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leahswife · 8 months ago

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author's note: while i do enjoy watching football, do not ask me any rules, i'm a newbie and I'll write whatever even if it's a little delulu thanks :) also this is more of an introduction for what i want to do next and i struggled so much with it, not knowing where to start so im sorry. it's also my first fic so pls don't be mean 😭

summary: in which two little girls unexpectedly come into yours and leah's life and decide to turn it all around with some mischief in the way (and maybe with a little help from kyra)

it was a nice sunny day out. mornings were a bit chilly but for london weather, it was surprisingly tolerable. you had come to work today, knowing you were gonna have some visits to do around the farm to some kids, as your surpervisor had given you a heads up the days before. your farm slash retreat slash sanctuary was situated in a calm area, far from the city noises and it was very big on raising awareness to people, often having visits from schools and groups of scouts, etc.

today you were having a nearby school visit. you and your co-workers were going to be separated into groups so you could show the kids all the animals and activities they could do.

luckily, when the group of 5-8 year olds came by, you were assigned with a small group that was relatively quiet but very interested in what you had to show them and very eager to answer some of your 'trivia' questions about the animals. two little girls, who were very obviously twins, clung a little bit more towards you throughout the visit and while one was more shy to ask you questions, the other one was enthusiastic about giving answers.

by lunchtime, you and your co-workers gathered all of the kids in the canteen for a much needed break.

in the afternoon, you gathered your group on a table outside, so you could explain what the next part was. "okay, so who wants to feed our little goats?" you said, with a smile and enthusiasm for their obvious answers. "i want to feed tigers!" one of the twins, alba, exclaimed. you opened your mouth in fake shock and put your hands on your hips "did you see any tigers around here, miss alba?" she excitedly nodded. "well I'm sorry to burst your little bubble but we've got no tigers here. what you probably saw was

oscar, our very grumpy orange cat." she pouted but quickly recovered her giddiness when you all walked towards the goats.

about half an hour later, the groups were dispersing a bit and some kids from your group ran to other kids to help them with other activities they were doing. you were trying not to laugh when you saw some of your colleagues trying to control some of the most energetic children when you felt a little tug on your shirt.

you looked down to see one of the twins, aurora, "y/n, is it true the arsenal team plays around here?" she asked quietly, with a shy smile on her face. you crouched down to her height and alba joined in on your little group. you were about to answer when alba quickly whispered "can we go see them??". you chuckled "let me check with my boss and your teachers, yeah? but you gotta keep it a secret from your friends, okay? or else everyone will want to go and right now, that's not possible." they both pretended to zip their mouths and nodded.

after you got the approval from their teachers and your supervisor to take them away for a little while, with a warning to not cause too much trouble, you signaled to the two girls to come after you. you walked out of the farm and they both stood on your sides holding your hands. it was about a 5 minute walk from your little farm to the arsenal training grounds, you knew the girls quite well as they were regular visitors and have done some charity work for the farm so visiting each others' work place to hang out in your free time wasn't uncommon.

"who are you guys excited to meet?" you smiled down at them. "all of them!" they both answered and you were a little surprised at aurora's raise of voice but happy she was feeling more comfortable around you. you had worked with many kids over the years but there were always ones that, for some reason, tugged at your soft heart and these two little girls had done it today.

as you reached arsenal's training centre, you smiled and greeted the staff as you moved with the girls towards the field you knew the girls were at.

the first person to caught your eye was obviously your big crush, leah williamson, who was sipping on some water as you approached her. "hey, williamson!" you kicked her butt with your foot since your hands were still holding the twins. that startled her and she turned around with a frown on her face, "hey!" she argued, but her frown quickly dissipated when she saw it was you and pushed you playfully. "asshole." "leah!" you quickly gestured to the girls with your head.

"oh, sh–, sorry!" she grimaced as the little girls looked at each other and giggled. you rolled your eyes at leah and introduced them, "leah, this is aurora," you raised the little blonde's hand on your left "and this is alba" who raised her spare hand immediately with a toothy grin.

leah leaned down with a smile on her face "hi, i'm leah, nice to meet you" they both blushed, intimidated by being right in front of england's captain but their shyness quickly went away when leah asked if they wanted to meet everybody. they quickly nodded with excitement and the blonde led them to meet the rest of team.

you sat on the benches as you watched them all interact, the twins thrilled to meet some of their favourite players. you knew they were in good hands, so you shifted your gaze to leah, who had the biggest smile on her face as she got to play some football with the children.

"staring, are we?" you jumped a bit as kyra sat down next to you with a smirk on her face. you rolled your eyes "uhh, in case you haven't noticed, kyra cooney-cross, i'm keeping an eye out for those under my care." she rolled her eyes at you using her full name, it was a joke between you two when you wanted to annoy each other, but went back to teasing you "oh, i think your eyes are out for someone else y/f/n." "oh, and i think you're supposed to be training, not here biting my ass." she groaned and leaned on your shoulder, "but it's so much fun to annoy you" you smiled at your best friend and tugged on her hair bun. "go meet some people your age" you headed towards the twins and let out a little laugh as she pushed you. "i can't help annoying someone when they're so annoyingly in lo– ah!" you quickly elbowed her as you saw leah running over to you two.

"are you two fighting again?" leah raised her eyebrow with an amused smile on her face. "no, i'm doing you all a favour and putting her in her place." you said, shoving kyra as she stuck her tongue out at you. "i'm off to meet my fans, excuse you." kyra stands up and runs over to the small blondes playing with alessia and katie but not before winking at you behind leah's back.

"they are absolutely lovely." leah chuckled as she turns back to you. "right?? honestly, some of my favourite kids to come by the farm." "maybe it's because they kind of look like me." leah smirked and you couldn't help but scoff, "oh please, you wish you were that cute." she huffed and put her hands on your knees, leaning towards your face to bite the tip of your nose, a habit she learned from kyra in her many tactics to annoy you. you scrunched your nose and pretended to be annoyed by it, hiding how much you wanted leah to bite you basically everywhere and anywhere. in a way, you wish she knew how she made your heart almost combust with the amount of physical touch she was prone to giving you, maybe she would be kind enough to put you out of your misery. however, you couldn't help but crave these little moments, you would take anything leah would give you, even if it meant keeping your feelings to yourself and being content with being just friends.

that moment didn't last long as you both turned your heads behind leah's back when you heard a little scream and you saw kyra, alessia and katie on the ground checking up on aurora. you and leah quickly ran over to see what happened and saw aurora had scraped her knee. leah asked someone to get the first aid kit to disinfect the wound and turned back to aurora to rub her back and console her. "hey little one, how are you feeling?" you asked softly, but she was quick to put on a brave face and say she was fine. "you sure? we can call your parents to come get you if you want." you said, wanting to make sure the twin felt comfortable and safe.

"we don't have parents." alba said nonchalantly while holding aurora's hand. that caught you and the girls around you off guard. "what do you mean, alba?" you frowned in confusion. "we live in a foster home!" the little girl exclaimed as alessia came over with the first aid kit and gave it to leah, who started to disinfect aurora's knee. "ohhh… in that case, i can call your carers if you want." "that's okay, it doesn't hurt that bad." aurora gave you a smile that only grew bigger when leah gave her a high five and praised how brave she was.

soon enough it was time to go back to the farm with the girls as the school was about to leave. the team said their goodbyes and the twins thanked them all, still mesmerized by getting to play with them for a bit. as you returned with them to the farm, they both hugged you and thanked you too for taking them to meet the team. you were a bit caught off guard but quickly melted and rubbed their little heads. you felt a weird pang in your heart as you watched them leave but just brushed it off as you being emotional and went on with the rest of your day.

quickly after that encounter though, the twins did not take much long to appear again at the farm. they became regular visitors and your bond grew stronger, often taking them to see arsenal and the team quickly became used to them as well. it was also not a surprise to anybody that when the girls were around, you and leah stepped up as the responsible figures for them, always making sure they were fine and always the ones they came to when they needed something.

one afternoon, after work, you had taken the girls to the training centre and they were playing with kyra as you were talking to leah. "you know you shouldn't cut your hair right after you have a bad game, right?" you giggled as you flicked the strands of her new fringe. "hey! it is not because we had a bad game. i am a fashion trender. i make things a trend." she took off her head band to fluff her fringe with her hands and posed for you.

"riiiight, i almost forgot you were 'the powerful, the brilliant, the leah williamson'" she was quick to give you a mocking smile, clearly displeased with the overused quote. "well yes, i am brilliant and powerful but you can't deny i have an amazing fashion sense!" "i don't think impulsively getting a haircut after a bad game falls into that category, though" you couldn't help but giggle at her frown. soon, she took matters into her own hands and grabbed your waist to start tickling you at your sides, something that made you squeal and try to get away from her, screaming for help. "stop screaming, you baby!" she stopped the tickling but pulled you in close to kiss the top of your head.

meanwhile, kyra, alba and aurora had stopped their game and were watching you and leah interact. "are they girlfriends?" aurora asked kyra. kyra looked down at them and shook her head "as much as it pains me to say, no, they aren't." alba quickly looked at aurora with a mischievous smile in her face.

"you're thinking what i'm thinking?"

"i'm thinking what you're thinking."

a/n: also if you want to send in some requests regarding this fic, you're welcome to do so :)

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson fic #woso fanfics

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too-much-tma-stuff · 4 months ago

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Let's Fill Our Home with Warmth (part 12)

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Later Jason and Danny lay sprawled out in bed together, the last of the bruises fading from Danny’s skin as Jason traced absent little patterns over Danny’s back. Danny was purring softly between little sniffles, finally calm but still recovering. Jason kissed Danny’s shoulder and he purred louder, giving Jason a soft, tired smile.

Jason smiled back and reached over to the bedside table for his phone, he was pretty sure there had been a notification while they had been fucking. Ya, one from Dick saying he had stopped by to check on them but heard… noises, so he’s left the takeout on the balcony. Imagining Dick’s reaction made Jason snort, at least Dick wasn’t a prude so he probably wouldn’t be too traumatized by hearing his little brother having sex. Danny gave a questioning little trill and Jason shook his head, putting his phone back down.

“Dick left take out for us on the fire escape. I’m gonna go grab it. You have a shower, okay Moonlight? I’ll join you in a minute and then we can have dinner. We’ll both feel better once we’re clean and we’ve had something to eat,” Jason promised.

“Alright, don’t take too long,” Danny sighed, propping himself up and kissing Jason before sliding out of bed and heading to the washroom without bothering to grab any clothes. Jason lingered on the bed to admire Danny as he walked away before he got up and grabbed a pair of PJ pants so he could go grab the food.

He smiled when he saw the bag, from a Thai place they’d been to with Dick so he knew what they might want, it was pretty damn thoughtful really. He put the bag down on the table and locked up again before going to join Danny in the shower, sliding under the water behind him. Jason wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist, and the other man immediately started purring. He leaned back against Jason and tilted his head to the side, baring his throat to Jason, who took the invitation to kiss along the graceful column of Danny’s throat drawing out a soft sigh of pleasure.

“How are you feeling now, Beloved?” Jason asked softly, it was a pet name he’d picked up from Talia. Ya she had been a mixed bag, but he’d spent a lot of time with her, and he respected her.

“Much better,” Danny assured with a little smile. “You’re not actually mad are you?”

“No, of course not,” Jason agreed, giving Danny a squeeze before letting go and reaching for the soap. “You were very brave doing all that, and ya, it could have gone better, but I don’t blame you. Besides, we handled it didn’t we? Nothing to worry about.”

Danny nodded and stole the shampoo from Jason, pressing against his chest and starting to wash his hair for him. Jason chuckled softly but tilted his head into Danny’s hands and let him pamper Jason a little.

They washed each other, and once they were both clean they grabbed some comfortable clothes and ate together, snuggled up on the couch watching a movie. There would be no patrol for either of them tonight, they were too tired after the meeting, and still recovering. Their haunt would just have to look after itself for one night, they would get back to it tomorrow and fix whatever small problems managed to go wrong during their day off.

They fell asleep on the couch, tangled together with the TV still playing. Jason woke up when the movie ended and turned off the tv, carrying Danny to bed instead of waking him up. Jason lay down with Danny curled up half on top of him, his cool breath tickling Jason’s throat. He shifted and got comfortable again and didn’t wake up.

Jason was awake though, and was having just a little trouble going back to sleep. He was sure in the days to come they would be checked on by their friends, maybe even some of the members of the Justice League. He tried not to hope one of them would be Wonder Woman. He had idolized her as a child, and he wanted her to understand him. But if she did come and she was disappointed with him too, he thought it might break his heart, which was why he was trying not to hope she’d come.

Though now that the heroes knew he was back, and they knew Danny was powerful he wondered how long it would be before they reached out for help with something, and what it would be. Actually something from Danny’s other world, or something like Trigon? It didn’t really matter, they still had to live in this world and they didn’t want it to end, so they might as well help right?

Maybe once they saved the world once or twice everyone would get off their backs and stop calling them villains. Jason didn’t like it, being a villain. He didn’t feel like a villain, he was still trying to do the right thing, make the world a better place, in his own way. And Danny had always been a hero, he lived to serve. He didn’t seem to care what anyone thought about him besides Jason, and Ellie now, but Jason couldn’t help but think that somewhere deep down it bothered him too.

Jason stroked his thumb over Danny’s cheek gently, he gave a soft chirp in his sleep and shifted closer, it made Jason smile, his heart feeling warm in his chest. Things were fine the way they were, but they could be better. He hoped this was the start of things getting better. He wanted Danny to get the recognition he deserved, that he’d never gotten when he was an actual hero. Whether he would get it or not, he deserved it.

With Danny tucked safe in Jason’s arms and his mind full of pleasant fantasies about the future they deserved, Jason finally drifted off to sleep.

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Danny woke up first the next day, it happened rarely but when it did it meant Jason hadn’t slept well so Danny carefully phased out of Jason’s arms without waking him and went to put coffee to go. He would start to make breakfast for them, but he knew he wasn’t good at it and Jason had gently but firmly banned him from the kitchen. He considered ducking out to get them breakfast sandwiches from the nearest deli but he didn’t want to be that far away from Hood yet. After how yesterday had gone, if Jason woke up and found Danny was gone he might freak out, and Danny didn’t want that.

So instead he just made coffee and went back to the bedroom, waking Jason with a gentle kiss. Jason hummed and stretched, opening his eyes halfway and smiling a little when he saw Danny. Early on, when they’d just moved in together, it was about a 50/50 shot that Jason would lash out at Danny for waking him before he processed who it was and that he was safe. Now he almost never did unless he had a nightmare, he had fully internalized that he was safe in their home, something that made Danny so happy he felt like he might burst. Instead he handed Jason his cup of coffee, fixed just the way he liked it, and curled up next to him with a contented little chirp.

Jason took a sip of his coffee and sighed contentedly, leaning his head against Danny’s hair. “No nightmares?” He asked in a sleepy mumble.

“No, I was too tired I think,” Danny replied with a subtle shrug. “You?”

“No, Stayed up for a bit worrying about shit, but no nightmares.”

“You should have woken me.”

“Nah, I was fine and you needed your sleep. Besides, being able to hold you and have your weight on me was all I really needed anyway,” Jason assured Danny before he could get in his head about it.

“Fair enough. Talk to me about it when you’re ready too, okay?” Danny compromised and Jason nodded.

They drank their coffee in silence, easing into the day before even getting up for breakfast. Finally they got up and headed to the kitchen, deciding to just have cereal for breakfast because Jason was too tired to cook. Danny was fine with that, he really liked cereal! Though his enjoyment was nothing compared to Tim, who they had learned was borderline obsessed with the stuff.

