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4littlefishies · 2 months ago

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The Eighth of September - Ginger Tea and Warm Pancakes

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none :)

wc: 9.4k

previous chapter here!

The Monday that Suguru has to head back to work for the first time in weeks is a difficult one, and Satoru doesn’t do anything to help make it any easier. Waking up Sunday morning after getting their tattoos on Saturday afternoon, Satoru was sure he was dying. Suguru had to explain to him that sometimes after getting a tattoo, some people come down with the tattoo flu.

His eyes open and he quickly realizes that Suguru isn’t in bed next to him. He looks over to the clock that sits on his nightstand and sees that it’s just after 9. It’s only when Satoru sits up that he realizes how sore his entire body feels.

The pounding inside of his head is enough to make him wince. “Holy shit,” Satoru mutters to himself before falling back into the pillows, deciding against getting up just yet. He grabs his phone and texts Suguru who’s probably upstairs or down the hallway in his office.

‘I think im dying 😰😰😰’

He clicks send and lets his arm flop down across the bed as he stares up at the ceiling, feeling the empty spot where Suguru normally sleeps. It doesn’t take long for Suguru to answer, the familiar tone sounding out from his phone as the two texts come in.

‘Oh yeah?’ Quickly followed by a, ‘Wanna tell me why you think so?’

Satoru lets out a groan, feeling like it takes an exceptional amount of energy to pick his phone back up and text him back.

‘Can u just come here? 😓’

Although he doesn’t feel great, of course he needs to use emojis to make sure Suguru knows how completely serious he is. He sees that Suguru reads it almost immediately and soon hears him descending the stairs down to their bedroom.

“What’s wrong with you?” Suguru asks as he steps through the doorway and sees Satoru splayed out on bed like a starfish.

“Suguru, I told you I’m dying and that’s how you treat me?” Satoru wails dramatically, turning his head to the side to watch as he steps towards the bed.

Suguru comes closer and sits down on the edge of the bed, turning around to look at where Satoru lies. “I’m sorry baby,” he says in a soft tone. “What ever could be the matter my dearest husband?” Suguru coos as if it’s the 1800’s and Satoru is dying of Influenza.

“Now I feel like you’re not taking this seriously,” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with a blank face.

Suguru lets his mouth fall open with a scoff and clutches his hand to his chest, doing his best at seeming appalled that he could even suggest such a thing. “I’m taking this very seriously.” When Satoru gives him another disapproving and clearly unamused look, he stops joking with him. “What’s wrong, baby?” Suguru asks normally, just waiting for him to say what’s wrong.

“My entire body hurts and I feel hot, but also cold at the same time and I’m still tired and I just think I’m dying,” he spits out all in one go, sounding like a kid trying to get out of going to school for a day.

Suguru presses the back of his hand to Satoru’s forehead, checking to see if he feels warm. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” He asks with a raised brow. His forehead is definitely a little warm, but not enough to cause any real concern.

“It’s not that serious, Sugu,” Satoru says, looking up at him and shaking his head.

“I thought you were dying?”

“I am!”

“That sounds like something we should go to the hospital for then, no?” Suguru asks, trying to be the sensible one, but also knowing that his husband is just being dramatic as usual. Satoru furrows his brows and lets out a groan as he turns and shoves his face into the pillow. “Satoru, I don’t really know what you want me to do, you probably just have a little tattoo flu or something,” he says, trying to calm him down.

“Tattoo flu?” Satoru asks with furrowed brows and slight frown on his lips, not having heard the term before now.

“Yeah, sometimes after you get a tattoo, since your body is trying so hard to heal it, you kinda feel like you have the flu for a day or two.” Suguru does his best to explain, letting his fingers trace over Satoru’s skin as he talks. “Do you want breakfast or do you wanna just rest down here for a little while longer?”

“Will you carry me up the stairs?” Satoru asks with a smirk on his face, pretty sure he already knows the answer he’s going to get.

“Baby, if you can’t walk yourself up the stairs, you’re staying down here,” Suguru says with a shake of his head as he stands up from the edge of the bed, but Satoru grabs his hand before he’s able to get too far.

“Wait!” Suguru turns around to look down at Satoru where he lies. “Will you just cuddle with me for a little bit?”

“And get your sick germs all over me?” Suguru asks with a raised eyebrow. The noise Satoru groans out is akin to a child whining over not getting what they want. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding you big baby.” With a smile on his face, Suguru kicks off his slippers before climbing back into bed beside Satoru. He puts one arm over his waist and the other under the pillow, pulling Satoru into his chest. The heat coming off of him is enough to keep both of them warm without having to be under the covers at all. “I take it you’re okay if we just stay home today then?” Suguru asks, talking quietly into Satoru’s hair.

“Mmhm,” Satoru hums against the soft fabric of his tshirt. His pink flushed cheeks are pressed up against Suguru’s chest with his eyes closed once again, now feeling much better in his husband’s arms than he was a few minutes ago. His lips sit in a soft pout as he breathes steadily, the circles that Suguru’s rubbing on his back soothing him back to sleep. It only takes a couple minutes for Suguru to realize that he’s asleep again. He does his best to get out of his grasp without waking him, and after a couple minutes of slow wiggling and shifting, he’s able to get out successfully, letting him sleep for a while longer while he heads back upstairs.

The half-drank cup of coffee that he’d made for himself has long gone cold, so he dumps it out and decides on tea instead, filling up the kettle and turning it on to get the water boiling. He plans to make one for Satoru who will probably wake up again at any minute, hoping that it’ll make him feel a little bit better. He greatly appreciates that their bedroom is on a whole different level than the kitchen, because now he doesn’t have to worry about being too loud and he can listen to music while he moves around the kitchen making the tea and some previously unplanned pancakes.

He opens up the pantry and grabs the tea organizer, picking out ginger tea for Satoru and black tea for himself. Shiro weaves her way through his legs as he heads back to stand against the counter, waiting for the water to boil and the pancakes on the stove to finish cooking through. As he bends down to pick her up, she lets out a quick meow.

“Hi pretty girl,” he coos with a smile as he scratches under her chin while he holds her against his chest. The kettle clicks, signaling that the water is boiling and he puts her back down and pours it into the mug he’d picked out for Satoru - one that they’d picked out in London while on their honeymoon. Before Suguru lived with him, Satoru didn’t have many mugs, so they decided that it would be fun to get one whenever they visited a new place that they’d never been before. It was a good way to remember all the new places they’d visit together, but also to grow their mug collection.

He drops the tea bags into each of their mugs, letting it steep for a minute while he grabs honey. After drizzling a little bit into both of their mugs and stirring it around with a spoon, he loads up a plate with a few pancakes that he’d been cooking at the same time and sets it onto a tray that he’d found in the pantry. After topping them with syrup and a little bit of whipped cream, he takes the tray with pancakes and tea carefully down the stairs and into the bedroom. Satoru still lies in the middle of the bed just as he was when Suguru left, putting a smile on his face.

After setting the tray down on Satoru’s nightstand, he kneels on the bed, leaning over to press a delicate kiss to his head. “Baby, I brought you some breakfast,” he whispers, trying not to startle him awake.

“Hm?” Satoru hums, still half asleep with his face shoved into Suguru’s pillow.

“I made you some tea and pancakes,” Suguru says quietly as he rubs slow circles on Satoru’s back.

It’s almost as if the mere mention of pancakes brings him back from the dead sleep he’s in the way he takes a deep breath through his nose and immediately lifts his head up. He looks as if he’s just woken up from another full 8 hours of sleep, although it’s barely been 20 minutes since Suguru was able to sneak back upstairs. Pieces of hair stick up every which way and he has lines on the side of his face from the wrinkles of the pillow. “You made me pancakes?” Satoru asks, his sleepy voice high pitched as he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I did. Even got some whipped cream on there for you too.” Suguru picks up the plate to show him, earning a look of appreciation from Satoru. “Do you want to sit?” He asks, nodding his head over to the chairs that sit in front of the window with the small table in between them. Satoru nods his head and slowly migrates over to the chair while Suguru moves the tray with tea and pancakes. As Satoru is sitting down Suguru hurries and grabs some ibuprofen from the bathroom to go along with his tea and to help him feel a little bit better.

“You didn’t have to do all this, Gugu,” Satoru says sweetly as he picks up the fork to slice off the first bite of pancake. He makes sure to run it through the whipped cream before bringing it to his mouth, holding his hand underneath it just in case anything drops.

“I know,” Suguru says, sitting back in the chair opposite him and sipping on his tea after putting the pills next to Satoru’s mug. “But you think I’m just gonna sit here useless while you complain all day about being sick?” He teases, hiding his smile behind the mug that warms his hands. Satoru weakly gives him a smack on the shoulder and he lets out a chuckle. “I can’t bring my husband breakfast in bed when he’s feeling bad?”

“No, no, you definitely can,” Satoru says with a nod of his head as he picks up his mug. He gives the tea a sniff before bringing it to his lips, curious to see what kind it was. The hot liquid warms his chest, almost immediately making him feel a little bit better. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Suguru says sweetly, letting his thumb graze over the curve of Satoru’s knee. His warm honey eyes watch as Satoru eats his small stack of pancakes with an appreciative smile on his face.

Satoru finishes his breakfast and Suguru cleans up after him, putting everything back on the tray to take back upstairs. “You should go take a hot bath. It would probably make you feel better,” he suggests.

“Only if you come with me.”

“I can’t soak my tattoo, though. Yours is on your chest, you can keep that out of the water daily easily. I’d have a hard time in the bath with this.” Satoru pictures the position he would have to be in in order to keep his fresh tattoo on his thigh out of the water and lets out a soft chuckle at the thought.

“What if I take a bath and then you join me in the shower after?” Satoru suggests, trying to find a compromise.

Suguru nods his head after thinking about it for a moment. “I’ll go clean all this up while you start your bath, okay?” Satoru agrees and slowly stands up, a mild pounding in his head and his muscles still sore and slightly shaky as he moves. He winces at the feeling, squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose up as he heads into the bathroom while Suguru carries the dishes upstairs to clean them all up. It wasn’t often that Satoru got sick, so when he did like this, it really felt like it hit him like a train. Any sickness that keeps him from being able to do his normal day to day things definitely has to be something serious.

The bath is set into the floor, almost like a pool with the shower right off to the side. Satoru turns on the faucet, setting the water to a temperature that’s hot enough that it would hopefully make his muscles feel better and stop the chills making his body quiver. The giant window looking into the back garden brings in a great amount of light, also making for a great view of Mt. Fuji while he takes his bath. He sheds his clothes, leaving them in a small pile in front of the sink before turning to step into the hot water.

Looking down at the tattoo behind the plastic on his chest, he frowns at the way it looks, slightly worried. He lies down in the water, making sure that the tattoo stays out of it. After a few minutes, Suguru comes back downstairs and into the bathroom. “Sugu,” Satoru calls out, hearing as he enters the bedroom. “Is it supposed to look like this?” He points to his tattoo as he asks Suguru who emerges through the doorway.

It only takes a glance for Suguru to see and understand what he’s talking about. He nods his head, not wanting Satoru to worry any more. “Don’t worry, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s just extra ink and blood and other gunk like that.” As he’s explaining, Satoru gently pokes at it, watching as the fluids move underneath the plastic.

“That’s kinda gross,” he says, letting it go and letting his arms rest under the hot water.

“Not just kinda- it’s really gross,” Suguru says with a chuckle. “We can take it off tomorrow and it’ll all wash away.”

Satoru nods his head for a moment before resting it back and letting his eyes close, the hot water making him feel better. He opens his eyes when he feels a ripple of the water and looks up to see Suguru sitting along the edge with just his feet dipped in, now wearing nothing but his wedding ring. “You can turn on the shower if you want. I’ll probably just rest here for a little bit longer.” There was nothing separating the two spaces except the drain that ran along the length of the floor.

Suguru stands back up and turns on the shower, making sure the water is plenty warm before stepping underneath it. Satoru is unable to focus on anything else, just watching as the water cascades from the ceiling down and over Suguru’s body and into the drain on the floor. He watches the way Suguru rubs his face with the water and the way his hair gets longer as it soaks up the water and runs straighter down his muscular back. He watches the way the muscles in his legs move as he turns around and the way his skin glistens under the hot water. No matter how long they’ve been together, Satoru never seems to feel any less like it’s their first time doing everything together. Every time Suguru says his name, holds his face to kiss him, stands under the shower looking like a statue carved from marble - it all feels like the first time for him.

“Enjoying the view?” Suguru asks with a teasing tilt in his voice as he sees the way he’s looking up at him. He enjoys teasing Satoru whenever he catches him staring because he knows that he would do the exact same thing back at him.

“Very much, yes,” Satoru agrees, quickly deciding that he’s done in the bath and ready to join him in the shower. He pulls the drain and slowly stands up out of the water as quickly as he can without getting lightheaded. “Is there room for me under here?” He asks, holding out his hand to feel the temperature of the water.

“Why don’t you just turn on the other one?” Suguru suggests, pointing out the second shower head that sits across the way on the other end of the shower.

“Why would I do that when you’re under this one?” Satoru teases, letting his hands find their way around Suguru’s waist and pulling him in closer, feeling as the hot water starts pelting his head and shoulders. Suguru lets out a laugh as he wipes the water from his eyes with a shake of his head.

“Turn around,” he instructs Satoru who looks at him with a confused look for a moment before he obliges, letting go of his grip on Suguru’s waist. When he feels Suguru’s fingers pressing into his shoulders, he lets out a satisfied groan from his chest. “Feel good?”

“Mmhmm,” Satoru draws out with a satisfied smile. The hot water combined with Suguru’s strong fingers digging into the muscles helps to work them out even further than before, feeling better and better as time goes on. He lets his eyes close and head fall forward, water running down his lips and the tip of his nose as his head hangs. Suguru slowly works his way down his back, slowly massaging out the soreness and overall sickness that he felt. “Maybe I do want another tattoo,” he says with a smile.

Suguru lets out a chuckle. “You don’t need to be sick for me to do this, Toru.”

“You should do this more often, then,” Satoru says, opening his eyes and turning back around to look at Suguru. The small droplets of water gather on his cheeks before they get too heavy and run down his face and meet under his chin. Leaning forward, Satoru presses a soft kiss to his lips, putting gentle smiles on both of their faces. “You’re so beautiful, Sugu,” he says, almost seeming out of nowhere. Suguru can’t help but chuckle faintly and smile up at him, looking into his bright blue eyes.

“Thank you baby, you are too.”

They stand in comfortable silence, just the sound of the water falling onto the tile floor and running down the drain. They silently admire each other, the view of the back garden, the feel of the hot water running over their skin - everything. Satoru doesn’t know how long it’s been when he finally speaks up again.

“What if you just don’t go back to work tomorrow and we stay in here all day?” He suggests, already knowing what Suguru is going to say.

Suguru smiles at the thought of it, also wishing that that was a possibility, but knowing that unfortunately it’s not realistic. “Baby, how else do you think we’re going to pay for this house?” He asks, looking up and around at the beautiful tile and gorgeous bathroom that surrounds them. Satoru takes a breath to answer, but Suguru stops him with a knowing smile. “And don’t say what you’re about to say… We both know I have to go back to work.”

Satoru furrows his brows, knowing that Sugru knows him too well to fall for his games. “But you can’t just take one more week off?” He whines with a pout on his lips. He looks like a lost puppy in the rain the way his soaked hair falls over his forehead.

Suguru knows he’s being dramatic but plays along anyway. “If I take another week off you’ll just be asking the same thing next week, Satoru, I know you.” Realizing that he’s been clocked, Satoru furrows his brows again and the corners of his mouth downturn into a slight frown. “You’ve got Shiro to keep you company too.”

Satoru smiles as he thinks about it. She’s usually mostly attached to Suguru when he’s home, but when he’s gone she doesn’t leave Satoru alone for a minute.

“Are you ready to get out yet?” Suguru asks, looking into Satoru’s thinking eyes. He gives a quick nod and Suguru shuts off the water while Satoru grabs their towels. “Feeling any better?”

The ibuprofen had kicked in and the hot water had definitely helped the body aches quite a bit and Satoru was feeling much better, although still not 100% yet. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to get as much water out as possible before running a towel through it.

“If I say no will you make some more pancakes?”

Suguru lets out a silent chuckle, happy that he’s obviously feeling better than when he woke up earlier. “Baby, you don’t have to lie to me for me to make you more pancakes…”

~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of their Sunday was spent lazily lounging around the house and ordering take out for dinner so that neither of them had to cook. Most of the day was spent cuddled up on the couch watching whatever they could find on the tv until it was time to go to bed.

Come Monday morning, Suguru’s alarm goes off, waking him from his sleep, and waking Satoru at the same time. He brings his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes, helping to wake himself up a bit more before getting up. As he sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed, Satoru lets out a groan.

“Suguruuu,” he whines, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. “Just five more minutes?”

“Satoru, you’re not even the one that has to wake up,” Suguru responds, his voice just as raspy as he looks back over his shoulder at his husband. “You can go back to sleep until noon if you really want to.”

“No, I mean-” Satoru rolls over to look at Suguru where he sits at the edge of the bed, “I want you to stay for five more minutes.” The spot where Suguru had been resting with his back against Satoru’s chest was quickly growing cold, and he wanted him back.

With closed eyes and a sleepy smile, Suguru lies back down and rolls over to rest up against Satoru once more, letting his face press against the warm skin of his chest. Satoru lets out a satisfied sigh as he wraps his arms back around him and holds him tight, closing his eyes and almost falling back asleep once again.

“I think I’m still sick… Think you need to take care of me for one more day,” Satoru croaks out as he rubs his hand slowly over the skin of Suguru’s back. He even fakes a cough to add to the effect.

