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windfighter · 11 months

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Thunder and lightning, it's getting exciting

Prompt: Caught in a storm

Started writing this during whumptober I think, but then I got a better idea so I kinda scrapped this but I also wanted to get done with it so I've been working a little on it between other prompts x3 The title is from a song because heck if I can figure out titles on top of the plot

I'll never get fully done with it because I suck at finishing stuff, so I decided to just end it when the storm was over and they got out of it. Hope you enjoy another disaster where Kouji gets injured and sick!

tw: broken bones, blood, break-in

I remember a time the only thing we needed to warn about was slash and I'm glad we've moved away from that.

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The wind picked up, and it picked up quickly. Kouji lifted an arm to shield his eyes from debris and wind and noticed Takuya doing the same. The trees creaked around them.

”Wasn’t expecting this!” Takuya yelled.

The wind stole most of his words, bit Kouji got it anyway.

”We need to find shelter!” he yelled.

”What?!”

”Shelter!”

They had been walking for hours, and walking all the way back in this wind was not an option. Kouji gestured onwards and they kept walking. Dark clouds gathered above them. Maybe their best option was to just find a tree and take cover under that.

”There’s a hut up there!” Takuya yelled.

”What?!”

Takuya gestured through the trees and Kouji noticed the tiny hut as well. Not big, but better than the woods they were in. They walked towards it, tried to hurry their steps, but the wind made it hard.

A large crack cut through the wind. A big tree fell towards Takuya, who froze in place.

”Takuya!”

Takuya started moving, but it was too late. Kouji threw himself towards Takuya, another crack came from the tree as Kouji tackled Takuya to the ground. The tree crashed to the ground, Kouji pressed his face into Takuya’s stomach as pain shot up from his calf. Takuya’s breathing was fast and he gripped Kouji’s shirt.

”Kouji?” he asked. ”Kouji, you okay?!”

Kouji did not want to turn around and check. He tried to move his leg, but it was stuck, pinned to the ground with something stuck inside of it. He shook his head.

”Might… might pass out.”

He could feel the way his heart was racing and recognized the signs of his body going into shock.

”Please don’t?” Takuya said.

Kouji swallowed, released his grip around Takuya. Takuya pulled away carefully. The forest was still creaking around them, other trees threatened to fall over as well. The sky opened up above them and large drops of water fell from the clouds, dripped onto the trees and drenched them in just a matter of seconds. Takuya cursed and stood up.

Kouji buried his face in his arms, bit onto his shirt in order to keep himself consious and the pain under control. Takuya walked around the area and returned with a big stick.

”I’m gonna try to lift the tree!” he said.

Kouji glanced at him. Takuya wedged the stick between the tree and a rock and pushed down on it. Kouji’s body tensed up. The pain got several degrees worse and darkness creeped in at the edges of his vision. His leg was stuck to a broken branch and followed the tree up.

The tree crashed down on Kouji’s leg and Kouji cried out in pain. He heard Takuya mutter, or yell, but the words didn’t register in his brain. There was only fire and darkness.

”We’re trying again”, Takuya said. ”Get ready to pull yourself forward!”

Kouji gripped a root infront of him and Takuya lifted the tree again. There was no way Kouji was getting out of this without fainting, but if he could just get away from the tree first… He clenched his teeth, focused on staying awake. His clothes were cold and wet and he was shivering. He tried to focus on that instead of the pain.

He wiggled his leg. Gravity dragged it down and Kouji dragged himself forwards. The tree crashed down to the ground again, but Kouji was free. He rolled up, threw up, and fainted.

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Kouji wasn’t out for long, but he could tell Takuya was close to panic when he opened his eyes. Takuya’s hands were shaking, hovering just above Kouji’s arm. Kouji blinked. He really didn’t want to move.

Takuya noticed that he was awake again and his whole body relaxed. He sank down to the ground and let out a relieved sigh.

”Thought you had died”, he muttered.

Kouji couldn’t quite make it out. He grabbed Takuya’s arm and pulled himself up into a sitting position. Thunder cracked above them and Kouji’s head spun.

”Think you can walk?” Takuya asked.

Kouji didn’t think so. He swallowed. They needed to find shelter an hour ago, he could feel Takuya shiver under the drenched shirt.

”Gimme a hand”, Kouji mumbled and hoped the words came out clear enough.

”Not until we get the bleeding under control”, Takuya said.

He shifted Kouji around, made him lean against the fallen tree. Pressed his hands against the bleeding wound on Kouji’s calf. Kouji’s eyes widened before he clenched them shut. The pain was intense, burning like 500 suns. He couldn’t quite fill his lungs up with air, the pain took every room it could find in his body.

It was still bleeding five minutes later. Kouji wasn’t sure what Takuya had been expecting, but relief flooded through him when Takuya took his hands off. Takuya let out a string of cursewords and moved to put his hands back. Kouji blinked and pulled his bandana off.

”Can’t stay. Here.”

Takuya nodded, folded it and tied it around Kouji’s leg. Hard. Darkness invaded Kouji’s vision again, his head felt heavy and emptier than it should. Takuya put a hand on Kouji’s shoulder.

”I’d call emergency but I’m not sure they can find us here.”

Kouji leaned his head against the tree and took a deep breath.

”Gimme a hand”, he repeated.

Takuya hesitated. Thunder cracked again. The wind was still picking up, angry raindrops beating against the trees and their bodies. Kouji shivered and saw Takuya doing the same. Takuya nodded, stood up and held a hand out for Kouji to take. Kouji grabbed it, got his other leg under himself and pulled himself up. He put a hand against the tree for support and Takuya wrapped an arm around Kouji’s waist.

”Might be faster if I carry you”, Takuya said with a grin.

Kouji carefully put weight on his injured leg. The pain shot through his body and he grabbed on to Takuya with a whimper that he quickly swallowed.

”Probably”, he said and hoped Takuya didn’t hear it.

Takuya shifted his grip slightly, grabbed Kouji’s arm and put it over his shoulders. Kouji leaned against Takuya, made a new attempt to take a step. His knee folded under him. Takuya was quick to turn around, made sure Kouji fell against him instead of the ground. Kouji pressed his face against Takuya’s chest and shook his head.

”Bridal or piggyback?” Takuya asked loud enough to cut through the wind.

Kouji shivered. The trees creeked again, another tree fell down a few meters away. Thunder cracked above them.

”Piggyback?” he suggested. ”Easier for you?”

He wasn’t sure how Takuya managed to hear him, but Takuya pulled away, turned his back to Kouji and crouched. Kouji’s cheeks burned as he draped himself over Takuya’s back and Takuya put his hands under Kouji’s knees before standing up again.

”You gonna faint again?”

”Maybe? No promises.”

”Fair enough.”

Takuya started walking. He stepped carefully to not jolt Kouji too much. Kouji was freezing and he could feel Takuya shiver as well. Lightning flashed above them, another large crack echoed through the forest. Kouji hugged his hands and Takuya squeezed his legs.

They made it into the clearing. The wind felt worse and Takuya stumbled in it. Kouji drew a sharp breath as pain shot through his leg when it happened.

”Sorry!” Takuya called over the wind.

Kouji shook his head. Takuya leaned forwards, refound his balance and kept walking. He let Kouji down when they reached the door and Kouji leaned against the railing of the porch, desperate to not put his hurt leg to the floor. Takuya knocked on the door.

No one opened.

Kouji’s throat tickled and he turned his head to the side to cough. Takuya glanced at him and tried knocking again. The windows were dark, no light flickered inside.

”Are we… gonna stay out here?” Takuya asked.

It would probably be better that way. No laws would be broken. They were safe from trees. Kouji jumped closer to the door, held a hand towards Takuya. Takuya was quick to wrap an arm around Kouji’s waist and support him as he moved to the door.

The door was locked. Kouji hadn’t expected anything else, but he still sighed. He’d much rather suffer inside than outdoors. He pulled a hand across his eyes and grabbed his wallet. Takuya raised an eyebrow.

”I’ve… learned some things”, Kouji explained.

He hoped he wouldn’t have to explain it. He twisted his body so he’d be more stable against Takuya and Takuya tightened his grip around Kouji’s waist. Kouji pulled a thin piece of metal out of the wallet. It was the same size as a credit card and Takuya tilted his head, watched as Kouji slid it between the door and the frame.

It took Kouji two minutes to get the door open. He frowned and leaned heavily against Takuya. His hands were shaking.

”Oh, look at that”, Takuya said. ”They must have forgotten to lock the door.”

Kouji snorted. The card and wallet slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor. His head felt light.

”I’m… gonna faint soon”, he mumbled.

”Yeah, okay. Let’s get you inside.”

Takuya opened the door and swooped Kouji up to carry him inside. It was quieter inside, with the wind no longer constantly assaulting their eardrums. Raindrops fell heavily against the roof of the hut, which was only two rooms big – kitchen and living/sleeping area. There was a bunkbed in one of the corners and Takuya laid Kouji down on it.

”Don’t… worry too much”, Kouji mumbled.

He could tell that Takuya was absolutely worrying too much. Kouji closed his eyes. He’d try to calm Takuya down when he woke up.

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”I think your leg is broken”, Takuya said when Kouji opened his eyes.

Not much time could have past, but Takuya had somehow already managed to strip Kouji out of the wet clothes. Kouji blinked. He didn’t try to sit up.

”Yeah, probably. You dropped a tree on it.”

He looked at Takuya, who sat in a armchair that he had pulled up next to the bed. Takuya grimaced.

”Sorry about that”, he said. ”I kinda panicked when your leg followed it up.”

”Hm. How’s the wound looking?”

”Haven’t had time to check.”

Takuya stood up. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

”I’m gonna find us some dry clothes and blanket and maybe a first aid-kit first, then we can check on it. Okay? Are you going to faint again?”

Kouji closed his eyes. It didn’t feel like he would pass out anytime soon. He shrugged and shivered.

”I’m fine. Go change into dry clothes.”

Takuya grabbed a cover from the bed above Kouji and draped it over him. Kouji watched Takuya as he searched the room for clothes and then changed into them. They were slightly big on him, probably made for an adult. Kouji snorted.

His throat tickled. He closed his eyes and coughed into his elbow. Takuya looked worriedly at him.

”That doesn’t sound great.”

”I may have caught Kouichi’s cold.”

