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beatleszeppelin · 1 year ago

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Young Daryl Appendicitis

Summary: THIS IS UNFINISHED... Young Daryl is a friend of yours, and when suddenly his stomach starts hurting, you are his first call.

Category: Sick Fic

Paring: Daryl x reader platonic (second person)

Warnings/Includes: Appendicitis, swearing, a hit done by Merle Dixon, implied sex, fever, hospitals...

Word count: 2.2k

Daryl sat on the couch, a cartoon flashing on the screen in front of him. His light hair was darkened from a recent wash, the water still dripping off of it onto the pillow behind him. He was wearing only a pair of dark grey sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt as he waited for a load of his clothes that Y/N had so graciously washed for him to finish.

Y/N sat at the kitchen table behind him, folding her laundry and reading a book that needed to be finished by Monday. “Do you ever have homework you need to do?” She asked, not looking up from her stack of towels.

He shrugged from the couch.

Y/N got up and hopped over the back of the couch to join Daryl, “You know you could go to college; I mean, I got in, you could too if you wanted to.” Daryl winced when she sat. “What’s up?” Y/N noticed the face he had made at her harsh movement.

“Nothin’,” he lied.

“So, you would be fine if I did something like this,” She poked under his right side, tickling him, trying to get a laugh, but she was met by a pained groan. “What’s wrong, d’that hurt?”

“A bit,” he looked down, “musta been something I ate.”

“I’ve got some Midol out on the counter for cramps. Do you want to try that,” Y/N asked, already getting up to grab the bottle.

“Think that’ll work for this,” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know; I also have some Pepto if you want to try that instead.”

“Nah.” He was interrupted by the buzzing of the dryer. Y/N stopped looking for the pink drink to grab his clothes from the dryer while they were still warm.

She threw them to him, and he slowly reached out to grab them. He groaned as he got up to change.

He walked back into the room, clad in his hole-filled shirt and pants. He clutched his side as he wobbled over to the table.

“Think I better get home, just wanna go lay down,” Daryl said, making eye contact with Y/N, his eyes glassy and pain-filled.

“Yeah, why don’t I drive you, save you the walk.” Y/N offered.

He nodded in agreement.

Y/N dropped Daryl off in front of the empty house, “Do you want me to walk you up?”

“Nah, I’m good, he said.

Y/N waited for him to get inside before leaving to ensure he got home safe. And when he opened the front door, music could be heard from inside her car.

Daryl pensively walked through the saloon doors in the kitchen to his room but was met with Merle instead. He sat on the counter in the kitchen corner, a beer in his hand and a magazine in the other. When Daryl got closer, he saw a playboy magazine that he just happened to be reading leisurely.

“Hey, shitbrains,” Merle said, leaning in sloppily, “gonna need you to stay in yer room tonight, n’ be real quite. ‘Kay?”

“Uh-huh,” Daryl groaned in pain.

“You good, baby brother?” He asked, whacking Daryl in the stomach.

He doubled over, letting out a sound like that of the wind being knocked out of him. Almost all at once, he felt hot and could hear his heart pounding in his ears. It felt like he was gonna shit, throw up and then keel over and die. But after a minute of being on his knees, he stood up, hobbling himself to his bedroom.

Once he closed his door, he started to panic. He felt hot and dizzy, and he couldn’t catch his breath no matter how hard he had tried. He curled up in the fetal position and waited for time to pass because maybe that’s all he needed—time to pass.

But time didn’t pass very quickly at all. In fact he counted his breaths, 7 seconds apart, and his wall clock ticked second by second; and he watched.

At some point, the doorbell had rung, and Merle had let her in. Then the music of Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Merle Haggard, had turned into songs by Foreigner and loud shouts of whatever chick he brought home today. If he weren’t already sick, the sounds of his brother fucking some girl in his father’s bed would have made him nauseous.

He lay there, miserable, thinking about those times as a kid when he would be sick, and he’d walk across the room and sheepishly tap on Merle’s shoulder to wake him up. It’s not like he did much, other than getting a trash can and wet washcloth. Then he’d set them up on the couch, Daryl would bring his stuffed dog, and they would watch the early morning cartoons, like Tom and Jerry or The Smurfs. But he would stay up with him, no matter what he had to do the next day.

Maybe he needed someone. Someone to stay up with him, so he thought about his options and how he would either have to walk into the next room to see Merle, with some girl bent over his dad’s old recliner, or call someone. The latter of the two sounded better, not only to spare him the visuals but because he was starting to think he couldn’t move.

He had slid, with a creak, off his mattress, onto the floor next to his old princess phone. He contemplated calling the hospital, but how the fuck are you supposed to know when to call the hospital, so he called Y/N instead. As the phone rang, he tried to pick himself up back onto his bed, but then he heard a pop or rather felt one, and the room spun, and everything he saw had a halo of white stars bordering his vision. And for just a second, he thought he was dying, but then she answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.”

The sound of her name broke her as she heard it plead through quiet sobs.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She said, panicky.

“My stomach,” he cried.

“You want me to come over?” she asked, already starting to grab her keys and find some shoes to put on. But he didn’t know that.

“Please.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but I can be there in 15 minutes, promise me you’ll call an ambulance if you can’t wait that long.”

He just whimpered in reply.

The phone clicked to signal that Y/N had hung up. He sat back against the bed, crying and choking. And with each sob, his muscles would flex, and the pain in his stomach would worsen. In a last-ditch effort to move, he slid his arm under the bed to grab something. He found it, pulled it out, and everything turned black.

Y/N made it to the Dixon’s residence in record time; she slammed her car door on the way out before marching up the stairs with purpose. She knocked once on the door, but nobody heard the music that shook the exterior walls. So, lifting the door handle until it clicked, then opening it and not bothering to close; instead, she walked straight to the end of the hall where she knows Daryl is held up.

She could hear dirty names being called to the masses as she passed the room where Merle was leaving little to the imagination. She opened the Dixon Brother’s bedroom door and saw Daryl; he was leaned against his bed, head lulled to one shoulder, and a worn stuffed dog lay under his heavy hand.

“Daryl, are you awake?” Y/N said, stepping in through the battered door frame. “Daryl, are you okay! Wake up!” She said, with a more panicked tone now she knew he wasn’t responding.

His breathing was steady, but when she went to shake him, she noticed his body was hot, then feeling his cheeks and forehead with the back of her hand, she felt the heat radiating off of his sweaty feverish body. He was too hot to be okay, she concluded. But hell, what does not being okay mean? He must go to a hospital, but here he lies looking like a little kid, but full-sized and weight in actuality.

“Merle!” she banged on his door. Y/N twisted the handle and swung the door open. Merle had a girl, who was a great deal younger than him and had box-dyed red hair, bent over the foot of the bed; he stood behind her, balls deep. “Merle, put some pants on, and please fucking help me.”

“What the fuck, bitch, git out a my room!” He yelled over the CCR that boomed on the 8-track.

“Oh, this is your room, huh? Last time I checked, your room was the one your brother’s passed out on, sick and in pain, asshole.” Y/N said, standing her ground leaning on the door frame.

Merle pulled out he shoved the girl forward onto the bed. “Wait for me here, don’t move,” he said, reaching for his boxers that still hung around his ankles. He also threw on an off-white wife-beater as the girl bitched about his commands.

He followed Y/N to Daryl’s unconscious body. He spent a second studying him, and then with worry in his eyes, he asked, “What do you need me to do?”

“I’m gonna take him to the hospital, and I need you to help me get him to my truck.”

“Can’t we just wake him up,” he asked, still not understanding the urgency.

“I tried shaking him awake; it’s no use. All I need you to do is get him out to the car while I grab him some stuff.” Y/N instructed.

He nodded, pulled Daryl’s arm up around his shoulder, and carried him like a father would carry their sleeping child to bed after they’d fallen asleep on the couch. He got him out to the truck, and Y/N packed a duffle with a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and some other small amenities.

Y/N met Merle on the street; she threw the bag in the back and got in the driver’s side. She turned on the truck. Daryl was buckled into the passenger’s side, with Merle holding the door open, still in just the boxers.

“Hey, when you git to the hospital, and you know everything is okay, call ‘n’ let me know.” He said and shut the door.

Y/N nodded in reply, put the truck in drive, pushed in the emergency brake, and cranked the A/C.

When you pull out to the main road, Y/N was already freezing, but she hoped it would keep Daryl cooler, so she sacrificed herself. The ride to the hospital was harrowing, every few minutes Y/N couldn’t help but check on Daryl’s breathing, ensuring it was good and consistent.

A little less than 20 minutes later they arrived. The hospital parking lot was lit by large yellow street light that made the interior of the car a sickly yellow. Y/N pulled up to the front of the hospital, until now she never knew the occasion it would be used.

She jumped out of the car, leaving it on, to go get someone that could help. The lady at the front desk was no help, sweet as can be, but dumb as shit.

“My friend,” Y/N tried to hail her attention, “I have someone in my truck, and they are hurt.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” she said and went back to looking through files that were in a conglomeration on her desk.

“No, but that’s why I’m here, you see I need help getting him in here to be looked at.” Y/N said leaning over the desk.

“Okay sweetie, why don’t you bring him in here, sign him in,” she gestured to a clipboard with a floral pen tied to it, “and we should get to him in ample time.”

A man walked by wearing a long sleeve tie dye shirt under a pair of dark blue scrubs. He was tall and taken aback when asked “Can you help me?”

His voice didn’t fit him, as it was higher than she would have thought, he said he could help. After explaining the situation he returned to you with a gurney and another large black man, whose bald head shone like a halo in the yellow light.

They helped pull Daryl from the truck, and lay him gently on the rolling bed. He was barely conscious when Y/N had gotten to the truck, and his eyes flutter open and shut as they walk him briskly in the large doors. A moment of confusion caused Y/N to pause as she contemplates walking in with them or going to quickly park the truck. She opts for the truck, and quickly parks it crooked under a street lamp in the first available spot she can find.

Then she runs in, still trying to act like she is walking, to keep her composure, but running at full force through those hospital doors. She’s sure others think it looks awkward, but at this point she is too focused on the boy she came in with to care.

As she looks around the waiting room for Daryl sprawled out on a gurney, her attention is caught by two double doors flipping shut, and swinging back and forth to a stop.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #WIP #twd #twd fanfic

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cornballl · 3 years ago

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Hello! How are you? Hope you doing well.

Can I get a NSFW request for how gin and hiji would act once they fine out their s/o get hot and bother at the idea of them picking them up?

Thank you!

Hey there!! I’m okay, my situation has gotten a lot better, but I still have my days u.u; I get my tax return tomorrow though.. and I am Ready for some Disposable Income :p

Anyways I hope this finds you well! This was fun to write ////

HijiGin’s S/O hot and bothered by being picked up (nsfw)

minors dni

Hijikata: He would absolutely use it as leverage against you.

He had you cornered. You were teasing him a lot that day, and once you were both alone, he finally confronted you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” You stared dead in his eyes; you didn’t wanna seem passive suddenly. “Yeah, I think I’m hilarious.” You deadpanned. He had this smile on his face that only meant one thing: he was fuming. You bit your lip trying not to laugh in his face and push it too far. He started to chuckle. “Fine. I’ll play your game.” You hardly registered what he said before you felt a firm tug on your wrist. He pinned you against the corner, pressing his hips against yours and holding your hand above your head. “You like this? Riling people up as a joke?” He looked furious, his face was dead calm except for a wicked smile. “I think you’ll find I’m a pretty funny guy.” His other hand started to caress your ass and thigh, itching to bring you closer. You didn’t wanna lose any of the momenta you’ve built up to this point; all you can do is keep taunting until one of you breaks. “You sure? The audience seems pretty dry right now.” You cleared your throat to disguise the shakiness. He was getting dangerously close to pulling all the stops; the other day, when coming home, he hugged you and scooped you up into his arms, and you got so flustered he promised to keep that detail in mind for future reference. The way he’s pressing his fingers into the back of your legs and ass, he’s rubbing and caressing and demanding your full contact. Your face started to flush; that’s when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you. You instinctively wrap your legs around Hijikata’s slim torso, locking him in close inches away from your glowing face. He kept staring with that look he always gave you when he wasn’t playing around. “Not another word.” His gaze went from demanding to lewd instantly. “And if you do, I know exactly how to keep the audience from disrupting.” He sneered those last words as he brought you down against his grinding hips. Jokes’ over.

Gintoki: Once he learns he’s never going back.

Gintoki is pretty handsy when no one is around. When it’s just the two of you at his place, you’re often cuddling. It was getting late; you both were nodding off, watching this random documentary on TV that night. “Hey, if you’re gonna be dozing off, we should head to bed.” He runs his fingers gingerly through your hair; you melt slightly under his touch and grumble a reply. “I’m too comfy, Gin. Let’s just crash here.” You roll over and face him. “Don’t be silly- it’s so cramped on this tiny couch. I love being close to you, but this kinda sucks.” His legs started to fidget restlessly. “C’mon.” He gently pushed you by the shoulders, but you went limp and intangibly complained. “Who knew you’d be lazier than me for once? Whatever, I’ll just carry your tiny stubborn ass.” You pouted unfazed by his comment. If only he’d tolerate a little bit of discomfort, you were savoring that moment. He slithered off the couch and towered over your body, curled in the fetal position. He picked you up, trying not to disturb you much. You nestled into his neck as he pressed you close to his chest. You cracked your eye and analyzed his features up close: his smell, his chiseled jaw, days worth of stubble slightly catch the light. You suddenly were very aware of his firm hands holding your thighs, your face began to flush. You couldn’t help but hide your face- you don’t want Gin to egg on you now of all times. “Did you pass out on me? Hellooo?” You spoke too soon. His voice was so low you could feel it rumble in his chest as he spoke. Thickly swallowing, you leaned into his ear, “I’m okay. Can you put me down?” You sounded meek, he noticed. “Oh? What’s the rush?” He cooed right into your ear, gravelly and sensual. You couldn’t help but mewl. “You’re that easy?” He sat you in his lap and you could feel erection against you. You couldn’t restrain the moans he’s been eliciting, holding you close and whispering coy sweet nothings into your ear. “This is gonna be fun..” He was never going to let you live this down.

#Hijikata Toushirou #hijikata toshirou x reader #sakata gintoki #sakata gintoki x reader #gintama x reader #gintama scenarios #gintama imagines #chu

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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That Time | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I am currently struggling through my monthly nightmare and had a rough time of it yesterday. Never have any of my past boyfriends ever been nice or considerate about it, so I wrote this to compensate lol.

As always, send any comments, requests, and/or suggestions you may have! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes

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Bucky’s heart rate quickened as he walked into your bedroom and saw you curled up in the fetal position on the bed. He didn't like the way your eyes were squeezed shut, the way your brow furrowed.

“Woah, woah, hey,” he hastened his pace toward you leaned over your tense body. “Are you okay, baby?”

Your eyes opened and found Bucky’s stormy blue ones staring down at you, swimming in a pool of worry.

“Having a uterus is a fucking scam.”

Bucky’s head cocked to the side absentmindedly, confusion colored his face.

“I’m on my period, Buck.”

A knowing look crossed his face and a bit- but not all- of the concern melted away. “Ohhhh, right. I’m sorry, sweets.”

You shrugged, acting as though it didn’t feel like your insides were being relentlessly poked with hot pitchforks. “It’s fine- nothing I’m not used to,” you srugged and closed your eyes once again.

“Well is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, has hand stroking your shoulder.

Asking Bucky for help wasn't something you liked to do. His life was hectic enough as it was, and he’d gotten back from a long, tiring mission just two days ago. The last thing you wanted to do was make him wait on you hand and foot while you complained- especially when he'd been through exponentially worse pain.

But when your cramps had hit you earlier that afternoon, you’d been so incapacitated that you’d been unable to grab your heating pad or any form of pain relievers. And so, you asked him for a simple favor.

“Um, could you just grab me some ibuprofen? And my heating pad- it’s in the closet, second shelf to your left. If you don't mind.”

"I don't mind at all," he pressed a kiss to your cheek before securing the items you’d asked for. He plugged in your heating pad, turned it on, and handed it to you before giving you two ibuprofen your water bottle.

“Thanks, Buck,” you stared up at him in adoration. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to sit here with me.”

He rolled his eyes at you with a loving smile and stayed right where he was, leaning against the bed. “Did you eat when you got home, doll?”

You shook your head. The pain got far too intense far too fast; you couldn't even think about food when you got home from work. Bucky sighed; he hated that even though you took amazing care of him, you never did the same for yourself.

“What are you in the mood for, baby? I’ll make you anything you want…" he shrugged, "and if I can’t make it, I’ll order it.”

You were quiet for a moment, mulling over your favorites in search of something that sounded good. “Ohhhh, I could really go for chicken biryani from that place on sixth- Clay Pit,” you said, before adding- “extra naan”.

With a nod, he grabbed his phone and submitted an order for delivery. Whatever you wanted, whatever you craved, he was going to get it for you. After ordering your biryani, extra naan, and some saag for himself, he crawled onto his side of the bed. “Alright, food’s gonna be about half an hour,” he said, “anything you wanna watch? Or would you prefer it quiet?”

A smile tugged upward at the corners of your lips and you slowly rolled over toward Bucky, letting out a quiet groan as you did so.

“Um, I’m kind of in the mood to watch this one movie… but it’s a total chick flick,” a bit of embarrassment seeped into your voice. He laughed and reached for the TV remote, waiting for you to tell him the title.

“It’s called John Tucker Must Die.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, "Well, now I'm intrigued." He typed in the name and pressed play.

The opening credits rolled and you leaned into a Bucky’s side, letting him weave his strong, metal arm around you. The familiar movie always brought you comfort, reminding you of sleepovers with your high school best friends- but nothing, you realized, had ever brought you as much comfort as Bucky.

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midnight-on-pluto · 3 years ago

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Hi I have another request. So Iidawotha female reader who doesn't really eat during her period. Like they don't go to lunch or just eat like an apple.Also they get bad cramps.

Iida x fem!reader on her period masterlist

A/N: I barely eat anything but snacs on my period i just have no energyyyy also there is a BREIF mention of EDs, just literally a mention, nothing further.

