amazinglyashy · 2 days ago
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Hi hi I just found your blog like an hour ago and I’ve been scrolling and am obsessed with the way you write for the l&ds!! ❤️❤️ if you don’t mind I love a little angst and was wondering if you could write the boys reacting to MC showing up at their doorstep heavily injured from like a fight with a wanderer.
Oh my gosh thank you!!! And I don't mind at all, my friends make fun of me for how much I enjoy hurt/comfort and angst :'D Thank you for the request!
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LaDS men react to you appearing on their doorstep, injured and bleeding
Xavier -
If you end up at his door, it's more than likely because your unconscious decided to hit the button for his floor rather than your own. You just wanted to get home, not bother anyone, but he's stood right there. Having just come home from grabbing a late night snack from a nearby convenience store, you stumbled out of the elevator right as he's unlocking his front door.
He drops his keys and his bag.
It's a good thing too, because your legs gave out right then, so it's much better for him to catch you if his arms are free.
He's calling your name, and while you're still conscious, you're not really processing anything anymore. You're in too much shock, and you've lost too much blood by now.
He'll get the door unlocked and rush you inside his apartment, setting you down on his couch as he runs for a first aid kit, calling the association for emergency services while he does so.
"You're going to be okay. I promise. Just continue to breathe, alright?"
Xavier doesn't know if he's saying that to comfort you or himself, but he also isn't stopping to think about it, as he rapidly administers first aid to your wounds to at least slow the bleeding until help can arrive.
It's three in the morning but he's wide awake sitting next to your bed at the hospital, something unnatural for someone so sleep deprived usually.
He can't bring himself to shut his eyes though.
It's not work the risk.
Not until you wake up first.
Zayne -
It's like his brain splits into two the moment that he sees you standing there.
One side is his medical knowledge rushing forward as he moves to catch you as your feet stumble beneath you, trying to impossibly assess the extent of the damage before even getting to see it all. It's the half that's taking you to his kitchen table, because it's the easiest workspace for him right now. The one that's pulling out his doctor's bag from the closet in the hall, and the first aid kit from the cupboard in the kitchen as he cuts your shirt open.
The other side?
Oh honey, his heart is breaking.
If you think there's a day at work where he doesn't pray to any existent or nonexistent god that he doesn't see you today, spread out on a gurney or operating table without warning due to your unconscious state, then you'd be painfully wrong.
It's amazing how well he works while panicking on the inside, his skilled hands patching your wounds after meticulous sterilization, any sutures needed placed perfectly even through your pained groans tugging at his heart.
He knows he needs to get you to the hospital, even though he's taken good care of you in his own home. But he needs to sink to the floor for a minute, his back dragging against the wall as he heaves a deep sigh. It's a heavy toll feeling the stick of the dried blood on his hands- your blood on his hands.
With all his knowledge, he knows you'll be okay. He knows he himself will be okay. But right now-
He's not.
Sylus -
The N109 zone is beyond dangerous, mostly due to the criminals and leeches lurking in the dark shadows, but there's also no shortage of Wanderers, including ones that have been genetically altered to be even worse than they normally were.
So when Sylus sees you stumbling at his doorstep, bloodied hand reaching for the knob as he glances at the camera feed, he's not sure he could say he's ever moved so fast in his life otherwise. "Sweetie-" He breathes, as he catches you, scooping you up and rushing you inside as quickly as he possibly can without aggravating your already extensive injuries.
Luke is already running for first aid, and Kieran is already contacting the doctor. Mephisto is shrieking in the hall as he follows Sylus to his bedroom, protesting the fact that Sylus had needed him for surveillance of a target today instead of watching you.
Sylus knows.
He knows this is his fault.
If he had had someone keeping an eye on you, this wouldn't have happened.
His eyes are glued to your barely conscious form in his arms, the guilt in the recesses of his heart digging deeper with every slather of red that painted your skin.
Sorry to say, you're going to have your work cut out for you when you wake up. It's going to take a lot of heavy lifting on your part to convince him that he's not at fault for what happened to you.
And you will be waking up.
Sylus will make sure of that.
Rafayel -
Don't make his nightmares a reality.
Not again.
He's catching you before you can even begin to sway, and he'll be lucky if he remembers to shut the door behind him, his body melding against yours as he picks you up and runs down to his car.
"No, no no no. You stay awake, cutie."
He's definitely breaking at least a dozen laws just trying to get you to Akso hospital as quickly as he can. His mind is racing as fast as his car is moving down the streets, wondering what could have happened to you, what he should be doing right now, if he should have administered first aid to you before taking off-
But he's there so fast, it would have been nearly identical on the clock regardless of him still choosing to rush you to the hospital, or run to get and administer first aid for you from within his home.
He's there until you wake up- wide awake no matter how long it takes. It could be minutes, hours, days- he can't sleep. The image of you dying before him- the image of you standing on his doorstep as well- etched on the back of his eyelids every time he tried to close his eyes.
He talks to you even when you're not awake, stroking your hand, your cheek, the side of your neck- trying to make sure you're as comfortable as he can make you.
When you wake up again, he has to hold himself back with everything in him from squeezing you too tightly. He doesn't want to burst your stitches or harm you, but his body and arms are all-encompassing on you as he hugs you firmly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
He really doesn't need you to see him cry.
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cinnamorollcrybaby · 2 days ago
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Hello love!! How are you doing? 💕
I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it 🫶🏽. I don’t know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said… I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento 😭 (also I can’t remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and you’d take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing he’d be like “you’re a very beautiful nurse” “I’m not a nurse but thank you” you feel me? Anyways that was it lol
Much love and take care!! 💗💗
(I don’t know what anon is 😅 is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and I’m like so confused)
You’re my…. my wife?
Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.
An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. I’m glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc I’ll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as it’s not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).
I hope it’s okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creator’s idea, and I don’t want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!
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Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.
Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well… except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.
The curse didn’t just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the one’s that included you.
His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.
You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.
When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.
“Were you hit with the cursed technique too?” He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.
“Oh, um… no..” You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasn’t your husband.
“Forgive me… Are you Shoko’s apprentice..?” He tries once again to remember. He’s seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.
Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness what’s going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, they’re hopeful that he’ll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldn’t just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.
“No… I’m not Shoko’s apprentice.” You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, it’s certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.
“Hm.” He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.
“Trying to look good for her, Nanamin?” He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing what’s going on. Your poor husband isn’t uncomfortable with your presence. He’s nervous.
“Don’t be crude, Satoru. There’s a lady in the room.” He huffs, shaking his head at Satoru’s audacity.
“Aww, thank you, Nanami.” Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoru’s tactic.
“I wasn’t talking about you.” Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another “secretive” glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband can’t keep his eyes off of you.
“I.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we could…” His eyes flicker down to the wedding band that’s proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. “Ah, I see. forget what I was saying.”
Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he can’t ask you out because you’re married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.
Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husband’s, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.
“If you were my wife, I wouldn’t like you touching another man like that…” He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.
“Well, it’s a good thing I am your wife.” You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.
Nanami’s eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wife…?
“You’re my… my wife?” He asks quietly.
“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. “We’ve been married for a few years now.” You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.
“I… I’m sorry… I don’t-“ Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but he’s just trying to wrap his head around it all. You’re his wife… You’re his wife. “I’m sorry- I just can’t seem to remember…”
“It’s okay, Ken. Take your time.” You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.
His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend what’s going on, but he knows in his very soul that he’s the luckiest man alive because you’re his wife.
Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.
Ken didn’t only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.
Oh, and that’s not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely… the way it’s so fucking wet — greedily sucking him in… Goddamn, he’s so lucky to have you.
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inmyheaddd · 2 days ago
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✦ percy’s last words (almost)
summary: percy mistakes melatonin gummies for regular ones… and is convinced he has met his life’s end wc: 900
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you walked into your room and nearly burst out laughing when you saw percy sprawled across your bed on his back. he was holding a dark blue bottle of something tight in his hands— maybe medicine— like it was some sort of lifeline. 
his eyes were droopy, but there was this wild panicked look in them as he stared at the ceiling, looking like he was seriously going through something.
he was blinking slowly, like even that act alone was taking up all his energy.
“percy… what’s going on?” you asked, a hint of laughter in your voice as he gave you a slow half smile.
he took his gaze towards you, his expression somewhere between dazed and happy to see you. 
“hey…” he mumbled, holding up the dark blue bottle up infront of him and squinting at it. “did you know you have these little blue gummies?” he asked. “they’re… so good.”
“what little blue gummies, perce?” you asked, as you slowly sat down on the bed next to him.
“these ones,” he responded as he turned on his side to see you, blindly waving the bottle in the air as you scooted closer.
you gently took the bottle from his hands. your eyes widening as you read the label. 
“percy,” you looked at the drowsy boy in question, “these are melatonin gummies.”
“melatonin? like— for sleep?”
you nodded slowly, eyes flickering back to the bottle that was literally empty. 
he sat up suddenly. he looked at the bottle like it had suddenly turned on him, his face slowly shifting from blissful to horrified. 
“oh gods… oh gods,” and then it started. 
“i ate a lot! a whole lot! like— the whole bottle.” 
he looked back at you with eyes wide and panicked. “am i gonna die? am i going to die? i’m going to die.” 
you tried to hold back a laugh but you failed completely. “you’re not gonna die, percy! you’re just gonna be… really really sleepy.”
he looked far too anxious for someone in a semi-comatose state. “when i said i love sleeping more than anything, i didn’t actually mean it! i don’t want to literally sleep forever.”
“wait wait wait, what’s 8 times 50?” he muttered to more himself than you, looking severely stressed. 
“8 hours of sleep, 50 gummies…” he continued murmuring panickedly, counting his fingers on his hand and his eyes narrowing as he ltried to work it out.
“okay, i was never good at math, but, i know that’s a lot of hours.” he came to his conclusion. “oh gods, i’m going to be asleep forever.”
you were 2 seconds away from falling into a fit of laughter, and you were fighting the biggest smile ever. 
“relax sleeping beauty,” you said through a laugh, “that’s not how it works. worst case scenario, you’d take a little trip the hospital. and that’s for humans, not half bloods.”
he seemed to have a million thoughts running through his mind, before he suddenly clutched your hand, his face looking more worried than ever. 
in through one ear, and right out the other. 
“—but what if i never wake up?” he swallowed thickly with his brows knitted together, looking more worried now than he ever looked fighting a literal monster.
“i don’t want to go out because of some stupid blue gummies! my last words can’t be about gummies!”
“maybe use this as a lesson, — you shouldn’t eat everything that’s blue, perce.” you teased slightly, laughing as he looked at you.
“don’t turn this on me! it’s not my fault i—“ he started to defend himself, before pausing and seemingly coming to a realization. 
 “wait… you’re not saying i’m wrong… you’re just accepting it.” he turned away from you, slowly shaking his head at the ceiling as his lips turned downwards, disappointment overtaking his features. 
“even you know i’m going to die.” 
“percy.” you said, trying to keep your voice as serious as possible, but a laugh was about to break at any second. 
“listen to me: you are not going to die. i know you are not doing to die.” 
he was in fact, not listening to you. the melatonin gummies seemed to have clouded every one of his senses.
“i really wanted my last words to be something epic, you know?” 
“oh really?” you said flatly, trying to keep a straight face. 
he was still totally panicked, but he was somehow giving you the softest, most lovesick look.
maybe feeding into this a little wouldn’t be so bad. “don’t worry, you still have some time left, why don’t you say them now?”
“i’m being serious,” he mumbled quietly, like he could see the fact that you were perceiving this as the funniest thing in the world, and not his final moment with you. 
“alright i’m sorry perce,” you responded softly, pushing back your laughter to a deeper depth than tartarus. “go ahead and tell me your epic last words, i promise i won’t laugh.” you shook your head as you pressed your lips into a line, “this is super serious.” 
his grip on your hand loosened as he started to relax, his eyelids drooping.
“okay well,” he started, content with your words now. “you’re, like… the smartest and funniest person i know. you’re really pretty, too.” he said, giving you a lopsided, lovesick smile. 
“you’re the best, kinda like a blue gummy, but… in a really good way.” he spoke— he must’ve thought he was shakespeare with that one. 
“you’d never make me so sleepy that i die. you’d never turn on me like those blue gummies.” 
he sighed sadly as he neared the end of his final monologue, letting his head rest against your shoulder as his eyes slowly shut. “you’re my favorite.”
you smiled at him as he finally lost the grand battle between him and sleep.  “you’re my favorite too, perce. i love you.”
no response, just his soft breaths, and even softer grip he had on your waist.
that now left you with a fast-asleep percy, an empty bottle of gummies, and the perfect story to annoy him with when he woke up. 
if he woke up…
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pearlymel · 1 day ago
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☆ cw. mdni, fem!reader, fluffy smut, talks of having children, established relationship.
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Zayne Always admired that look on your face whenever he would start making love to you.
Your messed up hair that no matter how much he tried smoothening it out with his fingers, it would end up even messier, your swollen parted glossy lips, and half-lidded awaiting eyes.
Zayne doesn't really know when he became fond of you. Perhaps it was when he first met you all those years ago, when you two were kids. Maybe it was when he found you passed out under a tree during a storm.
But ever since he realized his feelings for you all he could think about was making sure you don't get hurt. He's not sure if he's been doing a good job with that. Especially when you're asking for another round after he just wrecked your pussy from the long hours at the hospital, could you really blame him?
As if you could read his mind, you whisper "you're doing well, dearest."
"I should be the one reassuring you, love." He chuckled as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. He's quite glad you're in his arms. There are days where his work takes a toll on him more than usual.
He knows sometimes you're able and willing to go another round since you're quite greedy to keep the feeling going, he'd always make sure to stop you. You can be a little too impatient sometimes, it makes his cheeks flush a rosy pink as he rubbed the tip of his re-hardend flushed length against your slit, coating himself in your slick.
And there's your gasp and arch of your back once he pushed in with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling you all at once, like your cunt was swallowing him in that it never misses to make him dizzy.
His right hand traces along your left arm until it reached your hand to enclose your fingers together, where he could feel your wedding ring on his skin. with that, Zayne starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He sets a gentle pace, focusing on long, deep strokes that aim to please rather than overwhelm as your lips find his into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your tongues tangling lazily.
He angles his hips, hitting that spongy spot inside you that never fails to make you whimper and squirm underneath him. He reaches his free hand down between your bodies to find your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles around the sensitive bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and your hand squeezes his so hard, signalling your pending orgasm.
Zayne can feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, he redoubles his efforts, his fingers working on your clit faster as his cock starts pounding into harder, deeper for your pleasures. Your fluttering walls responds with a tight clench around his cock until your eyes are rolling back.
"Zayne," you pant his name softly like a prayer to his ear, your fingertips brushing over his shoulder to his cheek, "do you ever.. ever want to have a baby—"
The question catches him off guard. It's not that the thought of having kids with you doesn't excite him. Quite the opposite. You've both been married for a while, and he's quite keen on the idea.
"Haaah—" So keen that that it makes him cum right on the spot, he buries himself to the hilt inside, he groans low and long, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into your awaiting womb in hot, thick spurts.
You're both silent in eachother's embrace for a while before he pulls out, you watch his every move without a word, from him cleaning you up to joining you back in bed so he could hold you close.
"You didn't answer me." You poke your question at him, and he raises an amused eyebrow, ".. the thought of having kids with you crosses my mind everytime i see you play with them." He answers you with passion, your heart skips a beat.
"... I think a copy of you and i would be cute." The idea of having a child that's a mix of both him and you being cute was something he also thought many times before. "Is that the only reason you want a kid?" He teased lowly, his hand moving to caress your nape now.
"Well you'd be a great father," you say it as if it's the obvious, and Zayne's smile grows wider as your statement, he couldn't help but feel happy hearing you think of him as a father.
The thought of you, carrying his child was quite appealing to him. He's quite sure he'd pamper you and take care of you ten times more than before.
"Do you really think so?" He asks as he watches you blink sleepily, "of course.. you're attentive, caring, loving, plus a doctor."
"And you think those will make me a great father?" His hand moves further down from your nape, it's now resting on the top of your hip, grabbing it lightly. Zayne's thumb continues to trace the skin of your hip in a soft manner. "How about you? Would you be a good mother?" He asks genuinely.
You're hesitant, "i don't think so."
"Why not?"
"..."
"I think you'll be an amazing mother, you just don't know it yet." Zayne softly pecks your cheek, and you blink slowly at the kiss.
Sometimes even he wonders why you can't see yourself the same way he does. He's sure if you were to give birth to his child, you'd instantly be in love with the little baby in your hands.
"you're so easy to love." You murmur, and his eyebrows furrow, "i mean.. anyone could fall for you because of your loveable nature." You peck at the corner of his lips this time.
Zayne's response is silent as he's still bewildered by what you said. He's never considered himself to be someone that would make a woman fall madly in love with him, when all he's ever thought of loving was that one person he's known all his life, in every universe.
"Don't think about it so much," you look down at him from your side in this still night, with your arms moving to cage him in close, "I love you."
He's quite lucky to have someone like you in his life, you're too sweet and kind with your words. He's always known that.
He stares at you quietly for a moment before responding. "I love you, so much."
You both retire for the night, with your heart's content knowing there still is a long way to your marriage.
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soulprompts · 1 day ago
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CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.
i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!
" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "
" you're burning up. "
" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "
" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "
" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "
" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "
" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "
" you look like hell. "
" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "
" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "
" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "
" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "
" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "
" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "
" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "
" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "
" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "
" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "
" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "
" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "
" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "
" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "
" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "
" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "
" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "
" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "
" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "
" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "
" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "
ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):
[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.
[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.
[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.
[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.
[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.
[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.
[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.
[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.
[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.
[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.
[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.
[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.
[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.
[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.
[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.
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livingslime · 2 days ago
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Frequently asked questions
When will the full game be released?
The release date for the full version is still to be announced. I work on this visual novel in my free time, so progress may vary. Currently, the project is in its early stages, making it difficult to project a completion date. As development progresses and I get closer to finishing, I hope to have a clearer timeline.
Is MC really in a hospital?
It is intentionally ambiguous whether the MC is truly in a hospital. The absence of nurses and Dr. Anselm being the only one attending to the MC are deliberately meant to provoke player suspicion. This mystery and the setting’s true nature are meant to unravel in later chapters.
Where did the MC's pee go?
The MC has a urinary catheter, a medical device used to drain urine from the bladder into an attached collection bag.
Urine collection bags connected to a catheter are typically changed every 5 to 7 days.
In the later chapters, there will come a time when Anselm has to change the MC's peepee bag.
Does MC actually need a urinary catheter?
In cases of severe traumatic brain injury (TBI), a urinary catheter may be necessary, especially in the early stages of recovery. TBI can lead to a range of symptoms, including impaired mobility, cognitive changes, or decreased control over bodily functions.
