning green at the realization, his frown remaining as his eyes sharpened in scrutiny.

“Wow,” you exclaimed after you had fully appraised the hero, even taking in the scarlet costume that had been updated since the last time you’d seen him. “You look great! Five years has really done you well, hmm? You’re totally ripped. Last time I saw you I swear you were shorter!”

Kirishima laughed and toed at the ground bashfully— never one to handle compliments very well. “Ah, thanks Y/n… gotta stay in shape when your costume has you shirtless all day, right?”

Shouto couldn’t help the envy that rose up inside of him as he watched you chatter eagerly with his coworker… even though he knew you had no control of what memories you lost, it still stung to watch you engage with and compliment another man. Especially when he hadn’t received such easy affection from you in much too long.

“You look much better, too,” Kirishima continued, glancing at Shouto as he picked up on the temperature drop in the room. Somehow you didn’t seem to notice the frost gathering on Shouto’s wrist as a result of his displeasure. “Erm— last time I saw you was in the hospital when you were still in your coma. I was so relieved to hear you woke up! Then I figured it would be easier for you if you didn’t have any visitors, though… that’s what your f— um, Shouto said would be best, anyway.”

At the mention of his name, you glanced at the half-and-half man beside you, shooting him a thankful smile that had his heart fluttering and his jealousy waning. He cleared his throat and nodded, casting a forced smile at the other hero. “Yes, well… I have to step into my office quickly, would you entertain her for a moment?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, but Shouto was already halfway through the door, leaving the pair of you slightly stunned. You could see him through the glass wall, eyes following him and wondering why his curt attitude left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“So um…” The redhead turned to look at you, prompting you to do the same. “You really lost all your memories of him?”

The question hit you like he had dunked you in ice cold water, and you stiffened up immediately. Kirishima panicked then, eyes growing wide and covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe I just blurted that out— I just… You guys are so in love, I can’t imagine you two not together,” he explained earnestly, his brow furrowed. His honesty made your stomach burst with butterflies, the premise of being loved by Shouto and being able to love him made you feel flustered as hell.

“We are together,” you clarified, and Kirishima nodded. “Just not as together as before, I guess? It’s just… he makes me feel so many things and I barely know him. But he knows me? Like, intimately. It feels like he knows me more than I know myself sometimes. I dunno, it’s just… complicated, Kiri.”

He smiled in understanding, eyes sympathetic as you spilled your troubles to him. It was nice talking to someone who wasn’t Shouto— as much as you liked him, talking to him was difficult because he made you fumble with your words. You said things you didn’t mean to say when you were with him. Kirishima continued, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you guys are crazy in love. Like, you’re the couple I aspire to be in some day.”

You grabbed his hand and grinned at that, his sincerity making your heart melt. “Awe, Kiri… It’s good to see you haven’t changed from how I remember you. You’re still the sweetest.”

Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just be yourself with him… I think it’ll put you both at ease. You’re really good for each other— he was devastated the whole time you were asleep.”

The admission made a lump appear in your throat, your eyes feeling glassy all the sudden.

“He hasn’t acted this frigid since his high school days… Long before he met you. I think you make him feel relaxed. I mean, that’s how he always looks when he’s with you, or thinking about you. I can tell when we’re on patrol and he’s daydreaming about you, ‘cus he’ll just walk right into a lamp pole.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image, cursing the timing when the door opened and Shouto stepped out, his eyes landing on you and then hardening as they moved to Kirishima. He stepped toward him, but you intercepted him and laced your arms around his middle instead, stopping him with your embrace.

Shouto faltered at the sudden display of affection, his cheeks growing hot as he locked gazes with Kirishima, his eyes then dropping to the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest. He was frozen mid-breath, completely still as you held him. His cool, clean scent swallowed you as you kept your head nuzzled into his front, his fingers limp as your hand found his.

With a small step back, you ceased your embrace, your fingers squeezing his tightly as your eyes captured his and you gave him a shy smile. His cheeks only darkened, the grimace that had occupied his face long gone and instead replaced with an awed blankness. His lips parted and moved pointlessly, as if he wanted to say something but no sound escaped him.

“It was nice catching up Kiri,” you said, eyes still locked with Shouto’s heterochromatic ones before you turned to the red hero, who was awkwardly looking to the side as he shuffled his weight between his feet.

Kirishima looked at you and laughed awkwardly once again. You began to exit with Shouto in tow behind you, the hero’s crimson gaze following the pair of you. “Ah, yeah, you too! Let’s meet up soon!”

Then the glass door closed, and you were once again in the vicinity of the secretaries' blatant gawking. You pointedly ignored them as you strode toward the elevator, with their soundlessly boss still trailing behind you. As you waited for the elevator to ascend to your floor, you caught Shouto looking at you funny in your peripheral vision. Yet when you turned to look at him, he only reached out and pulled you into his chest.

Caught by surprise, a meek noise slipped out of you before you collided with his pecs once again, his arms wrapping around you to secure you in place. He nuzzled into your hair and inhaled deeply, uncaring of the secretaries' stares.

Only when the elevator arrived did he pull away, to guide you inside and away from the prying eyes. When the doors were closed, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the crest of your cheek, a wisp of his peppermint-laced breath cooling your skin just as heat rushed there from his lips.

“Let’s go home, love,” Shouto murmured against your skin, knuckles nudging yours before your fingers curled around his. You nodded, holding his arm with your free hand and coming to stand by his side as the elevator rushed toward the ground. A peaceful moment of silence fell upon you and Shouto, giving you time for contemplation.

Any sane woman would've taken one look at Kirishima and felt at least a pinch of interest twirl inside her stomach. He was caring and handsome as they come, and yet he did absolutely nothing for you. Somehow when you were confronted with his chiseled abs and warm gaze, you felt less than when Shouto even glanced at you. You concluded that your body was definitely in love with him… and your heart longed to be the same. But part of you still had questions that needed to be resolved before you could really give yourself to him… and little did he know, you would find the answers to said questions so soon.

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ahh i love this sho so much, he’s trying so hard... poor babie 🥺 next part i will be much kinder to him <3 if you enjoyed please be sure to reblog and or leave me a comment •ᴥ•

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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chokemeanakin · 3 years ago

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Sick naps

Anakin Skywalker x Reader whump + fluff

I would like to formally apologize for being a whump whore, it’s all I’m in the mood for lately idk. someone needs to give me the flu so I can stop hyperfixating on it like fckn weirdo. anyway. enjoy.

(oh ya this lil fic was heavily inspired by this photo, I just wanna ram my face into this man’s tiddys so hard. I bet they’re so warm. Sheesh.)

Wc: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

You were sitting next to Anakin as he went over battle plans in a temple room; he was sitting with one ankle crossed over his knee, arms folded over his chest, robe drifting off his shoulders like a prince’s cape. His mouth was set in a little focused pout and his eyebrows were all drawn as he took in the swirling blue projections.

You thought you would just sit next to him for a while and keep him company, but he was taking longer than you expected and you were growing very tired.

He noticed you were slumping onto his shoulder a while ago, blinking slow with exhaustion. You had mentioned before that you were tired, and he liked the soft pressure of your head on his shoulder, so he let you rest there. Before long, the warmth of his shoulder pressing into your cheek and the steady rise and fall of his breathing rocked you fast asleep. He glanced over and saw your eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, and hands limp in your lap.

His face softened. It couldn’t be comfortable how you’re sleeping and he didn’t want your neck to hurt when you woke up. So he carefully maneuvered you onto his lap, hushing your small grumbles as you woke up little bit, realizing what he was doing.

His chest was a whole lot warmer than his shoulder though, and you melted into his body, protected from the chill of the room by his big arms.

He brought the edges of his robe up around you, cocooning you against his chest with your legs straddling his hips. Your hands wound themselves around his waist, hugging him close as you drifted back off to sleep.

Anakin knew it was past the usual time you went to sleep, but he still had some more work to do before he could take you back to your room. So he gently rested his chin on your shoulder and continued going over battle strategies, sacrificing one arm to type in some tweaks to the new starfighter blueprints.

It was nice like this, cuddled up in his arms, his body heat staving off the occasional chills that racked your body. His metal arm absentmindedly smoothed up and down the expanse of your back, softened by his leather glove. The security of his arms around you, his scent, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek had put you in a coma-like slumber.

But soon the cold spread, grew deeper, and it was as if your bones themselves were frozen. Not even the desert boy’s body heat could thaw you out. He noticed your trembling right away, and how you brought your hands up under your chin to conserve heat. They grasped at the material covering his chest, as if urging him even closer.

Against your wishes, he pulled back a few inches to glance at your face. It was no longer peaceful— instead there was a crease between your brows and your mouth was set in a firm pout. Quick, shuttering breaths left your parted lips, and your cheeks were flushed pink.

He brought the hand up that he was using to type, brushing the back of it against your forehead. Warm. His fingers trailed down the side of your face with the softness of a feather, using the pad of his thumb to brush your hair off your cheek and feel the heat of your blush underneath.

Definitely a fever.

How had he not noticed? You were unusually sluggish today, but wrote it off due to the rainy weather. Still, you had barely touched your dinner and complained of being cold long before the sun had set. Now, he felt awful for letting you stay up with him so late when you clearly weren’t feeling well.

Sighing inwardly, Anakin closed and locked the holo-projector. With the low hum of the machinery gone, he could clearly hear the little whimpers leaving your lips every so often. His heart ached at the sound, face morphing into one of concern and deep resentment for his neglectfulness.

Carefully, without waking you this time, he slid one arm under your thighs so that he could lift you up, keeping you secure to his chest with his other arm around your back. Instinctually, your arms wound themselves around his neck. He stood, hand rubbing soothing circles into the space between your shoulder blades as your shivers grew violent with the loss of his robe around you.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he hushed. “You’ll be in bed soon sweetheart, just hold on.”

With a flick of his wrist, the lights in the room powered off and he strode through the sliding doors, not bothering to check if anyone was roaming the halls this late at night. The walk to his room was brisk, the breeze of him walking sliding past your back, but he got there quick and set you down in a nest of blankets and pillows right away.

You sighed in content and rolled over to bury yourself deeper into his sheets, but he stopped you with a hand to the shoulder.

“Not yet baby, I need to take your temperature.”