Jason’s phone kept dinging through breakfast but he ignored the texts at first. If it was really important someone would call, and it was too early for business otherwise. After the fifth notification he gave in and checked it with a groan.

“The Teen Titans are texting us. Big Bird too. They want to know how we’re doing and if we can meet up today to sort of debrief about the meeting. They’re also asking about a number for you,” Jason said, glancing up at Danny, who groaned as well. He didn’t really have a phone, he had modified necessary tech like the coms to work around him, but given how tech fritzed around him, and Jason was the only one he really needed to contact, he hadn’t bothered with an actual phone.

“I should probably do that huh?” Danny said ruefully. “I’m not carrying it on patrol though!It’s going to have to be built like a fucking brick to work and it would ruin my figure!” He exclaimed with a dramatic pout, making Jason laugh and shake his head.

“Whatever you want Danny, they can use coms to contact you on patrol anyway.” Jason agreed, even though he knew damn well Danny could literally store things inside his own body when needed. Maybe doing that with the phone would break it no matter how well fortified it was? It didn’t really matter. “What about visiting them today?”

“I’m not sure,” Danny hesitated, fidgeting with his spoon. “We’ve never left the Alley for two days in a row. Maybe we should meet tomorrow after making sure that everything is alright?”

“Danny, it’s not a child, we don’t have to supervise it constantly. I’m damn sure if anything went really wrong someone would have called us. We can spend some time with our family. After that shit show yesterday it might do us some good.” Jason put his phone down and gave Danny his full attention again, there was something more behind this hesitance.

“You’re right, of course you’re right. It’s just… Nevermind, it’s silly. Of course we can go if you want to.”

“No, it’s not nothing. Please tell me what’s bothering you Sweetheart,” Jason encouraged sweetly.

Danny sighed, hesitated, opened his mouth to speak and closed it again. He shook his head and took a deep breath, biting his lip like he did when he was trying not to cry. Jason pushed his chair back and walked around the table, resting his hands on Danny’s shoulders bracingly.

“I just don’t want to lose another home,” Danny finally managed to choke out and Jason’s heart dropped.

“You’re not,” He promised, leaning down to hug Danny from behind. He pressed his face into Jason’s strong bicep and sniffled, taking deep breaths that shuddered with the effort of keeping himself together. “You know, we haven’t wanted them to visit us here much because of our reputation, but I’ve decided I don’t care. Hey, maybe knowing we have powerful allies will make people even more intimidated by us. Let’s invite them to come to us so we don’t have to go anywhere.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to coddle me,” Danny said, his voice damp but stubborn.

“Of course, we’ve already had Nightwing and Robin coming and going anyway, I don’t think this’ll make much difference. We can check on everything to make sure nothing is about to blow up before they get here. And if anything does go wrong while we’re distracted we’ll have backup,” Jason decided. If anyone decided to question their allegiances Jason and Danny could make an example of them and remind everyone it wasn’t their place to question Crime Alley’s lords and protectors, even if they were still relatively new.

“Ya, you’re right. That sounds perfect,” Danny agreed, nuzzling against Jason before pushing him gently away. “I’m okay I promise, I’m just a little raw after thinking so much about the past recently.”

“Ya I get that,” Jason sighed, slipping back into his own chair while Danny went to get more coffee.

“We’re doing well though,” Danny told Jason, gesturing for his mug, Jason handed it over so Danny could get him a fresh coffee as well. “My big sister wanted to be a psychiatrist and therapist and I internalized enough of her rants to know how healing works. We’ve built ourselves a safe place for our outbursts and our healing. You’re lashing out less and I’m dissociating less and facing my feelings more. I know I’m still bad about putting you first and ignoring my needs, but you call me on it and get the truth out of me. We’re getting better.”

“Ya, we are,” Jason agreed. It was helpful to both of them to have things laid out straight like that. Otherwise it was way too easy to focus on how things are now and forget how far they’ve come, and then it could feel like they’re not making any progress at all. “We’re not isolating ourselves anymore either, we have some support outside of just each other.”

Danny nodded and handed Jason his now full coffee mug. “We’re still pretty damn codependent though,” He said with a wry little smile as he sat down across from Jason again.

“Ya. Any plans of changing that?” Jason asked with dry humour.

“Hell no,” Danny laughed, nudging Jason’s foot with his own and smiling at him. “I’d drag you out of Tartarus Hercules style.”

Jason laughed and shook his head again, and refused to think about how Danny had mentioned being functionally immortal, and how frustratingly human Jason remained in comparison.

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They decided not to let the Teen Titans into their nest, that was still just for family, but their largest safehouse would have room for everyone. Jason and Danny had worked together to haul in a bunch of chairs and make the place comfortable and clean. Then they split up and Danny went on patrol as Hyena while Jason bought and made snacks and made sure they had enough plates and cups.

Danny had better senses than Jason, and with his increased strength and durability he was more likely to make it out of a scuffle unscathed even if he was alone. And since Danny couldn’t cook for shit this was the best division of labor. Jason did a fair amount of cooking, but he bought a lot too, because he knew that Impulse would be coming and there was no way that he could make enough food for both a member of the flash family and Danny on such short notice. Stuff from the local bakery and grocery store would have to do for the most part, and some home made cookies and snacks, which would have to be guarded from the two big eaters.

Danny had returned home safe of course, helping Jason with the finishing touches and mixing up some punch. Jason told Danny they didn’t need it, the canned drinks they had would be enough with the people they were having over. But Danny insisted that punch was good! And they shouldn’t pass up an excuse to make some, so Jason let him do it. And it turned out that he wasn’t alone in thinking that judging by how excited Dick got about the punch, only dimmed slightly when Jason informed him it was not alcoholic.

The entire Teen Titans team had shown up, and Nightwing, none of them were in costume though. It surprised Jason and Danny and Jason felt a little silly that he was wearing his helmet at first, and he took it off quickly. This was just a gathering of friends, and it was lovely. At first he and Danny had been busy darting around playing host, making sure everyone had what they needed, and soon their apartment was full of joyful noise.

Now that everyone was settled Danny was sitting in a chair and Jason was sitting on the floor with his head propped against Danny’s knee, with Danny running his fingers through Jason’s hair. Kon had stared at them for a long moment before he went and flopped down at Tim’s feet. Whatever Tim had been saying trailed off into spluttering and he blushed deeply when Kon leaned back against his leg, grinning up at Tim impishly. Tim scowled at him, but despite his attempt at looking reproachful he hesitantly carded his fingers through Kon’s hair as well.

When he looked up and caught both Jason and Danny smirking at them, Tim flipped them off with his free hand, blushing all the way to his ears. This was… really nice, next time they should host the party at their nest. It would feel good to fill their own home with this sort of warmth. They weren’t really talking to anyone right now, Danny was speaking softly with Ellie next to him off and on, but mostly they were just basking in the company. This was something neither of them thought they’d have again after the losses of their previous families, it was nice, and Danny thought it would make him cry later.

“Hyena?” Kon asked suddenly, underneath the noise of the general chatter, but with both their enhanced hearing Danny heard it no problem. He looked up, giving a questioning hum. “What does Kon mean?”

Danny choked and sat back in his chair suddenly, his expression almost panicked as the noise in the room stopped. Even if they hadn’t heard Kon’s question, they had seen Danny’s response, as he stared back at Kon.

“What does my name mean?” He asked again, just as softly, but this time everyone heard.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Danny asked softly. “It’s not nice. You like your name well enough don’t you? Why not just… keep it that way? And it probably should be Superman you ask about it, he named you right?”

“He did, but I think that he would lie. If I’m going to confront him about it I want to already know what it means.”

The logic was sound, Danny nodded slowly, considering.

“Maybe not tonight Kon,” Tim said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “We’re really here for them aren’t we,” he gestured at Jason, Danny, and Ellie. “Maybe we should try to keep things light.”

“No, it’s alright,” Danny said, shaking his head. “If you’re sure?” He confirmed, and when Kon nodded he sighed. “Kon means… abomination. I’m sorry, it means abomination in the house of El.”

“Oh,” Kon said softly, and Danny saw Tim’s grip tighten on Kon’s shoulders. “Ya… Ya that’s not good, but I can see why he-”

“NO!” Ellie snapped, sitting forward in her chair and glaring at him. “Don’t make excuses for them! For either of them. Even if Superman didn’t agree to be cloned, that is no excuse to treat a living, feeling being like he’s treated you! You deserve better, and if you want to name yourself you should.

“My creator named me, literally the feminine version of his name,” She said, gesturing at Danny. “And considered me a failure because I ended up being female, I named myself Ellie, and Phantasm. You are your own person, You choose your identity! You choose your family, and you have good people around you. You decide what your name means.”

“Ya… I was mostly fine with Kon because it already worked as a short form for Connor, which is what you called me,” He said, smiling a little up at Tim, who smiled back bashfully. “But still… He could have told me any time. Or offered me a new name, I would have accepted. But he still… After all this time that’s still what he thinks of me?”

“Who cares what he thinks of you,” Ellie scoffed.

“Ellie stop, you’re being insensitive! You’re letting your anger speak, you remember how devastated you were when Vlad rejected you, and you still had me to love you,” Danny scolded her gently.

“It’s okay, to care what he thinks about you,” Jason spoke up, looking Kon in the eye levelly. “It’s okay if you always want something from him that he can’t give. I may not be a clone, but I know what it’s like to have shitty parents. It gets easier, especially once you’ve learned everything you wish they had taught you, on your own or with your friends.”

Kon mulled that over, and then nodded, leaning back against Tim’s lap. “Ya…” He sighed before shaking his head, probably filing all that angst away to process at a more conveniently time. “Hey Hyena? How do you speak Kryptonian?” He asked, and the abrupt change of subject startled a laugh out of Danny.

“I speak every dead language, or at least understand them,” Danny explained with a little smile and Tim whistled softly.

“Seriously? How many is that? What counts as a dead language?” He asked, and as he started quizzing Danny slowly conversation picked back up, though Kon stayed quiet, Danny stepped up to fill the gap in the conversation and they let Kon and Jason just… think, and process, surrounded by friends.

#dc x dp #fanfiction #danny phantom #jason todd #dead on main #kon el #dc impulse #nightwing #Hyena!Danny AU #timkon #dani phantom #tim drake #multi part fic

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cozage · 2 years ago

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OP Boys and a Sick S/O

How your One Piece boyfriend would react to you being sick on the ship!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law

cw: female! reader, some angst, various illnesses

Luffy

He noticed it as soon as he woke up. You were burning up. And when he made a joke, you barely chuckled. “CHOPPER!!! SOMETHINGS WRONG!!!!”

He runs as fast as he can to find Chopper while carrying you and begs him to help you.

He’s got some PTSD from when Nami was sick. You look and feel a lot like how she did during that time and he’s worried.

Luckily you’re just diagnosed with the Grand Line Flu, pretty common and easy to overcome.

He snuggles with you when you’re awake and paces around the room when you’re asleep.

When Sanji brings you food, he doesn’t even look at it. He knows you need your strength. He just wants you better.

Chopper advises Luffy sleeping in the same room as you but Luffy doesn’t care. He’s staying with you.

You’re really restless the first night, so he sleeps on the floor and stretches his arm out to hold your hand.

On the third morning you laughed at his joke, and his eyes started getting watery

“I WAS SO WORRIED YOU WERE GONNA DIE IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY”

Zoro

Zoro didn’t really question it when he hadn’t seen you by lunch. Sometimes you just preferred to stay cooped up in your room or the library.

By dinner, he was starting to get worried. Even more worried when everyone else had said they hadn’t seen you either.

As he entered your room, he noticed all the lights were off. At first he didn’t think anyone was there, but you let out a small whimper of protest to the light.

“You okay?” He sat carefully on the bed and pulled back your blanket that was wrapped around your head.

“Zoro…something’s wrong. I feel awful.” Your voice sounded strained. His stomach sank. Why hadn't he checked on you earlier? “I’ll be back”

He grabs Chopper and rushes back down. He doesn’t want to be gone from you for long. He’s beating himself up over not noticing sooner.

Chopper does a full exam and deduces that you have a severe case of sun-poisoning and possible effects of heat-stroke.

“This is because we laid outside all damn day yesterday isn’t it? I knew that Summer island was hotter than usual” Cue even MORE guilt.

He goes to Sanji and asks for him to make a hydrating meal for you. He doesn’t even pick a fight with the cook, that’s how worried he is.

He lays with you all night and hold you close and keeps apologizing for not noticing earlier.

The next day you’re feeling slightly better, but he’s persistent in keeping you in bed with him all day until you’re fully recovered. He makes runs to the kitchen and grabs things for you all to do.

It’s really just an excuse to have a day together and he secretly loves it.

Sanji

thought it was strange you didn’t come get breakfast. He was initially worried you were avoiding him or he had missed you coming into the kitchen, so he checked all your favorite spots on the Sunny, and still couldn't find you.

He knocks on your door, and with no answer, he just peaks inside for one glimpse to confirm you’re not in there.

Instead, to his horror, he finds you passed out on the ground.

“CHOPPER!!! Y/N IS DOWN!!” His voice echos through the ship and sends everyone rushing towards your room.

Sanji is afraid to move you, so he just brushes your hair from your face and whispers quiet encouragement to you.

He’s so scared. Your face is so white and clammy and there’s nothing he can do.

By the end of his exam, you’ve slipped back into consciousness, though you’re still groggy. Chopper diagnoses you with Low blood sugar and low iron.

You’ve given some iron tablets to take and told to take it easy. Sanji doesn’t want to leave you, but also wants to cook something to help your low blood sugar of course.

He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the kitchen. “Chopper told you not to use extra energy didn’t he? So I guess I’ll just have to carry you everywhere!”

He makes such a good breakfast for you :) you’re starting to feel better already

Sanji is secretly beating himself up because it’s HIS job to keep the crew healthy and give them a balanced diet and you of all people were his oversight (it wasn’t really his fault though you know that)

Even after the food and choppers help yo still have a massive headache so you and Sanji curl up in the fish tank lounge and rest all day long. He only gets up to make people meals.

Sanji occasionally puts his hand on your chest just to make sure you’re still breathing whenever you’re asleep. He’s so worried about you. Vows to never let that happen again because he can’t bear to see you sick like this ever again.

Ace

You’re not a restless sleeper. Usually you fall asleep against Ace and you stay pressed against him all night long. His body emits a nice warmth that you just love to snuggle into at night.

Tonight’s different though. You’re tossing and turning, almost like you can’t get comfortable. Thats his first red flag.

When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he reaches out for you, but only finds an empty sheet in your place.

He starts to panic and his eyes scan the dimly lit room. His eyes finally land on you, lying on the wooden floor in the middle of the room

He’s instantly out of bed, right by your side, desperately shaking you awake.

“Ace, stop…” you roll away from him.

“What is it? What’s wrong, y/n?” He can feel that your skin is clammy and abnormally warm to the touch. Your hair is stuck to your face, damp with sweat.

“Marco…I’m going to get Marco. I’ll be right back” he gives you a quick forehead kiss that emits a groan from your half-awake self.

He dashed out of the room and sprints across the ship to the first division commanders room. He begins desperately banging on Marcos door

Marco answers the door and he is NOT thrilled. Until he sees Ace’s face and how worried he is. “Please Marco. She’s sick. Really sick. She’s burning up and I…I don’t know what to do”

Marco follows him back to his room and sees you half conscious on the floor. He bends down next to you and starts taking your vitals.

“Ace, it looks like it’s just a virus. It’ll run its course and she’ll be fine in a day or two. I’ll come back and check on her again tomorrow.” After reassuring his friend that it is not life or death, Marco takes his leave.

Ace can’t sleep though. He grabs a fan, a rag, and a bucket of water, doing anything he can to keep you cool through the night. He just sits by your side and watches you when you’re asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, he’s there, ready to get you anything you need. And he doesn't leave it until you're ready to leave the room again too.

