#I teared up while watching this scene and I'm still having a running nose even though it's been an hour

[wisterialagoon]

Alastor x Reader - Comfort Fic

Warnings: established relationship, probably ooc alastor, comfort, reader is grabbed (not by alastor) reader curses :P

Btw! Please do send in Hazbin requests, I do sfw and nsfw :)

You had been having a miserable day. You woke up in a sour mood, but the feeling only worsened when you realised you had woken up in bed alone.

Presumably your husband had left early to head to his broadcast studio. You then had several run-ins with the most insufferable sinners throughout your day, but this, this was ridiculous.

You had been standing in the lobby, by the check-in desk trying not to burst into stress tears as a rather tall intimidating demon stood there screaming his lungs out at you.

"I already told you sir, I cant get you a room unless you want to be redeemed, this isn't a normal hotel," you stress to the demon before you.

He unfortunately doesn't take the refusal well, gripping the collar of your favourite dress, ripping it slightly.

The demon has you in a strong hold pulling his face right up to yours, you grimace at his breath brushing your face. Your feet barely reaching the floor anymore.

"Sir you need to let go of me now!" you damn near shriek in fury. The commotion catches the attention of a few of the hotels residents, the demon finally drops you when he realises he's drawn a crowd, opting to leave before things went south for him.

"Y/N!" You hear Charlie's panicked yell as she comes up to you, helping you to your feet, "Are you okay? D-do you need anything, I'll have Vaggie deal with that demon don't worry!"

"Its alright Charlie," You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, "just give me the rest of the afternoon off, yeah?"

"Of course, please, go rest."

With that you head off to your room, you pull off your dress and get into your night gown. You inspect the collar of your dress to see it in tatters, this unfortunately was your tipping point.

You're now sitting in the middle of the bed crying your eyes out, clutching your dress. You're so in your feelings, you don't even notice Alastor has slipped in until hes sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

You still for a moment but ease into the embrace, soaking his shirt in your tears.

When you had calmed down a bit Alastor cups your face, making you look into his eyes, "Charlie told me what happened my dear, I do wonder why you didn't make that wretched sinner pay, hmm? You're more than capable." He tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes.

"I didn't want to cause a scene and bring a bad reputation to the hotel, sinners should want to come here," you sniffle.

"Au contraire my dear, you shouldn't be afraid to kill those that wrong you, if demons fear you, it keeps them in their place! Anyhow, what's done is done, I'm more concerned with the fact that my, usually very dauntless wife is crying all on her own." Alastor taps your nose gently.

"Bad day, bad, terrible, awful day Al," tears begin to flood your eyes again just thinking about it.

Alastor chuchles softly as he pulls you to straddle his lap, softly running his fingers through your hair. "Oh you poor sweet thing," He listens carefully as you recount your day to him.

"And to top it off, t-that dickless bastard tore my favourite dress" you finish, words getting caught between your sobs.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about that, I'll have it mended in a jiff, instead, worry about what you'll wear Tonight!"

You look up at him curiously, "Tonight?"

"Well of course I'm treating you to a perfect night out, I can't in good conscious let my sweet wife wallow in her sadness all night can I?"

You perk up at this. Your husband is a busy demon, its not often you get him all to yourself. "The whole night?" you say with big eyes.

"You'll have my complete undivided attention all night long my dear!"

You jump up at this, racing to find an outfit all while Alastor happily watches you showing him different dresses, shoes and jewellery.

He makes a mental note to quickly pop out and find the demon that laid his hands on you, Vaggie was so kind as to provide him with a description.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor smut #alastor x reader #Alastor comfort #Alastor fluff #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #lucifer morningstar #hazbin fluff #Hazbin comfort

[idiotcurls]

IMAGINE THIS! Eddie is a musician, Steve is studying to become a teacher. Right before Steve's exams, he goes to a cafe to study. The Band arrives to play a gig and Eddie knocks over a glass of water with his guitar case.

Eddie has a up and coming band, they are playing small gigs all around the country. Even though they gathered up quite a following, they still haven't signed to any major label yet. Because they are not posers or whatever. The fans love Corroded Coffin, for the hard sounds with the clever thoughtful lyrics and also due to the fact that Eddie is a very charismatic frontman, who has the allure of an old timey rock star. Steve is sitting in the café, studying for his exams, writing frantically on his laptop, his glasses on the tip of his nose. Since he had a hard time in high school, he still thinks he is less than in the intellectual departmen, which is of course not true. And he has an amazing hand with the kids he is currently teaching, as student teacher. When Eddie and his band arrive at the venue, loud, all dressed in black leather, some instruments carried on their backs, he doesn't even look up. Steve was used to bands playing in the back of the venue. The café and bar area was only separated by a small glass door, so he was usually gone by the time, they got on the stage. But today the weather wasn't exactly on his side, he wasn't going to walk home in the pouring rain, risking a cold. It was too close to exam season. Eddie's hair was dripping wet, some of the droplets are running into his eyes. While Gareth is asking for someone to show them where to set up their stuff, Eddie ventures into the café area, to steal some napkins off a table. When he turns around to leave again, tapping over his eyes, the swing of his guitarcase knocks over a glass of water on a table behind him. Whos table you ask? Why, of course Steve Harrington's. What a terrible coincidence. Steve jumps up, shouting "FUCK" as he gathers up napkins trying to dry up the spilled water on his keypad. Startled by the cussing behind him, Eddie turns around and immediately recognises the damage he had caused. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, here, I'll get you more napkins, or a towel. Gareth!! Ask the waiter if he has a towel?!" Gareth looks up from his conversation with one of the staff member and just shakes his head in an annoyed fashion. Like Munson was up to some bullshit again and he wasn't going to be part of it.

Eddie is frantically bringing more napkins to the table, furthering Steve's annoyance at him. "Please.. just fucking stop, man." He is wiping his wet hands on his blue jeans looking at the laptop mournfully. "It's already fucking ruined. Shit." Steve sighs and walks around the table, a hand over his mouth, looking at the crime scene, wondering how he could afford another laptop that fast. But that long haired idiot, who knocked over his glass kept on babbling, ignoring the fact that Steve was in the middle of a crisis. "Listen, oh my god, I'm so sorry man. I read, that you shouldn't turn in on for bit after, uh, a spillage. Maybe it will dry? Or maybe we should put some rice on it? Maybe they have rice in the kitchen. Gareth?- My friend Nancy says that is bullshit, but-" "STOP! Please just go away." Steve sounded desprate. Eddie raised his hands in defeat, still holding some Napkins. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm with the band, who plays tonight. You can message us for a refund, or repair.", he says more calmly and walks away. Steve watches the young man walk back to his band members, he assumed, at least. They all wearing the same sort of clothes. "What are you doing with all those Napkins?", Jeff asks bemused. "Just shut up, man." Steve is close to tears. All of his notes and work he already did ahead of time were on the laptop. He did not safe them anywhere else. He grabs his coat and cigarette and leaves the café to have a smoke. If anyone wants to take any of his other stuff, they were free to do so, everything was ruined anyway. He watches the band carry all their amps and instruments in, from a little distance. There was a quick glance exchanged between him and that long haired idiot. He looks like a beaten puppy with those big sad eyes. Shit, now Steve felt like an asshole. Back inside, Steve waited for a while, to turn on his laptop, like the idiot had said. Meanwhile he was texting his best friend Robin the details of the worst evening in his life. She is sympathetic and hopeful, that the gods were in favour of his laptop. And while she didn't think Steve was the villain of the play, he might have been a bit harsh. They guy with the curls didn't do it on purpose, to ruin his life. After a while Steve breaths in deeply and exhales. He presses the on button. The laptops starts. He types in his password. Loading. All of his open tabs and word documents appear. The laptop was alive. He tries to write some words and all the keys work. A sigh of relieve. The gods had mercy on his computer in the end. After thanking the universe, Steve's eyes wander to the other side of the café. Behind the glass door, the band is setting up and starting to do some sound checking with the technician.

The idiot is holding his guitar, strumming a few chords and signing the thumbs up to the tech girl, who nods, looking bored. Now he is singing along to his chords, his eyes closed, like he is feeling the music or something. Steve finds, the idiot has a very beautiful voice. And a handsome face. He sighs. With that new information the apology is going to become even harder. When the band is done soundchecking and Eddie climbs off the stage, bickering and laughing with his band mates, Steve decides to go for it. "You can do this, dingus." pops up on his phone, before he puts it back into his pocket.

When Steve walks up to Eddie, the others are still rumaging around. Before Steve can open his mouth to say a single word, Eddie raises his hand. "Let me stop you there. I talked to the guys. We have a door-deal with the venue. Depending on how much money we make, you can have some of the money to pay for the repair." Eddie chuckles. "Now we just have to pray some people show up." Steve raises his left eyebrow, listening to him. "It's not like theres no people coming to our gigs, it's just that it's raining, and it's a weekday, people are at work..." Eddie is rambling again.

"Hey, can I say something too?" Steve chimes in, stern but not unkind. "Uh, sure." Eddie answers. "My laptop is fine. Everything works. I wanted to apologize for being a dick." Steve takes down his glasses and puts them on the top of his head. "I was just very stressed. You didn't do it on purpose." Eddie looks down and smiles. He seems shy.

"I'm a bit clumsy.... yeah." Steve finds it almost funny, that a guy like him, who just confidently sang on a stage, becomes shy like that. "Well, don't worry about it. I just thought... It's fine." Eddie looks up at him. "Why dont you stay for the set? Be our guest?" Steve does not answer. "I'll put you on my bar-tab. Stay and listen. Here- have a tape." Steve looks at the tape he got handed. "I don't have anything to play this on..." "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Get a drink. We start in 20 minutes." Everything in Steve says, it's better to go home. Sleep and study. But he does stay for the set, to see the charaismatic idiot in action.

and then they fall in love or something.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfiction #stranger things #rockstar eddie #student steve #meet cute in a bar #eddie is clumsy #steve is annoyed

[skyloftian-nutcase]

To become an EMT was fairly intense training. The class only lasted a semester, but it was eight hours of class per week with nearly two thousand page textbooks, hours upon hours of clinicals, and the overarching dread that people would be relying on you for life and death situations when you passed.

To become a paramedic was even harder. A two year program heavy in pharmacology and cardiac rhythm interpretation, with so many new skills piled on that it was overwhelming most of the time.

To Hyrule it was all an adventure and an honor, though, one he readily accepted.

He hadn't been expecting to use such esteemed training to be combing a cow pasture in the middle of the night, though.

"This is your fault, by the way," Aurora grumbled. "I'm never holding over for a shift with you again."

"How is this my fault?" Hyrule questioned before yelping and jumping out of the way of what could have been a disastrous footstep into a pile of unsavoriness.

"Yesterday was a calm shift," Aurora pointed out as she also jumped around some cow chips. "Eleven calls in twenty-four hours. Nobody was dying and nobody was obnoxious. Today, we ran twenty-one calls, of which two were codes, one was a drunk person cussing everyone out except for the one person he thought was an angel, a person who was convinced their banana was possessed, and this."

"Somebody drove off the road and crashed through a wooden fence into the pasture and it's my fault?" Hyrule parsed out, jumping slightly when he walked unwittingly into a wet nose. The cow stared at him unblinkingly, munching aimlessly on whatever she'd grazed. "Excuse me," he huffed, ducking around her.

"The patient has to be long gone," Aurora sighed. "I'm willing to bet they were drunk and ran as soon as this happened. They wouldn't want a run-in with PD."

"Nobody wants a run-in with Impa," Hyrule snickered.

Despite tearing through a wooden fence, the car actually hadn't sustained too much. It was likely as Aurora suspected, though - a drunk driver who was uninjured enough to recognize Impa would chew them out and arrest them, and therefore opted for fleeing the scene.

"At least the cows weren't hurt," Aurora muttered, watching one stare at her. "We're definitely attracting a crowd, though."

As his partner chuckled, Hyrule noticed that they had, in fact, attracted quite the crowd. It seemed like the entire herd had gathered at this point, all staring pointedly at the paramedics while the police continued to sweep the area.

"Uh... hi," Hyrule waved awkwardly, and Aurora burst out laughing.

Turning, Hyrule watched his step carefully, avoiding both holes and manure, before he rammed unceremoniously into something, gasping and falling backwards into his partner.

"Rulie!" Aurora yelped as she caught him. "Are you okay?"

Hyrule grumbled, regaining his balance, his heart racing from embarrassment, and then he stared at what he'd crashed into.

The fence. He'd just... walked head first into the broken fence.

Hyrule snorted. Then he fell into hysterics, his gut aching from laughing so hard. Aurora stared at him a moment and then joined in.

"Keep this up and you'll be the patient," Aurora snorted, gasping for air. She turned to Impa. "Impa, I'm taking my partner home before he kills himself!"

Their serious friend shot them a look, taking in the sight of Hyrule, who was now sporting a small cut on his forehead from the splintered wood, though it clearly wasn't bothering him as he was wheezing and bent over.

"I don't even want to know," she sighed heavily. "The driver's long since fled the scene. You two can go in service."

Hyrule let Aurora guide him as both stumbled on to the road, still laughing loudly.

Two years of training for life-and-death emergencies only for Hyrule to create his own emergencies while aimlessly wandering a cow pasture. He supposed his instructors had been right when they'd mentioned one couldn't make up half the stuff they dealt with at work.

#writing #lu in healthcare #just some silliness #when I tell you I was dying of laughter when this happened to me XD #this was within twenty-four hours of a plate shattering in my hands and cutting me so badly I could barely most my hand too #my partner was convinced I was gonna kill myself by accident that night XD #anyway Hyrule and Aurora deserve to have fun together #Aurora's a lot feistier than her sweet partner #girl stood her ground against her own family in canon so she has to be stubborn at least #I choose to make her spicy #lu hyrule #lu aurora #the votes were tied so I picked this scenario over Time finding out

[gerryrigged]

For the wip ask game, could you say more about the DickTim reverse robin AU? 👀

Ahhh, I love that one, but it has several backstory/set-up arcs before the romance can even kick off hghkkldjfs THE STRUGGLES

OKAY SO. This is a story about a young Dick being in love with a years-older Tim from childhood, reversing their usual ship dynamic. Most of what I have so far is concerning their backstories, when Dick is still quite young (5-10-ish), so it's more of a puppy love at that point, while Tim sees him as a child.

Overview of the first arc below the cut.

First off, 12-year-old Tim is newly training to be Shrike (the hero identity Damian Wayne abandoned (or Batman took away from him; opinions differ) after he and Bruce had a serious falling out). As part of that training, he's sent to learn from various experts in physical and crime-fighting arts, much as Bruce did when he first left Gotham, or as Tim was meant to on his first Paris trip in canon.

So Tim ends up training in acrobatics for a month with the famous Flying Graysons, whom he has long admired - along with their 5-year-old wunderkind son, Dickie. Who absolutely adores Tim, following him around everywhere, showing off his own (legitimately incredible) skills, sweetly promising to 'teach Timmy everything he knows' and insisting on flying with Tim on the trapeze at every opportunity. Tim fully dotes on him, and Dick just blooms like a little flower whenever he has the older boy's attention.

When Tim isn't training (or catering to Dick's adorably bossy whims), he's often taking pictures with the beloved camera he couldn't bring himself to leave at home. And the circus provides such a vivid panorama to capture - something new every moment!

Once, however, he unknowingly photographs something dangerous, and when someone is sent to steal the evidence (ie Tim's camera), Dickie walks in on the attempted theft. He starts to shout, but is immediately grabbed and a hand clamped over his mouth. Dickie struggles harder, kicking and screaming even with his mouth closed, so the man shushing him grips even tighter, his big hand covering the whole of Dickie's tiny mouth and nose.

Dickie soon starts to suffocate.

Until Tim bursts in, fast and furious. Dick, still thrashing weakly but fading fast, sees Tim run up and do a flying kick to take down the other thug on the scene. He hears Tim yell out for him, just as his eyes roll up and he loses consciousness.

Tim ends up having to perform CPR - luckily, learning first aid, including forms of CPR for all ages, was one of the first things Bruce set him to learning.

Dickie wakes up with Tim breathing life into him, while John and Mary also kneel close by, frantic, with various circus folk pacing on phones to 9-1-1 or kicking the tied-up thugs in the background.

Dickie stares up at Tim, the fuzzy white static of oxygen deprivation painting a halo all around him in Dickie's vision. His knight in shining armor!!! His HERO!!!!!!

(Meanwhile, Tim is trying not to break down crying or hug Dickie so tight in relief that he has trouble breathing again.)

The Graysons REALLY adopt Tim after that. The whole circus does.

("I'm gonna marry Timmy!" Dickie insists after they get home from the hospital. He's suckered Tim onto his bed with him with tearful eyes (Tim really didn't need much prodding to come and cuddle him immediately) and is glommed onto Tim's waist, clinging. "Just you watch." Mary teases (somewhat emotionally) that Tim already stole Dickie's first kiss, so of course he has to make an honest boy of him. Then Tim can be a Grayson 'officially' - hurray, she's so happy!)

(Tim can't stop smiling, so he hides it by pressing his lips to Dickie's hair.)

Tim keeps in contact with Mary, John, and especially Dick after he has to leave. Video calls, texts, postcards, the works. And he makes time to fly out whenever Haly's is traveling the eastern seaboard - to visit, cheer on their performances, spend time playing around with Dickie all over the circus and on the trapeze.

He's family.

("He's my fiance," Dickie corrects. "I thought you said he was your older brother?" one of the clowns asks, tapping his nose teasingly. "Same thing," Dickie sniffs, batting him away.)

So of course 8-year-old Dick notices immediately when Tim stops returning his texts. And his emails. And answering his phone - until his voicemail fills all the way up from Dickie's frantic calls.

It takes them a while to track down Tim's obituary, and the write-up of his funeral, in the Gotham Gazette. Tim had been so private about the people in his life away from the circus, so they hadn't had anyone else to call and ask, and limited resources to put into the search from their tour on the other side of the continent.