Kouji pulled a hand over his face and shivered.

”Did you find something for me?”

”Sweater”, Takuya said.

He threw a blue sweater to Kouji and Kouji lifted a hand to catch it. He carefully sat up and pulled it over his head. It was too big for him, but it was warm and he buried his hands in the sleeves. Takuya sat down in the armchair again, a red bag in his lap.

”Do you need my help?” Kouji asked.

”I…” Takuya’s gaze shifted between Kouji’s leg and the med-kit. ”Maybe? I’m not great at first aid.”

”I know”, Kouji grimaced. ”I might pass out if you start moving it again though. You could try calling Kouichi?”

Takuya laughed.

”So he’ll try to walk here in the storm? I’ll wait until it’s over and we have called an ambulance.”

He moved the chair closer and took a shaky breath.

”You ready?” he asked.

Kouji nodded. Takuya untied the bandana. Relief and pain flodded through Kouji and his body tensed up. He gripped the cover and pressed his hands against his stomach. Takuya carefully rotated the leg sideways. Kouji’s head spun and he leaned forwards.

”Not bleeding”, Takuya said. ”We need to clean it tho.”

Kouji glanced at his leg. It was bruised and swollen. The wound was deep, he could see splinters and dirt still in it. His head spun again.

”Was there a hose in the kitchen?”

His voice trembled, but Takuya didn’t comment on it. Instead he stood up, disappeared into the kitchen for a few seconds before returning. He shook his head.

”No hose.”

Kouji cursed and laid down again.

”We’re not gonna get it clean. Do what you can.”

Takuya nodded and opened the first aid-kid. There was some antibacterial wipes in it and he stood up and started cleaning the wound. Kouji took a sharp breath. It hurt so much, despite Takuya trying to be gentle. He took a tight grip around the cover and tried to take even breaths. He held his eyes glued to the bed above. Takuya cursed.

”...It’s bleeding again.”

”Of… of course it is”, Kouji said. He had known it would.

Takuya went back to cleaning it. Kouji’s head felt light. Darkness danced at the edges of his vision and he tried to focus on Takuya’s hands, on his own breathing, on the sound of the rain against the roof. The darkness grew bigger, wrapped around him and took over.

Takuya was standing up, leaned over Kouji when he returned to consciousness. Takuya’s hands were bloody, hovered just above Kouji’s shoulders. Kouji groaned.

”Sorry”, he mumbled. ”It’ll… happen.”

”It’s absolutely terrifying”, Takuya said. ”I’ve done what I can about your leg.”

Kouji could tell something was wrapped around it, but he didn’t feel like sitting up to look. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.

”Are there any painkillers?”

”Not in the kit, I’ll check the rest of the cabin.”

Kouji coughed, winced and looked at Takuya. Takuya looked as worried as Kouji felt and Kouji closed his eyes again. The storm was still going outside. Loud. The cabin rattled in the wind. Kouji listened as Takuya walked around the cabin, opened cabinets and drawers to search inside them and eventually returned to the bed.

”Found some”, he said. ”Think our phones work?”

Kouji moved to sit up and Takuya was quick to sit down behind him for support. Kouji winced as his broken leg moved with the mattress and a stabbing pain shot through it. He clenched his eyes shut and grabbed Takuya’s hand. His breaths hitched and Takuya wrapped his other arm around Kouji and held him until he could breathe normally again.

He leaned heavily against Takuya, knew he was way too close to passing out again. He wanted to apologise, but the words didn’t want to come. Takuya nudged him and handed him the painkillers.

”Th-thanks.”

He put one in his mouth. Takuya handed him a glass of water and he drank half of it in one go. Caught his breath and drank the rest of it. Kouji stared at the empty glass.

”Well, shit”, he muttered.

Takuya moved behind him, grabbed the glass again.

”You want some more?”

”I didn’t…” realize how thirsty I was. ”I’ve lost a little too much blood I think.”

Takuya pressed two fingers against Kouji’s throat. He hmmed. Kouji closed his eyes. He wanted to lie down again.

”Your pulse is a little fast, but I’d say not dangerously so”, Takuya concluded.

He stood up, lowered Kouji onto the bed again. Kouji took a shaky breath. A shiver ran through his body.

”We should have checked the weather before we left”, he said with a laugh.

”It’s not…” Takuya snorted. ”It’s not funny.”

”It’s a little funny.”

”Yeah, okay. A little.”

Takuya patted Kouji’s shoulder.

”I’ll try to call emergency. And Kouichi.”

Kouji coughed, then yawned. He pulled the cover over himself again. Takuya walked in circles around the cabin. Thunder roared above them. Heavy raindrops were thrown against the windows and walls by the wind. Kouji was… a bit more scared than he cared to admit. His leg pounded in rhythm with his heart. Takuya was right, it was a little too quick for comfort.

Takuya stopped walking, put the phone on the table and sat down next to Kouji again. He shook his head.

”Nothing”, he said. ”Lines are down.”

Kouji took a shaky breath. His body shivered.

”...what if they don’t work tomorrow either?”

”I’ll just carry you to town”, Takuya promised. ”Let’s not worry about it right now.”

He winked and showed off a pack of cards. Kouji blinked. He felt slow, his brain almost working in slow-motion.

”I didn’t find any food, so how about we distract ourselves with cards until we fall asleep?”

Kouji coughed. And coughed again. Another shiver ran through him. He wasn’t sure he could focus on cards, but it was probably better than staring at the ceiling.

”Yeah, sure.”

He kind of just wanted to sleep, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to anyway. He rubbed his hands together and tried to sit up. Takuya stood up, put a hand behind Kouji’s back and helped him move closer to the wall. Grabbed a couple of pillows from the other bed and put them behind Kouji’s back. It was a little warmer than leaning against the cold wall. Kouji coughed into his elbow.

”Sorry this happened”, he said.

”It’s a storm”, Takuya said. ”If anyone’s to blame it’s Izumi and Junpei.”

Kouji snorted.

”I’ll yell at them later, then.”

Takuya shuffled the cards. Kouji tried to ignore the way his throat tickled. He watched Takuya, accepted the cards he was given. Takuya leaned back in the chair, looked at his own cards and spread the rest over the side of the bed next to Kouji.

”Got any threes?” Takuya asked.

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Sleeping was hard to impossible. Kouji’s body shivered, his leg hurt despite the painkiller and his throat got worse, coughs coming in more and more frequently. Takuya tried to wrap him up in another sweater and Kouji shook his head.

”I don’t…” he coughed, ”think I’m cold.”

He shivered and Takuya raised an eyebrow. Kouji closed his eyes and coughed again.

”Fever”, he mumbled.

”Shivering’s just gonna make it worse though”, Takuya answered.

”So’s wearing every piece of clothing in the house.”

Kouji sniffled and coughed again. Takuya put the back of his hand against Kouji’s forehead.

”Yeah, you’re definitely warm. Still, please just wear the sweater.”

Kouji sighed and pulled it over his head, buried his hands in the sleeves. Takuya stood up, disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. Kouji drank all of it in one go.

”Sorry if I’m keeping you up”, he said as he handed the glass back to Takuya.

Takuya shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. Rotated the glass in his hands. Kouji pulled himself higher up in the bed, leaned against the wall. Cold seeped through the sweaters and wrapped around him and he shivered. Regretted his decision. He leaned forwards and rested his head in his hands.

”Can I do anything?” Takuya asked.

”Try to sleep?” Kouji suggested. ”If you’re gonna carry me to safety you need to be rested.”

”They’ll come with an ambulance”, Takuya said.

He didn’t sound completely convinced. Kouji hmmed but didn’t say anything. A flash of pain shot up from his leg and he groaned, clenched his eyes shut. Takuya put a hand on his shoulder and Kouji looked up.

”...want another painkiller?” Takuya asked.

Kouji coughed. His body shook, his leg shook. Everything hurt. His eyes teared up. He reached for Takuya, who moved closer, and Kouji buried his face against Takuya’s shoulder.

”I wish we were home”, Kouji mumbled.

Takuya wrapped his arms around Kouji, tried to warm him up.

”We’ll get home, and you’ll be fine.”

”I know”, Kouji gripped Takuya’s shirt, ”but I wish we were home already.”

”Next time”, Takuya laughed quietly, ”we’ll check the weather before we leave.”

Kouji sighed. It turned into another couch and Takuya winced. Kouji’s chest hurt, he didn’t get enough oxygen. He felt winded when it was over and he could breathe again. He pushed himself away from Takuya and leaned against the wall again. Takuya stood up and put a pillow behind Kouji’s back.

”Another painkiller sounds good”, Kouji said and closed his eyes.

Takuya’s steps echoed through the cabin. The wind was still pushing against the walls, water dropping against the roof. A little calmer, maybe. Or just wishful thinking. Kouji breathed in.

And out.

In.

And out.

Did the others miss them? Notice they were gone? Was Kouichi worried? Their parents? Kouji shook his head and tried to not think about that. His brain latched on to the pain in his leg instead. It felt even more intense. Pounded to the beat of his heart. What if they just chopped it off instead?

Something landed on Kouji’s shoulder and he opened his eyes. Takuya’s hand. Takuya offered him his glass, refilled with water, along with a small, white pill. Kouji accepted them, swallowed the pill together with all of the water. Returned the empty glass to Takuya. Takuya looked at him.

”How are you really feeling?”

Takuya’s voice was soft. Kouji took a shaky breath. The cabin was dark, only lit up by Takuya’s phone on a chair next to the bed. A flash of lightning made the shadows dance and Kouji pulled a hand over his face.

”...like I’d be put down if I was a horse”, Kouji answered.

Takuya snorted. Kouji took another shaky breath. Coughed.

”I can’t sum it up”, he explained. ”Terrible. Homesick. Cold.”

He coughed again, put both his hands over his mouth to hold it in. Takuya sat down next to him, put an arm over his shoulders and pulled him close. Takuya was warm.

”Leg hurts”, Kouji continued.

He snuggled closer, leaned heavily against Takuya. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open.

”Tired”, he ended with a yawn.

He didn’t think the painkiller had started working yet, didn’t think he’d be able to get much sleep.

”Move over”, Takuya said and gave him a light nudge.

”Buh?”

Kouji’s brain was starting to feel slower. The tiredness was catching up to him. Maybe he’d be able to fall asleep. Perhaps even for the rest of the night.