Law

“No thanks, I think I’ll pass tonight.” makes Law raise an eyebrow. You never skip dessert, especially when Penguin is the one who made it.

As you excuse yourself from the table, he waits just a beat before following you out.

“Y/n-ya. Are you okay?” He’s already analyzing your face for any signs of distress.

“I’m fine, Law. Just tired is all”. It’s a lie. And he knows it too. He pulls you into his office without another word.

His hand outstretches toward you “Room”. “Law this really isn’t-“ “Scan”. His word are clipped, and you can see that his worry lines are deep.

“Food poisoning. Seriously? I knew we shouldn’t have eaten at that sketchy bar today.” He’s already grabbing IVs and other meds. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

“It was the oysters right? I knew they tasted funny.” You attempt a weak smile at your captain, which is only met with a glare. “At least you didn’t eat any of them too.”

“You’re sleeping in my room tonight so I can keep an eye on you.” He’s already got an arm around you, helping you stand. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you had someone helping support you. You wish you had the energy to object, but you let him lead you to his room.

As soon as you’re on his bed, your eyes begin to close. The last thing you see is him prepping an IV for you.

He stays by your side. Sitting, watching. Looking for any signs of discomfort on your face.

When you’re sick, he holds your hair back for you. He has water and saltine crackers ready to get the taste out of your mouth, too.

After the first few hours, he starts to relax, and chooses to work at his desk through the night, but he keeps you in his line of sight at all times.

The next morning you are already feeling better because of how fast Law noticed you were sick. You’re still feeling tired, but your appetite is already returning a bit.

Law had Shachi prep some light and comforting foods for you, and you see a smile pass over his lips when you ask for it.

He kisses his the pads of fingertips and then presses it immediately against your forehead. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, y/n-ya”

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imababblekat · 1 year ago

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So Close

@badlywritten-stuff2 ,"i am a sucker for spiderman reader w the turtles so i was hit w a potentially galaxy brain (and. shippy.) idea; the reader and leo are about to have like, a spiderman-esqe kiss where the reader is hanging upside down on their web with only half their face showing (you know the scene-- that's ROMANCE baby!) maybe it's a little farther down the line, in terms of their relationship and it's crept into less platonic and more 'i like you' vibes but still very much leo doesnt know our beloved spidey's identity. then the boyz show up and they're all like "YALL WAS GONNA KISS??" and leo and spidey are like "NUH UH" or something idk! have fun with it i just got the sillies. thank you! i hope youre doing well!"

◌ S,p = Spider Persona ◌

~xXx~

The air felt chill across green pebbled skin, a light rain cascading down from the sky and creating a beautiful wash of colors of the city scape for Leo to gaze upon. Despite being a stickler for always staying together, especially when in the world above his home, the mutant turtle felt he exceptionally needed this moment of peace. Away from the loud bustle of his brothers, away from the grueling training he’d tunnel vision himself into in moments like these, and away from the heavy expectations of being not only the eldest but the leader put upon him.

With a heavy breath through his nose and eyes shut closed, the terrapin in blue had not noticed the quiet pitter patter of feet behind him.

“Looks like someone finally learned to get out and have some fun for once.”

Leonardo nearly jumped out of his shell, but was quick to recover and turned with a glare that quickly dissipated at realizing who his uninvited guest was.

“(S,p), what are you doing here?”, he questioned, trying his best to stop the small flutter in his chest.

Sitting on the ledge of the door that led to the roof they both now occupied, the eyes of the friendly neighborhood (S,p) motioned in a way of how one would quirk a brow.

“Uhm, fighting crime. What are you doing out here? Thought Raph was the one to go soloing about.”

Leo looked down to the city streets below, his face scrunching up at being reminded of one of his latest stressors.

“Nothing, I. . .I just needed some air.”

(S,p) frowned at this. The hunched form, stiff shoulders, and shadows beneath gorgeous blue eyes were only a few tell tales of what Leo was currently going through.

“Hey. . .”

Leo watched as (S,p) hoped down from their perch, walking only a few steps before sitting down on the edge beside him. A gentle hand had come to rest on Leo’s forearm, and even through the miraculous suit they wore, he could still feel the comforting heat of their touch.

“Remember what we talked about?”, (S,p) questioned, looking up into Leo’s cerulean(?) eyes, that of which shyly wished to look away but held firm.

“You can’t keep things bottled up, Leo. It’ll weigh you down till it suffocates you.”

Swallowing a tightness in his throat, said terrapin could no longer hold his best friends gaze, and instead focused on the smaller hand still rested upon him.

“I know. I’m still just not used to this kind of thing.”, he admitted, a dusting across his chilled cheeks in the New York night.

For a brief moment, he wondered if you were cold as well, and could not help the feeling of concern at you becoming sick for being out in such weather trying to comfort him. Though, he knew any attempt at dissuading you would be futile. The more time you and the four brothers had spent together, the closer you and honorable terrapin had grown, no way was he going to get rid of you that easily. Your gentle caringness you were about to display proving as such.

“That’s okay. That’s why I promised to always be here when you needed and were ready.”, you beamingly reminded, taking your other hand to gently cup Leo’s face and direct his focus back to you.

The flutter felt earlier returned once more to Leonardo’s chest, his wrapped hand reaching up to gently lay over the hand that still caressed his face.

How had he become so lucky to meet someone like you? He knew not of your true identity, but Leo still fully believed he could trust you with his life and vice versa. Maybe it was because you were not so normal yourself, but whatever the case may be, you never treated Leo like a freak. Not only that, but you saw more of him then some cold hardass leader. You saw past the wall he built, the façade he wore as his duty placed upon him at such a young age. It wasn’t that Leo disliked being a leader, but it hadn’t been easy on him and he very much felt alone at times. Yet, when you had stumbled into their lives, it was like a ray of sun came to cast out the rays of his lonely mind. You had always cared for him, and you still continued to do so, as he found himself doing for you as well.

There was no one he felt closer to in his whole life but you.

“So, do you feel up for talking? Or do you just wanna hang for a while?”, you quietly asked, tucking one of Leo’s mask tails aside.

With a warming smile, Leo stood, taking your hand he still held and pulling you up gently as well.

“I think I’d just like to hang, if you’re not too busy kicking bad guy butt.”

You giggled, a melody like sound to Leo’s ears as he watched you walk back to the place you once sat perched upon.

“For you? Never busy! I know this cute little roof top café we can hit up. It’s got a little private area the owner set aside for me to take breaks at. Won’t have to worry at all about any surprises.”

Watching you jump up to the higher roof ledge, Leo thought about your proposition. Sitting in a cozy area with calming night rain in New Yorker city, enjoying a nice warm cup of coffee with the one person who could light up a whole room? What could be better?

“That sounds really nice actually. They have any pastries?”, Leo asked, getting ready to follow you up.

“As a matter of fact, they do! Oooh, their honey rolls are just ab-shit!”

Leonardo's heart spiked as he saw you suddenly slip on the wet surface above, and with quick reflexes he lurched forward, ready to catch you in his arms. Unfortunately, your own reflexes had kicked in just in time for you to web your self to the dryer, bottom portion of the ledge, leaving you effectively upside down. Combining both of your quick movements, neither Leo or you had time to stop the momentum of your faces colliding together. Despite being masked, there was no doubt in either of your minds the connection you each felt upon one another's lips. As quick as it had happened it was just as quickly over; Leo stepped back faster than lightning and his face lighting up as red as his brothers mask. As for you, your whole body felt it’s only electricity, spidey senses going awry from the incident.

“I-I’m so sorry!! I was just trying to catch you and-“

“N-no, I should apologize! I’m the one who slipped!”

The air grew thick with silence, as neither you or Leo looked at the other, hearts still racing and emotions on the high end. You were still buzzing, a new feeling you had never felt before coursing through you. It was your spidey sense, that you knew, but it hadn’t been the same as every other time you’ve experienced it. It was warm, soothing, elating, like taking a nap cozied up in bed with the window open to allow for a nice spring breeze.

Taking a chance, you glanced over at Leo, the later still looking to the ground. Not aware of the eyes upon him, Leo slowly had reached up to touch his own lips, a glimmer in his eyes that had not gone unnoticed by you. The sight sent a flutter of your own though your chest, as you thought back on all the special moments that you both had shared.

Almost similarly to Leo, you had felt alone for so long. A hero with abilities never heard of before and no one to learn from. Navigating a new world and taking on responsibilities and hardships you’d never asked for. When you met the ninja turtles though, and found yourself in an ever growing friendship with Leonardo, you suddenly found yourself almost not ever remembering what loneliness felt like.

“Hey, Leo?”

Said terrapin was quick to look your way, feeling the shyness of your gaze as you called for him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you uhm. . .”

Your voice fell to a mumble, your characteristic bravado suddenly gone. Leo chanced stepping forward, and once sure that you were comfortable with him moving into your space he continued closer.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

Leo felt a new nervousness within him. You both knew it was an accident, but dear god, did you hate him now? Was this going to change things for the worse? The thought of your friendship dwindling caused an ache in Leo’s heart as he worriedly waited for you to repeat yourself. However, the next words you’d speak would be the complete opposite of the turmoil within his mind.

“I-I said. . .do you want to try that again?”

Leo gulped, his eyes behind his blue mask widening.

“What? Kiss?!”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm, but your mask. Are you sure your okay with?”, Leo gestured to his own face, knowing how important your identiy was to you.

You simply nodded, gaze just as soft as the handsome one now mere inches from you.

“You can pull it down part way.”

“Are you sure?”, Leo asked once more, half lidded stare looking into the eyes of your mask, that of which he swore for but a brief second he saw (e,c) orbs.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

That was all that Leonardo needed to hear, his heart now feeling like it would explode just by your simple, but powerful statement. Ever so gently he peeled down your mask, mind a flutter at finally seeing some hint of your true self. This whole action and moment had been elating for you as well, a thrill in your heart at feeling the brush of Leo's hands across your bare skin.

With the ambiance of falling rain, glowing lights of ranging hues, and the warmth of the others breath, the kiss Leo was about to share with you, would be a cherished memory for a life time and more.

“Hey, guy’s! I found him!”

Never had you pulled your mask up so quickly, and never had Leonardo let out such a roaring groan. Foot falls came to a halt as Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo hopped onto the roof top you both occupied.

“What the hell, man?! We’ve been tryin’ to reach you all night!”, Raph glowered throwing his hands up as his brother in blue sent him the sharpest of glares.

“There’s been a Foot Clan robbery, and NYPD needs back up.”, Donnie hurriedly spoke, too focused on one of his gadgets to take notice of the same death glare sent his way.

Ultimately, it was Mikey who had come to read the room, going to give you an excited greeting when he took notice of the bashful look displayed on your mask, Leo’s deep scowl, and the close proximity between you both. The biggest, toothiest of smiles breached the youngest face, but Leo had no time to stop him from speaking out.

“Yooo!! Were you two about to do what I think you were about to do?!”

Raphael and Donnie confusedly looked to Mikey, Leo furiously making motions to get Mikey to shut up.

“What are you talking about, Mikey?”, Raph spat, not in the mood for his antics.

“Oh you knooow~ Leo and (s,p), sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

Realization smacked both Raph and Donnie in the face at that moment as they quickly looked between you both, each’s expression brimming with surprise.

“Wait, seriously?! Is that why you weren’t answering your phone?!, Donnie gawked while adjusting his glasses.

“So, like. . .with mask or no mask?”, Raph questioned with a shit eating grin.

Another heavy groan reverberated from Leonardo as his brother huddled together to begin their collective teasing. How was he going to survive this? Cheeks hot with embarrassment as his brother laughed and continued to banter from a distance, Leo turned to apologize to you, only to find you suddenly absent. Leo felt a sudden sadness at your disappearance, but a ping to his phone caught his attention. A text notification, above the many missed calls from his siblings, caught his eyes.

“Meet you dorks at the robbery! Coffee after? Or will you be too busy dying from your brothers torment? ; )”

Leo let out a breathy chuckle, and with a warm grin and even warmer heart, sent a message in return.

“For you? Never busy!”

~xXx~

#bayverse leo x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #aged up tmnt #tmnt spiderman au #badlywritten-stuff2 #imababblekat's writing

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teamnick · 3 months ago

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favorite piarles moments that make you want to do something drastic?

omg GREAT question, but soso difficult to answer 🥲 the thing is, every piarles moment makes me wanna do something drastic akdjskskd but i'll try not to empty all my camera roll into this answer. So!

whatever was going on in the paris nba event...specifically in this moment. you wanna grab him, charles? take his shirt off? go on! 😌

then, the canal+ interview from 2018...the whole thing is kinda insane, with lines like "we've done many things together...but you wont hear about all of it. we're not gonna say everything!" like OKAY...and then charles just puts out this line:

idk both of them have this talent of saying some devastating things in only a few words and this one kills me every time. 🥹

monza 2020...i cant ever be normal about this, i'm sorry (lie). the way charles barrels into pierre to hug him, completely ignoring grosjean who is already hugging pierre aksjfksks love it.

and then he sneaks away to watch pierre's podium before being medically cleared. if this was a fanfic, i'd say uhm this is a bit too much! and...well. this happened irl. 🫶

the squeezie vid...all. time. like i cant stress enough how genius the whole thing is. you get piarles doing a baby simulation class, them teasing each other, pierre making charles blush with certain gestures lmao love it!!!

montreal 2022. all that weekend was just. amazing in giving us piarles content, my personal fav is ofc charles' insta story with pierre wearing charles' cap and charles laughing like a hyena. i'll never recover!!!

NBA date nr. 1.....no words. very smooth move from pierre. 😌✌️

when they were celebrating their f2 & f3 championship wins together...this is lowkey my fav pic of them. the joy!!!! their humongous smiles!!!! charles drenched in champagne...pierre grabbing his thighs while looking up at him...oh man. 🥰🥰

baku 2021...i just had to include it because wtf is happening here, guys??? again, charles arrives like a force of nature, grabs pierre's hand while he is still celebrating with his team and simply glues himself to pierre, jfc. 🧐🤪🫠

okay i can no longer include any pics but there are many more moments bw these 2 that make me go insane...the monaco hug, their monza 2022 hand grabbing, "mr gasly 😘", "captain CL", box of bluffs video, tennis dates...and then ofc all the monza 2019 photos.

wow this got long 😅😅 what can i say. I love them!! 😻

#piarles #anon #thx for the ask nonnie 🌸

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recklesssturniolo · 1 year ago

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Late Nights - C.S

Sub!chris, overstim (you guys convinced me, you’re welcome, y’all better eat this up I stg + dom!matt fic tomorrow pookies)

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

You glance over as the bedroom door opens to see Chris walking in. He’d been out with his brothers filming a car video, that you declined the offer to be in and instead stayed at their place.

“Hi baby” He says kissing your cheek as he lays down beside you, placing his head on your chest.

“How was filming?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“Was good, saw some sketchy people though” He laughs.

“I’m not surprised by that one bit” You smile back.

Chris gets up to grab his charger and lays back down on the bed, his head leaning back on the headboard. You both simply enjoying each other’s presence as you scrolled on your phones.

“You’re staring” You smirk.

“Just thinking” He shrugs back.

“And what are you thinking about?” You question.

“Fucking you” He replies as if it was nothing.

“Oh yeah?” You say.

“Mhm been thinking about it since we were filming” He nods.

“How cute, you want me to make you feel good Chrissy?” You smirk, now straddling him.

A groan leaves his mouth before he responds with “Please”

You lean down and connect your lips, you yourself now wanting him inside you, starting to grind your hip against him. Your tongue explored his mouth as you pulled his hair - a whimper leaving his mouth as you did so.

