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Here’s @//s1x-foot-deep’s alignment meme with the Presentable Liberty characters (all designs by the lovely @rrodgers 💕)

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[spgothkidsheadcanons]

hi!! i really like your blog! and I was wondering if you could write michael/reader nsfw? I really love your headcanons, thank you for your work💕

Hi friend! Thank you so much! I try my hardest to make sure that y’all are happy with what I write!

Hoo hoo hoo I love this ask. Literally my favorite. I have 3 fics of just Michael/Reader lemons because I’m down bad for our Goth rockstar

If you’re interested in those, let me know if you’d like me to upload them!

I saw this ask and decided the best thing to do would be the NSFW Alphabet because what better opportunity than now, and I want to dip my toes into the NSFW pool before throwing myself in, I hope you understand!

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW, down bad behavior, mentions of choking and bondage

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Michael’s a very attentive partner. After he wears you out, he’s immediately out of bed grabbing a wash cloth and some water or Gatorade. He knows he gets rough when he wants to, so he makes up for it by taking care of you before taking care of himself

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He loves his hands. His hands are beautiful, with long fingers, and they look even better wrapped around your throat when he’s pounding into you

On you, he loves your face. He loves watching your eyes roll back when he hits that specific spot, and loves how your lips wrap around his dick when you go down on him. He thinks you make the cutest faces when he’s between your legs and returning the favor

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums A LOT. Michael loves cumming on your stomach, thighs, ass or back. You’d have to beg him for weeks to even THINK about finishing inside if you two aren’t married.

But if you are married… 😏

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Michael can’t seem to keep his mind off of you. Which sounds sweet, but when he’s pitching a tent in the middle of a studio session because he can’t stop thinking of you bent over a counter, you’ll realize he really is just a horn dog in disguise. He’s always thinking about you naked, on your knees, bent over a counter, eating you out. He’s got a very dirty mind

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He’s had sex before you, of course. He was (and is) hot, everyone liked him because he was the mysterious bad boy. He wasn’t inexperienced when you two got together, but being with you, he’s really honed in on his bedroom skills

F= Favorite position

Doggystyle. He likes being able to pull your hair and watch your ass shake with each thrust into you. He also likes lotus position, as it’s very intimate and he can watch your face as you try to get yourself off

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He’s not super duper serious during sex, but he doesn’t expect full blown jokes or laughing. During foreplay, though, he lives for your giggles when he accidentally tickles you or you both are struggling to find a good position. He’ll make sure that you don’t have the breath to laugh once you two really get started

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Not unruly, but not clean shaven. He trims himself once or twice a week, just enough to make it comfortable for the both of you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Depending on the occasion, Michael can be either sweet and slow or fucking you like an animal. When the both of you are on a date night or just spending time together is when you get the good, drawn out sex.

When he’s running late, or has a show he has to get to is when he flips a switch. He’ll have you on your knees and fucking your throat or have you pressed against a wall, chasing his own orgasm. He feels bad he doesn’t always get you off, but he more than makes up for it when he gets home

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He only really jacks off if he’s away on tour or he’s out of the country visiting his family. Michaels has hundreds and hundred of pictures of you in lewd positions that he always sneaks away to pleasure himself to. He loves when you send him more ammunition to keep him occupied until he can get home to get his hands on you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Michael’s very vanilla for the most part. He does like to throw in some ass smacking and choking, but he’s an old fashioned guy. If you do ever want to try something, he’s always 100% down as long as both parties are comfortable with your desires.

Might have a little bit of an exhibition kink. The risk of being caught just does something for him.

Definitely loves having you tied up or having himself tied up, just some light bondage

Really really loves to hear you begging for him. He also loves to hear you praising him when he’s giving you exactly what you want.

Definitely has a breeding kink

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

At home, first and foremost. He has taken you to his concerts before and loved taking you backstage to fuck you, knowing at any point his manager or bandmates could walk in and see you two

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

-When you wear anything that shows off your legs or chest. Particularly loves it when you wear a pair of too-short shorts or just your underwear and a tank top

-When you kiss/bite his neck

-Watching you get yourself off

-Sitting on his face

-Anything about you really seems to turn him on. Like I said, he’s always thinking about you, so whatever you do gets him going and ready to take you as soon as he steps foot through the door

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Anything that has to do with causing actual physical harm, bodily fluids, adding another person into your bedroom escapades, heavy BDSM. He doesn’t like sharing you and he doesn’t like hurting you

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Prefers to give, but does not mind if you want to return the favor

He’s got the tongue of a God, and he’s not shy about showing you just how talented he truly is

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s lovey, wants to spend time just watching your react to his every touch, he’s slow, sweet, very attentive to all of your needs.

If he’s angry at something or just unbelievably horny, he’s 0-100. He’s slamming into you faster than you can even think, almost like he’s using you just to get off. He’ll make sure you’re still finishing, but he shows no mercy when he’s pent up and frustrated.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Michael definitely does not prefer quickies. He wants to show you all of his love and takes hours to do so. He settles for quickies if one of you are in a hurry, but if he knows he wants to have sex before something, he usually always makes time to make sure the both of you are thoroughly satisfied

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He’s set in his ways, but if you want to try something, he’ll do just about anything.

He does want to try taking you into a secluded area in public to have some fun, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Michael can go for hours if you let him. He’s always had a high sex drive, so he can go multiple rounds without needing a break. Of course, he’ll let you take a break, but as soon as you’re ready again, he’s all over you.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He knows you have a toy or two to help yourself when he’s not there. He’s also definitely incorporated your toys into your sex life, drinking in all of your noises and faces as he’s using a vibrator on your most sensitive areas.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Michael’s a little bit of a tease, but nothing too major. He loves ghosting his hands over your body, hovering his fingers against your most needy areas, watching you buck up to try and get him to finally touch you. He also loves to overstimulate by edging, but he doesn’t unless he has consent.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He’s amazing at dirty talk, and he hates to admit that he gets whiny sometimes. It’s usually when he’s wanted you for so long and he’s finally able to have you that he starts whining your name.

He moans and cusses under his breath, praising your body while he’s rutting into you

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He’s a hair puller. And he loves having his own hair tugged at. When he’s settled between your legs and holding your hips down so he can pleasure you, P L E A S E grab a hold of his curls and tug that shit. It drives him absolutely wild

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A little over 9 inches, average girth, cut.

He has a vein on the underside of his dick that drives him wild if you pay special attention to it

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He’d have sex 6 times a day if he could. But he knows that’s not possible, so he usually goes at least once daily, or twice every other day. Michael has a very high sex drive, but if you don’t want sex, he can handle himself just fine

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He makes sure that you’re okay and have everything you need before taking care of himself. If you want him to take a shower with you, he will. If you want him to change the sheets after a session, he will. He makes sure that you’re settled before he even thinks about going to bed.

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[let-it-raines]

Second in Command (Epilogue - Part 5)

Summary: Life as the "spare to the heir" isn't all that it's cracked up to be when you're the supposed screw-up of the family, but people don't know what really happens behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I’m splitting this chapter up into two parts if only because I didn’t want it to be crazy long, and I didn’t want you guys to have to wait weeks when I had the first half finished! But I hope you like this new addition to the sequel that’s not a sequel but totally a sequel :)

Also, I just ask that everyone be kind to each other. Whether that be online (which is still real people with real feelings) or in real life. Life is so much better that way, and why wouldn’t we want to make the world a better place?

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“Wait,” Graham laughs, his lips twitching up into a smile while Ruby turns as red as her namesake and the highlights she has in her hair, “you guys met how?”

“Emma, please don’t tell him this story,” Ruby begs, clasping her hands together and resting her forehead against her knuckles.

“Oh no, Rubes,” she chuckles before taking a sip of her water and adjusting herself in the restaurant booth, “you have embarrassed me in front of Killian for years. Actual years. Graham needs to hear this. It’s, like, basic boyfriend initiation.”

“We’ve been dating for almost a year. He doesn’t need to be initiated. Granny already gave him a hell of a time.”

Graham looks absolutely besotted with Ruby, like this is the best conversation he’s ever been a part of, and Emma can’t help her amusement at his laughter and Ruby’s displeasure. “Please tell me, lass. It’s got to be better than Killian and I meeting in school.”

“Oh it is,” she promises before setting her glass on the table and clasping her hands over her stomach. “So, I’m eighteen and have just moved here from Maine. I kind of hate the world at this point in time. And because I’m an angsty teenager, I take these weird long walks into different parts of the city to learn about my new home. And on one of these walks, I run into your lovely girlfriend.”

“Emma, I beg of you, stop.”

“And I run across this girl,” she continues, completely ignoring Ruby, “walking down the street as confidently as anyone I’ve ever seen can walk down a cobblestone street in heels. She’s very obviously flirting with this guy who is selling some sort of homemade necklace, and as she’s propping her boobs up, her heel gets stuck in the ground and she busts it, falling onto her ass right then and there.”

Graham looks almost perplexed, like he’s not quite sure why this is an epic story, but then Ruby sighs, cupping her cheeks in her hands. “Tell him the rest, Ems. And be thankful that you’re five months pregnant so I can’t kick your ass.”

Well, at least the having to pee all the time is worth one thing.

“And when she gets up, the back of her jeans are absolutely ripped apart. That’s why we met, actually. She’s exposed to the world and to this guy she obviously likes, so girl code being girl code, I jog over there and offer her my sweatshirt to tie around her waist.”