Suguru smiles into his husband’s warm chest as he pretends to still be sick. “I think you can take care of yourself, baby. You’re 30 years old.”

“No, I think I need my Suguboo to do it. Better tell Yaga you can’t come back to work yet. We’ll try again tomorrow” He has a dreamy looking smile on his face, his eyes closed as he continues lazily running his fingers up and down Suguru’s back.

Suguru lifts his head from where it lies and looks up at a very sleepy looking Satoru. He cranes his neck up and connects their lips in a soft kiss. “No can do, baby.” As he starts to sit up, Satoru stops him again, tightening his arms around him.

“Wait wait wait wait, just one more?” He begs.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Suguru says before leaning in to give him one last slow kiss before he gets up to get ready for the day.

“I’m very lucky,” Satoru acknowledges as he watches Suguru stand up and head around the foot of the bed into the bathroom.

Suguru shakes his head with a smile on his face, happy that even though he also wishes that he could stay in bed, Satoru makes the morning exciting anyway. His eyes widen at the mess of hair on his head once he sees it in the mirror. He quickly runs a brush through it before clipping it back to brush his teeth and wash his face, the water successfully helping to wake him up a bit more.

Once he’s done, he heads back out into the bedroom towards the closet, smiling to himself at how cozy Satoru looks snuggled up in bed by himself. He has a sleepy smile on his face as it’s shoved into Suguru’s pillow.

Not feeling like going with anything crazy, he picks out a white button up with dark blue pants and a matching tie to go with it. He gets dressed in the closet before heading out and looking at himself in the mirror that sits in the corner of the room. Finally, he heads back into the bathroom and finishes his hair, tying half of it up and leaving the rest down to flow down his back.

After getting dressed, he hurries upstairs to quickly make himself a pour over coffee, deciding not to do anything fancy today. Right away, he spots Shiro asleep on the tower that sits in the corner of the dining room and it puts a smile on his face. He grabs a yogurt from the fridge to take with him for when he gets to the office and heads back downstairs and into his office with his coffee and breakfast in hand. He makes sure that everything he needs is in his bag and sets it out by the front door so that he doesn’t forget it.

Finally, he heads back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Satoru before he heads to work. “I love you, Toru,” he whispers, leaning over to give his mostly asleep husband one final kiss on his forehead before heading out.

“I love you too, Gugu,” Satoru says groggily as he leaves the room, putting a big smile on his face as he pulls on his jacket and shoes before heading out the front door. As he heads down the stairs towards the garage, his keys jingle in his hand, random keychains that Satoru would bring him weighing it down but putting a smile on his face. Juggling keys, his coffee mug, and his bag makes getting the door open difficult, but he manages to do it.

As he falls into the driver’s seat, he plugs in his phone and turns on one of Satoru’s playlists to listen to on his drive to the office. It was his first time coming from the house instead of the old apartment, so he left probably a little earlier than he needed to, but he wanted to make sure that nothing would make him late.

He gets to the office about 15 minutes ahead of the time he needs to, but decides to head up, wanting to start catching up on work anyway. On his way up, there are a few other office workers heading to different offices that reside in the same building, the elevator stopping on multiple floors before finally making it to the 44th floor where Suguru’s office resides. When he gets out of the elevator, he heads quickly to his office, unlocking it and stepping inside. He flicks on the lights and feels like he hasn’t been here in forever. It’s been a few weeks, but it feels like it’s been a lifetime at this point. It takes him a few minutes to get situated, but after that, it’s like he’d never left.

He opens up the yogurt that he’d brought from home and takes a bite as he clicks on his email, opening it up to see what he’d missed since the last time he’d checked it.

“Good morning, Geto-san, welcome back,” Yaga’s voice calls out from the doorway. He leans just inside the glass door, hanging on the frosted glass that sits on either side of the door.

“Good morning sir,” Suguru replies with a smile on his face, setting his yogurt aside as he looks up to where he stands.

“How was the move?” Yaga asks, knowing that he and Satoru were moving during the few weeks he’d taken off.

Suguru smiles and lets out a nervous chuckle at the thought. “Definitely stressful, but we’re pretty much unpacked now.” He was extremely grateful that he was able to take off enough time for them to get fully settled into the house. He thinks about if they had to do it over weekends and how it would’ve been much more stressful than it already was.

“That’s good to hear. Glad to have you back,” he says before leaving with a polite nod and continuing on down the hallway towards his own office. Once he’s left alone, Suguru puts his head down and gets to work right away, wanting to get caught up on everything as soon as possible before new things start getting piled on.

Before he even realizes it, it’s nearly 2:30. He doesn’t even look up until he hears a knock on his door and looks up to see a familiar face standing there.

“Hello Geto-san,” the woman in his doorway says with a sweet smile. She wears light brown pants with a baby blue sweater on top and has her hair slicked back into a neat bun.

“Good morning Akiko-san,” Suguru replies with a smile as he looks up from his computer. His eyes widen as he notices the time. “I guess it’s actually afternoon now, sorry.” Holy shit… Did I just black out for 5 hours?

“That’s okay, I can see you’re busy so I’ll be quick.” She steps into his office followed by another younger woman that he’s never seen before. “This is Emi-san, she’s a new administrative assistant that’s starting today.” As she’s introducing her, Suguru quickly stands up from his chair and heads around the front of his desk.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Emi-san. I’m sure Akiko-san has told you, but I’m the vice president of operations.” Suguru introduces himself and sticks out his hand to meet hers. She lets their hands meet in the middle and looks up at him with sparkling eyes and a slight smile. “Nice to meet you Geto-san,” she says, giving his hand a squeeze before letting it go.

That felt a little weird… He brushes it off, deciding not to think too far into it.

“If you need anything, she’s the one to ask,” Akiko continues, just wanting to get her acquainted with everyone in the office.