╰➤ It honestly doesn’t take Iida long to realize that you eat less on certain weeks. Probably takes him about two cycles.

╰➤ He thinks it’s some weird form of an eating disorder?? He questions you about it and doesn’t really understand why you turn beet red and start to stutter out an excuse.

╰➤ After a while longer of observing he understands what the real cause is. He’s hesitant to bring it up, but wants to make sure you’re doing okay.

╰➤ He figures the best way to do this is offering you small foods while you’re on your period. If he notices you with an apple the one day he’s suddenly “packed an extra serving of vegetables, would you like some?”

╰➤ Subtly takes care of you, he doesn’t wanna embarrass you by mentioning anything but he does make sure you’ve eaten at least something. He’ll offer you an apple he had, vegetables, and even candy just to get something in you.

╰➤ It’s about three months after he’s starting doing this and he already has a pretty good idea of when your period starts and ends. He’s marked your cycle on his calendar with a small symbol that’s super discreet.

╰➤ It’s not discreet enough that you don’t notice though. When you visit his dorm one time you look around and notice the small heart drawn on his calendar.

╰➤ When you ask about it he answers honestly, but that doesn’t stop the small blush on his cheeks.

╰➤ “Oh uh—Y/N I’ve just tracked your period.” He’s blushing, furiously trying to explain why. “I just noticed you eat less every few weeks so I wanted to make sure you were eating enough! I promise it’s nothing wrong.”

╰➤ At this point you’re embarrassed because holy shit he’s been tracking my period and I barely caught on

╰➤ At this point he knows your cycle more than you do, it’s honestly kind of sweet so you let it slide.

╰➤ Since he already knows about your cycle and doesn’t seem grossed out about it (as he should), he’s your go-to person for period problems.

╰➤ There’s been times when you’ve texted your class rep to ask if he can go get you pads from the store, since you can’t and you’ve just put on your last one.

╰➤ He gives you any snacks you want and doesn’t want payment back, it’s his “duty as the class rep”

╰➤ After these events you’ve definitely warmed up to him and become really close with him. You complain about cramps all the time, asking him to get you a hot pad sometimes or just ranting about the pain.

╰➤ One night you have a particularly bad cramp, worse than usual, which was bad. You’ve crawled into the fetal position, tears swelling as you desperately thought of things that could better your situation.

╰➤ A quick message to Iida asking for a hot pad, a glass of water, and an Advil or Midol does the trick and a very confused class rep walks in with a water glass, heated pad, and an advil in his hand. He’s rambling on about how he doesn’t know what Midol is as you’re struggling to sit up with the pain.

╰➤ He noticed your glassy eyes and scrunched, pained face as you finally make it up. He hands you the advil and water, placing the heating pad right where you need it.

╰➤ With a wobbling smile you thank him and curl back up, sniffling back the tears that are so close to falling.

╰➤ He refuses to leave, wanting to make sure you feel okay. He’s asking all these questions like “do you want a doctor?” “should I find one of the girls?”

╰➤ To all of his questions, most of your answers are no. However one question catches your attention. “Do you want me to stay?”

╰➤ Frantically you nod your head, answering yes and holding your arms out to him. He hesitates at first but sits down on the edge of your bed while your arms cling to his.

╰➤ After he feels a bit more comfortable you ask him to cuddle, earning a lovely day inside with Iida Tenya, his hand placed directly on your cramp, applying a light pressure that’s sort of alleviating.

╰➤ His other arms is wrapped around you while he places soft kisses to the top of your head every once in a while.

╰➤ Now whenever you get bad cramps he’s not afraid to lay with you, hand on your cramp and arm around your body. In this position is where you kissed him for the first time, thanking him for his kindness and giving him a small peck on this lips before yours and his cheeks flushed pink.

#mha fluff #mha headcanons #my hero academia iida #iida hcs #iida comfort #iida x reader #iida tenya #mha iida #bnha iida #iida fluff #tenya iida #iida headcanons #iida x y/n

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colorseeingchick · 3 years ago

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Period Pains (Iwa, Suna, Bokuto)

Periods still stuck. Nothing has changed since part one. But these boys continue to comfort me when I feel like my heart, head, and stomach are going to explode :D. I hope they comfort you too!

A/N: It’s been rough homies. It really do be your own body that tries to attack you -_-.

Warnings: EMETOPHOBIA (in Suna’s there’s a semi detailed description of vomiting); swearing; foot massage in Bokuto’s (Ik that makes some people uncomfy); gym bros.

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was common knowledge that you and Iwaizumi were two halves of one insane power couple.

No questions asked, you both were generally independent when it came to taking care of your own matters, and you were both were pretty independent.

But there were exceptions- moments where you would both lean on each other, using the other as an anchor and a crutch to get back up and stay on your feet.

Your period was one of those times when times you needed your beloved boyfriend to play that role.

Today was one of those days.

You and Iwaizumi head over to the gym at around 6 am to get your early morning workout in before you go through with the rest of your day.

You had told Iwaizumi the night before, and he asked if you still wanted to “go gym” the next morning.

You said yes, hoping that a solid workout would help with some of the cramps.

And once you had got there, you had your hopes up.

The first half of your workout was going really well, and you hadn’t thought of your cramps at all.

But then it hit you while you were walking over to get your water bottle.

You didn’t know why, but the cramps hit you hard. Instantly you went to the bathroom to try and compose yourself, but that wasn’t really helping either.

You didn’t wanna bother Iwaizumi mid workout, so you tried to carry on.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work out too well.

As you tried to keep going, the cramps in your stomach got worse and worse, until you were pressing your stomach with your hands, curled over yourself on your yoga mat.

Taking deep breaths, you tried to relieve the only worsening cramps.

It wasn’t until a warm, firm hand caressed your back did you look up from your curled up form.

“1 to 10.” Iwaizumi asks you with a soft voice.

“4.” You say as you curl into yourself once more.

It was the pain ranking system that you’d both been using since early on in your relationship. You knew exactly what he meant, and you were honestly thankful that he understood you were in pain by just looking at you.

“Lying to me doesn’t do any good, ya know.” His words are harsh, yet the concern in his voice kills any intimidation that was supposed to come across.

“7.”

“Sounds right.” Iwa’s one arm wraps around you, digging into your side, his thumb massaging circles into the spot right above your left hip, while the other hand rubbed softer circles onto your lower belly.

You felt your muscles untense as his hands worked away at your cramping stomach with deep pressure only he had the strength to apply.

“What’s wrong with her?''

Both of you look up to see some guy (he seemed like a newbie, neither of you had seen him before) talking to your boyfriend.

“What.” Iwa’s voice is dry, in shock at the fact that this dude was in your business.

“Did she injure herself working out or something?” He asks, as if you were incapable of speaking for yourself. “Not being careful in the gym can be really dangerous, especially if you’re not trained.” He speaks in your direction this time.

Iwaizumi Hajime (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER, now looked like he was ready to commit murder.

Some of the regulars had now turned to watch, most giving the guy dirty looks.

A couple of you and Iwa’s closer gym bros step towards you both, making some preparations for Iwaizumi to swing.

But before anyone can really say anything, your voice cuts through.

“That’s real rich coming from you. The only thing that’s gonna cause an injury is your horrendous deadlift form.”

Your boyfriend goes from a state of shock into a fit of snickers, the guys on the side also amused. The guy in front of you goes completely red.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about you bi-”

“I actually think she’s right. I was a bit worried, too.” One of Iwa’s (very buff) friends stepped forward, smiling at you two before putting a hand a on the newbie’s shoulder. “Let’s go check it out.”

As you sigh out, your boyfriend stares at you with pride and amusement both bright in his eyes. “All that pain and you’re still able to come up with snarky comments.”

As his hand returns to soothing circular motions, you dig your face into his chest.

The soft touches from Iwa were enough to ease your pains, and allowed you to embrace your moment of vulnerability with your sweet boyfriend.

“Let’s dip and get food, okay? And you can just rest at home. You deserve a break.”

“Weren’t you saying something about how the grind doesn’t stop-”

“It stops when your health is on the line. Let’s go.”

Suna Rintarou

When it comes to you being on your period, Suna is by far the most hands off while simultaneously being the most attentive.

Suna wasn’t necessarily the biggest on PDA. But when it was just you two? He had no problem being all up against you.

The only situation Suna does not know how to navigate is when he can’t read someone’s moods or behaviors. Luckily for him, you were overly clear with his emotions and needs when you were on your period, even if those moods and needs were all over the place.

Early on, when you got together, he was a bit surprised to see how bad your period could get.

He’d walked in to your room one day to see you in a fetal position, rolling around on the floor.

He’d seen you go a full day of eating only junk food, upset and trying to satiate all your cravings.

He’d also seen you go without sleep because of how bad your cramps were.

Essentially, he’d learned you’d go through really bad health habits, and he’d assigned himself the roll of trying to make sure you maintained some regularity while on your period.

He was ready for anything, so ready that he made it look effortless.

When Suna came back from practice one day, he couldn't find you anywhere in your shared home. Which isn’t a problem, but he doesn’t recall you saying you were going anywhere....

It’s not till he lazily stalks over to the hallway and hears a horrible retching sound that he realizes you are still home.

Swinging the door open, he finds you perched over the toilet, vomiting in what looks to be a super painful manner.

“Rin...ta...r-oh fuck” you can barely get his name out before you start throwing up again.

Your boyfriend takes a step into the bathroom, but you toss an intense ‘no’ his way with your hand.

“It smells disgusting… and… I don’t want to be smothered right now…” you sigh as you breathe between your bouts of vomiting.

He takes a deep breath, recomposing himself. He knows your period can get pretty bad, but he hasn’t seen it get this bad in a while. He obliges, but he doesn’t move from the doorway.

As you start your next fit, Suna’s face remains blank, but his heart twists.

He slowly approaches you, kneeling beside you.

“I said to not.. To smother me....” your protest is weakened by your body inhibiting your ability to speak.

Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he gently grabs your hair, pulling strand by strand, until its completely out of your face

(alternatively, if you have short hair), Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he lets his hand gently rest on your back, rubbing in soothing circles .

Your hand goes up to push him away, but he grabs your fist with his larger hand, weaving his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb into the back of your hand.

“I won’t smother, don’t worry. But I’m gonna be here.” He’s soft in his tone, unfazed despite the relative unpleasantness of the situation.

As you finally stop, you fall back, your hands covering your eyes.

As you lean back, your body giving out, your head finds its way onto the plush chest of your green eyed boyfriend. He doesn’t touch you, but just acts as a makeshift couch for you to lean on.

“Rintarou.” “

Yeah?”

“I need your touch.”

Your words are blunt but effortlessly received as your boyfriend instinctively wraps his arms around you, languidly stroking your thigh with one hand and holding your stomach with the other. He adjusts you so that you’re pressed up against him.

“Better, babe?” he asks as he backs up into the wall, loosening up as you relax against him.

“Mmm.” You croon, sinking down against him. “I should brush my teeth, I’m sorry you came back to this.”

“It’s fine. Get cleaned up. Wanna watch movies? I got Chinese takeout.”

“I don’t want Chinese,” you comment.

“What do you want?”

“Pizza.”

“...”

He sighs. “I’ll be back in 20.”

“I love you.” you smile at him as you tell him what he already knows.

He presses his nose into your hair, letting your conditioner’s scent fill his nose. “Mmm… and I love you.”

“How much?” You ask.

“How much do I what?”

“How much do you love me?”

“Enough to get you pizza at 10 pm in the pouring rain.”

“It’s raining??”

“Yeah.”

“...Nevermind I don’t want pizza anymore.”

“Well I want pizza now so I’m going.” He pulls himself up and out of the bathroom despite the way you tried to cling to his leg to keep him from leaving.

“Rin!”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto is honestly the ideal boyfriend, especially when you are on your period.

Early in your relationship, when you got on your period, you didn’t tell Bo. But he ended up learning the hard way.

He’d come back from practice a bit later than usual and didn’t text you. Usually he didn’t, especially if he knew he’d only be a little late. But when he walked through the doors, instead of finding his usually happy, bubbly girlfriend who usually showered him with love, he was greeted with you crying.

“W-why didn’t-t you text me, Kou? Do you-u not care about me?”

He had nooo idea what was going on, and he was very panicked and sad.

He felt like the rug was pulled out from under him when you proceeded to snuggle into his chest 2 minutes later, cries completely stopped. His little owl eyes were wide open and very confused.

2 days later, he asked about the situation again, scared to bring it up.

But you were really embarrassed as you explained how you were on your period and could get extreme mood swings. You apologized and promised that you’d never do something wild like that again.

But Bo wasn’t content with your answer.

He went and asked Akaashi if he knew anything about what periods were like (he was shy to ask you).

Akaashi found the lovely statistic of “period pain being of equal pain levels of a heart attack” and Bokuto lost his shit. “

I’ve never had a heart attack, but they kill people! And they go for the hospital for those! And she apologized for being a little emotional… that doesn’t seem right, right Kaashi?”

Akaashi agrees, of course. And sends Bokuto off with the advice of “she’s always there for you. All you have to do is be there for her.”

When the next time you had your period rolled around, and you found yourself a little emotional, you did your best to control it. But Bokuto was having none of it.

“Baby, you don’t have to hide it! You can be emotional!! I don’t mind. You always help me when I’m emotional! I can do the same for you. I’ll take the best care of you, I promise!”

You would honestly call it a turning point in your relationship, cause this was when you learned to start really depending on Bo. And you realized just how dependable he could really be.

When Bokuto comes back from practice today, he finds you splayed out on the couch, koala-hugging a pillow, whimpering a “welcome home” between grunts of pain.

Bokuto stays quiet as he walks up to the couch, dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek before stripping his sweaty t-shirt off as he walks off to take a shower.

Once he comes out, fresh and clean, he throws on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts before coming back to find you on the couch.

He grabs your legs, pulls them up, sits down, and then places them in his lap. “Baby, do you want a massage? I can press your legs.”

“You don’t have to, Kou, it’s okay.”

“I want to!” He cheers back as he starts to knead at your calves, moving down to your feet and slowly pressing over your socks.

You sigh and huff, slowly relaxing as the soothing feeling of the pressure applied to your feet counteracts the pain you felt in your lower abdomen.

While Bokuto concentrates intensely on massaging your calves again, he perks up at the sound of a sniffle.

Swinging his head, he sees you slowly dissolving into sobs.

Panicked, he slides your legs onto the couch and comes by your face.

“Baby, did I press too hard? Did I hurt you? Please tell me.”

“No, no, Kou, you’re fine. I’m just- I’m so lucky and blessed to have such a loving amazing boyfriend~” you get the words out as tears stream down your face, turning to look him in his big, gorgeous, gold eyes. “I don’t deserve you, my love.”

Now, for reasons unknown, Bokuto finds himself crying as well.

“Why are you crying!” You cry and laugh out at the same time.

“Because I have such a sweet girlfriend who always showers me in love! Don’t say I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me.”

Cheesy as the exchange was, it was really soft for you. Because you knew Bokuto, and you knew he meant every word exactly as is from the bottom of his heart.

Crying while your laughs got lighter, you pull him in and kiss him all over his face.

He laughs too, and holds your face as he pulls away, swiping the tears from under your eyes. “Your turn!!”

After smothering you with kisses, he picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, so he can love on you more, with enough space for both of you to lay next each other and peacefully drift off to sleep.

A/N: Gym guys who don’t mind their business seriously bother me. I hope you all enjoyed! Requests and commentary are greatly appreciated :D

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years ago

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BTS DRABBLE

It’s never difficult to be around Hoseok or Jimin. Hobi is the actual human form of sunshine 98% of the time, and Jimin is so lovely and sweet and perfect that you wonder on a daily basis if he’s not actually an angel. You’re lucky-you always realize that-but on days like today, when you’re tired and stressed and more than a little crampy-it hits you all over again-just how lucky you actually are. Because with these two men, nothing goes unnoticed, and you never go unloved.

Or rather, Jess writes a fluffy, purely self indulgent, domestic relationship AU featuring JiHope in honor of Hobi’s birthday week. Happy Hobiuary! 💜

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, Jung Hoseok, J-Hope, Hobi, Hoseok, Park Jimin, Jimin, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Poly!BTS, Hoseok x you, Hoseok x reader, Jimin x you, Jimin x reader, Hoseok x Jimin, JiHope, Fluff

Genre: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Title: Champagne Bubbles

It had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

As soon as you had gotten into work that morning, the vet on duty had instantly started yelling-overwhelmed and swamped by cases already-and scared of angering her any further, you hadn’t stopped running since 6 AM.

Cut to the last hour of your shift, and you had somehow managed to get every animal substance known to man on your scrubs-you were fairly certain that last rowdy patient had peed on you more than once-and you looked, and smelled, like someone who was at the end of their metaphorical rope.

However, you still had to take an exam at the nearby university before heading home, and so, throwing your coat on over your soiled clothes, you headed for the library, the world-dark when you left the apartment that morning-dark once more as the moon crested over the nearby buildings.

You failed the exam.

It was hard to drive home-what with the darkened streets and the exhausted tears starting to brim and overflow-but you managed to make it, and pulling into your spot, you allowed yourself to just sit for a moment, forehead resting forlornly on the cold steering wheel.

This day could not get worse.

Famous last words.

Cut to now, as you’re walking up the last flight of stairs to your apartment, and you start to feel the telltale cramping low in your abdomen, the kind that makes you wanna crawl in bed, throw a blanket over your head, and curl up-fetal position-around a hot bean bag.

“Dammit, why.” You groan out, reaching the landing, as you blindly dig your hand into your purse to search for your keys, a simple task, that feels like an impossible trial in your tired state.

Good thing you had been prepared and put in a tampon that morning when you had woken with the impending signs of doom and a headache.

Finally locating your keys, you unlock the door to the darkened apartment and let out a sigh of tired relief as you let your bag slide to the floor right in front of the entrance, kicking off your worn and smelly sneakers without a thought.

Well, without a thought other than getting into a hot shower and falling into your bed with a heating pad and a blanket over your head.

It’s quiet in the apartment, and you wonder briefly, if Jimin and Hobi are already asleep as you creep quietly toward the hallway. You are home a lot later than normal.