“P-please baby make me feel good” He whimpered.

“You gonna be a good boy for me if I do?” You smirk.

Chris nodded his head repeatedly in response, willing to do whatever you asked as long as he had you making him feel good.

“Take your clothes off for me pretty boy” You instruct, Chris immediately doing as you said.

You smirk as you move down on the bed, spitting on dick once you were low enough. Moving your hand up and down his shaft excruciatingly slow.

“No teasing” He groans out, almost frustrated as he knew what you were doing.

“Play nice or I’ll leave you to jerk yourself off” You respond. A quiet “Sorry” leaving his mouth afterwards.

Instead of moving your hand faster, you lower your head and swivel your tongue around his tip, then bringing your tongue and swiping from the bottom of his dick to the top. His hip thrusting upwards, wanting more contact.

“You want me to take all of you in my mouth baby?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I - yes fuck please, you’re already making me feel so good” He moans.

He watches as you take as much of him as you can handle into your mouth, your hand pumping what wouldn’t fit.

“Look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth” He whines, moving his hand to the back of your head.

You begin to bob your head up and down faster, gagging slightly as he thrusted his hips harder but continuing to swirl and suck on his dick.

“Am I making you feel good pretty boy?” You ask.

“Yes yes so good” He replies through a moan.

You continued on, but notice his grip tighten on your hair, and his moans becoming louder and more frequent.

“Is my good boy about to come? You think you deserve to?” You smirk.

“Please let me, you’re making me feel so good I can’t hold it back my longer” He whimpers, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Okay baby, come for me” You respond.

With that Chris let’s go, his liquids filling your mouth. His eyes rolling back and a mix of whimpers and curse world effortlessly flowing out of his mouth.

“Fuck baby you made me feel so good” His says, slightly panting.

“Oh we aren’t finished yet” You smirk, his eye brows furrowing in confusion.

You climb on top of him, aligning him with your entrance and letting yourself sink down onto his dick. A moan leaving your mouth as you did so. You grab his hands and place them on your waist and begin moving up and down on his dick, watching his jaw drops open at the sensation. Barely recovering from climaxing the first time.

“You fill me so well Chrissy” You tell him.

“I’m - so sensitive fuck I don’t think I can come again” He whines.

“Yes you can. Be a good boy and look at me while I ride you” You demand.

A whimper leaves his mouth as you bounced up and down, tilting his head up every so often when he’d drop eye contact.

“Such a good boy letting me ride you like a little toy, feels so good baby” You moan out, feeling your climax coming on.

“I - I’m” He whimpers but can’t get himself to finish his sentence. The over-stimulation clouding his head, his thighs shaking as he tries to control himself.

“What’s that? Are you gonna come again for me Chrissy?” You smile.

He nods in response, the pleasure now fully consuming him as his dick twitched inside you, begging to fill you.

“Show me how much of a good boy you are and come with me okay?” You ask.

“O-okay yes fuck please I need to come” He whines out, his grip on your waist so tight that you knew there’d be bruises.

You pick up your pace just enough so that his dick was now perfectly hitting your g-spot, nodding to him and silently confirming for him to come. As you both climaxed there was a mix of whimpers and moans, followed by half finished sentences.

“Fuck it feels so”

“Oh my god you fill me up so well - shit”

“So fucking tight”

You slow your pace as both of your highs come to an end, getting off of Chris and letting your body fall limp beside him.

“Jesus Christ you’re so hot when you’re like that” Chris said, catching his breath.

“You were such a good boy Chrissy” You smile, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“I always forgot how much you get off at overstimulating me” He laughs.

“Mmm hearing you whimper and beg never gets old” You tell him.

“You’re cocky now but just wait till I have you on your knees for me angel” He smirks back.

“Hush and go get a towel, your beds a mess now, mine as well wash the sheets at this point” You respond.

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callsign-muffin · 3 months ago

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Heal Together: Chapter 1

(Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw fic)

I've been lurking on here for a while, reading Top Gun fics and I recently got inspired to write one of my own. Hopefully someone reads it and likes it!

Note about the format: Between every header is a change in the point of view :)

Summery: When Rooster was med-evaced back to San Diego from the mission field, the last thing he expected was to wake up with a tube down his throat and the most beautiful woman he's ever seen at his bedside.

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Word Count: 2.1k

“Hey Carly, I’m taking over for room 4 today. Are you ready to give report?” You ask the cute blonde night shift nurse, she looked about 12 years old. What in the hell was she doing in the ICU of a military hospital? Hell, you should be asking yourself the same question. You hated it here at this boys club where nurses were ignored as a female dominated profession, despite being the people who spend the most amount of time at the patient’s bedside in a 12 hour stretch. But you were only one week into this eight week travel assignment and the money was great, so you just had to grin and bear it and make as few enemies as possible.

“The census is low, is this gonna be your only patient?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You pulled out your report sheet and pen, “Let’s hope it stays that way.”

You could tell Carly was fresh off of orientation by how nervous she looked before beginning to speak.

“Hey,” You placed a comforting hand on her knee, “take your time, tell me what you know, and if I have any questions I’ll ask them when you’re done. You just finished a long shift, it’s okay to be a little out of it. We’ll get all the info we need together. No pressure, okay?”

“Okay,” Carly nodded and took a deep breath, “This is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, 35 year old male, full code, no known allergies…”

You quietly took down the pertinent information about Lt. Bradshaw as Carly spoke. He was a pilot, recovered after a crash, and was stitched back together pretty well on the aircraft carrier, he went septic and was transported back to the states to your hospital. Pretty standard stuff. He was currently on a ventilator for breathing support but all seemed to be going in a positive direction despite the shitty circumstances.

Carly finished her report with a sigh of relief, you had a feeling the staff nurses weren’t as respectful when receiving report from a new graduate. “Any questions?”

“Any family at the bedside?” You asked.

“No, no family. Apparently a guy named Pete Mitchell calls daily for updates, they’re not related but he’s included on the patient’s medical information release forms, so we can talk to him. Chart says he’s single, no siblings, and both parents have passed away.” Carly yawned, she was beginning to fade after a long night. You didn’t want to hold her up anymore than necessary, she needed to get home and go to bed.

“Okay,” You clicked your pen, “Sounds good. Let’s go check lines and meds so you can get out of here.”

She paused for a second as you got up from your chair at the nurses station, “Y/N… thank you for being so nice… I’m only a week off of orientation and things are still so new…”

You smiled at the compliment, “We’ve all been there. Every nurse on this unit was new at one point and I think sometimes they forget that. Hell, I’m a traveler and this is only my second week and there’s so much that’s new to me too. You’re doing great.”

You spent the first part of your morning before rounds with the care team just cleaning up the patient, organizing the room, all that good stuff. Though it wasn’t necessarily considered “professional”, you played some music softly from your phone as you worked. You found that music or just talking to patients on vents helped with agitation. You couldn’t imagine anything more tortuous than listening to repetitive beeping and alarms all day long and nothing else. Though most managers didn’t like it, that didn’t stop you. What were they gonna do? Fire you? Hospitals hire travelers at such a high price point when they’re understaffed and desperate. They needed you more than you needed them.

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“When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin’

When the sun goes down, we’ll feel alright

When the sun sinks down over the water

Everything is hotter when the sun goes down…”

Who the fuck listens to Kenny Chesney anymore? Rooster thought to himself.

He knew he was sick, the docs on the ship told him that before they knocked him out to shove the tube down his throat. They told him he’d be med-evaced back to San Diego because the hospital where he was overseas didn’t have the capabilities to take care of someone as sick as him. He didn’t know how long he had been there, all the days run together when you’re too weak to open your eyes. He was used to having things done to him, he was past the point of getting agitated about it, because he knew they’d just sedate him more.

“Alright, Bradshaw.” A confident voice said, “All of your lines are untangled, your room is clean, and your initial assessment is done… How about we have a little spa day? You’re smellin’ a little… ripe.”

RUDE!

“HA! You can hear me! You raised your eyebrows!” She giggled, damn it was a cute giggle. Rooster honestly hadn’t realized he was moving his face. But he believed her because that’s what his face usually does when he’s surprised. “You’ve been caught. No more playing dumb.”

Water started running, splashing, and the suction was turned on… that sound usually meant his mouth was gonna get cleaned and he was gonna feel something funny down his throat. He hated it.

“Carly told me you were getting agitated during mouth care last night. Since you can hear me, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing, so don’t get sassy with me.” She said, “Deal?”

Anything for the first person not to treat me like a damn vegetable. This was the first time someone actually talked to him and told him what the fuck was happening since he got here. It was a welcome change.

The kind yet sassy voice interrupted his thoughts, “Okay, mouth care. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

She didn’t lie to him, she was quick and the stupid suction caused him minimal discomfort. Maybe it was because he could brace himself, or maybe it was because she was just really good at her job.

“I’m about to give you a full body bath, so how about we get to know each other a little bit.” She said as she adjusted his sheets and pillows to reposition him, placing a towel under his head, and rinsing his hair with warm water.

Rooster’s whole body relaxed.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m obviously your nurse today and will probably be for the next few days…” Nurse Y/N went on about where she’s from, her hobbies, how she’s not making many friends in this new hospital she’s been contracted out to.

Welcome to the military, it’s a boy’s club. He wished he could say that to her. He imagined medicine was similar to aviation, full of egos.

Before Rooster knew it, his whole body had been washed from head to toe. He hadn’t felt this clean in what felt like years.

“So Lieutenant… not to be crude but… I gotta clean your bits. But at least we’ve really gotten to know each other.” Nurse Y/N said, “Your girlfriend will thank me later.”

Ha! Rooster laughed to himself, What girlfriend?! My dick hasn’t been played with in months!

Like with the mouth care, her cleaning was quick and respectful. And damn, being clean felt so good. She went on to change his gown, sheets, and blankets. Rooster truly felt like a new man.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, you’ve never looked better.” She said with a satisfied sigh.

That’s a damn lie, but I’ll take the compliments wherever I can get them at this point.

“Hey Y/N,” Another female voice said, “They’re starting with you for rounds. Are you ready to present your patient or should I stall?”

“Nah, I’m ready. Tell them to come in whenever.” Nurse Y/N said, then her voice got low and she whispered to Bradley, “I’m gonna try to get them to lighten your sedation and move towards trials of turning the ventilator off. It’s not gonna be comfortable but the sooner we start working towards getting that tube out of your throat, the sooner you can get the hell out of here.”

Rooster wanted to make sure she knew he heard her and that he was on board, it took every ounce of strength in his body, but he nodded.

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“No way.” The resident physician said simply after you gave your recommendation with your presentation of Lt. Bradshaw

You were dumbfounded. What the hell did he mean no?!, “This patient was more than ready to move towards extubation.”

“And what makes you the expert?” the resident asked.

Oh lord, this fresh out of med school asshole was turning rounds into a dick measuring contest.

“The fact that I’ve been at his bedside for the past three and a half hours, I assessed him, bathed him, turned him, and he is showing signs of progress. The next step is spontaneous breathing trials and extubation. The longer he stays on the vent, the more likely he is to get pneumonia, as we all should know, Doctor.” You explained coolly but made sure to add his (probably newly earned) title.

“I agree with…” The attending looked at you and scanned your badge, “... Y/N… What do you think from a Respiratory Therapy standpoint, Brent?” He looked over at Brent, the RT.

Brent smirked and narrowed his eyes at the resident, “I also think moving towards extubation is a good thing. If he has two successful trials, he could be off the vent by the end of the day.”

The attending physician nodded, “Then it’s a plan. And I think this is a really good lesson for the residents and medical students with us on rounds, the nurses know more about the patient than we do. We should always consider their recommendations because they have the most valuable view on the patient, simply because they spend time with them.”

You tried to dim the glow that was on your face.

“Thanks, Dr…” You scanned the attending’s badge the same way he did yours.

“Carter, Brendan Carter.” He extended his hand and you shook it, “Glad to have you here.”

That was the most welcome anyone had made you feel in the last week here. Who would’ve thought a wrinkly old attending doctor with dancing eyes would be the person to stand up for you and make you feel secure in your clinical decision making.

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Rooster wasn’t sure how much time had gone by since Nurse Y/N told him she was turning down his sedatives but it felt like he could open his eyes almost instantly. It was so… bright. Once his eyes adjusted, he scanned his surroundings, the lights weren’t even on but the sun shining through the large window felt blinding. He looked to his left and saw the machine that the tube in his throat was attached to, the machine that had kept him alive for God knows how long. He looked to his right and saw multiple IV poles that attached him to lines and lines of medicine and fluid. Further to his right, he saw a woman standing at a computer, typing away furiously, her face was serious yet beautiful, was that Nurse Y/N?

“Good morning, Lt. Bradshaw.” She said quietly, “You’re still attached to your breathing tube, so you can’t talk. Now that you’re awake we’re one step closer to getting you off that thing. Sound good?”

Rooster nodded slowly, wishing he could thank her for everything. For talking to him, bathing him, treating him like a human-being.

“Do you feel strong enough to write?” She asked, “Can I get you a whiteboard?”

He nodded again.

“I’ll be right back.” She swiftly left the room.

Rooster couldn’t help but love watching her walk away. Along with a beautiful face, he could tell she had a great body hiding underneath those scrubs. It had been so long since he’d seen a pretty girl.

She returned quickly with a whiteboard and a marker, handing it to him, “What’s on your mind Lieutenant?”

Call me Bradley. He scribbled,

“Nice to meet you Bradley.” She smiled down at him, “How are ya feelin’?”

Better now that I’m clean and awake. He wrote.

“There’s something healing about a bath and being taken out of your drug induced sleep, huh?” She giggled.

Rooster nodded and started writing again, Thank you for everything.

“No biggie. I’m glad to see you doing so well. Is it okay if I do a full assessment on you, just since you’re awake now?” She asked.

He nodded, this girl could do anything she wanted to him. She was basically his angel.

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Chapter 4: Resolving The Conflict

Summary: Aomine works on himself for the sake of your relationship, but even after all of this time, you realize that you've never truly sat down with your feelings and hashed them out. You work on your conflicting feelings, deciding that it's your turn to figure things out to come to the truth. Word Count: 10,182 Warnings: more angst lol, (sorry), reader is really conflicted about her feelings with aomine, lots of kissing, aomine is very whipped for you, reader confronts an oc, lots of fluffly moments, smut at the end, unprotected sex, oral (f), multiple orgasms, fingering, pull out method A/N: And this is the end! Thank you so much for reading if you stayed for this long lmao

MASTERLIST

After getting an earful from his coaches, he wasn't allowed to do any training or go to practice until he was fully recovered. Of course, there were some days when he found himself at the stadium because there was no way he going to be able to stay away for that long. He didn't play, but at this point, he was fine with just watching. All of his teammates checked up on him when he would visit, and he appreciated it even though he pretended like he didn't care for it.

Things with you are slow going, but the tension between the two of you isn't like when he lied to you the last time. It's hard for things to go back to normal or the way they used to be, but Aomine tells himself to calm down this time. He feels like he's been jumping into this thing with you with absolutely no direction, and that hasn't led him anywhere beneficial. He's been going to therapy, which surprises you, but after everything he just went through, he feels like it's the first step in the right direction.

He said that he wanted to be a better father and a better man, and right now, he feels like therapy is the best thing he can do for all of you. It's definitely helping, and Aomine is slowly starting to feel like himself. Over the course of a couple of months, he doesn't push anything with you, staying friendly, but he can't help but feel happy that he's slowly getting somewhere with you that doesn't fuel his delusion.

He's finally cleared to start practicing after what feels like forever, so that means that you're back to taking Taj to school and picking him up. You pull up once the car in front of you leaves, and you recognize the teacher who comes into view. She already knows who you are, but instead of talking to her walkie, she motions for you to roll down your window. You frown but do so as you slow to a stop.

