#and my fucking ankle gets sprained after i fall down his stairs

[musicinthebranchesoftheveins]

I wish I was making this shit up

[husbandhoshi]

[9:17 PM]

"no." you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. "nononono."

you thought the worst thing that could happen already happened—you discovered your favorite noodle place wasn't open today, and you were forced to make your peace with that. (albeit with tears. and utter devastation.)

turns out that didn't even scratch the surface of terrible, no good things that could happen today, because now, your roommate junhui is at the front door and he's the absolute last person you want to see today.

on any other day, this would be fine. good, even.

when you first moved in with junhui, you never expected to become good friends. really, you were just happy to have a place to sleep—at first, he was just some guy, and the fact that he was a medical student was a cool bonus.

that is, until you sprained your ankle going down the stairs four months ago. he wrapped it on the futon in the living room and then proceeded to keep you company for the rest of the night while you wrestled with an ice pack. it was then when you learned what it felt like to fall in love, hopelessly and instantly.

you hear him jiggle the door handle again. he likely forgot his keys, and you would let him in until you consider the fact that you look no better than a mole rat at the moment. you woke up this morning with a fever and a wicked headache, and neither of those have gotten better since then. you don't even think you've left your room yet today.

"please don't tell me you're taking a nap," he whines, muffled by the door. "i got pizza."

fuck.

you peel yourself out of bed and catch a glimpse of yourself in your vanity. not good. if you had a choice, you would want to greet him in something other than your two-day pajamas. unfortunately, your only option at the moment is slapping on some lip gloss and calling it a day, and it's now that you begin contemplating the absolute death of a possibility of having a shot with junhui. hot guys like him don't date mole rats, even if they're wearing lip gloss.

finally you reach the front door, resigned to your fate. maybe you really should get back on the apps, as much as you hate to say it.

"sorry," you say as you let junhui in. "i was in bed."

he's in his scrubs, stethoscope round his neck. he must have had a long day today, but he still smiles at you with as much warmth as always. it makes your heart actually hurt, as if you aren't feeling sick enough.

"i figured— 's ok. it's pizza time," he chants. "you eat yet?"

you hide your face as you grab him a plate. the answer is no (soup or bust was your earlier conclusion), but you don't want to risk getting him sick, especially after he spent a whole day in the hospital. it's then when you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning you around.

"hey, you good?" you're met with junhui's eyes, now squinty as he looks you over. "are you sick, or are you just happy to see me? 'cause you look warm."

"um." you swallow hard, feeling bare. if you knew you would be this close to his face, you would have at least run a comb through your hair. "i might have a teeny, tiny little temperature. maybe."

that's all you need to say. he immediately brings the back of his hand to your forehead, and if you weren't already doomed, you sure are now.

"maybe a little more than tiny, huh?" he chuckles. "let me get you some meds."

you like how he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner or guilt you for causing trouble after work. you watch him rifle through the cabinets, muttering to himself about this and that, and you start to feel a little silly about worrying what he thought of you.

"take these," he says, putting a couple of pills in your palm before opening a water bottle for you. "and follow my finger."

you watch him draw a square with his pointer finger before he brings it in between your eyes so they cross.

"i-is everything ok?" you squeak.

"yeah," he laughs. "it's just cute when you do that."

cute?! you thank god he wasn't using that stethoscope on you, because he definitely would have diagnosed you with something right on the spot. instead, you take your meds, grateful that he didn't ask whether or not you had more than a tablespoon of water today (spoiler alert—you didn't).

you're still mentally scrambling to decode what he could possibly be talking about when he bends down to meet your eyes.

"you're lucky. it's not terminal." you try to fight the corners of your mouth from turning up at his incredibly lame joke, but it doesn't work—instead, you smile, and you watch him smile back. "but you should get some rest. i need you alive this weekend."

"w-why?"

you feel your stomach drop to your knees, even though that's anatomically impossible, and you're not sure what a heart attack really is, but you think you just had one.

he needs to stop looking at you like that, or you will do some damage.

"you wanted to go to that new restaurant down the street, right? i have the day off."

"you mean, like a d—"

"like a date." he hands you your water bottle. "i'm asking you on a date. now get some rest, okay?"

you feel like a walking skeleton as he turns you around to face the door to your room. you want to fall to your knees and jump for joy all at once, but you plan to save that for when your bedroom door is shut tight behind you. if the bedhead wasn't enough, acting like even more of a fool in front of him would definitely scare him off.

"i like the lip gloss, by the way," he hollers after you. "nice touch."

you turn back to glare at him, because now he's just bullying you. you wonder how long he knew about your little problem, which would be humiliating if you weren't so down bad.

"what? you love me."

but he's right. you do, you really do. and you guess he just might love you back too.

[grandlinedreams]

hello!! i absolutely adore your stories so i was wondering if you could do one with zoro, and the reader falls down the stairs (but yknow survives, sorry kuina💀) and the reader gets like a broken nose or sprained ankle or something and zoro is just like super worried

i understand if you don’t want to do it but have a great day/night 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'm going to resist making a "down d. stairs" joke but wkdnd absolutely, I can do that!! I hope this is to your liking!!

"I don't see why you're the one carrying this stuff. Didn't you say the old lady had a son? Why can't he do it?"

"Because, Zoro," you sigh as you adjust your grip on the box of carefully wrapped bottles, "Her son broke his arm last week. And it's nice to do things for people when we can." A smile tugs at your lips. "Makes us not seem so bad for a bunch of pirates."

Zoro scoffs. "We're pirates, [name]. We're not supposed to be nice."

"Says the man who ate onigiri off the ground for a little girl," you say, snickering when he aims a glare your way.

"Who told you about that?"

"Who do you think?" You shake your head, amused. "Who knew Roronoa Zoro could be such a softie?"

"You're gonna think softie in a minute," Zoro grumbles, ignoring the fact that his threat makes little to no sense as he trails after you. You're not even sure why he's chosen to tag along ㅡ boredom, perhaps.

"Ah, there you are." The older woman who'd asked for your help in the first place ㅡ Nina, she'd introduced herself as ㅡ pushes away from where she'd been resting on a crate near the door to her home. "I was afraid you'd gotten lost."

"My apologies," you say, "I was joined by one of my crewmates, I hope that you don't mind."

Nina looks at Zoro, her silent assessment making him bristle at the scrutiny before Nina says, "You look like you could use a good meal, the both of you. Why don't you stay for lunch? It's the least I can do."

Zoro frowns. "No wㅡ"

"We'd love to," you interrupt, silencing him with the hard jab of your elbow into his ribs. When Nina turns and heads down the hallway, you hiss, "Zoro, don't be rude."

He opens his mouth to say something, only to halt as Nina returns. "Could you take those downstairs for me, dear? And would your friend mind helping me with lunch?"

Part of you balks at the idea of Zoro helping Nina with food ㅡ after all, there's a reason he isn't trusted in the kitchen ㅡ but Zoro is answeing for you before you can stop him.

"I'm on it. Whatever gets us out of here faster." Nina seems unphased by his attitude, and he dodges the kick you aim at the back of his leg with a smirk.

"Brat," you huff, then peer around for the aforementioned stairs. There's a solitary door nearby, and you prop the box on your hip to open it, finding a set of stairs descending down below.

Given the dim lighting, your descent is slow. Taking it step by step, you shiver at the draft of damp, musty air that sweeps up towards you, tightening your grip on the box.

It happens when you're about two thirds of the way down the steps. The stairs are undeniably damp now, slick with condensation ㅡ and then you're losing your footing and tumbling down the last handful of steps.

Reflex can only do so much and with both arms occupied by the box of bottles, you have no way to brace yourself. Your shoulder slams into concrete first, followed by the crack of your head bouncing off it as well, making your vision blur with the searing pain that follows.

"Fuck," you breathe as you push yourself upright, hissing at the throbbing of your shoulder before you freeze at the slow slip of something from your nose. Bringing your hand up to swipe your fingers against it, you don't need good lighting to know what the sticky warmth is. "Well, shit."

You take a minute to assess the damage. The box of brown paper wrapped bottles is unbroken ㅡ you wish you could say the same for yourself. There's the deep throb of pain from your shoulder that all the way down into your fingertips, then the blood oozing from your nose.

Nothing is broken ㅡ you hope, anyways. It takes a minute to ease yourself onto your feet, closing your eyes against the way it makes your head spin for a second before you head back up the stairs.

You grip the railing as tight as you can, half-pulling yourself up the steps. By the time you reach the top your other arm is straddling somewhere between pins and needles and being completely numb, and you're certain blood from your nose has dripped onto your clothing.

Opening the door, you shut it behind you and rest against it for a moment before moving towards the faint sound of voices coming from Nina's kitchen.

"Oi, what took you so long?" Zoro asks, teasing in his tone as he turns from where he's picking up a plate of sandwiches (made by Nina, who hadn't really needed help so much as wanted company) ㅡ and freezing when he spots you.

You've clapped a hand over your nose to hide most of it, but there's nothing to be done for the limp weight of your arm or the mess you've made of your shirt.

"Oh dear!" Nina hurries forward, concern clear on her face as she stares at you. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I slipped on one of the stairs," you say, "Nothing in the box broke, though."

"That's hardly important right now," Nina huffs. "I've told Luke we need to fix things downstairs before somebody gets hurt, and now look at you."

"I'll be okay, don't worry," you tell Nina and look towards Zoro in silent plea for him to help back you up, only to find that he's still staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"Poor thing," coos Nina. "I know I have a first-aid kit around here somewhere, and I can make you an ice-pack..."

"That's really not necessary, Miss Nina." Her fussing is starting to make you a little uncomfortable, especially given that you've had far worse than this. "I'll beㅡ"

"We're leaving." Zoro's tone is sharp as he strides towards you, ignoring the way your brow furrows.

"What aboutㅡ" You yelp as Zoro lifts you up, all but slinging you over his shoulder and leaving you to prop yourself up against his back. "Zoro! Put me down!"

"Sorry about this, but we're leaving." Zoro opts to completely ignore you, arm locked against your legs and undeterred by the way you squirm. "We have a doctor back on our ship who can patch them up."

Nina looks like she wants to argue for a moment before she nods, slipping ahead of Zoro to open the door for him. You struggle harder, smacking your good hand against Zoro's back.

"Stop treating me like I'm a sack of potatoes!" Zoro waits until he's a good bit away from Nina's before he halts, and your hope that he's going to listen to you is crushed by the way he simply adjusts so that now he's got you in a princess carry. "Zoro!"

"Quit complaining," Zoro bites back, "you want to drip blood everywhere?"

You quiet for a moment. "...Sunny's to the left." Zoro turns, and you groan. "Your other left." Zoro grips you a little tighter, but otherwise doesn't snap back as he follows your instructions. "I don't get what the big deal is, anyways. So I fell down the steps a little and now I have a bloody nose, but I'm fine."

Zoro's grip tightens to the point that it almost hurts. "Kuina."

Your head tilts. "Kuina? Your childhood friend?" He'd mentioned her to you once or twice before, the fact that she was part of his driving force to become the world's best swordsman. He'd gone tightlipped when you asked what had happened to her, and you knew better than to press.

"...she fell down the stairs," he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. "And...she died."

Oh. Guilt pools in your stomach, sinking feeling flooding your veins as Zoro walks. No wonder he'd given you that look at your flippancy of your situation. "Zoro, Iㅡ"

"It's fine." His tone is flat. "It was a long time ago."

You know that it isn't fine, that Zoro's too stubborn to admit when something bothers him like this ㅡ so you sigh, letting the tension in your muscles ease. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. Not any time soon."

Zoro says nothing at first and you think maybe you've said something wrong in trying to comfort him ㅡ and then his grip softens on you, just a little. "Good," he says, and you can hear the relief in his tone. "It'd be boring without you."

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 • 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄

SUMMARY: Can I please have one where Kylian and reader have an argument, he walks out, she tries to hold back her tears until she goes upstairs into the bathroom and trips over a stair, sprains her ankle, she screams in pain and tries to phone Kylian but no answer, she goes into the kitchen to get an ice pack and goes to sleep until he comes home, he finds her waking up, he admits he fucked up and apologises, he asks her questions on why there’s ice but she says she’s ok until he sees her swollen ankle, takes her to hospital and doesn’t leave her side (I’d love to see comfort Kylian at the end) pleaseeee💕 @megannandrewss (happy birthday 🎂🎂)

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning: broken ankle, arguing (a little), cursing

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader

Enjoy

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The argument you and kylian were having has been going on for the past 30 minutes. It was about kylian not spending enough time with you. He was always away for games and training which you were fine with, but whenever he had a break he’d always spend it with his friends and not with you. At first you brushed it off, but as it kept happening you knew you needed to confront him about it.

It wasn’t going so well.

“Kylian you’re not listening to me!” you yelled. “All I’m asking is for you to spend time with me instead of going out with your friends all the time. That’s all I’m asking.”

“You don’t want me to hangout with my friends? You can’t be serious right now y/n.”

You groaned in frustration. It was like he was missing your point on purpose.

“that’s not what I’m fucking saying!” you sighed. “All I’m asking is for you to take one weekend off for hanging out with your friends and spend it with me. You’ve barely spent any time with me these past few months. I.. I don’t even feel like I’m in a relationship with you anymore. You are never here with me.”

You looked over at kylian as you finished. His jaw was clenched. “Do you want to be in a relationship with me?” kylian asked out of the blue. You frowned.

“Yes! Of course I do! that’s why I’m coming to you and asking you to spend time with me.” Tears started to form in your eyes. You felt sick to your stomach at the thought of not being with him. You love kylian more than anything. You didn’t want to lose him.

Kylian sighed. “I need a minute. I’m afraid I will say something stupid so I’m going to go for a walk.” Before you could say anything to him he grabbed his phone and keys. He walked out of the apartment, closing the door with a slam.

There was no way for you to control the tears from spilling from your eyes once the door shut. You hated how stubborn kylian is. From your 2 years of dating you realized he could never admit when he was wrong. At least not right away.

You wiped your tears as they kept falling from your eyes. Man you fucking hated how sensitive you were. After a couple of minutes of crying you grew exhausted.

You walked over to the stairs. You climbed them so you can get to the bedroom so you could take a nap.

It was a mistake climbing the stairs while crying. As you were Half way up the stairs you managed to miss a step causing you to come down badly on your right ankle.

“FUCK!” you cried out as the pain took over your body.

Through your blurry eyes you looked down at your ankle once you sat down. It was starting to get swollen. You were sure you sprained it or even worse broke it.

You let out a cry when you moved your leg to a better position. It hurt badly, you weren’t even sure if you could get up the stairs anymore.

You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and quickly dialed Kylian number with shaky hands. The phone rung and rung before it went to voicemail. He couldn’t be this pissed to not pick up your calls.

You tried again three more times but the phone went straight to voicemail every time. A fresh wave of tears formed in your eyes as you turned your phone off in defeat.

You weren’t sure if you hate kylian or yourself more right now.

You sat on the stairs for a couple of minutes before you came to realization. You couldn’t stay on these stairs all night. You needed to get up and help yourself since kylian clearly wasn’t.

You scooted yourself down the stairs slowly until you reached the bottom. With your good leg you lifted yourself up until you were standing.

You hopped over to the kitchen for something frozen you could put on your swollen ankle. After looking through the freezer, you found a bag of frozen peas you could use as an ice pack. Shutting the door, you hopped over to the couch that wasn’t to far away and sat down.

You lifted your leg up onto the couch. You wince as you placed the ice on the blazing ankle.

You didn’t notice how you fell asleep five minutes after that due to exhaustion. You managed to sleep for 20 minutes before you woke up to the door being open.

“Bébé.” Kylian called out. You didn’t answer due to the sleep still taking over your body.