”Move over. I’ll be your bedwarmer tonight.”

Kouji wasn’t too sick to protest. He shook his head, but could tell it was unconvincing. Having Takuya next to him sounded nice actually.

”I’ll get you sick.”

”Yeah, I think that ship has sailed already”, Takuya answered.

He gave Kouji another nudge. Kouji put his hands against the mattress, shifted his body closer to the wall. Takuya gathered pillows and blankets from the bed above, rolled the blanket up and put it between Kouji and the wall. He carefully lifted the pillow Kouji’s broken leg rested on and moved it closer to the wall. Kouji laid down. Shivered. His head hurt and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

”Hate being sick”, he mumbled.

”Bet the broken leg doesn’t make it easier.”

”It doesn’t”, Kouji admitted.

The mattress shifted as Takuya laid down as well. He covered them both with the blanket, put an arm under Kouji’s head and the other across his stomach. Moved as close as he could. Kouji already felt warmer. He coughed, closed his eyes and tried to relax enough to fall asleep.

But his leg pounded. He tried to think of anything else. The way Takuya’s breath tickled against his neck, the sound of the rain and wind, the weight of the blanket. The difference in temperature outside and under the blanket. How stiff the mattress was, probably after years of use. Who was the owner of the cabin? Would they get angry when they realized someone had broken in and used it? Maybe they should leave a note before going home.

Kouji took a shaky breath. Home sounded nice. Where he had Garm to keep him warm during the nights, and mom to take care of him and his bed and desk and his brother and… Kouji looked at the bed above. He’d need a help with everything when he came home. He’d drive his mom crazy. His dad would definitely get upset. He put a hand on Takuya’s arm and Takuya looked at him.

”Can’t relax?”

Kouji shook his head. There was an itch in his throat and he turned away from Takuya to cough. Takuya hugged him tighter.

”Want to tell me what’s up?”

”I can’t walk”, Kouji said.

Even he could hear the desperation in his own voice. He wondered if Takuya would understand where it came from. Takuya looked at him.

”Yeah, your leg is broken.”

He didn’t. Kouji swallowed. Stared at the other bed. He’d need so much help. Everyone would hate him, get tired of him. He’d get tired of himself. He turned his head around, rested it against Takuya’s. Takuya’s skin felt cool against his own.

”...your fever keeps rising”, Takuya noted.

He pressed the back of his hand against Kouji’s forehead. Kouji’s head pounded, but it pounded a little less.

”...feel terrible”, Kouji mumbled.

”Yeah, I know.”

Takuya pulled his fingers through Kouji’s hair, kissed his forehead. Kouji sighed and tried to relax, focus on Takuya’s touch. It was soft, would have been a relief if his leg didn’t hurt so bad.

”Can I be angry at Kouichi for this?” Kouji mumbled.

”You should be angry at me”, Takuya answered.

Kouji shook his head. Takuya wasn’t the one who had gotten him sick. He yawned and coughed into his hand.

”I’m… gonna try to sleep”, Kouji whispered. ”Night.”

”Wake me up if you need anything”, Takuya said. ”Sweet dreams.”

Kouji took a deep, shaky breath and hoped sleep would grab him soon.

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Sunlight tickled Kouji’s eyelids and he groaned. Takuya moved next to him.

”How are you feeling?”

”Eargh.”

”Yeah, okay.”

Takuya stretched. The cabin was quiet, the wind still and the rain gone. Kouji pulled the blanket over his head. His head hurt, the light sent a stabbing pain through it.

”I don’t think I’ll have more luck with food today”, Takuya said.

He sat up. Kouji’s body felt cold and he started shivering. A whimper left him and Takuya put a hand on his shoulder. It felt heavy.

”...did you get any sleep?”

Kouji shrugged. He remembered waking up a lot, but not sleeping.

”A little? Maybe?”

”Okay.”

Takuya stood up from the bed. The mattress shifted, the bed felt empty. Kouji pulled the blanket closer.

”I’ll try to sus out where we are and if we can get an ambulance here.”

”Note”, Kouji mumbled.

Some thought he had from the day before that was just barely out of reach. Takuya didn’t answer and Kouji listened as Takuya stepped away from the bed, opened the door and looked outside. His voice as he talked on the phone, but Kouji was too out of it to hear the words. His brain muddled. The bed was soft, the pillow warm. He never wanted to move away from it.

He knew he would have to. They needed to get out, get home. Kouji took a shaky breath. Tried not to think about how much it would hurt to walk back through the forest, even if Takuya was carrying him. Maybe he could ask to get knocked out first, before they started moving.

Takuya came back inside. Sat down in the chair next to the bed. Kouji hmmed.

”How’d it go?” he mumbled.

Takuya put the phone on the bed and Kouji turned his head towards Takuya. Takuya looked almost as tired as Kouji felt, his hair messy, arms lying heavy in his lap. There were bags under his eyes and his eyelids were dropping. He put a hand infront of his mouth to hide a yawn.

”They’re sending a helicopter”, he said.

”Sounds excessive.”

”There’s not really a road here.”

Takuya yawned again. Kouji closed his eyes and coughed, winced as pain rushed through his leg, chest and head. Takuya grabbed his hand, squeezed it. Takuya’s hand was warm. Or Kouji’s was cold, he couldn’t say for sure.

”Do you need another painkiller?”

Kouji shook his head. He probably did, the pain was intense, but if they were picking him up soon he’d be getting the good painkillers that would actually help. Takuya pulled his fingers through Kouji’s hair.

”Try to rest, it’ll be a while before they get here.”

Kouji didn’t quite want to. He wasn’t sure he could. He started pushing himself up and Takuya moved over to sit down behind him. Kouji leaned against Takuya with a deep sigh and closed his eyes. The pounding in his head was worse. Takuya shook his head.

”Should have stayed down”, he said.

”Yeah.”

Kouji’s voice was raspy and he had to cough again. Thick muccus gathered in his mouth, made him gag. Takuya wrapped his arms around Kouji and hugged him close.

”You’re body is really not handling Kouichi’s cold well”, he snickered.

”It’s also”, Kouji coughed again, ”stressing out over the leg.”

He leaned even heavier against Takuya, wrapped the blanket around himself as much as he could. His body shivered. He missed home. Wolf. His mom. Even his dad. He pressed his face against Takuya’s neck.

”...will you be there?” he asked.

He could feel Takuya’s confusion through the way he twisted and his breath paused for a second.

”What?”

”’m gonna need help”, Kouji explained. ”Can’t walk.”

”Back home?”

Kouji nodded. ”Want me to stay with you for a while when you get out of the hospital?”

Kouji sniffled and nodded again. Took a shaky breath. Maybe he’d regret asking when he was less feverish. He could take care of himself. Takuya pressed his head against Kouji’s for a split second.

”Of course I can do that. Don’t worry.”

Worry was about the only thing Kouji could do. But Takuya was right. He’d try not to. It didn’t help. Takuya was warm. And soft. Kouji was so tired.

”I’ll annoy you so much you throw me out again”, Takuya joked.

Kouji didn’t laugh. He coughed, his eyes teared up. Everything hurt. Takuya sighed.

”They’ll be here soon. And then everything will get better.”

#windy writes #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #takuya kanbara #hurt kouji #sick kouji #whump #takouji #I don't think I was planning on this being Takouji when I started writing it #but then it just kinda evolved that way #they're soulmates your honor do not seperate #kouji'll get better but it'll take a while #hopefully he won't get kidnapped during that time x3 #oh yeah he never explained why he knew how to break in #Kousei sent him on a course to learn stuff like that because Kouji keeps getting kidnapped x3 #kouji really needs to learn to not step outside :P #although he did get hurt at home in one of my stories as well so he's really not safe anywhere #poor kouji x3

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stinkrascal · 2 years

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skincare people have to be lying when they say you need a bajillion products to make your skin nice like that has to be a marketing ploy. the """clean girl""" trend on tiktok has ruined my brain i hate it so much

#when i see someone on tiktok with a 13 step skincare routine my body breaks out into hives like you cant actually need all those products #at that point thats just like a hobby #i wash my face maybe once a week with this blue thing i got at walmart and my skin is so clear #i would wear sunscreen but my apartment has no windows and i do not go outside ever so thats irrelevant to me #13 STEP SKINCARE ROUTINE? how do you still have skin on your face how has it not fallen off from irritation #AND NIGHTTIME AND MORNING ROUTINES? dont even get me started

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holyshit · 2 years

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#harry fan anon #finally here! hello!#yeah i get that :/ it's rough trying to enjoy your fandom experience only to have outside forces make it unbearable sometimes #especially with this kind of discourse which is so... draining and ugly and often personal feeling for a lot of people #and even when you actively try to avoid the discourse- it is still so pervasive that you end up seeing it anyway #don't be embarrassed at all- this fandom IS draining and it totally makes sense if you need to take a step back #it is unfortunate that it has to be this way since fandom is supposed to be fun and shouldn't be like this but 100% understand needing to #step back for your own sake #because a fandom is never worth your peace of mind and your happiness #i cut out everything related to 1d in 2016 for like 4-5 years because it was making me feel so awful and it was entirely worth it #gave me perspective and helped me find the joy in it again when i came back #obviously you don't have to go on a multi year break like i did lol even just a couple weeks can make a huge difference #it makes you remember what's important and realize the parts of fandom you can live without #my main recommendation for stepping back is to pour that extra energy into another hobby or interest you've been neglecting #or pick up something new #as soon as you have something else to focus on you'll find it easier to detach emotionally #when so much of your mind is wrapped up in one thing without any distractions it is much easier to invest to much of yourself into that one #thing at the detriment of your peace of mind #the little lovely corner of fandom you carved out for yourself will be here when you get back!#and never feel embarrassed for feeling things deeply- it's a lovely quality! just remember to take care of yourself #asks #anonymous

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gazelessmenagerie · 1 year

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( can someone just kick my brain into writing mode. I tried switching it off/on again asldfjg )

#|| Tag: OOC #( its like I GOT IDEAS BUT SOMETHING GO BRR )#( asldfjg also I think another thing is that I just dont feel connected to people that much. )#( been doing a lot of thinking on why (outside of gd work and school) that i just dont have as much fun writing..? )#( not that its driven low. I just don't feel like there's much point if all I get back is like a lukewarm response )#( or only a like on a thing. or just nothing at all. )#( its not meant to be accusing anything. just what I observed from myself and how I react to it. )#( idk its wierd! but i want to try to break through it a bit. get things rolling. get myself invested into things again bc othwerise I just #( cant keep with something if I dont feel like what I put out is interesting enough to keep going. )#( and i say that knowing i need to step up a bit too. scary but fuck man. im tired of this lukewarm existance. )#( though I will say its nice to see the rpc getting a little bigger. but also its understandable that its scary to branch out afnlsdjg )#( or it could be that my brain is lying to me bc I can't infer tone in text only mediums that well. )#( afnlsjg idk but fuck man. something needs to change with me or something. i will fight my brain in a 487 episode fight for this gd passion

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figtreeandvine · 5 months

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I want to write a movie that is sort of the flip side of a Hallmark holiday movie. Not an anti-Hallmark movie, just like the other side of the same coin.