"You're gonna have to come inside. It's about Taj." You don't know what to think, and you're definitely worried, but you drive off and park after she backs away from the car. You get out, locking the door, and she tells another teacher to take over as she walks with you into the school.

She guides you into the office, and the woman at the front desk guides you to where Taj is. Your eyebrows raise when you see that she's taking you to the principals office, and she opens the door for you. The moment you step inside, Taj is running into you, wrapping his arms around you. It almost knocks you over as you look down, resting your hands on him.

"Taj? Are you okay?" you ask, but before you can get an answer, someone speaks up.

"Are you his mother?" You look in the direction of the voice, your eyes landing on a woman sitting next to who you assume is her son, but you instantly detect attitude in her voice.

"I'm sorry is there a problem?" you question quickly, not even bothering to answer her question, and the principal walks in.

"Mrs. Aomine, you're finally here."

"No, I'm not--" you start, waving your hand. "I'm just his babysitter." Taj still hasn't let go of you, and you look down at him again.

"Where is his father?" she asks, and you want to focus on Taj, but you've got so much running through your head.

"He's probably not gonna make it," you barely manage, and you're finally able to sit down, but Taj doesn't let go of you, crawling into your lap and burying his face into your neck.

"That could probably explain his actions," the woman spits.

"Okay, what is your problem?" you fume. "What is going on?"

The principal sighs, rubbing her fingers over her forehead. "Taj and Bradley here had a little altercation."

"Altercation?! My son was hit hard multiple times by that--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there!" you start, trying very hard not to raise your voice. "You say anything else about him, I will personally make sure that--"

"Ladies, please," the principal interrupts. "Apparently from what I heard from their teacher is that Bradley said something to Taj, and in response, Taj hit him."

"What did he say?" you ask, rubbing your hand over Taj's back.

She sheake her head. "He wouldn't say."

You look down, trying to softly urge Taj to look at you. "Taj, sweetie, look at me," you whisper quietly, and you can hear him sniffle before he looks up, and you feel your heart drop at the same time your blood boils when you see how red his eyes are. "Can you tell me what Bradley said to you? You won't be in trouble, I promise."

"It was probably--"

"Shut. Up. I am talking to Taj. Not you." You shut her down quickly and sternly before you look down at Taj.

"He said," he starts, but you can't hear him.

"Taj, you gotta speak up so Ms. Thompson can hear you too."

He takes a couple of deep breaths before he answers. "He said that the only reason you're here is because my parents don't want me. That my dad would rather play basketball than be my dad."

If there's ever a moment where you've had to actually refrained from hitting someone, it would be in this moment. Your head immediately turns to Bradley's mother, and you both her and her son the meanest look you can muster.

She fidgets awkwardly in her seat, clearing her throat, but you don't let up on your glare. "Bradley, is that true?" Ms. Thompson asks.

Bradley doesn't answer right away, and his mother chuckles a little as she nudges her son. "Come on, Bradley, tell her the truth."

He drops his head before he nods. "Yeah." Taj's grip on you tightens, and if you weren't holding him and if Bradley wasn't in the room right now, you would beat this woman until she's unrecognizable. You know a lot of the moms talk shit, especially the ones that think they're better than everyone. But the fact that they're doing this in front of their kids is what really pisses you off.

The principal releases another sigh, this one laden with disappointment. "Bradley, you know that isn't tolerated. And that was a very inappropriate thing to say to someone." He doesn't look up. "I want you to apologize to Taj."

"He should apologize--"

"I think you've said enough, Mrs. Hall. We all know where your son got that from." That shuts her up immediately, the woman balking slightly. "Bradley?" she prompts.

"I-I'm sorry, Taj. I shouldn't have said that."

"You do realize there will be consequences for this, right, Bradley?" He's silent as he nods again. You kiss the top of Taj's forehead, your mind still racing with anger, and Ms. Thompson dismisses Bradley and his mother. She gives you an ugly look that you return as she walks out, practically pulling her son out of the room.

"I am so sorry," she apologizes, and you shake your head as you stand with Taj in your arms since he won't let you go.

"It wasn't your fault." It's all you can say, but you don't even know what else to say; you just want to get Taj home. "But he probably is gonna have to stay home, right?"

"I wasn't going to say that," she denies as she shakes her head. "I think suspending both of the boys will do more harm than good in this situation," she adds. "But if he doesn't come to school tomorrow, I won't blame him."

You nod, giving her a small smile. "Thank you. You have a good rest of your day." She gives you a slightly sad smile as she looks over Taj before you walk out of the room. He's silent as you walk to the car, but you know he's crying again.

You buckle him up in the car, and he rubs at his face. You get some tissues, handing it to him so he can blow his nose, and there's steam practically coming out of your ears when you hear a familiar voice. "I'll be right back, okay?" you tell Taj softly, rubbing over his head before you kiss him on the forehead.

You close the door, turning around in time to see Mrs. Hall walking towards you. You move quickly, stopping her in her tracks. "You're a fucking bitch. If Taj nor Bradley was in that fucking room, I'd make you kiss your own ass." You get into her face, pointing a finger at her. "You have some fucking audacity to talk about Taj, and honestly you deserve to get hit in your fucking mouth.

"You are not better than any of the other parents here, and the fact that you think you can talk about a child like that is absolutely disgusting. And the fact that your son is around when you talk like is even more pathetic," you continue, and you're reveling in the fact that she has nothing to say.

You take a step every time she backs up. "I don't blame your son too much because he was just repeating what he was hearing, but you are two seconds away from getting beat until you are unrecognizable. And yeah that is a threat, bitch."

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" You turn around when you feel someone touch your arms, looking over your shoulder to see Aomine behind you. You barely pay attention to him, focusing back on the woman in front of you.

"You think you have it all when your husband's fucking cheating on you with your fucking nanny," you throw out, which is a low blow, but hey she needed to hear it. And apparently she had no clue because her face pales. It pays off to listen to gossip. "Funny how you say I'm only here because Taj's parents don't want him, but yours is about to be the reason why Bradley's parents aren't together anymore."

"Excuse me? You said what?" Aomine speaks up. You brush Aomine off of you, getting in her face one last time.

"So, evaluate yourself before you talk about people. Because if you ever say shit about my son again, I'll make you regret it for the rest of you life."

You quickly turn on your heel, walking back to your car, and your hands are shaking from how mad you are. Aomine carefully grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. "Hey, hey. What was that all about?"

You take a couple of deep breaths, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down because you definitely can't drive with all this adrenaline running through you. "Why are you here?"

"The school called me, but I didn't hear my phone. I got here as soon as I could," he explains. "Did she really say that about Taj?"

"Her son did, but he definitely heard it from her. He said that you'd rather play basketball than be his dad," you scoff. "Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, and Aomine feels disgust with himself build up inside of his chest. He's been feeling his a lot lately, but it's is own fault. It builds up so fast that it makes it hard for him to swallow.

"I gotta get Taj home, okay? He's had a rough day." You break him out of his thoughts, and he lets you go without much of a fight. When you walk around the car to the driver's side, Taj doesn't even look at him, and Aomine can see himself in the reflection of the window, and it causes him to stand in the parking lot after you leave at a loss.

He stands there, not keeping track of time, beating himself up. Since you've come along and therapy, he's had plenty of reality checks, but this one hits him harder than most. He can deal with people talking about him, but there's no way he can tolerate people talking about his son. He doesn't even know how Taj is going to recover from this; there's only so much he can take.

Aomine doesn't even know how he managed to make it home; he doesn't remember driving. It's like he's on autopilot as he gets out his car and unlocks the front door before walking in the house. It's empty when he closes the door behind him, and he figures the both of you are in Taj's room. He doesn't even know if he wants to go in there. Taj probably doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

You walk into the living room about twenty minutes later, and the tension in the air is tight as neither of you says anything. "He's sleeping right now, but I'm gonna stay with him for a while. I don't wanna leave him alone right now."

Aomine nods, but he doesn't look at you. He's sitting on the couch, staring at the black screen of the TV. "I'm gonna get Taj a therapist," he speaks, and his words hang in the air. "I just--he's had so much happen to him, I--"

Aomine exhales sharply as he shakes his head, at a loss for words. "He's just a kid, and I don't want him to turn out some kinda way because I'm a shitty father."

"That's probably a good idea," you answer. You run your hand over your head before you shake it. You turn to go back to Taj's room, but Aomine's words stop you.

"You called Taj your son earlier." You freeze, and Aomine doesn't look away from the TV, but he's smiling a bit.

"It was just a heat of the moment thing--"

"But he's your son more than he his mine at this point," he interjects. "You've probably done more with him and been in his life more than I have, and you haven't even been here a year." He huffs, the smile on his face borderline self-deprecating. "I should've signed those papers the moment I got him," he whispers. "I should've known I was never gonna change."

You don't say anything in response even though you can hear him loud and clear. "And I don't think I've seen you get that pissed since you broke up with me," he chuckles.

You move to stand in front of him with a heavy sigh, but he doesn't move. You lean forward, taking his chin in your hand and lifting his head up. "That's it?" you ask, your voice low.

Aomine frowns a bit. "You went through all of this just to give up?" you question. "You let me walk out the door years ago, and now you're gonna give up on Taj?"

Aomine slumps a little despite already being pretty relaxed. "God, Aomine what happened to you? Since when do you give up this easily?" you ask. "You weren't getting playing time at first in high school, but you continued to practice. You chased me for months until I finally agree on a date with you." His facial expression doesn't change. "What happened?"

"I lost the best thing to happen to me. And even though she showed up in my life again, I still managed to fuck it up." You'd have to be the dumbest person alive to not know he's talking to you. "I keep hurting the people I love." Your breath catches a bit in your chest as your eyes dart between his.

"You love me?" you breathe.

"I never stopped."

You don't know what to say in response, but you don't hesitate before you make your next move.

You rest both of your hands on the back of the couch next to his head, and you just look at him, your breathing the only thing you can hear. He keeps his eyes on yours, and before you can convince yourself to back out, you gently let your lips touch his. You can tell it takes him by surprise at first because he doesn't react immediately, but it doesn't take long for his brain to finally catch up.

He lifts his hands to rest on your face, and it feels like you're in high school all over again. You knew there was a part of you that missed this, but your body is practically singing at that fact that you're kissing him. When your legs start feeling weak, you pull away, scared that you'll get pulled in too deep when neither of you need that right now. Your breathing's picked up, and you can't bring yourself to look at him, so you softly put your forehead on his, putting your hands on his neck.

You slowly open your eyes, nervous to meet his, and you see that he's already looking at you. He rubs his thumbs over your cheek before lifts his head up to kiss you again. You easily fall into him again, and gently pulls you until you're sitting on his lap.

One of his hands rest on your neck while the other holds your waist, and he knew that he missed what it felt like to kiss you, but this is so differently good in so many ways. Your arms wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into him.

It's harder for you to pull away this time, but you manage even though you'd rather do anything but. Your heart feels like it's going to be out of your chest as you both breathe heavily, and your hands are shaking when you rest your hands on his face again.

"Well, you did fuck it up," you whisper with a laugh, and your body tingles when he rubs his thumbs over your skin. "But you got another chance, and you won't fuck that up, right?" He copies your smile as he nods softly. "I can find the papers if you really want me to," you continue, and you can barely feel him tense for a split second. "But I know you want to be better for Taj, but, fuck, you have to put in some effort, Aomine," you press. "You can't keep giving up when some shit happens. You have to believe in yourself a little more."

He stays silent, but you don't really expect him to respond to you. It takes a lot of effort, but you finally pull away from him, getting off of him. "I'll let you sleep on it," you finish before you walk out of the living room. Once you're out of his sight, you quickly put your back against the wall, sinking down a bit as you sigh heavily.

"y/n?" You jump when you hear Taj's voice, gasping softly as your hand comes to your chest. He walks over to you, and you immediately move down to his level, and he goes limp against you in your arms.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask and all he gives you is a shrug. "You hungry or anything?" He nods, and even though you've told him multiple times that you don't think you'll be able to pick him up for much longer, you do it anyway. You rub over his back as you walk back into the kitchen, and you didn't see if Aomine was still sitting on the couch, but you try not to hyperfocus on it.

"Anything you want?" you ask, your hand on the handle of the fridge.

"I want the pizza from that place you took me to," he answers quietly.

"Okay, bud. I'll go out and get some, okay?" You try to put him back down, but he doesn't budge.

"Let me go with you." Fuck, your heart shatters the more you hear him speak. He's crushed.

"I'll go," you hear Aomine say softly, and Taj turns his head to the side so he can look at Aomine. Daiki can't even begin to think what's going on in his son's head right now; what ugly thoughts have made their way inside. "What do you usually get?"

"Just cheese." Aomine nods, but he doesn't move just yet. Taj is still looking at him, and Aomine takes a couple of cautious steps forward. He sighs heavily, and you fight back tears as you notice that Aomine's doing the same, blinking rapidly as he throws his head back for a second.

"Taj, I am so sorry," he whispers. "I will always want to be your dad every single day for the rest of our lives. I do not love basketball more than I love you, okay?" Taj gives him a small nod. "What Bradley said to you is nowhere near the truth, alright?" Aomine pauses, wanting to say more, but he can't get the words out like he wants to. Taj wiggles in your grip, and you let him down.

Aomine squats down, and he freezes when Taj hugs him, like he almost can't believe it. He huffs in disbelief as he hugs him back, trying his hardest not to squeeze him like he might disappear right from his arms. "I love you, Taj. I promise I'll be better for you." He sniffs, a couple of tears leaving his eyes as he feels Taj head move with a nod against his shoulder.

"Can we still get pizza?" Taj asks after Aomine has been hugging him for a while. You and Aomine both laugh as he pulls away, and he wipes his face as he stands.

"Yeah, of course we can." You decide that it might be better just to have it delivered, so you gently usher them into the living room while you order the food.

When you're done, you walk back in to see the TV on and both of them sitting on the couch, a cushion in between the two of them. Taj scoots over, which is your sign to sit on the free cushion. He immediately moves into your space, which you don't mind, and you try not to focus on how close you're sitting to Aomine.

You honestly don't know why you kissed Aomine. You try to find the reason, but your mind just goes blank every time you try and find one. For a split second, you blame Aomine; you got too close to him, and he just kept drawing you in. He's always been so good at that, but you know that kissing him wasn't entirely his fault.

What happens now though? You feel like you skipped a bunch of steps, and now you're in no man's land. You don't know how to go further with someone that you already have history with. You don't know if your doubts are coming from that fact or the fact that Aomine's hurt you in the past. You try your best not to let your hurt emotions get the best of your thoughts, but it's still something you've thought about since you said you'd give Aomine another chance.

A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts, and you all eat the pizza while you watch one of Taj's favorite movies. Aomine doesn't really make any move to touch you, and you don't know if you like that or not. He must be able to read you because even after you're done eating, he stays friendly with you.

You have Taj get in the shower while you and Aomine clean up the plates, putting the leftover pizza in the fridge. The silence is back to being awkward again as you wash the dishes, and you look at Aomine when you hear him sigh heavily.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What makes you say that?"

Aomine dries his hands off before he turns to you. "You just seem kinda tense since we kissed, and I just want to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn't. I mean, I kissed you first, so..." You trail off, looking off somewhere else. "I guess it just got me thinking."

"About what?" You look at him, not really knowing what to say. "I know that you're still hurt from back then, and if you don't wanna go any further than this, then I complete understand."

"That's not--" You cut yourself off, biting your lip. Aomine steps closer to you, and you don't shy away from him, looking up at him as you wait for him to say something.