“Bébé.” Kylian sighs. “I’m sorry I was being a jerk.” He didn’t notice your ankle as he walked over to the couch and kneeled down to your level. He ran his thumb over your cheek as he looked at your eyes that didn’t meet his. That broke his heart.

“You’ve been crying?” he asked, regret on his face.

All you could do was nod. “je suis désolé mon amour. j'ai merdé ” Kylian leaned in and kissed your cheek multiple times. (I’m sorry my love. I fucked up)

“Kylian it’s fine. Just let it be.”

Kylian nodded. He leans down and kissed your lips this time.

kylian pulled away and stood up. As he looked down your body his eyes landed on your ankle. He frowned.

“Whys there peas on your ankle?” kylian stood up and reached for the frozen vegetable. The swollen red area came into his view causing him to groan.

“I was going up the stairs and a missed a step. Came down pretty bad on my ankle.”

“Chéri why didn’t you tell me.”

“Kylian I tried to” you adjusted yourself the best you could without moving your leg before continuing “but you weren’t answering your phone.”

Guilt washed over kylian. “im so sorry baby.” Kylian cursed himself under his breath, his eyes didn’t leave your ankle.

“maybe we should go see a doctor.”

“its fine. Maybe it’s just a sprain.”

“No.” kylian shook his head. “I’ve seen sprains before, they don’t look like that. We’re going to the doctor ok?”

You nodded softly.

--

It took 15 minutes for kylian to get you in the car and drive you to the hospital. When you arrived they checked you in, inspected your ankle and confirmed that you did in fact break your ankle.

Now you were sitting in one of the rooms with kylian waiting for the doctor to tell you what they were going to next.

The room was silent except for the TV playing quietly on the wall. Although your eyes were glued to the TV, kylian was on you.

He hated how he abandoned you because he was mad you wanted him to spend time with you. He hated how he let you down but not being their when you got hurt. He let his emotions get the best of him and he would do anything to make it up to you.

"Love.”

You turned to kylian. “Yes?”

Kylian got up from his chair and walked over to the bed he sat on the end doing his best to avoid your leg. “What can I do to make it up to you.”

“Make what up to me ky?”

“Make up for being a jerk!”

You sighed. “Kylian-“

“Don’t say I’m not because I am. I owe you now tell me what I can do.”

You looked at the man in front of you. His brown eyes stayed on you as he waited for you to speak.

“Well for starters you can spend time with me.”

Kylian nodded. “Of course. I’ll spend the rest of the week with you. No friends, no nothing. Just you.”

“perfect.” You smiled. “Oh and you can also kiss me because I miss your lips.”

Kylian smirked. “I can definitely do that.” Kylian scooted up the bed and kissed you.

Your hands found the back of his neck, you pulled him in impossibly closer and kissed him deeper.

You were hoping you could kiss kylian for longer but unfortunately for you both the doctor walked in.

You both pulled apart awkwardly as she tried her best not to laugh. You will resume that later but you were happy that you were going to have kylian all to yourself

[rainisawriter]

Strange One – Takeshi (PSF #8)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Prompt: Rainy Day (@flufftober)

Word Count: 3,099

Pairing: Reader x Takeshi

World: High&Low

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You scratched your cheek as you stared at the paper in your hand, trying to decipher the map that Tettsu had drawn you. Honestly, you were pretty sure a toddler could have done better. He even used crayon to draw it, claiming he couldn’t find a pen.

You were already late to the meeting but it wasn’t your fault. No one could have deciphered the damn thing. Shaking your head, you tugged your phone out of your pocket to call up Dan and get proper directions.

“Shit,” you cursed, seeing the low battery warning flash across the screen. You tried to send a quick SOS text to him instead but the phone shut off before you could send it. “Could this week get any worse?”

It had been a rough one for sure. Your dad hadn’t been able to pay the bills so you were kicked out of the house, forcing you both to return to the Sword area to stay with your cousin, Tettsu, and his family. It had been a long time since you were back here so nothing felt familiar. The five gangs hadn’t existed back then, either.

The day you arrived, some thugs tried to mug your dad so you ended up getting into a fight and, though you did kick their asses, you got a knife wound for your trouble. Not only that, but your dad was struggling to find a new job after having been laid off. You couldn’t find one, either.

On the fourth day of being back, you nearly got run over by a car and then your dad fell down the stairs because he was drunk, breaking his arm in three places and spraining his ankle. You were beginning to think this damned place was cursed though, thinking about it, your life wasn’t much better back home either.

Thunder rumbled overhead, dark clouds filling the night sky. 

“Motherfu -“

With another clap of thunder, the sky opened up, sheets of freezing rain falling on you. You took off down the street, looking for some place you could duck under to escape the rain. You spied an open door up ahead and rushed inside without a second thought, running your hand through your hair before tugging off your hoodie. It had absorbed most of the rain, though your shirt was damp.

You loved the rain. To you, it was peaceful and relaxing, but you didn’t enjoy being caught in the rain. You hated the feeling of wearing wet clothes, the weight of them pushing down on you and rubbing against your skin. 

You glanced around the dark room. It appeared to be a small apartment, though it was run down and messy. A torn, dirty couch sat on one side with a small table on the opposite side. Directly to the right of the door was a small kitchen sitting in the corner, though it hardly looked functioning. The back wall was caved in, making it impossible to go farther.

A small round candle sat on the counter, half used up with a lighter sitting beside it. You glanced around for any sign of life and saw none, so you chose to light the candle. The room looked even worse with the candle illuminating it and you were fairly certain that it was not safe to be in.

Rain pounded against the side of the building with a metallic twang and the building shook when the thunder roared overhead.

You sighed, falling onto the couch only to wince as a spring jabbed into my ass. I shifted off it, wrinkling my nose at the layer of dust covering the orange sofa. Setting the candle on the makeshift coffee table, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, imagining all the ways you were gonna kill Tettsu when you got back home.

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“Oi, wake up!” A hand roughly shook your shoulder, knocking you from sleep.

“Fuck off, Tettsu,” you muttered tiredly. “Was having a great dream.

When you tried to roll over and go back to sleep, the hand shook your shoulder again.

“I said fu -” You turned to glare at your cousin, but it wasn’t him that was standing over you. You blinked a few times, glancing around the room. This was definitely not your bedroom. “The hell are you?”

He folded his arms over his chest, brown eyes narrowed at you. “That’s my question.”

“I asked first.”

“Hah?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Are you five?”

“No, I just live with one. Tends to rub off on you.” You sat up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. Your back was killing you and your neck felt stiff. “Where am I?”

“Nameless Street.”

“Who the hell names something Nameless? That’s dumb.”

“Who are you?” He demanded, eyes scanning you for anything that could identify you or who you were with. “You don’t belong here.”

“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, pulling yourself to your feet as you eyed the guy in front of you. He was pretty damn cute, you couldn’t lie. “You can untwist your panties, I’m leaving.”

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me who you are.”

You scoffed, flexing your hand. “Look, man, I’m sore, tired, and had a really shitty week. Get out of my way before I make you.”

The corner of his lips twitched up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You can try, but you won’t get very far.”

You acted as if you were trying to step past him before throwing your fist at his face. He dodged, grabbing your wrist before kicking your foot back to make you lose your balance. You stumbled but stayed upright, dodging his foot when he tried to kick you in the ribs. The floor was covered in dust so both of you kept sliding across it as you exchanged blows.

You tried to use this to your advantage, throwing your weight against him. It worked, his back hitting the floor with a grunt. You rushed for the door but he grabbed your ankle, a cry leaving your lips as you fell forward, just barely able to place your fall with your arms.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, attempting to kick him in the balls but he dodged, pinning your legs beneath one knee, the other over your right arm, pinning it to the ground. You tried to punch him with your free hand but he grabbed it, pinning it beside your head as he hovered above you. Both of you were breathing heavily, glaring at each other.

“I’ve reconsidered,” you huffed, his grip like iron on your wrist. “I’ll tell you who I am if you get your fat ass off me.”

He scoffed. “This isn’t a negotiation.”

“I’m not a terrorist, man.”

“Huh?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

“You’re not supposed to negotiate with terrorists, but I’m not a terrorist,” you grinned. “So negotiate with me.”

“You’re really strange.”

“Thanks. It’s my best quality.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I took it as one.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as if to rid himself of anything distracting him from his task. “Who do you work for?”

“No one. Actually, I’m looking for a job so if you know someone who’s hiring, can you -“

He pressed his knee harder against your arm, looking annoyed. “Stop playing games.”

“Ow, ow, ow! Okay, fucking hell!” You tried to pull your arm free but he was like an immovable object on top of you. It was then that you remembered the knife in your pocket. It would be hard to grab it but it was your only option. “I’ll tell you everything, just… get off me, please. You’re really hurting me, man.”

His eyes softened a bit, his bottom lip between his teeth as he considered the request. “Will you behave?”

“Scout’s honor.”

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he slowly removed his weight, standing up and extending his hand out to you. In the blink of an eye, you pulled out the blade and tried to stab his hand. He managed to pull back but the blade sliced across his palm, making him hiss in pain.

“I was never a scout, fuckface,” you scowled at him before taking off out of the house. It was late morning by this point, rain still falling from the cloud covered sky.

“Get back here!” His feet pounded the ground as he ran after you and you could hear feet running along the pipes above you.

You cursed, turning abruptly in an attempt to lose them. They continued to chase you, gaining on you, but they stopped abruptly when you darted through the gate of Nameless City, heading toward Sannoh. You glanced over your shoulder to see the brunette glaring at you, clutching his hand. A bunch of guys appeared around him, a redhead at his side.

You had no idea why they stopped pursuing you, but you took it as a win, grinning at him and flicking him off. He scowled, moving forward as if he were going to resume the chase and you took off, running until your legs turned to jelly.

You fell back against a building, sliding down to the ground with a groan. “I hate you so much, Tettsu.”

“I love you, too, cousin.”

Your head snapped up, seeing Tettsu and Chiharu standing in front of you, one grinning while the other looked concerned. You were filled with a sudden burst of energy as you jumped up, kicking him hard in the gut.

“Motherfucker, do you have any idea what I went through because of you, huh? You and your stupid dreams of being an artist!”

He scowled, dodging a second kick. “My dreams aren’t stupid! It’s not my fault you’re too dumb to read a map!”

“Hah?! No one could make sense of that shit! Come ‘ere and let me murder you!”

“No way in hell!”

Chiharu sighed as he watched you chasing your cousin, the two of you exchanging insults as you tried to injure him. Unfortunately for you, dodging was Tettsu’s special skill. He did feel a bit concerned about this, though, so he headed down the block to get Cobra. So far, the blonde was the only one capable of breaking the two or you up once you got started.

When Cobra finally arrived on the scene, you were sitting on your cousin’s back, securing him in a headlock as the two of you exchanged insults. The blonde sighed, smacking you lightly on the back of the head.

“Release him.”

“But -“

“Now.”

You scowled, squeezing him tighter before finally releasing your grip on him. You scooted back, sitting on the damp ground.

“You tried to kill me!” accused Tettsu, pointing his finger at you.

“You deserved it.”

Cobra folded his arms over his chest. “Tell me what happened.” 

“This idiot -“

“You’re an idiot, idiot!”

“- wanted me to help him set up the DTC hideout so, like the kind soul I am -“

“Kind, my ass!”

“Shut your face, no one is talking to you!”

“Why don’t you make me?”

“Enough.” Cobra’s eyes narrowed with warning at the two of you and you both huffed in annoyance. “Continue.”

“Like I was saying, I went there out of the kindness of my heart to help, but this idiot -“

Tettsu’s lips parted but Cobra sent him a warning look and he closed them again, pouting.

“- gave me a shittily drawn map so I got lost. Then it started pouring so I dipped into the first building I saw. Ended up falling asleep because I was bored and my phone was dead. I was woken up this morning by some rude guy demanding to know who I was. I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me so, of course, I beat his ass.”

Tettsu scoffed. “Doubtful.”

“I beat yours, didn’t I?”

“You cheated!”

“All’s fair in love and war, bitch.”

Cobra’s brow furrowed, a feeling of dread settling in his gut. “Do you know who it was?”

“I never got his name,” you shrugged. “Oh, but I did slice his hand open in order to get away.”

“Do you know where you ended up?”

“Uh…” you scratched your cheek in thought before snapping your fingers. “Ah! He said Nameless Street which is a really dumb fucking name.”

Both men looked at you with wide eyes, their bodies tense.

“Y-You…” Tettsu stuttered. “You’re an actual dumbass!”

“Hah?! You wanna die?”

Cobra closed the distance, kneeling in front of you and taking you roughly by the shoulders. You were taken aback by the intensity in his eyes. “Are you sure he said Nameless Street?”

“Yes?”

“And what did he look like?”

“Uh… brown hair, brown eyes, green clothes.”

“Shit.”

“What?” You frowned, looking between the two of them as they exchanged a look.

Tettsu shook his head. “Good job, cousin. You’ve barely been here a week and you’ve already potentially started a war between two Sword groups.”

“Eh?” You blinked dumbly. 

“That guy was Takeshi. He’s the leader of the Rude Boys.”

You swallowed hard, heart dropping to your stomach. “Well, fuck me, I guess.”

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“Do I have to do this?” You complained with a scowl, following Cobra toward Nameless City.

“Yes.”

“He’s going to kill me as soon as he sees me, you know that, right? You’re gonna be complacent in my murder.”

He sent you an exasperated look. “Takeshi is a reasonable guy who puts the Rude Boys first. He doesn’t want a war anymore than we do.”

“Oh yeah, so reasonable when he fought me and pinned me to the floor.”

“You threw the first punch.”

“You can’t prove that, Cobra.”

“You told me,” he sent you a deadpan look and you huffed.

The second the two of you entered Nameless City, you could feel eyes watching you though you saw no one around. You heard feet pounding on the pipes overhead yet no one was there when you glanced up.

A man jumped off the roof, landing in front of you. It was the redhead. “Cobra,” he greeted cautiously.

“P,” Cobra returned the greeting and you snorted at his name, earning a look from both males.

Recognition flashed through P’s eyes as he stepped closer. “You -“

Cobra stepped in front of you protectively. “We’re here to apologize to Takeshi.”

He considered this for a moment before nodding, sending you one last look before turning and leading the two of you farther into the city. He led you through a tall building, pulling back a plastic sheet to reveal a room resembling a living room. Takeshi was sitting on the couch looking exhausted.

Cobra stopped you in the doorway as P approached the brunette. “Please behave.”

“I always behave.”

He stared blankly at you and you frowned.

“Fine, I’ll behave.”

“No smart remarks. Just apologize for attacking him.”

“Fine.”

“This is important,” he stressed, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I know,” you replied softly, catching Takeshi’s gaze when he glanced over at you.

Cobra led you farther into the room, greeting the younger male. “Takeshi.”

“Cobra,” he greeted back, but his eyes remained on you.

You glanced at his hand, the bandage dirty and caked with dried blood. When he noticed you staring at it, he folded his arms over his chest, hiding his hand from view.

“What can I do for you?”

Cobra nudged you in the ribs.

You cleared your throat, taking a step forward. “I… came to apologize.” You had to hold back your wince as the words dug into your pride. “I shouldn’t have attacked you.”

“What were you doing here?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been during your last meeting and you took note of how tired he sounded.

“I, uh…” you rubbed the back of your neck. “I got lost because my cousin sucks at giving directions. Then it started to rain so I ran to the first place I could find.”

He hummed thoughtfully, watching you closely. It felt invasive and it made you uncomfortable.

“Staring is rude- ow!”

Cobra smacked you upside the head, giving you a stern look.

“I was just stating a fact, chill the hell out,” you scowled, rubbing the spot he had hit.

