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Bucky Barnes x teacher reader

Warnings: AANGST Arguments, mean Bucky, break up, make up, fluffff

listen, don’t eat me alive for this, I’ve been craving some angst (with a happy ending), the type that makes my chest itch so here we are. If this is too toxic for you and you only live for sunshine and rainbows and perfect communication, then this is not the fic for you. He gets mean because that’s what I wanted. So mean. I wanted to feel physical pain while reading. But then my hamster brain got exhausted to write more groveling. So don’t come at me about “she shouldn’t have taken him back, he should’ve begged and groveled more” He groveled.

You sighed, rubbing sleep away from your eyes, trying to get them to focus on the time on the clock.

2:57 AM

You stretched out some of the kinks from your neck after falling asleep on the couch, reaching for your phone and squinting at the bright screen, all your calls and texts left unanswered. He didn’t respond to one. You sat up hearing the lock click open, some of your anxiety melting away hearing the thud of his bag hit the floor.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah” He toed off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, heading straight for the bedroom without even looking your way, his shoulders heavy from exhaustion. You followed him to your shared bedroom, taking his bag from him and unpacking it while he stripped his clothes off getting ready to take a shower.

“What time did you guys get back?”

“Couple hours ago” He grunted, tossing his clothes into the hamper, heading to the bathroom and clicking the lock shut. You blinked, slightly taken aback by his coldness but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this side before. Bucky had improved a lot with his stress and how he handled missions but ones that involved casualties or hydra would pull him into deep waves of despair, holding him down till he nearly drowned.

You swallowed the uneasiness that crept up your spine; now wasn’t the time to ask him why he hadn’t let you know he was back safe or why he had ignored all your messages. He would have been busy with reports and right now he was drained. You went to grab his Henley and some boxer briefs, laying them out on the bed for him as soon as you heard the water shut off. He emerged out with his towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his short locks while you grabbed his clothes, handing it to him before he went to the closet.

“Here, I already got them out of the closet”

He half mumbled in response, pulling his clothes on and falling into bed, snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t a fan of him sleeping with wet hair, grabbing a dry towel and gently patting his hair as best as you could without waking him. He mumbled something again, pulling the sheet higher on himself and tucking himself further away from you, unbothered with his still semi damp hair. You jolted at the sound of your phone buzzing, Sam’s caller ID lighting up the screen.

“Hey Sam”

“Big guy get home alright?”

“He did, why?”

“Hm” You could hear the hesitation in his voice, “He’s been pretty out of it these past few missions, probably because he’s exhausted. Tony’s told him to sit out a couple of them but he’s there anyway. Stubborn as hell”

“He really is” You shook your head, frowning at his sleeping form. Usually you found his stubbornness endearing but not when it was taking a toll on his health.

“We uh...” Sam paused again, contemplating on if he should tell you his next words, deciding facing Bucky’s wrath would be better than losing him all together. “I know he’ll kick my ass for telling you this but we nearly lost him today”

Your mouth dried up, heart rapidly hammering against your ribcage. You couldn’t get any words out to acknowledge what he’d just said but you heard him loud and clear.

“Oh”

“It’s a lot, I know. Maybe talk to him. He’s getting reckless, it’s going to get him killed. We’ve tried talking to him but you know how-”

“Yeah” You blurted out, your mind now racing along with your heart, your body feeling hot. You could feel your anxiety sky rocket at the thought of Bucky endangering himself, never coming home to you again. The way your bed would feel empty. The way your soul would leave along with him. You couldn’t speak anymore, humming and mumbling the rest of the conversation. “Thanks Sam”

You slipped under the covers, sleep not taking over as easily. Your anxiety at an all time high. Bucky used to text you as soon as he got back. Not a single one of your calls would be left unanswered. Running to you the second the jet landed. He’d never leave your side, taking you into the shower with him and making love to you till the sun came up with endless cuddles afterwards. Even after some of his darkest missions, he’d search for you eventually, seeking your comfort and warmth.

Now?

Nothing.

You groaned hearing the alarm go off, forcing yourself out of bed and going through your routine, getting ready for work and packing your things for the day. Your movements were shaky, the conversation with Sam screaming in your head while you poured some coffee and got started on breakfast. You wanted to scream and cry so badly but you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be a productive conversation when Bucky was like this anyway. You ended up running on autopilot, thinking about the lessons you’d teach for the day, supplies you still had to order for the classroom, the nagging parent that wanted to arrange a meeting after school. Bucky trudged into the kitchen a few minutes after you, setting on a bowl of cereal, his eyes sullen from a lack of proper sleep.

“Can I make something for you?” you tested the waters to gauge his mood though you could see from his face he was still mentally elsewhere. He shook his head, huffing in frustration when the utensil drawer jammed, squeezing his eyes shut to collect himself before trying to open it again.

“Sweetheart, let me get that for you” You set down your things, realizing that his exhausted state made his patience wear thin.

“It’s fine” He tried to push the frustration he felt down, his teeth gritted as spoke, yanking at the drawer once more.

“It’s probably stuck, just pull it slowly-”

“I said I got it”

“But-”

“I’m not one of your fucking students!” He stated louder than necessary, pulling the drawer out with more force than he intended, all the contents inside crashing and clanking to the floor. You yelped in surprise, ignored the shakiness you started to feel coursing through your body, stepping towards Bucky instead, your heart breaking over how lost and worn out he looked.

“Baby I didn’t say that-

“Why the fuck do you treat me like a child then?! Taking out my clothes, drying my hair, making my breakfast, texting and calling 100 times when I’m away. Do I look like I’m incapable of taking care of myself?” He spat, taking a step back from you when you tried to reach out from him, his brows furrowed, blue eyes glaring at you. You couldn’t help but let your anger bubble over, how dare he yell at you when he was the one carelessly putting his life at risk at risk on a daily basis.

“Honestly?!” Your composure started to crumble, your eyes boring into his sleep deprived face, “From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, scoffing while you continued to stare at him. He slammed the drawer shut, not bothering to pick up what had fallen as he started to walk away from the kitchen and back to the bedroom.

“Fuck this, I don’t need this” He shook his head while you followed him, going straight to the closet to grab his duffle bag he took for overnight missions.

“What exactly do you not need” You tried to take a deep breath in, not wanting to upset him more when he wasn’t in a good state of mind.

“You”

Oh.

“I don’t need you or your coddling” He started to grab handfuls of his clothes, shoving them haphazardly in his bag. “It’s suffocating y/n”

You watched him in silence, squeezing your nails into your palms, desperately trying to hold it together while he continued to pack the few belongings he had.

“Having someone constantly nag you about your whereabouts, doubt if you can even take care of your basic needs. Its-it’s just exhausting”

You swallowed away the tightness that constricted your throat, not wanting to aggravate him further even though your own emotions were now thrown for a loop. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t your Bucky.

“James, all you had to do was just tell me you were safe, you used to answer your messages, I worry about y-

“Well don’t! Because I don’t worry about you. Alright? There. That’s why I don’t message”

You wordlessly stared at him, your mouth dry as if you’d swallowed cotton. Your chest felt like you had been hit by a truck, feeling pain on the inside as your heart strings snapped one by one each time he spoke.

“I don’t message because I don’t care. When I come back I just-I just want to be left alone. That's why I spend so much time at the compound after. I don’t exactly feel like rushing home”

You wanted to bite your tongue, walk away but the words were falling from your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Clearly you don’t care! Is that why the fuck you take on so many missions when you’re clearly worn the fuck out? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job” Bucky growled while you willed yourself to not let him see you cry, your eyes betraying you as tears welled in your lash line.

“It’s not doing your job if you’re dead Bucky!” Hot tears were now rolling down your cheeks, any resolve you previously had thrown out the door.

“You don’t know anything” Bucky shook his head, scoffing and pushing past you while you pathetically trailed behind him, unable to stop this train wreck of an argument.

“What?”

He finally turned to face you, dropping his bag in the living room, his sullen eyes daring you to try and stop him from leaving. You were about to open your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“What the fuck do you know y/n, you get to go in every morning, coddle some children for 8 hours, then you come back home, fucking try and do the same shit with me after like you have nothing better to do, too stupid to realize I can take care of myself. Why would I need you? Huh? Tell me” He challenged, the rational side of his brain kicking and screaming at him to stop but he was too far gone, too deprived of everything to stop the venom he was spitting. “I don’t need you. I don’t fucking want you”

“Th-that’s how you feel?” Bucky blinked at the sound of your voice cracking, though his ego and anger at the rest of the world not letting him back down. He shrugged, his stomach now churning over your stoic expression but your eyes giving away how much he was hurting you. “Fine”

You didn’t move a muscle as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Every single fiber in your body wanted to crumble to the floor, wishing it would swallow you whole. You pushed back all the emotions that wanted to crash all over the floor, shakily packing your things up and rushing out the door, hoping your little ones would distract you enough to get through the day.

If anything they made it worse.

Every one one of your students knew something was off, seeing right past the smile you had plastered onto your face, doing your best to appear normal. You fought off tears as your third graders quietly made you cards to make you feel better during their recess time, a few of them even leaving portions of their snack on your desk, hoping it’d make you smile. You avoided reading any of the sweet little notes, knowing you’d break down into sobs if you read them.

As soon as you got home, all your pent up sadness turned into rage. Angry tears streamed down your face as soon as you locked the door shut, the soft scent of home, of your Bucky now made your stomach turn. You hated that the whole place suffocated you with him, pictures of you both, his records and books on the shelves, a Henley on the couch. The kitchen was no better, plums on the counter, his favorite coffee in the cupboard, a Captain America mug still in the sink.

You desperately wanted to shower and crawl into bed but the shared bedroom was the worst of all. You couldn’t stand to be in the space where his clothes were, the sheet still lingering with his soft scent that used to make you feel safe and remind you of home. You didn’t even realize you had broken down into sobs on the floor, all the pent up emotions you had kept in you spilling out all at once.

The last thing you wanted to do was coddle and suffocate Bucky, his words echoing in your head.

I don’t message because I don’t care

What do you know, y/n?

I don’t need you.

I don’t fucking want you.

Fine.

Bucky wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he got home, blinking at the dark house, usually you’d leave at least one light on. He had made it clear he was leaving, he couldn't expect you to be waiting at the front door with open arms. He stood for a moment, wondering if you had perhaps gone to bed early but it was eerily quiet. He didn’t like the cold silence that greeted him, it didn’t take him long to realize you weren’t there.

Yet there was an inkling of hope that maybe. Just maybe you were somewhere around.

“Y/n?”

Nothing.

He made his way right to the bedroom, only to be met with more cold silence. Bucky’s mind swirled, regret, guilt and shame constricting his neck once again. As soon as he had walked out, he wanted nothing more than to run back into the house and take it all back, tell you he didn’t mean a word of what he said. He wanted to scoop you in his arms and beg for forgiveness and shower you with love for the way you cared about him so much. He let his feet carry him away instead, not being able to think straight, frustration and pain feeding the caged monster he unleased on you.

The last person that deserved it.

Where had you gone?

Did it matter?

He paced around the room; none of your things were out of place but it was too late for you to have gone on a walk or to grab food. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, feeling nothing but disgust with himself, the image of your sweet fallen face burned in his mind. How could he push away the one person who cared enough to take care of him so tenderly. So gently. So lovingly.

And to say he didn’t care? Or worry?

How could he let those words fall from his lips when you were the reason he stayed alive. It took everything in him to not smash the first thing that came into his hand, of all the reckless and careless things he had done in this life, this was the worst. This hurt more than anything Hydra had put him though. He almost wished they’d take him away again, wipe his memories, wipe away the sound of your voice cracking, wipe away the way you’d softly call for him. Wipe away the feel of your soft hands touching him and soothing him when he couldn't sleep-

Wipe everything away because he was selfish.

Unable to exist with he guilt of knowing he’d hurt you so much.

His hands were working faster than his brain could comprehend, calling the first person he could think of, desperate to know you were at least okay and alive before he purged the city to look for you.

“Nat-”

“She’s here” Nat deadpanned, cutting the call immediately after. He knew by her tone of voice, there would be no point in trying to call back. He had no right to see you. No right to come and ask for you to come back. He had no right for anything yet he had already broken off into a sprint. He made it very clear he didn’t want you, very clear you meant nothing, very clear he was the most fucked up idiot in the world, completely undeserving of your love.

But he was selfish.

He loved you.

Bucky didn’t waste a second, hopping onto his motorbike and speeding off to the compound, bounding to the elevators and immediately to Nat’s door. He barely raised his hand to knock, the red head reluctantly opening the door to a disheveled Bucky.

“She doesn’t want to see you”

“Nat, please-

“Barnes. She doesn’t want to see you” She threw in with a shrug, her green eyes challenging him to argue back.

“I want to see her” His voice was small, hopeful, only to be met with a scoff and eyeroll, the assassin stepping out of the room and gently shutting the door behind her.

“So you can tell her you don’t want her?” Nat crossed her arms while Bucky felt his insides crumble more, his own words taunting him.

“She told you?”

“Not much because even now, she’s more worried about you instead of how you treated her” Nat glared at the super solider as he hung his head, knowing damn well he had already been spiraling for weeks, his explosion a result of pent up pain and stress left undealt with. “Y’know you could’ve lost it on one of us but not her, she’s always been there for you in ways no one else could”

Bucky felt his throat tighten, unable to get any words out as he silently nodded and made his way to a different floor to sleep in a guest room. Of course he didn’t sleep, tears staining the pillow, struggling to keep his sobs down. He spent the rest of the night all the way till morning pacing up and down the hall instead, waiting for you to wake up, ignoring the glare Nat gave him when she saw him sitting on the floor outside of her room. As soon as the door clicked open again, Bucky scrambled to his feet, rushing to your side.

“Y/n-

“Don’t”

You couldn’t bare to look at him, turning on your heel with your bag slung over your shoulder. Bucky reached for your wrist, weakly grasping it, the undeserving inkling of hope he had slowly dissolving when he felt your muscles tense.

“I’m sor-

“I said don’t. I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head, tugging your hand away and continuing down the hall while Bucky trailed behind you like a puppy.

“Angel, angel please wait!” He caught up with you, moving to block your path, but you shoved his chest, pushing him aside, gritting you teeth together till you made it outside. You would not let him see you break twice.

“No”

“Angel, I-I need-”

“You made it very clear you don’t need much. I’m not something you need” You cut him off before he could finish, unable to shake off the way the words he cut you deep, tangled around you like barbed wire. Your words cut him right back, his chest filling with even more guilt and regret.

“That’s not true baby” His voice trembled, looking at your tear stained cheeks and puffy face. He’d never forgive himself over the pain he’d caused you, itching to pull you in his arms but how could he when he made you cry in the first place.

“Don’t call me that” You scoffed, feeling your throat tighten, your vision cloudy with fresh tears. You kept your eyes trained towards the elevator, hoping to escape before the damn broke.

“But you are”

“No, I’m not” You shook your head, “You can get the rest of your things today, you won’t have to worry about not rushing home anymore” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, dashing towards the doors as soon as they opened and striding through the compound till you got to your car. The skin on your knuckles was pulled tight as you gripped the steering wheel, breathing slowly till you got home. Everything came crashing down again as soon as you were back in your room; it wouldn’t have hurt this much if you didn’t actually love him

But you did.

Bucky looked defeated as the elevator doors closed, his heart breaking further when you didn’t spare him a second glance. He didn’t bother wiping away the tears that were now streaming down his face as he made his way back to the guest room, ignoring Steve’s concerned glance and slamming the door shut. As expected, there was a knock at the door moments later, blond hair and blue eyes peering inside, unbothered by the death glare Bucky was shooting him.

“You did something” He cocked an eyebrow, looking at his bestfriends guilt ridden face, staring at his feet like an admonished child. Bucky chewed at his lip, figuring there was no point in lying at this point, if anything he deserved the scolding he’d inevitably get.

“I messed up”

“That would appear so” Steve nodded, urging him to continue.

“I said a lot of things”

“You should apologize”

“I can’t apologize for the things I said” Bucky shook his head, his voice trembling again, “I-I can’t just say sorry. It’s been weeks. Weeks of giving her shit. This just- it was too much. Y-you should have seen her face Steve”

Steve remained silent, letting him continue.

“Fuck- I-, y’know she goes as far as drying my hair if I try to sleep while its still damp? Even when it’s late? and she has work the next morning”

“And the problem is? She always takes care of you, I’ve seen it myself”

Bucky scoffed at himself, shaking his head while fidgeting with his hands.

What was his problem.

He had a girl that actually gave a fuck about him, wanting to know if he was safe and loving him enough to take care of him even when he was broken.

“I got mad at her for it” His voice was a whisper, dripping in shame, “She’d waited for me to get home, took care of me and I yelled at her”

“Explain” Steve didn’t like where the conversation was going but he wasn’t about to let Bucky off the hook without finding out exactly what happened. “All of it”

“I-I was tired. I got frustrated when a drawer got stuck and lashed out on her and told her I didn’t want her. Didn’t need her. Had no interest in seeing her. It had already been a long time of me just not seeing or talking to her properly in general”

“Bucky”

“I know” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Steve’s face. “and a lot of other shit. And I can’t take it back”

“No, you can’t” Steve agreed, much to Bucky’s discontent but again, his best friend wouldn’t lie and he had brought this all on himself. “You actually care about her?”

“I fucking love her” Bucky’s eyes shot up, full confidence in his voice, he, without a single doubt in his soul, loved you completely.

“Then give her time. You hurt her, Buck”

Bucky nodded, hating that he had no choice now but to wait. He quietly collected his things while you were at work, not wanting to torment you further.

You hadn’t spoken to Bucky for weeks. Every time your missed him, thought about him, picked up your phone to call and check on him, you remembered what he told you.

He didn’t want you.

You downed another drink, staying tucked away at a booth while Natasha and Wanda went off dancing, the both of them dragging out out of the house, insisting you had to get out. Even after the break up, they remained close to you. No amount of make up could cover the puffiness and redness of your eyes or mask the way your voice was stuffy from nights of crying to sleep but there you were. On your third glass.

“Someone looks happy to be here”

Your eyes searched the crowd for the familiar voice, eventually landing on Sam, his eyebrows playfully wiggling as he slid into your booth. You relaxed when you saw he hadn’t come with Bucky but you knew based off his face, there was something on his mind.

“I think you both should talk”

There it is.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You shrugged, swirling your drink around with your straw while Sam sighed.

“You’re both miserable”

“I made him miserable” You countered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers instead.

“You know that’s not true-” Sam started but the scoff you let out let him know that was a pointless road to go down, “Okay fine. Things weren’t great. But it was an abrupt end and he’s been kicking himself and you don’t look like you’re doing so hot either sweetheart”

“Thanks” You deadpanned while he grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“He’s really trying for you, y/n” Sam said softly, the playfulness in his voice replaced with sincerity.

“What do you mean?”

“Talk to him”

You spent the rest of the week contemplating what Sam said but every time you picked up your phone, you dropped it again. You messages would probably be ignored and he likely hated you even more. Which is why you were curled up on the couch, trying not to think about him, having a night for yourself, hoping not to be tempted with your phone though a soft thump at the door pulled you away from the story. You set down the book you were reading, growing nervous when you heard the sound again. You were sure you were just hearing things but this time it was more clear. The second knock at the door made you blink, curious to know who would come by at this time.

“Bucky?” You gasped, surprised to find him standing on the other side, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, the stems nearly crushed from how nervous he was, “What-what are you doing here?”

“It’s-fuck, it’s been hell sweets” Bucky whispered, his knees already ready to give way, the smell of home, the sight of you, all making him feel overwhelmed. “Hell knowing I hurt you”

You stepped aside to let him in, not wanting to keep him in the hallway. Bucky stayed rooted in place on the welcome mat, not wanting to cross a boundary if you didn’t want him there. He hesitantly came in when you gave him a small nod, his movements shaky as he toed his boots off and followed you to the living room, the both of you standing in silence.

“You said you didn’t want me” You kept your eyes trained on your feet, tears already threatening to spill over, you could feel the warmth of his body with how close he was, smell the scent of his laundry detergent, his cologne, the leather of his jacket.

“How could I not want you sweets, you’re one of the reasons I’m alive-”

“Didn’t seem that way”

“I know baby, but-”

“Don’t call me that James” You shook your head, your heart twisting hearing his pleading voice, the sweet names he had for you making you weak.

“No” Bucky shook his head as he felt his stomach drop at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, he despised it, hated it, “ m’not James, m’your Bucky, your Jamie, your baby, please-”

“You’re not a lot of things” You tried to keep your voice steady but it was already beginning to crack, your nails digging into your palms to keep from pulling him into you when he stepped closer.

“I’m sorry”

You remained silent, swallowing the lump that made your throat tighter, your vision blurry.

“I’m so sorry doll, please?”

You could hear the quiver in his voice, now barely a whisper, the sniffle between his words making your lip tremble.

“Please?”

The soft sob that slipped past your lips at his pleading voice broke Bucky, his legs giving way, desperate to take away everything he did to hurt you. He was on his knees, his face buried in your tummy, his tears soaking your shirt. His cries were muffled as he tried to burry his face in further, desperately clinging onto you while you hesitantly brought a hand to card through his hair.

“Why” You still felt like you had so many things left unanswered.

“It was never you baby” Bucky kept himself hidden from you, his arms hugging you tightly while continuing to rest against your stomach. “I-I kept everything inside and it spilled onto you, I don’t have the words- M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish because I want you, I want to love you, I want everything you give me, I miss you, I missed you, I shouldn’t have walked out, m’sorry”

You hummed, petting his hair softly, the simple action causing him to feel even more emotional.

“Please, wanna be your Bucky, please, I’m sorry doll” He nervously tilted his face up, his chin still pressed against your stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks. You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek, which he instantly leaned into, your thumb swiping away his tears.

“I-I’m scared” You said truthfully, every single fiber in your body wanting to pick him up and cling onto him forever but you were nervous. He walked out once...

“I’ll give you all the space you need. Just please give me another chance, it doesn’t have to be today or soon, just- I promise I’ll do better doll”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to pull him to his feet, letting him sit on the couch with you. Bucky placed the flowers he was till clutching onto on the coffee table before sitting beside you, mindful to keep some space in between.

“I-I told Tony to pull me out of missions”

“What?”

Bucky nodded with a small smile, it was the first thing he did when he realized he had to take care of himself first before coming back to you. You’d done enough of picking up his broken pieces.

“The missions weren’t good for me. Too many, a lot of them triggering. I needed to pull back but I kept going. Didn’t stop until I ended up hurting you. Figured it was time I spoke up. Even started to see a therapist”

“You did?” You couldn’t help but inch closer to him, knowing exactly how much he struggled with opening up.

“I did it for me so I could be better for you” Bucky stated honestly; he made the choice to better himself because that’s what you deserved. “You don’t have to take me back right away-

“Come back home” You whispered, meeting his eyes with your teary ones, you’d take it slow if you had to but you wanted to do it with him by your side.

“Are you sure?” Bucky’s heart hammered out of his chest, not wanting to get his hopes up or make you feel like he was pressuring you, “I’ll wait if you need more time-”

“Come back home” You cut him off, biting your lip to keep from crying again, clawing into his lap, his arms engulfing you into a tight hug while you clung onto him, burying your face into his neck. He smelled like love, home, your heart. The feel of his arms wrapped around you made you feel safe and whole again.

“Come home, Bucky” You hugged him tighter while he pulled away, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“Bucky?” He whispered, having missed the way his name sounded, the softness of your voice, the way you fit with him.

“My Bucky” You nodded, letting your forehead rest against his, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

“Jamie?”

“My Jamie”

“Baby”

“My baby”

“M’never leaving again, angel”

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hazyhae · 6 months

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getting high with nct dream 00z + mark

repost bc my settings were messed up when i first posted and i wanted to fix the formatting but this is the beginning to me writing on here :) thank you to all the lovely writers on here <3

warnings: smoking/marijuana use, suggestive content, making out, mentions of sex, teasing/mean-ish behavior from jeno, jealous haechan and jaemin

18+ content minors dni

☁︎ mark

- him in that jcc with johnny and doyoung in chicago but it’s you instead of johnny

- always initiates and smokes you out

- suuuper cuddly and laughs at everything

- like once he starts laughing you’re both done for

- starts talking about philosophical shit until you’re both lost but for some reason it makes sense (you’re just high)

- looks at you with red hooded eyes

- his legs are spread and you are straddling him on the couch taking turns shotgunning until it just turns into making out

- you just lie together feeling the other’s skin and hands are wandering

- depending on the vibe you either fall into the deepest sleep or slow lazy love making and then the deepest sleep

- will probably only go a round or two before you both start getting groggy

- will order food after if you both have enough energy but most of the time it ends in post sex cuddles and soft snores

☁︎ renjun

- one hit wonder and he’s already hanging off of you

- just stares and zones out about how cute you are and how much he loves you

- until he starts saying it out loud

- he just can’t get enough of you and you can’t get enough of him

- goes into a long paragraph of why he’s so grateful to have you etc everytime he gets high and almost tears up

- til eventually you just take that as your cue to kiss him and he’s more than happy to reciprocate

- loving cutie renjun turns into horny loving cutie renjun

- a little sloppy when high but so SO eager to please you and make you feel good

- will look at you like you’re an angel on earth when you offer to go down on him

- always stops and makes sure you finish first tho bc he WILL knock out as soon as he cums

☁︎ jeno

- will always outsmoke you i dont make the rules sorry

- he’s rolling the 3rd joint of the night and you’re in another universe while he’s just ( ◜‿◝ )

- you’re turned on when you see him lick the wrapping paper

- he notices you staring and starts messing with you

- soft touches here and there, groaning after he takes another hit, flexing his hands

- until it gets to be too much for you and your hands start to wander under his shirt

- he stops you and waits until you use your words to tell him how badly you want him

- will make a move when you’ve basically started begging

- high or not, jeno will leave you SOOORE

- mind clouded with weed and sex he leaves marks in places neither of you remember the next day

- his sex drive is already crazy but when high you both lose track of time and end up going at it til you both knock out

- aka you both are not getting out of bed for the entire next day

☁︎ haechan

- hes your childhood crush and bestie and you started smoking at the same time after learning from a mutual friend

- you both become known in your circle for being stoner besties, partners in high if you will

- super platonic until he texts you to come smoke with him and you tell him you’re at jaemin’s place smoking already

- he thought that was something special for the two of you :(

- next time you smoke he gets oddly whiny and cuddly

- “can you like, not smoke with someone who isnt me???”

- you laugh at his pouting and tease him further

- “but jaemin was sooooo fun, he has a queen sized bed and his pillows were so comfy”

- he looks at you with your sleepy eyes and dazed state

- “i really dont want anyone else to see you like this”

- haechan snaps at the thought of you not only high without him but high in a bed thats not his and kisses you

- he’s surprised at himself but even more surprised when you pull him in for a longer one

- “took you long enough”

☁︎ jaemin

- originally your plug then fwb

- got upset when you started buying from someone else and it resulted in him becoming your bf and forever plug

- always brings you his new strains to test, rolls your joints, packs the bowl, lighter always ready like a true gentleman

- royalty treatment - has everything you need prepared

- your fave snacks, comfy clothes, and protection for when you start getting handsy with him

- feels a sense of pride when you get just as good at smoking as him

- “who have you been smoking out??? 🤨🤨🤨” even though he knows there are only a handful of people you smoke with

- knows your high habits like the back of his hand so he can take one look at you and know how bad you need him

- still will tease you to say what you want from him

- he’s already mapped out his entire plan for the two of you

- sit back and relax he will treat you so good <3

- high jaemin in the zone can go for hours

#nct smut #nct dream smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #hard thoughts #coco works #stoner!nct

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loveephia · 1 year

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Hii it’s me again!! I was just wondering if I could ask for some Haikyuu boys Hc’s for a really sleepy and cuddly gf?? Thank you so much!! 😊🫶🏽

some of the HQ boys with a sleepy girlfriend. (atsumu, bokuto, akaashi, kageyama, and iwaizumi.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, osamu is featured in atsumu's, bokuto thinks you're like a kitten.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY AS TO HOW LATE THIS IS!!! 😭😭 MOTIVATION COMES AND GOES FOR CERTAIN REQUESTS I GET AND I'M SO HAPPY THAT I FINALLY CAME AROUND TO DO YOURS BECAUSE IT'S SUPER CUTE!!! ENJOY READINGGG :DDD

part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

ATSUMU MIYA

absolutely discombobulates once he learns about this

you're already cute enough as it is, why do you have to be even cuter when you're sleepy???

when you hug his arm in your drowsy state, atsumu doesn't even have half the heart to tease you right now

you're just so :((( tired :(((

"she looks like an angel when she's asleep.. s'unfair."

"when yer asleep, you snore like a tyrant. guess sunarin was right when he said opposites attract." - osamu miya's famous last words of 2023.