“Will do, thank you ladies,” Suguru says with a soft smile as he heads back to sit down in his chair. As the two of them head out of the office, he notice’s how Emi’s eyes linger for a moment before they’re gone down the hallway. Okay, definitely a little weird, he thinks to himself, but quickly forgets as he pulls out his phone to text Satoru.

~~~~~~~~~~

Satoru is just finishing up cooking himself some stir fry for lunch when his phone dings from inside his pocket. He pulls it out to see a text from Suguru which immediately puts a smile on his face.

‘Are you alive?’

He lets out a silent chuckle to himself as he types out a response. After he’d gone back to sleep, he’d felt much better than the day before. He almost can’t believe how fast he seemed to get over feeling like he had the flu.

‘I am in fact alive my love 😁’ quickly followed by another text. ‘How’s work going?’

He sets his phone down on the counter as he grabs a plate from the cabinet and sets it next to the stove. He carefully pours his lunch onto the plate and sets the pan back down on the stove as another text from Suguru comes in.

‘Good I think?’

Satoru furrows his brows, slightly confused by his response.

‘You think? 🤨 What does that mean???’

He sets his plate of food on the island down where the barstools sit and grabs a pair of chopsticks from the drawer, setting them down next to the plate. He grabs the pan from the stove and sets it in the sink to clean it up after it cools down. The bubble pops up on his screen showing that Suguru’s typing and he watches, waiting not so patiently to see what he’s going to say as he sits down. He takes the first bite of his lunch and sets the chopsticks down to the side once Suguru’s text finally comes through.

‘Not too crazy thankfully, but there’s a new admin assistant that started today and I’m not so sure she saw my wedding ring if you get what I’m saying… ’

Satoru has a sour look on his face as soon as he reads the words on his screen. A second text quickly comes in that puts a smile on his face.

‘I can see the scowl on your face from here toru’

Satoru lets out a slight chuckle upon reading it, appreciating how well his husband knows him and how he’d react.

‘You know me so well baby 🥰😍🥹’

He continues eating his lunch while he waits for Suguru’s eventual answer once again.

‘Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows all about my perfect husband I have waiting for me at home’

Satoru smiles as he reads the words on the screen. ‘You sure know how to flatter me don’t you? 🤭’

‘I love you baby. Gotta get back to work but I’ll call when I’m on my way home 😚’

‘Sounds good I love you too, have a good rest of your day 😚😚’ He sets down his phone with a smile after seeing Suguru react to his message with the heart. He eats the rest of his lunch and cleans up after himself, feeling even better after having finally eaten something.

“What should we do until Sugu gets home, huh Shi?” Satoru asks, looking down at the white ball of fluff that follows him toward the stairs. “I think I have an idea.” He heads down the steps and past their bedroom, heading into the den to sit down at the piano. Shiro follows happily, jumping up onto the tower in the corner of the room to curl up into a perfect cinnamon roll shape.

Satoru sits down on the bench and opens up the cover, stretching out his fingers before quickly playing through a couple scales to warm himself up. He pulls out some sheet music that he’d bought to try out, wanting to get back into playing more now that he has a piano once again. He also needed something to help occupy himself during the day while Suguru was at work. “This one sounded really pretty, so I wanted to try to learn it for Sugu,” Satoru says, talking to nobody but himself and Shiro who isn’t listening. “It’s called If I Am With You and I think he’s going to love it.”

First he starts by trying to see what he can play just with sight reading it, having never seen the music before. He plays through it much slower than the tempo listed at the beginning, but makes minimal mistakes. “That didn’t sound too bad, did it, Shi?” He asks as he finishes the first playthrough. “At least it’s all in the key of C with only a couple accidentals, so that’s definitely easier than I hoped it would be.” She, of course, doesn’t answer and he shakes his head, going back through to practice on the parts that were the most difficult for him.

Playing the piano was something that he forgot how much he enjoyed doing. He loved learning new pieces, practicing the same parts over and over again - no matter how frustrating it could sometimes be. He loved the way his fingers would get sore after playing for too long and the way his back would start to get sore from sitting on the bench. He felt it was all worth it when he played through a piece perfectly for the first time, and it was even more worth it now that he was trying to learn it for someone else to listen to. Getting lost in the music was something real, and Satoru was remembering just how much he loved practicing a difficult piece.

Before he knows it, it’s nearly 5 o’clock and the sun is dipping lower and lower in the winter sky, the light beaming in through the large windows and into the room. He feels that it’s about as perfect as he can get it, and of course it’s more perfect than most people could get a piece they'd never seen before in only a few hours of practice. Upon realizing the time, he decides to play through it once more to ensure that he’s got it down before closing the cover back over the keys. Did I really practice that piece for two hours?

“I think that’s enough practice for now, don’t you Shi?” He says as he stands up and stretches his arms up towards the ceiling with a groan. At the mention of her name, she lifts up her head from where it rests on her paws and lets out a yawn. She follows Satoru out of the room and back up the stairs into the kitchen where he starts pulling out ingredients to get started on dinner.

As he’s pulling things out of the fridge and the pantry, his phone starts ringing. Based on the time, he knows that it’s probably Suguru calling, and his suspicions are confirmed as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to see his husband’s name and a picture of him asleep in bed across the screen. Suguru wasn’t a fan of the picture he’d picked for his contact photo, but there was no arguing with Satoru once he’d set his mind to it.

With a smile on his face, he clicks the green button and presses the phone to his ear. “Hi sugarplum!” He answers, the smile loud in his voice as he speaks.

“Hi baby,” Suguru answers, a smile similarly apparent in his voice even over the phone upon hearing the one of many nicknames Satoru has for him “I’m just locking up now, so I’ll be home probably in about an hour.”

“Perfect. How do you feel about chicken parmesan for dinner?” Satoru asks, already taking everything he needs out and setting it on the counter despite not having his answer yet.

“Sounds delicious. Do you need me to grab anything on my way home?”

Satoru taps his chin as he looks at what he’s pulled out to start cooking. “Hmmm, I don’t think so. Just your cute self I guess.” He smiles as he hears Suguru chuckle from the other end of the phone, more than likely accompanied by an eye roll.

“Will do baby. I’ll see you when I get home,” he continues, the sounds of his keys jingling as he presumably grabs them to lock his office.

“See you when you get home.”

“I love you, bye.”

“I love you too, byeee,” Satoru says quickly before setting his phone down on the counter and heading over to preheat the oven. After getting the oven heating up and grabbing his kiss the cook apron, he picks back up his phone and starts on a playlist to provide himself some background noise as he cooks.

As he’s cracking eggs into a bowl, Shiro weaves her way through his legs, meowing loudly up at him as she does so. “Shit, baby. Sorry,” Satoru says, realizing that she’s waiting for her dinner as well. He grabs her bowl from where it rests up against the bottom of the island and picks her wet food out of the fridge before scooping it into the bowl and mashing it up. Once she realizes what Satoru’s doing, she doesn’t shut up until he sets her bowl back down on the ground. “Okay, okay,” he sighs out, ready for her to stop yowling now that she has her dinner.

Satoru continues on making dinner, multitasking in order to ensure everything is done at the same time. After he gets the chicken in the oven to bake, he starts on the pasta, knowing that it won’t take as long and will be done at about the time Suguru should get home.

As he dumps the pasta into the colander to drain and takes the chicken out of the oven, he hears the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, quickly followed by the sight of Suguru ascending them into the room.

“Hi my sweet!” Satoru calls out with a wide smile as he sets down the hot pan and tosses the oven mitts on the counter.

“Hi baby,” Suguru says sweetly as he’s greeted by Satoru with open arms. “It smells really good in here,” he continues, their lips meeting quickly while Satoru wraps one of arms around his waist, holding him there for a second.

“I know, right?” Satoru says with a smile before pressing another kiss to Suguru’s lips and turning back around to get both of their plates ready. Suguru chuckles at his overt confidence and watches as he swirls the pasta on both of their plates perfectly before setting the chicken down on top of it. “You can sit down, I’ll bring it over,” Satoru urges him, putting the finishing touches on both of their plates. Suguru smiles as he heads over to the already set table and takes a seat in his normal spot.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Suguru says as Satoru sets his plate down in front of him before setting down his own. He takes off the apron and hangs it up in the pantry before hurrying back over to take his seat at the table.

“I think sleeping in definitely helped a lot,” Satoru says, picking up his fork and digging into his food. “How was work?”

Suguru doesn’t take long to think at all before he answers. “It was good. I was so busy it felt like it went by really quickly, so that was nice,” he says as Satoru takes the first bite of his food.

“Did you tell that assistant about your super awesome, sexy, talented husband you have at home?” Satoru asks, obviously having been thinking about it after Suguru had texted him about it.

Suguru chuckles as he looks across the table at him. “Someone sounds awfully confident in themselves.”

“Is that not how you’d describe me?”

Suguru doesn’t answer and instead their eyes meet across the table, smirks now on both of their faces as they almost communicate telepathically. He thinks back on the latter part of his day when she and Akiko had come back to his office to get a couple of things that they needed for one of the other departments.

“That’s a beautiful painting, Geto-san,” Emi said as she stood beside his desk while he pulled up something for Akiko. “It looks so real.”

Even though he wasn’t looking in her direction, he could feel her eyes on him, looking him up and down unapologetically. “Thank you,” he started with a soft smile on his face as he continued searching for the document on his computer that Akiko needed. “My husband had it painted for me after our wedding.” He said with a smile on his face as the thought of Satoru enters his mind. “They’re actually our hands that she painted.”

“That’s beautiful,” Akiko said as she stuck out her bottom lip. She looked between Suguru and the painting, quickly noticing the similarities and realized which hand was his.

Suguru doesn’t see the twitch Emi’s eyebrow does upon hearing the word husband come out of his mouth. Her eyes flashed down to finally notice the obsidian black ring on his left hand. “You’re a very lucky man,” she said with a forced smile plastered on her face, trying to sound like she wasn’t upset that one of the most beautiful men she’d ever laid her eyes on was already taken.

Suguru looked up from his computer as the sound of his printer whirring beside him finally started, having finally found what he was searching for. “I really am,” he agreed as he started to absentmindedly play with the ring on his finger while waiting for the pages to finish printing.

“She said I was a lucky man,” Suguru says with a smile on his face as he recounts the interaction to Satoru.

“And was she wrong?” Satoru responds, raising his eyebrows as he says it.

The smirk on Suguru’s face says it all. “Obviously not,” he says with a roll of his eyes as he shakes his head. For the rest of their dinner, Satoru has a big smile on his face, wagging his non-existent tail, feeling good about the dinner that he made and that Suguru was feeling good after his first day back at work.

“How was your day?” Suguru asks as he takes their dishes back into the kitchen to help clean up. “I hope you weren’t too bored.”

“Well I much rather would’ve spent it with you, but it wasn’t too terribly boring I guess.” Satoru remains sitting at the table for a moment, watching as Suguru takes their dishes over to the sink to rinse them off. “I practiced something for you,” he says, the excited smile on his face apparent in his voice.

“Oh?” Suguru questions from where he stands in front of the sink. “Are you going to tell me what it is that you were practicing?”

Satoru stands up from where he sits and joins Suguru in the kitchen, standing with his back up against the island, watching as Suguru bends over to set the plates into the dishwasher. “I was thinking I would just show you rather than telling you.”

Once Suguru has the dishes all in the dishwasher, Satoru leads him downstairs to where he sits down behind the piano. “A new song?”

Satoru nods his head with a wide grin on his face as he opens up the cover and sets the sheet music on the music stand. “I only started practicing this today, so don’t be upset if it’s not perfect,” he warns as his fingers find their spot on the keys that he needs to start the piece.

“Baby, you say that every time, and every time it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard; I doubt this will be any different,” Suguru says with a smile as he rests on his elbows on the lid, watching Satoru as his grin turns into a beaming smile at his words.

“I can at least try to be humble, can’t I?”

“When have you ever done that before?” Suguru asks, raising his brow at him.

Satoru narrows his eyes at him for a second before letting out his breath with a huff. “Okay, okay, no more talking, I’m starting now.”

He starts playing, his fingers gracefully pressing the keys, perfectly playing through the slow beginning of the piece. Suguru is already amazed at the way he’s playing the beginning, but as he gets further into it, the more complicated it gets. The layers of different rhythms piled on top of each other come together to form an elegant composition that wraps itself around Suguru almost like a hug. He’s absolutely awestruck listening to it as Satoru continues to play through it, the tempo tugging back and pulling forwards as he goes through it like it’s his thousandth time playing it.

He can’t do anything but watch with his chin in his palm and hearts in his eyes as Satoru finally finishes out the piece, the last note continuing to ring out until it finally fades to nothing and Satoru lifts his foot from where it presses down on the pedal. “Baby,” Suguru starts as Satoru looks up from the keys at him, a wide smile on his face as he does. “That was beautiful.”

“Thank god because I practiced that for like, two hours today,” Satoru says like a heavy weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

“You were able to do that in two hours?” Suguru asks, his mouth hanging open in shock as he rounds the side of the piano to sit down on the bench next to Satoru.

“If I had more time I could get it sounding better, but that was pretty good for how much time I had.”

Suguru furrows his brows as he rests his head on Satoru’s shoulder, looking at the sheet music in front of him. It doesn’t look like anything more than dots, lines, and squiggles to him that doesn’t make any sense to him whatsoever. “Toru, that sounded perfect to me, I don't know what you’re on about.”

“Thank you Sugu,” Satoru coos, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of his head. They sit there for a moment, both with their eyes closed just breathing and resting up against each other. “Do you wanna go shower?” Satoru asks, finally breaking the silence. He had been waiting for Suguru to get home so he could help him take off the second skin from his tattoo.

Suguru nods and they both stand up and head into their bedroom. Satoru heads straight for the bathroom and turns on the water while Suguru heads into the closet to get out of his work clothes and grab something more comfy to wear after they get out of the shower. When he comes into the bathroom, Satoru is already in the shower underneath the water. “Starting without me?” He asks as he ties his hair up carelessly into a bun before grabbing his shower cap and pulling it over his head.

“You were taking too long!” Satoru calls out as the water runs over his head, making his hair stick to his forehead. Suguru shakes his head as he joins him in the shower, holding his hand under the water to feel it before Satoru moves out of the way to let him underneath it.

As they’re about done, Suguru helps Satoru to get the plastic off of his tattoo. “Is it gonna hurt?” Satoru asks as he gets the edge of it up.

“It shouldn’t hurt too bad, especially because we’re under the water,” Suguru reassures him. As Satoru slowly pulls the plastic off, everything that was trapped underneath it washes away along with the water, leaving just the tattoo on his skin.

“I love it so much,” Satoru says as he looks down at his chest, admiring the ink that’s now permanently etched into his skin. Suguru smiles at his reaction while he peels the plastic off of his leg, also washing away the gunk that covers the tattoo. “Now we just have to wash them and that’s pretty much it,” Suguru tells him as he grabs the soap to wash off their tattoos. “Don’t scrub it too hard, just carefully wash it.”

Satoru nods his head as he carefully rubs his hand with the soap over the spot on his chest. It’s no longer sore, but it’s a bit red from taking the plastic off. He can’t stop smiling as he looks down at it, happy that his new tattoo was finally free from the plastic confinement.

“Looks perfect, baby,” Suguru says softly as he looks between their matching pieces of artwork on their skin. They smile at each other before leaning in for a gentle kiss, smiles still on both of their lips as they connect.

After they finish their shower and get dressed in their comfy clothes, the two of them head back upstairs to relax in the living room. Suguru is looking through the books that cover the walls, wanting to find something to read. “Have you read this one?” Suguru asks, pulling a book with a pair of eyes on the cover off of the shelf. “I’ve been wanting to, but I don’t know why I haven’t yet.”

Satoru looks at the cover from where he stands at the fridge and nods his head. “Yeah, I read that one a while ago actually. I think you’d enjoy it,” he says as he comes to join Suguru with a strawberry mochi in his hand.

Suguru decides that’s all the convincing he needs and plops down in the corner of the couch, resting his feet up and holding the book open to the first page. As he starts reading, Satoru joins him, coming to lie down in between his legs with his head on his chest. Suguru doesn’t question it, used to Satoru resting on him like this when he lies on the couch.

As Suguru starts reading through the first chapter, Satoru scrolls on his phone for a minute before ultimately putting it down and just resting there quietly. Every so often, he lifts his head up to look at Suguru’s eyes as they gaze at the words on the page, quickly reading through and turning pages while Satoru gazes up at him lovingly. “Can I have a kiss?” He asks, looking up at him from under the book with puppy dog eyes, hoping to get what he wants.

Without an answer, Suguru rests his book aside, using his thumb to keep his place as Satoru moves up to connect their lips together. It doesn’t take long for Satoru to deepen the kiss, a smile on his lips as he presses against Suguru harder. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s quickly up on his knees between Suguru’s legs, lacing his fingers into his free hand as their lips work against each other. Suguru squeezes his hand as he takes Satoru’s bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging on it slightly before letting go. Satoru licks his bottom lip in return, putting smiles on both of their lips once again.

After their short-lived makeout session, Satoru lies his head back down on Suguru’s chest with a smile on his pink flushed face. A similar smile sits on Suguru’s face as he opens the book back up to the place he left off, slightly surprised that Satoru didn’t try to go any further and let him continue to read peacefully.

As he lies there happily just listening to the sound of Suguru’s heartbeat through his shirt, his eyelids start to feel heavy. Although he didn’t necessarily spend the day doing a whole lot, he felt pretty worn out for how early in the evening it still was. He lets himself close his eyes, a soft smile still on his face as he drifts off to sleep, the slow steady movement of Suguru’s chest from his breathing helping lull him to sleep..

It doesn’t take long for Suguru to realize that Satoru’s asleep on his chest. He has a smile on his face as he lets his free hand come up to rub slowly and gently up and down his back. He lifts up his book to look down at Satoru’s face squished up against his chest. Letting him sleep, he softly brushes his white hair back off of his forehead, gently so as to not wake him. He smiles at the way his lips sit in a soft pout as he breathes steadily, his white eyelashes resting delicately on his pale cheeks as he takes an obviously much needed nap.

chapter 9

#satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #office au #4littlefishies #the eighth of september #the 36th floor #alternate universe #non jujutsu au #fluff #jjk smut #domestic fluff

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kittyhazelnut · 2 years ago

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I am LOSING my MINDDDD

#so i tried to go to bed at 8:30 but my cat was in my bed and i didn't want to bother him so i went back downstairs #i tried to sleep on the couch downstairs at 10ish and the air was really cold and dry bc of how that room is positioned and I couldn't #so now im back in my room (my cat's under the bed so we're good in that sense)#AND MY CHEST IS DOING THAT STUPID GROWLING THING AGAIN UGHHHHH #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN MY CHEST IS VIBRATING AND GROWLING AT ME #not to mention that my fever went away for like three hours today and then came back and I'm pretty sure I've got a fever rn #even though I've been taking advil or Tylenol every two hours so it SHOULD GO THE FUCK AWAY #and now my face feels like it's going to light my pillow on fire #which is the very reason i finally gave up trying to sleep after 6ish hours of lying in bed last night #god fucking dammit #and ofc I still have my flu symptoms like my super sore throat that makes it painful to talk or swallow and my super congested sinuses #i not going to survive this stupud flu i stg #covid was so easy it was just a sinus nightmare and i had a killer headache but at least i got to sleep 16 hours a day #I've probably alept six hours in the last two and a half days #and this is the first time ive felt even kinda vaguely tired (despite taking melatonin every night)#at what point do i literally turn the shower on super hot and sleep on the bathroom floor i stg #i can just put a sign on top of me so if my parents find me they don't think i just passed out or something #/j #but like. is it really.#because i did take a shower last night and then i did take another at 6 am just for the hot steam and it really did help #hghhhhh #if im back on tumblr in the next hour I've failed

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock.

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic.

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried.

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either.

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks.

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to.

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face.

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his—

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress.

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively.

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth.

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth.

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you.

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly.

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now.

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch.

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow.

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you.

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him.

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently.

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yionji · 4 years ago

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Hey,may I request where nanami is my stepfather.