“And we’ve been best friends ever since,” Ruby rushes out, the words almost sounding like they are one with the way she doesn’t take a breath in between them. “So let’s talk about something else. You experiencing any farts, preggo?”

“Oh my God,” Emma snickers, placing her head in her hands and shaking her head back and forth. “Seriously? That’s how you’re going to get payback?”

“That was a pretty low blow, darling,” Graham laughs, reaching over and rubbing his hand over Ruby’s back. “I mean, I think the story of how you two met is endearing. And it’s not like I’ve never seen your ass.”

Emma snorts while Ruby’s face continues to grow red. Ruby is never this embarrassed, and as bad as it is, Emma is living for it. It’s like payback for everything Ruby has ever put her through, and she’s really starting to like Graham. He’s always been nice when she met him through Killian, but he really comes out of his shell when he’s with Ruby, which is good. She needs someone who can match her wit.

Or come close. No one can truly match Ruby.

“I hate both of you. Seriously. I’m going to find a new best friend and a new boyfriend.”

“Ah no, Rubes,” Emma laughs as movement happens in her peripheral vision, Killian coming into focus as he steps into the restaurant with Thomas behind him. “You can’t replace me and Graham. We are irreplaceable. The Beyoncé song is not about us.”

“Hey,” Killian greets her, leaning and down and kissing her forehead before turning and clapping Graham on the back and kissing Ruby’s cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was like hell from dad’s.” He slides into the seat next to her, his thigh hitting hers while his hand grabs onto her jean-covered knee. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” Ruby blurts out while Emma and Graham break out into laughter.

“Ah, so something to embarrass you then. Sounds like payback from when I was dragged into a restaurant to meet you.”

“Hey, I know things about you that very few other people do, mister. I’d watch yourself and that curved dick that you may or may not have. And it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. Just saying.”

God, she’s so glad she has Ruby in her life no matter how ridiculous and outgoing she is. Actually, she’s damn glad she has her because of all of those things.

She’s totally lying about the curved dick thing, though. Just for the record.

They finally order food, which she thought was never going to happen with Killian being nearly an hour late. She’d already eaten half of a bread basket before he got there. But the four of them finally settle into a rhythm, mortifying stories left behind for lighter conversation. It’s not often that she and Killian get to go out and do something normal like having lunch with their friends, so she really appreciates this. She appreciates it more when her pasta salad arrives and Ruby moves on from her earlier embarrassment and is back to her normal teasing self.

When the lunch is over, everyone leaves, saying their goodbyes before loading up into separate cars and avoiding the few people that are gathered outside of the restaurant. It irks her to no end that people follow she and Killian around trying to take pictures. Really, what could be so interesting about them walking out of a restaurant? They’re literally just walking to the car with the possibility of food crumbs on their shirts.

She and Killian are meeting her parents at their new house that they finally closed on. She thought that they would never find a new place after so many years of debating it, but they found a small house a few miles outside of London. She already knows they’re going to hate the commute between home and work, but if all else fails, they will still have the apartment upstairs to crash in when needed unless they decide to rent out the place to Will so he can take up more responsibility.

“You take a left up here,” she tells Killian when he’s looking down at his phone for directions since he hates looking the navigation up on the screen in the car for some unknown reason that she doesn’t think she’ll ever understand. “It’s near the back of the neighborhood.”

Killian nods before taking the left and turning onto her parents’ street, their car sitting in the driveway with a moving van out front. She loves this house. It reminds her of the ones that they lived in back at home, a two-story brick home with a mint green front door and fenced in back yard. Of course, they’re not minutes away from the ocean, and there’s no eclectic neighbor who has a million lawn ornaments in the front yard.

Maybe they’re eclectic in other ways or the lawn ornaments will come out soon.

“This is nice,” Killian compliments as he turns off the car, getting out while she does the same. “Do I need to carry in anything from the truck?”

“Yeah, we can get a few boxes.”

Killian raises his eyebrows and looks down at her. “Do you just forget that you’re pregnant?”

“When I don’t have to pee, yes.” She walks past him and lifts the door to the truck, stepping inside and going through her parents’ boxes until she finds one marked for throw pillows and grabs onto it. “There’s a box of their books that you should get so they don’t have to carry them in, okay?”

“Got it, love. Should we ask Thomas to help?”

“Nah, let him sit in the car and eat his sandwich in peace until he decides we’re in the all clear. You know that’s what he’s doing.”

She and Killian transport a few boxes to the front door, leaving them by the doorstep so that they’ll be easier to get inside, before she rings the doorbell and waits for her parents. Her dad opens the door with a smile before hugging her, cupping the back of her head and ushering her inside.

“Wait, dad, we have boxes.” She turns around and grabs one, lifting it and carrying it inside while she hears Killian close the truck door. “Just so we’re not totally useless coming to visit while you guys are moving in. Where’s mom?”

“She is on the phone with Allison. I’ve got no idea what they’re talking about, but your mom gets infinitely more British when talking to her. Just saying.”

“Well, you get infinitely more American when we go home to visit your family.”

“Hush,” David laughs, nudging her to go inside while he follows her in. “You can put that in the living room, okay? And I’ll go get the rest of the stuff. Have you guys eaten lunch yet?”

“Before we got here, yeah.”

She puts the box down in the living room, their old couch looking almost out of place in the new room, but she likes it. She likes that they’re doing this and making themselves finally be at a home of their own after uprooting their lives to move to London. She hears her mom’s voice somewhere else in the house, and after running her hand along the built-in bookcase, she listens out for her mother until she finds her in the dining room standing on the table messing around with the light fixtures all while her phone is on speaker strapped under her bra.

“Yeah?” Mary Margaret questions, unscrewing a light bulb.

“Absolutely,” Allison promises through the speaker. “We’ll have to bring Alex and Lizzie over. They’re a surefire way to break in a new home. I swear to you, Mary Margaret, they can get scuff marks on the wall without us even seeing them near it. It’s insane.”

“Hey, Mom,” Emma interrupts before standing in the archway long enough for her to be officially eavesdropping. “Hi, Allison.”

“Oh hello dear,” the both say at the same time, which is about weird as it gets. Her mother and mother-in-law should not be that in sync. “Allison, I’m going to let you go. Emma and Killian are here.”

Mary Margaret hangs up the phone before squatting down and sitting on the table, her small legs dangling off the table until she’s standing on the floor and walking over to her, hugging her waist in greeting. “Hi, sweetie. I didn’t expect you guys here so soon.”

“We’re technically late. Why the hell are you standing on a table adjusting lights that are brand new?”

“Because I always have to have my hands busy. How are you today?”

“Good,” she promises, instinctively cupping her stomach. She’s not very large for someone who’s almost six months pregnant, but it’s a weight she’s not used to carrying. She doesn’t know how people do this when they’re further along, but she guesses she’ll find out. “Oh,” she gasps, standing perfectly still to see if the movement she just felt will happen again. It was a small movement, like a small flickering sensation, and she wants to feel it again. She hasn’t felt the baby at all, and Dr. Hudson tells her that’s normal because it’s her first pregnancy, but she wants to feel him to know that everything is okay. It feels like a slight fluttering in her stomach, almost like a fish is flopping around in there. Maybe Alex was onto something when he suggested they name the baby fish. Not that she’s going to do that.

“What?” Mary Margaret questions, her eyes full of concern. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she promises, running her hand up and down her stomach again, trying to coax movement out of him. “I just felt him move for the first time, and I’ve been waiting for that forever. I was starting to get really freaked out.”

Her mom looks glassy eyed, always more emotional than her about literally everything, so she’s not surprised she’s crying while Emma isn’t. “You’re having a boy?”

Oh shit. She just messed up, didn’t she? That lasted for a whole of three weeks, and she really thought Killian would be the one to mess it up too. He nearly slips up every time they’re around other people. They probably shouldn’t have found out, but she doesn’t think she could take the anticipation of waiting. There’s already enough to deal with when it comes to this.

“No,” she lies, looking up at the ceiling until she realizes that’s a dead giveaway. Her mom might be oblivious to a lot of things, but she knows when Emma’s lying. When she looks back at her mom, she’s got one eyebrow raised while her lips tick up into a smirk, the cat very obviously out of the bag…which is a ridiculous phrase when she really thinks about it. Why was the cat in a bag to begin with? She kind of feels like that’s inhumane. “Okay, so it’s a boy, but you can’t tell anyone, mom. Dad can know, but that’s it. No one at the pub. None of your friends. Literally no one, do you understand?”

“Of course,” Mary Margaret nods her head before hugging Emma again, squeezing a bit too tight. “I’m just so excited. I think you may be the first person on my side of the family to have a boy. We’ve all been girls. Do you have a name yet?”

“No, we haven’t talked about it yet. But enough about me. Show me the house. It already looks so different than when I saw it online.”

Her mom shows are around the house, giving a much too long-winded tour of every room like they’re walking through a museum, but this is a big deal to her parents so she listens intently. Her dad and Killian must have decided to bring the rest of the boxes inside because she doesn’t see them and only hears them coming in and out of the house with muffled curses and loud thuds. They’re both going to throw out their backs, and she absolutely can’t wait for Killian to complain about it for the next few days.

After she’s seen everything inside, her mom takes her outside. They’ve already got the patio furniture from the pub’s roof set up out back, and it almost looks the same…just with grass instead of concrete.

“This is nice. Your fence is kind of short, though.”