He was gone for a moment and back in the next, urging your mouth open with a thumb on your lip, and subsequently your eyes too. You blinked at his adorable frown through bleary vision, holding the metal stick under your tongue before he took it out. His frown deepened at the number.

“Right, well it looks like you won’t be leaving this bed anytime soon.”

You groaned, throwing your head into the nearest pillow.

“S’not that bad,” your muffled voice argued, though your aching body said otherwise. Mostly you just didn’t want him to worry.

He chose to ignore you, instead putting the thermometer away and returning again with some medicine and a glass of water. He helped you sit up and take it, holding your back with his gloved hand and tipping the rim of the cup between your lips with his other. The seriousness on his face as he watched you swallow the pills had you thinking this was life or death, rather than a simple little cold.

“Sleep now,” he urged, tone softened as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Copy that, General,” you replied sluggishly, already lowering yourself back into the pillows. As an afterthought, you smooshed yourself right up against the leg that was resting on the bed, snaking your arms around his waist in hopes that he would take the hint.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing it would be better to let you rest up on your own while he got his affairs in order for tomorrow. But seeing your sweetly flushed face, hands reaching out for him, fingers grasping the material of his tabards— he couldn’t resist you.

Carefully, he kicked off his boots and swung his other leg over the side of the bed, fitting an arm around your shoulders and moving you onto his chest. With the drugs in your system making you sleepy and Anakin’s protective arms around you, it wasn’t long before you were limp and dreaming.

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biquid · 3 years ago

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Ayy so I wrote another Tiger and Bunny drabble! This time it's the hug we never got from them lol. Hope you enjoy!

Barnaby should still be in his hospital bed recovering right now, but unfortunately there just wasn’t time for that with the crisis that was happening. So much had happened while he was in a damn coma, and even though he knew there was nothing he could do about it now, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about it. Maybe if he hadn’t been so reckless with that bomb…

He shook the thought away as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, which was such a nice feeling right now because he had felt so gross and sweaty when he woke up, but that was to be expected since he was apparently out for two whole weeks! Once he finished up with his shower, he stepped out to towel off, but he had to balance himself on the towel rack because he got a sudden sharp pain in his head.

“Ahh…shit…” Barnaby gritted his teeth as he waited for the pain to pass, which thankfully didn’t take long. Yup, he should definitely still be recovering in that hospital bed. He had used his hundred power a few times to help himself recover, it wasn’t a cure-all by any means, but he didn’t really have much of a choice with everything going on.

Once the pain passed, he finished drying off before getting dressed and took a seat on one of the benches where his change of clothes had been sitting. He needed to join the others in the meeting room to plan their attack, but he also needed a second to just process everything; so, he sat there a moment and sighed, folding his hands together…just thinking. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but a small sound broke him out of his thoughts and he looked up towards the doorway to see Kotetsu standing there.

“Oh! Hey, Bunny. I was just uh…checking in.” Kotetsu said. “We’re all in the meeting room whenever you’re ready.”

“Ah, yeah. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Kotetsu nodded. “Okay uh, see you there.” He then turned away to leave, looking reluctant to do so.

The two of them hadn’t spoken much since Barnaby woke up, at least not one on one, but that was probably due to the crisis happening at the moment; and Barnaby could tell that Kotetsu was still worried, it was kind of hard to miss with the almost sad puppy-eyes that Kotetsu seemed to have every time he looked at him.

Barnaby sighed again. “Hey, Kotetsu?”

Kotetsu didn’t seem to have gotten very far because he was right back in the doorway in a second and it almost made Barnaby laugh. “Yeah, Bunny?”

Barnaby stood up and outstretched his arms, giving Kotetsu a soft, knowing smile. Yes, they really didn’t have much time for an emotional reunion, but Barnaby just…missed Kotetsu and he felt like the contact would help him, the both of them, feel better. Also, Barnaby was clean now and not marinating in his two-week-old coma sweat, so he didn’t feel hesitant about the close contact anymore, even though he knew Kotetsu wouldn’t have cared about that anyways.

Kotetsu’s eyes brightened and he took no time at all to close the gap between them as he ran over and threw his hands around Barnaby, pulling him in for a soft embrace. Barnaby let out another sigh, but one of content this time, and he let himself melt into the hug to reciprocate it. They stood there in silence for a moment, their breathing being the only sound that filled the room until suddenly Barnaby heard a soft sob over his shoulder and the hug tightened a little bit.

“Kotetsu?”

“Ah, sorry, Bunny.” Kotetsu sniffed. “I just uh…I was really worried…”

Barnaby’s eyes softened, feeling oddly flattered at those words, but he also felt a twinge guilt as well. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Kotetsu gave Barnaby another squeeze. “You don’t need to apologize, Bunny. I’m just glad you’re awake now.”

Barnaby knew it was irrational, but he still felt guilty nonetheless. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the stress Kotetsu had gone through for those two weeks, not knowing how long it’d take for him to wake up…if he ever woke up. Barnaby’s brows lowered and he titled his face slightly to bury it in Kotetsu’s shoulder, thankful that hadn’t been the case.

They stood there in the embrace for just a moment longer, and Barnaby even felt the faintest touch of his hair as Kotetsu softly stroked it. There wasn’t any time for this it at all, but it felt nice and relaxing, so he just let Kotetsu do it, figuring it was probably relaxing for him as well; and that was something they both desperately needed before they would inevitably have to run headfirst into danger again.

“You smell nice.” Kotetsu mumbled softly, the words made Barnaby flush and he was thankful his face was hidden from Kotetsu’s view at the moment.

“Don’t say such weird things, Old Man.” Barnaby muttered, face still partially buried in Kotetsu’s shoulder. Of course he smelled nice, he had just taken a shower.

Kotetsu chuckled. “Heh. Sorry, Bunny-chan.”

Barnaby playfully rolled his eyes at that, because of course he didn’t really mind, but he’d never admit that. Sadly, the hug only lasted a bit longer before Kotetsu started to pull away, and Barnaby felt very reluctant to do so. This is exactly why he didn’t want to waste time with an emotional reunion, because he knew he wouldn’t want it to end so soon, but they had more important matters to attend to.

“Don’t worry, Bunny.” Kotetsu said, seemingly noticing the disappointed look on Barnaby’s face. “We’ll hug more once we defeat those creepy bastards.”

Barnaby gave a soft smile. “Yeah, yeah.” He said passively, but he was very much looking forward to it.

#tiger and bunny #tiger and bunny 2 #taibani #tiger and bunny spoilers #tiger & bunny #quid's fics

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maria-akira · 4 years ago

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how you meet the ahs boys + their reaction while you're having a class - PART 1

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hey yall im back again 🧍🏻‍♀️ is this what you call a headcanon?? idk BAHAHSHHA. anyways i've had this idea in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it to yall, so i hope you guys like it 😌

these also have a little back story on how you guys meet !!

also, special mention to @tatestripedsweater for helping me give ideas with jimmy's part !! thank you so much mwah 🥺❤

warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

please excuse any errors !

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~♡ TATE LANGDON:

before the pandemic, you and your family have moved into the murder house.

the house gave your family a very odd vibe, but nonetheless all of you had to bear with it because it was sold for a cheap price.

but when the pandemic arrived the country, you were stuck at home 24/7. thus, classes were online.

you met tate because of your father. tate was one of his patients and the both of you grew close.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

tate would randomly barge in your room while having a class and you would jump out of shock.

"Jesus, Tate. Stop scaring me like that!"

tate would giggle and lay on your bed, observing the lesson that the teacher rambled about.

while you're writing notes, he would stand up and take a chair from some part of your room and sit beside you.

knowing that tate is clingy, you would warn him not to bug you and behave while you listened in class.

of course, he doesn't listen and he would place his head on your shoulder and eventually would cuddle you.

"Taaate, please let me focus."

luckily, you always keep your camera off.

"Mmm, no. I enjoy bugging you."

~♡ KIT WALKER:

one time, you were driving to school on your own and you were almost running out of gas.

luckily, you saw a gas station nearby and decided to get a fill before heading to school. and there, you met kit.

when you first laid your eyes on kit, you thought that he was the prettiest man ever. you couldn't let this chance slip, thus, you exchanged numbers with him.

you talked all day and night, the both of you were so inlove with each other and you finally decided to introduce him to your parents.

your parents loved him and you were so, so happy.

but when the pandemic came, it affected your relationship with kit.

since all schools and unis were closed down, everything went online.

when kit stayed over, he couldn't spend a lot of time with you because you had to attend classes early in the morning, till afternoon.

"Can you stay in bed with me for a little bit, darling?"

unfortunately, you woke up late that day and you missed 10 minutes of your first class. and just like that, you were stuck to your desk until afternoon.

"Kit baby, I'm sorry. I'm late for my first class. Maybe later, okay?"

as much as kit hated this whole online class thing, he would always find a way to cheer you up.

thus, he would cook you breakfast and bring it over to your room.

"C'mere, I'll feed you while you listen and write down notes."

~♡ KYLE SPENCER (PRE DEATH AND POST DEATH) :

PRE DEATH:

madison, your friend, had bugged you all week to go with her to this college frat party near your house.

you weren't the party type. you loved staying at home, watching netflix or reading some sort of fan fiction on wattpad.

but you hated being single. so, this was your chance to actually get a boyfriend.

when you arrived at the party, you immediately hated it. everything was so loud and everyone was drinking, it was definitely a new sight for you.

you were sitting on a couch that was in the balcony, with a red cup that was filled with punch. you loved being away from the commotion.

this is where you met kyle, it was love at first sight. the both of you had so much in common and you thought that he was the man of your dreams.

you exchanged snapchats and from there, you were partners-in-crime.

you and kyle had stopped going to parties ever since the pandemic arrived, which means you got to see each other less.

since the both of you were students, both of your classes went online.

one time, kyle had no classes for a day and he decided to surprise you.

that day, you were having an online presentation. both your camera and microphone were on.

"Rene Descartes was the Father of Modern Philosophy—"

as you were presenting the slide show, you were cut off by kyle's presence infront of your desk.

"I brought you food, baby!"

you would shush him and suddenly turn off your mic.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. My boyfriend arrived and I—"

kyle would go beside you and kiss you on your cheek, your classmates and teacher cooing over it.

"Miss, you better give my girlfriend a good grade."