The corner of Takeshi’s lips slid up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Did you not know where you were?”

“No. I’ve only been here a week, man, I don’t even know who you are.”

“A week?” He repeated in surprise, glancing at Cobra. “You don’t know about Sword?”

“It was explained in detail,” commented Cobra, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Clearly it went in one ear and out the other.”

“That’s not entirely true, I heard some of it,” you defended, snapping your fingers as you tried to recall the D gang. “Darna? Darulo? Dante? Da… Da something.”

The three men stared at you blankly.

“What? I’m trying, okay.”

“Daruma,” corrected Cobra.

“Oi, I was close! I should get points for that.”

Takeshi laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “You really are a strange one.”

“I know that’s not a compliment,” you scowled. To your surprise, though, he smiled.

“It is, actually.”

“Eh?”

“I’ll forgive you this time since you’re one of Cobra’s people, but don’t let it happen again. We don’t like outsiders in Nameless City.”

“Yeah… yeah, I understand.”

“Thank you,” Cobra nodded to him, patting your shoulder before turning and heading for the door where P was waiting.

You hesitated, though, a frown on your lips.

Takeshi cooked his head to the side. “Is there something else?”

“I’m sorry… about your hand.”

“It’ll heal.”

Swallowing your pride, you slowly approached him. “Give me your hand.”

He quirked a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t be a pain, just do it.”

He chuckled, holding out his uninjured hand. You set a ziplock bag in his hand, bandages and antibiotic ointment inside. He looked at you in surprise, lips parting.

“This should help,” you cut him off, bowing your head before rushing over to Cobra who was smiling at you proudly.

“Oi, strange one.”

You turned, barely reacting fast enough to catch the black mass he had tossed at you. It was the hoodie you had left behind, the cloth now dry. You caught his eye, a flutter in your stomach when he smiled at you.

You quickly turned your back to him, trying to hide your red face but Cobra saw it, a soft chuckle escaping him as he followed you from the building.

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[jenniferjareauwife]

Holaaaaaaa, could you do a JJ X reader where the reader is pregnant with her kid and gets hurt? She could be a part of the bau or not, you decide!!!

Down the Stairs

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 722

summary: you're pregnant and you fall down the stairs

I scrolled through TikTok with a smile on my face and one hand on my belly, rubbing it slowly. I was looking at baby names for JJ and I's little one due in 2 months. I saw a few I liked so I favorited them, excited to tell JJ when she got home from work.

After another half hour of scrolling I decided to get up, really wanting some lunch. JJ had made me a sandwich last night for when I inevitably wanted one.

I took one step down the stairs and then felt the baby kick, making me freeze with shock and I didn't even process that I had fallen down the stairs until I was on the floor. "Fuck." I groaned as I felt a sharp pain running through my wrist. It was probably broken or at least sprained. I hugged my stomach, praying that our baby was ok. I hadn't landed on my stomach but you never know. "Hey siri...call love of my life."

A few seconds later I heard JJ's voice on the other line. "What's up baby?"

"I fell."

"Can you get up."

"I uh...I don't know."

"Are you in our bedroom?"

"No I...I fell down the stairs."

"Oh...oh." Her voice dropped an octave. "Are you hurt, is everything ok?"

"I...I don't know my wrist hurts really bad and I didn't land on my stomach but I don't know if the baby is ok and I-"

"Ok. Take a deep breath honey, I'm on my way over." I could tell she was panicking but staying calm for my sake. "I'm 15 minutes away, just sit tight, ok? It's gonna be ok."

"Mhm."

She got home 15 minutes later, rushing to me as soon as she saw me. She gingerly touched my wrist and I winced. "It's probably broken. "Do you have any pain in your abdomen?" I shook my head. "Why'd you fall down the stairs?"

"I felt the baby kick."

"Oh my God." She let go of my wrist as her lips pulled up in the biggest smile I had seen in a while. "Is it kicking now? Can I feel it?"

"It's not kicking now. Probably mad at me for falling down the stairs."

"Oh yeah. We should go to the emergency room. Can you walk?" She helped me stand up and I nodded, letting out a sigh of relief that my ankles didn't hurt.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in the emergency room, JJ was clutching my hand tightly as we waited to be called over. "It's gonna be ok." She told me but I knew she was trying to comfort herself.

30 minutes later we were finally called back. I stood up on shaky legs, too nervous to walk straight. "What seems to be the problem today?" The doctor asked as I held my good hand protectively over my stomach.

"I fell down the stairs and my wrist hurts. But make sure my baby is ok, please." JJ kissed my forehead to calm me down.

"Did you fall on your stomach?"

"No."

"Then your baby's probably fine but I'll do an ultrasound just to make sure."

"Thank you." JJ and I said in unison. He reached to my wrist to check it out.

"It's just a sprain. I'll have you wear a brace for a couple weeks." I nodded and watched as he jotted something down on his clipboard. "I'll be right back."

He came back with the ultrasound machine and I reached over for JJ's hand, squeezing it tightly, praying that our baby was ok. "It's gonna be ok baby." JJ brushed the hair back from my face and placed a few kisses to my temple and forehead.

"Your baby's ok." He told us with a smile, showing us what it looked like on the ultrasound. I started crying with relief, letting go of JJ's hand to cover my mouth.

"What's wrong?" JJ asked, smoothing my hair back while the doctor left to give us space.

"Just...just so glad the baby's ok." I sniffled, wiping my tears away. She smiled and cradled my head against her chest.

"I'm glad the baby's ok but I'm also glad you're ok."

"You're so sweet." I cried even harder, the pregnancy hormones really getting to me. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

[viciousgold]

@unbeleveable

It all happened so fast. A bit of water spilled on the floor mixed with Marisa's high heels, being so dangerously close to a staircase, Marisa fell down it. She was very thankful for her pain tolerance in this moment, because so much happened. She felt a bone in her ankle twist, her skin bruised in several places, her lip slammed against one of the steps and was busted, blood dripping down her mouth from the cut, and she felt something in her throat be hit by the fall.

"Edward," she hoarsely called out. Her daemon was still at the top of the stairs, but he limped down to Marisa's side at the bottom. He screeched as loud as his lungs could allow, though he had the same issue with his throat. Marisa's had been slammed against one of the steps in the fall, and she was lucky that it hadn't been a full neck injury. Still, her entire body felt sore and battered, and her ankle felt like it might be either sprained or broken, Marisa couldn't tell with how high her pain tolerance was. All she knew was that she definitely needed to get patched up.

A moment later, hearing the monkey's screeching, Edward and his tigress daemon came running out. He approached Marisa and gently moved to pick her up.

"My dear, what happened?" he asked in concern.

"Water was at the top of the stairs," Marisa hoarsely forced out. "I slipped and fell."

He carried her to the sofa and placed her down on it.

"I'm sorry, Marisa. Are you injured?"

Marisa looked at him incredulously.

"Yes, I'm injured. I need you to take me to a hospital." she scoffed, though each word strained her throat, feeling like she had swallowed gravel. Marisa guessed it had something to do with her windpipe or her trachea.

"My darling. I'm sorry, but I have a really important meeting in twenty minutes. As for a hospital, that's out of the question, the state you're in, they'll think I've beaten you. 'Fallen down the stairs' isn't an exactly uncommon excuse to cover up that sort of thing. Hold on, though."

Marisa watched in shock as Edward grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the living room table. He began writing down the address of a private physician, one he knew would be discreet.

"Are you fucking serious?" Marisa gasped.

"Relax, I'm going to make sure you receive care. Just somewhere they'll be discreet. Go to this address, say the code I've written down when you get there. Once you're finished, you'll pay for the service, you should have more than enough money in your purse. I'll have William drive you."

"You're not bringing me?"

"I told you, I can't. I'm sorry, darling. But it's a very important meeting."

Marisa stared at Edward for a moment, in shock, before that shock turned into burning rage.

"You absolute arse. The next time you need me on your arm for some important dinner, I'm going to say that I'm sick. Even if I'm healthy, I'm going to give you the biggest show of sickness I can possibly deliver." she hissed through her throat injury. Marisa glared fiercely at her husband as she practically ripped the paper out of his hands, standing up and storming off despite her ankle injury, limping as quickly as she could manage. Still, Edward had their driver go out to bring the car around, and bring Marisa her purse as well, and once he did, at least William had the decency to help her in the car and out of it once they arrived. He would wait in the car while Marisa went inside.

She weakly knocked on the door, which seemed to be a very expensive place. Clearly someone wealthy lived here. Marisa didn't know the details, only the address and the code that would gain her access. Marisa planned to just hand the paper over, since the code was written down on it. She had strained her voice even more after telling off Edward for his audacity.

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

to add on the Relive! Yuu thing to make things worse on the day of the OB thing? Yuu ends up getting skewered by Riddle's vines during the fight or Accidentally gets trampled on Cater's clones or something along those lines and the only ones who remember are Ace, Deuce, and Grim... The aftermath and the start of the Savannaclaw arc goes something like this:

Deuce immediately whisking Yuu away along with Grim while Ace stays to make sure that none of them--Riddle, Trey, Cater --follows after them, no one bothers to of course thinking that Yuu might just really need to rest after the whole shenanigan, but things get even more stranger when Their underclassmen are actively making sure they actually don't meet. Often times stepping in to drag Yuu away before they can even speak to them or making excuses as to why Yuu can't go (The boys actively make sure Yuu doesn't meet any of them--because I refuse to believe that Yuu doesn't get nightmares after all they've been through).

Needless to say they're annoyed by their underclassmen's behavior but its not like they have the right to complain considering that Yuu did go through a lot because of them (oh honey you dont even know--). One day though, they manage to get lucky. Riddle manages to catch Yuu during the three idiot's detention and hits them up, suggesting that they both chat on the way to meet up with Trey so that they can have a tea party later. Yuu after all, ever the sweet soul agrees.

The two of them then meet up with Trey and the thing with ruggie happens... Except... well, you already know who falls, the only difference is that Yuu never did know how to catch themselves so instead of their leg snapping, it's their neck that does... Cue the two panicking because oh fuck the only nice kid who wasn't kalim in school is fucking dead because of them oh god what should we--only to be consoled by a Yuu who was--somehow okay???? Yuu obly smiles at them somberly before explaining their situation gently.

Considering that the two are smart it doesn't take too long for them to put one and two together to realize why their underclassmen had been so adamant in making sure they never got near them :(.

-also can i be infodump anon?

Yaaas, I’m mc’lovin this anon!

Another two for the trauma team! *sobs*

If Yuu had any reason to fall, it’d be because of preventing either two of them from getting injured since Ruggie doesn’t really have any major reason to injure them. So originally Riddle was the one who was supposed to fall, but Trey managed to save him at the expense of his ankle getting sprained. Except now that Yuu’s here, they reached out and managed to keep Trey upright but they lost their balance and fell down the stairs, landing on their head weirdly.

Just imagine Riddle and Trey watching, unable to process what was happening yet. They heard a loud crack and now Yuu’s motionless on the bottom of the stairs. Denial sets in and they rush down to tell Yuu they shouldn’t be joking around at a time like this and that they need to go to the infirmary because they could’ve injured themselves badly. No response.

Trey decides to carry them to the infirmary so they pick them up but their body is just so lifeless and they’re cold and it isn’t right. It doesn’t feel right. Riddle asks why he wasn’t moving, telling him that they should go to the infirmary because Yuu must be in a lot of great pain that they’re unable to speak. Denial at its finest, my friends.

Just as Trey was about to tell them that Yuu’s gone, he feels the previously lifeless person in his arms shifting slightly and warmth coming back to them. Yuu opens their eyes and sees the two of them and the looks on their faces. Yuu’s expression falters because they know that look on their face, “…again, someone remembered again. I’ve hurt them, I’m sorry you had to see… I'm so sorry...”

Yuu tries to lighten up the atmosphere and says, “It’s alright, I’m fine and all good as new! Most people I meet here have a tendency to accidentally kill me after meeting me.” They meant for it as a light hearted joke, trying to wave it off as something minor, as if saying ‘it’s alright cause I’ve done this a lot of times now, so another one doesn’t really matter, you don’t have to worry’. Riddle and Trey aren’t amused because excusez moi? Did you just… Did you just say that most people you meet have killed you?

So they explain what just happened to them. They don’t really need to hide or move away so that no one hears what they have to say because telling about their condition has the same effect as someone who doesn’t have any affection for them see them die. People just,,, ignore it. As if they can’t hear them.

So they’re all overwhelmed, Yuu says that they probably go to the infirmary if they feel unwell but both boys refused and decided that they should go home cause they have homework or something so Trey and Riddle decided to walk Yuu to Ramshackle after they try to heal them with their magic only to come up with nothing. And by walk, I meant Trey refusing to put them down and just carried them all the way while Riddle kept an eye out, looking at them every now and then to make sure that they were still there.

Imagine how awkward it would be if Yuu asked them not to tell Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They don’t want them to worry. They don’t even have to know about what happened today which basically made Trey and Riddle realize the implication that the trio had seen Yuu die before. Yuu whips them up something warm and sweet to hopefully take their minds off thing, even temporarily.

So then, said trio barge into Ramshackle after their detention and sees Trey and Riddle there. Kinda weird and surprising but there’s food on the table and they’re exhausted so they’re not really in the mood to question anyone. They bicker and talk to each other and the atmosphere lightens up a bit. Trey and Riddle sees Adeuce, Grim, and Yuu laughing and talking to each other, occasionally trying to invite them into the conversation. They were all so peaceful and looked like they were having fun… Guess they can understand why the Ramshackle Prefect didn’t want them to tell the others what happened earlier…

Also, yeah! You can be infodump anon! Welcome aboard, hehe.

[watchmegetobsessed]

DIZZY

A/N: merry christmas my loves! i know it's just the 24th but this is considered christmas for me lmao. so today is day one of my triple holiday update, meaning that i have two more fics coming out in the next two days! hope you'll enjoy them and have a great time with your family, loved ones, whoever you're celebrating with!🥰

PAIRING: doctor!Harry Styles X Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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This is pretty typical, who else would end up like this? Spending Christmas Eve at the hospital because you fell down the stairs while being wine drunk, spending the evening alone since you just threw out a week ago your cheating boyfriend. You were supposed to spend tonight at Martin’s parents so you could spend the 25th with your family. It was all planned and you were looking forward to it… right until you found another woman’s nudes in his phone and at first he denied it, but he couldn’t lie enough to convince you of his innocence so he gave up and admitted everything.

You didn’t have the courage to tell your family, so they are still expecting the two of you to show up tomorrow, that’s why you chose to chug a whole bottle of white wine and get drunk. It would have been fine, crying some, watching a movie and falling into bed either ridiculously early or at sunrise. But you fucked it up. Your apartment has this awfully steep set of stairs leading up to the bedroom and your fuzzy socks slipped at the top of the stairs, you flew right down, screaming for your life as you fell face down and hit your head pretty badly.

Your neighbor, Amir heard you and came to your rescue. He was the one who told you to get your head checked, you could easily have a concussion. At first you tried to play it off, but you could barely get up from the floor without the world spinning around you. Being the angel that he is, he drove you to the hospital and told you to call him if you need a ride home, but you won’t bother him any longer so you’ll probably call an Uber to get home.

So now you’re sitting in the waiting area of the emergency room as part of the biggest holiday losers in the city. There are burnt hands and faces, sprained ankles and there’s a whole ass family and from where you’re sitting two of them had a fight at dinner and someone’s nose broke.

And here you are, trying not to fall off the chair because your head is still spinning. You’ve been here for an hour, at this point you’ve memorized the names of all the nurses on duty: Brenda, Stella, Lucy and Norah.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling out you see your sister’s name on the screen. She sent a photo into the family group chat, a nice picture of her and her husband with their daughter who just turned one. They look so damn cute and disgustingly happy. You’d be fine with it normally, but not after what Martin did to you, turning you into a bitter single woman right before the holidays.