Also MC was unconscious for 2 days before waking up, catheters are commonly used for unconscious patients.
Will MC ever take a shower?
Yes I was planning to use this as content for later chapters.
Fun fact : Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) patients in hospitals usually do not take showers independently, especially if they are in a critical or unstable condition. Instead, they are often given sponge baths or bed baths by staff to maintain hygiene without moving them too much, which could be risky. huehue
Will there be an ending where MC and Anselm are together?
Yes, absolutely! There will be an ending where MC and Anselm end up together. These endings will naturally come at the game's conclusion, and as I get closer to writing the finale, I'll have a clearer idea of how many good and bad endings there will be in total.
Was Anselm the one to cause MC's injury?
So this mystery is also to be unfolded in the later chapters. I hope readers understand that this visual novel has mystery/horror elements, there wouldn’t be much of a story if I revealed everything outright (ᗒᗨᗕ)
Does Anselm love the MC or just taking care of them?
Anselm's heart belongs entirely to the MC; they're the only one he truly loves.
Is Anselm a dog or cat person? or any other animal?
Anselm doesn’t usually keep pets, as he’s often away and lacks the time to care for one. But if he and the MC were living together and the MC wanted a pet, he would happily bring one home and enjoy caring for it together with them.
If he could, Anselm would create a beautiful bird terrarium—a place where he could observe them freely within a controlled space. There, they’d be safe, unable to leave but he alone is able to admire their beauty.
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willowsnook · 6 hours ago
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Coffee?
just a short little blurb i was thinking about
lando norris x reader
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After two intense race weekends, the third one in this F1 triple-header had you completely drained. As part of the Williams partnership team, your role involved wining and dining sponsors non-stop, which left you with very little energy. By Saturday morning, you made a beeline for the coffee tent the moment you arrived at the paddock.
You had started bringing your own personal bottle of vanilla syrup to make a vanilla latte with because you were never going to be edgy enough to enjoy black coffee.
"Hola Y/N," Carlos called out to you as he approached the tent with Lando in tow. You'd met him when he signed with Williams and were looking forward to the next season that you'd be working together.
"Hey Carlos, can I make you something while I'm here?" You asked putting a lid on your drink. He shook his head, pointing to the cup he was already carrying. "What about you Lando, want anything?"
Lando's face scrunched up with a look of disgust much to you and Carlos' amusement.
"That stuff is horrible," he complained and you giggled.
"That's because you've only been subject to Carlos' order which in my opinion is gross," you said and Carlos shot you a look.
"Hey now," he said.
"Let me make you my version please," you asked Lando and he nodded giving in. He rested his arms on the coffee bar, leaning over to watch you as you made him a vanilla latte.
When it was ready, you handed it over to him, watching with anticipation as he took his first sip. He blinked, then took another sip, clearly surprised.
“This is… actually good. I like it,” he admitted, and you shot Carlos a smug look.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," he muttered. "Too much sugar means it's not even real coffee anymore."
The next day you were in the Williams hospitality area, helping set up when you watched Lando stroll in. He looked around the room searching for someone and smiled when he saw you jogging over.
"Hey y/n," he said.
"What's up?" You asked.
"Can you please make me one of those drinks you made me yesterday?" He asked, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You laughed and nodded.
"Yeah I could use a coffee break anyways, let's go."
And so began a new tradition. That little coffee ritual became a staple in your race weekends and laid the foundation for a budding friendship between you and Lando.
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aventurineswife · 3 days ago
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Aventurine with a hospitalized reader? I love how you write so much!! :3
“I never believed in luck until I met you.”
Summary: In the quiet confines of a hospital room, Aventurine, known for his charm and daring, reveals a softer, more vulnerable side as he sits beside his hospitalized partner. With playful gestures and genuine tenderness, he brings warmth and light to their recovery, reminding them of their unique bond and the strength they give each other.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hospital setting, Soft moments, Vulnerability.
Warnings: Mentions of hospitalization, light angst, with a focus of emotional vulnerability.
A/N: Thank you so much, anon 🫶💖!! I love the request and hope it meets up to your expectations!
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You opened your eyes to the sterile white ceiling, the quiet hum of machines reminding you of your surroundings. Your chest ached faintly as you moved, and the familiar dullness of the hospital settled around you. But today felt different, lighter somehow, as if the air itself carried a spark of excitement.
And there he was—Aventurine, standing at the foot of your bed, grinning. His sandy-blond hair fell slightly across his face, and those eyes sparkled with a mischievous warmth that seemed to brighten the entire room. Even his attire—somehow seemed effortlessly out of place here, like he’d strolled right off a casino floor to see you.
“Well, darling, looks like I’m just in time.” He tilted his head, sliding into the chair beside you and immediately reaching for your hand, his fingers warm against yours. “Wouldn’t want you to get too lonely, now would we?”
You laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “How could I feel lonely with a Stoneheart risking his lunch break just to sit with me?”
He leaned back, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. “Ah, but see, I like to think of it as my lucky break. Besides,” he added with a wink, “someone has to remind you that you’re my good luck charm.”
He reached into his coat, pulling out a small container with the most ridiculous thing inside—a mooncake cat, with a face painted on to look almost real. “I figured a silly snack would lift your spirits,” he said, breaking off a small piece and offering it to you. “Let’s hope it works its magic.”
You took the piece, savoring its sweetness. “Who’s the one in the hospital bed here?” you teased. “It’s usually you with the crazy luck stories.”
Aventurine’s smile softened, and he looked away, the playful mask slipping for just a second. “Everyone needs a reminder now and then,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over the back of your hand. “I know what it’s like to be in this place.”
He sighed, gently setting the rest of the mooncake cat aside. “It’s strange, but I always feel a bit...grounded, when I’m with you.” His voice softened as he held your gaze. “Like I can be more than the schemes and gambles. I can just...be me.”
Your heart warmed as his words lingered. In that moment, his dazzling, risk-taking facade fell away, revealing the vulnerability that he so often hid behind his confident smile. You reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.
“Guess that’s what makes us a winning pair,” you said. “We balance each other out.”
His eyes lit up as he chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “Then we’ve already hit the jackpot.”
A comfortable silence settled between you as he remained by your side, his hand a steady comfort. Every so often, he’d hum softly, telling you little stories about his day, his latest daring ventures, and absurd workplace tales—anything to keep you smiling. His presence was soothing, a steady flame against the cold hospital walls.
Finally, as the nurse stepped in to adjust your IV, Aventurine looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a tenderness that took your breath away. “Promise me one thing,” he whispered, his voice low and warm, meant only for you. “Promise me you’ll come back to me soon.”
You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “I promise.”
With that, Aventurine leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead, his warmth and devotion wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “Good,” he murmured. “Because, my lucky charm, I’d be lost without you.”
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He's definitely Lana Del Rey coded 🫶💖
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therandompagesblog · 2 days ago
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SKZ Mate: Chapter 10
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Warnings: Hospital talks, sexual health, general health
"blood type?" "I don't know." "Wolf size?" "I don't know." "Last time you had a heat?" "That I don't know either." "Could you be pregnant?" Y/N and Chan looked at eachother  before looking back at the medical questionnaire in absolute bewilderment. "I do know my date of birth. The rest I have no clue." Y/N said honestly. "You don't know where you live?" Chan said slowly as if she had just hit her head. "I don't know your address. I just live there." "Good point." Chan chuckled as he tried to fill in some of it for her.
Chan had decided to contact a werewolf specialist after her sub-drop to check for any underlying health concerns. He was worried that Ateez might have done more damage internally than what Felix could pick up. Chan also wanted to find out more about her heat cycle along with when her next heat might happen so he could prepare and make her comfortable for when it happened. He didn't want to ask Felix to do those checks in case she felt uncomfortable so he thought a female doctor might be better for the time being. The female doctor happened to be Changbin's older sister Jaehee. She was one of the most reputable doctors and gynecologists in the city that worked closely with werewolves. Jaehee could have come to the house but Chan decided against it and decided to meet at the hospital as he thought it might be nice for Y/N to go outside. Chan didn't want to trap her in his set of woods away from civilization but he was so worried about Hongjoong catching on or finding her out in public and he wasn't ready to risk it just yet. There were already rumours that Hongjoong had lost his omega and his pack had weakened because of her disappearance. It also doesn't look good to the outsiders that he lost an omega. It shows massive instability and cruelty, because why else would an omega leave, unless she was taken. That was probably how Hongjoong was probably playing it out, but Chan wasn't keeping up to date with his patterns at the moment since Minho and Hyunjin offered to take over while Chan sorts out his problems with his own family.
"Hi Chris, how are you?" An orotund voice called out. Y/N jumped slightly at the woman's voice, causing Chan to chuckle. "Hi Jaehee. I'm sorry to have demanded for you so soon." Chan apologised. "There's no need. My little brother explained." Jaehee explained with a smile. "Come on then omega." "I'll wait here. So you two can talk." Chan explained as he gently gave Y/N a squeeze on her shoulder. "How chivalrous of you Christopher." Jaehee mumbled, rolling her eyes at the alphas behaviour. Y/N followed the female into her office but not forgetting to give Chan a nervous look. Thankfully he sent her a wave of comfort as she went in. "Don't look so nervous. I promise whatever you say to me doesn't go anywhere, the room is werewolf proof so no one outside of this room can hear. And I also won't disclose anything to Chan or my brother unless you're sick. The rest is not my business." Jaehee promised as she patted the bed before grabbing her clipboard and running through a series of questions. They started off as generic questions. What is her diet like? How often does she phase? What is her heat cycle like? How often does her cycle last? Do you get pain during your heat cycle? All of which Y/N knew roughly. Y/N had an alright diet but it could be better. In terms of wolf health, she didn't phase a lot and mostly it was because she was told not too so her wolf was always caged in. In regards to her heat cycle she hadn't had one in over 2 moons.
While Jaehee asked a series of questions she checked Y/Ns height, weight, body temperature before going on to blood tests. Jaehee promised the blood tests where only to check for deficiencies and rule out any possible diseases. "Alright, this next part I need to some cervical examinations just to rule out anything." Jaehee said with an awkward smile as she brought over the ultrasound. "Does my brother treat you right?" Jaehee asked as she waited for Y/N to get comfortable before sticking the instrument in. "Yes. He does. Him and Jisung helped me prepare my nest." Y/N said awkwardly. "Changbin has a big heart. Feel free to abuse it within reason. And when I say that I mean in a healthy way like asking him to buy things for you, not playing the rejection game like my friend does with hers." Jaehee shook her as she remembered what her friend told her. "How is Hyunjin and Minho? They are the most difficult pair. "Um, Minho is rather awkward with me and Hyunjin I think hates me. He frightens me." Y/N said honestly. "I doubt Hyunjin hates you. He can hate but you would know it as you wouldn't necessarily be here. Hyunjin is complex but be patient with him. My advice let him come to you on his terms do not go to him or force him." Jaehee stated. "Um. Chan got him to mark me." Y/N answered nervously. "Oh dear. I can imagine Hyunjin is not feeling happy about that. Give him time. He's not pure evil he just has different morals." Jaehee answered.
The room went silent as Jaehee poked and prodded around Y/N's body, glaring and squinty at the screen, making Y/N nervous. "You are definitely not pregnant. Which I am sure is a relief for you, however, your pelvic bone is cracked which is slightly concerning, so I'm going to have to ban Straykids from any intimate activity from you for the next twelve weeks. It might be eight but those feral males will try and push too early so tell them twelve. In terms of missing heats I strongly believe it is due to high amounts of stress so hopefully in the next one or two moons it comes back. Any questions?" Jaehee asked, in which Y/N shook her head. "Good. I'll write a report to give to Chris. Make sure you eat more protein, the bloodier the better. Try to get more exercise by running in your wolf form. Cardio is better than weight training at the moment as your body has gone through a lot of stress so I wouldn't advise following my brother to the gym. Herbal remedies are great for stress, reproductive and sexual health. I know Felix and Minho are great at making them. Definitely no sex for twelve weeks. The longer the better. Oral sex after eight weeks unless they are really gentle but I have no clue who would be. Minho might be the more gentle one or no maybe not him. Never mind. Oral sex we'll say is fine unless they thrust too hard, it's also a great relaxation technique. Alright what else. Ah, for your pelvic bone try doing pelvic floor muscles. Hot baths, massages and lots of rest. I've also typed this for Chan. Feel free to wack him around the head with it or any of them until they understand. Got it." "Uh, huh." Y/N said as she tried to process a large amount of information. "Your blood test and scan results will be all together in two weeks, but they will be done with a fake name in case Ateez somehow gets a hold of information." Jaehee explained as she gave Y/N her report along with a prescription for birth control pills with a knowing look.
Y/N thanked Jaehee and walked out of her office to see Chan on the phone. Chan quickly hung up and greeted her with a small kiss on the forehead. "How did it go?" Chan asked as he took her paperwork before holding her hand. "Okay." Y/N said awkwardly. Chan hummed in response and wrapped his arm around her. "Let's talk in the car. We have to pick up some wolf protein shake as Changbin has run out." Chan stated like he wasn't even sure what Changbin was on about. As soon as they reached the car, Chan read through the paperwork, taking all of the information in before he started the car up. "Is there anything you want to talk about or get off your mind, not in relation to this of course?" Chan asked, giving her the room to speak freely. "No. I'm just learning to trust and accept things and to feel comfortable again." Y/N admitted. "That's understandable. Your body and mind has been under a lot of stress for however long, but I am grateful you are trying to trust us. As you need lots of rest I hope you will allow us to look after you properly and show you who we are. Obviously within reason for some of them." Chan expressed while also stating the obvious about a certain wolf. "I will state if Changbin offers to give you massages that's fine but not if he finds a muscle knot. He tends to make them worse. Hyunjin is actually the better one to get them out along with Seungmin as they are good with pressure points." "Does Hyunjin hate me?" Y/N blurted out causing Chan to look at her. "No. No he does not. He has a story that is his to tell, but what I will tell you is Hyunjin once lived with Hongjoong and you know what Hongjoong is like he did something. Hyunjin doesn't hate you he hates him and his pack. He doesn't trust anything related to him. But please do not take anything he states personally unless he does make it personal. If he does make you upset at any point tell me." Chan stated as he squeezed Y/N's hand. Still, Y/N couldn't help but worry but for now she had to trust him until something changes.
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jetii · 1 day ago
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Too Sweet
Part One | Part Two | Part Four
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Pairing: Fox x fem!Reader / Fox x Doctor!Reader
Words: 6,514/25,758
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, strangers to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, Fox is a little anxious/paranoid, and he needs a hug, this chapter is more dark/intense than the others oopsie, smut in part 4
Summary: Fox has no time for romance. He doesn't even have time for sleep, let alone dates. But when a horrible day at work leads him to you, he suddenly finds himself in danger of reevaluating his priorities.
A/N: Sorry in advance for Thorn and the sads. I'll make it up to you next part. 💙
Previous Work | Next Work | Masterlist
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The next few weeks are a blur.
Fox is pulled in so many directions that he can barely keep up. Between the Senate meetings, the riots, the constant flow of paperwork, and the barrage of complaints from his brothers, it's a miracle he's able to sleep at all.
But the time he spends talking to you is a bright spot in an otherwise dreary existence.
It's a welcome relief, and he finds himself looking forward to your messages, eagerly anticipating each new one. You're funny, and thoughtful, and you're able to get him to open up, which is something that hasn't happened in a long time. It's strange, and a little scary, but he can't bring himself to stop, and the longer it goes on, the more he feels like he's starting to slip.
He knows that you're only talking to him because of the grant, and the thought that you could be using him makes his stomach churn. But he doesn't think you would, and the fact that you seem genuinely interested in his well-being is something that he can't ignore. You always ask him how he's doing, if he's getting any sleep, and your concern is obvious, and yet, it still catches him off guard. He's not used to being cared for, and the way you treat him, like he matters, like he's human, is so different than anything he's ever experienced before.
Fox doesn't tell his brothers about you. He's not sure why, but the thought of telling anyone about his friendship with you makes him nervous. There's something special, something fragile, about what you have, and he doesn't want anyone to ruin it.
But, the secret doesn't last long.
One of the guard squadrons is ambushed during a routine patrol, and Thorn is caught in the crossfire. When Fox gets the report, he immediately heads for the med center, and when he gets there, he sees a group of troopers gathered outside the entrance. They're talking quietly amongst themselves, and they all look nervous. One of the men sees him and waves him over, a grim expression on his face.
"What happened?" Fox asks, his heart sinking. "Is he okay?"
"He's stable," Burst replies, and Fox lets out a breath, his shoulders sagging in relief. "But they won't let us see him."
"They won't?"
"No, sir," he sighs. "Something about hospital policy."
Fox frowns, a cold fury filling him. The fact that they would deny his brothers, his family, the chance to see their brother is infuriating, and the idea that Thorn was sitting in the medical ward, alone and hurt, makes his blood boil.
"I'll take care of it," Fox says, and Burst nods, looking relieved.
He pushes past the group, his fists clenched, and walks inside, heading straight for the front desk. The nurse looks up at him, his expression blank, and the look on his face must be enough, because his eyes widen, and he sits up.
"How may I—"
"Thorn," he growls. "Where is he?"
"I'm sorry, but we have a strict no visitors policy," the nurse says. His voice is calm, but his fingers are tapping on the desk, and the action betrays his nerves. "I can't—"
"Show me where he is," Fox demands. His voice is low, and the troopers behind him shift uncomfortably.
"Commander," the nurse says, a note of panic in his voice. "Please, calm down. If you'd just—"
"No," he interrupts, leaning over the desk. The nurse recoils, and Fox can see the fear in his eyes. Good. He should be afraid. If he didn't show him where Thorn was, he'd—
“Fox.”
The sound of your voice cuts through the red haze in his mind, and he pauses, turning towards you. Your eyes are wide, and there's a concerned crease between your brows. The sight of you, the way you're looking at him, brings him back to his senses, and he pulls back, taking a deep breath.
"What's going on?" you ask, frowning.
"I need to see Thorn," Fox says, his tone sharp. He doesn't mean to take his anger out on you, but the frustration is still there, simmering beneath the surface, and he can't seem to let it go. "They won't let me."
"He's not allowed any visitors," you explain softly. You glance at the nurse, and she nods, scurrying off. "He's in intensive care."
"I don't care," Fox snaps. He's tired, and the stress is making his temper short, and the last thing he wants is to get into an argument with you. "I'm not leaving until I see him."
"Fox." You walk over to him, and he feels his resolve weaken. There's a look in your eyes, something pleading, that makes his chest tighten, and he can't ignore it.  You reach out and take his hand, squeezing gently. "I know you're worried, but please, trust me. I'm not keeping you from him. I would never do that."
The anger slowly fades, and the tension drains from his body.