POST DEATH:

*pretend that he survived the bus accident and had a coma, because we arent involving witchcraft here*

kyle and his fraternity were on a bus that was going to some college event at school.

on the way there, you guys snapped each other and his friends would talk to you as well.

unfortunately, they got in an accident and the bus was flipped over.

a few students, including kyle, survived the accident.

when you heard this news, you cried your heart out and you didnt talk to anyone in your family.

you and your family visited the hospital and you rushed to kyle's room, it broke your heart to see tubes in him, with machines that beeped like there was no tomorrow.

when the doctor said that kyle was in a coma, your heart sank in the deepest part of your body.

this made you stay 24/7 with him until he was discharged.

when he was discharged from the hospital, he was not his usual self. the bubbly, energetic kyle was gone. instead, he was so confused with everything.

kyle's mom made him stay with you until he got his memory back, and you were more than glad to help.

but this took a toll on your studies because your classes were online due to a pandemic.

everyday in class, you would let kyle sit beside you and let him observe what you were doing.

"We're in Science class, Kyle. You were really good in Science, you helped me alot with my homeworks."

most of the time, you would help kyle develop his speech and his writing. but it was difficult for you.

"S-Sci... S-Sci-en.. ce?"

"Yes, Kyle! Good job, now one more time."

~♡ JIMMY DARLING:

ever since you were a kid, you loved going to carnivals, your parents would always bring you there every weekend.

there were carnivals almost everywhere, and your family brought you to all of them.

to you, each carnival was unique. the clowns and magicians in each carnival had different tricks up their sleeve.

but as you grew up, these carnivals slowly went out of business. except for one, which was elsa's cabinet of curiosities.

you decided to visit it one day just for a trip down memory lane, you never really had expectations for this place.

when you arrived there, there were a few people that were seated.

the show started and it instantly made you smile, they reminded you of your younger days. oh how you wished to be a child again.

you watched through a few acts, and the last act was a man named jimmy darling

when he came on stage, you locked eyes with him. there was something about him that really struck you.

after the performance ended, jimmy ran over to you and got your number. from there, you always talked and you would visit him regularly.

the regular visits stopped when the pandemic struck the country, forcing entertainment establishments, schools and unis to close down.

for the mean time, all your classes went online. you told jimmy that he could stay with you until things went back to normal.

on an early tuesday morning, you were in english class. jimmy was with your parents preparing breakfast, and you were falling asleep while your teacher discussed about the odyssey.

unlike tate, jimmy would always knock on your door. as his mom always taught, never enter anyone's room without knocking.

jimmy would giggle at your sleeping sight, your head lowered and your hair messed up.

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up! You're in class."

jimmy's timing was perfect. as he woke you up, you were called by the teacher.

"Miss Y/N, Do you think Odysseus was loyal to his wife?"

obviously, you panicked. but jimmy was there to save you. since jimmy was fond of reading, he finished the book and he whispered the answer to you before you could turn on your mic.

"No, Ma'am. Odysseus had an affair with Calypso and Circe."

once you got your teacher's approval, you turned off your microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky that I'm here to help you."

jimmy would joke and you would jump up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"I'm always lucky to have you, baby."

~♡ DANDY MOTT

at a young age, you were exposed to different types of fabrics. denim, silk, corduroy, neoprene. they name it, you've probably seen it.

your mother worked as a fashion designer. she managed to open a shop in the city and it was a great success for you and your family.

your mother has styled famous models. because of this, the shop was promoted and broadcasted all over the country. one day when you came from school, you saw a long line outside the shop.

that day, the staff count was low. there were only 5 employees instead of 10. you didn't exactly know why, so you decided to help.

after what felt like several hours, the long line finally dissolved into 2 customers, which was a mother and her son. they looked through the shop and the mother instantly loved everything.

her son, on the other hand, was trying on this lilac tux that your mother made.

you assisted her son and when you locked eyes, the both of you smiled. you entertained him throughout his shopping spree and the both of you never broke eye contact.

this was how you met dandy. he made the first move by getting your number, and of course you gave it back.

from there, the both of you talked day and night, even when you were in school.

since dandy's mother, gloria, loved your mother's shop so much, she would invite you and your mother regularly to her mansion.

gloria and your mother got along very well, and it was like gloria was your second mother.

so when your mother went to paris for a fashion show, she let you stay in gloria's mansion until she came back.

but to your dismay, your mother was not able to come back due to a pandemic that was all over the world. flights, establishments, and schools closed down.

of course you were sad, but you didn't worry so much because gloria treated you like her real daughter.

classes were online and you were forced to attend them everyday in the shared room you had with dandy.

since you had to get ready for class early in the morning, you would quietly get out of bed because dandy was sometimes a light sleeper.

it was around 8am and you were in math class. in your school, cameras were required to be turned on at all times. you thought this was a shit rule, but you had no choice to comply.

you were drawing some circles with a compass for an example that was being discussed by your teacher, when all of a sudden dandy was beside you.

"Dandy, sweetie, what are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.."

dandy would pout at the lack of attention that you were giving him. since he loved holding your hand, you let him hold your other hand that you didn't use for writing.

"You're doing Math instead of cuddling with me!"

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i'm actually super proud of this omg !! i hope yall enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺❤

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klvbxlove · 3 years ago

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worried (yu x gn! reader)

a/n: God, i’ve got so many ideas for persona 4 fanfics so y’all might see some coming soon LMAO. but no worries, i’ll try my best to write more iida drabbles as well (of course, i could never forget my number one anime husbando. but i’ll be honest, kanji might take his place very soon? maybe? huehuehue). anyways, i saw some persona 4 requests in my inbox (which i did not expect, haha), but i’ll try my best to get to them whenever possible! so until then, enjoy this yu drabble :)

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): angst, hurt/comfort

trigger warning(s): mentions of car accidents, mentions of injuries

summary: after being a coma from a car accident, you finally woke up, much to the huge relief of your family and friends, especially yu.

word count: 2.6k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(e/c) = eye color (l/n) = last name (y/n) = your name

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

Today should have been another day of you and the Investigation Team hanging out with Yu. He had come back to Inaba a few days ago for another (surprisingly long) break, and you were excited to see him again.

But unfortunately, no. That day did not happen.

Instead, you found yourself in a hospital room. You had woken up almost a week ago, having no idea what had happened. All you remembered is that as soon as you got the strength to sit up from your hospital bed, you felt nothing but excruciating pain. And when you looked down at your body, your (E/C) eyes widened at the extent of your injuries. You were in terrible condition.

Then a few minutes later, the nurses and doctors rushed into your room in complete shock when they realized you woke up. At first, you were confused. But then they explained everything. From what you could recall, you were hanging out with your friends when you saw Yu’s younger cousin, Nanako, standing in the road. Realizing there was a car heading towards her, your instincts caught up with you, and you quickly pushed the younger girl out of the way, which ultimately resulted in you getting hit.

Unfortunately, the impact was so severe that you had slipped into a coma. Even with the surgery (which luckily was a success), you were still fighting for your life. The staff had no idea if you would even wake up.

Your eyes widened in shock. However, the one thing that made your shock worse was when one of the doctors said that there was a chance you would have died due to the severity of your injuries. “Consider yourself lucky,” one of the doctors said, “Because if not, well, there would not be much we could have done to save you,”

You were in disbelief. You could have died?!

WHAT THE HELL?!

You swear, you almost thought your jaw dropped. You did not even know how long you laid there in bed, thinking of the word ‘died.’

D-I-E-D.

There was nothing but silence (you could almost hear a pin drop) for a few minutes after taking in the news.

Then you heard that your family and friends knew of the accident and you would be able to have visitors in a few days. But all you could do was think about how injured you were. It was bad enough that you were in this condition. However, you could not wrap your brain around the fact that you might have been dead.

And then your family would have to set up a funeral for you, bury your body underground, and you would be there until the end of time.

Maybe you would even have a spirit in whatever place you ended up after death.

Oh God, you could not even think to imagine how your family and friends would react. Especially the Investigation Team--

Wait a minute. The Investigation Team!

Now the worry was starting to kick in. You just realized that you have not heard from your friends since you woke up. Not at least one thing from one of the members (and nothing from Nanako either!). You had no idea if anyone had told them what happened to you when you arrived or the fact that you were alive. Hell, you would not be surprised if they thought you were still in a coma and would be for who knows how long.

You sighed, the apprehension still in you. Today was certainly not your day. You just wanted to be able to hang out with Yu again before he had to go back to Tokyo (even though it was a long way from now). But you had no idea when you would be able to leave the hospital! Not for a while, that was for sure. You might as well try to dwell in pure boredom.

Oh yeah, and also try to ignore the pain. You might have felt slightly better for the past few days, but the agony was still shooting in almost every part of your body. You could only hope that all of this will be over soon. And then later, when you were finally feeling better, you would be back home with your family.

“(L/N)?”

You were in the middle of messing with your bedsheets when you heard your name. Looking up, you saw one of the nurses giving you a small smile as she stood next to your bed. You did not even remember hearing her walk towards you. I guess you got a little too caught up with your bedsheets. “How are you feeling now, sweetheart? Any more pain or anything?”

You looked off to steal a glance at one of the hospital walls. The pain was still there, but it was not bothering you compared to the day you woke up. You could say that you were fine (mostly), but you could not find the strength to tell the nurse for some reason. No, you did not care that you looked like you were staring off into the distance pondering about life.

“(L/N)? Are you alright?”

The voice brought you back to reality, and you saw the nurse looking at you with a somewhat concerned look on her face.

“Oh, sorry. I’m fine, for now,” you said, “No pain or anything,”

“Alright,” the nurse smiled in relief. “I know the staff and I keep telling you this so many times, but if you begin to feel pain or need any assistance, you let someone know, okay?”

“I know, thank you,” you nodded.

“Of course,” the nurse looked over at the door, “Now, you got a visitor who wants to see you. Well, he and a couple of his other friends wanted to see you for a while. We had to tell them no since you were still in a coma at the time, but they were determined to go to your room,” she chuckled sheepishly.

“Who is it?” you asked. The last time you knew, your family members had visited first.

“Yu Narukami, one of your classmates,” the nurse answered. “Would you like me to let him in?”

You blinked before nodding. “Yeah, sure,”

It was only a few seconds of silence you faced in your hospital room. During that timespan, you began to feel nervous about your friend being in the same room as you without the Investigation Team (wherever they were). Your heart was almost beating at the thought of it, and you could feel a blush on your cheeks; if you were capable of blushing, that is.