You all rise early together every day and split ways in the parking garage-you headed for the emergency vet clinic, Jimin waving cheerfully as he leaves in his old beater for his job as manager at the local coffee shop, and Hobi driving off far too fast on his scooter toward the local arts college, where he teaches dance classes.

You all usually go to bed early too, at the same time, together, but tonight, you’re far later than usual and the apartment is lacking the sunshine of Hobi’s bright smile and Jimin’s soft welcome home embrace.

Your footsteps falter at the kitchen, and suddenly, you let out an audible groan, as your eyes are drawn to the kitchen sink sitting dark in one corner.

Dammit. You still needed to do the breakfast dishes.

Shuffling across the tile of the kitchen, you turn on the hot water and let it wash over your cold, chapped hands for a moment, before your reach into the sink blindly, searching for the first dirty dish.

You glance down in surprise when-after moments of fruitless searching-you find nothing in the sink, and note, suddenly, that it is empty and spotless, the dishes already done and put away in the cabinets.

Interesting.

You don’t allow yourself to dwell on this for long however, before your tired, aching feet are leading you down the dim hallway once more, toward the safety and warmth of the bathroom and the delicious idea of hot, steaming shower for your tired and dirty body.

Pushing open the door, careful to be quiet, in case your boyfriends are truly sleeping like you think, your eyes widen once more in surprise for the second time in as many minutes.

The bathroom is softly aglow with the light of candles, the atmosphere warm and scented like roses and champagne, and in the flickering light, you note that the small bathtub in the corner has been filled to the brim with steaming, lapping water, perfumed with the oily slick of some sort of bath salt.

“What the hell-” You breathe out beneath your breath, and suddenly, you don’t feel so tired anymore, and the corners of your mouth are tilting upward in the start of a fond smile, as you observe the carefully presented scene before you.

First the dishes, and now a bath?

The boys are definitely up to something.

Shucking your heavy coat off onto the bathroom floor, you trek back the way you have just come, and without knocking, push open the door to the bedroom.

The room is dimly lit by the string of clear lights that adorn the wall above the bed-giving it a cozy and soft glow-and by the flickering of a movie playing quietly on the TV.

You lean against the door frame and take in the scene for a moment, the smile on your lips growing unwittingly bigger as you observe your boyfriends, curled up in the middle of the queen bed, piled under several blankets, looking soft and ethereal and altogether incredibly comfortable.

Jimin looks up first, large dark eyes reflecting the light from the tv screen, blonde hair ruffled in an adorable way, as if he has just taken a shower, and smiles when he sees you, eyes creasing into half moons. “Baby girl! you’re back!”

Hobi glances over at Jimin’s words, chin resting on the shorter man’s head where it lays on his chest, and offers you one his breathtaking smiles, and the room becomes a million times lighter, as if the sun has just peeked through the curtains. “Hey beautiful! Long day?”

“Incredibly.” You nod, glancing over to the movie they’re watching. Some action flick you’ve never seen. “What’d you guys do, by the way?” You ask nonchalantly, slightly teasing, as you draw your attention back to them once more.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, sitting up now, full lips drawn into an incredibly cute pout that you struggle to resist.

“You know.” You motion vaguely over your shoulder. “First the dishes, now a bath?” You grin teasingly, shrugging, suddenly all too aware that you’re still in your stinky scrubs. “You guys must have done something really bad to suck up like this.”

“You’d think, right?” Hobi jokes back, laughing loudly, as he slides away from Jimin and stands, and you note, as he comes toward you, that he’s wearing the plaid pajama bottoms you had tried so hard to throw away last year.

He pauses in front of you, quirking his head in an endearing way, and reaches out to tuck back a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Actually though,” He offers you the hint of a soft, heart shaped smile. “We just wanted to spoil you after a long day. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Give us some credit, baby.” Jimin has joined you both at the doorway now, and he yawns, reaching up to ruffle his already disheveled hair, before he shoots you a mischievous smile that makes his eyes light up. “We’re not completely dense.”

“I know.” You laugh now, and the tiredness is showing through again, straining your mirth. “Thank you.” You give them both a fond, affectionate half smile, the best you can do for now.

You have to admit, the bath is calling your name.

“Your bath is gonna get cold.” Jimin states, as if he has read your thoughts, and he leans forward, whether to push you toward the bathroom, or hug you, you don’t know, but you avoid his hold by stepping backward.

“Ew. Don’t touch me, Chim.” You wrinkle your nose as you glance down at your soiled work clothes. “I seriously think I was peed on like fifteen times today.”

Jimin’s brow crinkles, and he shoots you a teasing look of disgust. “Okay. You don’t have to twist my arm. I’ll wait till you’re clean.”

Hobi laughs, and the sound gives you the motivation you need to give them each a little grin and wave, before heading toward the bathroom and the much awaited bath.

******

The bath rejuvenates you, and by the time you return to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel and skin red and raw from soaking, you feel like a completely new person.

Though you can still feel the exhaustion creeping up your bones.

The boys are back in the bed, cuddled up like before, but there is another movie going on the TV now-a chick flick-and the bedside lamp is on.

“You started another movie without me?” You ask playfully, digging through the dresser to find your pajama shorts and tank top, one hand holding the towel securely at your chest.

“You took too long.” Hobi complains around a mouthful of popcorn, his free arm looped loosely around Jimin’s shoulders. “We thought you drowned.”

“And you didn’t check to see?” You jab back, glancing over your shoulder, as you finally locate your clothes, and shoot Hobi a playful glare, eyebrow raised in the man’s direction.

He shrugs. “Didn’t want to miss the movie.”

You roll your eyes, and start to slip your now clean legs into the pajama shorts, beginning to shiver now in the cool air of the room.

“You know, baby girl.” Jimin speaks up now, and his normally lilting tones are darker, sultry, suggestively playful. You glance at him, and he raises a brow at you, teeth sunken slightly into his plush, bottom lip, as his eyes scan the naked expanse of your legs. “You could cut down on time. Just not wear anything. Merely a suggestion.”

You roll your eyes once more, and stick your tongue out at him, before pointedly holding his gaze as you finish putting on the rest of your pajama outfit.

Sliding hurriedly into the warmth of the bed next to Jimin, you are caught off guard to feel the heat of an already hot heating pad beneath the covers, and you glance over questioningly at the two men beside you.

Jimin grins in a way that makes your stomach warm with love and fondness. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think we knew.” He cocks his head at you, blonde hair falling into his eyes. “Come on, baby. You’re as easy to read as a book. And you know we keep track.”

You consider making a teasing remark in return-about them keeping a calendar or something in their phones about the dates of your period-but instead, you decide to simply utter a soft “thank you” as you situate the heating pad, and snuggle down beneath the blankets next to Jimin.

He slides his arm beneath your body and pulls you against him, and his body heat is instantly making your eyes droop slightly and a heavy feeling of comfort wash over your tired muscles as you allow your head to rest heavily on his chest, heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

You glance at the TV and recognize the movie scene that is being played.

You groan. “You guys know I hate this movie.”

“Which is why we’re watching it.” Hobi teases, letting the hand that is resting on Jimin’s shoulder flick so that his long fingers tickle your hair and the top of your head. “It’s time for you to realize what good media is, beautiful.”

“Whatever.” You grumble out, burying your face into Jimin’s side, your eyes already closing, as you breathe in the smell of him-sandalwood and vanilla and something soft that feels like home. “I’m not gonna watch it anyway.”

You feel Jimin press a kiss to the top of your head, and Hobi rest his hand on the crown of your hair, and the affectionate gestures-just to let you know they’re there, that they’ll always be there-make you feel as if you’re home.

You are home.

Because you’re so lucky. Lucky to have them both in your life. Lucky to have two people who make you feel as if home is not a place, but a feeling.

You are the luckiest.

And you realize that every single day.

But days like today-that are terrible and horrible and no good-yet still end here, curled up next to your two favorite people in the whole world, make you realize that the most.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine:

Erik cuddling with Reader while she is on her period/having sex with Reader while she is on her period.

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT, mentions of blood, cuddling, College Boy Erik.

Y/N woke up from an hour nap with her books at the foot of her bed. She was in the middle of studying for her Bio Chemistry class that she had to take as a prerequisite for Dental Hygiene. The pain is what woke her up after tossing and turning. Sharp, painful cramps sprang to life out of nowhere causing her to wince in pain while reaching down to rub her lower belly. Y/N pauses, picking up her phone to check her period app.

“Seriously? I thought this devil was coming tomorrow. Screw probation.”

Y/N called it probation because she couldn’t get any dick that she would surely crave since her menstrual days are her horniest days. Y/N groans, lifting out of her bed carefully in the loose fitted grey sweatpants that her boyfriend, Erik, left when he spent the night a few nights ago. That wasn’t the only thing he left. His durags, t-shirts, sneakers, and some hoodies were in her room as well. Y/N stood up with her shoulders slouched forward and her body feeling weak. Sure enough, as she pulled the waistband to Erik’s sweats, fresh crimson blood stained the crotch area of the pants heavily. Y/N then turned to the bed to see a stain in her white sheets. She was used to this. She wore underwear and certain clothes for things like this but this time around she wasn’t prepared. Frustration flowed through her veins as she walked with her knees buckled to the bathroom for another shower.

Y/N reaches under the sink to grab the peroxide so she could soak and scrub the blood from Erik’s sweats. Stripping naked, she felt the fresh blood trickle down her inner thighs since she always had a heavy flow during her menstrual cycle. Rushing so she wouldn’t stain the new white faux fur rug that she purchased for her bathroom, Y/N steps into the shower the blood only splattering on the edge of the tub. She made the water run hot while she lazily stood under it, staring at the wall and hugging her lower belly. All she wanted right now was a rub of Haagen Dasz coffee ice cream, some herbal tea, her favorite long u-shaped plush pillow that Erik purchased for her and watch crap TV. Another thing Y/N craved was her man’s big, strong arms wrapped around her while he rests his chin on her shoulder. Erik’s rubs to her belly always soothes the ache she felt. Then he gave Y/N soft kisses to her cheek and forehead. She was going to text him when she gets out of the shower.

———————

Pain on 1000, Y/N twists painfully from side to side in her freshly made bed. Erik didn’t reply to her cry for help. Where was her big strong boyfriend when she needed him? Then, it dawned on her. He had an evening course for school since he was going back to become an MRI Technologist. His evening hours where from 6PM to 9PM. It was currently 8:45PM. In the fetal position, Y/N whimpers, tears forcing out of the corners of her eyes like a pipe ready to burst because of how hard she squeezed her eyes. All the medicine in the world couldn’t stop her from being in pain.

As if Erik could hear her cries, Y/N’s phone vibrated with an incoming call. She reached out for her phone from its wireless charger on her bed, hitting the green button to accept his call.

“Baby, baby, where are you?” She spoke before he could even say what’s up or what’s wrong.

“I’m driving, class got out early. Everything okay, love?” Erik asks with concern.

“I need you,” She spoke softly with a whimper, “Can you come be with me?”

“I was going to do that anyway,” Erik chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since a few nights ago I need my baby girl.”

“Good, because my period decided to creep up on me and I’m having cramps right now. I need you to cuddle me and rub my belly.”

“Aww, Damn, no loving for me then, huh?”

“Sorry, Erik,” Y/N’s body tenses up from another affliction that made her tear up more.

“It’s okay. Did you need me to bring anything before I come over?”

“Just some ice cream. The coffee kind.”

“Bet, my sweats still over there, right?”

Y/N knew that he would ask about that. She had them in her washer right now. The blood successfully came out but it took a lot of effort.

“Um...about that-“

“You stained them?”

Y/N felt embarrassed. She didn’t want Erik to think that was disgusting.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you another pair-“

“Girl, chill out. I don’t care about all that I just wanted to know if I needed to make a stop at my place before I came to you. Don’t trip, I don’t give a fuck about that shit.”

Y/N giggles while rolling over into her back, “some guys do-“

“Well, I ain’t some guys, I’m Erik, and I don’t think it’s gross.”

Y/N blushes while biting her lip, “Thank you,” she spoke timidly.

“Always, baby, listen, I just pulled up to 7-eleven I’ll let you know when I’m close, okay?”

“Okay, love you,” Y/N smiles.

“Love you too.”

She adored him.

—————————

Erik Stevens had a key to his girls apartment. He opened the door, stepping inside of her darkened living room. The chain lock secured, Erik takes off his sneakers by the door, heading into the kitchen to grab a spoon for her ice cream. Erik walked down the narrow hallway leading to her bedroom, finding Y/N on the bed laying on her right side staring at the TV. She was currently watching Family Fued. She had on a long plaid buttoned shirt that Erik remembers her purchasing from Good Will since she loved thrifting. Her big brown eyes went from sad to happy in a millisecond when she saw her man. She hopes up onto her knees, arms out like she was a toddler asking to be picked up. Erik smirked, walking over to his girl, bringing his arms around her waist and picking her up from the bed so she could straddle him. Her lips found his, kissing him gently at first before the taste of his tongue took over her senses, her kisses more forceful. Erik’s hands ran over her ass, palming it and squeezing it. She made sounds of pleasure in his mouth, her eyes closed.

“How is my baby feeling?” Erik looked up at her, “You look like you need all my love right now.”

“I do,” Y/N played with one of the strings of Erik’s hoodie, “I need my big, strong man.”

“Aww, my baby is so needy right now,” Erik kisses her forehead, “Come on, let’s get you on the bed.”

Erik lays Y/N down delicately before walking away towards her closet. He removes his khaki colored hoodie, revealing a loose fitted white tee underneath since he has so much muscle mass. He had on another pair of sweats too, the same design except they were black. His kinky fro was covered in a beanie but he snatches that off, using the tips of his fingers to pull out his curls. Y/N always found watching Erik undress to some degree satisfying. Erik comes back to the bed, bringing the 7-eleven bag with him and the spoon. He grabs the ice cream, removing the seal, and sank the fork directly in the middle for her to have at it. Y/N sits up, Erik wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her over in one motion so she would lean against him while his arms rubbed her belly. She went limp against him, making sounds of pleasure and relief to finally have her ice cream and her man.

“Are you going to spend the night with me?” Y/N asks in a sweet voice, “I don’t think I would be able to sleep if you weren’t here.”

“Yeah, baby,” Erik looked from her tongue licking the ice cream from the spoon to her angelic brown eyes, “I’ll keep you nice and warm.”

Y/N giggles, scooping some more ice cream, “You treat me like a princess.”

“It’s because you are.”

Y/N wasn’t helping situations. She smelled like coconut oil, touching her belly made him want to rip the buttons on her plaid shirt so he could see her naked body, the way her curly hair tickles his chin and neck from the pineappled fro she had made his body shiver, and loved to bat those pretty brown eyes at him which got her whatever she wanted. He was horny for her. No sex since a few nights ago. That’s always how it was. Erik craved Y/N every second of every day. Now, his dick was hard and tenting the front of his black sweats. This night was about her and making her feel better but every little thing she did made him horny.

“What do you wanna watch,” Y/N looked over into his eyes, “We can watch Blade.”

“Sure,” Erik was always down to watch that it was a favorite of his, “I really just want to feel your ass on my dick while we cuddle.”

“Baby...stop it,” Y/N rolls her eyes. She was already horny just from him rubbing her belly, “You can’t talk like that when I’m on my period.”

“I can’t help that I’m hard right now and that I need some.”

“You are not helping,” Y/N places the ice cream on her side table in her room, “okay, let’s cuddle.”

Erik helps Y/N down on the bed, pulling the comforter over them both before pulling her close with his big arm. The second Y/N’s ass hit his dick, Erik’s nose went into her curls and his jaw tightened. His hand ran up and down her belly, eyes watching her lashes move up and down from her blinking while she puts on the movie. Erik pushes his dick further between her cheeks, eliciting a tiny moan from Y/N.

“Babyyy,” She complains, “Stop.”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Didn’t you tell me that masturbating and sex helps with cramps?”

“I did,” Y/N looks over her shoulder and back at Erik, “what are you suggesting?”

“I want to have sex so I can make you feel better.”

“Baby...that’s gross,” Y/N chuckles, “Plus, I’m not in the mood I just want to cuddle and be near you.”

“You are in the mood,” Erik reaches up to pinch one of her nipples, “That’s reason number one. Reason number two I can’t figure out since you don’t want me down there.”

“I’m wet regardless because I’m bleeding out,” Y/N cold feel it leaking as she spoke, “It’s messy and too much-“

“I don’t care. It’s a natural thing, Y/N. Period blood doesn’t bother me, girl.”

Y/N didn’t respond, she just turned her head back to watch TV. Even if she did say yes how would that feel? She thought about sex during her probation before but then that all ended because she assumed every guy wouldn’t be in to that. Here comes Erik Stevens, a guy who doesn’t give a fuck and who thinks pussy is pussy no matter what.

“Have you done this before, with another girl?” Y/N was curious.

“Nah. This would be my first time if you let me do it.”

Erik turns Y/N around to face him, using his fingers to stroke some hair from her eyes. Y/N knew that staring into those eyes would make her second guess the disgust she felt about having sex on her cycle. His fingers lightly stroked her lower belly directly over the area that hurt.

“The pain is right there,” Y/N spoke with a crease in her brows.

“Right here?” Erik rubs while looking her in her eyes.

“Uh-huh,” She bites her lip, “That feels good.”

“I can make you feel better though,” Erik pulls the waist band of her floral cotton panties, “Can I see?”

“Why?” Y/N felt her heart race.

“I just wanna see what makes you feel so icky. I wanna see why you’re shying away from me having sex with you.”

“Erik...it’s just not sexy,” She laughs nervously, “I’m bleeding-“

“I don’t care.” Erik reassures her.

“You are serious?” She couldn’t believe it for a second.

“YEAH,” He spoke with annoyance.

“I’m sorry it’s just-I just-I’m shocked I guess.”

Erik gave Y/N a soft smile, “I told you, I’m a different breed of man, Y/N. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Trust me, I do. Everyday.”

Erik leans forward to kiss her before trailing those soft kisses down her neck. He left a wet trail behind each time. Y/N’s body arched and she couldn’t tell the difference between wet pussy versus the blood. What she did feel between her legs however was a throb for attention. Her pussy felt neglected in all of this.