"I know," he mutters.
"He's stable," you say. Your grip on his hand tightens, and the contact is reassuring. "He'll be okay. I promise."
Fox nods, his shoulders slumping. He's not sure what he was expecting, but the truth of your words hits him hard. You're not lying. You would never lie to him, and the fact that he had doubted you, even for a moment, leaves him feeling sick.
"Can I at least check on him?" he asks. "Make sure he's..."
"It's against protocol, but..." You trail off, biting your lip, and then give him a small smile. "Just a few minutes."
"Thank you," he breathes.
"Come on," you say, tugging on his hand. "He's in the surgical ward."
He lets you lead him down the hallway, passing the group of troopers as you do. They watch the two of you go, and Fox knows that the rumor mill is going to be buzzing tomorrow. The thought makes him cringe, but the knowledge that Thorn was alive, and safe, is all he can focus on.
"I'm sorry," Fox mutters as the two of you walk. "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that."
"It's okay," you say, shaking your head. "You were worried."
"Still." He glances down at your joined hands, and he can't help but wonder why you haven't let go. The thought of it being because you enjoy the contact, because you like touching him, is absurd, but the thought lingers.
"You don't have to apologize," you say, squeezing his hand. "I know how you feel."
"Oh, really?" Fox raises an eyebrow. "How many times have you threatened the staff?"
"Well, I haven't had the pleasure, but I can't say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind," you tease.
"You, threatening someone?" he snorts. "I doubt that."
"You'd be surprised."
You come to a stop outside a set of double doors, and you swipe a card through the reader. The doors slide open, and you step inside, pulling him with you. 
The ward is quiet, and the sterile smell of bacta assaults his nose. He wrinkles his nose, and you smile, your fingers twitching around his. The movement is subtle, but he notices, and he gives you a small smile in return.
"This is him," you murmur, stopping in front of a door. 
You press a button on the control panel, and the door slides open, revealing a dimly lit room. A bed is pushed up against the wall, and there's a machine hooked up to a figure laying on it. Fox's breath catches, and he lets go of your hand, stepping inside. The door closes behind him, and he stands there, staring at the form of his brother.
Thorn's armor is gone, and his chest is covered in bandages. His face is pale, and his hair is matted with blood, and the sight is enough to make Fox's throat tighten. He's still alive, but he looks so small, so fragile, that Fox has to resist the urge to reach out and shake him, to wake him from whatever nightmare he's trapped in.
"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I should've warned you."
"It's fine," he whispers, and the words are almost lost in the silence of the room.
He turns to look at you, and the sympathy in your eyes is enough to break him. He lets out a shaky breath, the tension draining out of him and leaving him feeling hollow. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, his vision is blurry, and the tears spill over. He tries to wipe them away, but they keep coming, and he turns away, ashamed.
You don't say anything, but your hand finds his, and you squeeze, your thumb rubbing circles into his skin. It's a simple gesture, but it means so much, and Fox lets himself lean into you, just a little, letting your warmth ground him.
The two of you stand there, silent, listening to the beeping of the machines. The room is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of sheets, and the only light comes from the monitors and the glow from the hallway. It's peaceful, in a way, but Fox knows it's a temporary reprieve, a brief respite from the chaos. As soon as he leaves, he'll be back in the fray, dealing with the riots, the protests, the Senate. And without Thorn, things will be even more difficult.
"It'll be okay," you murmur, your voice soft.
Fox doesn't reply. He can't.
"Fox."
He looks down at you, his expression grim. Your eyes are wide, your brows furrowed, a hint of concern on your face. You squeeze his hand, as if trying to comfort him, but he pulls away, the gesture too intimate, too close.
"He'll be okay," you insist, your tone gentle.
"How can you be so sure?" he asks, his voice breaking. 
He's tired, exhausted, the weight of his duties pulling him down, dragging him into a darkness that he can't escape. He's lost so many brothers already, the loss of one more would be unbearable, and he can't help but wonder if he's cursed, if his luck is finally running out.
"I know," you say, and there's an edge to your voice that surprises him. "Trust me."
Fox swallows thickly and nods. You reach out, your hand cupping his cheek. The touch is light, but the gesture is meaningful, and his heart skips a beat. Your eyes meet his, and your gaze is filled with such conviction, such strength, that he can't look away. "I won't let him."
"Okay," Fox murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
The two of you lapse into silence again, and Fox can't seem to tear his eyes away from you. There's something different about the way you're looking at him, something that he can't quite name, and it leaves him feeling raw and exposed.
He knows you're not lying, but the thought that you could possibly care so much about him is terrifying. You're so warm, so kind, so sweet, and he doesn't understand how someone like you could ever be interested in him. And yet, the way you're looking at him, the concern written on your face, tells him that it's true.
Fox reaches up and covers your hand with his, pressing it closer. You smile, and the sadness in your eyes melts away, replaced by a warmth that fills him with hope. He takes a step closer, and you close the distance between you, your body pressed against his. His free hand finds its way to your hip, and the two of you stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms. It's comforting, and Fox lets his eyes fall closed, savoring the moment.
"Thank you," he whispers, his voice cracking. He knows he should let go, that it's probably inappropriate for him to be so close to you, but he can't bring himself to move, and you don't seem to mind. Your hand moves from his cheek to his neck, your fingers lightly stroking his skin, and he lets out a shuddering breath.
"Anytime," you murmur. 
The two of you pull back, and the loss of contact makes his heart ache, but the look on your face is enough to soothe him. You smile at him and then step away, walking over to the bed. You check the monitors and smooth out the sheets. “He should be awake in a few days. I'll let you know when."
He clears his throat and nods. "Thanks."
"Do you want me to escort you out?"
"No, no, I can find my way."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay." You give him a small smile, and his chest tightens.
"I'll see you around," he says, and the words feel inadequate, but they're the only ones he can think of.
"You will." You hesitate, and then lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Take care of yourself, Commander."
"I'll try," he murmurs. He gives you a small smile, and then heads for the door, his mind racing. When the door closes behind him, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The scent of lavender lingers in the air, and the warmth of your lips on his cheek is like a brand. He lifts a hand and brushes his fingers against the spot, his stomach fluttering.
When he turns to leave, the men outside the room are nowhere to be found, and he lets out a sigh.
So much for secrecy.
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"Well, well, well, looks like the commander has a new girlfriend."
Fox looks up, his eyes narrowing. Thire is leaning against the door frame, a grin on his face. Behind him, Stone is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.
"What are you talking about?" Fox asks, his tone flat.
"Word around the barracks is that you're sweet on a nurse," Thire teases, and he winks at him. "A cute one, too, by the sounds of it."
Fox bristles, offended on your behalf. It had been three days since the incident at the medical center, and Thorn was doing better. You'd been true to your word, and you'd kept him updated on his condition, sending him daily messages about his progress. Fox hadn't expected anything, but the fact that you'd kept your promise, and the fact that you seemed to genuinely care about his brother's wellbeing, was touching. He wasn't used to people keeping their word, and the gesture was more meaningful than you probably realized.
“She’s a doctor," Fox mutters, returning his attention to the report in front of him. "And she's not my girlfriend.”
"That's not what Thorn’s men are saying," Stone comments. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. "You were awfully cozy with her."
"It was nothing."
"You held hands, Commander."
"We were—" Fox breaks off, his face heating up. You’d held hands, hadn't you? You'd touched him, held him, and he'd let you, had wanted you to. He shakes his head. "She was being nice. She let me see Thorn."
"So, the rumors aren't true?" Thire asks, raising an eyebrow. "You're not sleeping with her?"
"No," Fox scoffs. The idea is ridiculous. Him? Sleeping with someone like you? That would never happen. You were too sweet, too kind, and the thought of you with someone like him, someone cold and harsh and damaged, was ludicrous. "She's a friend."
"Right," Stone mutters, exchanging a knowing look with Thire. "A friend."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Thire says, smirking. “Just that you've been spending a lot of time with her lately."
"So?"
"So, she must be pretty special."
"She is," Fox snaps. He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, and he quickly turns away, staring intently at the report on his desk. The words blur, and he frowns, his brows knitting together.
Special. Was that what you were? To him? You'd certainly been a bright spot in his life, a ray of sunshine through the storm clouds that were constantly hovering over his head. You were kind, and warm, and gentle, and the thought of you, and the way you made him feel, was something he was starting to crave.
Oh.
Oh, no.
"Shit," Fox murmurs, closing his eyes. 
He'd never felt like this before. He'd never had time for relationships, never had the opportunity, and he'd always assumed that the feelings he'd heard his brothers describe, the butterflies and the warmth and the longing, were exaggerations. But now, faced with the realization that they might be real, he wasn't sure what to do.
He was in trouble. Big trouble.
“Shit."
"Something wrong?" Thire asks, and his voice is filled with amusement.
"No," Fox snaps, glaring at him. "Just go away."
"Sure, boss," Thire chuckles.
Stone smirks and winks at him, and the two of them turn and leave.
Fox sighs, dropping his head into his hands. He'd been trying to avoid this, trying to avoid thinking about the warmth in his chest whenever he talked to you, the way his stomach fluttered whenever you smiled at him, the way his skin tingled when you touched him. Physical attraction was one thing, but this...this was different. And it was a complication he didn't need.
His comm beeps, and he picks it up, his stomach dropping when he sees who it is. He presses a button, and a holo-image of you appears. You're wearing your scrubs, and there's a smile on your face that makes his heart race.
"Hey," you greet, giving him a small wave.
"Hi," he manages.
"I just wanted to let you know that Thorn's going to be discharged tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah," you say, and the smile on your face grows. "He's doing great. We think he'll make a full recovery."
“Get me out of here, Fox!” a familiar voice yells. Fox scowls as the projection widens to show Thorn sitting up in his bed beside you, a wide grin on his face. The bandages are gone, and he looks healthy, if not a little tired. "I'm going stir crazy."
"Thorn, you need to rest," you scold, and you push his face away, but not before Fox catches a glimpse of the darkened shade of your cheeks.
Thorn winks at him, and a wave of protectiveness crashes over him. Of course, Thorn had been flirting with you, it was in his nature. His brother has always had a certain...charm, but the last thing he wants is for him to use it on you.
"I've been stuck in this bed for days," Thorn whines. "I'm not made for laying around."
"Well, it's not my fault you were shot," you tease, and Fox bristles, a strange emotion coiling in his chest. Thorn laughs and pokes you in the side. You yelp and bat his hand away, and the sound of your laughter makes his stomach twist.
"Sorry about that," you murmur. Your eyes are sparkling, and there's a faint blush on your cheeks. "He's feeling better, as you can see."
"I'm glad," Fox replies, and it's the truth. If Thorn was feeling good, and joking around, and being an annoyance, that meant that he was fine, and Fox could stop worrying. Well, he could move on to worrying about something else, anyway.
"Anyway, I'll let you go," you say with a sigh. "I know you're busy. I just wanted to let you know."
"Thanks," he says softly. "For everything."
"Don't mention it." You give him a smile, and his breath catches. Even in a hologram, you're beautiful.
"Bye, Fox," Thorn calls out.
"Go to sleep," you groan. You give him a pointed look, and he laughs, waving you off. Fox's stomach twists again, and he grips the comm a little tighter.
"Take care of yourself," you say softly. You hesitate for a moment, and the corners of your mouth lift into a smile. "Comm me later, okay?"
"Are you free for dinner tonight?" he blurts out. He doesn't know what makes him say it. The words just spill out of his mouth, and before he can stop himself, he's committed. "We could talk about the proposal."
"I..." You look surprised, and your eyes widen. He wonders for a moment if he's pushed it, and the longer you stare at him, the more nervous he becomes.
"I'm sorry, I'm on shift until midnight," you sigh. "How about tomorrow night?"
"That's fine," he says quickly.
"Great," you say, beaming at him. The joy on your face is infectious, and the knot in his stomach loosens. "I’ll comm you later.”
"Sounds good."
"See you soon," you say, waving.
"Bye," he manages, and the call ends.
The silence of the room is deafening, and Fox sits there, staring at the spot where your holoprojection had been. His chest aches, and his skin feels too tight, and he can't seem to catch his breath. He stands up and paces, running his hands through his hair, his thoughts racing.
This was bad. This was very bad. The last thing he needed was to start having feelings for you. His life was complicated enough already, and the thought of dealing with this, on top of everything else, was overwhelming.
But the longer he thought about it, the more the reality set in. There was no denying it. He'd developed feelings for you, strong ones, and there was no going back. And he wasn't sure he wanted to.
You were sweet, and funny, and beautiful, and the thought of having a chance with you was thrilling. Sure, it might not be reciprocated, but the possibility, however slim, was enough. If you felt the same way, he could deal with the rest. He could handle it.
Couldn't he?
Fox groans and throws himself back into his chair.
This was going to be a problem.
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The next night, Fox walks into the diner and heads straight for a booth. You're already there, and you stand, smiling. The sight makes his heart skip a beat, and the urge to pull you into his arms is almost overwhelming. Instead, he walks over, stopping in front of you. You smile at him, and the warmth in your eyes is enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"Hey, stranger," you tease, and he blushes, looking away. "Long time no see."
Fox snorts. He’d just seen you that morning. You'd commed him as he was heading to a meeting with the Chancellor, and he'd had to excuse himself to answer you. He'd only talked to you for a minute, but the memory of the sound of your voice had stayed with him the entire day.
"It's been less than twelve hours,” he reminds you, his lips twitching.
"Too long."
"For me, too."
The words are out before he can stop them, and your eyes widen, a light flush coloring your cheeks. He blinks, his stomach dropping. Stars, had he really said that? Out loud? In front of you?
Fox quickly sits down, avoiding your gaze. The waitress droid appears, and the two of you place your orders. When she leaves, the silence between the two of you stretches, and the tension grows. You fidget, your fingers drumming on the table, and Fox stares at the table, his heart hammering.
"So," you murmur. "How was work?"
"Fine," he mutters. He lets out a breath and lifts his gaze. "How was your shift?"
“Fine," you shrug. There's a smile on your face, but it doesn't reach your eyes. You're nervous, and the realization makes him relax. If you're just as anxious as he is, then maybe this will be okay. "Busy."
"You should take a break."
"I will when you will,” you counter, raising an eyebrow.
He can’t help but smirk at the challenge in your tone. You'd always been like this, hadn't you? Teasing him, trying to get a reaction out of him. But now, it seemed more deliberate, and the thought that you might be trying to get his attention sends a thrill through him.
"I could be persuaded," he murmurs. The words are bolder than anything he'd ever said to you before, and the surprise on your face makes him smirk.
"Oh, really?"
"Mhmm."
"Good to know," you grin. You lean forward, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, and there's a mischievous glint in your eye that makes his mouth go dry. "You should give me some ideas."
"Ideas?"
"Yeah," you tease. You wink at him, and his pulse jumps. "I'm open to suggestions."
"Suggestions," he repeats, his voice faint.
"Mm-hmm."
"Well," he says, clearing his throat. He shifts in his seat, the armor suddenly feeling too tight. Your eyes are fixed on his, and the intensity of your gaze makes him squirm. "I suppose we could—"
"Here you go!"
The droid interrupts him, and the plates of food are placed in front of the two of you. You sit up, the moment broken, and Fox takes the opportunity to collect himself. What had he been about to say? What had you wanted him to say?
The conversation moves back to the subject of the proposal, and Fox listens as you explain the details. You're enthusiastic, and passionate, and the more you talk, the more his heart warms.
You were perfect, weren't you? Perfect for him, and the longer he spends with you, the more he realizes it. He watches you eat, your eyes sparkling, and he can't look away. He doesn't want to. He could listen to you talk forever, could spend the rest of his life sitting across from you, watching you, listening to you.
He can't stop himself from imagining what it would be like to have you around all the time, to spend the nights with you instead of alone. It would be nice, he thinks, to have someone to come home to, someone who would make him feel warm, and wanted, and safe. You'd do that, wouldn't you? If he asked. If he said the right things, if he made the right moves.
You would, he realizes, his heart racing.
"So, what do you think?" you ask, and the question snaps him back to the present.
“What?”
"Do you think the Chancellor would approve the funding?"
"Oh," he murmurs, blinking. He takes a sip of his drink and clears his throat. "I already talked to him about it, actually."
"You did?" You look surprised, and his chest puffs up a little. The fact that you're impressed by his efforts makes him feel smug. "When?"
"A few days ago," he admits, shrugging. “And again when you called this morning. I told him how important it was to the city, and the refugees, and he agreed to review the proposal."
"Really?"
"Really."
"That's..." You trail off, your expression stunned. You let out a relieved sigh and sit back in your chair. "That's...wow. That's incredible."
"He was intrigued," Fox explains. "Especially after I told him how hard you were working on it. He wanted me to thank you for your efforts, and for your commitment."
That was an understatement. The Chancellor had been delighted to hear about your plan, and his enthusiasm had surprised Fox. The man had seemed genuinely impressed by your initiative, and he'd promised Fox that he'd look into it personally. Fox had thanked him, but he was still a little stunned.
It was rare that the Chancellor showed so much interest in something like this, and he wondered if there was an ulterior motive. But, the man had always been kind to him, and the praise had made him feel proud, so he'd decided not to question it.
He was far too occupied with picturing the look on your face when you heard the news, anyway.
"That's...wow," you murmur. There are tears in your eyes, and the expression on your face is so happy, so hopeful, that he can't help but smile. "That's amazing. You’re amazing."
The compliment makes his cheeks burn. You're looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and the adoration in your gaze makes his stomach flutter. He's never had anyone look at him like that before, and the rush of affection that follows is dizzying.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours, and your eyes widen. The look on your face is vulnerable, and sweet, and he wants to kiss you so badly that he has to clench his jaw to keep from leaning forward and taking what he wants.
"It was nothing," he says, his voice low. He squeezes your hand, and you bite your lip, your eyes dropping to his mouth. "You're the one who put in the work."
"I couldn't have done it without you," you murmur, and you squeeze his hand in return. "Thank you."
"Anytime," he promises, and the emotion in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. You look away, blinking back tears, and the moment passes, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.
Fox lets go of your hand and grabs his sandwich. He takes a bite and watches you eat, a fond smile on his face. You're staring out the window, a thoughtful expression on your face, and the glow of the city lights makes you look even more beautiful than usual. The feeling of warmth spreads through him, and the knowledge that he's responsible for the joy on your face fills him with satisfaction.
You turn and meet his gaze, and the look in your eyes is enough to make his heart stop.
"What?" you ask, grinning.
"Nothing," he murmurs, his cheeks heating up. He looks down at his food, but not before catching the way your face falls. "I'm just..." He trails off, trying to find the right words. "I'm glad I met you."
"Oh," you breathe. The softness in your voice makes him look up, and the smile on your face is bright enough to blind him. "I'm glad I met you, too."