“Well criticize it why don’t you, sweetie?”

She chuckles before walking over the wooden fence and standing next to it, the wood not even coming up to her head. “It’s too short. I’m not saying you guys need to do it now, but when he’s older, you’re going to need more of a privacy fence if the baby is going to stay here sometimes. Maybe some trees too. I can talk to Killian about us paying for it since it’s our fault you’ll have to get the new fence when this one is fine.”

“It’s not your fault.” Her mom squeezes her shoulder before rubbing up and down her back, her nails tracing in patterns like she used to do when Emma was a kid. “I didn’t even think about that.”

Emma shrugs, not really sure what to say. “I am an expert in privacy now. I could probably write a book about it.”

They head back inside to find her dad and Killian slumped down on the couch with sweaty foreheads and an entire room full of boxes stacked up by the front window. They look ridiculous, like they’ve just run a marathon or something, and when she suggests that Killian go help put together the crib when they get home later, she thinks he might start whining at new levels.

Men are impossible sometimes no matter how much you love them.

They stay at her parents’ house until after dinner, stopping their unpacking to eat, but as much as she doesn’t like admitting it, she doesn’t have as much energy as she used to, so they leave to go home. As much as she loves spending time with Ruby and her parents, it’s been a day full of it, and she wants to settle into bed and not talk to anyone or wear pants that have a button.

So that’s exactly what she does when they get home, letting Indy in from the garden and feeding her before heading upstairs and getting ready for bed before eight even if all she’s really going to do is watch TV and scroll through Pinterest looking at nursery ideas. It’s currently the only thing that doesn’t freak her out about giving birth (the more she knows, the less she wants to know), so it’s kind of soothing. Plus, people do absolutely ridiculous things for rooms that the baby doesn’t even really spend time in for the first few months, and it’s the tiniest bit entertaining.

Maybe she’s a bit sadistic.

Maybe she’s also kind of excited to finish building the nursery.

Killian walks into their room with Indy at his heels an hour after she settled down and after changing into his sweatpants and stripping off his shirt, he settles down next to her, crossing his legs at the ankles and scrolling through his phone as well. She feels the baby move again, and it’s then that she remembers that she never told Killian. It was such a big moment, and she completely forgot.

“Hey, so I have two things to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“First, I accidentally told mom we’re having a boy.”

“Oh thank God. I told Liam last week, and I’ve been waiting for you to mess up too.”

“Hey,” she laughs, reaching over and slapping his shoulder, “you messed up before me. There was no guarantee I was going to screw up.”

“Eh, debatable.” Killian leans over and brushes a kiss against the corner of her lips while Indy begins rearranging her blanket on the floor, dragging it across the floor until she finds an acceptable place. “What was your second thing, love?”

“I felt the baby move for the first time today.”

His eyes blow wide, the light blue shade that she loves the most showing up, and his lips stretch into a smile that reaches his ears and makes his eyes crinkle. She loves that too. “You did?” he questions, shuffling over to her and propping himself up on his knees so that his sweatpants tug down and expose his hip bone. That’s not distracting at all. “Darling, that’s wonderful. When was this?”

“At the exact same time I told mom that I’m having a boy.”

“Ah,” he sighs, reaching down and lifting her shirt to expose her skin to the cool air conditioning before he places his warm hand over it. “Is he moving now?”

“A little bit, but if I just felt him, and I don’t think you’re going to yet.”

“Pity. Hey, my little love,” he speaks to her stomach, leaning down and giving her perfect access to run her hands through his hair. She loves his new haircut, but she kind of misses the flippy ends that she could easily run her hands through. “You want to let me feel you? You’re letting mummy have all of the fun, and that’s just not okay when we’re supposed to be best buds.”

Oh God, she’s going to cry. She does not want to cry right now, hating the way her eyes get puffy and her throat feels like it’s constricting. These hormones are not her. They are, but they’re not. She’s not ashamed of crying. She understands that it doesn’t make her weak or insecure. It simply makes her human. But sometimes she does feel a little ridiculous.

But as she watches Killian very animatedly have a conversation with her stomach, she reminds herself that it’s okay to be ridiculous. Following standards have their time and their place, but she’s never been one to always do what’s expected of her. So if she wants to cry, she can damn well cry.

“Love?”

“Huh? Yeah?” She looks to see Killian smiling up at her, his lips thinned to into a sympathetic smile.

“Did you not hear me?”

“Uhhh…no. No I didn’t.”

“I asked what it feels like when he moves.”

“Oh,” she chuckles, leaning back and scooting down in bed until she can find a comfortable position, a pillow stuck under her ass finally making it cozy, “the only way I can describe it is like a fish moving around in there. It’s not super hard, just, like, a light fluttering. Abigail told me that it’ll feel like I’m being punched later on.”

“Sounds pleasant.”

“Yes, well, I always knew that the product of your sperm would be evil.”

“Ha ha,” Killian deadpans, pinching her thigh underneath the covers until she smacks it away. “You keep talking like that, and I really will be his best buddy.”

She hums before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer, his eyes fluttering closed before she leans in and glides her lips over his. Her hands stay wrapped around his wrists, thumbs tracing over his knuckles, while his thread into her hair. She sighs into it, her breath intermingling with his, and for a few minutes she forgets everything but the feel of Killian’s lips on hers and how after all of this time he still makes her feel like she’s twenty years old and has the beginnings of a new crush.

When she needs air, she pulls back only for Killian to bite at her top lip, tugging her back toward him with a low growl.

“I love you,” she breathes, her chest heaving while her heart begins to calm.

“Aye, and I you.” He quickly brushes his lips against hers again and rests his forehead against her, his warmth invading her. “You are consistently the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be upstaged.”

“That is a possibility. I had a great time with Graham today, and I have known him longer than you.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, moving away from him and scooting down in the bed until she’s turned on her side, her constant companion of a pillow moving with her and resting underneath her stomach.

Killian moves with her, settling down behind her and burying his face in her hair while his legs tangle with hers and his hand finds its way under her t-shirt, resting on her stomach but occasionally moving to run his fingers on the underside of her breasts. They talk occasionally, small comments and laughs, and she snuggles into him, pushing her ass back against him. She can feel his length pressing into her, how much he still wants her evident, but he doesn’t make any move for more. She’s exhausted, and she kind of has to pee, so she’s not sure she would even have it in her if she did. So she’s grateful for them to just rest, the day catching up to the both of them.

“I like you a lot better than I like Graham. For the record and all that.”

She snickers under her breath, grabbing onto his hand and resting it in between her breasts. “Oh good, I was worried about that. I thought Ruby and I were about to have a Grace and Frankie situation on our hands.”

“I know that you’re referencing something, but I’ve never seen that show so I don’t know what that means. But okay.”

“Never change, babe,” she sighs, patting his hand and squeezing. “Never change.”

“We need to talk names.”

“What?”

“For the tiny human that pushes down on my bladder five times a night.”

“A name?”

“Goddammit, Killian, yes, a name. He can’t go around nameless.”

“Well, I know that.”

“Then why do you seem so confused about the concept?”

“Because we were not talking about anything related to names two seconds ago.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been making a list. We can name him whatever, right?”

“I’ve never heard of a child with the name ‘Whatever’ but sure.Whatever you want, my love.”

“Shut up,” Emma giggles, slapping his chest from her spot next to him at the kitchen counter. “I’m being serious. We don’t have any restrictions on the names, right?”

“Nope,” Killian answers, taking a bite of his oatmeal while she becomes acutely aware of how much more freedom she and Killian have compared to Liam and Abigail in the small things, “another perk to being the spare to the heir. Dad doesn’t have any regulations. Though I’m sure we can’t name him Apple or something like that.”

“Okay,” she sighs, fumbling with her hands and twisting her wedding band on her finger before grabbing her phone off the counter and pulling up the notes on her phone where she’s been jotting down baby names every time she hears one or reads ones she likes. “So obviously the name might not be on this list. It’s kind of small, and I want you to have the ones you like too.”

Killian reaches over and rubs his hand up and down her back in soothing circles. “Show me, love. I’m sure they’re all bloody brilliant.”

She hands over her phone, biting down on her lip in nervous anticipation all while Killian’s gaze is trained on her phone screen, seemingly studying each and every letter on there.

“Jones?” he questions, looking over at her with a quirked eyebrow.

She shrugs, her cheeks flushing a bit in embarrassment. “It’s your mom’s maiden name. I also did mine and all of your middle names. I’m not huge on naming kids after other people, but I know that’s tradition with you family.”

Killian leans to the side and presses a lingering kiss to her temple while he continues to rub her back up and down. “Thank you, love. That’s so thoughtful of you, but I agree. Maybe we can do one for a middle name, though.” His eyes trail away from her and back to her phone. “I like Oliver, Andrew, and Brody. Knowing you, though, I bet you have a favorite.”

“I do.” She’s practically jumping up and down on her stool, the giddiness over Killian picking the name she likes as one of his three making her feel like it’s just right. Naming a human being feels like some kind of giant responsibility. She obviously knows raising one is too, but they’re not there yet. The name thing is enough. “I like Andrew. Andy for short. I think it…fits.”

Killian hums beside her, and she wonders what’s going through his head. He’s always thought things through more than her, used his logical thinking to reason through things instead of her rashly jumping into decisions, so she’s sure he’s thinking of every possible pro and con that goes with it.