"You can think about it for as long as you need." He kisses you softly on the cheek before leaving you in the kitchen, going up the stairs to Taj's room, you assume, and you lean against the counter before you let your head fall into your hands.

"Okay, what was so important that I needed to come to your apartment?" you friend asks as soon as you open the door. You don't say anything as you let her in, closing the door before you sit down on the couch. "Did something happen?" She sits down next to you, resting her hand on your back.

"I'm gonna tell you a lot of things, and I just want you to hold all of your thoughts until the end. Okay?" She nods, and you sigh heavily, running your hand over your head.

You tell her everything that's happened in the last couple of months, and she listens intently, not saying anything saved for her reactions to certain things. You tell her about your conflicting thoughts about how you feel about Aomine and your relationship, and she rubs over your back when you feel your emotions starting to hit a high. You compose yourself before falling into her, and she hugs you, resting her cheek on your head.

"Well, that's a development if I've ever heard one," is the first thing she says, sighing a little. "Obviously, the biggest question is what's stopping you."

"I don't know," you whisper.

"You still have feelings for him, right?" She continues when she feels you nod. "And why don't you want to pursue them?"

"I mean, aren't these just my feelings from high school or something? Do I still like him or do I miss the high school version of him?"

"I think you're letting your hurt dictate your thoughts, and that's only doing more harm than good for you right now." She rubs over your arm. "He was your first love, girl. You're never going to forget that. To me, it sounds like Aomine hasn't really changed, which is why you're feelings for him are still there even after all of this time. You don't miss the high school version of him because he's the same guy. The same guy you fell for back then."

You stay quiet as you listen to her, sniffling softly. "I think you're scared of the future, which is completely normal, but it's not okay for your fear of the future to stop you from being happy in the present. It sounds like he really means it this time when he says he won't repeat history, but you're still thinking about that history now."

"What am I supposed to do?" you mumble.

"Stop letting past you tell you what to do. I think deep down you want to believe and trust Aomine, but you are the one stopping yourself from believing that. I don't think you kissed him just for the hell of it either," she laughs softly. "Everything you're feeling is valid, but you have to be the one to decide which ones you're going to put on the back burner."

You chew on your lip softly as you think about her words. "Could you imagine a future where you're not with Aomine?" she asks, and you're quick to shake your head. "Well, how fast you answered should give you the first sign. You always told me that your previous relationships always felt like they had something missing. Do you think you'd be able to find one where that isn't the case?"

"I don't know," you answer quietly.

"I think you just need to let go of your anxieties, which I know is easier said than done, but taking that leap of faith might be the key to being the happiest in your life."

You don't say anything, sitting there quietly as you take in her words. You sit up after a while, turning to give her a hug. "Thank you," you whisper.

"I'm here any time you need me, okay?" You nod, knowing that you've never doubted her on that for a second.

Aomine had a string of away games, so you're currently in the guest room, doing some work since Taj is asleep. Aomine said that he would coming back tonight pretty late, but you don't mind waiting up late for him to come back. But it's mostly because you haven't been able to talk to Aomine after you kissed him since he had to leave, and you can't help but wonder if you'll have that conversation when he gets back.

You're laying on the bed on your stomach, shutting the tabs of your work since you decide that you've done enough for today when you hear a soft knock on your door. "Hey," Aomine says softly when you turn around, standing in the doorway. "Taj asleep?"

You nod, closing your laptop before you sit up, sitting on your butt. "I wasn't feeling really tired, so I just decided to do some work until you got back."

He nods, looking at the floor for a bit. "Did you wanna talk?" he asks softly.

"Well, you seem really tired, so it can wait," you answer with a soft wave of your hand.

"Nah, I'm never tired for you." You smile softly as he walks into the room, and you make room for him to sit down on the bed. He patiently waits for you to begin, and you honestly don't even know where to start.

"I wanna start off with saying that I'm sorry for giving you mixed signals earlier. I realized that I hadn't really sorted out my feelings before all of that, and it wasn't fair to lead you on like that," you say, crossing your legs as you look down at your hands. "I was letting a lot of things affect my feelings, but I'm slowly letting only a couple of things dictate how I feel." He looks at you, hanging onto every word even though you can barely hold the eye contact.

"For one, I was letting the hurt I felt back then when I found out you were seeing someone after we broke up decide how I should continue my relationship with you. Even after I found out that wasn't your intention."

"Regardless if it wasn't my intention or not, it still hurt you, and I'm really sorry for that. And I don't blame you for letting that sway your decisions."

"But I shouldn't have. Things obviously aren't the same anymore, and letting those feelings control me allowed me to ignore my trust in you. And I...I do trust you, Aomine," you admit, looking up at him to see that he's smiling. "And I want to see where this goes. I don't think my feelings for you ever went away, and for the past couple of weeks, I've just been trying to ignore that." You huff softly. "It's kinda hard for me to ignore my heart, though."

"Yeah, it is," he agrees with a chuckle of his own. "But, I'm glad to hear that. And we can go as slow as you want. I don't mind."

You stick your hand out slowly, and he easily follows you, taking your hand in his. "Thank you, Aomine." He shifts himself on the bed, turning to fold on leg on the bed as he pulls you towards him. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you for giving me another chance. And trusting me," he whispers. You pull away when he does, but you keep your face close to his. His eyes drift to your lips for a second before he meets your eyes again. "Can I kiss you again? Is that too fast?" he murmurs, and you shake your head, moving first.

You inhale deeply when your lips meet his, this time fully indulging in the way his lips feel against yours, how he feels against you. His tongue hesitantly runs over your lip, and you easily let him in, sighing as you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He starts to fall back, letting his back softly hit the bed, and you're quick to straddle him without breaking the kiss. It feels so much better to kiss him without all of these doubts in your head, and the only thing you can feel is how much your feelings for him are true.

He kisses you chastely a couple of times before he pulls away, moving his hands to cup your face. "I missed doing that so much," he whispers, and you can't help but smile.

"Me too." You kiss him again, but the floor suddenly creaking near the door has you both moving away from each other.

"Dad?" Taj slowly walks in, rubbing his eyes as you both quickly sit up. "When'd you get back?" he asks quietly, walking up to him, and Aomine picks him up, setting him in his lap. Taj immediately lays against him.

"About thirty minutes ago," he answers.

"I was trying to wait for you," he mumbles. "But I fell asleep."

"I can see that," he muses before he stands, and Taj moves his legs around his waist, his arms wrapping around his neck as he lays his head on his shoulder. "Let's get you back into bed, yeah?"

"I wanted to tell you what I did at school this week," Taj responds as Aomine starts to walk out of the room.

"Tell me all about it," he says, and he gives you one last smile before he disappears down the hallway.

You bite your lip as your smile widens, softly touching your lips, still feeling Aomine's on yours.

The development of your relationship with Aomine feels different than it did when you first met him in high school. You feel like that's obviously expected, but you do find some similarities, but it's mostly with how you're feeling. You're starting to feel that giddiness that you felt when you first starting dating him, and you wonder if that's what was missing for you in your other relationships. Of course, you had feelings for them, but none never seemed to make you feel the way that Aomine does.

You haven't had a real date yet since Aomine's schedules so hectic right now, and since you're starting training for the upcoming tournament season. Along with taking care of Taj, you haven't had time just to yourselves. That doesn't stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets or sneaking in kisses whenever the two of you are alone which is either late in the night or early in the morning right before you take Taj to school.

You both have gotten significantly closer to each other, almost always being in each other's space when you can. You start to wonder when you should tell Taj about it, not really sure how he'll take it. But the playoffs are coming up, and that means you'll be taking another trip with Aomine and Taj right before your tournaments start, so you both figure it would be better to tell him sooner rather than later.

You're tucking Taj into bed when Aomine walks into the room, coming in to say goodnight. Aomine sits on the bed, listening to Taj tell him about his day at school as he starts to wind down. When Taj finally starts to talk a little less, Aomine sighs softly, shifting himself a little more towards Taj. "Hey, we gotta tell you something," he begins, looking at you, and you give him a reassuring nod before he turns to back to his son.

"Are you guys dating?" he asks suddenly, and both you freeze for a second as your eyes widen.

"How'd you--What makes you say that?" Aomine stutters.

Taj shrugs. "I dunno. Dad's been smiling a lot more, and you hug Dad before you leave once he gets home." You and Aomine are practically speechless, that being the last thing you thought he would say.

"Well, how do you feel about that?" Aomine questions softly.

"Does this mean that y/n will be with us forever?" You both laugh as Aomine looks at you, grabbing your hand.

"That's the plan," Aomine answers honestly.

"I'm happy then," Taj smiles as his eyes start to fall closed. You both softly tell him goodnight, and he mumbles it back before you both quietly make your leave.

The playoffs sneak up on you and Aomine, time flying by so fast during this time, and this time you take the trip by plane. The hotel situation is the same of course, Taj wanting to have his own bed, running into the room once the door is open to claim which bed he wants. But this time, Aomine isn't stressing about sharing a bed with you.

He actually has to be with the team most of the day even when they're not playing which he doesn't really care for, so he savors the time that he can have with you and Taj as much as he can. The first couple of days are mostly just practice, so you and Taj busy yourself with sightseeing and passing time by playing games in the hotel. By the time Aomine comes back from practice, he's usually pretty beat.

You've already gotten food for him that he tiredly eats, listening to Taj as he tells him about the day that you had before he slides into bed. You get you and Taj ready for bed, tucking him before you turn the light off. It looked like Aomine was already asleep when you turned the light off, and you make sure his alarms are set, setting your own just in case, and you get into bed yourself.

You're getting comfortable when you feel Aomine's arm wrap around your waist, and you jump with a silent scream, thinking Aomine was asleep. "Oh, my God, you scared me," you breathe, and he hums softly as he pulls you into him.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Goodnight, Aomine," you whisper, lacing your hand with his that's near your stomach.

"Night, baby," he says into your bonnet.

Aomine's team is playing better than a lot of people expected, and you and Taj have been to every game, supporting him every second of them. Some of the games are a little too close for comfort, but his team comes out on top despite the mini heart attack they give you when they let the other team go on a scoring run. And after every win, Aomine makes sure to come over to you guys, but you always fight him, not wanting to hug him while he's sweaty. But he always manages to get you anyway, laughing at your scolding.

He kisses you softly after giving Taj a kiss on the forehead before he has to leave to either get interviewed or to go to the locker room. Taj falls asleep in your arms while you wait for him, and he stays asleep until you all get back to the hotel. He's awake enough to eat and shower, but the moment you put him in bed, it's only minutes before he's asleep.

You usher Aomine into the shower as you clean everything up, wanting him to get into bed as soon as possible for his final game tomorrow. You're surprised to see that he's still awake when you walk out of the bathroom, and you turn the light off, as you crowd into his space when you get into bed. "You're supposed to be sleep," you scold softly, resting your cheek on your hand as you lay next to him.

"I was waiting for you," he whispers, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he continues to look at you.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," you tell him, but he doesn't respond, running his finger over your face before he grabs your hand.

"Thank you," he suddenly says.

"For what?" you ask with a soft frown.

"For walking back into my life," he answers. "I don't think I would've made it this far with this, with Taj if it wasn't for you." You tilt your head as you smile at him. "You really helped me see things that I wasn't seeing before, and I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you."

"Well, you did the same thing for me. I wouldn't have won that last tournament if it wasn't for you," you admit. He leans forward and you meet him halfway to kiss him softly.

"I love you," he whispers when he pulls away.

"I love you, too, Aomine." He smiles widely as his eyes finally close.

"Of course, you do," he muses, and you roll your eyes as you finally lay down.

"Go to sleep!" you declare quietly, and he pulls you into him, kissing you one more time before he finally falls asleep.

Aomine almost can't believe it when the final buzzer fills his ears as signals the end of the game. He honestly wasn't sure how the game was going to go, but seeing that his team is on top once it's over, it takes it a while for it to finally hit him. He immediately walks over to you and Taj, the latter who's already running over to him. He quickly picks him up, hugging him tightly.

You walk up shortly after, and you look so happy for him that he can't even begin to describe how much love he feels for you as he leans down to kiss you happily, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Congratulations, Daiki," you tell him, and he doesn't think he's ever smiled so wide in his life.

If you told him we would be here years ago, he wouldn't have believed you. Even in this moment, he's still waiting for his alarm to wake him up because it feels like he's dreaming. All of his teammates pass by to give him high fives and congratulate him as well. When the interviewer comes up to ask him some questions, he doesn't let either of you go. He kisses you on camera, but neither of you cares about what people might say. You figured it was already out of the bag, and it just confirms what everyone was thinking.

The team decides to go out to celebrate, and Aomine nearly declines until you urge him to go. You'll be there for a couple of more days anyway, so you can use all of that time to spend with each other. Aomine stays for as long as he can, doing the press conference and celebrating with the team before he makes his way back to the hotel.

Taj is greeting him as soon as he walks through the door, and he hugs him again, the events of tonight finally hitting him. He gets in the shower so he can finally feel clean, and there's no way he feels like he can go to sleep after what just happened. When he gets out of the shower, Taj sits with him on the bed, retelling him everything that happened.

He happily listens as he lays on your lap, smiling as he watches him move excitedly as he talks about everything. Taj actually stays up pretty late, too excited to sleep, and he eventually lays down next to Aomine, continuing to tell him how awesome he was, but once he lays down, he starts to calm down. You already know the signs of when he's about to fall asleep, so you get him into the shower, and when you're putting him into bed, he's claiming he's not tired.

You and Aomine laugh softly, but within minutes he finally falls asleep, and Aomine runs his hand over his head softly. You yawn softly, already showering for the night, before you get into bed. Aomine gets into the bed after turning the light off, and he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

"You might have to pinch me," he whispers, and you snort as you lift your head.

"And why would I need to do that?"

"Cause none of this feels real," he admits. "I used to have these dreams after that tournament you won where we were married," he tells you softly. "And I just remember being ridiculously happy, but then I would wake up, and I would get unbelievably upset that that's all it was. A dream." He can't see your face very well since it's so dark, a little bit of light peeking out from behind the curtain from the window and the alarm clock. "I'm just really happy right now, and I'm afraid that I'll wake up soon."

You hum as you listen to him, and he feels your hand drift over his chest before you rub over his arm with your thumb. He's waiting for you to stay something, but he jumps out of his skin as he hisses when he feels your nails pinch his skin. "Ow," he winces as you laugh quietly.

You move your face closer to his, kissing him softly. "You're not dreaming, Daiki. And I can pinch you as many times as you need me to."

He smiles, kissing you again. "I don't think I'll ask you to do that again. That fucking hurt." You chuckle, rubbing over where you pinched him, laying your head on his chest. He rubs over your back, and you both lay there quietly. He hears you softly snoring after a while, and he stares at the ceiling as he finally lets sleep pull him away.

"You know, I can watch Taj for the weekend if you need me to," your friend tells you suddenly.

You're sitting on the bench at the park watching the kids play, and when you first got here, you immediately thought about how you ran into Aomine here two years ago. You can't believe that much time has flown by already.

"And why are you telling me that?" you ask her playfully, and she tilts her head to the side, giving you a look.

"Have you guys even had a day alone since you started dating again?" Your silence is enough of an answer for her, but she does have a point. Once Aomine's season ended, yours seemed to be in full swing right after. Luckily, you and your partner decided to take a break this month, so you've enjoyed having all of your weekends free this month without having to travel anywhere.

"You've come through for me, so it's only right for me to return the favor." You laugh, looking at the kids again.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she says warmly. "Just remember to use protection."

"Alright," you chide with no heat behind it as you roll your eyes, shoving her lightly.

You told Aomine about your friend taking Taj for the weekend, and at first you don't think he gets it until your friend finally comes on Friday to pick him up. You tell Taj to have fun before he runs out of the house, and your friend gives you a look that you roll your eyes at before she closes the door.

