Emmett

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

Title: Dango

Pairing: erasermic 

Category: Fluff

Notes: I kept hurting Hizashi so much, but I’ve honestly just wanted to give him his dango since I wrote it into Relief. So here you go. This might be the last one of these I write for this story line for a little while. I need to crack down on some bigger projects, but I wanted to write some fluff!

Read Burned and Relief before this one or it won’t make sense. You can read Fever too, but that isn’t necessary. 

Dango

Three weeks and several healing sessions later, Shouta almost feels a little giddy stepping up to their front door, a bag of takeout in his hand.

Hizashi had been making great progress since his release. Mentally, Shouta knew there was so much more work to be done, but at least the toll his wounds put on his body was lessening.

Shouta unlocks the door and steps inside, calling out a greeting. He gets a sleepy response from the living room and looks up to see one of Hizashi’s hands flop over the arm of the couch and lazily wave at him. He slips off his shoes and walks over to the resting man.

The doctor had given Hizashi the go ahead to take off the brace except when sleeping at their last session a couple days ago. Shouta puts his hand on his hip, looking down at his husband, raising his eyebrow at the distinct lack of brace around his neck. All that’s there are the thin bandages Hizashi had been hiding behind scarves of different colors and patterns all week.

“Taking a nap?” Shouta asks. Hizashi gives him a guilty grin.

“It wasn’t going to be long…”

“If you fuck up they’ll make you put it back on all the time you know,” Shouta comments as he taps Hizashi’s leg to get him to lift his feet.

He sits down and Hizashi settles his legs across Shouta’s lap, wiggling his socked foot at the bag Shouta sets down on the cushion beside him.

“What’s that?”

“Hmm? Well I thought since you had been doing such a good job taking care of your throat I would get you a gift, but…” Shouta paused, shrugging.

“But?”

“But since you can’t listen to the doctor maybe I should just take it back.”

“Noooooo,” Hizashi whines, pressing his hands together in a begging motion. “I will put it on when I nap! I swear!”

“Why do I not believe that?” Shouta asks, but he smiles and pulls the bag open anyway. Hizashi’s feet leave his lap as the blond shifts into a sitting position, scooting in close. He’s sitting sideways, cross legged, his toes tickle Shouta’s thigh when he wiggles them playfully for a moment. Shouta flicks his knee cap and Hizashi laughs and stills his feet. 

Shouta smiles, redirecting his attention back to the bag and pulling out the plastic takeout container. Maybe Hizashi’s mind was doing a lot better as well. He’d been worried, after the stint with the infection, that the nightmares the heat conjured up would stay with the other man long after his fever broke. 

Shouta holds the box out to Hizashi, who takes it carefully in his hands, eyeing it suspiciously. 

“It’s not a trick, open it.”

Hizashi holds the bottom in one hand and peels back the lid with the other, and Shouta keeps his eyes on his face, waiting for his reaction.

What he gets fills him with a warm, gentle feeling, starting his in chest and reaching outward. 

Hizashi’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping open as he audibly gasps. He lets the lid fall down to the couch as he brings his hand up to his cheek. His eyes flick back and forth from the treat in his hands to Shouta’s grin and back down again. 

“D-dango!?”

“Yup.”

Hizashi starts laughing, setting the little tray of dango, all lined perfectly on a stick, smothered in a sticky sweet syrup, down on the coffee table. He reaches out and wraps his arms around Shouta’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Shouta runs his fingers through Hizashi’s hair, knotted in a few places from his nap. 

“Thank you!” Hizashi says, over and over into his ear. “Thank you!”

Shouta laughs again and pulls back, nodding his head towards the food. 

“Are you going to eat it? Don’t tell me you don’t want it anymore after all this time.”

“No, no! I want it!” Hizashi says, his voice ticking up a few octaves. He picks up a skewer and Shouta hands him a napkin just as a bit of syrup drips down onto the couch. They both stare at it for a moment and Hizashi shrugs, claiming the cat will lick it off. 