“Andrew,” he mutters, seemingly testing the weight of the name on his tongue. “Andy. Killian, Emma, and Andrew. I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He dips his head and quickly slides his lips over hers. “It’s perfect. And now we can call you stomach something.”

“Correction. We can call what’s inside my stomach something. I don’t think we need to name my stomach.”

“Well why not?”

“Because that’s weird. We don’t name your stomach, Hugh Jackman.”

“Why the bloody hell would we name my stomach Hugh Jackman?”

“Because it’s hairy like wolverine.”

“Oi,” he chuckles, getting up from his stool and wrapping his arms around her neck, “you are a minx, and you’ve never complained about my chest hair before.”

She leans her head back and nips underneath his chin, kissing his stubble. “If only because it gives me something to hold onto.”

“Sweetheart, you are one of a kind. What do you want for breakfast? We’ve got to leave in an hour and a half, and we’ve still got to shower.”

“I think I’m good with toast or something with some fruit. I don’t need something big since we’re going to be moving all over the place today. Also, was that a hint for me to go shower while you cook?”

He ruffles her hair likes she’s their dog. “You’re so smart.”

She huffs before rising from her stool and walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to walk up the stairs and shower. She knows they’re going to be late, especially with how long it’ll take her hair to dry. But she takes her shower, rubbing her body wash over her skin and shaving her legs. It’s already a bit of a struggle to do it now, and she’s already dreading when she’s not going to be able to bend over and shave her own legs or put on her own shoes. But hey, Killian doesn’t have to suffer through this, so if she needs help, he knows how to work a razor and she’s pretty sure he’s been putting on his own shoes for nearly thirty years.

Or at least she hopes. That would be strange if he hasn’t been, and it does not bode well for Andy’s chances at being as normal as possible.

Andy.

By the times she’s finished, her phone says they don’t have long, so she hurriedly pulls on a pair of yoga pants and a pullover that covers her ass. Kidding A Goal does a hell of a lot of good, but she’s allowed to wear pants with no zippers when visiting the facilities, so it’s honestly at the top of her list for the good things about them right now. Killian comes into the bathroom with her breakfast twenty minutes later, placing it on her vanity and brushing his lips over the crown of her head before hopping in the shower.

She drives them to the facility when they’re finished getting ready, and as she’s pulling into the parking lot, she sees that they’ve managed to make it with two minutes to spare. So suck it, Killian. She’s not always late.

She really does love her husband, but damn sometimes he can be annoying about things like that.

They’re ushered out to the main outdoor facility where kids are running on the track while others are kicking a soccer (or as she’s supposed to say football) ball. There are supposed to be coaches out here today since Killian wanted to observe the day-to-day proceedings. Really, he should have just shown up unannounced for that, but he probably didn’t think that through.

She feels Killian’s fingers brush against hers as they walk toward the track, and she interlaces their fingers, his palm warm in the slight chill that’s still pervasive in May in the early mornings. It’s like a physical comfort for them to be connected like this. She’s not nervous to spend time with the children or the coaches, but it’s been a habit for the two of them to stay connected in some way during most events. She wasn’t born to do something like this as her job. She was born to tend a bar or do something that keeps her mind and body engaged at all times, and while sometimes this job is something she loves, there are times when she’s uncomfortable in it.

But you make sacrifices for the people you love just as they do the same for you, and so if she’s had to learn how to be a public servant who always says the right thing instead of a bartender who curses at her patrons for spilling beer all over the floor, she doesn’t mind too much.

“Bloody hell,” Killian mutters under his breath, “this looks fantastic.”

“It really does. You’re doing a good thing here, babe.”

His cheeks redden, and he shakes his head back and forth. “I come here a few times a year. I’m not doing anything.” She stops walking, tightening her grip on his hand so that he pulls back when he realizes she’s stopped. Killian quirks an eyebrow while his eyes scan her, obviously trying to figure out why she stopped. “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

“How could you possibly think that you’re not doing anything?”

His face scrunches up, and he uses his free hand to scratch behind his ear while his hair moves in the wind. He clicks his tongue, the self-deprecating side of Killian obviously showing up a bit today. “Because I’m not, Emma. You know that. We’re figureheads, and yeah, sometimes I feel like we’re doing good, but it’s not…we’re not…we’re pretty faces.”

She releases his hand and reaches up to cup his face, her thumbs stroking over the apples of his cheek. She knows everyone is watching them, but for this moment, she doesn’t care. “While you do have a very pretty face, my love, if I remember correctly, you spent years creating this foundation. There were days when you spent hour upon hour sitting on the floor of my room answering emails and drawing out this facility. You’ve made such a difference in these kids’ lives.”

“I know but – ”

“No buts. You’re the man who talked me up while crying over my jeans not fitting and helped turn that into the beginnings of me doing something I’m passionate about to help other people. You make a difference even if we have the weirdest job in the world.”

Killian closes his eyes and nods his head up and down before turning his cheek and kissing her palm, almost sighing into it. She knows that their lives are ridiculous and that they are basically figureheads, but for Killian to think he’s not doing good in the world is ridiculous.

“Thank you, love.” He smiles then, his lips twitching up and his eyes crinkling. “Now let’s go have a bunch of kids show us how much more athletic they are.”

She and Killian are walked through the facility and shown all of the different drills and practices that everyone is doing. All of the kids are in one of the uniforms they’ve provided. She’s never been a big fan of uniforms personally, but Killian pointed out that since most of the children are from poorer families, it makes them all feel the same. No one is showing up with sneakers with holes in them or shirts that are too small. They all get the equipment they need for whatever sport they’re signed up to play. It’s a wonderful touch, something she would have completely overlooked, and yet Killian still thought he wasn’t making a difference.

After talking to some of the coaches and a few of the older children, Killian agrees to participate in a race on the track. He’s fast, but she’s been watching some of these older kids run, and they are absolutely insane. But then the lineup ends up being a group of children who can be no older than five and six, and she knows this is about to be something else.

Sure enough, when Coach Blevins blows the whistle, Killian takes off full speed ahead while lots of little legs follow him at a slower pace. She laughs as he keeps looking back over his shoulder as if they’re about to catch him, and when he slows down to an almost turtle-like pace while the children sprint past him, all she can do is shake her head from side to side while he huffs and puffs over the finish line…as the last person over the finish line.

She sticks her fingers in her mouth and wolf whistles at him, and while he’s high fiving all of the children, he looks back at her and winks.

Ridiculous.

Killian races again and again with all of the age groups, changing up his speed and pace to be competitive with teenagers and playful with the young kids. If she wasn’t six months pregnant, she’d be out there with them. She could run, has been going to the park and running with Indy some mornings, but it’s a comfortable pace and not a race with kids who might accidentally trip her up.

When he’s finished with all of the races, actually huffing and puffing from the quick stops and starts, he makes his way over to her. Before she realizes what he’s doing, he wraps his arms around her waist and rubs his sweaty hair into her neck.

“Gross,” she groans as his sweat begins to stick to her, but she can’t even move with the way he’s holding her. “Killian, now I’m going to smell bad for the rest of the day.”

“Mhm,” he hums, laughing into her neck before pulling back and separating the two of them as if he’s just remembered they’re in public. “Now you have to shower again later, and we can do that together.”

“Ah, yes, because that’s such a comfortable thing to do.”

He chuckles before pecking her on the cheek and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Come on, love. Let’s go talk to all of these future gold medalists. We can say we knew them when.”

She pats his chest. “I think you may have a future in track as well, babe.”

“I’m simply going to pretend you’re not teasing. I’ll have you know that I let all of these kids win.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“It’s sure as hell not you and your fidgety legs and tossing and turning.”

Her head recoils while she slaps his chest again. “You are walking on thin ice, my man.”

“No, darling, I’m running on it.”

#second in command #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic

[7wanderingpaws]

9. Surprises. (Another Life)

Genre: magic / soulamte AU

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Word Count: 5.9K

Song: Ariana Grande - Thinking Bout You

Synopsis: You are more than happy in relationship with Jackson Wang, the hard-working and successful fencer representing Hong Kong. So what happens when you visit a local witch wanting to know more about your future as a couple? Because you always knew he was the right one for you. Even in another life. But would he really be the one?

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(( Finally, the promised chapter! Im sorry it didnt go up on time. Its quite long so prepare yourselves and enjoy it. Thank you for reading <3 ))

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“I can’t because I need to focus on my career at the moment,” he added quickly when he saw your beautiful smile slowly fade. “I’m so busy I would never have proper time to spend with you...”

Hong Kong, 2017

If anyone would have told you that you would land the job, you would probably laugh at them. Nobody ever would have given you a good enough reason.

But you did.

And now you were satisfied.

Working for big companies as an accountant maybe wasn’t that special for everyone but for you it was just okay. You could manage and at least people treated you with higher importance. Furthermore, Sara was now gaining lots of followers because of her life style blog in Hong Kong and since she made a business out of her passion, you were also in charge of her tiny financial department. 

Also, you would sometimes (always) follow her around the city to make instragram-worthy pictures, eat fancy food (that you truly couldn’t afford), talk to people (that you would normally never stop to talk).

On the bright side though, you were almost always packed with work load. There were mountains of invoices, confirmations and documents that had to be briefed, that you literally had a headache every morning when you saw your table in the office.