Y/n is a brat and always when she comes home from school she pulls up her skirt and unbuttons her shirt,and she likes to call nanami daddy with double meaning then he decides to punish her,Thank you!

Omg hiii ^_^ thanks for made me do this,I hope u like it,also im trying a diferrent theme so...

A/n: I try my best, but also this could have grammatical errors ;;;;;

Tags:Cervix hitting,Slight mind break,stepfather,stepdaughter, fake incest(?),Blowjob,big boobs,huge dick,cum inside,arms fetish,deepthroath,face fucked,vaginal sex,thight pussy,dirty talk,humillation,in 4,cheating,moral denigration,true love,degenerate,poor grammar,rough sex,dub-con,slaps,male domination,angry sex,gagging,crying,blackmail,Dilf,school uniform,urination,inflation,breeding,happy ending,deep,belly bulge,virgin,punishment,semi passed out,body fluids,pet behaviour,choking,smut,daddy kink.

Pairings:Nanami kento x F!reader

He looked different from any other men your mom dated.

"my name is nanami kento,nice to meet you y/n"

So handsome,

When you came home from university he was in his work suit without the jacket,he had folded his sleeves half way down his arms below his elbows,fuck,he looks so good his veins are marked and his hands are huge,long fingers,you could feel your pussy getting wet.

"y/n"

"Uh?"

"Your food is going to get cold,eat" said your stepfather.

"Yes,daddy" you smiled to yourself,crossing your legs.

Nanami just looked at you

It became a routine for you, seeing him all day long, you were so lucky, every day you had lunch together you were late on purpose so he could see you in the short skirt you wore with the long, tight stockings.

You loved that tired face and that look in his eyes. There were times when he cooked and when he did you hugged him from behind touching his belt or climbed on the table with a short denims.

Today you decided not to wear a bra, you arrived very late at night because you said you were going to a friend's house, the shirt you wore was see-through and tight, your mom wasn't paying attention to you because she was busy at the phone.

Nanami was staring at you, his toned arms were raised clenching his fist with his other hand.

He looked at your breasts, and looked up at you, you smiled innocently at him.

"Is something wrong, daddy?"

He sighed "I think I'll go to bed" he got up and left.

You were about to continue eating when your mom interrupted you.

"Daughter, I'm going out with some friends today, you know, don't tell your dad."

"What time will you be back?"

"Tomorrow at 12 pm"

This was your chance to be with him, you waited for her to leave so you can go to his room.

Before going to his room you changed into a long white shirt with no panties.

You went upstairs to, opened the door and he wasn't there, only the bed.

So you lay down, somewhat discouraged in nanami's place.

You woke up in the middle of the night because someone had turned on the room light.

"What, oh"

Nanami is there with his costume still on.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he said firmly.

"I wanted to sleep here with you since mom left. Where were you?"

"I took your mother to the place she said she was going" as he closed the door to the room and took off his clothes.

He is so beautiful, his chiseled body and strong arms, long legs and big hands you are sure his whole hand was bigger than your face.

"Stop looking at me with that leering look of yours."

You smiled mischievously

"So you already know?"

"From the moment I saw you I knew, you're a whore."

"I didn't expect that, are you going to let me sleep with you?"

"You don't know what you're doing" he sat down next to you, you were still in your place.

He was wearing baggy gray pants and nothing else.

You spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy.

"You're such an asshole."

He ran his hands over your face, then he leaned in towards you.

"Once I start I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to, do you understand that?"

"Yes, daddy."

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you very roughly, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, he knew what he was doing.

How am I supposed to put my dick inside her, I'm sure even my finger won't fit in there. Nanami think.

It was as if your stepfather wanted you to know how strong he was. He didn't even ask you,but he stuck 4 of his fingers inside you. It hurt, but you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle him.

He wouldn't take his mouth off yours, until he pulled his fingers out of you.

Your mascara ran, your lips were swollen and reddish and your eyes were crystallized.

He put his fingers inside your mouth.

"Lick them."

So you leaned your head back and began to do it, making lewd noises, he removed his fingers from your mouth, a trickle of saliva between them. He put your legs between his and started to pull down his pants, you didn't get to see the whole thing and you started to lick your mouth.

"It's not going in."

"You haven't seen it yet, how can you tell?"

"Are you stupid? I said it won't fit"

He was irritated and you could hear it in his voice.

You looked at him a little scared, he pulled up his pants, turned away from you and went to look for something in his closet.

While you were still trying to calm down.

"Shit, that wouldn't even fit in my mouth."

Nanami is furious with a belt in his hand.

He walks up to you and grabs you by the wrists tightly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." He take off your shirt and he sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. "What are you doing?" you scream and he just smirk. "What you should have gotten a long time ago. A good old fashioned punishment. Are you going to act like a whore? Then you're going to be treated like one."

He ties the belt around your neck, closing the buckle on it.

As you kick your legs trying to get it off.

A part of you, however, is intrigued by what he is doing and doesn't want him to stop. "Stop moving bitch or I'll tie you to the bed."

You spit at him as he slaps your ass hard. You scream and squirm as he gives you several and you feel your ass turn red,burn and sore.

"Such a pretty shade of red." He murmur "Are you liking this?" He ask genuinely.

Your cheeks turn red. "You're doing fucking great." You gasp as the belt was choking you and he looks at you.

"I'll have fun with you tonight" you smile "Now let's start your punishment."

Did I hear that right? Start?

You drop your head as nanami gropes your ass.

"Good girl" he gives a few more swats on your hot ass before lifting you up next to him. " I've wanted this for so long. I just wanted to slap those silly punks and show them that you're mine,"

He mumbled before kissing you hard.

This was by far the best kiss of your life.

He removed the belt from your throat and you caught some breath,

until he grabbed you by the hair making you fall on the floor in 4, forcing you to stay in that position, you looked up to see a big bulge in his pants.

Nanami was pulling you by the hair towards his cock and you couldn't take your eyes off his bulge.

"What a slut I have as a daughter"

he lifts your face to the bulge and presses your head into it.

Fuck he smelled good, you felt like you were floating.

After that he pulls down his pants letting his cock out with a *plop*. It was big, long, veiny, with a curve and his head was big, standing up with a rock hard erection.

There's no way it's going in my mouth.

He strokes your lips with the head of his cock, you only have eyes on his cock.

He slaps you hard on the face.

"Don't take your eyes off my face."

as he knows how degrading this is and wants to make sure you don't try to hide. He keeps slapping you across the face as he stares into your eyes making sure we maintain contact,your cheeks were already red. Then he puts his cock back in your mouth,

"Don't ever look away again."

he starts to fuck your mouth hard. His cock was going in a back and forth motion the tip was not hitting your uvula, you can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as he continues to enter your mouth, a few more inches, with each thrust he was forcing more into your throat now he keeps his cock inside now as you start to choke and cry and try to pull back, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stay still, you felt as if your jaw was going to open sucking such a cock then he pulls back and slaps your face hard with his hand.

"I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me, you can't even follow an order that easy" you hear as he gives you another slap and pushes his cock back inside you.

It makes him harder as you try to take his cock.

Your mind was dizzy you feel drool and saliva dripping down your chin as his rhythm quickens and you feel confused.

"Your pussy fluids are making a puddle on the floor y/n, like a dog"

you can't do anything but get aroused as his deep, panting voice couldn't be sexier. Feeling his hand holding you tightly and he continues to fuck your face as the tears fall to join all the drool.

You were wondering how long you had been with him since mom left, your knees were sore, your neck and jaw hurt. When he was about to cum?, your mouth could no longer contain his cock.

He let go of your hair and placed both his hands on your head. And you were you right, they were bigger than your face. He started to fuck your mouth even harder which made you kick and scream with his cock in your mouth, he ignored this and continued as if nothing happened, he let out a moan and pushed back on your head and you could feel the sweat on his pelvis with the tip of your nose, He pushed harder so that his cock filled your throat, the tip was no longer hitting your uvula, it was touching your esophagus.

Nanami dropped all his cum down your throat,with a slight moan,every drop of hot cum filling your mouth, but he still wouldn't take his cock out of your mouth.

"If you waste a drop, I won't do this with you again."

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you watched as every centimeter slipped away.

With your body trembling, you tilt your head back trying to swallow all his cum, you know big cock means big balls.

Gagging noises came out of your throat as you finally swallowed all of his cum, he grabbed you by the neck and opened your mouth wide open, he wanted to make sure you weren't lying.

He picked you up off the floor and threw you on the bed. Your dripping hole didn't hold on to anything and you kept trying to sit up but ended up squirming like a helpless animal, but with no luck. That only made him hornier. He kissed you placing his legs between yours.

"I think you're ready now."

the wet tip found your tight hole and tried to push in, but you squeezed your hole as tight as you could, refusing to give access come on, it's big but you wanted so badly to fight one more time.

He grunted in annoyance, Use his powerful hands to grab the bottom of both your thighs, holding you open and still for him. You didn't want to pull back and without a second thought, you tried to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you over his lap with his hands gripping the back of your knees. He held you painfully open and you couldn't hold yourself tight any longer with the slick lips of your pussy opening before him and his hard cock.

. He was so strong that he held you casually with the strength of his arms without flinching one bit, and then his cock, hot and slippery began to enter you.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his hot breath against your ear and cheek. You moaned loudly and as he slid deeper into your entrance, slipping between your tight walls, there was no way you could contain the primal moan that escaped you.

"No! A-Aaaah! What are you... doing to me? It feels good."

"You asked for this didn't you?" you already sounded shattered, he's hulking you clawed at his back and squirmed. His cock was wiggling like crazy inside your tight, soaking wet hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in from slapping against your cervix. It felt like a living creature all by itself. He let out moans and began to gyrate your hips, moving you any way he pleased and thrusting his veiny member in and out of you, simply pushing it back and forth from his pelvis.

He moaned in pleasure, the noise sounded somewhat strange to you. "I'm getting you ready for my seed, you silly girl."

" I'm really surprised. I thought your inside would be as soft as your outside. But ooo, oh..." He pushed the tapered tip to the hilt, the big head stroking and wiggling against your sensitive cervix, curling up to thrust hard into your sweet bundle of nerves, making you let out a long moan.

"You are much, much softer here. My daughter is so soft and pliable." You sighed in new ecstasy. You never got to enjoy degenerate pleasures like fucking and breeding.

The morbid pleasure coming off you was sweet but the gestures you made was too much for him,The aroma of your pussy juice dripping on his cock,he put his fingers inside you even with his cock inside you just to taste your juices,it was the closest thing to the taste of heavenly nectar.

At this action you just collapsed on the bed,his cock in your pussy pushed faster and swirled quickly inside you. Nanami's fingers rubbed and stroked your clit expertly and the crushing noises of his cock against your pussy grew louder as you grew wetter.

Tears rolled down your hot cheek, you began to feel that familiar tug at your core, forcing your walls to shudder around it. "I... I'm.... . C-..." Your words sounded choked, he began to choke you. Before you knew it, a blast of numbing euphoria crashed into you, spreading from your fucking pussy, through your legs and down to your toes .Your body relaxed and you were just breathing hard trying to catch your breath. "Hey" he says and you feel a hand grab a fistful of your hair to pull your head back wildly, making you scream in pain and surprise.

"Do you think we're done, Pet?" positioning his thumb on your lower lip. "My little bitch has to be thoroughly tamed. Your pathetic naughty little hole has yet to be molded and shaped by my desire. You are still too tight for what I want to do to you."

You were confused, even feeling a little scared again because you had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms, nothing that masturbation or toys could experience, and yet somehow, Fuck, being with your stepfather was a sinful nightmare, but he was doing it so well.

Kento turned you over and lifted your ass. He bent down and approached your ear, moving your hair to the other side.

"Y/n?"

"y..yes daddy."

"You were virgin?"

Sobbing you tried to form a word and nanami's arm was around your neck.

"Yes, I was"

He kissed your cheek happy to be the first man to be inside you.

He turned you around and spread your legs. Your battered hole couldn't take it anymore and you struggled to close your legs gently but nanami squeezed the slits near your pelvis to open them wide again. He spit on his penis to lubricate it and masturbate before entering you. The sight of that was enough to give anyone a fucking heart attack.

You sobbed, and shook your head at him. "No, wait, don't come in," you pleaded.

"You already take it, of course you can now"

He made sure your legs were spread wide enough for him, he started by slowly pushing his head in once he entered, and with a push of his cock and a pull of your hips with his hands, his huge cock thrust into your pussy.

You screamed, there were no words to describe the feeling, it was too good, too much for your little pussy. You felt too stuffed, the pleasure was scorching. Nanami pulled your body down on his cock until the head slammed into your cervix, filling every nook and cranny of your defeated pussy. Nanami felt your wetness and heat envelop him completely. He let out a long, drawn out moan that echoed in your ear, taking a moment to savor the initial act of suddenly filling your Pet. Tears began to stream down your face unable to hold them back any longer. Your soft pussy was forced to hold it back, the lips of your cunt stretched to the limit to embrace and squeeze.

Nanami could not believe that the fragile form of a small, pretty stepdaughter could pleasure him in this way. He knew he was becoming addicted.

He pulled out until only the head was trapped inside you and thrust in again. The large mass at the tip of his head, a very faint but visible lump rose up and formed in your belly from your the area under your stomach. You could do nothing but feel his dick move and stroke you and, without warning, he moved forward, reaching deeper, causing your bladder to feel stimulated and urine a little on his penis, wetting it.

He pushed his entire cock inside you one more time.

"I'm going to come inside your uterus, y/n," sharply his own thrusts became louder as he tried to force as much of his cock into your pussy as possible,

"about to cum?, I can feel your pussy, you like my cock hitting your cervix, don't you honey?"

"goddammit,please daddy" his pelvis pounding your ass so brutally you wondered if there would be bruises, "are you going to cum, what a greedy pussy. I'm going to cum, fuck, what a tight pus..sy."

His thrusts were so deep that you could feel the semen shooting out of him.

The tip of his penis was able to open your cervix a little, he wasn't lying when he said he was going to cum in your uterus.

You could feel the semen shooting into your loins, mixing with the copious amounts of your fluids and sloshing around. You felt as if he was in your stomach, as if his cock had unloaded a load of cum directly into your belly and the pressure was immense. You screamed, your nails digging back into Nanami's chest as he groaned,your softened at the orgasm.

He pulled his length out of your pussy,and contemplated what he did.

"Wow, what a mess."

"D-daddy, ," you said with your last breaths.

He lay down next to you kissing your forehead. "You did great,baby"as he looked at you with a warm smile.

Your body was already tired, you just fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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beigehearts · 3 years ago

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Part I, The Awakening

so im in love with Ran Haitani i might not even get to any requests with the way im feeling so please bear with me. ill be writing fics to make myself feel better and that is all thank you for your understanding

TW / CW // unedited, violence, intense descriptions of gore Word Count: 2.7k

You find yourself in an alley. It's dark and dingy and smells something like rotten food and dead rats. It's a full moon tonight, and it shines brightly through the faded clouds. Snow is trickling down, so lightly that you would miss it if you weren't looking for it. You're laying in the snow of this revolting alley, laid out as if you're trying to make a snow angel.

How did you get here?

It's so cold that your fingers and toes have practically frozen off of your body. So numb, so cold, so alone. You sit up and look around; you can hear your bones creaking as you move around. Now that you're thinking about it... Who are you?

You stand up, ignoring the pain and aches of your body. You can't remember how you got here. You can't remember why you're hear. You can't remember even a week ago. Your mind is a blank slate and it makes you want to scream. Nothing. You remember absolutely nothing.

But you can't stay here. You're already one foot in the grave but you refuse to lay in it. You rub your arms and shiver. You're wearing nothing but a sports bra and some pajama shorts.

buzz buzz

Ah, a phone. You begin walking out of the alley and pull the phone from your pocket.

Addy

where are you??

are you okay???

I'm about to call the police

please answer

I'm worried about you.

sent at 2:04 am

That's not the only missed message. There are two others from who you can assume are friends. And a bunch of missed calls from those same friends.

It's 2:05 am on December 31st, 2007.

For some reason the date just feels wrong. Something about it just feels off.

There's an empty street with shops lining it, all of them with lights off and doors locked. You amble down it and are glad that you can't feel your toes. All you can feel in your bare feet is the crunch of the almost frozen over snow.

Maybe you'll be able to find something on your phone. Your cracked and slow smart phone opens up and you scroll to the maps app. The most recently searched address is 682 白桃通り. Alright, so that's where you'll go. Hopefully you can get out of this cold and warm up some.

You follow the directions, bearing with the 35 minute walk it directs. All of your limbs are starting to go numb, all of them feel like they'll fall off at any moment.

It's an apartment complex. You walk through the empty lobby and take the elevator to the sixth floor. 682... 682... Ah, here it is. The door has a large crack straight down the middle, and the doorknob is barely hanging on.

Hesitantly you push the door open and peek inside. You find the light switch and close the door behind you. The place is completely destroyed. The couch is flipped over and television is laying flat on the ground. Most definitely it will not be able to work. The walls have small holes in them... Bullet holes. There's blood splattered across the walls and the furniture.

But it's warm. So warm. You find the bedroom and hurry inside where it's even warmer. You rush to the bathroom and gape at your reflection.

Your nose is blue, there are icicles hanging from your eyelashes... The rest of your face is beat red and as you warm up it begins to burn. But that's not the extent of it. Your left eye is swollen, it's practically pulsating with it's black, purple and blue color. Your lip is cut down the side, you can see the flesh clearly as the skin splits.

You look down at your hands aimlessly and wonder, just where have you been? Your hands are the same color as your swollen eye and your knuckles are, blood smeared all over them.

As you examine your body, you begin to feel the pain setting in. Stinging hands, aching face, burning toes… It looks like you put up a fight with whatever happened. That thought alone seldom brings you comfort.

You look through the drawers of the bedroom, finding a sweatshirt and some sweatpants along with fuzzy socks. You waste no time in rushing to the shower, basking in the burn of the water and the aching of your sore muscles. The water runs brown and red, staining the shower tiles with it’s hideous color.

Once out of the shower you tend to your wounds. The cuts on your torso and face… But this bruise on your eye is only going to get bigger and swell until the point that you can’t see. You stand over your bathroom sink and grab a knife from the kitchen. Ah yes, here comes the worst part. You bring the knife up to your eye and try to stop the shaking of your hands.

This is necessary you remind yourself. You press the end of the knife into the wound, creating a decent sized slit in it. Immediately blood begins pouring out of it, blinding you as it stains your bathroom counters. Once it stops gushing by itself, you squeeze the rest of the blood out and put a bandage over it after disinfecting it.

After cleaning up the mess that looks like a murder (for the most part), you put on your clothing and jump right into bed. You definitely deserve a nice rest in this comfortable bed. After having done some sleuthing around the apartment, you realized that it’s yours based on the pictures hung of you and your friends. Not to mention the mug with your name on it.

Having the front door busted open and unable to be locked is a bit worrying but it couldn’t possibly get worse than it is right now. You wake up in the morning to the sound of pounding on your front door. Though it doesn’t really mean much because they burst into your house. What is up with people breaking into your house?

You sit up and squint at the suspects who enter your bedroom. There are two intimidating men who make their way over to you. One is an incredibly tall man, Wearing a black kimono of sorts that has something written on it that you can’t quite place. He has dark brown hair that’s pulled back into a single braid. On the side of his head is a dragon tattoo that you think must have been very painful to get.

The other man is much shorter than him, he has cropped black hair that covers his eyes and wears a tank top with a loose zip up sweatshirt.

“Looks like you’ve been busy.” Says the taller one with a chuckle. Though despite his words you can see worry in his eyes.

You look towards the shorter man and squint. He looks so tired, and so rundown. He cocks his head to the side and sucks on the lollipop hanging from his lips. “What the hell happened?”

They must be your friends, that’s the only way this makes sense. You stare at your hand and feel your mind go blank, because you’re asking yourself the same question.

The shorter one looks up at the taller, “Draken…”

He nods at his friend, knowing what he’s asking. The black haired one leaves the room and goes to investigate the torn up living room and kitchen.

So his name is Draken. He sits next to you and places a gentle hand on your knee. He furrows his brows and looks at your face, hoping for answers in just your expression.

“What’s going on?” He asks quietly.

You barely missed being shot… That you can remember but it’s more of an intuition than it is memory. You can hear the whizzing of the bullet by your ear and the loud blow of the gun, deafening you.

You look up at him and shake your head, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“What do you remember?” He coos.