But before you knew it, you instantly recognized the familiar gray-haired male as he walked inside.

Upon his eyes glancing upon you, Yu’s eyes widened. “(Y-Y/N),” he said, “You’re awake.”

You nodded, giving him a weak smile and waving with your free hand. “Yep, I am.”

Yu walked over to sit at the chair next to your bed. “How have you been lately?”

“Slightly better compared to when I woke up, but only slightly,” you replied honestly. “Still feeling some pain. Hopefully, when I get out of the hospital, I’ll feel much better.”

“That’s good to hear,” Yu gave you a small smile.

Then you paused. “How about the others? Are they okay?--” And of course, there was another person you were worried about, “--What about Nanako? Is she hurt?”

“No need to worry, everyone is alright, just a bit shook up after the incident, though,” Yu said, letting out a light chuckle. “Nanako only had some bruises on her legs when you pushed her out of the way, but that was only it. Everyone would have come to visit you alongside me today, but they got busy. And Nanako came down with some sickness. Not the flu or anything major, but we decided to let her rest until she recovers. They promised they would find the time to visit you when they can.”

You sighed in relief. “At least no one else was hurt. As much as I hate being in the hospital in pain, it’s better than seeing Nanako here for the same reason. I think that would hurt more than my injuries, and they hurt like hell, you know?”

“But being treated for severe injuries in the hospital is still frightening, (Y/N),” Yu pointed out, “Everyone watched as you got hit by the car. It was awful, you know? You were bleeding so much from your head, too.” The gray-haired male felt like he was about to wince in pain, seeing the injuries you had.

“Yeah, I honestly dunno much of what happened after getting hit, other than feeling immense pain,” you admitted, scratching your cheek, “I could only hear muffled voices, but that was it. And then I just closed my eyes. Must have slipped into that coma or something afterward.”

“Maybe you did.”

Moments of silence passed, and Yu felt a knot in his stomach. It had been like that for almost a week. Every time he would think of you in your hospital room in a coma, he would have to go somewhere else alone to relieve his thoughts. But even then, it still was not enough to help him. How could he even talk about his feelings to someone? Yu was aware he had the other members on the Investigation Team to talk to, but he could see them struggling.

There was only one person he could talk to about it.

“(Y/N), I-- Listen,” Yu spoke up in seriousness. Once you looked up at him after staring at your cast, he continued, “I have no idea how else I’m going to begin talking about this. But do you realize how happy I-- no, we are that you’re alive?”

Huh?

Okay, that took me off guard.

You had to admit you were puzzled. How were you supposed to answer that? It was not as if you could put yourself in the shoes of one of your friends. You did not even know what it was like to wait for someone to come out of their coma. So really, you could only shrug at his question.

“I remembered when the nurses told us you slipped into a coma and you would need surgery," Yu continued, "God, we were just in shock. No one said anything; you could hear a pin drop in the waiting room. But as soon as they left us alone, we just started crying, you know. Silently, though. But Teddie was the only one wailing.

“And Nanako?” Yu paused a bit before picking back up, “Well, at first, she looked like she was trying to hold back her tears. That is until we went back to my house. She just started sobbing, saying how it was her fault that you were hurt. She blamed herself for being on the road since she knew it was dangerous. Of course, we kept telling her that it wasn’t her fault, but it was no help. Not even Uncle was able to calm Nanako down, and so she just cried until she fell asleep.”

If your heart could physically break, it might as well be in a million pieces by now. Your injuries were suddenly hurting way less than seeing Nanako sobbing.

Meanwhile, Yu looked down at his lap as he felt himself about to shake. “It hurts so much just seeing her upset. And Nanako still blames herself to this day. By that point, it felt like there was not anything else the rest of us could do other than to dwell in sadness. We even had to wait to visit you at the time since the nurses wouldn’t allow any visitors. I just hated not knowing if you were going to live. I hated thinking that there was a chance you would die.”

Something caught your eyes.

Teardrops.

They were coming out of his eyes and falling onto his lap.

You could even hear small cries coming from him.

Oh God, no.

Why did this hurt a lot?

“DAMN IT!”

You felt yourself jump hearing Yu yell out like that. But what startled you most (it made a squeal come out of you) was when the gray-haired male suddenly engulfed you into a warm hug. The grip was not tight enough to where you could not breathe, but you could tell he was holding onto you as if you were going to slip out of his reach. Yu rested his head against your shoulder, and you were beginning to feel tears staining your hospital gown. It did not even matter that there were butterflies in your stomach.

“D-Damn it, (Y/N),” you heard his voice almost cracking, “You gave us a scare there! I know it would be rude to blame you for getting into that accident since you weren’t asking to get hit by a car. And, of course, I am incredibly thankful that you saved Nanako from getting hurt. But still! I could go over and over again about how relieved we were when we heard you had woken up. We thought it would never happen and that you would never make it.”

“Yu...”

You felt tears in the corners of your eyes. Damn, you were getting emotional. If there was one thing you hated, it was seeing someone close to you (especially if it was someone you loved) so upset that they cried. And that was what Yu was doing. So you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back. His grip on you tightened, but you did not care. All you wanted was for him to let out his tears.

Once his cries had turned into sniffles, he lifted his head to make eye contact with you. You could feel your tears pouring out just seeing his tears. You cupped his cheeks with your hands.

“I’m sorry about that, (Y/N),” Yu mumbled.

“No need for an apology,” you assured him. “I know how you-- no, I know I’ll never fully understand what it was like for you guys after the car accident. I mean, how could I? But still, I had no intention of scaring you guys.”

More silence passed. God, you had no idea what to say at that point. You had no idea how your other friends had been coping through this time, but it was evident there were tears shed. Besides Nanako, you did not even want to imagine their disheartened faces. You knew that you had to comfort Yu in some way. But how?

You sighed.

Saying this might as well work.

“Look...Yu, listen to me,” you found your voice as you looked into his eyes. “I know you and the others are still upset. I get it. But please don’t go dwelling on the past anymore, okay? Yes, it was a scary situation that should NOT have happened-- it sucked that it even occurred right when you were visiting us --but in the end, I’m alright. Of course, it will take a while for me to recover, but I will do my best to get through this as quickly as possible for you and everyone else.

“So please,” your thumbs began to gently wipe at Yu’s on pouring tears, “don’t cry anymore. I promise you I’ll be alright.”

That was when a sudden bolt of bravery came from inside you. So you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek.

You spoke every word as if you meant it (because you did!). You no longer wanted to be a burden to everyone around you. You worried your family and friends enough in the hospital, so the least you could do was make it through your recovery. All you could hope was for Yu to be reassured by everything you said.

And thankfully, it worked as he gave you a nod and a tearful smile (you could almost see a light blush covering his cheeks from the kiss). Yu hugged you again, placing his forehead against your shoulder. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he mumbled, “Thank you so much,”

“You’re welcome,” you whispered.

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sunrisefairy · 4 years ago

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Don’t forget me

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Y/N and George were in a car accident, leaving Y/N in a coma. George isn’t sure if their life will go back to normal.

Warning: Car accident, mention of broken bones, a few swear words, sad George.

A/N: this was longer then I planned for it to be, it’s a little one the angsty side but worth it I swear.

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 message me if you would like to be added!

Hope you enjoy.

Italics signify a flashback.

George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this worried and scared, actually the second Wizarding War would be a close contender. But right now, he couldn’t think about anything else besides you laying unconscious in a hospital bed.

George’s leg bounced up and down in the waiting room chair. What was meant to be a romantic date night turned into nightmare.

“Merlin, I think I’m going to explode with how full I am right now. That was the best risotto I’ve ever had.” Y/N moans, relaxing in the passenger seat as George chuckles and pulls out of the parking spot.

The redhead rests his hand on Y/N’s leg, concentrating on the snow filled road. “We definitely need to have date nights more often.”

The couple had been dating for almost 6 years having met at Hogwarts. George had worked up the courage to ask the H/C haired girl out, she had said yes, and the rest was history.

“I won’t say no to that, especially if you pay” Y/N jokes and squeezes Georges hand.

George glances over at Y/N who is staring out the window watching the snow fall. He can’t believe how lucky he is, Y/N is by far the most gorgeous girl he’s every laid his eyes on.

Y/N turns to face him having sensed his gaze on her. George swears he had only been looking at the beauty next to him for a moment, but his heart stops when he sees Y/N’s eyes widen and his name escaping from her lips, drawing his attention back to the road. George panics when his brain registers the bright lights of a truck right in front of them, gripping the steering wheel with both hands he tries to swerve out of the way, causing the car to flip and crash into a nearby tree.

“Any news yet dear?” George looks up to see his mum, Molly standing in front of him with a cup of water in an outstretched hand. He just shakes his head, taking the cup.

“Still in surgery” George sighs rubbing his eyes, Y/N had been in surgery by the time George woke up in the hospital bed. Molly and Fred had been waiting for him to wake up, they looked equally distraught. George hadn’t been told much of the details surrounding Y/N, only she had been taken straight into the operating room when they arrived.

George groans leaning back into the rather uncomfortable plastic chair. His arm is wrapped in a sling, doctors said he had broken his collarbone and his legs and arms were covered in multiple cuts and bruises but that was the extent of his injuries.

“She’s gonna be okay mate. Its Y/N we’re talking about, she’s a fighter” The voice comes from Fred, George hadn’t notice when he returned from his mission to find some decent food, not that George really cared to eat anything right now.

“Y/N L/N?” it’s the doctor speaking now, he is standing in front of them, clipboard in hand with a rather serious look on his face which might just be his permanent expression.

George jumps to his feet eager to know something, anything, he needs to know if Y/N is okay. His throat is dry, and it feels like a razor blade when he swallows, he’s 80% sure he might be sick or pass out from the worry, but he doesn’t care. Molly grab his hand in comfort, George finds himself squeezing it back.

George is having a hard time understanding what the doctor is saying, his brain feels fuzzy and he can only comprehend bits and pieces of the conversation. He can make out ‘Y/N is out of surgery’ and ‘brain swelling’ and ‘induced coma’ and George feels his legs give way.

Fred is at his side pulling him back up, “c’mon Georgie, we can go see her.”

Y/N’s giggles fill the air “Georgie, stop! Anyone could walk around the corner and find us.”