He smiles back, and the two of you fall silent, returning to your meals. The noise of the diner surrounds them, and Fox finds himself relaxing, a contentment filling him. He's enjoying the moment, the peace, and he's surprised by how happy he is. For once, his mind isn't racing, his thoughts aren't plagued by the stress of his duties. There's only you, and the sound of your laughter, and the scent of lavender that fills his lungs every time he inhales.
And for a brief moment, a fleeting second, Fox is almost able to believe that everything is going to be alright.
It doesn’t last.
You’re in the middle of telling him a story about one of your coworkers, and he's listening, enraptured by the sound of your voice, when his comm beeps. He ignores it, too caught up in the moment to care, and it goes silent.
But then it beeps again, and then again, and he sighs, giving you an apologetic look.
"Hold on a second," he mutters.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's just—"
Fox freezes, his eyes drifting over your shoulder to look out the window. It’s late, and the street outside should be emptying out, but there's a crowd of people moving outside. They’re pointing and backing away, and the murmuring of their voices is filled with panic. His skin prickles, and a sense of unease fills him. Something's wrong. Very, very wrong.
"Fox," you murmur.
He stands abruptly, grabbing his helmet from the booth and jamming it onto his head. People are starting to run past the windows, and the screams outside are getting louder. 
“Stay here,” he orders, and his voice is cold, the tone he uses when he's on duty. You blink, clearly surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor, but you don't protest, and he heads for the door.
Before he can make it far, there’s a rumbling under his feet, and the building shakes. The lights flicker, and the tables rattle, and the patrons let out panicked cries. Fox turns back and sees you standing, looking around in confusion.
"Get down!" he yells, and he crosses the room, reaching you in a few strides. He grabs your arm and drags you under a table, shielding you with his body. He presses your head into his chest, holding you close. Your arms wrap around him, and the two of you huddle there, the sounds of screams and panic filling the air.
"What's happening?" you ask, your voice shaking.
"I don't know."
There's another rumble, and the building shakes again. You tighten your grip on him, and he presses his head against yours, trying to comfort you. The lights flicker once more, and then go out, plunging the diner into darkness. A few people let out panicked cries, and then the building shudders, and a horrible, grating sound fills the air.
The following silence is deafening.
"Are you okay?" Fox asks as his hands move from your back to your face, tilting your head up.
"Yeah, I think so," you murmur. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, his heart pounding, and he keeps his hand there as he activates his comm. "What about you?"
"I'm fine."
The line opens, and a cacophony of voices fills his ears. The noise is chaotic, and it takes a moment for him to understand what's happening.
“—can’t get ahold of him—"
"—need to evacuate the area, there could be more—"
"Thire, Stone," Fox barks. "Report."
"Sir, we've got multiple detonations at Level 5000,” Thire replies, his voice strained. "They knocked out the entire grid."
"Casualties?"
"Unknown, sir."
Fox swears under his breath, and you press closer to him, your grip tightening. A targeted attack on the power grid was no accident, and the implications of that fact send a shiver down his spine. This is exactly what they'd been worried about, what he'd warned the Chancellor about. But he'd never expected it to happen so quickly, or so suddenly.
"Thorn and the others are evacuating the Senate building," Stone informs him. "The Chancellor is sending out an emergency message."
"What about the security teams at the station?" Fox asks.
"We're trying to get ahold of them," Thire says, his tone grim. "There's too much interference."
“I’m on my way. Stay alert, we might have more coming our way."
"Copy that, sir."
"Be careful," Stone warns. “And…sorry for interrupting your date."
Fox rolls his eyes and cuts the connection. He sits up, and the two of you scramble out from under the table. The other patrons are doing the same, and there's a general sense of panic and chaos in the air. Fox reaches down and helps you stand.
"Fox," you breathe, and your voice is trembling.
"It's okay," he assures you, though he's not sure it's true. "I’m gonna get you somewhere safe."
“My apartment is near here," you offer. "If we can make it there."
"We'll make it," Fox promises. "Stay close to me."
"I will," you murmur, and he turns and strides towards the exit, keeping one hand wrapped around yours. The crowd outside has thinned, and the streets are filled with debris and broken glass. You look up at the sky, your eyes widening.
"Fox," you whisper, squeezing his hand.
The clouds are glowing, streaks of red and orange flashing across them. There are fires burning throughout the city, the flames leaping from rooftop to rooftop, and the smoke billows into the air, blanketing the sky. Sirens blare in the distance, and the air is filled with screams and shouts and alarms. It's a scene from his nightmares, a vision of his worst fears realized, and the reality is far worse than he'd ever imagined.
“Come on," Fox orders, pulling you along. "Stay with me."
"Okay," you murmur. Your voice shakes, and he tightens his grip on you, not wanting to lose you. You're his responsibility now, his to protect, and he can't afford to make any mistakes.
The two of you run through the streets, weaving between the groups of people hurrying past. There are civilians everywhere, their eyes wide with fear, their faces smeared with ash and blood. You're moving as fast as you can, but the crowds are thick, and the debris on the ground makes it difficult to navigate.
A group of people runs past, knocking into the two of you, and Fox stumbles, his grip on you slipping.
"Watch it!" he yells, steadying himself. You grab his arm, your hands digging into his armor, and he pulls you close, trying to shield you from the chaos. You're pressed against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "I've got you," he breathes. "I've got you."
The next few minutes pass in a blur. Fox does his best to guide you through the crowds, his focus narrowing to the path ahead. His only concern is keeping you safe, and his body reacts without him even thinking. He doesn't hesitate as he guides you down dark alleys, his eyes constantly searching for danger.
Finally, the two of you reach your apartment building. It's quieter here, the streets deserted, and the sight of your building, standing tall and undamaged, is a relief. He lets out a breath and turns to face you.
"This is it," you manage. You're shaking, your face pale, and he cups your cheek, tilting your head up.
"Hey.” He strokes his thumb over your skin, and the look on your face breaks his heart. "It's gonna be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he murmurs, and he reaches up and pulls off his helmet so you can see his face. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You let out a shaky breath, your hands clutching his shoulders, and the intimacy of the gesture sends a rush of affection through him. "I promise."
"Thank you," you whisper.
"Of course," he replies. The two of you stand there for a moment, your breaths mingling, and then Fox pulls back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin, and you let out a shaky sigh. "Get inside."
"Okay," you murmur, nodding. "Be careful."
"I will," he promises. He gives you a small smile, and then replaces his helmet, and you blink, as if waking from a dream. 
"Stay inside," he orders, his tone stern. "Lock the doors, and don't open them for anyone but me.”
"Alright."
"Comm me if you need anything," he adds, and the concern in his voice is clear, even through his vocoder. "I'll come back to check on you when I can."
"I'll be waiting," you whisper, and the promise in your voice makes his heart race.
He gives you one last look, his eyes roaming over your face, memorizing every detail. Then, before he can do something stupid, like take his bucket off again and try to kiss you, he turns and walks away.
"Be safe, Fox."
"You too."
And with that, you disappear through the doors, and Fox heads back into the chaos, his heart in his throat.
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LADS Zayne: Mint Chocolate Icecream | Halloween Special
Honestly Zayne is such a sweetie, but I can see after a long day he might forget a single thing, especially if someone came in to distract him. He's also knows the jugular vein is risky. Also I'd like to make a petition for icecream to be one word, not two. It just looks better.
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❧ Pairings: Zayne x Reader ❧ Warnings: Suggestive themes, blood sucking, vampire reader ❧ Synopsis: Zayne always took your dietary needs seriously. So when the hospital couldn't spare any blood bags, he decided to draw his own for you. It would've worked...if he remembered to bring home a needle. Improvising, thankfully, is his strong suit. ❧ Word Count: 2.9k
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Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
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Zayne
Mint Chocolate Icecream
“Zayne?” your voice called out as you first entered his home. The door had a small ‘click’ noise that was soon followed by your footsteps as you looked around the living room of his, in your opinion, large house. He was nowhere to be seen or heard, which was already a bit strange to your standards. Normally, whenever you came over, he was greeting you at the door after receiving your text, but today was…different.
You could smell him, though; you always could. Your heightened senses made some things easier than others; in this case, finding the gentle, minty freshness of your boyfriend was almost child’s play as you allowed your feet to carry you to his study. You guessed it wasn’t too odd that he would find himself in here, especially considering he had taken the day off to get some personal things done.
You had the courtesy to at least knock on the door before barging in, knowing he could be in a virtual meeting with someone on the other side of the globe. Despite it being rather late in the evening, he always seemed to be working. You waited a few moments before you heard his voice on the other side saying, “Come in.”
As if you were a stereotypical vampire, you heard the permission to come in, so you opened the door. You were greeted with the sight of Zayne getting things prepared for a…blood draw. “Zayne…?” his voice rolled off your lips in sheer and utter confusion.
Zayne simply readjusted his glasses that had begun sliding down his face as he turned to you, “Good evening, did you sleep well?” he finally asked, not bothering to clarify exactly what was going on.
“Ya, I…okay, no, we aren’t doing this. Not gonna act as though this,” you gestured towards the medical supplies he had clearly brought home, “is a normal, daily occurrence.”
“Donor blood at the hospital is getting a bit sparse after the recent waves of wanderer attacks,” Zayne explained, “And if I do recall correctly, just the other day, you were complaining about the chemicals we used in those blood bags to keep it from coagulating. You said, and I quote, it makes it taste absolutely rancid.” He said, repeating the words almost perfectly but leaving out the curse you had thrown in the mix.
You felt a bit sheepish at that as you cleared your throat. It was true, though. Whatever they put in blood bags to keep it…somewhat fresh, and you use that term lightly, made it taste disgusting. You were used to it at this point, but he had to ask what it tasted like, so you informed him. Copper and expired lemons are the best way you could put the flavor into words. Fresh blood, at least to vampires, never really tasted metallic. They always had a fresh taste, and it varied from person to person, as well as the emotional state they were in when they drank.
Fearful humans tasted more sour, anger was a bitter taste, and happy or lustful always had a sweet note to it. The ranges of emotions were varied, and you knew for a fact that you hated just how salty someone sad was. Not that you had fed on a human in…centuries at this point. You preferred to keep things safer for the humans, something that didn’t leave them with the mental scar of having their necks mauled.
You had even dedicated your life to protecting the humans, something you had normally left to hunters and, before the wanderers, the justice system when they were effective or vigilantes. After meeting Zayne for the third lifetime, though, and seeing how he had thrown himself into danger on behalf of humans, you couldn’t just sit by and watch. So you took up hunting during night shifts at the association, claiming you had a condition where the sun hurt. Not like the association cared much, they always needed more hunters for the overnight shifts judging by how wanderers really didn’t give a shit about what time of day they decided to attack.
“Well…Zayne…” you began, “You decided to just draw your own blood for me then?” you finally said after your inner monologue was over. You had taken a few steps to his desk, draping your arms around his shoulders. He had already tied the tourniquet around his upper arm but hadn’t done anything else. Your hand grazed over it, making the man underneath your gaze shiver.
Zayne cleared his throat, “No, I decided to do this for fun.” The sarcasm dripping off him had you stifling a small chuckle.
“Alright…but you know you don’t have to do this for me, right?” you asked, and Zayne now turned to you with a serious expression.
“Your nutritional requirements need to be met. As the normal methods can’t be met, we have to adapt.” He explained, “This seemed like the best alternative since you prefer feeding from bags.”
“I don’t prefer it, per se; feeding directly is still better but…well, you know.” You began. He did know, judging by how he had once offered his wrist to you. You had lectured him about the dangers, how he would become a temporary thrall and be even more doting on you than usual, and how the feeling might be euphoric after the initial pain passed, but it could cloud his judgment on knowing when you were taking too much.
“I’m well aware of the venom that comes from your fangs, my heart.” His voice was softer now.
There was a pause between you two. You did want to just take a bite out of this man, almost on a daily basis, actually. The other day, when you found yourself between his legs while he relaxed on the couch, the scent of the femoral artery, how you could feel the warmth on it, and how it pumped blood. It had almost sent you into a frenzy, but you had held yourself back. “Did you need any help with that?” you asked after mulling over your words.
“I have this…” he said, then his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over his supplies, “I thought I had grabbed everything…” The next part was murmured a bit more quietly. You looked over the supplies he had, noticing a distinct lack of proper needles. He had literally everything else except for the needle.
“Um…no offense, Dr. Li, but I think you need…” you said, trying to hide your laughter.
“I’m aware,” he was painfully aware, but he was also aware of the fact that he had indeed grabbed them. He sighed as he stood up and undid the tourniquet around his arm, “I must’ve left them elsewhere.”
He had begun walking at a brisk pace, clearly intent on finding the missing needles. You were still holding back some laughter, wondering how he had gotten to this point and not noticed. Clearly, the man had to have been tired if he had forgotten something so important during his setup. You followed after the man as he came to the living room and went to his bag, opening it up and searching inside. When nothing turned up, you decided to ask, “Did you leave them in your car? Or perhaps your office?”
Zayne had to think on that one. He recalled grabbing everything he needed before leaving and placing them all carefully in a bag he had purchased specifically for carrying around medical supplies to keep things sterile. Then Greyson had come into his office, asking him about a patient as he was packing things up. The conversation had drifted to his supplies, and then he…Greyson invited him to the cafeteria for boba to discuss some new research. Had he put the needles in the bag before he had been interrupted?
“I apologize; it looks like I was careless.” He finally admitted, looking away from you as though we were confessing the ultimate sin. You covered your mouth again, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s dismay.
“It’s fine, babe; I can go another few days without feeding anyway.” You assured him, placing a hand on his arm, “I’m not going to become blood-starved in a week. Us vampires are resilient.”
“We have you on a proper schedule, and I’d rather not disrupt it.” He said Zayne was probably the most caring person you had ever known. He never let you take your dietary needs lightly after seeing what happened when you hadn’t fed. He had gotten you on a schedule for feeding, and even when he was away on trips, he’d video call you and make sure you were eating.
“Then what’s your solution? A rare steak?” you teased, that was until he had taken your hand and brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
“I know you’re against it, but in order to fulfill your dietary requirements, you could feed directly from me.” He finally said. You almost whined at the sight of him so willingly giving himself into the fangs of a vampire, a predator.
“Zayne…” you said, your voice coming out quieter, “You know what will happen.”
“I’m well aware.” He said, “I find that I don’t mind, though. Besides, I doubt it’ll change much; I might just be a bit more forward in my…what do you call it?” he said, his voice taking on a more teasing tone, “Nagging?”
“I don’t say you’re nagging!” you protested, “When did I ever say that.”
“I find your expressions are more than telling.” Now, you were pouting as you looked away from him. You needed a moment to think about this but finally decided if he was so intent on making sure you kept your schedule and he was willing…perhaps it would be fine. Besides, he was already more doting than any thrall you had ever heard of, so perhaps he might even tone it down a little.
You cleared your throat, “Alright, fine.” You settled on, “But we need to…” do this more comfortably, you wanted to say, but Zayne had already read your mind.
“Go to the couch; I’ll be right back.” He said while leaning down so his voice was right against your ear, “I need to grab some things.”
You wondered sometimes how this man had such a pull on you. You didn’t try to argue at all; tell him that if you’d be feeding from him, you’d handle it all. Instead, you just found yourself sitting on the couch like you were told, looking over the back as you watched him grab some things.
Bandages, towels, napkins, a TV remote, a blanket, juice, and some sweets. A combination of many things was brought over to the coffee take before he sat down and patted his lap, a clear invitation. You had crawled over to him, plopping yourself onto him, your back hitting his chest as you adjusted yourself on him. You giggled when you felt his lips pressing a kiss to your neck, a small blush on your cheeks.
The thick towel was laid out over your lap, and you could see him going to turn the TV on, putting a random show on, “There, now we have something to do while I recover from your blood draw, doctor.” He said, which elicited another giggle from you.
“I’m the doctor now? Pretty sure my technique would get my license revoked for malpractice.” You claimed, and you smirked.
“It definitely would, but as luck would have it, this patient doesn’t seem to mind. You don’t need to worry about using your malpractice insurance this time around.” You rolled your eyes at his words and gently tapped his wrist.
“Come on, I’m feeling hungry now.” You said, taking his arm and pressing a kiss to his wrist. You could smell the sweetness of him, as well as that refreshing and unique minty fresh scent that came from his pulse points.
“Weren’t you the one saying you could go a few more days without eating?” he asked with a teasing lithe to his voice.
“I can, but doesn’t mean I want to.” You explained as you adjusted his wrist, “Are you sure this is okay?” you finally asked, and he pressed a kiss on your cheek this time.
“Of course,” he said, his voice gentle in your ears.
You took another moment to breathe him in before you decided it was time. Your fangs came out as you looked for the perfect place to bite down on his wrist. His other arm had already come to wrap around your midsection, securing you against him while also bracing himself. Then came the pinch.
When your fangs finally met his flesh, piercing into it. The warmth of his blood went through you immediately, warming you up as you drank from him. You hummed happily, noting that he tasted exactly as you had always imagined. Sweet, minty, and almost creamy. It reminded you of mint ice cream, something you had only tasted a little bit when offered to you in the past. It was delicious, especially after only drinking from blood bags for so long.
The warmth flowed down your throat as you angled his wrist above your head to allow better blood flow, the crimson liquid dripping down your chin and onto the towel on your lap. Zayne watched with interest, taking in the sight of you as well as the feeling.
You had told him it would feel good after the initial pain, but he hadn’t expected this. It felt like warmth was in his veins right now, encompassing his entire body like he was wrapped up in a blanket by a fireplace. His head felt fuzzy and delightful as he let you indulge. He had to keep himself in check, though, focusing on his body as much as he could so he could tell you when it was too much.
Thankfully, you had figured it out on your own, and you felt how he got a bit colder in your grasp. Your fangs went back in, and you were left lapping at the leftover blood on his wrist. You didn’t even realize Zayne was panting behind you, trying to regain himself from…whatever your fangs had done to him. He cleared his throat after noticing how you were still licking at his wrist; the wound from before now closed, but red and angry puncture wounds were in their place now. Not to mention a few broken blood vessels from how deeply you were drinking, clearly lost in the taste of him.
You were brought back to your senses when you felt a soft napkin dabbing at your face and chin. You wiggled in Zayne’s grip, causing the man behind you to chuckle, “Calm down. I planned on kissing you, but this would’ve been too much, I’m afraid.” He said, getting you to stop squirming.
“Zayne, I should be the one taking care of you.” You said, taking the napkin from him and cleaning up your face and a bit of your neck, “You should be relaxing, love.”
“I find that right now, I’m very relaxed.” He assured you; he grabbed the towel in your lap and began placing the bloody napkins into it and putting it to the side, out of view. If he wouldn’t let you do this, you could at least lean forward and grab him the juice and macaroons he had secured earlier, bringing them to your lap.