“Cool, can’t wait for their pity to hit me tomorrow,” you growl, sending a heart emoji as your answer before locking the phone and putting it away.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Nurse Stella calls out and you get so excited it’s finally your turn that you jump to your feet, but that’s the worst you could do.

“Woah,” you breathe out as the whole room starts spinning and you feel like you’re gonna lose balance any moment. You hear the nurses call out to each other when they see you and before you could meet the ground for a second time tonight, two strong arms catch you.

“Easy, Miss Y/L/N,” a smooth, husky voice with a thick British accent speaks up and it definitely belongs to the arms that are holding you.

It takes a few moments to clear your vision and see the ridiculously handsome man helping you up to your feet. He is wearing blue scrubs and a white coat with a nametag on it that reads “Dr. Styles”.

“Um, thanks,” you mumble with a nervous laugh as you’re standing on your feet again.

“Alright, let’s get you in there to have a look at you,” he hums gently, one hand on your waist as he holds yours with his other, walking you into the first room in the hallway. He takes you to a chair next to his desk, helping you sit before his hands let go of you.

He looks unfairly sexy, doctors shouldn’t be this hot, because how can you focus on anything about your health when all you can think about is him? He looks a bit older than you, but not more than thirty-five probably, a gentle stubble adorning his face that has a friendly smile stretched across his face.

“I’m Dr. Harry Styles, I’ll be making sure you’re alright tonight,” he smiles, peeking at your papers you filled out when you arrived. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You love the way your name rolls down your tongue. “Can I call you Y/N? Or do you want to stick to Miss Y/L/N?”

“Y/N is fine,” you manage to speak up, sounding a tad bit out of breath. He shoots you a small smile before turning back to your papers, giving it a good read.

“So, tell me what happened exactly.”

“I, uhh… I fell down the stairs,” you clear your throat, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“How did that happen?” he asks with a concerned look on his face as he is now looking at you instead of your papers. You can tell he is thinking that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

“Oh, I was just… Alright, I’ve had some wine tonight and my fuzzy socks were extremely slippery, so I slipped and fell down the stairs. My neighbor heard me screaming and he brought me in.”

Dr. Styles seems amused by your story, a cheeky smirk is tugging on his pink lips. He scribbles down something to your file before rolling closer to sit in front of you.

“Okay, let’s check if you have a concussion. Did you throw up?”

He holds up his little lamp, checking both your eyes and you try to ignore how you just want to melt into his hand that’s holding the side of your head to keep you in place.

“No, I’ve just been feeling dizzy.”

“Does your head hurt? Where did you hit it?”

“Here,” you sigh running a finger over the side of your head, a small bump already forming on it. Harry inspects it gently, humming to himself before writing a few more things into your file.

“Okay, I think you don’t have a concussion, but the way you collapsed was a bit concerning. So I want you to stay here for the night, just to make sure you’re fine and you can leave in the morning.”

“Oh…”

“Do you need to be somewhere?” he asks without looking up, he just keeps writing.

“No, not until tomorrow. Well, I wouldn’t mind if I stayed tomorrow as well,” you add mumbling.

“Don’t want to see your family?”

“Usually I do, but now I’m gonna have to tell them that my boyfriend cheated on me and that’s why I showed up alone.”

You have no idea why you just said it, he is a total stranger, he doesn’t need to know how big of a loser you are, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” The way he furrows his eyebrows is just so adorable, you want to kiss him so badly. “This is an awfully bad time to be alone,” he hums and you nod awkwardly. “Well, you won’t be alone tonight now, I’ll… make sure to check on you often,” he smiles at you swear you forget to breathe for a moment as you nod, completely stunned by him.

Nurse Brenda walks you to a room where you’ll spend the night at, sharing it with a woman in her forties who got taken in with a broken leg. She introduces herself as Celine and she is actually great company. The nurses lend you some clothes you can sleep in and you’ve barely just settled down when Dr. Styles shows up again and your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, everything okay?” he smiles at you, walking closer to your bed before greeting Celine as well shortly.

“Yeah, I’m feeling just fine,” you nod with a nervous smile.

“Still feeling dizzy?”

“Just a bit.” And it’s mostly because of him, but you keep that to yourself.

“Hopefully it’ll go away soon. I’ll be around if you feel worse, just call the nurse station.”

“Thank you, Dr. Styles,” you blink at him with a small smile.

“Alright, take care, ladies,” he smiles at you and Celine before walking out of the room.

“Woah, he was… sexy!” Celine gasps.

“Right? I can barely get a word out when he is around,” you chuckle.

“I think he likes you too.”

“What? Come on, no!” you scoff shaking your head.

“Oh he does. And if he comes in to check on you another time in the next hour he is definitely into you,” she grins before turning back towards the TV.

You don’t believe Celine. There’s no way this sexy doctor could be interested in you beyond just his job which is to make sure you’re okay.

But then he shows up again.

Two times.

Celine can barely hold her laughter back when Dr. Styles walks in for the second time in the next about one and a half hour just to check in on you. With your state and how well you’re feeling it’s totally unnecessary to come by your room this often, so you start to think that there’s something else behind his nice act.

It’s sometime after one am when you dare to wander out of your room. You can’t sleep, the unknown atmosphere totally throwing you off so you opt for a little walk around the floor.

“Everything alright, darling?” One of the nurses asks you.

“Oh, yeah, I just can’t sleep, is all,” you shrug smiling.

“Would you like some medication to help you?” she offers, but you decline.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

The hallways are quiet and empty, most patients on the floor are sleeping, only the nurses are walking from one room to the other, checking in on some patients. Rounding the corner you find the waiting area where friends and family can usually linger around, but now it’s empty. You plop down to one of the cushioned chairs and reach for a magazine on the table, mindlessly flipping through it. It’s old, from years ago and you try not to think about how many people have touched it.

“You should be resting in your room.”

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice, finding Dr. Styles walking towards you with a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

“Oh, I’m just… I have trouble sleeping at unfamiliar places.”

“You can get some meds for that.”

“I know, but… it’s alright,” you just shrug. He finally arrives to you and takes the chair next to you. “On a break?”

“Kind of,” he chuckles. “You just use the quiet minutes to have a break before hell breaks loose again.”

“Must be really tiring. I always admired doctors for their dedication.”

“Some can’t deal with it, but I feel like I’m alright for now,” he smiles at you, taking a sip from the coffee. “I hope you’re not restless because of your ex.”

“Um, I would love to say it doesn’t bother me anymore, but that would be a blatant lie,” you chuckle awkwardly, dropping the magazine back to the table as you lean back in your seat.

“He must be a real asshole to do that. Especially to such a pretty young woman,” he smirks at you and your heart skips a beat again. This man has you wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re saying that as if you are decades older than me,” you huff smiling.

“How old do you think I am?”

“How old do you think I am?” you ask back.

“I hope you do realize that I’ve seen your personal info in your papers and it had your date of birth as well,” he chuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Okay, then how old did you think I was before you sneakily saw my age? I’ll tell you too after.”

“Alright, I was guessing about twenty-three.”

“But I’m actually twenty-five,” you smile, stating the obvious he already knows. “I guessed you no more than thirty-five, but you seem younger than that actually.”

“I’m turning thirty-three in February,” he answers with a warm smile. Okay, so that’s a total of seven years of age difference, that’s not bad at all.

“And how does your wife like your night shifts?”

It’s a sneaky question, not as sneaky as you would have liked to mask your interest in his relationship status, but it’s only fair if you know it after you eagerly shared yours earlier.

Harry eyes you with an amused smile before shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t have a wife. Not even a girlfriend actually.”

“Oh, then something must be wrong with you. No way a man like you is single!” you gasp dramatically and at this point, you’re openly flirting with him. There’s no use of hiding it, especially because you’re convinced you’ll never see him again once you leave in the morning.

“A man like me? What does that mean?”

“Smart, successful, funny and incredibly hot.”

“Wow,” he chuckles, a rosy tint adorning his cheeks and you like the thought of making him blush. “You don’t beat around the bush! You surely feel better because you could barely speak earlier,” he teases you, making you laugh.

“Just shooting my shot at the hot doctor.”

“Are you just fishing for a new date to bring home to your family?”

“Oh, that’s actually a great idea!” you gasp, but he just chuckles. “Are you free tomorrow?”

The question is half a joke and half serious. You realize that it’s a little too much to ask from him, bringing him home to your family as a first date, but part of you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to walk in, tell your family that Martin cheated on you, but it’s all good because you’re dating this hot doctor now.

He opens his mouth to answer, but then something buzzes in his pocket and he is quick to check it.

“Sorry, I have to run now. Please, try to sleep a little, you need to rest,” he gently smiles at you as he stands from the chair, chugs his coffee down and rushes away fast, leaving you hanging.

You don’t see Harry for the rest of the night and you manage to fall asleep a little after two, only to be woken up at six by the nurses bringing breakfast. Another doctor arrives soon to check you and finalize your release and you’re actually disappointed you haven’t seen Harry since your little chat.

Just when you’re dressed, gathering your things, saying goodbye to Celine, a familiar figure appears at the door. Harry is still wearing his scrubs and coat, he looks undeniably tired, but still so handsome it’s unfair.

“Heard you’re clear to go,” he smiles at you as you grab your bag and walk closer to him.

“Yeah. Thank you for everything.”

“Let me… Let me walk you out,” he offers and he definitely seems a bit nervous. You nod and the two of you head out side by side.

“You owe me an answer,” you smirk at him teasingly.

“I do,” he chuckles breathily. “But I’m afraid I don’t have one for you.”

“You don’t have one because you don’t know whether you want to see me again or not, or because…?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t been on a date in so long, I’m not even sure I know how to do it,” he admits with a nervous laugh. “You’re… an incredible woman, Y/N. And I would love to see you again, I’m just… not sure if I’m ready for it. I spend most of my time here, working, I’m afraid it’s not the right time.”

“That’s fine,” you smile at him and you do understand his reasons. Still, you’re a bit bummed you won’t be seeing him again. “But if you change your mind, feel free to check my address in my files. I’m leaving for family dinner at four,” you add with a cheeky wink.

“Okay,” he chuckles softly. “Take care, Y/N.”

“You too, Dr. Styles.”

“Harry. It’s just… Call me Harry.”

“Harry,” you say, tasting the name on your tongue. “Happy holidays,” you smile before walking out through the automatic sliding doors. You glance back one last time, seeing Harry still standing at the same spot as he waves after you. Returning it you turn back around and head home.

Thanks to the eventful night and the lack of sleep, you opt to spend most of the day napping. The dizziness is finally gone and you’re feeling just fine, only have a little lump on your head, but your hair is hiding that perfectly. When you wake up you throw together a quick brownie that you promised your mom you’d bring and then you get ready to at least look like a presentable loser at the dinner. You’re truly not in the mood to answer all kinds of questions about Martin, the best would be if you could just stuff your face in peace and come back home and chug another bottle of wine alone.

You’re already getting ready to leave when your doorbell rings and you freeze. Could it be…?

You rush to the door and peek out through the peephole and your jaw drops to the floor when you see Harry on the other side.

“Dr. Styles!” you greet him eagerly as you throw the door open. “I mean, Harry,” you correct yourself quickly, making him laugh. He’s changed the white coat and blue scrubs to a pair of black slacks and a red sweater under his coat and you can’t ignore the fact that he is holding onto a bouquet of supermarket flowers he probably picked up on his way here.

“Hey, I hope… I hope it’s not weird that I’m here,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“I told you to use my address freely,” you smile at him. “How can I help you? I hope you didn’t come here to check in on me.”

“No,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m actually… I thought about it… I thought about you and I realized that I was stupid. So I’m here to make it up and if you still want me to, I would love to be your date today.”

Your eyes widen at his offer, you were definitely not expecting this turn of events.

“What? You really want to meet my family?”

“If it’s alright,” he shrugs chuckling. “I know it’s not the best idea for a first date, but I… I want to help you. And my male pride will not let you go home on your own after what your ex did to you.”

“That’s really nice, but I wouldn’t want to throw you in front of my whole family just like that. Have you even slept since you left the hospital?”

“I had a trip home, took a nice nap, that’s enough for me to last this one evening,” he smiles at you and you don’t doubt him.

“You can come with me, but under one condition.”

“And what is that?”

“We come back here and you’re gonna sleep. I will not be the reason you turn into a zombie.” The coy smile on your face is a tell for him that there might be a bit more than just sleeping, though you’re serious about that.

“I can work with that,” he chuckles softly. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, let me grab my coat and we can leave. And I’ll give you a quick lesson about my family before I throw you in front of the wolves.”

“I’ll take notes,” he smirks at you before you head out to your car.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[tonesplash]

its thanksgiving get nasty (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

summary: you get bored at thanksgiving dinner. unfortunately for edward you wore sandals

warnings: smut,brief footjob, thanksgiving dinner, edward kind of chokes on corn, reader doesn’t like their family, mild injury, fingering, innappropriate use of vampire speed, technically exhibitionism and public sex?? bad dirty talk, and cousin-shaming, reader is afab and might be described as female im not sure

a/n: i wrote this in 24 hours so any sloppiness is not my fault

masterlist

(c/n)= cousins name

When you told him thanksgiving with your family would be boring, you’d meant it’d be for him, looking forward to his reaction to being on the receiving end of your bloodlines ridiculousness while you’d get dinner and a show. But, as it turns out, your family just so happens to get along with Edward much better than they do with you.

The seating situation is a little unconventional, since because your boyfriend-snatching cousin stole the open seat next to Edward before you even made it back from the bathroom, leaving your only viable option directly opposite of him. On the bright side, you had the option of kicking his leg when he’d said something to embarrass you.

 Bless his soul, he’d done his best to bring you into the conversation but apparently, anything you had to say about your relationship had been relayed verbatim to the family group chat you weren't even in by your mother. So, after the third time you’re talked over by the aforementioned horny cousin or some other nosy relative on you’re bored out of your mind.

Everyone had gotten over your piss poor table manners years ago, or were just completely ignoring you at this point because there were no protests when they’d brought the turkey out and you’d stayed slumped low in your seat like a child in church.

Twitter had stopped refreshing ten minutes ago, and when you finally resigned yourself to tuning back into the conversation, your mother was showing Edward your baby pictures again. Idly swinging one bare foot under the table, your bare toe grazes the drape of his dress slacks under the table when you get an idea.

 You’d lost a sandal earlier after Edward had pinned it under his shoe in a vain attempt to stop your pinching and dirtying of his slacks with your filthy soles. You scoot a little further forward in your seat to reach out and press your arch flat against his shin.

Edward doesn’t visibly react, just shifts his leg away, leaving yours to slip to the floor until you reach up again to plant your heel on the seat of the chair. The conversation lulls for a moment as everyone says grace, and he uses the opportunity to grab your ankle and send you a warning glare over the top of your phone.

You meet his gaze and boorishly eat a spoon of mashed potatoes, shrugging as if he couldn’t read in your mind exactly what you were about to do. 

Your cousin asks about his mom car again and when you roll your eyes Edward flicks the outside of your fibula, sure to bruise, and you crinkle your nose, pinching his marble thigh between your toes as best you can through the material.

“Well my father thought it was necessary for my siblings and I to-” 

While he talks, he's soothing the spot he flicked, playing in the stubble leftover from your shoddy shave job this morning, and the absent affection gives you the final motivation to further push your luck. You tease the seam of his left leg with the very tips of your toes, coaxing the unnatural heat of the venom to build in the crotch of his pants, the coolness of the rest of him making it seem even hotter in comparison.