You shake your head more vigorously this time, “I don’t know! I don’t remember it! I don’t remember anything!”

His eyes go wide, “What do you not remember? How much?”

You shrug his hand off of your leg and find yourself yelling, “Nothing! Fucking! Nothing! I don’t even know my own fucking name!”

Draken stands up and holds his hand out to you, “We call you Bruiser…”

After that they swept you from your home and plopped you on the back of 'Mikey's' bike. You were taken to Draken's house, he lives in an apartment above his bike shop. Draken leads you through the building with his hand resting on your back.

You sit down on his futon and they settle down as well. They called some people and instructed them to come over. Now you're wondering if you're with friends or enemies. You assume they're friends but how could you ever be sure when you don't have any memories?

You down on some convenience store onigiri, realizing just how hungry you are. The hunger is painful, and your body feels weak.

Someone enters the room and you look up from your food. He's tall as well, with long black hair and narrow eyes. He storms through the room until he's directly in front of you, looking down at you with his sharp gaze. When he opens his mouth you see that his teeth are just as sharp as his look.

"Bruiser what is going on?" He growls out, seeming angry. But he's purely concerned.

Instead of answering you take a bite of your rice snack. He smacks the triangular rice from your hand and grips your jaw. "What happened?"

You grab his wrist to pull his hand away but you're just not strong enough. "Fuck if I know! Who do you think you are?!"

He grits his teeth and how he answers you sends you into silence.

His lips press against yours roughly and your eyes shoot wide open. His kiss is rough and so are his lips, and something about it is familiar. He steps back and examines you for a moment.

You open your mouth to speak but close it. But then you open it again, “Are you a fucking idiot?”

Laughter echoes throughout the room, everyone but you finding this funny. Mikey wipes a tear from his eye and shakes his head, “We we’re going to wait before getting to that point, Baji.”

Huh? What?

You stand up from the bed and shoot a cold look at Baji. How dare he kiss you without asking or waiting for your consent! You raise your hand and bring it down fast, leaving a red and stinging mark on his face.

That laughter trickles out, and turns into an uncomfortable silence. But you don’t have to deal with this… You’re not sure what kind of life you were living but it doesn’t matter, your dignity is more important.

You gather up your belongings, (a jacket, phone, some onigiri, wallet, keys) and storm out of the bike shop. You can tell that something in that room changed when you slapped Baji, a light and fun atmosphere turned dark and heavy.

You don’t bother with looking at your phone or asking for directions, you’ll end up wherever your feet take you. Where they lead you to is another shop… well actually it’s not a shop at all, it’s a bar. You check your phone, 5:45 pm. That’s plenty late enough for a drink.

But before you enter you gaze up at the neon sign. It’s a lit up pint of beer that’s being tipped to the side. The white of the foam is begging to tell you something…

An image flashes in your head, a man being held up against it. He’s held up by nails in his hands and feet, plastered up there for everyone to see, like a tourist attraction. Blood drips from above, dripping onto the sidewalk and leaving a thick puddle.

But it’s only a fleeting image.

You enter the bar and look around hesitantly. It’s some rich type of bar where the booths are surrounded by tinted glass and the tables have complimentary shot glasses. You’ve definitely been here before. But the layout of the place is bugging you. Somethings off.

You earn yourself some looks as you find an empty booth in the very back of the building. It’s smaller than the others, the others can fit six to eight people but this booth can only seat two to four.

It's not exactly as bumping as a bar/club usually is. Sweet oldies play quietly while rich groups of people sit together, sipping of martinis and laughing in 'rich'.

It really is beginning to bother you, immensely. Everything seems so familiar but so foreign at the same time. It's as if the décor has been changed around a bit but holds the same aesthetic as what you can remember. What is it? What feels so wrong about this?

You're too lost in your own thought to realize that someone has entered the building and taken a seat not far from you. He's surrounded by other men who take quickly to drinking. They seem out of place but their demeanor is very comfortable.

After a few drinks (maybe a few too many) You set down the stack of money that resides in your pocket. Who are you to have so much cash stashed away in your pocket? Maybe a prostitute? That would explain why that man kissed you before. Baji.

Time to go home, you're pretty sure you remember how to get home even in this drunken state. Apparently you're a woman who can handle her alcohol, good to know. You find yourself skipping down the empty street of the usually bustling town. Everything seems to shut down at night, leaving it as a ghost town.

There's something so freeing in being a reborn human. While it's frustrating, it feels like you can be anyone or anything. No regrets to weigh on you, no trauma to destroy you, and no memory of the people who have most certainly used you. It's so freeing.

Snowflakes begin descending from the sky, brushing over your clothes and leaving the tiniest of wet spots. It's just like that night. Yesterday night. It seems like so long ago. But this time you aren't half naked and freshly beaten. The moon is shining so brightly that it's almost blinding even through the clouds heavy with snow. You've realized you need to learn to appreciate the small things... In just one day of your new blank slate life, you've had a lot of realizations.

Appreciate the small things. Your past doesn't define you. Perseverance is key. Life is fragile and short... all cheesy realizations you would hear a villain from a kids movie say. But those realizations are a lot for a person with no memories. Right?

Behind you there's the crunching of feet on the cold snow, following not too far behind. Once again your thoughts have consumed you and your senses, leaving you oblivious and defenseless.

The perpetrator begins gaining on you, until he's only steps away. Something else that you didn't know is just how fast your reflexes are. A hand reaches out to you and you duck, swinging your leg to knock the person off of their feet. But they easily evade your attack by jumping over your leg like a skip-it.

You jump back and hold your fists up, ready to fight whoever it is.

In front of you stands a tall man with fair skin. His hair is parted into two sections, black braids that hang over his shoulders. He's wearing a black outfit that makes it hard to see his physique but you can assume it's muscular and lean. But it's his eyes. Yes.

Cold, lifeless eyes that peer down at you as if you are no more than a pathetic bug. Yes. That's what it is. That's exactly what it is.

A long stick, cracking into the back of your knee and you fold. You're hit over the head with it but barely remain consciousness. That baton... Why are you remembering a cold and heavy baton assaulting you when you look at this man?

He puts a hand on his hip and cocks his head to the side, "Why are you alive Bruiser?"

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years ago

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SF9 Reaction: The Morning After

A/n: not requested, but im a new sf9 stan and I am appalled at the lack of content variety for them so requests for sf9 are open my people! (this is not thoroughly edited sryy)

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Youngbin:

The sun peeked through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. Squinting your eyes, you stretched your arms and rolled over only to find a body next to you. A head of messy shaggy black hair lay tousled on the pillow beside you. Your eyes trained down the tan skin of the body, recognizing the familiar tattoo on his left side.

A smile slipped onto your face remembering the events of last night, Youngbin had come over for dinner and ended up staying the night...and a little more. Quietly you got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom to shower. After you finished you slipped on some shorts and a random shirt from your closet. Your legs were a little sore as you walked back up the bed.

Not wanting to wake your boyfriend just yet, you climbed back under the covers and wrapped your arms around his torso. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths. After a few moments, you felt him shift onto his back, eyes blinking open.

He smiled seeing you already awake. “Morning,” His voice sent shivers down your spine. His arms wrapped around you pulling your body on top of his. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” you hummed leaning down and kissing his lips.

He sighed, hand running up and down your back. “Are you free today?” Youngbin asked rolling over so he was hovering over you. You smiled as he pressed tender kisses down your neck.

“Of course, I’m free. It’s a Saturday.”

He looked up wide eyed. “It’s a Saturday?”

“Yes, what day did you think it was?” Youngbin looked off to the side in thought. He really was the most precious man on this planet. You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been so busy lately.” He laughed and laid next to you. His hand reached for yours, playing with your fingers. For a moment you simply stared at each other, lovestruck grins on both your faces.

“You want to go get brunch?” You asked with a smile.

“That sounds really good.”

Inseong:

Something soft brushed against your neck. Your eyes were still too heavy to open, but your sleepy mind recognized the touch. Sleepily you ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s soft hair as you tried to open your eyes. A soft glow was coming through the bedroom window.

Inseong hovered above you a sweet smile on his face. “Hi,” you whispered, making his smile grow larger. Pulling him down you pressed your lips against his, in a gentle kiss. “What time is it?” You whispered against his lips.

“About eight.”

You sighed and rolled into his side, snuggling into his arm. “I have work in an hour.” You whined. He laughed as you pulled the covers over your head. His long fingers pried the duvet away from your face. “Do I have to go to work?” You asked cutely, making his heart jump.

“Yes. Being an adult is a mandatory thing.”

You sighed, hugging onto him even tighter. “What if I just put you in my purse and took you with me?” Inseong chuckled, the laugh vibrating throughout his chest. It was a happy sound.

“I don’t think my six-foot tall ass could fit in your purse.”

“You don’t know that. I’m very persistent.”

He laughed kissing the top of your head. The two of you spent a few more minutes cuddled up in bed, legs tangled together. “Okay, now you do have to get up.” A groan fell past your lips. “Hey, I’ll come back tonight after practice?” Your ears perked up at the mention of Inseong coming back.

You kissed his lips once more, before begrudgingly removing yourself from your boyfriend’s arms and the bed. He watched you get dressed a smile on his face. Before you left you leaned over Inseong still lying in bed, kissing his lips then his cheek. “Will you lock up before you leave?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Key is under the mat if you get here before me tonight.” You said with a wink before you left your boyfriend in your bedroom as you headed off to work.

Jaeyoon:

The sound of rain pelting against your window slowly brought you back to consciousness. Long fingers dragged softly up and down your back. Turning over, you saw your boyfriend, sitting up against your headboard, scrolling through his phone. Your tired eyes raked over him.

His dark hair was messy and sticky up in all directions. The light from his phone cast a blue glow over his face, highlighting all the sloping lines that made up your Jaeyoon. He smiled feeling you move under his hand.

“Morning gorgeous,”

His voice was deep and raspy sending shivers down your spine. The sheets rustled as you climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. Jaeyoon leaned down pressing a slow breathtaking kiss onto your lips. “Do you have schedules today?” You whispered against his lips. He sighed, feeling your hands run through his hair.

“No, I’m yours for the day.”

“Just for the day?” You said kissing down his jaw. Jaeyoon smiled, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“For as long as you’ll have me,”

Jaeyoon rolled over, so he was laying on top of you, head snuggled in the crook of your neck. You listened to the rain, rubbing soothing patterns on the tan skin of your boyfriend’s back. “I wish I could wake up like this every morning,” He smiled at your words, lips trailing down your shoulder.

“Let’s get an apartment together then.”

You sat up, looking at your boyfriend. “Jae, you aren’t serious...are you?” Jaeyoon got off of you, leaning his head on his hand. He looked up at you, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.” Jaeyoon pulled you back down into his bare chest. “I would be crazy to pass up rainy mornings in bed with you.” You smiled feeling him kiss the top of your head. “That, and sex with you is incredible.” He said, you smacking his shoulder in response.

Dawon:

The blaring of an alarm woke you up. Groaning you reached over and shut it off. “Inseong...I don’t want to get up.” A voice whined next to you. Dawon rolled over, onto his left side, as if trying to get away from his bandmate. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on before crawling over your boyfriend. Your hands traced over the familiar tattoos on his chest and stomach.

He sighed, feeling your lips on his. “I’m not Inseong, baby.” He smiled, eyes finally opening. “Hi,” You whispered kissing him again.

“You are a sight for sore eyes.” He said drowsily.

“Better than Inseong?”

“Oh, yeah. Miles better. Light years better.”

You laughed out loud, making Dawon smile. He loved your laugh. “Are you hungry?” You asked sitting up, legs on either side of his sheet covered body. He nodded yawning. “Pancakes?” His eyes popped open, and he sat up, arms wrapping around you.

“Y/n, have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

Laughing, you kissed his cheek and walked out of the bedroom. Your hands busied themselves with prepping all the ingredients on your kitchen counter. Dawon shuffled around your bedroom probably trying to find his clothes. “You can shower if you want!” You called out into the apartment. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dawon sleepily shuffle into your bathroom wearing only his boxers.

Ignoring the urge to join him, you began making the pancakes. Just as you finished the door opened and Dawon walked out, towel drying his hair. “This smells amazing,” Dawon said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Let’s hope it tastes that way.” You said handing him a plate.

“Won’t taste as good as you,” Dawon said with a smirk, a blush flooding your cheeks. Instead of responding you took one of the strawberries from off his plate and bit into the juicy fruit.

Zuho:

You were awakened by the sound of thumping in your room. Sitting up you looked to find Zuho doing his best to silently get dressed; failing miserably. “Where are you going?” You asked, pulling the sheets over your chest as you sat up. Your best friend turned at the sound of your voice.

“Uhhh.....Nowhere.”

“If you were going nowhere you would still be in bed with me.”

You could practically see the gears turning in his brain. His sleepy mind was doing it’s best to process the meaning behind your words. It was hard to hide how cute you thought he was. “So.....Wait- I don’t understand...”

“Get back in bed, doofus.”

Zuho sighed and practically fell back onto your bed, falling asleep almost immediately. You laughed and pulled him back under the covers. With his eyes closed, Zuho pulled you into his chest, his leg throwing itself over yours. “So, last night?” He asked, rubbing your bare back. “Does this mean I can finally take you out on an actual date?”

“Well- yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for like eight months.”

Zuho laughed. He rested his head on top of yours. “I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It would suck if I lost you over something like this. Like...really suck.” He sighed fully content with you in his arms. His heartbeat was slowly lulling you back to sleep.

“It would take more than that to get rid of me.” You hummed. You were completely happy laying with Zuho. It was still insane to you that it took a random hookup for the two of you to finally confess.

“Like what?” Zuho questioned.

Closing your eyes, you cuddled closer to him, arms wrapping around his stomach. “I don’t even want to think about leaving you.” You smiled feeling his heart beat a little faster. Soon the two of you fell back asleep, tangled up in each others arms.

Rowoon:

The bed was cold. The air conditioner must have kicked in at some point in the night. Cool air blew across your bare shoulders. Seeking warmth, you reached over for your boyfriend only to find him missing. You sat up, looking around the room. You immediately recognized the familiar smell in the room. You were at Rowoon’s dorm.

The other boys were on vacation, but Rowoon stayed behind for some filming. You smiled realizing the two of you were completely alone. You flinched as your feet touched the cool wood of the floor. The sound of the shower running floated into the empty hallway.

You smiled and pushed open the door, seeing Rowoon’s tall frame behind the curtain. Shedding any remaining clothing, you pulled the curtain back enough for you to step inside.

Rowoon turned at the sound and smiled seeing you behind him. Quickly he rinsed the soap out of his hair, before turning to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning,” You said reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss.

“Is this how you’re going to greet me every morning?” He teased, looking you up and down.

The water pelted down from the showerhead, wetting your shoulders. “It does save water,” You said with a smirk. He chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest.

“Of course. Thank you for being so conscious of the Earth’s resources.”

You laughed as he pushed you further under the water, soaking your entire body. He pushed your wet hair away from your face with a smile. Reaching back he grabbed a bottle and handed it to you. “Now, I’ll smell like you,” Rowoon’s heart skipped a beat at your bright smile.

“Is that a good thing?”

“I love how you smell.” You said kissing him again. He sighed feeling your teeth pull at his bottom lip. His hands gripped your waist pulling you closer to him a smile shared between the two of you before joining your lips again.

Taeyang:

You were awakened by music playing in your apartment. You sat up very confused. Taeyang was no longer beside you. You could have sworn you fell asleep right next to him. With tired eyes and a sluggish body you dragged yourself out of bed and grabbed the nearest shirt on the floor.

Rubbing your eyes you walked out into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing shirtless with a vacuum. His hair bounced as he moved with the happy music playing from your TV. His smile brightened when he turned and saw you leaning against the wall watching him.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He laughed and turned off the vacuum. “The one time you clean and it’s in my apartment. Tae, I may have to marry you.” Taeyang rushed over, pulling you into a big bear hug.

“Do you see me complaining?”

He smiled, feeling you bury your face in his neck. “Did you sleep well?” He nodded, pulling back to look at your face.

“Do you always look like this in the morning?” Taeyang asked brushing his knuckles over your cheek.

“Like what?”

“Like a gift from heaven.” You squealed, hands covering your face. He laughed, dragging you further into the living room. “Dance with me, baby.” Taeyang took your hand and spun you around. After a few minutes of dancing the both of you collapsed onto the couch out of breath.

“Do you want to order in?” You asked, playing with Taeyang’s slender fingers. He nodded and reached over you to grab his phone. With the food ordered, you melted into the couch watching a new episode of the show Tae was currently binging. The doorbell rang, but neither of you moved to get off the couch.

After a shared look, Taeyang yelled through the door, “JUST LEAVE IT THERE!” Taeyang kissed your cheek before rolling off the couch and grabbing the food. He jumped back next to you with a smile, finally able to enjoy the rest of your morning.

Hwiyoung:

Arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Your hands pressed against a firm chest as you slowly started to wake up. A dull gray light floated through your bedroom window. Hwiyoung lay under you, still asleep. You smiled remembering the night before.

A sigh left your lips, feeling completely content. Sleepily, you reached up and twirled a strand of Hwiyoung’s hair between your fingers. He hummed still half asleep. “Hi, handsome.” You whispered, hand still playing with his hair.

Hwiyoung’s hands left your waist to cover his face, but you could see his ears turn a light shade of red. Gently you removed his hands being greeted with his bright smile. Before Hwiyoung could say anything his phone began playing an upbeat song. He sighed and reached over, turning it off.

“I have schedules today,” He whined. You leaned up, kissing him sweetly. His head fell back onto your pillow, thumb rubbing over the bare skin on your hip. “What if I just didn’t show up?” He asked making you laugh.

His smile fell when you shook your head and you started to move away from him. “I have classes today too.” His head turned, looking at you beside him. “Believe me, I would keep you here if I could.” Hwiyoung smiled, before sitting up, taking some of the sheets with him.

You wrapped your arms around his chest, placing loving kisses on his shoulder. “You keep doing that I’ll never leave your bed.” Your boyfriend whispered. You could hear the grin in his voice. Eventually, he did get up and gathered his clothes, getting dressed in front of you.

You watched Hwiyoung with sleepy eyes as he gathered his things. His long hair was still a mess and his shirt was wrinkled, but he looked almost the same as when he came over the night before. Giving you his signature gummy smile, he leaned over you, kissing you lovingly. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asked, hopeful eyes looking into yours.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Hwiyoung smiled and left your apartment, leaving you to get ready for the rest of your day, a smile plastered on your face.

Chani:

Something cold brushed against your leg. Your eyes fluttered open, sleep still trying to pull them close. You sat up a pair of arms falling off of your waist. Pain shot through your temples as you reached for your phone. However, it wasn’t your phone. It was Chani’s. Your eyes widened, seeing your best friend asleep beside you. You were at the dorm. No matter how hard you tried you struggled to remember much from the night before. Some drinking was involved. Chani pulled you back into his room for some reason.

You cringed, memories of rough kisses and heated moments returning to you all at once. This was not how you wanted to tell Chani you liked him. Far from it. His phone told you that it was almost four in the morning. Slowly you got up from the bed, wincing at the pain between your legs. “Good grief, Chani.” You mumbled under your breath as you searched for your clothes quietly.

After slipping your underwear back on, you grabbed the first shirt you could find on the floor, tossing it over your body. “That’s mine, Y/n.” Turning you saw Chani sitting up in bed. A piece of his dark hair sticking straight up. His deep voice raw from sleep. He looked more handsome than anyone should in the morning. “Where are you going?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

You had no idea how to react. He sounded like he wanted you to stay. Maybe he was still asleep? “I was just going to go-”

“Don’t go,” He said giving you a sleepy smile. His eyes looked towards the nightstand before he motioned you back onto the bed. Hesitantly, you sat next to him trying to keep your eyes from raking over his chiseled torso. “I have a gift for you.” Chani reached over, pulling open the drawer. In his hands was a little blue box. His hand brushed yours as he handed it to you. You stared questioningly at the box before looking back to him. In the box was a little metal key. “It’s a key to the dorms.”

You chuckled, setting the key back in the box. He looked up at you with an innocent smile. “What are you making me a more accessible late night booty call?”

Chani laughed pulling you down into a sweet kiss. “Late night,” His hands held tightly onto your hips. “Early morning,” He pulled away and smiled, watching your teeth drag over your bottom lip. “My girlfriend should be able to come over whenever she wants.”

“I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Duh.”

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eivorsjawline · 4 years ago