It was good. Once you started to work yourself through the papers, you would forget about many things. For example, you would forget that you had to meet your parents today, you would forget that Martin was lurking around you with a threat of a proposal, you would forget about the dreadful meetings you would have to sit through later today, forget about the sneaky boss who would touch you whenever he had a chance, forget about the stupid, stupid and ever more stupid dreams you kept having that were making you cry even more than ever before, forget about throwing up. And… And… Forget about Jackson Wang. For a little second at least. Please. Dear heavens, make him disappear.

“You know it’s scientifically impossible,” chirped in Sara as she threw herself on the sofa in your tiny apartment. You still lived in the shabby flat but you were emotionally attached to it. And no money to move. Yet.

“Sara,” you sighed, scratching your head as you were sitting over another invoice. You saw too many zeroes on it. “Not now, please. I beg you.”

Sara thought about your plea for a moment before she decided to shrug her shoulders as if nothing happened. “I know, Y/N, I know but why don’t you at least answer his calls? And messages? We both know he doesn’t have much time for typing away since he is as busy as a 24/7 schedule can be, but your phone does ring a lot.”

“Well, frankly, I don’t have all the time to be on my phone. I actually have to make money with brains in order to survive.”

“Oh damn, look at you, you tough cookie,” Sara laughed out loud. “Today I planned to go to the Kowloon peak-”

“I really can’t make it today, Sara, I’m sorry,” you said, genuinely meaning it as you looked into her fair eyes. She looked so pretty you sometimes were worried you looked too bad standing next to her. She found herself a local Hong Konger (William was a cool guy, you liked him) who was working in the sports business. “I have so much and I have to rush back to the office. I think I can focus there the most.”

“But-but you already work your ass off so much. Why don’t you leave the shitty work place and the sneaky bastard boss and just come to my little firm? I can pay you enough, I promise,” said Sara pleadingly.

She had been talking about this for quite some while now. Sara did get enough money for her to afford to hire you. But the problem was that you needed some sense of work stereotype, so you wouldn’t lose your mind.

“I love my work,” you blurted out and snorted right away.

Sara laughed loudly, pointing at you with her index finger in the process. “Ah, dear, I love you so much. You are so funny.”

You shrugged your shoulders, smiling. “And I love you, Sarita.”

Sara sighed and you both fell into a peaceful silence. The clock on the kitchen wall was ticking away the time that you should be spending on calculating through confirmations but you were there, sitting and smiling.

“Martin confessed,” you said silently as you folded your arms on your chest.

Sara sat up properly, her eyes wide with surprise. “What?” she leaned her elbows on her knees. “Oh my god, do you think he is going to propose?”

“It seems like it,” you muttered, somehow not that excited about the thought. “He said many lovely things and he is a true gentleman-”

“But?”

“But,” you sighed, turning around in your chair. “I don’t think it is possible.”

“Of course it isn’t possible!” exclaimed Sara, throwing her hands in the air and stood up. “You guys are not meant to be, for Christ’s sake.” Her slender figure was walking up and down your small room. It seemed like she was thinking rather intently before her blue eyes snapped to your stiff figure. “Don’t take me wrong, Y/N, he is a great guy and before Jackson appeared I really wanted to hit you two up. But it is not possible anymore.”

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes, I totally agree. Maybe I can just be in a relationship with him like till now and in case he would insist, I would just break up with him and be single forever.”

“Jackson is such a-”

“-asshole-”

“-gorgeous man.”

You glared at your friend.

“How thoughtful of him that he wouldn’t want you to wait for him-”

“Because he doesn’t love me!” you flared up, your heart racing up on the Everest.

“He does love you and if everything he is doing is not a good enough proof, than you have to open your goddamn eyes, Y/N!”

That shut you up pretty quickly. Sara’s words were mingling in your mind, combining, mixing, adding up… Nope. He didn’t love you.

“I can see the doubt all over your face, dear,” sighed Sara as she walked to you and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “He has been writing you ever since 2016 when you guys finally met. Even when he had a new phone number he would let you know. He always makes sure you are good and healthy and if he is in the city, he comes to visit.”

“What are you trying to prove right now?” you asked, dumbfounded. “Because I am suffering without him.”

“And he is suffering without you.”

“He is not,” you said quietly, gritting your teeth. “Sara.” You stood up to face her. “It is because of him in the first place that all of us had to relive our lives just so he could chase his dreams. He was not happy enough, not thankful enough before while I was the happiest in the previous life. I was a doctor, I had a loving family and him beside me since we were freaking fifteen. Yesterday, I had a flashback how he-” your voice broke at the thought.

Sara waited patiently, her eyebrows slowly rising. “How he what?”

You looked her in the eyes but you couldn’t speak.

Phuket, Thailand, 2017

“This place is gorgeous,” you breathed as you stared out of the window of the resort you were currently residing in. There were barely any tourists around this time not to mention the resort and the island itself was quite the little Thai secret.

Jackson who was unpacking from your suitcases smiled fondly at your back. “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart.”

Was the sea covered in diamonds? It was sparkling and glistening from the reflection of the blazing sun that was about to set right in front of your eyes.

“How on earth did you even find this place?” you asked, genuinely curious as you turned to help him out. You grabbed your flowery summer dresses and hang them neatly in the massive wardrobe. 

“That will have to stay a secret,” answered Jackson, smiling cheekily.

“Ah, really? Are you gonna play this game now?”

He shrugged. “I have good contacts and quite a few medals by now. I can weave my way through anything.”

You laughed out loud, not wanting to continue this conversation. “Okay, dear.”

Jackson stopped and pouted at you. “Are you already giving up on me? Why don’t you bother more?”

You looked at him, confused. “Why? Maybe it’s better to keep it a secret. It has a lovely magic to it,” you winked at his puppy face.

He didn’t answer. However when you were about to reach into his suitcase for his pants to place them into the wardrobe, he swiftly snatched them away, trying to look maximally nonchalant as he placed them safely into the wardrobe, hoping you wouldn’t become suspicious.

“I can’t wait to be in that pool,” you hummed contently as you were folding his shirts. “It looks absolutely lush.”

“You will go into that pool under my supervision only,” said Jackson and took one of your clothes. “I cannot have anything happening to you.”

You giggled. “It’s about time I learn to swim.”

Jackson stopped, taken aback by your sudden wish. “Really? Is that what you want?”

“So I won’t drown.”

“Obviously,” Jackson snickered. “I can teach you.”

“I know you can,” you said, not looking his way. “But I will go with that trainer I saw in the lobby.”

Jackson’s smile changed into a confused expression and then into a dissatisfied scowl. “That handsome trainer?”

“I didn’t say he was handsome,” you winked at him, placing the last pieces of clothing onto the shelves. You turned to his tense posture. “You said it. But I agree,” you patted his cheek.

He frowned down at you. “Really, Y/N? Are you gonna play this game?”

“Aren’t we all about games?”

He groaned loudly turning away from you making you laugh hard. 

“You know I love you, babyyy!” you wailed, still laughing.

—

It had been two days in the wonderland and as expected you didn’t even dare to enter the attractive pool that was overlooking the entire bay. You would sit on the pool’s edge, soaking your feet while Jackson was swimming and working out to not fall out of his training routine.

Sometimes he would stop by your legs, push himself up to steal a kiss with a massive grin and then go back underwater.

There were a few more tourists visiting at the resort and you still barely saw them; this way you had the pool all to yourselves only.

“Hey, Jackson,” you said as he was on the other side just turning for another lap. He stopped, looking up at you in question. “I want to go in.”

He blinked a few times before he smiled happily and swam to you to hold you tight. “And what about the swimming part?” he asked once he ghosted his cold fingers over your thighs, making you shiver. You held onto his arms as you slid your butt down into the cold water. You yelped silently, momentarily dizzy.

“Maybe another time,” you whispered, your warm body now refreshed. You felt his arms tightly around your waist until he grabbed your legs underwater and put them around his waist. You held onto his neck for dear life.

“And here I thought you would join me for my morning training,” pouted Jackson looking at your freckly face.

You smiled at him and looked behind his back at the breathtaking scenery. “I did join you for all of your trainings so far.”

“But you know what I meaaaan,” he whined, squeezing your thighs.

You laughed loudly, hugging him. “Stay still, honey, I want to rest now.”

For your big surprise, he did stop moving around, stilling, not moving an inch.

“You can breathe though,” you remarked and he inhaled sharply, exaggerating every move. “Silly,” you mumbled, entertained.

You stayed like this for some time. You both were talking about everything and anything, his upcoming competition in Budapest, your attestation and eventually your plans to visit some places around Hong Kong.

“And what about…” started Jackson as he was looking mysteriously into your eyes.

You frowned. “What about what?”

“Never mind,” he said quickly, turning his head the other way.

“What? What was it, honey?” you asked and dared to let go of his neck to touch his cheeks.

“Nothing. Really,” he said, looking at you.

You smiled gently, pushing his longer hair out of his face while he was intently watching your every move, your every part of your face. His grip on you tightened to give you reassurance that he was holding you.

You whispered, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I can,” he whispered back and his eyes eventually fell on your lips. “Nobody else, but I can.”

You were just about to snort when he kissed you sensually, capturing your lower lip, pressing you to the pool’s wall behind you.

Now being 23, he felt like this thing he was preparing for quite a while now, was finally happening. This was the moment. He felt it, he knew it, he was sure of it. He didn’t doubt it at all.

  After wonderful dinner, you both went out hand in hand for a relaxing walk on the beach. You put your long summer dress on, made sure to have sweet amount of make-up on and you curled your hair, your smile widening with each wave.