He inhales on a forkful of corn, almost taking it down the wrong pipe, and you fight a smile around the bowl of the spoon as he flawlessly recovers and finishes the thought. You idly wonder if you could be that smooth someday. For now, you press further, pressing a toe against the seam over his cock, stroking up and down as slowly and consistently as you can while stretched under a table because who would’ve thought that footjobs are kind of an athletic feat. 

Edward taps insistently at your leg, harder than he normally would, and you have to hold back a laugh at the idea of him splitting the table because he can’t take a little footsie action. You press forward again, arch encompassing his hardness through the fabric, toes curling against his pubic bone when-

“Ho-oly shit!” Searing pain shoots up from your ankle, and you double over, using everything in you not to shout, Edwards dawning mortification going unnoticed as everyone at the table turns to you at your unexpected outburst.  

“(Y/n)?” Your mother doesn’t seem that happy to have dinner interrupted, and you clutch your stomach as a quick cover.

“Uh, my bad.” You snicker nervously at the sudden attention, bravado gone. Your face feels red-hot. “I actually need to use the bathroom, I think,” you lick your lips and slide out of your chair. “Lady problems.”

The table erupts in a cacophony of gags and groans as the notion of a menstrual cycle is brought up in casual conversation, and it gives you the perfect cover to retreat to the upstairs bathroom. It takes you a minute to make it up the stairs without causing a scene, and just as soon as you close and lock the door behind you and settle down to weep in peace, he’s there, jiggling the doorknob like it’s a drug bust.

“Let me in.”

You’re apparently taking too long because as soon as your injured foot touches the floor, he forces the lock and slips in, shutting the door a little too fast to pass as human. 

“Jesus! Edward, are you trying to lose our deposit?” You lean around him to check for a handprint but he doesn’t respond, wordlessly setting you up on the counter, kneeling to examine your injured ankle, cool fingers soothing to the sore skin. You sit in silence, idly swinging your other leg to distract yourself.

“How'd you make it out?” You can't imagine they’d let the guest of honor go so easily.

“You forgot your bag, I told them I’d just bringing it up to you.” He places your bag next to you as evidence. “Maybe you should start carrying menstrual products for when you actually need them.”

Of course, he breaks your foot and wants to lecture you on responsible uterus care. Edward sighs, taking your foot with the gentlest touch and whispering a kiss into the skin. “It’s only a sprain, but I’m still sorry.” 

“S’Okay.” Your face burns, not expecting his guilt. “Serves me right, huh?” You titter, poking his side with your uninjured foot. He swipes it up before you can start again, halfheartedly laughing with you. 

“Let me wrap it before you get any more ideas.” You hand him the compression wrap from the medicine cabinet, and he gets to work. The wince you give at the pressure is more reflex than anything, but the anxious expression on his face tells you he wasn't going to let this go easily. 

“Y’know…” You poke at him again. The playful contempt in his golden eyes gives you the go-ahead to make your case. “If you’re really feeling torn up about it, seeing you wow my family like that got me a little riled up.”

“Really.” Edward kisses the secured wrapping and releases you, standing to frame you against the counter.

“I’m serious, impressing them isn’t easy, (C/n) is probably shaving in the guest room to steal you from me right now, just thinking about it has got me a little hot under the collar.” You run your hands over his back and through his hair, nuzzling into the crook of his throat.

“You’re laying it on pretty thick, don’t you think?” His hands smooth over your exposed thighs sending a shiver up your spine. You think you've got him, but he's such a tease sometimes you can never really be sure.

“Depends. Is it working?” You still, bracing for some line about ‘responsibility’ and ‘your family waiting for you.’

But then his hands are under your skirt, hooking into the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your thighs, leaving them to free-fall to your feet. You clutch his auburn hair in your fingers at the shock of open-air against your cunt.

“Do you think I could let you go back to that table smelling like this?” His sweet breath washes against your ear as he huffs a soft laugh. “I’d rather not go downstairs and pretend to care about football when I know you’re here, hot and ready for me.”

You can’t resist him any longer, pulling him close and kissing him with the desperation of a woman who needs to be back downstairs before dessert. His thumb teases over your cunt at first, swirling over your swelling clit and teasing your hole before he finds a focus, using the thumb of his free hand to hold your hood back as his slicked fingers grind the bud into a frenzy while he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

It’s all you can do to hold your breath while he touches you, cool fingers building a knot in your belly, smooth and steady as they batter you up into a frenzy. He adjusts his hand, his ring finger pressing into you and bringing a low ache from rushed preparation, but you welcome it, thighs shaking with the effort to stay open for him as your mouth falls open in a shaky gasp. Edward breaks the kiss to let you breathe , seemingly unbothered until- 

“(C/n) is coming.” 

“Wha-” A particularly deep stroke has you biting your lip as you struggle to concentrate. “What the fuck does she want?”

“She’s going to ask you where I am.” His expression doesn’t match his words, still completely concentrated on ruining you despite the obvious issue.

“And what am I supposed to tell her?!” You hiss back right as she reaches the door. His mouth closes over your pulse point and you don't think you've clenched that hard before in your life.

“Hey (Y/n)? Have you seen Edward?” Her voice is enough of a mood killer that you have to shove your face into his throat to ground yourself in the moment. He adds a second finger, gaining speed, and you pray and hope to any god listening to this that she can't hear the squelches through the door.

“N-no.” You rack your mind for an excuse. His scent is making it harder to concentrate. “I think he went out for a smoke?” Nice one.

“Really? I didn't smell anything on him...” If all your blood flow hadn't been centralized below the waist at this point you'd’ve asked how the hell she knows what he smells like. He's fully abandoned your clit now, leaving it to pulse in the open air while three of his fingers push and pull at your pelvic floor.

“That's cause he unh-” You slap a hand over your mouth to stop the moan before it can be recognized for what it is.“-he vapes!” Edward pulls back from your throat to look at you incredulously, but it's a little hard to be ashamed when he's nearly wrist deep inside you.

“Oh… Well, let him know if you see him that they’re playing charades and I need a partner. You know how it is.”

You forget to reply, too enthralled watching him spit onto his unoccupied fingers and mash the coolness against your clit, causing you to nearly spasm off the counter, losing the sensation as he silently laughs at having to hold you steady. She seemed to have taken your silence as an admission, as you can hear the door at the stoop of the stairs swinging shut after her. Thank God.

“Rub your spot, Sweet, come on, we have to be quick.” He kisses your temple and laughs a bit maniacally at the little whimper that escapes when you bring a hand down to your clit. “Surprisingly, she’s having trouble picturing me in a vape shop.”

You whine around a bitten lip, too far gone to listen to his ribbing. You’re building up to overstimulation with the sloppy way you’re rubbing yourself, and he must feel it too, because in the next second, his fingers are vibrating.

“Come on, (Y/n), don't you want to finish up here and mop the floor with them?” You hadn’t even realized how hazy your vision had gotten until he grabs your chin and levels your lidded eyes with his and says your name again. You nod sluggishly for him, not hearing a word. He laughs again, smiles wide. His teeth are pretty. 

“If you cum right now;” The buzzing grows stronger, your free arm spasming under you as you support yourself. “I’ll rub you raw after on the ride home. You just need to come right now and win charades with me.” 

The buzzing inside grows too strong, and your vision goes white, pulsing in long pulls around his fingers as hot waves of sensation spread from your head to your toes.

Edward kisses you, soft and slow, swallowing any whimpers tempted to escape as you come down, abandoning the counter to clutch his sleeve as the twitching reduces to a tremor.

“Oh my god.“ You laugh, planting your face into his collar as you catch your breath. “I can't believe you used charades to make me come, I'm never gonna forgive you.” 

“I heard the top prize is a ten dollar gift card to…” He squints and checks again. “The Google Play Store.”

“Ew, what could you even do with tha-”

“(Y/N) come help with plates!” Your mother shouts up the stairwell, totally fucking up any release you just had.

“I guess I should run down to the corner store;” Edward smiles, helping you to stand on wobbly legs and smoothing your skirt down. “Don't want to blow your cover.” 

“(Y/N)! Plates!”

“Oh my god;” Your eyes may never return from the back of your skull. “Meet you downstairs?”

He kisses you sweetly one last time, pulling you close and wiping the sheen of sweat off of your face.

“Downstairs.”

With that, he heaves himself out of the narrow sill, and you busy yourself cleaning up as fast as you can.

You just catch him hopping off the roof, and coming around to the front yard. He'll hear you no matter the volume, but you still shout the warning;

“Stay away from my cousin!” 

[rere-the-writer]

Could I ask for a fluff with Elijah?

Yes I can. I need some fluff as I fucked my self up yesterday.

Warnings: Fluff

It was stupid and you knew that but yet you did it anyway, you went to a haunted house with your friends. You had gotten scared falling and sprained your ankle. With the help of your friends you went to the ER then sent home after they wrapped it up telling you to stay off it.

'Jess, you can't do this!' A man on a show you were watching while eating a tub of ice cream forgetting to call or text your boyfriend.

"Come on Jess don't leave Danny for loser Michael." You shouted at the t.v unaware your boyfriend was rushing up your apartment building stairs.

"Y/N!" You heard Elijah shout tearing open your front door making jump and looked at your boyfriend. Elijah stopped a little out of breath looking you over realizing that you were fine until he saw your sprained ankle. You looked at Elijah noticing the glit in his eyes that made you groan knowing were was going.

"What happened baby?" Elijah asked walking over taking off his suit jacket and began to mother hen you.

"Was ghost hunting with friends. Slipped, fell and sprained my ankle." You tell Elijah as he frowned kneeling down gently touched your ankle making you hissed in pain. Elijah frowned kissing your ankle and rubbed your calf.

"Elijah don't think you have to stay."

"But I should baby. You can't put weight on your ankle, I'm going to take care of you." Elijah tells you leaning up kissing your forehead. You sighed nodding knowing Elijah won't let it go. Next few days Elijah hovered over you getting your groceries, helping you get dress and shower. As much as you were annoyed you found you enjoyed having Elijah around.

"Thank you for being here Elijah."

"I will always be here for you my love." Elijah said kissing your head as you both relaxed against the couch watching t.v enjoying the peace and quiet for once.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Found - Rudy, Mason, and Clyde

The end! Of the arc! Whooo this has been fun! Thanks to all who read. (i'm not down with them as oc's but this arc is over.)

TW: whumper as caretaker, stressed whumper/caretaker, distant whumper/caretaker, drugging tw, implied changing of clothes, implied bathing,

[Masterlist] [Stalker Arc Tag]

Mason was sitting at his desk, vigorously typing an email to the support of every social media platform he could. They weren’t giving him anything, even though he knew that they had the information. They must - companies are always doing shit like that. Tracking. Monitoring. They knew who this creep was and they were protecting them.

At this point, he was ready to get his lawyer involved if he got yet another generic-reply email.

Clyde was curled under his desk. He hadn’t done that in years, not since he was new and very attached to his new Master. Mason trained it out of him a while ago, but something about the familiar place was safe for him right now. So, Mason allowed it.

His phone rang and he reached for it automatically. There had been a lot of calls over the last couple days, and he was nearly fed up with them.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Mason Driver?”

He took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. “It is, who is speaking?”

“Hi this is Amber from the Lakefield Pet Shelter? We have your pet here-”

Mason stood quickly, accidentally kicking Clyde in the process. “Ah, fuck, sorry bud. Is he okay? Who brought him in? Is he hurt? Where is Lakefield I want to come pick him up-”

“Sir, sir, please slow down. He’s okay, he’s got a sprained ankle and is a little roughed up in general, but he’s okay. You can come pick him up at any time, someone from the local department already came and spoke to him.”

A strange sense of anger swelled in him for a moment that someone questioned his pet without him there, but he shoved it away quickly. Other things to focus on, other things he had to do. The woman was still talking but Mason was distracted looking for his keys.

“Can I pick him up tonight? Now?”

There was a small pause. “Yes, Mr. Driver, you can come get him tonight.” After a couple other bits of information, Mason left the house to go get his pet.

Clyde crawled out from under the desk, rubbing his sore hand, a bit confused but hopeful he was understanding half the conversation correctly.

~~

The first thing Mason felt when he saw Rudy hobble out to meet him was relief. Relief that he was back, he was safe, that he was here. Then it was anger. Anger and resentment at the brace around the boy’s ankle, the wraps around his wrists and neck, the bandaids on his face. He had to force his face to remain happy and neutral when he saw the bruise on Rudy’s temple.

“Master!” he cried, nearly falling into the kneeling man’s arms. Mason held him close, arms wrapped around.

“Rudy, thank fucking god you’re okay. I was so worried, oh my god. When I find out who took you I’m gonna-”

“Y-you, you know him, Master,” came Rudy’s muffled voice and Mason pulled him away, held tight by his shoulders.

“What?! Who, who the hell would do that? Someone that I know?”

“It was C-Casey, Master.”

Mason’s face grew grave, clenching his teeth. He should have fucking known. Of course, of fucking course Casey would pull some shit like this. Obviously Mason had called out of work, didn’t care what was going on back at the office during the few days Rudy was gone.

Rudy whimpered and Mason released his right grip. “Oh, I’m sorry Sweetheart. God, that fucking snake. I’m going to ruin his whole goddamn life, just wait and see if I don’t completely blacklist him. He’ll never fucking work with pets again.”

“Sir,” hinted one of the workers, reminding Mason of the other people in the lobby. He didn’t care.

“Come on, let's get you out of here.”

The worker nodded and gestured for them to come up to the counter. “He’s ready to go, just need to go over some paperwork and at home care for the other injuries.”

Rudy pressed himself into Mason side as the man’s brow furrowed. “Other injuries? What happened?”

“He’s a little bit dehydrated, but that should go away in a day or two. The bandages around his wrists and neck are to keep him at scratching at the healing skin, so you’ll need to keep those and on use this ointment that’s listed here. Same for the welts on his back. His ankle is sprained but not too badly, so follow up with your regular provider for that. Other than that, you’re good to go.”

Mason swallowed and signed the forms without another word, not trusting himself to say something he’d regret. Besides, it wasn’t their fault.

On the way out, he was already calling his lawyer to get every medical expense taken out of Casey - money or blood.

~~

Clyde was at the door, bouncing at his heels as the key turned. He had been looking out the window, saw when they pulled up. Saw when Rudy got out of the car! He was limping but he was there. He was home.

The older pet nearly knocked him over as they came through the door. Mason had to grab him by the back of his collar to drag him off.

“Clyde! Back! You know better what the hell,” Mason muttered, setting him down on the ground a foot or two away. Clyde looked up at him, clearly wanting to go back to Rudy. Mason rubbed his temples, too tired and frustrated and betrayed to deal with this.

“Room.”

Both boys whimpered, Rudy tugging on the hem of Mason’s shirt to silently plead him not to. “Now, Clyde. He’s fine. Just go upstairs so you’re not underfoot.”

Clyde gave him such wide, hurt, miserable eyes that Mason nearly took it all back. He sighed, but held firm. He said what he said and Clyde needed to obey that. With another glance back at his friend. Clyde crept up the stairs. Rudy whined after him over Mason's shoulder as the man picked him up and carried him to the living room to set him on the couch.

The boy whimpered as Mason walked away, but quieted after a shush.

Mason stood in the kitchen, holding onto the counter and stared at the tile backsplash. Why was this so hard? Rudy was back, he was going to be fine, the police found Casey and his lawyer said his case was good over the phone. He shouldn’t feel so tense, so tight-wound and anxious. The boy was right out there - why couldn’t Mason accept it?

He rubbed a hand across his short stubble and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, along with a drink for Rudy. He just needed time, he guessed. Needed to sleep, and probably eat something, and he’d calm down. Meandering back into the living room, he texted his boss that he was taking some personal time off.