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

the way that you slowly blink is enough to tell bokuto that you resemble a bit like a little kitten

"y/n is so cUTEKEKDKWKDKLEM?@($?@"

is what he wants to say,,

but since you're worn out, he's going to pipe down the loudness a bit

"hey, little owl. want to rest on me for a bit?"

you nod and make a beeline for bokuto's chest and arms

he's like your warm fluffy pillow 😭😭😭😭

KEIJI AKAASHI

"keiji, hug, please.." you dopily ask

and because of how adorable you are, trying to keep yourself awake right now, akaashi would drop anything and everything to give you that very hug.

akaashi finds it endearing how you trust him enough to be this vulnerable

so he is not making a single sound.

eating snacks? the crinkle of the wrapper might be too loud.

studying? flipping through the pages of the textbook might be too loud.

and bokuto? is staying ten feet away.

he doesn't want ANYTHING to disrupt your sleep.

"y/n has been working hard. she deserves to rest every once in a while.." he thinks

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

once you're asleep on him, he's as stiff as a board.

bro's not letting himself breathe if that means you can peacefully sleep on his shoulder.

sugawara sees this and teaches kageyama basic breathing exercises bECAUSE HE IS LITERALLY TURNING PURPLE.

kageyama feels you shift against him, and suddenly, he's forgotten everything sugawara taught him.

"how many fingers am i holding, kageyama?" sugaware holds up four.

"ten."

"we've lost him!"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

the superiority of being a third year has never been more useful than it has right now

you're asleep on his lap, and he's quietly scolding his teammates to pipe down the bickering

and they listen to the ace because once you're awake, he might send a heavy hit to their heads.

oikawa, on the other hand, takes advantage of the current situation, and he teases iwaizumi about how protective he is

"hey maddog, get a good hit on oikawa's head, would ya?"

and, of course, kyōtani obeys

so now oikawa is knocked out on the floor while you're still cuddled up to iwaizumi's thighs

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brooooswriting · 6 months

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Hi!! I love your writing, so how about prompt 9 and 16 with Nat?

9. “Don’t panic, but I think there’s someone in our house”

16. “Don’t touch me! GET OFF”

A/n: my first prompt writing, let me know what you think :)

You were laying in bed with your head on your girlfriends pillow and your guys cat curled up to you. Natasha was on a mission for the last two weeks and there were one and a half more to come. You hated it when she was gone, especially since you guys moved into such a secluded house, it felt extremely lonely there. But you loved the fact that your girlfriend was saving the world so you never said anything. It was around 2 a.m. now and you just couldn’t fall asleep, you tossed and turned around until Liho came and lays down next to you.

You were about to doze off when you heard a crack making you jump awake again. It was loud enough to be on the inside and you were 100% sure that you closed all the windows which meant that it couldn’t have been the wind. Another sound was heard from the first floor making you jump again before turning to the cat. “Don’t panic, but I think there’s somebody in our house” you mumbled to the blob of black fur next to you but only received a purring as a reply. “Great to hear that you’re also concerned” you rolled your eyes before standing up to investigate where the sound was coming from.

With your phone in hand you waddled downstairs, turning every light on that you had passed. Your phone was on call mode, Natasha contact already open, just in case. It was kinda funny to you how your first instinct was always calling her, not the police or Tony, who lived like 8 minutes away when he flew with his suit and was currently home. No, it was her because you only felt save when she was there.

You looked around and went through almost all the rooms but there was nobody. “Well, I guess it was my imagination then. Right?” You whispered to yourself. You decided to drink some water while you were already in the kitchen. With your back towards the door you looked outside the window, watching how the wind blew through the trees and a sense of calmness overtook you.

At least until you felt an arm around your waist. You immediately let go of the glass and yelped as you started to hit around yourself. “Don’t touch me! GET OFF” you screamed once you felt yourself being turned around. Terrible scenarios building in your mind as you cried out for them to let you go. As soon as you were turned the grip on you disappeared and you felt the person take a step back.

“It’s alright, it’s okay. It’s just me love” The moment you heard the voice you calmed down, taking a moment to breath before doing anything. It was the moment you also noticed that you had tears streaming down your face. She repeatedly mumbled reassuring phrases until you started to talk.

“You asshole! I thought somebody was going to kill me” you whisper screamed at her, hitting her with the kitchen towel that was behind you. She couldn’t help but giggle as you kept on hitting her with the fabric.

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that bad. But it was kinda funny” she grinned and hugged you tightly, her hand rubbing your back while yours wrapped around your neck.

“Why are you here already?” You asked into her neck, your hand playing with the back of her shirt.

“What? Not enough time to hide your side chick?” She laughed as she squeezed your waist, making clear that she was joking. “We found the suspect sooner and I couldn’t wait to come home. Steve snores like 10 men” you giggled before placing a kiss on her neck.

“I’m happy you’re back, I really am but I’m so tired” you sighed and placed the side of your head on her shoulder. The next thing you let out was a yelp as your girlfriend picked you up and carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed. “Thank you” you mumbled with a small smile as you went under the blanket.

You watched as the redhead greeted the cat before changing into some sleepwear. “Now move over, I gotta cuddle my girl. You’ve had her for the last two weeks” she said to Liho and poked his belly making him stand up and lay on your other side. “Thank you very much” you couldn’t help but laugh at their antics.

“I’m so happy you’re back” you whispered as you nearly laid on top of her.

“I’m happy to be back too” she placed a couple of kisses on your lips as her hand rubbed your bare back. You chased after her lips making her smile but keep kissing you nonetheless.

“I love you, but if you ever scare me like that again you’re sleeping on the couch”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good, now give a kiss and then cuddle me”

“Yes ma’am” you kissed again before you turned to your side so she could spoon you.

“I love you too by the way” she kissed the back of your neck before turning off the light to let you sleep.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

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junnieverse · 8 months

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2:22 am ➳ L. HEESEUNG

➙ synopsis: after an abrupt awakening earlier in the morning due to excruciating pain, you realise you've started your period. luckily your boyfriend heeseung makes sure to get anything that'll make the pain better and you're thankful for his efforts to nurse you.

pairing: lee heeseung x afab!reader

genre: fluff, humour? (if you squint hard enough)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: light cursing, mentions of food/cravings, not proofread so there may be some typos

a/n: calling the boyfriend hotline to deliver bf!heeseung to take care of me during my periods too

Twisting and turning, you're soon abruptly woken up by a sharp pain hitting your uterus and you immediately wake up.

Rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you grab your phone checking the time and it was only 2 am.

The room completely dark, the only source of light being the moon shining through the curtains you look beside you and notice how peaceful your boyfriend was sleeping.

Heeseung's light snores filled the room as he was completely passed out exhausted from his day practicing and working on his upcoming tour with his group.

Oh what you would trade to be sleeping as peacefully as him right now.

And the simmering temptation to wack him awake...

All you could think about was how he was sleeping looking as cute as a baby deer yet you had to face the cruelties of life as a women at ungodly hours.

Shame on him for being so unthoughtful!

Snarling at your boyfriend you let out a small "tch" as you got mad at him.

To be fair, ofcourse Heeseung can't be blamed for the fact that you had to go through the menstrual cycle and all the pain and mood swings it came with.

He can't automatically just wake up knowing something was wrong but he most definitely would have to put up with you going through it every month.

Another jabbing pain hit you as you winced silently slowly getting out of bed trying your best to not wake up your boyfriend.

Tip toeing into the bathroom, you got the warm bath ready and once the tub was filled and smelled just as good, you dipped in submerging yourself as you immediately felt the tension in your muscles soften.

"Ah~ this is perfect." you say to yourself out loud.

Well it may not be as convenient at two in the morning, but it's better than staying in bed in agony... and messy.

After that more than relaxing bubble bath, you unfortunately decided to get out the water before you started to get pruney.

Taking care of your hygiene once again, you soon felt clean and fresh.

Looking through your medicine cabinet you reached for your period pain killers which usually did the trick.

You take your medication as you rub your back which soon started aching and it takes everything in you not to curse out the universe for this fate you've been dealt with.

With how similar period and pregnancy symptoms are, you tried holding back tears at the thought of having to experience all this pain for nine months straight compared to a few days every month.

Walking out the bathroom, you turn the lights off and you eyes direct to the bed which happened to be empty.

Where the heck did Heeseung go?

Sighing in defeat not bothering to ponder more on your boyfriend's whereabouts, you decided to crawl back into bed as you surfed through the channels on tv looking for a cartoon to watch.

Finally settling on Adventure Time, you grab Heeseung's pillow pulling it to you as you cuddled it.

The pain killers hadn't taken effect yet and the cramps were still bothering you.

A late night, early morning snack could satisfy your cravings but you were just too lazy and in pain to move to check in the kitchen downstairs.

Trying to close your eyes, you softly let out deep breathes hoping it would help with the pain but you were basically on the verge of tears.

WHERE THE HELL WAS HEESEUNG?!

Usually your cycle wasn't this awful, this one just hit like a truck and the pain wasn't stopping and it was just really uncomfortable for you.

The other side of the bed dipped and looking up your eyes met with your one and only boyfriend, Heeseung.

"Where were you, Hee?!" you threw the pillow you were cuddling at him which hitting arm.

"I'm sorry I left like that. I was getting you some snacks." he says sympathetically as he showed you the plastic bag which was filled with all sorts of stuff.

He placed the bag on the bed between you both before leaning down giving you a gentle forehead kiss which most definitely cheered you up a bit more.

"And I know you're on your monthly so I got you some pills, extra tampons, pads too, some chamomile tea and a heating pad." He explained showing you all the stuff.

Heeseung was always doing his best to take care of you during your cycle, but this time around he really was on top of his game, not only were you impressed but you were touched by his efforts too.

Immediately reach for the heating pad, you placed it on your stomach and you felt yourself start to relax as the relief washed over you.

He looked through the bag of snacks and handed you your favourite chocolate bar and you softly thanked him opening up the wrapper.

"Gawd I love you."

"Aww, i love you too princess." Heeseung says with a tone of endearment rubbing your arm comfortingly.

"I was talking to the chocolate babe-" you playfully retort pointing at your snack.

Heeseung's jaw dropped at the sudden confession and you nudged him letting out a small laugh.

"I'm just kidding babe, I really appreciate all of this. Even more so at the fact that you- wait how did you know I was on my period?" you look at him quizzically.

He lifts his phone up showing you the period tracker which had your dates recorded.

"This app is a life saver. Makes my life easier. As long as I feed you, you won't bite my head off." he tells you.

Going closer to you, he snuggles in as he wraps his around your shoulder and uses the other one to gently and slowly rub your belly.

"Now Hee I'm not that much of a demon during my period." you quickly defend yourself taking a sip of the warm cup of tea.

"You kicked me out the house and made me sleep at Jay's house for two days straight after I ate the last piece of cake..." he says opening the packet of sweets eating a gummy bear.

"I'll have you know that cake was one of a kind." you mumble trying not to sound petty.

"I- (y/n) you only let me come back after you realised there was another slice in the fridge?!" he remarks back in utter perplexity at you.

"Okay okay damn. So dramatic, it's just cake." you whisper as you crossed your arms feeling defeated.

Heeseung sighs pulling you closer as his body heat radiated off onto you and you felt like you could stay like that forever.

I mean, you can admit that Heeseung gave the best cuddles and he knew that too.

Periods are truly one of the worst things you felt like you had to experience but he makes them seem... less bad.

Going back to the show playing on the tv, you open up a bag of chips calmly munching on them as you enjoyed the quiet and relaxing atmosphere.

"OW!" Heeseung yelps as you slap his hand away when he tried to reaching for your snacks.

"Don't touch my chips."

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baratiddyappreciator · 3 months

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Rainy Days with the Baki Cast

Been a while since I've made any of my own HCs, so we're going back to doing that., just for this one then I'll finish my asks lmfao (I'm so sorry these take so long)

Baki:

He's a little bummed that he can't go out and train outside, but he gets over it pretty quickly once he accepts that the rain probably isn't stopping anytime soon. Once he accepts that, you can absolutely convince him to just take it easy and cuddle up with you and Musashi to watch a movie.

Boredom snacks. But like, teenage boy snacks. His "oh I'm gonna get a snack really quick, I'll be right back" is usually accompanied by him eating an entire rotisserie chicken in one sitting. He doesn't even feel remotely bad after, and will actively go back for more snacks.

If you have candles then now is the perfect time to bust them out and make a cozy atmosphere. He'll go through each candle you have with you and will absolutely insist on smelling each one. If you have a lot (like me) then he's going to wind up with a headache, but in the end you'll both have a candle you like.

If the power goes out, that's when he just dips to go train in the basement. Light all the candles you want and open all the curtains to let as much light in as possible, but he's downstairs in the dark, probably fighting a bug. He'll pop up once in a while to see if there's any updates on when the power will come back, otherwise he'll just keep training or napping.

Would he be down to go play around in the rain? Absolutely. He'll come in all muddy and soaked to the bone but it's worth it because you two will have an absolute blast. You're absolutely going to have to have a shower or a bath after though.

Sleeping next to him while it's raining is just perfect. He's warm, hugging you and nuzzled against your shoulder or the top of your head, Musashi is laying on your legs (probably doing that really loud doggy snoring but it's okay we love him) with the thick blankets piled on top of you, the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It's pure bliss and incredibly relaxing.

Kozue:

She doesn't mind at all, it means she can go straight home after school and take some time to either finish all of her homework, or work on a hobby! She accepts that if it's really coming down it's probably not letting up for a while either, so she just settles in to wait it out.

She doesn't really snack out of boredom, but she will have something warm to help warm her up, especially if she just came out of the rain. Usually it's fresh popcorn, but she's not opposed to just having some cookies and hot chocolate.

Do you have candles? Because she's got one or two really nice ones. Her favourite is an Elderflower and Honey scented one, it's calming and makes the room smell really fresh, but she's also got a nice woodsy one that goes well with a rainy day. She's open to using whatever smells nice though!

Power outages suck, but she's prepared! She's got a chargeable lamp that holds roughly ten hours of battery, and she's got some pretty big windows! So she's got her curtains open while there's still some light doing whatever she can to keep busy and once it gets dark, she'll turn her lamp on, but she's not opposed to candles around the house to light things up either!

She won't really play in the rain with you, but if you're getting caught out in the rain she'll definitely race you back to any form of shelter. A store? A bus stop? The front door? She's taking off with no hesitation, barely even bothering to call a "Race ya!" over her shoulder so you know that it's actually a race.

Sleeping with Kozue while it's raining out is very cozy. Her bed is soft and full of pillows and plushies, so you'll both wind up cozy and covered up while it rains. You can hear the rain hitting the roof a little, but it's more pleasant background noise than anything.

Hanayama:

Oh it's raining out? Okay, well, he's still got things to do, and a little rain never hurt anybody (it probably has but he doesn't care) so he's going to keep going on as normal, just a little soggier because he definitely forgets an umbrella. Normally one of the guys brings an extra or there's one stashed away in the car, so he doesn't get soaked, but he does get a bit damp because there aren't many umbrellas wide enough to shield his shoulders.

He's not really a huge snack person, but if it's been raining long enough he might be persuaded to have some fruit. Just bring him a bowl and he'll start picking at it. It'll be long gone before it's time for a meal, but you wouldn't think so considering how slowly he eats them. He will have a nice warm drink though.

He doesn't really care if you want to burn a candle, just nothing strong because he'll most likely get a headache. He doesn't have a single candle in his house that he's aware of, but I guarantee you that there's one or two stashed away in a closet just in case power goes out. They're not scented, but they're better than nothing when it comes to a light source.

The person you want to be with when the power goes out. He's not phased by anything, but if you think he's stupid enough to not have the backup generator serviced regularly then you're dead wrong. Because yes, he has one. He doesn't have a lot of food in the fridge, but he doesn't want what he does have to go bad. As for what he does... Well, for the brief time before the backup generator comes on, he'll just stare out the window, even if it is pitch black out.

He's not going to play in the rain with you, nor will he race you, but he will go for a walk with you if you ask, even if it's just around the covered parts of his property. Otherwise, he'd prefer to just lounge around, maybe watch the news or read the papers to see what's going on, or maybe he'll even manage some "business" with his gang.

Sleeping with Hanayama while it rains is relaxing for the first few minutes until he properly drifts off and he starts his impression of a whale with a respiratory infection. His snoring is so loud it actively drowns out any thunder, which is a bonus if you're scared of thunder, but if you're not used to his snoring you're screwed.

Chiharu:

Are you kidding?! Do you know how much effort he puts into his hair?! He's not going to get it ruined by anything other than a heavy make out session or a proper fight! He's staying inside and he's pouting about it the whole time because all the humidity will make his hair frizzy.

He'll snack like Baki, to be honest. Maybe not an entire rotisserie chicken, but he's more likely to have a full meal and call it a snack. He'll even make you some too! Just don't question how salty all his food is, he's just gotten used to his own cooking and doesn't notices that he uses way too much salt in his food.

He cannot be trusted around candles. Not in the slightest. He'll play with the wax, light and extinguish the wick about a dozen times and probably forget it's there and burning until he knocks it over. Now there's wax all over the floor and the jar is probably broken. Do yourself a favour and keep your candles in a specific spot he won't walk past often.

He's oddly good at handling power outages. The second the lights are out he's begging you to make a pillow fort with him to watch movies that he downloaded on his phone forever ago and never remembered to delete. He'll eventually just pass out, leaving you to do whatever you want.

Gives you the dirtiest look imagineable if you suggest going to play out in the rain, but that's only if he's already done his hair. If it started raining before he woke up he won't even bother styling and will just comb it back to keep it out of the way. If his hair is already ruined then yeah, sure, fuck it why not? He'll come play around in the rain with you. Expect him to jump in a big puddle and soak you though.

Sleeping with Chiharu during a storm wouldn't be relaxing at all. You can't hear the rain all that well because he sleeps on the ground floor, but the walls are thin as hell, and he snores almost as bad as Hanayama. He makes goofy noises too, so if you do manage to sleep, he'll probably wake you up with some sound you didn't think he was capable of making.

Katsumi:

Not upset, rain happens! He likes it, it's an excuse to stay in and just have a comfortable day. If he's at the dojo he'll train and hang out with his friends and students, but if you're both at home (his apartment or his parents house) he'll take the chance for some prime cuddles and a movie.

He doesn't mind having snacks, but if he's hungry he'll be more likely to wait until it's time for a meal. Unless he just had a meal, in which case yeah, he'll probably bust open a bag of veggie chips and chow down. He's shameless too, he just zones out and then snaps back to reality once the bag is empty, it's why he portions it out into a bowl and then puts the chips away.

He also can't be trusted around candles when he's alone. He'll forget that they're burning until he walks past it possibly hours later and catches a whiff of it. Then it's an "oh yeah, haha, that's going, whoops!" He likes woodsy scents, but he also likes the smell of baked good scented candles, they remind him of his parents.

He's great with power outages. If you're at his apartment and the power goes out, he'll basically set up a giant nest in the bedroom where you two can cuddle and do nothing for a few hours until the power comes back on. But if you're at Doppo and Natsue's house then prepare for the chaos of having him and his dad together with nothing else to do. They're going to spar.

He'll absolutely light up if you ask him to race you through the rain, and he'll mercilessly demolish you. You think it'll be something fun or cute at first because he's a slow start but then he zips past you with zero hesitation to wait for you at the end goal.

Sleeping with Katsumi during a storm is bliss. The bed's comfy, he's curled up with you, the rain is barely audible beyond what you can hear through the window, and you'll both probably fall asleep while watching a movie on his laptop. You'll both wake up the second power comes back on though because he has a billion things in his room (including the ceiling light) that will turn on the second power comes back on.

Jack:

Well, I guess it's just raining now. He doesn't care. He can work out perfectly well inside, so instead of doing endurance training outside, he'll just do some weight training inside with some mild endurance training thrown in to make him feel a bit better about it. The least likely out of everyone to divert his day, he's dealt with some pretty bad weather back home and just gone on with his day, this isn't any different beyond the volume of rain.

He doesn't snack during the day. He'll just wait until the next meal to eat, and then he eats a lot. Usually it tides him over, but if it's late and the day's done, he might have a hand full or two of your snack, the only downside being he's got bigass hands, so they're some fairly large handfulls.

You can do whatever you want. Candles? Sure. Incense? Yup. Wax melts? Go for it. He doesn't care in the slightest as long as an open flame isn't unattended in his apartment. As a matter of fact, you can probably convince him to keep a wax melt in the bathroom or bedroom so he can have a calming scent in those areas of the apartment. Though if you have anything that smells like apple pie or apple cider then he's all over it.

Completely unphased by a power outage. He can still do his workouts perfectly fine without power, and that's what he's going to do. If he's taking a break from that though, he'll take the time to just spend some time with you. Be it lounging around doing nothing or watching you do a hobby, he's all for spending some time with you while you both wait for the power to come back on.

Asking him to race you back to the apartment through the rain is a quick way to realize that he's both much faster and more coordinated that you would ever assume, and that he's going to be a smug ass about it. He'll wait for you inside, already changed out of his wet clothes by the time you get there and open the door.

Sleeping with Jack while it rains is bliss given form. He'll fall asleep cuddling you. The rain is only just audible through the windows, but you'll mostly hear him softly snoring and his heartbeat. The only downside is that because he's such a heavy sleeper he probably won't be able to wake up and comfort you if you're scared of thunder, but as long as you just tuck against his chest you're perfectly fine.

Kosho:

He's annoyed with the weather, but he doesn't really care. He trains indoors anyways, so it's not that big of a bother, just a mild inconvenience at best. He'll probably just train for a little then do some basic stretches while doing other activities. You're going to find him doing the splits and reading a book.

He won't snack, but he will have warm drinks. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate, he's all for them, especially if it's a cold rainy day, because then he embraces his comfy bitch era. You'll probably find him doing stretches and activities around the house with a blanket on his shoulders and a warm mug nearby.

He actually has a few candles of his own that smell very woodsy in the fruit tree sense. They just smell like fruit trees, that fruity overtone with that slightly woodsy musk undertone to them. Anything fruity is an instant hit with him.

Perfectly fine during power outages, though he doesn't really like them. He doesn't want anything in the fridge to go bad, so he pretty much restricts access to it to keep things cold for as long as possible. He'll eventually give up on that though, because you'll find him standing in front of the fridge going feral and eating literally anything that catches his eye.

He's not going to play in the rain with you, and he'll rarely race you to a dry spot, but he will go for a walk with you as long as you've got umbrellas and the rain's not too heavy. The second he sees lightning though you're both going home.

Sleeping with Kosho during a storm is a special event, because it's one of the few moments he'll actively seek you out to cuddle to sleep. Every time, without fail, he'll come up and drag you to bed to snuggle up and fall asleep. Beyond the ambiance of his home, there's not much noise to be heard other than maybe the occasional rumble of thunder.

Kureha:

Terrible. The absolute worst during rainy days. He hates it, it's annoying. You always get some sort of event in the hospital whenever it rains. People are cranky, wet, and more likely to slip, fall and get hurt enough to require a visit, especially if it's raining heavily and they think that just because they're in a car they're invincible. Newsflash, in a car vs a transport, the car usually loses!

He eats crackers with a nice goat cheese spread and a veggie on top as a snack, and this is no exception. He likes his crackers and cheese, especially with a little bit of pepper on the top. Good snack. Get him some hummus and watch it vanish in front of your own eyes.

He doesn't particularly care about scented candles, but anything with lavender or oud wood is an automatic win with him, those are two of his favorite scents. It also helps ease the tension of his busy day and helps establish an atmosphere of relaxation.

Terrible with power outages. He's got so much to do, and while he could train, he's got a strict routine, and overtraining isn't his style (He'll leave that to Jack thank you). He spends the entire time whining about not having power and being bored out of his mind, but if you have board games or card games he'll shut up and do those.

You think he's going to race around in the rain? Absolutely not. It'll make his hair frizzy, and he's seen enough broken elbows and tailbones to never want to run anywhere with iffy traction again. He'll walk with you though. Speed walk, sure, but it's a walk!

Sleeping with Kureha is never peaceful or nice. He's just as feral in his sleep as ever, the only difference is that he'll wind up so tangled in blankets that he won't have the chance to obliterate you with a well-placed kick to your spine. He's going to stick his cold ass feet against your skin though, don't trust him.

Retsu:

Rain is rain, he'll be perfectly happy going about his day as normal with a small chance he just takes it easy to watch the rain and just exist for a minute. It's easy to forget to breathe these days, and a rainy day is a perfect opportunity to meditate and reflect a bit.

He'll have a little snack, but he's mostly drinking tea with honey in it rather than a snack. He will make cosy meals since it's raining out though. Soups, bread, warm comfort food is perfect with the darker weather.

He doesn't mind you having candles, incense or wax melts! As a matter of fact, he's got some of his own tucked away for a day like this! Much like his mysteriously scented pillow, all of the scents he has are vaguely familiar and homely, but not in a way that you can identify beyond this one candle that outright says it's oatmilk and vanilla scented. It's not lying either, and it's one of the candles he saves for really yucky days.

He's fine during power outages. Open all the curtains, he'll set up some candles to make sure you both have light, and set up a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. It's a perfect chance to just let him talk about anything and everything that comes to his mind.

He'd love to play around you while it's raining, but he wants you to be careful! He doesn't want you getting sick or slipping, and he makes that clear, so you only get a few minutes, but that's more than enough to make memories.

Sleeping with Retsu during a storm is peaceful. Everything smells like home and safety, he's cuddled up with you under some blankets. It's a very healing experience and you absolutely will end up crying if you've had a bad week.

Doppo & Natsue:

Doppo doesn't really care that it's raining, but Natsue LIVES for it! She loves when the weather forecast predicts rain because then she can dress all cosy and she won't have to worry about watering her plants out in the garden. She'll try and convince you and Doppo to also just dress comfy and take it easy for the day.

Natsue likes providing, but so does Doppo. They just spontaneously make snacks for you and each-other to share, and if Katsumi happens to be there too then he gets some as well. Snacks change depending on who prepared them, but they're pretty good either way.

Natsue loves candles, if you have a collection it will double in size and be merged with hers. Just claim an entire closet for candles at this point, it'll be easier. Doppo doesn't really care as long as the house smells nice, but he likes wood wick because of the crackling.

They're both fine during power outages. You'll all just wind up working on your own hobbies until it's time to eat or go to bed. Most of the time it's an entirely silent affair, unless Katsumi is over, then things are a bit more lively since Doppo will absolutely rough-house with his son like the good old days.

Doppo will absolutely take you out if you ask to go goof around in the rain, but Natsue will politely decline. She'll just watch from the sidelines as two of her favourite idiots go and get soaking wet. As long as you both clean up your mess, then she's got nothing to say other than have fun!

Safe sleeps and frequent naps. They're not ashamed to admit that rainy days are nap days unless they have plans that can't just wait until the rain ends. You'll all wind up napping on the couches, in bed, just anywhere comfortable and big enough for the three of you to cuddle up, not a single sound can be heard from outside other than thunder and the wind, maybe rain if it's really coming down hard against the windows.

Shibukawa:

Oh he loves a rainy day. He'll go and just chill out at home or talk shit with Tokugawa over some tea. He'll calm down a lot when it's rainy, admittedly. Something about the smell of ozone and the chill to the air just mellows him out and makes him tired, so if he does train it's more low-key.

Not a snacker, he'll mostly just drink tea or a proper beverage to tide him over until there's a meal, but if there's a small quick snack that you're having he'll have a little bit. One or two bites, really.

Can't trust him around candles, because he'll find a way to replace your nice smelling ones with awful smelling ones and then you'll both be disappointed in him when you actually need one to be lit. As for him, he's probably got some random half-gone old candle laying around somewhere that he forgot about. It smells really good, but it just doesn't burn well.

Pretty good during power outages, he'll just do some easy training, read a book, meditate and watch the rain. If it's too dark to do any of that though... Well then he'll just go to sleep. It's as simple as that, really. He's only got the one eye left, so he's gotta take care of the vision he has.

He oddly enough just wants to sit and watch the rain instead of messing around in it. No going for walks or a race to the door (though if one happens it's because he wants to go in and relax), he just wants to sit on the porch under the roof and just watch the rain and enjoy himself. You're more than welcome to join him.

Sleeping with Shibukawa during a storm is oddly sweet for him. No pranks, he just follows his routine and then kisses you on the forehead and pulls you into bed for a cuddle. Whatever allows him to stay warm and comfortable, he's all for it, especially if there's nothing left to do for the day.

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tricksterprefect · 6 months

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how they sleep:

characters included: all nrc students + rollo

this is my first time posting anything to this blog but i couldn't sleep so i started thinking about twst boys sleeping and i spiralled. third years have mentions to nsfw situations!

Riddle Rosehearts

• this boy has a strict bedtime routine and is in bed in his cute little button-up pyjamas by 10pm every night.

• i think he definitely takes longer to fall asleep than he'd like, but he's too set in his mother's words of "natural sleep" to try any sleep aids.

• apparently he canonically snores and i think that's so cute. i bet it's quiet but noticeable enough for anyone sleeping with him who's sensitive to noise to need earplugs or white noise.

• i think if he's sleeping with someone, he's not big on cuddling but he likes to hold your hand or something.

• i don't think he has nightmares, but he definitely has pretty stressful dreams sometimes that leave him waking up feeling pretty groggy.