“So, what’s up then? Can you show me?”

Y/N looks away from Erik shyly, “Okay.”

Y/N watches as Erik pulls the comforter back from her legs, her panties revealed. His large hand cupped her pussy, rubbing it up and down. That felt amazing too. Y/N always felt a little sore down there during her cycle. Her legs opened further, her hands shaking from how nervous she was.

“Erik, maybe we shouldn’t-“

“STOP.” He ordered her.

“But, baby,” Y/N gasps when she felt Erik’s finger rub between her pussy lips over her panties.

“Shhh, cut it out,” Erik thumbed her clit, “Stop, tripping, okay?”

“Okay.”

Erik takes his fingers, pulling her panties down and over her knees. She has a tampon on right now. Her panties weren’t stained. Erik folds them and places them on the bed next to him.

“You okay?” He whispered to her.

“Yeah,” She could feel him using the tips of his fingers to spread her, “Baby, Wait, Wait...I have a tampon on,” She was overly bashful, “Why do you want to do this so much? I don’t feel confident.”

“You shouldn’t feel like that. I love you. All of you. I don’t care about blood, ma. It’s the same pussy I fuck when it’s not bleeding. Relax, baby. I got you, okay? Now, let me see.”

“Can I at least remove my tampon first?” Y/N sat up, thighs clenched so blood wouldn’t mess up the bed.

“Go ahead,” Erik helps her from the bed, “I’ll grab a few towels.”

He was dead fucking serious.

Y/N went to her bathroom, closing the door halfway and sitting on her toilet. She removes her tampon, wrapping it, and then throwing it in her trash can. Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. She wanted to try it and see if she liked it but on the other hand she didn’t want to make a mess and appear disgusting. Even though Erik said he did didn’t care there was still a small part of her that thought he did.

“Baby?” Erik’s voice could be heard calling out to her. He smooth, husky voice, “Do you need my help?”

“No, I’m coming,” Y/N wipes herself before flushing the toilet and washing her hands. Quickly, she made it back to the bedroom, Erik laying out black towels with the sheets pulled from the bed. He was in nothing but his black sweats, shirt off and tempting. She gets onto the bed, laying back on the towels with her thighs tightly shut.

“Are you gonna be difficult?” Erik questions with a raised brow, “Because I told you, I don’t give a fuck. Ain’t gonna stop me.”

“I’ll try not to be,” She spoke truthfully.

“Try really hard for me, okay?” Erik got onto his knees in the bed between her legs, “Now, spread your legs for me.”

With a shake of her thighs, Y/N opens them, her beautiful pussy spread open for Erik to see. She couldn’t look at him while he stared at her pussy. Y/N turned away, eyes closed. His silence is what made her close her thighs.

“Did I tell you to close your thighs?”

“No,” Y/N opened them again, “You just didn’t say anything-“

“It’s because I was admiring that pussy, ma. Stop reading into everything.”

“Ugh, okay,” She opens her thighs again, “Just...day something, anything.”

“It’s beautiful, even with the blood, it’s still beautiful.”

Y/N glances at Erik, “Really?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you, wouldn’t do you like that,” Erik takes his fingers to spread her more, “Fuck,”

“Huh?” She got up on her elbows, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Erik didn’t remove his eyes from between her legs, “How could a nigga find this nasty? It ain’t nasty, it’s precious.”

“Erik,” Y/N couldn’t believe that’s how he felt.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” Erik leans over Y/N while his fingers rubbed her clit, “Damn, baby, you’re so damn pretty down there.”

“Erik,” She couldn’t say much but his name. His free hand unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts with extra hard nipples ready to be sucked on.

“Keep saying my name like that. It’s only gon’ make my dick harder,” Lips sucked on her nipples, “You gon’ let Daddy fuck that pretty pussy to make you feel better?”

“Yes,” Her nipples were electrified from his licking and sucking.

“I just want my baby girl to feel better,” Erik picked up the speed of his fingers on Y/N’s clit.

“Mmm, fuck,” Y/N could feel her hips moving in tandem with his motions, “Erik-“

“What?”

“Fuck, Erik, that feels so good.”

“Your so messy on my fingers,” His teeth lightly grazed her left nipple, “Cum on my fingers, girl.”

“Please,” She begged him to keep going. Y/N was past the point of caring about her bleeding when Erik deliciously rubbed her hardened clit the way he did.

“Say my name again,” Erik ran his tongue up Y/N’s neck.

“Erik”

“Good girl. That pussy cumming ain’t it?”

“Uh-huh,”Y/N gasps and pants heavily, “Yes, I’m gonna cum, baby.” She bites down on her bottom lip as her release rocked through her. Her thighs closed around Erik’s hand. She could feel herself creaming on the towels.

“Damn,” Erik looks at his fingers covered in her wetness mixed with blood, “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

“Y/N reaches out to feel on Erik’s dick, “Umph, baby, it’s so fucking hard.”

“I know, that’s why I need you. You ain’t even gotta suck it,” Erik whips his fingers on the towel before getting off the bed to take of his sweats. He pulls out his wallet, grabbing one gold wrapped condom before crawling back onto the bed. Y/N watched Erik’s dick bounce up and down as it stood straight from how solid it is. He was fully erect, 100% rigid. All of that because of how much he needed to be inside of Y/N no matter how much she bled. Erik pulls Y/N’s thighs up and over his shoulders to decrease the amount of mess. With his dick in his grip, Erik slips inside, no resistance, just sliding right in because of how messy she is. It was so slippery from the blood and her natural lubricant. The sensation sent tingles from the tip of his dick all the way down to his heavy sack filled with cum. Erik looked down between her legs to see his condom covered dick crimson. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her fast. That’s how good it felt.

Y/N could feel all of Erik inside her aching pussy. The slippery sex felt so damn good that Y/N couldn’t muster a word or a sound. She wanted to kick herself for not trying this before. She felt the exact same pleasure from when she wasn’t on her period but sloppier and wetter. The noises her pussy made turned her on so much. It was like music.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, girl,” Erik mumbled in her ear, “oooooo I don’t wanna get out of this pussy.”

Y/N drags her nails down Erik’s back, “You don’t have to stop, Daddy, remember, you’re supposed to make me f-feel better,” Y/N’s eyes rolled shut.

“That pussy feeling better already,” He swiveled his hips deeper, “Mmm, girl, I wanna feel you cum on Daddy’s dick while I beat it up.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, yes,” Y/N felt the pressure from his dick dragging over her G-spot and pulling on her clit, “Shit-shit, Daddy, that dick is on my G-spot, Umph, ima squirt-“

Y/N felt the rush of liquid fall to the towels and on Erik’s dick. Her hips moved up and down with his strokes because she needed to feel him inside of her.

“Keep still, let Daddy fuck you,” Erik held her hips in place, “Ain’t so disgusted now are you? The way you fucking me back let’s me know you don’t care about that silly shit. Who in this pussy?”

“Daddy-“

“Daddy a man, baby, Daddy ain’t no little boy. Daddy don’t give a fuck about some blood,” Erik felt her walls hug him, “mmmm, such a greedy little pussy.”

“YES!” Y/N gave herself to him. She couldn’t keep up with his strokes to her walls.

“Damn, you about to make Daddy bust a nut already?” Erik slows down, “This what you do to me, girl, you always get me like this. It don’t matter what you do, you always get Daddy’s dick hard.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so big,” Y/N could feel her warm wet pussy leaking, “you feel so good inside of me.”

Y/N tightened her walls around Erik’s dick, pulling him further inside until his hips let hers. His groomed pubic hair was warm and wet from her blood mixed with her wetness. The more he tried to pull his dick out all the way to the tip, the more she pulled him back with her greedy pussy.

“You don’t want me to go huh? You like me in this pussy? You don’t care about making a bloody fucking mess on me? Answer me.”

“Fuck! No!” Y/N shook her head from side to side, “No, Daddy, I just want you to keep fucking me!”

Erik’s sweaty face rested on Y/N’s cheek while his fingers squeezed the fat of her thighs to keep her still and for leverage so he could pound her pussy. Slippery and messy, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, an arm wrapping around Erik’s neck to hold on while he aggressively pounds her pussy.

“Daddy! Slow down! It’s gonna get everywhere!”

Erik completely ignored her.

“Fuck!!!!! Oh my God, oh, oh, shit, baby, fuck!!!” Y/N opened her mouth and her voice went mute. She beat the on Erik’s back weakly with her fist with her powerful release trying unsuccessfully to get him to slow down since she was overworked and sensitive.

“Baby, fuck, this precious little pussy on you got me cumming, “Y/N’s thighs almost choked him, “Stay fucking still.” He spoke through clenched teeth with a barely audible voice. Y/N stomached the deep penetration she felt and the way her walls tingled while Erik’s dick grew to a cum inspiring length. Filled and stretched, Erik grunts in Y/N’s ear as his cum shot into the condom, filling it up and damn sure almost breaking it with how much he exploded. It was like opening a cap on a shaken soda bottle.

“GODDAMN.” He was swimming in her tight pussy, “GODDAMN GIRL.”

Y/N looked towards the ceiling with disbelief.

“OH MY GOD,” Erik pulled his still hard dick out hesitantly. He still wanted to stay inside of her but his girl was whimpering. The condom was so tight around him from his cum stuffed inside. Erik could see Y/N’s cream coating her clit and labia and all of her menstrual blood mixed with her lubricant making her pretty pink pussy shine and glisten. Her outer lips were puffed and engorged from the beating Erik gave her. Watching her pussy convulse and jump, releasing more cream made Erik want to put on another condom, turn her over, and fuck that pussy some more.

“I actually feel better,” Y/N rubbed her sweaty belly, “I don’t feel the cramps anymore.”

“I told you, baby,” Erik leans forward to kiss her, “Now, you know how we can take care of that, right?”

“Yes,” She smiles weakly, “It was exactly what I needed.”

Erik leans over with a flex of his abs to see her fluids that stained his pubic area. The sight of it turned him on so much. Y/N sat up carefully, her thighs trembling. Even though her cramps were gone, her pussy still aches.

“I’ll run a bath,” Erik walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light and removing the condom. It was heavy with his cum. He grabbed some of Y/N’s natural soak with Aloe Vera, coconut oil, and lavender oil, placing it in her bath and spreading it around with his hand. He walks back to the room, spotting Y/N undressing.

“Come on, we’re taking a bath together.”

“How are you going to fit in my small ass tub. You know your much taller and bigger than me, Erik.”

Erik shrugs, “we’ll make it work. How do you feel though, you’re good?”

“I’m better. You just beat my pussy up, that’s all,” Y/N walks towards him with shaky knees, “Nothing I’m not used to from you, Daddy.”

Erik bites his lip at her, watching her walk past him before his hand reached out to lightly tap her but, “Mhm, that’s right. I’ll beat it up no matter what.”

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #erik killmonger

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topsytervy · 4 years ago

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Valentine's Day ~ Topper Thornton

Blurb: Valentines Day with Topper

Word Count: 1,291

Warnings: swearing, mentions of period and period symptoms(very small and does that need a warning?), spelling/grammar mistakes, i think thats it.

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Topper tied up your hair for you as you sniffled.

"It hurts so bad." You mumbled.

"I know sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head.

This wasn’t exactly how Topper planned spending Valentines with you but it's not like you could exactly tell your period to wait a day.

Technically, your period was supposed to come next week but it decided to bring the misery early and day one always seemed to be there worst with cramps that felt as if someone had one of those squeegee mops and they were trying to get as much water as possible out.

But make it 30 times worse and with spikes instead of a sponge.

You squeezed your eyes together as another cramp came on, making you curl even farther into your fetal position as a tear slid out.

Topper lightly ran his fingertips up and down your back slowly, hoping to bring some comfort.

"I'm sorry, Top."

You felt horrible for this. Topper had planned out an entire day for the two of you and you were in too much pain to move.

"Hey, it's okay, beautiful. It's not your fault." He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I just- you had all these plans and everything and it was going to be perfect and now we can't do anything you wanted to do and-and-" you felt tears fall down your cheeks and Topper was quick to scoop you into his arms.

"Don't even worry about it. At least we still get to be with each other today, right? I'll doordash us some food and we'll just watch tv all day. It'll be just as good as what was planned." Topper wiped at the tears that were falling as he held you, still rubbing your back. "What do you want today to eat, gorgeous?"

You thought about your options before speaking. "Italian sounds good." You sniffed.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, pulling out his phone so he could start the order.

"Spaghetti and breadsticks."

"Alright." Topper kissed the top of your head before starting the order.

He let you choose what to watch to some extent, telling you that anything sad was out of the question. You nodded and scrolled through Netflix, ultimately deciding to settle on The Great British Baking show so that way you didn't miss much plot if you ended up falling asleep.

Towards the end of the first episode, Topper was informed the food was here and excused himself to grab it before bringing it back to your room.

"You wanna try getting up and eating at your desk or do you want to stay where you are sweetheart?" Topper nodded to the desk that sat against the window.

You sat up, hands immediately going to your stomach at the pain that shot through your abdomen. "I'm going to sit at my desk. I'm not going to eat spaghetti on my bed."

You made your way over to your desk and Topper moved whatever study material was there onto your bed and then placed your food in front of you.

He handed you a fork and water that he snagged from the kitchen before coming upstairs and then sat on your floor, eating his own food as his eyes went back and forth from the tv to you.

"What's wrong?" You asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing, baby. I was just thinking about drawing you a nice, hot bath. Does that sound good?"

You nodded as you shoved a forkful of food into your mouth and Topper smiled. "Alright. Just let me know when to start the water."

You nodded again and continued eating, Topper and you exchanging comments about how good some recipes look and who you think was going to win and who you wanted to win.

Topper finished his food first and went out on a search for candles when you told him he could start filling the tub and set them in the bathroom before lighting them. He plugged in the little wax melter you had in there and turned it on to let the wax in there begin melting. He left the clothes and towels for you to pick out and turned on the water, adding your favorite bubble bath and making sure the water was hot enough to help you relax but not enough to burn your skin off.

"Alright, baby. Now you just relax in the tub for a while. I'll be right back." He told you as he finished your food.

You nodded, not really bothering to ask where he was going but smiled when you saw the lit candles. You stripped from your clothes and slowly lowered yourself into the water, letting out a sigh as you felt your muscles relax.

Meanwhile, Topper went up and down each and every aisle in the grocery store, grabbing every snack he knew you liked along with a tub of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of root beer for root beer floats. He stopped and grabbed some Tylenol and Tylenol PM for your pain before walking to where the store kept their flower bouquets and teddy bears for Valentine’s Day. He did one last walkthrough of the store before deciding he had grabbed everything and proceeding to checkout.

He snuck back into your room with a vase from the kitchen and everything he bought, minus the ice cream and root beer, and placed the vase on your desk. He took his water bottle and emptied it into the vase before putting the flowers in. He walked to your bed and layed out the snacks for you to see before sneaking off into the kitchen yet again.

You finally decided that it was time to get out of the tub. The water was getting cold and you had caught yourself nodding off once or twice and thought it was best to not fall asleep in the tub, especially when Topper had left and, as far as you knew, hadn't returned yet.

You pulled on your comfiest pajamas, including Topper's hoodie you were given one night when it had started to rain unexpectedly and you were wearing a white tee-shirt. That was before you two had started dating and you just kept forgetting to return it. When you and Topper officially started dating, you didn't really see any need to keep it stashed in your closet to return it to it's rightful owner.

You walked out of your bathroom, tossing the dirty towel and clothes into the laundry hamper before looking at your bed.

You smiled at the bear and snacks that were now on your bed and turned to grab your snack stash bin when you saw the flowers on your desk. You gasped slightly at the beautiful bouquet as your feet brought you over to where they sat, bringing your nose to the flowers to inhale their scent.

You hummed softly and looked up when you heard Topper enter your room.

"You didn't have to do all this, love." You told him woth a small smile.

Topper just shook his head. "I wanted to make this slightly more bearable for you." He walked over to you and handed you a cup. "Speaking of which, your root beer float, my love."

Your smile widened as you took the cup, bringing a hand up to cup Toppers cheek before placing your lips onto his for a short sweet kiss.

"I love you so much." You whispered to him.

"I love you just as much if not more." He told you before bringing his lips back to yours.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N/N." He pulled away this time, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Happy Valentines Day, Topper."

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#topper obx #topper outer banks #topper thornton #austin north

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imwhumpee · 4 years ago

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Febuwhump 2021--Day 7

[Poisoning-- tw food poisoning, vomit]

Caretaker’s smile makes my heart feel warm as we snap a picture together at dinner in a tiny little place we hadn’t been before. I’m not usually one for trying new things but Caretaker said they wanted to try this place because a friend had recommended it to them.

They give me a kiss on the cheek and we both dig in. My dish smells great. I take a bite and while it tastes okay, there’s an odd aftertaste. I must have made a face because Caretaker chuckles. “Don’t like it? I know you can be a picky eater. Do you wanna order something else?”

I wave them off. “No, no it’s okay. It’s not that bad, just a little off,” I say, taking another bite. “Anyways, how was your day at work?”

We talk and joke a bit throughout the lovely Friday evening for an hour or so. We finish our dinner, pay, and get in the car to head back home before cuddling and watching a movie and heading to bed. I look forward to a lazy day with Caretaker the next day as I snuggle into their arms. They hold me and we drift off to sleep.

I’m jarred awake in the middle of the night. my stomach cramping intensely, causing me to curl up in the fetal position. Nnng..

The shift in movement must have woken Caretaker. They roll over and sleepily ask, “Hey honey, you alright?”

I groan as another set of cramps hit, nausea coming with it. “I..I feel really sick. My stomach is cramping and killing me.”

“Want me to help you to the bathroom in case you throw up?” They stand up, come to my side of the bed and outstretches a hand. I nod and take their hand.

The floor swirls and dizziness catches me off guard. I topple over into Caretaker who manages to hold me up and walk us slowly into the bathroom towards the toilet. It’s good we left when we did. As soon as I kneel, a large cramp causes me to heave.

Caretaker strokes my back. “Good, breathe when you can, honey.”

More heaves and dinner comes back up.