It starts with a well-dressed professional woman driving a convertible along a country road, autumn foliage in the background, terribly scenic. She turns onto a dirt road/long driveway, and stops next to a field of Christmas trees, all growing in neat, ordered rows, perfectly trimmed and pruned to form. She steps out of the car--no, she's not wearing high-heels, give her some sense!--and knocks on the door of a worn but nice-looking farmhouse. An older woman, late fifties maybe, answers the door, looking a bit puzzled. The younger woman asks if she can buy a Christmas tree now, today. The older woman says they don't do retail sales--and the younger woman breaks down crying.

Cut to the two women sitting at the kitchen table with cups of tea. The young woman (Michelle), no longer actively crying, explains that her mother loves Christmas more than anything, but is in the hospital with end-stage cancer. Her doctors don't think she'll live to see December, let alone Christmas. Nobody is selling Christmas trees in September, so could the older woman please make an exception, just this once? The older woman (Helen) regretfully explains that they have a contract to sell their trees that forbids outside sales. The younger woman nods, starts to stand up, but the older woman stops her with a hand and asks her what hospital her mother is in. After she answers the older woman says that "my Joe" will deliver a tree the next day. "Contract says I can't sell you a tree, but nothing says I can't give you one."

Next day "Joe" shows up at the hospital in flannel and jeans, with a smallish tree over her shoulder. Oh, whoops, that's Jo, Helen's daughter, short for Joanna, not Joe. Jo sets up the tree and even pulls out a box of lights and ornaments. Mother watches from hospital bed with a big smile as Jo and Michelle decorate the tree. Cue "end of movie" type sappiness as nurses and other patients gather in the doorway, smiling at the tree.

Cut to Michelle sitting in her dark apartment, clutching a mug of tea, staring out at the falling snow and the Christmas lights outside. Her apartment has no tree, no decorations, nothing. She starts at a knock on the door, goes to open it. Jo is standing there, again holding a tree over her shoulder.

Plot develops: the second tree is a gift, because Michelle might as well get it as the bank. The contract for the tree sales was an /option/ contract, which prevents them from selling to anyone else, but doesn't guarantee the sale. The corporation with the option isn't going to buy the trees, but Helen and Jo can't sell them anywhere else, and basically they get nothing. They'll lose the farm without the year's income. Michelle asks to see the contract and Jo promises to email it to her.

Next day at a very upscale law firm, Michelle asks at the end of a staff meeting if anyone in contract law still needs pro bono hours for the year. No one does, but a senior partner (Abe) takes her to his office and asks about it. She says the contract looks hinky to her ("Is that a legal term?" "Yes.") but contract law's not her thing. He raises an eyebrow and she grins and pulls a sheaf of paper out of her bag and hands it over. He reads it over, then looks up at her. "They signed this?"

More plot develops. Abe calls in underlings--interns, paralegals, whatever--and the contract is examined, dissected, and ultimately shredded (metaphorically). It's worse even than it looks--on January 1st Helen and Jo will have to repay the advanced they received at signing. The corporation has bought up a suspicious number of Christmas tree farms in previous years after foreclosure, etc.

Cut to Abe explaining all this to Helen and Jo while sitting with them and Michelle in a very swanky conference room. The firm is willing to take on the case pro bono, hopefully as a class's action suit for other farmers trapped by the contract--but there's no way it can go to court before January. Which will be too late to save the farm's income for the year. They might get enough in damages to tide them over, but….

After Michelle sees Helen and Jo out, she comes back and asks Abe if there's anything they can do immediately. Abe looks thoughtful for a long moment, then gets a really shark-like grin on his face. "Maybe…."

Cut to Helen wearing a bathrobe, coming into her kitchen in the morning. She looks out the window…and there's a food truck stopped in her driveway. She pulls a coat on over her robe and goes out--two more trucks have pulled up while she does this. Driver of the first truck asks her where they park. Another truck pulls up behind the others. Behind that is a black BMW--Abe rolls down the window and waves. Helen directs the trucks to the empty field/yard next to the house. Abe pulls up next to Helen's car and Jo's truck and parks. He and Michelle get out--Abe wearing a total power suit, Michelle in weekend casual.

The case will be easier if the corporation initially sues them for violating the (uninforcible!) contract, rather than them suing to corporation (damn if I know, but it's movie logic). So they're going to sell the trees now, and rounded up some food trucks and whatnot to draw people in.

Cue montage of Jo and Michelle running around helping people set up while Abe and Helen watch from the kitchen table. The table starts out covered in file folders…and slowly gains coffee cups and plates of cinnamon rolls. It becomes increasingly clear here that Abe and Helen are becoming as close as Jo and Michelle.

Everything gets set up and a very urban, very motley crowd appears--tats and studs and multiracial couples and LGBTQ parents and everything--and everyone is having a wonderful time eating funnel cake and choosing their tree so Jo and a bunch of rainbow-haired elves can cut it for them. At which point someone shows up from the corporation (maybe with a sheriff's deputy?) and starts yelling at Helen, who's running checkout. And suddenly Abe appears from the house and you realize why he's wearing that suit on a Saturday….

Cue confrontation and corporate flunky running off with their tail between their legs, blustering about suing. Cue Jo kissing Michelle. Cue Helen walking over and putting a hand on Abe's shoulder and smiling at her.

I want the lawyers to be the heroes because they are lawyers and know the law. I want a lesbian who lives in the country with her mother. I want urbanites to turn out as a community to help someone who isn't even part of their community. I want Michelle to keep working at her high-power job, loving Christmas and grieving her mother.

#hallmark #anti-hallmark #movie plot

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steampoweredskeleton · 7 months

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#delete later #this is literally the worst time for a breakdown #i need to sleep to do the fun thung tomorrow. if i dont do the fun thing tomorrow i will fully regret it #i am panicking and on the verge of tears for no reason #theres too much going on all at once #and i love having ppl in the flat i do but fuck it always triggers the shit out of me #i am both really hapoy to see yhe person abd really happy shes coming to the thing. i am also terrified someone is gonna #go for me. its not logical. im fucking terrified #and theres so many unknowns tomorrow abd im freaking out. i managed to keep myself from aaking if i was allowed to travel #with them tomorrow when they sent me the timings. bc of course thats what that meant. it wasnt a heads up to avoid those times #but now im panicking about it bc not getting the reassurance is adding to the fear. even though the point of exposure therapy #is not getting reassurance for all intrusive thoughts. this is what im meant to do #im still freaking out. tye good thing is that the game specifies that if youre overwhelmed step outside #so i can escape if i need to and probably wont shut down #ill take my headphones abd my beanie and my safe items #i dont care if i look childish. i just gotta get through it to the enjoying bit #fucking. its not pity party time. wait like one week then you can have a breakdown. cut it off. cry at therapy #also want to reiterate i love that my flatmates have ppl round. uts good and nornal and GOOD #its entirely a me problem that ut freaks me out so badly. it breaks all the rules that were hammered into me abd i become convinced #im gonna be punished for disrespecting ppl. thats a me problem. i just cabt have it just be in ny head bc im gonna explode #time to play #will the weighted blanket allow me to better dissociate or make me feel every emotion and sob #neither options are fun!!!

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gojorgeous · 3 months

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“heatwaves”

pairing: alpha!gojo x omega!fem!reader summary: when a work trip takes you to japan, the last thing you expect is a heatwave... and some guy with blue eyes? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, a/b/o dynamics, no established relationship, dubcon (i feel like it’s always kinda dubcon with a/b/o), p->v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, marking, spit, praise, swearing, pet names (baby/sweetheart/princess), brief mention/implication of pregnancy, knotting, reader gets picked up, reader is american, reader is unaware of their omega status, reader experiences their first heat, reader and satoru “bond” without having a fully conscious conversation, reader and satoru are early twenties. a/n: it's here! somebody spay me. by popular demand i have written alpha!gojo for you all… just a classic reader goes into an accidental heat at work and (x) character happens to be the nearest alpha LMAO. this is entirely uncreative, but i love it for that!!! straight smut with a little plot if you squint hard enough! i hope it lives up to your expectations. find my alpha!geto fic here and find the list of my 1k event fics here. enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. wc: 5k

Nobody ever told you that Japan was so damn hot.

Hot was not what came to mind when you’d heard you’d be taking a trip to Tokyo. Temples? Sure. Mt. Fuji? Great. Hot? No fucking way.

But, here you were, boiling away under the sun on what you’d thought would be a fun little work trip. Instead, you were just suffering with every step, trying to listen to what Principal Yaga was saying and failing miserably.

“These are the sparring courts. No students right now, but they’ll start training within the hour.”

You rub at the back of your neck, cringing when your palm comes away coated with a thin layer of sweat. Gross.

You lift your eyes to the sky, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Your little trip to Japan was to organize an exchange program with Jujutsu Tech. Your students had been begging to take a trip to Tokyo, to where their cursed energy would be closer to the source and, consequently, stronger. You had to admit, it was a good idea. A few months spent training here in Japan would do them good. From the moment you’d set foot on Japanese soil, your power had thrummed faster in your veins than ever before.

Principal Yaga was giving you a tour of the grounds and had sealed your horrible fate when he’d decided to start outside. You barely heard a word the man said. New York was never this hot…

“Are you alright?” You blink, fanning your face as best you can. It provides no relief. God, it felt like the heat was penetrating your fucking bones…

When your eyes slide to Principal Yaga, you’re surprised to see that he looks genuinely concerned. “Y-yeah.” You blink again, shocked by your own stutter. Maybe you were coming down with something? “I’m fine, just not used to this kind of heat, I guess.” You fan your face again and clench your jaw when it still does nothing.