When they find out, Dick sinks to the floor and curls into a ball, a silent little pillbug of lost, confused grief. Mary scoops him up and wraps herself around him, and John wraps himself around Mary. They rock, and they soak each other's skin with tears, until Dick's heart cracks open and a thin, wavering wail pours out. It never seems to stop.

He doesn't smile or speak for weeks.

#dicktim #asks #gerryrigged #gerry words #dc #dick will eventually end up with the waynes #and tim will eventually reappear like a knife sliding into gotham's meaty heart #and EVENTUALLY their romance can start once dick is not a literal child hghkldjfks

[anjuschiffer]

Repairing a Broken Hero (if you can even call me that...)

I'm not dead!

But I should really be working on wrapping up lose ends with my fics

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Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @fairlyfatale @battybatbat @angie500

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Chapter 2

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“Offline?” Blue Beetle whispered as he kept staring at the projector in the common room, the map of Gotham looking back emptily towards him. Where was she?

Where was the other Beetle? She was finally warming up to him, where did she go?

“There’s no way.” Garfield whispered, wondering how he was supposed to tell Virgil the news.

“What do you mean she’s-“ Cass stopped herself from talking, not wanting the second part of her sentence to end up true. There’s no way Red Beetle -no, Ladybug. There’s no way a Ladybug was defeated by a Gotham villain!

As OFFLINE continued to blare at their faces, only one member got up to figure out what went wrong with Red Beetle’s mission. While he let the other members panic, he solely made his way to where he last saw his mentor.

He watched as a red blur zoomed out the conference room.

“B, what’s going on?” Robin quickly asked as he watched Batman walk out of the same conference room the red blur emerged from. “The others are speculating and there’s-“

“We lost contact with Red Beetle. But that’s all we know so far. As for her being alive or not-“

“B!”

“We have yet to know that for sure. After all,” Batman took out a device and showed Robin, a dull colored ladybug appearing on the screen. “Her vitals are still running. We may not know her location, but we know she’s still-“

“It’s gone.” Robin unintentionally announced, only realizing his mistake when his team members ran up to the duo. 

“What’s gone?”

“She had a second tracker?”

“How the fu-“

“What is going on?” Black Canary interrupted, wondering what the hell Batman was doing that caused a group of teens to huddle around him. “Why-“

“Red Beetle has gone MIA.” Jaime softly answered, continuing to stare at the projector. He slowly turned to Canary, mushed tears pooling in his eyes. ¿Dónde está? ¿Dónde está Mari?”

Robin stiffened at that name, stopping himself from looking at his mentor. 

How did Jaime know that? How did he know RB’s identity?

“B, what are we-“

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bruce knew that he was wasting time by just standing there, the teenagers around him voicing their concerns clawing at his guilt even more.

“I’ve already have Flash investigating the scene,” Batman’s voice boomed, causing everyone to settle down. “But we still need more eyes to search-”

“We’ll do it!” Jaime volunteered, the others nodding their heads in agreement. “We can help-”

“No.” Dinah shut down, glaring at Bruce. “You’re all not in the mindset to be helping with the search.”

“But-”

“Robin will keep you posted.” Batman spoke, said teen looking at Bruce with wide eyes. “Any updates we get on Red Beetle will be relayed to him and he in turn will relay it to you all. For now, all of you need to remain here.” 

As Bruce walked towards the zeta tubes, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around, only to find Tim standing in front of him, looking at him with worried eyes.

“B…I can do more than just relay information. I can help search.”

“Robin. We need more than just eyes to search for her. More specifically, we need someone who rivals my network of information who also happens to know Gotham like the back of his hands.” Tim didn’t like this news one bit.

“You can’t seriously be talking about Red Hood, are you?” When Bruce didn’t answer him and only turned around to continue walking, Tim could only feel his gut twist. “B, you guys left on bad terms the last time you spoke to each other,” he reminded him. “I don’t think-“

“I have to try.” Was all Bruce said as he plugged in his coordinates.

“Recognized: Batman 02.”

With that, Bruce let the group of teens behind with a single thought in their minds:

Will they actually see Red Beetle again? Or was she actually dead?

---

Red Beetle woke up with a fright, quickly bringing back up her transformation and almost decking Mr.Freeze when he was about to push her back down into bed. She retracted her fist when she saw his shocked face.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

“You need to rest.” He said as he leaned her back down. 

“I’m fine now.”

“You weren’t a few minutes ago.” She watched as Mr.Freeze went to check on her vitals via the machine next to her bed. “Have you ever had your body temperature drop below 97 degrees before?”

“97…degrees? You meant that in Fahrenheit, right?”

“In other words, 36 degrees Celsius.” 

“Ah…no…or rather, not that I remember it going below that…” She watched as he hummed, watching him scribble something down before looking back at the monitor. “Did I go below that?”

“You did. Your body temperature went to almost 26.11 degrees for ten minutes before it started to escalate back up.” Red Beetle felt her heart stop. “Had your temperature gone past that or had I not treated you quickly to bring back up your temperatures …I don’t think you would be here right now.”

A silence fell over them, a silence that slowly began to thicken too much for her. Especially after finding out she could’ve been dead… 

“So,” Red Beetle decided to speak up. “Am I in your lab?”

“More like a hideout of you would please. If you consider a giant cooler to be any type of proper housing.”

“Abandoned ice cream factory?” Guessing from his expression, she was right. “It’s one of the few places in Gotham where you could find a cooler big enough to act as a one floor home, er, lair… lab thing.”

Red Beetle hated the silence that began to return. “So…how exactly did I…what exactly happened?”

“Have you always been prone to getting cold?”

“Um, no…I mean, as of late, yes. But not before…I guess I have been getting more prone to the cold for the past year…”

“So never when you were a child or two years ago?”

“No.”

“I see…” Mr.Freeze adjusted the bed to let her sit up, handing her over a small bowl of soup. She accepted it, but didn’t eat it just yet. “I’m guessing this only started recently and probably having to deal with your powers then. Your magic, I’m assuming.”

“That…that would make sense.” Red Beetle murmured to herself.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You see, my magic was given to me from what some people would call a goddess. She blessed me with powers attuned to my creativity but themed me with the features of a ladybug, hence the red and black theme of my suit. However, the more attune I become with my powers, the more attributes I share with that of an actual ladybug. Of oof said features is being weak to the cold.”

“Interesting.” Mr.Freeze stated, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw her lifting a spoonful of the soup to her mouth. 

“So, what are we going to do now?”

“What do you mean by that?” Red Beetle gulped down the rest of the soup, gently placing it on the thick layers of blankets covering her. 

“I meant…well, considering that I failed my mission and that you’re taking care of me even after I basically was trying to kill you…” Red Beetle huffed. “I can’t go back to the Justice League, now can I? I boasted about being able to take down any villain thrown my way and yet here I am, having a bowl of soup with him.” Red Beetle motioned to the bowl before sinking into the pillow that was propping her up. She then sighed. “What a failure… and seeing as I’m not a person worthy to become a part of their team, I have no choice but to go back into working solo.”

“Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” When Red Beetle glared at him, it took a while for him to remember she did in fact not have a place to go back.

“It’s not any different from what I’ve been doing, but seems like I have to go back into-”

“Guess that makes two of us.” Mr.Freeze gave out a chuckle upon seeing her bewildered face. “Beetle-”

“Marinette.” Red Beetle corrected. “My name is Marinette.” Marinette repeated, dropping her transformation.

“Well, Marinette. Seems like the two of us would have to go into hiding.”

“Why you?” 

“I managed to take you off their grid after bringing you to my hideout.” He showed her a picture of a tracking device no bigger than an ant. “The minute I disabled this, it pronounced you MIA, but seeing as the Justice League will be searching for your body, only to find nothing, I will be their first suspect. 

And seeing as I can’t afford to leave you alone in your condition, I have no choice but to remain out of their sight.”

“I appreciate your concern but thanks. I’ve been working solo for two years, what’s another two or more?” Marinette hated the look on Dr.Freeze’s face. “Look, I’m not a chi-”

“Victor.” Victor cut her off. “My name’s Victor Fries as I’m sure you quite well know as it was more than likely included in my file that the Justice League gave you before your…mission.”

“Well, Victor. I’m not a child and can fend for myself.” Marinette got up from her bed, or at least attempted to as the moment her foot touched the floor, she could barely stand. Victor ended up having to catch her before she met the floor. 

“Well, it seems like you're not fit to be on your own at this moment.”  

“I guess,” Marinette winced as she was helped back into the bed. “I’m staying here until I recover.” Marinette then grinned. “And if that’s the case, I’d like a full tour of your place!”

---

Bruce knew better than to try and waltz in, but he also knew that there was no other way for Jason to hear him out unless he came here through the front doors. 

The minute Bruce, or rather Matches Malone, entered the bar Red Hood occasionally visited and was known as his “main base”, there was already a bouncer ready to attack him.

The brawl didn’t last long, Malone having knocked the last bouncer down when another figure appeared, quickly bringing up Red Hood and how he wanted to speak to him.

He was guided into a room and then taken down a hidden staircase where a bodyguard guided him to another floor filled with gambling tables and pools. 

Passing the drunken men and pickpocketing strippers, Malone was shoved into the last room where a figure from the shadows approached the lone desk sitting across the room.  

“I thought I said I didn’t want to see your face around here, Malone.” Red Hood growled, sitting down.

“I need your help.” 

Silence filled the room before Hood bursted out into laughter, his laughter booming even through his helmet. 

“You? You need help?” Hood’s laughter roared even more. “Whatever happened to the oh so great detect-“

“One of the members we were in the process of testing went missing.” 

“And how is this my problem?” Red Hood scowled. “Whatever happened to using your precautions to ensure that your pawns are kept in-

“She went missing while fighting Mr.Freeze. One minute she was online and the next she was gone. A few minutes later, her tracker proclaimed her dead.”

“Did someone go to check her last known location?”

“They’re on-”

“Then you can leave.” Red Hood leaned back into his chair. “Stop wasting our time and wait for the report and-”

“They’re not going to find anything there and that’s why I need your help. The tracker proclaimed her dead and yet the way it went out indicated someone managed to-”

“You don’t need me, Malone.” Hood sternly said. “You have the tools to search for her, you have the people to help you find this new recruit. You don’t need some lowly crime boss to send his people to find one of yours.

From the looks of it, the only reason you would ever need my help is because you want to cover something up…am I wrong?”

“I made sure that this mission was one that she could handle and prove herself.” Malone defended himself. “ I analyzed all the possibilities and possible obstacles that may arise and gave her a mission in which guarantees her with outcomes where she had the least amount of  injur-”

“Why the fuck would you do that to her? If you were so worried about her, then why did you send her out? Why did you make her into one of your damned soldiers then?” Hood slammed his hands on his desk. “You should’ve-”

“She needed something to wake her up from her trance…to-”

“By making her take down one of the many problems of Gotham? Some newbie who doesn’t know the first thing about-”

A large slam rang throughout the room as Bruce placed a folder on his desk, bewildering Jason because…

That was the slimmest folder Jason had ever seen on a person’s background check that Bruce himself conducted. 

Jason carefully picked it up, opening the folder to only find student records of- 

“How old is she?” Jason whispered, staring at the photo clipped onto the file. She looked no older than 16 and yet, the daunting look in her eyes  that stared back at him soullessly made a shudder  run down his spine. 

“She just turned 19.”

Jason flipped between the five pages of academic reports and a few notes regarding her lifestyle.

How she graduated the top of her class, her endless wins at fashion competitions, her volunteer work and her small resume of odd jobs she did for a while before her parents’ death. 

Unfortunately, after her parents’ death, so did her life. She withdrew her application from multiple universities and sold off the bakery her parents once proudly owned. She canceled the renting of the place she lived at and from there on, her life seemed to have stopped.

Nothing else was found about her, her classmates not knowing about her whereabouts either.

She just…stopped existing. “She reminded me of you after you found out about your mother…” Bruce admitted, “She reminded me of Dick after he lost his parents…

Lost, confused, searching for answers…

As it turned out, I wasn’t far from that.

Reaching out to be part of the Justice League was an excuse she made to ask us for help in finding her lost partner. 

Or rather, an old classmate of hers. 

She hadn’t been able to contact him in a while since his father’s death and was very worried about him. She tried calling his aunt in London but she didn’t get anything regarding the boy. So she started to search for any clues of her whereabouts through her own means…

But I wasn’t going to let her search for him in the form of invading other people’s privacy nor through sacrificing her sanity.

So I gave her a mission to help her clean her thoughts out and figure out how she was going to search for her friend… I didn’t think she would-”

“I need you to leave.” Jason spoke, sliding the folder back to Bruce. “Now.” It only took a small instance for Bruce to see what was going on. 

“Keep the folder.” Bruce softly said. “’ll keep searching for the girl. I’ll let you know if I find her.”

Bruce looked at Jason one last time, wondering what expression he had under his helmet. But he didn’t need to see it to have a rough idea of what it looked like. Instead, he simply turned around and left. 

Jason listened as Bruce’s steps grew quieter, listening as the door to his office shut closed. 

Jason stared at the file under his hand, crumbling it before throwing it off his desk.

Jason slumped back into his chair, slowly taking off his helmet as he was finding it too awfully stuffy, peeling off his domino mask that was starting to become uncomfortable, which finally let his unshed tears spill over.

He used the palm of his hand to wipe them off, irritating his cheekbones with the amount of tears he was crying out.

Why was he trying so hard to find the girl?

Why was he so damned worried about her so much?

Why didn’t he just accept her possible death?

Why did he still think she was alive?

Why?

“Why didn’t you do this for me, Pops?”

---

Marinette reprimanded herself when she realized she was about to touch yet another thing Victor told her to not touch…but could you blame her?

With every step they took, Marinette became enthralled by the tubes and pipes that twirled around the lab, the machinery that would occasionally tick or beep as they walked around.

Victor took the time to answer all her questions, let her pick up finished weaponry and even allowed her to input some ideas of her own to improve them, something she didn’t know she missed doing.

But all of that curiosity stopped the minute Victor took her to his most precious creation.

She felt her body shake violently as Victor opened up the door to the room that held said creation, Marinette hearing her heart in her ears and the world around her becoming silent.

She could barely hear Victor call her name out as she took wobbling steps towards it, hearing shaky breathes come out of her.

Why…

Why did he have this?

Why was this here?

“Mom?”

Adrien’s voice rang in her head as she stood mere centimeters away from the stasis chamber in front of her, Marinette finally coming to her senses when she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

She quickly grabbed it, pulling it downwards and slamming Victor onto the floor, digging her knee onto his back, and holding a knife against his neck that she had hidden on her person.

“Victor, why the hell do you have this in your possession?” 

“Mari-”

“Tell me!” Marinette demanded, pressing the knife further into his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way it shaked in her hand.

“Because I made it. I’m the one who made the world’s first ever cryogenic freezing chamber.”

But, I must confess one thing.

I’m not the only one in the world with this device. There it yet one other individual who also had this commiss-”

“Who was it?” Marinette practically screamed, Victor wondering what triggered the girl to cause her to behave this way. “Who asked you-”

“Agreste. Gabriel Agreste. He’s the person who commissioned one for him many years ago.”

NEXT

#maribat #maribat post hawkmoth

[aotdump]

Hopelessly Devoted

18+ Minors DNI

Various Characters---but if I'm being completely honest I’m def writing this picturing Zeke Yeager.

THIS IS NOT EDITED, SO THERE ARE PLENTY OF MISTAKES AND IT’S MY FIRST REAL WRITING PIECE PLZ BE KIND

---

When he looks back on his day with you, he was really surprised on how it turned out. Completely spontaneous, a day created out of boredom. It’s funny really, how today ended up to be a day that he will never forget. 

---

It started like any other Saturday. He wakes up just a few minutes earlier than you, though it's enough time to give him to admire your sleeping form and indulge in the quiet warmth that fills your shared bedroom. 

He pulls you closer to his bare chest with the arm that has gone just a bit numb from where you laid your head all night. He’s not complaining, he never would. Not when it’s you. 

Gentle kisses being placed on your shoulder stir you awake, his welcoming scent fills your nose, you smile. A scent that will always make you feel safe and at ease. Before you even open your eyes, you lift your arm just enough to cup his cheek and make your way up to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Good morning, angel.” He whispers, so gentle that goosebumps form on your skin.

---

From there the morning went as it usually does. You guys lay in bed for another fifteen, twenty minutes, wrapped in each others limbs and discussing any dreams you guys may have had.

You get up and get the shower going while he starts the pot of coffee. He grabs the towels, and you put toothpaste on his toothbrush. A daily routine that has occurred for so long that the air that surrounds you is sweet and domestic, he’s noticed.

While the water warms, he stands behind you in the mirror, tall figure towering over your own. You two brush your teeth and lock eyes in the mirror too many times to count because not having the glimpse of each other for just a few seconds feels like an eternity. It’s comedic really. He notices the frothy white grin you make when you catch him, he always does.

The shower is at a perfect temperature by the time you two step inside. He always lets you step under the water first, wanting you to enjoy the automatic relief it gives your muscles.

“How do you feel?” 

“Still a little sore, but it’s nothing too serious.” You reply sweetly. Your voice like honey.

He kisses your forehead, switching your positions. He notices the dark marks that adorned your neck, collar bones and breasts. Flashbacks of last night flood his brain. Your rising chest, labored breaths, and wanton moans--like scenes in a movie that he never wants to stop watching.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be more gentle next time. I didn't mean to get so carried away last night.” He grins.

The giggle that leaves your mouth makes him fall in love all over again. “I wasn’t complaining, love.” The smile you two share is one that is familiar and full of adoration.

He bends down to give you a kiss, “Wash my hair for me?”

“Anything for you.”

---

By the time noon comes rolling around, you guys are completely bored. It’s been around an hour and a half of just cuddling and surfing the tv for a show to watch.