You talked quietly with Jackson, both of you full of giggles. He managed to lift your body and turn around with you, making you scream with excitement. The waves in the background were a complimenting noise that you made sure to acknowledge every time.

You were laughing hard. “Jackson! Let go of me!”

He stopped and put you down carefully, his smile wide, toothy, goofy. You ruffled his hair, grinning up at him.

“I don’t want to let go of you, though,” he said passionately, bumping his nose into yours. Then, he slowly pulled away to look you properly into your eyes. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss with a loud smack. He smiled and pushed your hair out of you face.

“Y/N,” he paused and licked his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, his lips gently ghosting over your parted ones: “Will you marry me?”

Your breathing stopped half-way in your pipes as you gently pulled away to look into Jackson’s honest eyes. “Jackson?”

“I don’t doubt our relationship, our friendship, anything. For a long time now I know you are the one for me. I always had that feeling. I fell head over my fencing boots for you when I first laid eyes on you. It was like a magic trick. You didn’t even have to try to seduce me; just by breathing you were filling up my bare existence. I simply cannot not have you. I need you. But mostly, I love you unconditionally,” he said, his voice serious but his eyes full of love.

The tears on your eyes were just about to spill when you nodded your head exactly two times before hugging him tightly. “Yes, Jackson. I will marry you.”

His hands were around your back spinning around with you once again.

You both laughed out loud before he put you down and searched for the ring box. His fingers took out a very elegant diamond ring, and then he lowered his body on one knee as he took your hand, putting the ring on your finger. It was glistening as the sunset behind you was in its grand finale, just like you two when you kissed each other passionately, bringing alive everything that was ever dear to the world.

He was kissing you once, twice, thrice until you couldn’t wait to finally be alone as you were eagerly heading back into your hotel room.

The first night as engaged.

Hong Kong, 2017

The office wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be when you sat down by your desk, already taking out all the paperwork. Just as you were prepared to start work, your office phone rang.

“Ms Y/L/N, you have a visitor at the reception. A certain Mr Wang is looking for you.”

You almost dropped the phone. “What! Mr Wang who?” your heartbeat was dangerously fast now.

“A representative of Team Wang Jiaer label is here,” she said. Assuming by her voice, she was also confused.

You groaned internally, not wanting to deal with whatever this was about. Of course, you knew Jackson had a label, he would sometimes ask for your advice when you two would call (those calls were usually when he was extremely tired and already laying in bed ready to sleep but he would insist on talking with you because he was missing your voice, your warmth, your presence but eventually he would be the one to fall asleep, the only proof being his snoring that was so familiar to you and you would be an absolute idiot if you would end the call there, so you would make yourself cosy and fall asleep, imagining he is next to you). Now, you were a bit worried to face Jackson… What if you would accidentally throw your hands around his neck thinking that you’re engaged?!

“Okay, I’m coming,” you murmured quickly, ending the call.

Before heading downstairs, you sprinted to the restroom to make sure you looked at least a little bit decent. Thankfully, you looked just fine. Although that lipstick was a bit faded from drinking milk tea earlier…

“Ah, it doesn’t matter!” you whisper-yelled at your reflection and finally made your way out and down to the reception.

The company you worked for was quite wealthy, everything being from expensive wood and marble.

Through the glass you could see an older man standing there, waiting patiently, his clothes comfortable and on his back a big TEAM WANG written. You furrowed your brows when you didn’t spot Jackson.

The receptionist called after the man who turned around with a friendly smile on his face. “Miss Y/L/N,” he said before he stuck out his hand to shake.

You accepted. “May I ask what the business is about?”

“Of course, but I suppose a little friendlier surroundings would be better.”

“And where is the boss?” you asked, looking around momentarily hoping to see the warm pair of eyes.

“Jiaer boss is very busy at the moment shooting a show in Beijing,” he answered politely.

You nodded. “Alright. Well, there is a lovely cafe just down the road, why don’t we go there,” you suggested, leading the way.

It was his manager, as you found out. He could have been in his forties or fifties and he seemed very satisfied with his life. He showed you some pictures of his kids and his wife.

Once both of your lattes arrived, you looked at him expectantly and with a smile.

“Miss Y/L/N, the reason I visited you so suddenly is because I have a job offer for you.”

That was surprising. A job offer? What for! “Would you care to explain in bigger detail, please,” you smiled nervously, feeling dumb.

“But of course,” he nodded, not showing you any paper or charts, nothing that would help you avoid eye contact. “Our team is missing a strategic accountant at the moment and we heard you were one of the best ones in Hong Kong.”

“Excuse me? I’m definitely not one of the best-”

“Jiaer boss said he did a background check-”

You scoffed, entertained. “There is not much I would be of a help in your label, sir. My Chinese is not that good either. The only thing I’m good at is counting and preventing you from financial crash.”

“We were told you were a very hard-working person as well as responsible and persistent, which are the exact qualities we are looking for in our company.”

Of course those were the qualities Jackson would look for. It was basically him scribbled all over it. However, you were still shocked that he would send a person to try to hire you in his company.

“But as you said yourself, I’m doing very well just where I am,” you said, folding your arms and rested your back against the seat rest. “So why should I change my employer? What benefits would I get at your label?” Challenge.

He didn’t look that budged by it, although he would expect anyone to want to work for the famous Wang Jackson without a single spark of doubt in their eyes. You were not that foolish, however. “Well, let me tell you there is not a single employee who isn’t happy or satisfied at our workplace. Besides, we have the best boss to ever ask for. He treats his employees like his family. We are a small team, miss Y/L/N. As for the benefits, there can be lots of paid free time for you since the schedules vary so much. And as I mentioned, your qualities are a perfect match for our Jiaer boss.”

You wondered what this guy knew about you; what did Jackson tell him about you. Did he know you were “friends”? Did he know how well you both knew each other from every single angle, from head to toe?

You took a sip from your latte. “I understand. I suppose there is not much free time supposing the boss is one of the busiest people on Earth.”

The manager chuckled kindly. “Jiaer boss is certainly extremely busy. That’s not a lie. However, he would never let his employees overwork themselves. He leads a special schedule where all of us have to sign the precise time when we work so this way he can monitor us.”

“How controlling,” you snickered rolling your eyes, entertained. Thankfully, the manager didn’t misunderstand. He must have known something more about you. “I can only imagine Jackson being that way.”

The manager nodded. “He is truly one of the best. You would be the youngest employee. Why not give it a try? Also, following him around the world is eye-opening.”

You smiled, your mind wandering off at the thought of following him around the world. “How much time do you spend with your boss?”

“It depends. His schedules are basically full and if he is in China or working elsewhere on his solo projects, there has to be a managing staff around him. Sometimes it can be nonstop other times we don’t see him at all since he is in Korea working for the band’s company. ”

“I see,” you paused, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek, thinking.

The manager smiled cutely, covering his mouth as he hastily pointed at you. “Jiaer boss does the same when he is considering something.”

~

Once back in your office, you couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened.

You received a freaking job offer from TEAM WANG. What were you supposed to do? Well, what you did was that you asked for some time to think before making any decisions and the manager did fully understand.

Before you knew it, you were dialling Sara’s number, eager for her to pick up.

“What’s up, Y/N?” She asked light-heartedly.

“Sara,” you made a dramatic pause. After that, you spilled everything. From the beginning till the end.

“What?!” she gasped. “Oh my god, that’s so cool.”

“But I am confused,” you complained.

“What is there to be confused about? He wants you with him whenever he doesn’t have to be in Korea.”

“But-but I can’t work for him.”

“Now there,” she said gently, sensing your panic. “We both know he loves you. He said it, he showed it to you. He already said he can’t ask you to wait for him. He cares about you. He is being selfless just so you could enjoy your young life. Hell, isn’t it strange? In your flashback he was going to propose to you, so basically you were engaged by the end of this year. Now he is making a move to have you closer to him.”

You hummed, trying to see her thoughts.

“He is doing exactly what is supposed to happen, Y/N,” Sara said finally, seemingly satisfied with herself. She was so excited for you she would certainly start jumping once the line went silent.

“I’m scared,” you blurted out. “What if he just pities me? What if he-”

“Stop right there. Don’t you dare finish your sentences or else you’re as good as dead. And Jackson would kill me then. And I don’t feel like dying just yet.” You heard some muffling in the background. “So what your next step should be is that you’ll accept the job.”

“I don’t want to move to China,” you pouted. “I adore my little Hong Kong.”

Sara inhaled through her nose. “To be honest, I’m sure he has a plan for you so I would call him if I were you. That’s the only way to find out what he wants.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay, I will. Once I’m out of office and at home.”

“Alright, darling. So I guess I can’t persuade you anymore to come to my little company, huh? I have no chance against Jackson.”

You giggled, opening your eyes. “We will see about that.”

It was 23:06 when you entered your apartment. There was a mess on your table from all the papers you finished checking but didn’t organise and all you wanted was to throw yourself on the bed just as you were, and sleep. Preferably for a long time, so the decision-making would wait.

You took a slow shower, easing your tensed up muscles and wanting to make a pleasant night for yourself, you threw on just a long pink t-shirt. Your undies were white with small little hearts. Your favourites.

Finally, climbing into your bed, you took your phone (that you managed to not touch the whole day) just to find many missed calls and unseen messages. The last message that you received was literally one minute before you unlocked your phone and it was pretty straight forward for you to not get it.