Yaga’s brows furrow and you see him glance around, like he’ll find said heat standing next to him. How was he wearing so many layers?

“How about we head inside and take a break, then? We can continue the tour… later.” You nearly fall to the ground and kiss his feet. Air conditioning is truly God's gift to man…

You smile and it’s all genuine. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

Yaga nods, but you think his eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before he turns. He still looks confused… or maybe flustered? That only leaves you confused.

You follow after him, each step feeling like you’re sinking deep into cement. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to get some ventilation. When you finally reach the building you nearly sigh with relief. Air conditioning… that’ll be good. Just what you need. A few minutes inside and you’ll be good to go. You’ll just have to remember not to wear so many damn layers again when you continue the tour.

You’re smiling as you step inside, so ready for relief that you’re practically shaking– but relief never comes. Your brows furrow. You brush your arm through the air. It… doesn’t help. It’s strange– you can feel the coolness of the air conditioning, feel it gliding up and across your skin, but the heat doesn’t subside, doesn’t so much as lessen.

“I trust you know how to find anything you might–” Yaga clears his throat. “Need?”

Your brows furrow. He’d shown you all the school’s resources last night and your room was already stocked with food, toiletries, and every other thing you could possibly need. Of course you knew where everything was…

“Yes… Thank you.”

Yaga shifts so uncomfortably you think that maybe he’s about to pee his pants. “Right, well, you have my contact information. Let me know if I can be of assistance in connecting you to any… resources.”

You’re more confused now than you were at the start of this conversation. “Right…”

“Take care.”

Yaga shoots you one last– worried?- glance and stalks down the hall. You’re left wondering what the hell is happening in his mind and why he seemed so desperate to offer you resources?

You blink, clearing your mind as best you can, but some sort of fog seems to be settling over your consciousness. Definitely coming down with something, you think.

You make your way through the halls, steps still feeling suspiciously heavy and heat still radiating off your body. A cold shower. That’ll help. Or so you thought. The further you walk, the more each hallway starts to look like the next. Was it left or right next? Was this hallway always a dead end? Since when was there a bathroom there?

You’re leaning against the wall now, panting. Something is pooling in your gut, something warm and far too intense. Your inner thighs are wet, too. You want to convince yourself it’s sweat, but… you’re horny. More horny than you’ve ever been in your whole damn life. You think you might die if you don’t get some dick in the next ten minutes. What the fuck?

You slide yourself into the next room you see: an empty classroom. Thank fucking god. You grab the back of a chair, hands shaking with how hard you’re gripping the wood. You take a deep breath. You need to get a hold of yourself, need to figure out what the fuck is happening to you.

You swallow and try your best to think. It’s not without difficulty. Your head feels like somebody’s filled it with glue. It takes a minute for a coherent thought to come through, but when it does, you think it’s a good one. Doctor.

Yes– you don’t feel well, so obviously a doctor is the correct choice, right? You scramble for your phone in your back pocket but freeze when the brush of your own hand against your ass sends a jolt up your spine. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Carefully, you extract your phone from your pocket, but it’s too difficult to even remember your fucking passcode. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the overwhelming ache that’s forming between your legs. Something is definitely wrong.

You fumble with your phone, but your hands are shaking so hard it just tumbles to the floor.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck?”

“Yo, who’s baking cookies in here without me?”

Your head snaps up and, with some difficulty, your eyes settle on a… man. You suck in a breath. He’s… dazzling. He’s wearing all black, but it’s not a student uniform. One of the teachers that you’ve yet to meet, then. White hair and pale skin contrasts against his clothes, but his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses set low on his nose. Even in your delirious state you still have the wherewithal to wonder who the fuck wears sunglasses inside.

You get a quick look at him before a wave of intense- fuck, desire?- washes over you. You tremble again and shock yourself when a whimper tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, shit,” you hear him say. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and watch him inhale again– deeply. His lips part. “Oh, shit.”

You clench your jaw and tighten your grip on your chair. Your legs are shaking now– you can barely stand. You squeak pitifully.

The second the sound leaves your throat you hear footsteps– rapid, hurried, concerned, ones. Warm hands clasp your waist and you cry out at the touch, electricity sparking on your skin.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He turns you gently to face him, hands steadying your swaying body. “Who the fuck left you alone in here?” His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your lower back now and you think you’ve never felt something so good in your life. It’s so good that you almost miss what he said. Almost.

“W-What?” You see his brows furrow as you peek up at him. At this angle you can see under his sunglasses. His eyes are blue. Really fucking blue. You think he might be the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, even with the expression of… anger?- that he’s currently wearing.

“Whoever he is, I'll kill him.”

That makes you blink. An extra sliver of clarity opens in your brain. “What are you talking about?”

He tugs you a little closer, wrapping an arm fully around your waist and pressing you up against him. You try to ignore the fact that you love it, that you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and climb him like a fucking tree.

“What idiot leaves an omega going into heat?” He’s glaring at the doorway like he’s torn between staying here with you and running after said idiot to pommel him into the ground.

“‘M not an omega.” The words are out before you’ve even stopped to consider them. It’s true. You’re not an omega. You’re a beta. You’ve always been a beta. You’ve got the little “B” on your ID card to prove it. You were tested at birth, just like everyone else, and even if you really were an omega you would have presented years ago.

He only glances down at you and snorts. “Funny, sweetheart.” His hand is still rubbing those little circles into your back and it’s enough to make that fogginess in your mind grow a little thicker.

But your fear, your uncertainty outways your instinct. You pound a weak fist against his chest, not to push him away, but to get his attention. He’s still glaring at the doorway like he wants to murder it.

“‘M serious,” you gasp. “I’m a beta… I don’... know whas’ happenin’… to me.” Each word is a tremendous effort to form. Your tongue seems to have lost its ability to do anything but hang limply.

That gets his attention. He lifts a hand, gently brushing your hair back from your eyes and then cupping your jaw. “Is this your first heat?”

You find yourself leaning into his touch despite the fact that you’ve only known him for thirty seconds. Your eyelids flutter. “N-Not a heat… jus’ feel… sick.”

His brows furrow again, deeper this time, and he shakes his head. “How old are you?”

You know why he asks. Most omegas present around eighteen or nineteen. “Older than… nineteen…” You try to laugh, but it only comes out as a whimper.

That answer only serves to make him push closer. You feel his hand trailing down your neck, skimming gently over the skin until he reaches a spot you hadn't even realized was so… sore. You keen at the touch. Fuck, no. There was no way. You had swollen fucking scent glands.

You try to push away, but he pulls you in, burying his face in your neck. You shudder when he groans. “You smell like a damn bakery exploded,” he chuckles, and the sound is muffled by your skin. When he pulls away he makes it look like the action is physically painful. He cups your face again. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re an omega. If this is your first heat then…” he swallows and your eyes track the bob of his throat. “You’re just a late bloomer, baby.”

You shake your head desperately. It’s just the stupid heatwave. It’s just… hot outside… right?

You try to think about how this could be possible. It could be that the test you took as a baby was wrong… it happened sometimes. It was rare, but it happened. But if you were an omega, what would have triggered your presentation now? What had changed?

Your eyes widen. Japan. You’d set foot in fucking Japan. Ever since you’d gotten here, you’d felt power pulsing in your veins. Maybe it hadn’t been just power…

“N-no–”

A gentle thumb smooths over your cheek and you meet his eyes again. You shiver when you see a whole lot more black than blue. “You have no alpha?”

You whimper, leaning into him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, a part of you begs. You shake your head again and a tear slides down your cheek. “No,” you whisper.

Strong arms slide beneath your knees and you squeak when you’re suddenly suspended in the air. When you glance up he’s grinning triumphantly. “You have one now,” is all he says before he’s carrying you out of the classroom and twisting through the halls.

Warmth rushes over you at the sensation of being held, and something begs you to give into it, to give into the heat still washing over you, to the throbbing between your legs. You fight it and fight it hard.

“Where’re we going?” you ask, but your voice is sounding more and more like a whisper.

His eyes stay focused ahead, even as he presses a comforting kiss to the crown of your head. “Your room, sweetheart.”

Your brows scrunch. “How d’ you know where–”

“‘M following your scent, baby.”

He can do that? You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed, only to be hit by a different scent so delicious your mouth starts watering. You groan. Loudly. There’s a scent pouring from his neck that’s filling your head with memories of spices you can’t name, but suddenly know you love.

You think you hear him chuckle and then feel a gentle hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you. You snuggle deeper into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and burying your fingers in his hair. Taste him, taste him, taste him your mind chants. It’s too good an offer to deny. You lick a stripe across his skin.

Your groans are instant. He’s squeezing you closer, leaning into your touch, and you’re pulling him closer. Your fingers curl into his jacket, tugging and tugging. You lick again and now he’s the one groaning.

“Damn, that feels good,” He sounds as surprised by that fact as you feel. The swaying of his steps comes to a sudden halt. You whine, missing the rocking of his body. “Think we’re here, princess. This it?” His hand is smoothing over your hair, slowly coaxing you away from the curve of his neck. You blink, not wanting to leave the paradise of his scent, but also feeling some overwhelming urge to please him.

Your eyes settle on a door and you recognize a little chip in the wood. You nod. “Mhm.”

You gasp when his hand grips your hip, wriggling through your pocket until he pulls out a little brass key.

“Perfect,” he says, and his voice sounds like he’s all too pleased with himself. He shimmies your key in the knob until the lock clicks and then you’re inside. The door slams shut loud enough to make you jump and squeak.

“Oops, sorry, baby. Guess I’m a little excited, heh.” His hand squeezes your hip soothingly and you mewl at the wave of heat that pulses through you. Your clit throbs almost painfully and you feel something gush onto your thighs. You whimper.

He inhales. “Oh, shit,” he breathes, and then you’re moving again. He navigates your room like he knows it. He probably does. From what you can tell, most of the rooms at Jujutsu Tech follow a standard layout. He weaves down a hall to the left and then into your bedroom on the right.