He’s playing with your hair when he says, “Love, I’m bored.”

“Me too, there’s nothing to watch.”

“We should go out today, how does a day date sound?”

You rise in excitement, squishing his cheeks until his lips pucker. You place a fat kiss on his lips. “That sounds fantastic.”

When you walk away, he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. It’s always been an issue, though you don’t seem to mind. He loves you, he loves looking at you. He never wants to miss a thing about you, wants to memorize every part of you that he may have never noticed before. He finds something new to love about you everyday, today, it was the way your eyes glossed in excitement. 

--- 

By the time you stepped out of the restroom, he was already done getting ready--thirty minutes earlier. But he didn't mind waiting, not when it comes to you. Easy conversation had filled the silence while he was sprawled on the bed while you were doing your makeup. 

The sound of the light switch filled his ears, “Okay, I’m ready.”

When you stepped out, he sat up and his breath was caught in his throat. Adorned in a white sundress, that fit your frame so well, it made his heart clench and his jeans uncomfortable. He notices the different items of gold jewelry he has gifted you over the five years you have spent together. Everything about you was angelic. You took his breath away.

“My beautiful girl,” he says while grabbing the left side of his chest and dramatically sighing and throwing himself on his back. “God, be still my heart.”

You laugh and walk in-between his legs, grabbing at his arms and lifting him up. “You’re so stupid.”

He lays his hand on your sides and looks up at you into your eyes, “I’m serious baby. You look stunning. I am so lucky.”

Your soft lips meet his, leaving a slight sheen on them. You move to his neck and inhale, the intoxicating smell of his cologne fills your nose and you place another soft kiss there. “Not as lucky as me.”

---

The day is spent doing all the things you guys have talked about doing, but never really had the time for it. 

He takes you to the quaint little restaurant that he recalled you wanting to go to for the past few months. Hand in hand you walk in and sit down. You sit across from him, reaching across the table and grabbing his hands while your foot rubs up and down his leg. A small effort of affection on your part that makes him feel warm inside. But, he has to admit. He hates not sitting next to you, but he hates not seeing your face even more. So, he’s alright with it for the mean time. Besides, his heights gives him the perfect view of your cleavage down your dress. You notice, of course, it’s not like he’s hiding it. 

You laugh and kick his leg gently, chuckling out a small, “Perv,” without even looking up from the menu.

He laughs with you, “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”

You squeeze his hand three times, he loves this restaurant now.

---

“That was delicious! Thank you!” You stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, arm in arm. “What’s next?”

“Hmmm. Let’s go to the cherry blossom park, then after that new museum. How does that sound?”

“Sounds fantastic. I love you.”

He responds smoothly, “Not as much as I love you.”

You pinch his side, he loves that too.

---

He can't seem to stop taking pictures of you. Your being just far too beautiful to not capture. 

Tucked in a private corner of the park, laying on a blanket he had packed just in case, you look like a goddess. The early evening summer sun starting to go down casts a golden glow on you. It highlights the curves of your body, dress fitting so snug that he finds himself staring...again. You get up, soaking the sun up as much as you can before the season ends and the air turns frigid. With the way you’re sitting, hands behind your back, knees slightly raised, it makes the hem of your dress rise. Your thighs look soft, he wants to touch them, wants to taste them. He settles with playing with your hair, letting the soft strands fall between his fingers. 

He feels the four words dancing on his tongue, dying to escape his mouth. He fights it though, it’s not the right moment he decides.

The cherry blossoms are beautiful, but they don’t compare to you. Nothing will, he believes. Petals fall and get carried by the soft, warm breeze. They surround you guys entirely. It feels magical. Well, almost. He sneezes and your head quickly turns and eyebrows furrow. “Are your allergies acting up baby? Do you want to leave?”

He sneezes again. You think he’s so cute. “No baby, I’m fine. I know you love it here, we can stay a little while.”

“Nonsense. Let’s go.” You stand up and dust yourself off, offering a hand to your lover. He grabs it.

But, he takes his opportunity while still on the ground to flip your dress up to sneak a peak of the cute underwear you're wearing. 

You break out into a blush and laughter, you drop his hand leaving him to fall back onto the blanket. He joins in with your joy, a hearty laugh harmonizing with yours.

“Naughty boy! Help yourself up.” You joke.

“Clown underwear huh? How sexy.”

You laughter gets louder, he sneezes, “That’s what you get!” You reach out again and help him stand up.

“Let’s get out of here.” He folds the blanket and you take his hand, kissing it as if you were a gentleman in an old move.

The smiles on your faces are wide and true. He sneezes. You laugh. Cherry blossom petals blow, he sneezes again. He’s hates allergies, but he loves you. You love the cherry blossom park, so he does too. 

---

By the times you guys make it to the museum the sun has gone down and deep purples and blues fill the sky. 

The inside is extravagant, beautifully lit and incredibly romantic. 

“I’m so glad we finally made it here, you’ve been wanting to visit for so long.” You say and look up at him.

“I know, me too. There’s so much to see, we might be here for a while if that’s okay with you.” He’s giddy and excited, he’s doesn't feel the need to hide it. You're you and he’s him, there’s no side of him that he won’t show you.

“Baby, I don’t care if we’re here for years, as long as I'm with you I’m okay.” You reply as if he should’ve known. He does, but he likes hearing you say it.

“God, I’m so in love with you. Let’s go.”

Hours pass and people come and go around you guys. He loves it here you notice. You make a mental reminder to check up on the website for new exhibits to take him to. 

While reading the plaque next a painting, he's underneath a light that casts down a glow on him that makes him look holy. He looks peaceful and sacred. Butterflies fill your stomach and the need to get closer to him comes over you in a powerful wave.

Grabbing his arm, you pull him close, resting your head on his bicep. He notices you snake you hand under the hem of his shirt and rub his stomach softly. 

He knows you too well, all of your tells are seared into his brain. He notices the way you shift on your feet and gently squeeze your thighs together. What seals it all is the gentle, lingering kisses you’re leaving on his arm.

He quickly tugs your arm and leads you to a dimly lit hallway and pulls you into a deep and heated kiss that travels from your lips to your neck. 

Your breathing becomes labored, and a quiet moan slips from your mouth.

“You need me, don't you baby?” He whispers.

“Yes, please, yes.”  

He takes that and runs with it, “Let’s go home. As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I’ve been dying to take it off of you all fucking day.”

“But the exhibits.” You try to reason, even though you know what you really want.

At this point he’s been half hard all day, wanting to touch and ravage you from the second you stepped foot out of the bathroom. The exhibits are not his priority right now, you are. You always are. 

He leads your hand down to the front of his pants, you bite your lip and press your palm into it. 

He groans softly, and slowly slides his hand up your thigh and into your panties. He rubs your folds and dips in quickly. Wet, so so wet. You watch him bring his fingers to his lips and suck, groaning again at your taste.

“I need you so bad baby, I know you need me too. We’ll come back another time, but right now I just need to get you home.”

Yeah, he likes seeing the new exhibits at the museum, but he loves seeing you naked even more. You are the most beautiful, priceless piece of art he’s ever laid his eyes on.

---

When you guys reach the door to your home, he’s already unzipping your dress while you unbuckle his pants. Pushing you into the entry while shutting the door with his foot, he kisses you so passionately you forget how to breathe. 

His lips are soft and fit yours like a puzzle. You guys stumble down the hallway and into the bedroom. He lifts you up and on the bed, encasing you under his arms.

You grab his face and bring his lips to yours once more, the feeling of his tongue, the taste of him, makes you need more.

He rubs on your clit and you moan into his mouth, he smiles. He really, really loves that sound. 

You strip each other of your clothes, chest to chest. He rises and looks down on your blissed out form. Eyes hazy and blown out with lust. Picture perfect, he thinks. 

“God you are so gorgeous.”

You reach and stroke him and his head rolls back with a groan. “I think it’s you who is the gorgeous one.”

He blushes, he loves you. 

He takes his place between your thighs, inhaling your scent, taking a languid lick. “I’ve been waiting for this all day, you taste so, so good.”

He keeps up his actions and your fingers run through his hair while his pump into you while his tongue brings you to bliss.

Your moans fill his ears, he’s in heaven he thinks.

By the time you cum, he needs you more than ever. He finds his way up to kiss you, after his worships your sensitive nipples. He tastes like you. Your knees find their way pressed against your chest and he slowly rubs the tip of his painfully hard cock along your clit, right before he sinks into you slowly. 

You finally feel whole, he completes you. You love this feeling. 

---

When he cums, he cums inside. You wouldn't have it any other way. He loves watching it spill out of you, just for him to finger it back inside of your sensitive hole. What's left on his fingers, he sucks it off. He knows what’s coming, but it never fails to excite him. 

You reach up to his face and bring him close, opening your mouth. He slowly spits, letting the mixture of the both of your orgasms fall on your tongue. Your eyes roll back and fall close.

“Don’t swallow it yet.” He likes seeing the white substances on your tongue. He’s quick when he dives down to kiss you, tongues savoring the taste. 

It’s both of your favorite flavors.

---

You’re both cleaned up and tired. You’re occupied by the movie on the bedroom tv. The smell of your sex still fills the room, you smell like him and him you. You smell like each other, he loves it. He prefers for you to smell like him all the time. And god does he love when your scent lingers on him.

When he looks down on you, tucked into his side, he becomes overwhelmed. Completely devoured by the love and adoration he feels for you. The four words crawl back up his throat again, so he clears them out. 

He wants it to be perfect, but he can’t fight this feeling in his chest and the voice in his head that is telling him that the perfect time is now. That today is the day. It makes him want to cry and he feels it too. He’s anxious and he’s nervous, but not scared. Nor does he doubt this feeling, and would rather die before he gets the chance to second guess it. Because he knows, it’s you. It will always be you. 

Now is the time and his body acts on its own. Trusting completely in his heart, he moves.

“Baby,” he whispers, “Close your eyes for me, I have a surprise.”

You giggle and sit up with him and shut your eyes.

“No peaking okay love?”

“Okay.” 

He moves and goes into the closet on the tallest shelf where he knows you can’t reach and grabs the small velvet box that he’s had for three years. 

When he walks back out, your eyes are still closed and the both of you are still completely naked. Heads of hair disheveled. It’s funny, he thinks, having it play out this way. But, he wouldn't have it any other way either. 

“Don’t open them yet.”

“I promise they will stay closed.”

“Angel, sometimes when I look at you I get so overwhelmed. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with all of it, so much that it terrifies me sometimes. I never would have thought to find the type of love that consumes you, let alone find love at all. But I did, and I found it with you. I knew that from the moment I met you, there wouldn't be a moment without you thereafter. All the love I thought I wasn’t capable of was being saved for you and words will never come close to explaining the gratitude I feel for you for accepting it. For accepting me.”

Your heart is racing a mile a minute and so is his, his eyes become glossy with tears, not afraid for you to see them. When he gets on one knee it feels like everything goes still.

“So, please baby,” A hand rubs your knee, as if a cue to open your eyes that are already wet. You’re already muttering a watery, “Yes, yes, yes!”

The four words finally escape him, free falling. 

“Will you marry me?”

---

EXTRA:::

You have your hand in the air, admiring your ring. It’s beautiful.

“How did you know my size?” You ask him.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I had to wake up in the middle of the night while you were dead asleep and measure your finger with a string.”

You turn to smother his face in kisses, which he relishes in of course.

He thinks back to this morning. You two woke up as an ordinary couple, but are going to sleep as fiancés.

He’s happy.

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[roxygen22]

Stretch Marks

CW: Pregnancy (post-partum), body image, foreplay and implied smut.

A/N: This is my first ever Tumblr post. Please be gentle.

Summary: Ben worships your stretch marks (contemporary AU Obi-wan)

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You sat on the edge of the bed in a tank top and underwear, staring at your closet in exasperation. Ben could feel your angst through the Force, so he came upstairs to check on you. "Why so glum, chum?" he asked in an annoyingly chipper voice.

After a quick glare, you responded with a pout. "None of my cute clothes fit anymore." You and Ben were invited out to a Halloween party downtown. You hadn't been "out" in the night scene in more than a year, and lots had changed since then. You were three months post-partum and your body was still adjusting to its new norm. Your mother happily volunteered to watch the twins to allow you and Ben some time away, so you didn't really have a good excuse to bow out. Shopping for clothes had been the furthest thing from your mind, so you rummaged through the closet while the babies napped.

"What about that black number with ruffled sleeves," he asked. It was one of his favorites.

"It's tight across my chest now," you huffed while he eyes flashed and a slight smirk appeared on his face for a fraction of a second. He held himself back from coming closer to cup your breasts in his hand, sensing that you probably weren't in any mood to be physical.

"Ah, yes, well - what about that sparkly, uh...oh, what do you call it? It's stretchy," as he gestured across his chest.

Trying not to laugh at his attempts to be helpful, you responded with a slight chortle, "the bandeau top? Maybe in a previous life, but not now." Probably not ever again. Your eyes dropped to the floor.

He stepped closer to where you were seated on the bed and gently pulled your chin up with his index finger. "What's going on behind those beautiful [y/c] eyes of yours?"

"I...I...don't want anyone looking at my stomach," you said. You got up to face the full length mirror, crossing your arms across your body as if giving yourself a hug. It was never going to look the same again. Thanks to your short stature and waist, your babies had nowhere to grow but out, stretching the skin over your abdomen and hips to near breaking point. You were now branded with reddish-pink scars running down the length of your bulging tummy and wider hips. So much for wearing those unforgiving pre-pregnancy jeans for a while.

Ben came up behind you and set his chin on your shoulder. He placed his hands on your hips, burying his lips into the crook of your neck and slowly inching his fingers under your shirt. "Even me? I'm not just anyone."

"Maybe you, if the lights are dimmed." Your hands stopped his from snaking under your clothes. You and he hadn't been intimate since the babies were born. Life as new parents (x2) had been exhausting, and you really hadn't felt up to it anyway.

Ben spun you around and leaned against the wall, one hand on each side of your head. His nose nuzzled yours for a second, then he stared into your eyes. Gah, those blue orbs were mesmerizing. "But I want to see you."

"Have you really taken a look at me since Ahna and Ashla were born?" You weren't sure how Ben could possibly look at you the same after seeing you in the delivery room spread eagle on the table, legs in stirrups, screaming like a banshee as each of the twins crowned. He had seen a lot in his lifetime, but you saw him grow pale after he snuck a peek, quickly regretting and resuming his focus on your white knuckles threatening to crush his hand. Nevermind all of the leaking afterward...eyes that constantly teared up from the hormonal rollercoaster ride, nipples that oozed with just a whimper from any baby, not just yours, and the war zone between your legs. And then mother nature threw in a period not too long after. You felt gross, and you're not sure how he could possibly think otherwise.

"You don't realize how utterly amazing you are," he sighed, taking your previous spot on the edge of the bed, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. You oblige and sit sideways, your legs perpendicular to his.

He wrapped one arm behind your back and rested the other in your lap, gently stroking your hands that nearly broke his three months prior. "You were breathtakingly beautiful before falling pregnant, but I now have so much more respect for what your body can do. You don't give it enough credit. This body was a vessel for the Force to materialize into not just one, but two new lives. I watched as your body adapted to make a home for our daughters - the very manifestations of our love for each other. It was miraculous. I was left in awe at your body's strength as you delivered them earthside. And this same body continues to nourish them. You were always my angel, Y/N, but now...now you're a glorious goddess in my eyes. A goddess who should be revered."

Ben stood you up, facing him. Once again, his hands started snaking up your shirt. You didn't stop him, so he continued until he pulled it off over your head. His face was at eye level with your tummy. You held your breath, resisting the urge to bring your arms over your abs to hide. Gently, he placed light kisses to the side of your belly button. His fingers traced the length of your stretch marks. Your breath hitched as you felt a familiar warmth spreading through the pit of your stomach and legs.

"Different isn't bad, Y/N. For example, these hips are much more fun to grab and will be great for guiding my thrusts," he playfully growled. Suddenly, Ben flipped you over, wearing a huge mischievous grin on his face. Your back was on the bed and your knees at his hips. He stood over you, looking you up and down. "My goddess." He leaned down to kiss at the bottom of your sternum. You couldn't help but moan lightly. His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra. After fumbling a bit -- he was never great with bras -- he tossed it to the side. "And these," interrupted by a sultry lick to your right breast, "are a sculpted work of art."

He buried his face between your engorged breasts as you arch your back in response. You noticed how much more space they took up in his large hands. And then you realized...

"Karabast," you muttered.

"What is it, angel?" he asked with a puzzled tone. Then, as if on cue, you heard Ashla begin to fuss over the baby monitor. "Oh...." he said. His head hung down with disappointment, his forehead resting on your collarbone.

"Whelp, duty calls." You rolled to the side to stand up, leaving Ben laying on the bed. You walked into the next room and got the twins settled on the nursing pillow. They stared up at you, and you hoped they'd keep their father's blue eyes.

Ben soon appeared in the nursery doorway, arms crossed, head and shoulder leaning gently against the frame. The fiery playful lust in his eyes had morphed into a loving gleam as he took in the sight of his three loves. You saw an idea dawn on him, and then he stepped away.

You heard shuffling in your bedroom. Within a few minutes, Ben appeared in the nursery with a nursing tank top and black leggings. You raised an eyebrow in confusion mixed with curiosity. He stopped at the doorway and appeared to be distracted by a thought. He held up one finger (silently indicating "hold on") and went back to the bedroom. He returned with one of his green plaid flannel shirts and your black riding boots.

"Here, I think this will look cute on you. Maybe you could tie up the front of my shirt like that one time you paraded around the band hall in college, acting like a farm girl trying to get that trumpet player's attention," his mischievous grin returned.

"Ben Kenobi!" you exclaimed, feigning irritation while grinning, and then shushed yourself after Ahna startled. "I distinctly remember trying to get YOUR attention."