• he has an alarm clock set for 6am every day but post-chapter one i bet he's hit snooze a couple of times on weekends. yes queen have your rebellious phase.

Ace Trappola

• ace is definitely the type to brag about all nighters and how he can definitely stay up late but he's passed out by 2am

• his average bedtime is probably around 12am, but he just kinda vibe checks it instead of having a set time for sleep.

• he sleeps in a tee and boxers, sometimes the ones he wore through the day.

• i think he probably talks in his sleep. just babbles about whatever he's dreaming about. it's cute.

• he probably snores sometimes but rarely, maybe just when he sleeps on his back.

• ace is SO clingy when he's falling asleep, but once he's asleep he rolls away from you and takes the blankets with him.

• i think he wakes up pretty easily and has a burst of energy right away, but he crashes mid-morning until he gets to have lunch.

Deuce Spade

• i think he tries to have a set bedtime because that's what an honor student would do, but sometimes he gets distracted and the time gets away from him.

• this boy can sleep anywhere and everywhere and he's passed out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

• he snores with his mouth open and it's probably pretty loud. maybe convince him to wear nasal strips if you wanna sleep with him, or get a white noise machine/earplugs.

• i think he likes to cuddle if he gets to be the big spoon. you could probably convince him to little spoon though.

• i can't decide if he wears just shorts to bed or he has cute little pyjamas. my heart wants to say the latter though.

• i think deuce is like the worst type of morning person. he's so fuckin sleepy. if you don't coax him, he will just sleep in until he has no choice but to crawl out of bed.

• he's fine after breakfast though.

Cater Diamond

• absolute night owl. he can stay up super late and seems to get more awake and energetic once the sun goes down.

• he can maintain a sleep schedule suitable for class thanks to sleep aids, though.

• when the weather is warm he sleeps in the nude, but when it's cold he has sweatpants.

• i think he snores but he's aware of it and wears nasal strips so he doesn't bother you. but he only snores quietly anyway.

• is definitely clingy in his sleep. loves to be held and is super affectionate when he wakes up.

• is definitely a morning sex kind of guy. wake him up by sucking his dick and he's yours.

Trey Clover

• another night owl but not by choice.

• he just kinda powers through it like some kind of freak.

• he tries to have a regular bedtime but sometimes he'll go to bed and be asleep in 15 minutes and sometimes he's still lay there an hour later wondering whether he should give up or not.

• i think he's a really quiet sleeper. you wouldn't even know he was there if it was a dark room.

• sometimes he accidentally falls asleep with his glasses on.

• does not like to share a bed but will do so if you guys can have separate blankets.

• he doesn't like to admit it but he's the "don't talk to me before my coffee" kind of grumpy in the morning.

• if he wakes up with morning wood he's the type to go deal with it into the toilet lol

Leona Kingscholar

• i don't think he's ever even heard of a sleep schedule. he just sleeps whenever he wants.

• he'll nap all through the day and then still go to bed and be asleep in minutes.

• he def sleeps in the nude.

• i think he snores but it's like. it's got the frequency of a cat purring really loudly so it's not as annoying as you'd think.

• he doesn't like to cuddle, likes his space when he sleeps. but he sleeps so deeply he wouldn't notice if you crept into his arms.

• if ruggie isn't there in the morning to open his curtains and pull away his blankets, he just wouldn't get out of bed for class.

• you absolutely have his consent to suck him off or w/e while he's sleeping. he's so into it.

Ruggie Bucchi

• he doesn't have a bedtime, and just sleeps once all his silly little tasks for the day are done.

• i think he falls asleep pretty easily, but sleeps better with sounds around him because they help him relax.

• very clingy sleeper. wraps his arms around your waist and presses his face into your back.

• i think he definitely sleep talks, and giggles in his sleep as well.

• is a very light sleeper.

• i think he's comfiest sleeping in the nude but will wear boxers or something if he's not alone.

• wakes up super easily and is pretty alert from the get-go. but if he gets tired because he didn't get enough sleep, he walks around dazed for a bit.

Jack Howl

• similar to riddle, he has a strict 10pm bedtime.

• he can fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

• i think he probably snores a bit if he rolls onto his back or if his mouth is open, but he's generally pretty quiet.

• very heavy sleeper. can sleep through most noises.

• i don't think he has pyjamas and instead he just strips off and sleeps in the boxers he wore that day.

• doesn't mind cuddling, will be the big spoon.

• he wakes up easily in the morning and because he works out even before breakfast he's very alert once the fresh air hits his face.

Azul Ashengrotto

• i think azul probably has mild insomnia and has to use sleep aids to get a decent night's rest. probably melatonin gummies or smth.

• he has a bedtime of 11pm-12am but sometimes he looks at the clock and it's 3am and he dies inside.

• i think he has those like classy satin pyjamas. i think he'd look rly cute in them.

• definitely a snorer. is really embarrassed about it but he hasn't found a way to stop it yet.

• he goes full octopus in his sleep too and will cling to whatever is closest to him. if he's sleeping alone he definitely hugs pillows instead.

• even though he has trouble getting to sleep, he sleeps like a rock once he does manage to get some rest.

• he's not good at waking up in the morning but he'll have a cold shower and morning coffee before anyone sees him and can pretend he just wakes up looking that bright-eyed and alert.

Jade Leech

• does he sleep??

• the answer is yes, but you wouldn't ever know it. the king of power naps.

• sleeps in the nude. he owns a pair of pyjamas similar to azul's but they're just for show.

• he can definitely sleep with his eyes open. i think when he sleeps for real he also grins in his sleep.

• is super quiet and still, hard to tell if he's alive or not.

• if he's sharing a bed with you he won't mind if you cuddle him, but he probably won't cuddle you back. he just lies on his belly with his head in his pillow.

• he's a light sleeper, but has learned to subconsciously drown out floyd.

• wakes up easily and can just immediately start going about his day.

Floyd Leech

• doesn't have a sleep schedule at all and just sleeps when he's sleepy. which isn't super often but it's not always necessarily at night either.

• i think he also usually sleeps nude but he has a bunch of random shit like eye masks and those funny little night caps that he's worn just because he thinks they're fun but he gets bored of them and forgets about them for weeks at a time.

• kind of the opposite of jade. starfishes out in his bed and shuffles around a lot.

• kicks off his blankets, snores, sometimes laughs or shouts in his sleep. he's the worst tbh

• he's a cuddler and will squeeze you in his sleep.

• i think he's also a light sleeper but can decide to just not wake up if he doesn't want to.

• he's rarely sleepy when he wakes up, but he does get more alert once he eats breakfast.

Kalim Al-Asim

• he has a set bedtime but it's jamil that enforces it.

• jamil def has to put on his pyjamas for him and tuck him in as well.

• i think he has really light, breathable pyjamas that cost more money than most people make in their lives.

• his bed is also filled with pillows and he has really high quality linen sheets and shit.

• sleeps easily once he settles into bed. always has a warm drink first to help him feel cozy.

• he def talks in his sleep, he might snore but only a little.

• so so so clingy. loves to cuddle or be cuddled he's not fussy. just loves the contact.

• jamil tracks his sleep and wakes him up at like the optimal time for his sleep cycles and stuff so that he always wakes up feeling refreshed and ready to go.

• eats a big breakfast every day, to keep him going.

Jamil Viper

• he tries to have a routine bedtime but his chores can sometimes mess that up. he does a lot of prep for the next day before bed.

• i feel like he'd sleep naked but also maybe not. i feel like i can go either way on this one?? either totally nude or he has similar pyjamas to kalim.

• sleeps on his side or his stomach usually. he's pretty quiet in his sleep but he does toss and turn a lot.

• has incredible bed hair because of it.

• not a cuddler. hates sharing his bed. you'd really have to work to convince him.

• extremely light sleeper.

• he wakes up at the crack of dawn and goes about prepping kalim's day. showers and wakes himself up before he greets him.

Vil Schoenheit

• master of beauty sleep. has a strict bedtime and makes sure he gets the same amount of sleep each night.

• probably drinks tea or something before bed to help him relax. also a bubble bath.

• he has really nice comfy pyjamas and one of those eye masks for Optimal Sleep.

• sleeps on his side with a pillow between his legs for elevation and stuff, he takes sleep so seriously.

• i think it'd be really cute if he talked a little bit in his sleep but he probably doesn't. but the mental image of him doing it is everything to me.

• definitely not a cuddler during sleep, but is happy to be affectionate before and after. really likes good morning kisses.

• he gets embarrassed if you wake up before him and see his bed hair.

• i think he's slow to wake up but after his shower + breakfast he's ready to go about his day.

• if you have sex before bed, he might dream about it and be a little more clingy in his sleep. moaning a little bit as he relives the moment.

Rook Hunt

• rook is one of my favourite characters but he's also the hardest for me to think of anything for. i feel like he can go either way on a lot of things??

• like does he have a bedtime or does he just sleep when he's tired. i'm leaning toward bedtime but maybe it's a newer thing for him (since transferring to pomefiore maybe)

• he absolutely sleeps nude though.

• i think he knows those like breathing exercises and stuff to get you to sleep quickly, but he usually doesn't need them because he falls asleep pretty easily.

• he's a light sleeper. very small disturbances can wake him but he's learned to tune most of them out.

• will spoon you, but is also content without.

• he. he definitely snores. like a nasally 40 year old man snore. im sorry. buy him nasal strips if you wanna sleep with him.

• probably talks in his sleep too but it's less annoying. kind of endearing, actually.

• i can't decide if he wakes up easily and just goes about his day or if he needs time to wake up and probably a shower or some tea before he can function properly.

• definitely a morning sex guy though. will wake you up with kisses and light touches and if you're in the mood it just goes from there.

Epel Felmier

• he doesn't have a bedtime, and just sleeps when he's sleepy. it's usually not too late, though.

• sleeps in boxers, but he does own pyjamas too. they have apples on them.

• i think he still sleeps with a stuffed toy, like the ones from the harveston event. he gets embarrassed about it though.

• he likes cuddling. especially if he gets to be the big spoon.

• i think it'd be really cute if he snored but like really softly. like purring.

• kind of a heavy sleeper. doesn't mind noise and stuff once he's already asleep.

• falls asleep on his front but usually wakes up on his back with his hair a mess.

• he's pretty good at waking up even if he doesn't get much sleep. if that's the case he'll just nap later.

Idia Shroud

• another night owl. he only truly feels alive after 10pm.

• because he spends most of his days by himself in his room, time kind of blends together and his body has lost any kind of day-night cycle.

• only goes to sleep once he's either finished with a game or an anime, or that one boss in that one game beats his ass too many times.

• sleeps in boxers, or a hoodie and sweatpants when it's cold.

• jacks off before he sleeps without fail. probably pulls up hentai on his phone to get off to.

• sleeps pretty still, lies on his back or his side and falls asleep with his phone in his hand.

• he absolutely snores like a motherfucker.

• talks in his sleep too a whole bunch.

• he's def a cuddler. likes to be the little spoon but will also just flop with you in his arms.

• hates waking up, doesn't use an alarm clock. ortho is the only reason he gets out of bed. eats a really sugary breakfast and snacks through the morning.

• because he jacks off before sleep he usually wakes up with an erection, and doesn't mind if you want to take care of it for him once you're both awake, otherwise he gets embarrassed and does it into the toilet lol

Ortho Shroud

• i know. but hear me out.

• he has a sleep mode and it has an asmr mode to emulate like soft breathing and stuff. idia probably added it post book 6.

• that said he has a set sleep and wake up timer and doesn't have any of the like. human qualities of sleep.

Malleus Draconia

• i think he has a bedtime but he struggles to stick to it a little bit. he's usually asleep by 2am though.

• he has really nice button up pyjamas but he also has like sweatpants that lilia got for him that have the nrc logo and big pockets that he loves.

• he's such a big spoon but i think he'd also love being a little spoon too if you wanted to. he just loves the physical contact.

• i think he also sleeps better when he's not on his own. your presence soothes him to sleep easier.

• it'd be really cute i think if he snores but like really quietly, like it's calming almost because you know he's sleeping and he's beside you.

• i think alone he sleeps on his back but if you're with him, he either likes to stay on his side holding you or he'll lie with one arm around you so you can put your head on his chest.

• he wakes up pretty easily but sometimes needs to be coaxed out of bed. if he lies there for too long he'll end up falling asleep again.

• i don't think he's a fan of being woken up with anything sexual, but he absolutely loves instigating it with your consent, or if you're not comfy with that he wakes until you wake up and if you're in the mood he's kind of insatiable.

Lilia Vanrouge

• has a bedtime of midnight but never sticks to it because he loses track of time gaming.

• just goes to bed when he's sleepy instead.

• i think he probably has a whole bunch of different pyjamas all from different places he's been to. just wears whatever he's feeling or is appropriate for the weather.

• i don't know if i want him to sleep actually hanging upside down like a bat or just like. wakes up upside down or even with his top half hanging off. i think he'd look really silly but it's endearing.

• talks a lot in his sleep, giggles. probably snores a little bit if he ends up in a weird position.

• he's a little bit calmer when he's sharing a bed, but only because he'll hold onto you and won't let go.

• big or little spoon, he doesn't mind.

• you don't even notice him wake up he just starts talking normally and you can't tell if it's been seconds or hours since he woke up.

• he likes having a cup of tea and a filling breakfast in the morning, but is also fine to go without.

• i'm sorry liliafuckers i genuinely cannot think of anything spicy for him. would he be into morning sex, or prefer it before sleep? i think he might like being stroked while he's half awake but whether it goes further is probably based on vibes.

Silver

• he actually makes me so sad.

• he has a bedtime of about 10pm but he falls asleep earlier than that sometimes.

• he's good at waking up in the morning with his alarm clock, but obviously it doesn't take long for him to get sleepy again.

• i think his sleep like in his bed and his accidental naps are very different too. when he sleeps in bed he does wake up feeling refreshed and okay for a bit, but waking from naps (usually being woken up by other people) leave him groggy and feeling worse.

• he sleeps in shorts and a tee mostly. sometimes he falls asleep before he can change his clothes from the day, though.

• i think he's a quiet sleeper. i think eng localises him as snoring but i think it's very gentle and quiet.

• he likes to sleep on his stomach, with his arms under his pillows. he doesn't mind being cuddled but isn't much of a cuddler.

• i admittedly don't know much about narcolepsy so if this conflicts anything that's true to the condition, i'd love to be educated on it. i love silver dearly and understanding his character is important to me (i have not read book 7 as of posting this)

Sebek Zigvolt

• very strict 9pm bedtime and 5am wakeup.

• he's really good at sticking to them, too.

• likes to sleep nude, but doesn't just in case anything happens to malleus at night and he has to rush to his side.

• incredibly light sleeper.

• that said he snores like a chainsaw, it's impressive he doesn't wake himself up.

• sleeps on his back and doesn't move much.

• he won't admit it, but he does like to cuddle. will hold onto you gently but it tends to wake him if you move, so cuddles are usually just for naps.

• definitely sleeps with a sword right by his bed.

• he can't sleep unless he says goodnight to his photograph of malleus first.

• he works out when he first wakes up, then returns to the dorm for a shower and breakfast. he loves really hearty breakfasts after exercise.

Rollo Flamm

• he tries to have a bedtime but sometimes he gets carried away reading or studying and loses track of time.

• regardless he always wakes up at 6am to visit the bell of solace. that's why he has those massive dark circles.

• i think he also has bad dreams that disrupt his sleep through the night.

• sleeps on his back with his hands across his chest like a fucked up nosferatu or something.

• snorer, it's p loud. he'd wear like nasal strips if you asked him to though.

• doesn't really like to share his bed. you'd have to convince him to let you in beside him. unless you marry him, of course.

• ...that's what he says anyway but if you flash him a little bit of skin he's taking you to bed and he's sucking you off until his tongue is numb. and then he's spooning you throughout the night.

• i'm sorry i'm not normal about him.

• after he meets you, he can't help but jack off every night, and then he dreams about you and jacks off in his sleep as well.

• anyway,

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst yume #twst hcs #if you see this and can guess who my faves are i love u #also i just started this sideblog for twst and yumedan and i'd love to get to meet ppl in the fandom :pleading emoji:

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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Drowning In The Depths

I don't know if you all saw the reblog I made yesterday on here but look at this gorgeous piece of art that @foreverrunningfree made!!!! I love him!

Part 7

Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader

WC: 14.9k

Synopsis: My boy getting some clothes, got some op planning, and then the op itself of course

Warnings: Violence and cursing but when is that not present in a COD fic really?

Light streamed in through the open blinds of the window casting the bunkhouse in the early morning sun. The black and brindle furred radiator breathed deep beside you still deep in sleep, a few light snores even coming from his dark muzzle. It was a peaceful sound, one you'd grown used to after years of living your entire life around those animals. The snores put you at ease, lulled you back into a half-sleeping state, your mind still not quite ready for the day to begin. Dreams called to you, the sound of a sleep filled voice that you'd never actually even heard before rattling around in your mind. What you wouldn't give to hear John this early in the morning.

A loud buzz came from across the room rattling your thoughts around in your skull nearly as much as it rattled the table. Who the hell? And then you remembered, your phone was broken, you were on a military base in a bunkhouse with a Lieutenant whose face you'd never even seen. And not to mention the fact you'd interrogated a man the evening before. Must be Laswell calling everyone in for the target package and op briefing. You lifted your head up to peek over Cerberus’, searching for the perpetrating phone and its owner. Another buzz filled the room a few seconds later and you finally saw the masked face turn into the pillow before he reached for the short bedside table and knocked it off to effectively cease the ringing.

Ghost was definitely not a morning person it would seem. At least not when it was someone else doing the waking for him. You couldn't relate, well to be fair you rarely slept especially when it was just you and Cerberus. Your eyes turned down to the big dog you had wrapped your arms around beside you. A thin sheet up to your hip and a quarter way up his long body as well. Cerberus was the only living thing you'd actually admit to loving but you had to admit, sleeping next to him sometimes was near torturous. Sweat slicked your body, casting a musk of you up into the air despite the shower you'd taken last night. Surprisingly you'd actually made it all the way to the bed last night though you'd been sure you were going to come short there a few times. Time to get up now though, he wasn't up soon but the Lieutenant at the other side of the room would be awake at some point and you weren't going to have him waiting on you if you could help it.

Stretching your free arm you heard your shoulder pop, the pain hitting you a moment later as you winced, letting it slowly subside in your mind a few seconds later. You slid your other arm slowly out from underneath the dog’s neck and rolled to your back, taking a few deep breaths. You’d spooned him all night, the Dutchie always enjoyed being the little spoon if there was room for him to be. The moment he felt you sitting up though his snores went quiet and he was wide awake. Tail thumping hard against your thigh as his big head lifted. You watched him slide off the bed and circle once on the floor before he shook his fur out, tongue lolling as he panted, ready for the day. Chocolate eyes found you then as you stretched your still aching muscles, glancing down at the unbandaged wounds to make sure they still looked relatively normal. You should probably go see Soap before this mission started, the last thing you needed was for these to get infected because you were too busy getting your ass eaten in the Captain's office.

The thought made your cheeks warm, body reacting to the mere memory of him kneeling between your thighs. Even as you shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, you bit at your bottom lip trying to suppress your body's reaction. When your feet found the ground though Ghost shot up from his place in bed, sitting bolt upright with his fists clenched. His chest was bare and he was taking in deep, heaving breaths as he stared across the room at you. You didn’t move for a few seconds, just staying quiet as he came out of his nightmare and remembered the two of you were bunkmates. No stranger to them yourself you gave him his space, giving him the time he needed. Cerberus crossed to his side of the room, tongue lolling as he sat about a foot away from the now calming Lieutenant. The hazel eyes flicked from your face to the Dutchie and you watched as Ghost relaxed again into the mattress, seeming to center himself as he reached a hand out to pet the patiently waiting dog.

Cerberus stepped closer slowly and you took advantage of the few moments of quietness to stand up, stretching your legs as you did. Tilting your head to pop your neck and stretch your back out as well. A quick glance out the window and you caught sight of John leaving his bunkhouse across the small path, definitely a call from Laswell to get going then. He glanced up at the window and paused on the steps, taking in your nearly naked form. Clothed only in a pair of underwear and framed like a postcard by the window frame. A small smile turned up your mouth as you watched him frozen in place, thoughts running through your mind of the show you could have given him if it wasn’t for Ghost laying down barely ten feet away.

Unwilling to break his gaze from you though, you moved a little closer to the window and leaned on the wood. Your forearm bracing against it as you watched his burning gaze across the way taking in everything he could get his eyes on. Your free hand reached up, scratching against the coarse hair of your growing beard. His hand instinctively mirrored yours, reaching up to run across the brunette hairs of his own. A smile found your face as the fingers ran down your neck, stopping at the dip between your pecs. You flattened your palm against the short hairs on your chest, seeming to scratch absent mindedly at the skin all while the Brit across the way watched. Leaning against the railing on the stairs with what you knew was a smirk on his face. He always had a smirk on his face.

Suddenly his head flicked to the side and his attention was stolen from you much too soon. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him continuing down the stairs and then heading off down the path. Leaving the sight of you in the window behind without so much as a second glance. Shit, were you really that bad of a sight this early in the morning? What could he have- Your internal question was cut off by a knock at the door. Eyes from all sides of the room shot to it and you stepped back from the window.

A quick glance Ghost's way told you he had no idea what was going on so it probably wasn't Soap then, or normal. Moving across the room you pulled open the door, staring at a pale blonde nearly as tall as you. He was holding several sets of clothes in his hands as his brows raised questioningly, “Speck I presume?” Well he sounded a bit pretentious with his British accent and perfectly kept appearance. You nodded in answer and he handed the clothes out to you, “Laswell said that these were to go to you.” Taking them slowly you inspected all of them, there were enough fatigues for every day of the week and just as many sets of casual clothes for blending in. She had gone all out it seemed. Not to mention the numerous fresh pairs of underwear, thank God for that because who knew how much longer yours would have lasted.

Setting them down on the table next to the door you gave him a polite smile, “Thanks. Wade yeah? Laswell mentioned you handled all this stuff,” he smiled and gave you a quick nod. You reached a hand out towards him, shaking his hand firmly as he clasped yours. “Nice to meet you, Wade. She said I should talk to you about Cerberus’ food too, you handle all the supplies and stuff for the team?” The man nodded as he held up a finger to stop you from asking anything else, retreating down the steps quickly.

The man grabbed a big bag of food off the ground and hauled it up the stairs towards you, “Is this good? It’s all we have on base right now.” He dropped it into your open arms and you nodded a quick answer, barely able to wrap your one good arm around the huge bag. As you stepped back Cerberus let out a couple loud barks. There was one thing that dog knew for sure and it was what a bag of dog was.

As you set the bag down next to the leg of the table his tail waved excitedly behind him. The Dutchie made his way over to inspect it as you returned your gaze to the blonde still outside the door, “Also I handle laundry for the team. So while you’re here just know I’ll be doing it once a week. Today is laundry day. I know you and the rest of the squad are supposed to be getting called in today though so if you don’t leave anything out don't worry I’ll just grab anything that smells out of your duffel.” You gave a quick nod before he added, “But I'll get a hamper for your bunkhouse before you get back, please use it. I'm not a maid." Well that was amusing considering that was exactly what he sounded like. But no need to cause trouble, you simply gave him another polite nod before he continued, "It’s my job to keep you supplied with anything you need so just let me know whenever you’re running low on something. I'll get it as soon as possible.”

You gave an amused huff and nodded in answer, “Sounds good man. I could actually use a new phone if you can handle that. Oh! And a pack of smokes, are we allowed to smoke on base?” The blonde man nodded and pulled out a notepad from his chest pocket along with a pen and started the list quickly. “And another vest and lead for Cerberus, his spares got ruined,” another quick nod of the blonde head as you tried to think of anything else you might need. “Only other thing I can think of is another pair of shoes, lost mine a couple months ago but other than that-”

A deep, sleep-wrecked voice behind you cut you off before you could even thank the man, “We have to go Speck. Get ready." His chest pressed against your back as he leaned around the door and cast a glare at the blonde outside, "Fuck off Wade.” The masked man shut the door in the man's face and you turned to glance back at Ghost a bit incredulously. The Lieutenant didn’t even bother to look at you though, instead moving back to his side of the room as he grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed, “He’s an idiot. Don’t talk to him,” he grumbled out as he buttoned his pants and started searching his duffel for something.

Your head shook at the statement but you didn’t bother to say anything in opposition. Wade’s problems with the rest of the team weren’t about to become yours as well. Looking through the clothes you’d been given you stripped out of the underwear and pulled on the freshest clothes you’d had in months. The feeling of clean fabric against your skin was heavenly, you had to admit. It had been too long since you'd worn freshly cleaned, brand new clothes. Way too fuckin long.

Ghost waited until you’d both finished making up your bed before getting your attention with a quiet grunt and nodding to the door as he opened it. You threw the other sets of fresh clothes on the bed, leaving the duffel open at the foot of it so Wade could find it when he needed to later today. “Fuss Cerberus,” the Dutchie attached himself to your hip as you hooked his lead to his collar and followed Ghost outside. Even in the early morning hours it was still suffocatingly hot, but it was better than the alternative mid-day hours.

You had to adjust to the longer strides but you quickly fell into step beside him as he led you through the maze of halls. Surprisingly it was back to the same door you’d followed John through the evening before. He punched in a string of numbers and pushed the door open, holding it for a second to make sure you didn’t get locked out as he headed inside. It was a surprisingly kind gesture you hadn’t expected from the mostly mute and faceless man. Huh, maybe he knew that you’d seen him and Soap the other day and didn’t want you blabbering to anyone else about it.

Wasn’t your business to blab either way though and you were more than content to mind your own. Thinking of the loud Scotsman, as you walked in you saw him and Gaz both with fake guitars in hand and standing in front of the couch with their eyes intent on the TV. The dark-skinned Brit was holding a fork in his mouth while his fingers flew across the different colored buttons on the neck of the guitar. Empty plates sat in front of them, Soap’s fork still on his plate as Gaz’s yell was stifled with his lips still wrapped tightly around his own fork.

Meanwhile Watcher was on a handheld device with a microwave breakfast burrito in his freehand. As you walked behind the couch you caught a glimpse of the surprisingly large screen. You caught sight of a little gray cat in a suit with glasses and an eagle in a leather jacket talking to one another as you passed. Eyes following the image for just a moment before it was out of eyeshot.

Konig was sitting back reading quietly with a cup of something in his hand. Something hot by the looks of it and as you passed you recoiled at the strong smell of hot tea. His green eyes flicked up to you and narrowed but not in the same way the Lieutenant’s usually did. You got the impression he was giving you a smile underneath his black half mask. It immediately drew out your own polite smile in response, a reaction you couldn’t stop after years of being trained in the way of Southern politeness.

The sound of a fridge door opening caught your attention though as you turned to find Ghost opening the top door on the other side of the room that you’d failed to notice yesterday. Food sounded perfect right now, might as well get yourself something while you still can. The dark haired Scot’s outburst though broke your focus on the freezer as your eyes shot to the two Sergeant again, “Are ye feckin kiddin me!? How did ye- That’s-” Gaz was holding his fists up in victory with the guitar in one hand and his fork in the other while he stared at the TV.

He pushed Soap hard in the shoulder with a shit eating grin on his face, “Pay up Soap. That was the deal,” Gaz tossed the fork onto his plate sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Soap was glaring hard at the Brit as Gaz held out his hand and shook it with expectation. It was funny, you remembered seeing the same interaction at the bar all those months ago but it was Ghost who was getting paid then.

A stubborn shake of the Scot’s head though made it clear what his position was on the matter, “I amnae givin ye shite ye bastart. It isnae fair,” Watcher snorted from his chair, glancing up from what he was doing for just a second. Long enough to see Soap cross his arms over his chest still holding his guitar in his hand in a white knuckled grip. You swore his face was getting redder by the second.

The Lieutenant shut the door on the microwave and turned around, narrowing his eyes as he leaned back against the counter. But even that couldn’t break your attention away from the unfolding scene in front of you. Gaz dropped his guitar onto the couch, his lip curling up in frustration, “You made the bet, Soap. What are you even talking about?” Soap shook his head and the other Sergeant threw up his hands, “Are you serious, mate? You lost fair and square, Soap!” The pitch of his voice was climbing an octave, his frustration growing by the second. Things were about to get dicey if someone didn’t cut in here in a second.

Finally, you managed to move yourself towards the refrigerator in search of a quick and hot meal for breakfast even as you heard Soap give an answering, “I dinnae ken what yer talking about. Ya cheated ye bawbag,” Gaz scoffed and his hand hit his chest like he’d been struck there. Your own eyebrows raised in surprise at the insult, widened eyes flicking between the two men and just waiting for the shoe to drop. Soap tossed his guitar on the couch as well and grabbed his plate off the table, turning his back on the Brit with a huff of anger.