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tw: the usual blood and cuts visuals

Chapter 7: Turn Back Time

Reader’s POV

A crescent moon lit up the night sky and the grass remained damp from the recent storm, crickets and frogs sang nearby. The wet, muddy terrain on the hill worked my calves as well as ruined my shoes. My escort finally dropped me off at the stones. Though I know it's odd dropping a strange woman off at a landmark in the middle of the night, he never asked any questions. The atmosphere was dark and cold, part of me felt scared to go back. There is always the chance that the stones could send me to the wrong time period, or even further back. I found love here, and even friends of my own. At least what I thought was love, even if the feelings were not mutual. How could someone so sweet and loving towards me flip within an instant. I questioned if I truly knew Eivor at all in the time I spent here.

Everything changed through the years, but the stones remained the same. Unchanged by any shape or form of mankind. People have come and have gone as they have sat and watched patiently. I wonder whether people have even noticed my absence and how I would explain where I was. It's difficult bearing the truth but having no one to tell it to otherwise I’d be deemed insane. I was back where my journey started, in the same spot engulfed by the tall rocks around me. The standing stone I had touched previously stood directly in front of me. However, I couldn’t bring myself to touch it as if a magnetic force was pulling me away. My name echoed in the distance from a voice I could recognize no matter how far.

Eivor stepped down from her horse with caution and let out a groan. Her knees appeared weak as she stumbled towards me and her voice dry and tired. I still felt anger towards her and wondered why she didn't just apologize earlier.

“Y/n, wait!”

“Why, Eivor?”

“Im sorry, I’m drunk and I can't think right now. Please, forgive my harsh words… You deserve more than what I can offer you. So I…”

She paused and placed her hand on her stomach before dropping to her knees. I quickly moved her hand and lifted her undershirt to reveal she had been wounded. Though I’m not an expert, It was clear to see the wound was deadly. Eivor reached her hand outwards towards me for support. I screamed out her name whilst the anger in my body was now replaced with fear.

“Eivor, get up!”

She could hardly keep her eyes open and her body refused to stand up. For once, I had no time to think of what to do next. Running on pure adrenaline, I reached behind her and grabbed underneath her arms in an attempt to drag her but she was too heavy. My panicking only worsened from that point forward.

“Eivor, I need you to help me please… Just for a moment.”

Her eyes flickered with what little fight she had left in her body. I placed her arms around my neck, holding her wrist. This allowed her to place less of her body weight on me as I led her to the stone. She groaned in pain and could barely support herself. I quickly pulled her free hand onto the stone alone with mine.

This is the only way…

Eivor’s POV

Consciousness started to return to me as a bright light shined in my eye, I could make out the voices of other people around me. Everything was colorless, only white. For a moment, I truly thought I had died. I looked up to strange sounds coming from a machine that had cords hooked up to various parts of my body. Men and women wearing white coats surrounded me and they seemed to somehow know my name. I sat up to get a better view of my surroundings and my jaw dropped, unable to fix the frown on my face. I began to tug and pull out the lines connected to me and a woman advised me to stop.

“Where am I? Who are you people?”

“This is a hospital and we’re trying to help you. I need you to lay back down.”

The lights around me were so bright and everything so foreign, I felt genuine fear forming in my body. They mumbled towards one another, words I could not make any sense of. The woman in front of me started to fidget with a set of tools near my bed until I grabbed onto her wrist and she flinched. She squirmed and tried to pull my hand off before I finally released her.

“Tell me where y/n is… Please.”

“She's waiting for you outside… Doctor, she's moving too much she needs to be put back to sleep.”

What does she mean put back to sleep?

Before any further thoughts could form I felt a pinch in my arm and my eyes started to grow heavy. I could not fight my drowsiness so I succumbed to it.

Readers POV

I waited outside Eivor’s room anxiously. Thankfully, I had been placed in the exact same time period I had left. Nothing changed and I knew no questions would be plastered onto me by anyone I know. The door to Eivor’s room opened and a doctor greeted me, papers in his hands of x-rays and tests. He was a tall freckled man with thick brown hair and his glasses kept falling from the bridge of his nose. I stood up to shake his hand and waited for him to tell me any news of her.

“So, the wound has been disinfected and is ready for proper healing. We’ve done a few tests on her brain activity and everything is functioning normal. However, she has multiple scars all over her body. They look to be battle scars, oddly enough. I understand you tell me she’s a new friend of yours but do you know anything else about her life?”

“All I know is that her life has been a rough one… Now, when can she be released?”

“Soon. She’s very confused right now, unaware of her surroundings. Perhaps, once she's awake you can help jog her memory.”

“Could I at least see her now?”

“I’m assuming you’re not family therefore, I can't allow that. Leave your number and we’ll let you know when she’s ready to be brought home.”

I jotted down my number with the black-ink pen the doctor gave me. He told me she needs to be aware of her surroundings before any further stimulation. Even if the doctor seemed suspicious, they know only so little. I felt bad on the walk to my car, I didn’t wanna leave her all alone there but there was nothing I could do about It. I feared she would be angry with me once I picked her up. I started up my car and pulled out of the driveway, the rain trickled onto the front of my window and I turned on my windshield wipers. The drive back home was somewhat rejuvenating, being back relaxed me, I didn’t have to witness war and blood every second of the day.

I neared the driveway of my parking lot and pulled in. On the passenger seat my keys laid, I grabbed them and shut the car door. When I unlocked the front door to my apartment everything remained just as It was before, like nothing changed. My cat greeted me with a meow and I replied back with a scratch on her neck before making sure her food bowl was filled. I missed my life entirely, though I hadn’t been gone terribly long, a feeling of deja vu still resonated within me. The night would be long as I waited for my phone to go off. I turned the television on in my living room and kicked back, my cat laying next to me.

Just like old times...

Traveling through time seems to tire me, so I laid back and let my mind drift away.

Eivor’s POV

I awoke from my practically forced sleep. I knew my journey to her would bring me here, to her strange world. Some more clothes would have brought me more comfort rather than this sheet they have me in. My wound was healing nicely, the pain of it wearing away though still sore. Some good ale would help me endure this. The nurses treated me well, making me regret how aggressive I had been in the beginning. My knowledge of the world around me made them suspicious but they knew I was fully responsive. We discussed my release, and they gave me news that I should get ready to go home. One of the nurses placed a bag on the chair next to my bed.

“Your friend left some clothes for you to change into when she left.”

A simple shirt and pants, strange material though. Surely, for such an advanced time I would have thought the clothing would be more complex instead, It was rather minimalist. The shirt fit rather snug but the pants were fine and felt comfortable. No one bared any weapons or armor, I felt nude without anything to defend myself with. Everyone seemed content and relaxed, I envied the people around me and the sheltered lives they had always lived. They walked around completely oblivious, and so did I. The concept was foreign but trying to fit in with the people around me was easy, just act like everything is okay. I heard a knock on the door once I finished dressing and the doctor came in to consult with me. He shook my hand and smiled.

“Hello, Eivor. Your wound is healing wonderfully. How are you feeling?”

“Better than I was.”

“The severity of your wound was extreme, even I’m surprised you made it… Your scars, how did you get them? If you don't mind me asking.”

I threw my hands up in the air trying to spare some time, my voice became soft.

“Oh, you know. Used to be a troublemaker, got into some bad fights.”

“I assume you're still troublemaking since that wound is fresh.”

“This one was an.... accident.”

Reader’s POV

The familiar sound of my phone started to ring. I knocked out so hard, I’m not even sure what time it is. I wiped the corners of my mouth before clearing my throat, the hospital was calling me. Anxiously, I answered the call and It was the doctor I had spoken to prior. Finally, I can pick her up from the hospital. I never got up quicker, throwing on some clean clothes and grabbing my keys on the way out the door. I whipped out of the driveway and headed towards Eivor, I think I may have even been speeding. Upon arrival I made my way to the desk to check into Eivor’s room. I took the elevator and pressed the floor number I needed to go to. Ugh, I hate the smell of hospitals. Disinfectants and chemicals everywhere, yet the taste of nothingness in the air at the same time. I found myself at her room door, and knocked to make sure she was ready for my entrance. The door handle twisted and opened swiftly, my heart began to beat faster when I saw the way she looked at me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and gave her a warm embrace.

“I’m so sorry It happened this way. We’ll get you back, I promise.”

“There’s no need for apologies, you saved my life. These people saved my life, there would be no going back home if it wasn’t for your quick thinking. I will admit for the first time there is true fear in my body for what lies out there.”

I chuckled, sure enough she had the look of fear in her eyes.

“Eivor, there’s nothing to be scared of. Come on, let me show you my home. Oh, I just picked the shirt and pants out real quick, sorry if the fit is wrong. We’re going shopping as soon as possible...”

Eivor looked overwhelmed, perhaps the bright lighting and a bustling hospital was a lot to handle for her. We stepped in the elevator and made our way down, the buttons and how we dropped seemed to fascinate her. When we got outside to the parking lot she was surprised to see all the cars moving fast, faster than any horse could go. When we got to my car I made a short, “ta-da!” movement with my hands.

“This is my humble stallion, she takes me wherever I like.”

Behold, my silver car. A few years dated but in almost pristine condition, I seemed quite proud of myself somehow. I opened the door for her and had to remind her to tilt her head down when entering.

“More of those…”

She pointed at the numbers in my car.

“They're called buttons, love.”

I turned the volume dial on my car and played some tunes. The surprised expression on her face when she heard what we consider music, we shared a look before smiling and laughing at each other. The moment was short when she ran her fingers over the functions, the radio station changing repeatedly and the heater kicking on and off… Like a child in a candy shop, touching everything in sight. Though I was trying to contain my laughter, her face remained serious and extremely focused. I got on the road to go back home, making sure to play some of my favorite songs for her entertainment.

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fallingfor-fics · 4 years ago

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Teachers Pet- chapter 8: detention

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chapter 7

Before I knew it was 7:50 and I needed to hurry to Snape's classroom, I excused myself from the table before everyone else began to head to their dormitories. I practically sprinted down the hallways to the dungeons so I could make it on time. I got to his door at 7:57 and took a deep breath. I waited til my breath caught up to itself and gently knocked twice on the door. After about 30 seconds of silence I went to knock again but heard Snape mutter a "Come in" and slowly opened the door and stepped in closing it behind me. I noticed I was all alone and that made me even more afraid. "Hi professor im here for my detention.'' I said fiddling with my fingers as I stood awkwardly in the room. "Obviously" he said as he kept looking down at the papers he was grading.

After about a minute or two of standing there I grew tired of his silence "Are you gonna make me do something?" I said with more attitude in my voice than I intended. "Watch it Ms. L/n" he said looking up and making eye contact with me. His dark cold eyes not moving from mine. "Sorry" I whispered. "Organize the vials in my storage closet in alphabetical order and then clean those cauldrons from your class that are in the sink." he muttered and then returned back to his papers. Ughhh you gotta be kidding me this could take forever, unless I use magic, I thought smirking to myself and heading to the storage closet. "And no magic Ms. L/n." he added. Did he read my mind? What the heck? I rolled my eyes and began organizing his thousands of vials. Once I had finished I looked at my watch. 8:45, not bad, now onto the nasty cauldrons.

I walked out of the closet and over to the sink, I stopped at my table and took off my robes, I had my normal uniform on, and rolled up the sleeves of my white button up. I Turned on the water and began scrubbing away. This seemed to take forever. And when I finally got done at least three of my nails were broken, my back was incredibly sore and I had a stain on my shirt, I doubt I'll get that out. I walked over to his desk "I'm done" I muttered as I examined him grading the papers. You know he wasn't bad to look at. Kids here describe him way worse than he is, he isn't greasy. He does kinda look like a bat though, but that's just all the black he wears, which really suits him. Wait what was I saying? I blinked away the thoughts as I awaited his response. I remembered how I was gonna ask him for help and never got the chance too. I also kept in mind what Dumbledore had told me. Now would be as good a chance as ever. "Professor can I ask you something?" I asked quietly. He just looked up at me with exhausted eyes. "I'm sure you have noticed im not doing to well in your class," he scoffed at that and I gave him a straight face "and I have studied so much and have even been getting help from Hermione Granger, but I was wondering if you could give me some extra help this year...'' I said looking down at my feet and playing with the hem of my skirt. I could feel him look up at me but remained my focus on the floor. "Fine," he said. "Really?!" I said looking up at him with more excitement in my face. "Yes but in exchange you will help me grade papers and you will do whatever chores around the room that are needed." he added, still looking at me.

I thought it over and realized it was definitely a need to get this extra help. "Ok deal!" I said extending my hand as a confirmation of the agreement. To which he looked at, then back at me, still a smile on my face, he barely shook my hand and got back to grading papers. "So.. what works best for you?" I asked him. "Tuesdays and Thursdays either during lunch, your free period, or in the evening after dinner." he offered. "See I'm really really bad and as much as I hate being here," he gave me a look as I said that, "How’s lunch and after dinner?" I asked my hands together in a praying motion hoping he would agree. "Fine. Now get out." he spat rolling his eyes and going back to his papers. I grabbed my robes off my table and headed out the door, stopping to look back at him "Thank you so much Professor, you won't regret this!" I exclaimed. "I have a feeling I will," he responded, to which I giggled and walked out down the hall.

I got back to my dormitory and got ready for bed, and tried to get the stain from my shirt, I eventually just got my wand out and murmured a little charm to get it out. As I sat on my bed brushing my hair, my owl, that Hagrid had gotten for me, Hera a beautiful almost golden barn owl flew in through my window and gave me a letter and flew into her cage. I opened it quickly realizing it was from Dumbledore.

Y/n,

I hope your detention with Professor Snape went well this evening.

I wanted to ask a favor of you. Every December we have a Yule ball. Now you may have not been aware, that I am aware your mother put you in singing lessons, and when you were little you would often put on performances with your sister. I helped pay for those classes because I saw something special in you, and I know this isn't something you typically share or like to talk about, but I was wondering if you would sing at this year's ball. Now I know you may want to turn this down immediately, but please think it over. If not that is completely fine. Just let me know.

Dumbledore

Holy crap. That was a big proposal. I haven't sung in front of anyone since my 4th year. My mother had played the flute since she was a girl, and "encouraged", as she would like to put it, my sister and I to have some form of music in our lives, she enrolled me in voice lessons, and my sister in piano lessons. Now I don't want to sound arrogant but I certainly had a set of pipes no doubt, but often my stage fright was too much. I hated telling people because it was always such a shock to them. This was a very good opportunity though, and I know it would upset Dumbledore if I said no, if I do do this it would be for him. I decided to sleep on it and put the letter in my bag and crawled up into my covers. It was well past 10 almost 11 o'clock now and I was fighting to stay awake . As soon as my eyes closed I drifted off into the darkness.

#snape x reader #snape imagine #severusnape #professor snape #snape #severusimagine #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #slytherin #Snape slowburn #hogwarts

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henrycavell · 4 years ago

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homecoming part 4

summary: Syverson has been medically discharged from the army after a suicide attempt. He’d been able to hide his deteriorating mental health for years from the men around him, but now he has to face it head on. Hopefully not alone.

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Syverson x OFC warnings: males perspective, hospitals, mentions/descriptions of self harm, the suicide attempt

authors note: as i said in the warnings, this chapter is completely in sy’s pov! it’s also kind of a flash-backy chapter and its really short. also sorry it took me forever to update. i try not to be too heavy writing this story, but sometimes when my mental health isn’t good, i don’t want to write on this story for reasons <3 but here, i’ve finally done it! but this chapter is kind of weird and very short, but i blame how ive been lately <3 also its been a month since ive updated so im sorry, i feel like ive lost some new people who wanted to be tagged, :c

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Blinding white lights, blurry circles around his vision, his lips were so chapped, they ached. Constant beeping by his ears. That was all Logan could focus on at first, but slowly, he began to feel his body. Heavy, sore, suffering.

"You're awake?"

The voice sounded like it was so far away, muffled like it was coming out from the hall or a completely different room entirely. He couldn't place who it belonged to. He barely heard it, Where was he? Logan flinched from her sudden touch like a little pulse of electricity. The touch was gentle and light, fragile and he wasn't entirely sure it was even real. He wanted to reach out to them, whoever the touch belonged to, but his body felt so weighted. As if his veins had been pumped full of cement.

Opening his eyes for another dull second, Logan saw the shadow of a person entering his vision. In his state of confusion, he looked up at the silhouette of the stranger and saw wings. A guardian angel?

"Syverson?"

Logan closed his eyes again and drew in a deep breath. He couldn't answer if he wanted to.

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His house had been how it always was. Dark and quiet. The only light inside came from between the gaps in the curtains and Logan couldn't stand it. That morning, he had stood in front of the window in his bedroom, taking tacks and pinning the black curtain to the wall, all while muttering curses under his breath. Another morning where the damned sun had forced him awake. Aika had watched him from the doorway, going on unnoticed. Even when she whined, Logan ignored her. The second his task was done, the veteran captain crawled straight back into bed.

Aika had been the only thing to get him out of the sheets that day, but maybe that was his first mistake. The dog had grown impatient and started to bite lightly at his hands and arms, whining and barking to force him to get out of bed. Logan groaned, tired of swatting her away and realizing she wasn't going anywhere. "What is it, girl?" One rough hand ran over his face, his other pushing him up off of the mattress.

Following Aika out into the hall and down the stairs, she led him to the backdoor where she propped one paw up on the glass. Another whine as she looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Need to go out?" Logan's face dropped, his eyes glancing at the clock on the stove. It was almost noon. "Don't look at me like that," Logan muttered under his breath, turning his attention back to Aika. He would normally always let her out around eight, when he woke force himself to get up and take a shower, make a pot of coffee. But not today. Sliding the glass door open, Aika darted out into the backyard and Logan's phone started beeping on the counter.

Appointment reminder with Dr. Bannon 1:30 pm

Logan scowled, setting his phone down back down on the counter-top. Just great. How could he have forgotten?

[Later that evening, after Penelope’s visit]

It had only been about two hours since his confrontation with Penelope and Logan was already downed half a dozen beers. The bottles were scattered around the bed, littered all around the floor. The room was completely darkened, Logan couldn't have even seen his hand had it been inches in front of his face. His chest felt heavy, his body felt sinking, and he almost hoped that at any moment his body would just disappear, melt away into the sheets of his bed.

The room was lightly spinning, even the slightest move from his head sent the room crashing around him in waves. "Phone," he slurred, talking to only to himself. Letting the bottle he'd been holding drop to the floor, beer spilled from it, soaking into the carpet around his feet. Logan didn't seem to notice as he patted his chest down and then his pockets.

The cellphone light blinded him, a searing pain shooting through his head as he closed his eyes tightly. "Fuck," he groaned, falling back onto the mattress, covering his eyes with his arm until the pain subsided. Letting out a deep sigh, Logan looked to his phone once more, noticing how badly his hands were shaking. Guilt was eating at him, gnawing at his insides as he thought about how he treated Penelope. All because he was upset over his appointment.

More medications that Logan didn't want to take. Medications that he was sure wouldn't work in the first place. None of the others had. He barely remembered sending the text, before his phone was falling out of his hand. Collapsing to the floor right by the bottle. He looked down to his hands, still not realizing he'd dropped the beer earlier. "Where'd my beer-" his face twisted and scrunched up in confusion as he pushed himself up from the bed.

He'd been on autopilot as he went downstairs to grab another one from the fridge. He barely remembered it. Now, Logan stood in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Is this what life would be for the rest of his time? Lonely, waiting for the end as he rotated pills? No, he decided.

Logan's breath hitched in the back of his throat. The feeling of the cold razor against his skin was a relief. It was a slicing pain but it soon became numb, he didn't even feel the blood trickling down his hand, leaving a trail of droplets on the floor, out into the hall, as he returned to his room. Instead, experiencing a sensation of euphoria. Logan’s body felt light, tingling all over. He shut the door to his room behind him tightly, wanting to make sure to keep Aika out. He needed to be alone, he didn't want to start panicking, feel any sort of regret.

Slipping down into his sheets, smearing the blood along with the blankets, Logan sucked in another breath through his teeth. Just wanted to let it all go, exhausted from feeling tired and desperate, sad. Eagerly counting down his last breaths. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing left to give this world. No family that would care, no friends that would miss him.