"Well, it worked. It was a good look on you. And now you're stuck with me," he smiled softly and rested his eyes on yours.

"Indeed I am. I can think of worse positions to be in." Ben turned around to go get himself dressed when you said, "Hey, speaking of positions, maybe we can excuse ourselves from the party a little early and finish that conversation we started before we pick up the girls from Mom."

"How can a mere mortal say no to his goddess?" His eyes sparkled with possibility.

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[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

The Cultivation of the Hydrangea - Chapter 1

Read the Prologue

Word Length: 12, 239

Summary: While Kojiro worries for his best friend in the hospital, he also has to come to terms with everything that's been kept from him all these years.

Reminder: All scenes with triggers will have an -X- symbol at the beginning.

The chill air of the waiting area pierced through his skin, chilling every single part of his body. Bile reached up into Kojiro's throat, foul and burning.

“I...what? “the man gaped, “Is this...is this some sort of joke?”

For her part, Kioko did look the slightest bit guilty. She could barely force herself to meet the twenty-six-year-old's eyes, her grey optics shifting to the floor, “I'm sorry. He...wouldn't have wanted you to find out like this, but I was told to come straight to the hospital.”

Kojiro took an uneasy step back from the two, “That's….why did….how did you even know that we were here?”

At his question, the woman froze, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Both of the men tensed.

“So? “Hiromi demanded as he got up to stand beside his friend, crossing his arms, “How are you here?”

“That's-, “Another forceful tug from her small charge grabbed her attention

“Oneesan, “the boy whimpered, tears freely falling down his chubby cheeks, his nose a worrying pink

“Ai-kun, “Kioko went to her knees, running a hand through the boy's rosy locks, “It's okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

The boy sniffed, “I'm scared.”

He wasn't even looking at his caretaker as he spoke, his sight was solely focused on the two large men in front of him. He took a step back, drawing his arms and a stuffed white and black leopard he grasped in his right hand tight to his chest.

“Where's chichi? I want chichi!”

“Your chichi is in the back, so we can't see him right now, “she tried to soothe him, gently squeezing his arms. “We're going to wait here for someone to tell us how he's doing, alright?”

Her words did not appease the child in the slightest. He shook his head, tears falling harder as he cried, “No, no! I want chichi. Please, oneesan, let's go see chichi now.”

Kojiro watched as the boy trembled, his scarlet eyes wide and unblinking on him, looking like he wanted to scream, cry, and run as far away as possible. The vice grips of guilt and understanding wrapped around him as another sniffle racked the child's form. The boy's eyes were focused on his chest, on the blood he hadn't washed off yet, on his tired eyes, his tousled hair, and crumbled clothes.

'No wonder he's scared, 'he thought sympathetically, 'What child wouldn't be?'

It was still early in the morning, not even close to dawn yet, so there was no doubt that Kioko would have had to wake the boy up, get him dressed, and out the door with an ungodly amount of haste. It would be confusing enough to a sleep-racked child that their babysitter was taking them away from their home in the middle of the night, but for them to bring them to a hospital right up to a stranger covered in blood and their equally wildly dressed companion? Yeah, he'd cry too.

Kioko sighed as she pulled the boy closer to her, finally looking back up at the two men.“Carla messaged me that there was an emergency and that this was the closest hospital, “she said as she started to tie the boy's shoes

Kojiro and Hiromi shared a look. Carla had contacted her? This absolute stranger? Her master had gotten injured and that was her first response?

Another whimper had Kojiro placing a hand on Hiromi's shoulder, drawing them another few steps back to hopefully help the boy calm down.

The twenty-six-year-old shook his head, weariness soaked into his voice, “This is...this is insane. Kaoru doesn't-he shouldn't have a kid!”

“I know that this is confusing.“ Kioko huffed as she continued, “But I have no reason to lie to you. This is Sakurayashiki Kaoru's son.”

She patted the boy's head again, “Ai-kun, these are your chichi's friends. They aren't going to hurt us.”

“Mmm, “the boy hugged the leopard tighter as he trembled

The guilt gripped Kojiro harder, “I need to-we need to wash up, “he said to Hiromi who nodded in agreement

“Right, “Kioko replied, reaching to straighten out the boy's clothes, “Please do, I'll try and calm him down...I promise to explain as much as I can when you get back.”

'You better, 'Kojiro thought, though he simply replied, “Right, we'll...we'll be back.”

“Ai-kun..., “the caretaker's soft voice followed them to the hallway

A pale yellow restroom door greeted them with a creaky groan; its hinges cried as he pushed it open. Bright, overhead lights winked at them both as they headed for the sinks, pulling an almost unreasonable amount of paper towels from the dispensers in their wake before waving their hands in front of the motion sensors.

They cleaned themselves in silence. Kaoru's blood washed off easily enough, but Hiromi's make-up, already slightly ruined from dust and sweat, might as well have been paint as he scrubbed at his face.

Kojiro went through towel after towel. The brown streaks upon the white surfaces caused a deep nausea to crawl up through his lower torso. The steady flow of the water cleaned the sleeves of his jacket and washed out his gloves no problem, but there would be no salvaging his pants; he grimaced at the large brown stains across his knees and thighs and idly wondered if the gift shop had something in his size.

Hiromi's discomforted voice broke through the quiet, “I know I shouldn't ask if you're okay, but...”

Kojiro sighed deeply, his shoulders heavy, “And here I thought this night couldn't get any worse......Why didn't he tell me?”

The dark green makeup around Hiromi's eyes had smudged together with his purple lipstick to form a sickly-looking color. He had to go back for another stack of paper towels.

“He got a boyfriend that you know of? Secret lover in the mainland?”

“No...no...his last boyfriend...he hasn't dated anyone in years, “Kojiro sighed again as he ran a wet paper towel through his hair, “And now I know why.”

It still hadn't fully registered; it didn't seem real that the small boy just outside was the son of his best friend.

'It's not possible, 'the twenty-six-year-old thought, 'He would've-should've told me.'

“That explains why he always leaves S before four a.m. Had to get home to his kid and send the babysitter home, “Hiromi had just about gotten half of his makeup off

His words left the other feeling even more nauseous. Throughout their lives, Kaoru had always had one of the worst sleeping schedules known to mankind, the triple threat of his insomnia, anxiety, and chronic nightmares causing him to only be able to get a few hours of genuine rest a day, if that. Kojiro had always chalked up the AI Skater's early departures from the mountain as an attempt to at least be somewhat functional for the coming work days.

But, apparently, he was wrong.

“Still, no partner, that's rough “the twenty-four-year-old grunted, “I remember how my mom struggled when she was raising me; I'm surprised he doesn't leave earlier.”

“That's what...the babysitter is for, “Kojiro replied, the words still feeling wrong despite the truth of them, “God Kaoru...Kaoru has a kid.”

The acceptance caused a stir within Kojiro's mind, the previous hours replaying like some sort of cruel, looping film. Kaoru's bloody, shattered body was displayed before him, his limp frame, faded-over eyes, torn clothes, and ragged breathing, over and over.

“Oh god, he has a kid, “the man had to grab hold of the sink.

“Hey, “Hiromi said softly, but didn't take a step closer, “Everything is going to be fine.”

“What if he-, “Kojiro couldn't speak those words, “What happens to his kid?”

“It won't come to that, “the other skater replied easily, “Like I said, the fact that they're still back there means he's still alive and kicking. He and his kid are going to be fine.”

Kojiro gathered water in his hands to splash his face, “This is...so much. Kaoru is...and now he has a kid.”

“Let's head back out to the waiting area, “Hiromi handed him the last of his paper towels, “You were promised some answers.”

While the two men wouldn't look presentable until they went home and slipped into fresh clothes, they probably looked a lot less haggard than they did before entering the restroom. However, there wouldn't be anyone to note their subtle change in appearance, because as soon as they returned to the waiting area, another surprise awaited them.

“Okaasan?! “the twenty-six-year-old gasped as he spotted the middle-aged woman sitting with Kioko

Nanjo Chiyoko looked up, her brown eyes solemn as she made eye contact with her child. In her arms, she held Kaoru's son, running her hand up and down his back. The boy had calmed down considerably, arms tight around the elder, his stuffed animal nestled in between them.

“My Kouki, “Chiyoko smiled, “I got here as fast as I could.”

“Okaasan, how did you...I didn't call, “he started

“Kioko-chan did. I told her to meet me at the hospital so I could pick this one up, “she replied as she rocked the boy

As the muscular man walked a bit closer, the child opened his eyes. Scared scarlet met burdened burgundy again, and a new set of tears formed.

“Sobo! “his little hands tightened on Chiyoko's sides

“Now, now, Sprout, “she immediately tried to soothe the boy, “Kouki isn't going to hurt you.”

“I want chichi!”

“I know, I know. We'll know something soon, I promise.”

Kojiro watched as his mother rocked the boy, his head half tilted into her bosom for safety and the other half placed so just to keep an eye on the stranger before him. The guilt he felt before grew; however, seeing how comfortable the two were around each other, he also became very disturbed.

“Okaasan, “the man's eyes grew dark with hurt, “You knew.”

Chiyoko stilled, her calming ministrations brought to a halt. A couple of minutes passed before a sudden whimper from the child encouraged her to start up again.

“We...were going to tell you next week, “she muttered, her tone grim, “Kaoru said that he was going to set up a meeting so that you could meet his little one.”

'After this beef with Adam, I...I have something I need to tell you, 'Kojiro thought back to the two's conversation the other night

“Oh god.”

“When Kaoru first told me, he begged me to keep it a secret. It was just a week before you were going to fly to Sicily.”

Kojiro grimaced. The week before his departure was both a sweet and sour memory. He'd just finished his final shift at he ramen shop he'd been working at. He'd skated home in the darkness, both excited and anxious about what the future held for him. By the time he got home, the moon was directly overhead, moonlight shining down on his house.

When he'd unlocked the door, the first thing that greeted him was an unconscious Kaoru on the pull-out couch. A black eye was barely hidden under his bang, his arms sporting bandages and a hospital band around his right wrist. He'd gotten to catalog the rest of his bandaged appendages after a hasty shower, slipping into the bed with his friend right after.

The next morning, Kaoru had been worryingly tight-lipped over a breakfast of chazuke and tamagoyaki. Over the course of the day, he'd managed to get the other to relax just enough to tell him what happened, though the answer had colored his mood for the remaining days.

It was the first and last time Kaoru's father had ever beat him.

Kojiro bit his lip, nearly drawing blood, “Why keep it from me? I could have done something- You know I would have helped.”

“That's exactly why he didn't want to tell you.”

“But that's-

“Sobo? “the child interrupted, curious and wary of his grandmother speaking so calmly to the unknown man. He patted her shoulder and sniffed, “Sobo, who is he?”

Trepidation overcame Kojiro as he took in all of the boy's features. His hair was the same shade of pastel pink as Kaoru's, though the texture looked different. His skin was just as pale as Kaoru's, and they had the same eye shape as well. However, the nose, the lips, his eye color, and more were reminiscent of his other parent.

“This is your Kojiro-ojisan, “Chiyoko smiled and pet the boy's head, “Remember when your chichi told you about him?”

“Um, “the boy tilted his head to the side, his lips fixed into a small pout, “I don't know.”

Chiyoko shook her head, her curly, forest green locks attempting to come loose from their bun.“Oh, you remember you little rascal, “she chided, “Remember when he told you about the big, strong man who makes really good food?”

The boy's face scrunched up as he tried to recall the stories Kaoru had told him. After a bit, he nodded at Chiyoko before turning to face her son again.

“Ojisan?” he said, uncertainty coloring his voice

Kojiro did his best to smile for the boy, though it was nowhere near the blinding grin he was known for. Only a crooked, awkward mimicry was able to make its way onto his face.

“Uh, hey, kid. This probably isn't the best way for us to meet, huh? “he scratched the back of his neck, “But, yeah, what your sobo said. I'm your ojisan.”

“His name is Ainoshin, “Chiyoko supplied

“Ainoshin! What a nice name, “he said despite the immediate bitter note it left on his tongue

Ainoshin regarded him with a scrutinizing stare that was very disproportionate to his small stature. It was very similar to the way that a young Kaoru had looked at him the first day he approached him in kindergarten.

'Oh look...he inherited Kaoru's moodiness, 'he attempted to joke, though it only fell flat in the recesses of his mind. He found himself sighing inwardly; the heaviness of the night's events had not abated in the slightest

“Are you here for Sakurayashiki Kaoru? “an unfamiliar voice asked

“Doctor, “Chiyoko said as Kojiro quickly turned round, his breath hitching, “Yes?”

“I'm Dr. Eto. What is your relationship to Sakurayashiki-san? “he asked as he skimmed the chart in his hands

“I'm Nanjo Kojiro, his emergency contact, “Kojiro immediately replied

“I'm Nanjo Chiyoko. I should be down in his record along with Kojiro as family, “his mother said

“We're his friends, “Hiromi looked at Kioko who agreed

Dr. Eto nodded in confirmation, “Right. First, I'd like to say that the patient is stable. We've moved him from the OR to a private room. We have him on a drip for the pain, and a low-flow nasal cannula for oxygen.”

At the man's words, most let out a sigh of relief; however, Kojiro could only take in a large breath as all the strength seeped out of him at once. Hiromi gasped as the taller man's knees buckled, just barely catching him before he hit the floor. With a tiny bit of struggle, he managed to hoist him into a nearby chair.

“Are you alright? “the doctor asked, nearly dropping his chart as he walked closer

“He's alright? “Kojiro breathed, hands gripping his knees, “He's alive?”

Dr. Eto smiled, “He is.”

Kojiro gripped himself harder and shuddered, taking in another large breath. “Thank you, “he exhaled

“We're simply doing our jobs, Nanjo-san.”

“Can I see chichi? “Ainoshin asked

“Yes, can we? “Chiyoko prodded

“Very soon, yes. The nurses are just doing their final check on him. But, first, I need to tell you everything we discovered after Sakurayashiki-san arrived, “Dr. Eto's voice became grave

The two skaters flinched, having more than just a few ideas as to how bad the other man's injuries were. As Dr. Eto opened his mouth again, Kioko reached over and covered Ainoshin's ears.

“The patient was diagnosed with a bruised nose and jaw bone. They have a chauffeur fracture in the right forearm and a fibula fracture in the left calf; both were non-displaced and won't be needing surgery, but we will be splinting his arm, and his leg will need a cast. There were two open skull fractures, one on the right temple and one at the back of the head. Upon receiving the patient, he momentarily stopped breathing, so we successfully attempted to resuscitate him; however he acquired three cracked ribs in the process, “the doctor rattled on

Chiyoko gasped as the doctor listed even more injuries, her hand flying to her mouth, “My Raki.”

Kioko reached over to squeeze the elder woman's shoulder before placing it back over Ainoshin's ear.

“The good news is that the MRI found no complications. Despite the damage, none of his organs seemed to be compromised, nor was his spinal cord. He will need wheelchair assistance until his calf heals and has to undergo physical therapy, but my initial assessment is that he will make a full recovery.”

“Oh, thank god, “Chiyoko buried her face in Ainoshin's hair, “You hear that, Sprout. Your chichi will be okay.”

“The patient has not yet regained consciousness despite our attempts at waking him. Since he has a head injury we will continue to closely monitor him, and we will inform you of any changes or decisions that need to be made, “the doctor finished

Emotions were high amongst the group of family and friends. While they could certainly wish that the situation had had a better outcome, this was as best as they would probably get.

“What can we do now? “Kojiro asked

“Now, well I'm going to show you to Sakurayashiki-san's room. After that, I suggest you go home and rest, “Dr. Eto said, eyeing the dried blood on the man's pants, “It's been a long night for all of you, no doubt. I recommend trying to go back to normal as best as you can.”

“Nanjo-san? “Kojiro looked back

Kioko stood behind him holding out a piece of paper. “Before we go see him, I wanted to apologize again. Though it wasn't my intention, I made this situation even more stressful for you, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

The woman looked as if she was about to bow to him, and Kojiro held up a hand, “Now, now, that's not necessary. It wasn't...I'm not going to say it was the most pleasant way for us to meet, and this is...all still really sinking in..., “he paused for a moment, “but, apology accepted.”

“This is my number, “the woman replied as she handed the paper over, “I still owe you some answers, but, right now, Sakuraya-Kaoru-kun is more important. The two of us have been good friends since college, and I've been watching over Ainoshin for years now. I'll always be there when they or their family needs me.”

The conviction in her voice had Kojiro giving her a somber smile. Growing up, Kaoru hadn't been as friendly with their peers as he was, and he had only gotten close to a chosen few, so it was nice to know that he had found someone while Kojiro was away, even at a time like this.

“Come on, Sprout, “Chiyoko brought both her and the boy to their feet, “Let's get see your chichi.”

The door to Koaru's room looked as if it had withstood a beating, a small indention lying right in the center. The handle jiggled as it slid open and everyone walked in as quiet as could be.

Inside was a sight that caused Kojiro's heart to race and to nearly break in two.

“Kaoru, “he called, striding across the room to stand at its side, “Oh, Kaoru.”

His friend's skin had become as pale as the bandages wrapped around his entire body, and bright red bruises covered nearly the entirety of his face. His long hair had been braided up so as not to tangle with the hospital's equipment; the once lush, pink hair was now rather raggedy and lacked its usual luster.

Kojiro found himself chuckling darkly, holding back tears as he muttered, “God, you have no idea how badly I want to shake you right now, you menace.”

“Chichi? “the soft voice called from behind him

“Here, Sprout, “Chiyoko hoisted the boy up, “He's sleeping, see? The doctors took good care of him.”

Ainoshin's face blossomed as soon as he saw his father's signature hair, “Chichi!”

Stepping a bit closer, “Chiyoko spoke again, “Be very careful touching him, Ainoshin.”

The child reached out and took his father's unwrapped hand in his own, “Hi, chichi.”