He holds the napkin under the stick and raises it to his lips, biting down on the first ball with his eyes closed and a happy little smile on his face. Hizashi’s cheeks look flushed and Shouta can feel his ears heating up a bit. He hadn’t seen his husband this happy in nearly a month. 

“I love you,” Shouta says. 

He hadn’t even been thinking about talking, but the words had come so easy, the way they had for so many years now. 

Hizashi swallows and smacks his lips, giving Shouta a smile bordering on  breaking through to Present Mic levels. 

“I love you too!” Hizashi says, laughing giddily. He reaches over to the couch and picks up the other skewer, holding it out to Shouta. 

Shouta shakes his head. 

“Nah, this is all for you.”

“You’re going to let me eat this must dango?” Hizashi asks, incredulous. “We haven’t even eaten dinner. You’d think it was my birthday or something!”

Shouta snorts. 

“Don’t get used to it.”

Hizashi takes another big bite of the food, humming in response. 

Title: Relief

Categories: hurt/comfort, healing, fluff, caretaking

Word Count: 2,700+

Summary: After being released from the hospital, Shouta helps Hizashi heal in more ways than one.

Notes: This is a sequel to Burned. You need to read that one first in order for this to make sense. You all asked for more caretaker Shouta and I couldn’t resist, so here you go!

Read it on ao3 here

Relief

Opening every door for Hizashi was definitely unnecessary, but while his husband hadn’t been this badly injured in a long time, Shouta knows the blond always enjoyed being pampered when sick. He was more than willing to give Hizashi whatever he wanted, though, from experience, he also knew going in with that mindset would probably come back to bite him in the ass. Hizashi was prone to attempting to push the limits of Shouta’s good charity.

He’d deal with that then.

Right now, Hizashi was hardly in a teasing mood. He’d barely asked for anything unreasonable the few days spent at the hospital after waking, besides maybe a few more kisses than Shouta probably should have allowed.

The blond’s lack of energy and absence of playful jokes was concerning, but understandable. Shouta was fine with giving him time to heal.

As he steps aside to let Hizashi through the entranceway, he thinks about the way the other man’s hands shook the first time Hizashi had seen the large wound around his neck when they’d tried cleaning him up a bit.

Shouta just hopes time is all it takes.

Title: Burned

Pairing: erasermic

Rating: Teen

Categories: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, healing

Word Count: 3,800+

Summary: Hizashi’s speaker is decimated, his neck no better, and the stiff back of the hospital waiting room chairs aren’t doing Shouta’s nerves any favors either.

Notes: I couldn’t look at this wonderful, angsty art by @bethhankel and not write a fic to go along with it! I hope this makes you smile and goes along well with the story you were thinking up for this one, Beth. Thank you so much for giving me that sweet hurt/comfort I’d been looking for.

Read it on ao3 here

Burned

Waiting is never easy.

It’s not the first time Shouta has spent hours sitting on a plastic bench in a hospital, arms crossed, slouched, hiding behind his hair the best he can to not show the way his eyes dart frantically toward each person in scrubs or a lab coat that walks through the door.

It just hadn’t ever been quite this long of a wait before.

He lets his body slip a little lower, his shoulders sliding down to rest against the stiff back of the chair.

He feels the pout spring onto his face, doesn’t bother trying to put it away.

At this point, he doesn’t have to hide his eagerness for information, for any kind of update, as everyone seems to be distinctly avoiding eye contact with the area of the waiting room he’s seated in.

He sighs, just a small, soft breath.

He lets his eyes close for a moment, tries taking a deeper breath, holding it, counting to ten the way Hizashi had always told him to when…

The air comes gushing out in a harsh exhale.

Shouta leans forward, his elbows on his knees as he places his head in his hands. He presses his fingers into his forehead.

Please, he sends out a plea inside his head, not quite sure what he’s begging for or who he’s hoping will answer.

All he knows is, I need help.

We need help.

This cats peculiar jumping style 

You’ll find

Until then

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). 

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. 

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that. 

Even if you just ask the child “Do you know this person” if the adult butt’s in make sure to ASK THE CHILD! Even a shy kid will tell you they don’t know this person or just met them or something!