Rudy was curled up on against the armrest, tears bright in his eyes. Mason regretted snapping at him, at both of them, but it would pass. They probably wouldn’t even remember tomorrow.

“Hey bud, drink up. How are you feeling, are you hurting?” He asked as he opened the lid for him.

The boy grabbed the bottle and took a sip, nodding slowly. “I, I’m okay.” His lip was quivering, breath shallow and shaky.

“I missed you,” he confessed as he broke, reaching up for Mason who immediately sat down with him. “I m-missed you s-so much, and Clyde, and h-home, I wanted to get away. I was so scared and c-confused and he was mean and hurt me and-”

Mason shushed him gently, pulling him close and petting his hair. “I know, I know Sweetheart. I’m so sorry that happened - I promise, it will never happen again.”

“He wrote on m-my, my scan-y thing,” Rudy said, itching at the side of his shirt. “And, and he took my collar and made me wear a muzzle that cut my mouth and I didn’t eat because- because I just couldn’t and-”

Mason shushed him again, and this time took his drink so he could really lay the boy down. Poor thing was spiraling, clearly over-stressed and exhausted too. “Shh, Rudy, you need to relax. You’re okay.”

“-he, he made me so confused, Master,” Rudy continued, seemingly unable to stop confessing everything that had happened. “I-I know I belonged to you, because, because of m-my collar and my chip but he made me wear his collar and I started to get confused and forget and uh, hng, I, I think I might have called him Master once and I’m sorry! He wasn’t always bad and one time he pet my hair and I tried to struggle but I didn’t that time and I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay woah bud you need to slow down. You’re okay, you don’t have to talk about all this right now. I know, I know.” A pause as Mason thought. “Do I need to get something to calm you down?”

“I think I was bad?” Rudy started again, rubbing his eyes and hiccuping. He wasn’t listening to what Mason was saying, which was a kind of answer in itself. He was just more convinced of his choice as when he stood, the boy kept muttering confessions to himself. He’d have to re-visit some training in the next couple days, he reconned, just to correct some thoughts that asshole had implanted.

Rudy took the pill unusually well, words petering out until he was quiet. Mason rubbed his head just the way he knew the boy loved, listening to the unconscious hums of contentment.

“Lets get you to bed early tonight, hm? We’ll deal with all this in the morning.”

He seemed much heavier, now that he was out of it. Mason still got him upstairs, sat him on the bathroom counter to clean him up a little. It also gave him a better chance to see Rudy’s injuries without the boy wiggling and squirming everywhere.

It made his blood boil.

He had seen worse, he had definitely seen worse just walking down the street but that didn’t fucking matter. Rudy was his, and he had not given permission for someone to treat his pet like this. The muzzle had clearly been too tight, chafing and rubbing the sides of his face raw. Same for the collar, and the scratch marks from where Rudy had been clearly trying to get it off. Bruises on his hands and knees, what seemed like a bit of blood in his hair.

Mason cleaned him up the best he could, until the only proof left visible were the bandages and bandaids. He changed those, too, to some colorful ones he had for the boys. Rudy would like those better when he was awake.

After changing him into his pajamas, Mason carried him to his own bedroom and put him on the bed. He sighed and went to go get Clyde.

Clyde was in his room, standing in his pajamas right by the door. The boy had obviously been crying, gently cradling his bruised hand. Mason picked it up carefully, examining it.

“Shit, did I do that, Bugs?” he said, convicted. Clyde didn’t really answer him, eyes glancing from him to the door repeatedly. Mason sighed with a tired smile.

“Yeah, go see him.”

In a flash the boy was gone, down the hall to be with his friend. Mason turned the light off in their room before he went to join them.

Finally, back together. As they should be.

~

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[nothing-but-dreamy]

MISSION: FAILED

Pairing: LEON KENNEDY x CHRIS REDFIELD x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.357

Warnings: angst - fluff; mention of wounds

Synopsis: While the boys were on a mission, YN was on their own. An easy standart mission - and still something went wrong. Now, YN has to deal with the aftermath of their decision as the guys come back home.

"Holy sh- fuck!", you breathed in shock, watching how the Tyrant grabbed the rocket launcher to aim into the wrong direction. You raised your arms, waving them through the air to beckon him into your position, "Bite my ass, you motherfu-"

An explosion, as loud as hundred bangers, was shaking the district of the town you had your mission in. Windows were breaking, debris were flying around and the night got illuminated as if a sun had been exploded.

***

"I'm so looking forward to a hot shower.", Leon groaned while rubbing the back of his aching neck as he and Chris left the airfield.

"My plan? Greeting YN, a hot shower and falling straight into bed to sleep one week through.", Chris said, completely exhausted, rolling with his right shoulder where he had pulled a muscle after a long fight.

"YN... Yeah...", Leon breathed dreamingly and smiled softly about the image of you he had in mind suddenly, "You think they’re already back from their mission?", he asked as he realized neither of them had heard anything of you.

"Well... I'm sure they are-"

"Redfield! Kennedy!", an agent called out while running after the two men to give Chris the cellphone he was carrying.

While Chris answered the call, Leon waited patiently and listened. But the longer the call lastest the more irritated Leon became. Mostly, because he just heard your name and saw Chris' reaction about whatever got said. The questions Chris asked weren't very calming as well. As Chris said 'And how are they doing?', Leon became nervous.

Chris hung up and stood there facing Leon with his back to find the right way to tell him the news. But Chris knew, there was no easy way, "YN, they ... they had some troubles during their last mission..."

*

"Whoa! Leon, slow the fuck down!", Chris called out and clawed on the handle of the passenger seat above his head while he also seeked hold on the dashboard with his other hand.

But Leon ignored him and drove - no he flew - down the streets in high-speed. Chris was glad that it was already late enough that barely someone was on the streets. Yet, Chris was still concerned, "Leon, I'm serious! You kill us both if you keep driving this reckless! And that won't be helpful for YN as well.", he said and was glad to see that it had worked. Leon slowed down a little bit but he still drove frighteningly.

Ten minutes later - for a way of usually twenty minutes - Leon stopped the car in front of your apartment building and both Chris and Leon jumped out of the vehicle to run up the few stairs. Quickly, Chris opened the door and ran through the rooms to search you. First, he looked into the bedroom, expecting you there and as he didn’t find you there, Chris stormed through your living room into your kitchen.

Shocked, you stood next to the fridge with a glass in your hand, almost dropping it, as you got faced by the two tall guys you called your boyfriends who were staring at you with a mixed expression of worry, concern and anger. You had no idea who told them what kind of information but you were sure the sight of you must be scary.

On your forehead was a big scratch which got stitched several times and patched up. Your left arm was in a sling because your wrist was fractured and your shoulder had been dislocated. You just wore a loose fit, cropped shirt and boxer briefs which showed off the thick bandage around your rib cage because three ribs were broken and one got a dangerous crack. Your right foot was also bandaged because of your sprained ankle.

Before you could say something, Chris stepped forward, pointing at you with his forefinger, "You! You should be in bed! Why are you even up?", he demanded to know with a booming, angry voice, eyebrows drawn together and all.

Instinctively, you stepped back, bumping against the kitchen counter which let you flinch by the pain that got shot through your body, "I- I was thirsty and-"

"Thirsty? Look at you! You can barely stand on your own feet!", Chris called out, a bit too raging for his own liking as he saw your fearful expression but he couldn’t stop himself.

Leon stepped forward, trying to stop the taller man but Chris was already on fire. Chris shook Leon's hand from his shoulder, stepping even closer to you, "You know what they told us? That you were fighting against a Tyrant! A Tyrant! Your mission was to infiltrate and to gather information! Not to fight against a FUCKING TYRANT!"

"Please, Chris, calm down.", you said softly, trying to sound reassuringly while you were hissing with pain as you noticed how painful it was to speak louder than just a whisper.

Chris saw it and somehow, instead of calming down, to see you in pain fueled his temper even more, "I shall calm down? You could be dead now and I SHALL CALM DOWN? You know, I got informed that you triggered the Tyrant to aim for you. You did that because of- what, huh?", he asked and stepped threateningly closer, "I don't get it! Why are you always so cocky in extremely dangerous situations?"

Your eyes flickered back and forth between his. You never had seen Chris this angry before at least, not directed at you. You swallowed thickly by the sight of his fuming eyes, "I- I was... I tried to-"

Chris leant even closer, towering above your meager figure in front of him, "Yeah? I'm listening to your flimsy excuses! You tried- what?", Chris grunted through gritted teeth and even if he saw you flinching from him once again, he couldn't change to be this angry.

Leon saw your scared eyes and the pain that shook your body. He stepped between you and Chris to push the latter away from you, "Chris, calm down a bit, will you?"

Very reluctantly, with his eyes still glued at you, Chris followed Leon's request and left the kitchen to step out on the balcony for some fresh air.

You took a deep breath, "Thanks, Leon-", but you stopped as you saw Leon's angry expression. Obviously, this Tango was still not over for you.

"Don’t worry, I won't scream at you but you should know that I'm not amused about this, as well. You not just failed your mission. You also put yourself into danger. What were you thinking, huh? I read your mission file. There was nothing complicated on it.", Leon said serious.

Leon never screamed. Most of the time, he was composed even if he was upset. He was angry in his own way and this was almost as worse as the screaming from Chris. Screaming was a temperament that ran free. But Leon’s calmness even if he was angry was scary in another way because you never knew what he really felt. You couldn’t look behind his facade. It would be easier for you if he would scream like Chris did it but in the end both men were too different. Which was the fact why you loved both so much. You looked at the ground, avoiding Leon’s eyes, "I know. Both of you have all the rights to be mad at me.", you whispered meekly.

Leon stepped forward, he wanted to touch you but he feared to hurt you with all the scratches and bruises on your body that pained him to see, "YN, we... We're not mad. We're... We were scared, alright? As Chris got the call, they just told him that your mission failed and that you are serious injured.", he admitted low with a concerned expression. Softly, Leon cupped your face with one hand, guiding you to look at him, "Chris cares so much about you. We both do. We both love you, YN. You can't put yourself in danger just because you want some fun.", he said softly.

You nodded slowly, leaning against his warm touch, "I just... I just did it to distract the Tyrant from my teammates. They were the ones in real danger. I was kinda safe behind a half ruined wall. Well, at least, I thought I was. As the Tyrant fired the rocket launcher, I tried to jump aside but, well, you see the outcome of this idea. My safe hideout fell onto me.", you said with a shake of your head, still not sure how you had survived this nightmarish trip at all.

Leon, who chuckled softly, stroked over your cheek with his thumb, "You and Chris are resembling each other more than you think when it comes to such stupid ideas to safe others. I guess that's why he's so scared because you do things as he would do."

"Yeah, I know. Maybe... You think I should talk with him?", you asked carefully, gnawing on your lower lip. You hated fights mostly with the boys and you were eager to change that back into harmony again.

Leon smiled softly, just glad that you were still in their life before he leant forward and kissed you caringly but strongly to show you all the admiration he held for you. As he left your lips again, he nodded, "Yes. Go to him. I'm sure he will have cooled down by now."

**

Chris stood on your balcony, leaning against the barricade with his arms. His eyes were glued at the horizon, watching the city's skyline and the starry night sky at the same time. He heard you stepping out on the balcony with your naked feet. He felt your presence next to him but he couldn't look at you. He still felt angry and ... scared. Slowly, Chris kneaded his hands to channel his temper somewhere else than into your face again.

You watched Chris' impressive, broad frame against the dark sky. His profile was the one you could stare at for hours without getting bored. But you also could tell that he was still upset. So, you hobbled slowly next to his side, leaning against his muscled arm to rest your head there, "I'm sorry, Chris. I really am.", you whispered, looking at the same view as he did.

“You were reckless.”, Chris pointed out without looking at you.

Smiling, you watched how a soft breeze tousled his soft brown hair and because you had missed the feeling of his strands, you raked your fingers slowly through it, “I had a reason.”

“Oh, yeah? Which one?”, Chris asked, enjoying your affection with closed eyes.

“I had to help my comrades. They were in danger because of the Tyrant. We got discovered and as the Tyrant followed us, I had to do something. I was in a safe hideout. The Tyrant hadn’t seen me. But they weren’t. I couldn’t just watch and do nothing.”, you explained softly but serious.

Finally, Chris looked at you, all the anger was erased from his eyes and left was just sadness and worries as he saw your wounds once again, “Don't do this. Don’t play this card. That's not fair.”, he said, stroking a strand of your hair out of your face.

You smiled broadly, “Why not? Just because I know you would do the same?”

Chris chuckled low before he looked back into your eyes, “Yeah ... Don't use it against me to justify your action.”

“Well, at least you're not mad at me anymore.”, you pointed out as you saw the small, lovely smile on his lips.

Chris cupped your face carefully with both hands, trying to avoid hurting you, “I was scared. Not really mad. YN, you... You can't leave us alone. I don't wanna lose you. We both don't wanna lose you.”, he said while staring into your eyes.

With your free hand, you stroked softly over his chest, “I know. Chris, I... None of you won't get rid of me so easily.”

“You promise me that, honey?”

“I do, Chris.”, you whispered before he kissed you longingly which showed you how scared he had been before. As he leant back again, you took his hand in yours, knotting your fingers with his to bring him back inside where Leon was already waiting, happy to see that all waves had calmed down again.

And then, the caring-hell broke loose. Both guys were busy taking care of you no matter how tired they were and how often you said you would be fine. Without listening to you, they put you back to bed. Chris got you the water you wanted while Leon ordered pizza.

While waiting, Chris took a shower and Leon watched out that you wouldn’t leave the bed again and told you about their mission. As Chris was done, Leon took a shower and you rolled with your eyes because then, Chris watched out for you. With the only difference that Chris made you laugh which was painful but worth it to see this broad, tough guy in a better mood again.

The pizza arrived as Leon also left the shower and as everyone was sated and tired, the boys brought the stuff into the kitchen just to find you were fast asleep in the middle of the bed as they were coming back. With soft smiles, they watched you.

"They’re so sweet when they’re sleeping.", Leon said grinning.

"Yeah, because they’re can't do anything stupid then.", Chris admitted and matched Leon’s grin.

Both guys crawled next to you, carefully cuddling against you to make sure they weren't hurting you but at the same time, they felt your presence. While Leon’s arm laid protectively over your stomach, stroking your skin softly with his thumb, Chris grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers while his head rested softly on your shoulder.

You awoke by their soft touches. With a sleepy smile you watched pleased how these tough guys were sleeping peacefully next to you. You thanked once again to have them in your life and during your next mission, maybe, you would watch out more to keep your promise you had given to Chris.

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Miyagi Setter Squad Responding to “I Love You”

I can’t condition because I sprained my ankle again so here you guys go. Also I’m so sorry for the oddly specific name but if you want the other setters lmk 😭 I’ll do them later I’m too tired. ⚠️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 ⚠️

Oikawa Tooru

You were over at his house to study and maybe pass around a volleyball for a couple hours.

It was a pretty peaceful setting, you were splayed out on the floor looking at the ceiling

And he was on his computer doing god-knows-what.

It definitely wasn’t homework-

The silence is destroyed by your phone buzzing.

Your ride was here.

So you pick up your stuff, and you’re just about to walk out the door when it slips out.

“I love you, bye!”

This smooth fuck will pretend to be totally chill on the outside.

But on the inside he’s probably exploding.

He has seen this in movies, read it in books, seen it told to other people.

A couple of people have even said it to him.

(Even though he had no idea why because he had only known them on a last name basis for thirty seconds.)

So he knew alllll about it and exactly how to respond.

But...He didn’t execute as well as he wanted to.

So he ends up giving you some weird ass eyes as his whole face flushes.

“I love you tOo, Y/n.”

You don’t know whether to laugh at him or just leave

But you’re grinning the whole way home.