"I didn't even plan anything," Aomine sighs, finally realizing that you both have the house to yourselves, and you laugh as you move to stand in front of him, grabbing his hands.

"That's okay. I don't really feel like going out anyway," you say. It seems like after Aomine's win, you've been noticed even more when you're out in public. It also doesn't help that every tournament you play in is televised, and people are always saying something related to you and Aomine whenever you pass by them. You'd rather stay inside then deal with that; you can just be with Aomine without having to have any other attention on you.

You both sit on the couch for a while, and Aomine suddenly leaves saying that he has to go to the bathroom. You pause the show you were watching, scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to come back. You've lost track of how many videos you watched, laughing at one more before you realize that Aomine hasn't been back in a while.

It dawns on you that you heard him go upstairs when he left, and you swipe out of the app before you stand up, going to look for him. You walk up the stairs, going to his room first, and you see that it's empty. You check in the bathroom to see that it's dark, and you frown as you get ready to walk out until you hear something.

You turn around, seeing that the door to the small balcony is open. You walk over to it intending to close it, but when you push the curtain to the side, you stop as you see Aomine standing outside. You push the door open as you look at the blanket he's put down, seeing that there are candles lit. "You said you didn't plan anything," you gasp softly as you slide the door closed.

"This was kinda last minute," he admits. "I'm sorry it's not much."

You shake your head, hugging him before you lift your head to kiss him. "I love it."

Aomine takes one of the pillows, putting it against the railing before he lays against it, and he pulls you towards him so you can lay between his legs. You rest your body against him as he wraps his arms around you, and you both look at the sky, being able to see the stars since the sun's down.

"You were gone for so long," you laugh, and he copies it, sighing after.

"I couldn't find the lighter." You laugh again, placing your hand on his arm. You sit in silence again, and you look up at Aomine when he starts speaking.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he whispers, looking down at you. "I honestly thought you wouldn't, and I'm grateful that you did. I love you so much." He moves his head down so he can kiss you, and you easily meet him halfway, and he softly puts his hand on your face.

"I love you, too, Daiki. Thank you for not fucking it up this time," you smile softly, and he smiles widely.

"I won't ever hurt you again. I swear," he declares, and you know that he means it. You kiss him again, titling your head for a better angle, and he kisses you deeply. You sigh softly before you break the kiss, moving so that you can straddle his lap, and his fingers softly dig into your waist.

You moan softly when he gently slides his tongue in your mouth, and you gasp into the kiss when he suddenly gets up with you in his arms. He holds you with one arm as he opens and closes the door while he keeps kissing you. He slowly walks over the bed, taking his time, focusing on kissing you. He stops at the front of the bed as his hands rub over your ass.

"Are we really doing this?" he whispers in between kisses, and you pull away briefly to look at him, both of you breathing heavily as he sets you down.

"I want to if you want to," you answer, and he nods quickly, tugging on your shirt.

"I want to. Really bad," he mumbles you both start to strip. You barely have time to let your bra drop to the floor before he picks you up again, his hands groping your body as he lays down on the bed.

His hands softly grab you everywhere as he kisses you, and he moans loudly when you grind against him, his hands digging into your ass as he gets harder.

His hands run back up your body, and you softly grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his as you continue to roll your hips. That in combination with your tits rubbing against him nearly sends him over, his hips bucking up into signaling of what's coming quickly, and he quickly rolls you both over, his hips hovering over and away from you.

He catches his breath as he focuses on you again, kissing down your neck until he gets to your chest. He kisses over your tits before keeping his attention on one, licking over your nipple before sucking on it gently.

You moan softly, your hand sliding into his hair as he kisses a path to the other one, his fingers replacing his mouth as he focuses on the other one. His other hand slides up your leg before it finds its destination at your core, and he groans quietly when he feels how wet you are.

He's off your chest a second later to look at you, and he feels himself throb at the strands of slick that are connecting his fingers to you. "God, you're so perfect," he whispers as he sits up. He grabs one of your legs, holding it as he moves it out of the way so he can get closer to you.

He rubs at your clit, and he can only watch you, silent as he plays you more. He slowly slides his fingers in, and he grits his teeth as he feels you clench around him, willing himself not to cum the moment he does.

He curls his fingers, looking for that spot, seeing your body jump when he finds it, and you mewl softly, meeting his eyes. He can only hold the eye contact for so long before it gets too much for him, so he quickly puts his lower half on the bed before he puts his mouth on you.

He echoes your moan as your taste floods his taste buds, and he circles his tongue at your clit as he speeds his fingers up. "F-Fuck," you breathe, your toes curling as that knot builds, and you moan his name, pushing yourself closer to his mouth.

Your legs start to squeeze his head, and he places his hand on the outside of your thighs, feeling like he could stay here for the rest of his life. "W-Wait, 'Mine, hold on," you manage, pulling on his hair lightly.

He pulls away, his mouth open as he pants with your slick covering his face. You try to reach for his wrist since he doesn't stop moving his fingers, and he smirks as he watched you struggle to grab it. "Wanna cum with you inside me."

His dick throbs again at your words, and he doesn't think he's been this hard in his life. He feels like he's under your spell as he slides his fingers out of you, licking them clean before he moves up to kiss you again.

"How do you want me?" you ask softly, and he slowly blinks at you.

"I-I don't know," he mumbles, and he's pretty sure he has no blood running to his brain.

"You don't know?" you tease before you start to roll over, gently pushing Aomine until he's on his back, and he watches you with love in his eyes as you straddle him. "Haven't you done this before?" you jab, and his hands dig into your hips when you sit on him.

"Barely," he blurts, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" you question, softly running your hands up his sides, and he shivers at the motion.

"Besides one other person, you're the only one I've been with," he admits quietly.

"Seriously?" So, he was being serious when he said that he hadn't been with anyone in years.

He nods as you lift yourself up, grabbing him in your hand softly as you line yourself up. "Cause there's no one else like you," he declares as you sink down, and your mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His fingers are digging so hard into your hips that you're sure it'll leave marks, but you can't even focus on that.

You roll your hips, and it feels like his nerves are being stimulated by a thousands, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up on him. "F-Fuck, 'm not gonna last long," he rushes out, making no move to stop you, but he can't bring himself to move either.

"What happened to that basketball stamina?" you tease, planting your hands on his chest as you increase the speed on your hips, and he moans loudly as he throws his head back against the pillows.

"T-This i-is different," he whines, and you smile down at him, gasping when his tip rubs against your g-spot.

"God, you feel so good, Daiki," you moan, letting your head fall back on your shoulders, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, it's too much for him.

His breath catches in his throat as he pulls you off of him, and he pumps himself as he cums, his dick twitching with every new spurt of his cum. He breathes heavily as he finally relaxes, swearing loudly.

"You really didn't last long," you say lightly, borderline is disbelief, but he's still hard. He sits up quickly, pushing you down and rolling you over.

"Can you blame me?" he starts, guiding you onto your knees. He rubs over your ass before spreading you open, his mouth watering at the sight of your stretched hole dripping. He wants to make you eat your words, and he fully plans on delivering.

He smirks when he runs his tip over your hole which makes you jump. He pushes on your back softly, forcing it into an arch as he starts to slide in. You seem so much tighter in this position, and his breath catches in his chest again as he feels you pulse around him.

"I'm finally having sex with the most beautiful woman on Earth," he continues as he bottoms out. He curls himself over your back, lacing his hands with yours as he lets his mouth hover over your ear. "The woman I've been in love with since I was seventeen."

He pulls out, barely giving you time to get used to the empty feeling before he's slamming back in. The movement forces a moan out of you, and once he starts, he doesn't stop. Your eyes roll when he continues to hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let your head fall down on the bed as every nerve in your body feels like it's in overdrive.

"I love you so much, baby," he moans, already feeling like he's going to cum again, but he knows that he'll make you cum before that happens, his ego still a little bruised from earlier.

He lets go of one of your hands to rub at your clit, you moan his name when you feel yourself getting closer. He swears into your neck when he feels you clench around him, doing everything he can to not cum and keep his hips moving.

"Oh, Daiki, Daiki," you whine, screwing your eyes shut as your toes curl. He grunts when he thrusts into you harder than before at the sound of his name coming from you, and luckily for him, that's what sends you over.

He bites down on your shoulder as he feels you cum around him, nearly dizzy as he tries to hold out, fucking you through the high until he can't take it anymore. He quickly pulls out milliseconds before he cums, and he paints your ass and your back, his head falling back on his shoulders as he pumps himself until the oversensitivity makes his head spin.

He collapses on the bed next to you, pulling you to him so that he can kiss you lazily. He can already feel himself starting to fall asleep, and he hums in content as he pulls away, wrapping his arms around you.

His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and he's confident he can hear it over his heavy breathing. "I love you," he slurs, moving you so that you're on top of him, and he rubs over your ass as his eyes slip closed.

"I love you, too, Daiki," you echo, and he gives you a sleepy smile. "But I feel gross," you laugh.

"In a minute," he mumbles, but he doesn't stay awake for much longer.

But luckily for him, when he wakes up later, you're still here, confirming that he's not dreaming.

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How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Ten-Unexpected Opportunity Part Three

(Y/N)’s POV:

It flippen hurt all over my body, but the pain was worth it. I meant what I said when I said I was willing to break my own bones to get what I want. At the end of the day the only thing that mattered was the plan. I couldn’t see glitch since I was busy pretending to be passed out but I used my thoughts to communicate. “What did they discuss when they left?”

“Exactly what you predicted. Although there is a new development that goes awry from your plans. Your other brothers are on their way.” Glitch explained to me.

“What?! There not supposed to know yet! The plan was to hide my injuries even further to increase the sucker punch of guilt they’d feel later!” I freaked out to Glitch mentally.

“I know. Will you move up the timeline?”

“Yes. I don’t have any other choice. It’ll take some adjustment and I’ll have to lie here pretending for a while then that I’m passed out. Bummer.” I sighed mentally preparing myself for a long haul. This was gonna suck. I can’t stand staying still.

It was not even ten minutes later when the door banged open and in came a flood of worried brothers. As I thought, they weren’t cruel, just traumatized by the loss of their other sister.

“Yo nurse! Explain this! Why is she just lying there looking half dead!” Mammons frantically whispered as loudly as he could without waking me from my supposed pass out. Truly a tusndere until the person he cared about is hurt.

“Please be quite while the patient rests. She is not well enough now to receive visitors. You may direct your questions to your Brother Lord Lucifer whom has been updated on the situation.” The nurse was about to usher them out when an idea struck me. Maybe I could shorten this pretend period.

I whimpered quietly, twitching in pain. I made sure to still seem passed out as one small little tear escaped my eyes. I couldn’t tell who did it but I felt a gentle almost scared hand brush against my cheek before holding my hand tightly.

It wasn’t till he spoke that I realized who it was given my eyes had to remain closed. “It’s okay (Y/N)…. Your big brothers are here now. We haven’t been the best but we’re ready to make that up to you. If anyone touches you again I’ll choke them to death.” What is it with Belphegor and murder via choking?

I made myself whimper in pain again despite it making me feel pathetic. I heard footstep approaching me before a nurse yelped. “Please unhand me. I need to give the patient something for pain that will make her rest easier as she recovers.”

“Next time ask before approaching our sister so carelessly.” Could Beelzebub really sound so… stern and cold? He wasn’t like that in the game. This made me feel a little uneasy. I felt a needle poke my skin and tried not to flinch from fear. Not long after sleep overtook me for real this time.

Satan POV:

I felt like I was burning. Like my skin itself was on fire. My vision was completely red. I had to be locked in my room by my brothers given what a rampage I had been on. It wasn’t until an hour ago I had been let out.

Three days. She had been sleeping for three days already. We’ve been following Barbatos’s directions on how to infuse her with magic but it hasn’t helped her at all yet.

It didn’t matter how many times I went under the castle to Barbatos’s torture room to obliterate that filth that hurt her. The rage still buzzed through my veins. The worst part was the anger was mostly direct at me. I had no excuse for ignoring her. I hadn’t lost Lilith. I hadn’t had to watch my siblings fall to what for all they knew could have been certain death. I don’t even know why I did it.

This is all my fault. Even Lucifer hadn’t messed up as much as I did. A realization that just fueled my rage to another level. Shoot they’ll probably have to lock me up again till I’m calmer.

Asmodeus POV:

She looked like death when we barged into her patient room in the castle. She hadn’t improved since. It’s been three days. I did her hair in the picktails she likes. I didn’t realize she liked such cute things till now. We could have bonded over such things but I was a fool.

I thought I was too beautiful for misfortune to befall me, but I was wrong. This hurt. Seeing her pain hurt. She was constantly sedated for her comfort in healing, but sometimes she’d flinch in her sleep from pain anyways.

What are we going to do? How are we going to fix this? We did all those horrible neglectful things! She’d been only three thousand when we fell. Only three thousand…

Beelzebub POV:

I couldn't eat. Belphie kept trying to make me but I just couldn’t. The idea of eating after all I was responsible for made me nauseated. I didn’t dissect to fill the perpetual hunger I had after hurting my little sibling so much.

It wasn’t just my misery I felt. I could feel Belphie’s as well. He wouldn’t sleep no matter how comfortable I tried to help him feel. Not only was I a failure as a big brother, but also as a twin…

Belphie’s POV:

He wouldn’t eat, and I couldn’t sleep. We took a kind and caring individual, our own little sister, and then just neglected her. She shouldn’t have even fallen with us in the first place! This was all Lucifer’s fault! Sure we all shared some of the blame, but it was Lucifer’s idea to rebel. And it was his idea to reluctantly accept another sibling despite planning an uprising. He could’ve refused! That way she wouldn’t be lying there in a medically induced coma so her magic wouldn’t kill her.

I was worried about Beel. I hadn’t felt such self loathing from him since Lilith died… what was I going to do? All I knew was those bastards were gonna pay in blood for what they did.

Leviathan POV:

I sat by her side a lot these past few days that she's been unconscious. The nurses said she can’t hear us and that’s probably a good thing. I doubt she’d want to hear a yukky otaku crying next to her.

I don’t know what to do. I know I’m one of the oldest, but I’ve never had anything like this before. None of us had ever been hurt this bad since the fall. Back then all we could do was pile up in one of the castle’s guest rooms in pain as we got used to the changes in our bodies. Oh Diavolo! She went through that alone didn’t she! Darn it! How much do we suck brothers?!

What have we done…?!

Mammon POV:

I walked past (Y/N)’s set up in Diavolo’s castle while she’s healing when I heard sobbing. I peaked in and there was Levi crying his eyes out. I approached him and reached out to hold him.

We sat there together for a while listening to the beeps and noises of (Y/N)’s medical magic devices. “I know that this is… hard.” I hesitated as I tried to figure out how to comfort him. I wasn’t as good as Lucifer at comforting our younger brothers. But I do remember him stretching his wings out to help hide us a comfort when we were younger. So I did just that after changing to my demon form. I hid Levi and let him cry all he needed to.

“Just how horrible are we?” His tone of voice hurt to hear. I brushed his head with my hands.

“Based on what Lucifer and Diavolo showed us, it's pretty horrible.” Before he could cry again I continued speaking. “But unlike most, we’re getting a second chance.”

He nodded in realization. “Your right for once Mammon.”

“Hey, respect your older brother! What do you mean for once?!” I demanded glaring.

Levi simply laughed at last and went to leave. “I should get some rest. It's late at night by now.”

I simply grumbled as he left. After a bit I moved by (Y/N) and held her hand. “It’s gonna be fine I promise. Lucifer always makes everything okay.”