For all of a second before Ghost cleared his throat and the Scot froze in place, his shoulders visibly tensing underneath his shirt. Another quick clearing of his throat and Soap turned to look at Ghost over his shoulder. The way his eyes found the Lieutenant was something akin to fear but not quite. The big man was staring at the Scot with an intensity unlike anything you’d ever seen before and Soap’s lips flattened into a thin line as he shifted nervously underneath that gaze. “Pay the man, Johnny,” the Scot seemed to deflate when Ghost gave the order. His head tilted back as he sighed so loud you could hear it from across the room. The air left his lungs in a rush as he did so.

Soap tossed the paper plate into the trash and dug into his pocket, fishing something out of the depths. When his hand pulled out and he extended it towards Gaz, palm opened in the offering. The other Sergeant was quick to snatch away his prize and you barely caught sight of the little bag full of what looked like candy. Maybe gummy bears? Or something made of gelatin at least.

Soap muttered something as he took a seat on the couch, but you couldn’t hear it as the microwave went off and Ghost turned to take out his breakfast burrito. Oh yeah you needed to eat something too, that’s why you were standing in front of the fridge. You opened the top door, inspecting the contents inside curiously. You’d never seen so many breakfast burritos in your life.

They weren’t even in the boxes anymore. Just shoved inside the freezer in their plastic wraps so you had no idea what you were going to be biting into in about two minutes. You pulled one out, almost afraid they were going to come toppling out on top of you when you did but they held steadfast. Unwrapping it you threw it into the microwave and punched in a few numbers before leaning back against the counter and waiting.

Ghost didn’t bother to find a seat, he just ended up standing beside a door. It wasn’t the one John had pulled you into yesterday evening though. Glancing towards that door you could see the light was on inside that room too. So that’s where he had disappeared off to this morning when you saw him leaving his bunkhouse.

When Laswell came through the door everything seemed to come to a screeching halt. Ghost even stopped mid bite of his burrito with his mask shoved up to the bridge of his nose. Everyone stayed quiet as she moved to the door Ghost was standing beside and unlocked it with a key she pulled from the pocket of her windbreaker. When she turned back she glanced at everyone in turn, “Let’s go, we’ve got a lot to discuss.”

Soap didn’t hesitate to hop over the back of the couch getting cut off by Gaz’s long strides in front of him. The both of them nearly tackled each other in their haste to get to the door. Watcher pressed a button on his little handheld device as he stood up and knocked on John’s door a couple times. You watched as all the men stopped before they entered, each of their electronic devices being deposited one at a time onto a little shelf before they headed inside.

Your eyes shot behind you to the microwave with a little bit of annoyance as you saw the timer on the microwave was still at a minute. A sigh fell from your mouth before you followed the other men, you could get it later. You filed into the room behind the tall German, watching everyone sit like they’d been assigned seats. With how long they’d been together they probably had assigned themselves seats at this point. Well all of them except for Ghost who just stood at the far wall with his burrito still in his hand and mask still shoved up to the bridge of his nose. You could smell the food from here and your stomach growled in response. Damn, you should have made your food sooner.

Soap sat near the back of the table with Konig to his right. While Watcher was across from the tall German with Gaz sitting to his left. You took the seat on Konig’s right and across from Gaz, leaning back into the chair with your chin resting on your fist as you inspected the room quietly. There was a model of some kind of warehouse sitting at the head of the table that everyone seemed to be looking at with interest.

When the door opened again John stepped inside the room with a file in one hand and held up a burrito with a questioning look around the room, “Whose is this?” My God the man was a saint, the timer must have gone off as he was leaving his office. Perfect timing John, always the most perfect timing. You lifted your hand in response immediately and he tossed it over the table to you with a subtle smile. Then the brunette took his seat beside Gaz, his hands wiping along his thighs before he found Laswell, “Ready when you are Kate.” You turned your eyes to the front of the room as you set yourself to eating the steaming burrito.

Your mouth caught fire immediately and you watched Gaz across the table barely holding in a smile. The Brit across the table watched as you tried to breathe your way through the pain. It felt like you were exhaling literal fire as you huffed a few times. When a large hand smacked you on the back you turned a look of shock on the man next to you. Sucking in a gasp of air at the pain and searing your throat even more than before. You saw him put a fist to his mouth even with the mask already covering it, “Oh Scheiße! I thought you were choking. I'm sorry Speck,” you forced the hot food down your throat and coughed a couple times to ease the burn.

You waved him away and shook your head, “Oh don’t worry about it.” You coughed again and cleared your singed throat with a shake of your head. “No worries Konig,” you turned away and towards Laswell then to avoid letting the tall man see your wince. Shifting against the back of the chair, still feeling the sting from where his blow had landed. If that was him trying to help you, you had no intention of ever finding out what it felt like when he was aiming to actually cause harm.

The blonde woman looked up from the laptop she was working on and cast John a smile, ignoring the little interruption that you and Konig had caused. “You’re always ready John, it’s one of your redeeming qualities.” Your eyes glanced back and forth between them as you continued to dig into your burrito, turning in the chair to let Cerberus settle between your legs as he looked up at you. Laswell stood up straight after a second longer of typing, hitting a button on the remote she was holding as an overhead projector turned on. Then she turned her attention to the group of men gathered around the table, “The man we captured in Pakistan was Labeeb el-Haider. An ex-resistance faction member from Pakistan, a General according to Speck.”

Eyes found you as you tilted your chin down, passing off a chunk of your burrito to Cerberus. It wasn’t the first time you had used him to avoid the stares from others. Attention was not something you often sought. Laswell didn’t wait for you to look up before she continued, “He was a well of information following your interrogation by the way Speck. We just mentioned your name and he was telling our translator whatever we wanted to know.” Eyes flicked to you from around the room again but you were staring straight ahead at Laswell. Labeeb had really fucked himself bringing up the Admiral.

“We now have an ID on our head of operations,” the picture changed from Labeeb to a face that felt familiar. You sat forward in the chair, narrowing your gaze as you tried to place it. “Amaan al-Mustafa,” you snorted and shook your head as you sat back. That face was familiar for a fuckin reason and now you remembered why. Laswell turned a curious look to you, one eyebrow cocked in question. And when you looked away quickly you noticed the others had their eyes trained on you once more as well. Damnit they’d just forgotten about you. Just had to laugh like an idiot in the middle of a meeting didn’t you, son of a bitch.

You shook your head in answer but she didn’t continue like you’d hoped she would. Laswell was clearly waiting for you to explain yourself now. Clearing your throat you answered her silent question as quickly as you could, “Amaan al-Mustafa, I know him. Well I know his face. He was at the market when it was bombed.” John turned towards you then, curiosity in his eyes as his hands clasped one another on top of the table. They were all waiting for you to explain how the hell you knew that it seemed.

Laswell narrowed her eyes at you though and you were quick to clarify, “He was posing as a guard. Could have killed me with a gun and been sure I was goin down. Then he still tried to do it with a bomb. Just thought it was funny, sorry,” she glanced at the picture still being projected. Missing your small shrug, but as you explained your awkward laugh and seemingly poor sense of humor they all turned back to the woman at the front of the room. Your interruption had obviously caused her to be thrown off her game somewhat though, at least for a moment.

When she flicked to the next picture everyone went quiet once more, “This is where Amaan is apparently holed up right now. It’s in the heart of Zabol’s warehouse district, and we got the schematics for it last night.” This op wasn’t looking very heavy-rollout friendly right now, “I had a model made to help plan the op but we’ll have to move fast. Labeeb was kind enough to inform us that they are going to be moving off-site soon.” She gestured towards the model setup at the head of the table.

John sat forward as he looked it over, pulling the top off to inspect the inside of the building. His beard twitched as his jaw worked, deep in thought as he moved pieces in his mind like it was a game of chess. “We’ll need a quick entry and escape. The building being in the heart of Zabol’s warehouse district means a pretty quick response time from local law enforcement.” There were sounds of agreement from around the table before John asked, “Do we have any details on security measures?” His eyes shot up to Laswell questioningly.

The woman nodded quickly as she answered, “As far as we know there isn’t anything strong enough to resist a breaching charge, and no high tech security that was on the schematics. You’ll just have to contend with ground forces and whatever doors you come across.” She took a seat at the table next to you, still watching John as he worked through everything in his mind.

The Brit glanced down the length of the table at Watcher, “You’ll be our getaway driver then. Don’t want you in the line of fire if you don’t need to be.” The ginger gave the Captain a thumbs up as John’s eyes turned back to the model and he stood up. Moving around to the front of the table to get a different angle on the model he stood quietly. His hands reached up absently as if he was going to hook his thumbs into the straps of his tac vest but it wasn’t there. The realization seemed to hit that he wasn’t actually wearing his vest yet and instead he braced himself against the side of the table.

You watched as he leaned down to inspect it closely, his hand reaching up to run over the side of his jaw before finally he spoke again, “We’ll split up in teams. Gaz and I will go up the outside stairs and clear the top floor. Ghost and Konig you’ll go in the front door and clear the bottom floor. Soap and Speck will go in through the back door here,” he pointed to the back of the model, “You’ll bypass most everyone to get to the stairs and then clear the second floor. We’ll hit them all at the same time” You leaned forward then, honestly that was more than surprising.

He was putting a gun in your hand and sending you into a building without even being on the team himself. John either trusted you or he didn’t trust himself, which one it was though remained a mystery to you. None of that mattered however. You were getting a shot at the man who tried to kill you and you weren’t in the habit of missing. It didn’t matter how you got to that point, only that you got there.

John continued a second later, “Ghost, Gaz, and Soap,” John made sure he had the three men’s attention before he continued, “Carry light breaching charges, we won’t have our packs. We’re going in light and quick,” there were quick nods of response from the men. John stood back up then and motioned for Ghost to join him at the head of the table. You’d nearly forgotten the big man was even in the room. John pointed to the lowest floor, “How long do you think it’ll take to clear?”

Ghost tilted his head in thought, “So long as nothing gets fucked I’d say two minutes max.” John nodded in answer and everyone around the table stood. All of you were moving to get a closer look at the floors you would be clearing.

Gaz was the next one to pipe up, “It shouldn’t take us, at most, a minute and a half.” John nodded his agreement as he inspected the top floor. “Push up here,” he pointed to a choke point in the hall, “a flash down the hall and then one in each of these rooms as we clear. We’ll be in and out the fastest probably.” He looked up at the brunette looking to see if he agreed with the assessment.

John was already nodding, “We’ll head down to the second floor to assist them when we’re done. Keep an ear on your comms,” he glanced at you and Soap. “It’ll take the longest time to clear the second floor with all the rooms and this door separating one half from the other. You’ll definitely need a breaching charge for that one.”

Soap nodded his agreement to John’s suggestion, “I’d say a heavy breaching charge, Price. I don’t think a light will do it.” John didn’t seem to like the sound of that as his mustache flicked up and he sucked in a breath. There wasn’t much he could do about it though as he gave a slow nod of agreement.

“Cerberus can keep it, he won’t get weighed down and he always has his vest anyway. That way Soap won’t have to worry about a pack,” you glanced between John and the Sergeant earning a beard twitch from the Captain and a smile from the other man. They both obviously liked the idea and besides, Cerberus would probably get thrown off if he wasn’t carrying something.

Glancing down at the second floor of the model you pointed to one of the rooms behind the security door and glanced at the sitting woman, “Are these sleeping quarters?” Laswell nodded an answer after she took a quick look at the rooms. “If he’s in there it’ll be hard to take him alive. There’s a lot of places to hide and there are likely to be a lot of people in there,” you glanced around at the circle of men. Soap nodded his agreement even before John did.

Without glancing up at you the Captain pointed towards the dog then, “That’s why we’re putting you with Soap on the second floor. Cerberus can detain a hostile so long as there isn’t too much foot traffic, yeah?” You gave a quick nod when he finally looked up at you, “Should give you a bit of an edge then.” John put the top back on the building then and crossed his arms over his chest, “When we get the HVT we’ll exfil through the first floor where Ghost and Konig have cleared through and out the back door. Watcher will be waiting out there with our getaway van.”

The ginger nodded quickly and that was it. There was no room for further discussion as the team all seemed to agree on what they would all be doing. It was going to be weird working with someone else after so long. You could only hope it would be like riding a bike. Time to get geared up and get after the man who had tried to murder you.

As you followed the team out of the squad room they led you back across base towards the bunkhouses. Confusion was beginning to set in but before you could wonder aloud they stopped in front of a small building you'd overlooked on your first few days here. But looking back you suddenly remembered it was where a few of the guys had disappeared to when you first got back to the base.

Price punched in a code next to the door and then shoved a key into the lock before he pulled the door open and held it. The team filed in quickly with you and Cerberus hot on their heels, the Captain stepping in behind you. The guys split up into their individual cages, each man with their own key as they set themselves to getting their gear ready. Leaving you to watch quietly in the middle of the room.

Damn if this didn't bring back memories though. Your chest was beginning to feel heavy with the thoughts of the last time you’d been in a room like this. Gearing up for an op that should have been an easy knockout and had instead sent your entire life spiraling out of control. You saw their old faces, burnt and bloody, in those of the other men around you and it made your palms feel clammy. The muscles of your back were starting to tighten in response to the anxiety currently pouring off of you in waves.

It was hard to swallow your throat felt so tight and the dog at your side could sense that something was off. Even as you actively hid it behind that careful mask he was pressing into your leg with his whole body, a velcro dog if there ever was one. His familiar warmth and weight a comfort as it always had been. Since the moment you'd first taken him with you Cerberus has never failed to keep you sane. You had found him at the lowest point in your life and keeping him alive, keeping him safe, was the only thing that had ensured your survival back in the worst of those dark days.

You barely even heard the sound of the door opening again behind you before a familiar voice caught your attention. Dragging you out of your own dark thoughts by the ankles and forcing you to pay attention. You turned to find the blonde from this morning, holding more than a few items as he sat them on the table beside you. "This is for you, Speck. Standard issue gear, you just have to sign for it since it's a loan out," he held up a clipboard to you. You stared down at the line that was awaiting your legal signature. Awaiting the name you hadn't heard from anyone in years and had honestly forgotten then sound of.

When you looked back up at him though he could see the slight tilt of your head and the humor in your eyes. Yeah that shit wasn't happening. Thankfully John stepped out of his cage though, grabbing the clipboard from Wade and the pen before he put a hastily scribbled signature on the blank line. "I'm signing for all his stuff Wade," the blonde glanced down and for a moment you swear he was about to refuse. To say something in opposition to the commanding Brit in front of you, but the look currently being leveled at him made him think better. Well he wasn't a complete idiot, not always anyway.

Wade gave a slow nod and turned another look to you, "Any preference on your loadout? I can't do any modifications really, but I can outfit you with something standard for the time being." John stepped back into his cage then, he'd done his job for now it seemed. Your eyes followed him as you watched him pull his vest on, setting himself to buckling and velcroing respectively. Keeping his focus on getting ready like you should have been doing but seemed unable to do. The sinking feeling that you'd have to suffer through everything again pressed into your gut like a knife. Twisting into you and souring your face even through the mask.

Keep your distance, Speck, don't get close cause then it gets messy. You'd told yourself that for two years now. Repeated that mantra in your head every single time you were forced into work with someone. And yet the second you'd gotten here you'd forgotten it all. Forgotten the pain that had come with the loss of that close bond you had with your brothers, with the SEALs who fought at your back.

You had thrown yourself directly back into the line of fire the moment it had been John standing at that door and not one of the others. Anyone else and you'd have shot first consequences be damned, anyone else would have been lying on that pavement bleeding out while you made your way to the nearest vehicle you could hot wire. But it hadn't been anyone else and now look where you were, exactly in the place you needed to avoid. Don't get attached, Speck. Keep everyone at arm's length cause if you don't it'll come crashing down around you. Get out of your head now, you had a job to do and you would do it. Focus on the job, not the people you were running it with. Stop thinking about the fuckin Brit and focus you-

A clearing of a throat beside you caught your attention and once more forced you out of your own swarming thoughts. You turned that look of nonchalance back to the blonde, blinking a couple times as you cleared your head. "Yeah, you got a PDSW 528? Short range sights?" You had always preferred either an LMG or a submachine gun. Quick and accurate or fast and dirty, those were your only two modes and it showed in your choice of weapons. Wade pulled out his little notepad with a nod before you added, "And a 9mm would be good. X12?" It felt like ordering from McDonald's as you watched him nod again and write it down in his notepad. He turned like he was about to go before you stopped him, "Oh I'll need a first line EOD kit as well. And I like to roll with four flashes and two grenades usually too," the blonde seemed to hesitate then.

His eyes shot to the Captain behind him in his cage getting, at first, a sigh of annoyance from the Captain before the brunette nodded in response and Wade wrote that down as well. He slid the pen and notepad into his chest pocket and gave you a half smile, "Be back in a few minutes." He left through a side door then, stopping at another keypad to punch numbers into for only a moment before he disappeared.

You turned back to your newly assigned gear and gave it a once over before you started to pull it on. They were outfitting you with a tactical vest, a helmet, a radio, some ear protection, shooting glasses, a thigh holster, and a small pouch that would attach to your tac vest. It'd been a long time since you had been given a full setup. God it'd been two years since someone had outfitted you with an actual team radio and ear protection. And then of course you'd been given a new harness for Cerberus to boot with its own body length pack for anything you needed for him to carry. It was even the same style that you usually used so at least you wouldn't have to adjust to anything there.

Inspecting it closely you checked every buckle, every strap, hell every seam on it. There was no way you were gonna trust anyone else to assure Cerberus' safety, not this time and not this dog. "Hopp," you patted the table and the big Dutchie hopped up easily, standing eye level with you on top of the tall piece of furniture. The dog certainly looked his part with his thick fur, straight back, hard muscle, and proud stance. A sight that could strike fear if you saw that missile streaking towards you.

You unhooked his lead as you strapped the new vest on him. It was as black as the stripe of fur running from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. And it blended in perfectly until it met with his deep, russet, fawn colored sides and their brindle patterning. There were three handles on the back portion, one close to his neck running perpendicular to him and another near the end of his back with the same orientation. The other handle ran parallel with Cerberus' spine ensuring no matter how you and the dog were standing you would always have control over him if you needed it.

Lifting him up you watched him go limp, the seventy five pounds of muscle completely pliant in midair. The handles held fast and you let out a breath, taking a close look at the harness one last time before Soap wandered over. He held up the heavy breaching charge and you tilted your head at it as you took it from him. It was bulkier than you'd initially expected but you could make it work. "Hopp," you issued the command again and Cerberus was at your eyes again with Soap watching. You grabbed the small pack meant to attach to Cerberus' vest and zipped it up inside before buckling it onto the harness and giving it a hard tug to make sure it wasn't going anywhere.

The second you and Soap both saw it stick easily he headed back to his cage to finish what he was doing. Just in time too because a moment later Wade returned. He placed the weapons down in front of you along with an ammo box and a few magazines for each of the weapons. Then he slid the flashes, grenades, and EOD kit into the little pouch before zipping it up and helping you attach it to the vest. "Anything else?" He asked quickly and you shook your head in answer, watching him basically run out of the room before he was assigned with something else to do. You had a feeling he was probably overworked and very underappreciated if Ghost’s earlier reaction to him was anything to go by.

As you finished loading the magazines and sliding them into their respective pockets on the vest a hand clapped you on the shoulder. You turned to find Soap's blue smiling eyes, "I'll put some fresh bandages over those stitches on the way there since you never came to see me last night." A quick answering smile and a nod and you slid the pistol into the thigh holster. "Why was that by the way? Ye trying to get them infected or something?" His eyes narrowed at you suspiciously as you steadfastly avoided them.

Attaching Cerberus' lead to the new harness John's loud voice rang out, "Let's go!" Saving you from answering the hard question, you could act with the best of them but good God you couldn't lie. The team filed out, everyone geared up to go into hell and back twice over.

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The car ride was long, especially with everyone packed into the same van. At least this time though it wasn't as small as the last minivan you'd been shoved into. Gaz was driving the cargo van for now, he'd switch places with Watcher whenever yall made it to the warehouse but it was safer to let him drive until you got there. You would have been the only option that was safer but you had no idea where you were or the roads to take to get there. And the Captain seemed more than content to keep it that way for now.

Everyone else other than the dark- skinned Brit was sitting in the back of the cargo van in varying degrees of wakefulness. A false wall keeping you all close in, in case anyone got any ideas in regards to inspecting whatever you were hauling. Bags and crates had been set into the back just beyond the wall as cover should it be needed. The space you were all in was just big enough for y'all to fit comfortably. Though the addition of an extra person would be a bit of a tighter fit you would all manage. It was still better than sitting squished together in your tac vests with your weapons and gear in the back of a loaded down minivan whose shocks were about to give out at any moment.

Across from you Watcher was laying against Konig's side with one long, heavy arm wrapped around his shoulders. The tall German had leaned over to lay against Ghost as he was about the only one tall enough for him to use as a pillow. Soap had buried himself in the Lieutenant's other side, his face hidden by a rather large bicep. His face was basically shoved in the other man's armpit and while you wouldn't have dared to get close enough to touch him, watching the Sergeant do it was kind of…cute? Yeah, cute. Meanwhile Ghost was staring absently down at a phone in his hand, scrolling through whatever had taken his fancy at the moment though he didn't really seem all that interested in it truly.

You, Cerberus, and John were on the other side of the van, quietly looking ahead. It was a task in and of itself not to lean over to lay against him. To put yourself into a comfortable sleep like the three men across from you had. You could feel him next to you every time he shifted positions on the floor of the van. Every fiber of your being wanted to touch him but there were way too many eyes. And not to mention when the undeniable urge for more set in there would be nothing either of you could do but suffer a round of blue balls in the middle of an all too important op. It wasn't worth the pain in truth. But God if he didn't look like a dream leaning back against the wall of the van, gun in his hands, and a boonie hat on his head. You had to admit that hat looked fitting on him. Like it was made to sit on only John Price's head. You highly doubted anyone else could have pulled it off, that much is for sure.

No, stop it. Job. Gun. Dog. You had an entire op still to get through, keep it together Speck. Quit thinking about him for two damn seconds please, for the love of God and everything else holy. Stop. So you tilted your head back, tuning out the world around you as Gaz took you to your destination.

A back alley that was a block away from your target building and just big enough for the van to fit into without tearing apart the sides. Watcher climbed into the front, dressed for the part in traditional thobe and taqiyah though nothing could really cover his undeniably pale skin and ginger hair. You could only hope no one looked too close into the darkened windows. Gaz joined all of you in the back as the false panel pushed open and you lined up in your respective teams of two.

John and Gaz would go first since they had to climb the stairs to the third floor. Then Ghost and Konig so they could engage at the front door first and draw attention away from you, Cerberus, and Soap going in through the back door. When John glanced back he got quick nods to indicate you were all ready and he pushed the back doors open.

Typically an op like this would have been done in the dead of night, but you couldn't wait that long. It was time sensitive and you'd already lost two days. The chances of your target no longer being there only increased with every minute you waited. So the sun sat on the horizon, sinking into the west but by no means was it nightfall. It wouldn't be for a bit, not yet.

The team stayed together until Ghost and Konig broke off first to head around the building. The rest of you continued around the back, John and Gaz turning the corner onto the street to head up the stairs to the top floor. You and Soap held on the back entrance, one on either side as you waited for the all clear to go. It was on Ghost's mark, whenever the Lieutenant decided to call it. Any second now. His deep voice finally came over the comms with a quick, "Breaching now." In the next couple of moments you heard the sound of voices inside becoming panicked.

Soap tried the door handle but the second he reached for it Cerberus let out a growl and you tensed, your arms already coming up as the door flung out and opened. Your eyes locked onto a face that was contorted in panic, eyes wide and mouth opening to let out a yell. Your hand shot to cover the mouth, slamming the man's head against the wall before you wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him away from the door. It closed in the next moment and you saw Soap's look of surprise as your back found the wall. Arm locked around the man's neck as he struggled violently in your arms, kicking and trying to break your hold with wild elbows.

After some painful seconds though he finally slumped against you. You let him drop to the concrete as you watched Soap step forward, knife in hand. No witnesses it would seem. None who had seen your faces anyway. That was fine with you. When Soap moved back towards the door he waited until you tapped his shoulder before he moved inside.

No one else was in the halls but you could hear gunfire coming from the front door. Ghost and Konig's distraction was working out well it seemed. The Sergeant opened the stairwell door and you followed behind him, Cerberus at your hip. You kept an eye behind as Soap cleared upwards to the second floor, stepping backwards up the stairs in a cautious and steady rhythm. The door opened easily as the both of you moved quietly, the door of the second floor opening as you slipped inside. It was profoundly silent, almost unnervingly so.

It was so devoid of sound that when John's voice cracked through your headset you nearly jumped, "We've got the families on the third floor. They are saying Amaan is on the second floor. Soap and Speck I repeat Amaan is reportedly on the second floor. We cannot move to help you secure, too high risk with the families up here." Well there goes a wrench in that plan, it was just the three of you then, lovely.

Soap looked your way and took a step behind you as you raised your gun. Your eyes were trained ahead as you watched the hallway in front of you, glancing between each door quickly. Then you heard Soap answer, "Good copy, we'll get him if he's here." A hand tapped your shoulder and you moved forward at that cautious and steady pace. Clear each room and then blow the security door. Easy.

The first room was devoid of anyone. Much like the second, third, and fourth were. Your eyes shot to Soap who was either visibly nervous or confused, you couldn't tell in your own haze of thoughts. It was much too quiet for your liking and with a hitch already in your plan you didn't like the possibility of another. The second you opened the fifth door though bullets whizzed through the open doorway, both you and Soap scrambling away from it as chunks and splinters of wood dislodged. A belt fed heavy machine gun was eating away at the very wall. The fuck were they hiding in there that needed to be defended like that?

You reached for the pouch at your hip and pulled out one of the flashes. You made sure Soap saw it before you pulled the pin and tossed it through the hole that the person inside had shot through the drywall. Reaching down you unclipped Cerberus' lead in the next heartbeat and wrapped your fingers around one of the handles of the vest. The second that the flash went off you peeled around the corner, firing at the man holding his eyes behind the belt fed. You couldn't hear anything else inside the room but your neck prickled even after you felt Soap tap your shoulder to keep going. You held up a closed fist in answer and felt him freeze near your back. "Voran," you whispered and Cerberus darted around the room, tail waving behind him as he searched diligently.

When he stopped and sat down you lifted your gun higher, his eyes staring intently at a piece of plywood leaning against the wall around the corner. Your eyes shot to Soap, pointing towards it and he gave you a nod as you took up positions on either side. Both of you took a corner in your hand before glancing towards one another and pulling it off the wall. A shrill scream filled the air the second that light hit the small face. A child, a little girl, stared up at the two of you from the hiding place she'd been put in.

She tried to scramble further away, further back into the hole that had been cut into the wall but there was nowhere else for her to go. Even with her small size she barely fit inside. You couldn't move as you stared down at the face, it wouldn't have done any good anyway. There wasn't a little girl alive on the planet that didn't make you pause, and your palms sweat. They all reminded you of your own daughter, the one you hadn't seen in so long you doubted she even remembered you existed. That at one point you had actually tried. It always made you remember how terrible you'd been as a father, or at least how terrible your ex-wife had always made you feel. Always telling you that they deserved better, that your daughter needed an actual father not a man she saw maybe thirty days out of the year.

Children were not your strong suit. Just remember what your ex-wife told you. Stay away from them so you don't fuck them up more than you already had. It was easier than letting the stain of your existence cloud their lives forever. So you stepped back as Soap moved forward, whispering a quick, "Fuss," as you took up a position at the door. It'd be easier just to let him deal with her. You'd procreated but that didn't mean you were a dad or had any paternal instinct whatsoever.

The Sergeant spoke quickly to the little girl, his voice immediately soothing even to your ears, "Hey, it's ok. We aren't here tah hurt ye." He pressed the button of his radio as he coaxed the girl out of her hiding spot as gently as he could, "Got a little girl down here Price. You got a mom to match?" The Captain muttered something you didn't catch as Soap helped her out of the hole. "Hey, do ye understand me lass?" The little girl stared blankly at him, she didn't know English, at least not enough to answer him back. "Speck, does she understand ya?" The blue eyes found you at the door, barely keeping your expression neutral rather than full of the nerves that were about to make you sick.

There was a job to do though, so get it done Speck. You motioned to the door and switched places with the Scot, kneeling beside her and trying Farsi first, "Hey, do you understand me?" Light came to her eyes as she nodded quickly, and you smiled at her eagerness. "Good. We are not here to hurt you ok? We are looking for someone, do you think you can help me?" Her eyes flicked nervously towards Soap but she gave you a hesitant nod in answer, "Amaan al-Mustafa. Have you seen him today?" The little girl's face immediately fell into a frown so deep it aged her well beyond the eight or nine years she could count.

You didn't need to hear her say it, or see her nod, she'd seen him and she hadn't liked what she'd seen either. Her eyes were staring down at her feet, refusing to meet your gaze. God you hated seeing that look on her face, scared and just wanting to be held but not by some stranger. She wanted her mother like all children do. Hell it was probably her father currently laying on the floor dead right behind her. You glanced at Cerberus whispering, "Platz," as the dog sank to his belly beside you. Still speaking in Farsi you ran your hand over his head and smiled at the girl, "Would you like to pet the dog?"