Kojiro's face softened at the boy's innocence.

“This is probably the longest sleep he's ever gotten, “the man joked to his mother

Chiyoko smiled softly at her child, her eyes all too understanding, “He'll wake up soon, Kouki. He has to; who else is going to keep you in check?”

Kojiro chuckled, running a finger over the other man's hair, “You mean nag me to death?

The group stood in relative silence around Kaoru's unconscious form, staring him down as if he would wake at any second. Ainoshin held onto his father's hand as Kojiro twirled the man's hair between his fingers. Hiromi and Kioko looked at their phones every so often but quickly went back to watching over their friend. Chiyoko adjusted her hold on the child in her arms as she rested a hand on Kaoru's uninjured leg. The slow beep beep beep of the heart monitor and the rise and fall of the man's chest was the only indication that he was still alive.

“It's getting a bit late-early, “Hiromi said as he looked at the clock on the nightstand, “We should all probably head home. I'll give you a ride.”

“A...few more minutes, please? “Kojiro said as he continued to stare at the pink-haired man, “I...I can't leave him just yet.”

“Take your time. I'll be waiting in the van, “Hiromi nodded, giving a goodbye to the women and leaving the room

“I'll take my leave as well, “Kioko said, “Rest well, Nanjo-san, Chiyoko-san, Ai-kun. Call me if you need anything.”

“Good night, Kioko-chan, “Chiyoko called to her just as Ainoshin responded, “Goodbye, oneesan!”

Chiyoko leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her son's head, “I have to get this one back to bed, “she smiled and kissed Kaoru's crown next, “Promise me you'll call me if you need me, Kouki.”

“I promise, haha, “Kojiro replied, taking a chair to sit beside the bed

“Come on, Sprout, “she said, as she put the boy down on his feet, “You're coming to stay with sobo until your chichi gets better.”

“When will Chichi wake up? “the boy immediately asked, taking the smile from Chiyoko's face

“I don't know, Sprout, but it will hopefully be soon, alright? Now, let's get you to bed.”

The door let off a click as the two finally left them alone. Kojiro slowly rose, leaning down over his fallen companion to lay a kiss on his forehead.

“You're going to drive me insane one day, you four-eyed neurotic, “he muttered, before chuckling and reaching out a hand to gently caress Kaoru's cheek

“God, I wish I could talk with you right now, “Kojiro sniffed again, voice becoming weaker, “I'd ask you what the hell you were thinking, and you'd probably call me an idiot.”

Another sniff, followed by a wet gasp.

“I hope you wake up soon, so I can make you carbonara one last time. I won't be able to after I get sent to prison for shattering a politician's legs.”

Another gasp. One, two, three droplets fell upon the bed sheets, soaking through and leaving a large wet spot.

“Oh god, look at me, “the man sniffed as he wiped his eyes, “Guess which one of us is the crybaby now, huh?”

Of course, Kaoru did not respond.

“Oh, Kaoru. Kaoru, Kaoru, Kaoru, “he whispered as another bout of tears started to fall, “I need you to wake up. Please, Kaoru.”

Kojiro reached for Kaoru's unwrapped hand, gently intertwining their fingers as his forehead fell upon the mattress.

“Please.”

--

Click. The phone went black. Its owner sighed, dropping it in between their ruffled, orange sheets. Grunting, they turned over in their bed before slamming a stiff pillow down on top of their head.

“Ugh, “they groaned, their throat sore and head pounding

Around them, no light shined within the room; the curtains were drawn, the bulb was dead, and the remote was lost. The teen was all alone with his thoughts.

The night continued on as he laid with himself, listening to the disparaging words in his head, all speaking with his own voice. Some whispered, some shouted, and some even pretended to be nice; however, they all delivered the same messages.

“You'll never be good enough! You'll never be on their level, on his level. You don't want to look like a poser, do you? Might as well quit while you still can. You'll only embarrass yourself.”

With a frustrated grunt, the teen flipped back over, manhandling his phone from the sheets and turning it on. He tapped away to the gallery; a long list of videos stared back at him, and he scrolled down and down months and months of little thirty second clips.

When he came to a stop, a hunched over figure of demin, white, and pastel blue greeted him behind a small black and white circle.

He clicked play.

Immediately, a pale blue sky covered the screen. A few clouds shaped like flowers and bulbous, bloated white masses floated along while the sun sat at its highest peak.

“Reki, Reki! Look, look!” The screen zipped down. Crystal blue eyes stared back at him.

“I'm gonna try it again, “Hasegawa Langa called, “Spot me!”

The baby blue haired teenager stood with his foot on his board, looking pointedly toward the scuffed up ramp on the other side of the park.

“You got this! “Reki's own voice called from behind the camera

As if the other's voice was his sign to go, Langa shot off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. As the transfer student got farther from his friend, the ramp got closer; his eyes narrowed in deep concentration.

“You got this, Langa! “Reki shouted

And he did. Riding up the ramp, Langa shot up off the top. He soared higher and higher, his body eclipsing the sun. He flew so high that-

“Whoa!”

Suddenly, Langa's board slipped from under his feet. Like a falling star, he came crashing down, hitting his ass on the ramp and rolling down head first.

“Langa?! “Reki screamed and the screen shook as he ran towards the other, “You okay?”

“Ow ow ow, “Langa groaned, holding his hips and shaking

“Oof, “the phone was set on the ground. A red pair of painted sneakers walked into view, “Well, at least you made it to the ramp this time?”

The clip came to its end, the large replay symbol covering the image of the toppled-over Canadian and Reki's outstretched hand.

The boy on the bed was still, his phone stuck in his stiff hands.

“Hah, “the teen gasped and sniffled

He was stuck staring at the screen for a while. Before long, teardrops fell from his stinging eyes onto the screen, his gloved-covered hand now blurred from view.

With a shakey tap of his hand, the video started again.

The sky, sun, and clouds greeted him again. His voice sounded again.

“Reki, Reki! Look, look! “the determination in the other teen's voice was palatable

Reki threw his phone to the floor, the sound of his own voice called up to him from the ground. He threw himself under the sheets, trembling.

“Hah, “Reki gasped again, his lips wobbling

Unstoppable tears streamed down the red head's face as he sobbed. He covered his mouth his hand to muffle his crying.

“Ohouo”

--

“Breaking News: Hit and Run Leaves Sakurayashiki Kaoru Comatose in Hospital”

Chink chink chink.

The static drone of the radio barely registered as the head chef whisked away at a bowl of ten egg yolks.

“According to our sources, around 12:30 Sunday morning, the distinguished calligrapher and entrepreneur Sakurayashiki Kaoru was brought to Naha General Hospital by two local men after sustaining grievous injuries from a reckless driver who is still on the run. Hospital staff would not offer specific details about the artist's condition, but we were able to gather that even after almost seventy-two hours, Sakurayashiki-sensei has still not regained consciousness, which is a matter of concern. We of RBC offer our sincere condolences to the friends and family of Naha's favorite thirty-under-thirty artist and wish for Sakurayashiki-sensei's swift awakening and recovery. The NPD is currently investigating this horrible crime."

Chink chin- he stopped. Reaching over for the pecorino romano and the grater, he scraped a considerable amount of the cheese into the bowl. Next came the black pepper before he took up the whisk and stirred the mixture one last time.

“Chef.”

Taking the bowl, the twenty-six-year-old switched over to the counter with a fresh pot of linguine pasta; the noodles roared as he lifted off the top. Next to it sat a large bowl of crisp guanciale and eight clear plates ready for servings.

“Chef.”

Quickly, the man combined the pasta and the mixture, stirring it a bit before adding the guanciale. He tossed away at the dish, the cheese and eggs emulsifying into a creamy sauce around the tender noodles.

“Chef!”

A hand slapped down on Kojiro's shoulder, finally stilling his movements. He looked behind himself, and Miyoko stared right back, her brows pinched and her mouth pressed into a straight line.

“Chef, what are you doing? “the sous chef asked

“A dining party ordered servings of the carbonara. Jona was busy with the minestrone, Rioto is making five personal pan margherita pizzas for table twelve, Yuri was making pesto pasta, Raisei was making chicken cacciatore, and Shino was making vegetable lasanga. Everyone's hands were full so I was just stepping in-

“No, Chef, I mean what are you doing here at all? Sayuri texted you and told you we got everything handled. Teijo and I can lead everyone else for as long as you need us to, “the sous chef cut in

Kojiro grew quiet for a minute, pursing his lips. And it was in this moment that he realized that aside from the radio his kitchen was without the normal noise and chatter between his employees. The stations were almost completely silent, a sterile imitation of the normal work area.

“Yeah, I saw her text, but I don't need anyone to step up for me, I'm fine, “the chef started divvying up the food onto the plates

Miyoko crossed her arms. “You're making carbonara, “she said flatly

“Yeah, that was the order, “he replied as he pushed the now empty pot into a prep cook's hands, ignoring their concerned look as he went to grab another order ticket

“Che-Kojiro, “Miyoko rushed to stand in front of the awaiting orders, “Don't do this.”

“Do what? “Kojiro asked tersely

Around them, the other cooks, servers, busboys, and more continued on with their work, thoroughly worried as they listened in on the conversation between their boss and second in command.

“Pushing yourself out of some misplaced guilt, “Miyoko frowned

The head chef reached around his subordinate to grab hold of one of the tickets. “I don't feel guilty, “he said as he started back towards his now empty station.

“Kojiro, dammit, why did you tell Sayuri about sensei if you weren't going to take some time off? “the sous chef followed after him

'Because I didn't tell her, 'the man thought to himself

Uehara Sayuri was one of the few employees of Sia La Luce that knew about S. She'd been there that night, had witnessed the AI Skater's impromptu defeat in captivated horror along with the rest of the mountain's inhabitants. She'd texted him the morning after, just a few hours after Kojiro trudged through his apartment's doors, tossed his bloodied pants into the trash, and collapsed onto his couch, too tired to even make it to his bed.

Sayuri had told him the same thing Miyoko was now, to take some time for himself. Usually, Kojiro wouldn't mind taking a couple days off. However, those days were normally spent around town with an anxious, recalcitrant, pink-haired calligrapher who, by the hospital's last phone call, had been moved to the intensive care unit to be put under a more watchful eye.

“Listen, “Kojiro sighed, “I can't just up and leave work, especially when nothing is wrong with me.”

Miyoko snorted, “Yeah, sure.”

“Really, I'm fine, “the twenty-six-year-old insisted, “Kaoru is the one you should be worried about.”

“Sensei is being taken care of in a hospital right now, under the best care he can hopefully receive, “she took a step closer, “You, on the other hand, look you got into a fight with a pillow and lost.”

“I promise you I'm fine.”

“Really, because why when I walked in did Satoshi tell me you've been back here the whole time, and not once have you gone up front to schmooze the customers? You just made the largest order when there are eight smaller ones waiting, and you just picked up-, “she tugged the order from Kojiro's hand, “ four orders of the tomato risotto with a side of focaccia, which is the second most ordered dish that sensei gets when he's here.”

“Miyoko... “Kojiro started

“Kojiro, “she placed two hands on his shoulders, “Do you remember when my brother died?”

“Course I do, “the chef responded

“Then you remember how you gave me paid leave to sort out his funeral and go through all his things, “she smiled softly, “Sia La Luce had only been open for a year and a half, but you let me stay away from work, and paid me, for a whole month and a half.”

She gave the man a squeeze, “This is not a time for you to be working. Right now is a time for you to prepare how to care for sensei when he finally wakes up, take care of any affairs of his that he can't at the moment, or just take some time for yourself, the same thing you told me back then.”

Miyoko pushed forward, wrapping the larger man in a hug, “Sia La Luce will still be here when you get back; we'll take good care of her, just promise us to take good care of yourself.”

“Miyoko...”

Miyoko huffed and pulled her boss into a tight hug. Emboldened by the sous chef's words to their boss, the other employees started to chime in.

“Please, Chef, go home.”

“Yeah, Chef, sensei would want you to take care of yourself.”

“We can take care of the restaurant, Chef, don't worry!”

“Don't worry, Miyoko and Teijo will keep everything in order.”

“Think how pissed sensei would be if you worked yourself to death.”

All of their voices had started to become one, and Kojiro couldn't help but chuckle in Miyoko's hold,

“You know, most bosses would consider this insubordination.”

“Well, you're not most bosses, “Miyoko released him, “Now, there has to be something else that you could do today. Does sensei have any family? Maybe go visit your parents?”

Kojiro clicked his tongue, pondering his choices. There was no reason trying to contact Kaoru's family. They probably wouldn't answer the phone, and it wasn't like they deserved to know about his condition in the first place. He could call Kioko, maybe grab lunch and get those answers she promised him. Though she was probably at work, or whatever it is she did when she wasn't babysitting his best friend's secret child.

“I could...visit my parents, “he supplied, “There...are somethings we needed to talk about.”

“Then go, “Miyoko reached up to squeeze his arm one last time, “Now, I've got a risotto to make.”

The young woman pushed past her boss to his station and called to the rest of her coworkers, “Starting the tomato risotto, Shino status on that lasanga!”

“Lasanga's going in the oven, Chef! Starting the pasta e fagioli!”

“Raisei, cacciatore?!”

“Cacciatore is being plated, Chef!”

“Jona?!”

“Minestrone is out on the floor, started on the fettuccine alfredo!”

“Yuri?!”

“Pesto out on the floor; started on the crab ravioli!”

“Rioto?!”

“Pizzas in the oven, starting on the zucchini blossoms!”

The kitchen had exploded into a frenzy of orders and clacking utensils. His staff weaved in and around him through the stations, servers hauled out foods, and busboys scrubbed away at dishes. Miyoko looked back from where she was pouring rice into a boiling pot to send a wink at her boss.

With a small smile, Kojiro dragged his phone out of his pocket and went straight to his contacts, tapping on the first name. It only rang twice before someone answered.

“Kouki?”

“Hey, haha, is it alright if I come over right now?”

--

The smell of daisies welcomed him as he rounded the corner.

Familiar houses dusted with age, cracked tiled roofs, fading paints, and overgrowing plants flew by him as he drove towards his parents' house.

His childhood home hadn't changed too much in the past half-decade. His mother's garden, a sprawling city of mismatched planting pots harboring herbs, veggies, berry bushes, and a mint plant that was the bane of his father's existence still stood tall under the weeping willow in the front yard. The smiling sun wind chime that they'd gotten when he was thirteen was missing a couple marbles but was still spinning around happily. And the clay garden stone that had been chiseled with his, his brother's, and Kaoru's name was still front and center in his mother's petunia plants surrounded by the little ceramic bunnies she'd bought at a festival fourteen years ago, all their color had been washed away, but their little noses were still pointed high in the search of porcelain carrots.

As he parked his motorcycle in the driveway, a new addition to the household immediately caught his attention. A black bicycle covered in brightly colored stickers, far too small for either of his parents, rested right against the willow tree.

Kojiro took in a deep breath as he watched the tassels of the bike sway in the wind. As he exhaled, he found himself gripping the handles of his own ride so tightly that the rubber squeaked.

“C'mon, Kojiro, “he muttered to himself, “It's just a kid."

Even before he could make it to the front door, it opened with a faint whoosh. Nanjo Chiyoko stood in the doorway, her arms held open wide to receive her child.

“My Little Kouki, “she whispered, taking him into her arms

His mother had always given the best hugs. Tight, warm little cocoons of love that you could burrow into and always feel safe.

He wrapped his own around her, squeezing gently, “Hey, haha.”

After a while they finally released one another, however, Chiyoko quickly cradled her son's cheek.

“How are you feeling, my dear? “she asked

Kojiro bit his lip and shook his head, “He hasn't woken up yet, haha.”

“Oh Raki-”

“Sobo! ”a cheery, high-pitched voice called

Looking back, the two watched as the young boy hurried down the stairs, hopping a couple in his haste to get to his grandmother. His tennis shoes lit up as he landed hard on the final steps, red and blue foxes flashing as he made a break for the door.

Sobo, who's-, “The boy stopped short, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he spotted Kojiro.

“Hey, little buddy, “Kojiro managed a lopsided grin, “Good to see you again.”

Ainoshin gave him a shy smile and a small wave, “Hello, ojisan.”

'At least he doesn't look scared anymore, 'Kojiro thought, 'Wonder if haha has anything to do with that?'

Entering his old home, Kojiro immediately spotted the almost unreasonable amount of children's things around the living room. Books, and action figures, and magazines, and games. Some of the books had battered spines from too many story times, and the toys harbored battle wounds from many moments of play. The only thing that still looked to be in pristine condition was the same leopard from the other night, sitting on the couch watching television with a one-eyed tiger and a panda with a surgical scar across its belly.

Kojiro's mouth fell open in astonishment. His family had never been wealthy, and while his mother and father were certainly responsible for some of these toys, Kaoru would have had to buy the rest of them.

“Now, Sprout, your ojisan and I are going to talk while he makes lunch and you watch TV, okay? “Chiyoko bent down to the boy's level

Ainoshin nodded, a wide smile painted on his face, “Okay!”

Chiyoko ran her hands through the boy's rosy locks, “Good boy, call me if you need me, alright?”

His childhood home's kitchen was like another home to Kojiro in and of itself. Countless days of picking up recipes from the bookshelf his mother held nestled beside the pantry, trying out different meals, sharing plates with Kaoru who sat atop the counters both ribbing him and waiting for him to finish. The memories stored there far outweighed the many more held throughout the house.

“So, what are you making? “Chiyoko chirped as she sat at the dining table, folding her wrinkled hands together

Kojiro thought for a moment, “Hmm, well, we have a little guest, so I guess I'll make some gnocchi mac and cheese and grilled chicken and asparagus?”

It was a more childlike assortment of a meal than what Kojiro normally served, but one had to make do when they were also cooking for a- hmmm?