“You always claimed that someone’s blood tasted unique when fresh, and I’m curious now: what did I taste like?” Zayne asked as you put the straw into the juice and held it up to him. He moved his face to the side, clearly wanting to hear your answer first.
You let out a sigh and leaned forward to kiss him, “Like mint chocolate ice cream.”
Zayne was silent for a moment, his brows pinching together, “That’s…impossible.”
“What, that you taste super sweet and refreshing? It’s true. You tasted really good. Better than that bagged stuff, too.” You said, nuzzling your nose against his, “I could get used to drinking from you.”
“I don’t think I’d mind it as long as we’re responsible. I do need blood flow, as well as the use of my hands.” He said, “I’d be more than happy to draw blood regularly for you.” He finally took the offered juice, sipping on the sweet drink as you thought it over.
“I…think I’d like that. Thank you…” you finally said, feeling giddy to have found a man like this. One who’d indulge you instead of judging you. “I really appreciate this…and you.”
“I know; now, how about we watch a movie?” he asked, and you giggled.
“Can I hand feed you macaroons while we do?” you teased, already grabbing one. Zayne caught your wrist and brought the street up to his face, taking a bite of the sweet treat. It had you blushing and looking away, causing him to laugh as well.
“Were you not the one to suggest this?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek again once he swallowed the treat.
“Oh hush…I love you.” You muttered, and you heard him so gently saying it back to you, causing you to melt right into his chest.
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demonsslayersstuff · 12 hours ago
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First Time (Nanami x Reader)
Description: A little fic about your first time having sex with Nanami. (Note: I wrote a bit of basic story background before getting into the smut. Reader is close friends with Shoko and Gojo)
Warnings: Fluff and of course smut. Oral, p in v sex. No use of a condom, but reader is on a form of birth control. (Safe sex is the best sex)
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing for Nanami, I plan on doing more in the future. I think my next work will be from my AOT project list. Enjoy!
“Damn. You’re telling me you’ve been dating blondie for a whole ass two months and you guys still haven’t done it”, Gojo says, turning to look at you as he laid on Shoko’s makeshift hospital bed in her lab. “Give her a break, we all can’t be little sluts like you”, Shoko tells him from her desk as she shuffles through the paperwork piled on her desk.
The three of you were hanging out after a long day work in Shoko’s lab, too tired to go out for the evening. At first, you’d been ranting about work, but as that conversation lulled, your relationship became the new main point of the conversation. “Hey, I’m not that much of a slut. I’m too busy cleaning up after everyone’s messes to have time for that”, Gojo grumbled before moving to sit up right. “I want to take things slow”, you tell them from your own place of rest across from Shoko in a worn, but comfy chair. “And that’s completely fine”, she replies, giving a pointed look at Gojo, before her attention falls back to her paperwork. He sticks his tongue out in response. “But I want to take things to the next level…I just don’t know how”, you say, looking up between the two of them.
“Ooo, ready to get hot and steamy with Nanami?”, Gojo asks while wagging his eyebrows. “If you ever do that again I will punch you”, you say with disgust. Shoko looks up from her papers, eyeing you carefully for a minute. “Have you told him this?”, she asks you. Your cheeks burn red from embarrassment, “No..”, you mumble. “Well, that would be a good place to start”, Shoko says. “But I don’t know how”, you whine, throwing your head back with a huff. “Eh, just tell him something like these past two months of dating have been great, but I’m ready to take it to the next level”, Gojo pipes up from his side of the room. Both you and Shoko turn to look at him with shocked expressions. “What?”, he exclaims. “That was actually really good advice”, you admit while Shoko chimes in with a, “What the hell happened to the real Satoru Gojo?”. “Har har”, he responds. “I can occasionally give good pieces of advice”, he continues. You giggle as Shoko grunts in reply. “Back to the main point, you just gotta tell him Y/N”, Gojo says before he scoots off the bed, walking over towards you and Shoko.
“I know, I know”, you murmur. The conversation is interrupted when you hear a buzz and watch as Gojo sighs before picking up his phone. The call doesn’t last long, “Well ladies this was fun but, duty calls”, he says after hanging up the phone. “Who was it this time?”, Shoko asks. “Apparently Yuta and Inumaki ran into higher grade curse than they believed there to be”, Gojo replies, frustration evident in his tone. “Are they ok?”, you ask with worry. “They’re fine, they handled it on their own, but I need to go and make sure everything is ok”, he tells you. “Need help?”, you ask. “Nope, I can handle this. Besides Nanami should be back soon from his own mission, go be with him”, Gojo tells you with a wink. “Call me if you need help”, you tell him as he heads for the door. He pauses briefly, turning to look back at you and Shoko. “The next time we have this little get together, I better be hearing about someone taking the next step”, he calls with a laugh and disappears before the water bottle you threw at him reaches his spot, hitting the door with a thud. Shoko just laughs before rolling her eyes.
It’s not long after that, that you find yourself walking the fairly quiet hallways of the school, most everyone in their respective dorms or homes for the evening. You’d left Shoko knowing that the two students would be arriving any minute per the message she’d received from Gojo. You glance at your own phone, waiting to see when Nanami would text that he was back from his mission. You pause, turning to look out the window, eyes watching the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight to see; the former blue sky turning into shades of golden reds and oranges. It wouldn’t be much longer until the sky would darken further. Unbeknownst to you, the man you were just thinking about watches you from down the hall. Nanami hadn’t texted you that he was back from his mission, preferring to seek you out in person.
He walked slowly towards you, slipping his arms around your waist when he reached you, knowing that no students wouldn’t be walking down the hall at this hour. “Mmm Ken?”, you softly question as his face comes to rest against yours, his grip tightening, holding you close. “Hey”, he calls out, voice barely above a whisper. “How was the mission?”, you ask, leaning your head back to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Not bad, the curse was exorcised and no one got hurt”, Nanami answers before turning you around to face him. He studies your face for a moment, his eyes carefully looking at yours. “What’s up?”, he questions. “Nothing”, you respond, slightly confused. “Darling I can see it your eyes, there’s something you wanna talk about”, Nanami presses on. You sigh, it was hard to keep things from him. He had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book. “Let’s talk somewhere a little more private”, you suggest, eyes peering down the hall to make sure no was around to listen in. “Of course, is something wrong?”, Nanami asks, slight worry in his tone. “No, no”, you immediately start, making an effort to keep the conversation calm. “But it’s something that I want to discuss between just the two of us”, you continue with a smile, though your inner monologue was going through nothing short of a near panic attack with what you actually wanted to tell him. “Very well, let’s head out, we can talk in my car”, Nanami tells you. You nod your head as he takes your hand, leading you out.
It’s a short walk to the car. Once you’re seated you take a steadying breath, willing yourself to act like mature adult as Nanami slides into the drivers seat. “What’s wrong darling, you’re worrying me”, he begins, turning to look at you with his honey golden eyes. “Ken, I’ve really enjoyed the past two months of our relationship, but…I’m ready to take things to the next step”, you say, your heart beating erratically as you look towards him. You watch as his eyes widen in shock before he clears his throat. “Take things to the next step?”, he questions carefully, not wanting to get his own hopes up. He’d been ready a long time ago, but he was waiting for the right time, waiting for you to be ready. “Yes, I want to…”, you start, taking another calming breath before continuing. “I want to have sex with you, if that’s what you want”, you finish, voice meek. “Ahhh”, Nanami replies, letting your words wash over him. “Are you absolutely sure you are ready for that?”, he asks you, wanting to be doubly sure that you were ready. “Yes”, you say more confidently. You were ready. You felt secure in the relationship, you knew it was time. Nanami smiles at your response. “Then, if you’re up for it, how you spend the night at my place?”, he asks you.
You felt a tug in your stomach at his words, the implications behind his question were as clear as day. If you spent the night, you knew what would happen. You reach out and grasp his hand lightly, squeezing it for a moment. “I’d really like that”, you tell him honestly. He leans over to give you a soft peck. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, I promise”, he whispers, his voice causing goosebumps to erupt across your body. “Ok”, you sigh, before Nanami settles back into his seat before starting the car, ready to take you home.
Before you know it you find yourself looking at yourself in a mirror. Nanami had left you to use his private bathroom to clean up form work while he went to use his guest bathroom. He was giving you some much needed space. As you continue to look at yourself in the mirror you internally curse yourself. Why couldn’t I have been more bold? More risk taking?, you think. You so desperately wanted this, but at the same time you were worried. What if you weren’t good enough, what if he didn’t like it. “Are you ok?”, Nanami questions on the other side of the door, apparently he’d finished cleaning up. “Yes”, you answer a bit shaky, and you internally cringe. After a quick splash of water on your face, you open the door, eyes greeting Nanami’s. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you take in his figure. You’d seen your boyfriend shirtless many times, but today he looked delectable.
His usually well kept blond hair laid a bit more messily across his forehead. He was clad only on a pair a dark sweatpants that hugged his waist just right, low enough to show the v lines, leaving the rest to your imagination. You gulped back your words as your eyes move up to his chest. Years of being training and working as a Jujustu sorcerer did wonders for his body. To you he looked like a marble statue, flawlessly sculpted and chiseled to perfection. Any coherent thought leaves your brain as your eyes continue to rake over his body, and though you were still nervous, you felt a heat beginning to pool in your lower belly. “You know we don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready”, Nanami tells you as he watches you carefully. He notes the slight worry in your eyes, but also sees the warmth in your cheeks. He knew you were flustered just looking at him. You step closer towards him, leaving barely any space between your bodies, your chests almost touching. With the way Nanami looked in this moment, you were not about to turn this down. “I want this Kento. Please I want you”, you whisper, eyes locking with his, your desire for him evident in your voice.
He closes the distance swiftly, lips brushing against yours, hands cupping your face gently, taking the time to simply kiss you sweetly. After a moment he pulls away slightly, “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable”, Nanami murmurs before pulling you into his bedroom, the door being swiftly shut. His lips capture yours again quickly as you find yourself pushed up against the door, the sweetness of the earlier kiss being replaced with heated desire. Nanami’s hands play with the hem of your shirt as the kiss deepens, your fingers roaming through his blond hair. You lean your head back against the door, allowing Nanami’s lip to attach to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt. You moan softly when his hands cup your breasts hesitantly, testing the waters. “It’s ok Ken, I want this”, you whine as his fingers play with your nipples, while he continues to assault your neck. He stops momentarily, hands gripping your shirt before it’s swiftly pulled off your body. The cool air hits your skin, nipples pebbling as you gasp inaudibly. “Beautiful”, he murmurs before he takes a good look at your body, trying to burn this imagine into his mind permanently.
“Bed”, he commands, before you’re moved from the door to his soft bed. Your back barely hits the mattress when his lips attach to your breasts suckling each one, the sensation earning a soft sigh. His other hand moves slowly down your stomach until it reaches the waistline of your pants. “Please Ken”, you whimper, your worries long gone, all you wanted was for him to touch you anywhere and everywhere. “I’ve got you”, he says, voice hooded before taking your other breast in his mouth. His tongue swirling over your nipple. Your back arches when you feel his hand slip into your underwear, fingers finding your entrance with ease. His middle finger softly moves in a circle motion on your clit as your hips buckle involuntarily. “Ken”, you huff as he teases you for a second, before he slips his digit inside of you. Your damp walls suck him in greedily. “Damn baby, you’re already fairly wet”, he tells you as his finger slides in and out of you for a few seconds. Nanami pulls his hand away and you almost cry from the loss of pleasure. “Hang on love”, he says before yanking the remainder of your clothes away.
“Wait, what are you doing?”, you ask watching Nanami's hands grip your knees before throwing them over his shoulder, his hot breath falling against your glistening pussy. “What does it look like love? I wanna taste you”, he responds, eyes locking with yours for a moment before his eyes fall between your legs, pointedly looking a your own arousal that he could see seeping out of your entrance. You open your mouth to speak, but your words die as he edges forward for a moment, his tongue swiping across your pussy, eliciting a shocked moan. “Spread them open pretty girl, let me eat you”, Nanami commands. You’re shocked at how quickly you respond to his words, relaxing your hips as he places a quick kiss to your thigh. “Good girl”, he mumbles before you feel him in back in the place that you’d only imagined in your fantasies. Your head falls back and you lift your hips up slightly as you feel his tongue inside you, licking and slurping up your juices. A strangled moan escapes from the back of your throat and your fingers thread through his golden locks, pulling them slightly. You almost want to die from embarrassment at the lewd noises that fall across the room, but the pleasure you feel when Nanami rubs his finger against your clit makes your brain turn to mush.
You know with the way his tongue was stroking your inner walls that you weren’t gonna last long, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. “I’m so, ngh..Ken I’m so fuck..close”, you heave out as he continues to eat you out like you were his last meal on Earth. With a few more flicks of his tongue you come, flashes of white erupting across your vision as you cry out his name over and over. It’s only when your hips finally stop stuttering that he pulls away, taking a moment to enjoy the mess he’d created, your cum staining the navy blue comforter, not that he cared. He moves up your body, gentle kisses placed along your hip, stomach, breasts, and neck before he kisses you on the mouth. You taste yourself for a moment when your tongues intertwine before he pulls away with a triumphant sigh.
“You ok?”, he questions softly. “More than ok, I just needed to catch my breath”, you respond, pulling him in for another sweet kiss. When his waist makes contact with your thighs, you feel his harden member. You break the kiss, determined to make him feel the same way he’d made you feel. “Pants off”, you tell him, switching your positions, letting him lay back on the mattress as you settle between his legs. With his pants now long gone, you feel a surge of worry shoot through for a second, while not super long, Nanami was quite girthy. As you wrap your hand around his dick, giving it a few experiment thrusts you had distinct feeling that tomorrow you would not be walking out of his apartment properly. You hear a hiss of pleasure coming from him as you thumb softly swipes across his slit, his precum wetting your fingers. "My turn to take care of you", you tell him before spitting on his member, your hand picking up its pace. As Nanami turns into puddy you lean down, licking the length of his dick, your tongue swirling on his tip before you fully take him in your mouth. Nanami nearly blows his load as he peers down at you, your head bobbing up and down, cheeks flushed and hair messy as you try to take him as deep as you could in your mouth. Nanami's hips buck up as you fondle his balls, grunting as he slowly loses control. "God you take me so well". he groans. Once you add your hand to help create more friction, Nanami knew he was a goner.
"Love, I'm gonna..fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, where can I-", he starts but the words die in his throat as you take him deeper and before he can contain himself he spills his seed into your mouth, his cum shooting into the back of your throat. While not your favorite taste, there was something imitate in this moment as you swallowed, before his dick slipped out with a pop. You shimmy up his body, his arms pulling you closer as you place delicate kisses on his jaw. "I'm sorry love I didn't mean to do that", Nanami tells you after you kiss him softly. "It's ok Ken, I wanted it, I promise", you respond. The two of you relish in the peaceful atmosphere for while, allowing Nanami to come back down from his high. "You want to keep going?", he questions after a few minuets of silence. "Yes", you tell him honestly. Nanami smiles before his fingers slip inside of your pussy, pleased to know you were fairly wet. "Let me get a condom", he says, moving to sit up. "Wait, you don't need to", you tell him hastily. Nanami turns to look at you, choosing his words carefully. "Darling, we are not ready for kids and as we just witnessed, I'm not sure I'll pull out in time", he tells you. "I know, that's why I got an IUD", you say, cheeks flushed. "You did?", he asks, unable to contain his surprise. “Yes, I mean if you’d rather use a condom that’s fine, but I wanna feel you…all of you”, you tell him, eyes downcast from the sudden shyness you were feeling.
Nanami sits back down on the bed, fingers moving to lift up your face. “I want to make you feel comfortable and good, so if this is what you want to do, I’m ok with it”, he says softly. You nod your head at his words and allow him to lay you back down on the bed as he moves to hover over your body. He grabs your thighs, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. You watch him stroke himself a few times before he lines his thick cock up to your entrance. Your breath hitches as he coats himself with your juices. “Tell me if it hurts, I’ll stop love”, Nanami tells you, looking at you, eyes catching yours. “I’m ready Ken”, you say quietly. He gives your hips a reassuring squeeze before he pushes in slowly. You gasp loudly as his cock stretches you, pain mixed with the pleasure. Nanami gives a few shallow thrusts before he sinks deeper inside your slick walls. You move to wrap your arms around his neck as he bottoms out, his balls firmly planted on the lower part of your ass. “Fuck you feel amazing”, he mumbles, words slightly choked. It was hard for you to speak, Nanami filled you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. So instead you lean up and kiss him sloppily; teeth gnashing together, spit intermixing. But it felt so amazing, for the first time your bodies were together, you never wanted the moment to end.
Nanami gives an experimental thrust; sliding all the way out before pushing back inside of you, the sensation earning him a cry of pleasure as you break away from the kiss. “God please don’t stop”, you mewl, fingers nails raking across his back. Using one hand, he lifts your hips slightly, hitting you in a deeper spot as the other hand wraps around your throat possessively, but not squeezing you. You can’t contain the moans that fall from your lips as he continues to pound into you, picking up the pace, his cock practically hitting your cervix with each thrust. “Look at me”, he calls out gruffly, forcing your eyes to snap open. Nanami was a beautiful sight to behold; his hair falling against his forehead in a sweaty mess, his breath falling out in heavy puffs, eyes glazed from the pleasure. He’d never looked so good before. You reach out, cupping his face for a second, eyes holding each other in a very vulnerable, very intimate moment. Words not needed to be spoken as he leans down, kissing you deeply. It’s takes about three more thrusts before you’re unable to hold back your orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock, your moans being swallowed in the kiss. Nanami doesn’t last much longer, he feels the tug in his lower abdomen before he shoves his face into your neck, his thick white cum painting the interior of your slick walls.
You sigh with pleasure as his seed continues to shoot inside of you, making you feel full, almost sated. Nanami’s hips rock into yours for a couple more seconds before he groans; he pulls you to him as he flips onto his back, not wanting to crush you with his weight. Neither of you speak for a long time. His cock stays buried deep within you as you lay your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his erratic heartbeat calming down. Once he’s returned back to reality, Nanami leans down and kisses the top of your head. “You ok?”, he questions quietly, fingers gently running through your hair. “Mmm, feel s’good Ken”, you murmur. “I’m gonna pull out now ok”, he tells you. You nod your head, face scrunching slightly as he slips out of you, his cum beginning to seep out of you and onto to the bed. As much as he wants to stuff it back inside of you, Nanami knows it’s not the time for that. “Let’s clean up and sleep”, he calls to you, already seeing your snoozing face. He gently pinches your hip, forcing you awake. “Come on love”, he calls sweetly.