"Yes!" Came her immediate response and her fingers immediately reached for the big dog, running her comparatively tiny hands over his head. It did its job in distracting her from the world she'd found herself in. And especially keeping her eyes off the man in the corner lying dead by your doing.

It kept her quiet and relaxed as you both waited for the Captain to get back to you. Not long after she started petting the dog you heard John finally answered, "We've got a woman here saying the girl is probably hers. Jasra?" She certainly looked and acted like a Jasra, brave and courageous even facing the horrors of war head on.

You were quick to repeat it back to the girl in a question, "Is your name Jasra?" Her eyes shot up to you and she nodded, "Would you like to go find your mother, Jasra?" Another eager nod as you glanced up at Soap who was already relaying to Price that it was in fact the girl's mother. "Come here, Jasra," you scooped the girl into your arm, glancing down at Cerberus with a quick, "Fuss," before joining Soap at the door of the room. "You get the breaching charge set, I'll be back in a second." The Scot nodded and unzipped the pouch at Cerberus' side, pulling out the heavy breaching charge before he moved towards the door. The two of you split up as you made your way back to the stairwell. "Captain go to the top of the stairs, I'm sending the girl up with Cerberus." A quick affirmative let you know he'd heard you as you opened the door of the stairwell.

A quick glance down and up let you know that the stairwell was still, thankfully, empty. Setting the girl down on her feet you gave her a reassuring smile as you took her hand and put it on the back handle of the Dutchie's vest. You hooked Cerberus' lead back onto the harness before pulling it off your waist and putting it in the girl's free hand. "Keep your hands here until you get to the man at the top of the stairs, ok?" She nodded quickly and you glanced up as the door above you opened.

Pressing the button on your comm you quickly told the Captain, "Call Cerberus." A second later the big black head lifted curiously, glancing up as he heard his name come from above. "Say hier," the dog's eyes shot to you, his head tilting as John repeated the command above you. He seemed unsure since it wasn't your voice giving the command but a quick, "Again," and the command sounding from John's mouth overhead and he took off with the little girl up the stairs.

Cerberus paused for just a second to glance back, making sure you weren't about to scold him, but when you said nothing he kept going. Closing the door you headed back down the hall towards Soap. "Keep him with you Captain, we're breaching the security door now," you said into the comm before you lined up across from Soap and gave the Scot a nod. The charge blew inwards in the next second and the two of you continued inside.

Three men went down outside any of the rooms the second that you tossed in a flashbang and pushed through the security door. He stuck to one side of the hallway while you stayed on the other side, covering one another in an x-pattern from across the hall. You ducked into your room first, one guy going down nearly immediately and the other trying desperately to dive for the cover of a desk before you put two rounds into him as well. You exited your room just before Soap came out of his, the both of you continuing down the hall in the same pattern.

Your next room was empty save for a few beds, but you heard more than a few shots from Soap’s side of the hallway. You stayed in your doorway, waiting for the Scot to be finished. Just as he rejoined you the next door on his side of the hallway cracked inward and a guy aimed your way out of the door, firing blindly around it. You put four rounds through the wood and heard a yell on the other side as the shooting stopped. The both of you moved forward together before Soap ducked into his side finishing off the guy you'd already downed and you stepped into yours.

The first thing you saw was the gun, the second thing you saw was the woman whose head it was being held to. The next thing you saw was the man behind her and his familiar face. Your HVT. Laswell wanted him alive, she’d said that multiple times as you all headed out, but shit happens right? Your ticking clock was already nearing the red zone anyway, it'd taken you and Soap too long to deal with the girl especially without the help of Gaz and Price like you had originally planned. And with Ghost and Konig busy making sure shit didn't hit the fan outside the building before you were all ready to leave there hadn’t been anyone else who could help the both of you secure the second floor.

As Soap exited into the hallway behind you, you heard him call your name. Just a simple callsign, but the man in front of you finally seemed to recognize just who the hell you were. The gun pointed your way in a second as he fired off a shot, inaccurate thanks to the woman he was still holding. You saw the panic in his eyes then, the gun shaking in his hand before he yelled in Farsi, "Back up!" There was still no shot on him and the gun was leveled at the woman once more. Either you comply or you sign her death warrant. Damn if you didn't wish you could put your signature on that blank line, but she was innocent and while you’d done monstrous things you weren’t inherently a monster yourself. This woman was not a player in all of this. She was being used just like most of the women upstairs had been, they didn’t ask to be in this situation.

Comply. You backed up a step and watched as he pushed the woman forward slowly in tandem with each of your steps. Soap was to your left on the side of the door, biding his time surprisingly patiently. Waiting to strike. He wasn’t destined to get it though as the man tossed the woman through the open door and slammed it shut behind her.

You immediately went for the doorknob jiggling the metal quickly as Soap wrangled the woman to the wall, checking her for weapons. You ignored the both of them as you glared at the locked door in front of you. Glass shattered on the other side of the door and you backed up a step before Soap moved to stop you, "Wait!" You hesitated as the Sergeant continued, his hand wrapped around the woman’s arm keeping her in sight at all times, "Man could have a bomb in there, Speck." Your eyes shot back to the closed door, eyes narrowing at the object between you and the man who had tried to kill you.

The desire for vengeance burned deep though as your glare shot back to the Scot. You then answered him cooly, "Better start running then, kid." Gaelic curses and insults followed you as your foot slammed into the door with a hard kick, busting the frame in as you pushed inside. Your gun leveled aimed head level but there was no one else in the room, just a busted window in front of you. Head empty of thought except for two words, 'Fuck it,' you took off after him. At least until Soap's hand grabbed your wrist and he stopped you dead in your tracks just before you painfully wrenched your still healing arm. "What the fuck are-" you stopped when you noticed what the man was looking at.

A case sat at the foot of the bed. It was unopened but there wasn't much else it could be other than the word currently running through your mind, ‘Bomb.’ Your head hit the clouds, too much had run through your mind before this whole thing started. Too much that was too similar to what had ended your last career.

Christ you'd even sent Cerberus away with someone else and now it was going to happen again. You were going to lose it all and it was going to be your fault. At least this time you wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of a monumental fuck up though, huh? The jostling of your injured shoulder pulled you out of your frozen state as Soap shot a glare at you and started to pull you with him along with the woman, "Come on we've got to get the fuck out of here. There is no telling what will set that thing off." That was probably best, yeah. For anyone else anyway.

Part of you truly wanted to follow him, to just leave without worrying about anyone else in the area but you couldn't. Not when you'd already let two of these things go off in the middle of the market because you hadn’t been paying attention. There was no telling how bad this one would be. How many people would die if you stepped away again? That wasn’t something you were willing to go to Hell with on your hands. Your suffering was already gonna be bad enough with that. "Price local law enforcement are gonna be here any second," Ghost’s voice came through your headset.

It distracted Soap long enough for you to pull your arm free and reach for your EOD kit. Squatting down at the foot of the bed even as he let out another string of Gaelic curses. John’s voice came through the headset next, "Soap status on the HVT?" After this was over you really needed to get him to say that more. It sounded truly adorable coming from him with that accent. You could just imagine him staring intently ahead as he asked for your status with that little hat sitting on his head. It brought a smile to your face even as you began inspecting the case.

The Scotsman backed up a couple steps as he watched you begin carefully. Running your hands over the sides of the case as you checked for triggers on the outside. "Potential bomb Price. HVT is gone though, we'll need the family," you could practically hear everyone in the building cursing. You’d lost the only reason you’d come here and it was your fault. You should have been quicker. Should have gone after him. Should have done something more, whatever you could.

No, focus, there was a potential bomb in your hands, you couldn’t afford to be distracted by the shoulda, woulda, couldas. You flipped the top open slowly, still checking for any kind of wire or trigger as you went. As the lid finally opened all the way you sighed and muttered to the man behind you, "Not potential anymore Soap. Definitely a bomb. Get to running," you leaned up to examine it better, listening to the Scotsman relay the information to the rest of the team.

You could hear the approaching sirens literally counting down the time you had left to defuse this damn thing and get out even though there wasn’t a visible timer as of yet. John's commanding voice growled out orders though in your ear, "Everyone get to the van. Bomb isn't our problem, we're leaving." No, the bomb was most certainly your problem. They could leave if they wanted to, in fact you highly encouraged it. You'd rather not have their deaths on your hands when you met your maker.

Ghost didn't hesitate to answer with an affirmative. And Soap was about to as well when he noticed you still weren't moving. Instead you were pulling another tool out of the kit as you ran a delicate touch over a wire. "Speck, come on, we've got to go," he urged you vehemently. You shot him a look but stayed quiet, keeping the majority of your focus on the most pressing matters right now.

No timer meant remote detonation was most probable. Or some kind of trigger in the room maybe. Unless it was a timer but without a face in which case there was no telling how long you had left until it went kaboom. Another smile at the sound effect you made in your mind before Price's voice came through over your headset, "Soap, Speck, do you copy? We're regrouping on the van. It's time to leave." Soap remained stubbornly still right behind you as you worked, still holding the woman by her bicep as he actively refused to answer the man.

A sigh left you as you pulled away from the case and hit your radio growling out a quick, "Copy Cap." You shot another glare towards Soap before you went back to work. He still stayed stubbornly at your side. At least until you said in the calmest tone he'd ever heard for someone messing with a bomb, "You should leave Soap. Make sure the Captain gets Cerberus into the van for me. I'll be there as soon as I'm done here, alright?" He scoffed at that and shook his head.

The man put himself even closer instead with a stubborn look in his eye, "I mean it Soap. You don't even know me. Don't know my name, you don’t know the things I’ve done. I'm not worth you dying over, kid. Besides, your Lieutenant might kill me again if I get you killed too, so please do me a favor and head on out ok? And make sure everyone else gets far away from here." You had a small smile on your mouth as you cut one wire linking a series of secondary detonators to the blasting cap.

Soap watched, his eyes flicking between you, the bomb, and the broken window you had nearly jumped out of. The sirens were nearly outside the building now. Probably trying to get through the crowded streets to the building's location. Slowly he backed up and shook his head, "You better not die here Speck." You gave a low hum of affirmation as he found the door. "And don't get caught either, we'll find you alright?" Another low hum of agreement and Soap took off back down the hall with the woman in tow.

The calm had overtaken you by this point. Feeling the cool chill of ice rush through your veins that cooled your heated body and stopped the adrenaline coursing through you from causing your hands to shake. No more remote detonation, but there was still the timer with an unknown detonation time. The wires were making your head hurt, or was that the law enforcement outside with their raging sirens. No. No it had to be John's voice that was currently yelling into the comms, "Speck get your arse down to the van now!" Yeah, no problem Captain, be there in just a tick. Little bomb humor, it made you smirk as you kept going. Keep a hold of that one for later.

You traced the wire back to the timing device, blinking a couple times as you held it between your thumb and forefinger. Talented at EOD you were not, but you were competent. Still you weren’t completely sure you were correct in your choice this time. The seconds ticked by in your head as you looked down at it. Tracing it once more to double check you held the cutters up to the wire and pursed your lips. You only mess up once right? Fuck it.

The wire split in half and you waited for the bright light. The searing burn that came with the heat of a bomb and the fires of Hell. Instead there was a click from deeper inside the case. Your heart stopped and you sucked in a breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did you miss? You'd checked every inch of that bomb, what could you have possibly missed? You’d already disconnected the remote detonator. And the secondary tripwire triggers. Nothing, you hadn't missed a single thing. Your uptick in heartbeat slowly calmed again as you realized the click had been the bomb disarming. Holy shit you hadn't just killed yourself and countless people. Oh thank fuck.

Time to get out of here before you got yourself killed. You grabbed your EOD kit and closed it up, loading your gear back into the pouch at your side. As you slung your gun over your shoulder you heard something clink behind you and turned just in time to see the small looking canister on the ground. Ah shit. It went off right before your eyes and everything went white, your ears ringing as it disoriented every sense you had.

Your head tumbled dizzily with vertigo and you felt yourself stumbling backwards through a minefield of obstacles. Hands grasping desperately for anything to hold onto and keep yourself from falling onto the floor of the room. When your knees buckled and you felt like you were free falling though you felt bile rise in your stomach. The fuck? It wasn’t a grenade, shit was a flashbang what the hell had just happened?

The drop was long and good God did it hurt the second your body hit the ground, nearly falling on your head. Where the fuck were you? What the hell was going on? The bile in your stomach rose again before you could stop it and you turned on an elbow, the few contents in your stomach spilling onto someone’s shoes that had rushed to help you before they too scrambled backwards.

Pain coursed through your body as you stared up at the window you'd just stumbled out of and onto main street out front of the warehouse below. People screamed around you and backed up from your form. You were laid out on the ground on your back now. Your rifle laid across your stomach as you groaned and tried to push yourself up. You needed to go. Move Speck. Get the fuck out of here. Now Speck. Go! Move you idiot!

You stood slowly as the doors of the warehouse opened and you saw the officers beginning to file out, looking for you. Your eyes darted back and forth for some kind of escape route that didn't involve heading anywhere near them. If you didn't get off the main street right now though you'd be in a Pakistani prison by nightfall. You put your back to the officers filing out as you pulled at the straps of the helmet, taking it off of your head as you tried your best to blend in for as long as you could.

Don't look back, just keep walking Speck. You could feel the strap of your gun tugging at your neck as you went. It kept you as hidden as you could in the sea of bodies as the officers searched for you. The crowd was parting around you though like the red sea did for Moses. The second you heard the officers yelling you took off as fast as you could. Don’t look back, just go, the last thing you needed was to get caught.

Darting down an alley you tried to shake your tail in the maze of alleys and backstreets, but they knew the city better than you could ever hope to. Don't stop running though, not until sirens disappear, Speck. Your feet pounded against the hard ground, gun strap around your shoulder as you fled the scene. Another street was ahead, the only option you had for escape at this point. You certainly couldn't head back the way you'd come, not with the officers you knew were currently trying to track you down. Fuck it.

You sprinted towards the street but before you got there the cargo van skidded to a halt in front of you. Brakes and tires squealing in the effort. How the fuck had they found you? The back doors flung open and Soap and Gaz hopped out. Watching the way you were coming from with their guns raised. A few shots popped off behind you and they were quick to return the fire. John looked around the side of the door and yelled, "Get in! We are leaving!" Good enough for you. You hauled ass towards them, John reaching a hand out to pull you up into the van as you hopped inside. Soap and Gaz right behind you as they fired off a couple more shots.

The second John yelled, "Go, go, go!" The van took off before the doors had even shut. Watcher quite literally floored it as John, Soap, and Gaz worked together to pull the doors closed. You were leaning against the side of the van as the Captain whirled on you. Fire swam in his eyes. Barely controlled anger obvious on his features, "What the fuck were you thinking? Were you even thinking?" Indignation flared in your mind as you stood up straight. He was hot when he was angry sure but his questions raised that rebellious side of your mind and your chin lifted and your shoulders squared in response.

The need to rebel against the man trying to put you down fueled your actions, no one questioned your decisions but you. Even when you knew you'd be kicking yourself for it later you couldn't help yourself but to shoot back, "I was thinking I could keep a lot of people from dying. I was thinking I could do my job," you managed to growl out through gritted teeth. A much deeper growl came from behind the false wall and you heard the loud barks echoing through the small space. Claws scratched vigorously as Cerberus tried to get through to you.

John wasn't done with you though, his hand grabbing one of the straps on your vest and forcing you to lock your eyes on him, "I wasn't looking for an actual answer. Keep your mouth in check or I'll do it for you." Your teeth clenched together, watching as he stared down at you. The tension in the van was palpable as he reamed you verbally. Not even Cerberus' thunderous barking could break the attention the both of you had on one another. His anger was a front for his worry. You could see it in his eyes as the waves of fury danced in his eyes, parting for just a quick moment as he let you see it.

Your lips pursed, suffocating your own anger at being questioned, "Copy that, sir," you forced out. Watching as his eyes flicked down to your mouth you continued to stare hard at him. You wanted to call him out, say something that made him understand, but he didn’t need to know the guilt you felt. The guilt you always carried strapped to your back. His hand in your vest pushed you a bit harder, your back hitting the metal hard and drawing out a huff of pain from you in response.

The blue eyes staring down at you narrowed slightly before he growled, "When I give you an order you follow it. I say get back to the van, you get there like your life depends on it because it probably does." John stopped, his gaze not softening in the slightest as you gave him a quick nod of understanding despite the fire in your eyes. His hand loosened in the strap of your vest before he stepped back with a sigh and shook his head. His eyes found the two Sergeants staring between the two of you then, the both of them staying quiet in the suffocating tension. "What are you two looking at?" Soap and Gaz immediately shook their heads in answer, hands raising as they quietly claimed their innocence.

It was the first time you'd had a chance to glance around the back of the van. Ghost was watching with his arms crossed against the other wall. You hadn’t even realized that he too was back here. When a pothole rocked the entire van, everyone immediately reached for the nearest thing they could hold onto. Ghost found the wall behind him just as you did the same on your side. Soap and Gaz braced themselves against the doors and one another. John, who was standing in the middle of the van, fell backwards against you.

He tensed the moment he touched you as you steadied him with an arm around his waist. One of his hands slapped over the back of your own hand currently braced against the wall. While the finger’s of his left latched onto your forearm. Heat flared over your skin as he touched it, the calluses of his palm catching against the hair of your arms. Damn he felt good like this. His back pressing firmly against your chest as you held him against you with one arm. Barely catching yourself before you pressed your lips to his just barely exposed neck.

Your mouth would fit just perfectly right above that tan and black bandana he was wearing. Just lean up to that space right below his hairline where you could see that little string that kept his boonie hat in place. Standing up a bit taller you very nearly did it, blinking a couple times as you remembered just where the hell you were and the fact you had been at each other’s throats not even fifteen seconds ago. Your arm released like you’d been burned by a stove or something and you stepped back, moving your hand to the rifle instead as you huffed.

John seemed just as tense still as he adjusted his bandana, pulling it up at the back and refusing to turn around to look at you. Thankfully no one else seemed to have noticed your impulse control issues. How very near you came to kissing their Captain right in front of them. Soap walked right on by you towards the false wall and released the latch. In the next second a big body shot through the opening he created. Cerberus found your legs immediately, his ears pinned back against his head, tail wagging nervously behind him, and quiet yips like a puppy left his maw.

Soap snorted at the sight and opened the false wall the rest of the way to find that the separator that closed off the small cubby to the front of the van was closed as well. You kneeled down with the dog, whispering quietly to him as you fought to calm him down. When Soap opened the front false wall you glanced up to see Konig’s wide eyes staring from the passenger seat as he said, “Is the dog calmed down now?” His voice was a little higher in pitch than normal, like he was trying to hide his fear.

Your head tilted as Soap gave a slow nod, brows from around the back furrowed in confusion at Konig’s comment. The Sergeant stepped out of the way so Konig could see you with Cerberus on the ground, his belly up in the air in front of you. “I thought he was going to eat me. He did not like your yelling Captain, scared me to death,” you hid your smile as you pressed a free hand into your mouth. The other still running soothingly over the dog’s stomach.

John huffed and shook his head, “S’pose not. Speck needed to hear it though,” he grumbled as he found himself a seat against the wall and Konig made his way into the back once more. Everyone seemed to settle down after that, tiredness after a mission nearly being absolutely fucked weighing on everyone’s frayed nerves.

The only place left for you to sit as everyone piled into the little cubby of the van though was of course next to John. No sense in drawing this awkwardness out though, best not to make it obvious how averse you were to taking a seat beside the brunette. It wasn’t lost on him though, you felt his gaze on you, scalding your face with heat. When you glanced his way though he crossed his arms over his chest, shut his eyes, and tilted his head back against the cool metal of the van. You had a feeling you would end up regretting your decision to stay behind when he got the chance to get you alone later.

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twenty - house training

warnings: explicit content 18+ (oral m receiving, mxf). mentions of death, injuries, canon typical violence. tiny slight bit of matt x karen but blink and u miss it really. they r just friends.

a/n: told u the next one was coming FAST. and it’s long too. also thx to everyone who said they enjoyed the frank w the kid situation going on, i was going to breeze thru their time together bc i didn’t think ppl would like that, but i added a lil part in this chapter just for u guys!! i love this chapter so much omfg. the whole gang is here!!!!

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It’s 4am and Frank Castle is wide awake.

Six months ago that was fine. He didn’t sleep much at the best of times. Even when he was in the army he couldn’t shut his brain off. Always thinking of what he needed to do tomorrow, if he’d be able to get home soon, what he was missing out on at home. He couldn’t stop thinking about Maria, his kids, what they might be doing, if they were safe. Even when it wasn’t about them it was involuntary— he just couldn’t shut it off.

But now, it feels like torture. It’s because of you— ever since that night in the hotel where you curled up next to him after he’d dragged you out of the water, he’d slept like a god damn baby. Just knowing you were in the room somewhere close, safe, in a four step radius from him. It just meant he didn’t have to think about any of that other shit. You were right there, and all he had to do was reach out and you’d be safe.

Now, he was cramped in a single bed trying to drown out the loud snores of a kid who’s clearly never had a good nights sleep in his life. He was laying like a starfish on his bed, out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. At least he felt safe enough to sleep here— some shitty hotel probably looked like a palace to him.

He’d already tried to call Madani about nine times in the past few hours, but she hadn’t so much as texted him. The one time he actually wanted her to call him, she doesn’t. It makes him feel sick— if something had happened to you, and he’d let you just drive away, he’d never forgive himself. Sam would never forgive him either.

Just as he’s about to try and close his eyes again, the phone in his bag buzzes. It’s quiet, but he’s been listening out for it inadvertently for fucking hours— it’s like an alarm. Ripping the phone out of his bag, he moves about as quiet as a bull, slamming out the door and closing it behind him, the small balcony about as much privacy as he could afford.

“Madani. I’ve been calling for fucking hours. Tell me—“

“Hey, Frank.” He has to put a hand on the railing to keep himself steady. Even just your voice, slow and soft through a muffled speaker manages to strip all that shit away and his eyes close, trying to breathe.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“You haven’t slept.” Even through the phone you can read him like an open book.

“Neither have you.” You laugh quietly, and he can hear the quiet hum on of engine behind the sound of you.

“You get out okay?”

“We’re fine.”

“We?” He slides down the railing, his head feeling heavier now. Madani hadn’t told you. He doesn’t know how you’ll react, if you even wanted him to do this— you’d told him Sam wasn’t his responsibility, but he just looked so…sad.

“They were gonna put him in a foster home. I didn’t think I…”

“Sam’s with you?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, and Frank can’t tell if it’s because you’re angry or you’re trying not to be heard.

“Yeah. Thought it might be easier for when you come back. He looked bad— back at the house. They didn’t know where he was gonna go.” There’s silence again, and his eyes close, listening to the sound of you breathing. He could fall asleep out here on the balcony to that sound.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” Your voice shakes, like you might start to cry.

“Yeah, I know. The kid looked sad, though.”

“Softie.” He’s smiling so big like you’ve just told him some great fucking thing, but really it’s just because he can hear you now, making fun of him and it’s only been a few hours but he fucking missed it. Missed it so bad.

“Where are you?” He keeps his eyes closed as you tell him everything that’s happened, how you were heading back to Murdock’s place with Karen to lay low until he could figure something out for you. He swallowed his pride and hummed in agreement, knowing that was something he couldn’t do for you. It’s why he’d suggested it.

The sound of your voice was doing something to him that he couldn’t place, wrenching something free in his chest that had been stuck longer than he’d admit. He kept asking you things about the cases Madani brought up, if she’d told you anything about the Gnuccis and where Bobby might be now.

“Frank?”

“Hm?”

“You could meet me there. Only a few hours away now.” He knows Murdocks place. It’s not far from him either.

“Just a few hours, yeah?” You sigh, and if he concentrates he can see the face your pulling, eyes fluttered shut and your head back. He’s glad the wind is cold as shit out here, cause he needs to focus.

“Think you can hold out that long?” He’s laughing again, leaning back against the door.

“You think you can do any better?” Your breath hitches on the other line. “Missed your voice.”

“It’s only been a few hours.”

“So?”

“Yeah. Missed yours too.” You say it quietly, muffled slightly so no one else in the car can hear you.

“You miss anything else?” His voice is low and heavy, and you let out an even longer sigh. He sees your face behind his closed eyes again, and nearly groans.

“I’m in the car, Frank.”

“I’m not.” You let out a soft curse, and it’s probably meant to be a warning but it sounds too fucking good. It’s like being starved, being away from you. He’s way too attached, he knows it’s not the time or the place but he never gets that right anyways, and he just needs to hear you. “Sound so pretty when you swear like that.”

“I’m going to hang up.”

“Nah. You missed me, didn’t you?”

“You’re an asshole.” Someone coughs on your end of the line and he hears you straighten up. “Does Sam seem okay?”

“Yeah. He’s fine. Eats like a horse.” He lets you change the subject. If you were asking about anyone else he wouldn’t. Just a few fucking hours.

“I’m scared he’s gonna be messed up. I don’t know what they did to him.” You shuffle again, and it sounds like you might cry again.

“Hey, don’t worry, okay? He’s alright. He ate a burger, slept, asked me a million questions and messed around with the radio for seven hours. Most normal kid I’ve seen.” A short, breathy laugh flows through the receiver. “He’s gonna be fine.”

“Thank you, for taking him with you. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.” He can’t keep his eyes open any longer, mumbling back some kind of response. “Need to sleep. I’ll—I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah. Real soon.” The receiver clicks off before he can say anything else. He doesn’t know how to navigate this shit— navigate you. He should of just said it. Said fucking something at least.

Real soon. Jesus Christ. He meant to tell you… when they shoved you in that car he should of said it back.

Sliding the door back open, he walks straight back to bed and his legs give out as soon as he finds the edge. He manages to sleep now, memories of you sending him unconscious in a matter of minutes.

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“Shit!” Frank flies upward at the sound, reaching for the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. He looks to the left and sees the kids bed empty, then hears something else break behind him.

The bathroom light is on, and he doesn’t think— the worst already running through his head. He kicks the door down, snapping the lock in one go, and the first thing he sees is the blood.

“Fuck!” The kid swears again, jumping backwards away from the aim of the gun, broken glass cracking under his feet. He backs up to the opposite wall so fast, Frank hasn’t even dropped his gun yet. “I’m sorry!”

“What the hell are you doing?!” He’s half asleep and not thinking right, dropping the gun, but the words come out angry and harsh. Blood’s running down the kids arm from his hand, which is clenched in a tight fist like he’s getting ready for a fight.

“I didn’t mean to— the light wasn’t working and I hate the dark! I thought if I just twisted the bulb… I’ve done it before but it smashed—“ He looked a lot younger than he is right now— skinny, folded over, eyes still darker than normal. Frank takes a step forward, glass from the broken bulb and cover crunching under his foot, and Sam straightens, his hand shaking a little. “I’m sorry— I thought I could—“

“It’s okay. It’s fine, yeah?” He tries, something about him being scared of him making him want to vomit. “You hurt?”

“No.” Blood continues to drip down his arm, and he’s still sticking to the corner of the bathroom. Frank goes to take another step, and more glass crunches. Looking down, there’s blood and glass all over, and the kid doesn’t have any shoes on.

“Just— stay there.” He’s staring at the floor, and Frank sighs, having no idea how to handle this— handle him. You were already scared he was going through shit you couldn’t help him with, the last thing you needed was to have Frank make it worse.

It wasn’t all that new to Frank, though— not the twelve year old kid, but the frozen reaction he had when Frank burst through the door, or the way he backed up and put as much distance between himself and Frank as possible. It was basic survival instinct, and he’s guessing the last time someone aimed a gun at this kid they weren’t trying to help him.

He came back into the bathroom to find Sam standing next to the sink, balancing on the toilet seat to avoid the glass, washing the cut on his hand. Using an old t-shirt, Frank managed to swipe away most of the mess to a corner of the room, the only noise the crunch of glass and the running water.

“You want me to take a look at it?” Frank breaks the silence, and the kids face doesn’t move, just stays staring at his hand.

“I’m sorry. About the light.” Sam says, and Frank stands, moving towards him slowly.

“Ah. Shit happens.” He shrugs, and Sam finally flicks his eyes up to him for half a second.

“I couldn’t do it.” Frank hardly hears it over the water, but he just keeps as still as he can, afraid to scare him off. “They wanted me to do what she did. Hurt people… and I couldn’t do it. I tried— but I never did it. Maybe if I could of, she wouldn’t be—“

“Hey— none of this is your fault. You hear me?” He crouches down, his forearm leaning on the edge of the sink. “Anything they did is on them alone.”

“She did it for me. Why couldn’t I do it for her? I could of tried harder. I’m not a kid anymore.” Frank knows he’s crying but doesn’t say anything about it.

“Let me see your hand.” Wordlessly, he reaches out, and Frank rifles through a tiny first aid kit, finding tweezers to start to pull the tiny shards of glass out. “The only thing your sister was worried about this whole time was you. It’s what older siblings are meant to do.”