Sara (23:48): JACKSON IS COMING TO UR PLACE

You froze. “What?” you shrieked, your heart thundering inside of your chest. Just then you heard a soft knock on the door.

You snapped your head up, your hands suddenly trembling. Oh my god. He was here. Jackson was here.

You saw that all the messages and calls were his which made you jump out of your bed and swinging the door open to find him standing there with his hand on the door frame. His hair was parted, one side styled backwards meaning he came straight from work. He was so damn handsome, your throat closed off making you unable to breathe. He stole your breath away.

When he finally looked up, he was going to say something before he stopped abruptly, his eyes wandering down your under-dressed body. You stole his breath away, too.

You gulped. “What are you doing here?”

He snapped his eyes back at you, his cheeks warming up. “I was in the city and-”

“Weren’t you shooting in Beijing today?” you asked, confused.

He smiled gently. “I was. But tomorrow I have interviews all day here in Hong Kong so I’m staying in the city for the night.”

You gulped once again and made a step back to let him in. He thanked before coming in, curiously looking around.

“Sorry for the mess, I literally just came home.”

“I see you are also busy,” he said as he turned to face you. You locked the door as usual and folded your arms over your chest. “I assume you met my manager considering you knew where I have been today.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. His striped shirt was unbuttoned just till his mid-chest and his black jacket was complimenting his figure, paired up with black jeans. So elegant, so charismatic.

“I heard you needed time to think,” he continued.

“Of course I do,” you answered a little too feverishly. “You can’t expect me to just change places so suddenly.”

“I know and I understand. I’m giving you as much time as you need,” he added more quietly. “It’s always open for you.”

You bit your lip, his eyes dropping to your lips. “I don’t know how your company works, you know. It’s all different to what I knew until now.”

He nodded. “I can imagine. Sara told me all about your wonderful company of yours.”

“Sara?” you asked in confusion. “How is Sara in the picture?”

Jackson chuckled, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Without her I wouldn’t know where exactly you work since you are so secretive.”

“I’m not secretive,” you defended yourself, “I just don’t think…” you trailed off, not sure how to word your mixed up thoughts.

He came closer and gave you a squirtle look. “You don’t think what?”

You sighed. “I think you have way too much on your plate so why would it be of any importance for you. And besides, I’m also busy. Oh, wait a moment, did Sara tell you exactly where I’m staying too? Which floor? Which door? Damn, I’m surprised she didn’t tell you the number for the door.”

Jackson laughed. “I was going to use the number to get in if you wouldn’t answer the door. I was worried about you,” he said, serious out of sudden. “You wouldn’t answer your phone the whole day.”

It was so pleasant to hear him say those words to you. It was like a soothing balm on your aching heart. “I was just… really into my work that I am not so into.”

He let out a breathy laugh and walked to the sofa to sit down. “That’s why I came with another offer.”

You followed him, plopping down on the opposite side. You both faced each other. “What offer?”

His smile widened, his eyes sparkly as he took in your cute confusion. “I will be shooting in Thailand in December. It will be a music video for my new single. The location is top secret and perfectly hidden,” he whispered excitedly, leaning closer to you.

You giggled. “Where in Thailand?”

“Around Phuket. It’s an island that is not so famous and they have this wonderful resort I found there. We are already making steps to rent the entire place out for a few days in December to shoot there.”

Your smile froze momentarily recalling the flashbacks. Wasn’t it the same spot Jackson proposed to you at?

You were staring at him, lost in thought. “So what do you say?” he asked. Unaware, you scooted just a little bit closer to him.

“What do I say to what?”

“I would like you to come with me. This way you could see how the team works.”

Your lips widened. “But, Jackson. I am just an accountant. Why would you need me in Thailand with you? Or any other shooting place?”

Although he knew you caught him, he wouldn’t show you. “Well, there are lots of things an accountant has to do on the set.”

Your left eyebrow quirked up, challenging him. “Like for instance?”

Jackson was running his fingers over his chin as if deep in thought. “You have to make sure I don’t buy all the sweets on the spot.” He looked at you and laughed in one of his high-pitched laughters that made you laugh as well. “You have to make sure others don’t waste money on more sweets,” he continued, his amused face lit up just like thousands of fairy lights. Your face came closer to his as you listened intently. “You have to make sure the resort we are going to stay in is all set and done.” Closer. “Make sure I do my work properly.” A little bit more closer. “Make sure I don’t spend all my goddamn money on spoiling you.” His breath was on your lips, his focus on your lips. Your breath hitched when you felt his lips move against yours, closing your eyes as pleasure and excitement overtook you. “Make sure you are there with me so I can share the experience with you because I need you.” He kissed you passionately, inhaling through his nose and yet you still grabbed his face and pressed it more towards you, unable to get enough of him.

He took hold of your thighs, nudging you to sit on his lap which you gladly did. You moaned loudly when you felt his hands ghost over your butt and sneaking up over your back. You couldn’t help but notice how he wouldn’t touch your bare skin under your shirt even though you wanted it desperately.

Opening you mouth, you let him in and you totally submitted yourself to his control. You could see him behind your closed eyes, you could feel his warm hands while you ran your fingers through his styled hair.

Kisses were loud, smacky, playful, passionate, feverish and moany. You were sure this was the night some magic would happen. After all, you didn’t kiss since 2016 when he took you home. You both were thirsty for each other, desperate, suffering... Finally, you got to get to touch one another.

But Jackson slowed down to a sensual make-out session, not pushing it to the next level until he completely stopped, breathing heavily as he pecked your swollen lips one last time before his eyes fluttered open to look at your blissful face. You hummed at the loss of contact.

“What do you think?” he whispered, not wanting to break the bubble you created.

Your eyes opened as well, meeting his gentle gaze. “For work purposes only,” you started, touching his cheek. “I will go.”

You shared a quiet laugh when you heard another knock on the door. This one was certainly louder than Jackson’s knock.

Jackson frowned, alarmed. “Who is it at this time?” he asked and looked at his (expensive) wrist watch.

You bit your lip, still holding his face in your hands. You knew. You knew but you didn’t want to show it to Jackson.

Another loud knock.

“Is there someone bothering you here?” asked Jackson, searching for your gaze. He didn’t like the idea that someone would harass you, not even in the slightest. Worry was written all over his face as you untangled yourself from him.

“It’s just Martin,” you mumbled once your feet hit the cold floor.

“Martin? The doctor?” asked Jackson in shock.

You unlocked the door and opened it. Just as expected, Martin was there, fuming just a little bit. “Y/N!” he shouted and stormed in, not bothering to look around. “What is this? You aren’t picking up my calls for days now and you just lock yourself up here-“

“Good evening,” Jackson said, standing tall, his face authoritative, his hands in his pockets.

Martin stopped abruptly, staring at Jackson, startled. “Good evening.”

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[yourboyfriendaizawa]

god, i love ur kitsune au so much.... can i request another installment please? /.\ maybe it had been a while since the reader visited, so aizawa gets worried?

I’m sorry this took so long to come out but I’m putting my head in my goddamn hands bc this was supposed to be a short little drabble and it turned out to be over 2,600 words long. Literally the longest thing I’ve written for this blog so far by almost 500 words. I can’t believe this.

Anyway. This is an AU where Aizawa is a kitsune the reader met on a mountain. All the backstory is written in so if you’re unfamiliar no worries.

It had been weeks since you’d visited the shrine you had built up on the mountain trail for Aizawa. In fact, from what he could gather, you hadn’t been seen on the mountain at all for almost a month now, and Aizawa was getting just a little worried.

The two of you had become close in the year since you’d first gotten lost on your way to visit one of the major shrines. He’d been surprised at first, when Hizashi had come to him a few weeks after the incident to tell him that there was a human who frequented the shine and had recently began ending all their prayers with a thanks to a certain black haired fox that had helped them down the mountain that fateful night. Not long after, Hizashi tricked him into meeting with you again so you could thank him yourself. He had insisted it was only because it was his job to make assist in fulfilling the wishes of the shine’s worshipers if possible, but Aizawa had a hunch it was to get him to take more interest in interacting with humans. Ironically, that’s exactly what had happened. After the first meeting, you had asked if you would see him again the next time you visited, and to everyone’s surprise (even his own,) he had told you he would be if you wanted him to.

Ever since, the two of you had seen each other on an almost weekly basis, and he’d grown fond of your company. At some point, you had revealed that you knew he was a kitsune, and although he had known this, now that you had said it out loud he no longer felt the need to dodge your questions about who he was and found it to be a relief that he could share himself with you. He enjoyed your reactions as he told you about the monsters and spirits he dealt with in order to keep the mountain safe, enjoyed hearing you describe your own life beyond the mountain where he had not traveled in years, and secretly enjoyed the feeling of your fingers gently working their way through his hair as he rested beside you while you sat quietly propped against a tree, either reading or sketching or simply enjoying the peaceful forest around you.

When you’d failed to show up one week, he had hardly thought about it, chalking it up to being busy with something, perhaps familial obligations or work, and assumed he would see you the week after. When you didn’t show up that week either, he found it strange, wracking his brain to see if he could remember you mentioning going on some sort of trip or vacation. After the third week without seeing you, Aizawa began getting antsy, asking the other kitsune on the mountain to keep an eye out for you. Now, after almost four weeks and still no sign of you, he was admittedly worried. He didn’t think you someone to just disappear without a word. There had to be a reason for your absence, and Aizawa was afraid of what that reason could be.