He lays you on the bed gently, tenderly, like he’s afraid you might break if he drops you so much as an inch. “There we go,” he breathes. You can’t deny that it feels good, that it feels right, to be lying on the softness of your mattress, but it’s not enough.

You claw at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him close. You want something from him, need something, but you can’t name what. You just know that the heat boiling beneath your skin can only be sated by him, that the throbbing between your legs can only be calmed by him. “P-Please,” you whimper. Tears well in your eyes. You need him so bad it physically hurts.

The smile he gives you is soft and genuine and it takes your breath away. He dips his head and you think you see him slide those sunglasses down his nose and toss them to the side. You don’t pay too close attention, though, because he’s kissing your neck again and your body is screaming with sensation.

“Aw, I know, baby. Don’ worry. ‘M gonna take care of you now. Jus’ relax.”

His words spark something in you– your last bit of consciousness. A brief moment of clarity shines through the fog of your mind and you remember what the hell is happening, what the hell you’re doing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head desperately. No, no, no, this is not happening to you. There’s no way.

“Hey, now. None a’ that.” Fingers clasp your chin, holding you still. When you peek your eyes open, you see that he has in fact removed his sunglasses and that his eyes are more black pupil than dazzling blue. His jaw is clenched and his breathing is heavy. “Don’t try t’ fight it. Jus’ try to enjoy it…” His head dips and suddenly he’s nipping at your scent gland again.

You thrash and scream, but not in fear or pain. You’ve never felt something so good in your life. Every graze of his teeth feels like heaven. Your skin zings with electricity, sending pulses of pure need straight between your thighs.

You grab at him, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Your chest is heaving when you speak. “Please, p-please-”

“Shhh…” You think you hear your shirt tearing, but you’re too focused on pulling him closer to care. His tongue licks a stripe up your throat and your eyes roll back.

You’re sure your shirt is off now. You can feel the cool air, but it does nothing to ease the heat raging inside you, pulsing and pumping through your veins.You feel him tugging at your pants, too, and you try to raise your hips. He only shushes you again. “Jus’ relax. Let me do the work, baby.”

Your pants are gone in seconds, even without your assistance. So is your bra and then your panties. He tries pulling away to undress himself, but you mewl and his eyes blow even blacker before he’s back over you again. He settles for popping the buttons straight off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants.

The sight of his bare skin makes you whimper and then you’re clawing at him again, dragging your fingers across his shoulders, over his chest, down his abs. It’s a greedy touch and one that he returns. His palms move along your body, kneading and squeezing at any flesh he can grab. It feels so good that you think you might pass out– but it’s still not enough. Something is still missing. You feel… empty.

His fingers trace across your stomach and it’s too late to realize what’s happening before he’s circling your clit. You jerk and jolt at the touch, but he presses his chest to yours, pinning you. The throbbing only worsens when his fingers settle into a rhythm.

Tears leak down your cheeks. It’s too overwhelming. You’re burning– burning from the inside out. The pulsing between your thighs is all-consuming with its intensity, with its-

“Need! N-Need–” you’re crying out, but you don’t even know what to ask for– don’t even know what you need.

“God, Fuck, I know, princess,” he groans. He licks a long stripe up your neck. “But ‘s your first heat. Gotta–” he has to pause to swallow. He’s panting, now, just as lost as you are, and you get the sense that he’s restraining himself. “Gotta get you ready… go slow.”

You shake your head. Now, now, now is all you can think. You need him now. “No… please…” You bury your head in his neck and find that spot that’s pouring his spicy scent into the air. Your mouth waters and you lick him, letting your teeth graze his skin.

“Fuck!” He shivers atop you and you feel the pure strength restrained within his muscles. “Fuck- okay. Okay. Relax f’ me, princess.”

You try, you really do, but your body refuses to do anything but try to pull him closer. You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them up, up, up until they’re pressed tightly to your chest and your feet are dangling on his shoulders. The position makes you whine, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.

“You on birth control, baby?”

Your brows furrow. It’s becoming harder and harder to focus on what he’s saying rather than simply the sound of his voice. Were you? You try to think, try to remember through the pit of glue that is your brain. No…

You shake your head. “N-No…”

There’s a slight pause, a beat of contemplation, and then he’s laughing. “Guess I’m bouta be a daddy then, heh.” He chuckles again and the sound rings through you with a wave of pure bliss. His lips brush your neck again, settling on your pulse and making you whine. “Don’t really mind as long as I get you.” Your head rolls back submissively, exposing your throat. Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams. There’s nothing you want more than that, you think.“Okay, here we go, baby.”

There’s hardly any more warning. One second you feel him shifting between your thighs and the next he’s pressing inside of you, feeding his cock in inch by inch. The stretch is… delicious. It burns, fuels that fire inside you, but it makes the heat feel more… pleasurable. Your back arches and your head rolls back submissively.

“Oh, fuck, princess.” His voice has gotten higher, more like a whine than anything else. When you gaze up at him you can see the flush in his cheeks, even through the fog in your mind. More, more, more your mind screams. Or maybe you say it aloud, because more is exactly what he gives you. The second you feel him tucked up against your cervix the second he begins to take you. He sets a pace that is somehow both brutal and gentle, with strokes that rattle your skull and also give you exactly what you need. His hands grip your hips, holding you still to take exactly what he wants to give. His head dips until he has his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his tongue is swirling so deliciously that you can’t help but drag your nails down his back.

Your body rocks with every thrust, teeth rattling and eyes rolling. The heat inside you grows… tighter, like it’s all pooling to your core, waiting for something you still can’t quite name.

“N-need…” You don’t know what you need, still. Only that you want to beg for it so badly it hurts.

His tongue slides away from your nipple, tracing a line up between the valley of your breasts, over your collarbone, before he finally settles on your pulse once again. The nick of his teeth makes something click in your mind. This is what you need. Bite me, bite me, bite. Claim me, claim me, claim me.

“Yes,” you breathe. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, coaxing his teeth to sink in, to stake their claim. “Oh God, yes. Please.” You sound delirious, you think, but then so does he when he answers.

“Not yet, princess. Not yet.” His tongue darts out to lick across your neck again and you can only sob. Why not yet? Now, now, now…

Tightness coils in your muscles, the throb at your core reaching a breaking point. You feel something coming, something like an orgasm but yet also not. You know that when whatever is pooling inside you releases, you will shatter, and you’re not sure you’ll ever be put back together.

Your nails claw across his back hard enough to draw blood and the action forces out some sort of low grumble from his chest that makes you whimper and melt into the mattress. The tip of his nose draws a line up your throat. “Keep doin’ that, baby. Mark me up.”

You don’t dare deny him. You scratch at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer. His thrusts grow faster and your thighs begin to tremble and shake on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the intensity of all you’re feeling. You pull at him, grab at him, thread your fingers through his hair.

Your body jolts with each thrust and you’re sure you’re going to burst any moment. But you can’t. Not yet. You still need something, something he hasn’t given you yet. He groans and the sound is so delicious that you feel it sliding over your skin and settling in your bones.

“M’ gonna knot you now, princess,” he breathes. “Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna take care ‘ve you.”

You whimper at his words. You hope they’re true. You don’t think you can take much more of the incessant gnawing of need in your gut.

“Please…” your voice is hardly more than a whisper. His breath is hot as it shakes against your neck. He’s licking and nipping at you ravenously, like he needs you just as badly, like he wants to claim you as badly as you want to be claimed.

His thrusts quicken even further and your jaw falls open, neck arching. You don’t think you can hold on much longer. Apparently, neither can he.

You feel it the moment he starts to swell inside you. It’s perfect, you think. It can’t get better than this– but then it does.

His teeth graze your throat again, this time a little harsher and with a little more intent. “Mine,” he whispers. The second he bites you everything goes blurry.

You’re experiencing… heaven. There is a rush of that electricity that buzzes under your skin. It bursts forth and you feel it reaching out, forming a link between the two of you that you know is now impenetrable. It pulses and burns and you can feel him, feel his pleasure, his desire, his need for you and only you– his need to make you his. You think your souls must be blending, merging, with how deep the connection runs. You think you know him, know everything you could possibly ever need to. You know he’s the one. You know he’s yours.

It’s perfect, the way it fulfills every desire you’ve ever had, the way he notches inside your cunt like that’s where he was made to be, the way his teeth clamp around your throat and bond you together forever.

You scream for him, you think, but you can’t tell through the complete and total haze of pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, milking him for every last drop, and you feel the heat of his cum coating your cervix. The heat at your center finally releases, bursting and flooding through you in a way that feels like pure bliss has been injected into your veins. Your thighs quake and tremble with the pure intensity of it all and white spots dot your vision.

His body is tense above you, shivering with the magnitude of what’s just happened. He’s groaning into your neck, your flesh still clamped between his teeth like he never wants to let go. You’re not sure you ever want him to.

Your breaths shake in and out, lungs heaving as you finally come down. His knot is still settled deep inside you and with the few strings of consciousness that slowly filter back into your mind you know that he’ll remain there for a while.

His teeth release from your neck with a squelch that you think you would be sickening in any other context, but only makes you whimper at the loss of contact. He only hums and finds your hand, twining your fingers together as he laps at the fresh bite on your throat. It feels… amazing. Not in the way it felt before, like he was licking pure lust straight onto your skin, but more like he’s giving you a comfort you have never known in your life. You feel safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt you here.

His lips press a final kiss to your throat before you feel him shifting. He gently rolls you both onto your sides, getting comfortable and pulling you to his chest while you both wait for the next wave of lust to hit you. It will, you know. Sooner rather than later, too. Your mind has cleared enough to realize what’s happening, what’s to come. You won’t be leaving this room, this bed, for quite some time.

A gentle hand brushes a sweaty lock of hair from your eyes before it settles on the nape of your neck, massaging the sore muscles there. You sigh and raise your gaze to find him already looking at you, an easy smile on his lips. He has dimples, you realize, and he’s… breathtaking. And now… he’s all yours.

There’s a beat of silence between you, a moment of reconciliation with what’s just happened between you, of what it means. You blink up at him, your lips parting to say something, anything, but instead your brows furrow in thought.

His smile drops instantly. He leans into you, thumb caressing your cheek. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Your mouth runs dry. You peek up at him from beneath your lashes. “What’s your name?”