George’s hands are under Y/N’s school shirt, caressing her sides while his mouth is attacking her neck leaving as many dark bruises as he can, “I don’t care, I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when she looks this ravishing.”

Y/N moans quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as her hands thread through the redhead’s soft hair tugging lightly.

“I love you,” Y/N breathes out before she can stop herself. She stiffens, clamping a hand around her mouth. They couple hadn’t shared those words with each other yet, only been dating for a few months. “pretend I didn’t say that.” Y/N tries to backtrack, worried she gone and scared George.

By now George has moved from his original position and is looking down at Y/N searching her eyes.

“Say it again.”

Y/N hesitates, “I love you.”

George grabs her face in his giant hands and begins peppering soft kisses all over her face, “again” he mumbles against her skin.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” The short girl giggles.

Eventually George stops his attack on his girlfriend, “I love you too. Please don’t ever stop saying you love me.”

“Promise."

George reckons if it was quieter the world might be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His pace quickens as he looks at the room numbers, 205, 207, 209 and then 211. Once he enters the cold, white room he sees Y/N, laying in the hospital bed, covering in tubes.

“Godric,” he rushes over to his girlfriend’s side, clinging onto her hand and brushing some hair away that’s fallen onto her face. “baby.”

“I’m aware Doctor Anderson has already spoken with you Mr. Weasley, but Miss L/N here is in an induced coma due to the swelling against her brain. While she isn’t awake, I’m sure she can hear you.” The nurse notes before slipping out of the room.

“Baby, you have no idea how scared I’ve been. I miss you so much, I need you to get better so you can wake up and tell me how much of an idiot I am for driving in the snow. I am so sorry. Darling I am such a fucking idiot. Merlin, that should be me laying in a coma right now.” George babbles on and on for what feels like hours, his tears dried against his cheeks. At some point he falls asleep in the chair beside your bed, still clinging onto your hand.

“Happy birthday darling,” George says handing a very confused Y/N a small yellow wrapped box.

“Georgie my birthday isn’t for another few months” She grabs the box and slowly unwraps it, slightly nervous about what’s inside, Georges gift giving can be very unpredictable, most of them result in some sort of prank.

“I know but I couldn’t wait any longer to give you this present, seeing as you just finished school and all.”

Y/N tosses the wrapping paper aside and carefully lifts the lid of the tiny box; inside she sees a single key. “a key?”

“To my apartment” George answers, “I want you to move in with me and Fred.”

Y/N gazes up at her boyfriend surprised, “really? You want me to move in with you?”

“Of course, I can’t stand being away from you a moment longer. So… what do you say?”

Y/N has tears forming in her eyes, she has never felt love like this before and she prays it always stays this way forever. “Of course I’ll move in with you, silly!’ Y/N exclaims wrapping her arms around George’s neck.

George realises a breath he didn’t know he was holding “I was worried you might say no, thought maybe you think you’d get sick of me.”

Y/N shakes her head and nuzzles her face into Georges chest, “could never get sick of you babe, you’re stuck with me forever.”

It’s been a week? Maybe 2 or is it 3? George isn’t really sure how long its been, he’s spent every day in the hospital since the accident, the days seem to blur together. Fred has brought him some clothes here and there and convinced him to go home to shower a few times because ‘you smell like actual trash, probably doing some damage to Y/N’s nose with your stench’.

The doctors said the swelling in Y/N’s brain had improved and decided to bring her out of the medically induced coma. George has been persistent in asking when his girlfriend will wake up but only receiving an unhelpful reply of ‘it’s hard to tell, could take some time’. So, George decided he’d make sure he was by Y/N’s side for when she wakes up, not wanting her to be confused about her surroundings.

George has been tracing patterns onto the back of Y/N’s soft hand, quietly humming a tune to one of her favourite songs when she wakes up.

“Uh, excuse me?” Y/N’s voice came out croaky.

George’s head snapped up, “Oh merlin! You’re awake! You’re awake! Oh I’ve missed you baby!” he rushes to say as he’s clicking the nurses button to notify them.

Y/N scrunches up her eyebrows, feeling confused and eyes darting around the room. George is back at her side gripping her hand so tightly he doesn’t notice Y/N flinch slightly.

“How are you feeling darling? Are you in pain?” The redhead asks.

Y/N is in a tremendous amount of pain, her neck is aching, her wrist feels sore and stomach hurts when she breathes but she isn’t focused on any of that, all she is focused on right now is this man in front of her, this stranger.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/N whispers out, her throat stopping her from speaking any louder.

“What?” George squeaks dropping Y/N’s hand. At this moment the nurse comes into the room to tend to Y/N. George feels like he’s suffocating, he throat feels tight and dry and he can’t seem to breathe.

The nurse peeks at him noticing his pale face, “Mr. Weasley are you okay?”

“She-she doesn’t remember me.” He says not sure if the nurse heard. “She doesn’t know who I am.” He says louder this time.

The nurse looks taken back and begins asking Y/N questions, ‘what’s your name?’, ‘can you tell me what year it is?’.

George doesn’t wait to hear the answers, instead rushing out the room and heading outside, needing air. He quite literally bumps into Fred outside the hospital who was on his way to deliver him some food. The older twin notices his brothers horrified expression.

“Woah, is everything okay George? Is it Y/N? is she awake?” George’s breathing starts to quicken, he’s losing his grip on reality, he feels like he’s falling and he doesn’t know what to do. “Georgie mate look at me. Okay, just breathe buddy. Like this.” Fred takes some slow exaggerated deep breaths trying to calm down his brother. George’s eyes meet Fred’s and starts to copy him, which eventually slows down his heart rate and calms him down.

“Okay now can you tell me what’s going on?” Fred enquires.

George feels the hot fat tears running down his face as he wraps his arms around his brother, “she doesn’t remember me, Freddie. She doesn’t know who I am."

“Okay now are you going to tell us why you randomly dropped by?” Arthur asks as the 3 of them sit around the kitchen table, sipping at his tea.

“Not that we don’t love having you over dear.” Molly adds sending Arthur a glare.

George clears his throat looking between the 2, he knows his mum is going to flip. “I’ve decided I’m going to propose to Y/N.”

Molly squeals and pulls her son into a bone crushing hug, “oh my boy! This is amazing news. I’m so happy.” Arthur pats him on the back, “congratulations, we’re so proud of you.”

George chuckles as Molly pulls away, wiping the tears off her face.

Molly begins asking a million questions ranging from when George is planning on popping the question to how. “I haven’t decided yet, kind of waiting for the right time.”

Molly couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. Y/N was perfect for her boy, since they first started dating in school Molly had an inkling it was the real deal and they’d end up getting married. George’s face would light up whenever Y/N was mentioned in a conversation and when he invited her over to spend the summer at the Burrow for the first time, he always had his hand in hers or holding her waist, stealing kisses whenever he could. It made Molly insanely happy to see how smitten her son was with Y/N.

“You tell us as soon as you her ask okay?” Molly insisted pointing a finger at George.

“I will, you’ll be the first to know.”

George is back in Y/N’s hospital room with Fred by his side. They’ve passed Doctor Anderson on their way up who explained Y/N’s situation. Retrograde amnesia, she can’t remember the last 7 years of her life, ultimately her life with George. The doctor mentioned her memory may come back, with brain injuries it’s hard to tell, but there is the chance that it won’t and that terrifies George. Doctor Anderson said that in a few days once Y/N is feeling better she can go home, he says it best for her to get back into her normal routine as soon as possible.

Y/N’s eyes look between the 2 identical men standing in front of her. They look vaguely familiar, like older versions of boys she used to know from school. After the redhead ran out of the room earlier the nurse and doctor filled Y/N in on her situation. Y/N was completely shocked to find out that she’s forgotten 7 years of her life, she isn’t some teenager at Hogwarts anymore and that is kind of freaking her out to be honest. The 2 redheads in front of her have yet to say anything and its annoying Y/N, she senses they are scared to speak to her, as if she might break.

“Oh my godric will one of you please something” Y/N finally huffs out annoyed.

The twin on the left, who isn’t the one Y/N ‘met’ earlier clears his throat and speaks “so I’m guessing you don’t remember us. Uh- I’m Fred and this is George, my brother.” Fred finds this unbelievably hard having to introduce himself to someone he’s known for years. Since Y/N and George started dating at Hogwarts him and Y/N had become pretty close friends.

“Fred and George” Y/N whispers, that does sound familiar. “Nice to meet you” Y/N pauses “re-meet you?”

Fred gives a light-hearted chuckle.

Y/N is filled with an ample amount of questions, she doesn’t know where to begin. “So how do I know you both? I mean we must be close if you’ve been waiting at the hospital for me.”

Y/N notices the twin on the right, George, looking like he’s in physical pain. Fred and George share a knowing look with each other before the younger twin starts to speak.

“Um, we met at Hogwarts actually and became pretty close,” he clears his throat and Y/N waits patiently for him to continue “you and me are… we’re actually dating.”

There’s an awkward tension in the air, no one can find the right words to speak. Fred has sat down on the wooden chair next to Y/N’s bed kind of regretting his decision to be here for moral support. George hasn’t moved from his position at the foot of the hospital bed, hand in his pocket staring down at his shoes.

“Oh” Y/N manages, “for how long?”

George inform Y/N that they’ve been officially dating for 5 almost 6 years, that they also live together in a flat above Fred and George’s joke shop which Y/N sometimes works at to help the boys. It feels strange for Y/N to hear about her life when none of it sounds familiar.

A few days later Y/N is standing in the living room of the flat, looking around at the photo frames hung up on the wall. Many of them include her, one in particular catches her eye. It’s a photo of her and George at the beach, George looks the same as he does now so Y/N guesses it may have been from the past summer. George has his arm around her waist tickling her sides as Y/N throws her head back laughing then George plants a sloppy kiss against her cheek. They look so happy, so in love. Y/N’s heart aches.

“I’ll show you to the bedroom if you like” Y/N turns around to find George standing there. She follows him into the bedroom. “If you need anything, I’ll just be in the living room.” George steps towards Y/N but falters, he normally kisses her goodnight. “um night.” He turns quickly on his heels and walks right out the door.