A little while later the two of you are back in bed, clad in clean clothes and in fresh sheets. You grab your phone sending a quick message to your group chat with your friends before turning it back off, preferring to deal with the deluge of text messages in the morning. “Night love”, Nanami says as you snuggle into his embrace, sleep finding you very quickly that night.
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ray935sworld · 2 days ago
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Angry teen
(A pedrenzo de-aged story)
Dani was busy going over some data from the first Friday session in the KTM facility. He compared the results between Pedro and Binder with the track layout and the knowledge he had collected over the course of the active part of his career.
He was deep in thoughts, trying to figure out how to help his riders. So he didn't noticed when he was approached. "Ehm... Dani..."
He flinched involuntarily and looked up. Nami, a young woman working for KTM, stood there with a polite smile. The sheer panic that she was trying to hide with it was more than obvious. He didn't like that. It wasn't a good sign. It meant something wasn't going as it should.
"What happened?" he asked. "We... Ehm... We kind of got a little situation." She shifted where she stood. She balanced her weight from one foot to the other and her fingers were fidgeting with her sleeve.
"Everything okay?" He didn’t thought much about it. Maybe Pedro had decided to punch someone or something like that. He was used to a lot. "I don't know how to say it... It's... Jorge." He felt his heart slightly drop. And now she had his attention. As soon as he knew it was about his husband, he had enough with the bickering.
He knew it was probably an over the top reaction. It was an old habit from when they were racing. Hearing your boyfriend or husband was part of a ‘something happened’ story, often meant a hospital visit.
He was well aware that Jorge was old and mature enough to not get voluntarily in trouble or do something stupid. And the chances that he crashed during a session were small since he was sitting safely in an office commentating the events or annoying different team members with a microphone.
But after all... It was still Jorge. He had a habit of starting fights.
His voice dropped as he got up from his seat and asked "Is he okay?" He collected the sheets with a swift move, ready to go.
"Yes, he's fine!" The woman said quickly and relief flooded through his veins. "He's not hurt or something like that. It's just... He is here, alive, unharmed but he's... Ehm... slightly different"
Slowly he stopped understanding what was going on. With furrowed brows he turned to her again. He needed an explanation, this whole ordeal without a real answer couldn't go on even though she felt slightly bad for her. She clearly didn't want to tell him.
"Meaning?" The tone of his voice indicated that he demanded the truth. Now. "He is... Kind of... Ehm..." She muttered something while her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.
Oh god, what fucked up kinky thing did he do now? And how did he got caught?
"Nami, what fucked up thing did my wonderful husband do now?" he asked, losing patient with both her and Jorge.
"Jorge Lorenzo is 16 years old"
His mouth involuntarily opened slight, as he blinked a few times, like he tried blinking her words away.
"Sorry - he's what?!" he asked just to be reassured he had misunderstood her since the words didn't make sense. Jorge was 37 year old. He was pretty sure about that.
"I was sent to inform you. Jorge was found running out DAZN as a 16 years old, both physically and mentally." "He... He is 16 years old." "Yes." "So... No beard, no wrinkles and... No memories about... The whole last... 20 years? Our whole life-?"
Every high speed crash he had survived felt more gentle. Every surgery recovery had been less painful than this realization.
The thought that the love of his life had no idea about anything they did these past 2 decades felt wrong. It felt like a bad joke. Like a curse made to haunt him.
"Yes… I mean… Not really... He was pretty confused and disoriented about his whereabouts. Apparently he ran when Pol found him and basically sprinted down the grid until..." "Until- what?" "Aleix tackled him" "Aleix did what?!" "Jorge wouldn't stop running so Pol screamed to stop him and Aleix... Well, he stopped him."
Dani decided to say nothing. The whole situation seemed too unreal to even think about it. He couldn't deal with it properly. Not yet.
He sighed, trying to remember the 16 year old boy he once knew.
It wasn't really easy. He had seen him morph from one version into the other. There weren't really clear cut but it was an entirely different person.
The angry kid seemed long gone but apparently he was back. Now. Suddenly.
"Was he aggressive?" he asked silently. He hope he hadn't but he knew that it was unlikely. Violence used to be Jorge's first go to, to deal with situations.
"He threatened a few people and Aleix got a few hits but he laughed it off. Guess he's unharmed."
He tried taking the information in. They still seemed absurd. A 16 year old version of his husband had tried to make a run from his colleagues only to be thrown to the ground by another rider who he then hit.
He had to accept it to act accordingly. He took a deep breath, his mind still lingering at the image. He might be funny if the situation wasn’t that complex.
"Okay. Fuck it. Where is he now?" "They bought him back to DAZN" "Right. Let's go"
They didn't say much when making their way to the journalists. Nobody asked question when Dani slipped in the building. It wasn't exactly new that he came around to see his husband. Same with Jorge at KTM.
But this time, he was already expected.
"Dani, hey, good that you're here" Pol greeted him. "You already know, I guess?" "Yes. Is Aleix okay? He hit him?" "Oh yeah. Don't worry, Aleix is still laughing about it. But Jorge was kind of... Well..." "Aggressive. Yeah, I remember him"
"Izaskun is with him. She was the only one who could at least calm him slightly down." He nodded and Pol showed him where the two were.
He took another deep breath before he knocked. He heard a female voice answering and entered slowly.
First thing he saw was Izsakuns helpless smile. She was obviously relieved to see the Spaniard. She quickly stood up to make her way to him.
"Not really talkative and not trusting but he's okay. Confused. Talk to him" He nodded, not really paying attention.
He was too focused on the boy sitting at the window, staring outside in the paddock. Clearly in awe about the atmosphere, the countless people running around and doing their job, all with the track so close, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings. Or maybe he didn't want to.
The view was fascinating. It had something magical to be allowed to see it regularly live. But both Jorge and Dani had lost an eye for it after spending their whole life at the scene.
But this boy hadn't yet gotten familiar to the atmosphere. It didn't felt like his 2nd home.
Jorge was not older than 16, maybe 17. Overall he didn't look that different. His hair was longer and he had no facial hair. But his face had no trace of the past decades they had spent together.
It felt weird seeing him like that again. This sight was only something from an old picture.
He coughed slightly to get his attention. It didn't work.
"Jorge?" he tried softly "Go the fuck away!" he hissed without turning around. He looked down, his until then almost soft features got hard immediately. He really hadn't noticed that the man had entered. The awe in his eyes were replaced by a cold shimmer.
"I'm not stupid! I know you're all lying to me, you stupid cunt! Leave me-" It was then that he decided to turn around. He looked at Dani, his eyes going wide without a second in between. His mouth hang open and the older decided to smile.
"Hola, I forget what an asshole you used to be, Lorenzo" he teased, still grinning just to show him that he didn't mean any harm with his words. "Always rude and not believing when someone means well. Good that that changed by now"
Jorge just stared at him, his eyes bigger than ever before. It looked like he was about to say something but the words never left his mouth.
Dani used to moment to cross the room and sit opposite him on the window.
"That's not possible" he whispered shaking his head furiously. "You're... You're not... No. Fuck no. You're 18. You have to be 18!" "I was 18. A long time ago. I'm 39 now." "But - no. That's impossible. All this is impossible!" he decided and stood up.
He couldn't stand looking at Dani. It felt too wrong. He looked too much like the Dani he knew. The same face. The same posture. The same voice. The same hair.
He barely noticed the differences. The scars. The wrinkles. The grey hair. For him he looked the same and completely different and he couldn't stand it.
He was pacing around, expected to be stopped. He wasn't. After a few seconds, he turned back. Just to make sure he wasn't going insane and he had really seen what he thought.
"Are you Dani Pedrosa?" he asked just to be sure.
"You didn't really get that whole... 20 years in the future thing, did you? Or did you just straight up thought I died?" Dani asked trying to lighten the mood. "No! I... I just.. I mean, I... 20 years in the future sounds like a bad joke! You can’t expect me to just believe that crap!"
He nodded. "I know... Honestly, I can't imagine how you feel. This whole situation is a mess. No one really expected this." "What the fuck do you think it's like to me?! I was at home and then, the next moment I was here. I don't even knew where ‘here’ is. So I just ran and then suddenly this weirdo jumped on me and I was bought here... I thought they'll hurt me" he ranted, whispering the last sentence.
Dani heard it anyway. He froze at the confession. Jorge hadn't recognized any of them. He was chased and wrestled to the ground by a bunch of strangers.
He couldn't imagen the fear he might have felt in that moment. He shouldn't have felt that. They had meant. The Espargabros had just wanted to help him, but in the end, they had make it worst.
"No one is going to hurt you. I promise you." he tried reassuring him "Aleix - the weirdo that jumped on you - didn't mean to. He's kind. He would never actually hurt someone."  He only got a shrug in return. He didn't fully believe him. Not yet at least.
He spent a quick second thinking everything over. He had to act. He had to do something. Literally anything to make him more comfortable. Right now the boy wasn't trusting him. He was on edge, ready to run any second.
So he decided to show him, he was safe by simply trusting him. Why would he end up trusting him if he felt like he wasn’t being trusted?
"Alright, how about I get us something to eat? You can let the whole situation sink in and then ask me whatever you want. I promise to tell you the truth about the future. But please stay here. You don't want pictures of you like that floating the internet" "Eh-the what now?"
Right. Jorge was on the beginning of the 2000s level. "Something like newspaper but much faster and much more dangerous. Don't worry about it. Just stay here for a moment, okay?" "Okay" he groaned, clearly not happy, but accepting of his fate.
Dani almost expected that he'd make a run anyway. He quickly chatted with Pol and Izaskun, keeping them updated. They had informed KTM that he wouldn't be able to continue his duties for the day. He had to baby sit.
He bought pasta and was happy to see that Jorge hadn't moved from his spot on the window. Maybe that counted as progress
"Okay, I bought you carbonara. Or Pesto. Your call" As expected, reached the boy for the carbonara one. It has always been his favourite.
They started eating in silence. Jorge had started to resent the silence. He always had some music running or talked with whoever was around. But he refused to talk to the stranger lady. He didn’t know her so why would he? The whole situation was freaking him out. So now he had been quiet for quiet a while. And he was starting to dislike it. And he knew Dani so it only took a few digs until the curiosity in the boy was stronger than his reserved facade.
"Did you make it to MotoGP?" "Yes. 2006 was my rookie season?" "And... Never mind." he quickly looked down again. A blush was on his cheeks. "You jointed 2008" "I know I'll make it! I'm a better rider than you anyway!" "Self-confidant as always"
Jorge wasn't sure how to react. The Dani he knew would protest and argue. But this felt like mockery. And joking. But not in a mean way. He wasn't sure how to react to the older ones cheeky, almost challenging grin.
"Did I win a championship?" he asked instead. "I thought you're the best rider. You don't need the reassurance if that’s true… Or do you have doubts?" "OH fuck off! Just tell me!" he shot back and got a laugh in return. He was close to throwing his noodles at him.
He chose not to. But he considered it.
"You did..." Dani finally admitted. "In an outstanding season" "Yes!" he laughed.
"Do we still ride?" he asked more. "No. Hell, no. I retired in 2018, you at the end of 2019. I'm a test rider, you're a journalist. That's why you were here. It's the DAZN building."
He was satisfied with that. Happily he returned to his meal.
He was dreaming about the fights and what his future would bring based on that when the old Daniel asked "You know what I'm wondering?" He couldn't bite back his reply. "How to dye your hair?" He asked eyeing the grey spot on top of his head. It had been one of the first thing he noticed.
And the annoyed look he gave him, was easy for him to recognize. The Dani he knew always looked at him like that. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Dani responses with a chuckle as well. It felt good seeing the older man laugh. All his jokes and happy attitude helped him being able to actually talk to him and forget the incident earlier.
"But for real. What I mean is, are you the actually 2003 Jorge or are you're the 2024 Jorge but aged down?" Dani asked, getting him back to the ground of reality.
"What's the difference?" he wondered. "If you're the 2003 Jorge - where is my Jorge?" "Your Jorge?"  he questioned confused. The way he said it felt different. "My Jorge. From my time. This time."
He quickly added. He surely wouldn't have that conversation now.
"You mean... My 30- something year old self may be in my place right now?" "Not impossible" "That would means he's at my home... Weird." "Not much weirder than this" "Hey!"
"He'd be with my dad" he thought aloud remembering that he sat at his desk trying to understand some papers when he was suddenly standing in a corridor he never saw before.
"Fuck" "That's bad?" "He isn't exactly on speaking terms with your father. It's for the better. Trust me"
Jorge considered asking. But he didn't.
He knew his own father all to well. He had his own moots and could easily lose his temper. More than once had he considered running away just to get away from him.
But where should he have gone? If he went to his mother, he would have endangered her and his sister. He wasn't selfish enough to do that. And he didn't had any friends.
He would be on his own. And the thought scared him.
But maybe he would be able to get away from him in the future. It felt different. He had never considered a life where his father's present wasn't a constant factor like it was now.
He felt like his father was the one decided how he moved, what he do and how he breath. Not having that pressure was something he didn't even dare to long for.
He tried pushing those thoughts away. And perfect distraction was right in front if him. The next topic was literally glittering in the sun in front of him.
"Flashy ring" he commentated with a nod towards Dani's hand. He was wearing his rings, like always. "Didn't thought it's your style" It was made out of a thick, silver bandage, with maybe details, highlighted by some small colourful stones. On top was another, much more bigger diamond. All as real as they could be and sinfully expensive.
The KTM rider smiled as he looked at his wedding ring. Jorge had picked that one. At first Dani had been sceptical. He didn't really like those flashy rings. They just seemed too much. And paying that much money felt ridiculous.
But Jorge had told him, that he himself was flashy too. So if Dani had a flashy ring, it was like he had a part of Jorge with him all the time. A flashy reminder of his flashy husband.
In return, Dani had chosen a much more calm and simply ring for his husband. A simply reminder from his simple husband.
He had been afraid that he didn't like it but the younger Spaniard had been fascinated. And both had agreed that the rings looked beautiful and complete them in a way.
"It's actually not. My husband chose it. He absolutely loves those big rings. He said it's supposed to represent him. He's wearing one that's more my style" „Your.... Your... Husband?"
Jorge stared at him in disbelief. He obviously had expected a wife.
"Yes. My husband. Same sex marriage was legalized in Spain in 2005. My husband and I got married in December 2015." "That was almost 10 years ago. It's 2024, right?" "Yes. After 3 years of real dating... And some on and off before" "That's a long time" "It is and I couldn't be happier" he confused.
He watched Jorge moving his pasta around a little bit, without continue eating. He was contemplating asking or not.
"Am I in a relationship?" "You're married. Happily." "I don't believe you" Jorge whispered. His voice distance.
„What?" "How can I - I - be part of a happy marriage. It won't work. So I promised to never get married. Apparently whatever idiot I'm becoming is to delusional to see that"
Dani wanted to say something, defending his own husband, but he knew it'd be useless. It had taken years and many 2nd chances to stop Jorge from self-sabotaging their relationship. There had been many tears, arguments and screaming to get them where they were today. He wouldn't be able to fix this in just a few hours.
"Do you have children?" Jorge continued asking. "Not yet. We're planning to adopt two" "That sounds beautiful... Do I have children?" "No" "Good. At least something that makes sense" "What do you mean?" "Come on... You know me. I'd be a terrible father" "How about you grow up and then decide?"'
Again an old argument. He knew Jorge's fear of accidentally turning to his father's methods. For a long time he had suppressed his desire to raise children but Dani knew how much he wanted them. So they worked together. Like always.
He didn't get a respond and he didn't continue asking. It wasn't worth the energy.
Dani continued eating. He felt the young boys eyes on him, never completely leaving him. He acted like he wouldn't notice. But he did. Every few second, Jorge looked at him, like he expected him to change or disappear. Then he looked away only to continue a few seconds later.
When Dani looked up right when he looked at him again, Jorge felt caught.
"You look weird" he only muttered over his food as an explanation and Dani laughed out loud. He didn't even try to hide his grin. That was exactly what he had expected his husband to say. He was actually surprised he had waited this long.
"Thank you very much, Jorge. Very kind of you." he said while not looking up. Just to tease him a bit. From the corner of his eyes he saw how the younger one was moving in his seat.
"Why do you have grey hair? Aren't you like... Not even 40?" he asked eyed the grey strand.
It looked weird. It felt weird. It make the future seem real. They had gotten old. Dani had grown up. Dani was an adult and already retired. He was old. But the one he knew was still a teenager, barely an adult. He was his age. But still…
This would be his future. This was the man he’d be in 21 years.
"I'm 39" "It makes you look old" He saw no reason to lie.  "I wouldn't say I'm old but I guess everyone is old to a teenager" "Do I look old too?" "Mm?" "2024 Jorge. I hope I don't look like an old geezer like you"
"Firstly, ouch. Secondly, no. You look pretty young, if you have to know. You're very careful with your appearance" "So why do you have grey hair? Why look old? Or do you wanna tell me they banned hair dye in the future?" "No. But why would I dye my hair? My husband always said it'd look very handsome"
He decided to go for the truth. Maybe a little bit of exposure therapy and a glimpse of their life would help him seeing the future as it is
"Maybe he's right" Jorge added in his mind gut decided not to speak that thought as he let himself lingue at the grey hair again.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
Dani turned to the door as a female voice said "It's just me, Izaskun" He looked back at the boy. "Is it okay if she comes in?" he asked reassuring and got a nod in response.
"Sure, come inside" he replied loudly. He heard a chuckle from the boy as he whispered barely audible "That's what she said"
He decided to let it go since he could not for the love of God find the strength to have to explain that to comment to the dear Izaskun. He had at least safe some of their dignity, even if the journalists was used to much more.
"Hey, sorry, I talked to the doctors, they agree to do some tests to check him over" she explain. "Thank you. We will be there soon."
"What doctors?" Jorge asked. His voice had lost the casualty it had when talking to Dani. He had grown a little more comfortable to the retired rider but now he was on edge again.
"Why? I'm feeling okay" He made a face. He would clearly prefer to do anything else. He sounded angry once more.
The woman smiles at him in loving way. "Oh it's nothing, sweetheart. We would like to do some test, just to make sure that whatever caused this didn't had any side effects" "Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking baby!" he spit. "I'm 16, bitch"
She blinked in confusion, taking a step back. She was taken by surprise by his sudden words. His tone was angry and full of honest hate.
Dani didn't like that. He turned to him in complete disbelief. "Ey! Don't you fucking dare talk to Izaskun like that. She was being polite. Be respectful."
"She talks like I don't understand what's going on! I'm not an idiot! I know what doctors do" He narrowed him, slightly pulling his lip up.
Dani subconsciously remembered that move. Jorge used to have a habit of showing off his teeth when they had an argument as kids. It seemed like an animal instinct. Like he wanted to seem dangerous and out of control. He was ready for a fight.
He gave himself a second. The boy was just reflecting all the hate he was taught. He hated being treated like a child, even when he was young. Or when Dani reminded him that he was the younger one.