Caretaker patiently watches over me and when there’s nothing left to come up, the nausea fades slightly. “Okay...I think I’m done for now..”

They hand me a glass of water. “Here honey, tiny baby sips.”

I nod, taking the slightest bit of water. They touch my forehead. “You’ve got a fever. Must have been that food you said that tasted funny. Must have given you food poisoning.”

I sigh. Really? I groan and hold my stomach. “If you don’t feel like you’re gonna vomit again, you really should get you comfortable.”

I nod and they help me back into bed. “Oh love I’m so sorry this happened to you. John’s a idiot for recommending me that place after all.”

I have a half laugh and rest weakly against their shoulder. “It’s alright, you couldn’t have known.”

“I suppose,” they say, giving a kiss to my warm and feverish forehead and pulling the blankets around us, “Let me know if I can help at all. Anything.”

“Thank-you-.” I say through gritted teeth of another cramp.

They plump the pillows and hum gently. “Try and sleep, I’m here if something happens, but it’s important you try and get some rest.”

I nod, the dizziness turning into tiredness. Their warmth keeps my feverish chills at bay, their hands gently rubbing my arms to keep me warm and their humming sending me off to sleep.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday7 #whump #imwhumpee #tw vomit #tw food poisoning

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madpanda75 · 6 years ago

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“Happy Birthday Babies!” Part of Hostage Series

The reader FINALLY gives birth to the twins!

I have to say, I re-did this story so many times. I just couldn’t decide what to do with it (should I make it fluffy? Dramatic?) so I’m worried that it’s not my best work and for that I apologize. ❤️

It was a scorching hot summer day. The air conditioner and extra fans you had brought into the living room drowned out the sound of the morning news show playing in the background while you sat on the couch opening a baby gift. “Oh my God!!!” You shrieked. “Rafael! Look!!!”

You heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, your husband nearly tripping over his own feet as he ran into the living room. “What!? What is it?! Is it time?”

“No, it’s not that. Look at these cute baby suspenders my friend got for the twins!” You held up two pairs of matching pink and blue suspenders.

Rafael let out a sigh of relief, clutching his chest, “Cariño, you scared me. I thought you were in labor.”

“Sorry, babe. I just got excited. Aren’t they cute, though? Now the twins will be just like their Papi,” you cooed.

“Adorable,” he smiled and sat next to you on the couch. “Are you sure you’re going to be ok today?”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine,” you rubbed your protruding belly. Although you had wanted to work up until your due date, you were exhausted, uncomfortable and it was becoming increasingly difficult to get around. At your doctor’s request, you had been put on modified bed rest for the past week.

“I’m just saying, I can work from home today if you need me.”

You narrowed your eyes at your husband. “Rafael, I don’t like people hovering over me. Get out while you can,” you teased, looking down at your stomach. “After these two come, you’ll be stuck at home for six weeks.”

He leaned down to kiss your belly twice before placing a kiss on your lips, “You know I never feel stuck with you. I can’t wait to be home with these little ones.”

“I know, sweetie.” You ran your fingers through this hair and straightened his tie when Mila walked into the room. You bit back a laugh when you saw your daughter. She had placed a pillow under her t-shirt and was cradling her faux baby bump.

“I’m on bed rest too!” She sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to you.

Rafael chuckled, “Ok, I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He kissed you and Mila before getting up to finish getting ready for work.

You walked into your bedroom as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Your day had been spent, folding baby clothes, spending some quality mommy-daughter time with Mila. Sitting on your bed, you felt a cramp radiate from your lower back. You had been experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions sporadically the past week, but today they were becoming more frequent. Your whole body tensed. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

“Mommy, ok?” Mila asked, climbing onto your bed.

“I’m fine, baby.” You ran your fingers through her curls. “Do you want to watch a movie before dinner?”

“Yeah!” She jumped out of bed and grabbed a movie, choosing your wedding DVD. She had recently discovered it when you moved into your new apartment. The little girl loved watching her parents, seeing all of her family dance around at the reception, to her it looked like a real life fairytale. Mila snuggled up to your side as you started the movie. “Mommy, you look like a princess!” She said when you came onto the screen.

“Thank you, mi amor. Someday, that’s going to be you and Papi is going to walk you down the aisle,” you kissed the top of her head, watching the movie as Rafael appeared on the screen.

He had tears in his eyes and the biggest, brightest smile as he watched you walk down the aisle towards him. You smiled back, practically running into his arms when you came up to the altar. The four horsemen of the apocalypse could have galloped into that church but neither of you would have noticed, all you could focus on was each other.

Mila was sound asleep, laying on your leg, by the time you and Rafael had your first dance. You didn’t have the heart to move her. Your eyes became shiny with tears watching you and your husband sway on the dance floor. With all the chaos that life brought, the everyday mundane tasks, the exhaustion of being a parent, watching your wedding movie was a nice reminder of the love you and Rafael had for each other and the life you had created out of that love.

As if on cue, your husband came into the bedroom, a smile tugged at his lips when he saw what you were watching. “That was a great day,” he softly said.

“It really was,” you reached out for your him. He took your hand, placing a kiss on your palm and sat next to you.

Winding his arm around your shoulders, he kissed you deeply. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you pulled him closer, returning the kiss when you felt a sharp cramp again. You gasped and clutched your stomach.

Rafael knitted his brows in concern, “Y/N? Are you ok?”

Before you could even respond, you felt a pop followed by a trickle of water, a wet spot forming on the crotch of your leggings. “Raf, my water just broke.”

Ten minutes after you made your announcement, you were sitting in the passenger seat of the car. Rafael sped towards the hospital, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding yours as you breathed through your contractions.

“My mom is going to meet us at the hospital and pick up Mila,” he said, trying to keep calm.

You nodded your head, doubling over and groaning in pain when a particularly intense contraction hit.

“Mommy? Is it time for babies?” Mila asked from the backseat.

You looked back at your daughter, “Si, muñequita, the babies are coming. You’re going to be a big sister.”

A nurse brought over a wheelchair when you arrived at the hospital. “Wait right here, we’ll get a room ready for you,” she said.

“Ohhh ow ow! Oh God!” You winced and held your stomach.

“Mommy, I kiss your boo boo and make it all better,” Mila bent down to kiss your stomach. “It didn’t work,” she mumbled when she saw you were still in pain.

“Breathe, mi amor,” Rafael began to breathe deeply, encouraging you to follow his pattern. You mimicked his breathing even Mila joined in, the three of you inhaling and exhaling when his phone began to buzz. “That’s my mom,” he replied. “Come on, Mila. Let’s go see abuela.”

Your daughter vehemently shook her head and clutched your arm, “No! I’m scared! Wanna stay with you and Mommy.”

You breathed through another contraction and cupped your daughter’s face, trying not to show her how much pain you were in. “Sweetie, I need you to be Mommy’s brave girl and go to abuela. I’m going to see you later, ok?”

“Pinky Promise?” She looked up at you with big green eyes.

“Of course, amorcita.” You kissed her cheeks and locked your pinky with hers before Rafael took her to Lucia.

As you were waiting for Rafael to come back, another wheelchair was brought next to you. Your eyes widened in surprise when you recognized the woman. “Rita?! What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing here? Handing out lollipops!” She clutched her swollen stomach in pain. “Oh God, it feels like I’m shitting out of my vagina, get this child out of me NOW!”

“Congratulations, counselor. Is it Buchanan’s? I didn’t know you two were still an item.”

“Well wonders never cease, detective. I hope this baby doesn’t have as big a head as he does or I’m in trouble,” she growled as a nurse wheeled her away.

Rafael came back and placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes following the woman screaming in pain being led into the maternity ward. “Was that Rita?”

“Yep. A Buchanan/Calhoun baby, that kid is going to rule the world-”

“Or destroy it,” he added.

You gasped in pain, digging your nails into your husband’s arm, “This is a bad one.” Finally a nurse led you down the hall to your room. Rafael walked beside you, squeezing your hand, unable to stop the excitement he felt at meeting the twins.

By the time you were taken to the room and had your vitals checked, your labor had progressed significantly. You were hooked up to a fetal monitor so the doctor could watch the twins’ heartbeats and follow your contractions.

Rafael was an incredible coach. He was patient and gentle, rubbing your back in soothing circles, wiping the sweat off your brow, all while telling you how amazing you were. When Mila was born he didn’t get the chance to support you through your labor and he was determined to make up for it.

You let out a long low groan, squeezing your husband’s hand so tight, his fingers were practically purple. “Fuck, I forgot how much this hurts!”

The contractions were becoming more intense and closer together. “Breathe, Y/N,” Rafael pushed your hair back, inhaling and exhaling with you. “Are you sure you don’t want an epidural?”

You shook your head, “No, I went without meds for Mila. I can do it again. I just wish these two would hurry up.” You placed your hands on your stomach, silently willing your body to give birth already. “Babe, can you get me more ice chips. I want to take advantage before my next contraction hits.”

“Of course, cariño.” He brought you ice chips just when you were hit with a particular bad contraction. You sobbed in pain, clutching onto him as your only source of comfort. “You’re doing great. I’m right here,” he rested his forehead against yours, holding you close.

“How are we feeling?” The doctor asked when she entered the room, entirely too perky for you at that moment.

“In excruciating pain,” you gritted your teeth, whining through a contraction.

She checked the fetal monitor before turning to you, her expression serious, “Mr. and Mrs. Barba, I’m afraid that the monitor is showing some signs of fetal distress.

“Fetal distress. What does that mean?” Rafael asked.

“It means Baby B’s heart rate is dropping. Most likely due to pressure on the umbilical cord. We’re going to give you oxygen and have you lay on your left side, to take the pressure off your major blood vessels. If the heart rate doesn’t pick up, I advise that we do a c-section.” She saw the frightened look on your face and gave you a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Barba. We’re going to take good care of you and your babies.”

A nurse helped to position your body and provided you an oxygen mask. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you breathed deeply into the mask, groaning with every intense contraction. “Raf, I’m scared. I need you.”

Rafael held your hand and cradled your stomach with the other. “Everything will be fine. I’ll be by your side the whole time, I promise,” he whispered.

The baby’s heart rate didn’t come back up and you were quickly being wheeled away into surgery. A nurse stopped Rafael when you reached the operating room, handing him scrubs to change into. You panicked when you lost his grip and reached out for him, “Rafael!?”

“I’ll be right there, honey,” he called out after you. He changed as quickly as possible while the doctor was preparing you for surgery.

You laid on the table, watching as they put up the divider sheet, tears pooling in your eyes. Rafael came into the room and sat by your side. His face half covered by a surgical mask. If it wasn’t for his green eyes, you wouldn’t have recognized him.

“Rafi,” you whimpered, your body shaking from a combination of adrenaline and the spinal anesthesia.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. Rory and Ben are going to be here real soon.” He wiped the tears from your eyes as you listened to the doctor tell you what she was going to do. “I wonder who the twins will look like.” He said, trying to take your mind off the fact that your stomach was being sliced open.

You closed your eyes, trying to envision your children, “I bet they’ll have your eyes. Those Barba genes are strong plus you have the most beautiful eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Just as long as they have your smile. It lights up a room,” he gently stroked your cheek.

You opened your eyes and smiled as you met your husband’s gaze. Letting out a shaky breath, you felt pressure and a firm tug followed by a baby’s cry. “Here’s your baby boy,” the doctor held up a tiny pink squirming baby, crying at the top of his lungs.

The corners of Rafael’s eyes crinkled from above his mask as he smiled, his eyes glossy with tears, he rested his forehead against your temple while you both listened to the cries of your child. “We have a son,” he softly said.

A nurse smiled brightly and placed the infant in your husband’s arms. He leaned closer to you, holding the baby up to your face, his tiny fist brushing up against your cheek. “Benjamin, my beautiful baby boy.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face.

“He’s perfect,” Rafael said, unable to stop his own tears from flowing.

Seconds later, you choked out a sob, when you heard the cries of your second child, a little baby girl. The baby wailed, her eyes closed, fists shaking, unhappy to be ripped from her warm cocoon.

“Shhhh, it’s ok my darling, Mommy’s here,” you cooed as the nurse placed the baby girl in your husband’s arms. “Aurora, my sweet little angel. They’re so perfect.”

“They’re beautiful,” Rafael smiled down at the babies balanced in his arms. His heart swelled at the sound of his children’s cries, until it shattered into a million pieces. He felt as if he was being reborn, experiencing a love that compared to nothing else on this earth. It was the same love he encountered when he first held Mila. All the accolades he had achieved in his life, paled in comparison to that precious perfect moment when he saw his children come into this world.

Two nurses took the babies so they could be weighed and measured. Rafael refused to leave until you were stitched up. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, mi amor,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You leaned into his touch, happy and relieved to have brought two healthy babies into this world with the love of your life by your side.

While Rafael went to get Mila, you were wheeled into recovery. Aurora and Benjamin laid on your chest, fast asleep, holding onto each other’s hand. Aurora yawned in her sleep, snuggling closer to her brother. Your heart just about burst. How could a yawn be so cute?

After having Mila, you didn’t think it was possible to love more, to love harder. You didn’t think your heart had any more room. Oh how wrong you were. A wave of absolute euphoria washed over you, looking down at the two little lives that you had grown and nourished with your body for the past nine months. An intense love poured out of you, creating an invisible line that connected your heart to those of your children, forming a fierce and unbreakable bond.

You gently kissed the tops of their heads and inhaled their sweet scent, admiring their tiny features. Both babies had heads full of dark hair, perfect pink pouts, and chubby cherub cheeks. “Look at all that hair, no wonder you guys gave me so much heartburn,” you mused.

Rafael poked his head through the door, “Honey, I brought someone who wants to see you.” He led Mila into the room. She was wearing her “Big Sister” t-shirt, carrying two little teddy bears for the twins.

“Mommy!!!” She shouted and ran towards you.

Rafael picked her up and placed her on the bed. “Be gentle, muñequita.”

“Hi my sweet girl! I missed you!” You exclaimed, handing one of the babies over to Rafael so you could hug your daughter with your free arm. She looked so big compared to the twins. You couldn’t believe how fast your little girl was growing. Time truly did fly by

“I miss you too!” She leaned forward to gaze at the tiny bundle in your arms, her eyes widening, a big smile firmly planted on her face. “Hi baby!”

“Mila, this is your baby brother, Benjamin.” You held the infant closer for her to see as Rafael sat on the other side of the bed with your little baby girl. “And Papi is holding your baby sister, Aurora.”

Mila looked between the two babies, “They so tiny. Like my dolls.” She exclaimed. “Can I hold them? Peez!”

“Ok, sweetie, but be careful,” you put a pillow on Mila’s lap before gently placing Benjamin in her arms, keeping your hands under hers to help support the baby. “Put your hand under his neck, mija.”

“You cute baby,” Mila said. “I got you a teddy bear.” The little boy stared up at his big sister, opening and closing his mouth several times before scrunching his face up, letting out a little sneeze. “Bless you!” She giggled, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Watching your oldest child hold her sibling, you couldn’t help the tears forming in your eyes. You locked eyes with your husband to see that he was crying too. “I love you,” he silently mouthed.

“I love you too,” you mouthed back.

Your hospital room was packed with visitors. The squad, your parents, Carmen, and Lucia all came to see the new Barba babies, even Mrs. Rojas stopped by. The twins were passed from person to person, everyone “oohing” and “awwing” over the bundles of joy.

“Hiya gorgeous,” Sonny cooed, cradling Aurora in his arms. “You look just like your mommy.”

“Ok, Carisi, it’s my turn. Quit hogging the baby,” Olivia teased as he handed the infant over to her. “Hi Rory, you’re so precious,” she smiled and softly stroked her cheek. The tiny baby stretched her limbs, wiggling in the woman’s arms. “Y/N, she really does look like you.”

“And Ben looks just like his Papi,” Lucia said as the little boy wrapped his hand around his abuela’s finger. “Dios Mio! Que lindo! I feel like I’ve gone back in time holding this handsome boy!” She placed Benjamin upright on her chest, gently bouncing him up and down.

You could’ve sworn you saw Fin wipe away a stray tear when you asked him to be the babies’ godfather. While Amanda and Carmen were overjoyed when you asked if they would be godmothers to the twins.

Amid the excitement, a nurse came in to check on you and the babies. “Five more minutes and then visiting hours are over,” she announced.

“Would you mind taking a picture of us?” You asked, handing her your phone.

“Ok, and then everyone needs to leave. Mommy, Daddy, and babies need their rest.”

Everyone gathered around for the photo. You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. Your son lay in your arms while Rafael held your daughter with Mila sitting between you both. The love you felt surrounded by your family and friends was overwhelming. For years to come, the picture taken from that day would hang in your house, a moment frozen in time that you would remember for the rest of your life.

You were exhausted by the end of the day. Laying in bed with Rafael, you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder while he was finishing up a crossword puzzle from The New York Times. He was spending the night at the hospital with you and the twins.

“Hole,” you said, glancing down at his puzzle.

He peered at you from above his reading glasses, “Excuse me?”

“32 across, evidence left by a moth. The answer is “hole.”

“I would have gotten that,” he mumbled, nudging your shoulder.

“Not with the answer you put for 25 down,” you quipped.

He playfully tapped you on the head with the newspaper before tossing it aside along with his glasses. Rubbing his face with his hands, he let out a long breath. Although not nearly as tired as you were, it had been a long day for the ADA.

“By the way...you looked sexy in those scrubs they made you wear earlier,” you smirked. “If I hadn’t just given birth, I would ask you to play doctor with me.”

Rafael chuckled, “I beg your pardon, but are you hitting on me?”

“Damn right, I am.” You kissed his jawline, his scruff tickling your lips.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “May I remind you that I’m a happily married man with three kids and a smoking hot wife.”

“She won’t mind, she told me so herself,” you teased.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you nuzzled against his chest. “What a day,” he softly said.

“I know...one of the best days of my life,” you yawned, your eyelids feeling heavy.

Rafael looked over at the twins sleeping soundly in their bassinets next to the bed. “I can’t believe they’re actually here, that we made these two perfect little humans.”

You softly snored in response, already fast asleep. He smiled at you, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. “You gave me the most beautiful babies, mi amor,” he whispered before gently getting out of your bed. He slept on a cot next to you, never leaving your side, just like he had promised.