Y/N lays in bed that night, trying desperately to search her brain for something. She’s gotta remember something. But nothing comes up. She feels like a failure, and so overwhelmed she can’t help but cry herself to sleep that night. Just in the other room George lays uncomfortably on the couch, trying to sleep with a sling on your arm and a broken collarbone proves very difficult, he too has tears staining his cheeks as he finally falls asleep.

“Will you quit staring at me” George mumbles, his eyes still closed.

Y/N pokes his cheek earning a grumble from the sleepy boy. They had been living together for 1 year now and Y/N couldn’t be any happier. “Wake up sleepy head.”

She tries poking his cheek again when he doesn’t answer. “Leave me be” George mumbles.

Y/N purses her lips an idea forming in her head, “you leave me no choice.” She stands up in the bed and starts jumping around and yelling “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Eventually George opens his eyes and grabs onto Y/N’s legs pulling her down and on top of him who is giggling like crazy, George smiles too.

“You are going to be the death of me, ya know that?” George says kisses her cheek.

Y/N laughs, “you love me though right Georgie?”

“Always.”

Y/N jolts awake, that dream feeling so realistic. It’s been 2 weeks since she left the hospital and some nights, she has these dreams that feel so unbelievably real or she’ll do something that give her déjà vu. She hasn’t told George about it though; she doesn’t want to get his hopes up in case her memories don’t return.

Y/N walks into the kitchen to find George making coffee, his red hair sticking in a million of different directions.

“Mornin’ Georgie” Y/N greets, going to make some toast.

George whips his head to face the smaller girl, she hasn’t called him Georgie since before the accident. Y/N doesn’t seem to notice though and continues to make her toast. “Morning,” he mumbles back “any progress on the memory?”

Y/N shakes her head and George feels his heart drop. He doesn’t want to think about what happens if Y/N never regains her memories, frightened she’ll never feel the way she used too. His family seem very optimistic about the whole situation, Ginny thinks that the whole situation is very romantic but each day that goes by George loses hope.

It's a Saturday night and they’ve just finished watching a movie on the couch. Y/N fell asleep half-way through which wasn’t surprising, her head resting on George’s shoulder, he doesn’t dare move in inch. In this moment he can pretend everything is normal again.

“Mm, Georgie. Dinner.” Y/N mumbles, George looks down and sees her eyes still closed, he realises she’s sleep talking.

“What was that love?”

Y/N stirs slightly, curling into Georges side. “We should do dinner. Date night. Been too long.”

The redhead starts playing with her H/C hair. “Yeah? Where should we go?”

“You know, Valentino’s. Always go there.” Y/N breathes out.

George’s breath hitches. Y/N always chose Valentino’s when it was her choice for date night, it was this cute little Italian restaurant they’d found one night in London, it was where they went the night of the accident.

“That sounds lovely, darling.” George kisses Y/N’s forehead.

Y/N stirs from her slumber “did I fall asleep again Georgie?” she rubs her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. Her brain feels fuzzy having just woken up. Y/N looks around trying to remember how she got on the couch when she lets out a loud gasp and jumps up.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” George eyes Y/N carefully who is frantically looking around the room finally landing on George.

Y/N’s doesn’t speak for a minute her brain going crazy. While Y/N doesn’t remember everything that she’s forgotten from the last 7 years she remembers parts, the important parts. She remembers kissing George for the first time and being each other’s date for the Yule ball, she remembers how sad and proud she felt when she watched Fred and George fly out of Hogwarts for the last time, she remembers the fear and terror of the war, she remembers joking around with Fred late at night and drawing on George’s face when he fell asleep after a night of drinking but most importantly she remembers loving George.

George’s heart sores and little fireworks erupt inside his chest when he hears Y/N say, “I remember.”

He palms the small box in his jacket pocket which he hadn’t the heart to remove just in case he found the right moment.

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twstmischief · 4 years ago

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Continuing on with the overbloting MC, let's say the boys succeed in saving MC's life, but because they were a non-magical person, the effects of the overblot were more severe and they've been left in a coma-like state. How would the Dorm Leaders act both while waiting for MC to wake up and when the MC eventually does wake up? (Feel free to ignore this if this is a bit too dark or complex)

I’m not crying you’re crying.

~ Riddle will stay by your side as well as be able to keep his dorm in check. Which was surprisingly easy, since Ace and Deuce were honestly upset about you being in a coma and didn’t feel like doing anything.

~ He will hold your hand and give it gentle squeezes, just to at least give you an idea that he’s there with you.

~ Once you’re finally awake, no doubt Riddle will start crying due to happiness. Sure you need some time to process what happened, but at least hold his hand tell him you’re okay and that everything is going to be okay from now on.

~ Leona surprisingly doesn’t sleep a wink. He wants to be by your side until you wake up, he doesn’t even want to go back to his dorm.

~ He still makes Ruggie do everything, (like getting notes and food, calming everything down in the dorm, etc.) for him while he’s sitting by your side in the infirmary with you.

~ When he realizes your awake is the one time he fell asleep and he feels your gentle fingers playing with his hair. Leona is wide eyed and gives you a kiss on the forehead. And says “Well looks like you didn’t die.” Because he didn’t want to show how truly happy he was.

~ Azul will hold your hand whenever he’s next to you! Yes he has to take of Mostro Lounge and his contracts, but while he’s with you, he’ll have the twins take care of that. (Mainly Jade)

~ He’ll give you gentle head pats and kiss the back of your hand multiple times. Mentally promising you and himself that he’ll be here for you more often when you wake up.

~ Once you’re up, like Riddle, he’ll get teary from the amount of happiness he’s feeling. He’ll help you get back on your feet. (Figuratively and literally) The first time you tried to walk after being in a coma for so long you stumbled and landed on the floor. Azul had to hold your hand and help you.

~ All Kalim wants to do right now is be with you. He doesn’t care about parties, or any other shenanigans, all he wants to do is be with you. (Even Jamil is surprised)

~ He sleeps in the chair that’s next to your bed. He doesn’t care if it’s uncomfortable, as long as he’s with you, that’s all that matters! He even holds his hand with yours and hums songs for you!

~ When you are finally out of your coma-like state the first thing Kalim does is jumps on you and cries. All he wants is to hug and talk with you. You’re going to have to tell him you need to sort out some things, and he’ll listen and understand. He’s just glad you’re back!

~ Vil made sure he would stay in the infirmary with you as well as keep an eye on his dorm, making sure they were up to date on their skin and such.

~ However he wasn’t really taking care of his beauty products, but he surprisingly didn’t mind it. Right now, his top priority was you. His modeling will be pushed aside for now.

~ When you finally awaken Vil made sure that when you are finally resettled that you will still be his top priority, except this time it’s with makeup and clothing!

~ This is the first time ever since Idia came to NRC that he’s been out of his room for more than 3 hours.

~ He promised himself to sit by your side until you woke up. He always put his hand on yours, he liked to feel the warmth, it was a sign for him to know that you were still alive.

~ Once you did wake up he had never been happier! Idia promised you he would stay with you more and more and he’ll try and get out of his room more often. Small steps!

~ Malleus felt so, so awful. You could’ve died from the overblot, and right now you’re in a coma! He let out a sigh, placing his thumb and pointer finger on his temples. He feels useless.

~ He let go on his temples and placed his hand on yours. Oh dear Child of Man, why did you have to suffer through this? Why couldn’t it have been him? He stood up and just as he was about to leave he had placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

~ When he was in the doorway he heard your gentle voice say “Malleus...?” He turned to see you with your pretty eyes slightly open. You tried to sit up and he rushed over to help you. Once you were situated he smiled at you and said the words, “Welcome home.”

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kireijae · 4 years ago

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rock, paper, scissors- n.jm

summary: some cute cabin weekend fluff!

genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff, humor

warnings: swearing, mention of throw up

words: 2,496

a/n: i’ve read quite a few like cabin weekend fics and so i thought i’d write my own! also i definitely don’t think hyuck would act like this irl i just needed some crack energy in this thing.

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You huffed as you opened the creaky wooden door to the cabin. The air inside was slightly musty and all the windows and curtains were closed upon first glance.

You dragged yours and Haechan’s luggage (he’d won one of the rounds of rock paper scissors in the car ride over) into the cabin, setting it down on the first surface you found.

You turned around to find a very pale looking Haechan who was standing in the doorway, “You look like shit.”

“I breathed,” Haechan whined and pathetically stomped his foot on the ground, “But to be honest I do feel horrible.”

“Yeah, it’s from the fucking milk you drank,” came Jaemin’s voice from the doorway behind Haechan, “I told you not to drink the random milk you found in my car.”

“I lost rock, paper, scissors! I had to do it!”

“You suggested it, though,” you quipped, opening the curtains in the living room, “I told you it was a bad idea. And now you’re going to be sick the rest of the trip.”

“You sound like my mom,” Haechan retorted, lying down on the old brown couch, face squished against the leather.

“Yeah, I feel like her too,” you said, brows furrowing as you looked out the window, “Guys I think that storm is gonna be worse than they said...”

“Hm?” Jaemin made his way behind you to look out the window as well. The clouds were dark and sagging on the horizon and the wind seemed to be picking up fast.

“I’ll tell the others not to come unless we say so, they might get caught in the storm,” said Jaemin, his eyes still trained on the clouds as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Eomma! We’re gonna die in here!” wailed Haechan, a smile immediately replacing the distressed look on his face when you glared at him.

“You said this place had a backup generator,” you said, sitting down on the couch next to him.

“It does, my grandma had someone around here come make sure it was working the other day,” as soon as Haechan finished his sentence his face scrunched up in disgust.

“You are not about to throw u-“

Haechan interrupted Jaemin’s words when he jumped up and ran down the corridor to what you assumed was the bathroom.

Jaemin tried to hide the giant smile that was pushing at his lips as you facepalmed.

“Why did you have that milk in your car anyway?” you looked up at him in question.

“Well it was strawberry flavoured, so I’m pretty sure it’s not even mine,” Jaemin said seriously.

You sighed and stood up to go check on Haechan. You found him lying starfish on a bed in the only room with an ensuite bathroom.

“You okay now?” you asked, sitting beside him and placing your hand on his forehead.

“I think the milk was a bad idea,” he said, not looking you in the eyes.

“Yeah, bub, I think so too,” you tried your hardest not to laugh at him, “Get under the covers I’ll bring you some water.”

After getting Haechan some water and finding him asleep when you got back, you and Jaemin settled in, each choosing the last two rooms with a double bed.