“But I— ow.” Frank takes out a small piece of glass, and Sam flinches, but doesn’t pull away. Frank takes that as some kind of progress. “I wanted to help her. Like she helped me.”

“She did it because she wanted you to stay alive. And you did. You did everything you had to do.” Dropping the tweezers, Frank dries his hand. “Sometimes, the only thing you can do is keep going. Even if the people you care about the most aren’t there to help you do it.”

“Yeah.” To his credit, Frank bandages his hand without having to tell him not to move, and after he lets go, he stands, feeling the kids eyes on him. “They always came when it was dark. To try and make me… I don’t want the lights to be off.”

“I’ll leave the front one on.” Sam nods.

“Thanks. For—“ He holds up a now bandaged hand, and Frank just nods back.

“Go to sleep. We leave in a couple hours. Your sister called.” For the first time since he was eating, he smiles a little, then turns around and walks out of view.

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“Mornin’ sweetheart.” You hear in his voice but you don’t move, not wanting anything to wake you from this perfect dream. It feels so real, you swear you could even feel the warmth of his words on the shell of your ear, the press of his skin to yours.

One of his hands is splayed on your lower back, touching the small sliver of skin where your shirt rides up. You shuffle down slightly, encouraging him to go higher, and when he does you nearly purr with satisfaction. His chest presses against your arm with each inhale, and he leans closer, placing one sweet kiss to the side of your temple.

Your eyes reluctantly flutter open, but you can still feel the warmth of his palm, rough and soothing along your back. He kisses you again, and you know you can feel it; the dip of the bed as he leans forward, the warmth of his mouth, slowly kissing under your jaw, moving down your neck. You were conscious now, only just, but enough to think thoughts with some kind of rational.

“Frank?” He couldn’t be here. He was hours away. You swear you only fell asleep in Matts spare room an hour ago, there’s no way he was already here…

His nose brushes against your jaw, and his mouth is all softness as he looks up, finally hovering in front of you, pulling you awake with a slow press of his mouth to yours.

“Mhmm.” He hums against you. Every time his hand strokes up your back, your shirt comes up a little more. You shiver slightly, and he pulls you closer, your body turning to face him. He pulls back and kisses the tip of your nose. Your eyes fly open fully.

“You’re here.” Your arms don’t move as fast as you will them to, but instead they slowly wrap around his neck, and he smiles when you finally kiss him back. You shuffle up to taste more of him, feeling the soft strands of your now clean hair fall over your face. Frank groans, his tongue meeting yours with a desperate pull, fingers tracing the line of your cheekbone.

He takes control, flipping you underneath him now he knows your awake. He follows every single tired, subtle hint you give him so you don’t have to think— just feel him. Your back arches, and he knows you want him to wrap an arm under you, hold you up against his chest. Your fingers thread through his hair and he ducks down, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, finding all the places he’s claimed as his.

You sigh as he slots himself between your legs, groaning your name in a horse tone when he feels your not wearing anything besides the shirt. As his hand slides over your hip, he pulls back to find the hem of it, then stops moving completely, hovering over you with a confused look on your face.

“Who’s shirt is this?” Blinking a few times, still coming out of your sleepy state, you tilt your head.

“What?”

“Where’d you get it?”

“I don’t know? Matt gave me some cl-”

“You’re wearing Murdock’s clothes? In his bed?” Rolling your eyes, his hand on your hip tightens a little, the other tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Frank. He’s helping me— he was being nice.” He leans down to kiss you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth lightly.

“Yeah. Real nice of ‘im.”

“This was your idea. You called him, didn’t you?” He inhales deeply, like he’s trying to savour the smell of you.

“To be your lawyer. Not walk around in his clothes.”

“Well, I’m sure he’d like it just as much if I walked around naked.” He groans, burying his face in your neck. “Please don’t tell me your jealous right now.”

“Tryin’ not to be.” His teeth now drag lightly along the sensitive part of your neck, just under your ear, and you gasp.

“I just needed a shirt.” In one movement, he slips the shirt you were wearing over your head, throwing it somewhere in the room, and then takes his own off. “Happy?”

“Fuckin’ thrilled.” He peppers you with kisses even though your laughing, but when he presses his weight down between your legs you breathe his name, eyes closing, feeling that warm, shuddering feeling flood your body again.

“Wait... wait where’s—”

“Karen and Matt took him out for food. Told you the kid eats like a horse.” You should probably ask more questions, make sure he’s okay, but Frank leans down again, kisses you so deeply that the dreamlike feeling comes back and nothing else matters— nothing else can matter but the feeling of having Frank like this.

His hands wander all over your body, scorching heat trailing every line his fingers trace. He pulls you down the mattress, torso lined below his mouth. He looks up at you, making sure you see his face when he kisses his way down a little lower. He murmurs words against your skin, your hands brushing through his hair, simultaneously pushing him down and tugging him toward you.

“Frank...”

“What do you need?” He stops moving, head resting on the top of your thigh. The sight is fucking dizzying— how his hands look hooked around your legs, his eyes half dazed. You tug on his hair lightly, and he frowns, but follows your movement. Once he’s hovering above you, you flip him over in one move, sucking in a breath when the warmth of his chest presses against your thighs.

He moves where you put him, one hand in your hair, the other reaching out for you, running along your back, then your shoulder as you shuffle lower, and when you roll the waistband of his boxers down, his free hand fists into the sheets. Blinking up at him, he looks completely gone, his eyes only half open and his knuckles white with restraint.

You couldn’t help it, some baseline thing inside of you just wanting to give an inch of what he’s given to you. And he has─given so fucking much to you. Given you anything you asked for and more. You want to give him what he needs now— you.

You take him into your mouth, and you can’t hold the moan you let out at the taste of him. His hand tightens in your hair, wrapping around the length of it in a makeshift ponytail. He says your name, over and over, and with each slow motion of your mouth you take more of him in. You’re greedy— swirling your tongue around his head, taking your time to memorise the taste of him, the way he sounds when you take him deeper.

“Fuck— so fu— shit.” His head falls back, the rest of the words getting lost in choked out moans. The broken way he’s trying to tell you how good it feels only spurs you on, taking him deeper, not caring what you sound like or look like, only caring that he feels as good as he gives.

Taking him to the back of your throat, you swallow around him, and he borderline growls before the hand in your hair pulls you up slowly. You know it’s messy but you get the feeling he likes it, the way he holds you there, inches above him, his eyes flitting over your face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says lowly, and pulls you up so quick your arms give out, but he’s too fast for you to care. Swinging you underneath him, his mouth is on you, swallowing you like he’s never had you before. It’s desperate and messy, and it’s everything you missed about him, teeth and tongue and hands are all you can focus on.

It’s what it’s always like with him— everything ceases to exists, nothing else matters when he’s here in front of you, when he’s kissing you like you really are that fucking gorgeous and he can’t get enough. One arm wraps around his neck, the other is taken above your head by his free hand, fingers interlocking.

It’s something he does a lot when your like this, and you can almost read him through it. How his hand gets tighter the longer he fucks you, how he holds it there and doesn’t let go, keeps one hand on you until it’s no longer possible. Like he needs to keep you in arms reach. It makes you feel safe, and when he slides into you, there’s no where else in the world that’s felt more right.

Neither of you say anything other than each others names as he drives into you, slow and deep. It feels perfect— right, and when he pulls back to look at your face, there’s something you go to say. Something you’ve said only once, and something he didn’t say back. Three little words, yet they feel so heavy in your chest.

You didn’t expect him to, and really, if this was all you got from him, the way each stroke makes you feel like you’re on fire, and how he kisses you with so much hunger it makes you light headed, you could live with it. It means something different to him— he’s had that before, and maybe it’s not something he wants to have again, but you do. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like he is now.

“Frank…” You shudder as the hand on your hip trails softly across your stomach, down between your legs to circle your clit. He hums, the feeling against your collarbone as he dips his head to kiss you there, driving you closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Taking me so fucking good.” He speeds up, lifting his head and pressing his forehead to yours. His hand squeezes yours and you’re pretty sure your eyes roll back in your head, the rhythm of his hand and hips sending you into over drive.

“Close, Frankie. Please—“ You beg for everything he’s already giving you, and he obliges.

“Atta girl. Let go for me.” He whispers into your ear, and your release cracks open from your chest and floods your body with warmth, your thighs already shaking around Frank. “Fuck— that’s its, I fucking… I love you.”

At the last second he pulls out, and you feel him spill onto your bare skin, the sensation only sending you further into your own pleasure. His mouth is on you in the second after his confession, telling you everything all at once, but you are too blissed out to know the magnitude of it.

The gentle caress of his thumb over your knuckles where your hands are joined brings you down, and the solid weight of his body on yours takes your focus, allowing your heart beat to slowly return to normal.

He picks up a shirt and cleans you off slowly, then slides another one over your head. It smells like him— his shirt. You’ve worn it before, but then in dawns on you that the only other shirt in the room was the one you were wearing before. Matt’s shirt, that he just used to clean you off after—

“Tell me you didn’t just use what I think you did.” He doesn’t lift his head from where it’s buried in the crook of your neck, but he doesn’t need to. You feel him smile, and you’d have the mind to say something but he’s so real and he’s here— that when he picks up his head and smiles at you, you just kiss him again. “I hope you plan to wake me up like that every morning.”

“You don’t wear anything else other than this—“ His hand fists the shirt you have on “— and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“How’d you get here so fast?” He pulls you onto his chest, and you squint, the sun shining brightly into your face.

“Not that fast. It’s 3pm.” Your fingers trace soft lines along his chest, straying further down when you touch the metal chain that holds his wedding ring. “Besides, had a little motivation to get me here.”

“A blowjob?”

“Jesus.” You look up, seeing him turn his head away from you to try and hide the red in his face, and burst out laughing.

“I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t know if I’d see you after they—”

“I would’ve come found you wherever they took you.” It’s only one sentence but it makes your heart feel like it’s on fire. “But that’s not what I meant. I—“

You both hear the door open, and three voices fill the once quiet apartment.

“Later.” You whisper to him and swing out of the bed, very aware of how Franks eyes trail you when you stand, his shirt only just covering your ass. “Clothes?”

“Bags in the bathroom.” His hands rest under his head, making no move to get up.

You grab some clothes, making a conscious effort to take Matt’s dirty shirt off the floor and shove it underneath your bag, and quickly change before the voices outside the door get too close. Coming out of the bathroom, Frank has found another shirt, and is doing up his belt Once his hands are free they are on you, like he’s holding on to the last three seconds of time alone you have.

As much as you can’t wait to see your brother just outside— you know he’s safe, and you can hear him laugh at something, so you lean into the touch, coming up on your toes and turning your head to kiss him. He groans against your mouth, feeling your fingertips tread through his hair, and if the voices weren’t so close to the door, you’d lock it and keep him here all day.

“Later.” He says before kissing you on the forehead and letting you go, heading towards the door.

Opening it, your feet move faster than your brain does, and Sam spots you as soon as you walk into the room. He calls your name, giving you enough time to see his face— safe and smiling, before he grabs you and hugs you tight.

“Missed you too.” When he lets go, you bend down, and then you see his bandaged hand. “What’s this?”

“Tried to change a lightbulb. Don’t worry about it.” Frank answers for him, and the two of them look at each other with some kind of knowing look, but Sam looks grateful so you don’t push it.

“You been okay?” Sam nods, looking over to Karen and Matt.

“Yeah. I ate six pancakes for lunch. They just kept bringing them on these plates! It was fucking cool.” You can’t wipe the giant grin off your face, and you turn to Karen and Matt.

“Thank you.” Karen smiles and Matt shrugs, and then you remember what you’re here for. “I’m really— I don’t know how to repay you guys for everything. If there’s anything you need from me…”

“All I need is time. And for you to keep your guard dog from peeing on my floor.” Matt motions to Frank, and before you can figure out how he knows where exactly Frank is, he’s continuing. “Bobby Gnucci is AWOL. Without him, we have to rely entirely on getting Agent Madani to grant you immunity after the fact.”

“After the fact of what?”

“When you came to her the first time, and said you’d work with her, you didn’t sign anything. There wasn’t any record of it, there was no terms— no one even knew your face. Now she’s got you on record, and practically extracted all the information she needs to clear her own name. Knowing her, she’s not going to throw you under the bus, but without Bobby…” It’s clear even Matt is still trying to work through this thing. He sits down on the couch in front of him, Karen moving around next to him. “We have two options.”

“Okay.”

“One, we go to trial. That means sitting you in front of a public jury, your face and your brothers plastered on every newspaper and television in New York. It won’t be long before it turns national, considering your… record.”

“You’re supposed to win trials. You’re a god damn lawyer— it’s your job.” Frank says, standing behind you.

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t win. I said it would be public. Everyone would know you. Ignoring public opinion, the thing that’s been keeping you safe all these years is the fact that no one knows who you are. Once they put a face to the name… you’ve killed people in almost every major gang and organisation in the country. Bobby could be the least of your worries.” You swallow hard. Having enemies in New York was hard enough to track— let alone the entire country. And then your brother would be involved… you look to Frank, who knows exactly what it means to have enemies who would stop at nothing to hurt you, including going through one’s you love.

“Option two?” You say hopefully, and Matt sighs.

“Did you ever read what happened after the Punisher trial?” The question confuses you, but you rack your brain. You remember reading about the trial, and how hated he was. You don’t think you ever asked about the outcome, although you assumed he got out. He’s here, and free— which is more you can say for you.

“I don’t think so?”

“They killed him.” Karen says, and you laugh for a second before you realise she’s not joking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Madani. She faked my death in a shootout. Said I got caught in the crossfire. Made me a passport and got me a new life just outside the city.” Frank continues, and you turn to face him.

“And that worked?”

“For a while.” He says, a hand brushing yours. He looks back up to Matt. “You reckon she’d go for it?”

“Not without a lot of work. I’d need time. And a reason for you to…”

“Die? Surely we can find that. People get shot every day in New York.”

“Your brother, too. And it would still mean your faces go public. It has to be big.” You look at Frank, and he’s got that trained look in his eye that tells you he’s thinking the same thing as you.

“You said Bobby went AWOL. How do you know?” You pick up the newspaper on the desk, reading over Karen’s article about the death of the Colonel.

“Ever since they got Sam out, he’s disappeared. No phone calls, no emails, not even a ping on any of their networks. It’s like he’s completely disappeared.” Karen says.

There’s one place you can think of. One place that’s dark enough, lonely enough and isolated enough that someone could disappear for weeks, months even and no one would ever know. One place that no one would be looking anymore because it’s supposed to be desolate and evacuated.

“I’ve got a feeling we can avoid that all together.” You look up at Frank, and he smirks. “Feel like another road trip?”

“Road trip?” Karen asks, and they both stand from the couch.

“Washington D.C. He’ll be there.” Frank says as you put the article down.

“How do you know?”

“There’s only one place I know where a guy like that can disappear. Plus, he’s sentimental. He knows I know where he’ll be, and he wants me to come to him.”

He wants you to come back to him— that was the real truth, but there’s only one man you’d cross state lines for, one man you’d cross anything for, and he was standing right beside you, like he’d do for as long as you’d let him.

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where you belong (m) ||. joe burrow

pairings: frat boy joe burrow x reader

words: 9.1k

warnings: cursing, smut, shitty ending, a whole lotta nasty shit

description: the aftermath of part one

A/N: I didn't know how to end this type of fuckery and it shows lmao, hope yall like it though

Usually waking up for you would be a simple task, whether it's because you're in a rush to class or simply because you like to be prepared for the day. However this time it felt different, so much more different. The first thing you noticed was the sound of a lawnmower going off in the distance, and the smell of grass, something you couldn't experience in your leveled apartment. The second thing you notice is that you were completely naked except for a large t-shirt, a dull ache in your temple, and thirdly you could hear someone softly snoring behind you.

Memories of last night came to you in a bit of a haze, but you still could make out what happened, and feel it as well. The soreness you felt in your lower stomach, told you exactly what had transpired. Though that didn't make you panic, what did was the person. Peeling your eyes open, you caught sight of sports memorabilia hanging on the wall along with a weird poster of the movie Pootie Tang, without even looking you knew who was lying behind you sleeping peacefully without a care in the world.

You lay there, your heart skipping a beat as you process the memories of last night flushing through your brain. Gavin, you and Joe faking dating, you getting pissed drunk dancing in front of everyone, Spongebob, a confession from Joe?

You stop thinking after that, Joe had confessed to liking you, but was it guaranteed, or was it just the alcohol talking? Something in you really hoped it wasn't the latter, but you weren't going to stay and found out either. Turning your head around to face Joe cautiously knowing he could wake up any time soon.

You were met with him sleeping on his stomach, face mushed against a pillow, while his arm was thrown around your waist, and just as you were about to remove his arm, his body began to stir. Immediately you snapped your eyes shut and made your body go limp, certainly not ready for that awkward after-sex morning talk.

Joe woke up, eyes feeling drowsy, but his mood didn't, not after what had transpired last night. He thought that it had been too good to be true, thinking it was many of the dreams he had before you. But when he caught sight of your sleeping from his stomach fluttering, last night shortly after you fell asleep, he took the initiative to dress you in his t-shirt. And you looked damn good wearing it as you lay beside him "asleep".

As you lay there heart beating fast, you felt his hands brush a stray hair from your eyebrow, then you felt the feeling of the bed shift indicating Joe moving out of bed. A loud yawn escapes his mouth and the sound of bones cracking makes you open your eyes and peek, the sight you saw made you flustered entirely.

Joe stood there in low-hanging sweatpants with deep pink scratches littered on his chest, as he stretched his arms above his head. He started to turn his head in your direction causing you to quickly shut your eyes. Not a second later you felt a peck on your forehead, what was with all this affection? You were certain he didn't mean what he said last night right? It's not like you wanted it to be not true, you just wanted to save yourself from the embarrassment when you get that awkward "I was drunk last night, didn't mean any of it" talk.

His feet padded along the carpet floor as he heads towards the connected bathroom, after you hear the soft shut of the door and the sound of piss hitting the toilet water when you opened your eyes, the sun poured through the window hitting you right in the face which leads to you scrunching up your face, the sound of the toilet flushing could be heard before the sound of the shower going off.

Quickly as your aching body could, you hopped off the bed and looked around for your discarded clothing every step after pulling off the t-shirt Joe had put on you. It still felt as if he was plunging deep into you. While you were busy scattering around the semi-messy room, your eyes caught a glimpse of yourself. Standing in front of a body mirror that was planted on the back of his bathroom door, you see how fucked out you really looked. Bite marks littered on top of your breasts and alongside your neck.

There was no chance those could be hidden, no amount of makeup could pull it off without it looking weird. You stood there taking in your horrid appearance, dried mascara was smudged underneath your puffy eyes, and the only thing that was somewhat decent was your hair. It was still in a curly messy high ponytail, and a sore sensation was felt on your ass causing you to turn around to view it in the mirror, your mouth dropped wide open at the sight of a large handprint on both cheeks. Memories of Joe slapping your ass hard every time he thrust while you held on to him desperately, made their way into your mind.

You could feel yourself getting turned on by the memory and had the strong urge to walk into that bathroom and have him rail you in the shower in multiple positions. However, you just didn't know if you could face him right now, especially knowing that last night could've been a one-time thing. Ignoring your horny thoughts you quickly gathered your clothes, which only consists of your underwear and sweatpants.

You had no idea where the hell your sweatshirt went, so you dug into one of the dressers and stole one of Joe's which was a looney tunez tye-dye sweater. As you limped and walked towards the door, a flash of guilt ran through you, should you leave? Without saying anything? You felt like a total fuck girl bolting after she got what she wanted, but isn't that what Joe would want anyway? Better for you to leave on your terms rather than for him to tell you to fuck off.

Without taking another glance back you made your exit, after shutting his door you could hear a sharp gasp coming from behind you. Turning around fast you came face to face with Alexis who stood there with her mouth wide open in shock. From the looks of it, she was also making her exit, with her car keys in hand.

"You scared me," You chuckled nervously, trying to appear normal. But what was so normal about you sneaking out of who you thought was your sworn enemy's room? Nothing at all, and you could see in Alexis's face as she made the connection.

"Oh my god, I knew it-" She shrieked quite loudly, you rushed over and placed a hand over her mouth not wanting to alert anyone, certainly not Joe who could very well be making his way out of the shower.

"Shh! you think you could give me a ride home?" You asked, removing your hand.

She nodded still in shock. "Yes, but only if you give me the details of what happened on the way there."

You should've known this was coming but didn't refuse. "Okay, fine." As you both walked out of the house Alexis took note of your limp and laughed out loud. "Damn, he did a number on you."

You felt flustered as you slid into the passenger seat, slightly wincing at your sore backside. "Shut up Alexis."

She chuckled, turning the ignition, before backing out the driveway, a sense of relief filled you.

"So I'm assuming all that screaming last night wasn't from you and Joe fighting?" Alexis broke the silence, cutting her eye over to you.

Hiding your face in your hands, trying to shield your shame. "Please tell me you and Ja'marr didn't hear us last night."

"If I did that'll be a total lie," She chuckled, stopping at a red light, before laughing again in glee. " We also heard that bed going through it girl."

You tried to ignore her words by fidgeting with your phone, which was dead, hoping it'll be brought back to life and help you escape this riveting conversation.

"I can't believe this," You said, feeling mixed emotions about the entire ordeal. On one hand, you felt that maybe you should've stayed and talked about what happened with Joe, However, on the other, you felt somewhat dense in believing that Joe would even give you a second glance after last night, he got what he wanted right? you were now in the "I fell for joe burrow's spell" club.

A club you desperately tried to avoid.

Alexis seems to take note of your conflicted feelings asking," Do you regret it?"

"No, I didn't." As much as you wanted to immediately say yes, you couldn't because lord knows that last night was the best fuck you've ever had.

It was silent in the car for a moment before Alexis sent you a sky look. " So, how was it?"

You let out a deep sigh, one that sounded dreamy as if you were reminiscing about Joe making you cum three times last night, which you were. No amount of words can describe what you felt,

"Damn! That good huh? Bitch he left you speechless." Alexis laughed in disbelief.

"Just know at some point I couldn't figure out my name." You chuckled as she squealed.

"Ah! So how did all this happen? Because the last time I saw yall were ready to slice each other's throats, then suddenly you were fucking like rabbits." Alexis blurts out.

You let out a deep breath before telling it all, going from seeing Gavin and his girlfriend to pretending to fake a date. All, while you were explaining Alexis, listened closely, chiming in with a comment from here and there.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, it seemed like forever, and after thanking and saying goodbye to Alexis, you went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and make sense of what had happened.

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It's been three weeks since you've seen or heard from Joe. Mostly because you were avoiding the hell out of him, whenever you'd see him wandering around campus your legs would go on autopilot to turn the other way. Or whenever you were conversing with Ja'marr on the phone, and just so happened to hear a glimpse of his voice you'd make a wacky excuse to end the call.

You recognize your actions are somewhat immature or cowardly, it seems when Alexis dropped you off at your apartment when reality struck you like lightning. How is it going to be when you see him again? Awkward for sure, there was doubt he would even acknowledge you.

You figured it'll be better off cutting him completely off, and it seems Joe was fine with that because he remains unbothered by your actions, however, he was watching, on social media whenever you'd post on your insta story or feed he'd be the first person to like or see it.

He's never done that before, you don't even know when he started following you.

Given how you both acted towards one another before that night, being friends on social media wasn't something you two thought much about. Nevertheless, you followed him back, which is the only interaction you've had since you bailed.

In the midst of things, midterms were coming up causing a strike of fear in your heart. To avoid all-night cram sessions, you made a set schedule. Which consists of going to the college library every day for at least an hour, indulging in reviewing many lecture notes and assignments.

You were currently sitting in front of your laptop in the almost empty library, it was a Saturday, and the majority of minds weren't on anything school related, instead more likely preparing for the next big party that was happening. You envied those who were able to seem careless and decide to throw their troubles for one night and party. It wasn't a terrific idea but, boy sitting here alone was boring and somewhat depressing. Ja'marr and Alexis were out on a date, so you couldn't hang with them.

You started to lose interest in studying due to the lack of fun you were having from it.

Standing up for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes, you walked down the aisle passing the half-asleep librarian heading for the vending machine by the entrance, you pondered for a moment before deciding on a stick of bubble gum and a candy bar for later. You walked back to your seat focusing on opening the pack of gum,

"You are such a nerd, it's nauseating." A familiar voice said, and you almost choked on your gum. Sitting in your seat in all his glory was Joe freaking Burrow smirking up at you.

"Joe, what are you doing here?" You breathed looking at him with wide eyes.

He sat there looking up at you with a glimmer in his eyes like he was eager to talk with you. Which came as a surprise, you would've thought after you fled without saying a word he would hold some resentment or just downright ignore you all together like you had been doing with him. But alas, here he was shamelessly gazing upon you up and down.

"You've been avoiding me? Why?" He said locking his eye with yours. His tone sounded serious and the question sounded more like a statement. The last thing you'd expect is him wanting the answers on why you were staying away. You thought he would go back to his old ways of treating you, only ten times worse. But no, the hateful eye he'll usually give you was replaced with something opposite.

"I haven't, just been busy." That was half a lie, you truly were busy with school.

"Alright, I'll give you that." He nodded to himself, unconvincingly. " So answer this then, why'd you leave?"

Your tongue toyed with the inside of your cheek as you thought of an excuse, but nothing seem to come to mind.

"Get out of my seat." You said, dodging the question. Joe took notice, and let out a small laugh.

"That was totally a me move, only it was harsher because I would've stayed, basking in the after-sex glow and possibly going for another round or two before I make my exit." He said the last part with a cocky smirk, though his tone was smug, deep down he wanted answers.

He had the idea of your staying would give him the opportunity for him to talk about a possible relationship, with his confession, him now knowing you never hated him, and the night you had together something has to take off from there right? He thought about it before when he was deep inside you, watching your beautiful features contort into pleasure, he thought about it whenever you and he were around each other. You are the girl for him, and only him.

"Fine, if you won't move then I will. Goodbye." You said closing off your laptop and grabbing your textbooks scurried off towards the exit.

Joe cursed under his breath before getting up and following you out of the library, he was a few feet in back of you as you fast-walked trying to get to your destination which was your apartment. He could easily catch up to you, but for just a moment he'd taken in the sight before him which was your ass fitting well in that fabulously tight mini-skirt. Every step you took your ass did a recoil he stared in awe mouth practically salivating at the memory of his very own hand gifting it a few wacks.

"Damn," He said out loud not caring if you heard or not.

Apparently you did, because you looked over your shoulder catching him in the act. "Really?"

He threw his hands in the air, acting innocent. "It looked at me first."

"Why are you following me?" You sighed, exiting out the main door of the library, and the cool spring air whipped across your face.

"Why did you leave?" He shot back, nodding at a few people who greeted him as they walk past.

"And you care because...? You got what you wanted, I wasn't going to wait for you to kick me out." You said turning around to face him,

A flash of hurt appeared on his face, which you didn't miss. His little pout and the way his eyebrow furrowed made you feel a little guilty but what you said was true, knowing your true feelings for him it would've crushed you for him to kick you aside like the others.

"Is that all you think I want from you?" He asked in disbelief. "There isn't a day where I don't think about you, just the thought of you makes me crazy, it's so fucking scary because I've never felt like this before. Even before that night, I spent with you"

Joe would've never thought in a million years he would have this conversation with a girl, he wasn't used to sharing his feelings with someone at all, when it came to real emotion he kept it all in always telling people he wasn't a "relationship type of guy" which wasn't true at all. No one knew this but Joe has always been a hopeless romantic deep inside, and when he saw you he felt like his time has come. Although you were at each other's throats the majority of the time as toxic as it sounds his likeness grew for you more each time.

You were standing there in shock as the words slip past his lips, feeling deja vu from the night he confessed. So he was serious? You thought, feeling relieved.

"Look,I know ever since you met me I can be a bit of a—" He paused trying to think of the right word.

You decided to cut in to help him out. "Slut? Egotistical maniac? A manipulating dick who benefits from himself?"

"Ouch, that's what you think huh?" He put a hand over his heart faking as if he was hurt. Which he was a little, hearing those words come out of your mouth made him mentally wince.

"That's what I tried to think of you, but I know you're much more than that." You told him, and his face dropped even more. Quickly you assured him." In a good way!"

He smiled and looked at the ground before looking at you again. "That's good to know because I definitely can show you I'm more than those things."

"And how are you going to do that?"

Joe took a deep breath preparing himself for what he's never asked a girl for a while. "Go on a date with me?"

Your stomach swirled with excitement along with a dash of nervousness. You never thought this moment would come, it felt so surreal several months of you two battling didn't seem like this would ever happen.

"Sorry I can't," You said sheepishly,

He felt as if his heart dropped down to his stomach, his shoulders slumped down as he looked at the ground, not having the courage to look you in the eye.

"Joe, I'm kidding." You smiled when he looked up at your playful expression. " I would love to go on a date with you."

He let out a sigh of relief, before laughing. "Okay I see, that's how you do me?:

"I couldn't help it, the opportunity was right there." You laughed as he shove you lightly. You stumbled a little still laughing while looking back to see if anyone was behind you. After all, you two were standing in the middle of campus, with students pouring in from left or right.