‘Aizawa’. Toshinori’s voice addressed him from the ground below the branch Aizawa had been lounging on, ‘I believe I have news of your human.’ Aizawa’s ears twitched at Toshinori’s choice of words, but said nothing about it, instead turning his gaze toward the ground to encourage Toshinori to continue. At the moment, Toshinori was wearing his in his fox form, his golden fur shining bright in the dappled patches of sun that shone between the leaves, ‘A woman came to my shrine today, praying for the swift recovery of their child. I saw their face in her mind.’

Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat, “Recovery? From what?”

Toshinori shook his head, ‘I don’t know for sure, but I believe it to be an injury. The woman seemed distraught, but she wasn’t begging for her child’s life, so I assume it isn’t anything life threatening.’

There was solace in those words at least, but still Aizawa was concerned. If it was bad enough to keep you away for so long, it must have been serious.”Will you tell me if the woman comes back?”

‘Of course.’ he replied.

Luckily, less than another week passed before Toshinori notified Aizawa the woman had returned, and without having been asked directed Aizawa in the direction he could find her. Aizawa had thanked him quickly, then set off quickly to find her.

—

Aizawa found your mother relatively quickly, he had noticed her scent just minutes after setting off. She smelled an awful lot like you, and he was well adjusted to tracking down your scent by now. He did not approach her, however, but rather followed her from a distance as she emerged from the forest to make her way back into town. He knew it would appear more than strange for him to simply walk up to a woman he had never met and ask about her injured child, so he reasoned with himself that the best solution to find out what had happened to you was to follow her home and see for himself. (Ok, so it sounded just as weird, but it was all he could come up with.) He did however take the time to don a light glamor to hide any traits that might make him stand out among the humans, his fox-like features fading away as he stepped into civilization for the first time in a long while.

Since you had told him a number of times that you always walked to meet him, he assumed you lived rather close to the entrance to the mountain trail, and it turned out he was right. It only took about fifteen minutes or so for your mother to turn into an urban neighborhood, and only a handful more before she approached a building where he assumed you lived.

Now that he had found where you were he released his glamour completely, reverting into his natural fox form, and hide in the brush nearby until night had long since fallen and the widows were dark, signaling the occupants had likely gone to bed before inspecting further. The last thing he wanted was to draw any sort of attention to himself. During this time, he wondered if you would be upset with him for the lengths he was going to check up on you. He knew it would have been weird for a stranger to do all of these things, but he was a friend, right? And he had no other way of contacting you. He didn’t have one of those cell phones you were always carrying around, and even if he did it wasn’t like they had service on the mountain anyway. This was all he could think of.

Regardless, when he was satisfied the noise inside had quieted, he emerged from the bush he had been curled up under, transforming from fox to human mid-stride and approached the front door. He used a claw to carefully flip the lock, absently hoping you wouldn’t be upset by that, and slipped inside.

Instantly, he knew he was in the right place, he could clearly smell your scent hanging in the air, warm and familiar. He let it lead him through the darkness until he came to a door he was certain you were behind, and he gently began turning the knob as quietly as he could, before entering.

And then he saw you, and he felt felt equal parts joy and sadness spread through him, both a surprise in their intensity.

Joy, because there you were, laying in bed safe and relatively sound, and sadness because he could very clearly see your leg propped up on top of three pillows and encased from the knee down in a white cast.

Also, you had clearly not been asleep as he had previously thought because you were currently sitting up and looking straight at him with eyes wide in surprise. “Shouta?” you almost whispered, and his heart warmed at the sound of your voice, “Why–How did you find– come in before someone sees you!”

Aizawa did as you asked, stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind him. When he turned back to face you, the shock had mostly worn off, and now you were looking at him with an expression that fell somewhere between confusion and awe. “How did you find me?”

“Your mother has started frequenting Toshinori’s shrine to pray for your recovery.” He started, and you gestured for him to come closer to the bed where you were laid.

“Are your friends this lousy at keeping everyone's’ secrets, or just  ones that relate to me?” You asked him with a wry smile.

Aizawa gave a small shrug. “It doesn’t say anywhere that your prayers are kept secret. And I was the one who asked everyone to keep tabs. I was worried when I hadn’t seen you around for a while.” He said, surprising you both with his honestly. “What happened to you?”

You grimaced, but quickly tried to cover it up with a smirk as you told him, “I fell off a ladder, if you can believe it. Broke all three bones in my right ankle.” You laughed, trying to pass it off as if it were a joke, but he could tell by the way it sounded that you didn’t find it amusing. Neither did he. “The stupid hospital even set it wrong, twice, so that by the the time a surgeon got the chance to look at me, my ankle was so messed up I had to have two surgeries to correct it. I just had the second one a few days ago.” Aizawa could see the shine of tears in your eyes as you continued, and a pang of sadness gripped his chest, “I’m full of metal pins and rods now, and probably will be for the rest of forever. Not to mention the scars. And on top of all that I have to keep my leg elevated above my heart twenty three hours a day to keep the swelling from making things worse. I’m only allowed up to pee.”

You looked up at him then, and must have seen something on your face because you quickly tried to smile again, and said, “It could be worse though! I’m really lucky I didn’t hit my head or anything on the way down. And My surgeon was really good. He says I’m healing just the way I should be– or at the very least as quickly as I can given how bad the emergency room screwed me up. And my mom has been taking care of me while I can’t take care of myself.”

Despite your words, a tear escaped the corner of your eye when you blinked. Automatically, Aizawa’s hand came up to brush it away. “I’m sorry.” He said, unsure of how to comfort you.

“I’m sorry too, for making you worry. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t think of how to.” You said, bringing your own hand up to grasp his gently. “I’m glad you’re here though. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He told you in earnest, “I’m glad you aren’t mad at me for stalking your mother and breaking into your home.”

You laughed, and a small smile graced his lips at the sound. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in response. “I might have been, if it were anyone else. But since it’s you, you’re forgiven.” You said, before your smile faded and a create fell between your eyebrows, your eyes dropping to your lap. “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see you again though. I won’t be walking independently for a while, and even then the doctor says I probably won’t be back to normal for at least six months.”

“I’ll visit you here then.” he said, matter-of-factly. Your eyes snapped back up to his in shock, and he almost smiled again. “It wasn’t especially hard to get here.”

“You can do that? I thought you didn’t like to leave the mountain.” You told him.

Aizawa shrugged. “I never really had a reason to leave before. Now I do.” He said simply.

Your eyes began to water again, only this time you were smiling. “Thank you.”

“I should leave you now though, it’s late, and you clearly need to rest.” He said, attempting to release your hand, though you only gripped it harder.

“No, please, I’ve been so lonely, and I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You said in a rush, eyes wide and desperate. “Will you stay, just for a little while longer?”

He would never tell you, but with the way you were looking at him in the moment, he didn’t think he could deny you anything, no matter what it was you asked of him. You looked so tired and fragile, clinging to his hand as though it were a lifeline, there wasn’t any way he could tell you no. Instead, he placed his other hand on your shoulder, pushing gently as he said, “Scoot.”

You quickly obeyed, struggling only slightly with your cumbersome leg, making space for him. When there was sufficient room for him on the bed, he sat down next to you and said, “I’ll stay, but only if you promise to sleep soon.”

The smile you gave him in response was so warm and full of appreciation it made his heart thump in his chest. “Thank you.” You said, squeezing his hand in both of yours, before he noticed you wince ever so slightly.

“Are you in pain?” He asked, looking down at your leg as though he could spot the source of your pain through the plaster.

“Yeah, I think it’s time for me to take another round of medication. Can you reach it for me?” You asked, pointing behind him. Aizawa looked over to see a plethora of of pill bottles on the side table. “I need the ones from the bottle with the pink cap and the one on the far left.” He picked up the ones you specified, handing them to you and watching you open each before shaking out four pills total into your hand. Then he exchanged the pill bottles with you for the glass of water. You threw all of them back in one go, swallowing them in a big gulp. Your face scrunched up in disgust as you said, “Gross. Thanks.”

“Of course,” He replied, watching you pull up your covers and then lean into his side.

“You’re going to get your wish” You said, pouting just slightly, “These are pretty strong, I’ll probably be out in ten minutes tops.”

Aizawa huffed out something that almost sounded like a laugh and said, “That’s a good thing. You need to rest.”

You made a face up at him, but then a small smile slid onto your features again as you said, “Thank you for breaking into my house, and thank you for staying with me. Seriously.”

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” He replied as your head came to rest on his shoulder. “Don’t go making a habit of hurting yourself just to get me to stay over though.”

You hummed in response but said nothing more, and it wasn’t long until he felt you press into him further, your breath coming out slow and even. Aizawa realized that at this point he could probably slip out unnoticed, the medicine you had taken would probably keep you asleep as he moved you, but he found he wasn’t ready to leave you just yet. He’d just found you after a month of worrying, after all.

He leaned down just enough to press his lips gently to the crown of your head, and told himself, Staying a little longer can’t hurt.

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(A/N: the injury the reader went through in this is actually word for word what happened to me in june of this year. I broke the heck out of my ankle falling off a ladder and the ER really did set it so poorly the surgeon was actually upset the first time he looked at me and I really did have to be in bed for almost a month and a half. It’s been a wild ride, but I’m almost back to walking without limp now so it’s all good!

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