"Logan?" The voice cut through the thick fog in his mind, but it wasn't enough to get him to move. His breath caught in the back of his throat and suddenly, all Logan felt was a shame. “I got your message… Thought I’d come to check on you…”

A text he couldn't remember sending.

✦✦✦

"Logan?" That same voice from his room, from his dreams. "Logan?" It kept repeating over and over, like an alarm clock blaring in his mind. "Can you hear me? Are you awake?" The guardian angel.

His forced his large and sleepy eyes open, his vision still blurry like before. The bed under him felt stiff and he could feel the plastic beneath the thin sheet. That same beeping was back. His eyes fluttered closed once more, again wondering where he was.

"Am I alive?"

#syverson x ofc #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson fic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fics #homecoming

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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Today was a good day. I have a heating pad on my feet which is helping my toes which have been so cold. I am in a good mood, but man I am tired.

I did enjoy my own company a lot last night. I would stay up until around 130 and fell asleep soon after that. But I woke up at 3 to a freshly showered James getting into bed. I gave them a big hug and fell right back to sleep.

I am very glad they made it home safely. They had shared their location with my phone so I would know they were okay on their late night drive home. They had a great time at the show though and that was great. Made me feel good to know they were having fun.

Both of us were very tired this morning. So we didn't get up until 8. I know, so late. But we had the market to go to! We got up, James got dressed quick and started taking things to the car. I took a little longer. I had to change twice because I was a little more cold then I expected. And then the layering shirt I chose was wrong and I had to change again. But it was fine. We had time.

I quickly printed off the poem for the print I made last week. And we were off. I was glad I got all of our stuff ready earlier this week because the only thing we ended up forgetting was our chair. But because I left the wagon in the car we were able to just use that. And honestly, was pretty comfortable and was a little easier to get out of when you needed to stand up.

We had to fuss with our set up of the table because we didn't do a dry run. But the 35 bears all looked great and I was very glad I brought some prestuffed ones.

The nice man who makes the birdhouse's lent me his markers so I could make a sign. It for real helped make people understand what we were doing. And we did sell some!!

It was honestly a great day. It was cold but that was fine. James went to get us breakfast. And I would run the supplies from my program yesterday into the museum. And I had some many nice interactions today. With the tables around us. And with customers.

We made a good amount of sales. There was a lot of foot traffic surprisingly. People really got a kick out of the making aspect of the build a bear style. Some little kids would help me stuff them, while the adults would just have me do it. I would tell them they have to make a wish before they put the heart in. And then I would sew them up. I had predone a few with a ladder stitch and while it made it a little harder to stuff, it did make sewing go so much faster. Thats such a good stitch to learn. Feels like magic when you pull that thread.

I also sold some prints and a pair of bear earrings. I think something I am going to try to do is actually make the tiny bears for the earrings. Maybe out of felt? We will see. But that will be my next project, along with my prints Im going to keep carving. I just have to keep the momentum going.

We finished up, made a few more sales. We packed up and said goodbye, until next time, to the other vendors. And we were off.

I was really glad James had gotten me a donut earlier that I hadn't eaten. We drove to the other side of the harbor to go to Micheals for more velum and envelopes. We would also go grab a snack at the herris teeter. And then home.

We were both really exhausted honestly. James had some lunch. I would poke around on the internet for a bit before I would make something.

James went for a bike ride. I was surprised, because they were so sore from their concert, but they love being out on their bike so I understand that. Chasing that joy.

I made frozen spring rolls. And played animal crossing. And once James was home I showed them some stuff I made and got off the game for the day.

I laid on the couch while James worked on their podcast. And I just scrolled on my phone until 6. When it was time for us to work on putting up some Christmas decorations.

I want to get some more tinsel or garlins. But I was happy to see the holiday furbies. Me and James both have silly holiday hats now. And Belk is off of house arrest. This is the one time a year when James "lets" Belk out of their house to be used as decor. So we (me and Belk) were pretty excited.

My head started to hrt though. Not even a regular headache. My teeth were just aching. My appointment is on Wednesday. I am not looking forward to it. But I hope they can help with the pain.

I took an asprin and we worked on legos for a little bit. But I wasn't having a great time because I was hurting. So we just did a part of it before I laid on the couch.

Tina got us another space heater. Its like our radiator one so it is slient. So much nicer. So the living room is not as frigid. Not ideal still, but its something.

James showered. Then I did. James put my heating pad int he bed for me so I can have warm toes. And now we are getting ready to go to sleep.

I hope you all have a great night tonight. Tomorrow should be a fairly calm day. We are going to get breakfast and work on our save the dates. I hope you all have a good day tomorrow. Take care of each other.

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marauder-exe · 5 years ago

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PDA- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: i uh see youre lacking bucky requests sooo... bucky x reader where he's not one for pda, usually alone he is, but one day during breakfast he just pulls the reader onto his lap and buries his face in reader's neck and everyone is spooked, and throughout the day hes all touchy and stuff only bc he thought sam was flirting with the reader? lmao hope that made sense, thank you!

Word Count: 1.1k

Your eyes fluttered open as the sun beamed through your windows. You extended your arms and stretched them over your head, looking around noticing Bucky was already gone. You really needed some coffee. You moved the blanket and your cold feet hit the floor. You walked up to the mirror on the opposite side of the room. You stared at yourself and your horrible bed head. You should've probably washed your face and brushed your teeth, but right now, all you wanted was some coffee. You waked through the door, feet padding against the cold floor of the Towers hallway. You made it down the impossibly long flights of stairs and entered the kitchen. A yawn erupted from you, making your presence known. You smiled at Bucky, you two had been dating for a few months, you where the only one he opened up to when he arrived, making you grow close, which eventually blossomed into a relationship. Beautiful story. You would've greeted him with a kiss but he wasn't one for PDA. Steve greeted you and you just let out a groan in response, too tired to say anything back. You walked over to the coffee pot by Sam, quickly reaching for a cup and pouring the coffee.

“Damn, mama, looking good today!” came from Sam, voice filled with sarcasm. You let out a disgruntled noise.

“Fuck. You” You replied. You stood by the coffee pot and quickly downed your coffee, the rest of the avengers staring at you. Steve gave you a look.

“You alright?” Came from Sam again.

“I'm so very tired” You didn't know why you where so tired, but today just felt like all the energy had been drained from your body. You walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk and cereal, your body begging to eat something. You made your cereal and walked over to the island near Steve and Bucky, setting your cereal down. Just as you where about to sit down, Bucky pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You stared at Steve and Sam with furrowed brows. They returned questioning look. Bucky was never usually like this. You weren't complaining though. You ran your hands through his hair and cuddled him.

“You alright?” You whispered in his ear, making sure somebody hadn't died or something. He just nodded his head, his hair tickling your neck.

“Alright lovebirds, hate to break it up but eugh!” Sam made a disgusted, throwing-up noise. You pulled away from Bucky and threw your head back in laughter at Sam, before continuing to eat your breakfast, making sure to keep your knee touching Bucky, as he kept a hand on it.

You returned to the compound a few hours later. After breakfast you had training to do with Natasha, which lasted a few hours, and when you returned you hopped in the shower, hoping to ease your sore muscles. It did. After you showered, you figured, since you have some down time, that you could watch some Tv downstairs. After throwing on some comfy clothes, you headed to the living room in the compound. The soft padding of your feet echoed through the hallways. You entered the living room, spotting the 3 musketeers sat on the couch. You playfully rolled your eyes. You skipped over to the couch, plopping down on it.

“What're we watching, boys?” You looked towards the TV, but suddenly felt Bucky wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, cuddling you again.

“Uh, The Philadelphia Story, movie from the 1950” Steve smiled as he watched the TV, memories flooding back. You just nodded your head, cuddling into Bucky.

“Yeah, horrible, boring, black and white terrible Tv” Sam groaned as you laughed at his whining. As you finished laughing, Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you. A passionate kiss, in front of everyone. Not something Bucky would usually do. Something was definitely going on. Sam and Steve simultaneously stared at you with raised eyebrows, although you didn't notice. He broke away and looked towards the Tv as if nothing happened. Steve just shook his head and turned back to the Tv as Sam kept staring at you. You were gonna have to ask him about this later, but right now, it was movie time.

You had started to get really tired. You didn't do much that day, but your tiredness from this morning was coming back, so you asked Buck if you two could go to bed, hoping to also ask him about today. He said of course, and you two headed upstairs. You where walking so slow, tiredly pulling yourself up the stairs.

“Come ‘ere, Doll” Bucky put is arms out towards you, and as you walked up to him, he picked you up bridal style and began to run up the stairs. You squealed and tightened your hands around his neck.

“Bucky! Your gonna drop me!”

“Have I ever dropped you before, Doll?” He was right, he had never dropped you before. You shook your head. “And im not gonna start now” His running sped up as you reached the hallway that your room was on. He put you down as you reached the doorway, opening it. You walked in and immediately shed your comfy clothes, changing them for pyjamas. Bucky did the same. You sat on your bed, hoping to question Bucky on all the PDA today.

“Buck?” You asked tentatively. He came from the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“What was today about?” You questioned, although he acted like everything was normal.

“Dont know what you mean” He avoided eye contact. You gave him a pointed look and he sighed. “Sam was flirting with you this morning, and it made me jealous” He admitted. It all made sense now. Constantly cuddling you every time Sam was in the room.

“Buck” You cooed. “Sam wasn't flirting with me, he was just being Sam, hes always like that” You giggled softly.

“He was still flirting” Bucky grumbled quietly. You lay a hand on his metal am.

“Hey, even if he was flirting, I wouldn't flirt back. I love you and only you, alright?” He perked up more when you said that, laying a hand on your cheek. He connected your lips in a blissful kiss.

“Come on, lets get to bed, yeah?” You nodded your head and began to curl up with Bucky, content.

#Bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #marvel x reader #james barnes #james barnes x reader

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hermannsthumb · 4 years ago

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Hello!! If you're not too busy and are so inclined, could you do 24, 27, 37 for the fall prompts? For Newt and Hermann o b v i o u s l y. Thank u so so much!! Keep up the great work xoxo

24. Warm Sweaters + 37. Cold

from autumn fic prompts here

im cheating a LITTLE and not filling the “27. corn maze” part because I wrote it last year and im def not inspired enough to do another HAHA. and also...because I want to work towards finishing my @theloccent bingo card belatedly with Spooning and Huddling for Warmth. SORRY I TOOK SO LONG, ive had a weird summer and i just moved/started grad school last week, it hasn't been very conducive for writing. set ambiguously before they're transferred to the HK shatterdome

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“I must say, Newton,” Hermann says, “I believe I sorely underestimated your abilities.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Newt says, gloomily.

“You went above and beyond what I expected.”

“I get it,” Newt says.

“It takes a true sort of talent to screw things up as much as you have.”

“I get it,” Newt says.

Hermann is not smirking--he’s too angry right now for that--but he does have a somewhat unpleasant curl to his mouth that’s making Newt boil hot with embarrassment all the same. Sort of a sneer, maybe. “I get it,” Newt says for the third time. “I’m a fuck-up, I’m a walking disaster, I--” He kicks the front of the rental car hard with the end of his boot, relishing in the dull thud that echoes from it, and less in the dull pain. “--can’t even figure out how to patch a fucking tire.”

“Or drive,” Hermann offers, helpfully. “You can’t drive, either.”

“Neither can you, Mr. Speed Demon,” Newt shoots back, but he knows it falls flat. After all--when their connecting flight got cancelled, Hermann wasn't the one who insisted they leave the relative safety of the airport to peel out into a snowstorm in search of a hotel. Hermann wasn’t the one who insisted on driving the rental. Hermann isn’t the one who got them lost down some shitty little road in the middle of nowhere, with snow piling up all around them, and he definitely isn’t the one who got distracted behind the wheel trying to adjust the radio and didn't see a patch of ice in time and sent the car--well. The point is, they’re down two tires, probably an engine, most definitely their only mode of transportation, and sure as hell aren’t near any hotel.

Around them is snow as far as the eye can see. When they get home (and that’s if they ever make it back to the airport), Newt is requesting a transfer to the LA Shatterdome ASAP. “Well, Newton?” Hermann says. He’s bundled up in his stupid parka and more scarves than Newt even owns. Newt can barely see his face. “What’s your next brilliant plan? Build an igloo?”

Not a bad idea, at this rate; the snow is no joke. “I’m thinking,” Newt grumbles. His breath puffs out white in front of him. “Tow truck,” he says. “We need a tow truck.”

“Astute,” Hermann says.

Newt ignores him and pulls his cell phone from his pocket. No bars. Right, of course, middle of fucking nowhere. “Do you have any reception?” Newt sighs.

“I didn’t bring my mobile,” Hermann says.

Newt’s eyes snap up to fix on him incredulously. “You didn’t bring--?! What the hell, man?”

“I had no need for it on the trip,” Hermann says. “We’re meant to be at a conference. I didn't think we’d get lost.” He doesn’t even have the audacity to look ashamed. Newt debates hurling his cell phone into the snow bank in frustration, but decides against it, because it did kind of cost a lot.

“Unbelievable,” he says instead. “Fucking unbelievable. Fine. Let’s go find--”

“You’re not saying we ought to walk somewhere?” Hermann interrupts.

“What other options do we have?” Newt says. “Freeze to death? There’s gotta be at least a gas station or something nearby--I could find someone to tow the car, while you--” He looks Hermann up and down, from his oversized Oxfords to his twenty scarves to his pathetic red cheeks. Hermann’s leg gets stiff as hell in the cold; there’s no way he’d be able to make any kind of distance right now, and who knows how long they’d be walking. There’s also no way Newt’s leaving him behind. “Come on,” he finally sighs, and touches Hermann’s elbow tentatively. “Let’s just get back in the car. It’s warmer in there.”

Maybe he’ll go off by himself once the snow stops. Or maybe, if they’re lucky, someone will stop by and offer them a ride before that. “Only barely,” Hermann says with a scowl, but he obliges.

Newt doesn’t get back in the car right away, though. Instead, he pops the trunk, pulls out their duffel bags, and begins feeling around the backseat. They’ve only had the rental for a few hours, and Newt isn’t exactly the most skilled around cars, but he thinks... “What are you doing back there?” Hermann says.

“One sec,” Newt says, and when he tugs a little lever off to the side, the seats fold down. Another tug, and they fold back into the trunk, leaving the back half of the car entirely flat. “Oh, awesome!”

"Newton?”

Newt ignores Hermann and begins digging around in their duffel bags. He has nothing but a few spare sweatshirts and boxers in his own; Hermann’s proves far more promising. “Score,” Newt whistles, and pulls out two--three--four ugly sweaters. “Holy shit, dude, we were only supposed to be there for a night. Why’d you pack so much?”

“I like to be prepared,” Hermann says. “Which you clearly know nothing about. Hang on--” He cranes his neck around his seat headrest to frown at Newt. “Why are you--?”

“You’re a regular Boy Scout,” Newt interrupts. He climbs into the back of the car, kicks his boots a few times against the back fender to knock off all the snow, and shuts the trunk behind him. “Come on,” he says, unlacing his boots, “get back here already. I’m cold.”

Hermann stares at him.

Newt shucks off his leather jacket and pulls one of Hermann’s sweater over his head instead. It’s insane how much of a difference it makes--maybe Hermann has been on something all these years when he tells Newt he needs proper winter wear or whatever the fuck. He pulls on a second one for good measure, pleasantly surprised to find he can still move his arms, and then pulls on a second pair of his socks over his first. “C’mon, Hermann,” he says. “Time to share some body heat, dude.”

Hermann grumbles, and he shakes his head, and he tucks the hood of his parka down over his face (like being unable to see Newt means Newt will just magically forget he’s there), and then--finally--he turns back to face Newt again. “This is ridiculous,” he declares. “We must have other options.”

Newt lays down and stretches out on his side, blinking up at Hermann coyly. “You’re making it weird for no reason,” he says. “It doesn’t have to be weird, you know.” It can be perfectly natural--two dudes, who sometimes fight, and sometimes do things a little more amorous than fight, sharing body heat. That's all. “It’s just biology. Cats do it, penguins do it--”

“No,” Hermann says.

He comes to the backseat anyway. Newt likes to think it’s because he’s too irresistible.

“I call being big spoon,” Newt says happily, and he tucks himself around Hermann’s bony--and, at the moment, puffy--back before Hermann can protest. One leg, he nudges between Hermann’s, making sure not to put any weight where he shouldn’t; he settles the arm wrapped around Hermann at his waist, splaying his hand somewhere around Hermann’s upper abdomen. “There. Isn’t that nice?”

“Hmph,” Hermann says.

Outside, the storm rages on around them, snow piling up on the windows and frosting them over where it hasn’t landed yet. The last dregs of the heat in the car die out. Newt tucks himself a little closer to Hermann, inhaling his shampoo, the slight damp scent his fuzzy parka hood always has. Hasn’t the guy ever heard of dry-cleaning? “Feeling cozy?” Newt mumbles.

“You’re shivering,” Hermann tells him.

“Am I?” Newt says.

He is. Huh. Hermann turns over with a grunt, then unzips his parka and tucks Newt into it in one fluid motion. Newt winds his arms around Hermann instinctively. “There we are,” Hermann murmurs. “Let’s get you warm.”

The zipper goes back up with some difficulty, pressing Newt so tight against Hermann’s chest he can barely move. Hermann’s chin bumps his forehead. Newt looks up to find his wide mouth parted slightly. “I think I want to kiss you,” Newt says, surprising himself.

“Hm?” Hermann says.

“I want to kiss you,” Newt repeats a little louder, and that gets a reaction--Hermann’s eyebrows leap to his sweaty bangs, and his whole body stiffens. “Listen--listen. Uh. The best way to share body heat--you know--it’s stuff like that. Kissing, and--”

“I am not having sex with you in the back of a bloody rental car,” Hermann half-shouts.

Newt wriggles around a little until he can steal an uncoordinated kiss from Hermann, landing it somewhere to the left of his mouth. He has better aim with his next one. “I won’t tell anyone if you don't,” he promises.

“We are not,” Hermann says, but the next kiss, he instigates himself.

They’re rescued half an hour later when a local knocks on the window and asks if they need a lift; the bed and breakfast Newt was so sure he was leading them to, as it turns out, is only a five minute walk away, hidden from view by some trees and the snow. “At least we had some fun bonding time,” Newt tells Hermann sheepishly in the lobby.

Hermann scowls, but to Newt’s delight, requests a single queen for them both.

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suupernovalight · 4 years ago

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Addictive Drug

Ushijima W. x Reader

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05) Newly Found Info

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to see no other than the man that raised you. The same man who would later abandon you. This time seeing him however, he had no face. Only a smirk that stayed on his stupid face.

If you tried to touch him ever so slightly, your hand would just go through him like he was nothing but air. If you tried talking, you would feel like your suffocating. You couldn’t even move.

“I'm leaving now.” Hayashi said putting his hand off of your shoulder and leaving you alone without another word.

You tried screaming for him but you felt your neck tighten up. You were suffocating. How did this happen? What got you here? Is this even real?

***

You woke up with your heart rate over the roof and a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead. When you calmed down, you looked around to see where you were.

It was an apartment room. Near you was a clock that read 2:40. You could barely remember anything. That changed when you felt the soreness everywhere on your body. Your cheek and back felt the worse. Your legs came after.

“Fucking dreams. Fucking Hayashi...” You said slowly getting up from the couch you were laying on. “Where the fuck am I?”

As soon as you got up, your whole body collapse onto the ground. Maybe it was out of tiredness. Who actually knows. You ignored your soreness though and fully got up with the help of the walls around you.

You looked around the apartment to find a single room with the door slightly open. Curiosity got to you and you were soon going to that room. Upon further expectation, you saw someone laying down on a bed sleeping so peacefully.

When you looked closer, you saw the familiar stoic guy. His hair was messy but not to messy. His chest rose up and down with the little breaths he took. He looked so peaceful. At first you were admiring him, so this is where you were. At his apartment. When returning back to the couch Ushijima probably set you on, you felt a surge of revenge course through your body.

It was like electricity. It was like the soreness in your body was fully gone for that moment. You looked at the time and scoffed, first you grabbed your bag which was near you, you made sure it had everything in it such as your keys and stash of lollipops. You then walked out of the whole apartment room and looked around.

“hm. It seems like this whole agency has built in apartment rooms” You mumbled to yourself.

While looking around, you heard some footsteps walking towards your way. You also heard voices. You looked around to find where to hide, when you found a place, you jumped over and hid until the people passed by.

“So it seems like Ushijima and Tendo got that car dealer huh?” One of the guys said.

The other one chuckled. “Yeah, he’s in a cell at that prison center not to far from here. He’s under the bosses supervision”

There was your answer to finding Yosho. After the two men passed by, you made your move. You ran towards the elevator and went to where your bike should be. When you got there, you fished out your keys and ran to your bike which was oddly parked in a new space.

“Yosho... im coming for you” You mumbled driving away and to the prison center”