“How...old is he? “Kojiro looked to the living room. Ainoshin was sat on the couch, his leopard sitting comfortably in his lap, while they both watched five rainbow-colored superheroes fight a tentacle monster on the Tokyo Sky Tree.

“He's still six right now, “Chiyoko answered, “He'll be seven in December.”

The twenty-six-year-old's teeth grinded together. Over half a decade....

Seeing her son's eyes turn to the floor, Chiyoko quickly spoke, “Kaoru wanted to tell you everything himself, but it wouldn't be right to keep you in the dark any longer, “she stood up, “I'll tell you everything I know while I deal with the chicken.”

Kojiro nodded numbly as he pulled the peeler from the utensils drawer, passing a knife to his mother as she passed him. He walked over to the pantry to retrieve the potatoes as she pulled the chicken from the fridge.

As soon as Chiyoko returned to her seat, she began,

“Like I said before, Kaoru showed up at our house that night one week before you were supposed to fly to Sicily. You...never really got to see how badly that man beat him; Kaoru nearly passed out in my arms. It was on our way to the hospital that he told us he was pregnant.”

Chiyoko sighed deeply as her knife sliced through chicken breast, “He told us that his boyfriend broke up with him and went overseas a month and a half ago and that he didn't have any way to contact him.”

'He did more than just break up with him, 'Kojiro thought as he dumped all of the peeled russets into a pot. The day Ainosuke left them was the same day Kojiro watched Kaoru close his heart to the idea of ever loving someone again.

“Answer me, Adam! Why have you changed? ”he remembered the way Kaoru hollered at their old friend

“Humans are bound to evolve, are they not? ”was the non-answer that he was given

“If that's the case then evolve once more! You shouldn't skate like that.”

“No way, besides, I'm out of time. I can't play around with you guys anymore.”

“Kaoru was too good for him anyway, “Kojiro grunted after he filled the pot and put it on the stove to boil

“Was he that terrible? “Chiyoko raised a brow

“No, “Kojiro shook his head as he headed back to the pantry to grab the flour for the gnocchi and bechamel, “He was worse.”

As Ainosuke turned to leave them, Kaoru grabbed onto his shoulder, “Wait a minute.”

“You can't keep me from leaving, Cherry.”

“No, this isn't about that. This is about us, “Kaoru growled, “All this time, did it really mean nothing to you? Running around behind my back with all those different people?”

It still sticks with him now, the way Ainosuke had laughed.

“Ahah! Is that all? “a cruel, miserly smile adorned his lips, “Did you really think our little rendezvouses meant anything? You should have figured out a long time ago that our relationship was nothing but a bit of fun to pass the time.”

Except Kaoru wouldn't have thought that, and Ainosuke would have known not to expect that from him. Kaoru didn't do one-night stands or friends with benefits; he didn't open up easily or say everything he meant. Not Kaoru who, when he got attached to someone, kept them so deep in the innermost parts of his heart that the only way to get him to stop caring for you was to shatter it into so many tiny pieces that he'd spend an eternity picking up the shards.

“You should be less naive, Cherry.“

And then he'd left them for seven long years, but he'd evidently left behind something bigger than a grudge and a tattered heart with his best friend.

“Well, if you didn't like him, I'll take your word for it, “Chiyoko said and then sighed again, “Back then, Kaoru said he'd been looking for an apartment ever since he found out because he knew how his family would react. But then, that night, his otoosan.....Kaoru said he didn't know where else to go.”

“You and chichi were the only other safe place for him, “Kojiro reasoned

It wasn't really a surprise that Kaoru would seek out his mother for help. Nanjo Chiyoko was practically his other mother with how often she doted on the pink-haired male, and her constant demands throughout their adolescence for Kaoru to call her “haha” only added to that.

'Haha got pregnant in her teens too, 'he thought, eyes drifting to the wall of family portraits beside the television. Even if he'd just been looking for a safe place, Kaoru still turned to a logical solution.

Kojiro's mother and father had been together for an awful long time; they'd met in their first year of high school and had been together ever since. Through a series of events that he and his brother were honor-sworn never to replicate, his father had gotten his mother pregnant when she was seventeen and, instead of abandoning her, vowed to stay beside her.

His elder brother, Kichiro, was a grand fifteen years older than him and Kaoru. That was practically an entire lifetime of experience for the then nineteen-year-old to learn from his mother.

“Benjiro tried to convince Kaoru to tell you, but he was pretty adamant about you not knowing, “Chiyoko said, “And I agreed with him.”

“Haha? “Kojiro turned on his mother, sounding breathless

“You'd been working nonstop at that ramen shop for four years to save up for Sicily, “Chiyoko frowned, “When you finally got that acceptance letter in the mail, you cried, Kouki. You'd donated everything in your room that you weren't going to take with you. Your bags were packed, checked, and triple-checked two weeks before your flight. Your lifelong dream was waiting in front of you and we didn't want to ruin that for you. I had to make a choice. And I chose to put your future over your feelings.”

“But Kaoru was scared, haha, I know he had to be scared, “Kojiro walked up and slammed his hands on the kitchen table, “The entire time I was preparing for Sicily I had to deal with the fact that I was leaving him. He hates being alone, and I left him at the time when he needed me the most!”

His impassioned words made his mother's head drop.

“I'm sorry, “she said, almost in a whisper, “Truly, Kouki, I am. You have every right to be angry with me, but I can't say that I'll ever regret my decision.”

Kojiro's eyes shut tight, “I...I'm not angry with you, haha. I'm not angry with either of you. I'm hurt.”

Chiyoko said nothing as her son shuddered, the other night racing through his mind.

“Kaoru...Kaoru could have died that night; I could have lost him. And yet, it was only because of this that I learned that he'd been hiding something so important from me, “he muttered

Kojiro straightened up, sucking in a breath “Thank you, truly, for safeguarding my future, but I wish you would have told me so it could have been my choice.”

Chiyoko nodded.

“I...you know how I feel about Kaoru, “Kojiro held a hand to his forehead

“Of course I do; I think I knew even before you did, “she replied

The rest of the cooking was spent in a doleful silence, the only sound other than the clinking of utensils and the sizzling of grilling meats and vegetables was the chipper tunes of the cartoons from the living room.

“Ah, it smells wonderful, Kouki, “Chiyoko praised as he arranged everything on the table.

“Thanks, haha, “Kojiro offered her a small smile

“Ainoshin! “the woman called, “It's lunchtime!”

“Okay! “the energetic speech of the cartoon's protagonist was abruptly cut off, and the boy trailed inside

“Come on, sit. Come taste your ojisan's cooking, “Chiyoko encouraged

Taking his seat, Ainoshin gave Kojiro another shy look as his grandmother filled his plate.

“I hope you like it, “Kojiro said softly

Taking his fork, the child speared a piece of gnocchi and hesitantly brought it up to his mouth. As he slid the cheese-covered potato dumping into his mouth, his eyes opened wide like saucers.

“So, how is it? “the twenty-six-year-old tilted his head, curious about the child's response

Ainoshin stared down at his plate like it was filled with gold-plated delicacies. Without another moment's hesitation, the boy started shoveling the food inside his mouth like it would disappear at any moment.

“Slow down! “Kojiro held out a hand, shocked, “You don't want to choke.”

“Ehehe, “Chiyoko giggled as Ainoshin bite into a piece of grilled chicken breast

Ainoshin gulped down a huge chunk of food, “I've had this before!”

“You....you have? “Kojiro was puzzled

“Mhmm! “the boy responded before tearing into his meal again

While Kojiro wasn't in the least bit surprised that the food was delicious, he was wholeheartedly confused at the child's voraciousness. He looked imploringly at his mother while the middle-aged woman continued to giggle at them both.

Chiyoko gasped, trying to catch her breath, “Kaoru, “she answered, “Whenever you give him leftovers from Sia La Luce he shares them with Ainoshin, so your cooking is like a special treat to him.”

“Ah, “Kojiro replied, still a bit bewildered at the boy's reaction

“Ainoshin, what should you say to your ojisan? “Chiyoko asked as she started on her own meal

“Thank you, ojisan! “the boy grinned at Kojiro, a bit of grilled asparagus stuck between his teeth

“You're welcome, but slow down. A meal like this should enjoyed, “Kojiro found himself smiling

“Okay! “the boy's grin widened as Kojiro refilled his plate. Picking up his fork again, Ainoshin attended to his meal at a far slower pace.

“Now, Ainoshin, “Chiyoko spoke, “How about you tell your ojisan about your day?”

The three spent their meal in a pleasant conversation. Ainoshin's earlier awkwardness had faded away, and he opened up to Kojiro like a freshly budded flower in the summer. The twenty-six-year-old found himself quickly growing fond of the little boy, his abounding gaiety a balm to the hurt he had sustained thus far.

“So, Ainoshin, what fun things do you like to do? “Kojiro asked as his mother started piling up the dining ware

“I like painting with chichi, and soccer, and baking with chichi, and riding my bike, and...and skateboarding! “the boy chirped joyfully

“Why am I not surprised? 'Kojiro thought as he replied, “Really? That sounds fun!”

“Mhm! Chichi made me my own skateboard, and he takes me to all these nice places so he can teach me new tricks, “the child kicked his feet back and forth under the table

“Oh really? Do you know how to ollie yet?”

“Mhm!”

“Do you know how to tic tac?”

“Uh huh!”

“How about an Alpha Flip, “Kojiro smirked, knowing the child probably hadn't learned it yet

“Nuh uh, chichi hasn't shown me that.”

“Well, how about I show you how to do it?”

“You skate, ojisan?!”

“Yep. Would you like me to teach you?”

“Yes, please!”

Ring Ring Ring!....Ring Ring Ring!

“Oh, just a second, “Kojiro apologized as he answered his phone

“Joe? “a hesitant voice asked from the other end of the line

“Langa? “Kojiro said confusedly and then immediately became alarmed at the anxiousness that colored the normally stoic teen's tone, “What's wrong?”

“It's...Shadow.”

--

-X-

“Is the car ready?”

“Yes, Ainosuke-sama.”

“My shoes?”

“Polished and by the door.”

“My obasans?”

“Already left.”

“Good.”

Shindo Ainosuke smiled to himself as he stood in front of the full-length mirror of his bedroom fixing his tie and inspecting his hair. Not a single midnight blue strand was out of place, and he hummed to himself as his tie laid flat and straight and as his assistant helped him into his still warm, freshly steamed blazer.

“Oh, Puppy? “the man sang as he twirled around, fastening his buttons, “Have you finished that little to-do list of mine?”

“Yes, Ainosuke-sama, everything is in order, ”Tadashi replied as he picked up the other man's bag from his nightstand, double-checking for his cigarette case, deodorizer, and phone

The Shindo family head strode over to the door, slipping on his dress shoes. “Did you send my lovely Snow my gift? It's only been a couple of days, yet this separation feels almost unbearable. I can't wait until the semi-finals are over so that we can finally skate together again! “he sighed dreamily

“A bouquet of red hibiscus was bought from Tulip and delivered to Hasegawa Langa's doorstep at 12:30 pm.”

“Excellent! And what of my burgundy rose? ”the politician trilled

“I've ordered a copy of Sakurayashiki-san's most recent medical records; they should be here tonight. Juro-san brought over a copy of the police report this morning, and Seto-san will tow Sakurayashiki's van from S to the back of Sia La Luce tonight as you've requested.”

“Mm, I suppose we should be on our way then, shouldn't we?”

“I'm right behind you, sir.”

The halls of the Shindo Manor were silent, except for the clacking of the family head's shoes against the dark, hardwood floors. Servants moving through the halls walked slowly and quietly, almost as if tiptoeing around shattered glass. They stopped to bow to their master, only rising when he was well out of arm's reach.

“What's on my schedule after this? “Ainosuke asked as the head butler opened the front door for them

“You have dinner plans with Fukunaga-sensei, and then you slotted time after reporting to the Madams to exercise before your bath. Finally, you wished to watch a reel of Hasegawa Langa's last beef before bed.”

Brrrrrbrrrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrrrbrrrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrrrbrrrrrrrr

“A moment, sir, “the secretary said as he took out his phone

“Report, “Tadashi answered the line

A rushed, frantic voice sounded over the other end of the line along with a stream of curses and the honks of car horns. Tadashi took all of this in stride, his face showing nothing, not unlike a blank sheet of computer paper.

“Is he still alive? “Tadashi asked blandly, only to be rewarded with another set of expletives.

Standing in the driveway, Ainosuke tapped his foot impatiently.

After a short while, the telltale beep of the end of the call had Tadashi putting away his device, his lips pressed together into the thinnest line possible.

“What is it, Puppy?”

“It's Shadow, sir. One of the lower-ranked skaters just attacked him in a parking garage.”

--

“Higa-san, do you have any idea as to why this man would want to hurt you?”

Maybe it was the side effect of the concussion, or maybe it was even a migraine coming on; either way, Hiromi felt like his head wanted to detach itself from his body and roll around on the floor for a while before it finally exploded.

The hospital room looked somewhat similar to the one Kaoru had been laid up in. The beige curtains were drawn so that the sun's light wouldn't make his nausea worse. The dimmer switch was pulled down halfway to give him some comfort, their low lights casting small shadows along the cream-colored walls and framed pictures of amaryllis and orchids. A thin, white blanket rested across his lap, and several pillows achored his head and back.

“Honestly, I've never seen the guy a day in my life, “Hiromi lied easily, pressing two fingers to his forehead as if that would take the nausea away. “All I know is that he was coming for my boss with a metal bat talking about some girl of his. Other than that, I have no idea why he would have a problem with me.”

The officer muttered a few choice words under his breath along with something that sounded like a word of disbelief, and while Hiromi wanted to feel angry and annoyed at both the idiot that put him in this situation and the people crowding around him, at the moment, all he could feel was anxiety and dread.

'This could end badly, 'the florist thought, 'it's only been a couple days since we brought Kaoru here, and now both of us are laying up in the same hospital.'

The man had honestly tried to avoid this place, tried to talk the EMTs into taking him to another hospital. However, the blood flowing down his skull, the teary-eyed “thank yous” and “please help him"s of his manager, and their sworn duty to get him quick and efficient care had convinced them to take him to the nearest facility.

“Is there any possible way that this individual could be connected to the incident with Sakurayashiki-sensei? “it could not have been a coincidence that one of the people questioning him were the same from the other night

“Like I said, I don't know him. Plus, it's not like we got a good look at the driver, so I really wouldn't be able to tell you, “Hiromi shrugged, and instantly regretted the action as his stomach flipped

The officers shared a look, “Is it possible-”

“Excuse me, “his shoulders slumped in relief as the nurse walked through the door. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this short, the patient needs rest to fully heal and your constant questions are only hindering that.”

One of the women clicked their tongue, “I'm afraid we need answers to our inquiries, ma'am. We've just apprehended a violent criminal, and we'll need all the evidence we can to put him away.”

“Well he's not going anywhere, “the nurse's gloved hand found their way to her hips, “He has a concussion. He'll still be here within the next couple days. If not, I'm sure he can find his way to the police station.”

The officers looked like they wanted to argue, but the nurse moved around them, picking up Hiromi's chart, “The doctor has decided to up his dose of painkillers; in just a few minutes he won't be able to tell right from left. Are the words of a drugged-up man going to hold up in court?”

She was a stubborn old woman and strong too. Hiromi's mouth fell open in awe she practically started pushing the men and women out of the room with her deceivingly slender arms.

“It happened in a parking garage, right? Surely there could be cameras that you can look at instead of bothering my ailing patient? “she tapped her heels against the floor

One of the officers stumbled into the wall as their colleagues shuffled out, annoyed looks planted on all of their faces.

“We'll be in touch, Higa-san, “one of them barely got to respond before the doors closed

“Now, let's see this chart again, “the nurse muttered. “You were very brave today.”

“It was just the right thing to do, “Hiromi replied as she checked his drip

“Still, “she smiled, “It takes courage to jump in front of something like that.”

It was only a few more minutes before the nurse was finished with him.

“I'll come back later with your dinner. Rest well, Higa-san, “the nurse turned the dimmer switch all the way down as she stepped out

“Wait, wasn't the doctor going to up my meds? “Hiromi blinked

“Ehehe, “the nurse chuckled and gave him a wink as she closed the door

Hiromi huffed, grateful and amused. Alone, he was finally able to close his eyes and get down as comfortably as he could in the flat bed and thin sheets. After a while, he could feel the nausea slowly ebb away, leaving him drowsy and content.

“Mmm, “he found himself mumbling into his pillow

The cold air of the room was lulling the man into a deeper bed of unconsciousness. The pillows grew softer and the blanket hugged him tighter as-

Knock knock knock!

“Huh! “Hiromi shot up, eyes blinking rapidly and head spinning from side to side

Another knock at the door grabbed his attention.

“Huh? “he grunted, taking a second to look at the clock. Only a few hours had passed, “Is it dinnertime already?”

“No, I just thought the Anti-Hero needed a reward for his valiant efforts today, “a familiar voice extolled as the door slid open. A hand reached out into the shadows and turned up the lights just a hair.

“Kojiro? “Hiromi asked, blinking in surprise, “Shouldn't you be at home?”

“Langa called me, so I ran and picked him up, and we came over as fast as we could, “the twenty-six-year-old replied, “He saw Reki though, so he ran off.”

“Figures. Kids, “Hiromi shuffled back into his sheets

The florist took his chance to look the chef up and down. He didn't look good; there was still a tightness at the corner of his eyes, and his smile still wasn't as bright as it usually was, but, still, it was a far cry from the slouched-over, haggard, blood-covered wreck that he was sitting next to not that long ago. He smiled as the other shut the door.

“What you got? “Hiromi asked as Kojiro set a bag down on his lap, “Please tell me it's not bitter melon?”

“I got some fresh fruit, no fruit sandwiches cause I thought the cream might upset your stomach, a couple bento, some katsu sandwiches, and some water and electrolytes, “Kojiro smiled

“Aww man, no Italian? “Hiromi joked as he pulled out a bottle of Picari Sweat

“My sous chef kicked me out, so I ended up visiting my parents today, “Kojiro let out a small, deep laugh, “It was, uh, it was interesting.”