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crazylacefaget · 10 months

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opening your windows on a warm summer afternoon to listen to the birds chirp and chatter is like free therapy

#i've had convos with close friends + family members abt feeling sorta 'disconnected'#especially during long shifts where i can't really catch a break to step outside.#my building doesn't have windows in most of the conference rooms #so i gotta escape to the lobby every once in a while just to get some real sunlight #but after a while i start to feel like im going insane being stuck under the fluorescent lights all day.#i *need* to go outside. it's not a want.#just get me a nice lil grassy spot with a tree or smth for shade and i'll be good.#realistically i'd like to lay on a bed of moss or submerge myself in a bog but.#we don't always get what we want :(#if you've read this far into the tags you're a champ #unimportant rambling

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saetoru · 6 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ my life with you (that’s way over now)

synopsis. some people get drunk calls from their exes, maybe even flowers with hand written apologies. you get a knock on your front door with two random kids and a murder case

length. 3.0k words (once more it was supposed to be short)

contents. exes to lovers, ex boyfriend! suguru, gn! reader, slightly deviated from canon (he doesn’t kill the entire village + doesn’t defect), slightly a fix-it fic, blood, murder, child abuse + neglect (canon events with suguru and the twins), angst to slight fluff with hopeful ending (pretty much happy tbh), mentions of family + kids, suguru pretty much being a broke and depressed lil guy lollll

notes. idk what this is but it was written for me i just wanted to write it so here. take it and look away

right before you graduate, you and suguru break up. you don’t want to, but he insists it’s only fair—he can hardly be there for you the way you need him to be, he says. something’s changed in him, it has since that day last year. but still—you don’t want to break up.

so you argue, he stays firm, you cry, he doesn’t change his mind, you break up, he leaves, and the world momentarily collapses.

it’s the way things work, you suppose. they don’t quite always go the way you planned. you graduate not long after that, leaving him behind to throw yourself into work while you toe into the baby steps of adulthood. real adulthood—the jujutsu world has a way of thrusting you into that faster than normal, anyway.

by the time it’s late summer, you get your first apartment. it’s a rundown place—the bathroom tiles look dirty no matter how much you scrub, the walls haven’t been repainted in what seems like decades, and the thermostat never works properly to feel like what the temperature indicates.

but it’s yours—you leave jujutsu high fresh into the real world, paying your taxes and buying your groceries all while you exorcise curses for a living. barely an adult, barely getting by, barely alive as you get up each day and live.

and then suguru comes knocking on your door half past midnight.

“hey,” he says nonchalantly, like there’s nothing wrong with standing there—but you know him better than that. you can hear that detachment in his voice as he stares between your eyes, but not quite in them.

“you—” you start, staring at him incredulously before you decide to give up. there are no surprises with suguru, not anymore you suppose. you don’t really know him anymore. “suguru, it’s midnight,” you sigh—and that’s when you see them: two small children that can’t be much older than five.

bruises are clear as day on their arms, even while standing in the darkness outside. there’s also the slight swollen curve of their eyes, and you can’t help but notice how they’re practically skin and bone. children who have probably not yet even lived for five winters, and you almost wonder if they’ve been through more than you have in you’re entire lifetime.

suguru clears his throat before you can stare at them any longer.

“this is nanako,” he gestures at the blonde, “and this is mimiko.” the brunette one seems more shy, curls behind his leg further as her name is uttered.

you don’t know what to say, so you settle for smiling—you’re not sure if it comes out too genuine, but you try. it’s all you can offer, really.

“hello,” you hum for a moment. and then you turn back to suguru, “it’s midnight.”

“i know.”

“you should be at school grounds.”

“i know.”

“suguru,” you sigh, eyeing the blood stained on his cheek. you don’t like where this is heading. there’s a sick feeling twisting in your gut, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling.

bile. you can taste it. something’s not right.

“where did you find these kids?”

“on a mission,” he says simply, “village heads were keepin’ em locked in a cage like animals. can you believe it?”

again, that casual tone. it almost as easy as humming your favorite tune, as smooth as your skin on freshly washed sheets, as quiet as the first day of snow when the world is still. but something about it is hollow—something’s not right.

“why’d you bring them here? instead of school? shoko should look at them—”

“i told them they’d be safe here.”

they’d be safe anywhere, you think. as long as suguru’s there too. as long they’re under his watchful gaze, nothing could hope to beat down on their youth like it already has their whole lives. but you don’t say that—something tells you he won’t believe you.

maybe not right now.

you don’t look at him. you can’t. something’s not right, but there are children present. so you throw on your best smile and open the door wider, offering them to come in.

your apartment is small, just one bedroom and one bath. there’s hardly enough food for yourself for tonight, you still have to go grocery shopping this week. the missions were lined up back to back to back—but that’s just life as a sorcerer, you suppose. most days you hardly have the energy to eat more than a few apple slices when you return home anyway.

you wave your hand at your place dramatically as you say, “come on in, ladies. your humble abode awaits.”

they giggle slightly at that—it’s the first time suguru hears them laugh. you have that effect, he knew you would. it’s why he brings them here and not there. and…well, there’s a more complicated issue at hand. but that’s for later.

right now…well, for right now, he lets you guide them to the bathroom.

“you have money on you right?” you ask. he blinks, staring at you for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

“spent the last of it on cigarettes this morning.”

great, you think, before sighing and trudging over to grab your wallet as you press a few crisp bills of cash in his hands.

“here.”

“what’s this for?” he raises a brow.

“go buy them clothes,” you look at him like he’s stupid. he might be, in all honesty. just a little. “i’m not putting them back in…those once they’re all cleaned.”

“wha—i’ve never shopped for children before,” he gapes, “and i don’t know what size they are, or—”

“figure it out, suguru,” you say tiredly. it’s half past midnight—by now, you’d be passed out from your mission. he seems to take the hint. “and bring some snacks too. should be enough.”

“fine,” he grumbles—and then he’s walking out the door.

for a second, it feels familiar watching him leave. but then you decide not to dwell on it—there are much more important matters at hand.

you turn to the two girls before crouching in front of them with a gentle smile, “who’s ready for bubbles?”

——————

nanako and mimiko have never had a bubble bath before. you decide to let them taste the first tendrils of youth by splashing in your tiny bathtub while you find suguru for some much needed answers.

he sits on your couch, shirt wrinkled and hair falling loose and blood still staining his cheek as he hunches over his legs, elbows resting on his thighs as he thinks. and thinks. and thinks and thinks and thinks.

you wonder about what—what could be plaguing his mind? a lot you’re sure, but this isn’t suguru. not the one you know, at least.

the one you knew, the voice in your mind hisses—do you really even know him at all anymore?

“so,” you sit on the opposite side of the sofa, curling your legs under yourself as you eye him from the side, “care to explain?”

“i killed them,” he mutters. you go still. “the village heads. i did it without hesitating. that’s bad, right?”

“well fuck, suguru,” you breathe, restless, “that’s certainly not good.”

“i had a reason,” he argues, “all i needed was one.”

“there’s nothing that excuses murder—”

“oh, but we can excuse locking kids in cages, is that right? why? cause they’re sorcerers? they’re not—they’re children.”

“i didn’t say that,” you rub your forehead. this is all too much. too, too much.

being a sorcerer is too much. being in front of suguru is too much.

you finish your third year with a broken heart and graduate in spring—at one point you’d hoped graduating wouldn’t change anything between you and your friends, between you and the boy you loved. everything would be the same, even if you’d leave the place that held you all together—you’d still find a way back to each other, you liked to think. but then it all changes before you can even comprehend.

haibara is dead. nanami is hardly coping. gojo is everywhere but here. shoko is in high demand. suguru is hardly present even when he’s right in front of you. nothing is the same and you don’t think it ever will be. you lose the one thing you count on being yours forever, and now, he’s right here again. but not really here—not with you so much as near you.

suguru has killed people, sitting on your couch with you while the two children he finds are bathing happily in your bathtub.

there’s some irony in that—maybe in a perfect world, suguru and you would sit on the couch, much happier than right now, though. maybe you’d be tucked under his arm and curled into his side as you both chuckle at the happy squeals in the distance. maybe in a perfect world.

but this world is cruel. too cruel, in fact. it forces children to grow up too fast during some times and lets adults continue to be children during others. it’s sickening and all too much.

but this is the world you live in. there’s not much to change in that—not much you can change. maybe sitting on the couch with suguru is what you should be grateful for, whether it’s in this world or another.

“i came here because it’s safe,” he mumbles, quieter this time, “i don’t…i didn’t trust anywhere else.”

something tells you he’s not talking about the kids. you look at him for the first time that night—really look at him. you take in the lost weight, the sunken cheekbones and the bruised under eyes from the lack of sleep. the cracked lips from being chapped and the dry hair that’s lost its normal shine.

something’s not right—you won’t be able to mend it, but you think you can keep it from getting worse.

“it is safe here,” you murmur, nodding in assurance, “but you can’t…i can’t let you do that. not again.”

“what? kill people?” he snorts in dry amusement. it’s quiet for a bit—you open your mouth a few times like you want to say something, but nothing ever comes. he finally decides to fill the silence. “i don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. people shouldn’t kill. but some people shouldn’t live.”

“i think jujutsu is supposed to save people. not everyone will deserve it, but i suppose we wouldn’t be much better than them if we used it for anything other than that,” you whisper. he looks over at you at that, peers at you deep in thought as he contemplates your words.

“that’s funny,” he chuckles, “i used to think that too.”

“what changed?”

“everything.”

“then change it some more,” you shrug, “until you think it again.” he looks at you incredulously at that, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

“you’re an idiot,” he scoffs.

“says the killer,” you scoff back. you look at him this time, in the eyes and full of conviction, full of promises you couldn’t make before but fully intend to keep now. “don’t kill anyone else and i’ll help you. with those kids, i mean.”

“you want to co parent with me?” he chuckles.

co parent—the word makes your stomach twist. even after all this time, after all the hurt and pain, suguru is easy to imagine that with. he’s easy to imagine anything in the future with, really. he’s always been perfect like that, but you’re starting to realize there’s a lot more imperfections to him than you initially thought.

but it’s okay, you think. if you didn’t stop loving him before, you certainly don’t stop now. blood on his hands or not, he’s yours—even if he doesn’t want to be.

“don’t say it like that,” you murmur softly, hugging your arms around yourself, “please.”

you let yourself be vulnerable for just a moment—not because you want to, but because he needs to know. he needs to know how unfair he’s being and how patient you are with him despite it all. you deserve that much.