~~~

When you got to the prison center, you parked your bike and looked at it. Obviously visiting hours were long done so you looked very suspicious. When walking towards the prision, a guard happened to see you and try to take you down.

“What’s your business here?” The guard asked while pinning you to the ground. His heavy weight almost crushed you.

“Im apart of the Japan’s Defense Force... where is my boss?” You asked trying to breathe.

“Let me see your id” The guard said getting off of you and waiting.

“no need.” A voice from the distance said.

The guard turned around with their eyes wide when they saw who it was. They quickly stood up and backed away from you. You slowly got up yourself and dusted yourself off. At first you thought it was the boss but then you saw who it was.

“Everdeen Aiko...” You said backing away. “You’re in charge of this place?”

“Sure thing. I’ve heard from your boss that he hired you.” She said putting out her hand for you to shake. You quickly took it then waited for what was going to happen next.

“Where is Yosho Ayashi. I need to have a chat with him.” You said cracking your knuckles.

Everdeen slightly laughed and started walking away. “Right this way, your boss should be there, he’s actually keeping an eye on him.”

You just nodded and followed after her. The guard that tackled you before just awkwardly stood there and watched kind of confused.

~~~

You looked at the cell. There was a metal door with tiny metal bars to act like a window you assumed.

“I guess your boss left early?” Everdeen said. “I’m also guessing that you want your private time with him. Two of the guards will be outside the door just in case anything happens.”

“Ok, thank you ma’am” You said while watching her unlock the cell. You walked in and looked at a passed out Yosho chained to the ground. The door behind you shut and you were now alone with him.

“I know you’re fucking awake. How bout you show it” You said kicking his face.

Yosho quickly opened his eyes and stared right at you. His netural face turned into a cocky one. “Well if it isn’t my 2nd favorite sadist, what you just did to me right now reminded me of Hayashi”

You scoffed and grabbed a nearby chair. You set it in front of him, just away enough for him not to touch you. You then sat down.

“You’re trapped with nothing but your past regrets” You said rubbing your cheek. There was a bruise that was slowly forming. It made Yosho feel superior. “Now tell me Yosho... what do you know about Hayashi.”

In The Morning

“I know you snuck off y/n” Ushijima said to you.

You looked more tired than usual. You had eyebags under your eyes and your hair was slightly unkept.

“Nah you’re bluffing” You yawned while trying to walk to the bosses office. “Why did you even put me in your apartment room... are you like some kind of perv or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes widened in disgust. He denied that claim and ignored your laughing. “where did you even go?”

You stayed quiet for a bit. You then sighed and opened the door to the bosses office. “I went to go meet with Yosho...”

“Why would you do that?” Ushijima said grabbing your wrist to make you stop what you were doing.

“why do you care? It isn’t your business” You said trying to jerk your hand away. Ushijima’s grip tightened making you almost yelp in pain. After he saw your face, he quickly let go and watched as you quickly went into the bosses room.

After everyone was in the office, the door shut closed and it was now time for the meeting to start. The boss turned around to face you and the boys in his chair. Right next to him was no other than Everdeen.

“Welcome to this short but important meeting” Everdeen said. “It’s come to my attention that we may have some info about the big man and what his current goal is”

Everdeen then looked at you.

“Thanks to the help of Y/n...”

Ushijima and Tendo looked at you. Tendo had a confused look while Ushijima looked more annoyed and mad for some reason.

“...We figured out from Yosho that there are many trucks going around Japan in secret to deliver these awful drugs”

The boss then continued. “You three will be on another mission to locate one of the trucks and track it down to it’s source.”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes. “and what if we fail? Isn’t that a possibility?”

The boss looked at you. His eyes were like an eagle’s eyes. How they could pierce through a soul without saying sorry. “If you guys fail, everyone will be replaced”

Tendo and Ushijima tensed up while you just yawned again and nodded. Everdeen chuckled at your actions then stood up.

“This can take up to a day or a week. You guys decided” She said. “You guys are now dismissed. Start the mission as soon as possible please, don’t procrastinate”

Just like that, you and the boys were out of the bosses room and heading to nowhere. Just when you were about to walk away, Ushijima stopped you. You groaned in annoyance as you already knew what he was going to ask.

“Why did you go to see Yosho?” He asked, his tone demanded an answer. “You know I can’t let you out of my sight.”

“You’re like a possesive boyfriend, get off my case” You said while rolling your eyes. “I just wanted to get the info out of his damn mouth... the boss said he used to associate with the big man right?’‘

Ushijima nodded.

“Yeah that’s why. I wanted more info about this huge druggie” You said with a mocking tone.

The Night Before (flashback)

“I won’t tell you shit.” Yosho said moving slightly in pain.

You had just kicked him again. It made you feel better but a part of you still felt empty. “Fucking tell me or else I’ll slit your throat” you said.

“You really are like Hayashi...” Yosho laughed while leaning against the wall of his cell. “I was right.”

“Wrong. I’m doing it for justice, he’s doing it for whatever the fuck he wants!” You said over exaggerating your hand movements.

Yosho coughed. “So what? Are you like the good guy now?” He then clinked his chains. “Don’t act like you don’t remember your past. You were just as bad-“

“He framed me... and you know it” you said walking up to him. “Him and Tadashi.”

Yosho stayed quiet. He then looked to his side and layed down. “So I guess we are kind of alike”

“I’m never going to be like you.” You spat.

“Stop denying it and listen” Yosho cut in. His voice loud and clear. “You and me... were both abandoned by the person we cared about the most...”

“Shut up” you said trying to kick him again but this time, he caught your food and pushed you back. This made you fall on the cold hard ground. The pain from your sore limbs came back.

Suddenly, you heard the door open behind you followed by a gun being cocked. You looked to see your boss. He avoided his eye contact with you and kept it on Yosho.

“Y/n... I’ll tell you everything I know... in return, you and I make a promise” he said sitting up and looking at you.

You looked back at Yosho and looked at how serious he looked.

Flashback End

“He gave me the info about the trucks and how they roam.” You said to Ushijima.

After a long moment of silence, you sighed.

“Now I’m going back to the boss to ask for my own apartment room.” You said while walking passed him. “See you later.”

As you walked back into the bosses office, Tendō tapped Ushijima’s shoulder making him tense up a bit.

“Are you always going to keep an eye on her 24/7?” Tendō asked while smirking.

Ushijima looked away from his friend and at the bosses door. The door you opened to go through.

“Yes.”

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iphoenixrising · 5 years ago

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I did not expect people to want more of the thing *shrugs*

Thank-you for the comments on my assholery with cliff hangers @txbookeater, I love you too babe <3. So much love to electra-iphigenie, emjalen, ships-lover, and @chibinightowl for talking up that post. Based on this thing. Warning for triggering themes. Be aware of good boyfriending, kink negotiations, and mentions of past sexual assault.

Proceed at your own risk

He takes in a breath, blank for a second, his brain catching up. “Could it possibly be in the bathroom before I get in a nice, hot shower? Followed by a few hours of unconsciousness? That would be really amazing right about now.”

Deflection is an art form, and he really is a master. He shrugs off his bag, gives him an opportunity to turn away, aware of eyes and how he’s dragging ass, feeling off and irritable. His brain doesn’t have to keep moving from one thing to the next, and things are slowing down. A shudder runs like cold fingers down his spine.

“I think I’d rather ya do it right here, Tim,” and there’s no Sweets, Baby, or any other endearments to make this easier on him. Nope.

(It’s fine. Breathe. Just some bruises. They’ve seen worse, had worse. They’re all adults here.)

“Jay, I am tired–” “You’re looking shaky, a little strung out.” Dick, at least, makes it gentle. “And I saw it already, so we both know. I’d rather see the damage without your shirt in the way.” “Then, we’re gonna talk ‘bout why ya didn’t tell us right away.” “Mmhm, we might need to have another talk about the rules when we play.” “You’re blowing this out of proportion,” he argues gently, rubbing his hands and wrists because his fingers are tingling. “We had a play date, and by the time I was getting...you know, sore, I was already at work, you were on patrol–” “You didn’t say a word about it to me,” Dick cuts in, “and you absolutely should have. Now, I’m wondering if you really do know your limits, and if I can trust you enough to stop us when you need to.” “I...I didn’t–” yes. Yes I did.

It’s as simple as breathing in too sharply, his ears suddenly ringing, and there’s rubber in his mouth, his teeth probably cutting into it, and it hurts. Normally, he’s okay with rough and multiple rounds, loves how they get when they need control, to feel like there’s something in their hands that can’t just be taken away.

He gets it. Loves that their go-to outlet for it...is him.

Even if he can’t come again, it still usually feels amazing, and crazy in his brain because they want him this much. Really, he loves them.

(The bell clenched in his fist is making an indent in his palm. His chest constricts, just like last time, but he can at least gasp through the holes in the gag. So he doesn’t need to drop it. He wants to. It hurts and he wants to, but he doesn’t. He can take it. He’s had worse. This is for them.)

Neither of them noticed it had gone from amazing to uncomfortable to painful, and he didn’t drop the bell. He didn’t tell them to stop, so really, it’s on him isn’t it?

Bile rushes up his throat, bringing him back to the very real present where Dick and Jay are suddenly really close, and he realizes he’s just sitting in Dick’s lap, shaking like a leaf.

His face is wet, his chest hitching.

He doesn’t puke, so that is about a million points.

But, he is absolutely falling the utter fuck apart and that just isn’t conducive to his attempt at coming home to snuggle and pass out in blissful unconsciousness.

(This is his life. Seriously.)

“Shit, shit, shit,” the first attempt to move is right out the window because he’s on octopus hold lockdown.

(On one hand it feels nice to be held. On the other, he can’t escape and it feels restrictive, stifling, terrifying.)

“Hey, hey, Baby. Lookey here. That’s it, that’s good.” Jay is rubbing palms up and down the top of his calves, up to his knees and down to his ankles. He’s talking low and gentle. “I’m going ta the kitchen, n’ getcha some water. Then, we’re gonna talk ‘bout what’s doing, you feel me? If me and Dickie are gonna be able ta take care a’ ya, then we gotta know what’s in yer head.”

He’s breathing too hard, too fast, his hearing spotty at best.

“Ssshhh. You’re having a panic attack, Timmy. You’re hyperventilating, so I need for you to calm down now, okay?”

Then Dick’s chest is under his tingling fingers, and the exaggerated breathing helps him slow it down, take back some of the control over his body.

He doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out or puke, so the day is looking up.

The absurdity of that thought it the thing that really makes him laugh, the sound hoarse, choked.

“Okay, okay, you’re doing good, Timmy, just stay with me,” and he didn’t notice when Dick started rocking back-and-forth in a soothing motion, or when Jay got back and slid a hand around the nape of his neck.

He’s still shaky as fuck, curled up against Dick’s warmth, and fuck is he cold and wrung out. It feels like a high fever, joints achy, brain foggy, reaction time slow.

“...it’s a fucking drop, Dick. Look at ‘im!” “I’ve never heard of a delayed response like this.” “Knew we shoulda waiting ta scene. He went right from bed ta the pressure cooker, Dick.” “I should have picked up on it when I went to see him.” “S’all right, least we know what ta do now,” and Jay bends, pulls and lifts him like he isn’t a full grown man, pulling him in tight. “Need ta getcha all warm n’ snuggled, don’t we, Baby?”

Dick is throwing back the covers, but Tim doesn’t want to get in bed, not smelling like antiseptic and and bleach, but being warm, being able to hide his face in the pillow is really appealing.

He nods in Jay’s shoulder and lets just the scrub top be pulled off, leaving him in the nerd shirt underneath. He’s glad for it, already vulnerable, cold, shaky.

A straw to his mouth from no where and water before hands are helping him scoot over gingerly in the middle before flopping down on his good side with two warm vigilantes like bookends. Gentle circles on his back while Dick snakes an arm under his head, pulls him closer.

“All right, that’s better.”

That hand hits a tender spot, and the flinch is automatic. “Sorry, Timmy. Once yer all warm, we’ll lookit how bad, yeah? Gonna lemme see, and it’s gonna be all right. S’ just me n’ Dickie.”

It’s awful because the two wrapped around him is fucking close to perfect and he isn’t feeling as shitty as he was at the ominous picture they made when he first walked in, and yeah, yeah, maybe it was stupid to try hiding it from them. He’s fuzzy about it, but he’s pretty sure that’s a rule somewhere in the Do’s and Don’ts for Playtime talk.

He probably going to get a lecture. Possibly two.

“Sorry,” he finally says, voice stronger because his throat doesn’t feel like raw hamburger anymore. “I...that wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know why it was bad, but I’m s–”

“The only thing that would make me angry right now is if you apologize again,” Dick follows it up with scritches to take the sting out of it. “Something triggered you to have a severe drop, Timmy, and if you could tell us what happened, it would help us to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Can you understand that? We need to know so we don’t accidentally hurt you?”

He goes still and his chest hurts just a little.

“I...I should have safeworded out,” it hurts to say, “I sh-should have dropped it, but I thought I could take it, and then things got weird and my brain just, and I thought if I did it would be weak and-and you didn’t need that, and I-I just. I’m sore and it hurt and I didn’t– it’s my fault, okay. I should have because I know that’s a rule somewhere.”

and he keeps babbling on, rambling with his eyes getting hot and his vigilante boyfriends petting him, rocking with him, letting everything just pour out of him without stopping him or pulling away, just–

Dealing with his special brand of insanity. (Those darn abandonment issues. Golly, some day he won’t feel like his chest is being ripped open viciously with fear they’re going to walk the fuck out of his life and never come back.)

He’s finally talked out, feeling like ass about fucking up their morning.

“Your color is coming back, that’s good.” “Warmed all up, Dickie. Time ta tell it like it is.” Well. Shit.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” and he blinks up out of Dick’s chest with his eyes still puffy and his side tender, those blue eyes dark with something hard to interpret.

“I’m not happy you didn’t tell us immediately because we agreed to communicate about these things. D&S can be scarring, and this is just an example of how people get hurt.”

“And I’m going to say this now so you understand how important it is. About the fact you didn’t safeword.” Dick’s chest expands, hitches, “You need to know, you’re not only protecting yourself when you do, but you’re protecting us, too.”

“I don’t–”

“Tim. I’ve been sexually assaulted several times, and you know that. So... knowing I hurt you that way makes me sick inside, okay. Can you– can you understand that?”

“I-I fuck, Dick, I’m–” “Please don’t say it. No more sorries. But, it’s important you understand Jay and I have our own traumas, so if you, not us, want to keep trying this, we have to navigate more carefully.”

Behind him, Jay’s forehead is nestled in the dip at the base of his neck, and a hard breath whistles down the back of his shirt.

He despairs inside at how Dick and Jay must be feeling, how bad it looked to them that Tim hadn’t come clean, hadn’t safeworded at all. “I fucked up. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Dick presses a gentle kiss in his hair, and Jay nuzzles against his throat.

He gets more sips of water and eventually a panini and soup. There’s more cuddles and warmth, more talk that sucks the breath out of them all.

His head wraps around the rules differently this time, taking careful note of the way Dick’s expression gets shuddered and Jay goes still. He assures them he still does want playtime sometimes, shoots down the notion he’s only doing it for them, tells them that when his brain is too full and he needs to give up control, he doesn’t want to do it with anyone else but them.

He realizes it’s because somewhere, he knows they’ll take care of him...if he lets them.

Then his shirt comes off so the deep bruises can have Alfred’s magical concoction spread over. His cheeks are pink when he’s laid out on his stomach with the scrub pants tossed off the bed. Soft praise while he’s spread open by gentle hands to make sure he’s not torn. Bruised and sore yeah, but nothing too awful. He gets a pair of Dick’s cut-off sweatpants that still hit him below the knee and one of Jay’s shirts that he practically swims in, but he feels about a million times better just wearing their clothes.

And when they’re careful with him for the next few days, when love making is tender and slow, when touches are easy with his bruises in mind, when everything is verbal and consent is crucial, he make more of an effort to stomp down the urges to push his limits, push himself. He stomps down on those stupid recriminations and uncertainties, tries to remember that these two could be literally anywhere else in the world, and yet, here they are at his side.

He gets to have vigilantes bleeding on his fire escape, and the men under the mask in his bed, in his shower, in his kitchen, in his life.

The next scene he yellows, gets a much needed pause before they continue, and the aftercare is truly a thing of beauty.

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