“Did you..., “Hiromi paused to take a drink, “Did you get to ask about the kid?”

Kojiro let out a grunt and cracked his knuckles. “Yeah, he was...he's staying with my parents for now. He's a good kid. He unsurprisingly loves skating, and I promised to teach him a couple tricks.”

Hiromi shook his head as Kojiro took a seat beside his bed, “Please don't tell me he skates with AI too?”

“Pretty sure that's going to stay Kaoru specific, “Kojiro leaned back, taking a moment before he responded again, “They moved him to the ICU yesterday.”

Hiromi blanched, “I read the news earlier. How're you holding up?”

“I'm perfectly fine, “the chef replied, “And I think that might be my biggest problem.”

“It's not like you could have stopped it from happening, “Hiromi set his bottle down on the nightstand

Kojiro's eyes pinched, “You know, whenever I blink or close my eyes, all I can see is that moment?”

Hiromi stayed silent.

Kojiro let out a deep sigh, “I should've dragged him away from that goddamn starting line.”

“He would've killed you if you got him disqualified.”

“And I'd rather have him hate me than have him being laid up here in a coma.”

Kojiro leaned forward, tapping his fingertips together.

“In any other scenario, whether he got disqualified or lost normally, I could do something. Make him a meal, take him on a vacation, anything, I could do anything, “he let out a breath, “But all I can do right now is wait.”

Hiromi reached over squeezing his shoulder, and Kojiro reached up and patted his hand.

“Old man?”

The two turned towards the door. A short figure stood in the entryway rubbing at his eyes.

“Miya, what are you doing here? “Kojiro asked

The thirteen-year-old was still dressed in his uniform, his skateboard clutched in one, trembling hand and his bag strapped tight to his back.

Miya coughed, blinking his red, watery eyes, “I, uh, stopped by Tulip after practice, and your manager told me what happened.” He took a minute to compose himself, “I came to make sure they put your skull back together correctly.”

“Brat, “Hiromi grunted, though smiled nonetheless, “Wait..is that?”

Poking out of the boy's backpack was a familiar black and purple board.

“Carla! “Kojiro exclaimed, “We left her at S.”

“I went and grabbed her, “Miya sniffed, “Before my beef with Snake. I couldn't....she won't turn on.”

Pushing the skateboard into Kojiro's hands, the man tapped at the C in the middle of the board.

“Carla? “Kojiro called to her in the hopes that the board might just activate just to insult him

“......, “the AI didn't respond. The board stayed completely dark.

Miya and Hiromi watched as Kojiro laid the board across his, reaching into the center of the board to remove the C-shaped control apparatus.

“Carla, “Kojiro frowned as he ran a finger over the cracks in the device

Returning the C to its slot, the twenty-six-year-old gave the skateboard a mournful look before laying it on the ground. Seeing his dejected face, Miya was quick to change the subject.

“There's a notice from the capmen on the forums. The guy that whacked Shadow was banished from the mountain.”

“What! Really? “Hiromi reached his hand out as Miya retrieved his phone and Kojiro arched a brow, “Lemme see that.”

Both men gaped at the screen, one in shock and the other in disgust.

“Jeez, the capmen work quick! “Hiromi exclaimed. “It's only been like a few hours since it happened, but they got this guy up on a not allowed list? Has that ever even happened before, somebody being banished?”

“It's Adam, “Kojiro muttered, his eyes growing dark. “That guy put all of S in danger when he attacked you, so he has to lay down some type of punishment to send a message to all the others.”

“Ironic considering... “Hiromi stopped himself, “Regardless, the cops are still suspicious of you and me. It's not a good look for me to end up here right after Kaoru. They might suspect it's gang-related or worse.”

“Just keep to our story, Kaoru was a hit and run, your's was a coincidence. It's not like they have any evidence to say otherwise, “Kojiro shook his head, “They'll give up eventually.”

“Hopefully, “Hiromi went back for his drink

“They put up an update earlier about you being disqualified too, “Miya said as he scrolled up for them to see

“Who do you think Adam's gonna choose? “Miya asked

Hiromi rubbed his chin, “Huh, they'll probably choose someone who lost in the semi-finals. Probably you, huh, Joe?”

The chef's eyes narrowed, “I don't think Adam's dumb enough to get on the track with me right now.”

Kojiro's fists clenched. Just the thought of being in such close proximity to the Matador lit his nerves on fire.

“Then, “the florist looked to Miya, concerned, “How did your beef with Snake go?”

“I lost, “the teen frowned, sitting down on the edge of Hiromi's bed, “Do you think he'll choose me?”

“If he does, then you forfeit, “Kojiro instructed, crossing his arms

“Huh? “Miya blinked, “But-”

“Miya, “Kojiro interrupted, “You're a good skater, but listen to me. If Adam can bring himself to do what he did to Kaoru, he can and will do worse to you. Please, forfeit if he chooses you.”

Miya's lips pursed, and his eyes got a bit misty, “You guys used to be his friends, right? Why would he do that? How could he....”

Kojiro sighed, rubbing the back of his head, “We were friends, yeah, and I'm even sure that at one point we probably meant something to the guy, “he paused, a lingering sadness pumping through his heart, “But none of that matters; he obviously doesn't want anything to do with us anymore...and I'm done reaching out.”

“Maybe you guys didn't mean as much to him as he meant to you? “Hiromi offered

“If it was me in a coma right now, I'd agree with you one hundred percent, but it's Kaoru, and he and Adam... “Kojiro stopped himself, lips curling down in anger at the events seven years ago

Miya's brow rose, “Adam and Cherry were close? “the boy's voice was smothered in awe

The past jumped to the forefront of Kojiro's mind. Two teens sitting shoulder to shoulder on a full-sized bed while eating from their banquet of fast-food cheeseburgers, pizza, fries, chicken fingers, and liquor from the pilfered cabinet downstairs while the three of them watched one of the American noir films that Ainosuke was fond of and Kaoru illegally downloaded. Deft hands wrapping bandages around two badly bleeding knees after Kaoru messed up his crail slide anti-casper combo. Kaoru and he learning that Ainosuke had never been allowed to eat chocolate, and Kaoru ordering him a personalized cake for his birthday. The night Kaoru was late meeting up at the underpass, so Adam and he went to fetch him, only to hear Kaoru's father deadnaming him and snapping his board in two; the next night Adam showed up with an extra skateboard, a little gift tag with the name “Kaoru” on it saying far much more than it should've.

“Neither of them had great childhoods growing up, “Kojiro replied as the final memories of Ainosuke's scarred arms and Kaoru's hoarse voice came forth, “I think they bonded over that, and skateboarding brought them even closer.

“That's even worse! “Miya gripped the sheets on the bed, “If they were that close, and he still chose to...”

“It was the only way he was going to win, “he sounded disgusted with himself as he said it

Miya sniffed, “He's a monster. No, a demon.”

Kojiro wasn't feeling generous enough to say otherwise.

Hiromi reached into his bag and handed Miya a fruit cup, “He's doing all this cause he wants to skate with Snow.”

“And that idiot doesn't know when to quit, “Miya looked to the side, “Joe...will you take me to see Cherry?”

Kojiro gave the boy a glum look, “Right, you haven't gotten to see him yet, have you?”

Miya shook his head, “No, they said they won't let a thirteen-year-old into the ICU unattended.”

Kojiro hummed, “Not surprising.”

“If you're going to go, best do it before it gets late. While this hospital allows regular visits 24/7, they restrict access to intensive care for patient safety, ”Hiromi interjected

Miya gave the twenty-six-year-old a pleading look, “Please?”

Kojiro thought to himself. He hadn't had the strength to visit the ICU himself yet, his fear and failure mocking him for his lack of action. He didn't know how he would react if he saw Kaoru again like he was before.

He glanced at Miya. The boy looked to be holding himself up with stubbornness alone. His eyes were still red, and his palms were still shakey. Before, Kojiro hadn't acknowledged the tears in the teen's eyes for the sake of the boy's feelings, but he wasn't blind to the fact that he wasn't the only one struggling.

“It might make him feel a little better, “Kojiro thought, “To see that he's alive, if not awake.”

With a grunt, Kojiro stood up and stretched.

“Come on, Miya, grab Carla and let's go.”

The teen hurried to comply while Hiromi said, “You got my number. Text me if you need me, alright?”

“The only thing I need from you is for you to get better, “Kojiro replied, “I'll be fine. I just....need some time.”

“Joe, come on, if you keep talking we might be too late, “Miya complained and then pointed at Hiromi, “And you, don't be reckless and come out of here even dumber than you already are!”

Hiromi squawked, “Brat!”

Kojiro huffed at the two, “Alright, alright, let's go. I'm sure there's a ten-step process before they even let us into that wing.”

“Then let's hurry!”

“Right behind you.”

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And part 2 is done! I hope you all are enjoying it so far.

Original Character List: Sakurayashiki Ainoshin – Kaoru's son Nanjo Chiyoko – Kojiro's mother Nanjo Benjiro – Kojiro's father Nanjo Kichiro – Kojiro's elder brother Takahashi Kioko – Kaoru's friend and babysitter Fujimori Teijo – Sous Chef of Sia La Luce Miyamoto Miyoko – Sous Chef of Sia La Luce Kawasaki Jona – Cook at Sia La Luce Tagawa Rioto– Cook at Sia La Luce Yuri – Cook at Sia La Luce Raisei – Cook at Sia La Luce Shino – Cook at Sia La Luce Satoshi – Server at Sia La Luce Uehara Sayuri – Manager of Sia La Luce, Member of S Juro – Capmen Seto – Capmen Fukunaga – A fellow Diet Member of Ainosuke's Dr. Eto - ER General Surgeon

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Chichi – Papa Sobo – Grandma Haha – Mama Okaasan – Mother Otoosan – Father Oneesan – Elder sister Ojisan - Uncle

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I chose the name Ainoshin for Adam and Cherry's son because I not only wanted to keep up the trend of Shindo men's name starting with the character “Ai”/”Love”, but for it's meaning as well. For Ainoshin, I chose the meaning “Love this Heart”, both in reference to Ainosuke's want for somebody to be by his side and his Eve Quest and Kaoru's grudge, overall feelings towards his old friend, and his fear of loneliness.

I almost went with the meaning “Love those Feelings”, but I eventually decided that the above was a better fit.

What do you all think? Do you like the first meaning, or should I have went with the second?

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If you aren't familiar with the language of flowers, Burgundy Rose means “Unconcious Beauty”, however, instead of using it's true meaning, Ainosuke was using it literally in jest.

Red Hibiscus means “Passion, Love, and Romance”.

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Fun fact: I rewrote the first part five different times! I wanted to get in a mixture of dread, fear, and shock, while also staying as close to Kojiro's character as I could. He's not one for full mental breakdowns, but he does get emotional in episodes ten and eleven for both Kaoru and Reki respectively. I also had to factor in that I made Kaoru's injuries a bit worse- or realistic, however you want to look at it- and think about how the unknowns of his condition and the sudden appearance and realization of lies of those closest to him would affect Kojiro as well.

Second fun fact: when I drafted this I thought I could make this a ten chapter fic and that Kaoru would be awake at the end of chapter two. Well, we see how that ended up didn't we? I now estimate this will be in between 20-25 chapters. I am doing my utmost damnest to keep it below 40, but if I can't, then shit happens.

Third fun fact: when going over the draft for this I realized that with the way I had it, Reki wouldn't show up for a while, so I endeavored to add in some scenes so that we can have our- currently very depressed- red head.

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#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 reki #sk8 adam #sk8 tadashi #sk8 fanfic #sk8 miya #sk8 shadow #my writing

[what-breaks-my-heart]

After Liang Chen sang a few songs for Lu Jing, Lu Jing took the mic and sang <You Have Me> to her.

Bad singing aside, that was so meaningful to Liang Chen because despite all the love and care she’s been receiving from the people in her life, Lu Jing was the only one whose love and care didn’t feel like he was pressuring her into accepting them.

And the lyrics.. I mean the lyrics itself was an embodiment of the way he loved and cared for her.

Come to think of it, it’s funny how Lu Jing’s way of caring for Liang Chen is kind of the opposite of what she used to describe university students; pure and naive, passionate, and physically strong. Nice and obedient? I would say 50-50 😂😆

And the way he cared for her was exactly what Liang Chen needed at the time, especially when dealing with her grief.

#love scenery #lin yi #xu lu #cdrama #I teared up while watching this scene and I'm still having a running nose even though it's been an hour

[tojithesourcererkiller]

Whoopsie Daisy

Nanami x GN clumsy reader

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Notes- I had one of my Anons (shout out to 💳💥 anon) request for a Nanami and clumsy reader so here is a small drabble again! Kinda tempted to start working full length writing again but I've like no time recently lmaoo

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You'd think being a full time jujutsu sorcerer that Nanami Kento wouldn't find many things frightening and honestly for most of his life he didn't, never had any silly phobias, he could easily sit through horror movies and not jump at a single thing, you could say that Nanami was a fearless man, well he was...until he met them.

Y/N L/N.

a newly promoted Grade 1 sorcerer.

A lot doesn't scare Nanami but even sensing their presence is enough to run a chill down his back but not for the reasons you'd think. Being a grade 1 sorcerer means that they can obviously hold their own in a fight, Their quite strong and will go out their way to protect anyone from harms way, They always seem to be extreamly happy considering the path their career path but the thing that scares Nanami isn't their power.

Its their clumsiness.

You'd being at such a high grade that Y/N would be able to know how to avoid such petty injuries such as bruised heads from walking into doors, broken bones from trying to jump out of a tree or even concussions from walking into poles.

Every time Nanami crosses their path they seem to have a new injure from the most mundane activates such as of now, Nanami had been requested to Yaga's office to discuss the future of Itadori Yujji alongside with Gojo but rather being met with principle Yaga Nanami is met with the scene of Y/N nurising their nose with a icepack mumbling out a string of curse words as gojo is lounging on the chair across from taking photos on his phone relishing in the Grade Ones pain.

Letting out a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose while taking a seat beside Y/N before removing the ice pack to inspect their injury

"Do I even want to ask what happened this time?”

looking up to nanami with a small pout as he still inspects their injury Y/N sends a sharp glare to gojo before sighing and looking away

"someone thought it was a good idea to let the first years stay up all night and watch scary movies...the same person that had that great idea also decided to try scare them while I also walked in the room to grab my charger and well..."

Y/N gestured to their face and went to speak again before they were cut off by gojo

"BAP right to the nose! honestly kinda proud my babies reflexes are still strong" Gojo exclaims as he places on hand over his heart wiping away a fake tear with the other.

As Nanami let out another defeted sigh he brought the icepack back to Y/Ns face while also sending a sharp glare towards gojo

"well I'm glad you think that this situation is funny but Id like to remind you about the dangers of your students striking passer bys whenever their scared"

Turning to look to Y/N Nanami continuted to inspect their face for any other injuries

"and for you can you please try and at least be careful and not send me into a early grave with worry"

Chuckling before yelping in pain Y/N leaned their head on nanami's shoulder and wrapped their arms around his torso

"aw he cares for me!" letting out a genuine laugh Y/N let go of nanami before taking a hold of his hand and looked to him with a smile of determination

"you don't need to worry about me! no matter what I get hit with I'll always get back up!"

letting out a chuckle and giving their hand a squeeze nanami looked to them and returned a small smile

"yeah, yeah you will"

Nanami never feared much Until he met Y/N, Both the sweetest and the most clumsiest person he knows who somehow stole his heart now he only fears a life without Y/N and their chaos.

#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustu kaisen nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami kento #x reader #x male reader #x gn reader

[books-and-catears]

Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

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Marvel x Chubbyreader imagine

Imagine going shopping and one of the employees/customers bodyshaming you.

You find a cute dress and try it on. You get out of the dressing room and Tony's awestruck expression is enough for you to beam with pride.

" What do you think ?"

For once, Tony remains silent and only takes out his credit card as an answer.

" I'm buying this dress, and there's nothing you can do about it."

You giggle, but then someone's nasty comment makes it's way in your ear.

" Look at all that fat, it even moves when she laughs. It's disgusting. Nobody wants to see that.."

Tony stops dead in his tracks and turns towards the man with a fake smile before simply stating.

" You're fired."

The employee only laughs mockingly before replying confidently.

" I don't even work for you."

But, Tony walks to him and stares right at him with a death stare.

" I don't care, a**h*le. I buy the shop, thereby I become your boss and fire you. Now, get out of my sight before I pulverize your a**."

The employee doesn't say anything else and just walks away, not before glancing one last time at you with hatred. Tony wraps his arm around you defensively until he is definitely gone. However, the damage has been done and you finally utter weakly.

" M..Maybe I should just put the dress back.."

But, Tony doesn't let go and whispers in your ear in an hungry tone.

" Don't you dare.."

He then pays for the dress and as soon as you're in the car, he kisses you with such passion that it takes your breath away.

" Home ?"

You ask and he nods before replying in agreement.

" Home."

You already knew that Bucky was handsome..But, that didn't mean that it hurt less when people made comments about it. You spot a beautiful dress and the employee quickly takes out the dress with a huge smile.

" Here you go ! I'm sure you'll be perfect in it !"

You smile happily and nod before entering the dressing room. However, you don't even have to time to get out that you hear the same employee talking to one of the other customers.

" Oh my God ! Did you see that ?! It's a shame to let oneself go this far ! They look like a freaking mammoth in a dress. If she is like this..I can only imagine the man accompanying her !"

You don't dare get out as they start laughing together. You feel tears in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. However, the door of your dressing room opens and Bucky gets in, worried since you seemed to be taking a long time. The moment his eyes land on you, he finds you gorgeous in the dress and promises himself to buy it. But then, he sees you face and crouches in front of you with a worried expression.