Yahaba Shigeru

‘Yahaba does not get annoyed at much’

Lies. He gets annoyed at so much that he thinks he might have some repressed anger issues.

The butt naked screaming in the bath after losing to Karasuno helped him come to that conclusion.

But not much actually sets him off.

In other words, he’s not slamming anyone against the wall unless it’s really fucking important.

Or, nowadays, when someone does something to cross you.

Now, you did not know that Yahaba was capable of throwing hands until today.

Because most of his wounds were dealt out verbally.

However, you figured the guy that stole your gym clothes deserved it.

You were just planning to leave it alone, but there he was.

Off campus.

Tackling this random dude.

The fight lasts about thirty seconds before you can run into certain death and break it the fuck up before someone goes to jail.

The dude has a bloody nose already and he listens to you and steps back.

“Apologize.”

He mumbles out a sorry before stalking away.

Yahaba is looking way too pleased with himself.

“That’s assault.”

“That’s chivalry.”

“Shigeru, I love you, but don’t fucking do that again.”

He mumbled a response back. “Yeah yeah I won’t. I love you too.”

It will probably take him at least an hour for that to hit-

Kageyama Tobio

He doesn’t have a very affectionate family, so that phrase has probably only been used sparingly around him.

But he has been silently willing you to say it to him for a while.

He’s already on top of the world when he beats Aoba Johsai.

You are so proud of him for finally taking down his rival.

When that final point is scored, you’re going crazy in the stands with Yachi, Saeko, and Shimada.

It was the most excited you had seen him in a long time.

He achieved his goal! He was now the best setter in the prefecture.

Not that he wasn’t before, obviously 🙄

But you’re sitting on the bus with him after they win, and it’s quiet.

Kageyama’s happy, you’re happy, and there’s almost no one on the bus.

You rest your head on your shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you. I love you so much, Tobio.”

*bang bang there goes your HEAAAAART*

On the outside he gets that wobbly look on his face, but on the inside he’s like

TWO IN ONE DAY?!

You’ve just been watching him smile at the bus driver for twenty seconds before he snaps out of it.

“Ah-I love you too, Y/n.”

You didn’t expect him to be so excited about that.

It was the sweetest thing ever.

Sugawara Koushi

It was after he came up to you and told you that he would no longer be in Karasuno’s starting lineup.

And at first you’re like.

“Bull-fucking-shit Koushi, what do you mean you’re not starting?”

He explains that a new first year setter had arrived with much better technique.

And that the coach had sat him down and explained that to him.

And that he knew that Kageyama was better and that he would be supporting the team from the bench.

You can tell his heart is breaking with every second he tells you this.

So you need to shut him up. Getting mad at the coach wouldn’t help.

You start telling him all the things he can do to still be a significant player.

He could stat games, keep a notebook, make hand signals, paint the notebook-

You can tell he’s feeling much better about himself by the end of your talk.

You pick your next words very carefully.

“You’re gonna have a great season, trust me. I love you, okay?”

Alllll the color just drains from both of your faces.

He’s like “yeah-wait. You love me?”

You rethinking your life decisions: “Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

“...Good.”

“Good.”

Shirabu Kenjirou

MotherfUCKER-

Well, he’s flustered, he’ll give you that.

But you’re not living that one down anytime soon.

You were on your way to school, making fun of stereotypical romance mangas.

“Sh-sh-shirabu-kun!! I guess you have to get to class now...😞🥺💞🌸”

“...we’ll see 😶”

“OHHHHHMYGOSH💞💞💞💞🌸🌸🥺”

By this time, you’re on campus, getting weird stares.

Past, single Shirabu would have given a shit.

But he only had a couple more minutes of making fun of people with you before he had to go to his classes.

Stupid 4.0

So now, you’re just pointing out random things that the horses were doing.

One of them kicked its own shit, and both of you lost it.

You guys were folded in half until coach Washijo came up behind you, and ordered you both to get to class.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you guys started laughing again.

“Well, I don’t wanna be taken out of the starting lineup, so let’s get to class.”

“Okay, love you.”

Oh shit. You did not mean to say that. For Christ’s sake, it had only been a month.

He looks like he’s seen Goshiki fall down the stairs. Almost triumphant.

“I love you too, Y/n. Now go attend to that math grade of yours.”

“Shut the hell up :)”

Semi Eita

Was very well planned out and very thought through.

It was ✨Valentine’s Day✨

And you had it written down in a card because you were pussying out you were a little nervous.

Plus, you could always brush it off and pretend like writing it down wasn’t as big of a deal as saying it.

On the other end, Semi was also planning to tell you.

Like, he was sure you already knew.

And he was sure he was making it into a bigger deal than it should have been.

But whatever, Semi’s never been one to do things halfway anyhow.

He just wasn’t obvious about it.

So, Shiratorizawa was just g l i t t e r i n g that morning.

Which was why you both were currently at a cafe, very far away from it.

This had also been planned, because his coach would not like it very much if he knew he didn’t have the Flu.

So you guys are laughing, talking, awkwardly holding hands over the table.

It’s so obvious that both of you are nervous.

And Semi’s like “wHats wRoNg bAbY?”

As if he’s not in the exact same situation.

So you just hand him the card and the gift you got him for Valentine’s Day and he opens it up.

And you’re basically ready to melt into the floor when he puts the card down.

“You love me huh?”

No answer.

“Well, I love y o u t o o.”

He got so quiet at the end, but the words were finally said, and you were both satisfied.

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#8 "Come here, I'll carry you." for WinterIron. Can you add some smut to it please? Thank you.

this took longer than expected, but it's finally done! thank you for sending one, and i hope you like :)

it is most definitely explicit lol

“This is why I don’t go hiking,” Tony complains, wincing when Bucky gingerly touches his left ankle. It doesn’t look too badly injured, probably not even a sprain, but it doesn’t stop Tony from telling him I told you so. “I said that I would trip and fall and roll down the mountain, and then I would die there, at the bottom of a cliff for birds to scavenge my body until I’m just a pile of bones.”

“You twisted your ankle on a root, baby,” Bucky says, amused in spite of all of the grumbling. It doesn’t help that Tony’s disgruntled, pouty face is one of the cutest things he’s ever seen. “I don’t think you’re going to die.”

“There’s still a chance.”

Bucky rolls his eyes fondly, standing from where he was crouched next to Tony on the ground. He holds out his hand, and Tony takes it to get back to his feet.

Despite all the complaining, Tony doesn’t actually like looking weak. He hides pain and discomfort and doesn’t let himself get taken care of very often. Bucky knows that too well by now, after nearly a year together, and it’s why he easily notices the grimace Tony tries to disguise with each step.

He stops walking, making Tony turn back to look at him when he realizes it.

“Come here,” Bucky says. At Tony’s questioning look, he adds, “Come here, and I’ll carry you.”

Tony raises his eyebrows, “Seriously?”

“Seriously. We’ve only got about another quarter mile to the cabin, you’re in pain, and it’s not like you weigh much anyway.” Bucky takes another couple steps forward, hands on Tony’s hips, and he whispers into Tony’s ear, “I was strong enough to hold you up against the wall yesterday, remember?”

He smirks as Tony shivers, and he tucks a strand of Tony’s hair back, brushing his fingers against his skin to feel the goosebumps rise on it. “Bet I could carry you all the way back and still have the energy to do it again.”

Tony laughs, shoving playfully at Bucky’s shoulder. “Alright, I didn’t really need that much convincing. I was already going to let you do it.”

“Let me?” Bucky repeats, shaking his head with a smile. “I didn’t realize you were doing me favors here.”

He turns around and crouches lower to let Tony climb onto him, holding onto his thighs to support him when he rises up again with Tony on his back and his arms wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. Tony’s legs tighten around Bucky’s torso, and he tucks his face into the side of Bucky’s neck to kiss him there. Teasingly, he says, “We both know you like this even more than I do. Being my big, strong hero. Pretty sure it’s a kink for you.”

Bucky grins as he starts back down the trail. “I ain’t admittin’ to nothing.”

Tony hums, and he loosens the elastic holding Bucky’s bun in place to tangle his fingers into his hair. He pulls a little, another thing he knows that Bucky likes, and his voice is seductively low when he says, “You don’t have to admit it, darling. I already know.”

“You keep that up, and I’m gonna drop you,” Bucky warns, and he can feel Tony’s smile against his skin.

“You’d never drop me.”

“Wanna test that theory?”

He lets go of Tony’s thighs for just a second, letting his legs fall a bit before grabbing on again, and he gets Tony’s screaming laughter in return as he clutches onto Bucky tighter.

“If you let me fall off a cliff, I’m coming back as a ghost to haunt you for the rest of your life. Not the nice Casper kind either. I’m talking full blown poltergeist.”

“The rest of my life, huh? That’s a lot of commitment.”

“Well, you’re already stuck with human me for that long anyway. Ghost me should get to have some fun too,” Tony reasons. “I’ll start with you, seeing as you’d be the one responsible for my untimely demise, but Clint’s really going to regret that prank he pulled on me last week by the time I’m done.”

“Can you haunt Sam a little too? He’s got a thing about ghosts.”

“Oh, I’ll get you all, don’t worry.”

Bucky twists to look at him and asks, “Why does it sound like you’ve thought about this before?”

“I’m naturally vengeful,” Tony grins, and Bucky laughs.

“Sure you are, honey.”

The cabin for their weekend getaway is back in sight through the trees, just a few hundred feet away now, and Tony seems to view its appearance as the perfect time to continue on the track of their earlier conversation. He twirls a strand of Bucky’s hair around his finger and says, “So are you really going to fuck me against the wall when we get back? Because I was leaning towards the shower first, then again in bed after, but I’m pretty flexible. Very flexible, actually, but you already know that, don’t you?”

Tony kisses the spot beneath his ear, mouth lingering there before trailing lower. Bucky groans, and his fingers flex on Tony’s thighs.

“Baby, can’t you be patient for just one more minute?”

“Nope,” Tony says lightly. He hooks a finger in the collar of Bucky’s shirt to pull it to the side to revisit a mark he left the day before and trace it with his tongue. “Maybe you should walk faster.”

Bucky does, carefully sidestepping the larger rocks and fallen branches and trying not to get distracted by Tony’s wandering hands. He takes the stairs up the front porch two at a time and clumsily fumbles with the handle on the door while Tony slips a hand into the front of his pants.

Dropping Tony back down to his own feet, he turns immediately and presses him against the closed door. Tony laughs into it at first, presumably at his eagerness, but it fades into a moan as Bucky grinds against him.

“Such a fucking tease, aren’t you?” Bucky murmurs, biting down gently on the tendon on the side of Tony’s neck. Tony moans, hands finding Bucky’s hair again and tugging to spur him on.

“Can you really blame me when this is what I get for it?” Tony asks in stuttered breaths as Bucky puts his knee between Tony’s legs to push them apart.

Bucky hums in consideration, then pulls back abruptly when he gets the idea. Tony blinks at him dazedly with a noise of protest, and Bucky smirks as he traces the pout of his bottom lip with his thumb. “I should make you work harder for it, then. Can’t just keep rewarding you for bad behavior, can I?”

“Yes, you can,” Tony whines, grabbing at his t-shirt to pull him in again.

Bucky puts his hands on the door on either side of Tony’s, elbows locked to keep his arms straight, and doesn’t give Tony as much as an inch. “Don’t think so, honey.”

Tony gives him an indignant look, but it quickly morphs into another one that Bucky recognizes well. It’s his defiant, you’ll regret this by the time that I’m done look, but Bucky already knows he won’t have a single regret. Not when it starts with Tony popping the button on Bucky’s pants and sliding them down his hips.

Every movement is slow, and it’s almost graceful when Tony drops down to his knees in front of him.

“You want me to earn it?” he asks. His wide eyes give the illusion of an innocence they both know he doesn’t have, and he holds Bucky’s gaze while palming him through his boxers.

Bucky nods, carding his fingers through Tony’s soft, unruly hair, then letting them drift down to caress his cheek. Tony leans into the touch like it's a subconscious reaction, and he turns his head to kiss his palm. The tender moment doesn’t last long once Tony wraps his mouth around Bucky’s fingers and swirls his tongue like a preview.

Bucky’s hips jerk forward into Tony’s hand on their own accord, and he groans at the pressure. He’s been half-hard since Tony first started this back on the trail, and now he’s aching with how much he wants him.

Pulling his fingers out of Tony’s mouth, he drags them across Tony’s lips to leave them spit slick, then frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. Tony wraps his hands around Bucky’s calves to urge him forward, and Bucky guides the tip of his cock into his waiting mouth.

“So good, baby,” Bucky murmurs, pushing his hair back from his forehead to get a better view of his face, and he watches Tony’s eyes brighten at the praise.

He’s completely pliant for Bucky to use his mouth, and Bucky plans to take full advantage of the opportunity. He slides in a little deeper and groans at the feeling of wet heat around him, forehead hitting the wall with a loud sound as his head falls forward.

“Just pinch me if it’s too much, alright?” Bucky says, and Tony nods the best he can. “Once to slow down, twice to stop.”

It’s still a little careful and cautious at first. He tests the limits slowly, inch by inch, pulling back when he feels Tony’s throat contract around him. He does it again, then once more when Tony makes no move to stop him and instead moans around him. It’s the permission he was waiting for to completely let go, and when he has it, there’s no further hesitation.

His hand fists into Tony’s hair, holding him still, and he watches every rough thrust of his cock into Tony’s mouth.

He’s beautiful like this, and the visual is nearly as good as the feeling itself. Eyes watery with tears that threaten to spill over his lash line and spit wetting his chin from where his reddened lips stretch around him. He isn’t going to last long at all with Tony looking at him like that, and every sound that escapes Tony’s throat only pushes him even further.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” Bucky groans out. “So pretty on your knees for me.”

His nails dig at the wall as he tries to keep himself upright on shaky legs, eyes twisting shut. He loses himself in the moment for god only knows how long. Tony swallows around him occasionally, but otherwise doesn’t move so much as an inch, even with how obviously hard he is in his jeans.

The hand in Tony’s hair falls slack as he nears the end, and it’s apparently a mistake, because suddenly Tony’s mouth is gone from around him. He opens his eyes again, and Tony is wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he stands.

“Now that’s called being a tease,” Tony says, voice hoarse but entirely smug. He turns towards the bedroom and gives Bucky a smirk over his shoulder. “But since I’m feeling generous, you can still join me in the shower if you’ve learned your lesson.”

Bucky gapes at him, frozen in shock, but when Tony strips off his shirt and throws it his way, he’s all but running down the hall to follow.

[nalgenewhore]

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elide x lorcan, modern/neighbours au, fluff + tension, word count: 3515

There hadn’t been a new resident in the building for a while, but the girl seemed nice enough. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised that she moved in next door, considering that the unit next to his had been vacant for some time.

When he’d received the email from his landlord, Lorcan supposed he was simply used to only having to share one wall with someone and that with a little time, he’d get used to it.

He met her the day she was moving in, bright and early on a Tuesday morning. He’d held the door open for who he assumed were her friends – a tall blonde with wickedly electric blue eyes and a shorter brunette with upturned emerald eyes. Lorcan had nodded at their thanks and stepped out of the building. Then his sight had set on her, Elide Lochan. It was pure muscle memory on which his feet propelled him forward. He’d been so entranced by her that he’d been too late to prevent her from twisting her right ankle as she tried to save herself from falling off of the moving truck’s ramp, but he’d been able to give her a nudge so that she didn’t eat shit on the asphalt road.

“Ooh, fuck,” the woman said, a grimace twisting her delicate features. She hopped to balance on her other foot and sat down on the edge of the truck bed. She glanced up at him, muted gratitude flashing across her angular eyes, almost as dark as his. “Thanks,” she bit out.