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Don’t Thank Me Yet Chapter 6

Rating: M (blood, gore, torture, violence, guns, ptsd, trauma) Relationships: ritshou, ritsu&shigeo Summary: “Alright then. I’m Shou,” he says, introducing himself more properly this time. “I’m an esper, like you, the first in existence to be forcibly awoken by Claw’s crazy torture machines. They kidnap kids with potential latent psychic powers and break them, over and over, until either their powers emerge or they die. It doesn’t matter either way to them.” His expression hardens as he speaks, clear distaste and outright malice evident in his tone. “I could really use your help here, you know. A partner of sorts, someone to watch my back. What do you say?“ Ritsu hesitates. He isn’t a fighter by any means, and the psychic powers now churning beneath his skin are still very new and frightening. It’s all very overwhelming, but Ritsu can’t help but feel a sort of sickening hope at Shou’s promise for revenge. It did have a sort of dark draw to it. In which Claw is a lot worse than they seem and Shigeo isn’t able to find his brother after he’s kidnapped. Crossposted to AO3: Chapter 6

Chapter 5 // Chapter 7

This one's another in-between chapter leading into next week's penultimate chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, it's a bit longer than I anticipated but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out overall! Thanks to @shutupeleven, @wiz-witch and @soapipia for beta reading for me!

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Shou wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door. He sits up blearily in his bed, rubbing his eyes as he clumsily untangles himself from his blanket and pads over to his bedroom door barefoot. He has no idea what time it is, but it feels early, sunlight peeking in through the blinds on his window and forming shapes on the carpet beneath his feet.

He cracks open the door, expecting Ootsuki or Higashio or maybe even Ritsu, but instead finds himself face-to-face with Shigeo. He blinks a few times, mind still struggling to catch up to his eyes in his sleep-induced stupor. “Ah, it’s you,” he blurts in his surprise. “Er, what’s up?”

Shigeo shuffles on his feet restlessly, and he casts a glance down the hall over his shoulder. He can’t seem to stop moving his hands, crossing and uncrossing his fingers and fiddling with the drawstrings on a hoodie Shou recognizes as being one of Ritsu’s. There’s a bit of sweat on his brow and his expression lacks the careful calm it had held all of last night. “Um, sorry to bother you, I… it’s Ritsu. He’s acting weird, I don’t know what to do,” he admits after a second of quiet, meek and vulnerable as he peers up at Shou.

Shou raises a brow, feeling a bit more awake at the mention of something being wrong with Ritsu. “Weird how?” he urges, opening the door a little further.

Shigeo bites his lip and casts another glance down the hall. Shou follows it, his gaze landing on the door to Ritsu’s bedroom. Was he still sleeping, or had he just woken up? Shigeo explains, “He’s usually such a quiet sleeper, but he’s been… mumbling to himself, I guess? I can’t tell what he’s saying. He’s moving a lot, too, tossing and turning. Is it… should I wake him up?”

Oh, Shou thinks, pushing past Shigeo as he heads for Ritsu’s room. “I think I know what’s going on,” he sighs, slipping through the cracked-open door. Shigeo follows close on his heels, though he hesitates once they’re inside.

Ritsu lays curled up on his side in a fetal position, knees tucked up nearly to his chest beneath the blanket on the floor. His pillow has been discarded, having slid a few feet away at some point during the night, and his hands are fisted tightly in the blanket’s edge. Shou crouches down at his side, catches the little whimpers and half-words that fall from his lips incoherently. His eyes are screwed firmly shut and his forehead is slick from sweat, his bangs sticking to it in a way that makes Shou want to reach out and push them away.

He decides to humor his urge this time, reaching out and tentatively threading his fingers into Ritsu’s bangs. He pushes them up and away from his face, feels the way Ritsu’s whole body twitches under his touch. “Hey, sleeping beauty, time to wake up,” he murmurs. Ritsu’s a light sleeper, and it won’t take more than a little encouragement to bring him back to reality.

This time, it works even faster and easier than Shou’s expecting. Ritsu’s eyes snap open as Shou is removing his hand from his head, sucking in a shaky breath that ends up sounding like more of a gasp than anything else. He lurches up from his spot on the floor and one hand shoots to his chest, clutching the space over his heart like he’s just had the scare of his life. The blanket bunches up around his hips as his head jerks from side to side and his eyes dart around the room in a panic, as though he can’t remember where he is.

“Calm down a bit, you’re fine,” Shou advises, laying a hand on Ritsu’s back between his shoulder blades.

Ritsu turns on him with a jolt, one hand clenching into a fist, and for a moment Shou’s worried that Ritsu might hit him, but then recognition floods his expression and he’s left staring, dumbfounded. He blinks once, twice, then lowers his fist. “Shou? What’s going on?” he asks, voice low and thick from sleep.

“You were having a nightmare,” Shou replies. It’s not the first time this has happened, and he doubts it’ll be the last. “What was it this time?”

Ritsu glances down, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “The usual,” he replies quietly. “Just bad memories, nothing serious--oh, Shige.” He cuts himself off as he finally notices his brother hovering in the doorway.

Shigeo musters up a small smile, but it’s clear from his restless posture that he’s still very concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t know what to do when I saw you tossing and turning like that, so I went and got Suzuki.”

Shou does his best not to flinch at being called by his surname, pressing his lips lightly together and keeping his back pointedly turned to Shigeo.

Ritsu meets his gaze knowingly, frowning ever-so-slightly. “I’m fine,” he reassures his brother, and as he speaks one of his hands moves to rest gently on Shou’s knee, a quiet comfort. “It was just a bad dream, nothing I can’t handle.” He pushes himself to his feet, moving to fold up the blanket that lays bunched up on the carpeted floor.

Shou takes a deep breath and follows suit, snatching up Ritsu’s pillow and tossing it onto the bed. “I would suggest going back to sleep, but it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?” he says, managing a small grin as they all file out of Ritsu’s room and into the kitchen. “Maybe we should just make breakfast.” He glances in Shigeo’s direction briefly and finds the older boy staring right back, his face a mask of apprehension and uncertainty. Shou tries to ignore the way it makes his shoulders twitch, and definitely does not wonder if that look was meant for him to see.

Ritsu pulls a half-empty carton of eggs out of the fridge and sets it out beside a new loaf of bread, declaring that he’s going to make them all eggs and toast. Shou’s fine with that; it means he doesn’t have to cook for himself. He takes a seat at the kitchen table and Shigeo follows his lead, slipping into a seat across from him. Shou wonders for a few seconds if he should try to make small talk with Ritsu’s brother, seeing as he’s become the stranger in the situation, but he can’t think of anything to talk about, and Shigeo seems content enough to sit and wait patiently, so Shou doesn’t speak. His leg bounces restlessly under the table, and his fingers tap on the tabletop occasionally as he rests his chin on his opposite hand and props his elbow up on the wood.

Higashio, Ootsuki, and Fukuda emerge from across the house while Ritsu’s whisking eggs, and things get a bit noisier after that as they crowd around the table and Shou ends up backed into the corner between the table and the living room wall. He half-listens as Shigeo makes his introductions with some prompting from Ritsu, and worms his way out of the corner when he starts to feel cramped.

Restless, he moves into the kitchen and slots himself in beside Ritsu at the counter, wordless taking over toast duty as Ritsu scoots over to make room for him. “Your brother seems like he’s getting along,” he comments, dropping two slices of bread into the toaster and pushing down on the lever without bothing to adjust the settings. He casts a glance back at the kitchen table, where Shigeo seems to be making polite, if tense, conversation with the three other men now crowded around him at the table.

“As well as he can,” Ritsu answers with a little smile, pulling a spatula out of a drawer at his side as he pokes at the whisked eggs in a warm pan. “He’s… he has a lot of questions, still.”

Shou nods his head--who wouldn’t have questions after being practically kidnapped out of their own burning house?--and crosses his arms atop the cold granite counter as he waits for the toast to pop up. “Yeah, I bet. D’you wanna give him the speech, or should I?” He casts Ritsu a sideways glance, but hastily looks away when Ritsu moves to meet his gaze, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Shou’s the leader here, technically, but something about Shigeo makes him feel just the slightest bit uneasy, and he can’t quite place why. Maybe it’s how strong he knows Shigeo’s psychic powers to be. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s Ritsu’s brother. Maybe he’s concerned that Shigeo might do something to jeopardize the mission they have in place. Whatever it is, it’s the source of his restlessness and it’s making him feel uncharacteristically self-conscious about the impression he’s making.

“No, you should be the one to tell him,” Ritsu replies. “He’ll want to hear it from you, at least the stuff I didn’t tell him last night. I didn’t say much about you, or where you came from, and I didn’t tell him about your dad. It’s not really my place.” He reaches over Shou’s head and pulls a plate from the shelf that’s just barely too high for Shou to reach without standing on his toes, and starts to scrape the cooked eggs onto it.

Shou does his best to ignore the way their close proximity makes his heart skip a beat, deftly snatching the toast from the toaster when it pops out for him. “Yeah, okay,” he concedes. He purses his lips, opens his mouth to ask a question and then stumbles over his words, unsure. His own advice flashes across his memory: If you have something to ask, you should just ask it. “How should I--I mean, I don’t--” he bites his lip, resisting the urge to grunt in frustration at his own failure to speak his mind. He’s never had much trouble with words before. “What’s the best way for me to, like, approach this?” he finally manages, clutching his butter knife too tightly in his hand. “With you, I kinda just dumped it on you all at once, and you took it all in stride, but your brother’s different. He didn’t get into this willingly.”

“Neither did I,” Ritsu points out, lifting a brow in Shou’s direction, “and neither did you. None of us chose this. Sure, we could have sat back and let Claw do whatever they wanted, but that wouldn’t have kept them from coming after us, it would have just delayed the inevitable. In a way, we took the only real option we had.”

Shou swallows thickly, feeling his throat tighten. He knows that Ritsu’s trying to reassure him, to give him some sort of confidence boost he can take with him into the no-doubt very personal conversation he’s about to have with Shigeo, but instead it just makes the weight in his stomach feel debilitatingly heavy. “I never wanted you to feel like you were stuck with me. You did have a choice. You still do,” he says, attempting to put some sort of firmness and confidence into his words, but he knows Ritsu. He knows him better than he knows anyone else, knows his morals and his nature. He’s fairly certain he can predict what Ritsu might do in any given situation, and there isn’t a scenario in his mind where Ritsu chooses himself over protecting the people important to him. When he takes that fact into account, he has no doubt whatsoever that Ritsu had made what he had considered the only viable choice at the time: to go along with Shou’s schemes under the assurance that his family would be spared from the fighting. When he thinks of it like this, it really feels more like an ultimatum than a choice.

“Shou,” Ritsu says firmly, and Shou feels him reach over and lay a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades. Shou startles a little at the touch, unable to keep himself from jerking, and when he meets Ritsu’s eyes he finds them filled with confusion and concern. “I’m not stuck with you,” he says, a finality to his words that practically dares Shou to argue. “You’re my best friend, revenge missions and crazy esper cults be damned. We could walk away from this right now and there’s still no way I’d let you wander off too far. You know me better than that.”

Speechless, Shou has to tear his gaze away from Ritsu before he can make a fool of himself. He raises a hand to his face to cover his wobbly smile, trying his best not to let on just how pleased Ritsu’s reassurances make him feel. “I don’t think my old man would appreciate his precious organization being compared to a cult,” he says, but the thought brings a satisfied smirk to his face nonetheless.

“Good, it’s not a compliment,” Ritsu snorts, bumping Shou’s arm with his elbow as he moves to lay breakfast out on the kitchen table. Shou’s left staring after him in a daze as he smoothly addresses the table and they begin to divy up the food he’s thrown together.

Shou’s so busy watching Ritsu, in fact, that he almost doesn’t notice the way Shigeo’s eyes rest on him. He meets Shou’s gaze from across the kitchen, dark eyes locked onto pale blue, and then he offers him a small, thoughtful smile. Shou glances away quickly, pretending not to notice the persistent pink flush that crawls up his neck and warms the tips of his ears. He hovers behind Shigeo and Ritsu at the table as they eat, until Higashio declares that it’s time for their daily patrol to go out.

“Be safe, and keep your eyes open. Claw might be looking for us after last night,” Shou instructs seriously, pointing his fork in their direction as they head for the door.

Higashio raises a hand over his head without looking, a quiet wave. “Yeah, yeah, we always are,” he replies flippantly, and closes the door behind him.

Shou scoffs, not bothering to hide his grimace. “Geez, those guys. They’re too quick to forget who the leader is here,” he grumbles.

Ritsu clears his throat into his hand, a half-hearted attempt to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t we get some fresh air, too?” he suggests, leaning back in his seat beside his brother. “We could go out for a walk. It should be fine as long as we keep out of downtown, right?” He glances up at Shou, hopeful.

Shou hums, considering for a moment. “Well, you and I are likely fine, Ritsu, but your brother’s sure to be on some kind of missing persons list at this point, don’t you think?” he points out, and doesn’t miss the way Shigeo flinches under his observations. “There’s no way no one knew he was home by himself. He’s, what, fourteen?”

“Yes,” Shigeo replies in his quiet, monotone voice. “My neighbor knew. Mom gave me her phone number in case of emergencies. She’s probably the one who called the fire department.”

“The police are going to be looking for him, no doubt, so until we figure out exactly what the plan is, we’ll have to keep him out of the public eye,” Shou continues, setting down his plate and crossing his arms. He casts Shigeo a glance, letting the barest bit of sympathy cross his impassive expression. “Until then, you’re stuck here.”

Shigeo purses his lips and turns his gaze downward to stare at his hands, clenched together atop the table. “It’s not going to be so easy,” he says after a moment. “My parents are going to be frantic trying to get in touch with me, once they hear about the house, but there are other people who will notice I’m gone, too. Hanazawa knows about Claw, he’ll be quick to suspect them when he finds out I’m missing, and then there’s Master Reigen. He might not have noticed yet, but he will when I don’t show up for work today. I won’t… I can’t lie to all of them.” He swallows thickly, expression stubborn.

“That’s easy enough, just don’t answer them,” Shou states casually, as though the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s what Ritsu did.”

Ritsu doesn’t seem to think the same, though, and he jerks around and fixes Shou with a surprisingly fiery glare. “What do you mean, not answer them?” he demands. “You can’t put them through that, Shou, not a second time! It was hard enough when it was just me, I won’t make my parents think they’ve lost two children!”

Shou leans back, away from Ritsu’s outraged words. “Slow down, Ritsu, it’s not like it’s going to be forever--”

“I agree with Ritsu,” Shigeo interrupts, calmer but with the same resolute stubbornness as his brother. “When Ritsu disappeared, it hit everyone really hard. Mom cried for days after the police told her they couldn’t find him, and I know Dad did, too, even if I never saw it myself. There were lots of rumors at school, that he’d been kidnapped or murdered, that he’d run away, things like that, and it really shook everyone up. Even Master…” he trails off, tightening his grip on his clenched hands.

Shou casts a glance at Ritsu as his brother speaks, sees the horror and guilt that intermingle on his face.

Ritsu rests his elbows on the table and lets his face fall into his hands. “Reigen looked for me too?” he infers, voice quiet. “That stupid old man… who asked him?”

Shigeo reaches over to lay a hand quietly on Ritsu’s shoulder, then turns to look up at Shou once more. “My point is, there are people that I can’t just ignore once they find out I’m missing. Even if I do ignore them, they’ll come looking for me. Hanazawa knows to suspect Claw above anyone else, and he’ll go to Reigen for help if he needs to. I’ll need to speak to them, at the very least.”

“We may be able to convince Mom and Dad of some lie until this blows over, but Reigen won’t be so easy,” Ritsu sighs, begrudgingly agreeing with his brother’s observations. “As shady as he is, he’s got the luck of God on his side, and he’s dumb enough to get wrapped up in this without anyone asking for it. Shige is right, we’ll have to tell him something.”

Shou wants to argue, to say that leaving them out of the loop entirely is the safest option, but something tells him that it won’t be taken quite as well the second time around. He sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Fine, you win, but if we’re going to make this work, we’re gonna need one hell of a cover story,” he concedes, sitting down in a chair across from Shigeo and Ritsu and leaning forward against the table. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

---

“I’m going to run to the corner store down the street and pick up a few things,” Ritsu announces, standing up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the living room floor. After discussing their cover story, the three of them had moved into the living room to kill some time, but it was quickly becoming apparent that Ritsu’s a bit more restless than the rest of them are.

Shou glances up from his phone in surprise at this announcement. “Oh, okay. D’you want us to come with?” he asks, but Ritsu just shakes his head.

“I won’t be long,” he assures, slipping his gloved hands through the sleeves of his jacket and tugging on his shoes. “Be back soon,” he adds quickly, and before either Shou or Shigeo have a chance to answer, he slips out the house’s front door and pulls it shut behind him.

Shigeo watches him go, tense in his seat, looking as though he wants to follow but unsure of whether he should. “Will he be alright on his own? Should we go after him?” he asks Shou, clearly concerned to be letting Ritsu out of his sight.

Shou can’t find it in himself to fault Shigeo for being protective. He may not have a sibling himself, but he can imagine, somewhat, how it might feel to be separated from someone you care about for so long. He gives his head a shake. “Nah, Ritsu will be fine. He’s strong, he can take care of himself,” he assures, leaning back against the back of the couch.

Shigeo hums noncommittally, clearly still fighting the urge to follow after his brother after all, but eventually he tears his gaze away from the door. “Suzuki,” he says after a moment, but Shou’s quick to cut him off.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, a bit more harshly than he intends. At Shigeo’s surprised look, he quickly amends, “I don’t like my surname, so you should just call me Shou. It’s shorter, anyway.” His demand comes out mumbled, and he hastily glances away from Shigeo’s face. “Anyway, you probably have a lot of questions for me, right? Now’s the time, if you want to ask them.” He does his best to keep his posture relaxed and his expression free from the nervousness he feels churning in his stomach.

“Ah, that would be alright?” Shigeo confirms, and offers Shou a little nod. “I do have a few questions, still. Ritsu told me a lot last night, but, um, he didn’t say much about you, aside from how you found him and how you’ve been working together.” He shifts in his seat, folding his hands in his lap stiffly. “If you don’t mind telling me, then, why are you fighting, Suzu-Shou?”