It used to remind him of his father telling him to stop acting like a kid. That he should be grown up even if he was far away from that. That he should act like an adult even if he wasn't even 10.
This Jorge was closer to that environment. The sentences and the yelling was still deep in his head. It was echoing in his mind and reflecting in his action.
Dani had tried to fight fire with fire. They relationship almost didn't survive that. But now he knew how to handle it. He wouldn't repeat his mistakes again.
Calmly he leaned a little bit towards him. Just for a second, Jorge panicked. His instincts told him that he would be slapped across the face. He knew that he shouldn't have said that, but he couldn't help defending himself. He expected an according punishment. Even from Dani.
It’s what he was used to. Adults punishing children. And Dani was an adult. He was a child.
"You asked a question." Dani said in a simple voice. No anger behind his words which calmed the younger ones heartbeat. He looked almost confused as he realized that he wasn't been threatened. "She just answered. No need to be rude because she called you sweetheart or cause she gave you more information so you know what's going on. She's trying to help you. Okay?"
"But- She... I..." His words died down. He looked down, biting his lips. Dani's kind gaze was too much. He couldn't protest. "I'm sorry, Izaskun." he added and the older almost felt proud that he apologized without him asking.
"It's okay. No worries... I'll see you around, alright?" she offered smiling. Dani agreed, Jorge didn't say another word. They quickly said their good byes and Jorge tried covering his shame with asking what she would do now.
Izaskun smiled and told him about the preliminary report for the session. He nodded along and wished her a good day. He was at least trying to make his mistake better.
Happy about this development, Dani and he went to the medical centre. He saw it as a win that the boy was warming up to them.
Luckily, the next session was about to start so no one really paid attention to them lasso g through the paddock.
Still, countless people were running around them. There was loud music, yelling and laughing. Every corner was a new sound.
He felt Jorge move closer to him. It felt a slightly weird. There was a tension coming from the younger Spaniard, like he was about to grab his hand to avoid getting lost in the crowd but he never did. Jorge was still a kid, barely one season in the international championship. But he was taller than him. As always.
He could have at least turn into a version of himself that was tinier than Dani. But no...
They got inside quickly. They were already expected. "Ah, hello Mr Pedrosa, Mr Lorenzo. And I thought I wouldn't see you two here again. But this time you're bringing a really interesting cause." "I guess" Jorge muttered not really happy with the description.
"Please get in there. Is it okay if Mr Pedrosa stays with you? We need his agreement to some tests since he is your legal guardian"
Dani almost choked at the statement. This was not how this was supposed to go. It had all worked so well until then. Jorge didn't even had the shimmer of an idea. But now...
Jorge had sat down on the examination table and now looked at the doctor in confusion.
"No, he isn't my legal guardian. Why would he be? Obviously it's my father!" He turned to Dani. Suddenly there was fear in his eyes. "You called my dad, right? He knows I'm here. He's on his way. He's not angry. Right?"
Dani was about to hug him right here and there, just to calm him. He wanted to hold him close like he did so many times whenever his anxiety about his father resurfaced. But he couldn't. Young Jorge hated physical contact and he surely wouldn't make him do something he wasn't fully comfortable with.
"No. I didn't. And I won't." "Are you insane?! Call him! Now! You have no idea what you're doing! He'll kill me if I just disappear and-"
The way he said it, make Dani think he actually believed it. Like he fully believed his father might end his life if he disobey. It felt like a knife stabbing through his heart. It twisted and turned and hurt like a bitch.
"He abused you for years but he is not going to hurt you now. I won't let anything happen to you, neither physically nor mentally and he is a serious risk to both. I will not put you through that. Not when you're 37 and especially not when you're 16... You're safe here. I'm not letting you be with him in a room."
"But if a legal guarding is necessary than he has to know anyway. Call him. Please!" he tried arguing back. "We need your current legal guarding. Your mental age is not actually relevant to that." the doctor replied. "And that is Mr. Pedrosa"
"Okay why the fuck is it him? I doubt you adopted me in the next years. So what the hell are you hiding, Pedrosa?" "Jorge, I... I just didn't think it was appropriate for you to know... Since you're only 16" he tried to explain. By the way his expression darkened, he knew it was the wrong decision.
"You fucking liar. You stupid asshole told me, you'd tell me everything. You said you’d be honest with me. You lied! I trusted you!"
"Please give us a moment" Dani told the doctor, who apparently had only waited to disappear as he quickly left.
"Jorge, please. I just thought it wasn't the best idea -" "Tell me or I'll run away. What are you going to do then, grandpa? Mm?! I'm surely much faster than you!"
Dani nodded. Quietly, he reached in his pocket. He opened his porte-monnaie. An old picture of Jorge in 2012, just at the begging of their relationships, was smiling back at him. He wished he could have him back. He at least knew about them.
He took his ID out and handed it to him. He watched the confusion wash over his face. He took it, studying the pictures and the written details.
Dani knew he had seen it when his eyes went wide and he looked up.
"Daniel Pedrosa-Lorenzo Ramal" he read out loud. His voice slightly breaking. "Lo... Lorenzo. But... That's my last name" "Yes." "Does that mean... That..." "Yes..." he said expecting Jorge to get it.
"You married Laura?" Jorge asked, disgust evident in his voice and Dani couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was such a weird conclusion in an even worst situation.
"No! No, Jorge, I didn't marry your sister." he made a mental note to tell that his sister in law. She would have a field day with that once Jorge was hopefully back to his old self. And hopefully he'd get some jealousy sex from his husband.
"But... No. Wait you said you're in a gay marriage" he remembered and now it was clear that he started to pick up the pieces. "Since... And... But... Wait, are... Is that a coincidence? Fuck. No. Are... Are we... Married?"
His voice got silent. Like he didn't dare to speak out loud. Dani smiled at him softly. "We are." he said and nodded. "And as your husband, I'm your legal guarding. Not your father. Trust me, you don't have to see him"
He shook his head, his eyes closed. "How long?" „This year will be our 9 year anniversary" "Almost 10 years?" "Yeah." "But that means... You love me?" There was no real emotion behind his words. There was no shock. But neither happiness. Dani tried not taking it to heart. He just sounded confused.
"Why would someone like you love me? You're normal." He stared at him with big, honest eyes. He fully believed that he was unlovable. He wasn't even an adult and still he had made his peace with never finding love or getting married.
Jorge had told him that he never actually thought that he'd have a family. He had never seen himself worthy of having a family. He had often told him that he feared he would mess up and destroy the safety a home should bring. But actually seeing it right in front of him, was different.
The whole life they shared, their house, movie nights and weekly dates, there shared training and playful domestic life, seemed impossible for the boy. He rather assumed he was lied to then even consider it as the truth.
According to him, Dani's reality shouldn't be possible.
"Jorge-" "Why should you love me?!” His voice got more heated “I'm a maniac! I'm a danger to myself and others and you know that!" "Jorge-" But he wouldn't let him get a word in.
"I've hurt you. I mean even I hurt the younger version of you already so many times! And – And – with that long career, I surely… I - Oh god." His face turned white. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Jorge, stop it." He didn’t like the way this conversation was going. Whatever realization he just had, wasn’t good. "I hit you. I made you crash. I - I - Oh god. No. No, I... I hurt my husband. I – I really am like my father. Why would you do that? Why put up with me? I don't understand. I... I..."
"Stop. Breath, carino. Just -" "You hate me! And you should! I'm mean and an asshole and I scare you!" "No you don't." "Stop fucking lying to me! I know I do! You hate me! You’re lying to me and my adult self! Why?! Why pretend you love him?"
"Jorge stop!" he yelled. He needed to get his attention. And in that moment it seemed like the only option.
Anger bleed through his voice. The accusation of not loving Jorge, made tears swell in his eyes.
He couldn't help it. He couldn't hide it. It was too much. He loved his husband and he wanted him back. He needed him back. But until then he had to take care of the young Jorge.
"Shut up! Don't you dare talk about my husband like that, understood?! He is a great man and you have no right to speak about him like that! Or me. Or our relationship. Because have no idea what we went through!"
His voice had gotten stronger, more demanding and more angry.
One look at the suddenly scared eyes of the boy was enough to regret everything. He had yelled at him. He had lost his temper. And he had scared him.
Immediately he leaned back, to put some more space between them. He wanted to make Jorge feel safer. He would never put a hand on him. No matter how annoying he would get.
He would never hurt him.
"Okay, yes." He said, this time more calm. The emotions gone out of his voice. "Yes, I used to hate you and you hated me too. But both only partially. Only on track when we both were stupid... And yes, you used to scare me when I didn't understand that your anger didn't come from a place of hate but from fear."
He tried taking the hurry out his voice. He still had to keep him calm. He had to take him back in his right mind and make him forget his outburst.
"We've come a long way and trust me, it wasn't easy. We both changed a lot over the years. And I wouldn't trade that for anyone else who might have been easier." "But... I'm horrible." "You're not horrible. You're just 16"
"I... I even hate myself. Everyone hates me. Why should someone like you love me? You're kind. You're normal. You're not... Like me." "Listen... You're a child. You don't need to have your feelings in order yet. It’s part of growing up. Just know that now you're already amazing and the young Dani adores you. In his own ways."
He thought back to the first time he saw him. Back then, Jorge had cleaned his bike before a session. He had done it himself with so much love and care, that Dani could only wonder how carefully he'd treat a human he might love even more than his bike.
He had seen him play with his little sister when she was visiting him in the box. He always seemed much calmer when she was present. He never yelled with her near. Not even once. He had picked her up and whirled her in circles, both laughing loudly. He had placed her on the bike, helping her with her position and making bike sounds to which she giggled.
He had watch him reassure his mother that he was okay after he had crashed. It was a small gesture. A short moment of vulnerability. He put his head on her lap and let himself feel her safety for a few seconds.
All those moment had young Dani proven him that the mask of the rude asshole Jorge was just self-defence. It was just a facade to protect the Spaniard against the world.
And Dani had taken his times, years actually, to slowly break it down to reveal the real Jorge.
"And in a few years, once you learn how to accept yourself and deal with what your father put you through, you'll be spectacular. Extraordinary. And kind... My Jorge is the most perfect human I know."
"Liar!" he hissed. Dani had hoped his words would help him. But it didn't. Instead, he just looked more angry than before. "Jorge-"
"I don't know what your FUCKING PROBLEM IS!" he yelled, stating at him like he was planning to break his nose. Maybe that wasn't even far away from the truth.
"But you have NO RIGHT to do this to me! You have no right to tell me all this bullshit and expect me to believe it! I trusted you and you - you - you bullshit me like this! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? will never change. Never! I can't. Okay?! I WILL NEVER CHANGE!"
Dani didn't even flinch as he yelled at him. He just accepted it. He took it in, not giving it back again. Maybe blowing off some steam would help him.
"We all change. That's part of life. You won't be an angry teenager forever." he promised.
"You're scared and confused. I understand that and-" "I'm not fucking scared!" he hissed back, leaning in darling. His gaze was lingering on the man, like he expected him to fight back.
"Yes, you are. You are a scared little boy that appeared in a time where everything you know isn't true. You are scared and you turn to anger." "Fuck you! You don't know me! You know nothing about me! Maybe you know me when I'm old and weird but you have no idea about me. Me"
He nodded slowly. His memories were turning in his head.
"You desperately wanted to stay with your mom after your parents divorced but you told her you hated her for breaking the family apart so she wouldn't feel guilty for not taking you with her because you needed to stay for racing."
He watched his face fall. It was a secret he never shared.
"You always wanted a dog, a husky, but you were too scared to get one while racing because you want to take proper care of it. You'll call it Lumi."
It seemed so childish and far away, that Jorge hadn't even really admitted it to himself. It just seemed impossible and he didn't dare to dream.
Still the statements were true. They knocked the air out of him.
"How... How do you know that?" he asked with a unsure voice. "Because you told me." he explained. "Why would I do that?" He smiled at him in a sad way. "Because you know - you will know that I'm not your enemy. I'm here to help you and I'd do anything for you."
Jorge looked at him in disbelief. For him it seemed impossible. To trust someone else on a level that he told him his darkest secrets seemed like an unmanageable task. And why would he? There was no need for anyone to know what his dog would be called or what an asshole he had been.
But still, he had or will tell Dani. He will trust Dani like that. He will show Dani his soul, expecting it to be saved.
"You may not know me and that's okay. You will. But I know you. And I can't let you destroy yourself like that. I won't leave you alone with those thoughts. Never. I didn't do it back then and I won't do it now"
Jorge just nodded. He wasn't sure how else to respond.
“Okay.. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about anything else?” “No… I’m okay” he answered. “Alright… I’ll call the doctor back” Dani said and he left for a few seconds after another nod from the boy.
The doctor came quick. He explained the procedures. They would do several brain test, testing his physical health in general and taking his blood. This time Jorge didn't try fighting Dani agreeing to the test after checking with him. He had no question and just let his surroundings happen. He got quiet. He barely reacted and only gave short answers.
Dani watched the whole thing with growing worry. Maybe he shouldn't have been this persistent. Maybe he should have left him alone instead of trying to get to him. But then again, he had needed it. Jorge had needed the talk.
But he had no right to yell.
Jorge on his behalf was still watching him the same way. Even during the examinations, his gaze always wandered to Dani. He watched how he turned around when Jorge was asked to pull his shirt off. He watched how Dani asked some more questions about the tests. And he watched Dani’s gaze when he asked him if he was really comfortable with the tests.
He was watching him cause he was trying to understand him. It was difficult. His words and behaviour didn't seem to make sense. He was too nice. And there was no advantage he could get from putting up with him. So why bother?
He tried to realize the meaning and a part got what the older Spaniard had said. He was nice to him because he cared about him. But the other side of him was just confused about it. Because why would he?
He wasn't sure yet which part would be stronger.
A few hours later, they left again. Jorge had the confirmation that be was completely okay. A healthy 16 year old with nothing to worry about. Which was good. Except that he should be a more or less healthy 37 year old.
And from what the doctor had told Dani, no abnormalities in the test, meant no real chance to get Jorge back to normal soon. They would have to do many test. For many years. And even then nothing was guaranteed. So Dani started to wonder if letting Jorge do countless test where he would be treated as a Guinee pig or some scientific wonder, just for nothing to come of it, was the right decision.
Maybe he – or they should just accept it and learn how to deal with the new situation. Dani would take care of the young Jorge, not as his husband.
He had a lot to think about as they went through the paddock. Not just in terms of reversing whatever happened to the Spaniard, but Dani also felt bad for how he dealt with Jorge's anger.
He should have known it came out sooner or later. He could have told him about their relationship and not put him on a spot like this in a doctor’s office. But he hadn’t dared and as a result, he yelled at the kid.
They were back in Dani's trailer by now. Jorge had barricade himself in their bedroom, reading something and rewatching the sessions of the day.
By now it was well last track action and there was no need for him at KTM anyway.
Dani had managed to put his thoughts in order. Having a young Jorge here was like having the past right in front of him again. Like he was haunted by the things that nearly destroyed them. Like he had to fight for his relationship again and again.
But this time, he didn't know how it would go. If Jorge didn't turn back, there was no relationship to safe. He wouldn't date someone half his age, even if he waited for the boy to turn 18.
The thought alone made him creep out about himself. He shook his head. Never in a million years was this an option.
He would help young Jorge and treat him like a son or younger brother. That was out of the question for him But nothing more.
The realization felt like he had already lost his husband. Like Jorge was gone and would never return. Alone the fact that this was a real risk, hurt him more than anything else. It felt like he buried the love of his life.
He didn't want to think about it. He wanted his Jorge back.
But he had to put his wishes back. He had other, more important things to deal with. Seeing the angry teen going numb like that, worried him. He wanted to take care of him. He still loved him. But differently.
After a few minutes, in the kitchen, he went to the bedroom and knocked. It took a few seconds until he got an answer. He quietly entered, putting the mug he prepared down in front of the boy on a small table.
He looked tired but eyed the porcelain curious. "What's that?" he asked. "A hot chocolate for you"
And the way his eyes lit up, was all he needed. His husband has always been and would always have a sweet tooth.
Negotiating with Jorge after a hot chocolate was the easiest. His mother in law had taught Dani that and he was grateful for her tips.
Dani sat down next to him, as he quickly took a sip. "Thank you" he muttered. "Always"
As the boy leaned back, biting his lips, he barely dared to look at him. He wondered if Jorge had expected that he would want to talk about it again. Knowing his Jorge, he probably did.
After one of their rare fights, Jorge had a habit of staying close to him, initiating physical contact and words of affirmation to make sure that he and Dani were okay. It was like a secret check to see if he still needed time.
"I'm sorry Jorge." He tried. "I didn't mean to yell at you in that office. That was wrong. You didn't the deserve that."
"Is okay" He muttered and Dani couldn't help but disagree "No, it really isn't. You're a child. I shouldn't have lost my temper. It's just... Hearing you talk like that about my life... About the person I love so much... It hurts and I just... I miss my Jorge."
The boy looked at him. His eyes had gotten slightly more sad at that. "Sorry I'm not him" he scoffed, avoiding his eyes. He wanted to gather his anger but he couldn’t. He was too tired and he didn’t want to be angry at Dani. "Sorry I'm just me"
"No, you are not doing that" he said, pulling him in a soft side hug. There was no resistance. Instead he felt Jorge lean against him and put his head on his shoulder. He took it as an acceptance of the touch.
"You are not turning this against me. You are not my Jorge. But you also are not not my Jorge. Hell, you are so much like him, it's scary" "But... I'm... I'm insane" „You're a teenager. Everyone is insane as a teenager. Especially those riding motorbikes for a living" he laughed.
The tension eased. Jorge just smiled softly. Both seemed to quietly agree that they were okay. That no one was angry at the other. They both knew everything they said was just in the heat of the moment, spoken without real anger.
They stayed like that, Jorge’s head leaning against Dani’s shoulder. They continued watching the move Jorge had started. Soon they boy grew more and more tired. He was close to falling asleep
The older Spaniard made sure not to move until he was sure the younger one was fast asleep. Then he carefully moved him a little so Jorge was laying down and under the covers.
He caressed his hair one last time and smiled. “Good night” he whispered. He was about to leave when he felt fingers around his wrist. They grabbed him without real force. It was enough to make him pause.
"Hey, everything okay? It's just me" Dani asked. "Whe-Where are you going?" he asked. His voice already half asleep.
"It's okay, you'll sleep here and I'll take the couch. I'm gonna be just in the next room" Dani explained. "But... We... We could share" "I don't think that's a good idea." "But... You're my husband. Shouldn't we... So where's the problem?"