“Welcome,” Lorcan replied. He nodded towards her injured ankle, “I can take a look for ya, ‘m a physiotherapist.”

Her brows arched up and she ran an eye up and down him. Lorcan resisted the urge to straighten his posture and his skin felt like it was tingling beneath his clothes. “Really? Don’t look like one.”

“Yeah? What do I look like, then?”

She shrugged, tilting her chin back to properly assess him. “Hmm… a boxer or something like that. Gang enforcer.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Nah, s’not me. I mean, I’m a boxer’s physiotherapist, but I don’t fight.”

“Really? Who’s the fighter?”

“Ya got a lot of questions for someone whose name ya don’t know.”

She laughed and extended her hand towards him, “Fine. I’m Elide Lochan.”

Lorcan’s hand dwarfed hers and he could feel his calluses scraping against hers. Interesting. “Lorcan Salvaterre.” They dropped their hands and he gestured towards her ankle again, “Want me to check now, Elide Lochan?”

“Sure,” she chuckled, slipping her faded black Van off and taking off her sock, too, as it covered her ankle. Elide put them to the side and reached down to roll the hem of her overalls up.

He lightly wrapped his hand around her heel and lifted her leg to examine it, fingers gently prodding the already swelling skin. Despite feeling her eyes burn into him, Lorcan didn’t look up. “Alright,” he slid his hand up her achilles tendon and rested his other palm against the sole of her foot, locking it in place, “bend ya knee for me, yeah? Tell me when it hurts.”

Lorcan flicked his eyes between her ankle and face, tracking her pain. Elide grit her teeth as she bent her knee without moving her ankle and stopped after only a few degrees of movement. “There, it hurts there.”

He hummed and nodded, straightening her leg. “‘kay, move it inwards.” Again, she could only move it a few centimetres before the pain made her wince. Lorcan nodded, tilting his head to the right. Elide followed his wordless instruction and was able to move her foot further.

“Is it bad?”

“Could be worse, but yeah, s’not great, Lochan.” Lorcan tapped his finger against the swelling on the outside of her ankle, “See this, s’really swelling up, so probably a grade two sprain, which means there’s a partial tear in the ligament.” He gently put her foot down and looked up at her, her eyes wide. “Hey, s’ok. Sounds worse than it is, promise.”

“You said I tore a ligament!”

“Said partial, and these types of sprains are really common,” he told her, his voice even. “There’s gonna be some bruising later and you’re gonna have trouble walking for a couple weeks, so what you’re gonna do is you’re going to get ya friends to move the rest of ya boxes, you’re gonna sit down and keep it elevated and iced – twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off for the next two days, yeah?”

Elide nodded, the panic melting from her face. “Then what? I can’t just sit around for the next two weeks.”

Lorcan chuckled, shaking his head, “Ya got a compression brace?”

She shook her head, worrying her bottom lip. “No.”

“That’s fine, they’re pretty cheap down the street at Brullo’s,” he told her. “s’a gym, but they sell stuff like that. Get one of ya friends to go and get it, yeah? I really mean rest for the next two days.”

Just then, her friends arrived and their eyes snapped back and forth over the scene they were confronted with. The blonde rose a single brow, her hand cocked on her hip. “Well, this is cosy.”

Lorcan blinked. It wasn’t even nine in the morning.

“Shut it, Aelin,” Elide said, rolling her eyes. “I sprained my ankle and my new neighbour here is a physiotherapist. His name is Lorcan.”

Aelin looked at him as the other brunette shook her head and walked around her to check on Elide. “Really? What qualifications do you have? Where do you work?”

“‘m a licenced physiotherapist. Work for a private client.”

“Hmm.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped back from Elide, deciding it would be better to address her other friend. “I’m Lorcan.”

“Lysandra,” the woman told him as she helped Elide with her shoe. “Please ignore Aelin. She was neglected as a child and now has attention seeking behaviour issues.” Lysandra’s words were light with laughter and Lorcan chuckled quietly. “Is there anything we can do for Elide?”

“Yeah, make sure she rests and ices her ankle for the next two days. I told her, but it’s twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off for the icing and make sure ya get some sorta compression brace.”

Lysandra nodded, “Ok, we’ll do that. What if it’s still this bad in two days?”

“Knock on my door, s’unit 3D.”

“I’ll do that,” Elide said, something in her voice making him pause and meet her stare. “Salvaterre.”

“Yeah, you do that,” Lorcan replied, the tip of his tongue rolling against his lower lip. He caught the way her eyes tracked the movement. “Lochan.”

Lorcan parked his car in front of his building and picked up his bag as he got out. When he stood, he arched his back, hearing his spine pop in a couple different spots. “Fuck,” he groaned in sweet relief. He slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder and locked the car before walking up to the lobby doors.

As he slid his key into the lock, he glanced around, wondering if he would see Elide. He’d learnt a few days after she moved in that she was a baker and owned a local bakery-slash-coffee shop when she’d come to thank him with a box of freshly made wild blueberry and pastry cream tarts. They were easily the most delicious things he’d ever eaten and after the first bite, he swore he fell in love a little bit.

With his late schedule, he had to go to Fenrys’ fights which were always scheduled during the evening, but he would often run into Elide on her way home from the bakery. It had become routine for them to chat on their way up and smile at each other as they slipped into their apartments, their doors often closing with the same click at the same time.

Lorcan didn’t see her and his heart sunk a little in disappointment. He crossed over to the fire escape instead of the elevator and walked the six flights of stairs up to his floor.

The moment he opened the door at the third level, he could hear music playing, albeit muffled. He frowned, it wasn’t like the tenants to blast their music. Elide was silent and kept to herself, except for when they both happened to be out on their balconies. Lorcan liked those evenings, he liked sitting out there and enjoying his dinner while Elide had hers. They’d quickly found that they could talk about anything together and it was as easy as breathing. Within the month, give or take, that she’d been here, her ankle had healed up nicely, but there was still lingering stiffness and an ache if she was on it too long.

As Lorcan got closer to his apartment, the music grew louder too. He quickly realised that it was coming from underneath Elide’s door and figured she had friends over or something like that. Lorcan let himself into his house and the music was louder inside. He toed off his shoes, hung up his jacket, and put his work bag down. He walked down the front hall, pulling the elastic from his hair, which fell out of the high bun he’d shoved it in and tumbled down to his hips.

Lorcan dragged his hand through his hair, shaking it out and massaging the kinks out. The longer he listened to the music, he realised that it wasn’t happy music, not the type of song one would listen to with friends.

He stepped closer to their shared wall and leaned towards it, unable to figure out the lyrics. The melody was still blasting and Lorcan glanced at his oven’s clock. It was almost midnight, so she couldn’t be up for too much longer, surely. Lorcan decided that he’d go to the building’s gym for the next hour and by the time he returned, Elide’s little music thing would be over.

He moved to his room to get changed and in his bedroom, he could hear Elide singing along, loud and angry.

“...lost my mind, I’ve spent the night cry-ing on the flo-or of my bedroom, but you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it, but I guess good for yo-o-ou…”

Lorcan smirked, shaking his head softly. A few minutes later, he was changed and tying his high-top Chucks, winding the laces around his ankles once before hitching a neat bow. He grabbed his headphones and phone from the pants he’d discarded, and he got up, moving towards his door.

As he walked to the stairs, fitting his headphones over his ears, Lorcan glanced back at her door, wondering what had happened for her to be cathartically shouting along to what could only be a breakup song.

He shrugged to himself and connected his phone to his headphones, playing his own music loud enough to drown hers out. Lorcan disappeared into the stairwell and jogged down to the gym.

Exactly two hours later, Lorcan stepped out of the elevator, his shoulders and deltoids stiffening from the workout he’d just finished. He paused his music and pulled his headphones off as he stopped in front of his door, pausing when he realised that music was still playing. Lorcan checked his phone to make sure that he’d paused the song and frowned in confusion when he confirmed that it wasn’t his music.

But if it wasn’t his, then it could only be… Lorcan snapped his head up, staring incredulously down at Elide’s door. She was still playing music and the melody matched the same song he’d heard before he’d gone. Sweet fuck, something was really wrong.

He wanted to go check on her, but Lorcan wasn’t sure if they were there yet in their young friendship.

Sighing, Lorcan just resolved to suck it up for the night. It had to end at some point, he told himself.

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Some point ended up being four o’clock in the morning. At first, Lorcan had thought that he’d gone deaf or something. He’d fallen asleep minutes after and his body, like always, forced him up three hours later.

To wake himself up, Lorcan had gone to the corner shop down the street and bought a cup of their coffee, which was practically tar, and a pack of cigarettes. The man didn’t smoke much anymore, but the nicotine would wake him up like nothing else so he’d given in.

He was sitting on the edge of the planter box outside the building, sipping on his coffee and smoking a cigarette. The smoke was bitter and alongside the coffee, Lorcan was feeling marginally conscious. It was enough to interact with humans, so he supposed it was good enough.

The lobby door opened, but Lorcan didn’t bother looking over until he heard a familiar voice.

“Oh. I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Mornin’ to ya too, ‘lide,” he said, his voice quiet. Lorcan looked up at her, drinking in the sight of her. He’d learnt quickly that overalls were a staple in Elide’s wardrobe. She was wearing a black tank top beneath her dungarees and her black hair was twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. A red bandana was tied around her head, matching her tote bag.

She chuckled, looking down at her black Vans. “Hello.”

“Hey,” he replied, grimacing as he drank some of his coffee. “And I don’t.” At Elide’s look of confusion, he elaborated and took a drag from his smoke. “Smoke, anymore. I quit a couple years back, but it helps wake me up.”

Elide nodded, running a cursory eye over his slightly disheveled appearance. “Hmm, you don’t look so good. Rough sleep?”

He snorted, tapping his finger against the cig to knock the ash off. “Yeah, had a shit sleep. Some girl was playing her music real loud, ya hear it?”

She squeaked and blush as her eyes filled with guilt. Lorcan smirked and finished his cigarette. He stubbed it and tucked the filter back into the pack, pulling out the gum he’d bought and taking a piece. “O-oh, you, uh, heard that?”

“‘lil bit, yeah.”

“It kept you up?”

He shrugged, “S’not a big deal, I’ve had worse.”

“Still,” Elide said, her cheeks pink, “I’m sorry. If you want- if you’re free, you can come to work with me? I’m sure my coffee is better than whatever that is.” She tilted on her tip-toes, hopeful. “And it’s free.” Lorcan stood up, finishing his shitty coffee. He shuddered as he swallowed it and Elide laughed, tilting towards the sidewalk. “That’s a yes, then?”

“Sure is,” Lorcan grinned slightly.

“Right then.”

They fell into step and walked to her bakery, which was only a ten minute stroll away.

When they got to her shop, Elide showed him to the table closest to the counter so that they could be as close as possible throughout the day. Despite that, they didn’t see each other too much. Lorcan read through a few newspapers and the magazines Elide offered to him. Once in a while, she would come by to drop off a coffee for him, usually an americano with an extra shot in it. She brought him various pastries too, always lingering until he took his first bite and praised her for her talent.

Elide closed her shop at four and let Luca, her employee, go home early. “Wanna help me with the dishes?”

Lorcan grinned and got up, “‘Course I do.” He followed her into the kitchen and he washed the dishes while she dried them and put them away. “D’ya have a good day?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I did.” Elide snuck a glance at his profile, “Did you?”

“I did.” He paused, a teasing grin curling his lips. “All the free shit really made up for last night.”

Elide gasped and hit his shoulder, trying not to gawk when her ineffectual blow was met with pure muscle. “I already told you I was sorry for that!”

“Just teasin’ ya, Elide,” he chuckled, looking at her through the corner of his eye.

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, shaking her head at him.

They continued in a comfortable silence until all the dishes were done and the rest of the kitchen was clean. Elide pushed Lorcan towards the big counter, “Take those stools down and I’ll get something for dinner.”

“Well, shit, Lochan, ya don’t gotta do all that,” Lorcan protested, his eyes wide. “Really, ‘m not even mad ‘bout last night. I wasn’t ever mad, I swear.”

She laughed, shaking her head, “I know, I’m just teasin’ ya.” He narrowed his eyes at her as she cackled, throwing his words back at him. “Gods, man, sit already! I’m starving and it’s not like I’m going to kick you out to find your own dinner.”

He gave in and took the metal stools down, putting them in front of the counter. Elide bustled back with two beers and two sandwiches. The food was from the industrial fridge in the back and the drinks were from the staff fridge.

They sat next to each other. Both of Elide’s feet were on the spindle, while Lorcan only rested one on the bar and his other leg was stretched out, his heel against the floor beneath Elide’s stool. Dinner was a wonderfully domestic, simple affair. Like everything else Elide made, the sandwiches were phenomenal and Lorcan told her so, around a mouthful of said sandwich.

Elide laughed at his muffled voice, her head tipped back. He swallowed and stared, captivated by the sight of her joy. Lorcan didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was staring when she calmed and he smirked at her blush, casually draining the rest of his beer. His eyes tracked the way she watched him, swallowing once.

He put the glass bottle down, now empty. Nodding his chin to her bottle, which was also empty, Lorcan rubbed his fingertips up and down his jaw. “Done there?”

“Yeah,” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

He nodded again and got up, gathering their trash. Lorcan tossed it as Elide got her things ready to go. He followed her out, flicking off the lights when she told him to. As he waited for her to lock up, Lorcan stood on the curb, head bent with his eyes on her, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Night had fallen and that was the only reason he reached his hand out to her, so that she wouldn’t trip over anything. Elide slipped her fingers through his and tugged him with her. He marveled at how naturally their hands fit together, her thumb pressed against the first knuckle of his index finger.

They didn’t talk much as they walked home. Somehow, their steps matched each other’s despite their not-so-little size difference.

They held hands all the way to her door and when she let go, his hand felt strange, a bit useless, too. Lorcan leaned his shoulder against the wall and tilted his head to the side, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. “How loud is it gonna be tonight? Just tryin’ to plan around ya heartbreak.”

Elide scoffed, flicking her eyes upwards. “It was hardly heartbreak. Don’t you think breakup songs are kind of cathartic?”

He shrugged, “Depends.”

She rolled her eyes at his taciturnity. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, it’d slipped free during the day. “Besides, there’s better ways of being too loud and pissing off the neighbours.” Elide looked up at him, shifting closer to him.

Lorcan arched a brow, making a show of slowly surveying her, eyes clinging to the curve of her hips. “Oh, yeah? Need a partner for that, hmm?”

It was Elide’s turn to tilt her head to the side and shrug, “I don’t think so. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

His pulse jumped, heart beating faster than it had two seconds ago. Lorcan ran his tongue along the undersides of his teeth and pulled it back to the roof of his mouth as he grinned, “Oh, I’m sure ya can, but I’m tryin’ this new thing, ya see.”

“Really? And what’s that?”

He raised his chin in challenge, delighted to see the heat and desire storming in her eyes. “Bein’ a gentleman.” Elide laughed at that, but Lorcan continued. “See, so I gotta lend ya a hand.”

Elide reached out, her fingers wandering innocently up his sternum. “Just one? And just your hand?”

“Lochan,” he murmured, letting her pull him down when her hand curls in the collar of his shirt, “you can have whatever that ‘lil heart desires.”

She sharply tugged and then they were kissing, weeks of tension and hesitation leading up to this. It wasn’t nice or neat, but neither cared as their mouths fit together. Lorcan’s hand rose to cup her jaw, his thumb on her chin, tilting her head up. Elide parted her lips for his tongue and moaned softly. She reached her hand backwards and twisted the door handle, shoving the door open. “Good.”

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an: i wanted 2 write smthng with good 4 u but im a softie now n i cant write breakup fics 😭

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