Shou sighs softly; this is the question he’d been expecting most of all the ones Shigeo could possibly ask. “I guess you could say I’m intimately involved,” he replies, glancing sideways to meet Shigeo’s gaze and gauge his reactions. “Ritsu probably didn’t tell you this, but my father is the leader of Claw. He raised me on promises that he would control the world with his psychic powers, and then leave it to me when he got bored or kicked the bucket, whichever came first.” He sniffs disdainfully. “I was just a stupid kid, I believed everything he told me. I trusted him… but he betrayed me.”

If the revelation causes Shigeo some kind of shock, Shou thinks he must be very good at hiding it, the quirk of his eyebrows the only real indicator that he hadn’t known already. He breaks eye contact with Shou, gaze turning downward to stare at Shou’s arms.

At first, Shou’s confused by the gesture, until Shigeo says, “You were awakened by them too, weren’t you?” It’s then that Shou recalls the scars that litter his skin, exposed by his T-shirt to anyone who cares to look his way. Knife wounds and burn marks, side-by-side and overlapping one another, cover the lengths of his arms and disappear up and underneath the cloth of his shirt, just a remnant of what he’d endured during his time in Claw’s awakening labs. Shigeo adds, “Ritsu told me about what happened to him, during the time he was held prisoner. Not specifics, but… enough to give me an idea of what it was like. How-how many of you were there?”

Shou can’t help but laugh, impressed. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re way smarter than you let on?” he asks, an attempt to lighten the mood just a bit, but Shigeo has gone completely serious, brow furrowed just a touch and lips turned down in a persistent frown. Shou sighs. “Just me,” he relents, a bit more somberly. “I was the first success. My father saw the potential in me to be as powerful as he is, maybe even stronger, and he wanted to bring that power out. It might have been considered an act of kindness, trying to help me reach my full potential, if he wasn’t so damn psychotic about it.” He spits the words with unhidden remorse, scowling. “He was convinced that horrible pain and fear would lead to the emergence of psychic powers in people who had them, but that only ever worked on me and Ritsu, as far as I know.”

Shigeo bites his lip, looking oddly ruffled as Shou mentions his father’s methods. “I spoke to someone recently who told me that negative emotions are what become fuel for psychic powers,” he says, carefully, as though he’s picking each word with intention. “Fear, anger, sadness, regret, betrayal… he was convinced that a miserable life would give him the power he needed to get revenge on people who had wronged him, so much so that he would make others miserable just to achieve that end.” He stares down at his open palms, gaze hardening, and clenches both of his hands into tight fists. “I’m not a fighter, Shou, I’m sure Ritsu’s already told you. I don’t want to use my powers to hurt others. I don’t want my abilities to become the cause of someone else’s suffering anymore. I was born with incredible natural power, but what good is it if I can’t use it to help people? Unless you can change someone’s mind, they’ll be forever stuck in that dark place.” He leans back in his seat and turns to meet Shou’s gaze once more. “I think… I think the power to change someone’s heart must be much stronger than telekinesis or telepathy,” he says, with a firmness that speaks of the faith he has in his words.

Shou raises a brow at Shigeo. “What, you planning to philosophize my old man into submission? Good luck with that, he’s insane. He doesn’t listen to words, he only cares about himself and his own power. I doubt he’d even acknowledge anyone who can’t keep up with his strength, that’s why I’m going to beat the crap out of him until he comes back to his senses or dies trying,” he says, pounding one fist into his open palm to cement his mission.

“What does Ritsu think about all that?” Shigeo asks, eyes flicking to Shou’s clenched fist for a moment before he looks up again.

Shou leans forward, elbows on his knees. “He and I have already agreed that we’re gonna take him down together,” he replies honestly, even though he’s fairly certain Shigeo isn’t going to like that answer. “It’s not just about my old man, after all. It’s about all the people who died to Claw’s attempts to make another one of me. It’s about Ritsu, who had nothing to do with my shitty family in the first place, and who’s gonna have to carry around those terrible memories for the rest of his life, now. And, it’s about me, too.” He pauses, gaze falling down to his hands as he closes and opens them again. Briefly, he lets his aura be seen, lets the orange light of it wrap around his palms and crawl up his arms. “I inherited these powers from my dad, but I’ll never become like him. If I can use these powers that he passed down to me to destroy his dumb organization at its head, then I’ll know that they were never his to begin with, that they’ve always belonged to me.” He lets out a breath, reigning his aura back in again so that it settles beneath his skin, hidden.

Shigeo nods once, humming thoughtfully. “I can’t say that I agree with you, not all the way, but I think it’s very brave of you to do what you’re doing. You’re much braver than I could ever be,” he says with a small smile. “Ritsu, too. He’s changed a lot since I last saw him.” His voice softens at this, a mournful edge to it that makes Shou falter just a bit. Shigeo continues, “He’s still my little brother, of course, he’s still the smart and reliable boy that I remember from four months ago, but he’s been hurt now, in a way that can't be healed. Both of you have, and it means you understand each other in a way that I can’t.” He lets out a soft sigh, shoulders falling forward as if in defeat. “I don’t know how to help him anymore.”

“I don’t think those things are mutually exclusive,” Shou points out. “You don’t have to empathize with him to help him, and I don’t think he’s changed as much as you think he has. Then again, I didn’t meet him until after the whole ‘torture’ debacle--”

Shigeo flinches at the mention of Ritsu’s torture, and Shou quickly cuts himself off before he says something else upsetting. “In any case, you’ll figure it out. Sure, some stuff has changed, but you’re brothers. You care about him, and he cares about you, so you’ll learn,” he amends with a shrug of his shoulders. “Give it some more time.”

Shigeo hums in affirmation, nodding his agreement, but is distracted by the noise of his phone’s ringtone going off in his pocket. Blinking, he pulls it out and flips it open, eyes widening as he reads the name in the cheap little screen. “It’s my mom,” he says, looking up to meet Shou’s gaze across the couch.

“Answer it,” Shou urges. “Just don’t forget the story we decided on.”

Shigeo gives another little nod and answers the call with the press of a button, holding the phone up to his ear. “Mom?” he greets, and though Shou can’t make the exact words, he can hear a woman’s frantic voice on the other side of the call. “Yes, I’m okay, I wasn’t at the house when it caught fire,” he continues, the lie slipping from his mouth with surprising smoothness. “I’m at Hanazawa’s place. We were studying together when the fire started, so he let me stay overnight.” There’s a long pause after he says this, and Shou strains to hear when Shigeo’s parents might be telling him. He sees Shigeo nod despite the fact that this is a phone call, then he quickly replies, “Okay, I’ll wait for you, then. I’m sure Hanazawa won’t mind if I stay over one more night, until you two can make it back to Japan… don’t apologize, it isn’t your fault. I’m sure the fire department will be able to figure out what caused the fire, but since no one was home, it was probably just a freak accident.” A smile tugs at the corners of Shigeo’s mouth, he notices, small but present all the same. “Yes, I promise I’ll be careful. I know you’re worried, but I’m really fine… Okay. I love you too, bye.”

Shigeo lets the phone fall away from his ear, hanging up the call before letting a sigh escape his mouth. “I don’t like lying to my parents. I really hope this is over soon, my parents won’t be away for much longer. They’re going to go to the airport this afternoon and try to get a flight home as soon as possible, but it’s an international flight, and a long one at that. They won't be able to make it back to Japan for at least a day, maybe longer. I hope you and Ritsu can figure something out by then,” he explains, tucking the phone back into the pocket of his pants. “I’m already hiding the fact that I found Ritsu from them… I don’t want them to be left out for too long.”

Shou nods his agreement. “If all goes well, it won’t be much longer before Claw is old news,” he says, frowning. “It’s a little concerning how fast they were able to figure out Ritsu’s note and send a team after you, though. If they were able to get to you that quickly, it means Claw is in the city somewhere.” He clenches his teeth at this, annoyed. “Damn, and I thought Ritsu and I had already taken out all the Claw bases nearby. Something’s not right about this…”

“I’m sure you’ll figure things out,” Shigeo says with a surprising amount of confidence. “You and Ritsu are both so smart, and you see things so much more clearly than I do. I’m sure everything will work out just fine.” A smile comes to his face at this, and he folds his hands politely in his lap. “That reminds me, I wanted to thank you for looking after Ritsu when I couldn’t. I was a little worried about him being around you, at first, but after getting to talk with you and hearing about you more from Ritsu last night, I’ve changed my mind a bit. I’m glad he had someone to rely on, and that he wasn’t by himself. It makes me feel better knowing he had someone else there to help him.”

Shou blinks, surprised. He’d expected suspicion from Ritsu’s older brother, but he hadn’t ever expected to be thanked. He swallows down his shock, glancing away and raising a hand to cover his mouth in a way he hopes hides it. “No problem, I guess, but it’s not like I did much to take care of him. He takes care of himself just fine,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders in response to Shigeo’s thankfulness.

Shigeo hums, his smile lingering as he looks at Shou and Shou refuses to look back. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he says definitively.

Shou opens his mouth to ask what Shigeo means by this, but he’s interrupted by the house’s front door swinging open. Ritsu appears from around the corner, a plastic bag in each hand. Shou moves to greet him, but the words die in his throat when he notices the frown on his face and the persistent lines that form between his furrowed brows. “What’s up, Ritsu? You look worried,” he asks, sitting up and turning around so he can face Ritsu properly, arms propped up on the couch’s back.

“I don’t know,” Ritsu replies, setting down the bags on the counter. “I can’t help but feel like something’s wrong. I could feel it on my way back from the store, and I could see that other people could feel it too. Like something bad is about to happen.” He gives his head a shake, pursing his lips tightly together.

In his pocket, Shou’s phone rings loudly, cutting off whatever train of thought he might have had toward Ritsu’s odd report. Pulling it out, he glances down at the screen with a frown. He meets Ritsu’s questioning gaze as he friend drifts over to stand behind the couch, and says, “It’s Fukuda. Something must’ve happened.” He quickly answers the call, holding the phone up to his ear. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“Leader? Are you watching the news?” Fukuda’s voice comes tinny and distorted over the speaker.

Shou’s frown deepens, a sense of dread falling over him. “No, what’s on the news?” he demands, turning to glance at the little television set up in the corner of the house’s living room.

He reaches for the television’s remote as Fukuda replies, “They’re playing it on every station. It’s happening, leader.”

Shou flips the television on and changes the channel to a local news station as Ritsu drifts over, leaning on the back of the couch between him and Shigeo. Instead of a news broadcast, however, the television is completely taken up by a man with short-cropped, dark red hair and eyes that are blue and cold and dead to anything other than his own ambition. It’s a face that Shou recognizes instantly: his father, the leader of Claw.

“...far superior to modern weaponry. Let me warn you that it is not advisable to oppose us.” Touichirou’s voice comes clearly over the speakers, his face as motionless and inexpressive as Shou remembers.

“You can’t be serious!” Ritsu gasps from behind his head, shock and nervousness causing his voice to quiver ever-so-slightly. Shou is too stunned to say anything at all, a weight forming in his stomach and a tightness in his chest that grows with every passing second. There’s a ringing in his head that quickly drowns out everything else, Touichirou’s words of war barely registering in his brain as he stares, wide-eyed, at the little television screen. The hand holding his phone against his ear shakes--from anger or fear, he can’t tell--and while he hears Fukuda calling out to him, he can’t find the voice to reply.

“A new world is about to begin,” he hears his father say, and the smug smile Touichirou lets slip causes an anger to flare up in Shou the likes of which he hasn’t felt since running away from home three years ago. “Look forward to it.” His final words leave a chill in the air as the television abruptly goes black and the room is thrown into silence again.

A thick silence hangs in the air, and for a few seconds, no one knows what to say. Then, Shou stands up so fast he nearly moves the couch with him, fisting his hands into his hair with a yell of frustration. “That absolute bastard!” he seethes, stomping one foot on the ground to release some of his pent-up rage. He has to stop himself from accidentally cracking the floor with the force of it, feeling his aura bubbling dangerously close to the surface. “I’m going to punch him in his smug, stupid face! Fukuda!” He snatches up the phone and moves it roughly to his ear, ignoring the noises of surprise that come from Ritsu and Shigeo behind him. “Call Ootsuki and Higashio and tell them to get their asses over here as fast as possible! Find out where that idiot is hiding and meet us there, we’re going in!” He barely waits for Fukuda’s stuttered reply before he shoves the phone back into his pocket.

“Shou,” Shigeo warns, reaching out as though to touch Shou but recoiling before he can make contact. He bites his lip, fingers curling into his palm. “Please, let’s think about this calmly--”

“Shige, it’s fine,” Ritsu interrupts, voice quiet and calm but surprisingly cold as he reaches out and nudges Shigeo’s hand back down to his side. When Shou looks up at him, he sees that his face is contorted in a rare, intense, unbridled rage, so potent that it makes his teeth grind and his hands clench into tight fists. “It’s a little earlier than we thought, but this is what we’ve been waiting for, right?” He meets Shou’s gaze with his resolute stare. “This is our chance, we can’t let the opportunity slip by now!”

Shigeo looks crestfallen at this. Shou can practically feel Shigeo’s desperation to stop them, to beg them not to run headlong into a fight. The thought of being made to back down curdles his blood in a way he can’t describe, and he whips around to face Shigeo with a cold, unwavering glare. “We’re going after my old man and I am going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him until he begs me to spare his life and I don’t care about your opinion! Nothing you say is going to keep me from walking out that door right now, so unless you’re planning on backing us up, I recommend that you just sit here and wait,” he seethes through clenched teeth, an irrational stab of irritation getting the better of him as he jabs a finger in Shigeo’s direction.

Ritsu flinches visibly, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden outburst of harsh words. “Hey, no need to be harsh,” he retorts, but Shigeo just lays a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, Ritsu,” he murmurs, mustering up a small, reassuring smile, but Shou can see the way he forces it. He continues, “I know I can’t make you give up your fight, but I’m not going to sit here and do nothing, either.” He meets Shou’s gaze, a surprising amount of determination in his gaze as he says, “I’m coming with you. If you’re going to fight, then I’ll back you up. Even if I can’t fight, I can at least offer some protection. Maybe I’ll even be able to change someone’s mind.”

Shou falters, his hands falling back to his side. “Huh, I guess I misjudged you,” he says, genuinely surprised that the seemingly gentle, pacifistic Shigeo would want anything at all to do with a fight like this. Ritsu had mentioned his reluctance to fight many times before, but as he looks to Ritsu now he sees that his partner is similarly thrown off, eyes wide as he stares at Shigeo in surprise. Guess Ritsu isn’t the only one who changed over the months, he muses to himself briefly before spinning on his heel and heading for the door. “Okay then, if that’s settled, we’d better get moving. If I had to place my bets, I’d say my old man is probably holed up somewhere in the downtown area, somewhere with a tall building he can keep watch from. Fukuda will let me know the exact location, but it’s still a long way to downtown,” he instructs, pushing open the front door. He turns to face Ritsu and Shigeo one last time before they leave the house, face set in fierce determination.

“It’s now or never, guys. Let’s give my idiot of a father the wake-up call of his lifetime!”

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #ritshou #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #kageyama shigeo #murder #blood #guns #violence #ptsd #trauma #fanfiction #mp100 fanfic #serendipitousfics

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tommybaholland · 6 years ago

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Useless (Doctor!Tom)

(an endearing gif that isn’t mine)

Summary: you don’t feel so well during tom’s night off

Word Count: 4.5K+

A/N: this is for @starksparker‘s 10K Writing Challenge congrats again! nothin special but this was based on something that happened to me last year, so pretty much everything is true, except, ya know, i don’t have a cute nurse bf who looks like tom holland.......

AU: Doctor!Tom

“What movie should we watch?” you called out to your boyfriend, while scrolling through the premium movies on demand.

“Uhh...you choose!” he called back from the kitchen.

You were getting ready to spend a evening in with Tom, who desperately needed it after so many long night shifts at the hospital. You had little time to spend with each other in you daily life, as you worked all day and he was usually gone by the time you got home. And he returned late at night, around 4 am, holding you close to him as you slept before you had to wake up early for your own work shift. But tonight he was all yours and you wanted to make sure it was a chill night with just you, him and Tessa.

You eventually landed on a particular film, clicking on it to start playing. “Tom, hurry up, movie’s starting!”

“Alright, hold on, I’m coming!”

He came around to join you and Tessa on the couch. He sighed in content as he got comfortable next to you, his arm coming arm your shoulder to pull you into his side. His other hand reached across your lap to smooth over Tessa’s head, which rested on your thigh.

“You’re such a good girl, Tess,” he quietly praised.

He then turned to focus on the tv screen, watching the opening Disney logo sequence. “What’re we watching, love?”

“The Incredibles,” you replied while shifting in your seat. You felt a small, sharp pain in your stomach, but you ignored it, thinking it would go away soon.

“Ah, nice. I haven’t seen this movie in ages,” he spoke quietly as the first scene started.

As the movie progressed, so did the pain in your stomach, which only intensified when you laughed at the funny scenes. You tried to keep them to small chuckles while you distracted yourself by listening to Tom’s hearty laugh, making you smile wide. You thrived off his laugh, enjoying this short night you had with him before returning to your day to day routine.

Once movie finished, it was already pretty late and you were tired after a long day at work. You and Tom went into your bedroom and got ready for bed. The pain in your stomach had diminished greatly, only feeling a barely-there cramping.

You laid snuggled into the mattress on your side, ready to sleep, but your boyfriend was still wide awake, hopped up on his messed up sleep schedule. He came up right behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle, squishing you into him. He began placing light kisses into your neck, which turned into open-mouthed, loud smacks on your skin.

You giggled at his eagerness. “What’re you doing?”

He groaned into your skin. “God, I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbled. His hand began to wander, traveling from your stomach down to the band of your pajama shorts. You turned around in his arms just as his fingers began to dip into your panties, facing him with cheek pressed against his chest. You eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his warm skin against yours, embracing him with one hand on his side and the other curled around to rub his back.