" What happened ?"

You don't have to answer as the employee outside makes her voice heard again.

" Are you finished, miss ? Or do you have some trouble putting it on ? Do you want a bigger size ?"

He automatically understands and clenches his jaw, glaring at the door before looking back at you with a small smile.

" Did you hear that doll ? Sounded like a death wish to me.."

He takes your hand and kicks the door open, shocking the woman that falls on her butt and looks up at the you with a glare, not noticing Bucky standing behind you.

" Watch where you're going, you big ugly..!"

She doesn't have the time to finish her sentence as Bucky steps out and crouches in front of her to take her by the jaw harshly.

" Next time you even look at her with anything else than admiration or respect, I will make sure that you can't look at all..Understood ?"

The woman only nods in agreement and Bucky stands up, satisfied. He takes you by the waist and leaves the shop after having paid for the dress. You arrive in the parking and Bucky opens the door of his car for you.

" Now, let's go dancing..Okay ?"

Bucky asks and, when you don't answer, he turns around to see you with a frown on your face.

" Are you sure we should still go on that date ? People will still look at us and I think it would maybe be better if..Mmmmppphhh !"

You don't have the time to finish your sentence that he pins you to a nearby wall and kisses you with his hand wrapped around your throat.

" Now, I will only accept two answers from you. Dancing or kissing ? Your choice."

You smile and kiss him hungrily again. Looks like the choice is made.

" Yuck..Look at those stretch marks. They should go cover all of that up.."

Sam can't believe what he is hearing and looks at the man with anger radiating from him. You want to say that it's fine, but Sam doesn't give up and glares at the man while trying to remain calm.

" Man, shut the hell up. She is perfect in every way and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with having tiger stripes. It just means that if you were in the wild, they would be the one surving.."

You have tears in your eyes at his beautiful metaphor, but the man only laughs mockingly while eyeing you up and down.

" If the tiger is as slow and overfed as this one, won't be a problem outrunning it.."

Sam walks towards the employee and stands just in front of him before replying.

" That's where you're wrong..because this tiger is always accompanied by a falcon that will not hesitate before ripping the eyes of its prey.."

He doesn't understand until Sam punches him straight in the nose. The man whimpers in pain on the floor while Sam doesn't wait before grabbing your hand and stepping over the whimpering man.

" Come on, tiger..Let's go home.."

Vision was clearly excited when you asked him if he wanted to go shopping with you. He was starting to worry about you as you hadn't come out of your room for a while. When you both arrive, your eyes immediately see a very interesting dress that you want to try automatically. It calls you and you drag Vision along as he looks at you with a wide smile, happy to see you so happy. You take the dress and try it on. However, when you get out, you didn't plan on another person being there.

" Oh my God ! You're going to damage the dress ! Take it off !"

The man nearly shrieks and Vision frowns up at the man.

" What do you mean ? You think the dress isn't a good fit ?"

The man sneers in disdain before lookin at you with clear disgust written all over his features.

" No..SHE's not a good fit for the dress.."

Vision's eyes widen perceptibly and you can see his fingers digging into the arms of the chair. However, he still succeeds in remaining calm and answers with cold smile.

" Oh, I see..Apologies my good sir, I thought you were just mistaking, but I can see now that you're just a moron."

The man is shocked and gapes at the insult like a fish out of water.

" What did you call me ?!"

He finally shouts in indignation, but Vision, far from being intimidated, only continues to smile falsely before repeating.

" A moron. Should I repeat it again, sir ? Are you perhaps deaf ?"

The man becomes as red as a tomato and wants to slap Vision that only takes a step to the side. In an instant, he restrains the man on the floor and, in his usual polite smile, says.

" Now, the lady here is doing her best to manage her insecurities. It took weeks for me to reassure her that she is perfectly fine, and you ? You just destroyed all of my efforts with one sentence."

He is about to break the man's arm when you gently run your hand on his back soothingly. He seems to remember where he is and gets up in an instant. He then takes you by the hand to pay for the dress and get out of the shop. You wait until you are in the parking lot before stopping and making him look at you. He seems as upset as you and you try to calm him down by gently kissing him on the lips.

" Sorry..He just was so mean to you and I.."

You kiss him again and he finally melts into the kiss.

" Never say sorry for acting heroically..You acted amazing out there.."

He smiles proudly before picking you up.

" Vision ! What are you doing ?!"

You exclaim before he answers with a small smile.

" I'm taking my wife home."

He then takes back his original form and flies up in the air.

" Miss, I need you to step out of the dress. There is the scale on your right, we don't accept anything outside of size Medium in here."

You are about to reply when Scott suddenly stands up and glares at the salesman.

" No one. Tells. My. Wife. That. She. Looks. Fat."

Scott would normally go with the pacifist approach, but when it comes to directly insulting you about the thing that you're most insecure about ? Get prepared for full-on mad Scott. He will make a scene. He will physically attack the employee. It will take you to physically restrain him from scratching the man too much. He will ask to talk to his boss and will not go without a sincere apology. Don't mess with angry Scott.

" Get up ! Come on ! I'm not finished with you !"

He wouldn't say anything because you told him that you didn't want him to kill anyone again. But give him the chance ? And he would take the man's tongue and cut it so he may never speak again.

" Come on, let's go, Loki..The dress is not that important anyway.."

You take his hand and try to gently guide him outside of the dressing lounge. But, the employee adds before you could avoid any more problems.

" Yeah..The dress would be wasted on you anyway.."

This is the last straw. He turns towards the man with a dagger in hand and threatens him by putting it against his throat.

" One more word, and I will skin you like the pitiful human scum that you are ! Now, address one more time to my future wife with this sort of disgusting behavior, and your may find a thousand snakes hidden in your bed."

You drag him outside, grabbing your clothes and paying quickly. Loki frowns, upset at the fact that you didn't let him finish. You run out and it's only when you're in the car that you turn towards Loki with tears in your eyes.

" Loki. One more complaint and they will throw you in a cell again. Is that really what you want ?! Don't make idiots the reason we are separated again.."

He understands your concern and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb before kissing your forehead.

" Never..I just don't like how people treat you around here. It's so unusual. In Asgard, we don't care about the size, we care about how a woman fights. Here, you are called weak by strangers, and when you try to defend yourself, you are blamed. It just doesn't make any sense.."

You laugh at his perplexity before answering him with a kiss on the cheek.

" Never change, Loki.."

Sometimes, when you're alone like this, Loki seems almost innocent. He hasn't been shaped to understand human flaws, he even has trouble understanding why. But, this is why you love him.

" Hey, fata**! Move out of the way ! You are blocking my view !"

A customer yells at you as you just got out of the dressing room. She tries to get in, but Stephen only arks an eyebrow and uses his time stone on her.

" W..Where..?"

She stammers and Stephen quickly answers.

" You are in my realm. I was just checking if you are relevant in any dimension or time-line..Guess what ? You are not. I could send you to another planet and nobody would come looking for you. Now, do I make myself clear when I say to never speak so rudely to anyone again, and especially not her ?"

The woman nods her head vividly and Stephen smiles before making them both come back to reality. The customer looks shocked for a moment, but she only humphs and walks away. You look at him with an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

" Stephen..What did you do ?"

You ask, but he only smiles innocently at you.

" Nothing, dear. Just had to get some things done..By the way, this dress is lovely. I'll pay for it."

You quickly nod and get back in the dressing room. However, you can't seem to be able to open the back zip and finally ask for Stephen's help. He wants to act casual, but is still nervous when you ask for his help..He still enters and pulls the zip down, marveling on the exposed skin of your back in the process. He slowly runs his fingers up and down your back before kissing your neck shortly and getting out. You still smile. At least, you had your approval on the dress..

The moment you enter, everybody stares at you, Thor had insisted on coming with you in his mighty armor and you just knew it would attract many eyes..and the comments didn't take long to arrive..

" Did you see that ?! How did she manage to pull him off ?! I mean..Why her ?! It's surprising."

You hide behind Thor in shame and he quickly notices why. He approaches the man and leans in front of him with a fake smile.

" Is it though ?"

The employee seems taken aback and takes a moment to answer.

" What ?"

" Surprising ? Is it normal for humans to act in such a way when they have flaws themselves ? I mean, your brain is the size of a poptart, and you don't see me complaining about it now, do I ? I don't think you're even worthy of gazing upon her. She's a queen. A woman who has been by my side from the beginning to the end and who never left my side, even when death was upon us. Would you have done the same ? What are you compared to her ?"

Both you and the employee are shocked by Thor's words and he then takes you by the waist to kiss you in front of everyone, even going as far as squeezing your hips. You blush vividly, but he then takes a step back and looks around before shouting for everyone to hear while pointing you with his index.

" This is my woman ! She is just the way I want her and if everyone has a problem with that, he can come and talk to me !"

That quickly shuts everyone up and he then takes your hand, having spotted a very gorgeous red dress that he just knows would look good on you..or off you. 😏😂

Thor can be very confused about many human things, but he knows when something is wrong with his human and will do everything to make you feel better.

He wouldn't say anything, but as soon as your home..He would take his arrows and bow.

" Where are you going ?"

" Out."

He would simply reply and you already know that if you let him go, the employee will be psychologically scarred for the rest of his life..You post yourself in front of the door and refuse to let him pass.

" Come on, darling. Move. I just wanna talk to him..I just wanna talk to him.."

He would try to reassure you, but then, he would remember how ashamed you seemed when buying said dress. His mindset completely shifts to murderous mode as he tries to get past you.

" I just wanna kill him..I just wanna kill him.."

You wrap your arms around his waist and refuse to move.

" Come on ! You're stronger than this, my love ! Don't do it !"

He finally sighs in defeat before nodding in agreement. However, he takes you by the arms for you to get up and gently kisses you.

" I would do anything for you..Okay ?"

You smile and nod, knowing that he means it.

" I know.."

" Hey there.."

You try to ignore the woman openly flirting with your boyfriend, but it's hard when she whispers something in his ear. Something that makes him cross his arms and frown.

" I'm sorry ?"

He says, apparently confused and the woman only giggles before wrapping her arms around his arm.

" You heard me cutie, come with me and leave the pig behind.."

You nearly choke on your own saliva as she repeats high enough for you to hear..You turn around and see an angry Steve that suddenly gets up and glares down at the woman.

" Oh no..You misunderstood. I was genuinely sorry for the fact that no amount of make-up will ever be able to cover your mean heart. Now, leave us Regina George, before I decide to make you leave."

The woman's eyes widen and she turns around with a loud dramatic humph. In an instant, Steve is by your side and covers your face with kisses.

" Don't listen to her. She isn't worth it..And her perfume was just horrible, I need to wash it off when we get home."

You smile with tears in your eyes, reassured and extremely grateful for having such a perfect man in your life..

" Wait..How do you know Mean Girls ?"

You suddenly inquire as you remember that the movie only got out a few years ago..He smiles before blushing almost embarrassingly. He then admits while massaging the back of his neck with his hand nervously.

" I decided to culture myself..And I also heard Hawkeye talk about how his girl has been going crazy over that movie..So, I decided to check it out.."

Your eyes widen at the information and you smile almost mischievously.

" This is actually very "unlike" you, Rogers..Listening on doors..Are you turning to the Dark Side of the Force ?"

He looks back at you with an arked eyebrow, visibly confused and you sigh loudly.

" Oh come on ! Star Wars ! Don't tell me you've watched Mean Girls but never heard about Star Wars ! "

He only shrugs and you suddenly take him by the arm to drag him towards the exit.

" B..But the dress ?!"

He exclaims and you only reply with a slight grin.

" The dress can wait. We've got other very important matters to intend to !"

He suddenly gets out of your grip to run to get the dress and pay for it before coming back to you. He then grabs your hand with a huge smile.

" Now, we can go."

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[mywritingonlyfans]

A fic about sucking / Smut with Damiano David

warnings: it's what the anon said, it's smut! like just smut!

a/n: i hope you don't mind but i'm taking some stuff you guys send and writing and yeah, i'm back. oh, and it's small, 1,378 words of pure smut

It was similar to sucking his energy to yourself.

He would come off stage all agitated, let you jump into his arms, lifting you and spinning you around. The air would come out of your lungs, because he was irresistible like that, so he would kiss your cheek, your neck, marking the spot with his teeth so that you squirmed in his arms, and as a calling, soon he would be getting rid of the others to be pulled by you to some quieter place. It was always like that after their concert when you were present, no exceptions, and today would be no different.

“Did you like the gig? What did you think?” He asked, knowing the answer well; just wanting to have his ego fueled by you as he closed the door behind his half naked body.

Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you placed your hands on his chest, pressing him against the door, looking straight into his eyes from the tip of your toes. “It was good, I kinda fancy the shirtless man throwing himself at people who made the best facial expressions when singing. Quiet hot I might add.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” His voice thickened, making you shiver.

He held the collar of your shirt, guiding you closer to him until his mouth was inches away from yours, before thousands of exchange of glances, you got on top of his feet and kissed him.

"Dami,” you whispered into his mouth, letting your breath take him as your fingers delved into his damp hair, pulling some locks for yourself.

“Huh,” he pulled his lip to himself, pulling a quiet moan out of you. When you opened your eyes you had a flushed Damiano, already impatient in front of you.

You sighed between giggles at his restless behavior, rubbing your knee between his thighs to feel how excited he was for you; as expected he was in his half solid state coming from your little touches. “I wanna praise you properly for tonight,” you added strength to his bulge, digging your nails through the hair on his chest and working your way down to the bottom of his shorts. “Can I have a taste of you pretty boy?” Your finger slipped inside the hem of his underwear, causing his stomach to contract and you to smile even more.

“Sure, go ahead, babe,” He didn’t hesitate, holding on to your shoulders for you to kneel before him; you didn’t blame him, in any other circumstance at this time he would be the one pounding into you or diving into your juices because it was always you who didn’t control yourself and needed him to put you in your place.

Doing as he expected, you tucked your hair behind your ear, getting your locks out of sight, and propped yourself up on his thighs, your hands right below Jesus. “Unbutton yourself, babe!” You instructed him, placing a gentle but wet kiss on his tattoo’s nose.

Obeying you, with his eyes still fixed on your face and swollen lips from his previous actions, he pulled his shorts off along with his underwear, revealing what you wanted so badly; your smile was priceless under his gaze. “Do you like what you see, angel?” He sounded softly, both knew it wouldn’t last long until your character dropped. In minutes he would be the one to shut you up by being in charge, not you; it was a fact.

“Yeep,” You said excitedly, holding him in your hands, following for a few pumps, making him let out sighs that filled the room you were in. “Are you excited about it, pretty boy? Imagining when you have my mouth?” With that being said, and his hip thrusted into your hand, you leaned in, watching him look at you intently, and licked his slit, gathering his sweetness for yourself.

“C’mon, angel,” he said already breathless, holding your hair and putting it around his fist, before that you had your lips pressed against him.

“Wait, it was my time to shine!” You whined, not sounding annoyed at all; even because you weren’t.

“You shine when you’re not being a tease, baby doll,” he said simply, guiding his tip between his lips. “Now be good and take what you want, huh?”

You nodded, gathering saliva to accommodate him, opening your mouth wide with your tongue ready for him, letting him fill you. He held on to the back of your neck, making you close your eyes and concentrate on sucking his entire length into your warmth. You went on like this, having him lost in front of such a scene until he realized that he needed more. “Look at me, angel,” he pulled you by the hair so he could pull him out of your mouth, resulting in a pleasant ‘pop’ noise to sound in his ears as he admired your saliva running down the corners of your lips.

“What’s wrong?” You said quietly, wiping yourself off with the back of your hand.

“Nothing angel, I just need more,” he paused, swallowing hard; a simple act, but enough for you to understand what he wanted. You were never one to want to be in control when it came to him anyway. “More of you for myself.”

You smiled enthusiastically, assuring him that it was what you needed. “Yes, babe, please,” you whispered, leaning properly on his thighs, parting your lips again for him.

Silencing you with his weight, he held tight to your hair, guiding you the way he wanted you to be positioned. His eyes roamed over your face, only to receive a nod assuring him that you were okay with that and with your throat appropriately relaxed for taking him. Following the signals, he thrust his hips into you, filling your mouth with him and pulling up to the tip just to fill your throat right after. His movements were repeated until his noises were way too loud inside the small room and your eyes were melting into tears. If there was someone outside, they would clearly know what you were doing.

“God, yes,” he groaned, his raspy voice making you want to touch yourself as he eased into you. “You’re taking me so well, fitting me just right into your mouth, angel. I bet your velvety mouth was made for this, right? Just to take me like that.” He ran his thumb down your cheek, wiping away a tear of black makeup as he violently went at you.

You agreed, feeling drool on your chin as a few drops trickled down your arm. Lost in your senses, you watched him, taking note of his makeup-smudged eye; which was certainly better than yours right now and the veins in his neck that were tight in between his silent moans, within minutes your throat was being filled with his hot liquid as you swallowed every drop of it; or at least tried.

“Fuck,” he lamented, needing to get you out of him because it was becoming too much.

You took a few last licks at him, coughing a little as you felt your throat scratch for the lack of him as you tried to push away your blurred vision with your wrists.

“C’mere here, sweetheart,” his sweet voice welcomed you as he knelt in front of you, grabbing you in your arms and kissing your forehead, wiping your mouth with his hands. His arms tightened around you, pulling your face towards him, showering you with kisses, cheek, nose and then your mouth in an act so gentle that made the previous moment seem banal for both of you. “You’re such a lovely mess right now, love, but you did so great for me, I’m very proud of you.” He pecked your forehead, still trying to clean up more of the mess that was the makeup under your eyes.

“Proud enough that I can be repaid?!” You asked, giving him your best puppy eyes while holding his chin so he could be looking you right in the eye.

He bent over you, leaning your back gently on the icy ground, running his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck and cheering you up. “Always babe, always.”

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