Lucifer POV:

I drummed my fingers against my desk. I was doing my work in my office in the castle, but it was difficult to focuse at the moment. If I’d been a little bit later to save her… I sighed looking at the damage I did to the desk with my nails in my rage. This simply wouldn’t do. I couldn’t focus like this.

I know Lord Diavolo was fine with me taking some time off to take care of my family, but what was I even supposed to do? All this burden was becoming hard to shoulders as the oldest. Not that I’d say that out loud though.

“Knock, knock.” Lord Diavolo said leaning on my office door.

“Hello, Lord Diavolo. Is there something you need?” I ask straightening my posture.

“No. Is there something you need, Lucifer?” He gave my desk a pointed look when I started to shake my head no.

“Yes.” I reluctantly gritted out. “I am in need of… a friend at the moment.”

“Say less.” Diavolo grabbed an armchair and moved it next to me. “So what are we doing, Lucifer?”

“Working on the schedule for the plan you mention (Y/N) helped craft a proposal for. I don’t want her work to go to waste just cause she’s hurt.”

If Diavolo noticed the glassy look in my eyes he ignored it carefully as he remained steadfast at my side. It was times like these that I was grateful for our friendship. It lessened the burden I carried. Although despite his care this time I still felt a knowing empty feeling inside. I barely know her, yet I miss my little sister’s smile already. At least those brothers of mine will handle the scum while I handle this.

Diavolo POV:

Lucifer wasn’t like himself. Usually he carried himself like a rock steadfast against the other elements. Right now he was akin to glass in a way. There wasn’t anything I could do other than provide the best care for his sister, and remain at his side through this trying time.

“I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic when she wakes up. By the time she does the plan should be in action. The human realm accepted yesterday, and we already have the celestial realm’s acceptance as well. She was rather convincing in her words to the celestial realm.” I look over the documents with Lucifer as I speak. “Those scum will be dead before she awakes. We’re letting Satan and Barbatos end them tonight if you want to get any last hits in.”

“Just make it hurt. I have too much work to do to stoop to such an unnecessary level of disheveledness.” Lucifer scowled.

“I’ll let Barbatos know you’ll be stopping by before midnight.” I smiled a bit as his scowl deepened. “After so long as your friend I know better than to think you won’t land the last blow yourself. Especially when it comes to protecting your family, Lucifer.”

He simply chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Shall I open some demonous for while we work? I was given a new vintage last month by another Nobel.”

“That sounds great.” I grabbed some glasses from inside a cabinet. “You know Lucifer we should discuss something regarding your sister. A special way to protect her for life, and ensure she doesn’t leave the nest too far. Why don’t we talk about it tomorrow night?”

Barbatos POV:

I straightened up the blanket (Y/N) was sleeping under. The poor child felt so cold to the touch. I’d have to talk to the maids and scold them for not taking better care of her.

Cold rage dwindled in my veins for every moment those lesser beings of scum were alive. Soon that would be rectified. And tomorrow a whole new development for all the realms would happen. Something truly shocking. Something (Y/N) helped happen. If it weren’t so unlikely I’d think she was a genius. She’d make a fine leader someday, a queen worth serving.

I was about to turn around and handle the fireplace when I heard her mumble in her sleep. I was by her side in an instant, smoothing hair soothingly. I felt shocked and happy when she actually opened her eyes.

I smiled and bowed to her. “Good morning, My Lady.”

Lucifer:

Affection: 65%

“She's in readable thorough when planning something. This research and proposal couldn’t have been easy. When she wakes up I’ll show her the fruits of her labor.”

~Relation: Determined and Tired Big Brother

~Danger Level-Orange (Listen to me you don’t want to enter Red level. Don’t let it get past 89%. Then again you never flippen listen to me.)

Mammon:

Affection: 57%

“I should have noticed that she was being bullied when I treated her ankle and she cried into my shoulder. I really am stupid.”

~Relation: Greedy Overprotective Brother

~Danger Level-Yellow (Do you even read my messages to you??? Just asking since you never seem to listen. I can’t even do much to help you since my boss has me monitored.)

Leviathan:

Affection: 56% (wow that’s a feat. Getting injured really does do wonders for gaining affection. You're almost scary how smart you are in manipulating people.)

“I know I’m worthless, but I didn’t think all of us would be trash as brothers. We have to make up for this.”

~Relation: Regret filled Big Brother

Asmodeus:

Affection: 57% (Dang keep this up and he’ll love you more than he loves himself. Then again I shouldn’t tempt you. Forget I said that..)

“What on earth have we done? We’re terrible even for demons. You’d think we had never even been angels in the first place.”

~Relation: Depressed Big Brother (Prepare so much skin care for him later. Poor guy is gonna need it given all the stress.)

~Danger Level-Yellow (Yeah I’ve described there’s no way you actually are taking my advice to heart.)

Satan:

Affection: 59% (Stop waving red flags in front of bulls. Leave this one alone.)

“I couldn’t wait for tonight. I might end up sharing with Lucifer of all people, but in order to kill those scum it would be worth it.”

~Relation: Vengeful Big Brother

~Danger Level-Yellow (Is it even okay to use the same scale for this one? But we don’t even have any other scales… just be careful. Something tells me this one wouldn’t mind murder to keep you. And I really don’t want the overtime that would cause me.)

Belphegore:

Affection: 60%

“I don’t know what to do, but if I do know that I want to murder of those scum tonight with the others. But first I need to feed Beel something..”

~Relation: Sweet Dream Guaranteed for Life Bog Brother

~Danger Level-Yellow (What is it with you and poking bears…?)

Beelzebub:

Affection: 60%

“Maybe if inuse a frying pan I can knock Belphie out to sleep? But I don’t want to hurt him. I know I’ll offer to carry him over to (Y/N) and he can sleep next to her! Maybe he’ll sleep that way knowing that she’s safe.”

~Relation: Scary Dog Privileges for Life part two

~Danger Level-Yellow

Diavolo:

Affection: 65% (Yet again, I feel the need to ask why you poke bears…)

“I look forward to my discussion I have planned with Diavolo. After all, it's best to get permission in such matters. Although no isn’t an answer of course.”

~Relation: Mr. What’s your head size for a crown just casually asking for a friend…?

~Danger Level-Orange (I’m not mad, just disappointed af this point. This is gonna be so much overtime. I can tell that already.)

Barbatos:

Affection: 70% (Just… how?!)

“She's awake at last. How lucky that she’s awake just in time for tomorrow.”

~Relation: Planning a wedding for you and his not his son but still his son Diavolo

~Danger Level-Yellow (Deep breaths and do not engage.)

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I am SO sorry…this one is gonna be depressing asf. But can you do a fic where Korras girlfriend (the reader ofc hehe) moves Korra out of the way during a fight for her to not get killed, but gets hit and “dies”, but then Korra miraculously finds a way to bring her back?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ،، 𝓜ercy ; Korra

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resume: where you will always look out for your girlfriend.

content warning: angst ; comfort ; Korra x fem!reader ; mentions of blood ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; banner does not represent r in any way, it's just for the aesthetic ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i love writing angst, u have no idea- i have to apologize tho bc i have no idea if getting stabbed on the chest will make you feel out of air since i have not been stabbed before and i'm not a doctor, i'm a graphic designer,,, but hopefully it's not thaaat inaccurate¿ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY :D

“ And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me. Nothing left to lose without my baby.

Life is the most fragile thing a living being could ever get to know and Korra, as the avatar, has always been very aware of how ephemeral a life cycle could be for a person.

Korra had always been an impulsive person, she was willing to lay her life at all times if it meant a greater good, the girl was not afraid to die. That was until she met you.

She got fascinated by you ever since her first second of knowing you, a couple of days in her life and you had become an indispensable piece for her. The avatar looked for a way to stay close to you and in an impulsive proposal the question of joining team avatar was laid in front of you, but after several thinking she realized what she did and just then decided to be always on the lookout for you. Don't get her wrong, she knew you were just as capable to defend yourself, but she couldn’t not get worry even if you were the most skilled fighter or the most powerful bender, in her eyes you were the most precious thing she needed to take care of from getting broken and her overprotective self only got stronger when you two started dating formally.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, be careful! WAIT– oh, okay, never mind, it's nothing.” would sound at least two times a day when you spent time with her, training mostly.

At some point you talked about it with Korra when her actions got way too overwhelming and she would stop immediately, but you just knew her mind was always on constant alert just in case something happened.

Although, there were times where Korra would totally shut down her mind as a focus mechanism, it was not that common for her to do it during a battle for her life, but it happens even to the best of us, no?

Sounds of every bending and fighting style imaginable was heard all over the street, curses here and there and why not even the one attacker having a monolog for Korra to hear while the rest of the team fought at her back. That was exactly how it all started to go downhill: The avatar herself was distracted with what seemed to be the leader of the group of criminals fighting the team. The whole group was defeated so easily, now the leader was surrounded by you five; it was going good, but in the heated argument the sound of metal got your attention, your gaze turned back just to catch the movement of a piece of metal shooting to Korra's back. A sharp piece of metal.

Your eyes opened wide at the realization of what was about to happen, it all happened in a fraction of second it didn’t allow anyone have a reaction. Your feet were quick to act, pushing the avatar out of the way just in time to save her, but not enough to save yourself. Warm liquid started to cover your chest and abdomen, your lungs suddenly lost all the oxygen you had just recovered from the previous fight and in one cough blood was painting your lips and chin.

Korra let the most guttural and painful scream come out of her throat when her eyes met your silhouette being stabbed by the metal, a second later she was in the avatar state handling the, now known, metalbender to defeat. You were trying to stay on your feet, but at some point your limbs all numbed and were catch by Sato who stayed behind while the brothers both help and contain Korra.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, stop!” Bolin screamed, trying to catch her attention from the clearly beaten up man.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She's dying!” now Mako screamed, the avatar's head turned to him and then you. “It's enough, Korra. We'll handle this, you need to help her!”

Just as quick as she was to turned to the avatar state, she turned back, and when her feet touched the ground again, she ran to your immobile body. Asami was crying while she held you, your mouth was making sounds of a hiccup, it was almost as if your lungs were begging to receive the air they were entitled to and Korra hated how it sounded. She hated how your skin and lips looked pale by the lack of oxygen in your body, how your eyes were teary and losing their characteristic light she adored, but most importantly; Korra hated how she wasn't fast enough to save you. If she had been more careful, if only she didn't get distracted by the shitty speech the leader was saying maybe this could've been avoided.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so sorry!” she cried out, her face filled with tears and her hands had taken your body from Asami, she wanted to hold you. “I'm sorry, I should've seen it coming!”

While she took a deep breath in, your hand moved however it could to touch the skin of her arm, when she felt how cold your hand was her cry just got harder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, don't leave me,” she begged to you, shaking her head. “Don't go, I'm sorry, I'm– stay with me, don't you dare to leave me.”

You couldn’t speak, you felt so weak it was a miracle your hand even moved to brush her. Your eyebrows raised a bit, the hiccup you were making turned slower and at one moment your eyes focused just on your girlfriend's face; you had so much to say, so much you wanted her to know, but your time ran shorter than you ever expected to be, you weren't ready to go either.

Korra saw how the light of your eyes shut down and when your hand dropped from her arm, her blue eyes opened wide at the realization that you had passed away. Her cry didn't stop, it got stronger if that was even possible, her arms hugged your lifeless body tight to her own while she called your name, asked for forgiveness, asked you to come back to her. It didn’t matter now that her clothes got stained by your blood or that her emotions shut down when she picked up your body to get back to the city, she just lost the person she cared for the most; Tenzin met her at the entrance of the island and a gaze of sadness reflected on his eyes, after he asked an acolyte to help her with your body and convincing her that they would take good care of you when she didn’t want to let you go, the airbending master wrapped his arms around her when the acolyte left taking carefully your lifeless body and Korra just broke down again at his action, her knees failed her and both benders kneeled on the floor while Korra cried to the point her head started to pound and Tenzin just let her, holding her tight to assure the girl that he was there for her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sure she's resting now.” he tried to comfort the girl when the avatar's cry calmed a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is unfair, Tenzin,” hoarsely, she answered. “What purpose does this have!? I was supposed to receive that! I was supposed to be the one losing my life, not her!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't say that, Korra.” the older man scolded her. “Even the spirits have a destiny and purpose like we do, hers probably was to protect you.”

Her tears stopped and the avatar distanced from the man. “The spirits...” she repeated zoned out, the man frowned. “The spirits! Tenzin, Raava could help me to bring her back!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, uh..” the airbender doubted for a second, he wasn't really sure if Raava could bring you back to life, it didn’t really sound like something she could do. But when his eyes looked at the blue ones, destroyed, red from crying so much and with a glimpse of hope, he couldn’t find in him to say no. “You could try.”

Korra had asked to be where your body was, saying how it could be important for her to be near you when asking to Raava, but her second intention was just to be near you.

She saw your body laying down, serene, your expression was calm, it was almost as if you were simply just sleeping. The southerner walked to you and kneeled by your side, taking your cold hand into hers and leaving small kisses on your knuckles.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll bring you back, my love,” she promised, brushing your cheek. “I promise you'll be back.”

Sitting in a lotus position next to you, the avatar started to meditate trying to get to the avatar spirit. At first it was hard for her to focus as her mind was going a thousand per second, but when she reminded herself why she needed to do it as soon as possible, she was able to silence her thoughts and focus. The avatar spirit didn’t take long to reach the girl.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Raava,” she greeted, nervous. The named greeted Korra back. “I need your help, please, you need to help me bring someone back to life.”

The spirit stood silence for a second. “Korra, I can't–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please!” she exclaimed desperate interrupting Raava, the southerner kneeled in front of the spirit, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again. “I'm begging you! Bring her back and I will do anything, I will give up anything you want me to!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra...” Raava tried to make her stand up again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I know you are the spirit of balance and I know what I'm asking is bold, but you need to let her live again.” she started to elaborate. “You've been with me since my very first second back to life, I'm sure you know how important she has become for me this lifetime, I don’t think I could see myself moving forward without her by my side, I really need her, please.”

Raava thought of it for a moment, it was true she knew everything about every single avatar's life as she had always been aware since birth and it wasn't a secret to anyone the way Korra had seen stability with you. She knew Korra loved you with every atom in her body, it made her happy, she found her balance on you. Maybe bringing you back wasn’t such a bad idea after all, Raava cared about the balance and light in the world and if Korra saw those exact traits on you, who was she to deny it?

Ice blue orbs started to open slowly and adapting to the light in the room, at first her heart felt heavy again when she saw you laying down still thinking maybe Raava wouldn't accept her request and it was a lost case for you two, but when she was about to stand up and leave, your dry throat started to make you cough.

Her hands started to tremble while your eyes opened taking your time, at first it was almost impossible to open them completely thanks to the light, but once they adjusted correctly your gaze looked around. Korra whispered your name, almost as if calling for you would make you close your eyes again, but you didn’t, you looked at her as she started to tear up from happiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra,” you called back hoarsely, she almost tripped getting next to you, you took her hand. “What happened? Why are we back in the air temple...? Why do you have blood on you? Are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It doesn't matter, my love, you're back.” she said between sobs, a sweet kiss was given by her before hugging you. “I swear I won't let my sight leave you from now on, I love you so much, you have no idea.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you too.” you said giggling, your arm hurt when you moved it and a small moan let her know, Korra distanced to see your face again. “Why does my body hurt? Wait, why am I wearing air nation clothes? Did I fainted or something?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You have no idea,” Korra said wiping her tears and taking a deep breath in. “Let me get someone to check on you and then we'll talk, honey.”

Another small kiss was given as she stood up again. Internally, Korra was thanking Raava for giving you another chance, she promised to be better, to protect you better and to work hard as the avatar to deserve such big gift the spirit gave her.

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