It was 7pm and the storm had already started knocking at the windows of the cabin. Your nerves were beginning to shake and gitter along with the trees outside. You tried to calm yourself down by watching some videos on your phone, but when a knock came from the door to your room, you jumped.

“Y/n?” you saw Jaemin’s wide eyes and glossy black hair peaking out from behind the door, “Will you help me make the bibimbap?”

You felt your heart beating in your chest from the fright you’d gotten, “Yeah sure, what do you need me to do?”

The two of you walked down the passage together, “Just cut up the vegetables for me, please?”

Soon the kitchen was filled with sizzling sounds and light music waving through the air, as well as the occasional and odd sound effects made by Jaemin. All of it was enough to distract you from the wailing of the wind outside.

You were in the middle of cutting the cucumber when Jaemin spoke up without turning away from the stove, “Taste this?”

You stood up and rounded the counter to stand next to him, he turned to you and held the metal chopsticks out, the meat balancing precariously between them, and he cupped his hand below it.

You ate it and smiled, eyes glossy from the slight heat of it. His food always was your favourite.

“Good?” he asked, eyes wide and his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

“Very, very good,” you said once you swallowed the food.

He smiled at you, the frown melting from his brow. His cheeks were slightly rosey from the heat of the stove and you could see how long his eyelashes were. It suddenly hit you that you were staring at him and you were standing way too close for comfort.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move, though, you’d never realised how much you liked looking at him until now. Your heart fluttered when you saw his gaze drop down from your eyes to your lips like a small child unhesitatingly jumping off a rock at the beach.

You were about to inch closer to him until a loud crack made your body almost cave in on itself from fright. Your hands came near your face in fists and your eyes were crinkled shut.

You felt Jaemin’s arms wrap around you and he pulled you to him in order to calm you down.

“Scared of storms?” there was no judgement in his voice, only warmth.

“Not usually- just when the windows start to shake,” you huffed out a small laugh against the material of his shirt.

“Hey, it’s okay, I got a fright too,” he said as his hand went to stroke your hair. Then after a beat, “I think the food’s about ready.”

You took that as your cue to let go of his waist which you hadn’t realised you’d wound your arms around, but not before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Once he’d dished up the food, you took a bowl of it to the room Haechan was in, but turned around when you heard loud snores before you even opened the door.

“Still asleep?” asked Jaemin from his place on the couch, bowl in hand.

“Yup, and snoring. Very loudly,” you laughed and took your seat next to Jaemin.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, a random cooking show mumbling away on the tv in front of you.

After you’d both finished your food, you put on a movie you’d been wanting to watch for a while and Jaemin got some musty smelling blankets from a cupboard in the passage.

It was about 11pm when you started to drift off, you and Jaemin had wound up entangled together under the blankets. Your head had dropped down onto his shoulder and your eyelids were growing heavy.

Jaemin turned his head to the side when he felt you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. His soft chuckle woke you up, the bobbing of his shoulder being enough to catch your attention.

You opened your eyes lazily and felt your pupils adjust to the dark room, only to be met with Jaemin’s features mere inches from yours. The left side of his face had dancing lights and colours from the tv and the right was shaded in darkness. You had no more time to take in the view, though, because suddenly his lips met with yours lightly.

That had you wide awake. Your heart surged upwards in your chest and you reached for his soft cheek to bring him closer to you.

After a measly few seconds, the kiss was interrupted, much to your distaste, by the loud sounds of Haechan grumbling and dragging his feet down the passage.

The two of you pulled away from the kiss and from each other, you scooted as far away from him as you could. The scene was almost comical; the blanket you still shared had been pulled taut between the two of you.

“Did you leave any food for me?” Haechan asked in a half asleep daze.

Your chest was heaving and you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you, so you pointed behind him to the fridge in the kitchen in answer.

You were wide eyed as you gazed back at the tv, body rigid with your arms shrunken into your sides. You heard a light snort from next to you which prompted your head to look in Jaemin’s direction.

He was facing the tv, his oversized grey hoodie bunched around his torso and arms and his heart melting smile etched onto his face.

For the past few months you’d liked that smile a little too much- you’d liked everything about him a little too much. The thought of him possibly feeling the same brought even more blood to your already red cheeks.

“Scootch over,” Haechan’s voice pierced the little bubble you’d been in.

You made a dissatisfied face and moved back towards Jaemin again and when you placed your hand next to his leg in order to support your moving body, you felt his arm come around your shoulders. You cast your eyes down to the leather material of the couch and felt your cheeks warm up again.

Haechan paid Jaemin’s actions no mind; skinship being something you shared often with your whole group. His face was also practically buried in the bowl of food and only lifted when he heard a particularly loud gust of wind hit the window across from him.

Soon enough the adrenaline in your body dissipated and you began to fall asleep on Jaemin’s shoulder again.

“I think you should take her to bed,” Haechan whisper-yelled when he noticed you weren’t making comments on the movie anymore.

“And what about you?” came Jaemin’s voice from above you. The sound mixed with the slight rumble of his voice in his chest made you stir again.

“I just had a milk-induced coma,” was the next thing you heard from Haechan. He said it in a flat tone and it made Jaemin’s chest bubble beneath you in laughter.

“Nae sarang,” the term of endearment made you open your eyes again- more due to shock than from waking up. “It’s pretty late, I think we should both sleep.”

You nodded wordlessly and stood up, Jaemin catching the blanket that fell from your lap.

“G’night, Haechannie,” you said as you passed in front of him, ruffling his hair with your hand.

“Mm,” he hummed, “Sleep well.”

You wished him a good night’s sleep as well and walked towards the passage, but stopped when you heard Jaemin cooing at the other boy, “Haechannie! Are you feeling better now after your naptime? Saranghae- Ow!”

You giggled at the sight of Haechan manoeuvring Jaemin back onto the couch and sitting on the poor boy. After pulling them apart, you proceeded to your room where you got changed into pyjamas and lay down under the covers.

There was one problem now, though, despite the decent quality mattress and the perfect temperature of the room, you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The storm outside was still raging and your fear of it kept you up, staring at the ceiling for goodness knows how long.

There was a tug in your heart for comfort. The kind of comfort you’d felt earlier in front of the tv with Jaemin, and before that in the kitchen and months ago when he’d held your hands when you said they were cold. You sighed at the feelings and memories, deciding your pride was far less important than your need for comfort.

Soon you found yourself standing outside Jaemin’s room, your hand knocking on the door before you could think better of it.

You heard a soft “hello?” from the other side and slowly peaked your head into the dark room. You were surprised to see Jaemin’s phone lighting up his features in a blue hue, his hair was a fluffy mess on his head and he was resting with his head half way down the headboard.

He looked at you with his big eyes and you nearly melted, “I couldn’t sleep. The storm is…” you trailed off, not wanting to admit to being afraid.

Without a word, Jaemin lifted up one side of the blanket to welcome you. You smiled a small smile and crawled under the covers, your head instinctually resting on Jaemin’s arm. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close.

You felt him lean over to put his phone on the nightstand and shuffle down in the bed to lay his head on the pillow.

“Comfy?” he asked, voice light and feathery.

You hummed in response, your heartbeat and breathing had already slowed down enough for you to begin dozing off for the third time that night.

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“We leave them alone for one night…” was the first thing you heard the next morning. It took a moment for you to register that it was Jeno, standing in the doorway wearing a thick black coat.

“When did you get here?” came Jaemin’s voice from behind you, you could hear that his face was scrunched from stretching.

“Hyuck called me last night after the storm calmed down,” Jeno leaned on the wall, looking at Jaemin.

“What time was that?” you asked, finally able to understand your own thoughts.

“At like 12,” said Renjun, head popping into the room before the rest of him followed.

“Junnie!” you yelled, holding your arms out to him and making grabby hands.

Renjun practically ran and fell backwards onto you, you put your arms around him and squeezed.

“Who’s making breakfast?” asked Jaemin, his arms completely removed from you now.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” you suggested, raising your eyebrows at him in question.

He nodded, “Rock, paper, scissors!”

It took a few tries, but eventually you and Renjun lost and decided to cook together.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten over your little crush on Jaemin?” asked Renjun as he cracked eggs into a pan.

It was just the two of you in the kitchen, everyone else either unpacking or playing switch in the lounge.

“I don’t think I have to,” you mumbled, cutting up tofu, “He kissed me last night.”

Renjun turned around in shock, but before he could answer you heard your name being called.

“I’ll tell you the details later, Jun,” you got up from your place at the counter and peeked out the kitchen and into the lounge, where Mark sat in horror looking at Haechan.

He then turned to you, eyes wide and mouth half open, “He drank fucking what?!”

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley — Helplessly pt. 4

Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred was rushed into the muggle hospital for better treatment of his injuries. While in a coma, his soul stayed with you for a couple of months. He watches as you went through the stages. And he watched when you started to write a song, just for him.

Words: 2,470 words

Warnings: Angst, Genuine Heartbreak, Nightmares, Fred Cries so It’s Bad

Disclaimer: I haven’t updated Helplessly in so long, so hello!!! This chapter is more to a filler chapter, as we follow Y/N in more depth of their relationship with the twins! Hope you enjoy, lovies!

TAGLIST FOR HELPLESSLY: HERE

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4| PART 5 (COMING SOON!)

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CHAPTER 4: Instant Coffee

Fred opened his eyes to you, screaming.

He had slipped into bed a few hours ago, trying his best to comfort your fragile self who cried yourself to sleep. He had his hand ghosting on your cheek the entire time, heart wrenching at every single tear that went past his thumb. He hadn’t realized he fell asleep, he never thought he could, somehow being home with you brought him comfort. It was a sad comfort as both of you couldn’t stop crying, but it was comfort, nevertheless.

You were screaming with your eyes forced shut, and Fred had never felt more heartbroken that he couldn’t do anything to help calm you down. At least at the hospital, you had Hermione to give you a comforting hug and reassuring back rubs. But with him being invisible and you alone inside a dark house, Fred felt useless.

“Y/N, darling, I’m here, I’m here!!” Fred tried, however, shouting at the top of his lungs to get you to hear him. You were sweating cold, keeping on the heart-wrenching screaming. At that moment, Fred panicked, he didn’t know what to do, he had forgotten what he was.

So he wrapped his arms around you.