"You will be my husband. Or would be. Were. I'm sorry Jorge but the situation is very different now. That's why I'll take the couch. You're a teenager in a vulnerable position. I'm not going to take advantage" "But it's not taking advantage if I'm offering. I mean-" "Jorge, you're 16 and I'm almost 40. I'll take the couch." he said this time more insisting.
Those green eyes could convince him to do much. But this was non-negotiable. He wouldn't share a bed with his past lover when he was just a teenager. It was off limit.
Jorge was off limit.
And Dani would respect that, even if it made him feel like he was burying his husband while he was laying in what used to be their bed.
He turned to leave. He made his way to the door when he heard a softly muttered "I'm sorry". Dani almost didn't catch it, buried in the cushions.
He suddenly remembered how Jorge had explained his father's punishments once. It included just leaving him alone for a night or a few days, right in the middle of the argument, leaving Jorge on edge for what was about to come.
He would be like in a mine field with his father not talking to him, but he could start yelling, hitting, kicking at him, any second for what he did.
Dani didn't mean to scare him like that. He didn't want him to overthink their interaction and fear Dani would put a strain on them. He shouldn’t fear that he would try avoiding him the next day. Or that he'd be angry. He had to know that Dani would still be there for him and make sure he was as comfortable with their situation as possible. Whatever that meant.
He stood in the doorway for a moment and smiled. The light of the hallway illuminated his facial features slightly. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean anything. I promise, tomorrow will be just the same"
With that he went to sleep as well.
It wasn't really sleep. He spent the better part of the night tossing and turning around, his mind torturing him with losing hope to reverse his husband's condition and memories of him.
He remembered what he would lose if Jorge stayed that age and grew up again.
He would lose the men he spent his whole life with. No more waking up together, sharing their day together. No more kisses and hugs like he was used to. No more bad jokes.  
Could he really handle that?
Could he give up all this? Could he handle watching the boy that used to be his, growing up, probably racing once more? Could he handle watching him try and crash? Could he see him live a life without him?
He would have to. He would have to see all that if he wanted to support him. Could he really deal with that?
Or would he ultimately abandoned him? Would he not be able to look at him? Would all he see was his husband that he would have to bury his mind? Would it drive him ultimately insane? Would he do something he'd regret?
He feared his thoughts. He wished sleep would come to silence them, but he had no luck.
He remembered how they got together. Dani had once again broken his bones and Jorge had wanted to check on him while he was sulking, which ended in too much alcohol, too honest stories and falling asleep on each other.
He remembered their first date when Jorge had put all his thoughts in what Dani enjoyed. The older one had expected him to ask him for dinner in some fancy restaurant with food he hadn't even heard off. Probably in a tailored suit. He thought he would bring him there in a flashy car.
Instead he had invited Dani inside his house where he offered him a home cooked meal, with candles and music. A CD from Dani's favourite band.
They later went for a walk and got ice cream. They spent the whole night talking like they never did before. There was no distance between them. No gap, no rivalry, no passed fights haunting them.
They were just two normal person, going for ice cream, sharing childhood stories and laughing together.
Dani loved everything and couldn't help but kiss him stupid and the way he blushed gave him the rest.
He was falling hard and quickly.
He remembered their first time and Jorge publicly joking they would get married only to tell him in secret that he was being honest.
The proposal and wedding followed quickly afterwards.
Of course, they had their ups and downs. Many fights.
Once they were almost on the brink of divorce when Jorge was desperate for any angry reaction after Honda had revealed Jorge's contract announcement for 2019.
Dani didn't had a heads up. He silently accepted it and for months, Jorge was waiting for the inevitable fallout.
He was on edge and tried annoying Dani even more, so he would get angry and let the suppressed anger out.
Dani refused. He wasn't really angry. Just sad. He knew he would retire soon. The racing was getting too much for his body. But this wasn't what he worked his ass off for. He hadn’t gone through all this to be kicked out the team. 
Still. It might have been the best way to retire.
His mind screamed at him that even without an accident and after surviving all those crashes and hospital scares, he still wouldn't grow old with his husband.
He had done everything. He had archived everything. He had a great career, with more influence and respect than any other rider that never won a championship in the highest class. He had earned a lot of money. He got married.
He was living the dream.
But his husband was gone.
He felt tears stream down his face.
"Why?" he whispered in the darkness. "Why universe? Why always me? Why him? Why play this sick and twisted game when I need him so much? Oh I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you so much and I hope you lose whatever you love the most too."
He wasn't even sure why or at who he was angry. He just was.
By now he wasn't even sure if he had already sleep. It felt like he fell asleep every few minutes.
He couldn't even place the time when he was once again woken up. But now it was because of a door and footsteps.
Dani wanted to cry. He really didn't need to be reminded of kid Jorge.
"Dani?" And now his mind decided to give him his old voice back. It sounded just like it used to, a lot higher and more mature then it currently was.
He wanted to cry out loud, but he couldn't. So he just turned around, facing away.
He was holding his breath, hoping the boy would think he was sleeping and leave again.
"Amor, I... Are you there?"
It was like a slap in the face. He cursed his mind. He wanted it to stop. He felt tears in his eyes and a sob left his chest. His brain had given the teen the slightly darker voice of his husband. And let him call him by his favourite nickname.
He couldn't be strong anymore. He couldn't hold it in. Not anymore. Not yet.
 "Fuck off" he whispered, his words barely audible under has crying. "Just leave. I... I don't... I..."
He blinked and felt his breath freezing in his throat. He finally looked at him. Jorge was kneeling next to him. His Jorge. His husband.
He had the beard he was recently growing. He was more bulky. He was bigger and taller. He was clearly not a teenager anymore. His hair was shorter.
Dani mouth went dry. That wasn't a child. Jorge wasn't 16. Not anymore. He was 37. He was the man that had gotten up with him the day before. He was the man who told him to get Pedro on track and keep him there before kissing him good bye.
"Jorge?" he whispered, still in complete disbelief.
"Mi corazon, hey, I... I'm here. I'm sorry, I can't really remember what happened since this afternoon" Dani wanted to cry out laughing. Instead he just continued crying. He sobbed hard and loud but now with relief.
He was back.
He reached out for him, feeling his skin and clothes. He was real. This wasn't a dream. He wasn't crazy. That was his Jorge.
"Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Dani. Really. Whatever I did, I'm terribly sorry. I won't do it again. I swear I'll make it up to you" "Oh Jorge" he sobbed and leaned over to him, sneaking from the couch and instead in his lap.
He was hugging him close, pressing himself closer and closer against his chest. He buried his head in his neck and sobbed even more.
He could feel the familiar strong arms around his waist that were holding him safe and in place. He felt protected. There was nothing that could hurt him now. Not when he was there.
"Fuck, I missed you so much. Oh Jorge, my Jorge, you have no idea how much I missed you" "I'm here. I promise I would never ever leave you. Not in a million years" "B-But you left. You... You were..." "And I make my way back to you, didn't I?"
He kissed his head carefully. He still didn't understood what was going on. He assumed a nightmare had whatever fight they had, worse than it actually was.
It didn't make sense, but he couldn't remember anything since the afternoon. He was at dazn, in the middle of the day and then... He woke up in the middle of the night. Alone. In their bed.
And now he was sitting on the floor, holding his crying husband close, trying to figure out what was going on.
"It's okay, Dani. I'm here. I'm always here... Please, let's go back to bed. Together." "Jorge..." "I... I can't sleep without you. Please. I'm sorry. I-"
"No" he sobbed but this time he managed to laugh a little. "God, you didn't do anything wrong, carino. And you didn't do anything stupid. I... Oh god, you're back" "What? I don't - understand." "Doesn't matter. You're back and that's what counts."
"Dani... I would never leave you. I'm sorry but I can't fucking remember what happend since this afternoon" "I'll tell you everything later. Now... We're both here. That's all that matters."
Jorge agreed silently by picking him up, lifting him from the floor and carrying him back to bed. Dani clinged even closer to him now. “Thank you for giving him back, universe” he whispered inaudible.
As they laid down together, Dani made a point in cuddling in as close as somehow possible. He smiled. And that was more than enough for Jorge to post one any question.
An explanation didn't matter now. All that mattered was that his husband was okay and happy.
And apparently the best place to do so was on his chest.
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1989 (Peter Parker’s Version
Chapter One: Welcome To New York
“Welcome to New York! It’s been waiting for you”
Word Count: 2.2k
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings/Contains: Gender neutral reader (no pronouns, no use of y/n, no descriptors mentioned in this chapter), mild language, likely some OOC moments but whateverrrr
A/N: Going back to my roots and writing some Peter Parker content! I struggled for ages deciding if I wanted to write for Tom’s Peter or Andrew’s and this is based on Tom’s but trust, Andrew’s Peter Parker will get his time in the spotlight. Also for all my Deadpool & Wolverine people, I PROMISE that next installment will be out soon! I’m at 4k words and not even at the Good Part yet so I hope to have her up by the end of this week 🫶🏻
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You were lost. So lost it would’ve been comical if it wasn’t your first day of class at Midtown. You clutched the schedule in your hands, looking at door numbers as you passed them. If 305 was right here, 303 across the hall, where in the hell was 304? You turned to look around the hallway, hoping to see someone who could help you and then you saw him.
Warm brown eyes met yours and you set your shoulders back before you walked over. He looked as anxious as you felt, but you hoped he would be able to help. “Hi! I’m so sorry, but I’m so insanely lost right now and you look really nice. Do you know where 304 is? I found 303 and 305 but I can’t find 304.”
“Uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry. Can I see your schedule?” You handed your schedule over to his outstretched hand and tried not to flinch when your fingers brushed his. “We have the same schedule, so you can follow me around today.” A pause. “Only if you want to! But it may be helpful. Having someone you can stick with today.” You watched as his cheeks grew slightly more flushed. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, like he couldn’t help but fidget.
“That would be really nice.” You smiled, hoping you came across as grateful as you felt. He ducked his head but you caught the faintest glimpse of a smile before he looked back at you.
“So, 304 is all the way down the hall. I don’t know why they did that, but.” He shrugged and together, the two of you walked down the hall.
“Thank you,” you trailed off and he introduced himself. Peter Parker, he said. You told Peter your name, feeling yourself smile as he said your name. “I’m glad I found you, Peter.” Nothing else was said as you two walked into class and after a moment of hesitation, you took a seat beside him. A minute later, someone else took a seat on the other side of you. Peter introduced him as Ned, Ned introducing himself as Peter’s best friend, and the three of you made light conversation as you worked on a writing assignment.
“Where did you move from?” Ned asked and you hummed.
“Portland. My mom got a new job at the city hospital, and we moved in a few days ago. Thursday, I think? The days have all blurred together at this point.” You chuckled. Your apartment was a labyrinth of moving boxes, having barely unpacked anything over the weekend. You just barely had all of your school things unpacked before you left for school this morning. “I need to finish unpacking, do some actual exploring. I’ve never been to New York before and now I live here.”
“Trust. Stay with us, you’ll be like a native in no time,” Ned said and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Thanks.” You got through the rest of the day fairly well, even if you felt like a lost puppy trailing behind Peter. You felt lucky to have the same schedule as him, and Ned was pretty cool too. You also met a girl, MJ, who kind of intimidated you in the best way. At the end of the day, you parted ways from Peter and his friends, beginning your own walk home.
Hours later, you sat on your fire escape, sketchbook in your lap until a shadow swung past you. Was that…? There’s no way.
-
Peter didn’t mean to see you on his patrol. He had perched on a rooftop, watching over the people on the street below, and he felt a pair of eyes on him. Peter looked around as if his head was on a swivel, and then he saw you. You had a sketchbook in your lap, now dressed down in a simple t-shirt and black sweatpants, and you offered him a simple wave before you returned to your drawing. Peter found himself watching you for a few moments, watching your focus return to whatever you were drawing.
Come on, Peter, get a move on, Peter thought before he was off. He just missed you looking up, watching him with a curious gaze.
Every day for the next week, Peter saw you while on his patrol route. And every day he passed you, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment. He’d perch on the rooftop across from yours, taking a minute to just breathe and watch you. You spent a lot of time on the fire escape, he noticed. Some days drawing, some days reading. Always doing something. Today, he watched as you taped a piece of paper to your fire escape and he tilted his head. Your eyes met his (well, where his eyes are under the mask) and you tapped the paper and waved before climbing back through your window. A few moments passed before Peter moved and he swung over to your fire escape, landing quietly as he took the paper.
Peter smiled as he studied the drawing. You had drawn him as Spider-Man, perched on the rooftop he frequented. You colored the sky to resemble the setting sun, and the drawing looked as if it was glowing. Peter looked up into your window, frowning when he didn’t see you. With a soft sigh, Peter swung off to tuck the drawing into a safe place and continue his patrol route. Later that night, you noticed a sticky note stuck to your window that simply read ‘thank you’ with a drawing of Spider-Man’s mask on the bottom. The sticky note now lived on the side of your bookshelf, it being the first and last thing you saw every day.
-
You had been in the city just shy of a month before you properly met the web slinging hero. You were walking home from the library, and admittedly, you had gotten distracted and now you had no idea where you were. Everything looked somewhat familiar, but it all blended together into vaguely familiar blurs. You had no idea where you were at this point and you had started to panic when a familiar masked hero landed in front of you. You screamed, jumping back a few feet and Spider-Man frantically waved his hands.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I thought you heard me.” Spider-Man sounded as panicked as you felt and you held your hand to your chest as you willed your racing heart to settle down.
“Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man my ass, almost gave me a heart attack,” your sentence ended in a laugh as you composed yourself. “I drew you such a nice picture a few weeks ago and you repay me by scaring me.”
“In my defense, I kind of rely on my stealthiness. Can’t sneak up on bad guys if I’m noisy,” Spider-Man said and you rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips twitching up.
“What can I do for you, Spidey?” You shifted from one foot to the other, studying him. When he was swinging through the air, fighting off muggers or even worse bad guys that you had seen on YouTube, he held an air of confidence. He came up with quips just as fast as he shot webs, blocked hits, and threw punches of his own. Talking to you though? He seemed fidget-y. He rubbed at the back of his neck and rocked up on the balls of his feet before settling back down. And that voice. That voice was familiar.
“Just happened to be in the area, you looked a little lost. I’m near the end of my patrol route for the day, so I thought I’d see if you wanted an escort home.” You obviously couldn’t see his expression, but he sounded sincere- if not a little amused.
“That would be… really nice, actually. I usually know my way home better, but I went to a different library today and I thought I had only lost focus for a second, but.” You gestured around yourself. “No clue where the hell I am.”
“Welcome to New York,” Spider-Man said as he started to walk the opposite you were going. “Come on, you just missed it by a few blocks.” Together, the two of you walked back to your apartment, and you made conversation as you walked. You talked more than he did, understanding there was a lot he couldn’t share with you without risking his identity being revealed. You talked about your homework, a group project you had, and your mom’s hectic work schedule. Spider-Man spoke a little, talking about things he had seen on patrol today, and asking questions where appropriate as you talked. You thought it would feel awkward, talking to the superhero, but it didn’t feel like you were talking to a stranger. It felt as if you were talking to a friend.
Your apartment came into sight soon enough and you were relieved, but also disappointed. You had enjoyed talking to him and you were sad you had to go inside and do physics homework.
“Thanks for walking me home. I’m sure you have more important things to do, so I really appreciate it,” you said and Spider-Man shook his head.
“Like I said, I wrapped up my patrol a little early today. Got some superhero business to attend to.” He saluted and you couldn’t help but laugh. The eyes of his mask squinted and you tilted your head, surprised by how expressive his mask was. “Need a lift to your window?” Spider-Man made little hand motions, resembling how he shot his webs, and you shook your head.
“Maybe next time,” you said and he nodded. “If you’re ever around and have a minute. You know where my fire escape is. Just knock on the window if I’m not already out there. I’m home alone a lot,” you admitted. Your mom was home as often as she could, but as a doctor who worked in the emergency room, she worked odd hours. You were a pro at being alone at this point and you couldn’t fault her for it. Chasing her dream even after having you, it was commendable.
“I’ll be on the lookout for you.” Spider-Man’s head shifted slightly, looking up as if he heard something. “Duty calls. I’ll see you around.” He waved before he shot a web at a nearby building, then he was off. You couldn’t help but stare at where he stood not too long ago, thinking about the interaction you had, before you walked inside your apartment building. Odd.
-
Peter sat on your couch, working on homework when you scared the absolute shit out of him.
“Can we talk?” It only took three words for his heart to stop and he hoped he didn’t look even half as panicked as he felt.
“Yeah! Yeah. What’s up?” Peter struggled to meet your gaze and you ran your hand through your hair, a nervous habit.
“I’m gonna sound batshit crazy, but it’s been driving me crazy for a while now and I have to ask.” A deep breath. “Are you Spider-Man?”
Many emotions filled Peter at once and he picked panic as the primary emotion to feel. His hands shook and he felt frozen, yet the need to run at the same time. You already knew his secret, what was stopping him from jumping out the window and swinging away? He could probably convince May to let him stay home for a few days, avoid you a little. Instead, Peter let out a shaky breath.
“What- what makes you say that?”
“Your reaction for one. But I noticed some similarities, your behavior mostly and your voice. Come on, Peter, you’ve gotta look into a voice modifier. But what really sold me? Welcome to New York.” Peter thought back on how not even a few days ago, you were talking to him about the almost friendship you had developed with the spider hero.
“Is this normal for people here? Being friendly with superheroes?” Peter had snorted in response and said, “Welcome to New York.” You had paused for the briefest of moments, Peter almost missed it, before you laughed in agreement.
“I think that connected the dots for me,” you finished. “So… are you?”
Seconds, possibly minutes passed, before Peter spoke again. “You know you can’t tell anyone, okay?” You nodded quickly before sitting back into the couch, relaxing against the cushions.
“Thank you.” Peter tilted his head. “For trusting me. I promise, you never have to worry about me saying anything.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence until you groaned dramatically. “Do you get number nine? Because I keep getting the wrong answer.”
“Come here, let me see.” Peter scooted closer to you and looked at your work. “Right there.” As Peter explained what you were missing, you were grateful nothing felt different between the two of you. As if the conversation never happened. You ordered pizza for dinner later than night before Peter had to go home, and you watched as he swung into the distance, waving him off. Friends with a super hero. Only in New York.
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sidewalkchemistry · 2 years ago
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I wish I knew it while I was in school, but fruit are the best study snacks. When I'm eating just pure fruit, my thoughts come through so much clearer. I don't feel like I'm busting my brain and running low on energy. I feel so powered up and inquisitive.
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nachosncheezies · 1 year ago
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People like Bill Jr. got all kinds of things wrong about Scully but probably none moreso than thinking it was tragic that Mulder was dragging her along on some descent into madness, when actually the real tragedy was how few of the people she loved ever realized it wasn't a descent.
(It couldn't be bc 1. it's not madness and 2. she was already there.)
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