“‘M tired, Tommy, ‘m sorry.” You kissed his collarbone affectionately, letting him know you were thinking of him too. He continued his handsy antics, moving his hands down to your ass, smoothing over the fullness before giving your cheeks a squeeze.

“Tom,” you warned with a giggle. You looked up at his innocent face, pouting his lower lip.

“Please, babe? I jus’ wanna love on you,” he pleaded, lightly bumping his chin against your forehead.

“How bout this: if you wake up early enough, we can do something—slow and steamy in the morning?” You offered, pressing your lips into his jaw.

He quickly pushed you onto your back and kissing your forehead before collapsing on top of you, his head resting on your chest. “‘Night, love.”

You giggled at his accepting reaction to your offer, beginning to run your fingers through his hair.

“Goodnight, tommy.”

Tom smiled as he felt the vibration of your chest from your laugh against his cheek, plotting to wake up and get you to stay in bed with him all day after your early morning sexcapades.

Sharp, aching pains roused you from your slumber, making you clutch your stomach. You had shifted onto your side throughout the night, facing away from Tom. You checked your watch, watching the time light up.

2:33am.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. You felt the pain intensify, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed to make your way into the ensuite bathroom. You figured you were cramping from drinking too much water or eating too much Chinese food and just needed to relieve your stomach.

After about 10 minutes of just sitting on the john, you finally decided to give up and try to go back to sleep. You got off the toilet and padded back over to the bed, crawling back into bed next to Tom. You could still feel the intense pains, clutching your arms over your midsection as you sat upright on the mattress, trying to alleviate the pain.

You feel movement behind you as tom grasps your shirt, lightly tugging.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks, his voice groggy with sleep.

“Nothing,” you assure quietly as you lay down on your back. “My stomach just hurts a bit.”

He hummed in response, scooting closer to you, placing his head on your shoulder and his hand on top of your abdomen to rub small circles.

You felt another aching pain rip through your midsection, letting out a quiet groan of discomfort. You turned onto your side, facing away from Tom, curling your body into a fetal position. Tom felt your erratic, shifty movements, sitting up onto his forearm with a hand on your shoulder.

“You sure you’re alright?” He asked again, his voice riddled with concern.

“Yeah, uh, i’ve had pains like these before. Probably just cramps, they’ll go away eventually.”

He pulled his body closer to yours, smoothing his hand down your side and over to the front of your stomach again. He put light pressure on it but was careful not to intensify your pain as he snuggled his nose into your hair.

“I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep,” he whispered, his lovely voice soothing your eyes closed.

You tried to relax, feeling the warm of his skin radiate through the fabric of your shirt and lull you to sleep, but the pain only became more intense. Tom feel your breathing become more labored, the exhales seeming to force themselves out.

You open your eyes and watch as they adjust to the dark room, seeing the outline of your water bottle on the nightstand. You reach your hand out, moaning as your body stretched to grab the bottle. Tom lifted his head up as you moved, watching you grab the bottle and bring it up to your lips for a few sips.

You could feel the cool liquid move into your stomach and sit there as if you had just eaten a whole meal. You turned around on your back, putting your hands beside you to fully straighten up in a sitting position. Tom mirrored your movements, sitting close beside you. He rubbed your back as you held your arms in front of your stomach, almost doubled over in pain.

“I can take you to the hospital if it’s really bothering you, love,” he offered.

“No, no. I’m fine, really.” You turned to him with a toothless smile, trying to tolerate through the pain.

“Was it something you ate, maybe?”

You thought back to when you ordered Chinese take-out, requesting your favorite spicy pad thai and fried rice. But you had never been sick from it before and it had been awhile since you had digested it so it seemed strange to consider as a suspect.

You shook your head before responding further. “Its—ughf—”

You suddenly felt a warm, sour taste creep into your mouth, a wave of nausea coming over you.

You hastily got out of bed and swiftly made your way into the ensuite bathroom, where you leaned over the toilet to dry heave. Tom quickly hopped out of bed to join you in the bathroom, trying to hold your hair back as you wretched. The water that you drank minutes earlier had made its way up, along with some sick, slightly green bile-like substance. You leaned back up, wiping your mouth as you and Tom assessed what was in the bowl.

“Looks like it wasn’t what you ate,” he notes. “Do you feel any better?”

“Seems like it,” you answered, feeling the pain subside.

He face softened at the warmth in your cheeks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “You’re very warm, love.”

You let out a labored sigh as you felt the pain intensify while in his embrace, your nails grazing his sides as you returned the affection.

He rubbed your back as he pulled away, guiding you back to bed. “C’mere, let’s go back to sleep.”

He climbs back into bed with you, but notices your careful movements. You shifted in your spot, trying to get comfortable with the aching that sourced from behind your navel, and was slowly moving to your right side.

“Is it back again?”

You hummed in affirmation, doubling over in your seat again. Tom winces at your deep breathing and pained exhales. He patted at your pillow, getting your attention.

“Here, can you lie back for me. I just want to check something, babe.”

You complied, your head feeling to the softness of your pillow as you laid on your back with your arms still over your stomach. He grabbed your wrists to gently push your hands up so he could pull your shirt up, exposing your midriff. You held your shirt up under your breasts, as his warm hands touched your soft skin.

“Does this hurt?” he asked, lightly pressing into the left side of your abdomen. You said no, allowing him to press higher up, near your hands.

“Here?” Once again, you shook your head.

He pressed near the center, by your bellybutton, which made your breath hitch as he got closer to the pain. He raised his brows at your reaction.

“It’s there, behind my bellybutton,” you confirmed.

“What about here?” He moved to the right, parallel to your navel, making you moan again in pain. Tom’s face dropped at your reaction, possibilities starting to form in his head. “Love, I think–”

He didn’t finish as you began to feel nauseous again, rolling out of the bed again to the bathroom. You dry heaved some more until the same slightly green tinged bile came up once again. Tom comes over to you again, frowning at your heavy breathing once you stopped heaving.

“I think you need to go to the hospital,” he declared, smoothing down your hair.

Tears sprang into your eyes. The pain seemed relentless, but you had never had a serious medical concern like this before, making you hesitate about going with him.

“I-It hurts b-but I don’t wanna go and then find out i-it’s n-nothing,” you admitted, your voice wracked with sobs.

It pained Tom’s heart to see you like this. “I know it’s scary, darling. But I hate seeing you like this and I don’t think this is nothing. I want you to feel better,” he cooed, pulling you into him again. You sobbed into his bare shoulder, wiping at your cheeks and sniffling.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?”

The pain had subsided slightly but it was still present in your gut. “Seven,” you answered, looking up at him.

“Alright, well, it’s your choice but if it’s seven out of ten pain and not going away, I think you should go,” he explained.

You tore your gaze away from him, thinking about your situation. You nodded moments later, concluding that there was no other option. He nodded with you in confirmation. “We’re going to the hospital, okay?” He asked rhetorically as you nodded with a blank look on your face. He pouted at your vacant feature, bringing his hands up to your warm face. “Awh, you’re gonna be okay,” he cooed, pinching your cheeks lightly.

A soft smile grew on your face as you swatted his hands away. He pressed a hand into your back to lead you back into the room, sitting you on the edge of the bed before sauntering over to the open closet.

“I’m gonna throw a shirt and some shoes on and then we can go. Do you want to bring anything with you, sweetheart?”

You sniffled, standing up to slip on some slides. “No,” you replied in a small voice. You grabbed your phone and wallet and looked over to see him, now clothed in a hoodie, grabbing his car keys.

He focused his attention back on you. “Ready?”

You nodded, holding your arms in front of your middle. “Okay, let’s go, darling.”

He led you out into the car and drove at a gentle but quick pace despite your apartment being only less than 10 minutes away from the hospital. He pulled up to the emergency valet, parking the car right there. You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the door, feeling drained and lethargic from what your body was doing to you. Tom was quick to get out and hold the door open for you as you got out.

Tom leads you into the emergency room with a hand on the small of your back. The next half hour was all a blur to you, the lack of sleep catching up with you. Now you were sat in a bed with a bracelet indicating your name and date of birth hanging off your wrist and an IV poking out of your arm. Tom was nowhere to be see, he must have gone back out to park the car properly.

You sat there by yourself for what felt like forever, zoning in and out. The pain in your stomach was still at bay, but you could occasionally feel some harsh ripples. A doctor eventually came back to ask you about your symptoms and explain what tests they were going to run, the first being an ultrasound. He also explained a CT scan process and that you would have to drink contrast before going through the scan.

The contrast solution was delivered to you in a large bowl with a straw sticking the top shortly after he left, which they tried to dilute with many ice cubes. At first you were hesitant to drink it, afraid that you would only throw up again until the nurse pumped some nausea medicine in the pique line where your IV fluids were administered. Soon someone came to get you to take you to the ultrasound, holding your cup of contrast as they urged you to keep drinking it.

Tom still hadn’t returned by the time you were wheeled out of the emergency room and down many hallways until you reached a room with an exam table and a machine. The nurse wheeled you in where you handed her your cup of contrast and laid down on the table, pulling up your shirt like you had for Tom earlier.

“This is going to feel a little cold,” she explained as she squeezed a cool liquid under your bellybutton and began pressing the viewer over top of the substance. She asked you where in hurt many times like Tom had done, and you answered with the same response.

When she was finished the ultrasound, she had you get up from the table and sit back into the wheelchair. She explained that the results would only take 45 minutes and wheeled you back to your spot in the emergency room, where Tom was sitting and waiting for you.

“Hey, love,” he chirped as you smiled wide at the sight of him.

“She’s just had an ultrasound, but we need her to finish this contrast as soon as possible so we can take her for the CT scan,” the nurse relayed out.

He nodded and replied to her while helping you out of the chair. Another nurse came in with a hospital gown and a plastic bag for your other clothes. You undressed down to your underwear and Tom helped you tie the back of the gown. You got back into the bed, where you held your cup of contrast, occasionally taking large gulps. Tom sat beside you in a chair, keeping you company.

“What do you think is wrong, Doctor Holland?” you smirked, wanting to lighten the mood.

“Honestly? I think it’s your appendix, babe. You seemed very tender on that one side,” he answered, causing your face to drop.

“It’s an easy fix though, just a simple surgery,” he reassured you, squeezing the hand he was holding.

You nodded with a small smile. You had never had a major surgery before, you haven’t even gotten your wisdom teeth out yet. You tried not to think too hard about it and went back to finishing the homemade drink.

You eventually finished drinking all the contrast to which Tom got up to get a nurse to roll you into the scanning room.

“We had you drink that liquid, the contrast, which is going to show us all your organs and we’re looking for any that don’t light up,” the nurse began to explain once you were settled on the table of the scanner.

“We’re gonna inject this liquid into the IV and it’s gonna feel like you’re peeing but you’re not so don’t be concerned by it.”

She brought out a syringe to administer the liquid she referred to earlier. “Okay, here it goes.”

You felt the substance spread inside you, your inside growing warm at your lower region.

“Can you raise your arms for me, sweetheart?”

You raised your arms and she went back into the viewing room to start the scan. “Take a deep breath, and slowly exhale,” she instructed through the intercom.

The table underneath you began to move forward under the scanner as you exhaled slowly. You repeated your breathing pattern as you came back out from under the scanner. The nurse has you repeat this process once more.

“All done!” She exclaimed as she came back into the room with you, helping you back into the wheelchair. “These results will take a little longer but you’ll get them as soon as possible. I hope you feel better!”

You smiled graciously as the other nurse wheeled you out and back into your little room where Tom was waiting again. You two sat together again until another nurse came in and asked if you were able to provide a urine sample, to which you gladly complied, wanting to relieve your bladder of all the melted ice and contrast you had to drink.

The next couple hours were dull, you were given some morphine for the pain while you waited for your results. You dozed in and out of sleep but didn’t want to fully fall asleep as you wanted to be awake to find out what was wrong with you.

Finally, your doctor came back into the room with some news. “Okay, so, we got the CT results, and it appears that you do have appendicitis, so I’m going to go ahead and put you at the top of the surgery list and someone should be here soon to come get you.”

You nodded and thanked him, somewhat happy that it wasn’t anything benign as you had just spent the last 5 hours in the hospital doing tests and waiting.

“Looks like someone was right,” Tom spoke up with a smug look on his pretty face.

“Yep, you called it, babe,” you replied in a less than enthusiastic tone.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be in and out like that,” he clicked his fingers together, making a snapping sound, while rubbing your arm affectionately.

“I’m asleep the whole time?”

“Yup, out cold. You won’t feel a thing and you’ll wake up seconds later feeling like your chipper self again,” he mused, smoothing his fingers over some loose strands of you hair.

You nodded at him, reaching out to brush his hair back as the side of his head. He leaned into your touch, fluttering his eyes closed.

“You should rest, tommy. This is usually your bedtime,” you offered.

He nodded and rested his leg against your thigh. You continued to run your fingers through his soft brown locks, the soothing movements lulling him to sleep.

About close to another hour later, one of the surgeon assistants came in to wheel you into the recovery room. There, you removed your underwear and jewellery, handing the items to Tom for him to hold onto while you were in surgery. You put a scrub cap over your hair and then looked over to Tom to say goodbye.

“I’ll be right out here when you come out, okay lovey?” he reassured, cupping your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your jaw.

You nodded, placing your hand on his side as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled away after a few moments, kissing your forehead before you were wheeled into the operating room.

It was very intimating, with the single table in the middle of the room and machines and tools all around. But soon you were laid on the table with your arms spread out wide, looking up at the lights and lonely ceiling. The assistants laid warm blankets over top of your body as the anesthesiologist placed a masked over your nose and mouth.

“This is just some oxygen, okay? Just breathe normally,” he instructed. You soon felt tired, beginning to flutter your eyes closed as you drifted into unconsciousness.

What felt like minutes later, you slowly woke up to the sound of the assistant’s voice, telling you that you’re back in recovery. Then you saw a blurred image of dark unruly hair. Tom smiled at your half-lidded gaze, taking a hold of your hand.

“You did great, love.”

You were wheeled up into a room in the hospital, where they hooked you up to some heavy pain medication. You felt tired but were happy that your stomach pains were gone. Tom followed you up, standing at the edge of your bed.

“The surgeon showed me a picture of your appendix,” Tom grabbed your attention, holding your hand. “It was huge and very inflamed. Part of was even wrapped around your small intestine. He said he caught it right before it burst.”

“Can I take it home in a jar?” you asked, high on the pain meds.

Tom’s jovial laugh rang out in your ears, beginning to play with your fingers. “I wish, sweetheart.”

You were brought some lunch, which was just some soup, as they didn’t want to disrupt your intestines after just having come from surgery. You really just wanted to sleep, but the nurse kept insisting for you to eat.

“I’m sleepy, Tommy,” you admitted once the nurse left.

“I know, babe, but they just want to make sure you have food in your body. You haven’t eaten in a long time,” he reminded you.

You realized how long it had been since you had something to eat, your last meal a little less than 12 hours ago. You took small, slow spoonfuls of soup, Tom sitting there to watch you.

When you were halfway done, Tom stood up from his seat.

“‘M sorry, love, but I have to get ready for my shift,” he frowned at your innocent pout. “But I’ll be sure to come visit you every now and then, alright?”

You nodded reluctantly, reaching out to embrace him one last time before he kissed your cheek and left the room.

You stayed overnight in the hospital, the surgeon wanting to make sure you were recovering okay. Tom kept his promise and made sure to check on you when he could, dressed in his scrubs and kissing you goodnight before you went to sleep. You got little sleep that night, as the nurses came in at various times to wake you up and check your vitals. You vaguely remember

Tom coming in at one point, gently arousing you from your light slumber, smoothing his hand over your hair.

The next day you were able to go home, Tom returning to your room dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt, holding some clothes for you to change into. The surgeon came in to check out the operative area, lifting up your gown to reveal one large dressing bandage over your naval, with two little incisions by your lower region. He cleared you to be discharged, allowing the nurses to instruct you on the antibiotics you had to take for the week, plus some Percocet for the pain.

Once you were allowed to go, you changed into the clothes that Tom brought you and walked back out to his car. You were slightly taken aback by the sunshine, having not seen the light of day for almost two days. Upon reaching the apartment, you went to straight to the bedroom, wanting to catch up on your sleep. Tom came in to tuck you into bed, making sure you were comfortable.

“Get some rest, darling.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across your cheek before exiting the room, letting drift off into a deep slumber.

“You don’t have to stay here with me, y’know,” you pointed out.

“What? You don’t want me here, love?” He questions with an smirk on his face.

“No, I do! It’s just, I don’t wanna take you away from your other patients, who are probably more important than me right now,” you replied as he brought you some water for you to take with your antibiotic pill.

“Nothing is more important than you right now so looks like you’re stuck with me,” he responded at he watched you swallow your pill, throwing an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him. “Anything else I can get for you, love?”

You looked up at him, admiring his pretty face and appreciating his doting behavior while you were recovering.

You thought about it for a moment and shook your head. “Actually,” you started, a thought coming into your head as you ran your hand up his chest, sneaking it into the v-neck of his scrubs, feeling the warmth of his skin on your palm. “I believe I still owe you something slow and steamy.”

His eyes widened, a smile growing on his face, eventually bursting out laughing at your blunt question. “Not until you’re off these pills, babe. They won’t work with your birth control,” he explained.

You bit down on your lower lip while leaning up closer to his face, his arm falling to around your waist. “Aw c’mon, we can be extra careful,” you suggested, running your fingers through his hair while your other hand was still tracing along his chest.

“I don’t think so. Sorry, darling, doctor’s orders,” he replied, winking at you.

A sly smirk grew on your face as you slowly trailed your hand from his chest down to the crotch of his pants, palming his bulge. His breath hitched at your touch as you purred into his ear,

“I’m sure we can think of other things to do.”

A/N: surprise, bitch....i’m back!! wheeeeww this took so much longer than i thought it would, but it turned out to be longer in length as well. i have an idea for a series and want to post a teaser soon, so that should be done by the same time next week,,,,but hopefully a lil earlier. i hope you enjoyed and have soft tom dreams tonight!!!

much love, tommybaholland 🌺

do you like au stories/have you enjoyed the ones i’ve written thus far??