You opened your eyes at the feeling of someone hugging you, you felt their hand caressing the back of your head. And you instantly knew who it was. You recognized his warmth.

“You’re fine, Y/N. I’m here, love, I’m here.” The moment you heard his voice, you burst into tears, hugging him back instantly. Fred felt his heart flutter at your touch, he hadn’t felt your skin on his for a long while-

Wait a second.

Fred felt his stomach hollowing as he realized what was going on. He could touch you. You could see him. When he realized that, he hugged your tighter, “Oh Merlin, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

In his head raced a million wonders of how he could touch you happened, but he brushed them away because he’s here and you could see him. And that’s all that matters at the moment.

He pulled away from the hug and looked at you, a scoff of amazement escaped his lips as he realized he was cupping your face. You were still crying; your heart was hurting so bad.

“Oh, Freddie, I just had the worst nightmare.” You sobbed as he kissed your eyes. “What did you dream of, love?” He softly asked, not caring about anything else but touching you. Oh, how he yearned this for as long as he could. He could feel his heart almost beating out of his throat, the happiness he felt at the moment was unparalleled.

“I-I had a dream that there’s a war at Hogwarts and you got injured. You were injured so bad that you got into a coma and-and you’re not waking up! I-I can’t lose you again, Freddie, I can’t.”

Fred’s heart dropped. You thought it was a nightmare. You thought the war didn’t happen.

You thought it was all a dream.

Fred gulped down slowly, trying to gulp down the tears brimming in his eyes at the same time. The bitter truth had never felt so painful. He had never seen you so distraught, and he didn’t have the heart to say anything. You looked so relieved that it was all a dream, or at least that’s what you thought.

“Y/N. My darling. My sunshine.” He softly spoke. You sniffed and looked at him in the eyes, those eyes that are filled with love and adoration just for you. There was silence for a while, and Fred couldn’t contain his tears any longer. He wanted to say everything, just everything before it was too late. But Fred found himself speechless as he locked eyes with you.

You looked so happy that he was there with you. You looked so innocent and fragile and… beautiful.

He saw how your eyebrows furrow at the tears running down his face, so he distracted you by leaning down and kiss you. The kiss was hungry, emotional, painful yet full of love all at the same time. Fred kissed you like it was his last day, as he didn’t know when else is he going to kiss you like this again. You could feel his desperate lips engulfing yours, trying to express everything he wants to say without words.

Of how much he loves you, and how much he wants you to be happy.

The kiss felt salty, somehow his tears were heavy and trickled down to his lips, making you both taste the salty substance. Suddenly Fred felt nervous, he felt like his golden time with you is about to end. He quietly whimpered at the thought, his heart for the nth time cracking down.

So when he pulled away, he only said one thing.

“Stay with mum, Y/N. Stay with her, for me.”

With tears rolling down his face, and a soft smile on his lips, he watched your eyes widening slowly. You looked horrified, and he knew what it meant. “W-wait, what?”

You couldn’t see him again.

“No, no. Fred, what? Fred?!”

He was right there, still in the same position, and yet he disappeared from your view. “No, no, no, you can’t do this to me, Fred! You can’t just appear in front of me and disappear just like that!”

Tears streaming down your face as the sounds of loud sobs escaped your mouth. You smacked a fist to your chest, the place where your heart was, “Where did you go? Where in the bloody hell did you go, Freddie?” You wailed down, your fist smacking your chest a few more times, in hopes that could replace the turning of daggers inside your heart.

He didn’t go anywhere, he was right there, watching you. He closed his eyes shut at the sound of your ugly sobs, his whole body trembling from the cries that erupted from his chest. He couldn’t see you cry because of him again; it hurts. It… It hurts a lot.

With a weak whimper as he hears your breakdown yet again, “I’m here, darling,” Silent sobs merged harmoniously with loud cries.

You woke up breathing heavily. You sat up straight as soon as you opened your eyes, panting as if you had just finished a marathon. Cold sweats were all over your body, wetting your bed slightly. You kept breathing to your mouth, your eyes widened in disbelief.

It was a different dream.

For a whole week, your dreams were finding Fred at the Great Hall, with a ghostly smile on his lips, lifeless. But your dream just now… It’s… It’s…

You didn’t know if it was better… Or worse.

The dream was so vivid, and you could remember Fred saying words as clear as day. Your heart hurts at the thought of his soul visiting you while you sleep, as his body at the hospital, struggling to cure itself. You peeped at the alarm clock; it was 4 in the morning, 12th of May 1998. Approximately, 10 days after the Battle of Hogwarts

Only one thing was registered to your mind, ‘George.’

Without any time wasted, you found yourself Apparating to George’s apartment, which was just above the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

“Y/N? It’s 4 am, what-“ Was George’s words after he had opened the door to you who was knocking on it hastily. You didn’t let him finish his words as you slid into his apartment, your mind was still a mess due to your dream. Without any other words, you made your way to the kitchen, pulling two sachets of instant coffee, both for yourself.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why are you here?” You heard George’s footsteps from behind you. You had your back against him, facing the slowly heating kettle on the stove. You were jumping your knee constantly, your fingernails continuously tapped against the tile surface.

George, being the observant lad he is, noticed your body language, and he softened up to the possibility that you were shaken by something. His hair was tousled messily-he did just wake up after all-and his shirt loosely hang around his body.

“Y/N…” You noticed the change of tone in his voice, and you closed your eyes in a grimace. “What’s going on?” Simultaneously, the kettle let out a high pitched scream and you turned the stove off, pouring the hot water into the mug you had set up earlier. George noticed your hand shakily holding up the kettle, it was as if you were containing something inside you that could explode any moment.

So, George tried again, “Hey-“ “He visited me.”

George furrowed his eyebrows, not quite catching your quiet words, “What?” You turned to him, leaning against the kitchen counter with your hands holding the coffee mug, the eye bags beneath your eyes looked so dark and tired, “He visited me, just now.”

George shook his head, hoping that would throw his confusion and dizziness away, “Wha- Who did?”

“Fred.”

Upon hearing his brother’s name, George frowned. He observed you again, your hands shakily brought the mug to your lips, sipping the cheap caffeine into your system. Your knee had stopped jumping, but your sock-covered feet kept fidgeting. George took a seat at the pantry stool, he’s wide awake now.

“What do you mean?” George asked.

You followed him and sat across him, your hands still wrapped tightly around the mug, bringing you temporary comfort at the warmth. George could tell that you had a lot in your mind, your eyes wavering, your deep breathing, you were a wrecked mess.

“You know how these days I got dreams of him at the Great Hall?” You started, and George nodded wordlessly. Almost everybody knew of your nightmare, Hermione had told him when it first happened and he had witnessed it a couple of times, him waking up suddenly to you screaming with your eyes closed shut, only to cry on Hermione’s shoulders later. Fred’s condition took a heavy toll on all of you, but you especially. Ever since in Hogwarts, you and Fred depended on each other, and George loved that for Fred. Your presence alone made Fred calmer and happier.

And now knowing that his brother is in a coma with a risky chance of him waking up, and his best friend frantically suffering emotionally and physically for a painful love, it put George in a very hard position.

“I had a different dream this time, after almost two weeks dreaming of the same thing.” You said, and George perked up, “What dream was it?”

“H-he… he was there when I woke up from another nightmare. It’s… It’s like he never left. He hugged me and he kissed me, b-but he was crying.” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you told George. The dream had been so vivid and so real you were doubting if it was a dream at all. The ache in your heart was amplified by the thought of the dream being completely real and… Fred actually did visit you.

“And, and he told me to stay with Molly, for him. Before he disappeared and I woke up.”

There was silence for a moment. George was trying to process things, reaching his hand to your mug subconsciously and took a sip. You didn’t mind, you always did that with Fred and George, share food and beverages, especially at Hogwarts.

“How are you feeling?” George finally asked, and you took a deep, shaky breath. You tried to force a smile to comfort him, yet George saw right through you. “Conflicted? Dumbfounded? Heartbroken? Shaken? Happy that I finally got to see him actually not dying whenever I close my eyes?” You muttered loud enough for you two to hear, your eyes staring at the wall behind George.

“Can I choose all of the above?” You asked, finally looking at the ginger in front of you. George scoffed a small smile, pleased at your weak attempt of a joke. “It could be just a dream.” He said carefully, not wanting to hurt your feelings.

You nodded, “I know the possibility is there. But Fred was right there in front of me, hugging me and kissing me. He even told me to stay with Molly. It’s just… It’s just a too big of a coincidence for it to be a pointless dream, George.” George nodded in understanding and sighed, “Might as well listen to the bloke.”

You frowned at George, “What? No-“ “Y/N, you are not ready to live alone in that house. You won’t be fine if you keep it this way.” George cut you off, his stern voice caught you off-guard. George had always been a soft-spoken person, at least to you personally upon knowing him since you were 11. Usually, the stern one in the friendship was Fred. But he’s not here, so George felt obliged to take matters into his hands to take care of you.

He sighed at your awestruck expression, “Just give it a try for a few days. Waking up to a warm crowd of people you know almost all your life is better than waking up alone in a cold space.”

George was right. And you hated that he was right. You quietly stood up from the stool and went to open the sliding door, the view was showing the whole Diagon Alley in dim light. You took a seat and looked up to the sky, it was a full moon.

“Fine,” You sighed, “When do we leave?” George finished the mug of coffee, eyes wide awake at the caffeine knocking the door to his systems. “Reckon Mum won’t be awake at this hour, maybe at 8?” He said, staring at your back quietly and you brought your knees to your chest.

“We have 4 hours left and we already had coffee, what do you think we should do?”

George smiled gently at the sight of your figure, his heart weirdly aching at the thought of you missing his brother terribly. He missed Fred too, more than anything in the whole wide world, but he also misses you.

The figure before him isn’t you. You used to be filled with energy and full of brilliant ideas, having a heart of gold and wit of a clown. Never once a day passed at Hogwarts without you constantly singing ‘Good morning’ to the boys’ ears whenever they had breakfast together, which was all the time. If there was one thing George absolutely loved about you, it would be your silly optimism.

But now.

“Mind helping me clean the apartment? The laundry was stacking up like crazy,” George said, his heart gently warming at the sight of you standing up and giving him a ghost of a smile, yet a smile nevertheless, “Where did you store the mop?”

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