“sorry,” he mutters—he has the decency to look away and drop his smile.

“you don’t kill anyone, and i’ll look for a bigger place. deal?”

“for us…all?”

“yes. just until you figure it out, i’ll help you out with them. and then you’ll responsibly use your paycheck as a full time special grade sorcerer and maybe send a few checks my way to say thanks to my good will.”

he chuckles at that, shaking his head. “i’ll repay you,” he hums, tapping his foot. he does that when he’s nervous, you still remember—you could never forget anything about him. “i…i owe you, anyway.”

it’s quiet some more. you don’t know what to say, and quite frankly, you don’t want to say anything at all. but once more, he fills the silence for you after a while.

“what if…” he starts, “what if i want to co parent with you?”

“you dumped me,” you point out, unable to hide the bitterness any longer. it cracks from your tongue through your words like honey that went dry. “remember that? cause i sure remember.”

you’re an adult now, just barely, but an adult all the same. you should handle this the mature way—but you’re still young. still hurt. still blanketed in the fresh wave of nostalgia that leaves you aching with grief.

so you let yourself be bitter. suguru can handle that much after he left you to pick up your shattered pieces.

“i didn’t want to,” he says quietly. “i never wanted to.”

“but you did.”

“i didn’t…you didn’t deserve to see me unstable.”

“you’re not very stable right now either,” you pinch your nose tiredly, “you killed people, suguru. but somehow you can manage to have two kids now. but not me.”

“they need me,” he defends.

“i needed you too,” your voice cracks.

you did. you needed him—and you like to think he needed you too. maybe it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever is, especially not when you fight curses and see their ugliness every day. but that’s the best part of having each other—having something pretty amidst the hideousness.

he left you with more ugly than you knew what to do with. it’s unfair, you think for a moment, unfair that two girls who hardly know him at all have more of him than you ever did. he’d never abandon them—that much you know for sure.

you’ve laughed with him, held him and wiped his tears and kissed him under the moon until it became the sun. you’ve seen him with his hair down and his guard lowered. you’ve seen him in every way possible but in the end, he walked away.

they’ve seen him for less than a day and somehow, he’ll be there forever. there’s something unfair about that and you hate that you’re bitter with children but the world in cruel like that.

suguru slowly inches over—it’s cautious at first, and then he fills the gap all at once. you pretend you don’t feel the way your thighs touch.

“i need you too,” he admits, voice small. there’s a small, shaky crack that eats away at your heart, trying to gnaw into the raw part. the easy to reach part. the part you shouldn’t let him see anymore. “i…i always needed you. i’m sorry.”

“we were supposed to need each other,” you sniffle.

“we do,” he slowly slumps his head onto your shoulder. you let him stay there—don’t dare move a muscle in case he pulls away. “you’re the only thing that keeps me stable. i don’t think that’s fair.”

“needing someone isn’t unfair, suguru,” you scoff.

“okay,” he grabs your hand, squeezing. for the first time, he lets it all go. lets tears slowly slip from the corners of his eyes as he slumps into your side. he cries for riko. for kuroi. for satoru and the time he lost him for a moment. for their youth. for haibara. for not being enough even when he shouldn’t have had to be. somewhere amidst all that, your arms wrap around him and he’s pulled into your chest—that familiar feeling of your fingers threading into his hair makes the world start spinning again. “i need you,” he chokes.

“okay,” you say shakily, nodding slowly as you let yourself hope, “as long as you don’t stop this time.”

he buries his face into your chest, and you kiss the crown of his head.

cruelty is an unstoppable force. your love for suguru is an immovable object. neither is going anywhere, but perhaps they can coexist.

“satoru’s gonna have a massive headache when he explains this one to the higher ups,” you snort after a while.

he laughs into your shirt, real for the first time in a long time. “i’ll buy him something sweet. should make up for it,” he hums. and then he looks up, smiles innocently as he asks, “wanna lend me some cash? i’ll pay you back when i’m a responsible handler of money.”

“you’re hopeless,” you chuckle, “but at least you’re here.”

————— BONUS —————

“okay,” satoru starts, holding his hands up in surrender as he stands before the higher ups. damn old geezers, he thinks. “so he did kill a person or two…but—”

“there is no excuse,” a voice hisses.

“he didn’t mean it,” he huffs indignantly, “it was an accident. those can happen sometimes.”

“what—”

“he’s going through a phase, okay? let him work through it, he’ll be fine.”

“that’s not—”

“i’ll let him off the hook this time,” satoru grins, pushing his glasses up his nose as he shrugs, “he’s got a family now, y’know? kids and a spouse, and they’re looking for a home. can’t take that away from them.”

“he’s not even married—”

“it’ll happen eventually,” he insists, “so let’s all just calm down, yeah? great, thanks!”

“gojo—”

“see ya!”

he walks out, flashing an obnoxious peace sign at the higher ups as they hiss at him to return as he’s walking out. that takes care of that, he thinks, as long as suguru doesn’t make his life harder and kill more people, he can handle it—you did promise him kikufuku if he does.

satoru is babygirl defender no. 1 ain’t nobody doing it like my guy 🤞🏽 he would be loyal to you while you were in jail no doubts

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r3ynah · 3 months

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I Can be everything and anything, at once

A 27 years old Phantom was challenged to a bet, by his co-workers at the watchtower. Green lantern stated along with the the other heroes that If he could help every single one of them at least once in a month while not using any his powers and he also had to be physically and mentally there as he helps them. the cherry on top was that he needed to use his real identity instead of his ghost form in this mission.

If Phantom successfully conceals his civilian identity, while helping them, he gets to know everyone's deepest darkest secrets.

But if he loses, he must do everyone a favor and must keep it no matter how outrageous it is.

Ofcourse Phantom agreed, because he was no bitch, okay so maybe he is, he only accepts bets like this if he knows that'll he'll win. so yeah.

Besides, having no powers for this, is really a piece of cake, if you're a raging gender fluid that knows his way around makeup and can easily change the sound of his voice, to be honest the shapeshifting parts that he got from his powers are basically just add-ons.

Well what was he waiting for? afterall he needed all the blackmail he could get, not as Phantom but as Daniel James Fucking Fenton, this was an opportunity to go batshit crazy and he was absolutely stealing it.

The very first hero Danny approached to help was Wonder Woman, who thanked Danny who was now disguised as a woman wearing a long ass Red wig, and some clothes he "borrowed" from Jazz who just joked about Danny being her twin, and wished him luck.

"Thank you, young lady for your brave actions to help me." Wonder woman sincerely thanked the boy in disguise as she held both of Danny's hands as gratitude "may I ask the name of my savior? "

"My name's El, It's a pleasure to know you." Danny smiled a little wider.

The second was Flash, which Danny found completely amusing because of the way he helped the speedy hero, who tripped while patrolling around the city.

Danny who was now in a more gothic attire( thanks to Sam's help) caught the hero's wrist before he embarrassingly fell face first on the ground.

"You okay there sir?" Danny asked, as he kept a firm grip on the man's wrist to make sure he doesn't fall.

Meanwhile Flash who thought he was in those korea tv romance dramas only blue screened for a few seconds before finally get his shit together. "yeah- um- name's Flash, and you are?"

The hero tripped on his own words, making Danny amused as fuck. "James, it was nice to finally meet you"

Okay, about like three weeks in, and Danny managed to help almost everyone in the watchtower, and only a few more to go,( he didn't get why most of the heroes he helped either started to stutter or blue screen in their spot once they talk to him. like damn is this how all of you treat every civilian who interacts with you? that's just sad) but at this time, Dan and Elle found out, and were now demanding to join, with the excuse of basically being Danny but in alternate or clone form, which Danny had no choice but to give in, I mean he wasn't breaking any rules so technically this was alright.

Danny wanted to take a break so Dan took over this time.

currently Nightwing was observing the outside of the gala, Bruce was invited to, something about a bunch of drugs being hidden within the crowd, and was now being passed around.

He intently remained focused on his observation, while also keeping a conversation with Oracle and the others on the comms, he didn't realize that he was too far off the edge of the railing he was standing on, until he missed a step.

Nightwing would never admit that he let a quiet squeal to his siblings ever as he fell, he closed his eyes and braced for impact, he would never expect to fall into the arms of a man 3x bigger than him, he stared at the man, and the man stared at him. 'holy shit' Nightwing thought.

The man, chuckled making Nightwing internally scream. "When I wished for Desiree, to make someone from above to save me from this trash party, I didn't think it would be one of the birds of gotham, to come and fall for me let alone the handsome one."

Okay Nightwing was now full on red from blushing, he was put down gently by the man on the ground, before offering a handshake, once Nightwing accepted the handshake, Dan pulled the hand closer to his mouth then gave a quick peck on the back of the hand vigilante's hand. "My name's Dan Masters, it's a pleasure to meet you."

his siblings can eat dirt on how they were teasing Nightwing Right now, but this was fucking worth it.

And the last to have gotten help from Danny was John Constantine, Danny actually had a reason on why he saved John for last, and that's because John actually knows Danny's identity, so for this mission he asked the help of his daughter Elle.

Elle had helped John by fixing a ruined summoning circle, who also helped him negotiate with a demon, and somehow all day, Elle just stuck to Constatine's side, her explanation? 'He'll die without me' fair point John thought as he took the kid, to order ice cream and to hangout in the park.

"You know kid, you remind me of someone." Constantine stated while keeping his eyes on what's infront of him, which was just a bunch of trees.

Elle who sat next to him, still eating her Ice cream looked up at him and said. "Really?"

"Yeah like you two literally have the same aura and all just a little different, but I don't know who yet." He replied and ruffled the kid's hair. making the girl laugh.

"Hey John!" Danny greeted behind them, and then all the gears inside of Constantine's head began to work. he let out a groan as he realized the girl beside him was the clone of the man behind him, well he needed to kiss that secret of his goodbye. here on this spot right now or he'll die of embarrassment if he waited any longer.

"Danny, let's go on a date." Constantine stated, not facing the Man.

this comment made the Father and Daughter choke on literal air.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dpdc #danny is nonbinary #almost everyone atleast has feelings for civilian Danny #this was made while half asleep #Danny takes a selfie everytime he disguises #first failures #king con

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