"Thanks for that," He sarcastically said, pretending to be mad when in reality he was glad that you made the little joke it destroyed the nervousness he was feeling prior.

"You're welcome," You smiled along with him, rocking on the heels of your feet.

Joe opened his mouth to say something when his phone buzzed in his pocket, it was one of his fraternity friends, they had been supposed to meet up at the gym around 2:30 he was half an hour late.

"Shit, I have to go," He cursed after texting a quick lie stating that traffic was bad.

"Okay." You said feeling a little disappointed he had to go when ironically he was the one you were running away from thirty minutes ago.

He stepped closer to you, to the point you can smell his striking cologne. With his pointer finger and thumb, he grasped your chin, tilting your head upward. "Hey, tomorrow at five I'll pick you up, yeah?"

You nodded, looking at his memorizing features, few strands of hair fell down his forehead.

The crinkles by his eyes appeared as he grinned, before leaning down and pressing his warm lips against your forehead. By now your stomach was doing backflips, you were already a sucker for forehead kisses even more now that it's Joe giving one to you.

Disappointedly he pulled away, followed by a simple. "See you tomorrow."

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The next day rolled around faster than you could've ever imagined and the butterflies in your stomach seem to grow more as time went flying so quickly that it was already four-thirty. You had thirty minutes to get ready, and you still couldn't pick out an outfit.

"Okay how about this one?" You said holding up a black sheer mini dress.

"Babe, didn't he say casual ?" Alexis asked with amusement.

Due to your current crisis, you decided to facetime Alexis, needing another girl's opinion was a given right now.

"He did," You sighed dropping the dress in the pile of clothes, you walked back into your closet digging some more, leaving Alexis propped up against your desk.

"Make it casual but sexy at the same time!" Alexis shouted from the phone.

You kept that in mind once again searching for the right fit, after a few minutes you finally come across a simple black corset top that showed off your stomach and gave your boobs an extra push. You remember buying it specifically to please your ex Gavin, he never got to see it and you were glad because the fucker didn't deserve to see you in it.

You mentally thanked him though, if he would've never showed up at that party, this date probably wouldn't even happen due to how stubborn you and Joe were going to be.

Grabbing a pair of high waist ripped jeans, you slipped them on along with the top. You also grabbed your all white low air force ones.

"Okay, what do you think?" You asked stepping out in your full outfit, giving Alexis a 360 twirl.

A high whistle came from her as she looked over your outfit carefully. "You look fucking hot, the ass and boobs are on ten."

"It's not too much?" You asked fiddling with the top.

Alexis rolled her eyes. "Would you stop worrying? Joe is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

You smiled at the mention of his name. "I still can't believe this is happening."

After all those months of bickering to the point of it were almost an instinct to fight whenever you see each other, a part of your brain still couldn't process it.

"I can," Alexis scoffed. "You two were a walking cliche of the enemies to lovers trope."

"It does seem like that huh?" You thought about it for a second, with Joe being the typical frat football player that everyone knows and you being the closed-off top scholar, it did give off the impression of being the typical cliché.

You talked with Alexis for another couple minutes before a text from Joe popped up stating that he's on his way, accidentally a squeal escaped from you as the nerves spiked up again.

"Whats wrong?" Alexis said when she heard your squealing.

"He said that he's on his way, I'm freaking out." You told her.

She chuckled in amusement. " Would you calm down? Just three weeks ago he was in your guts, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine."

"Thats the thing Lex what if thats all he sees me as? Someone who is just a good fuck." It could be possible, after this date he realize how boring you are and want nothing to do with you.

"So you're saying he asked you out on this date because he's pussy-whipped?" She raised her eyebrows.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"So him confessing he likes you right before you two hooked up, was him being pussy-whipped as well?" Alexis pointed out.

You paused thinking it over, how could he be pussy-whipped without getting a taste of it first?

"That's what I thought, you're overthinking it too much, just have fun and relax yourself." She assured.

Have fun and relax, you chanted mentally as you made your way toward the door of your apartment where a knock could be heard. After you got off the phone with Alexis, almost immediately Joe texted his arrival, you assumed you'll meet him in the lobby however he surprise the hell out of you when he asked for your apartment number.

After fiddling with your hair, and outfit once more you took a deep breath and opened the door revealing Joe standing there dressed in a white t-shirt underneath a space jam logo jacket accompanied by his Cartier glasses. You couldn't help but gawk over him, another thing he never disappoints with was his sense of style.

While you were fawning over him, he was also doing the same thing with you.

Joe licked his bottom lip, and his icy blue eyes that were hidden behind his dark shades couldn't help but to take notice of the way your top clung closely to your chest, before ending right above your navel giving a sneak peek at your complexioned stomach.

He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to stray away before they could travel down to the jeans you wore which clung to your thighs like a second skin. "You look beautiful, as always."

A familiar tension were brought upon with you taking in each other's appearance.

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself." You pressed your lips together hiding a smile, it was so clear that he was nervous just like you. His body language tells it all, the constant lip licking, and the way his body swayed slightly. If you hadn't known who he was, you would've guessed this was his first date.

He gave a small shrug. " I try, ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

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Joe has never done this before, the closest to a date he's ever been on was when his mom arranged a date with her friend's daughter to the movies which ended up being a makeout session for half of the time they were there. He's never taken a girl out seriously, so he was a bit frightened, so frightened that he called up his mom for advice. She knew about you of course due to Joe's constant talk of admiration for you. His mom was excited that he finally asked you out, and even more, excited when he called for any advice letting her know that he was taking this more seriously than he's ever done.

He wasn't trying to be the man he was before, he wants to change and be a better person for you. The careless fratboy life isn't the lifestyle he wants, football and you are what he truly desires, and it was time to start focusing on that.

"Joe come skate with me!" You exclaimed gliding effortlessly to where he was standing behind the skating barrier.

Instead of taking you out where it's settled like a dinner date or the movies, he took you to an indoor amusement park, and you couldn't be happy it was less nerve-wracking, with all the arcade games you've played so far breaking the ice.

"Uh, me and skating don't get along very well." He shook his head, not looking you in the eye.

You noticed immediately and grinned. "Is that so? Or is it because you've never tried?"

"I don't need to try it, to know that we'll never get along." He taking a sip from his bottled water, truth is he's scared shitless.

"Well, you've tried me, and I'd say we're getting along." You pointed out, watching his eyes widen at your statement.

"What did you just say?" He asked smiling, eventhough he surely heard you loud and clear.

"Nothing." You said dragging out the "g", twirling around on your skates before facing him again. "I said let me teach you how to skate."

"Nope, coach will be on my ass if I break something out there." He stubbornly refuse.

You let out a scoff. "You honestly think I'm going to let that happen? I'll be right there to guide you, please try it?"

Joe made the mistake of looking into your pleading eyes and reluctantly agreed. He looked around the arcade noticing it was the majority of families and teenagers. Sighing in relief that he didn't notice any students from college witness him bust his ass.

When he first stood up in the skates he felt utterly ridiculous as he tried to regain balance after nearly falling on his face, however, you were there guiding him taking both of his hands.

"You want some knee pads and a helmet as well?" You teased, carefully leading him with both hands while occasionally looking back making sure you weren't going to crash into someone.

"Ha, ha, very funny." He rolled his eyes, causing you to laugh.

"All seriousness though, you're kinda getting the hang of it." You said watching his feet glide.

"Thank- wait what are you doing?!" He exclaimed his voice full of panic when you let one of his hands go.

"Relax, Joey." You laughed holding his right hand gliding along beside him and keeping up his pace which was a slow one but you didn't care.

He secretly smiles at the nickname, feeling like a lovesick puppy.

Once he finally got his rhythm, his confidence skyrocketed and soon you two were gliding in the rink weaving through people gleefully hand to hand. After a while, you got tired and rolled back to your table which sat directly behind the roller rink.

As you sat down with Joe following suit, you decided to say what was on your mind.

"I'm sorry I left that morning," Joe's head shot up to look at you from untying his shoes. "I thought you didn't mean what you had said that night and that if I had stayed you'd told me straight that it was a mistake."

Joe listened to your words carefully, processing them that would explain you avoiding him. You were scared of him rejecting you? It wasn't a surprise you would think that given your relationship before that night.

"No need to apologize, I just hope you feel the same way I do for you." He smiled grasping from across the table.

"Of course I do, been liking you for you for a while actually." You laughed to yourself.

"Look at us now, who what've thought?" Joe said looking at your joined hands.

It felt surreal and he was loving every second of it.

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Hours passed and you both left the arcade with smiling faces after playing just about every game. You drove around the city for a bit enjoying each other's company, you didn't want this night to end and you could tell Joe felt the same way. This is why when you arrived at your apartment, you both didn't say goodbye yet instead continued to talk and laugh while the music of your playlist blared in the background.

"I'm going to be honest here," He paused, you looked at him expectantly. "I don't want you to go."

"Really? Because I don't wanna leave."

His face lit up with a sweet smile, making his eyes crinkle. "I'm assuming you enjoyed yourself then?"

"You assume right."

After a few more minutes of the two of you continuing to talk without having an ounce of awkward silence, it started to get late and you knew you couldn't stay there forever as much as you wanted to.

However after you said your goodbyes, and on your way heading towards your apartment. You could practically feel Joe's eyes telling you to come back, which you did.

Bending down to lean against the passenger window your eyes met Joe's.

"Would you like to come inside?"

Walking ahead with your hand grasping his as you guided him down the hall toward your apartment, Joe felt like a kid in a candy store whether your intentions were sexual or not he was glad that the night hasn't ended with you.

When he entered the doorway, he realized that he's never been in your apartment, there was an attempt once when Ja'marr came to visit you, he tried to tag along walking through the door only to be stopped by you firing an insult. In the end, it had you two bickering back in forth in the doorway until ja'marr broke it off.

Oh, how the times have quickly changed he thought.

He took this opportunity to briefly look around, admiring how artistic and vibrant it is, which he loved, a home with personality.

"Welcome to my humble abode." You said after closing the door, following him towards the living room.

"I like it," He compliments, eyes looking over at the framed art on the wall, before glancing over at the glass yin yang shape table that's placed in front of the contemporary sofa. " I'm going have to steal that by the way"

You snorted out a laugh, sitting down in your cozy swivel chair while Joe took a seat across from you on the sofa after taking off his coat. Your eyes couldn't help but to go towards his long muscled legs that spread so casually. That simple act already had your mind going, and you felt bad about how dirty your mind is. He wasn't even doing anything sexual for christ's sake!

Needing a cool down, you stood up from your chair. "I'm going to head in the kitchen, you want anything to drink?"

Joe took notice of your flustered state, and immediately knew what was up, he dealt with many girls to know what they were feeling.

"C'mere for a second." He motioned with his head, after a few minutes of silence Joe couldn't help his mind moving to all the things he wanted to do to you.

Your legs were on autopilot, making their way in his direction. Just when you were going to sit down beside him, Joe tugged you by the waist onto his lap, causing you to sit sideways lower back digging into the arm of the sofa while your legs dangle over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a tremor in your voice, looking into his dark shades blue eyes full of sudden lust.

"You were far away," He states, fingers skimming over your knee which was exposed through your ripped jeans. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," You said, he nodded as his other hand that was wrapped around your shoulders traveled down your arms rubbing it softly, more likely feeling the goosebumps that appeared. It felt like the more he touched you, your body become warm and everything hypersensitive.

You watched his hand that was now toying with a loose string of your jeans, in slight awe staring at his prominent veins before moving up to his thick forearm to his neck.

Joe already staring at you intensely when you met his eye, he could feel the heat radiating off your body. His mind flashed back to when he held you close while pumping in and out, as melodic moans fell from your lips.

A warm flood of hunger went through him, as a sense of craving and anticipation for him to be inside of you again. He could feel his face becoming hot.

He removed his hand from your lap and placed it on your cheek rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. Closing your eyes, you relish in the warmth of his palm. Joe leaned forward pressing his forehead against yours. "I want to kiss you right now."

"Please do." You said opening your eyes, to meet his.

Thats when Joe broke. He grasps the back of your neck pulling your face close to his. The fulfillment you felt when his warm tongue slipped past your lips made the bottom pit of your stomach flutter. He could smell the sweetness of your fragrance, which cause his mind to go cloudy. Joe wrapped a strong arm across your abdomen, enjoying the feeling of your tongue massaging his.

Your mouths continued to move in sync, at some point Joe gently sucked and bit your bottom lip pulling it between his teeth slowly, it was the hottest thing you've ever experienced while kissing someone. You grew bold and placed trailed your kiss down to the crook of his neck, sucking and biting no doubt leaving fresh red markings.

Joe sigh in delight feeling your lips move against his skin, he took the time to feel you up, going from your chest down between your legs and giving your mound a generous massage. Your hips buck at his sudden movements

"Joe." You moan out breathlessly, your head still buried in the crook of his neck. His movements came to a halt and just as you were about to complain he stood up after hooking his arm under your knees, holding you in bridal style.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked walking towards the hall.

You told him where, and he entered carrying you towards your bed, the red tapestry lightning enrich the mood. You flopped down on the decorative pillows that's littered on your bed, letting out a squeal.

Joe stood at the end of the bed, watching you kicking off your shoes before maneuvering yourself into a kneeling position right in front of him. He placed a hand on your stomach pushing you back down on your back, before grabbing your ankles and yanking you down towards him. The feeling of wanting is apparent as you let him manhandle you in the most hottest way.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans before roughly yanking them down, causing yet another squeal to leave your lips. You were now left in just your underwear and top, watching him look you up and down. His eyes held a sultry gaze as he took in your appearance as if he had seen it for the first time. The strap of your corset top fell down your shoulder, giving him more of a clear view of the swell of your breast. His mind focused back when you sat up resting both knees on the bed in front of him once again.

His mouth met with yours once again, fingers threading through his freshly cut hair tugging it slightly, before traveling to his chest all the way down to his button of his jeans. Undoing it quickly before slipping your hand inside his briefs, Joe broke the kiss letting out a groan relishing the warmth your hand provided.

You took hold of his cock feeling it hot and swollen, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Every part of you tingled as you desperately wanted a taste. Trailing kisses down his clothed chest, with both hands pushing his underwear down along with his jeans, his dick sprang free at full length. Your mouth watered at the captivating sight, he was blessed with both thickness and length. Without giving it a second thought you ran your tongue alongside smooth and slightly veiny skin.

Joe breathing was getting heavier when he took the sight of you bending down at your own will, his fantasies about you were coming alive once again.

On all fours, you stared up at him with greedy eyes, he had the bottom of his shirt in between his teeth giving you a special view of his well groomed torso while looking down at you with his hand rubbing over your head. He was eager to watch you go to work on him, but instead of going for his dick your mouth made contact towards the balls, taking him by surprise.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned his words were slightly muffled due to him still holding the t-shirt.

You ran your tongue over his scrotum before pursing your lips and sucking gently on the skin. Joe's hand unknowingly tightens around your hair, while his eyes rolled back towards his head feeling completely different from anything he's ever experienced, and he has a lot of experiences.

Moans after moans along with curses fell from his lips, as you continued to suck and lick on his balls with no dick contact, it was truly remarkable and the sounds that were coming out of his mouth were left unrestrained. He couldn't think of any girl giving him this much pleasure from giving him a blow job, and you didn't even get to his dick yet...

You spent minutes just sucking and licking without getting any attention towards his length, mouth feeling like magic against him creating the most sensational pleasure he's ever experienced.

What seem like forever, you finally moved some attention towards his awaiting length. Wrapping your lips around the tip, Joe lets out a pleased hum both of his hands now cupping on either side of your head, glancing down into your eyes. He wasn't going to guide you, he felt it was necessary to let you do the work.

Holding eye contact, you sent a wink his way before slowly sliding down inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. The noise Joe made was filthy and hot, your jaw almost pushed past its limit, and you inhaled through your nose steadily to prepare to take him even further, which you did.

"What the fu—, Goddamn, fuck!" He groaned almost in disbelief, Joe is very much aware of his size and can admit that he's encountered girls who opted out, fearing he wouldn't fit.

You held one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as his hips involuntarily buck causing tears to well in your eyes. Relieving your breathing, you eased him out of your throat slowly before taking your other hand and twisting it up and down around his wet length.

"Joe," You said breathlessly, feeling yourself clenching around nothingness as you look at his state of him.

Head tossed back, eyebrows furrowed, the t-shirt still in between his teeth, he looked to be in utter bliss. It made you feel prideful in being the cause of him being so vulnerable.

Chest heaving he glanced down at the sound of his name. God you looked beautiful.

"Fuck my face."

His eyes widened at your request—no order, oh you are so brave to let him take control.

"Are you sure?" He asked, rubbing both thumbs beneath your eyes staining them with ruined mascara.

"More than sure," You stared up at him eagerly.

The neediness in your eyes was enough for him to take off his shirt tossing it aside before repositioning his hand on either side of your face and pushing his hips forward into your awaiting mouth.

With his deliberate, hard strokes as he pushes your head forward while his hiring move wildly, you realize you weren't sucking his dick, you were being fucked in the most delicious way. The willingness to come from your end makes it super sensual and just overall a complete turn-on knowing that you like to be handled this way by him.

You sputter and gagged barley holding yourself together but didn't let it up, enjoying the way his swollen dick thumping against the back of your throat.

Thirty five seconds of rapid fucking pause, he pulled his length out a string of saliva from the head streamed out.

"You okay beautiful?" He asks, you couldn't speak throat already badly aching, so you nodded as you took quick gasps of breaths despite your throat hurting you weren't in the mood to stop.

He plunges back in quickly, his thrust faster, letting him fuck your mouth like a rag doll gave you shivers as more wetness seep out of you causing your inner thighs to become slick.

Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, as Joe kept up his erotic movements. The sounds of squelching and Joe's rough grunts were the only sound could be heard in your room, maybe even thought your apartment.

"Just like that, thats it." He chanted as you held your tongue tight and slick against the underside of him. You could feel his dick pulsing and you could just tell he was close to cumming.

Your hand tapped his thigh, he immediately stopped his movements, then you pulled away soon replacing your mouth with your hand grabbing the base twisting it up and down rapidly, while holding out your tongue.

"Oh damn, you're unreal, fuck! I love you!" He sputtered out, you could feel his body tense getting lost in the moment. A second later his body relaxes then you felt multiple warm spurts hit your tongue some of it catching the corner of your mouth, you continued to milk him dry until he stopped your motions.

You pulled your tongue back into your mouth swallowing majority of his load, silently watching him recover from what felt like his soul leaving his body.

Feeling quite smug and fairly confident you decided to tease him a little, cocking your head to the side and pulling yourself up back to leaning on your knees, meeting him at eye level you sent him a smirk. "You love me huh?"

Joe uncharacteristically felt sheepish at his choice of words, he couldn't stop it from escaping. With his 6 he swipes residue from the corner of your mouth mumbling a small "shut up."

With no hesitation, you wrapped your mouth around his thumb licking it off, while Joe watched your every move letting out a small "Fuck".

Suddenly he grabbed at your ass kneading it, the act made you let out a moan. Your heart rate quickens when he then grasps your underwear, ripping it apart with only a few tugs, and tossing the shattered fabric on the floor.

The wetness between your thighs was still present, dying for any kind of attention.

After taking off the rest of his jeans, he pushed you on your back climbing over you on the bed situating his body between your thighs, as his hands explore your body squeezing your breasts which were still covered by your top, trailing down to roam your hip bone and thighs before finally settling in between your legs.

You squirm and moan when his fingers met with your soaking slit, adding pressure when his two fingers began to move up and down stimulating your most sensitive part. Joe's pupils dilated gazing down at your withering body when his finger began to pick up speed and ultimately entered his middle and ring finger in your seeping hole.

Spreading your thighs further apart, as you titled your hips up and grasping at his forearm, his thick fingers stretched your flesh as he dip in and out.

"Goddamn, you're soaking baby." He said fascinated by the sound your pussy was making and the sight of it oozing out the essence.

You wanted to respond to him, but couldn't find the words due to his fingers now curling inside you hitting the familiar spongey part that made you see stars.

Thighs trembling as you clenched around his digits, nearly making it impossible for him to move. The rapid movements toward your spot nearly wiped you out.

Joe couldn't keep his eyes off you falling apart beneath him, eyes rolling back, one hand clenches the sheets while the other stays on his forearms searching for some stability.

In the midst of his fingers moving inside you, his thumb grazed over your now engorged and swollen clit. You shut your eyes tightly not having the power to keep them open what you were currently feeling was something new, something extremely different.

Blindly you reach out to grab his free hand placing it at the column of your neck, completely lost in the pleasure. You moan out feeling him give your neck a generous squeeze.

Suddenly you feel an unfamiliar pressure build-up, it was a complex different feeling than your typical orgasm, this was something that was deep and it had you in a daze. Body temperature rises from between your legs to your stomach, and legs.

"J-joe I'm—" You were in disbelief at the new feeling, and Joe was completely oblivious as he leaned down to capture your lips with his, proceeding to stimulate your clit and caress the spot inside you.

A soft tremor in the inside of your thighs and the urge to release was what you felt before a gush of liquid squirted out of you making a complete mess, your legs shook as you let out the loudest scream, mind going blank for a few seconds.

Joe departed the kiss in shock, to glance down to where his hand was currently wet along with his lower half.

After coming down from your intense high, you opened your eyes in the realization of what you did. Never in your days, you've squirted, you vaguely remember Gavin trying to achieve the accomplishment only to fail horribly. And now here you were covered in your juices, honestly, you weren't that surprised given who you were dealing with right now

"That was fucking hot." Joe licked his lips, pulling out his fingers causing you to hiss.

Your chest rapidly fell and rose when you gave him a shy smile, one of your hands covering half of your face. Joe chuckled at your bashfulness before taking the hand away from your face and kissing it.

"Are you ready for more?" He asks, nowhere near done.

"Yes, please." You replied , feeling already fucked out despite him not being actually inside you.

"Turn around for me, beautiful." He said watch you with lust filled eyes, after seeing you squirt he was determined to have you do it again.

You flipped over having your knees to hold you up, feeling Joe getting situated behind you, gripping your hips more in a more upright position. You couldn't help but lean against his touch when his hands roamed over your back down to your ass giving it a gentle squeeze. A sharp gasp left your mouth when he roughly planted a harsh smack on one cheek, you should've known that was coming.

His fingers then reached to unzip your corset top in the back, the straps immediately fell your arms as your boobs was released. Excitement pulsed through you when you felt him rub the tip up and down at your soaking entrance, face buried in the pillow preparing for what's to come.

Joe lined himself in your entrance before pushing himself with ease due to your previous orgasm. A shudder racked through your body at the feeling of him filling you up, eyes rolled back once more. He stood still for a second letting out a low grunt, at the sensation of the wetness he was currently buried in.

One hand on your hip, while the other gripped your shoulder he began moving to thrust in and out, causing you to let out a sweet cry. Tears were back once again welling up, as his hips continued to smack against yours.

His grip was tight around your shoulders and hips, as his control of speed and depth of penatration grew faster and harder.

"Fuck, right there baby!" You shriek feeling him hit your g-spot.

"Right here?" He gave a specific hard thrust, which made you almost lose your mind softly batting your hands on the bed before gripping the sheets tightly.

"Yes! Yes, oh god." You called out, the most desperate and filthy noises left your mouth that would put any pornstar to shame.

Joe finally let go of your shoulder, only to swing his arm around your throat creating a form of a headlock, he uses his arm to pull you upright bringing your body entirely closer to him. His lips were by your ear as he kept you in place, swiftly biting your neck while using his free hand to play with your sensitive clit.

No words could formulate, you were completely and utterly dazed as he fucked the living daylight out of you. He watched your head loll against his arm that was encircled around your neck, feeling yet another deep sensation this one more intense.

You let out countless of whimpers at the feeling, lip turning into a small pout. Joe took notice of your frantic state and pressed a kiss on your cheek mumbling. "I know, I know, it's okay baby just relax."

His hand that was on your clit moved up to rub at your tummy soothingly, applying the right pressure on your lower abdomen which ultimately made you gush out once again spurts of juices going everywhere a huge rush of exhaustion and pleasure pulsed through your veins. Seeing you squirt yet again was what brought Joe to his high letting out a particular loud shout, hips moving against upwards gradually riding out his orgasm, before he officially came down.

Pressing a kiss on the side of your temple, he slowly pulls out letting out a hiss as his cum ran down your leg. Feeling exhausted you collapse forward on your stomach, hugging a pillow close, your legs still shaky hard while your jaw is tightly clenched.

Joe ran a hand through his wet sweaty hair, as he took in your state, even more, torn up than the last session you had.

"It's okay beautiful, c'mere." He laid on his side pulling you in front of him so that he was spooning.

"Joe, I have to go change these sheets." You mumbled in protest, yet not making any move. Your limbs felt entirely limp.

He lets out a chuckle. "I don't think you are in the position to do that, we'll get to it later."

You hummed closing your eyes, sleep was non avoidable at this point. "If I go to sleep you're not going to run out on me are you?"

"Never, that's your thing." He teased, you playfully nudged with your elbow.

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Home is where the hurt is: Part 1. Continuation from the Sleeping beauty drabble. (or the -stuff his mouth with a sock- drabble)

“Right!” Jay slammed the front door shut and before Zayne could even look up and croon a ‘welcome home’, immediately started ranting. “What happened last night was totally unfair!”

“You think?” Zayne just said. He lay splayed out on the couch, socked ankles crossed on the coffee table, staring ahead and swirling a cup of coffee. He didn’t seem to be in a ‘welcome home’ mood – didn’t even glance up – but also didn’t look like he’d only just woken up, so Jay gave himself the all-clear to list off what he’d been steaming about all day.

“You can’t just expect me to know when you are going to drop by unannounced in the middle of the night, pick up on your foul exhausted mood, and control any snoring or sounds while I’m unconscious,” Jay raged as he took his jacket off, maintaining a safe distance.

“Right…”

“Also, that was wayyy out of line. You could have just nudged me or something, or woken me up like you usually do.”

“I guess.”

“And— Are you listening?”

With an exaggerated wince, Zayne looked up and pretended to only just notice Jay. He flashed a fake warm smile. “I was imagining you in total silence and it was a good look.”

“You can’t keep me quiet with socks and duct tape alone.”

Zayne gulped down his coffee. “And that’s the problem. And here…” he hooked his fingers around something and lifted it up for Jay to see, “is the solution.”

Jay blanched as he saw what dangled from his fingers. It looked like a leather collar with a little plastic device on it. Something flashed in the back of his mind in recognition, but he desperately pushed the thoughts away.

“Is… is that for dogs?”

“No, this one is for birds. Specifically for loud mouth birds who have trouble shutting up.”

“Cutting off my air will do more than shut me up.”

Zayne rose and Jay instantly fell back a few steps. “This isn’t about cutting off your air, it’s about cutting off your voice,” Zayne said, slowly advancing and he tapped the little plastic box on the collar. “It’s a shock collar.”

“Where do you keep getting this shit?!” Jay wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know or if he was just attempting to stall.

“Next time you’re doing an interview with Emery, you should ask him.”

Okay, so he really hadn’t want to know. And stalling was no longer an option.

“Let’s try it out.” Zayne lunged forward and grabbed him by the arm.

“No, no, no! No, wait, wait!” Jay dug his heels in and resisted Zayne pulling him towards the bedroom with all his might. “What is your plan with this? Is this just because I kept you awake?! It’s not like you’ll be able to sleep with me writhing next to you!”

“I’m not sleeping over tonight,” Zayne just said.

Jay gaped at him. “Then why on earth—”

But Zayne’s sly grin widened and his eyes sparkled with a malice that told Jay all he needed to know: it was just because. Because he could. And probably with a hint of revenge.

He yelped, Zayne taking advantage of his lowered guard, and stumbled over the doorstep. Zayne only had to lightly push him to get him off balance and he landed face down on his bed. He snapped back up but a hand pushed his head down into his pillow and a knee pressed into the small of his back.

“No!” He trashed. “No, you are not getting that thing ar—” he choked on the words as Zayne slipped it under his neck and pulled hard at the ends with one hand. Jay flew up as it cut off his air, arching his back and clawing at the leather on his throat. When Zayne didn’t let up, he had to acknowledge defeat, hitting the mattress and at Zayne’s leg with his open palm in surrender.

Zayne calmly spoke over his heaving gasps as he fiddled with the clasp of the collar. “Always making things so hard on yourself,” he almost tutted.

Jay practically flinched when he heard the little click of the lock sliding home and Zayne pulled it tighter. As soon as he felt Zayne get off him, he snapped up and desperately reached towards the back of his neck, fingers searching for the clasp. But at the same time he heard Zayne’s voice, “Don’t bother”, his fingers touched over something cold dangling at the clasp.

“A tiny padlock.” Zayne smirked, and he held up the equally tiny key. “Don’t trust you when I’m not here.”

Jay reared up to yell at him, but the sudden realisation made him choke. He went very still, fingers sliding over the collar to the little box pressed snug against his throat just under his Adam’s apple. It wasn’t tight enough to make breathing difficult, but two cold metal points, the prongs, pressed uncomfortably into his throat. His eyes, desperate and filled with a sudden fear, snapped up to Zayne’s.

“See, you’re a smart pup—er, bird. Yes, that little box responds to sound waves. Speak and it will pick up on the vibrations, giving you a little shock to encourage silence. Snore and, well, same thing really,” he added with a smile.

Jay opened his mouth, wanting to know how ‘little’ that ‘little shock’ would be, but quickly closed it again not that keen on finding out immediately.

Zayne grinned, apparently pleased his plan was working already. “It’s not on. Yet.” He pulled a little remote control from his pocket. “Go on, speak.”

Sliding off the bed, Jay let out a small whimper, testing the thing out before he spoke. “I have work tomorrow,” he said in the smallest voice. He felt like crying, tears burning behind his eyes. But complaining about how unfair it all was never got him anywhere. “I can’t go with… with this around my neck.” Pain was something to expect with Zayne, but public humiliation a whole other avenue.

“Relax. I’m not sleeping over but I’ll be here tomorrow morning to unlock it.”

But that required a certain amount of trust… “Please…” he tried again. He’d rather Zayne just poked him with that fucking cattle prod whenever he started snoring at night. Anything but this. “Please, take it off. I’m sorry, sorry about tonight,” he stammered, feeling stupid for apologizing for something out of his control, “just ple—” he abruptly cut off as Zayne raised the remote in warning and pressed a button.

A little red light burned on his throat and Jay froze, swallowing his words as the device beeped.

“Go on,” Zayne stepped right in front of him, cold eyes looking down on him, voice low and sharp as a razor. “Beg.”

Jay frantically shook his head, trying to contain any whimpers. He knew Zayne just wanted to see him in pain before he left for the night.

Zayne raised a fist. “Beg or I’ll make you scream.”

His lips trembled and his eyes closed in resignation. He took a deep breath, braced himself for the pain to come. “Plea—”

He seized, body tensing up, the muscles in his neck straining against the collar, eyes widening. The shock stole his voice – luckily really – so the pain searing through him had no outlet. Heat burned at his throat, centred at the prongs, but the shock vibrated through his entire body and he was sure he felt it in his bones.

It only lasted a few seconds before it abruptly released him.

He fell to his knees and gasped hard for air.

Too hard.

“You’d better be careful,” the casual voice sounded above him as he went rigid again.

A hand shot up to clutch at his throat – as if he could tear it off – before it froze in shock half way up. The heat at his throat was so intense he was sure it would leave a mark. It shot like lightning through his veins, reaching the tips of his fingers in no time, but the tingly feeling remained even after the shock stopped again.

“I’d say that doesn’t need any adjusting,” Zayne said, a pleased grin on his face as he watched the man at his feet struggle to silently get his breath back. He crouched down, reaching out. In his haste to get away and fear that any vibration might trigger the collar, Jay shot away and fell back against the bed. Zayne gripped his chin tight and tilted it up.

Jay held his breath as his fingers slid along the plastic box, but nothing happened when Zayne checked how tight it was around his neck and if he could get a finger behind it.

“Alright then,” he said, seemingly satisfied and got to his feet, giving a small mock salute. “Have a good night.”

Continued here

Tag list: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @hurtmebeautifully @rougenoirofthepurpleterror @susiequaz12 @whump-me-all-night-long @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @im-just-here-for-the-whump @restrainthenmaime @freefallingup13 @whatwasmyprevioususername @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @firewheeesky @redstainedsocks @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @break-so-beautifully @approach-me-and-ill-cry @painsandconfusion @afabulousmrtake @wormwriting @soopytime @whumpedydump @pickleking8

#whump #whump writing #angst #manhandling #I've had this idea for a while but never had a reason to do it #I always told myself nah Jay doesn't snore...#but now I do have a reason :)) thanks anon #electricity #shock collar #my writing #home is where the hurt is #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles

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leam1983 · 1 year

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Random Batman Brain Fart

It's established in the canon that Oswald Cobblepot is incurably jealous of Bruce Wayne, but that his jealousy only really involves his wealth and connections. Depending on the writer, you'll get Oswalds who compensate for physical disabilities with trick umbrellas, Oswalds who only look out of shape but who can fence with an umbrella kick and transition into Capoeira flip-kicks while holding their top hat in place, and overtly monstrous Cobblepots who can't compensate for shit but who have a following of their own.

I've always thought that Oswald's airways would've also contributed to his ostracized status. In every version I've ever seen or read, he has the exact type of schnoz that makes me think he's a mouth breather, and a potential Sleep Apnea sufferer.

Imagine courting one of his more genteel versions. Everything is going swimmingly, he's maybe just a little too much into this Fred Astaire crap for 2023, but you can't fault his chivalry for being a breath of fresh air. A few pleasant dates in, you agree to spend the night.

Again - picture perfect. He's attentive to your every need, slow and considerate, and even offers you to use one of his guest rooms, the first few times, which you do.

Eventually, however, there's been enough time for the both of you to be interested in amping things up. The sex is surprisingly vigorous, coming from a guy his size, but his breathing gets a little wheezy and a little noisy near the end. A little bottle of eucalyptus oil spray is waiting in his bedside table, which soon fixes the issue. You learn he used to have crippling asthma attacks as a kid, but that he's now mostly under control after establishing a decent cardio regimen - hence the stamina.

You settle in for the night. Again - perfection. There's even a little too much of it, honestly, with him showering you with pet names - all avian - after hitting third base. He's even a little clingy, you find...

Then come the snores. Poor guy snores like a shoebill purring or an injured loon trying to find its mate. It's loud, it's unsubtle, it doesn't leave you any space to actually nod off...

Add the morning lapdog routine and renewed forced gallantry and you're soon running out of polite ways to head out. At first you try and settle on dates in other places or at your own place, but Cobblepot is dead-set on taking you back to the Lounge's private floor. You humor him a few times, duck out on a few others - ha! - but you can't get past the front he's erected. All you get to see is Oswald Cobblepot the Early Twenties' Man of Wealth and Taste, Oswald the Self-Avowed Snob - but never the actual man. Once you get bored of being treated like a flapper-to-be or a secret same-sex dalliance, you figure you'll try and provoke something out of him.

You mention his snores, how you can barely sleep in the same bed with him. The drool on the pillow, the occasional morning nosebleeds, his refusal to see another ORL despite you mentioning it...

You'd think he'd explode. Turns out he's named the Iceberg Lounge well enough. He turns frosty and distant. Within weeks, the number you were given is disconnected. Eventually, you cross paths with him again and try and see if he's at least worked on this, if he still cares.

He acts like he doesn't recognize you at all.

Of course, on the day you made him lose patience, you didn't pay the price for your own words. Some poor chump who'd failed one of his lieutenants did; with their own teeth, a fractured right foot and a close break to their left femur, and three precise gunshots....

The GCPD'll find his corpse two weeks later.

#batman #penguin #headcanon #thoughts

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chibi-taylormoon · 1 year

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Late one evening, Yuri was downstairs curled up in his blanket and had Core purring away in his lap. It was raining out, the sound of the droplets hitting the window was all that can be heard in the quiet house. Yuri was wide awake, he couldn't sleep. He tried. But Yuri laid sleepless in his bed, tossing and turning, putting a pillow over his ears to drown out Yugo's snoring. No matter how much Yuri tried to sleep, he couldn't. He was lost, alone in his thoughts. He couldn't handle just laying there any longer, so he wrapped his blanket around him and quietly left the room and went downstairs. Yuri's fluffy cat companion soon joined him, that was making him happy.

Yuri maybe even thought he could drift off to the sound of purring and rain. His eyes closed. But then the sound of quiet footsteps alerted him and he searched for the source in the dark. Yuri could make out a familiar silhouette the shadow, the lamp barely illuminating him. Yuri knew that familiar cowlick that stuck up anywhere.

"What are you doing awake, Yuya?" Yuri asked in a hushed voice.

Yuya carefully walked closer and now the lamp illuminated him better, he looked half asleep but he smiled at Yuri kindly despite the sleepiness.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." Yuya spoke softly, his face twisting in concern.

Yuri looked down the spot next to him on the couch and unwrapped his blanket from around him, Core mewled in protest but got up from his lap and moved to the other end of the couch. Yuya accepted the silent invitation and sat next to Yuri, he curled close and wrapped the free end of the blanket around him. Both brothers felt calm cuddled close with the sound of the rain to add a relaxing ambience.

"I couldn't sleep." Yuri muttered, he leaned his head on Yuya's shoulder. "Yugo snores too loud."

Yuri said this with annoyed pout, it made Yuya laugh quietly.

"Why aren't you sleeping, does Yuto snore?" Yuri questioned in a playful tone. It was odd to for Yuya to be up at this hour.

Yuya shook his head and smiled, curling against Yuri cozily.

"I felt like something was wrong, like someone was sad...right in my heart." Yuya whispered and put his hand over his heart while he explained. "Maybe it's that twin connection thing people talk about. I was just worried something was wrong."

Yuya spoke with a smile, Yuri can see it illuminated by the lamp. How corny, but it was such a Yuya thing for him to say. But Yuri smiled still, they've always been rather close.

"You probably felt my distress because Yugo is annoying even when hes asleep." Yuri jested to hide the fact he really couldn't sleep over a nightmare.

Yuya just hummed and hugged Yuri tightly, Yuri didn't fight it. It was comforting. After a few minutes of them laying there together, the brothers had fallen asleep on the couch under the shared blanket.

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The next morning, both Yuya and Yuri had woken up with Yugo and Yuto hovering over them in concern. Yugo was even teasing them, it was too early for this! Yuri frowned and threw his pillow right at Yugo's face to get him to shut up. Yuya found that hilarious and wanted a pillow fight! There was no more negative feelings left within Yuri, he was laughing and smiling with the boys. The house was filled with joy and laughter that morning.

#yuri (arc v)#yuya sakaki #yu-siblings au

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bobasmall · 2 years

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I’m Here (Part 2)

A/N: now that final exams are over I can finally get back to finishing all my drafts!! This one was just a quick little drabble I decided to make because i love these two JHEJGJHJ （*´▽｀*）

Konstantin tossed and turned all night—it was only an hour or two after Nikolajs called it a night for all of them since it was way past their bedtime. Konstantin knew he should be asleep, but he just couldn’t—all he could think about was that horrifying Coraline movie and that evil spider lady—the boy shivered by simply thinking of it! He whimpered, gripping his soft cow plushie—peeking from his blanket to the glass windows of their room to see the flash of thunder. He yelped immediately, snatching his blanket further and hiding, letting out a quiet sob whilst he buried his face into his plushie. ‘She’s not real! Nikolajs said she isn’t real!’

Konstantin tried to sleep, his eyes shut as tight as he could but he couldn’t ignore those small sounds—the creaking—those random sounds from neighbours—the clicking of the clock in their room. ‘You hear those all the time it’s okay! It’s normal house stuff—Nikolajs would never lie to you if he said it’s not real it’s not!—‘ Konstantin’s thoughts were cut off when the sound of thunder grew loud enough to penetrate their soundproof walls, Konstantin jolted upright and pushed himself to the head of his bed, his eyes as wide as day, staring at the door while he held the plushie close. “T-Taisiya—Taisiya did you hear that—??” Konstantin whispered, not hearing a single word, almost worrying that maybe that ugly monster got her before he glanced and saw her sprawled on her bed, the blanket absolutely mangled and nearly falling off the bed. She snored loudly in response and shifted, holding her pillow close, Konstantin furrowed his eyebrows—how can she be asleep right now? Doesn’t she know that there’s some kind of monster that’s probably out there??

Konstantin carefully stepped off his bed, flinching as the wood creaked under his weight before he approached Taisiya’s bed. Poking her arm softly as he whispered, “Taisiya—wake up I’m really scared—can I sleep with you??” He asked, feeling Taisiya whine and smack his hand away before continuing to drool, making Konstantin scrunch his face up before looking at her bed. Maybe he could move her and then he’d sleep?? He placed the plushie down, moving Taisiya as best as he could but to no avail, he was simply met with her hitting his arm again or kicking him. “Ugh—fine—I’ll sleep on the floor…” And so he did—curling up on the floor as he closed his eyes, as long as he was near someone it’s okay—right?

It wasn’t. It made things worse. He couldn’t sleep, the floor was too hard and he couldn’t find a comfortable position no matter how he turned—and the moment he opened his eyes he wished he never laid on the floor—the underside of Taisiya’s bed was pitch black. “Hello…?” He whispered, he was sure something was under there—he was sure of it—that’s how it always goes right? He squeezed his plushie, making sure it faced the darkness to scare off the supposed monster. The thunder roared once more, its light flashing slightly into their room and revealing a dark shadow. Konstantin let out gasped and scrambled back as much as he could till he hit the back of his head with the side of his bed, causing him to yelp, thinking it was yet another monster that had approached behind him and soon fell forward to curl himself into a ball, shaking as he did so.

He couldn’t take it anymore—he was so scared—Konstantin whimpered, wiping his tears on his cotton sleeve whilst he reluctantly tried to look around for a place to go. But where? Where would he go? Everything’s so scary and dark—and—and he didn’t want to disturb Taisiya! His eyes fell on the door, his soft hiccups filled the room as he moved his arm away and hugged his toy close. Nikolajs said there wasn’t anything to worry about—he’ll protect him—he can go to Nikolajs when he’s scared, right? But what if he disturbs him? Or gets angry?? No no—Nikolajs would never be angry at him—right? Konstantin glanced at Taisiya once more before getting up and tiptoeing to the door. It’s not like he could sleep with Taisiya anyway—he’d have to sleep on the floor and there was -no- way he would try to do that again.

Konstantin opened the door ever so slightly, he peeked his head through the small gap to see Nikolajs asleep, he laid on his back as usual and faced away from their room. Konstantin let out a shaky breath—he should just go back to sleep in his bed—but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t! It was so scary—and so dark—and Taisiya didn’t help at all. Maybe Nikolajs would? He did promise he would protect him…but he didn’t want to be so annoying. Konstantin slipped through the door, shutting it quietly before going down the railings that were built into the wall. His feet stepped on the cold wood as he started to walk down the path, the occasional thunder sent Konstantin to pick up the pace to reach the stairs. A part of him regretted walking out of the safety of his room, but then again, he didn’t exactly feel safe there either. But as he glanced at his surroundings, he felt that his room would’ve been much safer than this. Konstantin shivered, without being under his thick blankets, he had only his pyjamas to keep him warm from the cold atmosphere. He had let out a shaky breath as his feet began to grow cold, he wished he wore socks when he went out.

He made it to the stairs that led down to Nikolajs’ bedside drawer; Konstantin gripped the railing, flinching at how cold it was before he decided to simply hover his hand over the railings as he made his way down, sometimes halting when Nikolajs would move ever so slightly or yawn and tilt his head to the side. Konstantin would make the mistake of looking to the side and seeing the vast empty darkness that nearly made him run back to his room—or looking down to see how far high up he was. It was terrifying, like straight out of a horror movie, giant figures of dark blobs he couldn’t make out filled the room—a part of him knew it was just the furniture but he couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it. And with the height—he became more and more worried, what if he fell? What if he fell and Nikolajs couldn’t find him because it was so dark? He ended up leaning against the wall after that, cautiously stepping on the stairs and holding his plushie.

After a few more minutes he finally reached the bedside drawer—and he nearly froze in awe at how big everything was. Sure, he’s seen how big everything is but it’s always been a shock to him to see everything practically looking over his height. He felt so minuscule against each object, it reminds him of how truly small he was in this house. He sucked in a deep breath and began to tiptoe around the wooden surface, he was careful around the few objects that littered the place, the half-empty water bottle, and his phone. And then he finally reached the other end of the drawer, the small boy’s eyes trailing up the high side of the bed and swallowing with fear—he could just climb up since the bedside drawer was pressed against Nikolajs’ bed to ensure the twins could just hop on if they needed something—but how could he climb that?

Konstantin was tired and by no means energetic nor strong enough to climb such a feat—and he was holding something! How could he ever get up there?? He would have to call Nikolajs but it meant disturbing him—wouldn’t that disturb him? Can’t he just get on the bed and sleep? Konstantin sniffled as he shifted in place, “Nikolajs…?” He mumbled out, looking up to see if he heard him but to no avail, his brother barely moved an inch. “Nikolajs, it’s me—can—can I please sleep with you tonight—please??” Yet again no answer. Konstantin bit the inside of his cheek and looked back—he could go back to his room but it was such a long way, and it was so scary, he didn’t know if he could face the height alone again, especially with the storm outside. “N-Nikolajs, please? Can I please sleep here tonight??” Konstantin took a step closer, hearing nothing but the sounds from outside. His voice was far too soft, it didn’t help that he didn’t want to yell it out either in fear of disturbing him.

He looked around aimlessly, not knowing what to do before he placed his plushie down and began to pet its head. “I can’t carry you up with me so you’ll have to be here—“ Konstantin mumbled before turning away, facing the large wall of cotton before he gripped the sheets—shakily breathing and began to climb—or well, he -tried- to climb. Every so often he slid back down or his hands were so sweaty he had let go—every single time he fell he felt his body ache, he tried to ask Nikolajs for help before he remembered his brother was fast asleep. This continued for a couple of minutes until finally he began to make some progress, his small feet frantically tried to keep him up as he panted—he was so close this time—just a little more!—Konstantin was incredibly tired, all he wanted to do was sleep but he was glad it would be over after a bit more climbing. He tilted his head up to see Nikolajs’ frame in view, he grew more excited by the minute, trying to pull himself up, letting out a few small grunts and complaints.

The sound of yet another thunder cracking near the house made Konstantin screech, flinching as he did so and let go of the sheets—sending him back down much more roughly than his earlier attempts considering he was much higher up. The boy landed on his back, looking up to see a glimpse of the side of the bed from below once more. His bottom lip quivered as the stinging on his back grew, his hands sore from trying to pull his weight up to climb all that way—his head aching from the impact. Suddenly, his cheeks turned a bright red, and his vision blurred as a sob started to tear through his throat.

And then the tears came through.

Konstantin sobbed loudly, he was angry—he was exhausted— devastated—more importantly, he was so scared. He covered his eyes as the tears began to sting, curling into a ball as he continued to cry as loud as his voice had let him. He was just so so tired, he wanted to sleep—but no! He couldn’t climb the stupid bed like Taisiya! Why? It’s not fair! None of this is fair! “Nikolajs! Nikolajs—“ he cried out in fear, his strings of sobs coming out in desperate hiccups—he could barely hear the bed creak before he felt something wrap around him. Konstantin continued to cry, his eyes blurry as he kicked whatever was around him “No! No, let me go!—Nikolajs, the monster is getting me!—“ Konstantin whimpered as he continued to use what little strength he had to push whatever was around him away as he felt his whole world turn. Before Konstantin could yell once more he felt the familiar pressure on his back, the circular movements silencing Konstantin, who was slowly reduced into a hiccuping mess and he shakily wiped his eyes to see what was happening.

“Shhhh—hey—hey it’s okay, there’s no monster it’s just me-”

“Nikolajs…?”

“Who else would it be?” Nikolajs chuckled, however his amusement was quick to falter once he saw Konstantin’s red, tear-stained face, his hands becoming tenser as he protectively cupped his hands around the small boy. He grew even more worried as Konstantin tried to speak but ended up crying even more. “Oh Konsta…it’s okay, I’m here for you—no one’s getting you…” Nikolajs whispered, he lifted him up to get a closer look, seeing the small boy sobbing his heart out.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I just—I thought—I—I was so scared! I-I know you—she isn’t real but—but I’m scared! I-I don’t want to sleep alone and—and I tried—to—to climb up but I kept falling and—and it hurts and—and—I’m sorry—!!” Konstantin blubbered as he buried his face in his hands, he felt awful—troubling his brother so much and crying so loudly—all because of what? Some monster Nikolajs said wasn’t real? Nikolajs would for sure be angry with him about this now! He shivered at the thought and continued to cry, his eyes grew sore with each moment that passed.

He heard a small tut before feeling a light weight on his head, Nikolajs ruffling his hair gently. “Konsta…you have -nothing- to be sorry for. It’s okay to be scared—there’s nothing wrong with that.” Nikolajs mumbled, sliding Konstantin to his right hand before cupping him against his cheek. Feeling Konstantin hug him back immediately, Nikolajs squeezed him softly, trying his best to soothe him “You wanna sleep here tonight?”

Konstantin nodded quickly, burying his face in Nikolajs’ cheek as he hiccuped “Please—I can’t sleep in our room and I keep hearing those funny noises—and I think a ghost is following me and—and Taisiya snores really loud—“ he pouted, feeling Nikolajs’ cheek move as he heard him laugh.

“Pfff—seriously? I can imagine.” Konstantin giggled quietly, making Nikolajs laugh along with him even more, finding it adorable before he pressed his cheek a bit more against him. “Don’t worry, as long as I’m around, nothing can get to you. You can trust me on that.” Konstantin had let out a shaky breath of relief, he was safe, he was safe from it all. No ghosts could hit him in the head, no monsters could try to scare him anymore—he’d never felt safer before. He buried his face into his cheek as his arms spread out to hug him. He let out a soft thank you, but it grew raspy with each word, causing Konstantin to be thrown into a coughing fit. “Here, have some water—your throat must ache.”

Konstantin whined as Nikolajs pulled away, the boy being further and further away from the hug but soon relaxed when he felt Nikolajs’ fingers curl around him slightly. He watched as Nikolajs struggled to open the water bottle with one hand without spilling it, soon laying the cap down and pouring the water. He heard Nikolajs huff in disappointment when the water decided to initially pour down at the side of the bottle before finally filling the cap a bit. Konstantin tugged on his shirt patiently whilst Nikolajs brought the cap over carefully, placing it in his palm in front of the boy. “Sorry I uh—I don’t have any glasses so you’ll have to drink from this—do you want me to help?”

Konstantin stared at the bottle cap—the last time he tried to drink from it he spilled the entire thing on himself. He didn’t want to sleep in cold wet clothes the whole night, so reluctantly, he nodded. He heard Nikolajs let out a nervous breath and mutter ‘alright-‘ and watched as his fingers picked up the cap. He watched the water begin to tremble and approach Konstantin carefully, the boy gripping the underside of the plastic cap and began to drink, wincing as he felt some of the water begin to pour from the side and drip onto his clothes. After a few seconds, Konstantin had let out a loud whine, telling Nikolajs he was done before he felt the cap pull away carefully. He wiped his face, smearing the water before wiping it on his slightly damp shirt. “Shit—I mean—crap I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—do you want me to bring you back to your room? You can change—“

“No!” Konstantin blurted out, causing Nikolajs to pause, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he placed the bottle cap back onto the water bottle. Konstantin sniffled slightly, shaking his head and glanced back at his room. “I’ll dry later ‘cause it’s not a lot of water,” he mumbled, he wiped his hands once more on his damp shirt. “And, I-I don’t wanna go back there—it’s too scary. I wanna stay here.” He mumbled, he swore he could hear Nikolajs coo at him before he was lifted yet again, pressed against his cheek to which Konstantin gratefully hugged back.

“Alright, but if you want to change just tell me, it’ll only take a few seconds.” Konstantin nodded, basking in the returning warmth from the hug. “You know, I’m proud of you Konsta.”

“Really??”

“Yeah, really. I mean—you were always scared going out on your own, especially when it’s dark—but you came all the way here, you even tried to climb up the bed. That’s pretty brave of you.” Nikolajs hummed, Konstantin’s cheeks turned a bright red, moving away ever so slightly, and tilted his head back to try and look at Nikolajs.

“I wasn’t alone though! Berry helped me!”

“Did she now?”

“Yeah! She scared away the monsters for a little bit and we walked all the way here together!”

“Well, then both of you are brave then!” Nikolajs cooed softly. “And where is Berry now? Did she fall down the drawer?”

“No, I had to leave her ‘cause I couldn’t carry her with me—she’s next to your phone!”

“Do you want her back?”

Konstantin leaned a little further away and glanced at the cow plushie in Nikolajs’ other hand, pouting to himself as he thought if he needed Berry. “Ummm…no, it’s okay! I don’t need her tonight!”

“Hmm? Are you sure? You don’t need her to scare away the monsters anymore?”

“Mhm! I don’t need her! I have you! You’ll scare away any monster!” Konstantin laughed for a few seconds but stopped when he noticed that Nikolajs fell silent. The boy tilted his head slightly, did he say something wrong? Before he could ask, he felt Nikolajs practically squish him against his cheek, causing him to become slightly confused about the sudden affection—he tried to push away to see what was wrong but he couldn’t budge. Instead, Konstantin simply continued to hug back once more, he tried to match the strength of Nikolajs to return the same hug but alas he was far too small. It was only a few minutes, and it seemed as though Nikolajs didn’t want to pull away. “Nikolajs? Are you okay?”

“Ah—yeah—I’m okay.” He felt Nikolajs mumble, the way his voice thrummed against Konstantin made him giggle. Eventually, Konstantin felt his surroundings move as Nikolajs gently pulled away, giving a soft warning and allowing him to grip on his fingers so as to not fall. Konstantin caught a glimpse of the massive room once more—he was reminded of how dark it was but this time—he didn’t seem to be scared. He was safe—he was safe here—the way Nikolajs fingers closed around Konstantin with such delicacy reminded him that nothing could hurt or scare him anymore. “Sorry, you must be tired—let’s go to sleep now, okay?”

His attention was brought to how the world moved around him as he was brought lower and lower, feeling Nikolajs shake the bed the moment he adjusted himself back to a comfortable position. Konstantin was placed against his chest, laying down on the comfortable cotton surface, the hand that treated him with such care was wrapped around him like a blanket. Konstantin immediately reached over to wrap his arms around Nikolajs’ thumb, treating it as if it were another one of his plushies, in response, Nikolajs’ fingers held him even closer. “Are you comfy? Do you want me to move?”

“No s’okay…“ Konstantin yawned quietly, nuzzling against his thumb, feeling the way Nikolajs’ chest moved beneath him, it reminded him of how Leonid would rock him to sleep on nights like these. It was comforting, the sound of a heart beating against him made him forget as to why he ever came to Nikolajs, forgetting what he was afraid of. Forgetting why he was afraid of Nikolajs in the first place.

He always felt awful for hiding from Nikolajs, for not saying anything when Nikolajs tried to engage in a simple conversation, for trying to avoid him at all costs—he knew Nikolajs tried his best to be kind, and Konstantin truly wanted to face his fears and get along with Nikolajs as much as Taisiya did with him, but he was just so afraid.

Konstantin was always afraid of heights, he’s never had a good experience with being so high—he cried every time he was dragged to the monkey bars and would always whimper whenever Taisiya would try and drag him to the Ferris wheels. So that day when he met Nikolajs, he couldn’t think of any positives—he was just so big—everything was big. He was afraid of not only the idea of falling but the idea of being so…so vulnerable? He guessed that was it. He read so many stories of scary giants, the kids in his school always spoke of frightening stories of their experiences with them—the shaking ground with each step, their loud voices—when he saw Nikolajs and Aleksandrs he figured he would be the same.

But he wasn’t. In fact, ever since he met Nikolajs and Aleksandrs, he saw the stories as mere exaggeration, at least in his case. Both giants didn’t stomp wherever they go, they didn’t shout, and they didn’t seem careless. They gifted him and his family many things, built them a room, played with them—and now Konstantin found himself curled into Nikolajs’ hand. He was held with such gentleness unlike the stories of the giants that other children told, where with a tight grip like the kids said giants always would, Nikolajs held him like a massive blanket.

“Nikolajs…?”

“Hm? What’s up?”

Konstantin closed his eyes and he nuzzled against Nikolajs’ thumb. “Thank you.” He felt the weight on him increase ever so slightly, he looked over to see Nikolajs had placed his other hand on top of Konstantin, a low hum of affection from Nikolajs thrummed against the boy.

“Anytime Konsta,” he felt Nikolajs yawn once more before fidgeting in his place “Now let’s go to sleep, it’s pretty late.”

“‘Kay—night Niko.”

“Mmm—night.”

Konstantin could feel his hands close around him, making sure that there was no chance he would fall off of Nikolajs ever decided to move in his sleep. Konstantin’s shoulder sagged, finally relieved at the thought of no longer having to fear of some monster, whatever was out there couldn’t get him here. Any worries he had earlier on had disappeared the moment Nikolajs hugged him. He felt Nikolajs’ chest begin to vibrate, the sound of soft humming filled the air, the feeling of Nikolajs’ other thumb rubbing his back, slowly lulling Konstantin even more to sleep to the sound of Nikolajs’ heart and a lullaby.

#gt community #g/t #G/t story #gt #g/t ocs #g/t writing #g/t fluff #g/t community #g/t related #giant and tiny #ocs #oc story #g/t siblings #oc writing #ILOVETHEMLOVELOVEJHJJ #LITERALLYTHISWHOLEFAMILYKEPTMETHROUGHEXAMS #GETREADYFORMETOSPAMMOREOFTHIS

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